Post by theblackcountryboys on Nov 20, 2024 18:40:10 GMT
Ricky Gallagher is standing in a dimly lit gym, the clang of weights and the hum of fluorescent lights setting the gritty tone. He’s dressed in his usual no-nonsense black boots and training gear, his fists taped. As the camera zooms in, Gallagher smirks, his thick accent cutting through the air like a hammer.
“So, Tevita Ma’afu, the so-called ‘Blood Thirsty Butcher.’ That’s what they’re calling you, right? A Tongan Warrior, a man who’s built his reputation on savagery and brute force. But let me tell you somethin’, mate—you don’t scare me. I’ve faced hard men my whole life, from the coal mines to the streets to this very ring. And you? You’re just another bloke tryin’ to make a name for himself by takin’ a shot at the Black Country Boys. Bad news for you, Tevita—I’m the wrong man to mess with.
You see, this ain’t just a fight. This is a Beat the Clock Knock Down Match. Time’s tickin’, and the goal is simple—put you on your back as fast as humanly possible. That’s perfect for me because I don’t waste time. I don’t dance around, I don’t play games, and I certainly don’t let pretenders like you think they’ve got a chance. The second that bell rings, I’m comin’ straight for you, fists flyin’, boots stompin’, and you’d better be ready.
You call yourself a butcher? Mate, the only thing getting carved up is your overblown ego. You might be used to throwin’ your weight around, intimidatin’ the lads you’ve faced before, but let me tell you somethin’—in the Black Country, we’re built different. I’m not just tough; I’m bloody indestructible. You can swing all you like, but when I hit you, you’ll know the difference between power and punishment.”
Gallagher cracks his knuckles and steps closer to the camera, his eyes burning with intensity.
“Here’s the thing, Tevita—I don’t care about your bloodlust. I don’t care about your size or your reputation. You’re standin’ in the way of my goals, and I’ll knock you down faster than a pint on a Friday night. One boot, one fist, and one solid blow—that’s all it’s gonna take. I’ve got no time for showmanship or theatrics. All I’ve got is a promise: you’ll hit the mat so hard, the entire arena will feel it.
So, sharpen your knives, butcher, because you’re steppin’ into my world now. And when the dust settles, the only thing people will remember is how Ricky Gallagher took you down faster than anyone thought possible. Tick-tock, Tevita. Time’s up.”
Gallagher smirks, nods toward the camera, and turns back to his workout as the screen fades to black.