"This is my night, it is my time.
I have waited twelve long months to get here, and to think I'd let it slip through my fingers is to error on your part.

I have trained my mind, my body and my soul to prepare for everything that waits for me tonight.
Old friends, bitter enemies- the highest level of competition ever thrown at me.
I've hopped over every hurdle placed along the track to success;
And now I find myself in the home stretch.

So don't be sad, OWF- celebrate your Champion and his acheivements.
Because after tonight, I'll leave you no other options except to respect that I am the best.

Come and get me. I'm ready.
Question is- are you?"

The feed cuts from black into the Sold Out Madison Square Garden in New York City, where the rabid fans can be heard hooting and hollering at the top of their lungs. Within seconds of the telecast starting, a huge explosion of pyrotechnics are shot off from the stage and ramp -- illuminating the darkened arena, and the faces of it's packed crowd. The camera shot switches a few times, shooting various parts of the Arena as the gold and silver fireworks explode high up into the rafters.

Finally the pyro cuts out and leaves a thick haze of smoke hanging above the ring, with the house lights rising up so the cameras get a clear view of the entire Arena. The fans are still shouting with all of their might, waving their signs or their arms in the air trying to get noticed by any of the passing cameras which scan the ringside area.

Eventually the cameras pan to the announcers table, where Gordie Falcoon, Jackie Kissens and James Dunn are all sitting -- with their headsets adjusted firmly around their ears. The camera zooms in as the audio kicks in from the commentary team.

Falcoon - AAAAAAHHHOOO AND WELCOME TO QUEST FOR THE BEST 2009!

Kissens - Whoa, calm down there Sparky.

Falcoon - SORRY, I DRANK A LOT OF REDBULL EARLIER AND I AM AMPED FOR TONIGHT!

Dunn - Stop yelling, or I will kill you.

Falcoon - OKAY! I'll try.

Dunn - Thank you.

Kissens - But I am sure a lot of people share Gordies excitement for tonight's action.

Dunn - I certainly am, just not to the point of becoming a little psycho over it.

Falcoon - We've had a long path to get to this point, and for the Third Annual Quest For The Best Tournament -- you need to be excited.

Kissens - For some it has been longer than others, but tonight we only have nine competitors left vying for four Semifinal Spots y'all.

From next to the announcers booth, we see Missy Janson pick herself up from her steel chair with a microphone in her hand.

Dunn - And that number will be down to eight after our first match.

Falcoon - Which is just really a continuation of their match last week.

The camera pans to the right to follow Missy as she leaves the time keepers table, and heads for the steel ring steps in the corner nearest to her. She quickly ascends, stepping onto the ring apron for only a moment before ducking through the ropes and entering the ring.

Kissens - Except now there are no disqualifications, and someone has to move on.

The fans grow eager for the night to get kicked off as Missy positions herself in the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - Well, lets send it to Missy to find out whether EJ Slayer or Joseph Mason moves on.

She waits for the fans to quite down, before lifting the microphone up to her lips and beginning to speak into it.

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

With the anticipation at an all time high to kick off the show, the fans explode into a chorus of cheers.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one-fall, with No Disqualifications and no Time Limit. Winner of the match moves on to the Quarterfinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament.

The fans fall to silence, waiting for the introductions of the two competitors.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first... From Oceanside, California... Joseph Mason!

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.

Falcoon - These two went at it with everything they had last week.

Kissens - Even our referee's couldn't keep order.

Dunn - Good thing there won't be any intervention on behalf of the ref this time.

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. 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!

"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 rope with a determined look on his face.

Falcoon - If this is half the match we expect it to be, we are in for a big treat.

Dunn - I'm picking Slayer, in a walk!

The referee calls for the bell, as both men push out of their corner.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Mason steps toward the middle of the ring, whlile sliding in a black mouth guard, smacking either side of his head with gloved hands. Slayer merely paces around the ring, casually flexing his hands. The small man moves forward and extends a fist -- a sign of good will. Slayer stops his pacing and stares around for a moment, before extending his own fist. Slayer suddenly grins devilishly as he snags his opponents wrists and pulls him forward -- right into a devastating clothesline. The fans boo at this blatant cheap shot. EJ Slayer merely laughs as he stares out around the crowd while Mason lays on the ring cradling his head in pain. Slayer immediately grabs a leg and quickly twists him around into a half crab, wrenching back as hard as he can after rolling Joseph onto his stomach. Mason beats his free leg against the mat, trying to take his mind off of the pain.

Falcoon - Slayer is wasting absolutely no time here in going after Mason.

Dunn - He's learned not to underestimate him this time around.

Mason wrenches back on his hair, before struggling to twist his body around -- pulling his leg free of Slayer’s grasp. EJ tries to regain a hold on it, but Mason drives a hard knee into his groin, before sliding his legs out from underneathe his opponent. He braces both of his feet on the lower back of Slayer, pushing him forward face first onto the mat. Mason quickly scrambles onto his large opponents back, locking in a sleeper hold tightly around his neck. As Slayer starts to fight back, Mason drives both of his knees into EJ’s back -- wrenching back into a variation of a camel clutch. Slayer grasps at Mason’s tightly wrapped forearms before grabbing randomly at his opponents face. The big man, sneakily jabs a thumb hard into his opponents eye -- as Mason curses loudly in pain as he stumbles back off his opponents back. Slayer sweeps around and rolls over onto his back smashing a hard kick into the face of the smaller man. Mason’s eyes roll back in his sockets as he crumbles back onto the mat. His body convulses slightly as Slayer slowly gets up to his feet. Slayer hangs back, stalking and waiting for Mason to rise. Mason slowly rolls onto a knee, holding the side of his head trying to shake the cobwebs out. Mason shakily gets up to his feet.

Kissens - Mason is trying to hang with Slayer's style.

Falcoon - That could end up costing him.

Dunn - That's what we all thought last week.

Falcoon - But this time, there won't be a draw.

He raises his open hands and beckons Slayer forward, who laughs as he obliges Mason by tossing a few jabs at Mason’s head. Mason ducks and weaves, before throwing a few of his own -- connecting with the left cheek of Slayer's face. He tries to follow up with a huge right hook, but Slayer grabs it and twists it around Josephs back -- locking him into a hammerlock. As he winces in pain Mason twists, trying to find an escape route from the hold. Slayer reaches forward and jams his fingers into the side of Joseph’s mouth, wrenching back in a fish hook to pull his right cheek back towards him. Mason flails for moment, before he twists his head and chomps down hard on Slayers fingers. EJ removes his hand, while Mason lifts his right foot and smashes the heel of his boot down hard on the top of Slayer’s right foot. Slayer grits his teeth in pain while Mason lifts his foot and smashes his heel down again, with EJ still not giving up the hammerlock. Mason twists his body in such a way to turn and smash a closed fist down into the crotch of Slayer. He grunts in pain, while the crowd gasps in pity for the large man. Mason takes advantage of the situation, finally pulling himself free -- ultimately aiming a right footed kick at the head of Slayer. EJ drops to his knees and sweeps the left leg out from under Mason, keeping a hold and rolling in for the quick pin. The referee dives in to make the count. 1... 2... kickout.

Dunn - Two count on Mason!

