We see Greg Jackson outside the locker room area in a wide hallway before the introduction to Monday Addiction plays. He has a small table set up with some stereo equipment on it, as well as a pair of headphones. There’s a large white sign in front of the table which reads “GREG JACKSON’S NEW SINGLE – “CINNAMON”. He’s smiling as he waits for someone to come by, anxiously awaiting their feedback. Soon enough someone does come by.

Greg Jackson - Wanna hear my new single, “Cinnamon”?

The camera then shows the man he’s talking to, none other than OWF’s Triple Crown Champion, Angel!

Angel - Cinnamon? What kind of music are we talking about here?

Greg Jackson - R and B man! If you like stuff like R. Kelly or Usher, you’ll love this!

Angel - I hate everything you just mentioned there... with a passion.

Greg Jackson - Oh... what do you like then?

Angel - Metal.

Greg Jackson - Well... Cinnamon has elements of metal music in it!

Angel - Does it now?

Greg Jackson - Oh YES! It’s like R and B, jazz, hip-hop, metal fusion!

Angel - Oh my... let’s hear it!

Ecstatic to hear this, Greg excitedly hands Angel the headphones. After putting them on, Greg hits play. Angel listens for a few seconds with no expression on his face. Suddenly his face turns into a scowl as he puts the headphones down.

Greg Jackson - What?

Angel - That’s not anywhere close to being metal!

Greg Jackson - You barely listened to it! There was a bitchin guitar solo half way through!

Angel - Really?

Greg Jackson - Yes, I played it myself.

Angel - Fuck sakes... there’s no way any radio station will play that. That might be the worst song I’ve ever heard.

Greg Jackson - ............Is this about that time I gave you a shooting star press off the top of the cage?

Angel - No........ of course not. I... barely remember that at all.

Greg Jackson - Yeah remember how your Hells Fire buddies helped you win that match? Or how about, Imperium? How many groups have you been in exactly? Are you some sort of stable whore?

Angel - Is this about that time I sent you to the hospital after dropping you on your head?

Greg’s eyes start to water and his voice begins to quiver.

Greg Jackson - That’s not funny! I almost DIED! I ALMOST DIED! WAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHA!

The scene ends with Greg running off bawling as the intro to Addiction plays.

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

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

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

The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events.

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

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

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

From black, the cameras fade in to the sold out Richmond Coliseum in Richmond, Virginia. The fans are cheering at the top of their lungs, going absolutely bezerk as fireworks explode off the OWF Tron, which is playing the intro video once again with "I Get It" playing through the speakers behind it. We cut to a view of the announcers booth as the fans continue to get even more crazy.

Falcoon - AHOOOOOO! It feels great to be here in Richmond, Virginia...Doesn't it James?

Dunn - Uhhhh, yeah. I totally agree, Falc'.

Kissens - First, did you just call him "Falc"?

Dunn - Uhhh, YEAH! Next!

Kissens - You weren't listening to him one bit, were you.

Dunn - No....I was li --

James sighs.

Dunn - You're right, I wasn't listening. I always tune out the first fucking line of the show. He fucking yells, then says where we are and sends it off to me.

Kissens - Wow, that came outta nowhere?

Falcoon - Someone needs a therapist.

Dunn - You're getting me thera-pissed off!

Kissens - ...What does that mean?

Dunn - Shut up and follow the script, whore.

Falcoon snickers at the comment, then follows up quickly by filling the awkward silence of dead air.

Falcoon - Annnyways, tonight we are bringing you a reduced version of Addiction.

Kissens - That's right, only two matches and they just happen to be the final two qualifiers for the Quest For The Best Tournament.

Dunn - Oh, I'm sooo excited.

Falcoon - We can sense your sarcasm?

Dunn - Reeaaaaally?

Falcoon - I miss Nick.

Greg is back at his table as we see Valtiel leaving shaking his head after listening.

Greg Jackson - Whatever...You're gonna be fired tonight anyways!

Trent Steel then quickly walks by.

Greg Jackson - Trent, wanna listen t-

Trent Steel - Fuck off.

Greg Jackson - Fair enough.

Soon after he passes by, Plague shows up behind Greg.

Plague - What have we got here?

Greg Jackson - Oh it’s you. You wanna hear the song or something?

Plague - I’ve already heard it.

Greg Jackson - WHAT?! How?

Plague - I downloaded a bootleg copy.

Greg Jackson - YOU BITCH!

Plague - What a raunchy piece of garbage. I don’t see how Moxie could possibly lose this rock off.

Greg Jackson - See, this just reinforces how good the song actually is!

Plague - Huh? How so?

Greg Jackson - I’d be more worried if you, stupid asshole Plague, actually LIKED the song! I didn’t make this song so idiots like you would like it! I made this song for people with taste.

Plague - You made up words in the song so would rhyme with other words.

Greg Jackson - That’s a little something we call “innovation”? I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about that.

Plague - You’re a joke.

Greg Jackson - I know you are, but what am I?

Plague - I’m gonna go to every music forum I can think of, and I’m gonna bash the hell out of this song! There’s gonna be so many threads dedicated to how much you suck!

Greg Jackson - You WOULDN’T!

Plague - And then I’m gonna put up a video on youtube with your song playing! But all the images in my video will be of stupid looking things! Cause the song is STUPID!

Greg Jackson - Oh yeah?! Well I’m gonna make numerous user accounts! And I’m gonna respond to that video about how good that song is! And when people read the comments, they’ll think, “whoa! People really like this song! I should too!”

