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Falcoon - Well folks, we are onto our third hour on a very somber note. Kissens - I suppose, I bet a lot of people were glad to see JC hung up there. Dunn - This Crucifix guy needs to be caught and punished. The feed cuts back to the time keepers table as Missy Janson stands herself up from her steel chair, with a microphone in hand. She steps towards the nearest corner and slowly ascends the steel ring steps -- eventually making her way onto the ring apron. Falcoon - He just wants us to focus on him, and not the course of events here tonight. Dunn - That ain't happening. Kissens - Not with all of this action here tonight. She enters the ring through the ropes, and makes her way to the absolute center of it. She turns and faces the live set of cameras as the fans cheer her prescence. Dunn - And speaking of action, we've got our Semifinal Matches up first. Kissens - Both of which are between competitors with no love lost between them. As Missy Janson lifts the microphone up to her lips, the fans quiet down to hear the introductions for the first Semifinal Match. Missy Janson - The next match-up is a Pure Rules Match, scheduled for a one-fall. There is no time limit, a three rope break maximum and no moves are allowed off of the top rope. It is a Semifinal Round Matchup in the Quest For The Best Tournament! A loud applause comes from the crowd as their level of anticipation rises. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Plague! The arena goes still as the lights go black and a spot light shines on the entrance ramp. It reveals a man standing alone a guitar slung in front of him, wearing a black leather trenchcoat. PLAGUE STANDS ALONE! The figure turns around and slides the pick up the guitar string, creating a loud screech of feedback throughout the arena. 1, 2, 3, 4! AWWWWHHHHA FUCKIN HOSTILE!! The pyros flash behind Plague, creating a wall of sparks and smoke. He begins his way down to the ring, sliding the guitar behind him. The words the PLAGUE HAS STRUCK appear individually on the jumbotron behind him. Almost every day, I see the same face He stops halfway down to the ring and smiles at the crowd, before pulling his shades off and sprinting forward leaping up onto the apron and turns back towards the entrance and jumbotron. It now shows Plague's greatest feats in OWF, ASW and other feds. To see, to bleed, cannot be taught He walks along the apron and climbs onto the right turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd, before stretching his arms out, holding his guitar in his left hand and his right balled into a fist. The truth in right and wrong Plague seamless leaps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the a corner of the ring awaiting the bell as his music fades away into the last chorus. To see, to bleed, cannot be taught Dunn - Plague looks ready for anything. Falcoon - He better be, because his opponent is going to throw everything he has at him. Missy lifts the microphone back up to her lips and begins to speak into it to announce the second competitor. Missy Janson - And his opponent, hailing from Dallas, Texas... EJ Slayer! "Binge and Purge" by Clutch 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, entering into the ring.
His music fades out as he backs into his corner. Missy exits the ring as the referee calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) As the match starts, both men slowly approach the middle of the ring and engage in a staredown. Plague reaches out his hand and smacks Slayer across the face -- causing EJ to lose it, as he tackles Plague down to the mat. He mounts him and begins wailing away at his face with strike after strike -- Plague basically unable to do anything to stop it. Finally Slayer steps off of Plague, but reaches down to clutch him by his hair with his right hand as he leads him back up to his feet. He immediately tugs Plague forward, and hooks him into a front face lock momentarily -- before falling back and driving Plague's forehead right into the mat with a snap DDT. Once he hits the mat, he transitions the front face lock into a side headlock as Slayer again begins to lead Plague back up to his feet. Dunn - So far its all Slayer. Falcoon - It's still just the beginning stages of the match. Kissens - Yeah, but that usually determines who remains in control. He keeps the hold synched in tight, while Plague does everything in his power to free himself. To counter that, EJ digs the fingernails of his left hand into Plague's eyes and rakes downward -- drawing the attention of the referee. He warns Slayer who smiles as he spins around, releasing the headlock but isolating Plague's left arm into a hammerlock behind his back. He only holds it there for a second, as he moves forward to lock in a full-nelson on his opponent. With ease he throws Plague over his head and drops him right on the back of his head with a release Dragon Suplex. EJ rolls right back up to his feet, as he sees Plague roll over onto his stomach -- but flop his right foot over the bottom rope, by complete coincidence. Kissens - That's gotta hurt, y'all. Dunn - EJ is a very strong man, and someone you don't want to be dropped on your head by. Slayer quickly moves in and grabs a hold of Plagues head, locking in a front chancery around his neck -- which the referee immediately breaks with Plague's foot on the ropes. Dunn - One rope break for Plague. Falcoon - He really is going to need them when the end of this match comes. EJ backs off into the center of the ring while Plague rolls himself onto his back, and finds himself at the feet of Slayer yet again. The big man stands over Plague and sits out, extending his legs looking for a short leg drop. Plague rolls out of the way just in time, causing Slayer to drive his tail bone into the unforgiving mat. Plague spins around and delivers a shin kick right onto EJ Slayer’s jaw, causing his head to snap back as a wad of spit flies from his mouth. Plague jumps to his feet and leaves Slayer, choosing to turn towards the corner and scale the top rope. As he reaches the top with his back to the ring he raises his hands to the crowd. He flips backwards, attempting a moonsault -- but what Plague doesn’t know, is that he had taken too long and Slayer has already stood up. Plague realizes his mistake just as he’s looking at Slayer upside down -- with Slayer rushing forward and snagging the flipping Plague out of the air like he was a rag doll. Falcoon - Good thing that one didn't happen, because it would have been over. Dunn - Silly Plague, moves from the top rope are for the previous round. Using his own momentum Slayer slams him to his back, and Plague's body crumples upon imact to the mat from the front powerslam, and a mouthful of blood erupts out of his mouth along with all the air from his lungs. Plague tries to roll away, holding his rib cage in pain while blood drips from his mouth. Slayer walks up very deliberately, and smashes a hard kick into the damaged rib cage of Plague. Followed by another sharp kick, and then a third -- all of which find their mark. Plague winces in pain, and pulls himself away from the boots -- but not fast enough to get away from Slayer’s large right hand grabbing a fistful of his hair and dragging him up to his feet. Slayer quickly bends Plague over and tucks his head between his legs, looking for a powerbomb -- but when Slayer hoists his opponent upwards, Plague jumps casuing his body to flip over. He slides over the shoulder of Slayer, and as he rolls down his back he lays out -- executing a falling neckbreaker on Slayer to finish the counter-maneuver. The crowd begins to cheer loudly at the amazing reversal they just saw. Kissens - Plague is incredibly lucky to get himself out of that one. Falcoon - Slayer had no idea that was even coming. Both men lie motionless in the ring, with Plague being the first to show signs of movement as he begins to stir. He claws his way towards the ropes, hooking his right arm over the middle rope at his elbow, and drag his way to his knees. He steps out onto the apron, but the referee warns him of the consequences. He steps back into the ring as to not lose the match on a technicality, and swings his body around -- driving the point of his right elbow down into EJ's face. He immediately covers him, with the referee sliding in to make the count. 1... 