Worley: Now, approaching the ring. Standing at five foot, and seven inches, weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds, Homicide!

Rushing into the ring, he jumps around in the center, getting a pop from the crowd. "Party Up" by DMX, hits the P.A, and the crowd pops, seeing Kay-Oz emerge from behind the curtain.

Worley: Now, approaching the ring. One half of G-Village, standing at five foot and ten inches, weighting in at two hundred and thirteen pounds, KKKAAAAYYY-OOOOZZZ!

Running into the ring, Homicide gives him room, taking a few steps back. Kay has his own time, and the music slowly fades, and the crowd atones. Stepping back into the opposite side of the man. The bell tolls.

Wells: And that is the sounding of the bell. This match is now officially on!

Homicide stomps his foot down, and Kay makes a slight flinching, and stumbles a few feet forward. Taking to his fool advantage, Homicide rushes in, and rolls to the right, grabbing Kay-oz's hand, and hooks it behind his back, holding it inside of a tight hold. A few grunts, and obscenities matting from the man that was in pain.

Star: And it looks like the tag champ is in pain.

Applying abit more pressure, Homicide converts it into a somewhat averted slam, and holds him down on the mat, setting on his back, pulling both arms back, and grasps hold of each tightly. Not letting go. The ref rushes, and counts, once to the count of ten, he is told to break lose, in which is happened. Homicide jumps back, watching Kay-oz slowly get to his feet, not showing any sign of pain, nor frustration.

Star: This match is slowly starting to unfold here before your very eyes.

Oz rushes in, chopping his knee into the side of his leg, and lands his foot firmly down. Sliding his other, doing the same to Homicide's opposite leg. Sending him off balance. He sends his shoulder hard into his gut, and rushes him into the corner. Right before his back slams into the turnbuckle, Homicide dives, and the face of Kay-Oz is sent into the mat, and he falls back, slipping into a pin, applied by Homicide.

Wells: This may be it right here!

The ref counts to one, two, kick out at three. Homicide stands, slowly making Kay set up, and dropkicks into his spine, laying him outside of the ring, sliding through the ropes. Homicide gets to his feet, and watches from the top, the lifeless Kay-Oz. He begins to move around the five counts, and rushes in at seven.

Star: Close one right there, almost brought up a D.Q.

Wells: So disappointing that would have been to our loyal fans.

When Kay made it into the ring, he was caught by several large boots from Homicide, and was kept on the mat. After several minutes of such harnessing pain, he brought the man to his feet, and spit in his face, moving him into a driving power bomb in the center of the ring. Driving him into the mat, he pinned. Getting the second count, from a kick-out.

Wells: Kick out yet again by Kay.

Homicide speedily get to his feet, and stomps apon the mat, appearing to grow frustrated with his failed attempts. Placing his hands apon his head, he brought Kay up into a standing position, and placed him into a DDT. Instead, Oz played his arm around his gut, and slammed him into a Northern Lights.

Wells: And Kay-oz comes back!

Oz gets to his feet, and dive atop of Homicide, and holds his hands, clasping down apon his throat, and thumps the side of his head against the mat. The ref pushes him off. And Kay rushes back in, slamming his boot down into his gut.

Star: Kay isn't letting up. He plans to return in with Spades.

Picked up from the mat, Homicide stumbles forward, and is hit with a hard spear, the sound echoing through the arena, when the crowd explodes, erupting with a pop.

:: Note: Didn't know who won. So I left it up to you. ::