The camera is on hand to witness the arrival of JC as he enters the Izod Center earlier today, a determined look on his face. As he rounds a corner to head towards his locker room, a voice comes from behind him to stop him dead in his tracks.

??? - Hey, JC.

The Tears Tag Champion turns, right hand ready to deck whoever it was who interrupted him, only to find his opponent this evening standing fifteen feet away from him. It is The Phoenix who makes the first move, closing the distance between the two.

The Phoenix - Just wanted to let you know, man to man...hold nothing back tonight. My neck is my concern, and mine alone. You do what you feel you need to do in order to win...just like I will be doing. After all, neither of us can claim to be the best if the other did not give their all inside the squared circle. Agreed?

At this, Phoenix sticks his right hand out in the time-honored gesture of a handshake, his gaze never leaving that of JC. JC takes the hand of Phoenix and smirks.

JC - That's not something you want to say to me.

Phoenix responds with a smirk of his own.

The Phoenix - I know exactly what I'm saying. I've done my homework; have been ever since coming over here. I know the risk I'm taking by holding to my word. But I wouldn't know any other way. You bring your best, I'll bring mine...and we'll give these New Jersey fans something they will be telling their grandchildren about someday.

JC - If this turns out to be your last match, then I'm sure they will. I never said anything about not bringing my best, I just said I wouldn't target your neck. But of course, there is a lot on the line.

JC stares off, almost as if he's not really paying attention to his current surroundings.

JC - Maybe I'll have to go to extreme measures before it's over.

If Phoenix is worried, he certainly doesn't show it as he takes a step back to leave JC to his own devices.

The Phoenix - If that's the case, then so be it. As I said, my neck is my concern. I'll see you out there.

And with that, the "other" dual champion in OWF turns on his heels and exits the shot, leaving JC standing in the middle of the hallway as the camera fades to black.

A video package flickers on across the screen, showing the new breed of the OWF.

Press on these tannins
They double in time
The touch of life, once failed to mention so far

Of course the law is fountains
Or face to face remorse
A fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up fetish force

The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events at Campus Chaos, and recent Addictions.

You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life

Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a minute to see
Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?

As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.

The opening of the show begins with Garrett Greene standing by the entrance to the building, waiting for a possible interview. Maybe something to get him on announcing full time…who knows? Suddenly a black 69 Impala pulls into the parking lot, and Plague steps out and walks towards the building, pulling on a pair of black sunglasses to protect his eyes from the glaring April sun. He adjusts the leather jacket and walks towards the building, a smoldering cigarette. Garrett Greene tightens his tie and beckons the camera man to follow him. Plague has his hand on the door and notices him there, saying shit under his breath.

Garrett Greene - Plague... do you have a moment?

Plague - Uhhh…

Plague checks his watch…

Plague - Fuck…yea…I do. What’s on your mind.

Plague pulls his hand off the door.

Garrett Greene - People are saying that the Rogues have gone from nearly dead…to being a true force to be reckoned with in OWF. What do you say?

Plague - Really? That’s what you want to know?

Garrett Greene - Well…yea…

Plague rolls his eyes and groans.

Plague - Fine. They’re right. Next question.

Garrett Greene - Well…I think the pressing question is…why did you join up with them?

Plague - Did you even watch my speech last week?

Garrett Greene - No…I was in Boston…

Plague - You are, without a doubt, the worst interviewer ever. I joined up with the Rogues because it was the most logical course of action. I stood to gain a lot by just having my name associated with them, and the simple fact that we share the same end game doesn’t hurt.

Garrett Greene - Whats that?

Plague - Well that’s simple…an end game is something that you carry out when your plan has reached its end…

Garrett Greene - No…what is the end game…

Plague - An OWF without Jesse Williams.

Plague shrugs his shoulders and opens the door and moves inside…obviously trying to get rid of the annoyance that was following him.

Garrett Greene - So why are you at Addiction?

Garrett continues to hurry after the OWF superstar, extending his microphone out looking for a response.

Plague - One of my partners in crime has a match tonight…I’m here to make sure that everything goes smoothly. Simple as that. Now if you’ll excuse me…I have somethings that need to be done.

Garrett Greene - But..but…

Plague snatches the microphone out of his hand and walks away, dropping it into a nearby garbage can as he does. The feed cuts away from backstage to a wide view of the Arena.

The normal introduction starts up as a stream of pyrotechnics drown out the blaring sound of "I Get It" by Chevelle being pumped through the PA System. Red and white fireworks explode high in the rafters, illuminating the blacked-out Izod Center -- which can be seen as being at full capacity. A video package plays on the OWF Tron, showing clips of the current OWF Roster while the cameras pan all around the crowd -- getting a good view of them once the fireworks taper off.

The houselights are raised and a thick fog hangs above the ring, but this doesn't stop the fans from trying to get themselves heard -- with all twenty thousand fans screaming at the top of their lungs while waiving either their arms, or their poster-board sized signs above their heads. After a few moments the music fades out and the camera fades to a shot of the announcers table at ringside. We see the reunited Gordie Falcoon, James Dunn and Jackie Kissens all staring directly into the live camera -- all adorning a wide smile upon their face.

Falcoon - AAAHHHHOOOOOOOO! And welcome to Monday Addiction.

Dunn - As much as I hate that, it's good to be back together.

Kissens - I agree. We work better as a threesome, y'all.

James and Gordie shoot one another a stare.

Dunn - I'm not touching that one.

Falcoon - Me neither.

They look back into the lense of the camera.

Dunn - Moving on. We have some card lined up for you guys tonight.

Falcoon - But before we can get there, we have to address Plague's comments towards Jesse.

Dunn - Why? Everyone makes threats towards him. Everybody saw what he said.

Kissens - It's true, y'all.

Dunn - So, let's focus on tonight.

Kissens - ... Where we will find out the final three Quarterfinalists for the Quest For The Best Tournament.

Falcoon - And in our Main Event, we also have both the OWF and NLW World Championships on the line -- along with that Quarterfinal Spot for Quest For The Best.

Dunn - Every single first round match here could steal the show.

Kissens - I personally can't wait for JC and The Phoenix, y'all.

Falcoon - That's going to be a good one, but don't forget Joseph Mason will be taking on EJ Slayer.

Dunn - Which is certainly a match to watch.

Kissens - But before we can do all that, we have a Four Corners Match to call to start the night.

Falcoon - Should be interesting to see how JC's brother, GI, stacks up against a few new guys -- along with our resident jobber, CokeKid.

From next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson pulls herself from the steel chair next to the time keepers table. She extends her right hand and pulls a microphone off of the top of it, and heads off towards the steel ring steps -- placed in the corner nearest to her.

Kissens - Well, that match is coming up now it seems.

Dunn - Good, then we can get to the bulk of the card and start straightening out the brackets.

The camera follows her progress as she skips up the steps, and makes her way onto the outside ring apron. She ducks through the ropes and enters the ring -- choosing to make a bee-line for the center of the squared circle as the fans take notice of her.

Falcoon - Let's send it to Missy for the kick-off!

Missy stands tall in the middle of the ring, turning herself to face the live camera feed. She lifts the microphone up to her lips and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - Hello New Jersey, and Welcome to OWF Monday Addiction!

The sold-out crowd explodes into a chorus of cheers, with Missy pausing to soak up all the adulation.

Missy Janson - The first match of the evening is scheduled for a one fall, with a thirty minute time limit. It is a Four Corners Match, with the first pinfall or submission ending the match.

The fans remain silent to get on with the introductions.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Little Rock, Arkansas... CokeKid!

The lights dim low in the arena and suddenly a bright flash pops across the screen and leaves a blinding trail of white powder over the rampway. From the speakers echos a familiar voice.

PA System - Hahaha... Yeeeeaaah Dude!

The fans leap to their feet as "Lit Up" by Buck Cherry hits the speakers and Cokekid steps through the curtains.

PA System - I love the cocaine... I love the cocaine!

The loyal OWF fans applaud the man as he slides into the ring and leaps to his feet.

Dunn - He looks as scummy as ever.

Falcoon - I wouldn't expect any less.

Missy Janson - His first opponent, making his OWF Debut... From Pittsburgh, Pennslyvania... Cole Hunter!

The sound of dial tones, dial-up modems, and static blare through the PA System as the lights begin to dim. Suddenly they disappear and the guitar intro to "Coagulate" by Snapcase begins as the screen flashes images of Cole Hunter walking to the ring purposefully, clips of him dismantling opponent after opponent in previous matches, and footage of him working out at the thistle & clover boxing club in Pittsburgh. He climbs the ring stairs slowly, takes his place in the middle of the apron, and crosses his arms above his head to form his "X" signal as the lights come back up.

Kissens - Hopefully the few newcomers here can make a bit more of a splash than the last few new guys to sign up.

The music fades out, and Missy lifts the microphone back up to her lips.

Missy Janson - Out to the ring next, also making his OWF Debut... From The North Pole... Frosty!

A dark silhouette can be seen at the top of the entrance ramp. No one can fully see who this person is until the lights kick back up and reveal..... a man in a snowman costume. The snowman walks down the aisle, holding miniature Frosty action figures in his arms and throwing them into the crowd. The snow continues to fall all around him and the air conditioning kicks into maximum mode and blows the frozen particles of shaved ice all around the arena like a blizzard as Frosty now tries to slide into the ring. Unfortunately, the snowman costume is so bulky that be almost gets stuck, but he manages to get under the bottom rope.

The fans all laugh, while some of the older, jaded teenagers boo and jeer the snowman, seeing him as a mere marketing tool. Frosty enters the ring and grabs a microphone, shouting in a muffled voice through the snowman head mask: HAVE A FROSTY DAY! as the fans erupt into huge cheers for their Snowman pal. The round head part of the costume doesn't even move as he spoke the muffled catchphrase.

Dunn - This is pathetic.

Falcoon - Yep.

The figure backs into his corners, drawing laughter from his two opponents -- and even the referee, as well. Missy keeps herself in control, and continues with the introductions.

Missy Janson - And finally, making his OWF Debut as well... From East Rutherford, New Jersey... GI!

