2018.02.23: PWN - LONE - LONE 9

Intro

Baxter: Ladies and Gentleman, thank you for coming to Supremacy: LONE 9 - Portland Punishment! We are going live on Internet Pay Per View... right NOW!

The lights in the arena dim as the titantron comes to life.

Stitches: Oh Sister Caaatheriiineee...

Really dragging out her name, the darkness made viewing her incredibly difficult. As she brings her head up, we see her face which is painted and looks all stitched up. Licking her lips, she looks crazy as hell but that's what happens when a "mother" loses their "child".

Stitches: ... Would you say that you're a God fearing woman? If so, answer me this, how can you take a child away from its mother? HUH?

Immediately giggling in a rather maniacal manner, it's pretty obvious that she lost her proverbial marbles somewhere along the line.

Stitches: See Catherine, that's the problem with you religious zealots; you always think that you can get away with anything so long as you proclaim it in the name of God. What you need to realize Catherine is that, God doesn't exist because if he did then why would he allow so many people to hurt? Why would he allow so many tragedies to happen? Why would he allow a woman like you to rip a child away from her mother?

Lowering her head momentarily, you can hear her openly weep.

Stitches: But that's all going to change tonight Catherine because I am going to get my baby back, one way or another and if that means that I have to shed your blood then so be it because I WILL have my baby back, you...

Before she can finish however, the other side of the titantron comes to life as we see the face of Catherine appear almost as if from the night.

Sister Catherine smiles, fangs clearly visible as she begins to speak.

Sister Catherine: Why have I stolen the doll from you? Why do tragedies happen? I have explained it before and I will explain it again...

Sister Catherine raises the doll towards the camera, the back of her left hand starting to stroke the doll's porcelain face.

Sister Catherine: All of it is part of The Lord's plan... The Lord you claim you don't believe in. The God you once said is good. You will say he is good again, Stitches. You will drop this silly obsession with me... This silly obsession with THIS!

Sister Catherine turns the doll's face towards the camera, thrusting it towards it and then lowers it out of frame.

Sister Catherine: Tonight...! For I have a proposition for you. Tonight, we have a match. If I win, you will join me at my side. You will worship with me. If you win..... You get your dolly back.

Cocking her head to the side, thinking about Catherine's proposition, a wicked smile forms along her face as she responds.

Stitches: What you fail to understand Catherine is that I am fighting for so much more, not just a dolly as you put it but for my baby. So if that is your proposition then I accept but do know one thing; a mother fighting for her child is a losing battle for YOU!

Lowering her head once again, she steps back into the shadows and disappears.

The titan tron now fully contains Sister Catherine's side of the screen.

Sister Catherine: Then it's settled. You are a mother fighting for your child, while I am a sister fighting for her sister. We shall see what is in the Lord's plan.

Sister Catherine bows her head.

Sister Catherine: Good Evening...

The scene fades.

The camera now focuses on a fan in the crowd who is holding up a sign in blood red font that reads: Nehemiah 4:14

"Fame" by David Bowie starts up on the PA as the crowd comes to its feet.

Crowd: JACK-E-BUX! JACK-E-BUX!

The fans chant his name as he steps out in his usual suit and tie. He bows his head and hands at them as if he's not worthy, making his way to ringside and casually walking up the steel steps and then stepping through the ropes into the ring.

The music dies down as he raises the mic to his lips.

Bux: Not who you expected to see, huh?

Crowd: YEEEEEEAH!

Bux: Yeah, I bet you were expecting to see Drew Stevenson tonight coming out here to make some announcements, right?

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Bux: Yeah, well... "unfortunately" Drew is late, due to political reasons. I won't get into any of that but I will say is anyone surprised he's getting into politics? Regardless, I'm out here to address a few things. First, we've got a match tonight between The Crowne Jewel of Professional Wrestling Alison Crowne and Pretty Fay Qent.

The crowd cheers for this, wanting to see this feud finally get the match it has been leading up to. Bux smiles now.

Bux: Yes, yes. I decided to raise the stakes for this. Being that the two of them are unstoppable forces in LONE, and both are undefeated in singles competition, how about this? We make Qent vs Alison Crowne for the #1 Contendership tonight. And TONIGHT... After that match... the MAIN EVENT will be... the winner of that match versus The Glorious One for her title... IN A BULL ROPE MATCH! Whattya think, guys?

Bux holds out the microphone towards the crowd.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOO! BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX!

Bux grins broadly.

Bux: I thought you'd like that. I also want to announce something else I think you'd like. Now, I'm sure you guys have heard the rumors, and have seen the leaked graphic going around, and some of you may have seen that online post by that hacker. Yes, we are going to have a Tag Team Classic. It's going to start NEXT month and end the month after and we WILL have our FIRST EVER LONE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

Crowd: WOOOO! TAG-TEAM-WREST-LING! *Clap! Clap! Clap-clap-clap!* TAG-TEAM-WREST-LING! *Clap! Clap! Clap-clap-clap!*

Bux absorbs the crowd's response, letting them cheer and clap for a while before bringing the mic back to his lips.

Bux: Yes. Yes. I agree! Tag Team Wrestling seems like a lost art anymore, these days, and you hardly ever see women's tag team wrestling championships. Not saying they don't exist, it's just hardly seen. So yes, we will have our first ever LONE Tag Team Champs in April. There will be 8 teams and you know what? I know of a certain team that just came up with their own name recently. Yes, Terri Thompson. Err, I'm sorry. "Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson and Alison Crowne, The Crowne Jewel of Professional Wrestling are now known as Royal Plunder and you know what? They are the FIRST team to compete in the Tag Team Classic. If they so wish. I highly doubt they'd decline, but I'm saying right here, right now, Terri Thompson will be allowed to compete in the Tag Team Classic.

Crowd: YEEEAH! GUT-TER-TRASH! GUT-TER-TRASH!

Bux: Yes, and with all of the good news, I'm afraid there's some bad, and it has to do with who we're speaking of. Terri Thompson.

Bux is visibly distraught now.

Bux: My hands are tied on this, but Drew Stevenson has ordered that even though this is our 1 year anniversary in Portland, and that this is Terri Thompson's home town..... that she be banned from the building tonight, so Terri... I know you're back there, but please, make this easy on me and leave peacefully.

We cut to the titantron which shows Terri watching what's going on backstage. She's wearing a black t-shirt which reads in generic white font I WORK WEEKENDS with each word on a separate line, and the rest of her usual gear. Terri's eyes go wide at the announcement as security comes into frame now, about 4 guards.

Terri growls.

Terri: This is some grade a bullshit!

One of the security guards approaches her.

Guard: Ms. Thompson, you need to leave. Come with us.

Terri: Stevenson can't be able to do this.

Guard: He can, and you have to.

Terri: At least let me get my bag first.

Terri wanders off towards the locker room area as the Guards begin to follow her. One tries to grab her by the arm to haul her out, and she shrugs him off and gives him an annoyed glance.

Terri: Get the hell off me, man!

We switch back to ringside with Bux watching while frowning.

Bux: I apologize, everyone. We hope you enjoy the rest of the evening because we've got tons of action planned.

Bux hands the microphone to a stage hand before heading towards the back.

The commentary feed now kicks in!

North: Welcome everyone to Supremacy: LONE 9 Portland Punishment! I'm Kevin North alongside my broadcast colleague Dexter Irving Cornelius... Aka... ugh... DIC

DIC: D-I-C in the place to be, leaving the haters jealous and the women respecting the D!

North: Anyway... What a show so far! Sister Catherine vs. Stitches tonight! We didn't plan for this!

DIC: You can't plan for anything with those two involved. They're weird, but they're hot. I tell you, I got some plans of my own after that match.

North: I bet you do. And Jack E Bux and his announcements. Crowne vs Qent will be for the #1 Contendership and the winner will face The Glorious One TONIGHT in a Bullrope Match!

DIC: Should call it a bull-shit match. Jack E. Bux trying to make a power move while Drew is gone. That's okay, though. Those two are gonna clobber each other so bad it'll be easy pickins for The Glorious One!

North: Well fans and fellow LONErs, we've got action coming your way right now. Let's go to ringside!

Vixen vs. "The Perfect Shot" Penelope Silven

"The Fox" by The Chainsmokers featuring Calvin Harris hits over the public address sound system as the fans give Vixen a solid ovation.

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit! Making her way to the ring, hailing from Higgins Beach, Maine — she is — VIXXXEEENNNN!

Vixen starts walking down the aisle and slapping some of the fans' hands. When she gets to ringside, she rolls in and spreads her hands out, spinning in the circle while the fans cheer her on.

Sabaton's "White Death" soon starts and out from the curtain emerges "The Perfect Shot" Penelope Silven, dressed in a sports bra, a pair of black, sparkly hotpants, and white wrestling boots with red soles. Her top is white and in the center of her top is the image of a sniper scope. She makes gun motions with both hands and points them towards the ring. Bang bang!

Baxter: And her opponent, from The Other Side of the Scope! THE PERFECT SHOT PENELOPEEEEE SIIILVEN!

Penelope Silven walks down the aisle, slapping hands with a few fans before climbing the stairs and stepping through the ropes. She climbs onto the middle ropes of the nearest turnbuckle and throws her hands up into the air, then makes the gun motion again towards the fans. She jumps down and then hops in place, waiting for the match to start.

DING DING

North: So I'm curious DIC, I know you got your favorites. Who you rooting for?

DIC: Can I hope that they manage to knock each other out? One is a mangy thief and the other looks like an extra from a Fanta commercial.

North: Ok, so you dislike wrestlers who follow the rules; is that it?

DIC: I mean... I guess the tall one is hotter but she's not so hot when she acts like a girl scout. Perfect Shot if you're going to twist my arm.

North: Well, Silven impressed in her debut last month while Vixen has steadily been making waves over the last few months. At a big event like this there's a lot of eyes on them and an opportunity just waiting to be reached for.

Vixen and Silven circle one another in the ring before they both dart towards one another locking up in a collar and elbow tieup. Neither seems to get that up hand early on as the leverage appears about even. Silven manages to finally slip away, slyly hooking Vixen's arm and pulling it behind her. Vixen not to be outdone maaages to reverse, slipping out of her grasp like a slippery eel and catches Perfect Shot into a hammerlock of her own. With the hammerlock applied She goes to lift Silven up for a backdrop but Silven, living up to her name manages to land on feet with perfection. She then throws out her hands like a pair of guns as Vixen turns around.

North: Both women are evenly matched so far. Going move for move and hold for hold it's anybody's game.

DIC: Why don't they just hug it out while they're at it? On second thought, that's a good way to have Vixen steal your wallet.

North: You'd know about that, wouldn't you?

DIC: How Bux hired her after that is beyond me.

The fans start clapping for both women as they go for another exchange, Vixen hunched over like she's going to dart and go low for the takedown. Silven uses her reach advantage by keeping her at bay with her legs shooting kicks her direction. Vixen takes a gamble and ducks under her kick and goes for her leg, successfully taking Silven down to the mat. With her foe grounded she captures her in headlock and wrenches tightly on it. Silven grabs ahold of her arm, shoving her hands underneath the grip to prevent it from being locked in fully. Silven manages to get to her knees before slipping out and going for an armbar, Vixen however is nimble enough to flip before she can get a sure grip and catches Silven in a facelock! Silven forces herself to her feet along with Vixen and goes to shove her off, Vixen takes that momentum into the ropes and rebounds charging straight for her but Silven drops to the ground causing her foe to leapfrog over her to avoid crashing. Silven pops up, Vixen comes back on the rebound, both women thinking the same thing as they fire off a pair of dropkicks at one another, the soles of their feet touching the other but not much else.

North: Dropkick City, but nobody home.

DIC: They're going to gas each other out. I know they're looking to show off but in the end that's not going to win you any matches. If either one of them knew how to pace themselves the other would be at a distinct disadvantage before long.

Both women pop up right back where they started, in a ready stance as the crowd claps once again. Vixen hunches down once again thinking she had a winning strategy going low as she darts at Silven again but this time Silven pulled her kick back and caught her running into her arms, launching Vixen to the mat with a perfectly executed snap belly-to-belly suplex. Vixen is quick to pop up, holding her back briefly as Perfect Shot was quick to whip her towards the turnbuckle. Perfect Shot looked to launch herself like a guided missile as she looked for the body splash into the corner, a maneuver made famous by the Stinger himself but Vixen was quick to slip out of the way as her sternum collided with the turnbuckle padding. Vixen with the aid of the ropes launched herself off like a springboard as her legs wrapped around Silven's head and she began to spin them both around like a top with a headscissor hold as the crowd began to count to rotations.

"ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!"

North: Talk about a Merry-Go-Round or a spin cycle set to maximum.

DIC: I'm already feeling dizzy...

