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A video package flickers on across the screen, showing the new breed of the OWF. Press on these tannins Of course the law is fountains The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events at Campus Chaos, Funeral of Hearts, and recent Addictions. You're right, I get it Do you want enough? As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.
"Viva Las Vegas" hits, prompting a loud pop from the crowd, as the newly crowned OWF President emerges through the entryway, dressed in a dark grey suit that appears to be made partially of chrome. Dunn - Aw, we don't get an opening. Kissens - That's sad, y'all. The crowd applauds Specter, who soaks up the admiration. Dunn - Well, I'm James Dunn and I am joined by Jackie Kisses for the first of two Addiction's. Kissens - That's right y'all. Back to back. Dunn - And our acting President is here to kick things off. Kissens - Which shows who has the better show to announce, right James? Dunn - Right. Microphone in hand, he wastes no time in addressing the Chi-town crowd. Prez Specter - I'll spare you the "dawn of a new era" shit. CJ's officially out, on a slab, and I'm officially in. What does this mean for the OWF? The usual shit. Number one, I get to book the shows. While Quest for the Best's first round matches are already locked in and I can't justifiably fuck up the brackets, I can turn the heat up starting with the Quarterfinals. The rowdy crowd has their attention firmly placed on President Specter's words and actions. Prez Specter - Once upon a time, Chase Johnson was a man who prided himself on gimmick matches out the wazoo, so in loving memory of the Johnson Chaser, I've got some in mind for the second round of the tournament. First up, there'll be a Top Rope Triumph Match. Pinfalls only count within five seconds of hitting a move from the top rope. As a man who used to be a higher flier, I felt this would be a nice bone to throw you modern daredevils. This gives small guys an excuse to fly like eagles, and big ones the chance to crash like Hindenburgs. Dunn - Specter is going to place all the stipulations on the Quarterfinal Matches. Kissens - He has the right to, y'all. Dunn - I wasn't disputing. Only a small portion of the audience meets Specter's comment with laughter, as the majority look back and forth. Prez Specter - Crack a history book, people. Second is a Platform Match. This one's more poetic. Four Panels Attached to each side of that Squared Circle, extending five feet out from the apron. Other than that, this one gets run as a Normal Match -- with any competitor scoring a pinfall or submission, in the ring or on the platform, winning. Bring cameras, fan boys. That steel platform is usually left with a few dents. Dunn - I love Platform Matches. Specter clears his throat, and begins walking back and forth at the mouth of the ramp atop the stage. Prez Specter - Next up is a Dog Collar Match. This one's got a little too gay bondage for my liking, but Trent said please, so I'm throwing it in. Two men, wearing dog collars, attached by chains and no small amount of homo-eroticism. Otherwise, you've got the tradtional victory conditions. They just get tougher when you can't get more than four feet away from your competition, because of chains connecting you at the neck. He stops right in the middle of the stage, looking out into the ravenous crowd. Prez Specter - Finally, we have the classic Last Man Standing match. Great for building character while shortening careers. Every wrestler should be in at least one. All you've got to do is be standing while your opponent stays down for a ten count. Of course, he probably won't want to do that, so you'll just have to beat the fuck out of him. This time, the crowd responds with a wider mixture of laughter and cheers. Specter loosens his tie and continues. Prez Specter - This is what you have to look forward to, gentlemen. Whoever can earn four wins in this tournament will be crowned Best of 2009 and will get to book their own Addiction card. Which, believe me, is a blast. Quest for the Best 2009 starts tonight and since I'm not in the tournament itself, I thought I'd do something to kick it off with a bang. Specter pauses to lick his lips. Prez Specter - In addition to our stellar card for this double-header Addiction, I'm throwing in a special main event to commemorate my rise to power. In just under a few short hours, in Boston, yours truly will square off against Jesse Williams. The entire arena reacts this time, almost showing overwhelming favoritism, though a few Williams favoring smarks add their boos the mix. Kissens - Oh, Williams is going to be-- Prez Specter - And yes, the OWF World Heavyweight Championship will be on the line. The reaction builds louder, this time each side turning up the volume of their reaction. Dunn - WHAT!? Did I just hear what I think I heard? Kissens - I think you heard what you think you just heard. Dunn - ... I thought so, too. Prez Specter - That's how you kick off a new administration. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a flight to catch. See you in Beantown, Jesse. "Viva Las Vegas" pipes up again, as the Venetian Vandal gives a quick wave and steps towards the entrance way. He suddenly remembers something, and steps back into the spotlight -- speaking over his music. Prez Specter - Oh yeah, and Jesse; if you don't show up -- I will strip you of the OWF World Heavyweight Championship. So, I'd think twice about doing that. Specter turns around again, and hustles to the back to large applause from the crowd. Dunn - My god, I can't believe that match is going to happen. Kissens - Is Jesse even in Boston? Dunn - He had better be. The feed cuts to the announcers table at ringside, with Specter's music just starting to fade out. Kissens - Specter has been in charge since Campus Chaos, and he's already laying down the law y'all. Dunn - He made all of the stipulations for the Quest For The Best Quarterfinals, and he has made the first World Championship Match on Addiction since June. Kissens - I can't