Lights go out as "Undead" by Hollywood Undead blares through the speakers. Images of GI flash across the titan tron and then suddenly the lights shine bright and pyro shoots from the stage as GI walks out.

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
Ya no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

GI slides into the ring and climbs to the top rope to play to the crowd.

Now I see that motherfucker writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep he's down to brawl
Fuck those haters I see,
Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little fucking disease.

GI jumps off into the middle of the ring and points to himself as he and the audience shout "G..I..ROCKS".

Dunn - If he's anywhere as good as his brother, the OWF is in store for one hell of a ride.

The music fades out while GI retreats to his corner, and eyes up his competition. Missy quickly leaves the ring, and steps down onto the concrete floor as she makes her way back to her seat.

Falcoon - Lets just hope he continues to disagree with his brother, for that sake.

Once she is safely out of the ring, the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Immediately GI rushes across the ring and takes Frosty out with a vicious clothesline, cracking the headgear worn by the competitor. Cole Hunter and CokeKid circle the ring, trying to find the best positioning to attack each other from. GI interrupts them, grabbing Hunter in a bearhug -- which he quickly turns into a overhead Belly to Belly Suplex as he tosses Cole across the ring. CokeKid backs off, wanting nothing to do with GI -- and he eventually turns his attention to Frosty, booting him towards the ropes and prying his large suit under the bottom rope as he crashes to the floor.

Dunn - It was a terrible idea to use that suit.

Falcoon - It's too bulky to do anything.

With his back turned, CokeKid jumps on the back of GI and locks in a weak sleeper hold. He rushes backwards and crushes CokeKid in the corner, and immediately leaps into the air -- nailing a spin kick to the stomach that drops CokeKid down to a seated position up against the turnbuckles. GI turns around to see Hunter returning to his feet, and break off in a charge directly at him. GI remains still until Hunter reaches him, then leaps into the air and wraps his legs around his head. GI swings backwards and executes a hurricanrana -- sending Cole Hunter flying into CokeKid in the corner, gaining a huge response from the crowd.

Kissens - This GI guy is tossing guys around like they are nothing.

Dunn - He's not as big as his brother, but he fights like him.

On the other side of the ring, Frosty drags himself under the bottom ropes again and rolls himself onto his feet. GI catches him out of the corner of his eye and manages to avoid a clothesline attempt and instead sends Frosty down to the mat by tripping his feet up. GI lays out and drives his elbow down across the body suit of Frosty, causing him to roll over in pain. GI stands himself up, gaining a huge applause as all three of his opponents lay at various points on the mat.

Falcoon - It has been all GI since the bell rung.

Dunn - I don't expect it to change.

GI constantly spins around, waiting for one of them to return to their feet. Cole Hunter does so, and stumbles backwards into a reverse waist lock -- applied by GI. He tosses Cole over his head and drops him to his back with a Release German Suplex. GI returns to his feet without struggle and catches Frosty running towards him. Somehow, GI lifts him up onto his shoulders and spins him out into a neckbreaker from the Samoan Drop position.

Kissens - What a devastating move!

Finally CokeKid returns to his feet, while GI rises up to his feet with his eyes locked on his opponent. He boots CokeKid in the stomach, then quickly turns to the nearby corner and leapfrogs up to the top rope. He leaps off and executes a scissor kick to the back of CokeKid's head -- knocking him face-first to the mat.

Dunn - Ouch. That one's gonna leave a mark!

Falcoon - GI is going for the pin.

He rolls CokeKid onto his back and lays across his chest, with the referee diving in to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... GI--

Missy is unable to carry-out the "I" as she sees JC slide in into the ring, with an object in hand as he picks himself up behind his brother GI.

Falcoon - Oh shit, JC's here.

Kissens - What the hell does he have in his hand?

Dunn - That's one of Dude JoB's lawndarts!

GI turns around and JC connects with a big boot to GI's face -- knocking him flat to his back. The moment he hits, JC reaches down and begins stripping the knee brace from GI's leg.

Dunn - Oh come on, that's your own brother!

JC kneels down and pins GI's leg under his weight, and weilds the lawndart back behind his ear.

Falcoon - He's going to stab him!

Kissens - Someone do something!

From behind, a recovered CokeKid pulls the lawndart from JC's hand -- thwarting his attempt. JC stands up and immediately boots CokeKid in the stomach and hoists him up onto his shoulders in a standing firemans carry. He spins him around and drops him into a sitout spinebuster, knocking CokeKid out cold.

Dunn - Solitare Unraveling on CokeKid.

Kissens - He was just trying to save GI.

JC returns his attention towards his brother, who kicks JC hard enough to send him down to the mat. He rolls out of the ring and begins heading up the ramp -- jawing with his brother from afar.

Falcoon - Lucky for GI, CokeKid took the fall for h--

Just then, the fans all groan as Drake Munday hops over the ring barricade and slides into the ring behind GI.

Dunn - DRAKE!

He walks up behind GI and pulls him around -- leaping into the air and executing an RKO on GI.

Kissens - The Darkness!

JC smiles as he disappears behind the curtains. Munday stands over GI's motionless body, staring at him with a blank stare in his eyes. From his right pocket, Drake pulls a microphone out and looks to the crowd -- who let Drake know how they feel about him with a loud amount of boo's.

Drake Munday - I have seen...I have seen things.

Drake pauses and turns around to face the other side of the crowd, he steps slowly towards the ropes and leans on them with the fans booing him for his actions.

Drake Munday - Things I never wanted to see, things I wouldn't wish to happen to my worst enemy.

Drake sighs and looks around once more at the angry faces of the loyal OWF Fans.

Drake Munday - Things I certainly wouldn't want to happen to my best friend.

The fans being to quiet down.

Drake Munday - Adrian Jackson...well, he's not...I..., that's not the point, I'm rambling.

Drake walks to the turnbuckle and climbs up it, and looks out into the almost silent crowd.

Drake Munday - I don't have much left now, I have my son and my career. I want to make both great.

The crowd gives in, and unleashes a small cheer once hearing that.

Drake Munday - I've insulted you a lot in the time I've been in the Outsider Wrestling Federation. A lot has changed, both in me and in this federation. The fans...you have supported me at times I most needed them. I thank you for that. I thank you a lot. I want to give something back to you.

At this point someone in the crowd shouts "$100 will do me fine!", a lot of the crowd laugh and Drake smiles.

Drake Munday - No, not money. Some things are worth more than money.

With this, Drake turns and leaves the ring.

Falcoon - What the hell was that all about?

Dunn - I suppose Drake wants to do something for the fans.

Kissens - But instead, he did something for JC.

Falcoon - I guess he wants to do best by his career by continuing his training.

Dunn - It's a smart plan, but it won't win him over in any popularity contests.

Kissens - Hey y'all, I don't mean to interrupt but I'm hearing something is going on backstage.

Falcoon - Five bucks says it's nothing earth shattering.

Dunn - In this federation that's a sure bet.

We cut backstage to see President Specter right near the entranceway.

Prez Specter - Look. I agreed to meet with you on the condition you wouldn't go apeshit and ruin the matches tonight. Now what is it?

We pan over to see Trent Steel with a smug look on his face.

Trent Steel - Simple. I'd like a match.

Prez Specter - You lost. You're out. No match for you tonight, or at the Pay Per View. I thought this was clear.

Trent Steel - You're new at this. Let me explain the two options you have here. You can either grant the request I have...or I am going to make sure this clusterfuck of a tourney is going to up in a nice big fucking explosion. I'll fuck this thing up more than anything you ever did in Vegas.

Prez Specter - ...I wouldn't put it past you. I'll at least hear out this match.

Trent Steel - Good. Your smarter than your predecessor. I promise it's actually going to increase ratings at Quest.

Prez Specter - Well Pay Per Views aren't given ratings -- just buyrates. But continue.

Trent Steel - A week long match.

Prez Specter - You're joking.

Trent Steel - I'm not.

Prez Specter - ...You're going to wrestle someone for a whole week?

Trent Steel - Yup. Starting tonight.

Specter sighs, keeping his eyes on Trent.

Prez Specter - Okay. What are the stipulations?

Trent Steel - Falls count anywhere. No DQ. Iron Man Match. Guy with the most pinfalls, knockouts, and tap outs wins.

Prez Specter - So you'll wrestle for a whole week?

Trent Steel - And the results are only going to be seen on OWFWrestling.com.

Prez Specter - So I take it you need refs right?

Trent Steel - They'll be back for the card. All expenses out of my pocket and my opponents.

Prez Specter - Okay. So this isn't going to cost me anything but air time. But who the fuck is stupid enough to wrestle against you for a week?

Trent Steel - Someone who I know you want to see me fight.

Prez Specter - Not Jesse.

Trent Steel - I said want to see me fight. Not waste another main event shot.

Prez Specter - Ohhh. Self burn. Nice.

Trent Steel - I bash everyone boss.

Prez Specter - Me?

Trent Steel - No. No. No...I need you here to make sure this thing goes off without a hitch because hey...already the morale is up because of you.

Prez Specter - Who?

Trent points off camera and we see a big technician reaching down to pick up a tech box.

Prez Specter - That guys ass crack?

Trent Steel - I said I wasn't fighting Jesse. No...Hey Big Guy! Move!

The big guy moves and we see in all his tye dye glory...Dude JoB! THen fans go ballistic.

Dude JoB - Who were you expecting Dominator?

Prez Specter - But you guys are stablemates. I'd love nothing more than to see you two rip each other apart, but what's the point?

Trent Steel - Do you care...You get ratings and more than likely both of us out of your hair for Quest. Looks like a win win for you.

Prez Specter - Buyrates.

Trent Steel - What?

Prez Specter - We get buyrates -- not ratings.

Trent shoots Specter an evil stare.

Prez Specter - But, let me get this straight. I get you two idiots out of my hair, you're probably going ot fuck each other up, and you promise not to get involved in Quest.

Trent Steel - You have my word.

Prez Specter - I'd rather have it writing.

