Davd Bekker: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the Psycho Style Wrestling Tag Team Championships!
The crowd goes wild as a high-pitched guitar riff plays.
Axel and Oscar stop at the embankment and cross their arms over their heads, creating an X-symbol while pointing their index fingers.
David Bekker: Introducing the challengers, from Brigg, England, at a combined weight of 204 Kilos, Axel and Oscar, TEAM WALLACE!
They walk briskly down the embankment, delivering high fives and fist bumps to the seated fans as they step onto the field and march to the ring.
SDS: Two months ago, at Saturday Night Super Fight, our first-ever event, the veteran Axel Wallace and his younger brother, Oscar, survived a 16-person cage match to become the inaugural Tag Team Supreme! One month ago, at Ascension, they fell victim in short order to Hổn Loạn and Mộng Dữ, the sons of the demon Mulad, one half of the original Pandemonium and the Mother of Darkness, Tình Nhân, in a Ladder Match.
DS: Point of correction, companheiro. They fell to Hổn Loạn. And by fell, I mean he picked up one in each hand and chokeslammed them straight to Hell while Mộng Dữ came in to collect the belts.
SDS: It was a scene of complete domination the likes of which neither of us had ever seen in our own careers. But last week, after securing the No. 1 contender's spot, the Wallaces proved they were ready for the rematch by foiling Hổn Loạn's attempt at an ambush with their signature move, The Independence.
DS: And he sat up. They got lucky, Darryl. Tonight, that luck is running out. I guarantee it.
Once inside the ring, the Wallaces climb the turnbuckles and do the same gesture they did on the stage. They hop down and discard their shirts and bandanas as the lights in the arena all go out.
A sinister choir sings. Within the darkness, a light is seen. A lantern of souls belongs to the towering "Mother of Darkness" Tình Nhân, who walks out of the concourse first in her plain white mask, straw hat and billowing black dress. She is followed by two even more massive figures, one of whom has glowing white eyes.
David Bekker: And the Champions, accompanied to the ring by Tình Nhân, at a combined weight of 294 Kilos, they are Tag Team Supreme: Mộng Dư, Hốn Loạn, PAAAAANDEEEEEMOOONIIIUUUUUUUMMMMMM!
Tình Nhân glides down the embankment, past the seated fans who shift away. Her two seismic spawn keep pace, following behind: Hổn Loạn in his mask of Rage, Mộng Dữ in his mask of Cthulhu, the Tag Team titles wrapped tightly around their waists.
SDS: An eerie sight if there ever was one. When the Israelites claimed the sons of Anakim made them look like grasshoppers, I have to wonder if this is what they meant.
DS: I wish I was a grasshopper, Darryl. That way, if they come over to us, I can bounce out of here. Why would you fight these two? I mean, look at this.
SDS: One reason and one reason only, Diogo. A chance at Tag Team gold.
Tình Nhân stops outside the ring and looks up at the lights. Axel stands in the centre of the ring, staring her down, while Oscar stands by the corner. The Mother of Darkness lowers her lantern and points, sending her two children into the ring to face their challengers. The giants, each standing at least 2.13 metres, tower over Axel, who stands at 1.88 metres.
SDS: Just look at this. Axel is a clean 100 kilos. Put him in a Boxing ring or the Octagon, put him on a Greco-Roman or Free-Style Wrestling mat, and he's a Heavyweight. Here? In Psycho Style Wrestling, he's an upper-limit Thunderweight.
DS: That makes Oscar 104. Not much better.
The aforementioned younger, moustachioed Wallace, 1.83, takes a deep breath and stands next to his brother, looking up at the holders of their desired prizes.
Referee Dan Masters steps between them and asks for the title belts. Tình Nhân raises her lantern again, and Mộng Dữ, staring off in th distance, removes the belt from around his waist and hands it to the ref. Hổn Loạn does the same, refusing to take his eyes off the men standing before him.
Masters raises the belts above his head, then hands them to a crewman at ringside. The four combatants remain in the ring as the crowd rumbles in anticipation. Masters comes back and tells them to decide who's starting.
Axel looks at Oscar and tilts his head away. Oscar nods and leaves the ring. Mộng Dữ does the same, leaving Hổn Loạn, who immediately goes on the attack as soon as the bell rings.
SDS: And here we go! Not wasting any time. Axel ducks under a clothesline-
DS: But Hốn Loạn's going for Oscar!
Oscar jumps off the apron before he gets a boot to the face. In doing so, he leaves his leg hanging on the top rope. He begins
SDS: Axel with a Springboard Neckbreaker! Big moves off the bat. There's the cover- and Hốn Loạn kicks out!