2... Slayer thrusts his left shoulder up, with not a moment to spare. Dunn - I like Plague's thinking, but somewhere in that mind of his he has to know that EJ won't go down that easy. Falcoon - He's trying to keep the pressure on the best he can. Kissens - Keeping Slayer on the defensive is probably going to help more than hinder his progress, y'all. Plague’s body flops off of Slayer’s, and lies still on the mat directly next to him -- still holding his rib cage in pain. After a few moments the two of them begin to stir again, and start their struggle to return to their feet. Slayer is the first one up, surprisingly, and ties up Plague in a collar and elbow tie-up -- before isolating his left arm, and sending him flying into a full sprint towards the opposite side of the ring. Plague turns, hitting into the ropes back-first, and charges back at his waiting opponent. As he returns, EJ dips down and scoops Plague from the mat -- spinning himself over and hitting a huge powerslam on the rebound. Slayer grabs Plague by the hair and drags him across the ring -- laying his right foot over the bottom rope, and laying over his prone body. The referee doesn't even count, administering Plague's second rope break as EJ rises up with a smile on his face -- holding up two fingers. Falcoon - Now Plague only has one rope break left. Dunn - Slayer has been using the rules of this match to outsmart his opponent. Falcoon - And now he's forced to switch up his gameplan. EJ immediately reaches down and grabs Plague by his hair, leading him up to his knees. He slowly drags his opponent upwards, when Plague bursts back up to the soles of his feet -- and clutches EJ around the back of his head with both hands. He drops to his knees while tucking the top of his head under Slayer's jaw, executing a textbook jawbreaker as Slayer drops down to his knees. Kissens - Nice counter by Plague! Plague struggles back up to his feet as EJ Slayer pushes himself up from his knees almost instantaneously. He approaches his opponent cautiously and grabs Slayer around his head, leading him all the way back to a standing position. Once facing one another, Plague steps forward and hits Slayer with an open palm strike to his mouth -- slightly dazing Slayer, as he leaves himself open to a jab right to his stomach. As he doubles-over slightly Plague plants his left foot on the inside of EJ's right thigh -- kicking his right leg up towards his opponent's head. He delivers the step-up enziguri, crushing his right foot against the side of EJ's head and dropping him down to his knees. Without thinking twice, Plague shifts his body and turns his back to the kneeling EJ Slayer. He takes off into a full-sprint, heading towards the set of ropes that his opponent is facing. Plague turns, hitting the ropes with his back, and bounces right back into a full-on charge right at Slayer. Dunn - This isn't going to be good for Slayer! Getting within a few feet of Slayer, Plague leaps into the air and flips over his kneeling adversary -- grabbing EJ around his neck as he flies over him. As Plague hits the mat, he bends Slayer's body backwards at his knees and drives the back of Slayer's head to the mat -- executing the low-angle, flipping neckbreaker. Falcoon - What innovation! Kissens - He's trying to keep the big man down the best he can, y'all. The fans cheer Plague's actions while Slayer lays upon his back, clutching either side of his head in pain. Plague takes his time in rolling onto his right side, and just a moment later pulls himself back up to his feet -- shooting a glare down to his opponent, who is on his way towards returning to his feet. Plague stops his progress with a firm stomp to Slayer's side, then rounds down towards EJ's legs. He grabs a hold of EJ around his right foot and twists it while trying to apply an ankle lock. He is able to do, but EJ reaches his arms out and grabs the nearby bottom rope -- forcing the referee to step in and force a break of the hold. Falcoon - One ropebreak for Slayer, now. Having used up his first ropebreak, Slayer makes sure to utilize it the best he can -- using his great upper-body strength to to pull himself from the mat with the help of the ropes. Eventually EJ grabs a hold of the top rope and stands himself back up onto his left foot, and pulls his right leg free from Plague's clutches. Without warning his opponent steps forward and wraps both of his arms around Slayer's midsection, holding him in a reverse waistlock. Within seconds Plague rolls backwards and somersaults EJ back over onto his shoulders -- with Plague bridging his back to raise his shoulders from the canvas. As he does so the referee dives in to make the count. 1... 2... Slayer powers out of the pinning perdicament, and flops over onto his stomach -- while Plague immediately begins to regain his footing while standing himself back up. Kissens - Another close call there. Falcoon - Plague is getting back on track now, using his speed and agility to get the upper hand over his adversary. The fans are firmly behind Plague now, who seems to be energized by the crowd's reaction. He positions himself behind EJ, waiting patiently for his opponent to return to his feet. When EJ gets up to his knees, Plague shifts his body to the side and turns his right shoulder to face Slayer -- watching his opponent slowly getting back up to his feet. Kissens - Soon it's going to come down to who wants it more. Dunn - Or who has the most gas left in them. As Plague moves towards Slayer, he has his arm grabbed and he is taken down with an armdrag takedown. EJ rolls Plague all the way over onto his stomach, and sits down upon Plague's right shoulder blade -- pulling his fully extended right arm up towards the rafters between his legs. The referee dives in, checking on Plague who is shaking his head from side to side. Slayer keeps wrenching Plague's arm as far up as he can -- which allows Plague to move his entire body closer to the ropes. Falcoon - He's gonna use up his final break! Dunn - He'd be smart to save it. He stops himself, and instead is able to squeeze his arm out of the grasp of EJ Slayer -- sending his opponent stumbling forward. Plague clutches his arm in a lot of pain, while the referee steps back to watch both competitors. EJ turns himself back around and grabs Plague by his weakened right arm, and stands him back up to his feet. He tugs Plague's right arm around behind his back, and grasps it with his right hand into a greco-roman knuckle lock. He slides his left hand around Plague's neck, and uses the strength of his right hand to flip Plague up and eventually slam him down onto his right arm with a scoop slam -- his own weight crashing down upon his trapped arm as it is pinned underneath his back, to the mat. Kissens - Slayer, again, with another calculated maneuver. Dunn - He's picking Plague apart whenever he gets a chance. Falcoon - Plague is doing more than hanging with him, though. Plague immediately shakes his arm, trying to get some feeling back into it while sitting back up to his rear -- while Slayer moves in from behind, and drops to his right knee. He drives the knee cap of his left right into Plague's spine, keeping it there as he butterflies both of Plague's arms behind his back. Slayer wrenches back with all of his might, applying a severe amount of pressure to Plague's back as the referee steps in to check on Plague -- again. Plague ignores him, using whatever strength he has left to pull his arms back to their normal position. As he does so, he is able to lift himself up to his right knee with EJ Slayer managing to keep a loose grip on both of his arms. After a bit of a struggle, Plague returns to his feet and walks with EJ right behind him -- still trapped in his clutches. He heads for one of the corners, but instead of securing his final rope break -- Plague walks up the turnbuckle pads, one rope at a time. Once stepping up to the top he flips backwards over the head of EJ Slayer -- finally freeing his arms from his clutches as he lands directly behind his opponent. Once his feet hit the mat, Plague springs right back up and dropkicks Slayer on the back of his head -- sending him stumbling into the corner. Dunn - Nice move by Plague. Kissens - He's very lucky to get out of that, y'all. Falcoon - Slayer is strong enough that he could have ripped Plague's arms clear off. The rebound bounces him out of it, as the two men collide with their heads connecting -- and they both fall down to the canvas. The fans roars as Plague has freed himself, but Slayer is the first to begin stirring. He picks himself up to his knees and circles towards the middle of the ring as he gets back onto his feet. Slayer watches as Plague pushes himself up very slowly, and eventually joins him on his feet. Falcoon - They're both back up! Kissens - Neither man will say die! The two men square off in the center of the ring with both competitors lifting their hands in front of their faces. EJ sets off the encounter with a blunt right jab to Plague's face -- snapping his head back, and exposing his chin. Slayer brings a hooking left fist to Plague's jaw, keeping him on the defensive as he covers both sides of his head with his forearms. This allows Slayer to bring a stunning right knee up into Plague's stomach -- knocking the wind from his lungs for a moment. His opponent steps forward and tucks Plague's head between his legs -- with EJ hooking both of his arms around Plague's midsection, and grasping his hands under his stomach. EJ Slayer hoists Plague straight up over his head, holding Plague by his arms in a crucifix over his back. Somehow Plague wiggles free and slides down Slayer's back. He lands on his feet behind EJ, forcing both men to turn around to confront each other yet again. Falcoon - Nice counter there by Plague. As he swings around, EJ thrusts his extended right arm at Plague's head. He is able to duck the clothesline attempt and duck behind Slayer's back yet again. As Slayer turns back around he is met with a stiff kick from the sole Plague's right boot. He bends over, holding his stomach while Plague spins around and whips a shin kick to the exposed chest of his opponent -- standing EJ straight up. Trying to take the bigger man down, Plague whips his right arm toward, and connects with, the chest of EJ Slayer with a clothlesline -- but Slayer doesn't budge. Plague steps back, a bit stunned, and goes for a second clothesline but a still-dazed Slayer ducks under Plague's swinging right arm. As he does so he tucks his head under Plague's right armpit, with his free left hand clutching Plague by his waistband. He lifts his opponent, and throws him over his head -- sending him down right onto the back of his head. Following the impact of the Exploder Suplex, EJ Slayer immediately pushes himself off the canvas while Plague rocks back and forth in a load of pain. The fans fall silent as Slayer turns towards Plague, then reaches down to grab two handful's of his hair. He slowly begins dragging his opponent up to his knees, and strong-arms Plague back to a standing position. Without a moment of hesitation, Slayer quickly grabs Plague with his right arm -- hooking him under his chin. He sweeps out Plague's legs with his right leg, and begins to spin him around -- but Plague is able to counter as he flops around and lands on his feet behind Slayer. Falcoon - Almost hit him with The Violent End there. Dunn - And that would have spelt disaster for Plague. Slayer immediately turns around, while Plague shifts his body to the side -- thrusting his right foot up towards EJ's chin. His adversary is unable to duck out of the way, and absorbs the full-impact of the devastating Superkick under his jaw. EJ topples over, and Plague nearly falls out of his balanced stance from his own momentum. The fans explode into a round of cheers as Plague drops to his knees, and collapses into a lateral press over EJ's midsection. Kissens - Plague hit the Vaccine! Falcoon - EJ's out! The referee dives in and makes the count. 