2017.12.29: PWN - LONE - LONE 7

Intro

ONE seat... is left empty in the front row for some reason. Security is to make sure no one tries a fast move and take it. That seat.... is the one that Wendy usually takes. A few of the ladies are mingling in the backstage area, going over what their plans are for the show tonight. The fans in the arena and those watching at home on internet Pay Per View aren't greeted to a normal intro. Instead, it goes right into the titantron lighting up and the arena darkening. We open to the backstage area, with Gutter Trash Terri Thompson standing in front of the camera. She just got done with her match against The Glorious One, where she sadly lost her title, which is evident not only by the text in the lower left corner saying 'recorded after LONE 6', not only by the fact that she's still in the same ring gear, but by the fact that her left eye is still cut. Her face is stained with blood, as well as her hair which left streaks of purple.

Terri is nursing the back of her neck with her right hand, still feeling the punishment from BOTH matches she went through tonight. She groans in pain, eyes on the floor for a moment before snapping back to the camera.

Terri Thompson: I lost tonight. I lost tonight and you know what? There's nothing I can do about it... at least not now. And I've got no excuses.

Terri Thompson manages a smile, letting out a faint laugh.

Terri: Heh... You know my Father used to say, excuses are for people who don't want to put the blame on themselves. Excuses are for people who just don't want to admit that they couldn't get the job done. And you know what? I admit it. I couldn't get the job done. The Glorious One took advantage. Do you know why? Because I let her. I wasn't careful and now the title that I EARNED! That I CLAWED FOR! Is in the hands of The Glorious One. A Woman who claims she is world class, but throws her weight around and cuts corners and kisses up to the brass to get a title shot. A woman who takes advantages. I lost the title to a woman who takes advantages because I was stupid enough to let her. If I have an excuse, that's my only one. I was stupid enough to let her and I should've known better, and now I've dropped the ball but you know what?

Terri winces some more, leaning forward for a moment, gripping the back of her neck tighter.

Terri: Ahh! You know what? It's fine because I'm going to get it back. Getting what I want only to have it taken away from me is something I've been used to my entire life. You know what else I've been used to?

She raises her brow as she eyes the camera, as if waiting for an answer for a moment.

Terri: Everywhere I go, when I talk to people... meet 'em for the first time they ask me what I do... and I tell them, PROUDLY, that I'm a professional wrestler and you know what they do? They take one good, long look at me and they say... Really?! You don't LOOK like a professional wrestler!

Terri smirks, laughing a bit.

Terri: Heh... Well, do I look like one now?

She leans in close to the camera, letting viewers get a good look at her left eye, showing the cut below her brow that The Glorious One accidentally did when she thumbed Terri in the eye.

Terri: HUH?! DO I?!

She takes a step backwards.

Terri: Day in and day out I've been continuing to PROVE I am a wrestler! To PROVE I belong here! And to PROVE that I am a fighting champion! So I'm not going to let one bump in the road slow me down oh no no no! I'm going to get back on this horse, trample over The Glorious One and ride off into the sunset with the LONE Championship! The Glorious One, I can't say you've won by some simple trick that I dropped the ball in reading. No! You had a hell of a match with Sister Catherine! Just like I had a hell of a match with Ms. Gucci! We were both spent! We both took a lot out of each other but you took more when you took my title!

She narrows her eyes, a little more blood dribbling from her left eye as she gasps and pants. She's exhausted from wrestling two matches, two main event caliber matches and one was actually the main event!

Terri: And I won't rest until I get it back! I'm gonna PROVE to anyone whose ever doubted me and my ability as a wrestler that I am DOWN... but not out... WOUNDED... but not dead... when I take back what's mine and if anybody like The Glorious One, Ms. Gucci, Sister Catherine, ALL of them want to think differently? Then I'll just have to plant your mind in the GUTTER!

The camera fades as Terri starts to walk off, nursing her neck still and cursing at the pain. "Gah! Damnit!"

The 'recorded after LONE 6' text doesn't fade, however, as we transition to another backstage scene with The Juggalettes! Tick L. is holding her ribs and looks like she just came back from her match. Slapp approaches her.

Slapp: Holy shit!

Tick L.: What...?

Slapp: Don't you realize what just happened?!

Tick L. looks at Slapp as if she's confused by that question

Tick L.: ... I got my ass kicked?

Slapp: No! Well, yeah, but no! You WON!

Tick L.: Well, I don't feel like a winner...

Slapp: Since when is that different from any other night? Look, I've been thinking.

Tick L.: That must've hurt!

Slapp: Shut up! Anyway. You won. You're getting the winner's purse. I'm thinking why bother tag, when we can just do singles matches, and one of us run out and attack the other and we'll be awarded the win!

Tick L.: So you wanna fight each other?

Slapp: No stupid! Just a little punch! You can take one can't you? All we need to do is attack each other ONCE and we'll be winners!

Tick L.'s eyes widen as if she just realized what Slapp is saying with all of this.

Tick L.: Fuckin' A I'm down! Let's do this!

Slapp puts her arm around Tick L. who winces as the two walk off.

The promo reel continues, as "Pretty" Fay Qent can be seen in front of a purple and pink colored background, standing with her arms folded over her chest. Aurore comes into the frame now, resting a hand on Qent's right shoulder before stepping behind her and running her hand over Qent's back to her opposite shoulder. She leans her head against her hand as it holds Qent's shoulder.

Aurore: Feast your eyes.

Aurore steps forward, slowly drawing her hand away from Qent.

Aurore: Feast your eyes on your demise, Alison Crowne! When you answered our challenge, you have no idea the world of pain that you have opened up. When my client finally gets her hands on you, it's going to be victory for the pretty...

She then points downward.

Aurore: And down with the Crowne!

The two laugh as we fade out to one last promo. The promo reel comes to an end with one final promo, a teaser.

A forest with a few inches of snow covering the ground is shown. All that can be heard for the moment are the sounds of nature as the camera stays fixed on the forest. It appears as if nothing is there but snow, tree leaves and sticks. A pair of blue eyes can be seen as the camera focuses in. Out from the snow pops the business end of a sniper rifle, followed by the scope. Whoever is underneath the snow, is using it for a moment to hide their breath. A feminine voice is then heard, as their mouth pops out from the snow. "The Perfect Shot is coming!"

