2018.06.29: PWN - LONE - LONE 13
Contents
Intro
The titantron above the entrance way lights up as the arena darkens. The iPPV feed changes to the feed on the titantron as we open up to Spice & Ice backstage. A little message in LONE pink letters comes up in the lower left reading 'prerecorded after LONE 12'
Standing in the frame is a very exhausted and very frustrated Spice & Ice. The two are leaning their backs against some stage equipment as Linda Edwards approaches them from the left side of the screen.
Linda Edwards: Cinnamon. Violet. A tremendous performance you two put out there. Cinnamon, you lasted about an hour after being number one!
Cinnamon snatches the microphone from a startled Linda as the camera focuses on Cinnamon and Violet. Violet turns to lean her right side against the equipment, staring at Cinnamon as she speaks.
Cinnamon: Oh tremendous performance! Tremendous performance! You know what, Linda? You know the thing about tremendous performances?
Cinnamon's eyes shift towards Linda for a moment and the camera pans out a little to catch Linda in the frame.
Cinnamon: They don't always win you the big one!
Cinnamon stares straight ahead now.
Cinnamon: I was number one!
She holds up her left index finger.
Cinnamon: NUMBER ONE entrant in the rumble! And I lasted for over an hour until I got screwed!
The back of that same hand pats Violet across the chest. Violent doesn't flinch.
Cinnamon: WE
She gestures now between the two of them.
Cinnamon: Got screwed! We got put in early because somebody wants to see us taken out! I mean, take a look at what happened tonight, and take a look at what happened during the Tag Team Classic! We beat those vampire freaks! We showed the Gucci Gals who REALLY is second rate!
Violent Violet takes a moment to faintly laugh.
Cinnamon: And what do No Fly Zone get? What does that street rat Felicia Hawkins and her subservient J-Pop Idol wannabe get? They get an open door! They get Ainslee and Anne, LONE's odd couple! Everyone saw that split coming the moment they were paired up! Then they get the Juggalettes whose only claim to fame is that they rolled up Terri Thompson.
Cinnamon mock pouts for a moment.
Cinnamon: Aww, too soon, Terri?
Cinnamon: And then they get US! A team who busted their ass the WHOLE tournament, and they got to have it easy, and even got to REST before they faced us! You know... The more I think about it, the more I realize there's only one man to blame for all of this.
She pauses, eyes peering into the camera as if she's hanging on the words of the audience.
Cinnamon: And that man is Jack E. Bux! Jack E. Bux, all he ever did was hold us back! All he ever did was tell us that we'd have our time, and hold us back from going out there and doing what we do best! He wants to claim that Drew is ruining things. Well if that's the case, he's the one that's letting it happen! He's the one that's letting us come out early in the rumble! He's the one that gave No Fly Zone a flight straight to the Tag Titles! But that won't be the case anymore...
She shakes her head while wagging her finger.
Cinnamon: Oh no no no. As long as we're still around, we're going to keep coming for those Tag Team Titles and show No Fly Zone why we're truly the top of the tag division and give the people what they REALLY want to see...
She runs her hands seductively along her curvaceous body.
Cinnamon: Mmh...! Sex...
Violet balls her right hand into a fist and punches it into her palm.
Violet: ... And Violence!
Cinnamon moves to hand the mic back to Linda, who tries to take it from her but Cinnamon drops it in front of her, causing some feedback on the mic.
Cinnamon: ... Oops!
The two laugh as they walk out of frame, leaving Linda to bend down and begrudgingly pic up the mic.
Backstage: Evelyn Price segment
After Spice and Ice say their peace the cameras cut backstage to Evelyn Price standing by Linda Edwards outside the locker room.
Linda Edwards: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Supremacy: LONE 13 Power Trip! I'm your backstage consultant, Linda Edwards and right now I'm with "The Price to Pay" Evelyn Price. Evelyn, last month you had an impressive showing during the Rumble after a prolonged absence. For those who may just be tuning in or for those who may need a refresher; just who exactly is Evelyn Price and what goals do you have going forward?
Evelyn: Well, first of all it's great to be be back. Anyone who may follow me might know that I took some time off to finish my degree and regroup emotionally and physically to come back and give LONE everything I have. Sometimes you have to take a step backward to move forward. During my last stint Qent; let's be honest here, she made a bigger name for herself at my expense. I wasn't prepared for that level of competition; but that's not an excuse as to why I lost. Just a simple fact. Qent has been on fire and she deserves all the success she's had. One day I hope to get a second chance against her and prove that the Evelyn Price you see before you today can go toe to toe with the best of them.
