Earning A Title Shot
This title, when compared to other titles, is unorthodox due to the nature of how a team earns a title shot. A team becomes eligible to challenge for the Campeonatos de Parejas as soon as they earn three points. Teams rack up points by winning tag team matches. As soon as they get the three points, they can challenge the reigning Campeones for the titles. However, if they lose a match, the team loses all of their points and must start again. Essentially, when a duo wins three tag team matches in a row, they are eligible to have a title shot. Per Lucha Libre tradition, title defenses are Campeones vs. Retadores in Two out of Three Falls match.
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