>> THE JACKRABBIT vs. PLAGUE (18/04/14) <<

Nick Burst - The talent is there Bobby. As is the desire. But in the end three of those six competitors will end up eliminated, and the other three have to prepare for a night from hell on Pay Per View.

The camera pulls away from the two commentators to head over to the time keepers table, where Missy Janson is sitting.

Nick Burst - Well it looks like we don't have to wait much longer. No interruptions before our first match means the night is starting off on the right foot.

Bobby Shavonie - I agree. With two men who have been involved in a lot of issues on our shows, both Jackrabbit and Plague should look to keep this match as straightforward as possible.

Nick Burst - I'm sure they'd both love to, but they're both hated by The Movement; and as they said at the beginning of the show, they're only looking to be more dominant than they already are. What better way to do so than to take down the opponent of Talon a peg or two before they even reach the Pay Per View?

Getting up to her feet the OWF Ring Announcer is sure to pick up her microphone off the table, staring out into the mass of fans who are rather subdued compared to how they were to start the night.

Nick Burst - Cross your fingers, your toes and your balls, cause I sense them coming.

A few seconds later Missy Janson lifts the microphone up and begins her announcements for the evening.

Missy Janson - HELLO TUPELO, MISSISSIPPI! AND THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE FOR OWF FRIDAY ADDICTION!

The fans here in Tupelo jump right back to the volume they were at earlier, which Missy responds to with a smile as she takes a deep breath; waiting for them to settle down.

Missy Janson - The first match of the night is scheduled for a one-fall, with no time limit; and it is a Second Round match in the 2014 OWF Quest For The Best Tournament!

A nice response follows these words, but Missy Janson is quick to continue on with her introductions.

Missy Janson - Out first... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... He is the 11th Seed in the Quest For The Best Tournament... Plague!

The entire arena goes black, and silent with exception of the occasional camera flash and the cheers of the crowd. Suddenly the the heavy riffs of Bullet with a Name rip through the silence, followed by the lyrics leading up to the chorus.

Simultaneously, flames go off on either side of the entrance ramp, and Plague walks out from the back, pausing at the top of the ramp, before shaking out his hands, and shifts his weight from one foot to another like a boxer would.

With a smile to the cheering crowd, he heads down the ramp bumping fists with some of the fans as he goes.

Bobby Shavonie - Plague is coming off a rough loss at Campus Chaos, after stringing together a good amount of solid performances. Tonight he's going to have to be at his best to get into the Quarterfinals of the Quest For The Best, though.

Nick Burst - He knows that, or at least he should. Nobody is going to slum it in any of these matches tonight; and if they do, they'll find themselves on the outside looking in.

Bobby Shavonie - Do you like Plague's chances? Do you think he has a shot to run the table, starting tonight?

Nick Burst - I think Plague has gotten better as time has gone on, but I don't think he has faced a challenge like this since he has been back. Then again, it was The Jackrabbit who eliminated Plague in the Brawltopia match back in November; so if he needs extra motivation, he's got it.

Nick Burst - I bet you Plague hasn't stopped thinking about it since it happened. What better way to get revenge than with a win here tonight?

Bobby Shavonie - Well he can't be too focused on the past, otherwise the future will slip right through his fingers.

Halfway down he breaks into a sprint and slides into the ring, heading over to his corner once he stands. His music fades out he prepares himself for the match. The camera cuts back outside, and Missy continues her introductions without skipping a beat.

Missy Janson - And introducing next... from Parts Unknown... He is the 6th Seed in the Quest For The Best Tournament... The Jackrabbit!

The arena lights dim and the sound of metal chains scraping a concrete floor can be heard across the sound system. They are broken up by a shrill laughter around the arena and the crowd explodes into cheers. As smoke fills the entrance-ramp area, "Out Of My Head" by Puddle of Mudd kicks in and the Jackrabbit appears at the top of the ramp.

"What is wrong with all my friends
I know that I am unlike them
Just another situation
Don't hold me back
I don't look up to them"

Steel chains drape across his shoulders and behind him on the ground as the Jackrabbit slowly makes his way to the ring.

Nick Burst - I'm proud and more than happy to say that The Jackrabbit has gotten rid of EJ Slayer; a task I was hoping he would pull off, and he did.