Plague - ...Is this about the time I sent you to the hospital after-

Greg Jackson - Angel already made me cry with that one, you’re wasting your time.

Plague - That bastard.

Plague turns and walks away as Greg sits back down in the chair, putting the headphones on his own head. Ray Lopes is seen walking up with Greg Jackson listening to his new song. He takes the headphones off and hands them to Ray, who politely puts them over his ears. He listens for a good minute and a half, slightly bobbing his head before removing the headphones. He places them on the table and doesn’t appear to be as disgusted by the song as everyone else, but he doesn’t appear happy.

Greg Jackson - So what’d you think?

Ray Lopes - Sorry man, it’s not that good.

Greg Jackson - What do you mean?

Ray Lopes - It’s missin’ something, ya know?

Greg Jackson - I don’t know. I was pretty sure that this was better than “Sexy Back” and “My Humps” combined.

Ray Lopes - Hey, maybe it’s just me.

Greg Jackson - I KNOW! It needs rap!

Ray Lopes - Couldn’t hurt.

Greg Jackson - Ray, would you rap on my song for me?

Ray Lopes - Excuse me?

Greg Jackson - We can call you R-Lo! You can wave a white towel around when you’re not rapping, and when I’m singing, say things like “WHAT?”, “OH”, or “HERE WE GO!” once and a while. Then you’ll rap and when Ray says, “Greg” I say “Best!”

Ray Lopes - ...

Greg Jackson - Say it.

Ray Lopes - ...

Greg Jackson - What’s the prob... homey.

Ray Lopes - Is that Timbaland behind you?

Greg Jackson - Holy shit! Where?

Greg turns around and Ray runs away as we cut back to the announcers.

Kissens - Seems like Greg is having trouble finding some fans.

Falcoon - In case you fans were wondering, the match at Quest For The Best between Greg Jackson and Moxie Roxie is now a Battle of the Band Match.

Dunn - What does that mean? What are the stips of that match?

Falcoon - I don't have a clue. I'm as out of the loop as you are.

Kissens - I LOVE Cinnamon. It's my ringtone....Hey James, Call my cell!

Dunn - I uh....Don't have your number, ho.

Kissens - Sure you do, you called me last night!

Falcoon - BUSTED!

Dunn - Yo, bitch, shut up.

Falcoon - Which bitch? Me or her?

Dunn - BOTH!

We cut backstage once again where we see Jesse lacing up his boots in his locker room. His door bursts open and Vacant casually strolls in with a smile across his face. Jesse's face turns from shock to anger as he pushes himself up to a standing position and looks down at the noticably shorter Vacant.

Jesse Williams - What did I tell you?

Vacant - Listen Jesse. I'm here on my own accord. You're not the boss of me and you're not my fa-

Williams - I'm not your father, I know, I know.

Jesse steps back.

Williams - I'm telling you right now, if you don't leave this arena the second you walk out that door, then you and I are going to have a serious sitdown conversation.

Vacant stares blankly at Jesse. Williams brushes past his godson and opens his locker room door.

Williams - And yes, you can take that as a threat.

Vacant slouches his head and walks out of the doorway into the hall.

Williams - Hey Nicky...

Vacant turns around.

Williams - Don't even think about showing up at Quest For The Best.

Jesse slams his locker room door shut as Vacant again slouches his head. The cameras follow him as he drags his feet while he walks down the empty hallways of the Richmond Coliseum.

Greg Jackson - HEY YOU!

Greg Jackson hops out of nowhere and puts the headphones onto the ears of Vacant. Vacant shakes off his nerves and eventually sports a half hearted smile as he listens to the song.

Greg Jackson - Sounds good, don’t it?

Vacant - Oh for sure!

Greg turns his head away for a second, and as he does, Vacant nearly vomits. When Greg turns back, Vacant is all smiles. He then puts the headphones down.

Greg Jackson - So ya liked it!

Vacant - That... wow, something else!

Greg Jackson - I knew the song didn’t suck! Freakin’ OWF whack jobs with no idea what good music really is... let me say something. I didn’t think much of you at first man.

Vacant - Well-

Greg Jackson - But it’s obvious that you have a good head on your shoulders! You could go far in this place. What you need is star power though.

Vacant - What do you mean?

Greg Jackson - I mean, wrestling alone doesn’t make a star! I’m talking theme songs. You have a song right now that makes the fans say, “WHO’S THAT?!” But what if, as a sign of my gratitude... I offered you, VACANT, the opportunity to use “Cinnamon” as your brand new THEME SONG!

Vacant - What?

Greg Jackson - Now, when your music hits, people will say, “Fuckin right! I love this guy! Vacant!”

Vacant - I don’t know Greg.

Greg Jackson - I thought... I thought you said you liked it...

Greg is now visibly saddened that Vacant didn’t take his offer better.

Vacant - No I mean... this song is too good to just GIVE to someone. This song could be AWARDED to someone! Like, have a match, where the loser of the match gets to use your theme song.

Greg Jackson - You mean, the WINNER gets to use my theme song.

Vacant - Oh... yeah... that’s what I meant...?

Greg Jackson - You’ve got great vision, kid. I’ll pitch this idea to CJ. Maybe I could do you a favour and get you in on that match... against Mucho Grasa or something.

Vacant gulps nervously.

Vacant - ... yeah... maybe.

The scene cuts back to the announcers once again.

Dunn - I'm getting sick of Greg Jackson.

Kissens - I'm not.

Falcoon - We haven't even had our first match yet!

Kissens - Well, Missy is in the ring so it must be time now Mr. Bitchypants.