wait to see what else he has in store for us. Dunn - Well, if all goes to plan -- he has an idea to gain all the power this federation has to offer. Kissens - What an accomplishment it would be to dethrone Jesse just two weeks after winning the Presidency. Dunn - Don't you think that puts a damper on his plan? Kissens - What's that, y'all? Dunn - The fact that he's the man with the pen in his hand, pressed against the paper? Kissens - Jesse is a jerk! He's screwed enough people. Missy Janson is seen standing up from the time keepers table next to the announcers booth, with a microphone in her hand. The cameras pan to follow her progress towards the ring. Dunn - I suppose you're right. Kissens - But let's not lose focus here. Dunn - You're right, Jackie. This is going to be a short night, but it's still one of the more important Addiction's we have had. Kissens - We need to have the first two qualifying matches shine. Dunn - And we need to have either of the two men in the preparation match earn themselves a spot. She ascends the steel ring steps and walks onto the apron -- stepping into the ring as she parts the ropes. Kissens - Well we are about to find out what they have to offer. Dunn - Good. So let's send it to Missy for the introductions. Missy Janson moves to the center of the ring and turns to face the hard camera. She looks out into the crowd, waiting for them to quiet down as she lifts the microphone up to her lips. Missy Janson - Hello Chicago -- And WELCOME TO MONDAY ADDICTION! The already rowdy crowd explodes as they stand to their feet. Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of the evening, and it is a Preparation Match for the Quest For The Best Tournament. As long as Missy looks out into the sold out crowd. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan... Akira Kanemura! PA System - If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son...I got 99 Problems and Bitch ain't one!! "99 Problems" by Jay-Z hits the speakers, which will always send the fans to their feet. Slowly through the curtains, Akira Kanemura appears with a stern look upon his face. The fans remain mostly emotionless as the newcomer to both the OWF and the USA trots down the ramp. Upon his face is a wide smirk, taking in all of his surroundings. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, quickly pacing towards his corner. He leans his back up against the turnbuckle and removes his dogtag chain, laying it on the mat. His music begins to fade, so Akira begins to stretch his legs out to prepare for his match. Dunn - Akira always pulls out these big wins. Kissens - He's gotten himself a firm stance in the OWF roster. Dunn - Now he just have to live up to the hype he gets. Missy turns her attention back to the camera, and begins to speak again. Missy Janson - And his opponent, making his OWF Debut... From Oceanside, California... Joseph Mason! The crowd calms down a bit after the undoubtedly over-extravagant and hyper-indulgent entrance that just ceased. Gradually, the lights drop out, and over the loudspeakers, a woman with a raspy voice utters... PA System - Escucha, la ciudad respirando... The audience calms down to a mixture of indifference and a smattering of boos fills the arena as "Respiration" by Blackstar kicks up over the PA system and Joseph Mason appears at the fighters' entrance. With a robe draped over his shoulders and covering his head, Mason walks down to the ring with a serial killer's stare on his face. Dunn - I don't know much about this guy. Kissens - Wouldn't expect you to, y'all. Only been a wrestler for a year. Dunn - Wow, so Akira actually has more experience than an opponent for once. Mason slides into the ring and pulls himself up to his feet in his corner -- staring across the ring at his opponent as Missy heads off towards the ropes. Kissens - I suppose so. We'll see how much that helps him. Once Missy exits the ring, the referee calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Akira Kanemura slowly circles the ring, with Joseph Mason raising his hands in front of his face. The two men feel one another out, keeping a wide distance between them. They round the ring, drawing closer and closer towards each other -- both keeping their arms up, prepared to strike. Dunn - Neither of these two know what to expect from the other. Kissens - From what it says here, and his appearance -- I'd say Mason is more of a fighter than a wrestler. Dunn - Akira can strike with the best of them, if he chooses to take that path. With the distance now closed, Mason swings his left leg at Akira and narrowily misses nailing him in the knee. The momentum from the missed kick spins him around, but he is able to lock Kanemura in his sights almost immediately after the turn. As he does, he ducks out of the way of a wide roundhouse kick from the right foot of Akira who nearly stumbles down to the mat from the amount of force he put into the kick. He has his back to Mason, who approaches and grabs Kanemura from behind in a reverse waist lock. He grabs Mason at his wrists and starts pulling his hands apart -- eventually spinning himself away from Joseph. Dunn - So far they seem pretty evenly matched. As he turns around to face Mason, Akira suddenly breaks off into a sprint and brings his right knee into the air, sending it towards Mason's face. He side steps the leaping Akira and waits for him to hit the mat before swinging a left shin kick across the small of his back. An infuriated Akira stands up to his feet and kicks his right leg off the mat -- crushing his shinbone on the left thigh of Mason. Kanemura follows up by leaping into the air and spinning himself to drive his right foot to Joseph's stomach -- doubling him over with the spinning back kick. Akira looks to his right and takes off towards the ropes, turning to bounce off of them back-first and heading back at Mason. He extends his right foot and nails a yakuza kick flush across the left side of Mason's face, bringing him down to a knee. Kissens - Akira just crushed Mason's face with his boot! Dunn - That's not something Joseph