The crowd goes wild as a high-pitched guitar riff plays.
SDS: And here they are, the former Tag Team Champions
Axel and Oscar run out, stop and cross their arms over their heads, creating an X symbol, while pointing their index fingers.
David Bekker: Introducing first, from Brigg, England, at a combined weight of 204 Kilos, they are the Tag Team Supreme, Axel and Oscar, TEAM WALLACE!
DS: Can you really call them that, Darryl?
SDS: They won those belts at the Super Fight-
DS: And then got sqashed by Pandemonium a month later. You're not really a champion until you defend it.
SDS: If that's the case, maybe we should relook at some of your title reigns.
DS: Whoa there, companheiro. Let's not get crazy.
They walk briskly to the ring, stopping to deliver high fives and fist bumps to the crowd. Once inside the ring, they climb the turnbuckles and do the same gesture they did on the stage.
Suddenly, a tornado siren is heard, followed by a hard rock track with heavy drums. The crowd is a mix of boos and some cheers. A large Caucasian man with a blonde handlebar moustache in a leopard-print power singlet, covered by a leather jacket, walks out. He is followed by another, slightly older-looking White man with a matching leather jacket over his Union Jack-patterned tights. Both of them have mics in their hands.
David Bekker: And the opponents, at a combined weight of 234 Kilos, Gary Wildman, Nigel Thorne, the WILD THORNES!
Wildman throws off his jacket, revealing his massive arms, and performs a most muscular pose. Pyro explodes on the stage. Thorne takes his own off, folds it and drops it.
SDS: To absolute legends, throwbacks to bygone eras of North American and British wrestling, respectively. Both men in incredible shape.
Thorne (gestures for the music to stop): That's enough of that now... (Looks at Wildman, who is still posing, veins popping like crazy) I said enough!
Wildman looks at him, rolls his shoulders and straightens.
Thorne: Thank you. (looks at the ring) Young Wallaces, it's no secret, I've known you both since you were boys, and I cannot begin express my level of disappointment in you. You as a collective, but especially you, Axel.
The two veterans slowly make their way down the ramp. Axel studies Thorne. Oscar's moustached lip twitches.
Thorne: To think, with all your training and experience, some of which I personally gave you, with all your prestige and pedigree, with all the championships you've won all around the world, with being our so-called "General Manager's" first pick at the draft, you would allow yourselves to be steamrolled by a pair of... of...
Wildamn: A pair o' massive masked-wearin' mama's boys!
Crowd: OH!
DS: I love this guy.
SDS: I'm not sure that was wise. We've seen how prone the champions can be to violence. Hổn Loạn especially.
Thorne: Indeed. (Holds up finger) But there was a silver lining. Ascension proved, without a shadow of doubt, that there is a God. (points at the Wallaces) Who else, but an omniscient, loving, merciful creator, would kill a legendary shooter like "Big Dick" Wallace years before he could witness that travesty and be forced to suffer the indignity of still having to call you two his sons?
SDS: OH COME ON!
The crowd boos heavily. Oscar loses and tries to rush out for a fight, but Axel holds him back and talks him down.
Wildman (pointing): Check it out. Little bro wants to get it on. You wanna fight, boy?! We're gonna fight alright, but first I got one question for the both o' yuhs: Whatchu gonna when Nigel Thorne and the Wild Man are the monkeys on your back?!
The hard rock track starts up again as Wildman and Thorne make their way into the ring, the latter wiping his feet before doing so. Axel has to force Oscar into a corner, while Wildman performs most muscularly again, and Thorne puts one hand behind his back, with the other raised smugly. Both are facing the hard cam, not even looking at the brothers.
DS: Damn, that was cold-blooded.
SDS: It was completely unnecessary and uncalled for. Matthew Richard Wallace's death was one of the great tragedies of our business. To invoke his name like that and blaspheme against the Lord on top of it. Disgusting.
DS: It got the job done, didn't it? Oscar's riled up. He's gonna be a liability in this match.
Wildman exits the ring, allowing Thorne to start. Axel has to practically shove Oscar out. Referee Obi Mbuemo calls for the bell. Oscar immediately tags himself in and charges at Thorne.
SDS: Oh no!
The older Brit catches him effortlessly with a hip toss over the rope and out of the ring.
DS: What did I say?
Thorne dusts his hands off while Wildman hops down, picks Oscar up and throws him shoulder-first into some steps. Axel tries to intervene, but Mbuemo keeps his corner.
SDS: The Wild Thornes are already bending the rules early.
Wildman throws Oscar back in. Thorne taps the ref on the shoulder and then goes for the cover.
SDS: Oscar kicks out. Grounded headlock applied.
DS: What did I tell you?
Oscar uses his strength and amateur wrestling to counter the headlock into a pin.
SDS: Beautiful- Wait, what?
DS: He let go of the pin!
SDS: Oscar now reigning down punches.