Dunn - Mr. Bitchypants? LAME!

The cameras switch to backstage where we see Amaru, Stonze and Styxx standing in a circle, talking.

Stonze - So, this is just business tonight, right? Once Valtiel is out, it's the best man who will win.

Styxx - Which will be me.

Amaru - You're both so wrong.

Stonze - Whatever, just don't let this tear the stable apart.

Styxx - Oh yes sir...

Stonze - I hate you.

We cut to the ring with Missy Janson inside of it.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats...It is time for the first match.

A rush of people swarm down the aisles as they filter down the rows and into their seats.

Missy Janson - It is an Elimination Style Four Corners Match, and it is a Quest For The Best Tournament qualifier.

The fans cheer loudly as Missy smiles wide.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Louisville, Kentucky...Valtiel!

Valtiel's music hits the speakers as he walks out from the back. The fans give him a mixed reaction as he pulls the hair from the front of his face to the back.

Dunn - He's been in a real slump lately.

Kissens - I wouldn't be surprised if he's the first gone tonight.

He jogs down the ramp once he walks about half way, sliding under the bottom rope and pushing himself up immediately. He walks to his designated corner and grabs a hold of the top rope -- and begins to stretch out. His music fades while he continues to prepare himself with his eyes locked on the entrance way.

Falcoon - He does look focused, you have to give Valtiel credit there.

Missy Janson - The next competitor to the ring, a member of the stable The Corrupted...Styxx!

Styxx's music hit's the speakers as the fans erupt into boos as Styxx immediately emerges from the curtains sporting a Corrupted t-shirt. He relishes in their hatred with a smirk upon his face as he struts down the ramp towards the ring. He gets berated by the fans along the ramp as he gets closer and closer to the ring, before he pulls himself up to a kneeling position on the apron. He steps through the middle and top rope, and into the ring -- immediately locking eyes with Valtiel as he steps backward into his corner across the ring from him as his music fades.

Dunn - It should be interesting to see Styxx and Stonze end this blood feud.

Falcoon - It will ever end.

Kissens - Yeah! It's in their blood, dummy!

Missy Janson - Coming out next, a member of the Corrupted as well, Stonze!

His music hits and pyro shoots off a few seconds before Stonze emerges from backstage. He is met with a chorus of boos which he deflects and brushes off his shoulder. His eyes and focus are locked on one man -- Styxx. Stonze takes his time walking down to the ring before he rolls under the bottom rope and immediately retreats to his corner.

Kissens - Look at the death stare they have aimed at each other!

Falcoon - The advantage we all thought the Corrupted would have has turned to poo before our very eyes.

Dunn - Turned to shit -- you can say it now.

His music fades out as he bounces back and forth, with his eyes still locked on Styxx while Valtiel keeps looking between both men and the entrance ramp.

Missy Janson - And finally, making his OWF return...he is also a member of The Corrupted, from Compton, California...Amaru!

"As Daylight Dies" by Killswitch Engage hits the speakers, and once the music kicks in it is met with a round of boos before Amaru even enters.

Falcoon - The fans do not like Amaru for what he did to Lopes.

Dunn - No shit sherlock.

Amaru walks out from the back with his arms raised high. The boos get even louder as he pops the black Corrupted t-shirt he has on. He has a smile from ear to ear and he seems to care less about the men in the ring -- and caring more about the fan reaction.

Kissens - He better get his head in the game.

In the ring, Styxx charges Stonze and tackles him down to the mat. The referee calls for the bell as Amaru's music fades and he charges the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Falcoon - And we're off!

Amaru slides under the bottom rope and nails Valtiel with a right hook that sends him back into the corner. Amaru follows up with a hard right elbow, followed by a stiff knee to the midsection before he grabs a hold of Valtiel by his dreadlocks. He drags him out of the corner and against the ropes, where he releases his grip and nails a knife edge chop out of nowhere that sends Valtiel to the mat gasping for air. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Styxx and Stonze continue to roll around on the mat -- trading punches, kicks, scratches, bites; anything to gain an edge over their counterpart.

Kissens - This is hard to watch.

Dunn - I agree. These three should be working as a team!

Falcoon - It's a four corners match, Dunn.

Dunn - No shit sherlock! There IS another guy in the ring.

Falcoon - Stop saying that.

Dunn - Make me!

Valtiel pushes himself back up to his feet and Amaru locks up with him. Valtiel brings a knee up that catches Amaru off guard and he quickly looks for a DDT. Amaru swings out of it, grabbing a hold of Valtiels arm and executing a short arm clothesline. Stonze, meanwhile, has gained the upperhand on Styxx and mounts him, unleashing short right and left jabs to his face. Styxx is able to wiggle free and reverse somersault up to his feet. As he does, Stonze attempts a wide clothesline with Styxx ducks under and counters with a falling neckbreaker. Amaru has Valtiel down on the mat with an arm bar for a few moments before he drags him up to his feet, only to flip him back down to his back with a hip toss. Amaru holds on to his arm and lifts him up onto his shoulders. He falls backwards, nailing a samoan drop on Valtiel.

Falcoon - Huge move!

He lays back on Valtiel's chest as the referee makes the count...1...2...thr- kickout by Valtiel.

Kissens - I'm not shocked, it's still early.