Dude JoB - Spec...if we wanted to we could but we're going to be to fucked up to do anything. That's a fact. No worries.

Prez Specter - All right. You got that match, on the terms that it begins right now.

Falcoon - Specter is going to allow it! Holy shit!

Dunn - Those two are going to be fighting each other for a whole week.

Kissens - An OWF first ya'll.

President Specter walks off as DJ and Trent eyeball each other.

Trent Steel - You all set?

Dude JoB - Yup. You ready?

Trent Steel - To fight you? Hell I was born ready Jobby.

Dude JoB - Good. Oh almost forgot.

Trent Steel - Hmmm?

DJ holds up a dollar bill.

Dude JoB - Friendly wager?

Trent Steel - Sure.

DJ nods as he turns and then fast as lighting hits Trent square in the chest with a heel kick. Trent rolls with it and gets up. He glares at DJ with a look of shock and suprise.

Dude JoB - That's payback for that cheap shot four years ago in ASW.

Trent Steel - Oh...wanted to start off even?

Dude JoB - Yup.

Trent Steel - Good. See ya in the ring.

Dude JoB - Yep.

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth at ringside.

Dunn - So, the Rogues are fighting within themselves.

Kissens - By their own choice, no less.

Falcoon - I don't think this is a smart plan.

Dunn - It could backfire, but even if it goes through -- what do they accomplish?

Kissens - Nothing, y'all.

Falcoon - Hopefully we'll hear more about this before the night is over.

Dunn - For now, we have to head to a quick commercial break.

OWF
PRESENTS

AS THEY WILL STAND AT THE TIME OF THE PAY PER VIEW. FROM THE QUARTERFINAL ROUNDS ON WILL TAKE PLACE DURING THE COURSE OF THE NIGHT AT QUEST FOR THE BEST ON APRIL 26TH.

Straight from the commercial, we cut to the backstage hallways of the arena, where Piter Svoboda is holding a small white cardboard box and glancing around as though he's waiting for somebody. The camera pans over to show The Phoenix walking away down the hall, and Piter runs after him.

Falcoon - Oh my God! Piter's gonna try to take Phoenix out.

Kissens - I don't think that's what's happening, y'all.

Svoboda catches up to Phoenix and taps him on the shoulder, effortlessly dodging the haymaker that comes his way as Will turns around. Piter throws his hands up, the box raised over his head.

Piter Svoboda - Geez, a little jumpy?

The Phoenix - Wouldn't you be, if a possible Quarterfinal opponent ambushed you backstage?

Piter Svoboda - Listen, it's not what it looks like. I have reason to believe you're in real danger.

The Phoenix - Is that so?

Piter Svoboda - Remember what happened to me last week in Boston?

The Phoenix just stares at him blankly.

Piter Svoboda - You know, I was crucified, had a deadly sin written on my chest in my own blood, etcetera?

The Phoenix - It kind of rings a bell.

Piter Svoboda - Well, you're the next target!

Phoenix drops low, arms slowly moving back and forth in a wrestling stance.

Piter Svoboda - Not from me, you moron! From the Crucifix!

Phoenix maintains his position.

The Phoenix - Why would some mystery man be after me?

Piter looks astonished.

Piter Svoboda - Look, I hate to have to be the one to break it to you, but you're the only one on the roster who fits the Gluttony archetype.

Phoenix glares at Piter as he returns to a normal standing position.

The Phoenix - So what do you suggest I do?

Piter Svoboda - Well, here's the thing: I know we can draw him out. He targets winners, and you're up next.

The Phoenix - Uh huh?

Piter Svoboda - And he likes to attack people while they're indulging in their supposed "sin." For instance, I was relaxing in my locker room when I got blindsided.

For the first time, Phoenix seems to notice the box in Piter's hand. His voice is cold as he speaks.

The Phoenix - What's that?

Piter Svoboda - I'm glad you asked.

Piter opens the box to reveal several snack pastries.

Piter Svoboda - Suzy Q's! You said they're your favorite.

For a moment, Phoenix almost appears as though he's going to lose his cool.

The Phoenix - No, YOU said that. Now leave me alone.

Phoenix resumes the walk to his locker room, leaving a dejected Piter in his wake. As the camera starts to fade, the Show-Opener takes out a Suzy Q and begins to munch on it pensively. The cameras cut away from backstage, and focus in on the announcers booth.

Dunn - Piter seems determined to find out who was behind that attack on him.

Falcoon - I don't think poking fun at The Phoenix will help him with that.

Dunn - I don't think he was poking fun, he was just trying to be as straight forward as possible.

Kissens - Either way, it's only a matter of time before we end up finding out who is behind these attacks.

Falcoon - Hopefully we find out sooner rather than later.

Dunn - Before our tournament gets completely ruined.

The camera pans to the right to see Missy Janson standing up from the time keepers table. We follow her as she walks towards the nearest set of steel ring steps.

Falcoon - Maybe whomever is behind the attacks knows that someone is onto him.

Dunn - Hopefully that prevents any interference, as we're looking to get started with the rest of the First Round Matches.

Missy skips up the steps and makes her way onto the ring apron. She parts the ropes and steps through them as she enters the ring.

Kissens - All three of which should be incredible matches.

Falcoon - Indeed. So let's send it to Missy for the introductions.

She makes her way to the center of the squared circle and turns herself to face the live feed. The fans quiet down as Missy lifts the microphone up to her lips and begins the introductions.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is a First Round Match in the 2009 Quest For The Best Tournament!

The fans explode into a round of cheers, sending their full attention towards Missy as she stands in the middle of the ring.

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.

Again the fans applaud her words, but quickly quiet down to hear the introductions.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first... 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.

Kissens - Last week this guy was very impressive in victory over Akira.

Falcoon - I was only able to catch the highlights.

Dunn - He's going to be a huge asset to the OWF Roster if he can maintain that level of output.

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. Mason slides into the ring and pulls himself up to his feet in his corner -- staring across the ring at his opponent.

Falcoon - Well we all know he's going to face one hell of a challenge right here.

Kissens - I'm very interested to see how he matches up, y'all.

His music fades out and Missy lifts the microphone back up to her lips.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, hailing from Dallas, Texas... EJ Slayer!

"Power to Destroy" by ANJ hits, followed by a chorus of boos. EJ Slayer walks from the back, sporting a smile on his face. He begins trotting down the aisle, looking into the eyes of the fans that line the ramp. Eventually Slayer makes his way to the base of the ramp and slides under the bottom rope with a determined look on his face.

Falcoon - When EJ Slayer is at his best, there aren't many who can beat him.

Dunn - If any.

Kissens - Now we just have to wait to see if he brings his best, y'all.

He backs into his corner and stares across the ring at Mason while his music fades out. Missy makes a quick exit and returns to her seat at the time keepers table. The referee calls for the bell once Missy is seated.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Mason and Slayer immediately start to circle each other. Mason noticeably hangs back when Slayer beckons him forward with a grin on his face. Mason looks out at the crowd, and back at Slayer, shaking his head and laughing slightly. He makes a feint step forward, but then immediately changes his direction causing Slayer to momentarily lose him. Mason immediately strikes a quick shin kick into the back of the bigger man’s thigh. Slayer roars in anger and throws a backhand that could take the head off of a gorilla, but Mason ducks and neatly uses Slayers own momentum to tie him up into an arm bar -- but before it can be locked in, Slayer rolls over and smashes a closed left fist into the gut.

Falcoon - Hard jab to the abdomen has Mason stunned.

Dunn - He better watch those strikes from Slayer.

Mason curls up in pain, kicking a leg slightly. The big man leaps quickly to his feet and drives another kick into the abdomen of Mason, sending him spinning across the ring to lie in incredible pain by the ropes. Slayer slowly stalks across the ring, grabbing the head of Mason. He tries to drag the smaller man to his feet, but Joey Mason hooks an arm underneath the bottom rope to hold himself there. Slayer laughs as he drills a boot into the MMA specialist’s side, followed by a few more. Mason grits his teeth, and rolls away from the next one. He quickly grapevines the leg and twists him down into a leg lock. Slayer lays back for a moment, but the ref is right there to slide in with the count. 1... Slayer lifts his shoulder up, before raising his free leg and smashing down with a kick at Mason’s head. Mason shifts his head just enough to avoid major damage, but it still connects full force with his shoulder causing Mason to break the hold.

Kissens - That's going to hurt.

Slayer rolls away and hops to his feet. Mason does the same, a little woozy from the hard hitting style that his bigger and stronger opponent brings to the table. As soon as Mason is vertical -- Slayer smashes him back down to the mat with a close line. Slayer laughs at the crowd, and then proceeds to continue his punishment on Mason. He drops down beside the head of Mason and begins to drill right and left’s into his head. Aiming directly for the cheek bones and jaw, while Mason covers his head as best as he can. The ref hurries up and tries to drag Slayer off, but Jameson just shoves him back with his arm, snarling at him to fuck off. The ref hurries back and warns for a DQ. Slayer gets to his feet and begins to argue with ref, making various visual threats. Mason rolls to his feet, and rushes forward at Slayer. He jumps on his back, trying to lock in a choke hold, but Slayer grabs his arms and tosses him bodily over his shoulders. Mason does a full flip.

Falcoon - What a counter!

Dunn - Now he has to follow up.

Before landing squarely on his feet, the crowd pops loudly with excitement. Slayer himself seems to be a little bit confused, until he gets a hard side kick smashed into the front of his face. He back pedals, Mason sizes him up before grabbing his head and smashing knee hard into the nose of Slayer. The big man’s head reels back in shock from the attack, his legs give out, and keels over onto the mat. Mason raises a hand in slight acknowledgement of the fans cheers before rushing in and locking in a triangle hold. Slayer immediately comes to, and begins to try and find away out of the hold. Mason tightens the grip as hard as he can while the behemoth scrambles. The ref rushes in to check and see if Slayer wants to give up…and is given his answer with a flash of the middle finger from Slayer. He eventually finds his base, and begins to pull him off the ground. Sensing danger. Mason releases his hold and quickly rolls backward -- ducking under the huge clothesline from Slayer. Mason rushes slightly after him and nails a huge dropkick into back oh his opponent. Slayer falls forward slightly, his arms and neck resting on the rope. Mason grabs what he can of Slayer’s short hair and pulls him backwards, smashing a knee into the back of his head. Slayer curses loudly in pain, holding his head in pain. He moves to get up, but when he reaches his hands and knees, Mason drives a hard shin kick to his rib cage. Despite his size, Slayer flips over onto his side, the fans cheer in excitement -- impressed by Mason's speed and striking ability.