Bobby Shavonie - The violent streak we have seen from Jackrabbit was good enough for Campus Chaos, but tonight those chains he brings with him are for nothing more than decoration.

Nick Burst - Well he can use them if he wants, but he'll just be sent home packing because of it. Don't worry about that though. The Jackrabbit has proved himself to be more than capable when in a normal match like this. He just can't let his frustrations get the better of him tonight.

Bobby Shavonie - Well one of these men will be declared a winner here, and if you ask me I think it's going to be the wrestler who asserts himself first in this contest.

Nick Burst - I can understand why you'd think such a thing, that if Plague or Jackrabbit can establish a flow their opponent will have to follow their lead. Problem is when you have talented guys like this they can flip the switch on a bad situation in a heartbeat, so nothing is given.

Bobby Shavonie - Oh that's an understatement. Not just for this match, but every match, our wrestlers have to fight with everything they have to move on. We've seen men like Kid Dynamo, EJ Slayer and Redemption get beat by lower seeds; who came out of the gates firing.

Nick Burst - And trust me, The Jackrabbit is well aware of the talent Plague brings. This match won't be a fluke win, in either direction.

Climbing under the bottom rope, he suddenly sprints to the turnbuckle and climbs it, staring out over the audience with a stony look on his face and his chains clutched to his chest.

"No one's ever listening
The lines are crossed somewhere between
My head is spinning like a top
I don't not know when this shit is going to stop"

The Jackrabbit suddenly breaks into a manic smile before stamping back to the middle of the ring. The referee tries to coerce the chains from him, but he pulls back on them, giving the referee a wild-eyed look before finally relinquishing them with a shrill laugh. The lights come back up as the Jackrabbit takes his place in the corner, as his music fades and the OWF Official discards of the chains to the outside.

Now that the two competitors are in their corners, OWF Official Calvin Mills checks with both to ensure they are ready; and then signals to the time keepers table for the bell to be rung.

QUEST FOR THE BEST TOURNAMENT
SECOND ROUND
NORMAL MATCH

	VS
THE JACKRABBIT #6 SEED		PLAGUE #11 SEED

Moving forwards out of their respective corners Plague and The Jackrabbit move towards the center of the ring, rearing their hands up across their face obviously aware of what the other is capable of. When they get within striking distance Plague whips a sharp right kick to the outside of Jackrabbit's left thigh, then steps back to bounce on the balls of his feet. The Jackrabbit keeps moving around the squared circle and approaches his opponent only to be met with a front kick to the stomach that bends JR over at the waist for a brief second, allowing Plague to hit a rising knee to his face. Hanging back Plague allows The Jackrabbit time to compose himself once he is back upright, shaking his head from side to side to get his focus back. The two men approach one another again and Plague goes for a haymaker right hand, which Jackrabbit ducks under by just a hair to pull himself up behind his opponent. As soon as Plague turns around he is slapped across the face with JR's right hand, which is followed by the left open hand of The Jackrabbit; who pauses and raises his fingers in the air, as if ready to parade around in a circle, but doesn't dare stop his momentum as he coils up his right arm and sends it driving forward towards Plague's head. Having been a victim of Slap Happy, Plague is able to get both of his forearms up in front of his face; blocking the the strike easily, and immediately sends a roundhouse kick up to the side of JR's head. This staggers him to his right where he grabs onto the middle ropes on that side of the ring, keeping himself from falling over; but exposing his back for Plague to come up from behind and trap him in a reverse waist lock. Refusing to let go of the ropes The Jackrabbit makes Plague work for it as he tries to tug him into the middle of the ring, and only when he is ready does he let the tension in his fingers go free. Plague takes The Jackrabbit towards the center of the ring only to have his grasp broken, and then he falls victim to a standing switch as it's now Jackrabbit who has Plague in a reverse waist lock. It's only maintained for a second before Plague throws his left elbow back behind his head, connecting with the left side of JR's face effectively breaking the hold he has around his opponent's waist. Knowing exactly what he wants to do next Plague bursts forward and turns his body so that his back makes contact with the opposite set of ring ropes, propelling him back towards the center of the ring; and thus his opponent. The Jackrabbit collects himself and sees this unfolding in front of his face and when Plague approaches he steps to his right and drives his left knee cap up into the stomach of Plague; briefly dropping him down to his hands and knees, trying to suck some air back into his lungs. Seizing the opportunity The Jackrabbit approaches the head of his opponent and tucks it between his legs, before butterflying the arms of Plague behind his back. He doesn't even have a chance to try to lift Plague up for the underhook powerbomb, as Jackrabbit is back body dropped flat onto his back by his opponent who stands up to his feet a renewed man. Spinning around on the heels of his boots Plague turns to see The Jackrabbit just now sitting himself up on his rear, and he dashes forward; delivering a soccer kick to the exposed back of his opponent, freezing JR where he is for the time being. Plague backs off a few steps and watches in shock as The Jackrabbit shakes off any sort of pain as he coils his body back up to it's feet, staring ahead right into the eyes of his opponent. The fans cheer out loud in firm support of The Jackrabbit and Plague refuses to back down from this challenge, engaging JR by walking in a circle around the ring; forcing him to do the same. They come together in a collar and elbow tie-up but it's evident that Plague isn't going into this looking to be even with his opponent, and he quickly transitions this into a side headlock. He uses that to flip The Jackrabbit over onto his back, giving him a clean release as Plague stands upright following the headlock takedown. A bit stunned but none worse for the wear The Jackrabbit rolls back to his feet and lunges forward, instigating another collar and elbow lock up; this one that he gets the advantage on, locking Plague in a side headlock. Not a second later now The Jackrabbit performs a headlock takedown on Plague, as a firm receipt, and gets upright to stand over him as now it's Plague who has to get up to his feet a bit ashamed.

