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Pre-Match Promo
This would be the first defense of the newly crowned champions who didn't seem to get along. Just like last time, the two did not meet, but they knew that they had a curtain call and were ready to kick anyone's a** out there, even each others. Both men seemed to be determined and slightly angry from the stiffness in their movements. Tonight was going to be a fight for sure. A video feed was shown on the titantron as Styles was warming up alone in his locker room, the door had been left wide open as stopped at the sensing of the other male figure in his territory, like he had a silent alarm to know those who step in his territory but this was not the case, it was pure instinct plus the adrenaline from training alone.

Though, he came to a stop, this being the perfect moment to show where his mentality stood, he went over to a shelf near the TV set in his locker room, he grabbed a picture taken by one of the professional photographers of BBW, that picture was shown towards the camera as Andrew had a smirk on his face, within the picture was shown a highlight moment of Andrew and Omen celebrating their championship win, before the brutal assault, and before the challenge was issued, and he just ripped it in shreds, his point was clear, there was no love between these two, only an alliance which brought them to tonight.

Tonight was their first defense and the tension filled the air. Andrew knew himself that despite his hatred for his partner, he had to be the adhesive that kept the two together, only to keep the titles the two have. "In a few moments, it will be my first time defending this cheap knock off of a title, against people who are undeserving, people who can't even defeat a pair of enemies who are holding the tag titles. Me and my so-called partner, who in all fact, I could care less about at this point, will end up winning again tonight, I will give Omen another slap on the wrist, and we will walk away as the Tag Team Champions, once again. Well, folks, it's time to....Kill 'Em Dead!"

Start of the Match/Entrances

Having that said, the feed was cut off the titantron as the tag team's tune roared through the PA but then from a microphone, Andrew's voice was heard saying. "Cut that music! Play my tune!"

Having that said, the PA changed from the Hangman's Body Count by Volbeat to Satellite by Rise Against as Styles seemed to insist on coming to the ring alone without his partner as his attire was not changed from what was seen on the titantron, only thing that had changed was the fact that he was wearing his old signature sunglasses, much to the likeness of Shanahan's aviators, the tint was the same but the attire, not so much. The attire was consisted of PVC black boots with red lettering across them, it was full of random letters for a pattern but the thing that stood out the most was the repetitive use of the word 'Crimson' along that mess of letters.

Announcer: From Montreal, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds as of tonight, he is the True Crimson, Andrew Styles!

His walk was slow paced but his eyes seemed focused on the ring as the tint seemed to show the outline of Andrew's eyes but focused was one of the traits that could describe the facial expression of Andrew. As he reached the center of the ring after going through the middle rope, he made a gesture, punching towards the mat and then raising up quickly to stretch his arms to the sides, making the same statement on "Kill 'Em Dead!" out loud for anyone with a good set of hearing to hear, the crowd was completely off their hinges after this entrance even if it was not shiny, they just cheered loudly as Andrew threw his glasses to the crowd after the gesture.

He was impatient to have the match start but he could not be crowned a tag team champion and become the champions all by himself, sadly, otherwise, he would. So for now, he awaited for his partner for tonight, the Colossal Freak, Omen. He just rolled his eyes while awaiting, his attire showed his little care for prepping up for shiny entrances, he did not even wear his usual facepaint for the bout, no paint, make-up, not even a single vestige of make-up on his face, all natural and now it'd be noticeable that he was growing a small beard, well-trimmed, mind you.

For now, there was one member of the team lacking, the Freak, Omen. The stronger and better built man between both, well, fat does not show muscle if you ask my honesty but let's go at it like that, shall we?

With that said, Omen's theme sparked up on the PA, Hurt by Nine Inch Nails was roaring through the sound system as the crowd cheered loudly for the second number one contender for the title but the silhouette was not even visible at first but then, the Freak came out, Andrew looked very intense at his partner for tonight like he wanted to fight the latter close and personal but for once, they had to be in the same page completely.

Through the heavy fog, a Scarecrow-esque attire could be seen, taken by the Colossal Freak, Andrew seemed to be warming up while glancing Omen up and down from the center of the ring, the sack on the head, the coloring, all was a Scarecrow attire, the muscle was way bigger than the original character from the Batman series but hey, freaks are simply that, freaks. There for entertainment, fear factor and almost nothing else.

Announcer: "At this point, introducing the other half of the team, he comes from Parts Unknown, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-six pounds, he is The Freak, Omen!"

Omen seemed incensed though as after he got to the ringside, he let out his spine tingling yell, his eyes almost popping through the holes of the sack were it not for the fact that it was impossible for human anatomy and we were not in a cartoon.

After that spine tingling yell made most of the fans shut up with the cheering, the theme of Omen's was cut off as well, he simply moved to the apron, quiet as usual but his presence felt and feared by the outside viewers as he stood there, the challengers for the title had their corner picked, delicacy taken by Omen as Andrew moved towards his partner, making the simple task of running his mouth again which Omen responded with simple animalistic grunts, tsks and such noises and Andrew was almost going for a punch to the sack head of Omen's but stopped in the middle of the way as he tried to cool down, saving his rage for his opponents as he stepped away from his corner and waited for the champions. His mentality was usntable and unfriendly to the point of wanting to avoid a tag with Omen, only as last resort, this would prove to be a clash of pride, mind and body between these two.

Goals in Omen's mind:
-Retain the Championship
-Take minimal damage
-Make no tags with Andrew
-Hit finisher on both opponents
-Hidden Objective