North: Someone didn't drink their ginger ale.

DIC: Well I didn't expect to watch a circus today Kevin. There's a reason why I wasn't a big fan of the Ringling Brothers. Too many flips and stunts... that flare up my motion sickness.

"NINE!" "TEN!" "ELEVEN!" "TWELVE!" "THIRTEEN!"

Finally Vixen could hold on no longer as she used her momentum to flip Silven down to the mat as they both moved around completely disoriented on the mat.

North: Goodnight! That's a ride I'm sure both of them won't sure forget!

Vixen was moving around on the mat like a drunk mongoose while Silven was visibly trying to not throw up, the two accidentally bumping into one another several times as they crawled for the ropes. Finally they each made it to the ropes and pulled each other up. Vixen still feeling risky decided to go for a flying cross armbar, but Silven sidestepped. Vixen however caught herself between the middle and top ropes, clinging on and waving. Silven waited for Vixen to dip back into the ring, immediately charging from her side looking to grapple from her blindside but Vixen managed to slip behind her and attempted to catch her in a roll-up pin attempt but rolled backwards with nothing but air as her grip wasn't quite firm enough with Silven getting a hand on the top rope. Vixen pops back on her feet with her own momentum as she rolled back and tried to hit a Foxtrot Feint but the Perfect Shot had the perfect counter in mind as she snared her in her grasp instead looking for the Target Acquired STO. The crowd began to boo as before Vixen could react two masked women stormed the ring and began attacking them both!

North: Oh come on, what is this?!

DIC: Apparently whoever they are got tired of sitting around and waiting their turn. You know as they say, there's no time like the present to make a statement.

The referee calls for the bell as he throws this match out, the crowd upset that a fun and entertaining match got ruined by these two assailants. The two zero in on Perfect Shot as they roughly yank her up off the mat by her hair, one of them repeatedly pummeling her face while the other held. The two assailants drop Silven when Vixen gets up and tries to fight them off both by herself but the numbers quickly get the better of her as they grab her and violently toss her right into the ringpost! Vixen falls to the outside like a bug sliding off a windshield. Silven valiantly tries to fight back again as she managed to briefly put distance between her and the other two, she looks to take them both out at once with a running cross body but the assailants manage to catch her. With nowhere to go Silven is lifted up as the two hit a aided swinging snap neckbreaker on her, dropping the Perfect Shot perfectly to the mat. One of the masked assailants then pushes her out of the ring under the bottom rope like she was getting rid of week-old trash.

After the beatdown, one of the figures goes towards the ropes and waves at the stagehand for a microphone. The figure is handed one and steps towards the center of the ring, with the other joining her and standing to the microphone figure's left.

The first figure has the microphone, and before raising it to their lips, pulls their ski mask off and it's revealed to be Prada Paula without her glasses! The other is revealed to be Ms. Gucci!

North: What in the. The Gucci Gals?! What's the meaning of this?

DIC: I don't know, but I have a feeling this is going to be good. The gorgeous Prada Paula and my Queen Ms. Gucci.

Paula: You know what?! I'm sick of it!

She gestures with her free hand between her and Gucci, who stands at Paula's left now.

Paula: WE'RE sick of it! I came back a few months ago off of injury! -I- said I was back, and you know what? You know what?! I get told to wait it out! I get told to wait my turn! I get told you gotta give it some time! Well screw that! We're the Gucci Gals! We make our own time!

Prada Paula starts to pace around for a few moments, glaring in annoyance at the crowd. She starts to jab at her chest with her pointer finger while she speaks.

Paula: Because it's OUR time! And we're TIRED of being told we have to wait! We're TIRED of others taking up our time! And you know what? We're TIRED of Drew Stevenson protecting and giving time to someone who had their shine YEARS ago! Need I remind you all that the GUCCI GALS RAN LONE in 2016! We ran it for most of 2017 and we're going to continue to in 2018! Because we are OFFICIALLY announcing that we will be the first OFFICIAL team in the Tag Team Classic! That's right! WE are making it official! Not Jack E. Bux! Royal Plunder can accept if they want but we're the FIRST to accept! So send us Royal Plunder! Send us The Juggalettes! Send us these two newbies we just tossed out of OUR ring! Hell! Send us Spice and Ice! That second rate version of us! That's right! They're just a second rate version of us anyway!

North: WOW!

DIC: Shots fired!

Paula: So we can plant them all into the mat and leave everyone saying...

Gucci steps forward as Paula leans the mic towards her and Gucci says into it.

Gucci: That's SO Gucci...!

Paula tosses the mic down, which causes a loud feedback noise as it hits the ground and they begin to leave the ring for the backstage area.

Alison Crowne segment

The lights in the arena dim as the titan tron lights up to Linda Edwards backstage.

Linda Edwards: I'm joined here at this time by Alison Crowne. Alison in moments you'll finally be facing off with "Pretty" Fay Qent, this showdown has been building for months, since last year. What is going through your mind knowing that a shot at the LONE Championship is also now on the line, as announced by Jack E. Bux earlier tonight?

Crowne: You want to know my thoughts? Do you really want to know?

Crowne let off a sigh before looking into the camera.

Crowne: I'm tired of dealing with her. I've been in LONE what, a year?

Edwards: Yeah, I'd say about that long, maybe more.

Crowne: And in that year all I've done is show up and do my job. The house show circuit, the monthly live shows on iPPV. I've been to Nevada in the Sin City representing this brand, I've flown to Florida taking on other people in other companies with those 4 letters on my shirt because I believe in what Jack E. Bux is doing and I want everyone from coast to coast to know that only the best reside here in New England. I've been at the 4WA training students and helping my sisters back in the locker room improve all in the name of growing this brand and making sure that we all get to reap this harvest we've sown; together. Because when Terri Thompson goes out there with her boots laced up, when people like No Fly Zone, Fly Felicia and Kayoko walk out and you hear the people roar to life; even when you see the Gucci Gals nearly get trash thrown at them for what they did a few minutes ago. It's life. It is the lifeblood of our industry. People want to see their favorites succeed and they want to pay their hard earned money to see others get beat. Even Stevenson understands that as much as I hate to admit it.

Crowne grabs a hold of the microphone from Linda Edwards; taking full lead now.

Crowne: But "Pretty" Fay Qent; there's nothing "Pretty" about her kind. She's a felon, she's from a corner of society that got spit out and removed from the pool. Do you want to know how I really feel about her Linda? I feel she has no place being in a wrestling ring, she has no place in society. The only thing she's good at is holding a clipboard; checking names to arbitrarily deny people entry into a swanky nightclub; but never being allowed in herself. Serving drinks in a dingy bar, maybe cleaning it with her spit because she doesn't know that Bar Keeper's Friend is supposed to be used for cleaning and not a drinking buddy. Maybe she could work in a chop shop downtown but who am I kidding, she'd probably rip off the people she's working for and get a hit put out on her. I don't care that she can throw fists; she's clearly good at that to avoid being a prison girlfriend but she's not invested in LONE like the rest of us. She's not fighting for Bux, she's not even fighting for Stevenson; she only fights because she doesn't know anything else. She's a feral animal; that's all she is.

So I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to walk out there, I'm going to face her face to face, and I'm going to beat some obedience into that rabid dog. I'm going to yank her by her leash and I'm going to teach her what happens when you attack someone from behind month after month; thinking that you can just get away with it with zero consequences. This isn't prison, there's going to be no crooked guards to look the other way for you because you're used to getting your way but when this is over... you'll be my bitch. Just you and me... the Crowne Jewel. And then I'm coming for Glorious One and believe me... you're going to get yours too. Tonight the Crown goes home with Crowne.

Alison Crowne vs "Pretty" Fay Qent w/Aurore

As I Am by Dream Theater kicks in as Alison Crowne steps through the entrance curtain. The crowd starts cheering for The Crowne Jewel of Professional Wrestling!

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First, from Gainesville, Florida, The Crowne Jewel of Professional Wrestling, ALISOOOOOON CROOOOOOOWNE!

She slaps the fans hands as she walks towards the ring before walking up the steps and between the ropes, moving to a corner and staring with determination towards the entrance way.

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

North: Months of bad blood, the attacks, the frustration; it all comes out now! Neither woman has been pinned or made to submit thus far in their careers here at LONE and now, to determine the number one contender for later tonight there must be a winner!

DIC: Alison Crowne can say what she will about felons but as long as they don't sport a crew cut and call themselves Big Ricki DIC can still find some love in his heart.

North: Talking from experience?

DIC: Yeah... Veronica. She stole my heart and my Uncle's Rolex. It was a shame watching her go behind bars but it was a pleasure watching her go.

North: You really have no shame, do you?

DIC: Nothing to be ashamed about.

North: ...Right. Not that I condone Alison airing Qent's 'status' out there or anything but when things reach a personal level like they have anything not nailed down is seen as fair game; to the ones at war at least. A moment of frustration can lead to further esclation.

Crowne and Qent stand face to face, neither flinching or blinking as the tension was as thick as ever. Qent places a hand on Crowne's shoulder and shoves at it as if to taunt and intimidate her. Qent mouths a few words to her and does it again. Crowne shoves back with both hands and harder forcing her to take a step back before spreading her arms out, mouthing out "face to face, or do you need me to turn my back to get a shot in? I'll give you the first shot; make it count."

North: You want to talk about no respect? Crowne is just daring Qent to throw the first punch!

DIC: I don't know about that... If she's not trying to sucker her in then she's stupid for goading her. You don't ever give Qent the first shot without a plan; that's a proven recipe for defeat.

Qent smirks as she steps to her throwing a haymaker of a punch catching her on the jaw pretty spot on; Crowne nearly stumbles back flat on the mat but is kept vertical by the ropes nearby. Crowne appears to be both amused and shocked at the same time; half expecting her to wait until her back was turned instead. But that shock didn't last but a fleeting moment as she spun around and cracked Qent with a swift and vicious spinning backfist to the face before hitting a shoot styled kick behind the knee causing it to buckle and give before finally following up with a feint kick to the back of the head that sends her undefeated foe to the mat! Qent begins to roll a little towards the outside but Aurore is quick to grab her by the arm and assist rolling her out of the ring. Crowne instructs the official to begin counting

1!

2!

3!

North: I don't know if she's going to get up from that one and Crowne seems confident that she wont. She's treating this more like a knock out in boxing, waiting for the referee to count to 10; which right now a count out and that might as well be one and the same.

DIC: But this isn't boxing. That was a good hit but you don't give someone like Qent time to recover, you don't.

4!

Aurore is trying to shake the cobwebs off of Qent, speaking to her and trying to make sure she wasn't knocked out cold.

5!

6!

North: Alison Crowne is still in no hurry as she continues to wait this out.

DIC: At that rate there's no reason for Qent to use any less of that count than she has to. If her opponent is going to let her recompose herself then she'd be a fool not to take it.

7!

Qent slowly grabs a hold of the ring apron as she gets up to a knee but falls back down.

8!

9!

Qent makes a second attempt to get up and this time manages to get up on both feet. Seeing that Qent was still about to be counted out Aurore gives an added push to make sure her client beats the official's count; and just barely at that. The official warns Aurore stating that Qent needs to break the official's ring out count under her own power or by intervention of her opponent. Crowne goes after Qent again like a shark smelling blood in the water and is quick to drive a knee into the side of her face as she tries to get up. Crowne drives in another knee strike, and another and another still as Qent is partially propped up on a knee by the middle rope. The official calls for a clean break, which Crowne adheres to after the count of three. Crowne simply tells the official to "check her".

DIC: Crowne wasted a golden opportunity by allowing Qent 9 and a half seconds to recover. Against someone like her the only way she can hope to win is if she keeps her foot pressed to the pedal.

North: Her best chance is to definitely finish this early. The longer this match goes on the more things will begin to shift in Qent's favor. Crowne is treating this too much like a fight in the octagon or in a boxing, looking for a proverbial TKO or knockout in the first round.

The official checks on Qent who appears to be lucid enough to respond to him. Crowne tries to move back in but the referee intercepts her on medical grounds. Crowne however attempts to move past him but finds her path blocked threatening her with a disqualification if she attacked someone who may be ruled unable to defend herself. Qent of course was far from finished, using those few precious seconds to get back up as she lunges forward with the Tomahawk Chop (clothesline), missing the referee who managed to step out of the line of fire just a split second before connecting with Crowne!

North: We've seen that before! Tomahawk Chop to Crowne, look at that impact!

DIC: And there goes the so called early advantage, up in smoke! "Pretty" Fay Qent is looking very pretty about right now, the felon is gellin!

North: Did you really just go there?

DIC: What? I mean, she is.