When he does Plague slaps The Jackrabbit across the face as hard as he can with his right hand, and the crowd gasps when they see this. The Jackrabbit stands his ground, turning his head off the slap to look at Plague; and then leaps forward, tackling Plague to the canvas with a double leg take down in order to mount him. JR begins raining down right and left hands towards the face of Plague, some of which are deflected by his opponent's arms; but a good number find their mark. Having been dealt a good bit of damage Plague reaches his arms up, latching his hands around the back of his opponent's head and rolls The Jackrabbit over onto his back. Now he looks to get a bit of retribution by firing away with short right and left hands, which are mostly blocked by The Jackrabbit. When Plague moves onto downward elbow shots The Jackrabbit can't do anything to avoid the clubbing nature of the shot, then gets caught with a left hook while his guard is down. Rolling himself over onto his chest The Jackrabbit remains vulnerable as his opponent stands up to his feet hovering over him before reaching down, locking him in a sleeper hold. Rearing upwards Plague pulls Jackrabbit up to his knees trapped in the submission, bringing OWF Referee Calvin Mills in to check on his condition. There's no need as The Jackrabbit reaches upwards with both arms, grabbing Plague's head and using the angle of his body he flips his opponent over onto his back; escaping the sleeper hold and bounding up to his feet from his knees. Again The Jackrabbit stays back as Plague takes some time to stand up, and gets to a standing position with his shoulders squared to his opponent; finding themselves in this position once again.

Bobby Shavonie - What do you mean? We've seen a lot of wrestling moves and counters here so far.

Nick Burst - Sure, but that's part of the process. These two are battling mentally and physically, and they've been putting on a show to start this match. This is what happens when you put two capable athletes in the ring against one another, in a tournament setting.

Bobby Shavonie - Neither man wants to suffer a defeat here, for multiple reasons. But do you think looking strong in defeat would appease either man?

Nick Burst - Probably not, even if it should be a bright spot to whomever loses. We both know these men can go. We both know what they are capable of. If the match continues like this, the loser will have nothing to be ashamed of; because these guys brought their A game tonight.

