2017.11.24: PWN - LONE - LONE 6
Contents
Intro
"Hello From The Gutter" by Overkill blares on the PA. The fans get to their feet to cheer for their champion as Gutter Trash Terri Thompson emerges from the curtain, dressed in her usual ring gear with her white t-shirt reading 'The American Dwellers' on it. She seems to be all business as she hurries down the aisle for the ring, championship draped over her left shoulder. She slides into the ring and hurries to the other side, waving to a stage hand to give her a microphone. Once she gets it, she taps on it a few times to test that it's working.
Terri Thompson: How's it goin' Portland?! Whole world?! How was everybody's Thanksgiving, huh?! I had me a full six pack and a can of Slim Jims, so I'd say my Thanksgiving was quite bountiful!
Terri Thompson: You know what else has been quite bountiful for me recently? A lot of bullshit! I won this title back in July, my BIRTHDAY! And I finally get to defend it tonight! And of course, right when I win it, I have to hear a lot of whining, and I have everybody trying to cut in line and take shots at me verbally and physically, so you know what? With all of this crap I had to deal with about who is the number one contender, and who gets the rights to face me first, blah blah, all of the attacks I've been getting both physically and verbally from the likes of Ms. Gucci, I'm sick of it! We've got a match at the end of the show, her and I, and you know what? I can't wait anymore! I can't wait until the end of the night! I want her right here, right NOW! And I KNOW she wants to get her title back and to that I say...
She raises the belt high above her head.
Terri: COME AND TRY! So I can plant your mind in the gutter!
She lays the belt out in front of her and starts pacing behind it, eyeing the entrance way and waiting for Ms. Gucci to emerge.
"Fame" by David Bowie starts to play and Jack E. Bux steps out from the curtain, standing at the entrance way. The crowd cheers and Jack bows to them as if he's not worthy, holding a microphone in hand.
Crowd: BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX!
Bux: Terri... While I understand that you want to compete right now, your match is scheduled as the last match for the evening. We have a protocol we need to follow.
The crowd BOOs at this.
Terri: Screw your protocol! Get her out here right now!
"One big room... full of bad bitches!" "Gucci Gucci" by Kreayshawn kicks in and Ms. Gucci steps out from the curtain, stepping a few paces away and to the right of Bux.
Gucci: Jack. Mr. Bux. Whatever you want me to call you. If this trash wants her ass kicking right now so she can go back to her trailer park and smoke meth with the rest of her inbred fans, let's do it now so we can get this over with and the RIGHTFUL CHAMP can get her throne back!
Terri: Send her in, Jack! In fact send them all in!
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Bux: All right! You know what? Since you two want to go at it so badly! Let's get a ref in there and start this thing!
Referee Triple D walks up the stairs and gets into the ring. Are we about to see the main event happen RIGHT NOW?! It seems like a no, as a familiar voice can soon be heard.
Robertson: HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON!
Mark Robertson steps on stage now. The crowd boos at his presence! Robertson smiles at this, however, spreading his hands and seeming to soak this all in. He brings his mic up to his mouth and begins to speak.
Robertson: What about my client, The Glorious One? She still gets her shot! And if you don't give it to her, well, I have someone who begs to differ.
Bux: Well I--
The Man by Aloe Blacc starts up. The fans are shocked! That can only mean the arrival of... yes! The legendary Drew Stevenson!
Stevenson: Jack, Jack, Jack... You've got quite the mess on your hands, don't you?
Jack: What's the meaning of all of this?!
Stevenson: The meaning? Oh I think you know the meaning of it all. You and I both know the meaning of it all. Jack, you know the reason you had trouble hosting a live internet pay per view show after February wasn't just because of this counterfeit Gucci handbag giving you trouble over her title defense. You had trouble with money, and guess who came swinging by like Old Saint Nick to give you a present?
Jack: Hey I didn't ask for your handout!
Stevenson: No, you didn't! But you took it anyway! You knew you had to take it! You know one of the options you had on the table was no more LONE for good! And THAT is why I am here! I am here because let's face it, Jack, you do a good job of putting asses in seats. Not as much as me, of course, but you do a good job. You need to stick to that. I'LL handle who gets to battle who in that ring and right now? We're going to have this title match right now!
The crowd cheers!
Robertson: But what about The Glorious One?
Stevenson: I'm getting to that. You know I haven't forgotten about you and all you've ever done for me. Now, the winner of this match will face The Glorious One in the main event for the title.
Terri: Sounds good to me! I still say you can send them all down here for a one way trip down the drain into the gutter!
Gucci: So I get to beat not only trailer trash, but some old hag? Whatever!
Stevenson: Good, so no more bitching now. We can--
The lights go out in the arena, covering it in darkness. What sounds like dozens of whispers can be heard, their words indistinguishable.
Silence falls now, and the titantron lights up to the face of Sister Catherine in front of a red background. The crowd erupts seeing her. Her hair is styled in a ponytail and her reading glasses rest on her nose. She smiles.
Sister Catherine: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen... I see that your petty quarrels have not ceased regarding the matters of the LONE Championship. I wish to remind you, Mr. Stevenson, that I have a mission here in LONE, and that is to rid it of sin. I have bested The Blasphemous One, or as she is known, The Glorious One, in competition. It is my mission to stop the gluttonous sinner Terri Thompson and claim the LONE Championship for the Lord.
Stevenson: Does the bible not speak of patience?
Sister Catherine: Ahh, yes, but it also speaks of fairness and correcting oppression.
Stevenson: How's this, then? Tonight, yourself and The Glorious One will go one on one, and the winner will be the true #1 contender, to face the winner of tonight's championship match as the main event tonight?
Sister Catherine: Very well. Good evening...
The lights slowly cut back on. Drew Stevenson looks to Jack E. Bux.
Stevenson: And THAT is how you get things done! Start the match now!
With a dramatic mic drop that picks up some feedback as it hits the ground, Drew turns to leave with Mark Robetson, and Jack reluctantly follows.
When the lights come on, Baxter can be seen in the center of the ring.
Ms. Gucci vs. "Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson
Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the LONE Championship!
With everyone standing on their feet, especially after what happened moments ago, both women are already standing in their respective corners as this match was just made by Stevenson. Standing on the right side of the camera, bouncing up and down while rolling her shoulders to loosen up, Miss. Gucci is staring a hole right through our champion, Terri Thompson as she wants that LONE Championship back and in a bad way.
Baxter: The challenger, hailing from Bridgeport, Connecticut, she is the first ever LONE Champion — MISSSS. GUUUCCCIII!