DS: With authority! You see how far he flew?!
SDS: Both men back to their feet. Hốn Loạn, now with a head of steam, Axel sidesteps, kick to the back of the knee, DDT!
DS: He brought him down again!
SDS: That's why they call him the Axeman! He's a world-travelled ring general with 9 World Championships to his name.
Instead of pinning him, Axel drags Hốn Loạn by the leg towards his corner and tags in Oscar.
SDS: Oscar with a Springboard Knee Drop onto the leg of Hốn Loạn! Great strategy from the former Olympian.
DS: I thought he never made it.
SDS: Now with a Single-Leg Boston Crab. Axel tags in- My goodness, a Two-Person Single-Leg Boston Crab on the right leg of Hốn Loạn!
DS: AAAHH!!
SDS: I have never seen that before in my life! What unique tag-team offence from the brothers Wallace!
SDS: I have never seen that before in my life! What unique tag-team offence from the brothers Wallace!
Masters: Alright, that's enough! Oscar, out! 1! 2! 3! 4!
Oscar gets out before the referee's count of five. Hốn Loạn growls and grits in both pain and annoyance. His brother stands in his corner, staring into the distance, while his mother watches intently.
SDS: Hốn Loạn receiving no aid from his camp.
DS: He doesn't need it! Look, he's about to break out.
Oscar tags in, and they reapply the double-teaming hold.
DS: Okay, now he needs help.
Masters: Axel, let go of the hold and get out! 1! 2! 3! 4!
Axel gets out before the five-count. Hốn Loạn has had enough and raises himself off the ground. This only makes the hold more painful and dangerous.
SDS: Hốn Loạn crawling to the ropes. He's got them. That'll be a rope break.
DS: Told you he didn't need any help.
Oscar gives Hốn Loạn space to stand, then charges. Hốn Loạn tries to hit with a Big Boot, but Oscar tilts his head to the left to allow the ankle to rest on his shoulder. Holding the leg in place, he drops down, forcibly hyperextending the knee
Oscar moves away, as Hốn Loạn grunts and grabs his knee. He looks up at Oscar, growls and limps over to him. Oscar maintains a safe distance from the angry giant, then moves behind him, grabs him by the waist, picks him up, to a roar of applause and slams him down on his stomach.
SDS: Look at the strength of Oscar! Rear Waistlock Takedown on the monster, and now going right back after the leg with that Single-Leg Boston Crab. The big man just does not have an answer for the technical mastery of The Wallaces.
DS: He's... He's a blunt instrument. All force, no finesse. I take everything back. The Wallaces were ready for him, but
Hốn Loạn once again lifts himself off the ground and drags himself to the ropes to break the hold.
SDS: He might be all force, but that force is keeping him alive, but he needs to tag out.
The giant gets to his feet.
SDS: Oscar, O'Connor Roll... into a German Suplex! Hốn Loạn kicks out of the pin at two!
Oscar tags Axel, who waits for Hốn Loạn to get to a standing position. He performs, with the aid of the ropes, his signature Double Knee Facebreaker!
SDS: Battle Axe! Is this one over? No, Hốn Loạn kicks out at two once again.
DS: They treating him like a training dummy, man!
Axel tags Oscar back in for a Double Team move. Hốn Loạn sits up and the Wallaces halt. The monster gets to his feet, eyes glowing red with bloodlust.
Masters: Axel, out! 1! 2! 3! 4!
Axel has to leave the ring to avoid a disqualification.
DS: They pissed him off. All they did was piss him off!
SDS: He's obviously feeling the effects of their assault- Oscar sidestepping, catches him with another German Suplex!
DS: That's 145-kilos he's just tossing aroun- Wait, Hốn Loạn's back to his feet! It didn't phase him!
SDS: My God, what a vicious Lariat! Oscar's head nearly taken clean off! And now, Hốn Loạn, raining down punches with those massive fists.
Masters has to forcibly stop Hốn Loạn and very nearly feels his wrath.
Tình Nhân: DỪNG LẠI!
The giant flinches at his mother's command.
DS: Why'd she stop him? If they get DQed, they keep the titles.
SDS: I don't think she'd accept that.
DS: Then tell your other son to tag in!
The ref goes to check on Oscar.
SDS: Oscar looks bloodied up. I think his nose is broken. Can he still continue? Looks like he can. Oh no, Hốn Loạn's got him by the throat. Looking for a chokeslam. Shades of Ascension- Oscar counters with a DDT! There's the pin, title on the line! Hốn Loạn kicks out.