There's no more picking their spots or jostling for position between the two as Plague comes forward with a right hook that is blocked by the rising left forearm of The Jackrabbit. In retaliation he fires a straight right hand into the face of Plague, knocking his opponent back a step. When he looks to make up that step with an elbow strike from his left arm The Jackrabbit comes up empty as Plague ducks his head down, quickly straightening himself up prepared for a response. Kicking his right leg up is the first thing he does, looking for a roundhouse kick to JR's head; but now it's The Jackrabbit who ducks down, avoiding the kick by about a foot before he stands back upright to throw a right forearm to the face of Plague as he turns around. Oddly enough as Plague spins around his idea is to throw a right forearm and the two competitors clock each other with simultaneous forearm shivs, bringing pause to their next set of actions. Trying to dictate the pace Plague steps forward to perform a european uppercut under the jaw of his opponent, whipping JR's head backwards as he struggles to remain on his feet. A little out of breath Plague doesn't move forward until he is sure his opponent is remaining on his feet, but as he does he gets caught with a headbutt straight to the brow of his forehead from The Jackrabbit; the result of which is Plague dropping to a knee directly in front of him. His reaction is to grab Plague in a front face lock and lead him up to his feet; completely abandoning the hold as he gets his opponent standing. The Jackrabbit moves forward, tucking his head under Plague's left arm and extending his own right arm to grab him around the left side of his neck. Lifting Plague up The Jackrabbit manages to spin him around for The Fatemaker; but his opponent frees himself from the spinning uranage slam, landing on his feet behind his opponent. As soon as The Jackrabbit turns around he sees Plague charging at him and he leaps up into the air, bringing his hands around the back of JR's head and positioning his knees right in his face; reading for the double knee facebuster he calls Infected. Somehow The Jackrabbit summons the strength in his arms to clutch Plague around the back of his knees and prevents himself from falling forward, instead directing Plague to a seat on the top rope in the nearest corner. Once he releases Plague's legs Jackrabbit is met with a boot to the face that sends him backpedaling towards the middle of the ring, while Plague decides to stand himself up on the middle rope inside of the ring just waiting for his moment. When it comes he flys out of the corner with his left knee directed at Jackrabbit's head, but JR dodges out of the way just in time to avoid the shot which forces Plague to land on his feet on the mat to avoid wiping out to the canvas. By the time he spins upon the balls of his feet to square his shoulders to his opponent Plague is already met with The Jackrabbit's right shoulder dug into his stomach; forcing him back-first against the ring ropes. With no intention of keeping his opponent pinned agaiinst the ring cables The Jackrabbit takes a step backwards, pops his hips, and out of nowhere delivers a beautiful northern lights suplex; bridging his back to pin Plague's shoulders to the mat; bringing the referee in to make a count. 1... 2... Plague kicks out and the two men roll away from one another, with Jackrabbit maybe just a step ahead of his opponent at this point.

Bobby Shavonie - That was the first pinfall attempted in this match, which shows you just how hotly contested it is.

Nick Burst - And it shows just how quickly this can end for one of these men. They both have some gas left in the tank, but I fully expect them to be kicking it into a higher gear from here on out; and all it takes is three seconds, or a three taps on the mat for the match to be over. At the same time, don't expect to see many pinfall attempts here. These two are well aware none of this early match bullshit is going to win them the match.