Linda, I'm in the shape of my life right now and I'm in a good place in my life. But I'm not satisfied, I'm hungry for success. I didn't want just a good showing at the Rumble; I wanted to win it. I'm thankful to have remained on LONE's radar when in this dog eat dog business you don't always get a chance to make a second first impression. I want to show LONE that I can contribute to its continued success and I want to prove to myself and everyone else that ever had an inkling of doubt in their mind, or a nagging voice that says 'you're not good enough' to know; it's okay to fall down as long as you get back up. Never stay down and you're never out. Now that I have my foot back in the door I'm going to make the best of it.
Linda Edwards: Thank you, ladies and gentlemen Evel-
Ashley Lopez, one of the students from 4WA that also participated in the Rumble last month blindsides Evelyn Price, causing Linda Edwards to fall over herself from the impact. Evelyn and Ashley start trading blows for several moments before security rushes in to break up the scuffle. Evelyn tries to struggle past security while Ashley Lopez wore a smirk knowing she just put her own foot in the door in LONE.
Ainslee Avalon vs. Anne "Flying" Grayson
“Holy Diver” by Killswitch Engage hits the speakers to a rise of boos from the crowd while she stands at the entrance, stepping out from behind the curtain. With a bit of a lean to her and her hand on the leaned hip she looks around for a moment with her signature smirk and makes he way down to the ring.
Baxter: Now making her way to the ring, from New York City, Ainsleeeeee Aaavaaloooon!
Ainslee takes her time down the ramp, and stops in the middle of the apron of the ring, left hand across the top rope before stepping between the ropes into the ring. Leaning into the corner she looks on.
Baxter: And her opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia….
“Long Way Down” by Haste the Day hits the speakers and the crowd erupts. They have been waiting for these two to lock horns for a while but the music keeps playing and Anne isn’t coming out and the music stops.
North: DIC I’m not sure what’s going on here. We just heard Anne Grayson’s music but she’s nowhere to be found!
DIC: Or maybe she took the invitation and is sitting back at Casa de D-I-C.
North: Not likely. And considering how much Anne has wanted to finally officially get her hands on Ainslee, something doesn’t seem right here.
DIC: It’s OK, I can watch Ainslee’s Assets all day!
North: You should be careful what you say. I think just about every woman there in the back could wipe the floor with you. Wait.. hang on a second… we’re getting word that something happened in the back!
We cut to a shot of the back, the smaller screens showing the fans what is going on and we see a table broken in half, Anne Grayson is out cold through the table, and catering and junk covering her. When we see Ainslee in the ring she looks to have the biggest smile on her face, happy with what she’s seeing.
North: This is… I don’t know what to say. She’s covered in junk and Anne is out cold! Somebody, likely her opponent, knocked her out before the match so Anne wouldn’t have to face her!
DIC: Anne probably threw herself through the table because she’s afraid of squaring off with Ainslee! Granted she could have some of D-I-C’s junk instead of that catering!
North: Why and how would she throw herself through a table?! Grayson has wanted nothing but to get her hands on Ainslee, finally, after everything! And now she’s robbed of her shot because Ainslee is afraid that Anne Grayson, when she finally gets her hands on her, is going to win this fight and Ainslee doesn’t like that very much!
DIC: Why would Ainslee be afraid? She’s a goddess! She’s an immortal! Immortals shant not be afraid of mere mortals!
North: Wait.. it looks like Ainslee has a mic!
DIC: Speak your holiness!
Ainslee walks to the center of the ring and raises the mic holding it with both hands and the crowd is just booing her before she yells into the mic “SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS!”
The boos don’t stop but she talks louder in a sarcastic tone, over the crowd before they settle down.
Ainslee: So would you look at that?! The little girl is going around pissing everybody else off too and got herself in a little bit of trouble! And all because she was too afraid to face me! So sad, so sad. I was *really* looking forward to the match tonight too! But I’m here and I’m dressed to compete so I *guess* because I’m such a nice person I’ll give you all what you paid to see because let’s be honest - nobody cares to see Drew Stevenson and Terri Thompson, they want to see *me*. So if any lady in the back decides they want to get a piece of this, then come on down!