With a large chorus of boos, Gucci ignores them and continues to stare directly into the eyes of Thompson who stares back.
Baxter: And the CHAMPION...
With a large chorus of cheers, these people show their love and admiration for the champion as she removes the LONE Championship from off of her shoulder and hoists it into the air which causes everyone to explode even louder.
Baxter: Hailing from Portland, Maine, she is the LONE CHAMPION... “GUTTER TRASH” TERRI THOMPSON!
The commentary feed finally kicks in.
North: Hello fans I'm Kevin North alongside my partner DIC and we hope you've had a Happy Thanksgiving and thank you for tuning in to Supremacy: LONE 6 ThanksBEATING! And what an announcement! We have the legendary Drew Stevenson who... well I'm at a loss for words. What he's saying and doing is just plain dirty.
DIC: Oh shut up, North! You heard the man! He did Bux a favor!
North: Look at Gucci, I have NEVER seen that much determination in her eyes.
DIC: I see Gucci tearing it away from Terri here tonight. I have not seen this much determination in the eyes of Gucci in a long time and quite frankly? Thompson is in for a world of trouble.
Handing the LONE Championship over to the referee who hoists it into the air signifying that this is a title match, the bell rings as the referee hands the title to the timekeeper.
North: And here we go... The rematch for the AGES.
Stepping forward to the center of the ring, both women trash talk one another for a few seconds, that is until Gucci hears enough and rears back popping Thompson right in the mouth which causes her to stumble back and hold her face.
DIC: Oh man, Gucci starting things off with a BANG!
Taking in a deep breath and trying to keep her composure, Thompson once again begins to mouth a few things to Gucci and when she tries to slap her across the face again, that is where Thompson draws the line and takes her down to the canvas which causes these fans to roar in approval.
North: TERRI TAKING GUCCI DOWN!
Throwing punch after punch, Gucci blocks them to the best of her ability before rolling over on top of Thompson and beginning to throw several punches of her own. Managing to fight to their feet, Gucci hits a quick knee to the midsection of Thompson which doubles her over and when this happens, Gucci hoists her into the air and hits a very stiff scoop slam which causes Thompson to arch her back in pain.
DIC: Look at that intensity by Gucci. This woman wants to be the best once again and Thompson who stands in her way deserves everything she gets.
North: Oh come on now, that’s ridiculous and you know it. Terri EARNED that LONE Championship and nobody can take that away from her.
DIC: Whatever North, you kiss ass.
North: Ugh...
Dropping to her knees, Gucci applies a seated chin lock as Thompson screams out in a great deal of pain but refuses to surrender when the referee asks her if she quits. Struggling for several moments, Thompson manages to get to her feet as she throws stiff elbows into the midsection of Gucci which causes her to release the hold just a little bit. Reaching out and grabbing Gucci by her purple hair, Thompson falls to the seated position which drives Gucci’s chin right into the top of her head. Stumbling around and dazed, Thompson is quick to roll Gucci up.
One...
Two...
North: So close, so, so close.
Getting up at the same time, Gucci charges forward and flattens Thompson with a clothesline which puts her back in control of this match. Looking out at the crowd and taunting them, Gucci yanks Thompson up to her feet and throws her into the nearest turnbuckle with great authority as she smacks it spine first and crumples to the canvas.
DIC: My God, did you hear that North?
North: Of course I did, I am sitting right here but I agree with you, that was a sickening smack.
Showing great resilience and pulling herself up to her feet, Gucci shakes her head and yells at Thompson to stay down who blatantly ignores everything coming out of her mouth. Methodically grabbing Thompson by her blue hair, again, Thompson quickly kicks her in the gut and floats over with a stiff, textbook DDT which flattens Gucci hard.
North: And just like that, Thompson has completely turned the tide on this match.
Crawling over to the lifeless body of Gucci, Thompson places her right arm over her body as the referee drops down to make the count.
One...
Two...
THRE!!!
DIC: NO! NO! NO! GUCCI IS STILL IN THIS THING!
Having managed to press her shoulder off of the canvas, both women are extremely tired from this long, grueling match that is taking place for the richest prize in our business today; the LONE Championship. With both women managing to pull themselves up to their feet again, they begin to trade punches and when Thompson gets the upper hand — Gucci throws a thumb to the eye of Thompson and then hooks her up for the “That’s so Gucci”. However, Thompson throws several stiff punches right into the rib area of Gucci which causes her to release the hold, more importantly her leg. Shoving Gucci back into the turnbuckle, Thompson hits the ropes and manages to catch her from out of nowhere.
North: MIND IN THE GUTTER! MIND IN THE GUTTER! MIND IN THE GUTTER! THIS COULD BE OVER!
DIC: COME ON GUCCI!
Rolling Gucci over and hooking the leg to the best of her ability, the referee drops down to make the count, once again, as everything seems to go in slow-motion.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DIC: NOOOOOO!!!
North: WHAT A GREAT MATCH!
Baxter: The winner of the match and STILL LONE Champion, “GUTTER TRASH” TERRI... THOOOOMPPSSOOON!
Having her hand raised into the air while being given her LONE Championship, Gucci lies there, completely disappointed as both of these women receive a standing ovation for their effort.
Terri raises the title belt high in the air as her other hand is raised by the ref, with the ref pointing to her as the victor with Gucci rolling out of the ring. Terri spots a certain someone in the crowd and winks at her before soon heading off to the back, with Gucci being helped by a stage hand to the back as well.
Slapp vs. Vixen
Soon after, ICP's Chicken Huntin' kicks in and out stomps Slapp! She makes her way through the aisle, snubbing those fans at each side of the aisle who try to slap hands with her. She slides into the ring and moves to a corner. Slapp bobs her head to the music as Baxter announces her.
Baxter: Standing in the ring, representing one half of The Jugalettes, she is SLAPPPPPP!
With the crowd giving her a mixed reaction, but more boos than cheers, she snubs them when suddenly “The Fox” by The Chainsmokers featuring Calvin Harris hits over the public address sound system as the fans give Vixen a solid ovation when she steps through the curtain, definitely on her side after what she did to DIC last month. Those who know her outside of the ring would recognize her as Grellsy.
DIC: Oh God, really? Why did we sign her? She is a thief and should be in prison right now.
North: You’re kidding? Right? Quite frankly, I found what she did to you to be rather funny.
DIC: You would!
Baxter: And making her way to the ring, hailing from Higgins Beach, Maine — she is — VIXXXEEENNNN!
