2017.10.27: PWN - LONE - LONE 5

Intro

The show starts off with the lights going dim and the titantron lighting up above the entrance way. In blood red lettering bleeds in the following:

"Because on this day atonement will be made for you, to cleanse you. Then, before the Lord, you will be clean from all your sins." - Leviticus 16:30. New International Version.

It fades to darkness, and then our scene opens up to a blank wall. The color of it is undetermined as the entire camera seems to have a crimson colored filter applied. A young woman in a Nun Habit is on the far left of the wall, back turned to the camera. She begins to write something on the wall with her finger. The 'ink' is quite possibly blood, and she starts to write out 'SIN' in large lettering. She repeats this down the wall, and the camera fast forwards to her covering the whole wall with this word. Why is she writing this, and where is she getting the ink from?

The woman reveals herself as Sister Catherine when she turns towards the camera and the crowd erupts into cheers. She points with her left forefinger behind her towards the wall, and she has what appears to be dried blood smeared around her mouth and chin. When she speaks, her tongue is coated in it.

Sister Catherine: Sin! Sin is everywhere. We are all not without sin, however, the Ladies of New England revel in it. Their petty squabbles are fueled by it. You are all filthy! Disgusting! Wretched! Come to me! Come to me and you will be cleansed of your sin! All of you! From the gluttonous, greedy Terri Thompson to the prideful, envious Ms. Gucci, to the slothful, BLASPHEMOUS one who calls herself The Glorious One. I can stand before you this evening and speak on all of the Ladies of New England but I will only address the one who calls herself the Glorious One. She is the worst of the bunch for the simple fact that she calls herself The Glorious One, for there is NO ONE more Glorious than GOD and she will find that out..... tonight. Tonight, when I make her lay down for the Lord... or I make her TAP OUT TO GOD! Whatever God wills.

Sister Catherine lowers her head now.

Sister Catherine: ... Good evening...

After Sister Catherine's promo fades out, we fade into Stitches in the boiler room, smiling and licking her lips before it, too, fades out.

"Pretty" Fay Qent vs. The Juggalettes - 2 on 1 Handicap Match

The lights come back on, and Johnny Baxter is still in the ring!

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a HANDICAP match, where the duo team will remain legal at all times!

"Chicken Huntin" by the Insane Clown Posse blasts on the PA as out emerges two women in Juggalo facepaint.

Baxter: On the way to the ring! From The Big Tent on 9th Street! Slapp and Tick L. They are... the Juggalettes!

North: Hello and welcome everyone to Supremacy: LONE 5... the Halloween Edition! I'm Kevin North along side my partner DIC And we've got a night of astonishing action coming your way! Right now we have... well...This is an... interesting pair we have here!

DIC: Interesting? They're Juggalettes! They know how to get down, and I'm totally down with the clown! Woop woop!

Slapp and Tick L. march down the aisle, dressed in cargo pants and ICP gear, trying to look as tough and intimidating as possible for a pair of face painted women.

"Pretty Vacant" by the Sex Pistols starts up just as the last song fades as "Pretty" Fay Qent emerges from the backstage area with Aurore in tow.

Baxter: And their opponent! From Portland, Maine, accompanied to the ring by Aurore. She is "Pretty" Fay QEEEEENT!

Fay looks all business as she makes her way to the ring, sliding into it and giving the two Juggalettes an ice cold stare.

DING DING

North: Fay Qent has her work cut out for her here, a two on one handicap match is never an easy feat to overcome.

DIC: Never tell her the odds. They won't have to tag out here so we'll learn very quickly.

Slapp and Tick L. both waste no time piling on Fay Qent as they hammer down fists and punches looking to gain an early advantage. The two clown women think they're making great progress until they notice that their opponent hasn't moved a single inch and is just staring down at them. They slowly look at one another as their fists slow down but Fay Qent grabs both their heads and slams them together causing each one to stumble and hold their heads. Fay Qent then shows them what real fists look like as she takes turns swinging lead fists at Slapp and Tick L. fighting each of them back to opposite corners. Fay Qent looks at Slapp and runs full force into her with a running body splash causing Slapp to slump into the corner before charging at full speed at Tick L. and spearing her into the corner, causing Tick L. to slightly fold like an accordion before falling flat on her face.

North: Qent continues her path of destruction! She may as well slammed their heads together like coconuts before pulverizing them!

DIC: She's definitely Rowdy here tonight, that's for sure. And the D-I-C likes his women Rowdy.

North: I'm pretty sure her and Aurore would have something to say about that.

DIC: It's all good, I don't mind if it gets a little crowded.

Fay Qent decides to focus on Tick L. as she starts stomping a mudhole into her, the referee asking for a clean break at 4 due to the proximity to the ropes, she'd back off briefly just to go back to stomping. Again she breaks at the count of 4. Meanwhile Slapp takes these precious moments to recover as she slides out of the ring and starts searching underneath, finally she pulls out a... bottle of root beer? Had to at least be a day old and some liquid was missing from the container. With the soda she slides into the ring and confronts Fay Qent in an effort to save her partner. With the bottle she appears to have a trick in mind as she shakes it up but when she uncaps the lid the soda sprays straight into her own eyes! The Joke... is on her!

DIC: Oh come on now, I can't defend that. Who... who thought this was a good idea?!

North: This is one of the rare moments where we actually agree on something. The Joke didn't go off too well.