It didn’t take long before “Rock You Like A Hurricane” hits the speakers and the locals have a little bit of an idea of who she is from some dark matches, and the fact she’s coming out to face Ainslee and that would get anybody cheered just about.
North: And we have an answer! It looks like one of the students of the School of LONE is coming out to answer Ainslee’s challenge!
DIC: Whooo weeee look at that booty!
North: I do not understand how you can still speak and sit here.
DIC: Don’t worry about it.
North: Does your uncle have some kind of stock in LONE or something to get you here? You are…
DIC: I’d be careful, North, and watch the ladies or I’ll see you in court for harassment!
North: Thank god for all of these talented women here in LONE that make working with you even the slightest bit tolerable!
“Hurricane” Katrina Matthers comes bursting from the curtain and wastes no time rushing to the ring. She slides in under the bottom rope, Ainslee tosses the the mic to the side and rushes at her. As soon as Katrina is up *BAM* she’s met with a nasty sounding Yakuza kick that just flattened her instantly and the bell rings to starts the match.
DING DING*
Ainslee brings Katrina to her feet slowly and smirks and laughs the whole time yelling “THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!” Katrina can barely stand on her own two feet and is supported by Ainslee. Ainslee has Katrina’s head tucked under her arm, and Katrina’s arm around Ainslee’s neck. With one swift move, Ainslee lifts Katrina up in the air and just holds her in a Vertical Suplex position. Ainslee is holding her up and it gets to a point the crowd starts to count along with it.
ONE -- TWO -- THREE -- FOUR -- FIVE -- SIX -- SEVEN -- EIGHT --
North: This match is going to be over just as quickly as it started, DIC, and Katrina, bless her soul trying to make a name for herself with an opportunity didn’t stand a chance tonight!
DIC: AIR BOOTY, NORTH! AIR BOOTY!
And with that Ainslee dropped, bringing Katrina down with her in the middle of the ring with nasty Brainbuster and Katrina is not moving an inch. Ainslee covers her.
One…
Two…
THREE!
Baxter: Your winner, Ainslee Aaavaaalloooooon!
It didn’t take but a moment before “Holy Diver” was cut off in favor of “Long Way Down” once more and the crowd is out of their seats! Stepping from behind the curtain is a banged up, dirty and shoulder bandaged Anne Grayson!
North: Oh my god, DIC, Anne Grayson is back! I didn’t expect to even get to see her tonight after the damage we saw but just like her father, she doesn’t stay down!
DIC: No, this is Ainslee’s moment! Why does she always have to ruin it!
North: Well I’d say it’s because Ainslee stopped this from happening earlier! How long does she think she can play coy with these and keep dodging Grayson?! This was bound to happen!
Anne has her hands behind her and from her back she holds a crutch! Anne just ignoring anh pain rushes the ring and Ainslee seems welcoming. She tries the same Yakuza kick on Anne but she rolls under it, back to her feet and cracks Ainslee across the back and the pain is shown. Anne brings it back and swings, connecting one more time and this time the crutch breaks across Ainslee’s back. She arches her back, her arms back and she drops to a knee. Anne comes running and leap frogs over Ainslee and then mule kicks her in the face with a loud *SMACK* that can be heard in the entire building with an “ooooooh” from the crowd. Anne perches herself up on the turnbuckle and Ainslee can’t even get a grip on herself as we see a whole different, more vicious side of Anne.
North: Anne is going in on this, DIC, and Ainslee can’t even react! And Anne looks ready for that Tornado DDT of hers and… THERE IT IS! THERE IT IS DIC! THE FLYING GRAYSON TORNADO DDT!
Sure enough Anne just jumped right off and caught a staggered Ainslee and dropped her with that DDT. Anne was in her face just yelling at her and smacking her until Ainslee started to stagger and LONE security rushes the ring, pulling Anne off and medics checking on Ainslee. Anne puts her arms up as if she’s going to go peacefully while Ainslee gets up in the corner holding her head but Anne being smaller rushes right through the guards but pays for it, getting clocked with an elbow from Ainslee before security steps in to hold both back. Anne takes the hint with the crowd booing and chants of “LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!” ring out and Anne asks for a mic.
North: I’m not saying much here folks because this has been a long time coming and Anne finally has had the chance to get her hands on Ainslee! The problem is here is that this was not a signed match and our security is doing the job that Drew Stevenson hired them to do and keeping these ladies separated until they are in an official match!