Dunn - Listen to the crowd.

Falcoon - They are very impressed with Mason here.

Dunn - Just like with GI -- if you can show you are talented, and you're not a dick, you'll gain respect.

Mason moves in like a hawk, quickly locking a guillotine chokehold. Slayer once again begins to struggle, so Mason wraps his legs tightly around his body…trying to keep him still. Slayer uses his superior size and strength to roll over onto his hands and feet, trying to crawl towards to ropes. Mason’s eyes dart around, sensing danger once again. He quickly lifts himself to his knees, wrapping a hangman’s noose around his neck -- wrenching backwards using his knees for leverage. Slayer manage to reach back and grab a fistful of Mason’s hair. Mason tries to struggle, but this time Slayer is successful in tossing him, sending Mason crashing into the turnbuckle. Slayer stands up, with a grin on his face -- letting the hairs he just wrenched out of Mason’s head tumble to the mat. Mason grasps the back of his head in pain, as Slayer slowly moves in. He grabs Mason by the arm pits and hurls him up and over his head, to come smashing down to the mat again. Mason winces in pain, but manages to avoid a stomp aimed at his rib cage. From the mat, Mason swings his leg up and connects with the back of Slayer’s locked leg, bringing him tumbling down to the mat as well. He grabs one of the temporarily limp hydraulic pumps that Slayer calls his arms, braces the elbow against his knee and wrench back as hard as he can. Slayer grits his teeth in pain, and once again the ref asks if he wants to tap out -- this time Slayer uses his free arm to shove him away.

Dunn - Slayer won't give it up.

Falcoon - Mason can try just about anything, and Slayer can fight out of it.

Kissens - But he's going to grow weaker and weaker with every defense he has to use.

Dunn - But Mason is wearing himself out, and his smaller size is a key to victory.

Suddenly, with quickness that doesn’t quite match his size, EJ Slayer explodes upwards and nails Mason across the mat with an odd looking Death Valley Driver. Slayer hooks a leg for the cover. The ref slides in to make the count. 1... 2... Mason kicks out at almost the last possible second. Slayer leans back, grins out at the crowd -- who proceed to boo him, before leaning forward and begins to dig his forearm and elbow into the face of Mason. He flails for a moment before bending some rules of his own, and jabs two fingers into the eyes of the bigger man. Slayer’s eyes tear up, as he pulls back quickly. He slams a fist down, but finds only canvas, ad Mason has already kipped up to his feet. Slayer regains his eye sight just in time to see Mason’s curled up body unwind like a whip and smash a hard shin kick across his jaw. Slayer’s face recoils heavily from the blow…and a stream of blood is seen soaring across the ring…along with a tooth or two…to splatter across the white, sweat stained canvas. Slayer crumples to the mat, and Mason goes for the cover. The ref once again slides in for the cover.

Falcoon - Another pinfall attempt!

1... 2... Slayer’s seemingly lifeless body suddenly spasms like he was electrocuted -- and gets a shoulder up in the process. Mason shakes his head, and gets to his feet, waiting for Slayer to rise. The fans applaud his appreciation of the rules…but its short lived as he charges across the ring, looking for another boot to the already damaged head of EJ. This time though, Slayer is ready for the assault, rises up and grabs his leg before lifting Mason’s whole body and slamming him down in spinebuster, Slayer laughs as his opponents head bounces off the mat like a basketball.. Mason’s body convulses slightly from the impact, Slayer hooks the leg and goes for the pin. 1... 2... Suddenly Slayer lets go of the pin, and struggles backwards…Mason moving with him as much as he can. Mason has driven his fingers into the mouth of the big man, and is wrenching sideways with a fish hook. Slayer all of a sudden cocks his arm back, but Mason is too preoccupied in keeping the fish hook locked in to notice. Slayers closed fist connects hard into the face of the Mason, snapping his head backwards, and spraying blood out from his nose. Mason falls back, almost like he was knocked out -- as Slayer crawls forward and hooks the leg for the pin. 1... 2... Digging deep, Mason places a leg on the ropes, breaking up the count. Slayer curses loudly in anger, before dragging him by the arm to return him to his feet and lean him in the nearest corner.

Kissens - Slayer better keep his cool.

Falcoon - He's getting too frustrated, and it may end up costing him.

Dunn - He's thrown just about everything he has at him, and Mason keeps coming back for more.

Slayer pulls back his right arm and thrusts it forward at the face of Joseph. Milliseconds before the punch finds its marl, Mason drops his body completely, allowing all that power to go smashing into the turnbuckle. An audible crack is heard like a gunshot throughout the arena and the fans pop loudly once again with excitement. Slayer just grits his teeth,back pedals slightly -- shaking the pain out. Mason kips up again, only to have his head grabbed by the angry Slayer and smashed repeatedly against the turnbuckle. Slayer pushes him out and aims for another punch, but receives a woozy roundhouse kick to the side of his head that sprays saliva out of the corner of his mouth. Mason tries to follow up with another hard kick towards EJ's legs, but Slayer catches it -- and sweeps it out while nailing a jab right to his mouth. Joseph falls flat to his back and Slayer bends over -- getting a boot right in the face for his efforts. He stands himself up and nails EJ's right cheek with a swinging left hook -- only to receive a blunt left jab from Slayer. Mason grows frustrated and lunges for, and wraps his hands around, EJ's throat -- headbutting him flush across the head while choking him. EJ returns the favor, wrapping both of his hands around Mason's throat while held in the choke hold from Mason. The referee steps in and tries pulling both men apart. Blood flows from their wounds as neither of them budge -- their faces turning a bright shade of red. The referee yells at both men, but they completely ignore him.

Dunn - Get in there ref!

The referee starts a manditory five count.

1... 2...

Falcoon - These guys better be careful!

EJ removes his left hand, but clenches even tighter around Mason's windpipe and starts throwing closed fists to his face.

3... 4...

Mason returns the favor by letting go with his left hand and cracking EJ over and over right in his mouth.

5!

The referee turns and signals for the bell, waving his arms as he exits the ring.

Dunn - What the..

He approaches Missy Janson and whispers something into her ear. She grabs the microphone and chooses to address the crowd.

Missy Janson - Due to neither man responding to the referee's five count, and the prolonged brutality of this match -- the referee has thrown out this contest.

The announcement is met with a ton of boo's as the two men continually beat upon one another.

Falcoon - Well that sucks.

Dunn - So, what the hell happens now?

Prez Specter - Bravo guys, it's a shame you were both fenced in by those stipulations.

The cameras all turn to the OWF Tron, which has an image of President Specter sitting behind his desk. Both competitors turn their attention away from one another, and shift their bloody faces to stare at the screen.

Prez Specter - Unfortunately, we don't have a winner -- and that means neither of you can advance.

The fans boo loudly.

Prez Specter - But, I have a solution. In memoriam of Chase Johnson, I'm going to take a play from his book. You two didn't advance, but neither of you were eliminated. That's why the first match of the evening is going to be EJ Slayer versus Joseph Mason -- restarting their First Round Matchup, with No Disqualifications.

EJ Slayer and Joseph Mason immediately stare at each other, keeping their distance while engaging in the staredown.

Prez Specter - Sorry boys, looks like you'll have to pull quadruple duty.

The image fades out.

Falcoon - Wow.

Dunn - So, we get to see these two duke it out once again.

Kissens - Neither of them are going to be in great shape.

Falcoon - Their chances surely have been diminished.

Dunn - Oh well, we need a winner and President Specter is giving us that.

From the shot of the OWF Tron, the feed cuts to a backstage shot of Somoza standing in front of a dressing room door with El Plaga written on it.

Vernon Somoza - So I am sure many of you are aware of what happened last week between Porta and I. I am also sure many of you are confused and bewildered. I want you to take a look at this door. What does it say?

Somoza points to the door.

Vernon Somoza - It says El Plaga. That means that it is Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince. We are a tag team, hell we are and have been friends for years since we were in Middle school together.

Somoza opens the door to find only his bag in there and nothing else.

Vernon Somoza - I want you to look at this. The room is only half full. I have my stuff in here and Porta has his somewhere else. People go through things and right now Porta is just going through some stuff. So I want to publicly apologize for Porta Prince, his actions, for the pain and confusion that he may have casued any of our fans. Don’t worry unlike the other so called “Tag-Teams” we are not in a war of egos and we are not breaking up.

Somoza stands up and smiles at the camera

Vernon Somoza - Remember blood is thicker than water. Porta and I are like family and I would never fight my brother. Under no circumstances would I do such a thing. Next time you see him trust me he will be back to his normal self. And as always ….

OWF Fans - FUn Can Kill YOU!

Somoza smiles as he points to the door and the camera flashes across the words El Plaga once again. The feed cuts from backstage to a wide shot of the Arena.

Dunn - Somoza is trying to do some damage control.

Kissens - May be too late for that, y'all.

Falcoon - Depends on how Porta feels.

Dunn - If I was Porta, I'd resent Somoza for costing me the Caribbean Title.

Kissens - And now with his new Valet Stephanie, he has someone else to keep him company.

Falcoon - And that someone looks a whole hell of a lot better than Somoza.

Dunn - Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Falcoon - Ewww.

Out of nowhere, the cameras cut to the ramp. "Fuckin Hostile" by Pantera hits the PA and Plague walks out wearing the same leather jacket and black sunglasses as before. The fans erupt into a huge mixed reaction, some cheering others booing. Either way Plague ignores the lot of them and makes his way down to the ring, climbing up the steps, pausing slightly at the post, before walking along the apron and climbing in. He calls for the mic, and catches it when tossed to him.