Mason is going to be able to forget. Akira pauses to catch his breath, but Mason springs into action. He grabs Akira around his thighs and lifts him over his shoulder as he stands to his feet. He flips over and drives Kanemura down to his back, and crawls over his legs -- passing Akira's non-existant guard. A quick palm strike to the jaw slams the back of Akira's head against the mat, while Mason isolates his right arm. He tries to lock in a key lock, and is able to apply a bit of pressure -- but Kanemura's free arm is too close to the ropes. He grabs the bottom rope and the referee calls for a break. Mason rises up to his feet and backs off to his corner, waiting for Akira to return to his feet. Kissens - Akira got lucky there. Any further from the ropes and this one may have been over. Dunn - You never know, he's small enough to escape from a whole bunch of different holds and moves. Kissens - I don't know about that James. Akira does so, shaking his right arm to regain feeling in it. Joseph hops back and forth from his right foot to his left, anticipating another lock-up with Akira. Akira charges in, but Mason takes him down into a guillotine choke. It takes mere seconds before Akira taps out, with the referee calling for the bell. Dunn - It's over? Missy Janson - The winner of this match... Joseph Mason! Kissens - Pretty impressive, y'all. Dunn - He made pretty short work of Akira. Kissens - He's definitely going to attract some attention from the bigger names in the Tournament. Dunn - For one, EJ Slayer should take notice. The referee holds up Mason's hand before he departs the ring. Kissens - He's smart. He's probably got him well scouted. Dunn - I guess we'll find out next week. The feed cuts backstage, where Specter is in his new office as President. It's a tacky office, clearly makeshift and not organized. There is a huge photo of Specter on the wall. As the new president is looking over the scattered paperwork on the desk, JC barges in, letting the door shut loudly behind him. Prez Specter - Is this about your health insurance? JC moves over to a chair and sits down, putting his feet up on the desk. Specter coughs, and JC rolls his eyes and removes them. Specter turns himself away from his duffle bag, Prez Specter - If not, can we make this quick? I have somewhere to be. JC - Don't worry, I'm heading to the same place. JC smiles. JC - You're a pretty sneaky guy, Specter. I had this job all wrapped up...and then you swooped in and stole it. Prez Specter - But why hold that against me? There's no reason this new administration can't work for you. JC - I'm not holding that against you, actually. I'm a little relieved that I don't have to run this place. I never actually wanted the position, I just wanted to make sure someone competent was running OWF. Johnson was not that man. Prez Specter - As opposed to speaking ill of my predecessor, I'll just say things are going to be different from now on. JC - Apparently. Johnson wouldn't book himself against the champ his first show. Prez Specter - Johnson wasn't a wrestler. He was a suit. JC - Of course. But I would think there are more, deserving opponents to go against Williams out there. People who should be rewarded for making certain administrative positions available. Prez Specter - I'm still working out this booking thing. Call me old-fashioned, but heel on heel matches don't strike me as the best way to bump up revenue. JC - Oh yeah, I forgot. The fans love you now. I'm not going to say it's not deserved, but only because they haven't grasped the enormity of my work yet. Prez Specter - Tell me about it. I spent years doing awesome shit that went over their fucking heads. Wish I'd known ten years ago that all those fuckers want you to do is spout a catch phrase, praise the home team, and not call them inbred. Is that camera on? JC - Just don't pander to them. They're smarter than that. I'll be honest. The only reason I'm in here is to wish you luck. JC offers his hand as a show of respect. Specter opts to ignore it. Prez Specter - How classy. I appreciate it. Things work out, we might see a Specter versus JC headliner before long. JC pulls his hand back and smirks. JC - If things work out, Specter, you won't ever have to face me in the ring. Just do a better job than your predecessor. The feed cuts away from backstage, and back to the announcers booth at ringside. Dunn - If I was Specter, I'd give JC whatever he wants. Kissens - No! That's not a good solution! Dunn - Do you want Specter to end up like CJ and Greg? Kissens - ... No. Dunn - So, then appeasement is the way to g- Without any warning, the fans begin booing loudly. The camera cuts to the stage, where a very haggard looking Jesse Williams staggers through the curtains to no music. His hair is pulled back behind his ears and secured there by the frames of a pair of black Chanel sunglasses that cover his eyes. As he steps out into the bright white spotlight, both the OWF Championship and the NLW Championship shine brightly- with the NLW Title hung over his right shoulder, and the OWF Title strapped around his waist. Dunn - Looks like we're being joined by the OWF and NLW World Champion. Kissens - Who has been chopped down to size by President Specter's announcement. Dunn - Certainly a damper has been put on his night. Williams ignores the fans, staggering step by step down the ramp towards the ring. He reaches ringside and instead of sliding under the bottom ropes, he rounds the ring and heads towards the announcers booth. Kissens - What's wrong with him, y'all? Dunn - I don't know, he doesn't look like himself. Kissens - Maybe we can ask him. Jesse approaches Missy Janson and grabs the microphone laying in front of her with his right han, before turning away from the time keepers table and heading towards the steel steps. He takes his time stepping up each level of the ringsteps, eventually getting up onto the ring apron on the outside. Jesse steps through the ropes, nearly trips over his own feet, and leans up against the ropes he just stepped through. Jesse Williams - This was supposed to