1... 2... At the last second, EJ Slayer reaches his right arm out and grabs the ropes -- casuing a break. The fans sigh while Plague stands up, and begins to argue with the official. Dunn - Don't argue. Stay on him! Falcoon - Now EJ only has one ropebreak left! Plague keeps his back to his opponent, while Slayer casually pulls himself up with help from the ropes. He finally gets up to his feet, holding his chin in pain while lining Plague up in his sights. As Plague finishes his heated conversation with the referee, he slowly turns himself around -- but steps right into a one-armed clutch by Slayer. EJ sweeps out his opponents legs, swinging Plague around and driving him down right onto the back of his neck. Dunn - This time he hit The Violent End! Kissens - That's gotta be it! EJ immediately crawls over Plague's body, while the referee dives down to the mat and makes the count. 1... 2... Somehow, Plague kicks his right foot over the bottom rope -- breaking up the count yet again. Kissens - I can't believe he had enough strength to even do that! Dunn - It may cost him... Falcoon - That's his last rope break, but he didn't have much of a choice! A very frustrated EJ Slayer stands himself up, and lifts the nearly unconscious Plague up to a seated position. From behind, Slayer lifts his right arm into the air and locks in a katahajime -- choking the life from Plague. Dunn - That's the same move he choked out Mason with! Falcoon - We've been informed he calls it The Stranglehold. Plague kicks his legs, but avoids the ropes as to not end the match. EJ falls back, and wraps both of his legs around Plague's body -- scissoring it tightly, and leaving Plague nowhere to go. He taps out, as the referee calls for the bell and EJ immediately releases the hold. Kissens - He gave it up! Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and moving on to the Finals of the Quest For The Best Tournament... EJ Slayer! Falcoon - He had to. Dunn - If he didn't, he may have lost a lot more than this match. Kissens - Either way, we have our first Semifinalist. Falcoon - And it's one man certainly capable of winning this whole damn thing. Slayer stands himself up, and this time forces the referee to raise his hand in the middle of the ring -- with the fans exploding into a chorus of boo's. Kissens - Now Slayer is set up for a rematch with one of two men he has lost to before. Falcoon - Don't count him out for a second, he's a serious threat to The Phoenix or Jesse Williams. EJ Slayer leaves the ring, while Plague coughs in the center of the squared circle -- with the referee checking on him as he rolls out of the ring, as well. Kissens - Poor Plague, he worked his ass off. Dunn - Yeah, but he just comes up short every time something big is on the line. Slayer treks up the steel ramp, ignoring the booing crowd and eventually disappearing behind the curtain. Meanwhile, Plague gets back to his senses and rounds the ring to head towards the ramp -- taking in the cheers from the respectful crowd. Falcoon - Well hopefully he can bounce back from this loss, and take something from it. Dunn - Besides a lack of oxygen flowing to his brain? He too heads up the ramp, with the feed cutting back to a shot of the announcers booth at ringside. Kissens - Yes, hopefully besides that. Falcoon - Well, EJ is moving on and that means we only have two more matches for you all tonight. Dunn - Both of which are what we have been building towards for the past three weeks. Missy Janson stands up from the time keepers table and pulls a microphone into her right hand. She heads off towards the steel ring steps, and slowly ascends them as she skips onto the ring apron. Falcoon - I'm really hoping to see The Phoenix beat Jesse. Dunn - A lot of people are, but I just don't know if he is capable. Kissens - Because of his injuries I'd say he may not be -- but I'm still rooting for him, y'all. She parts the middle and top ropes before ducking between them to enter the ring. She moves into the absolute center of the squared circle, and turns to face the live cameras. Falcoon - Well it's time for the match, so lets send it to Missy who is standing by in the ring. She brings the microphone up to her lips and begins the introductions to the last Semifinal Round Matchup. Missy Janson - The next match of the evening and is a Semifinal 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 Submission Only 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 Semifinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament. The fans explode into a furious chant of "Phoenix! Phoenix!" as Missy is forced to bite her lip and wait for them to quiet down. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from the End of Nowhere -- He is the current OWF Public Display of Aggression 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. 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. Falcoon - Both men have a lot at stake in this match. Dunn - For Jesse it's his belts, but The Phoenix's health relys on winning here. Kissens - He's the stronger mat technician, so we'll see what he can do here. Missy takes a deep breath and continues. 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. Through sickness and health, I've kissed
up to God. Who could ever.. 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! Who could ever, 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, 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. The referee hands the belts to Missy who exits the ring, and returns to her seat at the time keepers table. The bell is sound by the referee as the fans explode into a round of cheers. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Jesse Williams charges out of the corner and lifts his right foot up towards The Phoenix's face. Right before contact, The Phoenix side steps the running yakuza kick and ducks behind Jesse's back. Immediately he grabs Williams in a reverse waistlock and throws him over his head -- dropping Jesse right onto the back of his head with a German Suplex, which sends the crowd into a frenzy. Dunn - The Phoenix is on fire! Falcoon - He has a debt to repay Jesse for that injury. Kissens - And he's going to extract some judgment right here. The Phoenix stands up while Williams rolls onto his stomach, trying to return to his feet. Without wasting more than a second, The Phoenix approaches his fallen opponent and grabs him by his long hair -- assisting him in returning to hi sfeet. He doesn't keep Jesse there for long, as he quickly lifts Williams off of the mat and holds him perpendicular to his body, while parallel to the mat. The Phoenix drops to his left knee, and forces the small of Jesse Williams' back to come crashing down upon his back with a pendellum backbreaker. After the execution of the move, The Phoenix applies pressure on the left knee of Jesse -- along with his head, pushing both down to the mat. The referee steps in to check on Jesse's condition, and he refuses to give up although bent completely backwards. The Phoenix gives up the hold, but keeps Jesse laying over his knee -- only to lift and drive his right elbow right into the exposed sternum of his opponent. Falcoon - The Phoenix is really working Jesse's back. Kissens - It's one of the Champion's only weak spots. Jesse flops over onto his stomach, leaving his back exposed long enough for The Phoenix to stomp his right boot down upon it. Jesse rolls over onto his right side trying to protect himself from his opponent's attacks. He eventually gets close enough to one side of the ring that he can grab onto the bottom rope. This doesn't stop The Phoenix, who grabs Jesse by his left foot and physically rips him away from the ropes. He begins to drag Jesse off of the mat by his foot, eventually standing him back up onto his right foot. Williams hops in place, trying to keep his balance, while The Phoenix eyes him up and down. Out of nowhere, Jesse whips his right foot up towards The Phoenix's head -- and at the very last second, he ducks the enziguri attempt. Jesse's momentum sends his foot sailing over, and back down to the mat -- now with his back to The Phoenix, who has released Williams' left leg. Without any time to prepare, The Phoenix steps forward and hooks both of his arms under Jesse's and locks him in a full-nelson.