The referee quickly kicks the bottle out of the ring as it spins and sprays soda everywhere. Tick L. gets up and lunges for Fay Qent but she slips on the soda on the mat and faceplants onto the mat! Having had enough of the games Fay Qent backs up as she waits for her opponents to eventually get up and charges forward with a Doube Tomahawk Chop clothesline, catching each one with an arm. Down on her knees now she places one hand on the chest of each one as the referee slaps down on the mat to count both pins. 1! 2! 3!

Baxter: Here is your winner... “Pretty” Fay Qent!

After Match In-ring Segment

Aurore is quick to snatch the microphone from Baxter as she taps the top several times.

Aurore: Is this the best LONE has to offer? Is Jack E. Bux going to keep paying peanuts for circus acts when he's got the real deal standing right in front of him? Is this the best he can put out? Does my client have to go back into that locker room and yank people out until nobody is left? What is it going to take, what is it going to take to...

The Razor Ramon Freestyle by Wale hits the arena, cutting Aurore off. The crowd pops several seconds later as Alison Crowne slowly emerges from curtain with her arms spread out from body and entering in low in a style that'd make The Bad Guy himself proud. Her ring gear was noticeably different to fit the occasion sporting purple trunks, purple boots and kneepads, a purple and a black elbow pad, a purple top with a vest that says Alison Crowne in Razor Ramon style font, crowns replacing the razor imagery. Reaching inside of her vest she grabs a microphone out.

DIC: Oh come on, what is she doing here? Shouldn't she be watching some Bruce Lee flick backstage and staying out of view? You can't have Terri running around backstage unattended! Alison you had one job!

North: Well you're in the minority here, the fans seem rather happy to see her and she's paying tribute to Razor Ramon here tonight. Former Intercontinental Champion, multiple time tag team champion and member of the infamous Kliq and nWo. Always enjoy it when wrestlers take a nod towards those who came before them.

Alison Crowne: Did anyone ever tell you that you sound like a broken record, chica?

Giving her best Razor Ramon impression she turned her head to the crowd as she pulled a toothpick from behind her ear and let it hang out of her mouth. The crowd popped as Aurore wasn't amused at all by her antics.

Alison Crowne: I get it, your client is a monster and puts her competition down in near record time. She just made quick work of two people in the ring at the same time. You think you're being slighted, you'd rather protest when you should be building your brand and your case. It's like every opportunity you get to earn respect with the fan and locker room you manage to turn into a showcase of sadness.

Aurore: Oh please, shouldn't you be in the back coddling the LONE Champion?

That managed to draw a bit of heat from the crowd as they start to shower her with boos and jeers. With a slight grin Alison Crowne let the crowd say their piece before raising her finger up wagging it a little.

Alison Crowne: Oh, so you're one of those people then, huh? You come into a promotion and expect to be given top billing and jump to the front of the line. Don't get yourself twisted, sister. The last few months you've been given opportunities to prove yourself against women looking to do the same and while I mean no disrespect to anybody in the back that recently got here... you haven't stepped in the ring with the mainstays yet that put you in the position to have this opportunity.

Aurore: Oh, mainstay you say? Where have you been the last few months? Hiding in the back? Please, your highness, enlighten me.

Raising her eyebrows Alison Crowne seemed impressed by the bluntness of the newcomer representing her client.

Alison Crowne: Giving you that spotlight the two of you seem to crave; you're welcome. My record speaks for itself, whether it's in the octagon in MMA or in the squared circle I've proven time and time again that I am the Crowne Jewel of sports and entertainment. While I may have taken advantage of my time away to expand my repertoire your client seems hungry for a fight; so I'll tell you what. I'm here, I'm ring ready and we already got an official in the ring. Fay, you want to really test yourself or are you just a paper tiger?

North: A very bold declaration and challenge by Alison Crowne. She's never been one to stand down, several months ago she beat Prada Paula in 20 seconds in a submission match. If Qent is looking for a challenge she's got one standing right in front of her now.

DIC: She's flirting with fire, Kev. I'm not sure I like her odds here, Fay Qent is a freaking Amazon.

Aurore: You want that Alison? Are you really sure what you're asking for?

Alison Crowne methodically walks towards the ring, bringing her hands up towards her chin, wiggling spooky fingers, another Scott Hall trademark. Nobody could accuse her of not embracing her costume's persona tonight. Aurore carefully watches her as Alison Crowne places a knee up on the apron and pulls herself up with the middle rope. As she slides under the bottom rope however Aurore and Fay Qent duck out of the ring.

Aurore: No no no, we do things on our time, not yours. But you better be careful what you ask for... you just might get it.

The Razor Ramon Freestyle by Wale hits the arena again as Alison Crowne stands tall, having seemingly gotten the upper hand for now.

Backstage: Jack E. Bux

Opening up in the backstage area, we see many tables with various things on them. A large bowl of punch, various bowls of assorted chips and pretzels, candy, nachos and many other party essentials. Standing next to the punch bowl just so happens to be the man of the hour, Jack E. Bux who is dressed in some really flashy clothing and looks like a pimp.

Bux: Hey everybody, thank you for coming out tonight and I just wanted to say on behalf of everyone here at LONE; Happy Halloween and please — be safe out there.

Speaking with sincerity, he has his hands clasped together. In the background however, we see the lovely Cinnamon dressed as Poison Ivy who dunks Kayoko’s head in the punch which ruins the white makeup on her face since Kayoko was dressed as a Zombie Geisha. Immediately breaking out into a fight, many women step in between the two to stop them from ruining this party as Bux turns around, clearly frustrated.

Bux: You have GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!

Throwing his hands into the air, it’s obvious just how frustrated that he is, especially when tonight is supposed to be a fun party environment.