Slayer gets up to his feet, while Mason rolls back, landing in a cat-like crouch -- which EJ changes as he grabs ahold of his leg again to pull him into another submission hold, but Mason manages to drive a foot hard into the face of Slayer. Slayer falls backwards, rubs his jaw, and glares down the scrambling Mason. Both men get back to their feet, Mason leaning heavily on the ropes. Slayer lifts a hand and beckons Mason forward. Mason takes a few steps tentatively, before throwing a few quick jabs that land upon Slayer's chest. He follows up with a roundhouse kick that smashes into Slayer’s thigh, staggering him a bit. Nevertheless, EJ manages to block the rest of Mason’s punches, which follow directly in suit. Frustrated greatly Mason throws a hard right as Slayer’s face, but Slayer manages to sidestep and grab a hold of the right wrist of Mason. He throws him forward slightly, smashing two quick fists into Mason’s rib cage. In desperation Mason flails with a wild left hook -- which Slayer manages to dodge and uses Mason’s momentum to spin him around and lock him into Slayer’s own rendition of the Tazzmission.

Dunn - Slayer's got him!

Kissens - Mason can't squeak out of this one, y'all!

Mason tries to fight for a few moments, the ref moves in and catches Joseph losing consciousness. He walks towards him and grabs his right arm, lifting it straight up into the air -- and dropping it. It falls down to the mat as the referee stands up straight to start his three-count...

1...

He reaches back down and grabs Mason's arm a second time, raising it and letting go -- watching as hits the mat a second time.

2...

He grabs the same arm yet again, and hoists it into the air -- with Slayer applying all of his strength to the hold. He drops Mason's arm and it hits the mat, with the referee immediately calling for the bell.

3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and moving on to the Quarterfinal Round to face Porta Prince -- EJ Slayer!

Dunn - This time, Mason was no match for Slayer.

Kissens - EJ was out here to prove that last week was a fluke, and he did it in dominating fashion.

EJ Slayer has his arm raised by the referee, but he snatches it away and turns to duck out of the ring. He receives a loud booing from the crowd as he starts to head up the ramp while Mason is slow to pick himself up on the outside of the ring.

Falcoon - Now it's time to take bets on if we will see Joseph Mason again.

A few moments pass before Slayer disappears behind the curtains of the entrance way, while Mason just begins to hobble towards the ramp.

Dunn - All in all, at least our Quarterfinal Matchups have all been determined.

The feed cuts away from him and to the announcers booth.

Kissens - That's always a step in the right direction.

Suddenly, and without warning, the feed snaps back to the ramp and "Wherein Lies Continue" blares over the speakers and JC begins walking to the ring. The crowd gives him the typical reaction as they boo and throw things in his general direction. He focuses on the ring, and quickly enters it and grabs both a chair and a microphone. He sits down and for a moment, does nothing. Then as the crowd noise dies down, he speaks in a low voice.

JC - The Quest for the Best tournament is tonight. I'm sure you're all aware that I'm not in it, and that makes you happy.

The crowd acknowledges this with cheers and JC ignores them.

JC - What can I say? Well, I suppose I could rant about how my brother's arrival has thrown off my game. I could rant about how The Phoenix got lucky. Trust me, both of those things are true. But the biggest reason that I lost on Addiction was because of myself. I lost because of my own hubris. Phoenix certainly wasn't the better man. You all saw that I destroyed him with The Answer and could have ended it. But the combination of being in my home state, with an audience that appreciates me for once, and my own arrogance caused me to underestimate the resolve of the PDA champion, and so he got the fluke win.

The crowd boos JC's apparent lack of respect for The Phoenix.

JC - You can boo all you want, but it's true. Phoenix won on a fluke. This doesn't change my level of respect for him. Hell, I'm still shocked that he was able to do anything after I dropped him on his head with the full weight of his own body behind it. But this...proves...nothing. Phoenix didn't win because of his own merits, he won because I didn't do what I should have done and put more effort into beating him instead of arrogantly thinking my new finisher was enough to put him down for good.

JC now stands up and kicks the chair aside.

JC - I'm not here to talk about Phoenix. I'm here to talk about my plans for the future, regarding my place in the company and all who inhabit it...like my brother.

A small "GI" chant breaks out, as OWF fans have quickly taken to JC's brother for his determination to stop JC.

JC - Eric...if you have any fortitude, you'll end this charade of trying to come back and do what you came here to do. Face me next month at Determined. You can pick the match stipulation, I don't care. It doesn't match how I end you, as long as I get to end you. You don't have to go through The Rogues to get to me. I'm laying down a challenge for you.

The crowd begins to get restless and the thought of the two brothers fighting draws strong reactions.

JC - Plague was right about one thing...I've lost focus. When I removed the brain disease that permeated the OWF, I become complacent in my victory. I still had other problems to remove and I didn't do that. Now they're starting to build up. GI, I'm going to finish the job that I started. You are not going to stop me. So go ahead, choose the means of your own destruction. Face me at Determined. You know, it can even be in that six-man tag tournament that I know is going to happen. Find some partners, and I'll take the Rogues. I don't care. I just want to end this before you get a chance to embarrass me further. I'll be waiting for your answer.

JC drops the microphone and departs from the ring. He dodges a few objects thrown at him as he casually begins to stroll back up the ramp.

Falcoon - Well JC has moved on from his disappointing output in the Tournament, and now is focusing on his brother.

Dunn - And to the next Pay Per View, for that matter.

Kissens - JC is a man of his word, so I don't expect him to give up on this so easily y'all.

He disappears behind the curtains, with the camera cutting to ring side to show Missy Janson already up on the ring apron.

Dunn - He must be taking this out on his brother because he didn't advance.

Kissens - That or he's a dick, y'all.

She enters the ring with a microphone in hand, and heads for the middle of the squared circle.

Falcoon - Either way, it's time to move on to the Quarterfinals of the Tournament.

Dunn - With this first match being between two competitors who are desperately looking to establish themselves in the OWF once again.

She waits for the fans to quiet down before she brings the microphone up to her lips and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - The next match-up is a Top Rope Triumph Match, scheduled for a one-fall that must be attained directly following a move from the top rope. There is no time limit, and it is a Quarterfinal Round Matchup in the Quest For The Best Tournament!

The fans cheer loudly, giving Missy a chance to catch her breath.

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
on broken picture tube, it fits the attitude
if you could see yourself, you put you on a shelf
your verbal masturbate, promise to nauseate
today I'll play the part of non-parent
not make a hundred rules for you to know about yourself
not lie and make you believe what's evil
is making love, and making friends, and meeting god your own way
the right way.

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
in turn, you're making us fucking hostile
we stand alone.

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
the boundaries of the law
you seem to miss the point
arresting for a joint?!
you seem to wonder why
hundreds of people die
you're writing tickets man
my mom gets jumped, they ran!
now I'll play a public servant
to serve and protect by the law and the state
I'd bust the punks that rape, steal, and murder
and leave you be, if you crossed me, I'd shake your hand like a man,
not a god.

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
in turn, you're making us fucking hostile
we stand alone.

Dunn - This is his third go in the Quest For The Best Tournament, and he's never made it past the Semi's in any year prior.

Falcoon - That is something you can expect him to try to change here tonight.

Missy stands tall in the middle of the ring and brings the microphone up to her lips yet again.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Manugua, Nicaragua... Vernon Somoza!

PA System – Reggaeton Latino

Bailen, yales
Muevan, suden
Sientan el poder
Del reggaeton latino
Bailen, yales
Muevan, suden
Sientan el poder
Del reggaeton latino
(Ohhh...)
(Ohhh...)
(Ohhh...)
(Ohhh...)

The Lights turn Blue and White and they begin to flash with the bass of the Song. The Crowd begins to hoot and cheer as Somoza walks out with Tan Fatigues on a Military Generals coat and a Military green hat on. He has on Sunglasses smoking a large Cigar and carries the Nicaraguan Flag on a pole and waves it towards the crowd. He walks towards the ring blowing smoke into the air, and slapping a few hands as the music blares. He steps into the ring and places the flag atop one of the corners and Salutes it. He turns back to the ring and prepares for his match.

Dunn - This is going to be a clash of styles, for sure.

