When you think of the 4th of July, no doubt you think of the three f’s: flags, fireworks, and (the) Fabulous (Rougeau Brothers)! Although they originally came from Montreal, these two fine young eggs moved to Memphis, Tennessee at the urging of their manager, the “Mouth of the South”, Jimmy Hart.
And sure enough, they learned to LOVE the US of A! So much so they would bring American flags down to the ring and wave them in a manner that one could say was truly patriotic. You might think of them as Hacksaw Jim Duggan, but in tag team form and with a funny accent!
Today they’re in the ring with Sam Houston and a feller named Stephen DeLeon. Being a friendly guy, Jacques extends his hand in a show of friendship. But for reasons beyond my comprehension, Houston ignores the handshake. Serves him right that he got dropkicked right in the mush!
At this point, Houston lives up to the state of Texas and gets all ornery, hitting poor Jacques with a series of dropkicks of his own. Poor Mr. Rougeau has no recourse but to go to his corner, finding comfort in the calves of his brother Raymond and the soothing words of Jimmy Hart.
Soon the brothers are back in control, so much so in fact that we get an inset promo from them! They tell us all about how there was a parade (that could have been larger) welcoming them to Memphis. They also got a key to the city (which also could have been larger). They’re so thrilled to be there they’ll be having an open house to guests. They note it’s invitation only, which makes sense – otherwise I have no doubt they’d have visitors from all 50 states, as well as the District of Columbia, the Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, and Guam!
Jacque locks up DeLeon, who I am guessing snuck into the country illegally based on his last name, with an abdominal stretch. Hot tag to Ray, who does a little dance before giving him a delightful mule kick right to the breadbasket. These guys were woefully underrated.
Our new American heroes are outclassing these other geeks in every way possible. They wrap up with Jacques scaling the ropes and hitting DeLeon with their finisher, La Bombe de Rougeau, which I am pretty sure is translated literally as “the Old Glory flying teabag”. Bring a tear to a glass eye. Now say it with me kids – USA! USA! USA!