DIC: Poor Ainslee! She didn’t deserve any of this! She just got done wrestling a hard fought match! Good on security! Break them up!
North: In this case tonight folks, security has to, but it looks like Anne has something to say!
Anne Grayson: *breathing heavy* AINSLEE! You don’t have the guts to tell these people that you jumped me because you *know* that what happened tonight… what happened tonight just now is just a portion of what is going to happen to you when I finally get my hands on you! So before I came out here to kick your ass, I had a quick talk with Drew Stevenson and I had just *one* simple request and he obliged!
Ainslee is looking on confused, and slightly concerned.
Anne: Next month, Ainslee, there’s no more running and no more hiding! It’s you and me in a LAST - WOMAN - STANDING MATCH!
Anne drops the mic and the crowd is hot with “Long Way down” from Haste the Day blasts the speakers.
Backstage Segment: "Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson
After the aftermath of Ainslee/Anne, we cut to Terri Thompson staring intently, warming herself up for her match by hopping in place and then rolling her wrists after lacing her fingers together. She stops for a moment as Linda Edwards comes into the shot. Terri is wearing her usual gear and a black tanktop with her logo on it.
Linda: Terri, tonight you face Drew Stevenson, the first male to ever wrestle in LONE. Mr. Stevenson is very accomplished. A six time hall of famer. Are you worried you may never get a shot at the LONE Championship as long as The Glorious One is Champion?
Terri turns her head to face Linda.
Terri: Am I worried? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. But I tell you what I'm not! And that's afraid! Drew Stevenson has given me nothing but shit! NOTHING but shit for almost a year now! He shoveled shit in my direction and I had to take it! All because of something my girlfriend did! Something that I had NOTHING to do with! And I took it, and I owned up to it! But when he kept throwing roadblock after roadblock.
She smacks the back of her right hand into the palm of her left as she says those last few words.
Terri: I kept on plowing through them! And I am WELL versed in his career! In the career of ALL the members of The Joker's Wild, actually! And I saw he used to do the SAME thing I did in the Rumble and I just had to do it! I had to do it and now I'm here. I'm here and it's do or die! Stevenson!
She turns towards the camera now, stepping close.
Terri: I want you to look me in my eyes.
Only her hazel eyes take up the frame now.
Terri: LOOK me in my eyes and realize!..... I'm not afraid of you. You look me in my eyes and you see that now, and you'll see that when you step into the ring with me!
Terri steps back while the camera zooms back.
Terri: My career has been nothing but overcoming obstacles but I've gotta hand it to you. You've been the one to give me the biggest ones of my career so far. You're trying to strip me of my HUMANITY! You took away my music, my moniker, my girlfriend is in jail and my BEST FRIEND is mad at me! But there's one thing!
She holds up her right forefinger.
Terri: You'll never take from me and that's---
???: What's that? Your title? Because that's all you seem to be caring about!
Alison Crowne steps in now, and Linda backs up to give them room.
Terri shakes her head.
Terri: No. My drive. My heart. And I've told you before, Alison. I did what I had to do. It was nothing personal!
Alison Crowne: So you left me out of the loop? You put on a mask and snuck across the police line to insert yourself into the spotlight?
Terri: Alison it's not like that -
Alison Crowne: Or how about ruining my shot at becoming LONE Champion? I had The Glorious One dead to rights before you snuck in the backdoor and lured Stevenson out to spinebuster me in the center of the ring? Where were you then? Terri, I've done nothing but have your back and when you defeated Ms. Gucci to win that belt there was nobody happier than me; after how much... crap we had to deal with the Gucci Gals. You fought hard for that belt and you earned it. You deserved your time in the limelight. While you were chasing your dream I was dealing with a damn felon jumping me every month without you lifting a finger to watch my back like I've had yours for over the past year. I never held it against you because I knew you had your hands full; you had a tremendous target on your back.
She paused as she looked Terri directly in the eyes as an uncomfortable silence set in before continuing.
Alison Crowne: Then you lost it. Stevenson forced you to the back of the line. I'm not here to argue whether that was right or wrong of him; you and I have had this conversation in private before, but you lost your spot. I still had your back, putting my own career at risk by merely associating with you. Do you know how many death glares I get backstage every single month? People think I'm some angel of death because bad things follow you and I watch your six and they're afraid of invoking wrath from management. I've lost friends in the back over you; people I was close to. But you had your head somewhere else when you took your eye off the tag titles and when I got a shot at something you felt was yours and only yours to pursue... you spoiled it. You made your mess MY business and you've taken money out of my paycheck.