Qent stumbles to the other set of ropes and grabs a hold of them as the official was now checking on Crowne. Aurore appeared to be pleased with the reversal of fortune but Qent was far from satisfied as she was sure to follow up with a knee drop to the face much to the official's ire. The official gives Qent a similar warning but is brushed aside as she begins to hammer down on Crowne with some serious heavy hands aimed at the face and midsection. The official yells at her to stop but Qent ignores him again. Finally the official manages to pry Qent off of Crowne as Crowne appears to be unresponsive to the official.

North: Qent is bludgeoning Crowne much like her previous opponents but she's risking disqualification by ignoring and handling the referee like that.

DIC: The referee will stay clear away if he knows what's good for him.

Qent however shoves the referee aside and tries to resume but Crowne captures her in a cradle pin! The official's focus is pried away from a potential disqualification, instead dropping to make the count. 1! 2! Kickout!

North: Crowne nearly steals this one, but more out of pure instinct than playing possum.

DIC: Her instinct should be telling her to run!

Qent is furious over the near fall as she scoops Crowne off the mat. Crowne attempts to reach for the ropes as she's clutched from behind but lacked the momentum, Qent lifting her off the mat and slamming her down with a vicious german suplex! Crowne writhes in pain as Qent grabs her around the waist as she's doubled over and begins to fire alternating knees to the head of Crowne before lifting her up again and slamming her down with a gutwrench suplex. Crowne kicks her foot on the mat out of the mounting pain her body is feeling but Qent still wasn't done! With the double underhook Qent gets to her feet and forcing Crowne up with her as she then slams her down with a tiger suplex!

North: Qent showcasing more to her brand of offense as she continues to dig deeper into her arsenal.

DIC: That's how you make someone a victim right there, Crowne is about to be the next in what will be a long line to come!

Qent then yanks Crowne up by her hair and scoops her up on her shoulder, dropping her down with the clutch, Crowne's head pointing straight at the ground, belly to belly.

North: Qent is looking to finish this with her own variation of the Tombstone Piledriver. Both women have their own versions of this move.

DIC: Well considering the position she's in think it's safe to assume that were about to find out which one is better.

Aurore shouts at Qent to finish her but Crowne holding onto Qent for dear life lest she be dropped on her head manages to shift her weight, her legs bend backwards, having just enough momentum to land on her own feet as Qent as positions were suddenly reversed! Crowne now was holding Qent in the position she was in just a moment prior! Crowne quickly drops down with The Crowning Moment, her sit-out Tombstone Piledriver but is unable to immediately make the cover!

North: Crowning Moment! Alison Crowne reverses the attempt to hit her own, if she can make a cover she'll be in a winning position.

DIC: Big if. Big. Qent is going to have forever to recover from it because Crowne wouldn't go for the kill earlier. It's going to take more than that to end the streak.

The official sees that both women are down and not moving and begins to make his 10 count on both women.

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

Crowne begins to stir as does Qent who manages to roll slightly away from her towards Aurore, likely out of luck as neither woman seemed to have a solid sense of direction.

7!

8!

Crowne manages shake off a bad case of double vision, seeing her opponent she props herself up just enough where she could make a half dive to throw her arm over Qent. The official immediately breaks the count to count for the pinfall instead. 1! 2! Aurore grabs Qent's foot outside the referee's vantage point and places it on the bottom rope. 3!

Crowne rolls off thinking she won as she lifts her arm in the air but the referee sees the Qent's foot on the bottom rope and immediately waves off the pinfall.

North: This match should be over.

DIC: But it isn't! Qent got her foot on the bottom rope!

North: Aurore put her foot on the bottom rope.

DIC: The referee didn't see it, so as far as the record books are concerned Qent made a veteran move.

The referee immediately throws Crowne's hand back down as she makes it up to her feet much to her surprise. Crowne slaps her right hand on top of her left palm three times but the referee walks over to the bottom rope and kicks it several times to indicate that Qent had her foot on the bottom rope. Crowne certain she had this match won immediately points to the outside at Aurore indicating outside interference. Aurore plays dumb and acts as she had nothing to do with it, despite the crowd knowing otherwise and unfortunately for Crowne and the fans the referee buys her story. Aurore shot off a sly smirk as soon as the referee turned his back which quickly disappeared when Crowne rolled out of the ring and confronted her. "I know it was you" Crowne mouthed as she pointed a finger in Aurore's face. The referee quickly ducks out of the ring and tries to interject, warning Crowne that talent isn't allowed to put their hands on managers.

North: The Robertson Rule if you will, states that talent isn't allowed to lay a hand on managers. I'm not saying Crowne was about to but the referee is going to make sure the thought doesn't cross her mind.

DIC: She has Wendy to thank for that one! As tragic as that was something good came out that. We don't need another Robertson tragedy!

Qent appears to have caught a second (or third) wind seeing Crowne near Aurore and clubs her in the back from behind. Crowne this time wouldn't easily go back down as she swung back and caught her with an elbow to the face. The match quickly devolves into an all out brawl as they trade soup bones to the face, right and left fists flew like a fury rarely seen outside of a octagon or boxing ring. The referee tries to regain control but Crowne and Qent were both too far gone, the illusion of regard for wrestling etiquette had completely collapsed. The crowd was eating this up however, everyone was on their feet as the two competitors were trying to kill one another at this point. "THIS IS AWESOME!"

"THIS IS AWESOME!" "THIS IS AWESOME!" "THIS IS AWESOME!" "THIS IS AWESOME!"

North: The crowd is acknowledging both women here; they are giving it their all right now.

DIC: Well when you make things personal by confronting someone's manager like that; yeah I imagine sparks would fly.

North: This was already personal to begin with.

The fighting quickly spills by the barricade as Qent forced Crowne's back to the barricade. The referee desperately tried to regain a semblance of order as he tries to split them up and ensure fan safety but is quickly caught and dropped by an errant punch by Crowne that was meant for Qent!

North: They're trying to kill each other right now but the referee got caught in the crossfire!

DIC: I don't see you crucifying her over striking an official. If it was Qent that did that you'd be putting her through the ringer.

North: It's different when it's on accident. It's pretty clear the punch was going towards Qent but the referee just happened to be too close to the action and got hit by mistake.

Crowne couldn't believe she accidentally hit the referee as she looked down in shock, giving Qent the opportunity to clothesline her over the barricade. Now with nobody to keep order everything was in play as Qent climbed over the barricade to meet her in the crowd. Qent went to drive her foot into the skull of Crowne but nearly loses her footing on the slick floor; somebody must have spilled some of their soda earlier, which gives Crowne the opportunity she needs to drive a body punch right into the gut of Qent. Qent lets out a gasp as Aurore seems to orbit around the barricade trying to see what was happening. Crowne wasn't about to let up as she snared her in a muay thai clinch as she threw her knee right into her breadbasket, before alternating with her right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Not relenting on her pressure she follows it up with with two alternating fluid elbow shots.

North: Crowne looking to complete her signature combination, the Crimson Hurricane, known as such due to the vicious and fluid striking combinations.

Crowne looks to complete the combination with a high angle Muay Thai kick aimed right for the back of Qent's head. Qent however would have other plans as she grabbed a fan's soda on the ground and ducked the kick before throwing the fizzy liquid into her foe's face!

DIC: Looks like some Mountain Dew Code Red got dumped all over that Crimson Hurricane. Crowne opened this box by striking the referee and now she's paying for it!

Crowne is temporarily blinded as Qent connects with a bicycle kick that nearly takes Crowne's head off as she falls hard to the unprotected floor. Qent then begins to unlink a section of the fan barricade, moving the metal section over towards ringside as a section is now completely exposed between ringside and the front row. Security is quick to prevent any fans from trying to storm the ring or ringside acting as a buffer of sorts. Qent flips the barricade onto its side and wedges it between the ring apron and an unmoved section of guard railing.

North: Just what on Earth is Qent planning now?

DIC: Whatever it is, it's a prescription for disaster. Regardless of who ultimately wins at this point The Glorious One comes out as the real winner here. She gets to face whoever manages to emerge from this hell with a pretty good chance to retain her championship without having a prior match under her belt tonight.

Qent drags Crowne back towards the ring and near the obstacle she erected. Thrusting Crowne's head between her legs she lifts her up in a powerbomb lift before transitioning her hold from her trunks to a two handed choke hold as she slams her right through the barricade!

"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"

North: Her body... her body just bent that barricade from the sheer impact!

DIC: Good luck getting up from that one. Crowne is stuck on her back and she can't even get up. Must be used to it by now taking bullets for her trailer trash friend.

Aurore scoops Crowne up and rolls her in the ring as Qent grabs the referee by his belt and tossed him into the ring. The referee slowly begins to revive as Qent slides in the ring for the cover. The referee groggily begins to count.

1!

2!

THRE-

The referee's hand was coming down for 3, and Crowne was showing zero signs of shooting her arm up at 2.99, but the referee's hand never contacts the mat for the 3 as a mustachio'd man yanked him out of the ring. But this was no ordinary man, and he wore no ordinary mustache it was...

North: It's Frank Debauchee?! What is he doing here... he hasn't been seen in over a year!

DIC: The Calendar Man, Mr. February has decided to grace us during his month! He's a one time world heavyweight champion and as well as a staple from his time in Missouri, the ladies' man has decided to dazzle the Ladies Of New England!

North: What's a chauvinist like Debauchee doing here anyway? I doubt he came here just to enjoy the show.

The crowd can't believe it, Aurore can't believe it, Qent can't believe it! The referee can't believe it but before he can make a single signal towards the time keeper Debauchee kicks him straight where the sun won't shine with a low blow! Aurore begins to approach Debauchee, the look on her face telegraphed anything but delight; she was absolutely disgusted! Debauchee places his hands behind his head and begins to gyrate his hips much to Aurore's revulsion but it was only a diversion as a Aurore was steamrolled by a genetic freak of a woman. Bristling with muscle that could only be blessed by raw genetics, standing only one inch smaller than Debauchee she had a good half a foot advantage on both Qent and Crowne. The woman scoops Aurore up, tossing her between her legs and lifts her up for the world's sickest looking jackknife powerbomb that makes Aurore fold like an accordion on impact!

North: Olga Bomb! Now the Russian Mail Order Bride of Frank Debauchee is here? What's going on here?

DIC: Frank's Bitch is back in America that's what's up! I feel sorry for her stepping food on American soil for the first time in the state of Misery of all places but it definitely beats Siberia. Now she's back and she's asserting herself as a dangerous force as Debauchee is about to give LONE a lethal dose of smexy!

Qent notices Aurore get slammed to the ground in a haze of chaos and immediately tries to exit the ring but Debauchee jumps on the adjacent apron to steal her focus. Qent takes the bait and swings at Debauchee who immediately hops down, licking his finger and placing it on himself like he's too hot to handle. This distraction lets Olga slip into the ring and turns Qent inside out with a clothesline so vicious it'd make John Bradshaw Layfield proud. Olga looks down at Qent devoid of emotion as Qent slowly tries to pull herself back up to defend herself but like a soviet bear going in for the kill Olga squeezes her like a vice with a bearhug! Qent struggles to get free but Olga thrashes her around in her clutch wildly as her resistance gradually fades. Finally Qent goes limp in her arms, causing Olga to lift her up out of the bearhug into a powerbomb clutch, showcasing her freakish strength before slamming her down with an Olga Bomb!

North: I have never seen Fay Qent get womanhandled like that before and Olga just made it look frighteningly easy. Aurore is down and not moving, Qent looks like she just had the life crushed out of her... but why? Why them? Why now?

With that Debauchee beckons Olga back to his side, offering his arm for Olga to interlock with his as he begins to strut out with his Russian Mail Order Bride through the opening in the barricade. Meanwhile Crowne manages to sit up in the corner as he notices Qent sprawled out in the center of the ring.

North: Crowne is finally back up and she has no idea what just happened!

DIC: Are you that dense? Come on, Crowne just served Qent a taste of her own medicine, having her attacked from behind! It's obvious Kev, as clear as day and what a master stroke of a play it was. Definitely living up to the name of Crowne Jewel here tonight.

North: Put the tinfoil hat down, DIC. Alison Crowne looks as confused as everyone else in this building. I don't think she had anything to do with this.

Crowne contemplates her next course of action in the corner before taking the smart money; she crawls over and hooks both of Qent's legs in a pinfall. The referee finally pulls himself up to a vertical base, unaware of Olga's rampage and upon seeing the cover gingerly rolls into the ring. 1! 2!.... 3!

Baxter: Here is your winner and the Number One Contender to the LONE Championship... Alison Crowne!

DIC: Well either way Crowne may have more sense than her Gutter Trash friend after all. She saw the victory and she didn't question it, she didn't look a gift horse in the mouth. She made the smart move; the correct move to get the pinfall and preserve what's left of herself for the LONE Championship match later tonight.