Vernon's music fades out, and Missy exits the ring -- with the referee calling for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men stare at each other across the ring, with Vernon Somoza beginning to pace back and forth anxiously. Meanwhile Plague leans casually in his corner, smoking what’s left of his cigarette and taking the occasional pull from a whiskey bottle. The ref looks back and forth between the two men -- who still aren't going at each other. Plague tosses his cigarette out of the ring and Somoza pulls his hat off of his head and places it on the ring post behind him. Plague pushes himself out of the corner, Somoza stops his pacing and stretches his arms back. The two men advance towards the center of the ring, circling each other, feeling each other out -- neither man wanting to make a mistake. Plague cocks his arm and fakes a few punches, laughing when Somoza avoids them. He takes a step back, and beckons the bigger man forward with a grin on his face. Vernon Somoza rears back to deliver a huge haymaker, but at the last second Plague takes another step back and smacks it away -- delivering a right hand of his own to the underside of Vernon’s chin.

Dunn - A battle of strikes, eh?

Falcoon - This one will turn in Somoza's favor if it stays like this.

Kissens - That's the pace he'd like to keep this match at, since his aerial assaults are a bit lacking y'all.

Somoza staggers back a few steps, while Plague continues his onslaught with a flurry of right and left jabs towards Vernon's head. Somoza struggles to cover up his head and face from the strikes of the smaller man. Vernon ducks his head and pushes forward -- shoving Plague flat on his ass. Plague does a reverse somersault, landing in a crouched position. Vernon Somoza hangs back, laughing slightly as he watches Plague leaps up to his feet -- beckoning Somoza forward again. Somoza obliges and moves forward again, this time more slowly and calculated. When he goes for a second devastating haymaker, Plague ducks under and moves quickly around grabbing a hold of Somoza in a reverse waist lock. Somoza struggles for a moment, before throwing a huge back elbow -- which his opponent ducks again, only to have Vernon Somoza’s knee crack Plague right across his face.

Falcoon - Plague took his eye off the ball for a second.

Dunn - Well, the knee actually.

Falcoon - Whatever -- either way he took his eye off something, and it cost him.

Plague’s body snaps upwards, and without missing a beat he quickly lifts the two hundred pounder up onto his shoulders, and slams him down to the mat with a stiff scoop slam. He swoops down to the mat behind Plague, lifting him up to a seated postion before helocks in a reverse chin lock trying to wear Plague down. Plague flails, trying to find away to escape, he leaps up to a crouched position looking to drag the sadistic Somoza up to his feet while basically laying over his back. Somoza grins and allows himself to be pushed up, making Plague think that he has gained a little bit of leeway.

Dunn - Plague keeps on bringing it to Somoza.

Falcoon - He must be trying to tire him out.

Kissens - A lot of people have tried, but not too many have been able to wear Vernon down.

Plague delivers back-elbow after back-elbow with his right arm into the gut of Somoza, but when he tries to push the stronger man off of him Somoza lays out -- executing a sleeper slam, driving the back of Plague's head into the mat. Somoza is fast to get to his feet, allowing Plague a little time to recover, who takes his precious time. Somoza shrugs, moving to drag the scrappy Plague up to his feet, but the experienced veteran pulls a fast on -- rolling backwards and delivering both of his feet into the exposed jaw of Vernon Somoza. His head snaps back in reaction to the sharp and sudden kick, while Plague immediately kips up and steps forward -- delivering a spinning roundhouse to the side of Somoza’s head, dropping him to his knees. Vernon stays in that position, dazed from the strikes, when Plague cracks a second kick to his loopy, kneeling opponent. Incurring a lot of damage to his head, Somoza drops down to the mat -- with Plague glancing around. He turns his body and leans up against the ropes to give himself added momentum from their bounce. He sprints towards Vernon delivers a stiff dropkick into the face of his opponent the moment he pushes himself up to his knees. Plague wastles little time as he rolls to a kneeling position at the side of Somoza’s head, before grabbing a fistful of Somoza’s long hair and driving right hand, after right hand, into his face.

Falcoon - Plague is getting frustrated now.

The referee immediately steps in beginning his manditory five count...

1... 2... 3... 4...

Which forces Plague to release the hold on Somoza's hair. Plague backs off for a grand total of three seconds, before resuming his pummeling. The referee steps in again, and this time pushes Plague away. This allows Somoza to push himself to his feet, showing his lip has been cut open and a small amount of blood trickles down from the wound. He wipes it away with his thumb, laughing at Plague while he argues with the referee. Plague eventually moves forward, throwing a quick punch by Somoza blocks it with ease -- countering it into a hip toss, immediately locking it into a arm bar after slamming Plague down to his back. Plague uses his size to squirm up to his feet and brings a boot into Vernon's stomach. He reels back slightly, but pulls Plague into a single arm DDT as he staggers. He falls to his back and Plague’s unprotected forehead bounces off the canvas from the impactful move. Somoza rolls to his feet, while Plague holds his forehead in pain on the mat. Somoza signals to the crowd that it was time to end this as he approaches the nearest corner, quickly climbing up to the top and turning himself to face Plague. He leaps off looking for a top rope knee drop and he lands with it across the spine of Plague, who jolts in pain on the canvas. The fans are in awe after seeing the big man fly, while Somoza quickly rolls his opponent over and looks for the pin. 1... 2... Kickout by Plague.

Dunn - What in the...

Falcoon - I can't believe he's still breathing, let alone that he kicked out.

Somoza curses loudly, and gets back up to his feet -- bringing Plague with him as he does. He drills two right hands into his opponents dazed face, before irish whipping him hard across the ring towards the opposite turnbuckle. Somoza breaks into a sprint, but Plague seamlessly climbs up the turnbuckle and turns his body around into a dropkick when he leaps off, driving both of his feet into the face of Somoza. Plague grabs Somoza’s leg after falling on top of him, and pinning his shoulder to the mat -- with the referee diving in to make the count. 1... 2... Kickout by Somoza. Plague rolls off his opponent and hauls his beaten body up to a vertical stance -- but Somoza is a step ahead this time -- already back to his feet after the dropkick. He hoists up Plague looking for El Pinolero as he charges full force at the turnbuckle, but Plague manages to shimmy over his shoulder and reverse the maneuver into a reverse DDT. Both men lie motionless after impact. Plague rolls over and drapes an arm for the pin. The referee doesn't administer the count.

Kissens - It's gotta be a move from the top, y'all.

Dunn - Big mistake by Plague, who still hasn't realized why his fall isn't being counted.

Plague pushes himself up a elbow, and is seen talking to the referee with a harsh tone. The ref starts to explain the situation, as Plague pushes himself all the way up to his feet -- and starts to full-on argue with the referee. Somoza has risen to his feet and waits behind the unsuspecting Plague. Finally the smaller man turns around -- and Somoza easily scoops him up and charges to the corner -- crushing him against it while held in the powerslam position. He then rushes out, and drives Plague down to his back with a running powerslam -- using the momentum from the corner.

Dunn - El Pinolero! He may get this one!

Falcoon - He just needs to get up top!

Somoza, laughs and holds his arms out, absorbing the crowds cheers before he begins to walk to climb the turnbuckle. He does so with relative ease, and turns himself to face Plague -- when Ray Lopes is seen running down the ramp.

Kissens - That son of a...

He hops up onto the ring apron and approaches the corner Somoza is perched upon, drawing Vernon's attention away from Plague. He turns himself to the side and with a quick boot, Ray is sent crashing down to the floor -- allowing Somoza to look back to Plague, who unfortunately for Vernon, has returned to his feet and is in a full-on sprint towards the corner. Plague explodes from his sprint, and leaps to the top rope. His feet only touch the turnbuckle for a second, before he grabs two fistfuls of Somoza’s hair. He pulls the large man off the turnbuckle and down towards the mat, back-first, with Plague also falling backwards and delivering both of his knees right into the back of Vernon's head with a top-rope codebreaker

Falcoon - Holy shit!