Plague - First of all…I know. I know its been like the third week in a row that I’ve been out here, making some speech about how much the people in OWF suck…and I’m the only one that can fix it. To be honest…it must bore the ever living shit out of everyone here in the arena.

The fans cheer at his comment…Plague looks a little confused…not to sure what to make of the reaction.

Plague - And I know what your all thinking…last week…I joined forces with the Rogues…what more could I possibly do to change the sub par standard of your everday superstar then join up with three of the toughest guys on the roster that are hell bent to clean up the place?

Plague stops and looks around intently at the crowd.

Plague - Easy. Take it to the next level. What brought this on, you may all ask? Well it recently came to my attention that I just may not win Quest for the Best…so it would be a good idea if I had a back up plan. And oh…what a back up plan it is ladies and gentlemen.

Plague pauses for a moment and allows the crowd to cheer and boo…or sit idly by and not do anything…whatever suits their fancy at this particular juncture.

Plague - But before I tell you the details of this plan of mine…it would almost be a sin to not mention Quest for the Best. Quarter finals…I find myself against Vernon Somoza…in a top rope triumph match. Well, if that’s honestly the best that they can come up with for me and Somoza…they aren’t trying very hard. I may not be the biggest guy. I may not be the strongest or the fastest or even the smartest…there is one thing I do pride myself on…

Plague pauses again.

Plague - And that’s being one of this federations most versatile. I have wrestled in almost every single kind of match that this federation offers…and nine times out of ten…I’ve held my own. Whether it be a street fight against Duality, or a flaming coffin match against Angel…it doesn’t matter. It still came as naturally to me as breathing does to the rest of you. So to sum up that particular point, it doesn’t phase me any that Somoza could possibly be a better high flier then me, either way…I move on to the semi finals in whatever sort of match fits into Specters sadistic fantasy at that point in time.

Plague stops talking, and leans against the ropes lazily.

Plague - So…that being said…onto the back up plan. Although truth be told…this also may be the plan that is actually more fun. I look back at my early days in this federation…and the Network title was something that was to be revered. It was the work horse title, if you held that title…you could be almost garunteed that in the near future…you would be staring down the line at the world champion. Williams, myself, Angel, Draco…people that were actually worth their salt in this ring have held that title. And who do we have recently? Ray Lopes? Porta Prince? What has the coveted Network title been called? The Carribean Championship? The I “Heart” Moxie title?

Plague pauses again, and begins to pace around the ring.

Plague - I sat by and watched for the last two months as a two bit nobody held that belt. I sat by and watched as that title was desicrated time and again. These people work here…yet they still bring shame to the second most prestigious title OWF has to offer? And do so without batting an eye?

Plague pulls of his sunglasses and puts them in his pocket.

Plague - That title has been demoted to a status below the PDA title. The fucking hardcore belt ladies and gentlemen! It doesn’t mean a damn thing anymore…and it’s because of our recent champions. People that have been pushed to beyond their talent levels. Allow me to ask you something. Was the court jester ever knighted? Did ever become a lord of the realm? No. So then why would glorified jobbers like Lopes and Porta even be considered for contention? I saw their names on the brackets for Quest for the Best…and thought…wow what the fuck are these two doing on here? They can’t fight their way out of a wet paper bag…yet here they are.

Plague pauses again and takes a few deep breaths.

Plague - The point is…I should be thinking that. I should be thinking…the Network Champion…he’s the second best in the federation. Not…wow…that guy looks like a retard trying to hump a door knob out there. So here I am. Making it official…if I lose in Quest for the Best…I will devoting my extensive talents to obtaining the Carribean championship.

Plague pauses, allowing time for the crowd’s reaction. He holds his arms out, welcoming it.

Plague - Lets face facts…there is something seriously wrong with this federation…and that title is the place to begins fixing it.

Plague’s music hits, as he drops the mic on the mat and steps out of the ring.

Falcoon - God, I am getting tired of him already.

Kissens - He wants to clean up the OWF, and now he wants to restore some pride to the Caribbean Championship.

Dunn - Good luck. Lopes won't give that baby up without a fight.

Falcoon - Not to mention that Porta still has his rematch clause.

Plague heads up the ramp, and eventually disappears behind the curtains.

Kissens - Nothing wrong with Plague making his intentions known, y'all.

Dunn - As long as he plans to follow through with them.

The feed cuts back to ringside to see Missy Janson rising out of her seat at the time keepers table.

Falcoon - And as long as he doesn't lose sight of the Quest For The Best Tournament while focusing on what he's going to do if he wins it.

The camera follows her as she treks towards the steel ring steps, and slowly ascends up towards the ring apron. She steps onto it for a moment before ducking through the middle and top ropes.

Kissens - Speaking of the Tournament, we have our second First Round Match of the evening.

Dunn - Which means only two left before our Quarterfinals are set.

Falcoon - Let's send it over to Missy so we can get this one started!

She enters the ring and walks to the absolute center of it -- turning herself to face the live set of cameras while lifting the microphone up to her lips.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is a First Round Match in the 2009 Quest For The Best Tournament!

The fans cheer moderately, remaining relatively quiet so Missy can continue.

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 pauses for a moment, clears her throat and then continues.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Jersey City, New Jersey...

Missy is cut off by a huge hometown welcome from the crowd for JC.

Missy Janson - He is the current OWF Tears Tag Team Champion... JC!

Lights flash then dim, and "Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot fills the speakers. The lights all go out and only a spotlight shines on Joe, who comes to the ring without any friendly movements or acknowledgment of the fans, who are booing him.

PA system - Thou shalt not

Kill your fathers - destroy another life
Question everything we clung to for years
Live forever - design a better death
Confuse a liar with a savior from fear

He climbs up to the turnbuckle, puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level.

The ending's the same
The world will not change
The answer is clear
Annihilation

He climbs down, glares at the audience and warms up for his match.

Dunn - JC has a big fight in store for him.

Kissens - But really, he's one of only a few who can match strength with The Phoenix.

Falcoon - And that could prove costly.

Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth, continuing the introductions.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from The End of Nowhere -- He is the current OWF Public Display of Aggression, and NLW Anarchy X Champion... The Phoenix!

The initial four chords of "The Instinct" hit, sounding a bit darker than normal before fading into the opening of Linkin Park's "Numb." From the entrance to the locker rooms, The Phoenix strides forth, his face decidedly blank as the first verse hits.

Tired of being what you want me to be.
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Don't know what you're expecting of me,
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes....

There is no pyro or any other special effects as he walks to the ring steps, the music fading into silence as he bows his head, eyes closing for a brief moment. His right arm crosses his body, touching the black armband encircling his left arm with the initials "EA" written in bold white lettering. Then, with a shout of "for the fallen!" directed at the ceiling, he finishes his ascent and climbs into the ring, ready for war.

Kissens - I just pray he doesn't do anymore damage to that neck.

Dunn - It's almost a given

The Phoenix's music fades out as he positions himself in his corner, while Missy Janson makes a quick exit from the ring. Once she returns to her seat, the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two competitors head for the center of the ring, with JC extending his right hand towards The Phoenix. He stares down at the hand of JC, then out to the crowd who gives a nice ovation for the gesture.

Dunn - I don't know -- he rejected Jesse's handshake at Campus Chaos.

In turn, The Phoenix meets JC's hand with his his and they shake. Another nice applause comes from the crowd as the two men break off and start circling one another. A few seconds pass before the two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up -- trying to overpower one another. Neither man gets an advantage, as they push one another around the ring. Eventually JC ends up back-first against one of the sets of ring ropes -- with the referee stepping in to break the two men up. The Phoenix gives JC a clean break as he backs off to the center of the ring with his arms raised, while JC pulls himself off of the ropes. Again both men begin circling one another, keeping their eyes locked tightly across the ring.

Falcoon - There is obviously a level of respect between these two.

Kissens - They both consider themselves wrestlers first and foremost, and they both want the better man to win.

Dunn - They'd both prefer for themselves to be the better man tonight.

Again they inch forward and lock up once more, but JC is able to isolate The Phoenix's right arm. He locks him in a standing arm bar, twisting his arm while walking him in a circle. The Phoenix takes his left hand and grabs JC's right wrist, and pulls his grasp away from The Phoenix's right arm -- and immediately flips him down to the mat with a hiptoss. JC rolls up to his knees, and stares at The Phoenix -- who gesures for him to bring it on. He does so, standing up to his feet and charging at The Phoenix. He hits the mat, forcing JC to step over him and sends him sprinting towards the ropes. He turns to bounce off of them with his back while The Phoenix springs back up to his feet. He waits for JC as he runs back towards him, and narrowily avoids the wide swinging right arm of JC. After ducking the clothesline, The Phoenix grabs JC from behind in a reverse waist lock. JC wedges his arms between his abdomen and The Phoenix's arms and breaks his grasp.

Dunn - These two are going move for move here.

Falcoon - Don't expect much change.

He spins around behind The Phoenix, and now grabs him in a reverse waist lock of his own. The Phoenix tries to break free, but finds JC's grasp to be too tight to budge. Instead he throws his right elbow back and connects with the right cheek of JC, forcing him to let go of his clutch. The Phoenix turns around and backs off, allowing JC to regain his senses as he shakes his head. He stands cautious, watching The Phoenix who is waiting for JC to make the next move. He does so by bringing his right knee up into the stomach of The Phoenix, doubling him over. Once bent over, JC clubs downward across the lower back of The Phoenix with his right forearm -- dropping him down to his right knee.

Kissens - JC is staying away from the head and neck of The Phoenix.

Dunn - But JC focusing his attacks on one body part will greatly weaken The Phoenix, even if it's not his neck.

JC immediately reaches down and hooks The Phoenix under both of his arms and slowly drags him up to his feet. With a quick sidestep he sweeps out The Phoenix's legs from under him and immediately reaches down -- grabbing his right boot. JC twists The Phoenix's leg at the foot to the right side, causing a great deal of pain to the big man. After only a few seconds of locked in the ankle vice, The Phoenix is able to extend both of his arms and wrap his hands around the bottom rope. The referee steps in and tells JC to give up the hold, and he does so -- stepping back into the middle of the ring, with both arms raised, while receiving a nice ovation.