North: I admit, the circumstances here are rather murky but I don't think she had any choice but to take the pin. There was no other move to make. Tainted as this victory may be it's still significant none the less.

Crowne rolls out of the ring and raises both her arms in in the air as she begins to walk back up the aisle at the same time EMTs wheel a stretcher down to ringside. Crowne watches the medical staff rush by her as the referee joins her up the ramp and raises her arm again pointing to her. Finally she turns her back and makes her way to the back.

Qent slowly sits up and and rolls out of the ring to be at Aurore's side. The medical staff carefully secure her to the stretcher and strap her in as they begin to wheel her out, Qent steadfastly by her side.

North: Aurore still hasn't gotten up ladies and gentlemen; I'm afraid she's been seriously hurt. Regardless of the way she may have acted that's no excuse of justification for that Olga did to Aurore tonight. It was no excuse for Olga and Debauchee to interfere and make a statement at the cost of somebody else's livelihood.

DIC: If you ask me she got what she had coming! Aurore and Qent paraded around this ring like they were untouchable but they just got a massive reality check! When you draw the ire of the Calendar Man and his Russian bride you get what you deserve and whatever reason Debauchee had I'm sure that not only was it a good one but that I fully support his actions! Better luck next time, buttercup!

Drew Stevenson segment

With this capacity crowd still pumped up from tonight's exciting action, the public address sound system immediately comes to life playing "The Man" by Aloe Blacc as these fans know exactly who it is and they immediately begin to boo and loudly. Stepping out from behind the curtain, Stevenson wears a very expensive Armani suit, which is more than most people make in a year. Ignoring the people, he quickly walks up the steel steps and climbs into the ring where he is given a microphone.

Stevenson: Cut the music!

As the music immediately dies down, these people really chastise Stevenson as he waits for them to quiet down but of course; that arrogant smirk expressed on his face makes it take much longer than it normally would.

DIC: How dare these people! Mr. Stevenson is a legend, an icon and if it weren't for him? We wouldn't see LONE around anymore because he fronted the bill, out of his own pocket when Bux screwed up.

North: So he says...

DIC: Are you calling the man a liar?

North: I'm simply saying that you can't believe everything that comes out of his mouth.

Pretending to be a music composer, Stevenson plays to the melody of their boos. Quickly stopping, he brings the microphone back up to his lips as he's not impressed, not in the slightest.

Stevenson: Of course, all of you dumb people would cheer for the man who allowed one of his biggest workers, one of the biggest legends in our business to be hurt simply because he couldn't control his people. See, you people can boo me all you want but what you need to realize is that if it weren't for me? There would be no LONE! See, I SINGLE HANDEDLY saved this company from going belly up, thanks to the bad choices made by Bux and this is how you people treat me? Ungrateful, every single one of you.

Lowering the microphone temporarily, several pieces of trash come flying into the ring as Stevenson shakes his head and continues to speak.

Stevenson: I would say that I am surprised but I'm not, you people have always been trash; just like Terri Thompson and speaking of which, has any of you seen her tonight?

Pretending like he doesn't know, he shrugs his shoulders and looks around everywhere as if searching for her.

North: This is absolutely despicable. Stevenson knows exactly where Thompson is and that's because he made sure that she was escorted from the building.

Snapping his fingers and remembering, he makes this crowd go nuts and not in a good way.

Stevenson: Oh that's right, I made sure that she was escorted out of the building and put exactly where she belongs — on the street corner.

Smiling from ear to ear, this crowd is raging with anger as Stevenson simply chuckles and pretends like all of this is simply a joke.

Stevenson: Oh man, I crack myself up sometimes. But anyway, you see, when I was dealing with a few things; Bux took it upon himself to book a match, he decided to put on his big boy pants and that's fantastic, it really is, but there's simply one little change that I decided to make — you know — to keep things fair and all, right down the middle.

Making a slicing gesture with his left hand, he wastes no time whatsoever and continues to speak as he really wants to get out of here.

Stevenson: Tonight's match between Alison Crowne and The Glorious One? It needs a man who knows the rules, who knows the business inside and out and so without further ado, I am very honored and pleased to announce your special guest referee... MARK ROBERTSON!

Waving his hand towards the stage, the curtain parts to the side as Robertson comes walking out as if his knee has magically healed. Pulling his arms away from the fans who are trying to touch him, he walks down the aisle and up the steel steps where he enters into the ring and embraces Stevenson who is his best friend in the world. After they release hugs, Stevenson hands Robertson the microphone and steps back so he can say his peace.

Robertson: Tonight is a very important night for this company and I would like to thank Mr. Stevenson for not only keeping this company going when Bux was flushing it down the toilet but I would also like to thank him for this wonderful opportunity. You see, when Terri's trashy little girlfriend decided to shatter my knee, it was Mr. Stevenson who hired the best doctors money could buy to ensure that I would be back as soon as possible. So being the generous man that I am, I promise all of you that tonight's Main Event? It will be called right down the middle and you know you can trust me because I have never steered you wrong before.

With this arena deafened in boos, Stevenson, who stands behind Robertson gives him a standing ovation as he nods his head, waves his hand and continues talking to the people.

Robertson: I know... I know... All of you people are so happy to see me because you know that I will do the right thing and I will; you can count on it.

North: Oh good Lord, I think I'm going to be sick right now.

DIC: Why? Mr. Stevenson has simply ensured us that this match will be called right down the middle and who better to do the job than Mark Robertson?

North: How about a monkey?

DIC: Pfft... Come on now, let's be realistic here. Mark Robertson overcame the odds and miraculously healed faster than anyone I know from a shattered knee so if that doesn't deserve this golden opportunity then I don't know what does.

With "The Man" by Aloe Blacc playing over the public address sound system once again, there's nothing left to be said as both Stevenson and Robertson hold each other's hands up which riles this crowd up even more as they continue throwing trash into the ring; obviously very unhappy with Stevenson's announcement.

No Fly Zone promo

Out of nowhere, "Stay Fly" by Three Six Mafia plays over the public address sound system as Felicia Hawkins and Kayoko Ichikawa come out with a ton of energy.

Kayoko appears... completely different than normal. It seems she ditched the J-Pop outfit for a coat like Felicia's that has 'Yoyo' airbrushed on the back in black font with a red background. She has on a black snapback hat, turned backwards, with NFZ airbrushed in the same manner. Under her coat is a red t-shirt with Yoyo airbrushed on it. The rest of her attire is black and red sneakers and black cargo pants that on the backside have NFZ airbrushed on it, and YOYO YOKO airbrushed on the side of her right leg.

Felicia is in similar attire, but wearing a black sports bra with FLY airbrushed on it and STAY FLY airbrushed on the side of her right leg on her black colored tights.

Running down the aisle while slapping hands with all of the fans, they slide into the ring from underneath the bottom rope and quickly climbs to the top rope where they throw up their hands to a very solid reaction from this capacity crowd.

DIC: ..... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What?! Look at Kayoko! What... What is she WEARING?!

North: I don't see anything wrong with what she's wearing.

DIC: You wouldn't. She's obviously trying to copycat Felicia. Oh my God. Does she think she's street now?

North: She's just expressing herself!

The music starts to die down as Felicia asks for a microphone.

Felicia: HI PORTLAND!

She holds the microphone out to the crowd.

Crowd: HI FELICIAAAA!

Felicia: As you can see, I got somebody with me tonight who wants to say what up!

Felicia hands the microphone to Kayoko.

Kayoko: YOYOYOYO! WASSUP FARRCOOOOAST!

The crowd cheers!

Kayoko: Dis is ya girru YOYO YOKO! And we aaaare

The two in Unison: NO FLY ZONE!

Kayoko: Because...!

Felicia: You can't cross us, and we're just too fly for competition to come into our zone! And what are we gonna do, YOYO?!

Kayoko: And we are gonna WIN za TAG TEAM CRASSIC!

Felicia: That's right! There's what, 8 teams that can fit? And we're throwing our hats in!

The two take off their snapbacks and toss them into the crowd!

Felicia: Because we are the FRESHEST, the FLYEST new tag team in LONE and the two of us are going to make it to the finals and WIN! And leave the competition saying...

Crowd: BYE FELICIA!

Felicia: Starting with Spice and Ice!

Felicia hands the mic to a stagehand.

No Fly Zone (Kayoko "Yo-Yo Yoko" Ichikawa & "Fly" Felicia Hawkins) vs. Spice & Ice (Cinnamon & Violent Violet)

Baxter: This match is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit! Standing in the ring, they are "FLY" FELICIA HAWKINS and KAYOKO ICHIKAWA... NO... FLY... ZONE!!!

Climbing down off of the top rope, they slap hands with each other and get ready for their upcoming match.

Baxter: And their opponent...

Suddenly "Cinnamon Girl" by Neil Young plays over the public address sound system as both Cinnamon and Violent Violet step out onto the stage to a large chorus of boos.

Baxter: ... Coming down to the ring, they are CINNAMON AND VIOLENT VIOLET... SPICE AND IIIICEEEE!!!

Walking down the aisle and to the ring, they walk up the steel steps and step into the ring. Looking at Felicia and Kayoko; they smirk and stand in their respective corner, waiting for the match to begin.

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

North: Starting the match off is Kayoko going up against Cinnamon.

DIC: Cinnamon looks AMAZING tonight.

North: Nobody can deny that!

Circling around each other, both women get a feel for the other as they embrace in a collar and elbow tie up. Showing she is stronger, Kayoko has the upper hand, pushing Cinnamon back into the nearest turnbuckle as the referee makes them release the tie up. With both women holding their hands up into the air, Cinnamon throws a finger to the eye as the referee warns her not to do it again.

DIC: Cinnamon is not only super sexy but smart too.

North: That was a dirty move.

Holding her eye, Cinnamon charges in from behind and chop blocks her but above the knee so the referee can't say anything. Dropping down to the canvas while clutching her leg, Cinnamon takes the advantage and applies a modified leg lock as Kayoko is riving in pain.

North: Smart move here trying to take that leg out because if she doesn't have that leg then that eliminates a good portion of her offense.

Scratching and clawing her way to the ropes, she manages to grab the bottom rope as the referee signals to Cinnamon that she needs to release the hold. Milking the count to four, she finally releases it as the referee gets on to her but all she does is smile.

DIC: God I love this woman. She is vicious, sexy and already trying to rip that leg off.

Rising to her feet, she throws her arms into the air and taunts Kayoko as these fans boo her loudly. Pulling herself up using the ropes, Cinnamon grabs her by the hair but is met with a quick kick to the face as Kayoko shows her flexibility. Falling down to the canvas, clutching her jaw, Kayoko grabs the top rope, measures her up and springboards off with a Moonsault right onto Cinnamon's busty torso while immediately hooking the leg.

North: And just like that, Kayoko has turned the tide here.

One...

Two...

Pressing her shoulder off of the canvas, Kayoko reaches over and tags in Hawkins who enters to a sea of cheers.

North: Here comes Felicia Hawkins!

Stomping on Cinnamon, she pulls her up but from out of nowhere, Violet springs into the ring and yanks Hawkins down to the canvas by her long blonde hair. Trying to enter the ring, the referee stops Kayoko as both Cinnamon and Violet begin stomping on a helpless Hawkins. Slapping her own hand, Cinnamon exits the ring as Violet is the illegal woman in the ring but the referee doesn't know any better.

North: Of course, Cinnamon illegally tagging Violet into this match.

DIC: Shows who's smarter between these two teams.

North: Smarter or playing fair?

Yanking Hawkins up to her feet, Violet rears back and hits her with a knife edge chop which echoes loudly throughout the arena. Clutching her chest in pain, she gets angry and both women become trading chops as this crowd "woooooos" with every chop traded. Gaining the upper hand, Hawkins chops her repeatedly, that is until Violet pokes Hawkins in the eye and quickly nails a float over DDT.

North: Hawkins is out cold here.

DIC: This could be over here!

Slowly draping her arm over the lifeless body up Hawkins; the referee drops down to make the count.

One...

Two...

Thr...

Pressing her shoulder off of the canvas, the referee holds up two fingers as Violet argues that it was a three count. Utilizing this time to crawl to the ropes, Felicia gets to her feet and as Violet charges in with a full head of steam; Hawkins darts out of the way as Violet strikes the turnbuckle chest first and as she stumbles back, Hawkins grabs her by the back of the head and plants her down to the canvas with a reverse DDT. Going up to the top rope, Hawkins jumps off catching major air.

North: BYE FELICIA! BYE FELICIA!

Landing on top of Violet, she quickly hooks the leg as the referee drops down to make the count.

One...

Two...

Thr... Ding... Ding... Ding...

Rolling off of her body, thinking that they won, we hear Baxter loud and clear.

Baxter: This match has ended in a... DRAW!