Dunn - What a move!

Kissens - With an assist from Lopes!

Seconds after impact, Plague quickly rolls Somoza into a pin with the referee diving in to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and moving on to the Semifinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament -- Plague!

Dunn - Plague returns to the Semi's again!

Falcoon - He just has to wait to find out his opponent now, since he already knows the stipulations.

Kissens - Both of which are men bigger than Plague.

Plague has his hand held high in the ring, with a mixed reaction coming from the fans. Somoza rolls under the bottom rope and escapes to the back holding his head in pain.

Dunn - He's got his work cut out for him.

Falcoon - That's for sure.

Plague exits the rings and slaps a few extended hands, as he too heads for the ramp.

Kissens - And now Somoza has even more reason to hate Ray Lopes.

Falcoon - Well, I'd hate him too if he cost me a chance to move on to the Semifinals.

The feed cut's backstage, and the camera is focused on a determined Porta Prince walking through the corridors of Madison Square Garden. A loud pop ensues, when everybody's favorite bigman hits the OWFTron. Porta stops in his tracks and locks his eyes onto something, which makes the cameraman turn around with curiosity. When the lens' focus comes to, Miss Stephanie is seen leaving a locker room. Porta walks up and places his bag on the floor, much to Miss Stephanie's suprise.

Miss Stephanie - Porta!! I-I'm glad you're here! I was gettin' a bit worried about you.

Porta gives Stephanie a stern look before locking his eyes on door. The plate reads "Somoza" and you can see Porta's face fill with rage. The crowd waits patiently as the tension starts to build, wondering how Porta is going to react.

Porta Prince - You little...

Porta grabs his bag off the floor, grabs Stephanie by her bicep and begins to walk down the corridor. Stephanie pulls away quickly, stopping Porta in his tracks.

Miss Stephanie - What's your problem!?!?

Porta Prince - Just what the fuck were you doing in Somoza's room?

Miss Stephanie - Look, just because you're not on great "speaking terms" with Somoza, doesn't mean I can't visit my friend and console him after a tough loss.

Porta Prince - Look Steph, pay very close attention to what I'm about to say: Remember who brought you into this business....'cause that man can take you out in a heartbeat! Now let's go to OUR room, before I do something crazy out here.

Porta grabs Stephanie by the hand and they walk quickly towards their locker room. Around the corner, Tyler Taylor stops Porta before he can enter.

Tyler Taylor - Hey Porta!! You know wha--

Porta Prince - Not now Tyler.

Porta pushes Taylor aside as Stephanie walks into the locker room leaving the door open. A determined Taylor Tyler grabs Porta's shoulder before he can enter.

Tyler Taylor - But it's promo time! And you know all your fans are wai--

Porta Prince - NOT NOW TYLER!!

Taylor tries to get out another word, but Porta slams the door dead in the face of Tyler Taylor, who can do nothing but look like a fool in front of the camera. The feed cuts back to the announcers booth at ringside -- getting a glimpse of the ring, which is now completely fixed up with all of the steel platforms jutting out from each side of the ring.

Dunn - Uh oh.

Falcoon - This situation with El Plaga is just getting worse and worse.

Kissens - It's going to come to a head sooner rather than later.

Falcoon - Let's just hope it doesn't cost Porta.

Next to the announcers table, Missy Janson stands up from her steel chair at the time keepers table and lifts the microphone off of the table.

Dunn - He's up next, so you can't expect him to be one hundred percent mentally.

Falcoon - Well, lets send it to Missy for introductions so we can find out.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her lips and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - The following match-up is a Platform Match, scheduled for a one-fall with no time limit, and it is a Quarterfinal Round Matchup in the Quest For The Best Tournament!

The fans quiet to a low humming murmur, with Missy pausing to catch her breath.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Haiti... Porta Prince!

Red and blue pyro fall over the stage with "Welcome To Jamrock" playing.

PA System - Out In The Streets. THEY CALL IT MURDAAAA!

Pyro stops and Porta Prince appears as if he was behind it the whole time. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. He climbs up the steel ladder leading onto the platform, and hops onto it. As he steps into the ring, he gets up drapes himself over the ropes with a hand raise as red & blue pyro goes off behind him.

Falcoon - This could be the biggest match of Porta's career.

Dunn - Well, I'd say his World Title shot was pretty big.

Falcoon - But tonight, if he gets past Slayer, he has a shot to do a whole lot more than just that tonight.

Kissens - He's got a point, y'all.

Porta's music fades out and the lights return to normal. Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth.

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 acends the ladder, also making his way onto the Platform.

Falcoon - Slayer is going to be a little weaker walking into this match than Porta.

Dunn - But he's still one of the strongest competitors still alive here tonight.

Slayer enters the ring as Missy sits down into her steel chair. The referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Both men rush the center of the ring and start off on a strong note. Porta Prince strikes first with a short right elbow to Slayer's chin -- to which EJ responds to with a short left jab. He follows it up with a toe-kick, bringing his boot into the abdomen of Prince -- doubling him over. As Slayer approaches, Port lunges at EJ's legs and looks for a double-leg takedown but EJ counters. He brings a clubbing right forearm down across Porta's exposed back, dropping him down to his knees for a moment. Porta has no time to defend himself as he ends up falling victim to a lifting right knee directly to his face. EJ bends down and prevents Porta from toppling over by grabbing a hold of his right arm, and leads him back up to his feet. He wrenches the captured limb of his opponent around behind his back, synching in a deep hammerlock. He is only able to keep the hold for a few brief seconds as Prince spins out and away from Slayer -- while EJ keeps his grip tight on Porta's wrist. As both competitors connected arms are fully extended, Prince yanks Slayer into a short sprint towards him. Prince bends down and tucks his shoulder into the abdomen of his opponent -- flipping him over his head, along with the ropes, and sending EJ Slayer out of the ring.

Dunn - Brilliant counter by Porta.

Falcoon - He has really been incredible as of late.

Kissens - He's going to need to do a lot more than drop EJ on his back to get past him, y'all.

EJ crashes down onto the steel platform attached to the ring apron with the back body drop from Porta, as the fans all rise to their feet. They watch as Porta Prince steps through the same set of ropes to join his fallen opponent on the platform. Porta bends down and scoops Slayer off of the cold steel. He drags him up to his knees when EJ fires a short left jab into Prince's gut -- dazing his opponent long enough to get back up to his feet on his own. Returning to his feet he grapples with Porta as the two men try to overpower one another in the collar and elbow tie-up. They walk in a circle, trying to gain an advantage, when Porta forces EJ up against the ring ropes from which they entered onto the platform from.

Kissens - Both of these guys are incredibly strong.

Falcoon - I have a feeling the guy who makes the least mistakes will end up walking out victorious.

Kissens - Or the guy who has the better stamina, y'all.

Slayer tries to power himself off of the ropes, but Porta lifts his right knee and brings it up into EJ's sternum. Immediately he bends his opponent forward and hooks him around the neck in a front face lock. Prince quickly tosses EJ's right arm over his head, and steps back to pull Slayer from the ropes. From there he lifts his adversary straight up into a suplex position, but only for a moment as Slayer kicks his legs up and over the top rope -- landing on his feet on the canvas, while Porta remains on the platform. Slayer is able to wiggle free from the suplex hold, but keeps a tight grasp around Porta's right arm before falling down to the canvas -- executing an armbreaker over the top rope, sending Porta down to the platform holding his elbow in pain.