be a night of celebration, and a night where I got to do whatever I wanted. Williams pauses, glancing out to the crowd who responds by booing him loudly. Jesse Williams - So, I celebrated. I came to Chicago, and I met up with some old friends. Had a drink, which turned into two- and eventually led me to six. I show up to the Arena, sporting a slur and a stagger that comes only with being as tipsy as I was, anticipating further celebration. Williams spits a wad of saliva to the concrete floor outside of the ring. Jesse Williams - I usually don't allow myself to boast so publicly, but this was different. But now, instead of arriving to the Arena and taking a well deserved rest- I find out that I am to leave for Boston to defend my title against President Specter. The sold-out Arena breaks into a loud scream of chants and cheers as they are reminded of Prez Specter's earlier announcement. Jesse Williams - And as I speak to you right now, he's probably boarding a jet and getting himself ready for the fight of his life. And what am I left to do? Not come out here and talk about how proud I am to walk out of Campus Chaos as both the OWF and NLW World Heavyweight Champion. Instead I'm forced to sober up, and defend. The fans start chanting "Get some coffee!" to Jesse, who lowers the microphone and starts jawing with a fan at ringside. The crowd only gets louder as Williams grows more and more furious. He pulls away from the ropes and walks to the otherside of the ring, choosing to avoid getting himself into any trouble. Jesse Williams - If I don't show up, I vacate the OWF World Title two weeks and a day short of holding it for a full-year. I do show up, I go against the Boss- and at the very least coming out of the match much worse for the wear. Jesse pauses, lifting his head to look into the camera for a moment. Jesse Williams - So, what's a true Champion to do? Unfortunately, defend the belt in Boston. The fans explode at the top of their lungs. Dunn - Wait a second, that means...World Title Match on the Next Addiction? Kissens - We got the crappy telecast, y'all. Jesse Williams - Shut the hell up you pricks. It's not my fucking choice, and if it was you can be sure I'd be sitting in the back right now. I'm not doing this for you, for the federation or for any reason except for those held selfishly close to me. The emotions of the fans turn, as they now boo Williams with everything they have as he paces around the ring. He finally comes to a stop, looking up into the highest seating in the Arena. Jesse Williams - On the brightside, I get out of Chicago and when I go to Boston I'll be in a City of Champions. A slew of boo's and profanity is screamed at Jesse, who brushes it off as nothing. He lifts his hand to speak into the microphone again, but pauses to take in the large amount of boos being sent his way. He shakes his head and drops the microphone to the canvas- disgusted with the fans. Jesse heads off towards the side of the ring facing the stage, and slowly exits through the middle and top ropes. He hops down to the concrete floor, hearing it from the fans lining the aisle again. Kissens - That's unbelievable. Jesse is going to face Specter in just a few hours! Dunn - He's totally going to have to pull the trigger before he boards the plane. Kissens - Pull the trigger? Jesse wouldn't commit suicide y'all. Dunn - No -- I mean jam a finger down his throat so he pukes up his alcohol. If he's even a bit drunk, they won't let him fly. Williams walks up the ramp very slowly with his head hung down towards his chest. He eventually reaches the top of the stage and steps through the curtains, leaving the rabid Arena behind him. Kissens - I didn't even think about that. If he doesn't show, he's going to have to Vacate the belt. Dunn - I don't think this is what Jesse had planned for his final two weeks as Champion. The feed cuts away from the stage and focuses in on Missy Janson, who pulls herself to her feet from the time keepers table. She looks to the ring and keeps her eyes on the microphone that Jesse left behind as she heads off towards the nearest set of steel ring steps. Kissens - Nor what anyone had planned for this Doubleheader. Dunn - And to think, we're only one match in. She ascends them quickly and ducks through the ropes as she enters the ring. Kissens - Well, we're about to have our second match of the evening y'all. Dunn - And for that, let's send it to Missy. Missy Janson reaches the microphone and bends down to pick it up with her right hand. Once in her clutches she positions herself in the middle of the ring, facing the live camera. Missy Janson - The next matchup is a First Round Match in the 2009 Quest For The Best Tournament! The fans again all rise to their feet, looking towards the ring as Missy pauses to take in their cheers. Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one-fall under Normal Rules -- with no Time Limit. Winner of the match moves on to the Quarterfinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament. Missy clears her throat, immediately breaking off into the rest of announcements. Missy Janson - Making his way to the ring first, from San Antonio, Texas... Here is Thunder! The camera fades into a scene of the crowd going wild. All of a sudden the lights dim down as a Lightning bolt hits the stage with tremendous force. Lighting up half the arena. As it fades smoke takes over the ramp. The lights go from pitch black to flashing red, and blue lights. PA System - AMERICA!!! WE LOVE YOU!! As the smoke begins to clear you see a shadowy figure appear. Thunder walks out from behind the clouds and raises his hand in the air. He continues down the ramp sneering at the fans. Reaching the end of the ramp rolls into the ring and stands up. Dunn - Now this big man gets a real test. Kissens - He has proven himself to be a worthy challenger in his first few matches. Dunn - Yeah, but now he gets to measure himself up against a Former OWF Champion. Thunder's music fades out, with Missy lifting the microphone back up to her lips to continue her introductions. Missy Janson - And his opponent... From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Plague! The arena goes still as the lights go black and a spot light shines on the entrance ramp. It reveals a man standing alone a guitar slung in front of him, wearing a black leather trenchcoat. PLAGUE STANDS ALONE! The figure turns around and slides the pick up the guitar string, creating a loud screech of feedback throughout the arena. 