Dunn - He's got Jesse trapped! He doesn't keep the hold held long as he hoists Jesse straight up into the air, while dropping down to his left knee. Again, he extends his right knee upwards and slams Jesse across it with the small of his back absorbing all of the impact of the Full Nelson Backbreaker. The Champion collapses to the mat, a world of hurt painted across his face, while the fans can't contain their glee -- watching as The Phoenix rises back up to a standing position. Falcoon - At this rate, we'll have our second finalist in no time! Jesse tries to roll away again, but The Phoenix stalks him very slowly -- making sure to keep the distance short. He finally stands over Jesse and bends over to grab Williams by his right wrist and drags him back up to his feet. The Phoenix stays on the offensive as he shoves Jesse on his chest with his free hand, and sends him back up against the ropes behind him. Keeping a hold of his right arm, The Phoenix uses it to yank Williams off of the ropes and tosses him into a sprint with a powerful irish whip. He releases Jesse's arm and sends him towards the opposite set of ring ropes -- which Jesse Williams bounces off of, back-first. He charges back towards the Challenger, who has moved into the center of the ring in preparation for Jesse's return. Williams is able to duck under a clothesline attempt from his opponent, and continues running towards the ropes he was originally thrown from. Kissens - Williams ducks. As he turns and bounces off of them, The Phoenix lumbers into a spin to face his opponent. The moment he makes the complete turn, Williams lunges forward and executes a vicious spear -- tackling The Phoenix down to his back with a large amount of force. Falcoon - Damn. Dunn - It was only a matter of time before Jesse got a lick in. Kissens - He's the Champ for a reason. Williams immediately stands and receives a smattering of boo's for his first bit of offense, while The Phoenix desperately gasps for air. The Champion wastes no time as he sits The Phoenix up and immediately turns back to face the ropes he had just lunged from. Jesse runs towards them, turns, and hits the ropes at full speed. He returns towards the sitting Phoenix, and Williams lays out -- driving the soles of his two boots into his opponents abdomen. The impact knocks The Phoenix flat to his back, as he again struggles to regain his breath. Jesse Williams immediately rolls himself back up and begins to circle his fallen opponent -- who now rolls over onto his hands and knees, starting to push himself up. Making a bit of progress, Williams cuts it short as he steps forward with his left foot and delivers a crushing soccer kick to the exposed midsection of The Phoenix. Dunn - I'm pretty shocked Jesse isn't going for the neck of The Phoenix. Falcoon - He seems to be going after his ribs, or his stomach. Kissens - I wonder why. He rolls over onto his back, clutching his abdomen while Jesse draws the ire of the crowd. He takes his sweet time walking towards The Phoenix, rounding up towards his head and sitting his opponent up yet again. This time, Williams sits directly behind The Phoenix and wraps both of his legs around his torso -- crossing his feet in front of the Challenger to lock in a deep body-scissors. Immediately The Phoenix begins flailing his arms and legs, while Jesse tightens the hold with every escaping breath his opponent takes. The Phoenix's face begins to turn a bright shade of red, when luckily he is able to kick his right leg over the bottom rope by complete chance. The referee steps in and calls for Jesse to break the hold -- but he ignores him. This brings about a manditory five count from the referee. 1... 2... 3... 4... Finally Jesse releases the body scissors, and somersaults backwards into a crouching position behind his coughing adversary. Falcoon - Jesse has asserted himself here, and turned the tides rather quickly. Dunn - It'd be stupid to count him out so early. Kissens - Same goes for The Phoenix, though. Regaining his breath, The Phoenix grabs hold of the ropes and uses them to start pulling himself up from the ropes. After a few moments he does so and pushes himself from the side of the ring. He steps forward, and walks right into another speak from a full-bore-charging Williams. The Phoenix crashes down to his back, with his opponent hopping right back to his feet almost instantaneously. The fans give The Champion an earful as showboats a bit, holding his arms out towards the crowd, while The Phoenix clutches his stomach with a look of pain sewn into his face. Jesse eventually turns back to The Phoenix, and walks towards his head -- gently cradling it as leads his opponent back to his feet, and wrapping both of his hands behind his neck. From there Williams brings his right knee up into the stomach of The Phoenix, bending him over for a second, and even harder, right knee strike. Falcoon - Still after the gut of The Phoenix. Dunn - Maybe because it's the easiest target. Williams bends and grasps The Phoenix around his right wrist, and irish whips his gassed opponent -- but The Phoenix reverses with an irish whip of his own, throwing Jesse across the ring. He is forced to turn to hit the ropes back-first, doing so and then sprinting back towards The Phoenix -- but this time he gets caught in a front face lock. The Phoenix falls to his back, and scissors the torso of his opponent as he locks in a deep guillotine choke in the middle of the ring. Williams falls to his knees while the fans explode with excitement. Dunn - Williams got caught! Falcoon - Now The Phoenix has the upper hand! The Phoenix wrecnhes back on the hold, while the referee checks on Williams' willingness to give up. He refuses as he plants both of his palms on the mat, and tries getting back up to his feet. He remains on his knees, which enstills a lot of pressure around his neck, while Jesse fights on. He extends his legs to plant his feet on the canvas, with his actions only intensifying the hold. The Phoenix wrenches back further and tightens his legs around Jesse's midsection, which forces Jesse back down to his knees -- with the referee checking on him again. Jesse raises his right hand off of the mat, but quickly places it right back down as he picks himself back to his hands and feet -- still trapped in The Phoenix's grasp. Williams struggles as he slides both of his hands under the back of his opponent, and in an incredible show of strength he lifts the larger man about three feet off of the mat. Kissens - Jesus christ... Dunn - You can attribute his freshness and strength to his earlier opponents, who he didn't struggle with much. He is still trapped in the choke, and unable to progress his position as The Phoenix lets go of his body scissors lock, and swings his legs down to the mat. He lands on his feet, still holding Jesse in the front face lock with his right arm, and begins to club downward across Jesse's back with clubbing left forearm strikes. Again Jesse drops down to a kneeling position, holding the small of his back in severe pain. The Challenger wastes no time as he hoists Jesse back up to his feet, still in the front face lock. He tosses The Champion's right arm over his head and lifts him straight up into the air. He instantaneously sits out and drives the head and neck of the Champion straight down into the mat with a devastating Brainbuster -- shaking the entire ring upon impact. Falcoon - BRAINBUSTAAAAAAHHHH! Dunn - That's what got him the win over Svoboda in the Quarterfinals! Kissens - It could certainly do the trick here, as well! Immediately The Phoenix rolls Jesse over onto his stomach, and wraps his right arm around his throat -- before rolling over onto his back, and holding Jesse over his body. He wraps both of his legs around Williams' midsection, locking in a deep Rear Naked Choke right in the center of the ring. Falcoon - He's got Jesse! The fans begin chanting "Tap! Tap! Tap!" over and over again, as The Phoenix yells in an absolute rage. Jesse flails his arms as his windpipe is almost completely closed off, eventually rolling himself onto his side with The Phoenix still holding on around his neck. Somehow, Jesse flops onto his stomach with The Phoenix still attached to his back, and pushes himself up to all fours. The fans get more and more rabid as Williams seems to have less and less of a chance to escape. Dunn - He's gotta give it up or he's going to lose consciousness... Falcoon - Which would end the match. Dunn - No, he needs to tap out to lose. It would just leave him open to any attack. Williams' arms and legs shake as he pushes himself up to his knees and in a sign of his pure strength, gets back up to his feet. The Phoenix is forced to remove his legs from around Jesse -- who backpeddles at a rapid pace, and crushes The Phoenix up against the corner back-first. He releases the grip on Jesse's neck, causing the Champion to fall to his knees as he gasps for air. The Phoenix also gasps for air, still holding his midsection, while Williams promptly