As The Jackrabbit regains a stance on his feet the crowd greets him warmly, with just about all of them standing on their feet cheering JR on as he is proactive for the first time in the contest; reaching down to grab Plague around the head, aiding him to a standing position. Using some sort of motivation, whether it's emotional or mental, Plague grabs JR around the back of the head and delivers two weak knees to his opponent's stomach; then a second later tosses him to his right, sending Jackrabbit back-first against the ring ropes. As he comes back off the ring cables JR cannot avoid being flipped over flat to his back with a vicious powerslam from Plague, who opts to roll away after hitting the huge move; looking to recover with this advantage. Seeing a great contest between two hard working individuals the fans give a strong cheer to both men, as Plague is already up on his knees keeping his eyes peeled on his opponent. The Jackrabbit knows what to do and is already over on his stomach, pushing himself up to his knee caps and elbows, with no idea of where Plague is currently. He finds out maybe a second or two later when Plague grabs onto him with a front face lock, which he only uses to tug The Jackrabbit up to his feet. Releasing his opponent Plague crushes him with a front kick to the chest, sending JR staggering back on his heels with Plague quick to move in ready to strike. He connects with a right forearm shot to Jackrabbit's face, forcing his opponent back-first against the ring cables; where Plague comes in to deliver a rising knee to the diaphragm of The Jackrabbit. That shot paralyzes him for a split second, allowing Plague to grab onto the left wrist of Jackrabbit with his left hand; using it to irish whip him off of the ring ropes into a sprint across the ring. As The Jackrabbit turns so that his back can hit the cables on the opposite side of the squared circle, he hooks his arms over the top rope to completely stop his movement; preventing him from traveling back towards his awaiting opponent. When Plague sees this he jumps into action by running forward, so fast that he cannot avoid the back body drop attempt from JR; who flips Plague over the top rope. Somehow Plague is able to use both of his hands to grab that top ring cable, and sticks his landing on the edge of the ring apron outside of the ring with both feet. When The Jackrabbit turns around he is headbutted across the bridge of his nose by Plague, who quickly latches onto his opponent to set him up into a suplex hold over the top rope; which brings the remainder of fans who weren't already standing up to their feet. Plague tries to suplex Jackrabbit to the outside of the ring and manages to lift his feet off the mat by about a foot or two, but cannot gain the leverage to do so. Trying to get himself back into the bout The Jackrabbit summons some strength and gets Plague up about half-way into a vertical suplex, but the furious kicking of his legs forces JR to set his opponent back down to his feet on the edge of the apron. Thinking about the short-term future Plague drops down to the floor, tugging The Jackrabbit throat-first down upon the top ring cable as he lands on his feet on the concrete. Meanwhile back inside of the ring The Jackrabbit is trying to take a deep breath or swallow, but neither seem to be working as he walks towards the middle of the ring completely losing track of his opponent. As quick as a fox Plague hops back up to the ring apron's edge, clutching the top rope with both hands just watching The Jackrabbit slowly spin himself around to face him. Using his upper body strength Plague pulls himself up to a stance on the top rope and comes springboarding off of it, directing himself towards his opponent looking for a cross body block. At the last possible second The Jackrabbit takes to the air, lays out, and drives both of his boots into the face of Plague; knocking him dead out of the air with a beautiful dropkick.

The crowd cheers out loud as both men hit the canvas, in their varying degrees of pain both trying to pull themselves back upright as quickly as possible. It's a slow go of it for Plague, but The Jackrabbit is able to recover relatively fast; getting himself up to a single knee, facing his downed opponent. Concentrating only on getting to a standing position, and not worried about Plague's progress at all, The Jackrabbit gets back on his feet and the cheers of the fans get even louder when that occurs. Hanging back, bending over to place his hands on the top of his knees, The Jackrabbit moves to a blind spot of Plague and watches him very closely as he starts his progress up off of the fabric of the squared circle. As moments pass Plague finally summons the strength to get his feet back under his frame and he turns around, only to have the head of his opponent stuck between his thighs. Lifting upwards The Jackrabbit hangs Plague upside down over his back, holding onto the back of his legs in an overhead belly to back piledriver position. Just as he's ready to sit out to hit The Last Laugh, Plague unhinges his legs from JR's grasp and flops over onto his back; grabbing onto Jackrabbit's legs and rolling him up with a sunset flip. Instead of going for the pinfall Plague pushes his opponent over onto his hands and knees, then delivers a sharp kick flush to JR's face as Plague lays right in front of him. Becoming stunned for a few seconds forces The Jackrabbit to remain motionless on all fours while Plague takes advantage of this situation, bounding up to his feet to grab The Jackrabbit by the back of his head. While bringing his opponent upwards Plague also tucks JR's head between his legs, and latches down around his opponent's waist with both arms; not even waiting for The Jackrabbit to get up to his feet before swinging him up to a seated position on his shoulders in a powerbomb hold. Before Plague can execute the move his opponent fights back, driving repeated right hands down upon his exposed forehead; resulting in Plague letting Jackrabbit off the hook, but not by his own will. Now standing on his own two feet again The Jackrabbit decides to go low, kicking his right leg around looking for a leg sweep but somehow Plague sees it coming and is able to hop up over it. Off the miss Jackrabbit turns himself to face his opponent who is already prepared for this, throwing a low left kick at JR's face; which he just narrowly misses when Jackrabbit yanks his head out of the way. Now running off the same idea, but different applications of it, the two men struggle to square their shoulders to one another when they are both standing; and as a result they freeze, unsure of what to do next when met with their opponent staring right at them.

Nick Burst - I'm not alone when I say that you have to be thoroughly impressed by the effort of these two guys tonight. Even The Jackrabbit and Plague have to be impressed with one another.