The camera now focuses on a paper target dangling from a tree. A loud BANG of a gunshot is heard as the bullet rips through the bullseye of the paper target. Music starts to play, the sound of Hard Rock Hallelujah covered by a feminine voice with a finnish accent singing the vocals. The camera fades to font colored in the LONE Pink/Purple to read

THE PERFECT SHOT PENELOPE SILVEN DEBUTS

LONE 8

As the camera pans around the crowd, we see fans holding up signs of their favorite wrestlers. Immediately opening up the show, the public address sound system comes to life playing “The Man” by Aloe Blacc as Drew Stevenson comes barging out from behind the gorilla curtain, dressed in a very expensive Armani suit and the look on his face is one of anger. Walking down the ramp and quickly up the steps, climbing into the ring, he requests a microphone and is given one immediately as he brings it up to his lips.

Stevenson: Cut the music!

The music fades immediately.

Stevenson: I’m going to make this short and sweet, Terri Thompson — GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!

Lowering the microphone, he stands with his full attention aimed at the entrance; waiting the arrival of the former LONE Champion, Terri Thompson.

"Hello from the Gutter" by Overkill kicks in on the PA as Terri Thompson steps through the curtain wearing her usual ring gear but with a white tanktop that has an image of a trashcan on it with a pair of eyes peeking out from the lid and it reads TRASH under it in black font. She has a microphone in hand. Her music cuts out before she speaks.

Thompson: What do you want, Stevenson? I hear you've been wanting to talk to me all month! You not happy with all of the crap, all the LIES you put me through?!

Stevenson: LIES?! Really? You want to come to me about lies? You want to come at ME after what happened last month?

Narrowing his dark brown eyes and staring directly into hers, he takes a step forward.

Stevenson: See Terri, what you don’t realize is that you’re not in a predicament right now to come at me with ANYTHING, you understand? After what happened last month? You have proven to me that you are a HUGE liability to this company so let me ask you again; is this a war that you really want to start right now?

Pausing, he waits to hear her response as this capacity crowd is dead silent, just waiting to see what transpires next.

Thompson: Predicament? Liability?! What are you even TALKING about?!

She starts to take steps forward as she speaks, walking to the ring and heading up the steps to step through the ropes and stand in front of him.

Thompson: What 'predicament' did I put you in? The fact that you've got Jack E. Bux by the balls and gave Mark Robertson whatever he wanted? Sure, Glorious One had to face two opponents that night and sure, she earned that belt because I dropped the ball but you know what? You acted like you were all smiles to my face knowing full well you were putting plans in motion to make sure I lost the belt! So that's what I mean by LIES!

Stevenson: You know what surprises me the most about you Terri? The fact that you are so full of excuses right now because that’s not the Terri that these people love so dearly, now is it?

Motioning with his left hand out towards the crowd, they boo Stevenson loudly as he simply ignores it and continues to speak.

Stevenson: No, see, I thought you were supposed to be a FIGHTING champion, somebody who accepted any and all challengers yet — you’re blaming ME for your failure?

Shaking his head in disappointment, he shrugs his shoulders and once again continues.

Stevenson: In case you didn’t realize Terri, I wasn’t even out there for that match, I was in the back. However, as far as Bux goes? Don’t be accepting money when you know that you can’t pay your bills.

Terri looks to be very frustrated by his words.

Thompson: Full of excuses?! Maybe you're hard of hearing or you didn't see my promo from earlier but the only excuse I have, if any, was that I got careless! I've been fighting ever since I got that title to defend it and I blame no one but myself for losing it! What I blame YOU for is your LIES! But I suppose I should blame myself for that too, as you've always made it known you were a liar. So what are you gonna do? You gonna have the whole roster come at me in a match because right now, I'll take them all on if I have to!

Stevenson: Oh little Terri, those who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.

Taking a moment to pause, he reaches up with his left hand and scratches his upper lip before bringing the microphone back up in order to speak.

Stevenson: You see Terri, you can call me a liar all you want but when push comes to shove? Even you admitted that Glorious One EARNED her shot so answer me this; how did I lie?

Shaking his head and waving his left arm, he immediately continues.

Stevenson: No, you know what? It doesn’t matter, I don’t have to dignify your remarks with a response. Let’s get down to brass tax, what really matters, shall we?

Pausing again, another smile crosses his face.

Stevenson: Last month... A real tragedy happened right here in this very arena and you know DAMN well what I’m referring to Terri, don’t you? Yeah, of course you do but just in case you somehow forgot, let me clear it up for you.

Walking to the side of the ring, he extends his index finger and points down to the front row seats where one seat in particular is empty.

Stevenson: Do you recognize that seat Terri? Of course you do, that seat used to be the very seat where your girlfriend Wendy attended EVERY SINGLE LONE event. However, after what happened last month? You can bet your sweet little ass that Wendy will NEVER attend another LONE event. So you see Terri, THAT’S what I was referring to when I said that you are a HUGE liability because we can’t have jealous girlfriends brutally assaulting legendary figures of our business simply because she didn’t like the fact that her girlfriend simply wasn’t good enough on that night to defend the richest prize in our business today.

He pauses briefly.

Stevenson: So I ask you again Terri, is this really a war that you want to start?

Giving her a questioning look, he extends both of his arms outwards while awaiting her next response.

Terri follows his finger, looking over at the seat and frowning. She shakes her head, almost sounding like she isn't Terri right now, but...

Terri: Hey, man, I didn't tell her to do that... I'm sorry that this happened, and I told Robertson I'm sorry about it...

Stevenson: Whether you told her to do it or not isn’t the issue, the issue is that it happened and another issue is that you have become a liability to LONE.

Right after saying that, the arena deafens in boos as they don’t agree with Stevenson at all.

Stevenson: What you don’t understand is that you have put all of us in a bad spot. See, while you may or may not have had anything to do with it, the fact of the matter is, your significant other did it and that puts YOU at fault.

Pointing down at Terri, he continues to ream her verbally.

Stevenson: So answer me this Terri, what kind of measures am I supposed to take with you right now? There’s suspension without pay...

The crowd boos again.

Stevenson: ... There’s flat out firing you...

The crowd boos even louder, some of them even throwing trash into the ring.