Amaru sighs as he sits up, while both Styxx and Stonze stumble back up to their feet. Styxx looks for a right hook which is blocked by Stonze's left forearm. Stonze attempts a right jab, but it is deflected by the elbow of Styxx. Stonze quickly attempts to bring a knee up to the chest of Styxx, but he catches the right leg of Stonze and holds it up for a few seconds before kicking out his left leg from under him as he collapses down to the ring. By this time, Amaru has picked Valtiel up and placed him back first into the corner. Amaru irish whips Valtiel across the ring and Styxx comes across his path. Both men collide, sending Styxx down to the mat and staggering Valtiel backwards. Amaru yells loudly and runs full speed at Valtiel.

Falcoon - LOOK OUT!

Amaru rears back and unleashes a vicious clothesline that takes Valtiel down to the mat like a ton of bricks.

Dunn - Holy crap!

Amaru keeps his arm across the chest of Valtiel as the referee drops into place...1...2...3!

Kissens - Valtiel is done! Like it was predicted by Greg!

Missy Janson - Valtiel has been eliminated!

He rolls out of the ring, gasping for air as all three members of Corrupted stand in the ring. Styxx gets into Amaru's face.

Falcoon - What is this all about?

Dunn - It must be about him throwing Valtiel into Styxx.

Styxx pushes Amaru, and Amaru pushes back. Suddenly, Amaru is blind sided by a right uppercut by Stonze which sends him down to one knee. Styxx follows it up immediately with a dropkick to the head.

Falcoon - Now they are cooperating?

Kissens - I think it's more a case of, only Stonze can beat up Styxx -- no one else.

Amaru lays on the mat as Styxx and Stonze stare at each other. Stonze motions for Styxx to pick up Amaru, which he does and Stonze takes him right back down with hard leg kick. Styxx picks up Amaru once again and Stonze nails a fury of rights and lefts to his midsection before he clotheslines Amaru over the top rope and to the outside. As soon as Styxx and Stonze are alone in the ring, Styxx nails a dropkick to the jaw of Stonze stumbling him into the ropes.

Dunn - That didn't last long.

Styxx quickly runs over to Stonze, grabbing him by his head and setting him up for a suplex. Styxx picks Stonze straight up into the air and holds him vertically before bringing him right down on his neck with a brainbuster. Styxx covers Stonze as the referee slides into place...1...2...kickout by Stonze. Amaru slides back into the ring and sneaks up behind a rising Styxx. He grabs him in a reverse waist lock, to which Styxx is able to counter out of into a front waist lock. Amaru uses all his strength and tosses Styxx over his head with a belly to belly suplex. As he throws him, Stonze steps into the path of Styxx and catches him over his shoulder in a precarious powerbomb position. Amaru runs and chopblocks Stonze, causing him to fall forward and awkwardly powerbomb Styxx down to the mat. Stonze holds his knee while Styxx rolls around in pain, and Amaru regains his energy.

Falcoon - Now THAT was a spot.

Kissens - I couldn't believe that. Belly to belly suplex-powerbomb-dropkick to knee combo?

Dunn - We will never see that again.

Stonze grabs a hold of the ropes and pulls himself up to one knee, favoring the right leg that Amaru chop blocked. Meanwhile, Amaru is already standing and waiting for Stonze. Amaru attempts to sweep the legs out from Stonze as he holds onto the top rope, but Stonze jumps over Amaru's leg. Amaru then attempts a clothesline with his left arm that Stonze ducks under and he jumps onto the back of Amaru, locking in a cobra clutch in the process. Amaru waives his arms as he gasps for air and stumbles around the ring. Amaru runs backwards, attempting to sandwich Stonze in the corner but Stonze tightens his grip as he plants his ass down on the top turnbuckle. He drags Amaru up to the top rope as well, with his face turning purple. Just then, from the complete opposite corner, Styxx gains his second wind and rushes towards the corner. In one bound he leaps to the top rope, plants his feet and springboards up into the air.

Dunn - Ohhhh!

In one quick motion Styxx wraps his legs around the heads of both Amaru and Stonze -- who still has Amaru in a cobra clutch, and swings backwards, nailing a double hurricanrana from the top rope. Stonze still has the cobra clutch on, but Amaru is laying on top of him. The referee drops into place...1...2...Stonze releases the hold and tends to his own injuries as the crowd continues to go wild from the great opening match.

Falcoon - The fans hate the guys in the ring, but they are putting on a show.

Kissens - That's what they were expected to do. With only two matches, the first match competitors had to step it up...

Dunn - And they have.

Styxx holds himself up in the corner as his adrenaline levels reduce to normal and he begins to feel pain again. Amaru is coughing as air is reaching his lungs for the first time in about a minute, while Stonze brunted the entire impact of the double hurricanrana by Styxx. Amaru pushes himself up to his feet as he continues to gasp for air as Stonze begins to crawl to the ropes. Styxx charges at Amaru, who attempts a high boot which Styxx is able to duck under. Styxx bounces off the opposite set of ropes and runs at Amaru who ducks down this time. Amaru catches Styxx and he tosses him up into the air over his back with a back body drop, but Styxx lands on his feet and runs off the ropes again. He runs back at Amaru, who ducks once again but this time Styxx rolls over the back of Amaru and stands a few feet behind him. Amaru turns around and Styxx takes three leaping steps towards him. Amaru catches Styxx and tosses him up into the air before slamming him down on the back of his head with a huge spinebuster.

Kissens - Oh my god. I think he's broken into pieces on the inside!