Falcoon - Smart thinking by Slayer.

Kissens - He's by no means a mat-technician, but he has enough intelligence to compensate for that.

Slayer quickly returns to his feet and reaches through the ropes to grab Porta's left foot. He drags the large man from the platform, under the bottom rope, and back into the ring before standing up over him and rounding towards his head. He grabs Porta around his shoulders, and begins tugging him up from the mat. Once he is standing, EJ isolates Porta's right arm and flips him down to the canvas with an arm drag takedown -- immediately into a kneeling arm bar. Porta yells in pain with the referee checking on him, as EJ continues to wrench back to do more damage to his arm. After a few seconds of struggling to return to his knees, Prince finally pushes himself up and starts walking around in a circle -- his arm still firmly grasped by his opponent. Showing signs of agility never seen before, Porta somersaults forward and digs his shoulders down into the canvas while bringing his knees towards his chest. He kips up to the soles of his boots, and reverses the leverage on Slayer -- now twisting his right arm at the shoulder joint and causing him to drop down to a knee.

Dunn - So far Porta is hanging with Slayer.

Falcoon - I'm not surprised, but we'll see how long it lasts.

Instead of keeping the hold on, Prince merely circles behind EJ and rears his left arm back behind his ear. He thrusts the point of his left elbow downwards, and connects right on the bicep of Slayer as he releases his grip with his right hand. With him still kneeling in front of Porta, EJ is grasped and yanked to his feet -- pulled into a reverse waist lock by his opponent. With pain surging through his right arm, he lifts his left arm up and cocks it before swinging it behind his body. He connects with the left side of Prince's face, but he doesn't relinquish his grasp around Slayer's midsection. EJ delivers a second back-elbow, this one more centralized on Porta's left temple -- but again Porta keeps EJ in his clutches.

Kissens - Porta is holding on with everything he's got.

Falcoon - While Slayer is throwing everything he's got at Porta!

EJ is lifted into the air for a moment as Prince tries to dump him backwards over his head, but a third back-elbow connects with Porta's face -- forcing him to drop Slayer back down to his feet. With his back turned to his opponent, at first, Slayer spins around and cracks Porta with a spinning back-fist right to the left side of his neck. Keeping his left hand behind his head, EJ drags Porta in to a standing side headlock -- wrenching around his head with his left arm, and using his right hand to pull the hold even tighter. Prince is forced to drop down to his right knee due to the pain and the blood rushing from his head, with the referee moving in to check on him.

Dunn - Slayer is really focusing in on the head and neck of Porta.

Falcoon - He has a game plan, and he is sticking to it.

EJ gets the headlock on tight, but the fans begin a chant of "Porta! Porta!" which fuels him. He begins pushing himself off of his knee, and stands himself up -- bringing his right elbow into Slayer's midsection.

Kissens - Porta won't stop fighting, though.

Falcoon - If one thing is for sure, it's that Prince will go until his body gives out.

EJ barely budges, and doesn't loosen the headlock, prompting Porta to nail a second elbow to his stomach. The grip around his neck is broken for a moment, and Prince tries to run towards the ropes. Slayer quickly reapplies the headlock, pulling Porta back in -- but as he does, he is lifted up and over the shoulder of Prince. EJ is dropped onto his head and neck with a back body drop, as the fans explode after the impact.

Dunn - Now he has to keep the pressure on!

Falcoon - For a platform match, this one has stayed in the ring pretty much.

Kissens - These two just want to beat the hell out of each other.

Shaking his head a bit, Prince stands himself up and looks out to the cheering crowd, when we see Vernon Somoza run down the ramp.

Kissens - Somoza is here now!

Falcoon - What the hell does he want?

Porta immediately see's him, as Miss Stephanie rushes out right behind him -- eventually grabbing Vernon's arm, while Prince yells at them both to get lost.

Dunn - It looks like he's out here to help, but Stephanie is here now as well!

Stephanie convinces Somoza to return back up the ramp after whispering something into his hear, while Porta turns to eye-up his opponent again. As he does, he steps right into a single-armed clutch by Slayer -- who sweeps out the legs of Porta Prince while lifting him into the air. He spins his opponent around and drops him right onto the back of his head with a one-armed leg sweeping Powerbomb.

Dunn - The Violent End!

Falcoon - And Somoza cost Porta again!

EJ lays over Porta, with the referee diving to the mat to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and moving on to the Semifinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament... EJ Slayer!

Kissens - Our first Semifinal is set!

Falcoon - Plague and EJ Slayer will be going one on one in a Pure Rules Match.

Dunn - That will be a sight to see.

Again Slayer avoids having his arm raised, and chooses to exit the ring onto the steel platform. He jumps off of it and lands on the concrete floor at the base of the ramp -- moving up it to a smattering of boos. Ring technicians immediately rush down to the ring and begin to dismantle the platforms.

Kissens - We're halfway through the Quarterfinals, and this tournament is taking shape rather nicely.

Falcoon - So far every match has been packed with action, so all we can hope for is continued show-stopping matches.

Dunn - That's almost a guarantee.

Kissens - Well we have a lot more show to go, so only time will tell y'all.

Falcoon - We have to take a break for a moment, but we'll be right back with the last two Quarterfinal Matches!

The feed fades from the ring as the first platform is removed.

..AS THEY CURRENTLY STAND..

The cameras open back up as the ring is completely free from all of its platforms. Standing directly in the center of the ring, we see Missy Janson clutching a microphone in her right hand.

Dunn - We're back, and we keep on rolling on.

Falcoon - This match is the only one where the physical attributes of the two men are so different.

Kissens - I know. I can't wait, y'all.

Falcoon - You don't have to, lets--

Just then from the curtains, we see Amanda Davis, of all people, walk out onto the ramp. Her prescence is barely noted by the fans, who watch as she slowly walks down the ramp and plants herself at ringside.

Kissens - Is that... Amanda what's-her-face?

Dunn - Amanda Davis, and yep.

Falcoon - What is she doing back here?

Prez Specter - I was wondering the same exact thing, Gordie...

From the back, President Specter entires the arena to a loud applause from the crowd. He motions for them to quiet down before speaking into the microphone.

Prez Specter - See, I was watching the monitor backstage and had no intentions of coming out here tonight. But, instead, I see something that needs to be fixed.

Specter pauses, turning his attention to ringside.

Prez Specter - Amanda Davis, you have one minute to vacate the ringside area immediately. You have no managerial license to be present, and if you aren't a manager -- then you'll have to buy a ticket.

The fans whisper to one another, causing a loud hum in the arena. Amanda sighs and obliges the President, slowly walking back up the ramp. She passes by him and exits through the curtains, with Specter following directly behind her.

Dunn - What is that all about?

Falcoon - I have no idea.

Kissens - And I don't really care, let's just get on to the next match.

Falcoon - Alright, well, lets actually send it to Missy this time.

The camera cuts back to the ring as Missy lifts the microphone up to her lips, and begins her announcements after the initial interruption.

Missy Janson - The next match-up is a Last Man Standing Match, with no time limit, and it is a Quarterfinal Round Matchup in the Quest For The Best Tournament!

The eager crowd rise up to their feet, turning their attention away from Missy and towards the entrance ramp.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Boston, Massachusetts... Piter Svoboda!

PA System - Svoboda is here to get it on... So rock on, brothers, rock on.

A solitary voice can be faintly heard trying to get an "M-V-Dub!" chant going as the beat kicks in and the Bloodhound Gang begins rapping.

Ashes to ashes
And funks to funky

No rhyme
No reason
No job
No class
And we don't go to the ghetto 'cause they'd shoot our ass!

