"BEER..MONEYYY!!!"
[video=youtube;JWlLrq9DYbk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWlLrq9DYbk[/video]
The energetic duo emerges from the back to an eruption of cheers by their very own fanbase that they have anywhere in the world! They highfive a few fans, pose for a while, just to get microphones from Justin Roberts and enter the ring.
James Storm starts the speech off.
James Storm:
Miami, Floooooooooooooooooooridaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Ya ready to see us kick some ass tonite, folks?
Fans erupt.
Now dass what I wanna see, dammit! 'Cause tonite, dang, this is a very special night, we're gon' get back them titles 'round our waists, 'because, hell yeah, dass where they belong, boy! Ya see, we've been back for not so long, but not such a short time at all 'n lemme tell ya we've been so damn pissed at the management for lettin' those two idiots steal what's been ours, 'n we've never got our rematch. So here we are, folks, standin' in this very ring announcing you that we're gon' get 'em back, 'cause we've got a match 'gainst them! 'N guess where. At the very place where we feel home, the bar, oh boy, I can't wait to smash the bodies of Guerrero 'n Killings into the environment we gon' have there! Then we gon' win the straps. That's gon' mean more money. Which means more beer. Which means more asskickin that earns us them paychecks which results in us buyin' beer again! 'N I think that I've been too selfish on the microphone and I'm damn sure Bobby's got to tell ya' sumthin' so there you go the mic time, Big Bob.
Bobby Roode raises his microphone.
Bobby Roode:
Thanks, James, ya' be damn sure I've got to say a lotta things 'ere. First of all, as James pointed out, we've been robbed. Those two donkeys stole our titles which is unacceptable if ya' ask me! So afterwards, my man Jimmy Cornette gave us the desired rematch which means that we're gonna reclaim our title back, and thinking of the match type, I bet my genitals that that one's gonna be a classic, plus a massacre, boy. Now somethin' bout our enemies, and I've got to say a pretty lot of things 'bout them, lemme point out a few then. Eddie 'n Ron, you call yourselves Remedy. You think you cured the tag division by stealin' them titles? Nah-uh, boy, you haven't, you - and don't beep this one off - fucked it up pretty much!
Fans pop.
Yeah, you heard me well! You fucked it up! It's ironical, because we gon' be the remedy now, because we, allllllllllllllll of us see you as the cancer of the federation, and me, James and our friend Budweiser, we're gonna cure this whole crap, 'n conquer this fed step by step and I dunno if it's the amount of beer I drank tonight, but I don't have a single clue 'bout what I'm sayin', come out, call us drunks, call us rednecks, you can bring out even CM Punk and make him tell us how beer's bad, you can walk backwards, read the arabic alphabet, I don't care what you can do, because you ain't gonna change the sole fact we're gon' kick your ass once and for all, boy, and one more thing, donkeys, this allllll atmosphere really makes us feel..
They say this one simultaneously.
SORRY 'BOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!
Fans cheer as..
[video=youtube;JWlLrq9DYbk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWlLrq9DYbk[/video]
The energetic duo emerges from the back to an eruption of cheers by their very own fanbase that they have anywhere in the world! They highfive a few fans, pose for a while, just to get microphones from Justin Roberts and enter the ring.
James Storm starts the speech off.
James Storm:
Miami, Floooooooooooooooooooridaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Ya ready to see us kick some ass tonite, folks?
Fans erupt.
Now dass what I wanna see, dammit! 'Cause tonite, dang, this is a very special night, we're gon' get back them titles 'round our waists, 'because, hell yeah, dass where they belong, boy! Ya see, we've been back for not so long, but not such a short time at all 'n lemme tell ya we've been so damn pissed at the management for lettin' those two idiots steal what's been ours, 'n we've never got our rematch. So here we are, folks, standin' in this very ring announcing you that we're gon' get 'em back, 'cause we've got a match 'gainst them! 'N guess where. At the very place where we feel home, the bar, oh boy, I can't wait to smash the bodies of Guerrero 'n Killings into the environment we gon' have there! Then we gon' win the straps. That's gon' mean more money. Which means more beer. Which means more asskickin that earns us them paychecks which results in us buyin' beer again! 'N I think that I've been too selfish on the microphone and I'm damn sure Bobby's got to tell ya' sumthin' so there you go the mic time, Big Bob.
Bobby Roode raises his microphone.
Bobby Roode:
Thanks, James, ya' be damn sure I've got to say a lotta things 'ere. First of all, as James pointed out, we've been robbed. Those two donkeys stole our titles which is unacceptable if ya' ask me! So afterwards, my man Jimmy Cornette gave us the desired rematch which means that we're gonna reclaim our title back, and thinking of the match type, I bet my genitals that that one's gonna be a classic, plus a massacre, boy. Now somethin' bout our enemies, and I've got to say a pretty lot of things 'bout them, lemme point out a few then. Eddie 'n Ron, you call yourselves Remedy. You think you cured the tag division by stealin' them titles? Nah-uh, boy, you haven't, you - and don't beep this one off - fucked it up pretty much!
Fans pop.
Yeah, you heard me well! You fucked it up! It's ironical, because we gon' be the remedy now, because we, allllllllllllllll of us see you as the cancer of the federation, and me, James and our friend Budweiser, we're gonna cure this whole crap, 'n conquer this fed step by step and I dunno if it's the amount of beer I drank tonight, but I don't have a single clue 'bout what I'm sayin', come out, call us drunks, call us rednecks, you can bring out even CM Punk and make him tell us how beer's bad, you can walk backwards, read the arabic alphabet, I don't care what you can do, because you ain't gonna change the sole fact we're gon' kick your ass once and for all, boy, and one more thing, donkeys, this allllll atmosphere really makes us feel..
They say this one simultaneously.
SORRY 'BOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!
Fans cheer as..