With everyone disappointed, with the exception of Cinnamon and Violet, the fans are screaming "FIVE MORE MINUTES" repeatedly as everyone is severely disappointed right now.

Backstage Segment

We now switch to the parking lot outside of the LONE arena. The crowd starts to erupt as they see their hometown hero, "Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson marching with a purpose towards the front of the arena, where the fans entered. Standing in front of the door is the large, imposing figure of Sloan, the head of security at LONE.

Terri pulls out a ticket stub and waves it at him.

Terri: I'm a ticket holder, please let me through.

Sloan glances down at her and shakes his head, arms folded across his chest.

Sloan: No can do.

Terri raises her brow in confusion.

Terri: What? But I've bought a ticket.

Sloan: Mr. Stevenson says that your kind isn't welcome around here.

Terri: My kind? What the hell is that supposed to mean, you mean the kind of person who would buy a ticket?

Sloan: I think you know exactly what I mean.

Terri: Excuse me, but that sounds like discrimination to me. I bought a ticket, and I'd like to be let through.

Sloan: Mr. Stevenson says you are not to be allowed in. Ticket or not.

Terri is visibly upset now, face reddening.

Terri: This is some BULLSHIT!

Terri points her finger accusingly at Sloan.

Terri: And you know it! I want a damn REFUND!

Sloan: I'm afraid you're not going to get one. So why don't you do us all a favor and just leave.

Terri: I'm not leaving until I get my refund!

Sloan: Mr. Stevenson thought you'd want a refund. He states you'll get your refund when Mr. Robertson gets a refund for his knee.

Terri shakes her head slowly.

Terri: Unbelievable... And don't you worry, Robertson will get a refund for his knee.

Terri turns and walks off.

Ainslee Avalon vs Slapp

"Holy Diver" by Killswitch Engage blasts across the speakers with boos to no surprise. Swinging the curtain open she comes out and stands at the top of the entrance for a moment, looking out to all of the people with a smile making her way down the ramp at a moderate pace.

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring first, from New York City, she is AINSLEE AVVAAALLLOOOON!

Reaching the ring, Ainslee rolls in. Getting to her feet she walks over to a corner and props herself up in it, laying across the top ropes, waiting. Holy Diver fades out and "Chicken Huntin" by ICP hits with a mixed reaction and Slapp and Tick L, the Juggalettes come out waving their arms side to side in the air and some of the crowd is into it but not everybody. They get to the ring and figure out it will be Slapp to take on Ainslee.

Baxter: And her opponent now in the ring, representing one half of the Juggalettes, SLAAAAAPPPPPP!

The bell rings, in one corner is one half of the Juggalettes, Slapp, with her partner Tick L. in her corner. The other is the third generation athlete, the lady with the temper, Ainslee Avalon. Ainslee wasting no time when she heard the bell and rushed into Slapp in the corner with a rough knee doubling Slapp over quickly. Ainslee lifts her up and strikes another knee, followed by another and another and even another before the official broke it up. The crowd booed and Ainslee backed it up and when Slapp came stumbling out of the corner she was turned inside out, flipping completely around in the air and landing hard on her back with a lariat.

North: What a lariat! Ainslee has been on the strong offense since this match began and is not letting up. It's been a few months since we've seen her but it looks like she's not going to take going unnoticed very lightly anymore!

DIC: Come on North, call it a clothesline! This is the type of woman that tries to dominate a man's world! A clothesline is about all this one is good for!

North: That's definitely taking things a bit far there, DIC. I'd dare you to spend 10 seconds in the ring with any of the women on the LONE roster after you say that to their face and see what happens.

DIC: North we both know the answer to that! They can't resist the D! They'd be all over me! HA! I even rhymed!

Outside the ring, TIck L. is encouraging her partner to get up while Ainslee taunts at Slapp and even smacks her upside the head a few times. Ainslee gets close and Slapp throws an elbow into the side of her head and looked to maybe have even clipped Ainslee a bit as she stumbled; backing up and even dropped to a knee, causing Slapp to start getting cocky. Slapp gained her composure while the ref was checking on Aisnlee but Slapp shoves the ref out of the way throwing Ainslee into the corner and starts to just throw head-butt after head-butt catching Ainslee completely off guard but once she realizes what is going on, Ainslee drops down with another head-butt incoming, causing Slapp to hit her head on the corner. Holding her forehead, Ainslee gets a rear waist lock and lifts Slapp off her feet and slams her down on her gut with a belly to back side suplex, with impact.

North: I have to say that I'm really caught off guard by the offense put in here tonight by Slapp. It's almost like she knew that she was going to have the fight of her life here tonight and had something to prove but Ainslee is having none of it!

DIC: You know the Juggalettes asked me out once, and I was having none of it either!

North: How does that have anything to do with--
DIC: Don't question the D!

North: Well how about you focus on the match then instead of your *TWIZTED* mind. Ha, get it. Juggalette, Twizted?!

DIC: Get that outta here! You and your rap music.

North: Well back on track here, Ainslee just countered out of that trap she looked to be in with a big suplex taking control again!

The match continues like this for a while, Ainslee is in control and with Slapp on her feet, Ainslee carries her over to the ropes, laying Slapp's body across the middle rope so that a chunk of her torso is hanging outside. Ainslee on the apron starts to throw vicious knee strikes into Slapp and Tick L. comes running up outside and grabs at Ainslee's foot trying to stop the attack. Ainslee simply pushes Tick L. off and into the nearby barricade not caring at all about the extra party. Ainslee then starts to throw more knees into Slapp before shoving her back into the ring, struggling for some air. With the referee checking on her, Tick L comes back and yanks Ainslee to the floor but she lands flat on her feet and gives Tick L a death glare before she starts to back off and Ainslee slides back into the ring. Of course The Juggalettes are far from done because as soon as Tick L had the chance, she jumped right on that apron and grabbed Ainslee's arms, holding her across the ropes.

North: It looks like the 2 on 1 has been getting to Ainslee a bit here tonight! While she's held good control, the numbers game with these two if they can ever get on the same page really can be a deadly combination and either of them could quite potentially be LONE champion.

DIC: You need to quit filling their heads with these dreams of stardom, North! Look at them! They go to festivals, drink Faygo for crying out loud! It's Dollar Store brand! You're going to tell me that somebody that drinks soda from the DOLLAR STORE could be our champion?! That somebody like that could clearly defeat the amazing GLORIOUS ONE?!

North: What our talent do on their own time is what they do on their own time. As long as they're not shooting up in a back alley somewhere, that's their own business. And this is exactly what I'm referring to right here! Tick L realized that Slapp was in a lot of trouble and even though Ainslee is a force to be reckoned with inside that ring, the numbers game is getting to be too much! Tick L is getting involved and could cost Ainslee this match!

DIC: Just give them some Faygo. Put it under a box held up by a stick with a string attached and they'll go ape.

North: Can you ever be respectful of the women anywhere you go?!

DIC: Once they respect the D.

Slapp, though hurting sees the signal with Ainslee trying to get free but to no avail, rushes up and when Slapp is getting closer to Ainslee, she's able to break Tick L's hold and swerve to the side. Slapp instantly stops in her tracks and Tick L was protecting herself as they almost collided.

North: These two almost had another unfortunate accident but it looks like they were well aware of their surroundings this time! It could have spelled disaster for Slapp tonight!

DIC: LOOK AT THEM! They're already disasters, geesh! Dollar store, Faygo, facepaint! WHAT SCREAMS OUT SUCCESS?!

North: The way they work together! When these two are on the same page?

DIC: TAKE THAT BACK! AINSLEE ON POINT!

Both Juggalettes let out a sigh of relief but that was until Ainslee shoved Slapp out of the way and knocked Tick L off the apron with a brutal Yakuza kick to the jaw with a smack heard around the world Slapp charges out of the corner and Ainslee ends up catching her with the Swinging Russian Leg Sweep she calls Excalibur. Slapp looks dead to the world and isn't moving at all, but Ainslee doesn't look to be done. Ainslee wraps Slapp's legs around hers like a Mexican Surfboard but Ainslee faces away instead of towards Slapp's head. AInslee bends over and rolls to the side with Slapp's legs locked. Both are on their backs, Ainslee lifts her legs, lifting Slapp's in the process, stretching them with plenty of pain of yells going out. Ainslee then grabs hold of Slapp's arms just wrenching in the submission with the move she calls King Arthur, known otherwise as the Pin Up Strong. It doesn't take long for Slapp to yell that she gave up and the bell rings.

Baxter: Your winner by submission... AINSLEE AVA-

Baxter is cut off, when the sound of "Long Way Down" by Haste the Day kicks in with the quick tempoed and melodic hard rock sounds of the guitars and drums blasts. Tick L is out cold outside the ring but Ainslee is just not letting go of the hold. Slapp is yelling and yelling but Ainslee laughs.

North: Oh my! It looks like Ainslee isn't here alone! Anne Grayson who has had her share of issues with Ainslee Avalon is in the house as well! The last time we saw these two was back at ThanksBeating!

The crowd bursts into cheers when Anne "Flying" Grayson makes her return, bursting from behind the curtain and rushing the ring. Once Ainslee realizes what's going on, she lets go of the submission and quickly rolls out of the ring once Anne hits it. Anne is checking on Slapp momentarily while Ainslee is outside the ring just taunting at Anne.

After Match Promo

The cameras cut backstage shortly after the match as Slapp looks defeated with Tick L. right by her side.

Slapp: What the WOOP was that about? We had that sweet disqualification in our hands an you stopped, what gives?

Tick L. pauses as she reaches into her hoodie and pulled out a bottle of Faygo Root Beer. She goes to open it but sprays herself in the eyes by accident.

Slapp: Oh come on fam, you gonna take my magic trick too?

Tick L: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW IT BURNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO.... GOOD!

Tick L.'s face is dripping with root beer, thankfully the face paint was water proof.

Tick L.: I... can't... see! I can't see!

Slapp: You costing us money homie, we was supposed to win with you accidentally attacking me after trying to hit Avon! How are we supposed to pay for that victory party now?

Tick L.: Oww..... my EBT.... ow... should be able to cover that. Owww.

Slapp: EBT?

Tick L.: Enormous Burger Tips, duh. Jimmy Juggalo's Joint out of town. Remember, I'm the sickest hostess serving the brosefs.

Tick L. rubbed the soda out of her eyes, blinking rapidly.

Slapp: That's right! Juggalo Burger is where it's at! By juggalos for juggalos, serving that fam atmosphere!

Tick L.: I'm sorry I fucked up fucking up.

Slapp: Look... maybe we're going about this all wrong. So how about this... we make up for this by entering the Tag Team Classic... and win!

Tick L.: For real for real?

Slapp: For real for real!

Tick L.: Dope! Sign me up! WOOP WOOP!

Slapp: WOOP WOOP!

Sister Catherine vs. Stitches

Baxter: This match is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit.

With the lights in the arena going out, the sound of "Living Dead Girl" by Rob Zombie blares over the public address sound system. With a spotlight shining down onto the stage, the curtains part to the side as Stitches steps out onto the stage looking quite serious, definitely more so than usual.

North: Things could be very grim for Sister Catherine tonight. I have never seen Stitches this focused before.

DIC: Focused or insane?

Baxter: Making her way to the ring, from parts unknown, she is... STIIIIITCHEEEES!!!

Walking down the ramp and up the steel steps, she climbs into the ring and leans back in the turnbuckle awaiting for the match to begin.

Baxter: And her opponent...

With silence from the crowd, the lights in the arena suddenly turn to a very dark red color as "I'm damned" by Vampira with Satan's Cheerleaders plays over the public address sound system. Walking out onto the stage with the Catherine doll in hand, Sister Catherine stands on the stage looking at Stitches with this sadistic grin curled along her lips. Walking down the aisle very slowly, she keeps the doll clutched to her chest but close enough to where Stitches can see it as clear as day.

Baxter: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Stone Mountain, Georgia, she is... SISTERRRRRR CAAAATHERIIIINE!!!

Upon reaching the steel steps, she places the doll in the corner and quickly ascends up the steps and into the ring. Standing in her corner, both women wait until the referee signals for the bell and as soon as he does so; Stitches comes barging out with an immediate assault on Catherine.

North: Oh my, Stitches already putting the boots to Sister Catherine.

DIC: I guess it's no secret that she wants her baby back!

Stomping on Catherine repeatedly, Stitches looks like a woman possessed as the referee has to physically pull her back and warn her. Being highly impatient, Stitches waits and as Catherine gets to her feet, Stitches is right there and immediately grabs a handful of her hair, ramming Catherine face first into the turnbuckle repeatedly.

DIC: I hate to say this North but, I'm kind of turned on right now.

North: What? How? You know what, nevermind.