Bobby Shavonie - There's no time for that, now. This match has been going on for a while now and if you held a gun to my head I wouldn't be able to tell you who has the edge. Someone has to win, and I think we're going to find out soon.

Nick Burst - Well technically these two could wrestle all night; no time limit. But I agree, their bodies are starting to fade; but their determination is not.

Bobby Shavonie - What a way to open up the final OWF Addiction before the Quest For The Best Pay Per View!

Striking first Plague clocks JR with a right hook to the jaw, but The Jackrabbit absorbs the blow and retaliates with a right hook of his own; continuing the stalemate between the two individuals. Lunging forward Plague brings a rising knee strike up into the gut of The Jackrabbit, which doubles his opponent over; allowing Plague to hit a downward elbow upon the base of JR's skull which drops him to a knee. Ready to get back to work Plague locks JR in a front face lock and yanks him up to his feet, only to find his opponent pulling himself free a second later. Before Plague can do anything about it he is met with a left elbow shiv to the side of the face, followed by a right forearm from The Jackrabbit that keeps his opponent dazed on his feet. Going for the kill shot The Jackrabbit twirls around, looking for a spinning back elbow to his opponent's face with his right arm but Plague has enough gas left in the tank to avoid it, ducking just under the elbow of his opponent. When they turn around to face each other, once again, they each nail one another with mirrored standing clothesline attempts; which although are stunning, don't pack enough punch to knock either man down. A desperate Plague goes for a left hook with his arm, but has it blocked by the right forearm of his opponent; and when The Jackrabbit looks for a rebuttal, his right jab is blocked by the left arm of Plague. Going through the same brain function the two men take a step back, then kick their right legs up into the sky; connection with a roundhouse kick at the exact same second as their opponent, sending both superstars collapsing down to the canvas side by side. The audience loves it, standing on their feet to project their voices down to the ring and through the telecast. It's hard to tell who got the better of that exchange for OWF Official Calvin Mills as he stands over both The Jackrabbit and Plague, neither of whom have signified that they want to quit. Instead they both show signs of life by stirring in their own ways; Plague rolling over onto his hands and knees while The Jackrabbit cautiously peels himself up onto his left hip. The struggle to get up on their feet before their opponent begins with Plague maybe a step ahead of The Jackrabbit at this point, when Plague moves off of his hands to remain only on his knees. The Jackrabbit joins him there a second or two later and is already thinking about getting up onto his feet, while Plague is content just being where he is. About ten seconds later The Jackrabbit and Plague find themselves standing, facing one another, but for only a split second. There's no staredown or moment of pause between them as the two begin trading blows, back and forth, with neither competitor giving an inch. It breaks down to Plague and Jackrabbit pummeling one another with repeated forearms to each other's faces, and the fans are absolutely loving it.

Finally it's Plague who manages to get an advantage and immediately latches onto The Jackrabbit, looking for a belly to belly suplex; but he's wasted all of his energy throwing strikes that he cannot budge him. To break himself free from the clutches of his opponent The Jackrabbit dips his head backwards then thrusts it forward upon the bridge of Plague's nose, causing him to lose his clutches around his opponent. As fast as he can The Jackrabbit takes hold of Plague's left arm and tucks it between his opponent's own legs, cinching in a pumphandle hold; from which The Jackrabbit swings his opponent up onto his right shoulder, ready to drive him head-first down into the mat. The attempt at The Lunatic Fringe is thwarted when Plague squirms his way down off of JR's shoulder, landing on his feet directly behind him. Out of pure instinct Plague applies a full-nelson hold on his opponent and squats down a bit, as if he is preparing for a suplex. When he dips down almost into a crouch he unwillingly allows The Jackrabbit plenty of time and ability to yank his arms free; taking a step forward and mule kicking Plague upon his bread basket. Now doubled over in the center of the ring Plague is at his opponent's mercy as without hesitation The Jackrabbit moves in to butterfly Plague's arms behind his back. Just as it looks like he's going to hit a double underhook suplex, Plague spins away up to an upright position with a hold of The Jackrabbit's right arm and tugs him forward into a double knee facebuster; which he calls Infected. The Jackrabbit is completely motionless as he flops over onto his back and Plague wishes he had just a bit more left in him to speed up the process of crawling over his opponent's body in a lateral press; and only then reaching down to hook a leg. The referee slides in, feet-first, and begins the count once he's in position. 1... 2... When The Jackrabbit kicks out the fans go insane, while Plague sits himself up staring at Calvin Mills in disbelief. There's no time for arguing over something that already happened and Plague is well aware of this, so he begins standing himself up; making sure to bring The Jackrabbit upwards with him. It's a bit of a process and wastes precious energy for Plague to do this, but he senses an advantage and looks to capitalize on it. Finally getting his opponent back on his feet Plague takes a second to compose himself, and in those one thousand milliseconds The Jackrabbit bursts forward; taking hold of Plague around his neck with JR's right arm, dipping his head under his opponent's left. Lifting him up and swinging him around Jackrabbit hits the spinning uranage slam he calls The Fatemaker; and right after impact he's already trying to hook onto Plague's legs for a pinfall. As he achieves that goal, forcing his opponent's shoulders down into the mat, Calvin Mills dives in to make his count. 1... 2... Plague kicks out!