Amaru falls to one knee, whichs gives a rejuvienated Stonze the opportunity he needs. He hooks Amaru up for a suplex, but cannot lift him. He knees Amaru twice in the chest and then attempts to lift Amaru a second time, but still no results. Amaru nails Stonze with two hard rights to the ribs before pushing him off and out into the center of the ring. Amaru runs at Stonze who nails a drop toe hold on him, and takes Amaru face first down to the mat. Stonze immediately slides over the back of Amaru and locks him in a side headlock. He again tries to choke the life out of Amaru, but this time, Amaru has the leverage. He is able to over power Stonze and push himself up to his feet with the headlock still tightly gripped around his neck. Amaru wraps his arms around the waist of Stonze and in one flash of movement nails a back suplex that drops Stonze right on his head. Amaru rolls over, crawling towards Stonze slowly. He eventually collapses on top of him asthe referee drops down to his knees and makes the count.

Falcoon - We could be down to two!

1...2...thr- kickout! Amaru slams the mat with his fist as the fans collectively all stand up to their feet to watch this match as they cheer louder and louder with every minute these three men go at it.

Kissens - This is something these three should be proud of no matter what the outcome.

Falcoon - I agree.

Styxx gets up to his feet and Amaru slowly steps back up to the balls of his feet. Styxx nails a hard right that knocks Amaru backwards to the heels of his feet and he stumbles into the ropes. Styxx runs at him but Amaru ducks at the last second, flinging Styxx over the top rope. Styxx grabs a hold of the top rope and somehow lands on the apron on the outside of the ring. He grabs the head of Amaru and runs him face first into the turnbuckle which staggers him backwards into the ring. Styxx begins to ascend the turnbuckle from the outside.

Dunn - Listen to the fans, with every step Styxx takes they get louder.

Styxx stands up tall on the top rope and moonsaults off of it. He lands on the shoulder of Amaru who collapses down to the ring from the huge impact from the top rope.

Falcoon - Shooting Star Press!

Styxx lays on top of Amaru as the referee slides in to make the count...1...2...thr- kickout by Amaru.

Kissens - Holy be-jesus!

The fans applaud loudly as Stonze gets up to one knee and grabs a hold of the top rope as Styxx slowly pushes himself up from all fours. Amaru holds his shoulder in pain as he rolls onto his side and begins to push himself up with his good right arm. Stonze stands up on his own and takes a deep breath as he walks towards Amaru as Styxx watches on and catches a breather. Stonze grabs a hold of Amaru and drags him up to his feet, pressing him back first against the ropes. He irish whips Amaru across the ring and he bounces off the ropes, when he runs towards Stonze he leap frogs Amaru and out of nowhere Styxx nails a leg lariat right to the face of Amaru that sends him down to the mat flat on his back. Styxx slowly pushes himself up and grabs a hold of Amaru, dragging him up to his feet. He pulls Amaru to the corner and pushes him back first up against it.

Falcoon - They are working together against a stablemate still!

Dunn - Didn't you see? This is about the winner of this match coming from Corrupted. Now that it is guaranteed, they're all doing their thing.

Styxx slaps Amaru across the face before lifting him up to a sitting position on the top rope. As Styxx climbs up, Amaru lifts both of his feet and kicks Styxx off of him and down into the mat. Stonze quickly reacts, jumping towards the top rope but Amaru catches Stonze midair and nails a spear from the top rope down on top of Styxx. Amaru lays face down on the mat as Stonze lays on top of a prone Styxx...the referee slides in and begins the count...1...2...thr- kickout by Styxx.

Kissens - Whoa, that was close!

All three men lay in the ring, nursing various injuries.

Falcoon - One has to wonder if this is even worth it...in six days they're going to have to go through a tournament. I dunno how they plan to do that!

Amaru gets up to his knees first, followed by Styxx. The two men lock eyes as they continue to push themselves up. Stonze slowly grabs a hold of the ropes and uses them to drag himself up to his feet. Amaru stands up and begins to walk towards Styxx who is having trouble keeping his balance. Stonze gets up to his unsteady feet and as Amaru walks by he jumps onto his back and locks in the cobra clutch once again. Amaru gasps for air violently once again.

Dunn - Another cobra clutch!

Styxx sees his opportunity and he charges at Amaru. He leaps up, wrapping his legs around his head and attempting another double hurricanrana but this time Amaru pulls Styxx back up, while Stonze has the cobra clutch locked in. Amaru then drops Styxx down with a powerbomb and holds him in a pinning situation.

Kissens - With Stonze on Amaru's back, Styxx cannot move!

The referee makes the count...1...2...3! Styxx rolls out of the pin and out of the ring in humilation, while Stonze keeps the cobra clutch on Amaru.

Missy Janson - Styxx has been eliminated!

Falcoon - Styxx did incredible tonight.

Kissens - He sure did!

He finally begins to fight it as Amaru steps up onto the ropes to relieve the pressure. With all the strength left in his body, Stonze flips Amaru over his head and nails a cobra clutch suplex. He holds Amaru's shoulders to the mat in a pinning situation as the referee slides into place...1...2...3!

Falcoon - WHOA!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and moving on as the seventh qualifier to the Quest For The Best Tournament....STONZE!

Dunn - I didn't see that coming!

Kissens - No one did!

The fans cheer all three men for their efforts as they all lay exhausted in or around the ring. Eventually Styxx and Stonze group up and cheer for Stonze, while Stonze holds up the arm of Styxx. Amaru joins them, and they all hold up their arms to which the fans boo. They walk through the curtains and to the back where Amaru separates from Styxx and Stonze. We cut back to the announcers.

Falcoon - Looks as if Corrupted is stronger than ever.

Dunn - Definitely getting stronger by the day!

We cut to the back where we see Styxx and Stonze walking in the hallways backstage of their match. They are accosted by Greg Jackson almost immediately.

