BSS is dead
Trent and Angela had just been through a gruelling match with Will Ospreay and Bea Priestley which they won. Trent grabbed Angela and softly kissed her head.
“Love you, bunny” He sighed into her hair.
They were going to leave the ring when seemingly out of nowhere Pete’s theme hit and you and Pete sauntered down the ring, smilling at them. Pete hugged Trent and you did the same with Angela.
“Congrats, guys.” Pete said with gritted teeth. He nodded at you. This signalled your attack. You stomped, kicked, punched and ripped at Angela. Whilst Pete did the same with Trent. Tyler ran down towards the ring to try and stop you from going any further. The boos echoed around the ring. You didn’t care. You attacked Tyler giving him a sit-out piledriver directly on his head. He rolled out of the ring and groaned in pain.
You gradually stood up as Tyler did get some offence, until Pete ripped him off you in anger. Pete lifted you the rest of the way up. As soon as you were up, you were pulled into a feverish kiss from the “Brusierweight” and tongues were everywhere. Hands in each others hair, pulling. As soon as Pete let go put still holding you securely around his waist he grabbed a mic. “British Strong Style is dead”