It's not over. I did what I said I'd do, I took the puppet and I cut its strings. I defaced the creator of a revelation, I defamed the leader of a revolution. I made Eric Jameson Slayer my victim, held high the banners of the downtrodden and the abused. I embraced the rage, I embraced the chains... I allowed my new best friends to work alongside me as we took down the masthead of the Movement. But it's not over. I removed the head of the Hydra and in its place, three more come forward. Where once the enemy moved under a single man, now they stand leaderless. So that brings a new mission, a new goal; three more men to remove from their seats of power. Did you jackanapes really think I was going to let this finish with the hanging of Slayer? EJ was just a man.. A misguided, delusional, self-important man... but a man! When I took up these chains against Eric, I took up these chains against an idea.. against an ethos.. against a movement. That idea is you, Adam Wilson. That ethos is you, Redemption. And that movement. Well Talon, my personal devil, the pale moonlight awaits our ballet once more, aaah hahahaha! Don't think I haven't noticed what you've been doing, you little rascals! Don't think I haven't seen that whilst the king sat pretty on his throne of thorns, his minions were gathering all the trinkets for themselves. Tag Team Championships, PDA Championships.. it doesn't matter to you boys, so long as it sparkles, hm? But I know Talon better than Talon knows Talon, so I understand why you gather these straps to your cause. You leech the control that they bring, build your powerbase, grow your influence.. You will take this company item by item, climbing on the heads of those you deem beneath you until you are nestled at the top. Vultures on a spire! But the Midas touch came with a costly price, and the Movement are yet to attend their assembly with the piper. We are getting wise to you, Movement, though it escapes me why, of-all-people, it took Kid Dynamo to notice! For months I have fought this cancer� I defended the Tag Team Titles in a singles match for one purpose and one purpose alone. To stop Talon. Why? Because I saw the Movement coming over the hills before the Movement even knew the hills were there. And I fell. I fell, alone, because NOBODY WAS THERE FOR ME! But the heroes are rising at last, the cries have been heard, my cause has been recognized. Holloway redeemed the Network Title. Team EGO will claim the Tag Team gold. Vacant and Williams make a stand against your interference, and why? Because they have all finally read the writing that the Jackrabbit has been scratching on the wall allll along, hahahaaa! The Movement must not win Quest for the Best. To he who seeks power for power's sake, it is power that must be withheld. And to the winner of this esteemed tournament goes nothing... nothing but power. Power Hour. One pay-per-view event is all the Movement need to deface our home, to completely change the face of the OWF. Would we let them book a 3 on 1 for the Perry boy's title belt? Would we let them protect their stranglehold on the Tag Team and PDA belts, whilst forcing Holloway to relinquish his strap back to Redemption!? Or will we stand idly by and watch them book CJ against Talon for the sixty-seven percent still left of this company!? I repeat, the Movement must not win Quest for the Best. I know you will beat Eva De La Cruz, Talon. For all the vitriol we have spit, I have never doubted your ability in that ring. No man in the OWF is as violent as you, no man as ruthless and calculating.. Nobody knows that better than the Jackrabbit, nobody understands you like I do, old friend.. I have fought Talon, I have bested Talanacao.. and I remember Saul. And that is why I alone must face you in the Quarterfinals. That is why I must finish you at Quest For The Best� I don't want this, I NEED THIS... And that is why Plague will fall on Friday night. I don't hate you, Plague. When all the toy soldiers line up by the toy box, you'll be standing beside me, death-stick in hand. You and your partner have begun to realize what I always knew, and now you stand up against the Movement. Not for honor or for valor, not for the fans or even for the OWF. But you stand against them all the same. You're not a hero, Plague, but the OWF doesn't need heroes. The fans don't cheer anymore because there is nothing left to cheer. The Movement have taken it all, one by one. But unfortunately for young Nicholas, the OWF doesn't need laughter, it doesn't need innocence or joy. The OWF needs men like Plague, men like... like me? It's a dark day when the souls turn to the carrion to make them whole again, but that is what OWF has done, and that is what OWF needs. The Movement have brought us to this place, Plague... and the Movement will deliver us. And when the fog clears you will have your time. A cigarette in your mouth, you will rise up to stand beside Dynamo... For if he is the voice, then you are the fist... and you will plunge deep, deep, deeper than the ocean floor to get what you desire. Tag Team Championship gold. One more thorn in the Movement's side, and who is that cheerleader on the side lines, rejoicing and reveling in your victory? It's me, Plague. It's me. But Friday night Addiction, that isn't your night. On Friday night, you will not hear me shout, you will not hear me scream. On Friday I am not your cheerleader, I am not your fan. I am the man that will take you out of the Quest for the Best tournament. It's not personal, you understand? You're just in my way. You're the brick wall that Talon is hiding behind, you're the key to the locked door, you are the bullet proof vest that I have to push myself deeper and deeper and deeper inside until you bleed, Plague, you bleed so that Talon can bleed more. But you understand, don't you Plague? You understand why I have to do this thing. I have to do it because you cannot be trusted. You cannot be trusted to win. If Talon is the lion, Plague, you are his gazelle. If Talon is the gazelle, then you are his grass. I am the hunter with the crossbow that will bring the lion and the gazelle down both, and I need you out of my crosshairs. You were a sniper once, Plague, so I think you understand. You have done nothing of note since returning to the OWF, but your time is coming soon. There are Tag Team Championships out there with your name on them� Do you see the tiny gold letters, Plague? But the match at Quest for the Best is not your fight. Go help dear Gregory regain his son, go help Kid Dynamo regain his pride, but do not think to help me slay the Enigma! That task is mine and mine alone, and if I have to put you into a little coma alongside EJ Slayer to get me there, don't think for even a millisecond that I will flinch. You have fallen at my feet before, Plague, be it NLW Uprising or OWF Brawltopia. But the person that gave you those defeats is gone, the laughing fool has been eviscerated and in his place stands a man unchained. Seek no petty revenge on Friday, because your pride is nothing against my need to vanquish Talon. Beating you is just the first step to removing the fungus from the Quest for the Best- for after Talon has fallen beneath me that leaves only The Savior, and if I must get to the finals of this tournament to put Wilson down too, that is what will happen! I don't hate you, Plague. Please please please please� don't make me hate you.