Before walking down the aisle, she stops at the commentators table and balls her fists pretending to cry, definitely directing that at DIC. She then walks down the aisle while slapping some of the fans’ hands.
DIC: You see that North? That is blatant disrespect by this woman.
North: You mean like how you blatantly disrespect them every single show?
DIC: That’s irrelevant!
North: Of course it is!
Having entered the ring, the public address sound system goes quiet as the referee signals for the bell.
Ding… Ding… Ding…
Stepping forward to the center of the ring, both women look at one another, sizing the other up as a little bit of trash talking begins to happen. Not taking it to kindly, Slapp rears back and slaps the proverbial taste out of Vixen’s mouth which rocks her head back with authority. Looking taken back for a second, a smile crosses her face as she touches her lip and immediately tackles Slapp to the ground throwing some heavy hands of her own which causes Slapp to cover up.
North: What aggression by Vixen, she’s not letting up, that’s for sure.
DIC: I hope Slapp gives her everything she deserves and then some. You know what North? I didn’t get to have my wonderful time after the show after what she did.
North: Aww poor guy!
DIC: YEAH! EXACTLY!
Having pulled her up to her feet, Vixen pushes her into the nearby corner and begins to slap her across the chest, repeatedly, as it echoes throughout the arena and with each time, the fans “WOOOO” in approval. Clutching her chest in a great deal of pain, Vixen hits her with a stiff forearm shot and then quickly pushes her out of the turnbuckle where she stumbles.
DIC: Come on Slapp, teach her a lesson. I’ll buy you some Faygo if you do.
North: Can you even afford it after last month? Haha!
DIC: I… Hate… you…
Having quickly scaled to the top rope, when Slapp turns around, Vixen leaps off of the top rope and wraps her legs around the head of Slapp taking her down with the Foxfire. Hooking the leg in combination with this stunning move, the referee drops down to make the count.
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
DIC: NOOOOO! This is a travesty, one that needs to be corrected.
Baxter: The winner of the match, VIIIIXXXEEEEN!
Rolling off of the lifeless body of Slapp, the referee raises Vixen’s arm into the air as this capacity crowd is on their feet, in support for our newest lady, Vixen.
Marie Porter vs. Alison Crowne
"Love Lockdown" plays and Marie comes to the stage with all kinds of colorful lights flashing on her on the stage. Marie hops around at the top of the stage with her big smile and raises her arms high in the air. Marie gives a nod of her head and dances down the ramp, turning in circles a few times just really enjoying herself and so does the crowd. Marie uses her arms and legs to really get into it before she slides into the ring and gets in the corner throwing her arms up in the air.
Baxter: The following match is scheduled for one fall. In the ring first, from Prospect, California... Marie Porter!
North: Here making her debut is Marie Porter. The Bubbly One as she's known was a mainstay in Missouri for several years and was a frequent contender for the Women's Championship.
DIC: She's one of those goody types, sweet but naive. She'd be even hotter if she had a mean streak.
North: Really? You're just going to talk about her looks and not her ability?
DIC: Oh yeah, she wrestles too, I guess. Loosen up Kev-O, seriously.
“As I Am” by Dream Theater hits the arena as the lights dim. As the song picks up Alison Crowne slowly emerges from the back to a big pop from the crowd. She stands at the curtain for a moment to take in the atmosphere before walking down the aisle to the ring, slapping a few fans' hands on the way as she began to slowly circle around the ring, taking the long way before locking eyes with Fay Qent. Qent and Aurore slowly get up from their seats as the three have a staredown, almost to see who would lose their composure an discipline first but neither side blinks. A few words are exchanged, drowned out by the music before Alison Crowne enters the ring.
Baxter: And her opponent, from Gainesville, Florida... Alison Crowne!
North: Anyway... at ringside we already have Fay Qent and Aurore to scout the competition; their words, not mine. One can only assume though it's to assert their presence after the last show when Fay Qent jumped Alison Crowne after a confrontation later in the night.
DIC: Look, you going to tell her no about fighting on their own time? She's pretty and pretty dangerous to boot. Everyone she's faced she's absolutely demolished and last show she continued that with LONE's resident babysitter to the champion.
North: Not to take anything way from her, but it's pretty easy to get the better of someone if you jump them from behind first. Nobody has eyes in the back of their head and unless you're Peter Parker there's no Spider Sense to give you the early warning either.
DIC: Spiderman? Come on, only a nerd like you would talk about comics when we got hot ladies in the ring with some of the best seats in the house.
DING DING
Porter and Crowne move to the center of the ring and bump fists together as a show of mutual respect before circling each other in the ring looking to get a feel of the other. They get into a collar and elbow tie up as Porter initially seems to have the advantage in leverage but Crowne slips out, wringing her arm. Porter transitions out o that to a headlock takedown, keeping the hold in tight but Crowne quickly slips out and captures her in a wristlock, using her leverage as an advantage but Porter manages to shift her weight and positioning, capturing Crowne in a very unorthodox backslide pin. 1! 2! Kickout! Crowne releases the hold to escape the pin, the crowd clapping for both competitors as they both get back to their feet.
North: Excellent back and forth in the opening moments of this match. Alison Crowne is an accomplished martial artist who is constantly dipping into new styles to evolve a style that's truly unique in the squared circle. But Marie Porter has a very underrated technical and striking game of her own and she nearly stole it in the early going.
DIC: I wouldn't mind getting that kind of view again. I admit she's got a nice booty and at least she doesn't smell like she goes on dumpster dives with her bestie. Bad taste in friends though.
North: You realize we have a job to do, right?
DIC: I was going to ask you the same thing, Jimmy Olsen. I'm doing my job, calling the action. Maybe you could learn to follow my lead.
They circle one another again, Crowne tries to duck in low for a takedown but Porter was quick on her feet as she shot a knee that connected head on, stunning her opponent as she begins to throw a series of sharp kicks at Crowne's midsection an head, alternating and taking advantage of her stunned state. She backs Crowne back into the ropes before irish whipping her to the opposing side, looking to hit her patented standing leg lariat off the rebound but Crowne ducks! Crowne rebounds off the ropes again, looking to use her momentum to hit a roundhouse kick that would be more at home in a martial arts movie than a wrestling ring but this time Porter ducks! The bubbly one thinks she's safe when she turns around only to be hit by a feint kick by Crowne! Crowne quickly shows off her MMA background as she starts firing several elbows to the forehead going from 3 to 9 horizontally as if on a clock before mixing it up with a well placed muay thai styled kick. Porter bounces backwards off the nearby ropes before finally getting downed with a vicious right hook!