DS: Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
The referee pulls Oscar off and warns him, but he pushes past and gets kicked in the knee by Thorne. The latter then throws him into his corner and tags in Wildman.
SDS: And in comes the King of the Concrete Jungle!
Wildman grabs Oscar's chin and mutters something before hitting him with alternating European uppercuts, taking the time to flex each with every strike.
DS: Look at those biceps, Darryl! How big are they?
SDS: 30 inches, but in actual- Tag to Thorne. Stomps in the corner. This is exactly what they wanted! Tag to Wildman. Continued stomps!
Mbuemo: That's enough! Let him out of that corner. 1! 2! 3! 4!
Wildman (backing the ref up): I know the damn rules! Get outta my face.
In arguing with the ref, Wildman turns his back. Oscar tries to get up.
SDS: Thorne just raked Wallace in the eyes! Wildman's huge frame blocked the referee's sight.
DS: Great strategy!
Wildman turns around and then, with a charge, drives his shoulder into Oscar's midsection, knocking the wind out of him and holding him in place. Thorne tags in, and Wildman gets out so that his partner can perform Snapmare Takedown on the younger Wallace.
SDS: Chinlock applied. Driving that knee into the base of the neck.
DS: Oscar's got nowhere to go!
Axel (reaching in and beckoning): Oz, come on! Come on!
SDS: Oscar reaching out to his brother.
DS: Reaching for what? He's halfway across the ring!
Oscar forces his way to his feet and then elbows Thorne in the gut, several times to create separation. Oscar then tries to run towards Axel, but Thorne kicks him in the back of the knee. The veteran Brit then grabs the younger Wallace by the hair and drags him back to his own corner to tag Wildman back in.
SDS: Wildman's got the arms trapped. Look at this! Thorne is punching Oscar in the face.
DS: And Oscar can't do anything about it!
SDS: Mbuemo, get him out of there! Tiger Suplex by Wildman. There's the bridge. Oscar's shoulders are down! Axel's trying to break it up, but Thorne's blocking! Kickout by Oscar!
DS: Match is breaking down!
Axel and Thorne brawl, with the latter attempting a jab to the eye. Axel grabs his hand mid-poke, kicks him in the gut, grabs his head in both hands and hits his signature Double-Knee Facebreaker to a massive pop from the crowd.
SDS: Battle Axe! Battle Axe to Thorne!
DS: That's not legal! He can't do that! Mbuemo, do something!
The ref orders Axel out, and Thorne's unconscious body is pushed out. Meanwhile, Oscar fights out from under Wildman and tries to run to Axel again, only for the big man to grab him from behind with a Half Nelson Choke!
SDS: Python's Gullet! Python's Gullet coming up!
DS: He's got him! It's over!
SDS: NO! Oscar grabs the rope! Wildman was going for the Suplex, but Oscar grabbed the ropes before he could.
DS: First smart thing this kid's done all-
SDS: Oscar with an elbow to the face!
Wildman stumbles while Oscar recovers against the ropes. The King of the Concrete Jungle recovers quickly and charges, but Oscar ducks, leading to Wildman hitting the ropes chest-first. The younger Wallace grabs him by the waist and uses the momentum created by the ropes to roll the bigger man backwards.
SDS: O'Connor Roll by Oscar! Going for the pin!
DS: No, he rolled through. He's back on his feet and MY GOD!
SDS: GERMAN SUPLEX! Roll-through German Suplex to Gary Wildman! Both men are down! Axel's calling for a tag!
Oscar slowly starts dragging himself to his corner. Wildman does the same thing. The crowd are going nuts. Wildman is quicker and tries to tag in Thorne, only for his hand to strike Thorne.
SDS: Thorne is still out!
DS: He was hit like 5 minutes ago! Wake up, Old man!
Wildman (on his knees, gripping the ropes): Hey! What are ya doin'?! Get up!
The crowd gets really loud.
SDS: Turn around, Wildman!
DS: No, don't turn around!
Wildman forces himself to his feet and turns around to see Axel quickly rolling forward and leaping at him. Before he can react, he gets caught by a-
SDS: STUNNER! ROLLING THUNDER STUNNER BY AXEL WALLACE!
DS: Get up, Thorne!
SDS: Thorne's just waking up! Axel with a cover on Wildman!
Mbuemo: 1! 2! 3! Ring the bell!
David Bekker: Here are your winners... TEAM WALLACE!
SDS: That was a much-needed victory from the former champions!
DS: They beat up a couple of velhos who can't take hits! Doesn't prove anything. If they think they can win back the tag belts like this, they're crazy!
SDS: One step at a time, partner, but they definitely have some issues that need to be worked out.
Mbuemo grabs Axel's arm and waits for Oscar so he can raise them both. The younger Wallace is hesitant, but Axel beckons him inside.
Oscar enters and allows the ref to raise both their hands in victory. The crowd cheers... for Axel.
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