(Fade in on Jack and Lloyd standing over their red and white Schwinn bicycles. That's right... real bikers. Not like those west coast choppers. BIKERS. Who look like pirates. Jack begins to speak, so the introductory narrative will end... now.)
JACK JENSEN: You Texans think you are so very neat? Well, we have bikes too!! Look! Schwinn cruiser bicycles. Very cruiser like. They bring us many, many thin, attractive, good looking American womans! Sure, Lloyd gets much more lady stuff than I do, but hey, he IS the one that the ladies are liking to. And for that, I give Lloyd a big pat on the back of his back.
(Jack pats Lloyd on his back... of his back. Lloyd beams, but obviously has no idea what was just said)
JACK: So... Misters T-Bolt and Black Heart, you both think that you can take myself and my cousin Lloyd? We both have lots of doubt in those statements. Although, we must let you know, if you ARE very hungry Texans, then we are sure that you can find a restaurant to feed your hunger. We would hate to have to wrestle Texans without nourishment. That is what would happen to those "Bloods and guts" of yours if you were not to feed that hunger before our upcoming battle. And then we would be sad, and take it easy on you because we do not want to hurt you too badly. So goes it, I suppose.
(Jack gets off of his Schwinn. Lloyd follows suit. They move closer to the camera as Jack continues)
JACK: But, Texans of the South, if you are in any way of thinking that you can handle what Lloyd and I are bringing to the ring, you are very wrong. We WILL be ... goodness, I can't remember how to say this... kicking your asses from post to post? Yah, that's it. I remember now. Kicking those asses from post to post! You two Southern Texans will know what it feels like to receive a beating from DANISH DOMINATION!!
(Jack and Lloyd both scowl and flex as the camera fades to black)