North: This is starting to look more like an MMA bout than a wrestling match. Both women are going move for move. Elbow strikes like those can easily cut somebody open, people tend to underestimate just how deadly that part of the body can be when used like a weapon. Crowne definitely got the better of this exchange, while Porter got the edge in grappling. If I was a judge I'd be scoring it even right now.
DIC: She's just looking to pop her bubble right now. You can't call something like this a cat fight, it's more like two lionesses are going at each other's throats. And sometimes you just gotta be a little rough, if anyone can appreciate that it's you're truly, the D-I-C.
North: You keep it up one of these days one of these ladies is going to kick your head into next decade.
DIC: As long as it's not Terri Thompson or that little Street Urchin that stole my wallet I don't even care Kev. Worth it.
Crowne instead of going for the pin backs off as the official checks on Porter before making a judgment call to declare a knock-out or being unable to defend herself. Porter stirs and nods her head to the referee's instructions. Porter pulls herself up and then and only then does Crowne close back in looking to stick to what was working, as she throws a few jabs. Porter does a good job of blocking the blows as she throws a few kicks to her opponent's legs to try to get her to back off. Crowne however noticing Porter's technique switches to a southpaw stance and lands a sneaky body punch in before shooting a left kick to her torso that just grazes her chin ever so slightly to break her focus. Crowne then whips Porter against the ropes looking to catch her for a Release German Suplex but Porter holds on like an acrobat and uses her momentum to launch her across the ring and onto the mat with a modified monkey flip, Porter hoisting herself up on Crowne's shoulders with her hands, and with her legs and knees flipping her opponent down!
North: What athleticism! Normally a monkey flip is executed from the opponent standing in the corner in order to get the best grip to toss the opponent into the air like that. But Marie Porter had so much momentum going towards Alison Crowne with just enough ring awareness she was able to execute it starting at the center of the ring! Already impressive by itself but to do that after a near knock out? That's special.
DIC: It's the flexible ones you gotta worry about the most. She's a freak, in more ways than one.
Crowne was caught by surprise as she shook her head a little trying to regain her awareness as the momentum seemed to rapidly be shifting away from her. Porter was scouting her as Crowne appeared to be slow to get up. Porter stomped her feet on the mat a few times to fire the crowd up more as she ran up against the ropes looking to hit a springboard lariat once Crowne got back to her feet. Off the ropes, Porter launching her body in the air and suddenly her confidence drained out of her face as she realized she just made a critical error; she did meet Crowne after launching herself but she didn't go down.. she ended up catching her instead. Crowne stumbled back a step or two before reasserting her hold, holding Porter's body in her hands, transitioning her position first over her shoulder with her head pointing down. Porter shook her head several times as she tried to escape but it was too late as Crowne came crashing down with the sit-out tombstone piledriver, The Crowning Moment!
North: Critical error! Porter thought she was going in for the kill but instead got caught up in The Crowning Moment! Good luck kicking out of that and good night!
DIC: It's all good and well but she's showcasing what she can do right in front of Fay Qent and Aurore. Maybe she's getting a little too confident out there but come on, you can't give your blueprint to your opponent no matter how... stunning they may look.
Porter was out cold, laying motionless on the mat as Alison Crowne went for the cover, locking eyes with Fay Qent as she was sending a message to her with that piledriver; perhaps a glimpse of what was yet to come her way. The referee counts, 1! 2! 3!
Baxter: Here is your winner... Alison Crowne!
North: Either way a strong message has certainly been sent here tonight. Mark my words this saga between Crowne and Qent is only beginning, and sooner or later this showcase of showmanship is going to collide in the ring.
Tick L. vs. Anne "Flying" Grayson
The arena darkens now as the titantron lights up to display a video package that reads 'Last Month' in the bottom left corner in LONE's purple and pink font.
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.
The video fades out and the lights cut back on to reveal Tick L of the Juggalettes and Anne "Flying" Grayson from the video package squaring off in the ring.
Johnny Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First, from the Big Tent on 9th Street, she is one half of the Juggalettes... TICK L!!!!!.
Tick L. raises her hands in the air as the fans boo.
Johnny Baxter: And her opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, ANNE "FLYING" GRAYSON!
Anne turns around and spreads her hands out as the fans cheer in response. Anne had a level of anticipation building from the fans that knew of her work previously outside of Portland. The bell rings and they go into the center of the ring together, TIck L. decides that instead of grappling with Anne, she wants to talk smack.
TIck L. Come on, Pretty! What you got?! Huh?! What you got Pretty!?
It seems like just an antagonization but Anne wasn’t going to have any of it. This was her debut and she wanted to show LONE and the city of Portland what she was all about. To do that, Anne threw a forearm right into Tick L.’s face knocking her staggering back. Anne threw a few more knocking Tick L. into the ropes. Anne brings her arm back and a nasty loud >SMACK< echos through the crowd with a huge chop right across Tick L’s chest.
DIC: No, not the chesticals! What did they ever do to you, Anne?! Huh?!
North: Well I don’t know if I’d go that far but what I do know is that Anne’s chop could be heard for three city blocks!
TIck L didn’t know what hit her and she stumbled off of the ropes. While she stumbled forward, Anne was picking her moment. She hit the ropes and with Tick L. turned around she was met with a running dropkick that sent Tick L spilling out of the ring to the floor. Standing up, Anne runs back and hits the far ropes for a rebound and then charging back towards the entrance. Anne lives up to the “Flying” in her name with a huge dive over the top rope and crashes across Tick L to the fans delight.
North: A huge Tope Suicida by Anne Grayson, living up to the Flying Grayson name! TIck L is down and had no idea of what to expect and our crowd is going crazy, DIC!
DIC: Probably because there was a nice view for all to see!
North: That was definitely one of the nicest flips I’ve ever seen!
DIC: I wasn’t talking about the flips!
North: Clearly, but this is a family show! Trying to keep keep things on track!
DIC: Eh, who needs that when you’ve got the best seat in the house! Ladies love the D-I-C!
The referee was beginning the ten count outside and counted up to four before Anne rolled Tick L. back into the ring. Anne slid in under the bottom rope to get back in but Tick L grabbed her by the hair and pulled Anne in for a quick pin but only achieving a 2 count! Anne kicked out and was quick to her feet realizing Tick L almost won the match. That wouldn’t look too good for a debut. Tick L was getting back to her feet and kicked Anne in the gut. TIck L hooked her right arm around Anne’s neck going for a DDT but Anne had it well scouted. Anne grabbed Tick L’s left arm and locked it on Tick L’s back. Anne grabbed Tick L’s body and up and over Anne’s head she went. Anne held on and slammed Tick L down with her trademark Hammerlock Northern Lights Suplex and with Anne’s own momentum landing in a bridge she was able to carry her bridge over to being on her feet. TIck L was writhing with pain and holding her lower back while slowly getting to her feet; Anne Grayson throws her arms out to the side as if to indicate she’s calling for the end of the match.