Bux: Why can’t the two of you get along for two seconds, HUH?

Immediately chiming in, Kayoko is furious and rightfully so.

Kayoko: SHE STARTED IT! I came over here to get some punch, minding my own business and she decided to shove my head in it.

With a large smile on her face, Cinnamon balls up her fists and places them under her eyes as if pretending to cry. Having had enough of it, Bux chimes in with an idea of his own, one that is definitely going to add some proverbial fuel to the fire.

Bux: You know what? I’m sick and tired of this. So here’s what’s going to happen, tonight? We are going to see Cinnamon versus Kayoko, one on one. So to the two of you — get out there because you’re NEXT!

With Kayoko loving this idea, Cinnamon looks appalled as she storms out of the party room. Rubbing her hands together, Kayoko nods her head and exits the room as well. Before we head out to ringside however, we see a large man dressed as a very sadistic looking clown, very creepy as he stands in the back corner of the room basically licking his chops at all of these women in here.

Kayoko Ichikawa vs. Cinnamon

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Babymetal's "Karate" starts over the PA as out emerges Kayoko with a microphone in hand. She sings along to her theme, trying to get the crowd to join her.

Baxter: On the way to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan! KAYOKOOOOO ICHIKAAAWAAAA!

The crowd cheers while she dances on the way to the ring. Once she gets to ringside, she races up the ring steps and moves through the ropes. She stands in the center of the ring, holding up a peace sign as her music dies out.

Baxter: Her opponent. From Annapolis, Maryland. CINNAMOOOOOOON!

"Cinnamon Girl" by Neil Young hits the arena. Walking down to the ring with a huge smirk expressed on her face from moments ago, Cinnamon taunts Kayoko who stands in the ring, narrowing her eyes while rubbing her hands, definitely ready to put the proverbial boots to Cinnamon who is still dressed as Poison Ivy.

DIC: I don’t understand why Kayoko is so bitter, all Cinnamon did was help her to a drink, that’s it.

North: Surely you don’t believe that DIC.

DIC: I saw it firsthand so of course I believe it.

Having climbed into the ring, Cinnamon stands in her corner as the referee signals for the bell getting this match underway.

North: And here we go...

Circling each other, both Kayoko and Cinnamon aren’t taking their eyes off of each other, not even for one second. Stopping in their tracks, both women embrace in a collar and elbow tie-up. Instead of keeping this as a clean wrestling match however, Cinnamon immediately knees Kayoko in the midsection doubling her over. Quickly picking her up, Cinnamon puts Kayoko down with a scoop slam and then taunts the crowd as Kayoko holds her back in pain.

DIC: This business is all about being ruthless and brash and Cinnamon is just that, the pinnacle of what our sport is about.

Dropping to one knee, Cinnamon quickly applies a seated chinlock, really digging the knee into the spine of Kayoko as she grabs at Cinnamon’s hands trying to get her to release the hold. Dropping down to one knee to check on Kayoko, the beautiful Asian screams “NO” that she refuses to submit.

North: Cinnamon really dominating here thus far.

DIC: Yeah and I have a pretty good feeling that’s not going to change either.

North: Now I wouldn’t count Kayoko out just yet. I mean, did you see the look on her face at the party? If looks could kill? I’m pretty sure that Cinnamon wouldn’t be here right now.

Having broken out of the hold with a chin buster, Kayoko throws several elbows to the gut after and upon hitting the ropes — she returns and hits a swinging neckbreaker putting Cinnamon down. Crawling over to her, Kayoko hooks the leg as the referee drops down to make the count.

One...

Two...

North: Cinnamon gets the shoulder up.

DIC: Of course she does! Do you honestly think Cinnamon in all of her beautiful, talented glory is going to lose to Kayoko? Puh-LEASE!

North: You never know DIC, anything can happen in this business; especially when you’re as talented as Kayoko.

DIC: Sure she’s talented, not denying that at all but Cinnamon is head and shoulders better than Kayoko and that will be exposed tonight.

With both women down from all of the chops, slams, and the fact that they have been wrestling for going on eight minutes now, they slowly pull themselves up to their feet. Trading shots back and forth, Cinnamon utilizes another knee to the midsection, doubling Kayoko over, as she looks for the Sugar and Spice heel kick but Kayoko ducks underneath it and immediately rolls her up.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

DIC: WHAT?! SHE CHEATED!

North: No she didn’t!

Quickly rising to her feet, much to the delight of the crowd who supports her — Kayoko has her hand raised in victory when suddenly Violent Violet and Cinnamon begin to beat Kayoko down from behind.

The two, with Violent Violet dressed as Catwoman, continue to kick a helpless Kayoko.

North: Such terrible sportsmanship from these two and no; not surprising.

DIC: Well... Kayoko shouldn’t have cheated.

Impromptu Match

With the crowd cheering, Felicia Hawkins runs down to the ring, dressed in her usual gear but with makeup that would suggest she is a zombie, slides in and immediately begins fending off Cinnamon and Violet from Kayoko. Coming out on stage almost immediately and looking highly annoyed, Jack E. Bux has a microphone in hand.

Bux: You know... I am beyond frustrated with you girls. Seriously. So you know what? Since you like to fight Violet, right here — right now, you and Hawkins — ONE ON ONE!

With the crowd cheering loudly, the bell signals again as both Cinnamon and Kayoko exits the ring. With Bux heading backstage, both women are quick to get in a slug-fest as Hawkins gets the upper hand almost immediately.

North: Bux booking this impromptu match between Felicia Hawkins and Violent Violet since they decided to attack Kayoko from behind after she pinned Cinnamon clean here tonight.