The determined chanter stops as the curtain jerks aside and Piter Svoboda steps into view, decked out in winter casual a la New England and looking like he hasn't slept in at least a couple years. His left hand is in a simple brace now. He begins to slowly amble down to the ring, apparently too lost in his own head to notice the enticed crowd or the mortified commentary team. Svoboda drags himself under the bottom rope and into the ring.

Dunn - He beat Trent, which was the first step to a successful return for Piter.

Kissens - Now he's faced with a much taller task.

Dunn - Not much taller, but definitely heavier.

The music fades out as Piter backs into his corner, stretching himself out with the help of the ropes.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, 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.
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.

Dunn - I don't know how the hell he's still standing.

Falcoon - JC nearly ended his career again last week.

Kissens - Well, one thing is for certain -- that neck is going to be a focal point of any competitor he faces tonight.

His music dies down, but the fans keep applauding very loudly. The Phoenix stares across the ring at Piter Svoboda while Missy heads for the side of the ring nearest the announcers table.

Falcoon - He's going to have to cross that bridge if and when he makes it there.

Once she returns to her seat, the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

As the bell rings, The Phoenix immediately steps out of his corner and begins to cross the ring. Piter Svoboda tries to circle out of his corner, but finds that The Phoenix has cut off any exit. Svoboda tries to shoot out of the corner and grabs a hold around The Phoenix's right leg. He does everything in his power to try to take the big man down, but The Phoenix isn't having it and balls his hands together -- only to bring them down across the spine of Svoboda with a double-axe handle smash. Piter drops to his knees momentarily, with The Phoenix reaching down and hooking him under both of his arms. He tugs Svoboda off of the canvas, and returns him up to his feet as he slides both of his arms around behind his opponents back. With ease he tosses Piter over his head, and sends him sliding across the canvas once he crashes to the mat from the overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.

Falcoon - There's that strength advantage seen as clear as day.

Dunn - Piter needs to stay away from wrestling, or striking with this guy.

Kissens - He'd be better served cheating his way to a win, y'all.

Dunn - I'm afraid thats all a one-hundred forty pound man could do.

The Phoenix immediately rolls back up to his feet, while Piter turns onto his right side and begins pushing himself up just behind his opponent. This gives The Phoenix time to approach Svoboda cautiously, and grab a hold of him around both sides of his head. He pulls Piter into a front face lock, and tosses his free right arm over his head. Yanking him up into the air he pulls Piter into a vertical suplex position, which Svoboda wiggles out of and lands on his feet behind The Phoenix. He leaps off of the mat and dropkicks the back of The Phoenix's right knee -- sending him down to it on the mat. Piter picks himself off of the mat, rounds to the front of The Phoenix and brings a rising knee up into the bridge of his nose -- dazing the larger of the two as The Phoenix remains on his right knee. Svoboda steps back, then thrusts a shin kick flush across The Phoenix's chest with a loud thud echoing off of the walls of the arena upon impact. His opponent remains on his right knee, but seems to be losing the battle of strikes at this point. A second shin kick from Piter's right leg finds it's mark across the chest of The Phoenix -- but he traps it there as he clutches his left arm over Piter's foot.

Kissens - Piter got caught.

Dunn - He went to the well too many times!

Falcoon - What does that even mean?

He pushes himself up to his feet, forcing Piter to remain hopping up and down on his left foot. The Phoenix yanks him forward, hooking his left arm under the knee of Piter while wrapping the right arm around his head and neck. He grasps his hands together behind Piter's back, and again throws him over his head -- sending him flat to his back with a Capture Suplex. The fans applaud as The Phoenix slowly pushes himself off of the mat, and gets back to his feet to stare down at Piter. Svoboda crawls along the canvas and grabs a hold of the ropes, using them to pick himself back up while The Phoenix waits for him in the middle of the ring. Finally returning to his feet, Piter shakes his head and begins to circle around his opponent -- looking for any glaring weakness.

Dunn - Piter better do something, otherwise he's going to find himself going home really early tonight.

Svoboda's movements are paralleled by the shifting The Phoenix, who continually makes sure his shoulders are squared towards Piter. After a few seconds of posturing Piter Svoboda dives forwards upon his back at the legs of The Phoenix -- sliding through them both, while the big man bends down to reach for Piter. Svoboda pulls himself all the way through the legs of of his opponent, with a grasp on both of his wrists. Once clear, Piter swoops back up to his feet -- holding The Phoenix's right and left arms crossed between his legs, forcing him to remain bent forward. Using the arms of his opponent for added momentum, Piter jumps straight into the air and extends his feet forward towards the legs of The Phoenix. Both soles of his boots hit the back of The Phoenix's knees, dropping him down to them as Piter reliquishes the hold on his arms.

Falcoon - There he goes, now he just needs to keep up the pace.

Kissens - I think he's figured that out by now.

The fans give a nice ovation to Piter's innovative move as he picks himself up from his rear, clutching The Phoenix under both of his arms in an attempt to pick him up off of the mat. Svoboda struggles greatly, barely doing enough to budge his opponent. After a few moments The Phoenix is able to begins pulling himself up, while Svoboda tranistions his grasp into a full-nelson which is loosely applied to the arms and neck of The Phoenix. Once back on his feet The Phoenix is able to escape the hold easily, using Piter's arms to thrust him over his back and up onto his shoulder. The Phoenix holds Piter Svoboda in the front powerslam position for a few seconds, before runs forward towards the middle of the ring. Svoboda is able to slide down off of The Phoenix's shoulders, and puts both of his hands across the big mans back -- shoving him forward a step, which crushes him up against the corner chest-first. The Phoenix holds his stomach in a great deal of pain as he stumbles backwards out of the corner -- while Piter takes off towards the ropes attached to that same turnbuckle. Piter springboards up to the second rope, leaps off of it and sends himself into a twirl so he now faces The Phoenix while in midair. He brings his cocked right leg forward and brings the laces of his boots straight across The Phoenix's mouth -- knocking him flat to his back, with his head snapping against the canvas.

Dunn - What a friggin' kick by Piter.

Falcoon - The Phoenix may be out cold after that one.

Kissens - If the kick didn't do it, the whiplash to neck may have.

The referee steps in while Svoboda returns to his feet, and backs into the nearest corner. He begins to administer the ten-count on The Phoenix, who has already begun to stir.

1... 2... 3...

The Phoenix rolls himself over onto his right hip, planting the palm of his right hand onto the canvas for balance.

4... 5... 6...

He begins pulling himself up to his right knee when Piter steps out of the corner and breaks up the count once he see's The Phoenix will not stay down just yet.

Dunn - That's actually a smart move there.

Kissens - He knew he hasn't done enough to keep his opponent down, so he needs to continue the beating.

He places both of his hands around the head of The Phoenix and leads him back to his feet. He mostly gets back up on his own accord, but Piter puts him back down to his left knee with a sharp headbutt to The Phoenix's forehead. The impact stuns Svoboda a bit as he too drops to his knee, but only for a moment as he soon rises back up to his feet. The Phoenix remains in his kneeling position while Svoboda takes off towards the ropes behind him, turning himself and bouncing off of them back-first. He charges back at The Phoenix and dives towards his midsection, bringing his crossed arms straight across his opponent's chest with a flying cross chop that lays The Phoenix out temporarily. The impact seems to be shaken off rather quickly as The Phoenix immediately rolls onto his left side, already trying to get back up to his feet while Svoboda stares on while formulating a plan in his head.

Dunn - Now it seems like even the speed of his strikes aren't cutting it for Piter.

Falcoon - He's going to have to adapt on the go.

