The crowd jeered, hurling rusted scraps and old rubble at Lewwie Boi.
“Drive you sorry excuse of a Guzzler!”
“Little station wagon lose control of her motor?”
“My wheelchair’s got more go than you!”
As Lewwie Boi took the punishment from the mob, Hitmen spun circles around him. The former tag-team duo had owned the demolition derby circuit but their partnership now hung on a knife’s edge. Hitman wanted glory and would execute in operatic fashion, dismantling his opponents one part at a time. Lewwie Boi simply did it for the money. Their aims were not mutually exclusive till today’s event when Hitman took Lewwie Boi’s girlfriend hostage.
“Let her go! And I’ll make sure not to cripple you too much”, spewed Lewwie Boi through the loudspeakers.
“Only if you can catch me in that matchbox turtle of yours!”, retorted Hitman with a maniacal tone.
Right when Lewwie Boi ignited his engine in full, a third truck explodes into the arena, fireworks and all.
“It’s Monster-Rig!!!”, the former tag-team shrieked between the frenzied cries of the crowd. “The undertaker has come for us. We gotta take him down now!”
But alas, the tag-team duo was no match against the monster-truck / big-rig hybrid. Goliath retired them to the junk yard.