DIC: CLEAN? CLEAN?!

North: Yes CLEAN!

Utilizing her high octane style, Hawkins keeps Violet grounded with high risk move after high risk move as this crowd is eating it up. Standing on the top rope, measuring Violet up — Hawkins looks to end this as Violet looks to be hurt.

DIC: Oh no, it looks like Violet is hurt because of Hawkins’ reckless style.

North: You know as well as I do that’s not true.

DIC: No... I don’t!

As the referee kneels down to check on Violet, Cinnamon quickly rushes over to the turnbuckle and pushes Hawkins off as she goes crashing hard to the canvas hard.

North: Now THAT’S cheating DIC; you see that?

DIC: What are you talking about? There was no cheating.

Getting to her feet, Violet grabs Hawkins and puts her down with a sadistic looking Piledriver. Rolling her over, she hooks her leg as the referee drops down to make the count.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Quickly rolling out of the ring with smiles on their faces, both Cinnamon and Violet head up the ramp as Kayoko immediately enters the ring to check on her friend, Hawkins.

North: So despicable, Hawkins had it won and all of the world knows that.

DIC: What happened was that my girl, Violent Violet simply outsmarted her.

North sounds rather disgusted as the camera cuts to the commentators now.

North: Violent Violet hits her piledriver, Violent Tendencies and gets the win. We take you backstage now, to our correspondent, Linda Edwards!

Backstage: Linda Edwards w/Anne "Flying" Grayson

Backstage, our correspondent Linda Edwards was standing by. So many women wanted to be part of LONE for the opportunity it brought for exposure on the East Coast where wrestling fans were as dedicated as ever to the product. With Linda Edwards is a new signee by the name of Anne “Flying” Grayson, a name adapted from her Grandmother and her favorite superhero. It also matched up with her style in the ring to a degree as well. Linda stood there with microphone in hand and waiting for her cue. And there it was, the camera’s started to roll and Linda was live.

Linda Edwards: So far tonight we have had a truly awesome night of action and Halloween is right around the corner so the festivities from our Ladies of New England to the crowd in attendance have been awesome. But now it is my pleasure to introduce everybody to a new member to the Ladies of New England roster, please welcome second generation wrestler, Anne Grayson. Welcome, Anne, pleasure to have you. So now that you’re here, do you have any eyes set on your first opponent?

Anne “Flying” Grayson: You know what, Linda? I’ve had my eyes on just about everybody here and that’s why I signed here. This company has the best of the best that the wrestling business has to offer. This isn’t a suck up, Linda, this is the damned truth if there ever was one. The competition is fierce, it’s stiff, it’s going to be a big uphill battle but being a short thing like me, your daddy on the road all the time getting beat up and giving beatings... life has always been an uphill battle. This will be nothing new and when I get there it will be all the more gratifying because I earned this, Linda! I earned it and this isn’t slipping away from me. But let me tell you this-- I’m going to get my shot at the LONE championship. Right now Terri Thompson is the peak but you remember Anne Grayson is coming for that strap. Over the years I learned a whole hell of a lot from my dad and all that I can say is that if you don’t know who I am, prepare to be impressed!

Linda Edwards: Well if they’re not impressed yet, Anne, I’m sure they will be once they see you in the ri--

“Impressed? You want me to be impressed by a tiny little thing like you?! HA!”

Linda Edwards: I-- I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen it looks like I’m now being joined by another new signing here at LONE, Third Generation star Ainslee Avalon!

Ainslee Avalon: You’re damn right. How are you going to interview this five foot nothin’ daddy’s girl to interview instead of somebody that has done some real damage in that ring?! Clearly there’s no respect for the real talent around here. But you, little one…

Ainslee Avalon is a third generation wrestler and comes from a strong family lineage of wrestling dating back to her grandparents, and both of her parents being wrestlers as well. She was a little stocky in her shoulders, but just enough to be noticeable with her toned figure. Her long brunette hair was pulled back into a ponytail as the 5’6” woman stood, staring down at Anne Grayson who had no intentions of backing off, so it had appeared.

Ainslee Avalon: A runt like you hasn’t put in nearly the amount of work, time or effort to get where you are, that I have. You’re only here because your dear ol’ dad made a name for himself getting split open all over the place. It takes more than taking a beating to make you worth a damn!

Anne Grayson: Whoa whoa whoa, hang on there. I don’t know who the hell you think you are getting in my face and trashing my dad but if you’ve got a fight to pick with me then pick it with me because I’m right here.

Ainslee Avalon: Ha! You’re serious!? You’re seriously serious? You think your little punk ass can stand up to me? My family are legends around here and you know what? My family didn’t get me the job, I did. My family didn’t make me the best women’s wrestler on the planet, I did. My family didn’t pay off the big man to get me a job here, I earned it by knocking skulls in and making people tap. And what have you done besides flop around like a fish out of water?!

Anne Grayson: The way it looks to me is that you’re the one using your family name to get you places, AVALON! You can think my daddy got me here all you want, and you can be mad at me for it for as long and as much as you want but you know damn well that you’re just upset that people know your folks a hell of a lot more than they know you and that’s never gonna change. So why don’t you go back to mommy and daddy and tell them this “runt” just owned you!

Those words, they just heated Ainslee and she fired off a smack to the side of Anne’s face. Anne rushed in and the two clashed but security was there quickly to break it apart between the two. It seemed like there was definitely some strong disdain from Ainslee towards Anne, and it was a rivalry of generations, a 2nd and a 3rd. There was no way this was finished between them.