Oscar resets his nose and takes a moment to catch his breath. Hốn Loạn is already up to his hands and knees.
SDS: Oscar stomping that right leg. Now going for an STF. He's locked it in. Centre of the ring.
DS: Hốn Loạn's dragging himself to the ropes. Nothing hurts this cara!
SDS: There's the rope break. The Wallaces need to find a way to end this and fast. If he gets another opening I shudder at the damage he could do.
DS: Look at Oscar's face.
Oscar tags Axel in once again: ... Dime for some Independence, right?
Axel (smiles): Too right.
SDS: Team Wallace looking to finish this. Oscar with the Waistlock- Hốn Loạn just threw him aside!
DS: Like I always say, it's all in the hips.
SDS: Axel with a Stunner! The big man is down again
Axel takes a few steps backwards, runs, rolls forward, stands up, somersaults and lands on back-first on Hốn Loạn's stomach.
SDS: Wrecked!
Masters: One! Two! Thr
DS: Kicks out again. What is going to take?
A.B.: If they could just hit the Independence this match would be over.
DS: He stopped them twice already.
A.B.: Oscar tagged back in. Going for the German one more time. He's got it! Axel with the neckbreaker to complete...
SDS & DS: INDEPENDENCE!!!
Instead of going for the pin. Oscar tags Axel back in, then climbs the turnbuckle.
DS: What are they-
SDS: They're going to put the big man down definitively! Oscar hits a Moonsault from the top turnbuckle. Axel follows up with a Frog Splash! Hooks the leg!
DS: Mộng Dư? Hey, Mộng Dư something!
Masters: 1! 2! 3! Ring the bell!
Announcer: Here are your winners and new Tag Team Champions, TEAM WALLACE!!!
The crowd is loud with cheers, but also confusion. Oscar yells out in triumph as the belts are brought in. Axel gets up to his knees, frowning while panting.
SDS: I... It's...
DS: Huh?
SDS: It's over. The match is over! Team Wallace are once again the Tag Team Supreme!
Oscar takes both belts and hands one to Axel, who stands up to take it and allows the ref to hold both their hands up in victory.
DS: After winning a glorified handicap match. What the hell is going on?
SDS: I have no idea. It's like- Hốn Loạn is sitting up!
The man in red roars to life, his eyes glowing red once more as he slowly, shakily rises to his feet. Axel and Oscar both throw down their belts and ready themselves.
Hốn Loạn prepares to charge, but Mộng Dư blocks him.
SDS: WHAT THE-
DS: Santa Maria, que bênção... How'd he move so fast?
SDS: And why didn't he move like that during the match?
Hốn Loạn looks out at the ring at Tình Nhân, who has her lantern raised and her free finger wagging. His eyes stop glowing; he lowers his head and limps out of the ring. Mộng Dư soon follows, stiff and robotic in his own exit before the frightful family begins to take their leave together.
DS: Th- They lost on purpose?
SDS: Hốn Loạn definitely got pinned for real.
DS: But Mộng Dư could have stopped it. Big man like that shouldn't move like that, and he wasted it. What the hell is this?
SDS: I could not even begin to imagine the play here. That's the second time in a Tag Team title match that Hốn Loạn has had to go it alone, and this time it cost them.
Axel watches them leave with a deepening scowl. He turns to the crewman at ringside and demands a microphone. Oscar cocks an eyebrow.
Axel: Tình Nhân, hold it right there!
The Mother of Darkness stops, as do her sons. She turns around, as does Hốn Loạn, whose eyes begin to glow red again. Mộng Dư faces forward, again staring at nothing.
Axel: Got a question, mum. Next week, Port Moresby, one-on-one ... (points) Can Mộng Dư come out to play?
Oscar: What are you doing?
DS: What is he doing?
The old woman lowers her head; her shoulders begin to rise and fall as she laughs, louder and louder until it fills the speakers. She raises her head, her own red eyes visible behind her white mask.
Tình Nhân: Thought you'd never ask...
Axel: So it's yes, then?
Tình Nhân (nods): Of course.
The crowd pops. The Wallaces' guitar riff theme returns. Axel tosses his mic and picks up his newly won Tag Team title belt. Oscar continues to grill him, but Axel mouths something that makes him relent.
SDS: Uh, well then we have a match next week. Mộng Dư vs Axel Wallace. I... I have no idea what to expect.
DS: ... Heh. Maybe that's the point. Maybe we're finally gonna see what this monster can do for real.
SDS: You're surprisingly sharp when you want to be.
DS: What do you mean "surprisingly"?
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