Stevenson: ... So I ask you, what kind of measures do you think that I should take against you Miss. Thompson?

Thompson: You know something?

She puts the microphone up with the bottom pointing out at her side. She steps right in Stevenson's face

Thompson: No matter what I tell you, you're gonna believe what you want to believe. So if you're going to punish me.... Punish me how you see fit. You do what you have to do, Stevenson!

With the crowd cheering Terri on, this puts a smile on the face of Stevenson as he immediately responds.

Stevenson: Oh aren’t you a brave one? You know Terri, I could suspend you without pay and I could even fire you and make sure that you never work in this industry again. You see, I have the power to do all of those things, to make sure that you are down on your knees, taking Robertson’s orders whenever he wants anything at all but you know what? That’s too good for you, so what I am going to do is something that I know will make you hurt even more.

Taking another moment to pause, he gets right back in Terri’s face.

Stevenson: From this point on? You are having your status revoked from this company. You will start at the very bottom of the barrel, you will be nothing more than a rookie who has to EARN her place back in MY company...

Right after saying that, more trash is thrown into the ring as these fans are livid.

Stevenson: You will open up every card, you will say yes sir, how high whenever I tell you to jump and just so you know what kind of punishment this is: from this point forward? You will have no theme music either because that belongs to the women who don’t brutally assault the legends of our business.

Nothing but a large smile seen expressed on his face.

Stevenson: Oh and I hope you’re ready for your match because it’s...

Lowering his head to look at his platinum Rolex, he quickly brings his head back up.

Stevenson: ... NOW!

Terri listens to his announcement and shakes her head.

Thompson: FINE! Strip me of my status! I've said before I'm used to having things I've EARNED taken away from me in life! You want to put me in a match, strip my status, strip my music? Strip me of WHO I AM?!... YES SIR! Give me all you've got!

"Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson vs. Hookah Jones

".... TITTIIIIIES!" Krizz Kaliko's Titties (Ft. Tech N9ne) cuts on over the PA. Hookah Jones parts the curtain with both hands and springs forward. Hooka skips down the aisle and pauses, shaking her titties towards a man and grabbing the back of his head, forcing it into her chest and she jiggles them. Hookah slides into the ring and get up on one of the middle turnbuckles, throwing her hands up and then pushing her chest out, jiggling her titties towards the fans. She then hops off and runs to the opposite corner to do the same thing.

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First! From Los Angeles, California, HOOKKAAAAAAAH JOOOOOOONES!

Hookah throws her hands up, to a cheer from the fans.

Baxter: And her opponent! From Portland, Maine, GUTTER TRASH TERRIIIII THOOOOMPSOOOOOON!

Terri throws her hands up, to a louder cheer!

DING DING

The commentary feed now finally cuts in after the promo reel and opening segment. Kevin North and Dexter Irving Cornelius (Aka DIC) can now be heard.

North: Hello fans and welcome to the 7th edition of LONE. Holiday Hell! We've had quite the opening to our show tonight and wow, let's get to the action! Well Hookah Jones is looking to score an upset over the demoted Terri Thompson. Is it hookah as in the tobacco pipe or hooker?

DIC: You take a good look at her and you tell me what you think? That said, hooker or not she still has more class than Gutter Trash. She smells even worse tonight after losing everything, being depressed and being a loser is a losing combination.

Jones and Thompson quickly go at one another with Jones eager to impress early on as she captures the former champion in a side headlock off the collar and elbow transition. Thompson however is fired up after being demoted and shoves Jones off before connecting with a discuss elbow to the jaw. Thompson starts firing off what seemed like a lightning barrage of left and right punches staggering Jones into the ropes. The official gets ready to call for a clean break but before he can Jones gets whipped off the ropes towards the turnbuckle which Thompson follows up with a Stinger Splash that'd make a veteran proud.

North: Terri Thompson is fired up tonight! If Drew is trying to break her spirit it's backfiring in a big way right now.

DIC: It's just fumes... a ton of fumes. You know I wouldn't be surprised if Jones is struggling to breathe out there sharing the same ring as her. Another minute of this and I'm going to have to break out the gas mask so I can breathe.

North: Come on, stop exaggerating and taking her nickname seriously.

DIC: Take an allergy pill and unclog your nose and you'll see what I mean.

Jones stumbles out of the corner taking two wild swings that aren't even close to connecting before flopping face first onto the mat. Terri Thompson slaps the top turnbuckle pad several times as she ascends to the top looking for a guillotine legdrop but Jones wisely rolls out of the ring as the crowd voices their displeasure. Thompson hops off the turnbuckle back into the ring as Jones looks to catch her breath, but just when she thought everything was safe turning her head back to there ring the former champ is already rebounding off the rope, taking flight...

Trash in the Wind!

North: There it is, Trash in the Wind! That's Terri's signature suicide dive to the outside.

DIC: That was definitely trash flying alright, I'll give her that.

The referee doesn't even bother to start counting, seeing where this match appears to be going and instead just motions for them to bring it back to the ring. Terri Thompson begins to mingle with the crowd slapping a few fans hands triumphantly but suddenly stop as her eyes lock on to the empty seat in front of her, Wendy's seat. The hesitation was all Jones needed as she started to club her in the back with several elbow shots and one to the back of the head for good measure before tossing her back into the ring.

North: Jones for the moment has taken over this match, all it took was a moment of hesitation to shift the tide of this match.

DIC: It's her fault she isn't in that seat right now! The smell of week old tuna sandwiches must smell like heaven to all these hicks and hobos. Only way I can explain why she has so many groupies willing to do her dirty work.

North: Look, I'm not going to excuse her actions but could you at least show a little bit of sympathy? She was worried about someone she loved get seriously hurt and screwed. That doesn't justify her putting her hands on Robertson, absolutely not. I know why Stevenson wouldn't want her at the events but don't you think he took it a little too far?

DIC: If you ask me she got off easy. That said she's still going to pay for it every single time she steps inside the ring for the rest of her career. It's a gift that keeps on giving, Merry Christmas!

North: Christmas was a few days ago.

DIC: Fine, HAPPY NEW YEAR ya shmuck.