Greg Jackson - Hey, wanna hear something?

Styxx - Not now, we had a big match.

Greg Jackson - Pleeeease!

Stonze - Okay...Lets get it over with.

Jackson hands them both headphones which they put on. They experience the listening experience that is “Cinnamon” by Greg Jackson for about a minute. The both put their headphones down after listening.

Stonze - That was... alright.

Greg Jackson - Cool. Styxx?

Styxx - Fuck that, you didn’t like that!

Stonze - Shut up man, he’s right there!

Styxx - Just being honest. I didn’t like it. And I know you didn’t like it either.

Stonze - I don’t know what he’s talking about, Greg.

Styxx - Plague played us his bootleg copy-

Greg Jackson - THAT FUCKER!

Styxx - And Stonze was ripping that song apart! Now he suddenly likes it?

Stonze - Maybe I thought it gets better after repeated listening?

Styxx - You’re fulla shit.

Stonze - We can do this right now....AGAIN!

The tag team partners start to shove each other.

Styxx - So it’s like that huh?!

Stonze - I don’t care if y-

Greg Jackson - Ahem, gentlemen? Please step away from the stereo equipment if you’re gonna fight.

Styxx and Stonze laugh and look at Greg.

Stonze - Hey man, we're brothers. We're not fighting.

Styxx - Yeah dude. Chill out! What a douche!

Styxx and Stonze walk away from the right side Jesse Williams walks into the scene.

Greg Jackson - JESSE! LISTEN!

Williams stares at Greg. He slowly walks towards his table.

Greg Jackson - So here it is, “Cinnamon” by Greg Jackson!

Jesse puts the headphones on and nonchalantly turns the volume all the way down. He immediately puts the headphones down.

Jesse Williams - That was good man. Take it easy.

Greg Jackson - Seriously? You barely listened to it.

Jesse Williams - Yeah, it was good.

Greg Jackson - The volume’s turned all the way down... you couldn’t hear anything...

Jesse Williams - Gonna be a hit man...

Jesse slaps Greg on the shoulder and walks off. Just then, Moxie Roxie shows up behind Greg.

Moxie Roxie - Can I give it a listen?

Greg Jackson - Oh you’d LIKE that wouldn’t you! You’d LOVE to hear what you’re up against at the rock off! Well guess what! You can’t hear it! But even if you did hear it, it wouldn’t matter cause I’d still win. If he was still alive, Jesus would put this song in his top ten. Even above “Stairway” and “I’m too Sexy!” So fuck off.

Moxie Roxie - Fine. How are people liking it?

Greg Jackson - The reception is unreal! I let that referee Shawn Smith listen to it and he is STILL dancing!

Moxie Roxie - Really? Where is he?

Greg Jackson - Over there on the floor.

Greg points a few feet over at Shawn Smith, who’s clearly having a seizure on the floor... after listening to Greg’s song, we can only assume.

Greg Jackson - Yeah, SHAKE IT baby!

The scene cuts with Greg shaking his hips in approval.

Falcoon - This is ridiculous. I swear....this show is out of control.

Dunn - We can't even get a word in edge wise!

Dunn - I didn't think we'd even make it out of the hour!

Falcoon - Well, we did!

We see Vacant walking backstage. He stops in front of Jesse Williams' dressing room. He opens the door and stops. We see a table has been set up with a bottle of JD and two glasses. Behind the table in a chair is Trent Steel. He removes his shades as Vacant starts to back away.

Vacant - Hey I don't...

Trent Steel - Get your ass in here and sit down.

Vacant starts to back out of the door and Trent stands up.

Trent Steel - You can either sit down and have a drink or I can come after you with a very pissed off temper being let loose. Your choice. If I were you I would sit your ass down and take this lecture son.

Vacant comes in the locker room shaking and sits down. Trent pours him a glass of one hundred percent Jack Daniels and pouts himself a glass.

Vacant - I...I guess saying I'm sorry isn't going to cut it.

Trent Steel chugs his drink and pours himself another.

Trent Steel - No. Drink.

Vacant - I...

Trent Steel - You drink or I give it to you as a enema your choice.

Vacant drinks it and starts coughing. Trent grabs the bottle and chugs a good forth of it. Vacant looks at him like he's lost his mind.

Vacant - Why are you drinking so much?

Trent Steel - To keep me from killing you.

Vacant - Oh God. Look I.

Trent Steel - Shut up!

Trent leans in and pulls back the bandages and we see the burn marks from his fall a few weeks ago.

Trent Steel - Now I'm not a looker to begin with. You made my kids cry when they saw me last week when I got home. Nick. Vacant. Whatever the fuck you want to call yourself. You've done something really fucking stupid.

Vacant - Look Trent.

Trent pulls out a long ass knife and slams it into the table. Vacant is really shaken up now.

Trent Steel - Next fucking word you say is your last. I am not fucking kidding. You've lite my fucking fuse boy. You attacked me from behind and had me miss my first match since coming back. Now you understand me you little cockstain. I am going to make whatever fucking life you have left fucking miserable. There is nothing that is going to help you. You think Jesse is going to save you. He's never seen this side of me. He is not that fucking stupid. Your daddy isn't going to help you. Nobody is going to save you. You tried to screw me over. You fucked with the wrong man. Now. I'm gonna finish my Jack elsewhere. You need to really think about rather or not you should stick around here or not. If I were you. I'd deport my ass to Germany or something and pray to God I don't find you.

Trent grabs the bottle of Jack and starts to walk out the door.