Falcoon - This Jersey crowd is really behind JC.

Kissens - I think they're also applauding the respect he is showing, y'all.

The Phoenix rolls onto his right side and digs his knee cap into the canvas -- using it to push himself up. He shakes his right leg, getting rid of the pain that traveled up towards his knee. He hobbles for the first few steps before regaining full strength while circling JC -- who remains standing tall in the middle of the ring. The Phoenix inches closer and lunges forward, looking to tie-up with JC -- but he sidesteps the arms of his opponent, and brings his right thigh across the lower abdomen of The Phoenix. He hunches over slightly while JC grabs a hold of The Phoenix, and lifts him up -- holding him at his waist-side. JC sits out and drops The Phoenix to his back with the sidewalk slam, and immediately grabs a hold of his exposed left arm -- wrenching it into a kimura. The Phoenix kicks his legs in pain, while also pulling his lower body closer and closer to the ropes.

Kissens - JC's got a hold of that arm!

Dunn - He's basically just switching between body parts to attack.

Falcoon - It's a good strategy.

Dunn - Hell yeah it is -- this hold right here may end up being enough to finish off The Phoenix.

Finally, The Phoenix drops his left boot across the bottom rope -- breaking the submission hold. JC releases the hold immediately, but keeps a hold of The Phoenix's left arm. He uses it to begin dragging him off of his back, and eventually stands The Phoenix back onto his feet. JC attempts to execute a toe kick towards the stomach of The Phoenix, but he catches the extended right leg of JC. He holds him at his boot while he stands on his left leg, nearly losing his balance. Suddenly The Phoenix brings his right arm up into the back of JC's knee and twirls him to the mat with a dragon screw leg whip. JC rolls back and forth along his back with both of his hands holding his pained right knee, while The Phoenix slowly begins peeling himself off of the canvas right next to him.

Kissens - JC got caught there.

Dunn - And The Phoenix made him pay for it.

He stands to his feet and immediately goes on the offensive. He grabs JC by his hair and begins lifting him from his back, immediately taking him down to the mat as he stands with a drop toe hold. The Phoenix keeps himself on the mat near the legs of JC, and immediately locks in a single legged ankle lock on JC's right leg. He wrenches his leg below the knee, causing a great deal of pain to JC -- who digs his fingertips into the canvas, and claws his way towards the nearest side of the ring. The Phoenix is able to keep a firm hold of JC's leg and drags him back into the center of the ring as he nears the ropes. He rises up to his feet to stand over JC, who presses both of his palms flat down to the canvas. He pushes himself up and spins over onto his back -- with The Phoenix loosening his hold as JC spins himself over, only to regain hold of the right foot of JC. Luckily for him, JC brings his left knee up towards his chest and jabs the sole of his left boot right into The Phoenix's stomach. He lets go of JC's right leg, which allows him time to roll onto his left side and slowly pull himself up gingerly. He eventually rises back to his feet and turns himself to face The Phoenix, who has just pulled his hands from the spot on his stomach that JC kicked.

Falcoon - Both men are up after that exchange!

The two men step forward, raising their arms to lock up -- but JC stops himself short, and instead kicks The Phoenix in the stomach once more. When he bends over, JC reaches over and tucks The Phoenix's upper body to the right side of his body. He wraps both of his arms around The Phoenix's abdomen and lifts him off the mat -- flipping him over onto his back with a gordbuster. The Phoenix immediately sits himself up, holding his lower back with a look of pain draped across his face. Meanwhile, JC pushes himself off of the canvas and rounds behind The Phoenix. He rears his right leg back and shin kicks The Phoenix flush across his back, sending him down to his right side kicking both of his legs in pain.

Dunn - JC is going to tear him apart piece by piece.

Kissens - You have to wonder if The Phoenix can take anymore punishment.

JC steps forward and bends himself forward to grab The Phoenix under his arms, and lifts him back onto his feet. He pushes The Phoenix back-first into the nearest corner. He remains facing him, and brings his right leg up into The Phoenix's abdomen. JC steps back, and brings his right knee directly into his sternum -- causing The Phoenix to cough violently. JC steps back once more, and measures The Phoenix up for a third time. He steps forward with his left leg, and thrusts his right knee upwards -- but The Phoenix catches it. He looks JC's right leg under his knee, and wraps his left arm around the neck of JC. He holds JC in the Capture Suplex position and walks himself out of the corner -- turning his back towards the middle of the ring as he tosses JC over his head. He crashes flat to his back with The Phoenix absorbing little impact as he falls to the canvas from his momentum.

Falcoon - The Phoenix still has a lot of strength in his battered body.

Kissens - There's no doubting that, y'all.

JC holds his back in a great deal of pain, while The Phoenix is a little slow to get back up to his feet. A few seconds pass before he does, and he immediately turns to face the fallen JC. He gets himself within striking distance and drops the sole of his right boot across JC's sternum. This brings JC up to a seated position, with The Phoenix dropping to a knee behind him and locking in a reverse chin lock. Almost immediately JC springs up to his knees and starts picking himself back up to his feet. He finally gets there as The Phoenix transitions the hold into a side headlock. To break free, JC brings a right elbow into the stomach of The Phoenix -- which only loosens his grasp around his neck. JC pulls his right arm through the gap between his body and his opponents, and places his hand on the small of The Phoenix's back. He pushes him off and sends him hobbling towards the ropes. He turns and bounces against them, back-first, but hooks the top rope with both arms to stop himself from running back. JC immediately charges but gets the right boot of The Phoenix brought up into his face once he gets within range.

Dunn - A decently sized boot to JC!

Kissens - I wonder how he likes it!

JC stumbles backwards while The Phoenix peels himself off of the ropes. He presses both of his hands against JC's chest and rushes him backwards against the far set of ropes. He grabs a hold of his right arm, and sends JC into a sprint after an irish whip. JC bounces off the ropes, and The Phoenix drops to his stomach in the middle of the ring -- trying to get JC to hop over him, and continue with his sprint. Instead, JC hooks the top rope with both of his elbows and steps forward. He brings the sole of his right foot down right across the back of The Phoenix's neck. Sending shockwaves of pain down his body, The Phoenix rolls all over the ring in extreme amounts of pain while JC follows closely.

Falcoon - Well, so much for respect.

Dunn - Ultimately Gordie, it's all about winning.

Kissens - And JC's best shot is to go after The Phoenix's weaknesses.

The Phoenix is able to get back up to all fours, but JC is right there -- locking in a front face lock on The Phoenix, and dragging him back to his feet. The Phoenix is able to pull himself away from JC, and catches him with a sharp right hook that backs him off -- while The Phoenix clutches the back of his head. He keeps his attention off of JC long enough that both men can recover. JC does so before The Phoenix, and in turn throws his right foot up towards The Phoenix's head.

Dunn - Big boot of dea--

The Phoenix catches his foot and immediately trips up JC's left leg, causing him to fall to his back. Almost immediately, The Phoenix steps over and hooks a scissored ankle lock around JC's outstretched right leg. The fans give a mixed reaction, basically split down the middle as JC yells in pain while being checked on by the referee.

Falcoon - No! Counter into the Blaze of Glory!

Kissens - JC is in major, major trouble!

JC shakes his head side to side, refusing to give up. He extends both of his arms out in front of him, but he is way too far away to grab the ropes. The Phoenix keeps as much pressure as he can on JC's damaged right leg, as JC tries to drag all of his and his opponents weight towards the ropes. He drags himself a few feet forward, but collapses to the mat -- digging his forehead into the canvas as he tries to fight off the pain. The referee asks JC if he wants to give up, but he refuses -- choosing to lift his head, and again reach for the ropes. He is just about three feet away from the side of the ring with both of his arms outstretched. He pulls his hands in towards his chest and begins clawing his way along the mat once again. The crowd is working themselves into a frenzy at this point, with the pain being so great that JC balls up his right fist and begins knawing on the knuckles to distract himself from the pain.

Dunn - JC needs to get to those ropes.

Falcoon - Especially if he wants to have use of his hand after tonight.

His teeth draw blood, as it streams down his hand, but he still refuses to give up. He extends his left hand, and with the tips of his fingers he rests his hand over the bottom rope -- breaking the hold.

Kissens - What determination by JC.

Falcoon - But he paid the price for it, without question.

The Phoenix releases immediately, and slowly begins picking himself up off of the mat -- still holding the back of his head. JC grabs a hold of the bottom rope and drags his body away from the recovering Phoenix. He hooks the middle rope with his left elbow, and begins climbing upward with help from the ring cables. A dueling chant of "Let's go JC! Let's go Phoenix!" breaks out throughout the crowd, as The Phoenix returns to his feet and sets his sights on JC -- who has just gotten himself up to his knees. Taking a few steps forward, The Phoenix extends both of his hands and grabs two fistfuls of JC's hair. He drags JC the rest of the way off of the canvas, and rests him back first against the ropes.

Dunn - The Phoenix is looking to continue his offense.

The Phoenix grabs a hold of JC's right wrist and pulls him off of the ropes. He attempts to irish whip him across the ring, but JC reverses while keeping a hold of The Phoenix's right hand. Instead of executing an irish whip of his own, he pulls The Phoenix towards him -- and knees him directly in the stomach. Once bent over, JC tucks The Phoenix's head between his legs and immediately bends over.

Dunn - No, come on -- there are other ways to win this thing!

Kissens - He's going to try to kill The Phoenix.

Instead of hooking The Phoenix around his abdomen, JC tucks both of his hands behind the knee caps of The Phoenix. He uses them to pick him straight up into the air and hold him upside down before sitting out and driving The Phoenix down right on top of his head with a Package Piledriver.

Falcoon - GOD DAMNIT!

The arena actually drops silent after being abuzz for so long -- as JC lays exhausted next to the motionless body of The Phoenix.

