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A 'ding' like an oven timer goes off and the poll closes, and now the bracket adjusts itself, now to feature a blank spot where Team Maverick once hogged the spot to themselves. AIGHT DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUN! Team Maverick! You! Are! Outta here! Good riddance! Minegishi! My boy! You are IN here! Good job! You alone were more popular than three people! Who'd've thunk it!? I would have! Those three were LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME! Now, hate to break it to ya, but you've only got yourself to rely on for this first round! It won't stay that way, so pick a team name for yourself! While you're at it, get a color too! I lied about the whole outta clothes thing, I just didn't like 'em!

Abel would walk back into the street with a confident smile on his face. The questions posed to him would take a bit of consideration though. In the end he'd look back towards the screen knowing the DJ could see him. "As for a team name, being the only member of the team doesn't exactly help with creativity and I wouldn't want to be too obvious. I'll go with Babel for now if that's be appropriate. Perhaps it also might be a little cliche but I'll go with black. It may seem like a simple or lackluster color but I believe there's much potential in such things. I'll do my best to make this a tournament you won't soon forget."

The DJ sends off a lick of some solemn cathedral music. Team Babel it IS! Look forward to ya new kicks! Minegishi finds himself to be another ticket holder, and also possessing a long black coat, with a pleated undershirt, and grey vest. The coat had sleek golden buttons, but there was another pair with silver buttons. There was also a ring with something resembling a tower engraved. Also some bombin' dress shoes waxed to a blinding sheen, and dark pinstriped pants.

Out already? Well, hell, that don't right. Still, if it's the big man's rulin, who am I to disagree. So then DJ. Ya hirin help for this little game o yours? I won't even ask for pay.

The rankings fade to show the DJ's sexy sexy visage once again. Hmm, not really! You'll be given another shot, just not today! Or tomorrow! Or the day after! Onto more pressing matters, you guys aren't goin' out changin' the game yet, so there's no poll today! Seriously, it'd just be a rerun of the last results! Change it up, start doing some contests! Maybe then I'll open the polls up! Karagi! OUT!

Aight, so we've gots ourselves a little problem here. The weeks over, but nobody's done or finished doing anything! Talk about disappointin'! Lemme make a deal here, nobody gets booted this week, and come next Saturday I'll be SURE to have someone kicked out. Mkay? Seriously, makin' me look bad here. What once was the logo above the bracket is now a countdown timer, it reads 167:09:00.

The timer hits zero, and a massive 'X' strikes out Team Mage. The DJ takes the screen, unchanged in attire, but looking slightly agitated. OK, so... here's the dealio. Y'all haven't finished doin' anything! Sure, you've started, but I don't like half-baked meatloaf! Team Mage, hate ta break it to ya, but you were the team that was set on a course for failure! Yoooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu'reeeeeeeeeeee outta here! Cue the disappointing trombone. To compensate for my boys who stuck in the game, y'all can have another teammate! Even some of Team Mage's boys can join ya! So here ends week one, and so begins week three! Shut up, the math checks out! Anyway, week three's got some special rules! It's gonna last twice as long, but the bottom two are gonna get knocked out! Can ya dig it? I can! Team Weeper? Enjoy your 200 points! Everyone else? You've got a bonus 100 from the late Team Mage! Get out there and make papa proud!