North: I could be misreading the situation here DIC but after that Northern Lights, it looks like Anne is calling to end it with the Flying Grayson - her Tornado DDT!
DIC: I’m not sure about that but I’m just replaying that Northern Lights suplex in my head over and over again! I’m telling you - best seat in the house!
North: How have you managed to keep your head this long?
DIC: I always use protection!
Helping Tick L to her feet, Anne has her right arm around Tick L’s neck and walks her over to the corner. Anne climbs to the middle turnbuckle and stands, keeping TIck L’s head hooked, Anne jumps off while spinning in the air with her Flying Grayson - a Tornado DDT dropping Tick L on her head and leaving her out cold. Anne jumps over for the pinfall cover but Anne quickly notices something is wrong when the referee isn’t making the count. Anne lets go of the pin and outside the ring, right from the crowd was the Portland area’s own Ainslee Avalon who’s seemed to have a bone to pick with Anne, and Ainslee had pulled the referee out of the ring and was arguing with him.
North: What is Ainslee Avalon doing out here?! We saw her show up when Anne was being interviewed at our Halloween special and she seemed to take offense to Anne and we’re not too clear on what her gripe is exactly but it looks like she’s out here to mess with Anne Grayson some more!
DIC: More the merrier! Like I said, man, they can’t get enough DIC!
North: Oh lord. Well folks, we aren’t sure why Ainslee is exactly out here; I mean we have a general idea because it most likely has something to do with what happened last month but what is driving this we have no idea and it looks like here on ThanksBEATING! It’s continuing! Props to our official for trying to maintain some sense of order! Wait, scratch that.. Anne is leaving the ring!
Anne Grayson did leave the ring and she got between the ref and Ainslee trying to figuring out what was going on. Ainslee then quickly ran into the ring and kneed Tick L right in the face when she was starting to stagger back into consciousness and left to the other side of the ring after the deed was done. The official called for the bell, issuing Tick L the victory by disqualification. Anne was not happy about this at all and Ainslee had a look on her face that she was very happy with the outcome, and the official was checking on Tick L.
Baxter: Here is your winner by disqualification.. Tick L.!
The Glorious One w/Mark Robertson vs. Sister Catherine
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.
The lights now cut off, covering the arena in darkness. A few fans bring out their cell phones and turn on the flashlight. The arena is soon bathed in a crimson light.
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 as the camera cuts to the crowd to show a fan holding up a sign that reads Matthew 19:25-26
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 lights descend upon the ring as both square off and quickly lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Sister Catherine gets the initial advantage as she transitions to a headlock, Glorious One quickly slips out and pushes off before capturing her in a wrist lock. Glorious One tries to transition into a hammerlock while using her free arm to wrap around her neck for a combination, but Sister Catherine quickly drops down to sandbag her, swift to maneuver enough to not pop her own shoulder out of place doing so. Glorious One however doesn't follow her and instead releases and throws a vicious soccer style kick to her back, before firing off another and then another. Sister Catherine rolls towards the ropes for a clean break but Glorious One just starts stomping away as Robertson claps with approval at ringside.
North: You can bet that their prior encounter is still very fresh in their minds. Neither one willing to give an inch but out of the gate Glorious One has the upper hand.
DIC: Expect this one to be just as dirty as their last match. When the mud gets slinging the ref starts singing.
North: Singing? What are you on about?
DIC: Singing for mercy, come on. You see how those two pushed him around last time? Do your job turkey boy.
North: Nothing wrong with leftovers.
DIC: Story of your life.
The referee insists on a clean break at finally gets it at the count of 4 as Glorious One backs off. She takes a bow for herself with an arrogant grin as the boos come raining down. Sister Catherine slowly rises up, almost like an awoken corpse as she sneaks up behind Glorious One. As Glorious One turns around Sister Catherine bares her fangs which causes Glorious One to jump back, drawing a few laughs from the crowd. Sister Catherine doesn't give her any time to regain her senses as she starts throwing elbows, hooks, punches and a few kicks to all areas of her body. Sister Catherine is taking the house to her, memories of their recent encounter still fresh in her mind. Backed into the corner Glorious One is then hammered down with knife edge chop after knife edge chop, the crowd wooing in succession as the Glorious One had to be turning a shade of cherry red under her singlet. The official calls for a clean break now and this time it's Sister Catherine who ignores the official.
DIC: You know, I like her little freaky thing she's got going on but I gotta be honest; I don't like her blatant disrespect for Glorious One. She's a veteran that has earned her stripes in this industry way back when Sister Catherine was doing goth poetry night at some little hipster coffee house that went out of business in 2009. Pay your dues and pay your respect.
North: I'd argue she's fighting fire with fire. All Glorious One does is take every shortcut in the book but when she's confronted with fierce resistance and given a taste of her own medicine she doesn't know how to handle it.
1!
WOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOO!
2!
WOOOOOOOOOO!
3!
WOOOOOOOOOO!
4!
WOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOO!
FIV-!
Sister Catherine stops and backs off. Glorious One takes a few staggering steps forward as she's about to faceplant onto the floor but Sister Catherine catches her and hits a devastating Impaler DDT, The Bloodlust connects!
North: Bloodlust! Lights out
DIC: Dammit, no, not again! Dammit!
Sister Catherine goes for the pin. 1! 2! 3! This one is over!
Baxter: Here is your winner... and number one contender...
Robertson makes a bee line for the announcer and gets him off as she shouts that Glorious One's foot was on the bottom rope! The referee waves off the announcement, albeit reluctantly, calling for the match to continue as Sister Catherine mutters something about the official needing to repent under her breath.
North: We nearly had a repeat of their last match but this time the official reversed it and ordered this match to continue.
DIC: Yeah, and I bet that talk with Stevenson about his job security had a lot to do with it! In the end Robertson always gets what he wants, the zebra was 3 seconds away from being blacklisted for life! Now he needs to file a complain about that infernal lighting because it's really messing with the official's ability to call fair match. It's an unfair advantage.
North: You may have a point with the lighting...
DIC: I know I do.