Dunn - JC apparently calls that The Answer.

Kissens - The Answer to what! There was no need for that, y'all!

The referee checks on both competitors, spending more time with The Phoenix. JC rolls over onto his right side very slowly, as the fans slowly start to come back to life. He presses his right hand down to the mat and hobbles himself back onto both feet -- looking down at The Phoenix who hasn't budged since JC dropped him on his head. JC looks out to the crowd and then makes a thumbs-down gesture before stepping towards The Phoenix.

Falcoon - Just pin him, it's over!

He reaches down and scoops the head of The Phoenix off of the mat. He begins dragging his upper body off of the canvas, but just then The Phoenix wraps JC's head and left leg -- and rolls him over onto his shoulders with a small package.

Dunn - WAIT!

The referee dives in and administers the count. 1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - He got him!

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

JC kicks out a second too late as the fans explode into a loud set of applause.

Falcoon - Huge win for The Phoenix!

Dunn - Unbelievable match. These two put on some spectacle for us.

Kissens - Definitely, y'all.

The Phoenix returns to his feet and has his hand raised by the referee. The fans are going nuts as they cheer for him, while JC rolls himself out of the ring.

Dunn - Lets just hope that The Phoenix is in good enough shape to perform up to his ability at the Pay Per View.

The fans chant "Thank you both! Thank you both!" as The Phoenix exits the ring, holding the back of his head in an intense amount of pain.

Falcoon - I guess we're only going to find out by waiting until Sunday.

Kissens - But on a high note, somewhere CJ is smiling knowing that JC isn't advancing.

Dunn - Even if it's up from hell.

As The Phoenix begins heading up the ramp, the camera feed cuts back to the parking garage of the Izod Center. A limo pulls up and parks immediately. The camera pans down the stretch limo to the back doors and when the door opens, Miss Stephanie comes out of the vehicle. The crowd pops at the appearance of the newest WoW for the OWF. The crowd let's out a even bigger pop when Porta Prince, sans the Caribbean Title, steps out of the limo. Just when Porta and Stephanie are about to move, Tyler Taylor pops into the shot with a microphone in front of Porta's face.

Tyler Taylor - Porta, Porta!!

Porta Prince - What the hell you want Taylor?

Tyler Taylor - Well, Somoza addressed the fans earlier today and....

Porta takes off his gucci shades and unmasks a stern look on his face.

Porta Prince - Yeah?? Well just what did good ol' Somoza say??

Tyler Taylor - Well.....he was talkin' about how you guys been friends for years and--

Porta Prince - Look, look, look Tyler.....whatever Somoza says is the opinion of Somoza....not the thoughts and ideas of Porta Prince.

Tyler Taylor - Really?? So if that's the case you wouldn't like the fact that he publicly apologized for the way you've been acting??

Porta Prince - WHAT?!?

Porta turns to Miss Stephanie.

Porta Prince - Did you hear that shit??

Tyler Taylor - AND, AND....he also said that the next time we see you, you'll be your normal self.

Porta takes a second to collect his thoughts. He cracks a smile, places his shades back on and begins on his rant.

Porta Prince - You see, Somoza was right about one thing.....Here I am.....in the flesh. Porta Prince, the Haitian powerhouse that has dominated the OWF in less than a year!! Your FORMER.....

Porta cringes as he let's out that word.

Porta Prince - OWF Caribbean and Tears Tag Team Champion. The man who is going to walk into Quest for the Best and be crowned The Best of 2009. I am also the man that told Somoza to stay out of my business. What Porta does on Porta's time is Porta's business, plain and simple. When me and Miss Stephanie wanna play hide the saus--

Miss Stephanie - PORTA!!!

Porta Prince - Uh....oops, sorry babe....my bad...

Porta kisses a pouty-faced Miss Stephanie on the cheek before continuing on.

Porta Prince - Just look at it like this....Porta Prince is doin' what Porta Prince has to do, and Vernon Somoza is doing what Vernon Somoza has to do. It's as simple as that Tyler boy.

Tyler Taylor - So there's no animosity between you two??

Porta lowers his shades and gives Taylor a confused look.

Porta Prince - Animosity?? I don't have time for animosity, I'm too busy takin' care of business.....Let's go, Steph, time is money baby!!

Miss Stephanie grabs Porta's arm as they walk into the main entrance of the Izod Center.

Dunn - He completely dodged that question.

Falcoon - I can't blame him if he does hold Somoza responsible for his title loss.

Kissens - And by dodging the question, I suppose we got our answer y'all.

The camera cuts to another point backstage, where Somoza is seen watching the monitor in disbelief and disgust as Porta makes his remarks.

Vernon Somoza - What do you mean? Who is that? Who is that pompous arrogant bastard? That is not Porter. What happened to the guy I got into the business with? When the hell did he become a mark for himself.

Somoza's confused face turns into a scowl.

Vernon Somoza - I know who’s fault this is. This isn’t my fault, its not even Porta’s fault. Hell its not even that rat's fault. It’s Lopes’ fault! Ever since Porta and him started beef’n he became something different. He became every thing we said we would never be. Come on camera man. I am going to get to the root of the problem. Lopes is the reason all this happened. This isn’t going to be some cheesy vignette, or weekly installments I am going to find Lopes and he is going to answer me and tell me what he did to my boy.

Somoza stands up throws open the door and proceeds down the hallway till he comes to a door that says Lopes. He bangs on the door

Vernon Somoza - Lopes! LOPES! Open the door

Ray looks at the door strangely.

Ray Lopes - What the hell?!

Lopes turns the door knob and starts opening the door when Somoza shoves the door and Lopes jumps back to avoid the incoming door.

Ray Lopes - What the fuck do you want?

Somoza starts shouting at him.

Vernon Somoza - You did this to him! You turned him into this arrogant jerk!

Ray Lopes - Come again?

Vernon Somoza - I want you to explain it to me and the world. I brought the camera with me because you owe all of the El Plaga fans everywhere an explanation as to why the hell Porta Prince has become a primadonna and all of sudden has issues with me.

Ray Lopes - Are you fucking serious? You were bangin on my door for this bullshit? You think it's my fault you and Wyclef are breaking up? You can't possibly be serious! I'm getting ready to watch Spaz and Jesse Williams go at it so I can see who I'm gonna face next round and you're in my face asking me about this bullshit? Get the fuck outta here!

Vernon Somoza - Lopes you know what I don’t care anymore. I don’t know what you did but you are going to undo it. If you don’t then you are going to pay for your treachery. The blood will be on your hands for the break up of the best Tag Team OWF had and that my friend I will not forgive you for. This is not over, no its not over by a long shot. You think what Porta and you had got bad, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Remember Lopes FUn Can Kill YOU.

Somoza turns around and walks out.

Vernon Somoza - Get the camera off me, I’m done with this for now. All my surgeons stay tuned because this is not over. It has just begun.

Vernon walks off as the feed cuts back to the announcers booth. All three members of the announce team stare right into the camera.

Dunn - This is getting intense.

Kissens - It's like a love triangle, y'all.

Falcoon - Poor Somoza, he just wants his friend back.

Dunn - It may be too late for that.

The camera pans to the right as Missy Janson pushes her chair away from the time keepers table, and stands to her feet. She grabs the microphone off the wooden table and turns to head for the steel ring steps.

Falcoon - We'll have to watch all three men in their Quarterfinal Matches at Quest For The Best.

Kissens - And now we get to find out the final advancing superstar.

Missy skips up the steel steps and makes her way onto the ring apron.

Dunn - Along with who will also walk into QFTB defending the OWF and NLW Titles.

Falcoon - First time the OWF Title has been defended on Addiction in almost a year.

Kissens - So let's send it off to Missy so we can get this one started.

Missy enters the ring and walks directly to the center of the squared circle -- looking out into the packed crowd as she raise the micophone up to her lips.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen it is time for the Main Event of the evening and it a First Round Match in the 2009 Quest For The Best Tournament!

The fans explode into a round of cheers, sending their full attention towards Missy as she stands in the middle of the ring.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one-fall under Normal Rules -- with no Time Limit, and it is for both the OWF and NLW World Heavyweight Championships. Along with that, the winner of the match moves on to the Quarterfinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament.

The fans quiet themselves to hear the formal introductions.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Seattle, Washington... "The Misfit" Spaz!

The lights go out and the opening cords to Drain the Blood by The Distillers blares over the PA. They lights come on dim and the silouette of a figure stands on the stage. The figure turns his head and reveals himself to be "The Misfit" Spaz. The lights come back on fully and the crowd begins to roar. Spaz is wearing his leather jacket with a Misfits sweater, and his hair in Liberty Spikes as he makes his way to the ring. Fire pyro begins to engulf the stage and Spaz walks through the fire till he gets to the ring. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring via the middle rope. He removes the jacket and reveals "Legacy of Brutality" on the right sleeve of the sweater. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso.

Falcoon - Spaz has a chance to knock off the Champion right here and now.

Kissens - He has a tall task ahead of him.

Falcoon - He has proved once before that anything can happen in the OWF.

Dunn - Williams won't let himself become another Draco.

Spaz then stands in his corner awaiting action, while Missy lifts the microphone back up to her lips.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada... He is the current reigning OWF and NLW World Heavyweight Champion... Jesse Williams!

The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distored guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in. The second verse of "Motel of the White Locust" by glassJAw hits the PA System.

Now I kiss up to God, my fists and I pray to keep my head.
Though I like your pretty eyes better blackened,
And my fists all fucking red.

Through sickness and health, I've kissed up to God.
Two years, I have focused..
On the cameos made by the tiger in the valley of the fucking locust.

Who could ever..
Who the fuck could ever..
Take the place of me?
Who could ever..
Who the fuck could ever..
No one can the place of me.

After the chorus, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back- with the NLW World Heavyweight Championship draped over his right shoulder, and the OWF World Heavyweight Championship strapped around his waist. The lights come back up to a normal setting, shining upon the entire arena. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings. The fans boo him mercilessly as he walks down the ramp, keeping his eyes set on the ring. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in.

