*breathes in* As I stand here and incrementally sip on my Ecuadorian fair trade doppio, I can't help but reminisce on my and my teammate's title win last night. Commence our epoch and the inevitable eristic nature of wrestling's top tag team employing a melanated element. Some regressionists might posit this is a foible, but I humbly submit that our reign on top will be viewed as nonpareil. At the risk of offering righteous pleonasm, Swerve and Lee are and will be dominant champions henceforth.