North: But the rest of it is a bunch of garbage. He shouldn't feel obligated to continue the match when as the official he made a judgment call of a pin fall. Human error happens, and last time Robertson did put his client's foot on the rope but this is nothing but coercion. If you're going to do it, do it because you feel like it was the right call.
DIC: Yeah, you say that now but you were salty when the Fail Mary put the Seahawks over the Packers during the referee strike and holdout.
North: Apples to oranges DIC. The man in the ring is fully qualified for the pros, the Fail Mary had referees that couldn't even pass the Lingerie Football League's officiating standards.
DIC: Fine, you get one Kev. Lingerie Football Refs are awful, but my point still stands as a whole.
Sister Catherine goes to scoop up Glorious One, perhaps looking to hit another DDT to remove all doubt but the wily veteran, The Glorious One takes note of her surroundings and shoves Sister Catherine directly into the official, putting the zebra down for a nap!
DIC: Serves him right!
North: That's just spiteful.
DIC: His officiating is spiteful.
Glorious One licks her lips as she sees an opportunity, she leans against the ropes and tells Robertson to hand her a chair. Robertson happily obliges as he forces an unfortunate fan at ringside to give up their seat. He folds the chair and hands it to Glorious One size up Sister Catherine, looking to take her head off. The crowd roars to life though when they see Stitches rushing towards the ring.
North: And here comes Stitches! Stitches has somewhat of an obsession with Sister Catherine but right now she's looking to even the odds a little bit here!
DIC: She has no business being out here!
North: That chair arguably has no business being there, stolen from a fan nonetheless!
DIC: Robertson is bulletproof, he's just borrowing it!
North: Borrowing without asking is stealing in almost every jurisdiction.
Glorious One goes to swing but feels someone grab the chair from behind as Stitches pries it from her grasp! Glorious One looks frightened as she sees the weird woman now armed and dangerous. Stitches winds up the chair in her swing, looking to hit a homerun on the Glorious One.
Glorious One ducks!
Sister Catherine, who was behind her at this point gets nailed square in the face instead!
DIC: JUSTICE!
North: This... this is going to end badly.
Stitches looks on in horror and completely forgets about Glorious One as she rushes to check on Sister Catherine. Glorious One is quick to scoop up the chair and slams it straight into the back of Stitches! Glorious One kicks the intruder out of the ring and then tosses the chair out. Robertson is quick to peddle the damaged goods back to the fan he stole from, ordering them to sit back down in the bent up chair! Glorious One grabs the ref by the back of the shirt and drags him to the center of the ring as she covers the unconscious Sister Catherine. The referee groggily and very slowly counts the pin.
1!
…...2!
….......3!
Baxter: Here is your winner and the Number One Contender... Glorious One!
The lights go out for a moment, before flashing back on as Sister Catherine is nowhere to be found. Next to the unconscious Stitches is a King James version of the Holy Bible laying next to her head before the medical team helps her to the back.
Winner of Previous Match vs "Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson
After the immediate conclusion of the match Glorious One is in the corner trying to catch her breath as Robertson is strategizing with her up on the apron.
"Hello From the Gutter" by Overkill starts up a few moments after the last match ends. Terri steps through the curtain and onto the stage, wearing the same gear as earlier tonight and hoisting the LONE championship high in the air. She races down the aisle, leaning her back against the barricade. The fans pat her and she runs to a one part of ringside to lean against the barricade again.
North: Well, Glorious One just stole one but she's going immediately back into the fire because here comes Gutter Trash Terri Thompson. She's already got one successful defense under her belt tonight against Ms. Gucci, can she go 2-for-2?
DIC: This is outrageous! Come on, what is Jack E. Bux doing? He's making Glorious One compete immediately without a 5 minute rest period? How is this fair? A bit passive aggressive of Bux don't you think?
North: She's lucky to have this match to begin with and it's only with Robertson brown nosing his old friend that she's even getting it tonight or at all!
DIC: She earned the right! It's ridiculous that she basically has to earn it twice and then be in an exhausted condition after. She's not 100%, this isn't fair!
The referee attempts to start the match but Robertson intervenes by stepping into the ring arguing with the ref, pleading that his client isn't ready to start the match. They both go back and forth with Robertson arguing there should be a 3-5 minute rest period to ensure as fair a match as possible, the official argues, perhaps rightfully if not unfairly that the match is mandated to start immediately. Terri Thompson isn't willing to wait however as she marches towards her opponent who is looking to get out of town ASAP as she walks with a bit of notable exhaustion in her step. Glorious One meets her, eager to make the most of this golden opportunity as they begin trading slugs in the middle of the ring. Robertson steadily grows concerned as it appears his stall tactic was backfiring in his face but he nonetheless places faith in his client and continues to please his case as Terri Thompson steadily begins to eclipse the challenger having the advantage of being fresher. Just when it looked like there could be an early blowout Glorious One reaches deep into her bag of tricks...
CLAP!
The Champion is suddenly disoriented as Glorious One connects with a pair of open palm strikes to the ears of Terri Thompson! The Champion staggers as she does it again...
CLAP!
North: That's the Ear Smack frequently preached by Bruce Lee as a self-defense technique. Usually this kind of move is outlawed in competition by some athletic commissions due to the serious damage it can do to a person's equilibrium and sense of balance. Not to mention it's painful. I'm no expert but I'd be concerned about hearing loss too. Ultimately it's a grey area in professional wrestling as far as legality goes.
DIC: It's brilliant is what it is. Glorious One is looking to take out that week-old tuna sandwich and do us all a favor and if she has to sacrifice herself so that we may be trash free? I'll take it and remember her heroic act of bravery.
Robertson grins like a Cheshire cat as his client managed to turn a bad situation into a positive. Just for Good measure Glorious One jabs a thumb into Terri's eye, causing her already shaky balance to send her stumbling to the mat. Glorious One then walks back to her corner, feigning ignorance as the official then goes to check on Terri.
Robertson: If she can't compete she forfeits the match and the title! You said the match has to start immediately! Those were your instructions! Do your job!
Something unexpected happened from the thumb to the eye, it appears as if Glorious One's nail grazed her right above the eye and slice it right open. Blood begins to run down the side of her face as the referee appears to be ready to throw this match out on a forfeit. This generates an immense amount of heat from the crowd, near nuclear as the fans are just letting Robertson's corner have it in the forms of verbal abuse. Robertson merely taps the side of his head several times with a smug grin as Glorious One rests against the ropes in her corner awaiting a coronation.