returns to his feet. Just as the Challenger steps out of the corner to grab Jesse from behind again, Williams leaps into the air and executes a one-hundred and eighty degree turn -- bringing the face of his right boot flush across The Phoenix's head, and knocking him flat to the mat. Kissens - What a freaking kick, y'all! Falcoon - That's the first strike to the head of The Phoenix from Jesse. Dunn - And probably not the last. Without a second to spare, Williams positions The Phoenix so he is parallel to the corner he was smashed into -- and Jesse begins to climb up the ropes. He takes his time as he eventually perches himself atop the turnbuckle, and glances down at his fallen opponent. He leaps from the top rope and somersaults forward as he looks to bring his shoulders down upon The Phoenix's abdomen. At the last moment, The Phoenix rolls towards the corner and avoids the Swanton Bomb -- but Williams takes a countermeasure of his own. He continues his flip forward, and ends up landing on his feet right next to The Phoenix. But, he immediately springs upward and executes a back flip -- sending his ribcage across The Phoenix's diaphragm with a standing Moonsault. Dunn - Nice improv there by the Champion. Immediately, Jesse picks himself up off of his opponent and heads right back to the corner he had just leaped from moments earlier. In one bound he springs up to a crouched position on the top rope, and turns himself to face the fallen Phoenix. Falcoon - He isn't done! Jesse Williams leaps off of the top rope, keeping his body completely straight vertically. He brings both of his knees up into his chest as he heads down at The Phoenix, before thrusting both of his feet downward seconds before impact -- driving the soles of both of his boots right down into The Phoenix's severely damaged abdomen. The challenger spits up blood that trickles from the sides of his mouth, as Williams receives a ton of boos for his actions. Kissens - He's trying to kill The Phoenix by doing damage to his internal organs! Dunn - And he may just do it. Williams keeps his assault at a fast pace, as he pushes The Phoenix over onto his gut. Williams steps down towards his opponents legs, as The Phoenix is coughing violently on the canvas. Jesse places the soles of his boots on the back of The Phoenix's thighs, and hooks his feet to the inside of Jesse's knees. He bends forward and grabs the arms of The Phoenix at his wrist, and pulls both back behind his body. The Champion rolls backwards, sending up onto his back while he extends his legs -- locking in the mexican surfboard on his opponent. Falcoon - Mexican Surfboard! Kissens - From the Mexican! Falcoon - That joke is so old. Almost immediately, The Phoenix's face begins to turn blue -- with the referee standing right over him. Jesse uses all of his remaining strength to wrench back upon The Phoenix's arms, bending him backwards as his stomach juts into the air. The Phoenix doesn't seem to be to be moving, but is still very conscious while his blood streams down his face and paints Williams in crimson. Dunn - He's trying to fight it, but I don't think he can last much longer. The fans begin a chant of "Please don't tap! Please don't tap!" as they try to get behind The Phoenix, but Williams responds by bending The Phoenix back even further -- as blood continues to spurt from his mouth. The referee looks to the time keepers table, but doesn't call for the bell -- instead continues to watch The Phoenix, and ask him if he wants to continue. Falcoon - Stop it already! Dunn - He can't. It's a submission match. You have to tap. Kissens - He could pass out and that would be it. Dunn - No -- that would be a referee stoppage. Jesse has to make him tap, and vice versa! His face now almost purple, The Phoenix taps his right hand feverishly upon Jesse's forearm -- with the referee calling for the bell. Dunn - There we go. Missy Janson - The winner of this match, thus moving on to the Finals of the Quest For The Best Tournament -- and STILL OWF World Heavyweight and NLW World Heavyweight Champion... Jesse Williams! Kissens - Jesse moves one step closer to his goals. Falcoon - But at what cost to The Phoenix? EMT's rush down the ramp, as Jesse stands himself over the barely conscious Phoenix. He holds up three fingers high into the air, keeping his eyes on The Phoenix who hasn't budged an inch since the end of the match -- except to gasp for air desperately. The referee brings Jesse both of his belts and he departs the ring, being pelted with garbage all the way up the ramp. Dunn - Williams seems more focused than ever heading into his third appearance in the Finals in Three Years. Falcoon - And I'm not sure if he is going to be stopped here tonight anymore. Kissens - If anyone can do it, it's Slayer. Falcoon - But now we're putting our hopes into a guy who wanted to destroy the OWF -- and it's Championship? Dunn - Calm down, Gordie. Falcoon - Sorry, I just think The Phoenix is in a bad way and I hate seeing guys like that get beat down. Kissens - We have to take a break, so go take a chill pill.
Garrett Greene - Jesse! The cameras come back to life as the OWF and NLW World Heavyweight Champion is seen backstage, wiping himself clean of The Phoenix's blood with a white towel. OWF Reporter Garrett Greene rushes into the frame, with Jesse not even acknowledging him. Garrett Greene - Can I get a word with you? Williams continues to ignore him. Garrett Greene - Just one question, please. Jesse turns his head to look at Garrett, who smirks a bit. Garrett Greene - Many people thought you were going to go after The Phoenix's neck- but you didn't. Why did you go for his stomach? Jesse Williams - Why did I go for his stomach? Jesse drops the towel to the floor. Jesse Williams - I wasn't going for his stomach. Garrett Greene - It seemed like you were. Jesse Williams - Well, looks can be deceiving. Just like Doctor's can be, and if The Phoenix actually had gone to someone with an inkling of intelligence- all of this could have been avoided. Garrett stares at Jesse blankly. Jesse Williams - It wasn't his stomach I was after, it was his diaphragm. Garrett Greene - Why? Jesse Williams - Garrett, I've been injured a lot right? Garrett Greene - More than anyone on the roster. Jesse Williams - Well, during that span I learned a lot about the human body and what bones control certain functions. When I faced The Phoenix in March, I fractured his C3 and C4 vertebrae- correct? Garrett Greene - Yes. Jesse Williams - The Phoenix went to the doctor, and he still had mobility- which is expected, considering those two vertebrae don't really control movement. But, they have control over something very important- your breathing. Garrett's jaw drops. Jesse Williams - See, his diaphragm had nothing to assist it when it came to him catching his breath. If he didn't tap out, he would have died in that ring Greene. And imagine if he had advanced to the Finals to wrestle for a full-hour. Jesse smiles widely, turning around and grabbing the OWF and NLW titles off of a wooden stool set behind him. Jesse Williams - One day he will thank me for sparing his life, but now if you'll excuse me- I have a date with destiny. Williams walks off as Garrett still looks shocked. The feed cuts back to ringside, and a shot of the announcers booth comes into view. Falcoon - What a fucking asshole! Dunn - An asshole- yes, but a very smart one at that. Kissens - How can you say that, James? He nearly killed The Phoenix. Dunn - The way I see it, Jesse could have done a lot worse to The Phoenix. Falcoon - So now you're supporting him? Dunn - Any guy who goes that deep into his mind to figure out a gameplan deserves respect. Falcoon - Well, for the record, I hope EJ Slayer destroys hi-- Just then, the OWF-Tron flickers to life -- showing Eriq Mobely, the man in power of the New Legends of Wrestling. The fans drop silent and turn their attention to watch what he has to say. Eriq Mobely - Hello OWF fans. I have just gotten out of a video conference with President Specter, and I have a few details I need to impose before we kick off the Main Event. He pauses for a moment to catch his breath. Eriq Mobely - Actually, it's just one thing -- and that is I have been informed to EJ Slayer's unwillingness to compete in the NLW if he were to walk out of this night as NLW Champion. The fans give a mixed reaction to being informed of this. Eriq Mobely - Therefore, the NLW World Heavyweight Championship will not be on the line -- but the OWF World Heavyweight Championship still will be. I apologize to all of our fans, and I just want to say that when we return NLW will be stronger than ever. Thank you for your time. The OWF-Tron flickers out, as the feed switches back to the announcers booth -- but only for a moment as Missy Janson rises out of her seat at the time keepers table, with a microphone in hand. Dunn - So, Jesse is going to be NLW Champion regardless.. Falcoon - Great, more fuel to his ego. The camera pans to the right to follow Missy's progress as she heads for the steel ring steps, and quickly ascends them. Kissens - It's some day when you're actually pulling for Slayer to win, y'all. Dunn - Well, I'm not. Falcoon - That's because you're a dickhead. Dunn - Hey, fuck you. Williams is our Champion and he deserves respect. Esspecially after tonight. She hops onto the ring apron, and ducks through the ropes as she enters the ring. She makes her way to the center, and turns herself to the live set of cameras. Kissens - It isn't about respect anymore. It's about the guy being a complete scumbag. Falcoon - Exactly. Dunn - Scumbag or not, you're crossing business with personal issues. Falcoon - Just stop, it's time for the match so let's just send it to Missy. She brings the microphone up to her lips as the crowd quiets down. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the evening and is the Finals Match in the 2009 Quest For The Best Tournament! An explosion comes from the angry crowd, who want to see both men get absolutely destroyed. Missy Janson - It is an Iron Man Match, with a sixty minute time limit, and it is for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship. Along with that, the winner of the match will be declared the winner of the 2009 Quest For The Best Tournament. Missy pauses to catch her breath. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first -- reaching the Finals by defeating Joseph Mason, Porta Prince and Plague... Hailing from Dallas, Texas... EJ Slayer! "Binge and Purge" by Clutch 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, entering into the ring. Dunn - I'll admit though, if anyone can dethrone Jesse -- it's Slayer. Falcoon - And it will be. EJ's music fades out as he backs off into his corner, keeping his right hand balled up while Missy begins her second set of introductions. Missy Janson - And his opponent -- reaching the Finals by defeating Spaz, Ray Lopes and The Phoenix... 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. Through sickness and health, I've kissed
up to God. Who could ever.. 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! Who could ever, 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, 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 only the OWF World Title high above his head. The referee hands the belts to Missy who exits the ring, and returns to her seat at the time keepers table. The bell is sound by the referee as the fans explode into a round of boo's for both men. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) 60:00 The two men walk out into the center of the ring, keeping their eyes locked on one another. The sold out crowd starts a loud chant of "Fuck you Slayer! Fuck you Williams!", with both competitors ignoring the fan's opinions. Jesse blinks his eyes as Slayer flicks his right hand, extending a steel baton from his right hand. He brings it forward and cracks the Champion right between the eyes with the foreign object. The referee signals to Missy to count a fall for Williams as he collapses to his back -- bleeding profusely from the wound on his forehead. Dunn - Ha! Jesse is up one to nothing! Falcoon - What the hell is Slayer thinking?! The fans set off into an overwhelming set of boo's as Jesse takes the lead, but EJ Slayer looks to even the score as he falls over Jesse's prone body. The referee turns around after noting the first fall to Missy, and dives to the mat to administer Slayer's pinfall. 1... 2... 3! Kissens - That's what he is thinking! Falcoon - I got it now. He sacrificed a DQ fall in order to damage Williams! Slayer hops off of his opponent, with the referee pulling himself to his feet and motioning to Missy to count a fall for the Challenger. The fans give a nice applause to Slayer as he returns to his feet, and immediately bends down to scoop Jesse up by his neck. Slayer keeps Williams in the single-armed clutch as he gets Williams back up to his feet -- only to sweep out both of Jesse's legs and hoist him up into the air. Williams is spun around, but avoids being slammed down to his back by floating around the back of his opponent. Dunn - Jesse avoids The Violent End. Falcoon - That would have put him down by a fall incredibly early in the hour. He lands on his feet in front of EJ and immediately holds him around the neck in a front face lock. Williams tosses EJ's right arm over his head and tries to lift him up into a suplex position, but Slayer reverses it -- and hoists Williams upwards into a vertical suplex position. He holds the Champion there for a moment before spinning him down to his back, with Slayer crashing down over his abdomen to execute a crushing Jackhammer. He remains in the lateral press over Jesse, and hooks his far leg for good measure as the referee slides in to make the count. 1... 2... Williams thrusts his right shoulder up, breaking the count before he suffers another fall. Kissens - EJ was able to get out of the set-up for the J-Dubz Driver, and nailed Williams with that Jackhammer. Dunn - Just not enough impact to keep the Champion down. A frustrated EJ Slayer stands himself up, clutching Jesse by his hair and dragging him up to his feet as he gets back to his. Without any warning, he hooks his right arm under Jesse's right armpit and places his hand behind his neck -- locking his left arm around his throat as he locks in a katahajime hold. Falcoon - Stranglehold on Williams! Jesse flails his free left arm as he remains on his feet, with EJ keeping him held tightly with the submission hold. The fans now start to get firmly behind the Challenger, who holds Williams in place trying to drain the life from him. After struggling for a bit, Jesse begins walking forward and approaches the nearest corner. He takes a quick step up to the middle turnbuckle and flips his body over, releasing himself from the katahajime while floating over the back of Slayer and wrapping him in a dragon sleeper. Jesse lands on his feet, and lifts the Challenger up into the air before sitting out and driving EJ down right onto the back of his head and neck. After the impact of the lifting reverse DDT, Williams remains sitting on the mat holding his throat while breathing at a rapid pace -- with his opponent rolling over onto his right side, already trying to return to his feet. Jesse sees this and pushes himself up to his feet first and begins to approach EJ, who continues rolling to the right and ducks out under the bottom rope as he heads to the outside. Kissens - Slayer is using his intelligence yet again, y'all. Falcoon - This match is just as much about being smart as it is about stamina. Slayer stands on the concrete floor, getting a few cheers from the ringside fans -- but Williams takes off into a sprint. He leaps clear over the top rope and comes crashing down over EJ Slayer with a flying cross body block which wipes both men out to the floor. 49:23 Dunn - Obviously his intelligence isn't that... intelligent! The referee steps to the ropes and begins to count both men out, with Williams hopping right back up to his feet. 1... 2... 3... Jesse reaches down and grabs EJ around his head and drags him up to his knees, and eventually flops his body down onto the outside ring apron. 4... 5... He rolls Slayer under the bottom rope and back into the ring, with Jesse following right behind him. Slayer rolls onto his right side to get away from Williams, but Jesse returns to his feet and keeps himself right behind Slayer. The Champion bends over and grabs EJ on either side of his head and slowly begins tugging him back to his feet. As he joins Williams again, Jesse slams his right forearm right into Slayer's mouth. Following up the first devastating strike, Jesse backs up and swings his right leg up and brings the laces of his boot right to his opponents chin -- dropping Slayer to his left knee. In a flash the Champion spins himself around and heads off towards the ropes facing the kneeling EJ Slayer. Jesse turns himself at the last moment to bounce off of them back-first, and returns towards the Challenger at full speed. Williams steps up to EJ's bent right knee and kicks his left leg up, nailing his opponent flush across his face with a Shining Wizard that lays him out upon his back. Dunn - Come on, Champ! Falcoon - You sicken me. The fans give Williams hell as he rolls over the prone Slayer, with the referee falling down to his hands and knees to make the count. 1... 