1, 2, 3, 4! AWWWWHHHHA FUCKIN HOSTILE!! The pyros flash behind Plague, creating a wall of sparks and smoke. He begins his way down to the ring, sliding the guitar behind him. The words the PLAGUE HAS STRUCK appear individually on the jumbotron behind him. Almost every day, I see the same face He stops halfway down to the ring and smiles at the crowd, before pulling his shades off and sprinting forward leaping up onto the apron and turns back towards the entrance and jumbotron. It now shows Plague's greatest feats in OWF, ASW and other feds. To see, to bleed, cannot be taught He walks along the apron and climbs onto the right turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd, before stretching his arms out, holding his guitar in his left hand and his right balled into a fist. The truth in right and wrong Plague seamless leaps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the a corner of the ring awaiting the bell as his music fades away into the last chorus. To see, to bleed, cannot be taught Dunn - Plague is coming off a pretty successful Campus Chaos. Kissens - He got to turn on Spaz -- so I'd say he's fine with it, y'all. Missy lowers the microphone and heads for the side of the ring closest to the announcers table. Dunn - You don't have to say y'all. I'm the only one here. Kissens - It's a habit, y'all. Once Missy Janson returns to her seat on the outside, the referee signals for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Plague immediately rushes off across the ring, leaping into the air and taking Thunder down with a cross body block. Plague mounts Thunder after he hits the mat, and starts laying a fury of fist's right to his face. There isn't much Thunder can do at first except attempt to cover his head -- and try to deflect Plague's strikes. It proves to be no use as Plague remains focused on the task at hand, doing his best to pummel away at the face of Thunder. Finally he's able to pull himself out from under Plague by shoving him to the mat, but Plague quickly rolls back up to his feet -- meeting Thunder with a stiff toe kick to the abdomen that doubles him over. He wraps his right arm around Thunder's neck, locking him in a front face lock for a brief second -- but Thunder is able to swing himself out of the grasp of Plague. He spins himself around behind Plague's back and grabs him around his waist. He lifts Plague off of the mat and tosses him over his head -- dropping Plague onto the back of his neck with a high-angle Backdrop Suplex. Dunn - That could have been the end of the match right there. Kissens - I doubt it. Dunn - Yeah, but Plague is still pretty beaten up from Campus Chaos. Kissens - That's true, y'all. Dunn - Stop saying "y'all". It's only me and you. Kissens - Sorry, y'all. Thunder casually rolls onto his left hip and uses his left hand to guide himself back to his feet. Plague, on the other hand, has both of his hands clasped around the back of his head -- rolling away from Thunder for the time being. Plague is unable to evade a vicious stomp that Thunder kicks down across his back, sending shockwaves of pain up and down his spine. Plague continues to roll until he reaches the ropes, where he lifts and hooks his left arm over the middle rope as he starts lifting himself back to his feet. His progress is sped-up by Thunder who grasps Plague on either side of his head and slowly lifts him upwards off the mat. Kissens - Strength and size seems to be the way to secure an advantage in this match. Dunn - We'll see. Plague can turn this thing around on a dime. As Plague is lifted back to his feet he throws his right elbow behind him and catches Thunder in the stomach, breaking his hold on Plague's head. Once free, he springboards up to the middle rope and leaps back towards his opponent -- spinning around and grabbing Thunder around his neck in a front face lock while in mid-air. Plague swings himself around and lays out to his back -- driving Thunder's head to the mat with a Tornado DDT. The fans let out a loud cheer as Thunder holds the top of his head, with Plague immediately rolling over and trying to get back to his knees. Dunn - See what I mean? He does so with little effort, and rises back to his feet with his eyes still set on Thunder -- who is beginning to pull himself up to his hands and knees. Plague starts to approach Thunder as he pulls himself up to one-knee, which proves to be a big mistake. Thunder lunges out of his kneeling position and brings his extended right arm across the throat of Plague at his bicep. He crashes to the mat with extreme force, completely taken by surprise from the lariat. Thunder nearly loses his balance from all of the strength he had wound up into his right arm, but remains on his feet. Plague coughs violently as he rolls away, and to the left, from Thunder. He follows Plague's movements very closely, bending down and grabbing him around his right arm with both of his hands. He yanks Plague up to his feet, only to hoist him up over his shoulders in a standing firemans carry. Kissens - Plague is in big trouble here. Dunn - There's only one way off of Thunder's shoulders -- and that's straight down. Thunder spins around in circles, completing two full turns to his right before releasing the legs of Plague and sitting out -- dropping him to the mat face-and-chest first with a TKO. He immediately rolls his opponent over onto his back, laying across Plague's chest while the referee slides in and makes the count. 1... 