Now it's The Jackrabbit who furiously does his best to get up to his feet without the use of his arms, as his hands are placed around either side of Plague's head as he wants his opponent to join him in a standing position. It takes a good deal of effort for him to accomplish this, then suddenly he irish whips Plague towards the nearest side of the ring; assisting in the turn of his opponent, so that he hits with his back and returns to the middle of the ring to JR. Bending over The Jackrabbit is ready to back body drop Plague, but completely telegraphs it; allowing Plague to stop himself short, and tuck JR's head between his legs. Slightly bending himself over Plague wraps both of his arms around The Jackrabbit's waist; but just as he is about to lift him up, The Jackrabbit pulls himself to a standing position. He holds Plague upside down over his back and sits out, driving his opponent's head flat into the mat with the over the back belly to back piledriver. As Plague crumples to the mat The Jackrabbit can only muster up a pinfall by laying his back on his opponent's chest, and weakly hooking one of his legs; with the referee right there to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... and moving on to the Quarterfinal Round of the 2014 Quest For The Best Tournament... The Jackrabbit!

Bobby Shavonie - A great match between these two, but The Jackrabbit was just a bit better tonight!

Only able to get up to his knees after the pinfall The Jackrabbit has his hand raised by the referee, while Plague rolls away towards the side of the ring.

Nick Burst - They both brought everything they had to the table, and it could have gone either way.

Nick Burst - Yeah but that's the name of the game. Plague is eliminated but able to hold his head up high in defeat, and The Jackrabbit moves on to the Quarterfinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament; where he will be facing the winner of there match between Eva De La Cruz and Talon later tonight.

Bobby Shavonie - The level of match quality in the Second Round is absolutely incredible.

Nick Burst - We've spoken about this before, Bobby. In the First Round people could get by on a weak effort. Now you have to be at your best, and also have a bit of luck in order to move on. There's no doubt in my mind that Plague could have taken The Jackrabbit; just not tonight, as Jackrabbit was as perfect as he could have been.

Remaining inside of the ring The Jackrabbit starts to stand himself upright, just as Plague uses the ropes to get up to his knees. He seems reluctant to leave the squared circle, staring at the man who was just his opponent in disbelief.

Bobby Shavonie - And now we only have two more Second Round Matches before our Quarterfinals are set!

Nick Burst - I can't believe that. Things have been moving so fast, by the time the Pay Per View is done with we will be in May already.

Bobby Shavonie - And we will have crowned a 2014 Quest For The Best Tournament winn--

Suddenly "Shout At The Devil" hits the PA System, and the fans boo as they watch the three members of The Movement emerge from backstage.

The camera view alternates between the ring, where Plague and Jackrabbit try to collect themselves after the grueling match, and the trio of Talon, Redemption, and Adam Wilson approaching ringside like lions stalking wounded prey. Talon clearly has a lead pipe in his right hand as the stable confidently approaches the ring while Plague and Jackrabbit try to catch their breath in anticipation for the Movement's intentions.

Nick Burst - No shit, Bobby! These two just put each other through Hell to get the sixth spot in the Quest for the Best show and now this?

The Movement reach ringside and begin to surround the ring. Plague and Jackrabbit look visibly exhausted as they watch the Movement all climb up to different sides of the ring apron.