2... EJ kicks out, pushing Jesse off of him and to the side. He doesn't take a second to rest, instead Jesse gets back up to his feet and watches Slayer flop over onto his stomach. Jesse rounds down towards his legs, and bends them upwards at his knees. Dunn - Yes! American Surfboard! Kissens - What the hell is wrong with you? Dunn - Shut up, Jackie. I finally understand what Jesse has been saying for months now. Falcoon - Maybe because you're an idiot. Dunn - Rather be an idiot and pull for Jesse, than gay and cheer for Slayer like you. Instead of stepping onto his thighs, Jesse crosses Slayer's right leg across the left ankle of Slayer -- sticking his foot down between the gap in his thighs, while hooking the top of EJ's right boot on his shin. He reaches forward and punches Slayer with a closed fist to the left side of his back, forcing his left arm back in pain. As he does that, Jesse grabs it at the wrist with his left hand and quickly scoops up the right wrist of EJ with his right hand. Keeping Slayer's crossed legs trapped with his right leg, Williams pulls EJ's upper body off of the mat -- and places the sole of his left boot upon the back of his head once he gets his opponent bent back as far as he can go. The Champion releases Slayer's arms, and with all of his might pushes his face straight down into the mat. 41:01 Kissens - Twenty minutes in, and we're basically back where we started. Jesse steps away from his opponent, and quickly rolls him over onto his back once again. He covers the Challenger, with the referee coming in and making the count. 1... 2... EJ throws his left shoulder up, frustrating Jesse as he is forced to rise back up to his feet. He stands tall with his hands in front of his face, waiting for Slayer to get back up to his feet. EJ takes his time in getting back to his knees, when he notices Jesse waiting for him. Slayer rolls on his side and ducks out of the ring once again, which gets Jesse even more angry -- pleasing the fans. Not thinking about it, Jesse runs at the ropes and again leaps from the ring as he sends himself down towards EJ. This time, Slayer is prepared and catches Jesse in a bearhug -- then runs him back-first into the steel ring post just a few feet away. The thud of his flesh and bone cracking against the steel pleases the fans, but not Slayer as he keeps Williams held around his midsection -- while the referee starts to count both men out. 1... 2... 3... EJ uses his upper body strength to throw Jesse over his head, and send him crashing into the steel barricade separating ringside from the fans with Belly to Belly Suplex. 4... 5... Slayer quickly ducks back into the ring, breaking the count for himself while Jesse holds his back on the floor. 6... 7... Falcoon - I think Slayer is going to get another fall here. Jesse rolls towards the ring and grabs a hold of the ring apron skirt, pulling himself up to his knees and peaking his head over the canvas. 8... The count is stopped as Slayer rushes towards Williams, and slides out with his legs extended towards Jesse's face. He connects with the baseball slide, driving both of his feet into Williams' face and sending him flat to his back. The referee warns Slayer and backs him off to the other side of the ring. Dunn - And you called me the idiot. He would have been up two to one with only about a half-hour to go. Falcoon - There's still plenty of time for that. Jesse gets himself back up to all fours rather quickly, while the referee returns to the side of the ring to begin counting him out again. 1... 2... Williams pushes himself forward and lays his chest over the ring apron, and starts kicking his right leg up towards the ring. 3... 4... As he gets himself back onto the apron, EJ Slayer approaches and reaches over the top rope -- grabbing Williams by his hair and begins dragging himself up on the outside ring apron. He locks the Champion in a front face lock over the top rope and tosses his left arm over his head. He tries to lift Jesse up into a suplex position to slam him into the ring, but Williams hooks the bottom rope with his left calf. From there Williams steps up to the middle rope for added leverage, and lifts EJ Slayer up into a suplex position -- turning him around while held in the air, and keeping him over his shoulder as Williams turns out towards the crowd with his back up against the ropes. Dunn - J-Dubs Drive-- EJ's weight forces Williams to be bent backwards, and the Challenger returns to his feet back in the ring. He holds Williams in a Dragon Sleeper over the top rope, but flips the Champion over and perches him onto his shoulder in a front powerslam position. EJ turns himself around and breaks into a slight jog towards the middle of the ring, but Williams slides down his back -- getting himself off of EJ's shoulders, and shoving him from behind to send him towards the ropes at an even speedier pace. The Challenger is forced to turn to hit the ropes with his back, but while he does Jesse steps forward and cocks his right arm behind his ear. He spins around as Slayer bounces off of the ropes, and nearly decapitates him with a crushing roaring elbow -- dropping his opponent like a sack of bricks. Kissens - My god.. Williams quickly drops to his knees and rolls EJ away from the ropes, and onto his back. Wrapping up his left leg and pulling it towards his head, Jesse lays over Slayers chest as he pins his shoulders to the mat. The referee dives in and makes the count. 1... 2... EJ reaches out and grabs the nearby bottom ropes with his right hand, forcing the referee to stop his count.
Falcoon - Great ring positioning by Slayer. Dunn - Are you joking? He was put there by Jesse's elbow. Kissens - I agree. More like great ring awareness. Dunn - I'll give him that. The fans give a nice applause as Williams pulls himself off of EJ's body, and wipes the few remaining trickles of blood from his forehead -- with the gash almost completely scabbed up by this point. From his knees he returns to his feet, grabbing EJ by his right arm and begins leading him up as well. Once both men are standing the Champion pushes his opponent backwards into a stumble, forcing him to get hung up in the corner behind him. Jesse hangs both of EJ Slayer's arms over the top ropes, exposing his chest, and unleashes a sharp knife edge chop to the burly competitor. EJ yells in rage, which takes Williams off guard and sets him off to whip a second chop to his opponents chest. A loud crack is head as flesh smacks flesh, but EJ again brushes it off -- this time pulling his arms off of the ropes, and using his hands to grab Jesse by his hair. He steps out of the corner, and throws Williams back into the same corner -- hanging his arms over the ropes as well. With one stiff chop, Williams stumbles out of the corner as the echo bounces off of the walls of the arena. Jesse clutches his chest and keeps himself walking away from Slayer, who persues Williams across the ring. 26:58 Kissens - Jesse is going to find himself in trouble similar to this if he keeps trying to strike with Slayer. Falcoon - He should have seen what happened to Mason, Porta and Plague. Dunn - He was too busy destroying Spaz, Lopes and The Phoenix. EJ approaches Jesse from behind and stops him from walking away by grasping him around his midsection with both arms. The Challenger tucks his head under Jesse's free left arm and picks him up over his back -- only to drive him downwards upon his neck with a Backdrop Suplex. Jesse collapses to his back while Slayer scurries to lay over him. The referee slides in and makes the count. 1... 2... Jesse gets his right shoulder up, wincing in pain from the pummeling his back has taken. The Champion rolls onto his stomach and tries crawling along the mat to get away from Slayer, but it is no use as the big man returns to his feet and grabs Jesse by his waistband. He picks Williams up to all fours before he sits across his back, facing his head. He grabs both of Jesse's arms and hangs them over his knees, locking his hands over his chin and pulling back in a deep Camel Clutch. Kissens - He's got Jesse trapped! Falcoon - With how much The Phoenix wore down his back, and couple that with Slayer's attacks -- I think he has to cede this fall to EJ. Williams kicks his legs ans refuses to give up when the referee checks on him, prompting Slayer to rear back even further on his head. His opponent yells in pain as he is left stuck under Slayer's weight, but finally unhooks his left arm from Slayer's knee. This applies a different kind of pressure, with Jesse's right arm still hung up and EJ content on keeping the hold applied. After a few moments of struggle, Williams finally pulls his arm free -- but again Slayer keeps a hold around his chin, not letting Williams go. The referee continues to check on the Champions willingness to continue, as he still won't give it up. Dunn - He's going to fight out of it, just watch. Falcoon - I don't know, Slayer isn't very willing to let up. Kissens - He's going to keep it on until Jesse taps, or he breaks his neck! Finally Slayer lets go of Jesse's head, and slams his face directly down into the mat. He wastes no time whatsoever in standing himself up straight while scooping the lifeless Champion up to his feet. As he does, Williams grabs EJ's head and rolls through to secure a hold on his right leg as well -- pinning his shoulders to the mat in a small package. The referee dives in and makes the count. 1... 