2... Plague throws his right shoulder up, kicking out of the pinfall attempt. Dunn - Plague kicks out at two. Thunder rolls off of Plague's chest and makes sure to grap a firm hold of his opponent around his arm as he stands up. He again drags Plague up towards his feet. He is able to slip free and duck behind Thunder, shoving him from behind to put some distance between the two. The much larger man is only pushed a few steps forward, and spins himself around in a rage -- running back at Plague. Kissens - That was a-- Suddenly, Plague throws his right foot up and connects with Thunder's jaw -- laying him out with a Superkick. He collapses across Thunder in a lateral press. Dunn - Vaccine Superkick! Kissens - I was going to say a mistake, but obviously not y'all. The referee dives in and makes the count. 1... 2... 3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and moving on to the Quarterfinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament... Plague! Dunn - Plague picks up a victory in the first match of the tournament. Kissens - Thunder put up a fight, but in the end he just wasn't able to match wits with Plague. Dunn - Never thought I'd hear someone say that and actually agree with them. The referee raises Plagues hand in the middle of the ring, with the fans applauding his effort. Dunn - Now he gets to go on to the Quarterfinals. Kissens - Where he's going to participate in a Top Rope Triumph Match against either Vernon Somoza or The Avenger. He pulls his hand away and walks towards the set of ropes nearest to the announcers booth. Plague calls for a microphone, and Missy Janson slowly walks hers towards the ring. Dunn - Looks like he has something to say about it. She hands the microphone to Plague through the ropes. Plague - Its come to my attention that there is a select group of people out there that have certain plans for this federation...and it is also come to my attention that these people care about my opinion on these matters. Plague stops talking, as the anticipation builds in the arena like a powder keg. Plague - Well, I came out here to make those opinions known. I may not agree with every single step that has been taken to make this federation a better place...and trust me...I don't. Plague looks out towards the arena, and the thousands of crowds...the cameras flashing in his direction. Plague - However...I'm willing to forget about all of that. I have sacrificed alot for this company...too much to let a few people ruin it. I have given too much to let no talent hacks like Spaz attack me, and then to have nothing happen to him. Even a champion like Jesse Williams needs to know his boundaries. I've been stitched. I've lost blood. My career has nearly ended...twice. I've had my ass kicked from that pole to that pole... He gestures briefly with his hands, listening to the growing cheers of the crowd. Plague - I did it all for this company that I love. So I asked myself...how could I do that, and then try to stay out of the fight that's building? How could I choose to sit on the sidelines...while others make decisions for the company that I love? The truth is...I found that I couldn't. Well...maybe I could...but I refused to. I refuse to watch this company spiral downwards for another second. So the time came to make a choice... Plague grins out at the crowd, and begins to pace around the ring. Plague - I could either be a part of the one, or a part of the many...to quote my old friend Angel and all of you that know me and have followed my career know...that when there's controversy brewing, I'm never far from the epicenter. All of that aside...I have plans of my own for this company after Quest for the Best...and for those to happen in their truest form...I need backing. Plague stares upwards at the lights, taking a moment's pause...allowing the crowd to stew for a moment in their own juices. Plague - Most may not like the choice I've made. Some would say it would go against everything I have ever stood for. But this is Civil War boys and girls...and sides most be chosen. So here I am, in front of all of you, picking a side. Plague pauses again...the ceiling almost blows its lid. People are growing restless...even those that didn't care were listening. Plague - The time for considering consequences is gone. The time for actions based on opinions has never been my style. This time I went for stability as opposed to chaos. Tonight...I'm throwing my cards in with the Rogues. A mixed reaction ripples through the crowd, torn by their hatred of JC and their love of Trent Steel and Dude Job. Fuckin' Hostile hits the speakers, as Plague lifts his arms to the crowd, dropping the mic and jumping the ropes and landing neatly on the ground below before heading up the ramp. Kissens - I'm at a loss for words here. The feed cuts back to the announcers booth. Dunn - So, The Rogues went from almost dead -- to stronger than ever. Kissens - The scary part is, we could have four Rogue Members in the Quarterfinals of the Tournament, y'all. Dunn - I'm sure they are aware of that as well. Kissens - With the amount of destruction they have brought, I wouldn't say anyone is safe. Dunn - It's four of the most talented competitors the OWF has to offer, grouped together against what they deem needs to be cleansed. Kissens - Let's just pray we aren't next. Dunn - We aren't -- but our Main Event of the Evening is! Kissens - Really? Dunn - Yep, right after this quick break!