"Comfortable Liar" begins to play without the usual flashing of the house lights. By the time the guitar riffs hit the speaker, Dynamo is halfway across the entrance ramp, jogging down to ringside.

Nick Burst - Yeah except he spent last week telling us how they didn't need to save each other.

Taking advantage of the attention momentarily shifting towards Dynamo, Talon nimbly slides in under the ropes, lead pipe in hand, behind Jackrabbit and Plague while Redemption and Wilson snap to and slide in from the side. Talon delivers a hard shot of lead pipe to the back of Jackrabbit, then another to Plague. They both get up slowly but purposefully, but the other two members of the Movement jump up and deliver simultaneous dropkicks to the two men. Meanwhile, Dynamo reaches the ring as the Movement continue to stomp on their two enemies. Adam Wilson turns around after hearing a noise behind him. The sound he heard was Dynamo swiftly leaping up onto the ring apron, grabbing the top rope and jumping onto it, then springing off towards him. Wilson goes to catch him but doesn't realize that Dynamo is aiming off to his right. Dynamo extends his left arm and grabs hold of Wilson's neck, using his gravitational momentum to slam Wilson down to the ground with a "flying chokeslam". The crowd pops lightly, forgetting who they're cheering for a moment in the wake of the Movement's attack being potentially thwarted. Once Dynamo gets up, he immediately eats leather as Talon connects with a big boot. Sensing the second piece of the End of Reason, Dynamo rolls away and out of the ring. Redemption and Wilson head outside to take him out, with Redemption catching up to him where Dynamo and he start trading punches while Wilson seeks out a steel chair to get the odds back in their favor.

Bobby Shavonie - This Quest for the Best matchup has turned into an all-out brawl between these six OWF superstars!

Nick Burst - Yeah, and half of them are headed straight for the Quest for the Best pay-per-view, if they don't kill each other tonight!

Meanwhile, Meanwhile, Talon stumbled after losing his balance when his big right leg no longer had Dynamo's head to drop onto, letting his lead pipe clatter to the floor as he recovers. He takes a moment to watch his partners chase after Dynamo, then turns around...and stands face-to-face with Jackrabbit. The crowd pops as the two spend a moment angrily glaring at each other, just inches from one another. Both men move at the same time and begin trading punches to the face. Back and forth they go, but after a few volleys it becomes clear that Talon’s imposing size and Jackrabbit’s fatigue are enough to put this in the PDA Champion’s advantage. Talon finally gets a punch that JR is not able to immediately return. Sensing the opportunity, Talon quickly reaches for the lead pipe on the ground and swings towards Jackrabbit’s face. However, he finds nothing but air as Jackrabbit ducks to a crouching position to evade the shot. Talon's momentum causes him to stumble forward...right into Plague's right foot as he delivers a Vaccine to Talon! The shot drops the big man to the ground, clutching his jaw in pain. Outside the ring, Redemption gets enough of an advantage over Dynamo to grab him and Irish whip him into the steel stairs. Redemption pulls him up and goes for another whip but Dynamo reverses. By now, Wilson, chair in hand, has reached the other two. Seeing Redemption as he gets reverse whipped in the direction of the steel steps, Wilson drops the chair and gets in the way, catching Redemption before he eats the steel. They turn to go back after Dynamo, who rolls into the ring.

When Redemption and Wilson look up, they see their three opponents standing tall, with Talon on one knee, nursing his jaw, and Plague holding the pipe Talon originally brought to the fight. Suddenly, Redemption breaks off from where he's standing and begins to head to the exit.

Talon reaches his feet as all five remaining members of the fight watch Redemption retreat. Talon looks over at his opponents, standing unified - out of self-defense - and waiting for the Movement to attack. Talon looks back at the entrance ramp where Redemption just left, then exits the ring. The crowd boos as the stable concludes the confrontation by slowly retreating away.

Nick Burst - Well, they lost their advantage, and Talon's still got a PDA Title match tonight.

Bobby Shavonie - Oh. Right. Redemption walking out really changed the dynamic of the fight.

"Out of My Head" plays as the Movement members exit to backstage. Jackrabbit turns to face Team Ego, both recent opponents of his, and they exchange a staredown. After a tense moment, Jackrabbit suddenly smiles crazily at them, then exits the ring. Plague and Dynamo exchange weirded-out glances, then start to leave the ring.