Jones sizes up her opponent, looking to score a shocking upset as she scoops Thompson off the ground, lifting her up for a brainbuster. However she hesitates for just a second, perhaps out of excitement, and this allows Thompson to wiggle free and land behind her. Jones then quickly gets spun around, lifted, and dropped in the blink of an eye for the blue thunder bomb!

North: Down the Drain! That didn't last long!

DIC: She's still losing the war, Kev. Sooner or later she'll break and when she does you better believe I'll be sipping back on the bubbly.

Thompson appears to be done playing around as she stalked her opponent looking to get up, Jones struggles to make it to her feet but finally does with the aid of the ropes. Jones wearily turns around only to suffer the fate of Thompson's signature bulldog, Mind in the Gutter! Terri Thompson quickly hooks both legs as the crowd counts along with the ref. 1, 2, 3!

Baxter: Here is your winner... Terri Thompson!

North: Well if she's starting over again consider her 1-0. Sooner or later the cream will rise back to the top. If you ask me this is far from over.

DIC: It is and I'm going to enjoy watching this fish swim upstream until she collapses.

Backstage: Kix/Reeves

The arena darkens, as the titantron above the entrance way lights up and we're taken backstage to our backstage correspondent Linda Edwards who is in the middle of the frame.

Linda Edwards: Ladies and gentlemen I'm joined here at this time by Ami Reeves.

The crowd cheers for Ami, the mixed martial artist with an affinity for Nintendo games, as Ami steps in and the camera pans out some to center them both in the frame.

Linda Edwards: Now Ami, tonight you're going to be across the ring from Fay Qent who thus far has been undefeated and rolled through every challenger placed in front of her. What has to be going through your mind as we're moments away from the match?

Reeves: Well, she's been nothing short of impressive. The stats speak for themselves. But every villain has to come face to face with a hero. Everything I've done in life has led up to this point whether it was putting in hours at the gym or relaxing with Link in the Temples of Hyrule. I've got the heart and mind of a champion with the triforce on my side and I'm going to take it!

"Bien bien. Tu as définitivement le bon esprit pour ce soir, non?

That soft but firm French melody could only belong to one person as the camera pans to Hannah Kix walking into view.

Kix: I just hope you're not biting off more than you can chew. Qent is the last person you should be taking lightly.

Kix: Mais bien sûr, c'est ce que vous semblez toujours faire. Tout est amusant et tout est une blague.

With a soft giggle Kix smiles at Reeves.

Kix: Just be sure to keep eyes in the back of your head and expect trouble. Nobody has come out unscathed yet against her. Everyone is counting in you.

Kix goes to walk off but pokes her head back into view one more time, the interviewer stretching the microphone out towards her.

Kix: Bonne chance dans votre match ce soir.

"Pretty" Fay Qent w/Aurore vs. Ami Reeves

The Arena lights back up and we see our ring announcer Johnny Baxter standing in the center.

Johnny Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Opening up to the sound of some beautiful symphony, from behind the curtain steps Ami Reeves wearing a green “Legend of Zelda” shirt. She smiles at all of these fans while touching hands with them as she walks down to the ring.

Baxter: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, she is... AMI REEEEVEEESSS!

Quickly sliding into the ring, she pretends to swing around an imaginary sword as all of these fans in attendance absolutely love her which puts a large smile on her face.

Suddenly the arena blares with the sound of “Pretty Vacant” by The Sex Pistols as Aurore parts through the curtains and trailing behind her is Fay Qent. Receiving more boos than cheers, Fay ignores the crowd and quickly walks down the ramp where she charges into the ring.

Baxter: “And her opponent, hailing from Portland, Maine, she is “PRETTY”... FAAAAY QEEEEENT!”

DING DING

Reeves wastes no time going after Qent, eschewing the traditional collar and elbow tie up and instead looking for that quick, flash knockout finish. Qent appeared to had not anticipated such a flurry as the flurry of elbows and alternating kicks tend to send her peddling backwards into the corner. The official quickly gets in trying to call for a clean break but Reeves, seemingly in the zone keeps pressing forward as she just hammers away at the undefeated phenom. The referee reaches the count of 4 before being brave enough to step in between the two and back her off threatening her with disqualification.

North: Reeves is getting a little carried away there but you have to come out strong against Fay Qent to stand a chance.

DIC: She's a human bulldozer and the only position her opponents are used to are laying on their back! A very pretty bulldozer at that.

North: This could very well be a preview of things to come. Ami Reeves much like Alison Crowne has a background in martial arts so she definitely has the tools to score an upset here tonight.

DIC: It's going to take a little bit more than Bruce Lee and some Wing Chun to end this streak.

Reeves acknowledges the referee's warning which inadvertently gives Qent time to regroup. Reeves charges at the corner but Qent slams her down with a vicious big boot, knocking her to the ground like she nearly got ran over and stopping her opponent's momentum dead. The crowd briefly goes silent a the referee hesitates at what he saw before rushing over to check if Reeves has lost consciousness. Qent nonchalantly walks back to her corner as she converses with Aurore on an attack plan. Nearly a minute later the official clears Reeves to continue as she very slowly gets up from the big boot.

North: And this match continues! I don't know about that, I think the official should've called the ringside doctor over to get a second look. That boot seems to have rung more than a few bells.

DIC: Where's your triforce now? She probably thinks she's in Hyrule right now, the ditz!

Qent mouths to her opponent to “stay down” as Reeves defiantly slaps her square in the face drawing a bit of a gasp from the crowd. Qent slowly runs her hand across her cheek before clocking her right in the jaw staggering Reeves. Reeves falls to a knee but is quickly pulled back up by her hair by Qent who then proceeds to sling her across the ring by it.

North: Now that's uncalled for. A human wasn't meant to be swung around by their hair, that could cause very serious injury to the neck and spine.

DIC: Well there's an easy way out of this. All Reeves has to do is throw in the towel and stumble back to lala land with her video games while sipping soup through a straw. She's going to turn into a vegetable at this rate.

North: I hate to agree with you, but you're right. Losing her health and livelihood isn't worth making a statement over

DIC: Of course I'm right. Welcome to 2017.