Wipe off your mouth!
Get up off your knees, and make me your god!

Who could ever,
Who the fuck could ever?
It's sexual debauchery you fucking cunt, you fucking whore, you cost what you're worth.

He slides into the ring, directly under the bottom rope, immediately holding his arms up high. The fans keep on him, letting him know exactly how much they hate him. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He backs into his corner, with a wide smile upon his face.

Followed by a boy like this,
Reignited by all your visits.
As long as your mouth is shut,
You'll still be fucking beautiful.

The song ends abruptly and Williams begins to stretch his upper body, using the ropes to get himself prepared. The referee approaches him and Jesse hands him the NLW Title first -- then unstraps the OWF Championship from around his waist. He also hands the belt to the referee, who moves to the center of the ring and holds up both belts high above his head.

Dunn - I got Jesse winning this whole deal.

Falcoon - Really? Bold statement.

Dunn - Every time I doubt him he comes back to make sure I get kicked in the ass.

The referee hands the belts to Missy who exits the ring, and returns to her seat at the time keepers table. Once seated, the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Jesse Williams bursts out of his corner as the bell rings and he brings his right boot up -- connecting with a running yakuza kick right to Spaz's face that knocks him down to his back. Williams wastes no time as he bends over and grabs a handful of Spaz's hair -- using it to drag his opponent back up to his feet. Regaining his senses as he stands, Spaz swings wildly with his right arm but Williams ducks the hooking fist with ease. He ducks behind Spaz, hooking him under his extended right arm and holding him in a half-nelson. He tosses Spaz nearly clear across the ring, slamming him down upon his head and neck with a thunderous Half Nelson Suplex.

Falcoon - Man, Williams is on fire tonight.

Spaz lays on his stomach after flipping on top of it, looking near the point of losing consciousness. Jesse, who lays upon his back on the mat, performs a kip up and holds his arms out towards the crowd. He receives a smattering of boo's from the crowd as he approaches Spaz and reaches down to hook him under both of his arms. Jesse drags Spaz up to his feet and pushes him backwards towards the ropes -- leaning his back up against them to keep him standing. Williams squares his body off to Spaz and swings his right arm forward -- bringing his flexed forearm right across Spaz's open mouth. Williams flows into a short left jab to the abdomen of Spaz, and takes a step back following the contact.

Dunn - He won't let up.

Kissens - He's trying to prove a point I suppose.

Dunn - We get how good he is. He doesn't have to show it all the time.

Jesse then whips his right foot up off the mat, and connects with a chilling roundhouse kick to the left side of Spaz's face. Using his momentum from the kick, Williams plants his right foot on the canvas and spins himself around completely -- cocking his right arm back behind his ear as he does so. Once he is facing Spaz again, the point of Jesse Williams' right elbow connects with the left temple of Spaz -- and drops him like a sack of potatoes with a roaring elbow.

Dunn - ... Damn.

Williams doesn't waste a second as he reaches down and grabs Spaz by his right wrist. He drags him away from the ropes and parallel to one of the corners. Once Williams has him in place, Jesse bounds up to the top rope with a single leap and turns himself around to face the barely conscious Spaz. Williams gestures for the Swanton Bomb, but turns it into a double-middle finger salute to the crowd.

Kissens - He's gonna hit the Swanton.

Instead of flipping off of the top rope, Jesse leaps straight off of the top rope and he brings his knees up towards his chest. He propels himself towards towards Spaz and at the last second extends his legs with all of his might -- double stomping Spaz right across his chest, from the top rope.

Falcoon - He just broke something! I heard a snap!

Dunn - Spaz may have made a big mistake signing up for this tournament.

Kissens - No, really? You think?

Jesse stares down at Spaz who has begun to cough up blood onto the canvas. The fans have dropped silent as a smile is draped across Williams' face. He looks out to the crowd and makes a throat-cutting gesture with his extended left thumb before turning his attention to his motionless opponent.

Dunn - Alright, this is a little too much.

Jesse bends down and grabs two handfuls of Spaz's hair -- lifting his upper body off the mat, holding up his entire weight. Williams gets a better grasp under Spaz's left arm and finally pulls him onto his knees. Jesse chooses to leave him there for a second, and steps back while shifting to the side -- bringing his right shoulder towards Spaz. Out of nowhere Williams bursts forward and superkicks the kneeling Spaz -- knocking teeth out of his mouth, and sending blood all over the canvas and even the bottom of Jesse's boot.

Falcoon - What the FUCK!

Kissens - Excuse me, I have to vomit.

Dunn - Me first.

Spaz collapses to his back while Jesse looks at the bottom of his right foot, which is covered in Spaz's blood. He presses the sole of his boot to Spaz's chest, effectively pinning him while the referee slides in to make the count. 1... 2... 3...

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, moving on to the Quarterfinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament -- and STILL OWF World Heavyweight and NLW World Heavyweight Champion... Jesse Williams!

Kissens - Jesus christ.

Dunn - I told you, it's a safe pick.

Falcoon - I may be joining you on that one, James.

Williams wipes the bottom of his boot on Spaz's chest -- removing the blood from the sole as the referee goes to retreive the Championship belts. He grabs them from Missy and hands them to Jesse before raising his arms high in the air -- receiving a smattering of boo's.

Dunn - You have to seriously wonder, who is going to stop Jesse Williams?

Kissens - No one has so far.

Falcoon - There are plenty of guys ready to step up, Jesse will not have an easy night come Sunday.

Kissens - There's no doubt about that, y'all.

Williams turns to the live camera positioned on the ring apron and yells as loudly as possible so the audio picks him up.

Jesse Williams - One down.

He smiles and darts out of the ring while EMT's rush in to check on Spaz. Jesse immediately heads for the ramp and dodges a few pieces of garbage flung his way. He doesn't stop at the top of the ramp, instead he chooses to disappear through the curtains.

Kissens - And he's still as confident as ever, y'all.

Dunn - There's seriously no doubt about that.

The feed cuts back to the ring, where the EMT's have Spaz loaded onto a gurney.

Falcoon - He has every right to be.

Kissens - We'll see at Quest For The Best.

Falcoon - That is when we will see you next. Goodnight from East Rutherford, New Jersey!

The feed cuts to the OWF logo, and then to black.

The feed cuts out of black, to the back halls of the Izod Center, where a slightly chunky man with French-Canadian features is walking with a group of scantily clad women.

Falcoon - Who the hell is that?

Dunn - That's OWF Network reporter Marc Levesque. Don't you pay attention to anything?

Falcoon - ...

Kissens - I think what Gordie is trying to say is that he hates you, James.

Levesque and the group of women stride purposefully through the hallway as Marc mutters to himself.

Marc Levesque - No wonder all the wrestlers spend so much time back here... can't find my way around... where the hell is Jesse?

One of the women interrupts his musing and points at a door with an enormous gold star on it with the words "JESSE WILLIAMS" written inside.

Prostitute #1 - Maybe he's there?

Sure enough, the door opens and Jesse's head pops out. He looks both ways, then takes off down the hall, determination in every step.

Marc Levesque - Excuse me, Mr. Williams?

Jesse doesn't stop walking, but barely acknowledges the young Bostonian following after him with a bevy of whores.

Jesse Williams - What do you want? The autograph session was before the show.

Marc Levesque - Wouldn't you like to relax after your match?

Jesse Williams - That's what I'm going to do.

Marc Levesque - I mean, like, RELAX. With a few women.

Jesse Williams - I don't think I get what you mean.

Marc Levesque - Let me spell it out for you. I have all these prostitutes here with me for a reason.

Jesse Williams - Because you can't get a date?

Marc Levesque - Because you're The Crucifix's next target, and we need to draw him out!

Williams stops in his tracks and looks at Marc and the assortment of ass accompanying him quizzically.

Jesse Williams - You think that guy who crucified Piter is after me?

Marc Levesque - Yes!

Jesse Williams - Why?

Marc Levesque - Because you're Lust!

Jesse Williams - Wait, I'm Lust?

Looking relieved that Williams finally realizes the gravity of the situation, Levesque continues.

Marc Levesque - YES!

Jesse Williams - I can't be Wrath? He did that really cool signature move... I could turn that into a J-Dubz Driver, you know.

And with that, Jesse turns on his heels and throws the back door of the arena open with Marc and whores still in tow. Jesse pushes the door open, while his “entourage” follows him outside. Suddenly Jesse, turns around to face Marc and his herd of ho’s.

Jesse Williams – Listen…who ever you are…I am not interested in your hookers. Just take your pack of harpies and leave me alone.

Marc Levesque - Well…I’m a little short on cash…do you think you could…you know..

Jesse Williams – What? Pay for them anyways?

Marc Levesque – Well..yea…I did hire them for you and all that…

Jesse Williams – But I’m not even going to do anything with them…

Marc Levesque – I’m sorry? Hang on…what’s that…

Williams follows his eyes down to where they had just walked out. A single red rose with a note attached to it lies forgotten on the ground. Williams pushes his way forward, back towards the doorway.

Jesse Williams - …What the?

Williams looks over at Levesque, who shakes his head. Behind him, the whores are all jostling to get a better view of what’s happening. Williams crouches down, and notices that the note is actually a greeting card from a local florist. Williams pulls the card off. It has a pink design sketched across the top, mixed in with flowers. But that isn’t even the disturbing part…written across the top…in curvy pink letters, reads.

“Thinking of you.”

Jesse holds the card in shaking hands, as Levesque moves closer, and begins to read over his shoulder. Written in curious hand writing…and apparently in someone’s blood…it reads...

“Look up.”

Underneath the cursive writing, there was no signature. Just a small cross in its place. Jesse slowly but deliberately moves his eyes upwards…and hanging from the exhaust pipe coming out of the roof is another wooden cross. Lashed to it, hangs Plague. Just like Piter, his shirt is ripped over at the front exposing his bare chest, but instead of reading “Sloth”…

Jesse Williams – Envy…

Jesse turns the rose and card over in his hands, all the while shaking his head. With that the broadcast is ended with the OWF logo spinning onto the screen.