Backstage: Mark Robertson

Opening up in the back, the cameras peer into the dressing room of The Glorious One who isn’t in there right now but her manager; the legendary Mark Robertson is and he’s currently on the phone. With his back facing the camera, he doesn’t know they’re there.

Robertson: Oh yeah, everything is going perfectly, just as we envisioned.

Listening to whoever is on the other end, it puts a huge smile on his face.

Robertson: Absolutely sir! Oh yeah, he doesn’t have a clue and quite frankly? There’s not a thing he can do anyway. He’s pretty oblivious around here, especially when it comes to who rightfully deserves a shot at Terri Thompson and the LONE Championship but you’ll fix everything soon enough.

Listening again, his eyes widen as does his smile.

Robertson: Wait... What? REALLY? Oh man, I am so EXCITED that you’ll be here tonight sir as will everyone else; I assure you that.

Nothing but a smile is expressed.

Robertson: I’ll see you soon sir and let me say again; I’m SO GLAD that somebody with some knowledge will be here to understand my vision.

Nodding, he then responds.

Robertson: Uh huh... See you later tonight.

Hanging up the phone and placing it in his pocket, he turns around and sees that the cameras are watching him. Quickly getting out of his chair, he closes the door as we head back out to ringside.

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit!

DIC: Who do you think Robertson was talking to and my question is, do you think he’s bluffing?

North: That is a great question but you know, I don’t really know, anything is possible when it comes to Robertson. I mean, the man has a track record of managing the best and as we both know, he tends to get whatever he wants. However, we need to prepare for our next match which is between Ami Reeves and Hannah Kix: both utilizing a very similar style which makes this match very interesting because both women are going to want to prove that they are the better woman.

Hannah Kix vs. Ami Reeves

The French Rap tune of "La Rage" by Keny Arkana blares over the PA.

Baxter: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Paris, France, she is HANNAH KIIIIX!!!

Standing on the stage, dressed in kickboxer type garments, she walks down to the ring with so much focus expressed on her face. Keeping her dark brown eyes glued to the floor, she enters the ring and heads to her respective corner while removing her robe and awaiting the likes of her opponent, Ami Reeves.

Baxter: And her opponent...

Stepping out onto the stage wearing a dark green hoodie with the Triforce on it, Ami Reeves quickly thrusts her arm into the air as if she is holding a sword or something of the sorts as the Main Theme from Zelda begins to play.

DIC: Ami’s biggest problem is that she is far too nerdy to be here and quite frankly? I don’t think many people take her as seriously as they would if she would drop this whole Nintendo shtick.

North: I don’t know about that. I mean, I find it refreshing that LONE has so many women who are simply themselves instead of just another gimmick, you know?

DIC: I guess...

Beginning to walk down the aisle, she reaches out and slaps hands with the fans as they show their love and support for her, which of course, puts a large smile on her face.

Baxter: ... Making her way to the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts, she is AMIIII REEEEEVEEEES!

Quickly entering the squared circle, she removes her hoodie and tosses it outside of the ring where she waits for the referee to signal for the bell.

Ding... Ding... Ding...

Circling around each other, to get a feel for one another, both women decide to throw a couple of punches followed by a couple of kicks just to feel what the other person is going to do. With both Ami and Hannah blocking and countering the other person; it’s when Hannah kicks Ami in the back of the knee when this match immediately changes pace.

North: What a kick by Kix. Heh... Pun intended.

DIC: God that was awful.

With Ami down on one knee, Hannah shows her wrestling skill as she immediately applies a chin lock. Grabbing at Hannah’s fingers, Ami manages to pry her tight grip away and then back kicks her right in the midsection which drops her down to one knee. Hitting the ropes, when she returns, she drives a knee right into the face of Hannah.

North: What aggression by Reeves. Hannah’s nose might be broken there.

DIC: Let’s sure hope so!

Rolling Hannah onto her back, Ami makes the cover as the referee drops down to make the count.

One...

Two...

NO! Pressing her shoulder off of the canvas, the crowd gasps as that was a really close call, especially after such a brutal knee.

North: These two are well trained in Kickboxing and Muay Thai so I have a pretty good feeling that we are going to see something different tonight.

Having gotten to her feet, Kix manages to show her intensity as she throws several leg kicks at Reeves which manages to drop her several times.

Baxter: Ten minutes left in the match...

Fighting back and forth, both women give it their all but none of them are really able to get the upper hand on one another, that is until Reeves hits Kix with a stiff kick out of desperation. Before she can capitalize off of it however, she falls to the mat and clutches her leg since Kix has been working on that leg all match.

DIC: HEY! WHAT THE?!

Rising out of his seat, a slender woman with bright red hair has snuck up and taken DIC’s wallet from out of his back pocket. Running over to the crowd, she begins to throw a bunch of money, ironically all singles as the crowd is cheering loudly and DIC seems to be livid.

DIC: WHO ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH IS THIS CHICK AND WHY HASN’T SHE BEEN THROWN OUT?!

North: You have a job to do, let’s concentrate on the action.

DIC: SHE STOLE MY WALLET!

Baxter: Five minutes left in the match...

With both women down and utilizing this time to gain their bearings, Reeves limps to her feet as Kix clutches her ribs in pain. Looking for a desperate head kick of her own, Ami manages to duck under Hannah’s leg and when she turns around — Reeves begins to throw a flurry of kicks which causes Hannah to cover up to the best of her ability.

North: HYRULIAN FLURRY!!!!

With the last kick smacking Hannah right in those already hurt ribs, she crumples to the canvas as Reeves looks to make the pin when Baxter is suddenly heard.