Aurore taunts the crowd from ringside as the boos come down trying to point out that Reeves ignored the official but the crowd isn't buying any of it as justification. Qent goes over towards Reeves again and looks to scoop her off the ground but gets caught by surprise as she's trapped inside a cradle pin. The official quickly drops down to count but Qent kicks out at 2. Aurore is in shock as is Qent, but Reeves doesn't give either of them the chance to process it as she quickly sits up and captures Qent in a seated cobra clutch! The crowd goes nuts as she quickly goes for the grapevine by wrapping her legs around her torso and falling backward. Qent is struggling to get out as the hold was locked in very tightly off the surprise as the undefeated queen of the tomahawk chop appears to be in real danger for the first time in her career.

North: Wow! Fay Qent is pinned to the ground and trapped in a devastating cobra clutch! This is uncharted territory here.

DIC: Check the neck, check the neck! I'm not sure this is a legal hold, this looks like a choke!

North: It looks completely legal to me from where I'm sitting.

Qent appears to be fading fast as the referee goes to lift up her arm... it drops limp to the mat!

1!

The referee lifts the arm a second time. Limp!

2!

North: That's two right there. If the arm drops limp a third time Ami Reeves will score a submission victory by way of pass out.

The referee lifts Qent's arm one final time. It drops...

...but pops back up!

The official waves off the bell as Qent appears to have gotten a second wind. In an amazing show of strength Qent manages to pull herself off the mat with Reeves' dead weight clinging onto her, giving her absolutely zero help in making it back to her feet. Reeves however refuses to let go, hoping this surge in energy is fleeting and that a submission victory was very much still within reach. The official is hovering around the two like a satellite ready to call for the bell at the hint of a verbal submission or tap out. The referee however gets caught up in this orbit as Qent backs up into the corner to force Reeves to let go but slams into the referee in the process, sandwiching into the corner!

North: Qent finally breaks free but it appears the damage was already done!

DIC: Smart, and she took out the official while she's at it! Atta girl!

North: I'm not sure if that was intentional or not but with nobody to count a pinfall or record a submission it looks like Fay Qent could get a breather here. Even if Reeves scores a submission now it won't count if the official never sees it.

Reeves lets go but Qent took the brunt of the damage from the hold being locked in for so long. Reeves is back up to her feet first and drags Qent back to the center of the ring, referee or no referee she was determined to go for the submission victory as she begins to set up for the STF, stepping over and trapping the foot first before going to complete the process and lock in the facelock. Before she can complete the process though Hannah Kix slides into the ring and kicks Ami Reeves straight in the temple! The crowd is floored as Reeves is out like a light in the center of the ring, Kix staring down at her for a few moments before sliding out of the ring and walking up the aisle.

North: That's... that's Hannah Kix! Why is she out here, why did she help Qent?

DIC: I don't think she was out here to help Qent, Kev. But what does she have against Reeves?

North: I have no clue...

DIC: Well whatever the reason, she just went from a 6 to a solid 9 in my book, digging that attitude! The D-I-C likes his women feisty!

Qent gets back up, seeing Reeves out cold on the mat grabs the referee by the shirt and drags him to the center before going for the pin. Groggily, the referee slowly slaps his hand on the mat. 1, 2, 3!

Baxter: Here is your winner... Fay Qent!

North: By hook or by crook Fay Qent's streak continues. We'll never know if Ami Reeves could've completed the upset with Kix getting involved.

DIC: The W is the only thing that matters and tonight Fay Qent got a BIG W! And so did Hannah Kix, and her match hasn't even started yet tonight!

Backstage: Stitches

As we head to the backstage area once more, we enter inside of a dark room. With echoing footsteps, the cameraman tries his best to be as quiet as possible. Coming around the corner, we just so happen to see Stitches sitting on the cold concrete floor with her Catherine doll in hand but something is different, much different than usual — the Catherine doll is being stitched back together.

Stitches: It’s okay Catherine, I will put you back together again, hehe.

Giggling rather hysterically, Stitches brings her head up and looks dead on into the camera. Tilting her head to the side very slowly, the cameraman slowly backs out of the room not wanting any piece of what Stitches has to offer.

Stitches vs. Hannah Kix

As we return back out to ringside, the public address sound system quickly blares to life playing “Living Dead Girl” by Rob Zombie as Stitches comes walking out with her Catherine doll clutched tightly to her chest.

Baxter: Making her way to the ring, she is... STIIITCHES!

Walking down the ramp rather slowly, she keeps looking side to side, at all of these people while stroking the hair of the Catherine doll which is her prized possession.

North: This young lady is rather strange if I may say so myself.

DIC: Yeah but I bet she’s a hellcat in the bedroom.

North: I don’t think I want to find out, go that route if you have to but I definitely don’t want to know.

Having made her way into the ring, she places the Catherine doll in the corner while leaning back in the turnbuckle; awaiting the arrival of Hannah Kix.

Baxter: And her opponent...

Suddenly “La Rage” by Keny Arkana blares to life and Hannah steps out onto the stage with her head covered underneath a hoodie. Standing there for a moment, as to gather her emotions and focus, she then brings her head up slowly and points at Stitches with her gloved finger.

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

North: This young lady right here had quite possibly a match of the year candidate two months ago against Ami Reeves; it was truly spectacular.

DIC: I could put on a match of the year candidate against her in a bedroom brawl anytime she feels like she has the talent to take this much meat.

North: Seriously?! What’s wrong with you?

DIC: WHAT?!

Quickly walking down the ramp, she wastes no time whatsoever in climbing inside of the ring and removing her hoodie. Tossing it outside of the ring, she heads to her respective corner and clasps her hands together, rolling her wrists while awaiting for the bell to sound.

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

As both women walk to the center of the ring, Stitches looks back at the Catherine doll and blows it a kiss before giving her attention back to Hannah who was staring her down like a hungry Hawk.

North: Look at the expression on Hannah‘s face, I don’t think we have ever seen her this focused before.

DIC: Oh trust me, I have!

North: Knock it off, no you haven’t.

DIC: And how would you know?

North: Because I’m pretty sure that none of the women here would ever touch you.

DIC: That’s only because they don’t know how to handle this much man, with this much meat.

Before anything happens, Hannah decides to go on the offensive as she quickly strikes Stitches in the chest with an open hand palm strike which causes Stitches to stumble backwards and drop to one knee while clutching her chest. Quickly rushing forward, Hannah grabs her by the hair and begins to throw several big knees right into the face as Stitches covers up to the best of her ability.