He sets it into motion as he positions himself directly behind The Phoenix, but just a few steps to the right. No matter how The Phoenix turns as he rises to his feet, Piter keeps the same distance and position according to the body of his opponent. Once The Phoenix gets back up to his feet, Piter jumps into a full-on sprint towards the set of ring ropes that The Phoenix is facing -- brushing past the right shoulder of The Phoenix on his way. He turns, hitting the ropes back-first, and springs back towards his opponent who has been lying in wait. Piter jumps into the air, looking for another flying cross chop but this time he is caught between his legs and under his head -- with The Phoenix holding Piter's body parallel to the canvas with his stomach pressed against his. The Phoenix releases his grip on the legs of Piter and swings him around, keeping the clutch around his arm and head while dropping to his left knee and extending his right upward. He brings the back of Piter's head down across the kneecap of his right leg, and immediately releases him to the canvas.

Kissens - Whoa!

Dunn - Piter's head just got crushed -- bone-to-bone.

The Phoenix rises back to his feet and moves back into a neutral corner while the referee begins the ten-count on his opponent.

Falcoon - I don't see him getting up from this one.

1... 2... 3...

Piter holds the back of his head while rolling onto his knees and elbows, with The Phoenix watching intently.

4... 5...

Piter pulls his right knee up to his chest and pushes his hands upon the mat, rising up to his left knee.

6... 7...

He stands himself all the way up onto his very unsteady legs, and stumbles around to break the count.

Kissens - I can't believe that.

Falcoon - Piter sure has motivation and a will to survive on his side.

The Phoenix sees this and steps forward, allowing Piter to stagger right into his grasp -- lifting him up and laying out to crush him upon his back with a huge Spinebuster. The entire ring shakes from the impact while The Phoenix slowly rises off of Svoboda, who has both of his arms clutched around his midsection. Instead of allowing the referee to count him down, The Phoenix reaches down and grabs Piter by his right arm and yanks him back up to his feet. Once there he tucks his right shoulder down into Svoboda's lower midsection and hoists him up on to his shoulders in a standing firemans carry position. He rounds towards the center of the ring while Piter flails his legs violently while trying to free himself. The Phoenix is able to hold him upon his shoulders, even as Piter begins bringing the point of his right elbow flush across his left cheek. In a last ditch effort to free himself, Piter kicks his right knee up and takes The Phoenix off guard with a sharp knee to the face. This sends The Phoenix flopping down onto his back, subsequently executing a samoan drop on Piter as he is crushed under the weight of his opponent.

Falcoon - That didn't work out for the best.

Dunn - Major miscalculations like that can cost you in a match like this.

The Phoenix rolls off of Piter with both men laying on the mat, which prompts the referee to start a count on both men.

1... 2... 3...

The Phoenix rolls over onto his hands and knees, while Piter is able to get onto his right side as he pulls himself away from his opponent.

4... 5...

The Phoenix pushes himself up with all of his might, and stumbles up against the ropes.

Falcoon - The Phoenix is up!

Dunn - I don't know if Piter can return to his feet in time!

6... 7... 8...

Piter digs his right knee into the mat and pushes his frail frame off of the canvas. He somehow gets back up to his feet, although obviously not completely aware of his surroundings.

Kissens - Just in a nik of time, y'all!

He turns himself around as The Phoenix steps away from the ropes and approaches the dazed Svoboda. With a sharp knee to the stomach he bends Svoboda forward and tightens his left arm around his neck -- locking him in a front face lock. After tossing Piter's left arm over his head, The Phoenix picks Piter straight up into the air -- holding him a vertical suplex position. Somehow Piter counters it by bringing his right knee down and connecting with the forehead of The Phoenix. He drops Piter from the suplex hold, as he collapses down to his hands and knees directly in front of The Phoenix. He lunges forward and brings his right forearm straight to the stomach of The Phoenix, doubling him over as Piter quickly returns to his feet.

Falcoon - He's going back to quick strikes.

Dunn - He needs to do something, because The Phoenix is dictating the pace of this match.

Piter swings his left knee up into the sternum of The Phoenix, causing him to gasp for air. Svoboda rounds it out by leaping into the air and spinning around to bring the sole his of his right foot into the abdomen of The Phoenix -- landing back on his foot with his back to The Phoenix. Svoboda tries to take off towards the set of ring ropes across from him, but his waistband is grabbed by The Phoenix and he tugs Piter backwards into a reverse waist lock. With ease he throws Svoboda over his head, but Piter executes a backflip while in mid-air and lands on his feet while The Phoenix collapses to his back. Svoboda keeps himself balanced on his feet, while The Phoenix slowly rolls to his left hip and begins bringing himself up to match Svoboda's stance. As he rises up he is wrapped in a front face lock, as Piter jumps off the mat and tries swinging himself back down to the mat.

Kissens - Piter's going for that DDT, y'all!

The Phoenix clutches Piter around his midsection and prevents him from falling back to the mat and executing the jumping DDT.

Dunn - Not enough weight on him.

Instead he wraps his left arm over Piter's neck and brings him straight up into the air. He holds Piter there for a long period of time before sitting out and letting Piter crash to the mat directly ontop of the back of his head and neck from the Brainbuster.

Dunn - What impact!

Kissens - Piter has to be hurt from that one!

Piter falls limp while The Phoenix holds the back of his head in a bit of pain. The referee steps in and begins the count.

1... 2... 3...

The Phoenix pushes himself onto his right side and gets back up to his feet, watching as Piter lays in the same position he fell into.

4... 5... 6...

The fans grow more and more excited as Piter still doesn't move, while The Phoenix keeps his attention locked right on his fallen opponent.

Dunn - The Phoenix is just waiting for Piter to get up.

7... 8...

Kissens - Piter still isn't moving!

Falcoon - He's got two seconds to get back up.

9... 10!

Dunn - It's done!

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

Falcoon - Another victory for The Phoenix, and he advances on to the Semi's!

Kissens - If his body is in such bad shape, then his heart and will are going to have to be unmatched tonight.

Dunn - I'm already in awe of what he's capable of doing.

The Phoenix pulls himself back up to his feet, and has his arm raised high in the air -- watching as EMT's rush down to the ring. They enter it and begin to put Svoboda onto a stretecher. They attach a neckbrace to him and slide him under the bottom rope.

Falcoon - Now he has to go back and ice himself down, while he waits to find out his next opponent.

Kissens - If it's Lopes or Jesse, he's still going to have one hell of a night -- win or loss in the Semi's.

The Phoenix takes the time to slap a few hands on his way towards the back, while the EMT's fix Piter to the gurney and begin wheeling him to the back to a nice ovation.

Dunn - I just hope he doesn't come out of this permanentally damaged.

Kissens - Like it seems Piter has.

Falcoon - That's always a risk.

Kissens - And it's one he seems willing to take.

The cameras cut to ringside where Missy Janson stands up from her seat at the time keepers table, with a microphone in hand yet again. She heads for the steel ring steps and quickly ascends them.

Dunn - My money is on Jesse coming out of here.

Falcoon - Which could be for the best, since he isn't a submission artist.

Kissens - You never know with him, so lets send it to Missy so we can find out first hand.

Dunn - Lopes will find out first hand, we'll just be second-hand observers.

She walks along the ring apron, and enters the ring -- walking to the absolute center of it before turning to the live camera.

Missy Janson - The next match of the evening and is a Quarterfinal 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 Dog Collar Match 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.

Missy pauses to look to another section of the crowd.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Los Angeles, California... He is the Current OWF Caribbean Champion... Ray Lopes!

Nigga your past don’t excite me
You bleed just like me

"Step Back" by Brisco & Joe Budden blasts over the PA system as the fans all rise to their feet and begin booing Ray Lopes as he makes his way down to the ring. He ignores the fans all along the way and then slides inside the ring under the bottom rope.