DIC: And this is why Mark Robertson is the absolute best manager in this business! He bought his client the time she needed to turn a severe disadvantage into one of supreme advantage and an area of strength. Fact, every single wrestler he's managed has gone on to win championships during his tenure. He's got a spotless record. How this man isn't in more of hall of fames is ridiculous. This man has a beautiful and brilliant mind that comes along once every several generations! He's my George Washington on the Mount Rushmore of Professional Wrestling; period.
North: Get. A. Room. My thoughts on his tactics aside the record would point to him having a litany of accomplishments and accolades as a manager. But enough is enough. Shut up.
Baxter and the official have a conversation as Baxter then requests the championship from ringside. A medical team comes running out from the back as the crowd continues to turn up the heat with boos before Baxter begins to make his announcement.
North: It looks like this one is over before it began, what a grave injustice.
Baxter: I have been informed that as a result of a prior injury suffered earlier in the night...
North: BULLSHIT! This is bullshit! How can you expect someone to defend their champioship when you jump them right before the match with the official's back turned? I know he's only looking out for her well being, that's fine. That's commendable. But don't reward this behavior with the championship. Jack E. Bux or somebody has to step in and stop this. Do your job Stevenson, do your job or expect a lawsuit. Investor my ass!
Baxter: That Terri Thompson has been ruled by referee's decision to be in no physical condition to compete! Therefore the winner of this match... and the NEW Ladies of New England Champion... by way of forfei-
The crowd suddenly grows silent as Terri Thompson shoved the medical team away and stumbled forward. Baxter hesitates and doesn't resist as Terri grabbed his hand and moved the mic.
Terri Thompson: Nu-uh. I sacrificed too much for it to end like this. I'm a fighting champion...
The official and Terri have a brief conversation just low enough to not register on the sound system. The referee seems a be a bit agitated and concerned at the same time but The Champion, as she still currently was, wasn't going to have any of it as she acted without hesitating.
Terri Thompson: Ring the damn bell.
Perhaps trying to impede or delay any further action she quickly tossed microphone outside of the ring. Essentially forcing his hand the timekeeper rings the bell for the official start of the match.
DIC: Competing in that kind of state...
DIC seems to trail off uncharacteristically as he sees the champion looks like an uncoordinated bloody mess but still willing to fight regardless.
DIC: That takes some real guts I have to admit. I don't know how someone can prepare for something like this. You don't expect to get gashed open before the bell off of something like that; it doesn't happen. And she still wants to fight; wow. Unbelievable.
Just when it looked like DIC might finally turn over a new leaf and finally give Terri the respect she was due he opened his mouth again.
DIC: But guts don't retain championships and it sure as hell doesn't lead a long career! Just go home and quit before you become a welfare bum like the rest if your backwater family! Once trash, always trash! A little bit of blood ain't going to cover up that ugly truth!
North: Have some compassion. A little closer and she could've legitimately had her eye gouged out!
DIC: Sucks to suck, Kevy boy. DIC ain't into hobo pirates.
The Champion and Glorious One engage in the collar and elbow tie up, notably the blood flow hadn't completely stopped yet from just above her eye. Glorious One appears to have the leverage over her as Terri still appears to be slightly disoriented and she twists her arm into a hammerlock behind her back. Perhaps bathing a little in overconfidence Glorious One with her free hand taunts her opponent by slapping Terri's ear several times, implying that she could ring her bell at any time but all this does is fire the Champion up. Terri slips out of the hold and unleashes a flurry of punches, knife edge chops and even several headbutts for good measure as the color begins to rush out of Robertson's face. Glorious One quickly loses her swagger and ducks under the bottom rope to call for a clean break but Terri Thompson uncharacteristically ignores the official's orders but for a very good reason in this case; nearly being screwed out of her title without a match seemed to have galvanized her resolve and push forward. The official nearly calls for a disqualification but hesitates to say 5, as he tries one last attempt to talk her out of the corner barrage and exercising his discretion as an official. Terri finally backs off as the crowd is definitely fired up now with their Champion as Robertson and Glorious One exchanged worried glances that thus far hadn't been seen, like their plan was going completely off the rails into uncharted territory.
DIC: There goes Trashy Terri trying to take the easy way out. After Glorious One busted her ass and jump through hoops that honestly, she didn't have to, to earn a shot again she already had she now has to deal with a rule breaking punk that wants to use the old champion's advantage to retain via DQ. This is your hero, Kev? Is this the hero of Portland, the local kid that achieved the girlhood dream? What a fraud.
North: This isn't just about the championship anymore DIC, it's about respect. Championships come and go but at the end the day you'll always have your reputation, for better or worse. A good reputation is hard to earn and even harder to keep and the same can be said for respect. Right now neither woman has an ounce of respect for the other and that's a problem in their minds; they want to beat it into the other in any way possible. A lot of people would've reacted the same way to a cheap shot like that; trying to blind her and remove her sight! Don't you try this holier than thou routine with me you rich punk. A may be a 'pencil pusher' but we're not at the Cornelius estate, and there's a lot of pissed off ladies in the back that would kill to get a piece of you.
DIC: You better watch your tone, Kevin.
Glorious One sees Terri coming after her again and she quickly dips out of the ring, causing Terri to follow in hot pursuit. They race around the ring as the official is very lenient with his authority to count, choosing to let this play out within reason. Out of desperation Glorious One ducks behind Robertson, using him as a shield as Terri Thompson has to hold herself back.
Robertson: DO IT, KID! COME ON, HIT ME! HIT ME AND I'LL USE YOUR CONTRACT AS A COASTER! DO IT!
DIC: DO IT! I agree! Test that no contact clause and see what happens. Do it and lose your job Gutter Trash, maybe Kev here can join you in line! Just one finger would be enough to do it.
North: What a coward's shield. Normally I'm in agreement that talent shouldn't lay their hands on non-wrestlers but that shouldn't be a shield when you provoke someone.
Terri struggles as she balls up her fist, bringing it up like she wants to swing; but she can't. Robertson would win and get exactly what he wants, and that's the title off her and around his client's waist. Reluctantly she lowers her fist as Glorious One slowly backs off and slinks her way back into the ring.
Robertson: Smart.
Wendy is so annoyed by such a sly, cheating move, that she runs up behind Robertson and kicks him in the back of the leg. Looks like Sloan will have to escort her from the premises.
Yup that is one of the golden rules of the show, the audience has to stay on it's side of the baracade and isn't allowed to attack the perform hers. Sloan walks over to Wendy and clears his throat, "Ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to leave." His voice makes it clear it is not a question, "I understand you got upset and please don't make this unpleasant." His voice sounds genuine after he can understand more than most how anger can get the best of someone but he still has a job to do.