DIC: STOP THAT REF! I’m pretty sure that illegal here.

North: No it’s not!

DIC: Well it should be...

After several knees to the forearm, Stitches manages to catch the leg of Hannah and wastes no time at all in punching her in the inside thigh which causes Hannah to back up while rubbing her thigh since she was Charlie horsed just now.

DIC: And THAT’S how you put a stop to that nonsense.

North: Nonsense? That was Muay Thai!

DIC: Yeah, like I said, nonsense.

Rising to her feet, Hannah quickly comes back, looking to put Stitches down again but Stitches quickly throws a thumb to the eye of Hannah which immediately drops her down to one knee. As she tries to regain her vision, Stitches stuffs her head underneath her arm, screams and then plants Hannah with a DDT.

North: What a sadistic looking DDT, this could be it.

Hooking the leg, sloppily, the referee drops down to make the count.

One...

Two...

Quickly pressing her shoulder off of the canvas, Stitches sits up and argues the count with the referee who simply holds up two fingers while shaking his head.

North: Man that was close.

Yanking her up to her feet, she shoves Hannah into the turnbuckle and backs away to the center of the ring. Letting out of scream, she charges in with a full head of steam and flattens Hannah with a clothesline. Kneeling down and grabbing the Catherine doll, she puts it in Hannah’s face and makes it laugh before kissing the doll and placing it back into the corner.

North: She’s wasting precious time here. Hannah is someone that you shouldn’t take lightly.

DIC: Oh trust me, she’s lighter than you think.

North: Boy you’re in a mood today.

Picking Hannah up to her feet again, Stitches smiles a toothy grin but is suddenly taken down with a quick armbar as these fans explode in cheers as Stitches is going nuts trying to reach the bottom rope while screaming out in pain.

North: And this is proof on just how fast the tides can turn in our sport.

DIC: Hannah proving her expertise in jerking muscles, heh.

Managing to reach the bottom rope, Hannah releases the hold and gets to her knees, licking her lips with a sadistic grin expressed. Rising to her feet, Stitches is pulling herself up to her feet and when she gets there — Hannah wraps her arms around Stitches’ slender waist, looking to hit her with a series of German suplexes. Throwing an elbow backwards, she strikes Hannah right in the eye which connects harder than expected and busts her eye open as blood begins to trickle down. As Hannah is down on one knee, clutching her eye, Stitches is setting her up for the Devil’s Playground when suddenly the fans erupt into cheers and we see Catherine step out onto the stage which immediately gets Stitches’ attention.

North: What is Catherine doing out here?

Shaking out the cobwebs and getting to her feet, Hannah grabs Stitches by the arm, spins her around and quickly connects with a huge Muay Thai kick to the head which drops Stitches like a sack of potatoes.

North: EAT YOUR KIX! EAT YOUR KIX!

Quickly draping her body over Stitches’ lifeless body, the referee drops down to make the count.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!!

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

Baxter: The winner of the match, HANNAH KIIIIIIXXXX!

Walking down to the ring, Catherine grabs the doll of herself and as Stitches comes to, Catherine backs up as red smoke engulfs the ramp. Exiting the ring and running after Catherine, she’s gone when the smoke clears. Looking around frantically, she places her hands over her face and screams loudly as if she just lost her baby. Taking off up the ramp, everything is in pandemonium right now.

Backstage: Mark Robertson

Opening up in the backstage area, we see legendary manager, Mark Robetson sitting in a wheelchair with a large brace over his knee. Still having managed to dress in a suit, like he always does for these shows, the look on his face isn’t the usual happy go lucky one but one with disgust.

Robertson: Last month, a real tragedy happened in this very arena. I was attacked, BRUTALLY assaulted by a woman simply because I was doing my job. As you found out, my client, the GLORIOUS ONE became the NEW LONE Champion and that enraged Miss. Thompson to the point that she had her partner, Wendy brutally assault my knee simply because she didn’t like the fact that I led my client to victory over her.

Taking in a deep breath, he tries to keep his composure through everything that has happened to him.

Robertson: But you know what Terri, you and Wendy FAILED to take me out of the equation. In case you forgot, I have been in this business for a long time, I have managed only the best and you know; this is the first time in my long, illustrious career where I have been brutally assaulted to the point where I may never walk again simply because of jealousy.

He pauses briefly.

Robertson: But you see — I had a nice, long talk with Mr. Stevenson and he assured me that this would never happen again and you know what? I believe him. He has never been wrong before, he has never led me astray and that’s why I have decided that I need to take drastic action to make sure that this never happens again.

He nods his head while continuing to speak.

Robertson: So... From this point on, Terri Thompson? If you or your unstable girlfriend come within fifty feet of me, you can bet your tight, sweet little asses that I will have you arrested on sight, no questions asked. Now I know what you’re thinking, what about my rematch? Well, you can thank Wendy for that because since I am the proud manager of THE LONE Champion, that means that YOU Terri Thompson do NOT get your rematch.

With a large smile expressed on his face, he knows full well that Terri is not going to take this very well.

Robertson: See, that’s the beautiful thing about restraining orders, you can’t violate them or you get prosecuted. So at the end of the day? Hug Wendy tight, give her a nice, passionate kiss and look her square in the eyes because she just ruined your career Terri Thompson and now? You really are what your moniker stands for, GUTTER... TRASH!

Really placing a lot of emphasis on the gutter trash part, he motions with his right hand for the cameras to leave him alone as they immediately fade.

Glorious One Title Celebration

“The Man” by Aloe Blacc hits the PA system as Drew Stevenson takes a triumphant strut out from the back towards the ring. The ring has been surrounded by LONE talent and the set of ring ropes facing the aisle have been removed with a wheelchair accessible ramp set up adorned in red carpet. In the center of the ring the LONE Championship is raised up on a podium for the entire arena to see.

DIC: I've been waiting all night for this one, Kev-O. Tonight we close the show with a well deserved coronation of your champion and mine, The Glorious One!

North: This is a little much don't you think? If this whole set up wasn't enough Drew Stevenson ordered the LONE locker room to partake in the “festivities”, and I use that term rather loosely.