Baxter: The time limit HAS EXPIRED!

Fans: FIVE MORE MINUTES... FIVE MORE MINUTES... FIVE MORE MINUTES...

North: NO! Not this way.

With both women using the ropes for leverage, they look incredibly exhausted, hurt but also disappointed.

North: Both of these women gave it their all but unfortunately, we could not come to the conclusion of a winner.

With DIC yanking his wallet back, all of his money is gone as he places it back into his pocket and returns to the commentary table.

DIC: Damnit! I was gonna spend those at Bella's!

Grellsy is grinning wide by the time the wallet is taken back from her, all the cash inside thrown to the crowd, "Should keep a better eye on your stuff DIC." Before he could retaliate she ran off heading for backstage.

Backstage Segment: Limo Arrival

Cutting out to the parking lot, we see a long limousine come to a stop.

North: Oh man, is this who Robertson was talking about?

DIC: If so, this man obviously has a lot of money and class.

North: Looks like it but... Who is it?

DIC: Well surely we’re about to find out.

Exiting the driver side of the limousine just so happens to be an older gentleman, dressed like a Butler. Walking to the back portion of the limousine, he reaches down grabbing the door handle and pulls the door open.

North: Oh man, we’re about to find out.

With a pair of legs exiting first, dressed in expensive grey dress pants, the upper body of the individual pops out next as everyone explodes throughout the arena.

North: IS THAT?

DIC: HOLY SHIT! IT’S DREW STEVENSON!

North: We haven’t seen Stevenson in the business for months now but what’s he doing here? Is he the man Robertson was talking to?

DIC: Let’s hope so!

Fixing the jacket of his suit, Stevenson places both of his hands inside his pockets and heads for the doors of the arena, these fans still in awe.

In-ring Segment: Gucci Gals

Gucci Gucci by Kreayshawn hits the arena as the crowd begins to boo as Ms. Gucci steps out, quickly followed by the returning Prada Paula. They make their way down to the ring with swagger in their step and quickly snatch a pair of microphones from ringside. Baxter backs off throwing his hands up in the air, not wanting to get in their war path and knowing the Gucci Gals there'd be no absence in words tonight or any night.

Ms. Gucci: How's everyone enjoying Barbie Dress-up Night?

The crowd boos knowing immediately that coming from her it was anything but a compliment.

Ms. Gucci: Halloween, the one day of the year where everyone is allowed to be fake, because it's socially acceptable to pretend to be something you're not for one day out of the year. Well, I guess Jack E. Bux saw a shameless marketing opportunity and gave you freaks an extra day to fly your freak flags high.

Prada Paula: I mean just look out in the crowd!

Paula speaks up as she saunters around ringside pointing out random people in the crowd.

Prada Paula: This one here wants to a be a princess! Well unless you luck out and meet the Nigerian Prince in a nightclub you're out of luck sweetheart. Better catch your bank account, he's just not into you.

Ms. Gucci: Or how about this one? Oh, you want to be a firefighter? You couldn't put out a match with a garden hose.

Prada Paula: Get used to being burned, fireboy.

Ms. Gucci: Hey Paula, catch this fool here trying to be some “dark mysterious bat guy”.

She gave her best Christian Bale Batman impression.

Prada Paula: Well unless you win a few Powerball jackpots you're not going to be Bruce Wayne, but you can sure take a shot at being Martha or Thomas. Because all the monopoly money in the world isn't going to save your ass.

Both girls stop, look at each other and then point to someone in the second row wearing a blue wig and a shirt that says Trailer Park Legend.

Ms Gucci: Well it looks like we finally found someone with an achievable dream. You wanna be like Terri? You want to be gutter trash? Well honey, all you gotta do is huff some paint thinner 3 times day and blow your welfare checks on ramen noodles, booze, and cigarettes and you're good to go!

Prada Paula: What a lowlife!

They both laugh as they draw nuclear heat from the crowd, one brave soul throws her beer at them but with the low trajectory bounces off the apron and misses.

Ms. Gucci: You're white trash and you're in trouble! Hey mall cop! Get this ho outta my house!

The crowd boos even louder as she grinned.

Ms. Gucci: But not just anybody can be Gucci and not anybody can be Prada. Do you braindead zombies notice something here? We don't need some silly little costumes, we don't need to wear any masks because every single day we come as ourselves.

Prada Paula: And even though everybody wants to be us, a bunch of counterfeit copycats can never compare to the real deal. Just in case anybody forgot with all these Jenny Come Lately's running around The Gucci Gals RUN LONE, we have since day one. And just in case 75% of you are too drunk and stupid to realize exactly what's going on I'm back!

Ms. Gucci: Lets be honest, there's not a sober soul in the house and that extends to the back. I'm done playing games Jack E. Boy, I've waited long enough and I want my rematch. You owe me! It's in my contract!

Hello from the Gutter hits the sound system as the crowd finally has something to cheer. Terri Thompson walks out looking like a spitting image of Chloe Price from Life Is Strange, complete with the beanie and jacket. With a microphone of her own in her hand she starts to walk down the aisle.

Terri Thompson: Well first of all I'd like to say welcome back. While I may not like you or agree with a lot of the things you stand for... nobody wants to see anybody get hurt. I'm glad to see you back.

Paula scrunches her face and mocks her standing next to Gucci.

Terri Thompson: But if the two of you think you run LONE you're as delusional as your fashion choices are bad. I beat you in the middle of that steel cage Gucci, I beat you and I took my title, the same title you took shortcuts with time and time again to keep. If it was up to me I'd do it one more time just to shut you up for good but Jack E. Bux signs the checks and he has commitments to keep. But that doesn't mean that I have to stand around and let you two take this show hostage.

