Nyuk Nyuk, retards..
{Fade in to a shot of Wembley Stadium. Both Assassins, Orion and Osiris, are perched high in the stadium seats, looking down at the ring which has been constructed for GXW. A large Battlegound:Britain banner hangs behind the two figures, flapping in the gentle breeze. Orion and Osiris both wear their traditional attire, the black suits with a pair of black sunglasses. Both men have their hair down, hanging on the sides of their face. Osiris sits back and sips a beverage out of a straw which leads to a large stadium container.}
Orion: Well now... it appears as though somebody's scratchin and clawin' for some attention here, now doesn't it? I must admit men, that whole "bring a midget out to impersonate the opposition" thing, that's so damn original. And oh Christ is it hilarious too! Oh my, I just about rolled out of my seat I was so "entertained". {rolls eyes}
And wait... what about this line? "Now that we've given the fans here in jolly ol' Great Britain something ENTERTAINING to watch... and by entertaining, I mean 'the opposite of an Assassins promo" Holy {beep} Buff, where'd you think that one up? Jesus... try not to be so harsh next time... you {beeping} chode.
Osiris: Listen boyz, you can play all the games you want, you can say you're just as good as the Assassins, if not better, and NOBODY, is going to take you seriously. Just because we WERE the tag team champions doesn't make us better than you? Right. And what does? Winning a meaningless battle royal that apparently got you absolute {beep}? That's right fatass, I DID say it didn't mean {beep}. We're in the same position you are... and the funny thing is, you guys were the ones who were SUPPOSED to get the shot. Why the hell you think we're even involved in this match? Everyone probably started freaking out when they found out the Monsta Boyz were the number one contenders. "No... jesus no... we can't have that". Well rest assured everyone, we are here to save the {beep}ing day. There's no way in hell Dumb and Dumber are gonna get their fat, greasy fingers all over the GXW Tag Titles...
{Orion lets loose a little grin and sits back in his chair.}
Orion: You know... I must apologize, Boyz. I looked back in the history books, and apparently we never HAVE faced you in a 2 on 2 match. I'm sorry, it gets so hard to distinguish faces when you kick the living {beep} out of everyone you wrestle. See, it really doesn't matter, I guess. You'll be entering that match the Monsta Boyz, you'll be leaving as just another loser. Just another tag team who couldn't make it to the top. Just another fart in the wind...
{Osiris pushes his hair to the side, beginning to speak.}
Osiris: Yes Boyz... we know this is a triple threat match. Well... double threat with a maybe an added nuisance, but still. Either way you put it, you're right... it's legal to pin any man in that ring. But just because you're afraid of the tag team champs doesn't mean you shouldn't try. {Osiris grins slightly}. See, the way I see it, you ARE a bunch of pussies. "Awww, we can't pin the tag team champions easily... let's try the Assassins". Whatever... you're a crock of {beep} Buff Bellows. We're the ones who need to develop some wrestling talent? That's right Buff... lord knows we can only hope to become as good as you two. Pfff. You're a {beep}ing joke. God... I can just see the Fat Farrell training program now. 12 twinkies a day, a shake in the afternoon, and a couple SQUATS on the can in the evening. Look, Buff, maybe you should shut the {beep} up about wrestling talent. We're not the ones with the stay puffed marshmallow man for a teammate. Why is Farrell here? Because he's 8000 pounds. He can't wrestle... he can sit on people. If that's the case, we can just bring in Orion's mother in law for the next show.
{Orion laughs out loud then slugs Osiris in the arm.}
Orion: Seriously though... Bellows... we ARE the better team. We can out wrestle you, we can out perform you, and we sure as hell can out talk you. Seeing as how everytime you two touch a mic it ends up looking like a retard spelling bee.
{Orion holds a hand to his chest and makes a goofy facial expression.}
Orion: "kkkk...kkkk....keep on tryin junior... " things will work out for you one day, I'm sure. Christ. And WE'RE the lackluster alternatives.
{Orion looks over to Osiris and shakes his head. He turns back to the camera.}
Orion: This coming from two men who come out to the ring wearing cheap hawaiian shirts. Listen... Gilligan... Skipper... we've got more talent in our pinky fingers than you two have combined, and if you want us to prove it, we'll be glad to do so on January 1st. And we don't need a {beep}ing crystal ball to see that one, either. It's not a prediction, it's just the plain truth.
{The camera switches over to Osiris, who is imitating a fortune teller. He holds his hands in a position that would suggest he's got a crystal ball in front of him. He closes his eyes and begins to talk.}
Osiris: I see.... I see... I see a great, fat, obnoxious man, getting his ass kicked. And I see... I see... wait I can't see anything else, that man's ass is taking up the entire ball. {Going back to normal.} But seriously fella's... let's not make too big of a deal out of this one, alright? We're going to walk in there, we're going to kick the living snot out of you, and we're going to take back our Tag Team Titles. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. There's no debating, no question... we're just going to kick the {beep} out of you and continue on our merry way.
Orion: And Bellows, you can quit it with your little wake up call. I don't think the Crips are even gonna' show their faces for this one. And hey, the sad thing is... they're actually looking better than you guys in the process. At least I'm not being forced to watch Scott Hunter try and fuddle around with a microphone. Or Chris Titan, for that matter.
Osiris: Boyz, that little show you put on for us, having your little 2 foot friends come in and save the day for your sorry asses... it was quite the entertainment. But next time, I suggest you find someone who can actually get the facts straight. You see, if you consider your promos a masterpiece, then we might as well be {beep}ing Da Vincis. Like I said before Boyz, you would have served yourselves better by just keeping your traps shut and taking the beating like the pathetic pieces of trash you are. But no, you just had to step up and let the world know the extent of your retardation.
{Osiris claps and continues speaking.}
Osiris: We don't HAVE to make you look like a bunch of assh*les, you're doing the job just fine on your own. Look, come Battleground: Britain, the talk ceases. The battle ensues, and no midget is going to save your ass from a complete assassination. That is unless of course, you decide to have them wrestle the match for ya'. And that actually wouldn't come as that much of a surprise to me, either. Seeing as how right now you've gotta have them cut a promo for you to make it the slightest bit entertaining.
Orion: Go ahead... {beep} around with midgets. Play with all the crystal balls you want to. Go ahead and throw us some more {beep}ing "curveballs". You're {beep} is tired... and so is your game. On January 1st... we walk out with the Tag Titles... two time champions. Matter of fact, Boyz, that reminds me. You were right on one thing... the Crips CAN kiss their titles goodbye, because they're comin' home with us.
Osiris: What was that little saying you used to toss out all the time Bellows? Oh yeah... Well... looks like we've gotta change things up. Get down on YOUR knees... and kiss my ass... because there's no way in hell you or your heterolifemate Tons of Fun are going to beat us.
Orion: {chuckling slightly} See ya soon boyz... see ya reeeeal soon.
{Orion and Osiris kick up their feet and lean back in their chairs, smiling, as the promo fades to black.}