After many bashes, Stitches tosses Catherine down to the canvas and quickly makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Pressing her shoulder off of the canvas, Stitches immediately applies a seated headlock instead of arguing with the referee. As Catherine lies there, Stitches can be heard screaming.

Stitches: I'M COMING BABY! MOMMY IS HERE!

North: I think Stitches has lost it.

DIC: No, really? You think?

Eventually managing to rise to her feet, Catherine places her hand on Stitches' waist and shoves her into the ropes. Upon bouncing back with tremendous momentum, Stitches flattens Catherine with a devastating clothesline.

North: This match has been all Stitches thus far.

DIC: You NEVER mess with a mother!

North: Oh please, don't encourage her!

Rolling Catherine onto her back, Stitches hooks the leg and pulls back with tremendous force.

One...

Two...

Thr...

Managing to kick out, again, Stitches is beginning to get very upset. Slapping the canvas out of frustration, she quickly rises to her feet and motions for Catherine to get up. Pulling herself up, slowly, Stitches comes in from behind but Catherine mule kicks her right in the gut which doubles her over. Taking the initiative, Catherine grabs Stitches by the head and slams her face first into the canvas as Stitches holds her mouth in pain. Taking a moment to breathe, Catherine hits the ropes and kicks Stitches right in the head which flattens her.

North: What a kick by Sister Catherine!

Instead of making the cover, Catherine walks over to her and grabs the doll. Making her way back over to Stitches, she pretends to talk for the doll.

Sister Catherine: Mommy, please help! MOMMY!

Walking back over to her corner, she places the doll back into the canvas. Smiling, she yanks Stitches up to her feet and quickly hits a snap suplex putting Stitches back down. Making the cover this time, the referee drops down to make the count.

One...

Two...

Pressing her shoulder off of the canvas, Catherine wastes no time and yanks Stitches up to her feet again. Throwing her into the corner with tremendous force; Stitches strikes the corner and holds her back while dropping to her knees.

North: This match started out as all Stitches but now it's all Sister Catherine.

DIC: Thankfully, both women are super sexy.

North: Oh stop!

Placing Stitches' head underneath her arm, Catherine looks to hit a DDT but Stitches shoves her away. Upon returning, Stitches reaches up and hits a seated jawbreaker which causes Catherine to clutch to her jaw while stumbling around. Quickly rising to her feet, Stitches looks to put Catherine away with a pinpoint Superkick but from out of nowhere; Catherine spits a red mist right into Stitches' eyes which immediately stops her momentum and causes her to begin rubbing her eyes, obviously blind.

North: Is that? Blood? Catherine just spit blood right in Stitches eyes.

Quickly grabbing Stitches, Catherine drops her with the Bloodlust as Stitches' head bounces off of the canvas and hard. Crawling over to Stitches' lifeless body, Catherine applies the Sinner's Salvation and after a minute or so of not moving an inch, the referee signals for the bell as Stitches is our cold.

Baxter: The winner of the match, SISTER CAAAATHERIIIIINEEEE!!!

North: Stitches is going to be VERY disappointed when she comes to.

DIC: Yeah but hey, she lost fair and square.

North: There's no doubt that Stitches will have something to say about this.

After having her hand raised in victory, Catherine walks over to her corner and grabs the little doll of herself. Walking over to the now stirring body of Stitches, Catherine hands Stitches the doll and strokes her hair.

DIC: Things are always so strange around here.

Exiting the ring, Catherine motions for Stitches to follow her and being a woman of her word; Stitches obeys while clutching her dolly as both women head to the back.

Ainslee interview

Backstage, Linda Edwards is standing by in front of the LONE logo. Next to her, to her right is Ainslee Avalon who's face is starting to show a bit of a black eye from the elbow shot she took earlier from Slapp. Ainslee is out of her wrestling gear, her hair wet from the shower and she is dressed in all black from a pair of jeans to a black shirt, sleeveless shirt that in purple lettering across the front at an angle says "Third Generation" with "Avalon" written across the back in a nod to her family and she does not look too happy.

Linda: Please welcome my guest at this time, Ainslee Avalon.

The camera pans at her for a moment before capturing both in the frame.

Linda: Earlier tonight we saw you defeat one half of the Juggalettes, Slapp, although it appeared that the numbers game might have been catching up, your experience in the ring played the advantage. However my question to you is this: after the match and after the bell it didn't look like you planned to let go and then we saw your rival Anne Grayson make her return tonight as well and her appearance is what cause you to let go and stop you from potentially injuring Slapp. What was going through your head tonight as all of this was happening?

Ainslee: First of all, blondie, you better watch who you're talking to. I know everybody around here likes to think Qent is queen bitch but these people haven't seen a damn thing yet. See, Ainslee Avalon is just getting started. I don't know what you're getting at assuming I'm trying to hurt Slapp? You're damn right I was! A message - a very clear and distinct message needs to be sent! I was doing everybody a favor! And that stupid "Daddy's girl" Anne Grayson had to go and stick her nose where it doesn't belong AGAIN. Linda I'm getting really sick of her. Everywhere I turn, there she is sticking her nose in MY business!

Linda: If I remember correctly it was actually you, Ainslee, that interrupted her when she first joined us.

Ainslee: Maybe you banged your head against the headboard a little too many times off duty and you've got your memories all jumbled. Everywhere I go, there that runt goes. What business did she have out there tonight, huh?! What business did she have? NONE! So consider what was happening to Slapp a clear message to...

"A message? Who're you trying to send a message to, huh?"

The camera pans over to the left and walking on to scene with a sky blue shirt with a Nightwing logo on it, a crop top style and a pair of blue jeans.

Anne: Since you're trying to "send a message" why don't you quit trying to do it by hurting people in the ring and tell me to my face since you always seem to run whenever I show up!

Ainslee: See! See!? This is what this entitled Daddy's Girl does every single time! I'm SICK of you! You know what? No, I don't even need to deal with this because I've got a championship that I'm setting my eyes on.

Ainslee tries to walk away before her shoulder is grabbed by Anne and she's spun back around.

Anne: Nah, uh-uh! Just like always you're trying to run away! You want to talk about being sick and tired of something? You're always running your mouth saying I'm some daddy's girl, saying I'm running off of my dad's name but look at you! The shirt you're wearing! There's *pride* in family dammit and I take pride in my dad and my family. You don't like my family? That's fine. You think you rule the east coast because of your family? That's fine. So how about you show the fight that your family has shown until you came along! Quit being a damn coward and face me! Put your money where your mouth is and let's settle this in that ring!

"Ahem, excuse me ladies."

The scene was getting crazy and there was even a boo from the crowd when they recognized the voice real quick as Drew Stevenson.

Drew: You know what, ladies? I think I've got the perfect way to settle this and we're going to make things interesting. It seems like the two of you like each other *so much* and it also seems that we have an opening in the Tag Team Classic that starts next month. You two better get to like each other a hell of a lot more between now and next month because this is the next team in the classic! Ainslee Avalon and Anne Grayson! Now if you'll excuse me?

Drew walked out, the crowd didn't know how to react and there was an intense staredown between the women before Ainslee walked off screen one way, and Anne the other.

Ami Reeves vs Hannah Kix

Baxter: This match is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit.

Suddenly playing across the public address sound system is "La Rage" by Keny Arkana as Hannah Kix steps out onto the stage looking as determined as ever. Walking down the ramp with a no nonsense attitude, it's pretty evident that Hannah is ready for war.

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

Walking up the steps and entering the ring, she removes her robe and tosses it out of the ring while awaiting her opponent; shadowboxing in the meantime.

North: This woman has had a sudden change of heart as of late and man is she scary.

DIC: Scary or sexy?

North: Definitely scary! She has THEE strongest kicks in the business today, bar none and that is pretty terrifying to me.

DIC: I think Miss. Reeves will argue with you on that.

Baxter: And her opponent...

With The Legend Of Zelda theme suddenly playing across the public address sound system, the curtains part to the side as the lovely, Ami Reeves comes walking out wearing a Zelda t-shirt that resembles Link's tunic. Carrying the Master Sword in her right hand, obviously a replica, she walks down the aisle heading to the ring.

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

Slapping hands with most of the fans who are sitting front row, she makes her way to the steel steps and ascends them quickly. Placing the Master Sword in her respected corner; she then removes her shirt as many men whistle as she tosses the shirt into the crowd and smiles. Turning her full attention towards her opponent, she clasps both of her hands together and rolls her wrists as the referee signals for the opening bell.

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

With both women exiting their corners and walking to the center of the ring, they begin to stare one another down as you can feel the tension between the two, especially after last month when Kix cost Reeves a very big match.

North: You can already feel the tension between these women. There's definitely no love loss between the two and after last month? I think it's pretty safe to say that Ami wants retribution and telling by the look on her face; she just might get it.

Showing no respect at all, Hannah rears back and slaps the taste right out of Ami's mouth. Holding the right side of her face, this pisses her off as she tackles Hannah to the ground and immediately begins to utilize the ground and pound technique.

DIC: And just like that, we already have a cat fight!

North: I don't think that I would want to be a part of this cat fight however.

DIC: Oh God I would!

North: You're a very strange man, has anyone ever told you that?

DIC: All the time North!

Trying to cover up to the best of her ability, Ami continues reigning down with fists as Hannah frantically reaches out and manages to grab the bottom rope which causes the referee to intervene. Physically getting involved, the referee pulls Ami off as she is on fire right now.

North: I think it's safe to say that this one is going to be intense.

Finally able to calm the action down, Hannah pulls herself up to her feet and as Ami comes rushing in again, Hannah immediately throws a very stiff leg kick which drops Ami down to the canvas as she clutches the back of her leg. Looking for a quick kick to the head, Ami ducks underneath it and explodes to her feet where she grabs Hannah by the waist and hits a modified belly to belly suplex. Immediately taking the initiative, Ami grabs the arm of Hannah and tries applying an arm bar but again, Hannah manages to reach the bottom rope which causes the referee to intervene again making Ami release the hold before she can even apply it.

North: Ami is so fired up to end this thing that I don?t think she?s really paying close attention to her positioning inside of the ring.

DIC: Yeah and against a world class fighter like Hannah? That could be her downfall.

North: I can't disagree with you there.

With both women rising to their feet again, Ami immediately rushes in out of anger but is stopped dead in her tracks as Hannah throws a finger to the eye. Warning Hannah not to do that again, she ignores the referee and kicks Ami in that left leg again causing her to buckle. Stumbling over to the ropes, Hannah is on the prowl as she continues to kick Ami in that leg, trying to remove her offense.

DIC: Listen to those kicks echo. Sounds like last night in my bedroom with Penelope Silven.

North: Oh stop it! Everyone knows you mean your hand.

DIC: Whatever works North!

Using the turnbuckle to hold herself up, Hannah reaches out and slaps Ami across the face which only angers her further. Hobbling on her right leg, which is the only leg which has not been obliterated thus far — Ami lunges in again and manages to catch Hannah in the ribs with a stiff Muay Thai kick as Hannah drops to a knee clutching her ribs. Quickly stuffing her head underneath her arm, she falls backwards driving Hannah's head into the canvas with a DDT as this capacity crowd gasps at the amazement of this intense action thus far. Taking longer than expected, Ami drapes her body over Hannah's as the referee drops down to make the count.

One...

Two...

Thr...

North: WHAT A CLOSE CALL!

Placing her foot on the bottom rope, just before the three, Ami seems incredibly frustrated compared to how she normally is. Quickly yanking Hannah up to her feet, Ami gets in position and begins to throw a flurry of Muay Thai kicks.

North: HYRULIAN FLURRY! HYRULIAN FLURRY!

Unable to connect with as much power as normal however, Hannah takes the opportunity after the third kick and kicks Ami's leg right out from under her. Falling to the canvas while clutching her left leg, Hannah shakes out the cobwebs and begins to stalk Ami.

North: I think this one could be over. Ami's really clutching that left leg of hers and Hannah has been punishing it this entire time.

Slowly pulling herself up to one knee, Hannah smirks and kicks Ami right in the temple as she drops hard.

North: EAT... YOUR... KIX!!!

DIC: That's EXACTLY what Reeves just did, North!

Making the cover as Ami doesn't move an inch, the referee drops down to make the count.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

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

Baxter: The winner of the match, HAAAANAAAHHHH KIIIIIIXXXX!!!

North: Wow... Hannah looked impressive tonight and I don't think there was much Ami could do.

Rising to her feet, the referee tries to raise her hand but Hannah rips it out of his grasp and quickly exits the ring heading to the back as she looks more focused than she has ever been.

Alison Crowne vs. The Glorious One

As I Am by Dream Theater kicks in, and out steps Alison Crowne who stomps to the ring with a purpose! Once she gets to ringside, she slides in and stands in the center, turning towards the entrance way and doing a come bring it motion with her right hand towards the entrance way.