Ms. Gucci: Oh... I agree. You don't have to take anything standing...

With that both girls bolt out and rush the Champion attacking her from two sides raining down. DIC can be heard gleefully laughing at the announce table despite the table being muted. As the two on one beatdown continues Alison Crowne darts out from the back to try to even the odds quickly throwing some swift and stinging kicks and punches to the Gucci Gals. Suddenly Gucci and Prada back off giving Terri some much needed room to breathe. Thinking something was up Alison Crowne turned around but by then it was already too late as Fay Qent turned her inside out with a Tomahawk Chop! Turning her inside out Alison Crowne ended up flipping in midair and crashing hard to the ground from the impact. Gucci and Prada go back to beating on Terri as Fay Qent starts walking to the back with Prada Paula pulling the Champion up and feeding her to Gucci for the That's So Gucci perfect plex laying her out cold! Happy at their handiwork the Gucci Gals make their triumphant march to the back, leaving Gutter Trash laying in a heap and Alison Crowne incapacitated.

The two are soon helped to the back by some referees who rush out to check on them. Johnny Baxter soon enters the ring once everyone else leaves for the back.

Sister Catherine vs. The Glorious One

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the MAIN EVENT! Making her to the ring, hailing from Hollywood, California, managed by Mark Robertson — she is THE GLOOORIOOOUUS ONNNEEE!

No music cuts on for the arrival of the Glorious One. Stepping out onto the stage, dressed in a blue rhinestone studded robe, she extends her arms out at her sides to showcase the expensive robe as mark Robertson trails behind her while giving her a standing ovation. Walking down the ramp and getting to the ring, Robertson walks up the steel steps and then holds the middle and top rope open for her as she steps through them and stretches her arms out again, taunting the crowd. Stepping in behind her, Robertson helps her remove the robe and then exits with the ring since it costs a lot of money.

A female's voice can be heard booming powerfully from the PA in the Arena. It is the voice of Vampira in the beginning of the track "I'm Damned" from Vampira with Satan's Cheerleaders:

My Lord and my God have mercy upon my soul, a sinner!

I believe that Jesus Christ is the son of the living God!

I believe that he died on the cross and shed his blood for the forgiveness of all my sins.

I believe that God raised Jesus from the dead by the power of the Holy Ghost!

I open the door of my heart and I invite you into my heart!

Lord Jesus wash away all of my sins!

Wash them away in the precious blood that you've shed for me!

You will not turn me away, Lord Jesus, you will save my soul!

I know because your word, The Bible, says so!

Your word says that you will turn no one away and that includes me!

Therefore, I know that you have heard me! And I know that you have answered me!

And I know that I am SAVED! AND I THANK YOU! LORD JESUS! FOR SAVING MY SOOOOUL!

Just as the guitar on the track begins to start, Sister Catherine emerges from the curtain, dressed in a nun habit with the holy bible clutched to her bosom. She saunters to the ring while the fans cheer for her and the camera cuts to a sign held up by a fan that reads SAVE ME SISTER CATHERINE!

Baxter: And her opponent! From Stone Mountain, Georgia! She is SISTEEEER CAAATHERIIIIIINE!

When she gets to ringside, she slowly steps up the steel stairs and sheds her nun habit to reveal a crimson colored singlet, with matching elbow and knee pads and boots, and her hair is tied up into a ponytail. She takes off her glasses and sets them and her bible at ringside before stepping into the ring and patiently waiting in her corner, eyes on The Glorious One.

DING DING

The red light descends upon the arena as Glorious One carefully circles around the ring as she keeps her eyes on Sister Catherine who does the same as Robertson cheers his client on at ringside.

North: What's the deal with this red light? Are they going to wrestle in this?

DIC: Oh man. That's Sister Catherine's deal. Can make it a pain to see but I know The Glorious One won't let that fool her!

They then close ranks and enter a collar and elbow tieup. Glorious One gets Sister Catherine into a side headlock and wrenches it n as Robertson claps in approval but Sister Catherine quickly slips out and hits a few sharp elbows to the back. She then captures Glorious one into a sleeper hold. Glorious One's eyes go wide as she quickly lunges for and grasps onto the top rope to force a break. This however only encourages Sister Catherine to put a vice like grip around her neck as the referee quickly calls for a break, the hold finally breaking at the count of 4. Glorious One quickly hops out of the ring and share a few words with Robertson as he puts his arm around her neck and gives her a few nuggets of advice.

North: Glorious One clearly wants nothing to do with Sister Catherine.

DIC: She was choking the life out of her, she's wise to go over to Robertson. That man does nothing but create champions and Hall of Famers. If you listen to his wealth of wisdom you'll make it to the top.

North: Robertson is the biggest conman in the industry.

DIC: Somebody's jealous. Look Kev-O, I know you couldn't quite cut it at the 4WA and make it as a wrestler and nobody in their right mind would look for you to represent them but that doesn't give you the right to insult this man's good name.

North: I never even enrolled at 4WA! I've wanted to be a broadcaster my whole life!

DIC: I keep forgetting today is Pre-Halloween thanks to Monopoly Man. This is the one month a year it makes sense that you're sitting next to me!

North: I guess that makes two of us. You're only here because of your family's money.

DIC: Some people are born better, sucks to suck Kev!

The referee orders her back into the ring but Robertson waves the official off with a dismissive wave. With no other choice the referee begins his count.

1!

2!

