Dangerous Rural Cousins Dispatched To Deal With Troublemakers Getting Too Close To Park Wedding

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Betoota's Botanic Gardens played host to the fairytale nuptials of Flight Path District couple Pete and Kylie over the weekend, with family and friends travelling far and wide to make the special day.

It was a perfect wedding for the young couple and their loved ones, with stragglers seen making their way to the old Dickless Parrot Hotel in the CBD after the venue discontinued bar service at 11pm.

There was, however, one very close call at the start of the day.

During the highly emotional exchanging of vows, the entire wedding couldn't help but grow anxious about the escalating riff raff taking place within ear shot.

Four drunken men in their twenties, two without shirts on, appeared to be having too much fun in the backdrop of this lovely setting.

The celebrant was twice interrupted by a rather loud "Ahahaha fuck off" and "Get fucked ya cunt!" as the roughhousing continued to edge dangerously close to Pete and Kylie's special day.

Without any words being exchanged, the father of the bride turned to his nephews from Charter's Towers, who were seated three rows behind.

A quick tilt of the head said more than needed to be said, as Brayden (38, pig shooter) and Bryden (31, retired ADF infantryman) quietly stood up and ushered themselves through the relieved crowd.

The two cousins, who are known throughout North and West Queensland are particularly adept in the art of pub brawls, immediately made their way down the rolling greens towards the unruly strangers.

"What's going on here fellas?" says Brayden, as the local juveniles puffed their chest.

"You bridging up are ya?" Bryden asks the biggest of the group.

"I wouldn't"

One of the drunken fools attempts bluff the two rural fistsmiths with some equally confrontational responses.

"What are you gonna do about it?"

Within seconds, Brayden has the leader of the pack by the back of his mullet with an index finger rammed into his armpit.

"Shhhhhhh" says Brayden, as he begins slowly walking the now incapacitated smart arse out of sight from the grandmother.

Bryden has not yet broken eye contact with the next biggest member of the group.

"Move on" he says gently.

"Where!?" asks the now whinging stranger.

"Away from our little cousins wedding. You can move yourselves our we'll drag the fucken lot of you down behind those trees and put on a fucking hiding like you've never known"

At time of press, Brayden and Bryden had made the effort of walking the local riff raff all the way to the entry gate to the Botanic Gardens, before taking the opportunity to have a quick smoke.