2... EJ rolls out of it, returns to his feet, and brings the sole of his boot down across Jesse's face in retaliation for the near-fall. After the impact of the boot, Jesse rolls towards the ropes and hooks the middle one with his left elbow -- using it to balance himself as he drags himself up to his knees. Slayer is quick to follow him, helping Williams back up to his feet and laying him with his back against the ropes. He isolates Jesse's right arm and grabs it around his wrist before using it to toss Jesse off of the ropes. Slayer irish whips his opponent clear across the ring, forcing him to turn to bounce off of them with his back. EJ positions himself in the center of the ring as Williams returns, in a full-on sprint, a bends himself over looking for a back body drop. Williams flips over his back and grabs a hold of Slayer's thighs, trying to roll him down upon his shoulders with a sunset flip. Dunn - He telegraphed that one. Falcoon - I doubt Jesse has the strength to pull him down! The big man remains unmoved as he stands over the chest of the laid out Williams, staring down into his eyes. EJ then leaps into the air and looks to drive his knees across Jesse's shoulders -- but Williams swings himself up a standing position right behind the now-kneeling Slayer. Dunn - He didn't need to! With a quick movement, Jesse nails a back kick to the base of Slayer's skull -- keeping him down on his knees. Jesse takes off towards the ropes behind Slayer, turning to bounce of them back-first and sprinting to the right side of his opponent. He passes by EJ and rushes towards the ropes facing him, also turning and springing off of them with his back. He heads at his opponent at full-speed -- with no time to react as Slayer bursts up from his knees and devastates the throat of Jesse with a vicious clothesline. Jesse flips backwards and lands on his stomach, while EJ flops down to the mat from his added momentum. Kissens - Beautiful counter there. Falcoon - He needs to follow up, there's just over twelve minutes left here! Kissens - Plenty of time to secure one fall, y'all. Both men remain on the mat for a moment before the Challenger springs himself up to a crouched position, staring out into the crowd who has now thrown their support behind him -- by default of not wanting Jesse to retain. Slayer shakes his head and rises to his feet, returning his attention to his fallen opponent who is just now beginning to push his chest from the canvas. Slayer aides Jesse in returning to his feet and brings a sharp right forearm straight to his face -- using his left hand to keep Jesse standing. He cradles the back of Jesse's head with his left hand and brings a second forearm to his face. Williams is just about out on his feet when EJ rears back for a third time, and throws his right elbow towards the bridge of Jesse's nose. Somehow he is able to duck under it and pull himself around behind Slayer -- hooking his extended right arm under it's pit, and locking him in a half-nelson. Kissens - He's looking to pull ahead here. Falcoon - He just may do it if he can execute this move... EJ struggles for a moment, and brings the point of his right elbow onto the side of Jesse's head with short bursts. Eventually Williams loses the grip and nearly falls over from the impact of the strikes, while Slayer spins himself around with his left hand extended -- and balled up into a fist. He misses with the spinning backfist as again Williams ducks underneath the strike, and this time he hooks Slayer's left arm high into the air. He doesn't hold Slayer in the half-nelson for long as he reaches around his torso and grabs a hold of Slayer's tights with his right hand. He lifts the huge man up and dumps him over the back of his head, executing a flawless Half Nelson Suplex that knocks both men for a loop -- and sends the crowd into an almost complete silence. Dunn - Half Nelson Suplex! YES! Falcoon - He got so lucky there. Dunn - Luck or not, Slayer got dropped on his fucking head and I love it. 08:03 The fans are all on their feet as the homestretch of the match is now here. Both competitors are slow to return to their feet, but keep pace with one another as each get up to their right knees within a foot from one another. Once locking their sights on one another, the two break off into a brawl as they fight to get up to their feet first. EJ connects with a right hook to Jesse's chin, sending his head snapping towards his shoulder. Jesse nearly topples over, but keeps himself on his knees and returns fire with a right hand of his own -- punching Slayer directly in his left eyesocket. Falcoon - Neither man wants to give an inch here. Kissens - They can't afford to. EJ's head flies back, but he uses the backwards momentum to thrust his head forward -- connecting with a harsh headbutt to the forehead of the Champion. Williams remains on his knees, with both competitors dazed from the collision of their heads. 05:22 Williams fights back, striking Slayer with a weak left jab to the mouth but is enough to keep him down on his knees as well. The two stunned competitors stare at each other in disbelief that the other hasn't fallen yet. To cap off the battle of strikes, Slayer brings an open palm right to Jesse's adams apple -- causing him to get choked up for a moment. This allows for Slayer to get back up to his feet, although on wobbily legs, and drag Jesse up to his as well. Once Williams returns to a standing position, Slayer throws his right arm forward -- but it is ducked by Jesse, who puts his head under Slayer's right armpit and hooks his arm around his head. With one motion, Jesse hoists Slayer up into a suplex position and turns him while in mid-air. Dunn - Kill him! Jesse sits out and drives Slayer's head right down onto the mat, immediately laying over his chest in a lateral press. Kissens - There's one more for Jesse with the J-Dubz Driver! The referee dives in and makes the count. 1... 2... thr-- No! Slayer gets his right shoulder up at the very last second, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Falcoon - He kicked out! He kicked out! Dunn - I saw, no need to tell me twice. 01:01 Jesse is livid as he forces himself back up to his feet, reaching down to grab Slayer by his head and notes the time. Kissens - There's under a minute left guys! Falcoon - It's crunch time! The Champion screams at the top of his lungs as he spins himself around, and cocks his right elbow back behind his head. He thrusts it forward, but EJ ducks the Roaring Elbow attempt and clutches Jesse around his torso. Immediately he sweeps Jesse's legs out from under him, and drives him right down upon his head with the one-armed swinging Powerbomb. 00:33 Falcoon - The Violent End! Kissens - And a probable one to Jesse's reign! The referee dives to the mat as the fans explode. Dunn - NO! 1... 2... thr- No! Williams kicks out of it at the very last second. Dunn - Thank god! The fans boo loudly as Slayer argues with the referee for a moment, who ensures him it was a two-count. EJ pushes himself up to his feet and waits for Williams to get back to his. Falcoon - Doesn't matter, Slayer has this one in the bag! 00:15 With Jesse finally getting back up to his feet, the two men hobble towards the middle of the ring after noting the time. EJ, with a wide smirk on his face, drops down to his knees -- then lays out upon his back. Falcoon - What... the... Williams, looking a bit beleaguered, drops down and lays over Slayer with just over five seconds to go. Kissens - ... You're kidding me ... Dunn - YES YES! The referee dives down to his knees and makes the count. 1... 2... 3! FINAL Dunn - JESSE WINS! Missy Janson - The winner of this match... STILL OWF World Heavyweight and NLW World Heavyweight Champion, and the winner of the 2009 Quest For The Best Tournament... JESSE WILLLLLLLIAMS! Falcoon - What a load of fucking bullshit! Kissens - Slayer is a fucking prick, he gave Jesse the win. Dunn - Who cares why he won, he did. And now, in two days, Williams will be the first and only competitor to hold the World Title for a full year. The entire arena shakes furiously with the boo's of the crowd, with a ton of them rushing the barricades to liter the ring with garbage. EJ Slayer quickly rolls out of the ring, and heads up to the ramp -- looking back over his shoulder to look at Jesse, who is standing in the ring and receiving both the OWF and NLW World Championships. Kissens - Ugh, I hate him y'all. Falcoon - Most of us with a brain do. The referee holds Jesse's arm high into the air as Slayer disappears to the back. The boo's only get louder as the fans seem on the brink of rioting. Dunn - Guys, on a serious note, I think we better jet. Falcoon - This crowd is in a frenzy. Kissens - Maybe Jesse won't reach a year, that is if he can't make it out of here alive. Williams stares out into the crowd and smiles widely. Falcoon - Fans, it's been a mostly great night -- and we'll see you on the Next Addiction! Dunn - Best night ever! A team of security guards come down the ramp, as Jesse exits the ring and gets himself into the middle of the large group of officers. The feed cuts out to the OWF logo, and then to black -- ending the telecast. |
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