Alison steps nose to nose with Terri staring her down.
Terri stares back at her with a matching intensity in her eyes, silent for a moment. She is collecting her thoughts.
Terri: You know damn well that Drew Stevenson was the one that ruined that match! An impartial referee was coming out there and he got rid of them! I had my hands full with Robertson, who wasn't going to call that match for you, I might add! As for Qent it's just like you said! I had my hands full!
Terri pauses for a moment, breathing heavy. She's angered by her friend stepping to her like this in the middle of her interview.
Terri: You want to talk about losing people in the back?
She gestures with a thumb behind her shoulder.
Terri: I've lost fucking EVERYBODY! My girlfriend's in JAIL! And the way things are seeming I might lose...
Terri pauses, sighing deeply and then shakes her head.
Terri: You know what? ..... Royal Plunder is fine. Royal Plunder is FINE! -Nobody's- taking money out of your pocket because you know what? When I get that title back, you'll be the FIRST one to get a shot against me! And I MEAN that!
Alison shook her head and looked at the ground clinching her fist for just a moment as she shifts her body like she might be winding back a punch but quickly lets her fist relax. There was frustration in her eyes but in the end she knew Terri was her best friend.
Alison Crowne: Royal Plunder is fine. Make it right; send Stevenson packing. This is your fight; your battle. As much as I'd love to kick his jaw into the nosebleeds I know you're going get your pound of flesh. I believe in you; I'm sorry.
Alison spreads her arms as her and Terri hug it out. Terri returns the hug patting her on the back smiling.
Alison Crowne: Give him hell.
"Pretty" Fay Qent vs Olga the Barbarian w/Frank Debauchee
Baxter: Making her way down to the ring, hailing from Portland Maine, she is “PRETTY” FFFAAAYYYY QEEEEENNNNTTTT!!!
Suddenly the arena blares with the sound of “Pretty Vacant” by The Sex Pistols as "Pretty" Fay Qent parts through the curtains. Receiving more cheers than booes, Fay ignores the crowd and quickly walks down the ramp where she charges into the ring.
North: This one should be very interesting because if you remember DIC, not too long ago, Qent was basically in Olga’s shoes.
DIC: Well... Lets be honest with ourselves North; Qent is WAY prettier than Olga.
North: Tell Debauchee that!
Baxter: And her opponent...
As “Pour Some Sugar On Me” by Def Leppard blasts over the public address sound system, the curtains part to the side and out steps the behemoth Olga and behind her is the sexiest man alive, Frank Debauchee. Straightening his suit, they begin walking down to the ring.
Baxter: ... Hailing from the Land of Smexy and managed by FRANK DEBAUCHEE; she is OOOOLLLGGGGAAAA!!!
Upon making her way down the aisle, her face incredibly stoic, Olga climbs into the ring and waits for the referee to signal for the opening bell.
Ding... Ding... Ding...
Wasting no time whatsoever, Olga rushes across the ring pretty fast for her size and immediately flattens Fay in the corner. Before she can fall however, Olga grabs Fay by her hair and launches her across the ring like a rag doll.
North: My goodness, Fay goes flying.
DIC: I bet Olga has one mean handy.
North: Eww... Just eww...
Getting up as fast as she can, Olga is back on the attack and again, flattens Fay in the corner with another huge clothesline. Dragging her out of the corner and to the center of the ring, Olga drops down making the cover as the referee immediately drops down to make the count.
One...
Two...
Pressing her shoulder off of the canvas, Olga looks annoyed as Debauchee claps and smiles.
Debauchee: You got this baby, let’s go, put her away.
Ripping her up to her feet, Olga charges to the opposite side of the ring, hitting the ropes and upon returning, looks for yet another devastating clothesline but Fay ducks underneath it which causes Olga to stop on a dime, losing some of her footing and as she spins around: Fay hits a textbook drop kick which puts the behemoth down. However, Olga gets back to her feet quickly but as soon as she does, she is put back down on the canvas and immediately, Debauchee grabs her foot dragging her out of the ring.
DIC: And yet again, Debauchee proves why he is such a valuable commodity.