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The feed opens to show Missy Janson standing in the middle of the ring. She holds a microphone in her right hand, looking out into the crowd and waiting for them to quiet down. Once they do, she lifts the microphone to her mouth and begins the introductions. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening! A large roar comes from throughout the arena -- from the nosebleeds all the way to the first row. Missy shuffles her feet and looks directly into the live camera, continuing her introductions. Missy Janson - It is under Normal Rules and is scheduled for a one-fall -- with No Time Limit. Winner of the match moves on to the Quarterfinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament. Missy pauses to catch her breath. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Love Valley, North Carolina... Dude JoB! "Scream" by Billy Idol starts to play as tye dye smoke shoots up from the entrance way as Dude JoB emerges from the smoke. His eyes focused but his mouth keeping a psychotic smirk on it. The fans boo or cheer for him, and he does care but he doesn't show it. He gets halfway down the rampway before he produces a tye dye bandana and wraps it around his head to keep the hair out of his eyes. He then walks down to the ring and leaps in, he poses for the crowd for a moment before signaling to the referee that he is ready to begin. Kissens - If Dude JoB can advance here, we will witness the Rogues getting stronger right in front of our eyes. Dunn - Well he has a large task in front of him facing the Carribean Champion. DJ's music fades out as he retreats to his corner. Missy continues on with her introductions. Missy Janson - And his opponent... From Los Angeles, California... He is the reigning OWF Caribbean Champion... Ray Lopes! Nigga your past don’t excite me "Step Back" by Brisco & Joe Budden blasts over the PA system as the fans all rise to their feet and begin booing Ray Lopes as he makes his way down to the ring. He gives little attention to the fans along the way, keeping his OWF Caribbean Championship held over his right shoulder. Lopes makes it to ringside and then slides inside the ring under the bottom rope. Kissens - Our new Caribbean Champion seems as confident as ever. Dunn - He better watch his back. Porta has a rematch clause. He hands his belt to the referee, who in turn hands it to Missy on her way out of the ring. She steps out and hops to the floor, heading back towards the time keepers table. Kissens - He better watch his front -- if he's not careful DJ will breeze right through him, y'all. Dunn - I suppose you're right. As she takes her seat, the referee calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Ray Lopes slowly walks out of his corner and approaches the center of the ring, with Dude JoB watching him very cautiously. Lopes closes the distance between the two men, who both raise their arms looking to lock up. Instead, Dude JoB brings a right hook across Ray's face -- stunning him momentarily. DJ pulls Lopes in towards him with a side headlock tightly applied around Ray's neck. He wrenches away, trying to weaken Ray down but it seems to have a minimal impact. Lopes pulls his right arm forward, then jerks it backward to drive the point of his elbow into Dude JoB's abdomen. He releases the hold and Ray pulls his right arm around to DJ's back and shoves him forward. Dude JoB stumbles towards the ropes and bounces off of them chest first. He backpeddles towards the center of the ring, with Ray standing in wait. He swoops to the right side of DJ and tucks his head under Dude JoB's right arm. Lopes wraps both of his arms around DJ's midsection, clasping his hands and throwing Dude JoB over his head. Dude JoB backflips out of the Backdrop Suplex attempt, and lands on his feet behind Lopes -- quickly jumping into the air and dropkicking Ray in the back of the head. Dunn - Nice counter by Dude JoB. Kissens - You can tell Lopes is still having a bit of lag from Campus Chaos. Dunn - Dude JoB didn't have a walk in the park, either. Lopes stumbles down to a knee, quickly pulling himself up to his feet where he is struck with a shin kick from Dude JoB to his right thigh. Ray staggers to his left, trying to avoid another kick -- but it too finds it's mark on Ray's right thigh. The kick drops him back down to that knee, allowing DJ to close the distance even further -- which he does by breaking into a short sprint. He sits out and lays a seated clothesline to Lopes, laying him out flat to his back. Dude JoB takes a second to collect himself before standing and admiring his work. He then holds out his right arm, bent at the elbow, and falls down to the canvas -- dropping the point of his elbow into the sternum of Lopes. He keeps himself laying across Ray's chest and starts pounding away at his forehead. Kissens - Dude JoB has kept the pressure on Lopes so far. Dunn - That's what you like to see out of a competitor. Kissens - Yeah, too many people gain an advantage and then let up y'all. Dunn - That's not to say Lopes can't fight back, but it looks like DJ is dictating the pace. Ray is able to slide his hands inbetween his and DJ's bodies and pry them apart. Dude JoB is able to get two more closed fists in on Lopes before the two men are separated, with DJ lifting himself straight back to his feet. Lopes rolls to his left side briefly and bounces back to his feet as well, with both he and Dude JoB freezing as they see one another. The pause the two men share lasts only a second as they immediately bound towards one another -- locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Lopes immediately transitions the tie-up into a hammerlock as he grabs a hold of DJ's left arm and spins around behind his back -- locking on a hammerlock. DJ is able to reverse the hold, and now wraps Ray's right arm around behind his back in a hammerlock as well. Dunn - Lopes looked like he was going to get a bit of offense in there. Lopes is prepared and reaches up with his left arm, grabbing DJ around his head and throwing him forward over his shoulder with a snapmare takedown. As Dude JoB sits on the mat in front of Ray he glances back over his shoulder to try to find Lopes' whereabouts. He doesn't have time to move out of the way as Lopes steps forward and kicks DJ flush across his spine. Kissens - There's that offense you were looking for, y'all. The impact jerks DJ up to his knees, habitually trying to walk off the kick as he jumps to his feet and hobbles around the ring. Ray follows right behind him, laying a clubbing right forearm down across Dude JoB's shoulder blades and staggering him forward on his already weakened legs. Dunn - There's more! Kissens - Ray has some crushing power in that upper body of his. Dunn - He doesn't have to exert much force to hurt you -- lets put it that way. Lopes approaches DJ and pushes him back-first against the nearest set of ropes -- hitting a second clubbing forearm, except this time right across Dude JoB's chest. Ray grabs a hold of DJ's right arm with his left hand and throws him off of the ropes. DJ is irish whipped across the ring, forcing him into a full-on sprint towards the opposite side of the ring. He turns and bounces off of the ropes back-first and hooks both of his arms over the top rope -- stopping himself from being propelled back towards the center of the ring. Kissens - Dude JoB grabbed a hold of those ropes to stop himself from running into inevitable pain. Dunn - He's no ring-rat. He's been around for a lot longer than Lopes. Ray charges once DJ haults his movements, with his right arm tucked back behind his ear -- ready to strike. As he reaches Dude JoB, he bends down and dips his shoulder into Ray Lopes' abdomen. He flips him over his head, sending Ray over the top rope and headed towards the floor. He crashes upon his right side to the concrete floor, with the fans at ringside all standing up to get a good look at Ray. Kissens - Lopes just flew about twelve feet into the air, straight down to concrete. Dunn - Those protective mats don't provide any padding what-so-ever. Ray is in a world of hurt, and trouble. Back in the ring, Dude JoB keeps his left arm hooked on the top rope while dropping to his right knee. With his right hand he rubs his chest while taking deep breaths, looking outside of the ring to watch Lopes writhe in pain on the floor. The fans applaud DJ as he uses his left arm to bring himself back to his feet with help from the ropes. He turns himself and faces the outside of the ring while the referee begins to count Lopes out. 1... 2... 3... Lopes pulls himself up to his knees, while Dude JoB grabs the top rope with both of his hands. 4... 5... Ray returns to his feet, only to see DJ slingshot himself over the top rope -- and come flying down at him. Dude JoB crashes down on top of Ray Lopes with a suicide plancha that brings the entire crowd to their feet while the referee is forced to restart his count. Kissens - Dude JoB is relentless tonight! Dunn - He just wiped out Lopes with that high risk maneuver. Kissens - Himself, too. 1... 2... Dude JoB is able to drag himself off of Lopes, and begins picking himself up to his feet. 3... 4... He reaches back down to the floor and grabs Ray on either side of his face, and drags him back to his feet as well. 5... 6... Dude JoB rolls Ray Lopes onto the ring apron and pushes him into the ring under the bottom rope. He slides in right after, immediately picking himself up to his feet and locking in a standing arm bar on Lopes' right arm. The referee steps in to check on Lopes, who refuses to give up. He starts pushing himself up, with Dude JoB keeping a high level of pressure on Ray's arm as he rises. Dunn - Dude JoB is really working that arm. Kissens - He's losing his grip, though. Ray walks himself in a circle around Dude JoB as he gets back up to his feet. He keeps walking until he is able to twirl the arm of Dude JoB around at the wrist -- reversing the hold into an arm wrench of his own. Ray brings his left elbow down across the extended left arm of DJ multiple times before grabbing him in a reverse waist lock. DJ is able to spin out of it, but is caught with a forearm from Lopes who nails Dude JoB right across the mouth. Kissens - He almost got away from him. Dunn - Just a second too late on avoiding that strike from Lopes. Kissens - And that may just sway the tide of this match. Ray tucks DJ's head under his right arm into a front face lock, but Dude JoB rolls out of it and keeps a hold of Ray's right wrist. He yanks Lopes towards him, looking for a short armed clothesline that Ray ducks. Lopes leaps up behind DJ and grabs his head from behind -- laying out to execute a falling neckbreaker. Both men lay on their backs, head-to-head, for a moment before Lopes rolls his upper body upwards. He sits on the mat with his back to Dude JoB who is rolling over onto his right side and beginning to push himself off the mat. Ray looks over his shoulder to eye-up DJ before pushing himself all the way to his feet. He stands over Dude JoB as he struggles to get up to his feet. Ray aides him by grabbing two handfuls of his hair and yanking him straight up onto his feet right in front of him. Lopes scoops DJ up at the thighs and spins around to drive him back-first to the canvas with a spinning spinebuster. Dunn - Perfectly executed move on Dude JoB. Kissens - This could be it! Ray grabs DJ's right leg and hooks it while rolling over his chest. The referee slides in and begins the count. 1... 2... Dude JoB gets his right shoulder up just before the three-count. Lopes grabs that right arm of DJ and tucks it between his legs -- locking him in a Crippler Crossface. Dunn - Oh shit. Kissens - DJ is in trouble now. Dunn - Lopes is cranking that hold. Dude JoB kicks his legs and tries to free himself, but there is nowhere for him to go. Lopes keeps wrenching the hold back, with the referee checking on DJ. His face starts to turn blue, and Lopes keeps arching his body back further and further. Kissens - Ugh, stop it already. Eventually, Dude JoB falls lifeless and the referee calls for the bell. Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and moving on to the Quarterfinal Round... Ray Lopes! Dunn - Lopes just crippled DJ. Kissens - That's in poor taste. Lopes has his OWF Caribbean Championship handed to him, and has his hand raised in the middle of the ring. Dunn - Well, Ray gets to go to the Quarterfinals as well. Kissens - One less Rogue to worry about, y'all. Dunn - That's what I say. Kissens - Well, looks like our time has run out here. Lopes exits the ring to a chorus of boo's. Dunn - But don't fret, we have another Two Hours of OWF Action on Part Two of our Doubleheader Addiction! Kissens - And with that, we send you to Boston for three more First Round Matches in the Quest For The Best Tournament. Dunn - And a World Title Defense! Kissens - Enjoy the show! The telecast fades to the OWF logo, then to black.
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