Trent Steel - Oh by the way. I will tell you when I am going to fuck you up. I at least give people warnings instead of attacking them from behind.

Trent opens the door.

Trent Steel - Hey Nick.

Vacant - Yeah...

Trent shuts the door and locks it.

Trent Steel - I'm attacking you right the fuck now.

Vacant dives for the knife and runs at Steel. Trent sidesteps him and headbutts Vacant in the nose. Punch to the jaw and Vacant goes flying into the table. Trent takes the bottle of Jack Daniels and chugs it till it is empty. Vacant gets up and stumbles for a second. Trent shatters the bottle in his face. Trent picks up the knife and puts it back in his coat.

Trent Steel - All right. Now that I have calmed down. Let's get to work.

Trent pulls a crowbar from his trenchcoat. He slams Vacant in the face with it. He keeps hitting him over and over and over again. He turns to the camera and picks it up. He turns it to the bloodied broken body of Vacant.

Trent Steel - You wanted to be famous. I'll make you fucking famous boy!

SLAM! The camera hits Vacant and we lose the feed. Another camera picks up backstage. We see Greg once again. He’s talking to someone off camera.

Greg Jackson - So you like it?

Voice - Ya.

Greg Jackson - Really? You genuinely like it?

The camera turns to Shyne, who’s rocking out with the headphones on.

Shyne - It’s raunchy, dirty as shit... I LOVE IT!

Greg Jackson - YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! Moxie Roxie stands no chance!

Shyne - Make sure you bring lots of dude waving white towels for your performance.

Greg Jackson - They were hired weeks ago.

The feed cuts back to the original. We see Jesse and paramedics outside of his locker room. They're hauling Vacant away.

Vacant - I'm sorry...

Jesse is torn. He lets the EMT's take him away.

Paramedic - Hopefully we can stop the internal bleeding. He's in pretty bad shape.

Jesse Williams - Get ready to add another body once I get my hands on Steel.

Williams storms off as the cameras switch back to the announcers.

Falcoon - This has been the smallest card with the most amount of backstage happenings. I swear on it.

Dunn - But finally, we will get to round out the last entry to the QFTB Tournament.

Kissens - That is right.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event and it is a PDA Rules, Quest For The Best Qualifier with the OWF Tears Tag Team Championship on the line...

The fans cheer loudly.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger, from Phoenix, Arizona...Alexis Cage!

Alexis Cage comes running out from the back as the fans boo her loudly.

Kissens - Damn...They hate her here in Virginia.

As her music blasts she runs down the ramp and reaches under the ring, pulling out miscellaneous weapons. He slides two tables into the ring, a chair, a ladder, a sheet of glass and a duffel bag. She then rolls in and faces the entrance ramp, waiting for Jesse.

Missy Janson - And her opponent, he is the OWF Tears Tag Team Champion. From Las Vegas, Nevada...Jesse Williams!

PA System - Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer!

"Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean hits the speakers as Williams runs out full speed down to the ring. Alexis picks up the chair and as soon as Jesse hits the ring, the bell sounds and his music fades out.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Alexis swings wildly but Jesse ducks and nails her with a kick to the stomach followed by a european uppercut. She drops the chair and Jesse picks it up. Alexis stands up tall and gets hammered by Jesse with the steel chair. Alexis falls flat to her back as Williams drops the chair and stares down at Alexis.

Falcoon - That seemed easy enough.

He reaches down, grabbing a handful of her hair and lifting her up to her feet. He picks her up and bodyslams her down to the mat before walking over to the duffel bag. He unzips it completely and reaches inside only to find broken pieces of mirror. From behind, Alexis runs up and dropkicks the right knee of Jesse, which sends him down to the mat. Alexis grabs one of the tables and leans it up in the corner before turning around and kneeing Jesse, as he rises up, right in his face. Jesse falls down to one knee and Alexis grabs a hold of his head and nails a DDT onto the bag full of broken mirrors.

Dunn - My god.

Alexis quickly rolls out from the ring and reaches under the apron. He grabs a hold of a garbage bag which she has difficultly lifting. She pushes it into the ring and pulls herself in after. Jesse lifts his head and pulls pieces of mirror from his face while Alexis reaches into the garbage bag and pulls out a lead pipe. Jesse stumbles up, with blood in his eyes and he gets cold clocked right across the temple with the lead pipe. He falls down to the mat as the gashes on his forehead open up wider. Alexis drops the pipe and reaches into the bag again, pulling out a hockey stick. Jesse moves very slowly as he crawls on all fours, but Alexis stops him dead in his tracks by breaking the stick over his back. She grabs a hold of Jesse and leans him back first up against the table in the corner. She charges to the opposite side of the ring and holds up her arms.

Kissens - Is Alexis in firm control here?

Dunn - I think so!

Alexis builds up a head of steam and charges at Jesse. Williams is able to push himself up to a standing position as Alexis jumps up attempting a body splash in the corner. Jesse hooks her arm and hooks her in a half nelson before he suplexes her over his back and through the table in the corner.

Falcoon - FUCK SHIT!

Dunn - You cursed! And rightfully so!

The fans are going bezerk as a very bloody Jesse Williams stands up, tearing off his tanktop and using it to wipe the blood from his face. He tucks the tanktop into his back pocket as he turns back to face Alexis who is just now crawling out of the broken mess of the table. Alexis reaches into the duffel bag, but Williams grabs a hold of her hair. She is stil able to rear up and slice Jesse across his right arm with the mirror, to which Jesse responds with a straight left fist to her nose. Blood flows openly from both of her nostrils as she pushes herself up off of the mat as Jesse looks at the gash on his arm. He grabs the tanktop from his back pocket and proceeds to tie it around the gash on his arm while Alexis grabs a hold of the ladder and weilds it like a weapon. She swings and Jesse is unable to dodge as she takes out his legs. He falls flat to his back and Cage drops the ladder across his chest. She bounces off the ropes and moonsaults off of them and lands on top of the ladder onto Williams.