North: No doubt about it!
Talking some sense into Olga who nods her head listening, a fan yells at Debauchee and this sets him off as he immediately turns his attention away from Olga and yells back at the fan momentarily.
Debauchee: NO! YOU TICKLE MY PICKLE!
After saying that, Debauchee goes back to Olga who is entering the ring, once again ready to fight. As both women step to the center of the squared circle, they embrace in a basic collar and elbow tie up and showing her superior size and strength advantage; Olga shoves Fay into the nearest turnbuckle. Once again, Olga charges the turnbuckle but this time, Fay has it scouted and moves out of the way which causes Olga to stop herself but not before Fay can get in behind her and roll her up from behind.
One...
Two...
NO! Olga presses her shoulder off of the canvas.
DIC: No offense to Qent but it’s going to take a lot more to put Olga away.
North: I’m sure she is aware of that but you know as well as I do that crazier things have happened in our industry.
As both women get back to their feet, Fay is caught off guard when Olga finds a way to surprise her with a very powerful clothesline which flattens Fay and leaves her motionless. Shaking out a few of the proverbial cobwebs, Olga slowly walks over to Fay and places her boot on Fay’s face kicking her away in a taunting manner. Crawling away from Olga, Fay uses the ropes to pull herself back up but oh no, Olga yanks her up to her feet and presses Fay over her shoulder with relative ease in a Gorilla Press position.
North: My God, look at that strength! I don’t think I have ever said this before but I don’t know if anyone here in LONE is safe.
DIC: Like I said, an amazing handy. Eh... Am I right?
Walking over to the ropes, Olga tosses Fay over the top rope as she hits the ground hard.
Debauchee: GET HER BABY! PUT HER AWAY!
Exiting the ring slowly, taking her time, Olga watches Fay crawl with a smile. Grabbing another handful of Fay’s hair, Olga shows her strength again when she places Fay on her right shoulder. Backing up several feet, Olga runs towards the steel post but Fay manages to wiggle free getting in behind Olga and shoves her face first into the steel post. By this time, the referee has made it to five on the standard ten count.
DIC: Oh no... I think Olga’s bleeding.
North: I can’t tell just yet but that is always a possibility, especially when flesh meets steel.
Seven...
With Fay rolling back into the ring, shortly behind her is Olga who is indeed bleeding a little from the forehead.
North: It has been confirmed, Olga is bleeding.
Definitely woozy compared to how she was, which is to be expected when your face meets the steel post, Olga attempts to grab Fay in a Bear Hug but Fay manages to get out of the way and hitting the ropes behind Olga, she returns with a modified chop block above the knee, totally legal which drops Olga down to one knee. Looking around at the crowd, Fay sees a huge opening as she runs to the ropes and upon returning with a full head of steam, she manages to drop Olga with the Tomahawk Chop clothesline as this crowd is on their feet.
North: Qent... Qent might beat Olga!
DIC: And to think, I was going to let her beat my meat later tonight since I thought that was the only thing she was going to beat.
North: Oh stop it, seriously!
DIC: What?! Truth is truth!
Not having any part of this, Debauchee enters the ring as this capacity crowd begins to boo and loudly. Standing behind Fay, Debauchee spins her around and drops her down to the canvas with his his finisher.
Baxter: The winner of the match as a result of a disqualification, “PRETTY” FAAAAAYYYY QEEEENNNNTTTT!!!
North: WHAT?! THIS IS DESPICABLE, ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!
With a huge smile on his face, he drops down to all fours and plants a huge kiss on Fay’s lips. Quickly getting back to his feet, he walks over to Olga and helps her up as they both stand over Fay’s lifeless body and then exit the ring.
Backstage Segment: No Fly Zone
Opening up backstage, the very first thing we see is the beautiful golden face plate of the LONE Tag Team Championship. Pulling it away with a smile expressed on her face, “Fly” Felicia Hawkins slings the title over her shoulder and immediately begins to speak.
Hawkins: Have you ever heard the old saying, with great power comes great responsibility? I’m sure you have because when uncle Ben said that to Peter while lying there on the sidewalk, it brought goosebumps man, goosebumps...
Stretching her right arm out, the hair stands tall and in fact, she has goosebumps.
Hawkins: ... But before I continue, let me introduce my partner, one half of the LONE Tag Team Champions; YOOOYYOOO YOOKKKOO!