DIC: And it's mandatory! Feel grateful, the only way some schmuck like you would ever get invited to a 5 star event like this if it was for work purposes only. But hey, you get to witness such a historic moment here tonight, maybe one day you tell your future wife's children about the time you saw three HOFers in one ring together! Make no mistake, Glorious One is a future HOFer and Drew and Mark are already there multiple times over.

North: Hey, I'll at least have one. You couldn't keep a date if you paid her!

DIC: I'm in a good mood tonight so I'll let that one slide. You're not going to ruin this night for me!

Stevenson walks up the ramp into the ring with a microphone in hand and taps it rather obnoxiously several times causing a screech to eek out.

Stevenson: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my privilege to introduce a...

The crowd immediately cuts him off and starts chanting.

Crowd: BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!

Stevenson: Hey, HEY! Watch your language! That might have flown under Jack E. Bux's extremely loose ship but you're riding on the Emerald Express now.

Crowd: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!

Stevenson just nodded and let the crowd have their way, taking his time as he checks his watch.

Stevenson: Are you done?

Crowd: WE WANT TERRI! WE WANT TERRI! WE WANT TERRI!

Stevenson: Ok, ok. You want to play that game?

He thrusts his thumb up with his free hand.

Stevenson: You know what to do, boys and girls in the production trailer.

The crowd starts to boo but Stevenson talks over them, the volume on his microphone now louder than the crowd as he begins to drown them out.

Stevenson: Thanks, Isaac! Golden idea you had years ago to put these little gnats in their place. ANYWAY as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. Tonight is a very special night, tonight LONE will have the proper christening of a champion that it can finally be proud of. From the very beginning I knew this company had so much untapped potential, so much raw possibility for growth, the possibility to take over the entire New England region and become the measuring stick by which women's wrestling could be judged by. But it lacked leadership and their pitiful excuse for a champion did not personify grace and elegance nor carried herself with an air of professionalism. No, you see Terri Thompson looked like a sewer rat, someone who could've been plucked right out of this crowd of ingrates. Rough, unrefined, unpolished taking all these unnecessary risks and defying the authority that blessed her with the opportunity to showcase herself. And DIC, you were right, she smells awful too!

Stevenson says as he points towards the announce table to acknowledge DIC. DIC nods his head with a smug grin as he elbows North in the ribs.

DIC: I told you I wasn't the only one who noticed that! I swear you got to be noseblind.

North: This is ridiculous...

Stevenson: That's not who I want representing my company. Sure, you can point out and scream it in my face until you turn blue and pass out that Terri Thompson is full of heart, chalkful of heart an you know what; I'll admit she's got a lot of heart. But let me tell you something there, the cold hard truth; heart without brains gets you killed. She made a mistake, she made a mistake by inviting her little snugglebuddy to the front row and as a result she watched her whole career go up in smoke. The fire is burning away at what once looked like a bright future. And there's no magic fire extinguisher that's suddenly going to save the house and the nation's best firefighters got their arms tied up in LA so I guess that leaves Terri Thompson up a creek without a paddle.

The crowd boos loudly but not loud enough to stop Stevenson's stride thanks to the sound boost.

Stevenson: But you know, thankfully Mark Robertson had a keen eye on how to solve this little problem with LONE. He pointed out a wily veteran that would be right at home in any era, a woman with a wealth of wisdom, a lady that a sense of elegance and style that would put the Royal Family across the pond to shame. And let me tell you something here when Mark Robertson speaks, you listen. So I took my good friend at his word, that Glorious One would be able to work her way to the top, on her undeniable skill alone and that she would solve this troubling equation. There was never any doubt in my mind that he would live up to his word because the man has never lied to me before. So Mark Robertson, Glorious One... COME ON DOWN! Take your victory lap and your well deserved bow.

This time the boos are incredibly loud and deafening as Glorious One and Mark Robertson enter to no music. Mark Robertson wheels ahead of Glorious One with a cast on his leg. Glorious One takes her time walking down the aisle while Robertson wastes no time buzzing around the ring for his victory lap, the roster members having no choice but to clear a path for him. Some give him looks of derision or disgust while others look to the ground or away not wanting to draw the ire of Stevenson. A very loud WE WANT TERRI! chant breaks out amongst the boos, slowly overtaking the lead as Robertson finally wheels his way up the ramp into the ring, Glorious One quickly behind him. Stevenson being the good friend that he is offers the microphone to his long time friend like a regal sword ready to be pulled from the stone. Robertson graciously wields the microphone, he looked like a King sitting on his throne as he observed the angry masses before him and was enjoying every moment.

Robertson: I. Told. You. So! From the very moment I stepped foot into LONE I knew that this coronation would be inevitable. Truth of the matter is, it didn't matter whether it was Ms. Gucci, Terri Thompson, or Mother Theresa because the Glorious One was destined from the very beginning to reach the very top! I hear the excuses from the back and keyboard warriors hiding behind a screen claiming “oh, Glorious One didn't earn it” “oh, she was gift wrapped the championship” and my favorite here, “this paper champion will never have the balls and guts as our Gutter Trash did.” Well I sure hope not, because Glorious One certainly isn't lowly trash and I would certainly hope she doesn't dine of Rocky Mountain Oysters when she has the best fitness nutritionists on the payroll to craft a champion's diet. You see when you come from class, when you're Drew Stevenson, Mark Robertson, and Glorious One you don't dine with the common folk and you don't sweat in the same shops and gyms and you don't shop in the same stores, everything; EVERYTHING is extraordinary from the food, to the clothes, to physical fitness. So it is my extraordinary privilege to present this belt...

Stevenson politely cuts his friend off as he points to the crowd as the chanting for Terri just isn't going away. The two whisper back and forth to each other before emerging from the conversation with a pair of devilish grins.

Stevenson: You know what Mark, I got an idea. I think it's pretty clear these people want to see their hero. And I'm nothing if not fair so lets give the people what they want. Lets give them exactly what they want. Do you people want to see Terri Thompson?

The crowd shouts “YES!”

Stevenson: Do you want to see Terri Thompson and Glorious One face to face in the same ring, at the same time?

The crowd shouts “YES!” even louder.

Stevenson: Then that's exactly what you're going to get...

The crowd goes berserk shouting “YES!”

Stevenson: ...because I'm ordering Terri Thompson to come out here right now to present the championship to the Glorious One!

A loud deafening boo erupts from the crowd.

