*The scene opens and we seem to be inside a limo. A familiar opening...a very familiar opening for the two men that have ripped through their competition here in the MTT3. And there are those two men...the NWF Tag Team Champions Jack Daniels and Evan Douglas. Something seems different about them today. Let's see, they have their tag team straps with them, so that's not it. Daniels has his bottle of Old No.7, so that's not it. Douglas has his NWF TV title with him and he's flipping through pages in a book looking for something, so that's not it. Hmmm...AH HA! Maybe it's the fact that both Daniels and Douglas are decked out in black Armani suits. But why in the hell are these two wearing suits? Why don't we find out.*

Evan Douglas: *Loosens his tie* Why do we have to wear these damn suits?

Jack Daniels: We have to go pay our respects Evan...it's only right. We already have one deceased tag team and we're 'bout to have 'nother one this week. Tag teams are dyin' left and right, and the next one, well this drunken bastard feels as if we're gonna be responsible for that one.

Evan Douglas: We're not going to have anymore dead tag teams once I find what I'm looking for.

Jack Daniels: What the hell ya talkin' 'bout now Evan?

Evan Douglas: *********EVAN SMACK****** (the thing the Evan is looking through are the MTT3 rules, gonna play off the angle of that any tag team just can't come in and take Latino Power's place in the tourney)

Jack Daniels: Wait a second...isn't Haven and Kage the Latino Powers anyway? I mean it was always 'em just with those ugly masks on right?

Evan Douglas: Maybe you and I know that, but no one esle does. Ah, here it is..In the event that a team has to depart from the tournament for any reason, they can not be replaced by another team once the seedings have been made and the elimination rounds have begun. See it's right there, in plain english. Where's that fax machine in here...I need to get this to some higher authorities.

Jack Daniels: Ya see Haven and Kage, in actuality, what Evan is doin' for ya bastards, consider it a favor...a huge favor. Ya see, ya could very well step into the squared circle 'gainst the greatest tag team known to man, be humiliated...beaten...abused...stepped all over and spat on. But I guess ya two sunuva bitches are used to that kinda treatment since ya frequent Mexico a lot. But hey, if that's what ya jackasses want, then don't hesitate to bring your Mexican wannabe asses down to our ring...where Absolute Power runs the show. But ya see, what Evan here is doin' is tryin' to prevent ya bastards from committin' career suicide here. Ya already ditched the only gimmick that ever worked for ya assholes as a team. And now ya think ya can get by Absolute Power and win this tournament? I DON'T FUCKIN' THINK SO!

Evan Douglas: **********EVAN SMACK*******

Jack Daniels: Ya know what this drunken bastard doesn't get Evan? Their change in attitudes towards the MTT3. Ya see, since day one Absolute Power has been absolutely serious 'bout winnin' this whole shindig. Week in and week out we've been tellin' everyone we're gonna win it...and week in and week out we keep whoopin' everyones' ass provin' we're gonna be MTT3 champions. We don't joke 'bout it...we don't laugh 'bout it...we don't fart...we don't go 'round sayin' poop and chasin' a fartin' donkey in and out of Taco Bells. That's all this was to ya bastards...one big fuckin' joke. And by some miracle, ya find yourselves in position to perhaps win the tournament and win the highest honor any tag team can win. So out go the ridiculous masks, the poopin' and fartin' jokes and in comes the serious faces...the serious gimmicks. Ya think that's gonna cut the mustard fellas? Ya think just cuz ya put on some serious looks now, learned some English, no more masks, no more donkeys, no more jokes...that now ya have what it takes to beat the current NWF Tag Team Champions...to beat the greatest tag team in the history of this sport? What are ya thinkin'...that ya beat Absolute Power 'fore? I don't recall such a moment. Do ya Evan?

Evan Douglas: Nope.

Jack Daniels: Now there were two guys who happened to sneak away with a win 'gainst Absolute Power when it meant nuttin'. But ya see, that was then...when it meant absolutely nuttin'. Now...now it means everythin'. And quite simply Haven and Kage...Jack Daniels and Evan Douglas are prepared to win by ANY MEANS ABSOLUTELY FUCKIN' NECESSARY! Comprende putas?

Evan Douglas: *********EVAN SMACK*********

*Suddenly the limo comes to a stop. The driver gets out and opens the door for Daniels and Douglas. They step out and now we're at...we're at a cemetery. Daniels signals something at the driver. The driver reaches into the car and grabs a bag and follows Daniels and Douglas until the reach the burial sites of the Latino Powers.*

Jack Daniels: These fartin' bastards are gonna be missed...for the fifth time that is.

Evan Douglas: Yeah, by the end of next week...they'll probably be dead again.

Jack Daniels: That's where you're wrong Evan...ya mean by the beginnin' of next week...more specifically Tuesday night. They will be dead once 'gain cuz just like this drunken bastard said earlier...we will do whatever we have to do to amke it to the finals and ultimately win. Whether it be cheatin' to win...so be it. Whether it be inflictin' pain on ourselves...so be it. Whether it be killin' a couple of jackasses like Haven and Kage...then SO FUCKIN' BE IT!

*Daniels signals to the driver again. He reaches into the bag and pulls something out before placing it in front of the tombstones. Wait a second, is that what I think it is? It is...it's tacos and burritos from Taco Bell! Daniels takes a swig from his bottle of Old No.7 and then pours some on the burials sites of Latino Powers. They then step over and there's another set of tombstones. Wait a second, look at the tombstones. They have Haven's and Kage's name on them. And underneath it has the date April 2nd, 2002 as they day they died.*

Evan Douglas: *******EVAN SMACK*******

Jack Daniels: Ya see, we don't have to sit here and pick apart each of your pathetic careers. This here is called a tag team tournament. We're out to prove that we are in fact that greatest tag team that has ever set foot in a squared circle. And ya motherfuckers are standin' in our way of doin' just that. But ya can be assured that once we throw ya outta our way and get one step closer to our destiny of greatness...ya bastards will have a spot right next to your best poopin' friends. We reserved these spots to ya, so ya can't say the only thing we ever gave ya was just an ass whoopin' and the honor of bein' in the ring with two legends like ourselves. We're givin' ya these great spots here and we're also gonna give ya one more reason why...

Evan Douglas: ********EVAN SMACK*******

Jack Daniels: Tuesday night...Asbolute Power moves one step closer to winnin' it all. Jack Daniels moves one more step to that coveted Triple Crown. Evan Douglas move one step closer to legendary status. The Latino Powers move one step closer to bein' ranked alongside the Hitmen from Hell...the Joe Lemons of the tag team divisions. It ain't no fartin', poopin', Taco Bell eatin' gimmick...but it's a start. And after your asses are handed to ya by Absolute Power, ya bastards are gonna find yourselves startin' over.

Jack Daniels and Evan Douglas: Till then...MOTHERFUCKERS!

*Daniels and Douglas spit on the tombstones of Haven and Kage before they turn away and make their way towards the limo. The scene fades...*