North: Crowne wasting no time here! She wants the Champion in a bad way!

DIC: And trust me, she's gonna get her... In a bad way!

A beautiful symphony begins to play over the public address sound system as coming out first just so happens to be the legendary manager, Mark Robertson and behind him trails the LONE Champion, The Glorious One wearing a very expensive diamond studded robe with the most prestigious title in our business today, the LONE Championship strapped around her waist.

North: It's main event time. Alison Crowne was involved in a grueling match earlier tonight while The Glorious One is as fresh as a daisy. With Mark Robertson of all people as the referee one has to wonder how competitive this match will really be.

DIC: Kev-O, you know Robertson will call this right down the middle; he's never lied before. I trust Stevenson.

North: That's like saying you trust a thief to steal from you because he's good at his job.

DIC: Well, they are. But Robertson is an honest man, you watch.

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Baxter: And is for the LONE CHAMPIONSHIP in a BULLROPE MATCH! First, the challenger, from Gainesville, Florida, The Crowne Jewel of Professional Wrestling, ALISOOOOON CROWNE!

The crowd gives Alison a huge cheer!

Baxter: And her opponent, from Hollywood, California. She is the LONE CHAMPION... THEEEEE GLORIOUS OOOOOOOONE!

The crowd now showers The Glorious One in Boos, and she spreads her arms, seeming to soak it in!

Crowne slips her end of the bullrope around her wrist, grabbing hold of it as Robertson instructs Glorious One to slip her end on. Glorious One acts like she's about to accept it but slips out and backs off at the last second causing Crowne to step towards her only for Robertson to intercept her. Robertson instructs Crowne that the match can only begin when they're both attached to the rope. Glorious One takes her time again to grab a hold of the rope but once again backs off causing Crowne to step forward again only for Robertson to block her path. Glorious one grabs a hold of the rope, not yet slipping it around her wrist but instead clutching the cowbell in the middle, she rings it once as if to communicate with Robertson, who steps out of the way as Glorious One blindsides Crowne with the bell! Finally once her opponent is down on the mat she slips her end of the rope around her wrist, Robertson conveniently calls for the match to begin.

DING DING

DIC: And Glorious One shows why she's the champ right there with that.

North: A coward, that's what she is. Kept ducking the rope until Robertson positioned himself to assist with the cheap shot.

DIC: Would you stop with the excuses? Anything goes here buddy, that was 100% legal, by the book.

Robertson doesn't give Crowne the same kind of luxury to get ready as Glorious One wastes no time stomping on her head in the corner, as if she were trying to draw blood. Crowne does the best she can to defend herself but Glorious One is relentless. Robertson leans over her shoulder as if to get a better look as Glorious One stops her stomping parade as she then grabs some of the rope and begins to wrap it around Crowne's neck! Crowne slips her hands underneath the rope to preserve some of her airway, Glorious One looking for the early knockout.

North: Crowne already is closer to empty than full on the metaphorical gas tank. She is struggling to defend herself right now.

DIC: Superior preparation. That and with Robertson calling the match right down the middle she has the ultimate champion's advantage. And how could you blame Stevenson for this one? Bux went rogue as it is, you can't trust one of his guys in a match of this caliber.

North: We're not dealing with replacement refs here; Robertson notwithstanding. LONE officials have always called the action right down the middle; this is Stevenson just stacking the deck to protect his investment.

DIC: You don't leave your money exposed when you don't need to. This is as close as you can get to protecting the champion in a bullet proof motorcade. Bux can't be trusted to have this match called fairly.

North: And that's how I know you're on the Stevenson Bonus Payroll.

DIC: Damn straight, and you're not invited. I get the big bucks because I don't blindly follow Jack E. Bux.

Crowne struggles to get to her feet, her eyes watching Robertson like a hawk who seems more than eager to call a quick one but for the moment is allowing Glorious One to show off. Glorious One grins and talks some trash to Crowne who seems trapped as the crowd lets their displeasure be heard. Glorious One grins and begins to parade Crowne around the ring with the rope around her neck as if she were walking a dog, Robertson leaning against the ropes with a smug grin on his face as he didn't even pretend to check on Crowne's well being. Glorious One was determined to break her spirit but suddenly the crowd popped rather loudly as Crowne managed a modified judo throw, Glorious One immediately losing her grip allowing her to get free. Crowne gasped for air as she kept herself up with the aid of the top rope, she appeared to have been very close to passing out before the counter.

North: Crowne's martial arts knowledge and training allowed her to remain calm under that situation. Most people would've panicked in that situation which would've made her pass out for sure. She managed to keep her composure where most would've lost their nerve.

DIC: The damage is already done though. Just because she escaped the python's clutches doesn't mean the python didn't hurt her. When you've been around the block like Glorious One you maximize the shots you land and the holds you lock in.

Glorious One quickly rolls out of the ring to avoid her opponent as Crowne was still getting air back into her lungs. Crowne noticing this attempts to make a move as she grabbed a hold of the rope but Glorious One was much sharper and quicker on the draw as she too grabbed hold and fell backwards with all her weight causing Crowne's throat to collide with the top rope! Crowne clutched her throat in pure agony; if she wasn't having a hard time breathing before she certainly was now as Glorious One got back up to her feet allowing Alison to slump backwards, the law of gravity being the only thing from her falling completely. Glorious One yanked on the rope again this time yanking Alison out under the top rope and crashing to the outside.

DIC: I'm telling you Kev-O-Rino, Alison Crowne should just tell Robertson she's had enough and yield. She did the smart thing against Qent and took what was there but if she wants to be the next in line after Glorious One's eventual retirement she needs to preserve her body.

North: As good as Crowne is I don't think many would be able to do much better under these circumstances. Glorious One is in complete control, she's got the deck stacked in her favor. I know Bux meant this match to be a great equalizer but Stevenson has completely sabotaged that plan.

With her arms outstretched wide Glorious One paraded herself in front of a very hostile crowd. A "We Want Terri!" chant breaks out, hoping that the other half of Royal Plunder would come out to even out the odds of Robertson's lack of officiating but their pleas fell on deaf ears. Crowne, barely conscious at this point feels the repeated slaps of Glorious One across her face in a mocking manner, causing more insult than injury before eating a vicious boot to knock her back down to the ground. Glorious One drags Crowne over to the steel steps and begins to wedge her arm between the steps and the post before stepping back to size up the best angle to take.

North: Enough already! Enough! You got the ref in your pocket, you got Stevenson watching over you like Satan's Guardian Angel. No reason to try to shatter her arm now, none!

DIC: When a threat presents itself to you; you look to end it by any means possible. Glorious One is only doing what any champion should do in her shoes. Protect the investment, eliminate the threat and get out of Dodge!

Robertson meanwhile is pretending to not notice as he's checking his watch, occasionally looking up to Glorious One with a mischievous smile, one that's returned in kind as she gets ready to take off like a rocket. Glorious One charges ahead with a head full of steam but Crowne moves... Glorious One misses and collides with the steps as a loud CLANK and THUD are heard, Glorious One tumbles to the ground grasping her knee and leg in pain. Robertson immediately turns pale as Crowne wills herself up and starts smacking the cowbell on the injured leg!

North: Turnabout is fair play as they say. Crowne attacking that freshly injured leg with the cowbell will neutralize The Glorious One's mobility big time.

DIC: You're saying that because of her age aren't you? Ageist!

North: Age has nothing to do with taking a steel cowbell to the knee. It hurts regardless. It's not going to swing the tables in a definitive way by itself, but it's going to even a rocky playing field just enough to give her a chance.

DIC: Forget it, she's spent like the DIC-ster on a Valentine's Day Night after a dinner and movie. I maybe be a thoroughbred stallion but when DIC goes hard you better believe he goes all out!

North: I could've done without that mental image.

Glorious One screams as the metal clangs repeatedly against her leg. Crowne finally stops to grab a hold of it and slams it against the steps! Crowne scoops Glorious One up and slides her into the ring but her opponent quickly rolls back out, the rope still connected but a turnbuckle post separates the two. A tug of wore ensues but Crowne manages to yank back with authority sending Glorious One's head straight into the post, only barely having enough time to throw her hands in front to blunt the blow as she crashes down. Robertson paces around the ring nervously feeling powerless to stop the onslaught without throwing in the towel on his client's behalf. Alison Crowne quickly dips into the ring and rolls out to where Glorious One was at to avoid the obstacle and tosses Glorious One into the ring once again to go for the pinfall. Robertson drops down to count.


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.................... Glorious One jerks her shoulder up perhaps out of a pure reflex as Robertson waves it off as only a two count.

North: That was a slow count. Blatant slow count.

DIC: Looked regulation to me.

North: You can't be saying that with a straight face.

DIC: You better believe I am.

North: How much does Stevenson pay you to play that act up?

DIC: Enough, he pays me as much as he needs to. I'm not going to argue against the judgment of the man that signs my check. That was a regulation count and anything else I'm just going to have to file under the fake news column.

North: You're a piece of work. No wonder you would never be caught dead in a career in journalism.

DIC: They can't afford me. I win with class.

Crowne pops up from the mat and slaps her hands together three times in a righteous protest; the crowd could've easily counted to 12 from that pinfall. Robertson claims he didn't have a very good view and that his lumbar was acting up and that he was in too much pain. Crowne glares daggers his direction; a rarity for someone who normally was well known for keeping her composure and took a menacing step towards his direction. Robertson, likely remembering her knowledge of martial arts begins to back off, pointing to his uniform before throwing his hands up. This gave Glorious One the time she need to get her barrings about her, as she expertly manipulated the rope, the rope that managed to be positioned just between Crowne's legs, and as she got to her own feet she yanked upwards in a violent manner.

DIC: Yeeeeeeoooooowwwwww! Even I felt that one! That's like taking a wedgie but much worse. Regardless of the internal plumbing that's enough to catch anyone by surprise. And it's completely legal.

North: I think this is the first time we've been in agreement this show.

DIC: Broken clock is right twice a day.

North: And even then I can't count on the truth to slip out of your mouth by accident event often.

DIC: Funny Kev-O, about as funny as your broadcast resume. Keep it up.

Crowne's eyes nearly pop out of her head out of shock as Glorious One then yanks backwards to send Crowne faceplanting to the ground. Glorious One limps as she favors her leg, clutching onto the top rope for a moment to maintain her balance. Glorious One bounces off the ropes as she drives her good knee into the head of Crowne, quickly rolling off the impact to prevent pressure on her injured leg. Glorious One quickly tries to trap Crowne's arm, looking to transition into a crossface but Crowne quickly goes for a pinfall counter... 1, 2, thre-NO! Robertson allegedly has something in his eye as he stops his count, rubbing it and gasping in dramatic fashion trying to fish out a nonexistant foreign particle.

DIC: Man, I feel for Mark Robertson there. Got something in his eye of all the times!

North: Oh yeah, "poor Mark". This is an embarrassment, I've seen kangaroo courts more impartial than this officiating. The only thing stopping me from walking out of this farce is Jack E. Bux. The man has already had enough bad fortune fall on him, the least I can do is do my job and make sure people like you don't get away with distorting the truth.

Crowne sits up and gets to a knee gingerly holding up three fingers again. Robertson once again has an excuse and that he 'couldn't accurately see' what was happening in the ring at that moment. Glorious One quickly slides Crowne on her back for a pin causing Robertson to miraculously heal as he quickly drops down to count. OneTwoTHRE-KICKOUT!

North: Oh, and now he speeds up?

DIC: Still looks regulation to me.

North: That's a screwy count and you know it. Alison Crowne barely had the time to kick out of that and I'd argue that a fresh opponent would have the same problem with Robertson in there making a mockery of the referee's uniform.

Glorious One quickly cuts Crowne's legs out from under her as she tries to get up and hooks both legs in another pin attempt. OneTwoTHRE-KICKOUT! Crowne managed to barely kick out at again as she tries to pop up, this time being captured in an inside cradle pin. OneTwoTHRE-KICKOUT!

DIC: You want to talk about a strategy executed to near perfection? Glorious One is looking to exhaust her opponent with these frequent pins and you can tell by Crowne's breathing that it's working.

North: Robertson is trying to finish this one as quickly as possible now. They feel threatened by her resolve, they're intimidated by Alison Crowne's fortitude and heart and they're looking to stomp it into the ground to keep that gold in the Stevenson Camp. This is a set up!

Crowne is looking winded from the successive pin attempts, having to exert more energy than usual to beat a lightning fast count. Glorious One starts to hammer down on Crowne aggressively trying to put her away once and for good but Crowne manages to match her blow for blow as they slug it out on their knees. Crowne. Glorious One. Glorious One. Crowne. Back and forth they trade punches, elbows, and knife edge chops for all they're worth. Crowne begins to connect with more and more as Robertson begins to look concerned for Glorious One but quickly he's grinning once again like a cheshire cat as Glorious One rakes Crowne in the eyes to halt the assault! Glorious One swiftly grabs a hold of the cowbell and slams it into Crowne's head, the corner catching her and busting her open in a bad way! A river of blood begins to gush out, covering her face and dripping down onto the mat and on her ring attire as she falls down to the mat.