Stevenson: Come on, time is money and if you want to keep collecting that check I so graciously sign you'll make haste and do as you're told!

“Hello From the Gutter” hits the arena as the Terri Thompson slowly walks out from the back.

Stevenson: NO! You cut her music right now! This is not her night! Don't enable her!

The music abruptly cuts off as Terri wears a look mixed with dejection and disgust as she grudgingly stepped into the ring. Robertson was all smiles as he pointed to the belt.

Stevenson: Tonight Terri, you're passing the torch. As a former champion it is your duty to ensure that the belt is treated with the utmost respect.

Terri picked up the belt as Glorious One spread her arms out as Robertson barked orders at her to fasten it around her waist.

Stevenson: Enjoy the moment because it'll be the last time you ever get to hold that championship again. With this changing of the guard the old era of LONE will be put to rest. An era defined by waste, financial hardship and talent disrespecting the management and the very fabric of this business. In it's place an era of abundance will take it's place, one defined by grace, tranquility, obedience, and sportsmanship. You know, the exact opposite of what you stand for Terri.

Stevenson grinned as he couldn't help but rub it in just a little bit more.

Stevenson: So Terri, for once in your life do the right thing. Do the right thing, pass that torch and crown the rightful champion.

Terri stares down at the belt, the belt she fought so hard to represent with pride, a belt that she rightfully believed was stolen from her grasp. She hesitated, unwilling to let go but finally relented as she slowly wrapped the belt around the Glorious One's waist.

Stevenson: You finally did the right thing. But don't think that one selfless act is suddenly going to erase all the vile, awful things you've done because you're still very much on thin ice. You know what, why don't you jump for me.

Terri looked at him stonefaced after being humiliated having to wrap the belt around the Glorious One's waist..

Stevenson: Come on, do it! WHEN I SAY JUMP YOU ASK HOW HIGH AND YOU DO IT!

Suddenly the tirade is cut short before it could fully begin. Wendy came out from the back having heard enough of this, Robertson looking to Stevenson out of shock. Terri seems to be equally as shocked as emotions rushed to the surface. For a moment it looked certain that Stevenson would call for security but instead surprisingly allowed her to walk down for the time being. Wendy pleaded for a microphone and Stevenson perhaps out of arrogance or on a whim motions to the timekeeper to give her one.

Wendy: Enough, enough! Please! Enough!

The crowd fell silent as some didn't know how to process this. This certainly didn't seem like it was part of the show much like the rogue attack on Robertson the month before. The LONE roster for the most part also seemed to be whispering amongst themselves trying to make sense of the situation. The order that Stevenson so meticulously crafted appeared to be steadily crumbling apart.

Wendy: This has gone way too far! This is all so wrong!

Wendy appeared to be trying to hold back tears as Terri's heart looked like it was about to break. Robertson looked incredibly uncomfortable and uneasy with his assailant mere feet away, Glorious One seemed to let her words fall on deaf ears, silently looking down upon her. Stevenson kept a well hidden poker face, as he carried a serious, businessman-like stoic sense about him.

Wendy: I never intended for this to go this far.. I... I... was just concerned. Do you have any idea what it's like to see the one person you love more than anything get hurt right in front of your eyes with every little trick in the book thrown at her? I'm not making any excuses for my actions, it was wrong and I should've kept my hands and feet to myself. I had no business assaulting Mark Robertson the way I did, I had a moment of weakness and I lacked self-control and I should've trusted Terri to be able to handle her own business at her place of work. I don't want to see her career get ruined because of a mistake I made, I don't want Mark Robertson to be in agonizing pain because I crossed the boundary a fan should never cross; anywhere.

It was getting harder and harder for Wendy to hold back a well of tears, she was visibly upset and trying to stop every single emotion from bursting through the dam. At least until she could leave the arena.

Wendy: I'm... I'm so sorry! To everyone! Please don't ruin her life and her career... don't take her dream away!

She finally can't hold it anymore as she just breaks down in tears. Stevenson appears to have been moved by this display as his expression melted into one of concern. Like a forgiving father, Stevenson spread his arms out as Wendy gave him a hug sobbing before Wendy turned to Terri and hugged her tightly. Robertson was absolutely stunned sitting in his wheelchair and looked to be beside himself.

Stevenson: Everyone makes mistakes... Wendy I can tell that right now you're speaking from the heart and you're pouring out your soul to everyone. It was very brave of you to come out here, to confront me personally, to confront Mark Robertson and Glorious One and own up to your mistake.

Stevenson slowly walked over patting his hand on Wendy's shoulder in an act of reassurance. Terri was too caught up in the moment holding Wendy to really react to him.

Stevenson: You're a very courageous woman.

Suddenly Stevenson's expression changed, it was as if Satan himself reeled everyone in hook, line, and sinker as his eyes were filled with evil contempt and malice unfettered.

Stevenson: But it also makes you very stupid. You see by coming out here not only are you guilty of trespassing by sneaking in through the back door but you also just violated Mr. Robertson's restraining order upon you.

As he was speaking Portland's finest, the men and women in blue walked out from the back, it was as if he planned for Wendy to do something rash and impulsive.

Stevenson: Sorry isn't going to make everything right, sorry doesn't put Mark Robertson's leg back together! Sorry isn't getting Teri out of the doghouse and sorry isn't going to be your get out of jail free card! Would you fine ladies and gentlemen please arrest Wendy and get her far far away from this building, out of my ring and out of my life?

Wendy sobs as the officers pull her away from Terri and put her in cuffs, dragging her to the back. Terri is overcome by anger and sadness as she slaps him. Alison Crowne is very quick to intervene as she slides into the ring to restrain Terri who still is close enough to spit in his face and connecting like a bullseye. Glorious One sucker punches Terri which causes Crowne to let go so her friend wasn't held helpless and starts to attack Glorious One in retribution. Qent then slides into the ring and clubs Crowne in the back as Glorious One and Qent quickly double team her. Terri gets up and tries to attack Qent and Glorious One by herself but the numbers game were too much with Crowne taken out of commission and they make quick work of her as well. Qent and Glorious One share an uneasy stare off with one another as Qent make a title motion around her waist before walking off with Aurore as the feed abruptly cut off with Stevenson quickly trying to regain order with the police and security.