Enter a team world

[Jason Dire]

Jason Dire's music plays, he walks out to the ring in his ring gear. He slowly walks to the ring. He climbs in and calls for a mic. He gets it.

Welcome all, this is Elite League Fighting. I am out here to let all the boys in the back know that we are starting our tournament to find the elite tag team champions. So what I would like is for all the tag teams to make their way out here. Starting with Darkside and the Coffin Puppets. Any other people that are tag teams or plan on being in this tournament. Come down here now.

[Coffin Puppets]

*Dire doesn't wait long as 'F.T.W.' hits the arena and the Puppets make their way out. There's no posing or fanciness about their entrance, they just make a bee line for the ring.

Once in it, they stand to Dire's right. Wulf rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles as Core adjusts the Mayhem title on his shoulder.*

Werwulf: Alright Dire, we're listening..

[DARKSIDE]

"Here Comes The Pain" - The Darkside Remix by Slayer begins to play through the arena sound system. Nightmare and "Doctor" Death walks out onto the stage between the bursts of fire emerging from the stage. The two beasts march with purpose toward the ring and climb in by stepping over the top ropes.

Nightmare: Alright, Dire. You got our attention. This little tournament of yours is exactly what we were waiting for, but if these "coughing puppies" are the best you've got, then you might as well just hand the title over to us.....NOW![/b]

Death shoves Nightmare's shoulder and wags his finger, cautioning him to settle down...

Death: No! We'll take part in this tournament...just like everyone else. Nightmare here can be a bit on the impulsive side. There's no "fun" in just being handed a championship unless you get the chance to crack some skulls in the process.

Am I right....brother?[/b]

Nightmare steps back a bit and nods...

Nightmare: Indeed. You make a good point, Doc.

This is going to be...."fun". For us, anyway. Heh heh...

Okay, Dire. We're here. Name your terms so we can start getting our hands dirty with these two little vermin. I'm getting sick of the way they're eyeballing me.[/b]

Nightmare glares at Werwulf as he finishes speaking while Death just smirks and laughs under his breath...

[Jason Dire]

Dire looks over each team, before he speaks.

you misunderstand. You two won't be faceing each other. Well atleast not the first round. You two are one of the great tag teams out there. That's why, you are here. Darkside, you will be faceing Seth Darko and Alex Jacobs, WARbound. And for you Coffin Puppets, you shall face the team of Syrus Dragune and Omen. That is why I called you to the ring. Now I need all those others who think they are tag teams. Make your way out here, so I am place you in your matches.

[die]

A voice comes over the speakers.

??: What about us? Who are we going to face.

Before the persons voice can be reconzend, More Human the Human, plays. Out walks the masked team that is known as Zombie Nation. The members which are LowKo and Jacob Haste.

On the stage, Haste cuts his thumb across the throat. This meaning to cut the music.

Jacob Haste: We are a team, who do we face? What is your plan for us? We are Zombie Nation, lowKo over there and you can call me n9ne. Who shall face us. Oh by the way, how is your brothers knee?

He says this with a laugh and places his hand on LowKo's shoulder.

[Jason Dire]

Jason, grows ever more pissed at the words about his brother, but then laughs.

Oh you will soon find out. As to the both of you. The plan is for you to face Dire Straights in the first round, so you don't stain the tournament with your filth. Then you will have been knocked out from ever being the first of any championship. And you'll never hold a title here in the land of the Elite. Now leave. ArKum, Sylas, Caden Zicari, Genesis, Sean Young, Marcus Black, Ronan King, and Tanner. Please come to the ring.