North: This is... I don't have any words for this. She's bleeding like a stuffed pig. Alison Crowne is hurt and she is hurt in a bad way. Her entire face is covered in blood and it's already starting to pool on the mat.

DIC: I'd say stick a fork in her but Glorious One already did that. That's it Alison; you're done. At least have the decency to lose with class here. Admit that The Glorious One was the better woman and end your suffering.

Glorious One grins at her handiwork and gets to her feet, still nursing the limp in her step as she shouts out "WHO'S YOUR QUEEN NOW?!" as the crowd meets her with deafening boos.

North: There's no need for that.

DIC: Looks like the Crown wont be captured by Crowne; it's going to stay right where it belongs.

Glorious One slowly walks over to Crowne who's laying in a pool of her own blood as Robertson begins to 'record' with a hand crank camera motion, harkening back to last month's tag match as she looks to finish this with The Spotlight and get out of Dodge while the going was good. Glorious One has a hard time trying to scoop Crowne off the mat, sticking to it like dead weight or a drunk who just had too much to drink at the pub. Out of arrogance Glorious One slaps Crowne in the face; Crowne begins to stir. She does it again as she begins to make way in prying her to a vertical base. Then she does it the third time; Crowne stops and looks up on one knee. Glorious One slaps her again and Crowne begins to rise before being met by another and another each slap becoming more desperate. The blood; the slaps, it gave her a second wind. Crowne makes it back to her feet on her own power as Glorious One is taken aback. Glorious One throws a punch now and Crowne doesn't flinch; doesn't react. Glorious One throws another punch, even harder this time but Crowne seems to be impervious. Glorious One throws her hardest yet... Crowne blocks it, and with her free hand points right at her as the crowd pops loudly.

North: How did she find that reserve? How could anyone manage to fight through that? That has got to be 100% adrenaline right there.

DIC: She's only delaying the inevitable, she's going to go out on her sword in a fit of arrogant defiance. She's cocky, I'll give her that. But it's not going to matter.

Crowne hammers Glorious One with a right punch sending the champion stumbling back as she winds back and connects with a second right! With one more right Crowne swiftly irish whips Glorious One into the ropes and connects with a beautiful spinning heel kick to the back of her head; Robertson realizes the champion is in trouble.

North: Spinning heel kick! I feel like I've seen a similar exchange before but with a big boot and a legdrop instead.

DIC: Well Crownemania is about to run out of gas I'll tell you that, brother.

North: When your body is pumped full of adrenaline you'd be surprised how far past their limits a person could push through.

Crowne, crimson mask and all starts raising her hands up to get the crowd behind her. Glorious One struggles to get up, falling to one knee several times before finally turning around... wobbling... Crowne kicks her in the gut, throwing her head between her legs and getting her foe in the double underhook clutch.

North: Tiger Driver '98, Tiger Driver '98! It's not very often that Crowne pulls this move out of her arsenal but when she does that generally tends to be all she wrote!

Crowne lifts her up and comes crashing down, sitting out with the impact as Glorious One is driven headfirst into the mat! Alison Crowne goes for the cover. 1! 2! 3!

The crowd counts but Robertson refuses to do his job!

4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9!

North: Alison Crowne should be the LONE Champion three times over right now. The crowd knows it, I know it, Robertson knows it, the fans at home know it. Instead of a celebration for someone who got put through the ringer Robertson still refuses to do his job!

DIC: I mean... Glorious One appears to be out cold.

North: There's no way you can justify this kind of poor officiating. I don't care how much Stevenson pays you.

Crowne finally breaks her own pin as she begins to argue with Robertson. Crowne is heated at this point, fueled by adrenaline and an anger she isn't able to contain anymore as she gets in his face and grabs his shirt! Robertson is quick to remind her that he's the official and what he says ultimately goes. Finally the banter gets loud enough for the ringside microphones to pick up.

Crowne: Do your job!

Robertson: I am!

Crowne: No, you're not! I put her shoulders down to the mat and you count like a snail, or you 'get something in your eye', or your phantom arthritis flares up. Oh but when your girl gets a fall you count faster than the Flash at a black Friday sale!

Robertson: Don't make excuses because you can't get the job done. My job is to count the pinfall, acknowledge a submission or stop the match on medical grounds.

Crowne: Fuck you! You know what? Ok, if you're not going to count and do your job I'm going to break that blowhard of yours and send her ass back to Stevenson in pieces!

Robertson: What are you doing? Hey, listen to me when I talk to you!

Crowne shoves Robertson in frustration as he seems to express genuine shock and grabs a hold of Glorious One's arm, trapping it like she's going for a crossface of her own, but instead of going for the facelock she grabs ahold of her other arm and wrenches backwards. Then with her free leg she starts to kick repeatedly at the back of the head of the Glorious One as she's trapped!

RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL!

North: This is so unlike Alison Crowne. She has always followed the rules, she has always done things the right way so to see her attack Glorious One with so much venom in her strikes and hold suddenly is uncharacteristic to say the least. But yet she's been jumped from behind for months by Qent, who she managed to overcome earlier tonight, albeit with a little bit of unforeseen help; and Robertson has been putting the screws to her ever since the opening bell. Everyone has their breaking point before they snap and I think we're witnessing Crowne's right now; she has had enough!

DIC: I understand Robertson is only doing his job and he's trying to do the job Stevenson gave him to the best of his ability but... if Robertson doesn't stop this one on medical grounds soon Glorious One could be seriously injured.

North: Crowne is forcing Robertson into either calling the match or watch his investment go up in smoke; all in an effort to try to overcome a stacked deck!

Robertson is in a near state of panic. If he calls for the bell he'll be awarding Crowne the LONE Championship; something that he couldn't accept. But if he didn't throw in the towel on his client's behalf he may not have anything left in a champion to represent. Robertson slumps into a corner conflicted, burying his face in his hands as Crowne shouts at him.

Crowne: CALL THE MATCH! CALL THE MATCH YOU FUCKING WEASEL OR SO HELP ME I'LL END HER!

North: Regardless of how you feel about the Champion and how she won the belt, Mark Robertson needs to do the right thing right now and stop the match. It's no disqualification, anything goes in a bull rope match. Stop the match.

DIC: I hate to admit it; but you're right. This is beyond the title now, Glorious One's quality of life is in serious danger. Alison Crowne is going to end her career if he doesn't. Mark; call the match. She has a rematch clause; call the match.

Robertson seeing a choice between bad and worse finally decides to act and desperately attempts to pull Crowne off Glorious One instead of calling it! He doesn't get anywhere with that so he tries another plan. Crowne eventually lets go once she realizes Robertson is trying to force her onto her back to get a lightning fast count. Crowne sits there for a moment with blood dripping on her face as her mind races with ways to force Robertson's hand before she rolls out of the ring and lifts the ring apron up as she appears to be looking for something. Finally she pulls out a toolbox and opens it... pulling out a pair of sheers?

North: Sheers? What in the world would she do with a pair of sheers?

DIC: Well if she plans to use them to give the Glorious One a trip to the barber it's not going to suddenly make her champion by making her bald.

With those sheers her intentions soon become clear as she starts to cut off the ties holding the canvas to the ring frame. She swiftly works on half of one side before going around the corner and cutting off roughly the same length. Rolling back in she pulls back the canvas and the padding exposing the hardwood underneath. Robertson objects, to which Crowne simply responds "call the match". Crowne picks Glorious One up by her hair. She scoops her up and puts her on her shoulder as she stares dead into Robertson's eyes, telling him one last time to call it.

North: This is too much. Robertson would rather let his pride come before Glorious One's career. Alison Crowne is willing to end another person's career if it means capturing the LONE Championship and prying it out of the Stevenson Camp. No championship is worth being paralyzed over! If she hits the Crowning Moment on an exposed surface like that she's going to break her neck!

DIC: Ironic that Crowne would be willing to turn someone into a quadrapalegic over a belt. The person who always went by the book giving herself the ultimate gutcheck and isn't wavering in the face of it.

North: While this doesn't excuse the lengths she's going to none of this would even be on the table right now if Robertson called this one right down the middle from the start. If Robertson was playing a game of brinkmanship he's about to lose in a very bad way. Technically speaking she can't break any rules in an environment where there are none so maybe she feels as if she's not sacrificing her morals; but I disagree. She's about to make a mistake she's going to regret for a very long time; if not the rest of her life.

DIC: I disagree. The fact that she's willing to fight fire with fire, going all in with everything on the line; I can actually respect that in a way. Sometimes it's the only way you can get ahead.

Robertson this time was quicker to act as this time he "stumbles" trying to admonish Crowne, clipping her in the leg as he grabs the middle rope causing Glorious One to relatively fall safely on her back and not her head. Crowne clutches her knee in pain as now all three in them are covered in her blood in some way.

DIC: Mark Robertson's the real MVP with that game saving play. When confronted with bad and worse he again selects none of the above!

North: Normally I'd call Robertson out for that, but he may have just inadvertently saved Alison's soul with that one.

Glorious One is in no condition to take advantage of this but Robertson is willing to give the assist once again as he begins to drag his client on top of the challenger. The crowd begins to cheer wildly as Robertson begins his patented lighting count; ONETWOTHRE-------

Terri Thompson had finally made it into the building and pulled him out of the ring before three!

DIC: NO! DAMMIT! WHAT IS THAT GUTTER TRASH DOING INSIDE THE BUILDING! I WANT JUST ONE SINGLE SHOW WITHOUT HER STINKING UP THE BUILDING!

North:Looks like Robertson is about to get that refund for his knee!

DIC: How many dumpsters did she dive into to avoid security?! She doesn't belong here!

Robertson looks like he's seen a ghost as he begins to beg for mercy. Terri takes her time staring him down, creeping slowly to him before stepping back and superkicking his head nearly off his shoulders! Then she rolls into the ring as Glorious One is barely pulling herself up by the ropes at long last, wondering why the bell hasn't rang yet, only to eat a superkick of her own falling back onto the hardwood portion of the mat. Security storms the ring at this point but Terri quickly rolls out and escapes the other way through the crowd!

North: And with that Terri Thompson may have just taken the choice to end Glorious One's career off the table for her friend. No more Robertson, no more crooked officiating! Now an unbiased official will have to come out here and call the rest of this match right down the middle!

DIC: This is the second time tonight, the second time that Alison Crowne got bailed out at the very end. First Olga gave her an assist and now Gutter Trash. I could appreciate the Olga move but why she continues to associate with PePe LePew is beyond me; she's ruining a perfectly good match!

North: I doubt she had anything to do with either one. For Terri this is personal, being locked out of one of the biggest events LONE has held in Portland and giving a receipt to Robertson and Stevenson to foil their plot and to shuffle a stacked deck back to the proper order. This is justice!

The crowd cheers as Triple D - "Daring" Dick Drothers, an official best known for his time in Missouri comes running down the ramp but they quickly revolt as Drew Stevenson comes out from behind and tosses him into the barricade.

DIC: Yes! Stevenson, Stevenson is here to restore order!

Crowne gets up, unaware that Stevenson was about to enter behind her, as she was looking to hit one more good shot; double tapping if you will, to make sure this one was over for sure. Stevenson spins Crowne around and he shocks the crowd as he slams her onto the hardwood portion of the mat with a spinebuster.

North: Dammit, NO! NOT THIS WAY! NOT THIS WAY! DREW STEVENSON IS PUTTING THE FINAL SCREW TO ALISON CROWNE! THIS IS A SCREWJOB! HE KNEW GLORIOUS ONE WAS BEAT, HE KNEW HIS CHAMPION WAS ABOUT TO FAIL!

DIC: THIS, now this is justice!

North: There's no justice about a boss hitting a spinebuster on the talent!

Stevenson throws Glorious One on top of Crowne and fastly counts to three before calling for the bell as the crowd begins to chant BULLSHIT! Over and over.

Baxter: Here is your winner and... STILL LONE Champion... The Glorious One!

North: Alison Crowne was robbed here tonight, with God as my witness! She should have her arms raised as the new LONE Champion right now, she should be celebrating overcoming adversity to hold LONE's biggest prize for the very first time. This should be her moment! But instead The Glorious One was given every single unfair advantage on a silver platter and she got a Stevenson bailout at the very end! Unfortuntely this is all the time we have here for you tonight, catch us next next month when we... fuck it. I can't do this. I can't!

North throws off his headset in disgust, walking to the back instead of closing the show as the PPV feed fades to black.