3!

North: Glorious One is taking her sweet time to get back into the ring.

DIC: She has till 10, it's in the rule book. You can't rush greatness. She is doing nothing wrong, Robertson is only doing his job.

North: Oh, now you suddenly care about the rules?

DIC: Kev, I got a job to do. Somebody at this table has to.

4!

Sister Catherine appears to have had enough as she runs against the opposing ropes and looks like she's about to hit a suicide dive to the outside that she calls the Sacrificial Lamb! Like a stink bomb released into a classroom Glorious One and Robertson split to opposite sides as Sister Catherine instead rebounds of the ropes and stops as she stares from the ring.

5!

6!

North: Now that'll get your attention! Fake-out Sacrificial Lamb sends Glorious One and Robertson scattering.

DIC: Right now you're seeing a game of mental chess play out. Sister Catherine needs to spend less time pandering to the crowd, though. She's not here to entertain all of Terri's cousins.

North: Entertainment is part of our job! I don't think she's pandering at all, she just made a very calculated move to test her awareness.

DIC: I get paid either way buddy boy. You know just like every other person out there who isn't strung out on paint thinner and booze that nobody would give a damn anymore if she got injured on the job. They're a bunch of bloodthirsty gladiator attendees.

7!

8!

Reluctantly Glorious One finally slides back into the ring, Robertson shouting a few angry words to the official and pointing out that he has a strict “no contact” clause.

They once again go to the collar and elbow this time with Sister Catherine getting the upper hand as she locks in the headlock. As she goes to transition holds Glorious One is quick to rake her eyes which draws a very loud boo before the crowd quickly pops back as Sister Catherine responds in kind with an eyerake of her own! The official is furious as he warns both competitors, prompting Sister Catherine to bare her fangs and hiss towards the official who very quickly backs off throwing his hands up.

North: The official wants no part of this! Both women are throwing the rulebook completely out the window and he's just going to let them go at it.

DIC: Well somebody almost lost their job there. You know what happens when you violate a no contact clause? You either get suspended or fired. Sister Catherine better remember that! You don't lay a finger on a legend!

Glorious One, furious now throws a wild right punch that connects squarely to the jaw of Sister Catherine, stunning her and sending her backward. Sister Catherine steps up for a bunch of her own and hits right on the spot with a wild hook. Partially blinded both women start throwing fists full of slugs and haymakers, some hitting, some missing completely as order in the match begins to break down.

North: This one has spiraled completely out of control! Lefts and rights, wild hooks, haymakers eyesight be damned!

DIC: The referee needs to get it together! Glorious One shouldn't have to go through this barely sanctioned... street fight! This isn't what she signed up for!

North: Well the crowd seems to be loving it. They may not like either one but they're definitely getting their money's worth tonight!

The official lets this one go, afraid to intervene. Eventually Glorious One appears to get the upper hand as she regains her vision. Sister Catherine with her legs looking a little like jello prompts Glorious One to go low as she looks for a chop block. Robertson knows what's coming as he rubs his hands together as the vampire is about to be 'defanged' and grounded but it was only but a split second later that his jaw would nearly hit the ground. Acting on what appeared to be a sixth sense Glorious One catches nothing but air as her face collides with the bottom rope, Sister Catherine dodging through the air with an air cartwheel before landing on her feet like a black cat! Baring her fangs she hisses at her opponent which causes Robertson to slap his hands aggressively out of frustration on the apron!

DIC: Fine her! Fine her ass!

North: Masterful dodge! What athleticism! You see two women fighting their hearts out and all you can think to say is fine her?

DIC: Since when has biting ever been legal? She keeps on flirting with it and intimidating Robertson and the official and instead of doing his job he lets her skirt the agreed upon rules!

North: Rules Lawyer... is that your costume for tonight? Did you come to LONE as a Rules Lawyer for Halloween?

DIC: What's wrong with wanting a fair match?

North: You're not fooling anyone DIC, you always look the other way when Glorious One bends the rules.

Glorious One is stunned by the collision, she doesn't have all her bearings about her and she groggily pulls herself up after crawling towards the corner to put distance between her and her opponent. Sister Catherine looks to quickly close the gap only to be met by sharp back elbows from Glorious One in the corner as she desperately fights to survive before the encounter slipped out of reach. She hammers back with another elbow, and another and another and another still! Robertson becomes increasingly more animated as he watched his prize racehorse, his Seabiscuit battle back with fierce determination. Now putting some space between the two Glorious One goes to hit a knee trembler made famous by William Regal, a running knee strike but Sister Catherine counters by sidestepping before kicking her in the gut and hitting her version of the Impaler DDT, the Bloodlust! Glorious One is out cold as Sister Catherine quickly pounces for the pinfall. 1! 2! Robertson grabs Glorious One's foot and places it on the bottom rope...

3!

Baxter: Here is your winner... Sister Catherine!

Robertson is absolutely furious at ringside as he screams at the referee. The referee claims to have not seen the foot on the rope and despite the seemingly good case Robertson makes the referee refuses to overturn the decision!

Robertson: Just you wait! I'll make sure Stevenson has your license on a silver platter do you hear me?! You're never going to work in this town again! Never!

DIC: AND HE SHOULDN'T! This is a travesty! Glorious One was screwed here tonight! Her foot was on the ropes! I hope he has a nice big fine and a pink slip waiting for him at the front desk!

North: Regardless the referee's decision is final! Ladies and gentlemen we thank you for joining us on this special edition of LONE Supremacy. Stay safe and enjoy the rest of the night, we will see you next month! Goodnight, everyone!