Terri looks on, surprised at first to see Robertson's leg seem to give out, but then she looks at the reason why and Terri the performer, for even a second, turns to Jill the person and she looks absolutely gutted that this happened, by Wendy no less. That small break of character is gone as Glorious One, who had no idea what was going on, was continuing her move and baseball slides to the outside of the ring, taking advantage of Robertson's in character distraction as Terri goes colliding straight into the steel crowd barricade. The LONE cameras for those watching on iPPV tried to immediately cut away from the outside interference on Robertson and focus on Terri flying into the barricade. The commentators continue as if nothing really happened.
DIC: Glorious One is safe! Gutter Trash, out!
North: I honestly don't know how Terri Thompson can keep getting up at this point. She's lost an alarming amount of blood already. The longer this goes the worse it'll get.
Alison watches from behind the curtain and winces a bit at Wendy attacking Robertson like that. The match was going really good despite Terri getting legit busted open the hard way, it may very well have added more realism to the match. But Wendy doing that was a big no no and a cardinal sin. Potentially big legal trouble and a lot of it would depend on Robertson's mood after the match. He's known as a well-respected professional but there are certain lines the talent generally don't allow to be crossed.
For his part Sloan is not a monster, well most of the time, he is nice enough to position himself to where she can still see the ring as she walks to the exit of the areena and in fact as long as she does not completely stop he even lets her walk really slow to not miss much.
Glorious One is quick to scoop her opponent up off the floor by her hair and slides her back into the ring, her blood steadily coating the canvas as the cut is beginning to swell now. Having no sense of honor or concern for her opponent she begins to use the edge of her boot to target the cut, attacking it repeatedly like a shark to the point that the referee steps between them as they have a brief verbal exchange. The official kneels, trying to avoid getting blood on his uniform which at this spot of the ring was nearly impossible as he tried to assess her capacity to defend herself and whether he should call the match anyway on medical grounds. Terri pulls herself up by the ropes as some of her hair had turned purple as the dye and color blended together like one would expect from a Ric Flair blade job. She shook her head at the thought of forfeiting now and with her one eye that still had full range of site locked onto Glorious One as she strutted over with a desperate superkick! Down goes Glorious One in her own vanity, down goes Terri Thompson with a warrior's spirit! Both women are down, and neither one are moving very much.
North: SUPERKICK! Terri Thompson has made that a staple of her offense over the last few months but it took everything she had left to connect. Glorious One is on dream street after that.
DIC: Well Gutterball isn't any better off herself.
North: Well in the event of a double knockout Terri Thompson will remain your LONE Champion. The title cannot change hands as a result of a countout, disqualification, or a draw such as in the event neither woman can answer a referee's 10 count. If Terri Thompson is going down she's determined to take Glorious One down with her!
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
No movement. Glorious One is out cold and Terri Thompson may or may not be out as well but both women were spent at this point wrestling their second match of the night.
North: The official might as well skip the rest and just call this one; for the sake of both their health. This is just too grueling.
6!
7!
8!
North: I don't see this changing, no movement at all. The knockout is just academic at this point.
DIC: I hate to agree with you but I think you're right. Don't get used to it.
9!
TE-
Terri Thompson seems to be aware enough of the count and seeing her proximity to Glorious One manages to peel her body off the mat long enough to lunge forward and drape an arm on her opponent to break the 10 count! The referee is in utter shock and hesitates for half a second before dropping down to now count the pin.
1!
2!
THRE/KICKOUT! Glorious One somehow managed to throw her shoulder off the mat out of pure instinct as Mark Robertson aged about 15 years before exhaling a sigh of relief.
The crowd is in disbelief, Terri Thompson is in disbelief! With a crimson mask on her face she sits up holding up three fingers looking for her belt and the bell to ring but is only met with two fingers from the ref! She put everything into that superkick and if it wasn't for her pride she would've retained via a double knockout, but she wanted closure; she wanted zero excuses. She didn't want to be the kind of champion that got away on technicalities. With her thumb she runs a quick slash over her throat as she's indicating she's going for the kill which causes the crowd to roar in a rowdy anticipation as Robertson is now visibly sweating. Terri gets to her feet and grabs Glorious One by her hair, as she looks up, practically begging to not get hit anymore, pleading on her knees as she's being forced up. She looks over at Robertson and catching onto her nonverbal cue Robertson hops up on the apron and tries to enter the ring, as the ref is quick to block his entry. The Champion however is undeterred as she scoops her up after pointing to the back, looking to pay tribute to her friend as she looks to scoop her opponent up for a sit-down tombstone piledriver but Glorious One had one final trick up her sleeve and out of desperation hooks her index and middle fingers right up Terri's nostrils for the fishhook! Terri immediately loses her grip, Glorious One with the hook manages to land right behind her as the Champion was forced leaning backward into her. With supreme leverage Glorious One swiftly removed her fingers and hit the Spotlight backbreaker and hooked both legs for the cover quickly to conceal her misdeed. Robertson shouts at the ref to turn around and count and he does so.
1!
North: Dammit, NO!
2!
North: NOT THIS WAY, DAMMIT! NOT THIS WAY!
3!
Baxter: Here is your winner and the NEW LADIES OF NEW ENGLAND CHAMPION... THE GLORIOUS ONE!
The fans boo heavily. The Glorious One cut corners yet again, and this time has come away with the LONE Championship! Taking the belt away from their fighting champion, who already defended the title once tonight and bled for their entertainment.
DIC: YES! THIS IS VINDICATION! IT'S TIME TO EAT YOUR CROW WITH A SLICE OF HUMBLE PIE, BAYBAY! THE GLORIOUS ONE HAS MADE HER DREAM COME TRUE, SHE'S ON TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN AGAIN! FOR MY STUNNED COLLEAGUE AND THE SHOCKED MOUTHBREATHERS IN ATTENDENCE, THIS IS YA BOI DIC REMINDING YOU THAT THIS HAS BEEN A MARK ROBERTSON MASTERPIECE, A GLORIOUS PRODUCTION! GOOD NIGHT AND SUCK IT!
DIC flips his headset off in celebration as he jogs down the aisle clapping as Robertson snatches the championship from ringside and places it around Glorious One's waist.
DIC enters the ring and shakes Robertson and Glorious One's hands as Robertson and DIC raise her arms high in the air over the now ex-champion. DIC reaches into his jacket and pulls out a miniature 'Participation Trophy' and places it next to Terri Thompson. The live feed slowly fades out as trash is being tossed into the ring by the audience.