Dunn - He had a hard fought match with Dude JoB, and now he's got an even more competitive match to deal with.

Falcoon - He's had a good bit of rest since his First Round Match, so maybe he will come in fresh.

He backs into his corner as his music fades out, with the referee approaching with an open leather dog collar in his hands. He hands it to Ray who secures it around his neck -- with the referee latching it up at the base of his skull.

Kissens - Yeah, but Jesse barely broke a sweat on Spaz last week y'all. It may not matter how much time Lopes had to recover.

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.
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.

Falcoon - And the Champion is facing the biggest night of his career.

Dunn - I can't fathom a thought believing hes going to walk out on top.

The referee hands the belts to Missy who exits the ring, and returns to her seat at the time keepers table. The referee then turns and grabs the other leather dog collar, and walks towards Jesse. He hands Jesse the collar, which is attached to the one around Ray's neck across the ring by a thick fifteen foot steel chain, and he wraps it around his neck. The referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

As the bell rings, Ray charges across the ring at Jesse -- who pulls the collar away from his neck, showing he never fastened it. He wraps the leather collar around his right fist and brings a right hook across the bridge of Ray's nose. Lopes drops to his right knee as Williams unwraps the collar from his hand to get a better two-handed grip on the steel chain.

Falcoon - That son of a bitch!

Dunn - It's not against the rules. He never put it on, so the match shouldn't have even started.

The referee steps in and warns Jesse, but he rears back as if he is going to whip the thick steel chain at the referee. He ducks out of the way, as Jesse holds the chain back -- choosing to bring it across the chest of Ray, leaving an immediate welt upon his skin. Williams kneels over the fallen Lopes, choking him with the steel chain in plain sight of the referee. There is nothing he can do to stop it until Jesse chooses to release the pressure around Ray's neck. Williams stands up to take in the boo's from the crowd, while Ray immediately pushes himself up and tackles Williams from behind -- taking him down to the mat and laying a sharp elbow strike to the back of his head.

Dunn - That's going to leave a mark!

Kissens - Ray needs to get that chain on Jesse.

Falcoon - It's a severe disadvantage to be stuck chained while your opponent isn't.

Jesse remains on his stomach, and Lopes crawls over his body -- grabbing the dog collar and securing it around Jesse's throat, finally. From there he starts to push himself off of the canvas, grabbing a hold of the steel chain and reeling it in as he starts to pull Jesse up to his feet. When Jesse gets up to his knees, Ray ducks around behind him and doubles-up the steel chain as he wraps it around Jesse's neck a full time. He attempts to choke the life out of Jesse's body, pulling back on both ends of the chain with all of his might. Jesse's face starts to turn dark red, and to get out of this perdicament he allows Ray's pull to yank him up by the collar to a standing position -- still being choked. Jesse spins himself around, but finds Ray pulling him into a front face lock with an assist from the chain. He throws Jesse's left arm over his head and lifts his body straight up into the air with a suplex hold. Williams is able to float over, with the chain still tug around his neck, and land on his feet behind Ray -- who has the chain tangled around his right arm.

Falcoon - Williams counters!

Williams grabs at the links of the chain near his collar and pulls back -- spinning Ray around. As he does so, Jesse spins to unravel the chain from his neck while pulling his left elbow back behind his ear. When both men complete their rotations, Jesse lays out Lopes with a roaring elbow right across his mouth.

Dunn - I think they heard that one in Jersey.

Kissens - Ray's going to hear that one ringing for a long time.

Falcoon - No matter who heard it, Ray got cracked!

Ray remains on his feet, but is soon brought down to his knees by a stiff knee to the stomach from Jesse. Williams shuffles his body to the right, and thrusts the sole of his boot at Ray's face -- but somehow he is able to catch the superkick attempt.

Kissens - Williams was looking to kick Lopes' face off like he did to Spaz!

Dunn - Thank god he avoided it.

Ray gets right back up to his feet and keeps Jesse's leg hooked as he sets him up for a backdrop. Using the leg for leverage he flips Jesse over his back and drops him right on the back of his head -- shaking the entire ring. The fans explode as Lopes slowly begins peeling himself off of the mat, looking a little weary that the crowd has gotten behind him. He steps back to his feet and reaches down to grab two handfuls of Jesse's hair as he slowly begins to lift him onto all fours. When he gets Jesse on his hands and knees, Lopes takes the slack of the steel chain and holds it tightly in his right hand. He whips the chain across Jesse's back, cracking a sick thud throughout the arena as it makes contact. Jesse rolls over onto the mat, trying to get himself towards the ropes while Ray takes another swing at him with the chain. Williams narrowily avoids the shot and rises up to his feet, using the ropes for balance.

Kissens - Williams is in some trouble here as Ray has taken to the offensive!

Just then, Vernon Somoza runs out of the crowd and quickly heads for ringside.

Falcoon - Now Somoza is here!

Dunn - This El Plaga and Lopes thing has gotten way out of hand.

Ray is unaware of Somoza, who grabs some of the slack of chain and wraps it around Ray's foot -- making sure he pays attention to him. Ray turns himself and hangs over the same set of ropes Jesse lays on -- until Williams pushes himself off. He takes a few steps back, fully extending the chain and rushing at the back of Ray. He lifts his right foot up and cracks him across the base of his skull with a running yakuza kick as Somoza releases his grip on the chain -- and hops back into the crowd, disappearing out of sight.

Falcoon - Well, that's probably a signal for the end.

Dunn - Ray put up some fight, but he bit off more than he could chew...

Kissens - With both Jesse and Vernon, y'all.

Williams pulls his right foot down off of the ropes as Ray collapses down to his back. The Champion takes the slack of the chain only to wound it around his right elbow about five or six times. Once he does that, he turns and approaches Ray and lifts his body up into a seated position. He grasps his opponent on both sides of his head, and very slowly tugs him back up to his feet. Jesse keeps his right hand around the back of Ray's head with his right hand, and rushes the nearest set of ropes -- breaking off into a sprint right next to Lopes. Just about two feet from the ropes, Williams releases Lopes and forces him to turn to bounce off of the ropes back-first. As Jesse releases him, he uses his momentum to spin himself around while cocking his loaded right elbow back. The second Ray Lopes leaves the ropes, he ends up on the receiving end of a Roaring Elbow with the steel chain opening up various wounds across his face as Ray falls unconscious to the mat.

Dunn - Jesus fucking christ!

Kissens - Ray's going to need some work done to his face after this one, y'all.

Williams scurries to roll Ray over onto his back, and covers him in a lateral press. The referee dives in and makes the count. 1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - Keep on counting, he's not getting up.

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

Dunn - Well, that's two now.

Kissens - And now all of our Semifinal Matchups are set!

Williams has both the OWF and NLW Titles returned to him and he exits the rings, with the fans getting on his case.

Falcoon - And still the question remains -- who, if anyone, can stop Jesse Willia--

PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

The fans look around, kind of shocked by Jesse Williams old, and trademark theme song. The song itself doesn't kick in, and the fans begin to grow slightly restless as Jesse stops himself on the way up the ramp.

Suddenly, loud thunk is heard and all the lights go off. A second later, a second thunk is heard. A single spotlight shines across the arena to the entrance ramp. A rose appears on the screen of the OWF-Tron, and a silhouette of JC is seen lashed to a cross dangling from its supports -- the word Pride written across his bare chest.

Kissens - HOLY hell!

Falcoon - Another OWF superstar has been crucified.

Dunn - Why is Jesse involved in all of these?

Kissens - He's the one behind it, y'all.

A stream of EMT's rush out, along with a few ring technicians who begin to remove the cross from its perch as the feed cuts out into Hour Three.

** HOUR THREE **