Kissens - Alexis isn't going away!

Falcoon - No, she isn't.

Dunn - And she's looking to do more.

Alexis is setting up the second table in the opposite corner of the last table. This time, she grabs the glass pane and lays it on top of the table as it lays in the corner. She turns back around to face Jesse who is getting up slowly with the ladder off of him now. She runs up to him, kicking him in the side of the head and quickly grabbing him by the hair. She lays his head on top of the chair and walks over to the ladder.

Falcoon - What is this crazy bitch doing?

She sets up the ladder near the table in the corner but doesn't climb it. Instead, she reaches into the garbage bag and pulls out a kendo stick. She rears back and nails Jesse across the head on top of the chair again and again. Jesse is bleeding heavily as she continues to strike him violently. Eventually she stops and she drags him towards the table with the glass pane on it. She leans him up against it and she turns, quickly running up the side of the ladder while Jesse lays motionless in the corner.

Dunn - Another moonsault?

Alexis gets to the top and she backflips off but Jesse steps out of the corner and catches her over his shoulder in a front powerslam position. He uses his foot to kick the table out of the corner a bit and he drops Alexis through the glass and the table with an emerald frosion.

Dunn - Modified J-Dubz Driver!

The fans are going nuts while Jesse slowly pushes himself away from the mess. He stares down at her, while from the back Angel runs out with a steel chair and just the OWF World Title. Jesse has his back to the entrance ramp so he doesn't see Angel. Angel slides into the ring and weilds the chair back as Jesse slowly turns around. With a thunderous shot, Angel obliterates Williams with the chair -- sending him down to the mat in a heap.

Falcoon - JESSE HELPED HIM LAST WEEK!

Dunn - So what?

Angel rears the chair back and begins to slam it down across the back, shoulders, head or arms of Jesse who is motionless on the mat. Angel reaches down, grabbing a hold of Jesse by the back of his head and pulling him up to his knees. Angel grabs the OWF Title off the mat and rubs it in his face, smearing his blood all over it before he drops it down to the mat. He rears the chair back again and breaks the seat over the head of Jesse Williams who falls limp to the mat as the chair rests around his neck. The fans boo Angel's actions.

Kissens - Someone has to do something!

Dunn - It's PDA Rules Baby!

Alexis, meanwhile, has gotten herself up to her feet and is staring at Angel. He points at Jesse and motions for her to pin him or beat on him some more. She doesn't trust Angel and keeps her front facing him for the most part. Angel holds up his hands and Alexis slowly walks passed him.

Falcoon - He's gonna let her win?!

Suddenly Angel grabs her by the arm and swings her around. He kicks Alexis in the groin and scoops her up, delivering Angel's Holocaust in the middle of the ring right next to Jesse. The fans go nuts.

Kissens - I guess not!

Angel reaches down, grabbing the OWF World Title and rubbing it in the bloody face of Alexis Cage. He then grabs a hold of Jesse's arm and lays it across the chest of Alexis Cage. Angel exits through the crowd as the referee slides into place to make the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner, and STILL OWF Tears Tag Team Champion, along with being entered as the eighth and finally qualifier for the Quest For The Best Tournament this Sunday...Jesse Williams!

Falcoon - That's how I hoped it would end!

Out of the crowd comes Trent Steel carrying a sledgehammer. He slides into the ring and nails Jesse in the back of the head with the sledge. Alexis gets up and Trent backhands her. He tosses her out of the ring onto the ring barricade. He pulls a mic from his back pocket.

Trent Steel - I figured I'd save you the trouble of looking for me fucker. Come on Juvi! Get up! I dare you! Your fucking little git of a nephew fucked with me and you knew that I wouldn't put up with it. This is not a attack from the back. You say shit like your going to put me in the hospital? You can't fucking break me Jesse! No one can! Get up you fucking faggot. Get up! Because I think it's about time I make this a very family affair.

Trent pulls out the bloody crowbar and drops the sledgehammer.

Trent Steel - Let me mix your blood with the boys!

Out of the back comes a man in a red business suit with a black vest. Red mask. Red gloves and red shoes. He runs down to the ring and slides in. Steel kicks him in the face.

Trent Steel - Who the hell are you?

Jesse takes advantage of the situation and lowblows Trent. Trent sags for a second but then recovers. Jesse gets up and starts punching Steel. Steel drops the crowbar. Dropkick by Jesse. Jesse picks up the crowbar as Trent pulls out a vial and chugs it. Out comes the zippo as Jesse charges him. FIREBALL! Jesse barely gets out of the way as the man in red runs up to the ropes, leaps to the top one, and flips off hitting Steel in the face with dropkick. The kick knocks Steel over the post and onto the ground. Trent gets up and glares at the two men. The man in red grabs the mic.

Man in Red - You say no one can break you! At Quest for the Best this mask comes off and you will see the man who will!

Trent starts laughing like a maniac as he gets up and walks over to the ring announcer and takes the mic.

Trent Steel - You can try. I think I know you. However I got one thing to say. At Quest. You better say goodbye to your loved ones. Because your a dead man after I win!

The fans cheer loudly.

Falcoon - We're outta time see you on Sunday!