Stretching her arms out dramatically, we now see Kayoko step into view with a smile on her face as well.
Hawkins: But you see man, responsibility is such a POWERFUL tool because it makes us own up for our own actions. For those confused, let me clarify it for you — Spice and Ice; Cinnamon and Violet decided to cry all of us a river and even blamed Jack E. simply because they haven’t been able to get the job done.
She pauses briefly.
Hawkins: Well you know what I think? I think the only spice I’m tasting is garlic because they sure are bitter.
Looking at each other, both Hawkins and Ichikawa laugh.
Hawkins: You girls want a shot at these?
Removing the titles from over their shoulders, they hold it up for the camera to see but mainly for Spice and Ice to see, to add salt to the proverbial wound.
Hawkins: All you have to do is ask because we are fighting champions and will defend against anyone at anytime.
Placing the titles back over their shoulders, Hawkins steps back as Kayoko steps forward and wraps this thing up in a pretty little bow.
Ichikawa: KAKA RETA!
Shrugging her shoulders, Hawkins nods and simply agrees with her partner as both women stand there looking incredibly determined, incredibly passionate.
Drew Stevenson vs "Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson
Terri Thompson steps through the curtain, with no music. She walks to the ring just staring ahead, trying to focus. There's no announcement for her. She doesn't slap hands with any of the fans. She heads up the steel steps and through the ropes and walks to a corner of the ring, waiting for her opponent.
North: This still sickens me! This has gone on way too long and this will end tonight, I'm sure of it!
DIC: I'm sure that after tonight, you're gonna get used to it and she's gonna get used to helping the ring crew pack up. Drew's going to keep her under foot and she'll be wrestling for peanuts while The Glorious One will continue to reign supreme!
The arena darkens now, and a spotlight focuses on the entrance way. An overweight blonde woman, dressed like a viking complete with the helmet, starts to sing soprano.
Opera singer: OOOooooOOOOOOooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!... He is the Emerald! The Emerald! THE EMERAAAAAAAAAALD!
The arena darkens once more.
"The Man" by Aloe Blacc kicks into the PA as on the entrance way are 4 beautiful, busty blonde women in scalemail bikinis each hold the ends of a gestatorial chair. Seated on that chair is Drew Stevenson wearing a full spartan emperor outfit, with a spear that holds an emerald in his right hand.
North: I can't believe what I'm witnessing!
DIC: I can! This is the entrance of a GOD!
North: The gall! The audacity!
DIC: The greatness.
When he is brought to ringside, the women lower the chair and guide him to the steel steps. They hold the ropes open for him and he steps through with spear still in hand. He stands in the center of the ring and raises his hands and the spear as the crowd showers him in boos. He then turns to Terri and just stares.
Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH! Introducing first. He is a 36 time World Champion! He is a 6 time Hall of Famer! He is the owner of the Emerald Academy! The PRIDE of Missouri! And the first Male to wrestle in LONE! HE IS! THE EMERALD! DREW! STEVENSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
More booing as Drew raises his arms once more.
Baxter then says swiftly, almost comically: .....andhisopponentisterrithompson.
Terri gives him a look like 'what gives?'
Drew asks for the mic.
Stevenson: GIVE ME THAT DAMN MIC!
Baxter hurriedly gives him the mic and then high tails it out of the ring!
Drew points the spear at Terri.
Stevenson: I should stick this spear through your rib cage, so that you and all of these people can feel what it's like to be Jesus Christ and me as your crucify-er!
Terri steps towards him and snatches the mic out of his hand, much to his surprise.
Terri: CRUCIFY ME! DREW! COME ON! DO IT!
Drew then smacks Terri, whose head rocks back and she stares daggers at him now while the ref gets between them. The ladies start to help Drew take off his outfit and carry the spartan outfit and spear away.
DING DING
North: It's absolutely do or die here tonight. Terri Thompson right now is the number one contender to the LONE Championship for all intents and purposes but Stevenson insists on putting one final obsticle in her way; himself.
DIC: She illegally entered the match; she should feel grateful that she actually is getting a chance to earn the right to face Glorious One.
Stevenson flashes a smug grin at Terri as he leans inward and points to his chin offering her the first shot. The crowd is more than eager to see him get his just desserts and cheer Terri on to fire the first shot. Terri thinks for a moment, cautious of a potential trap as she looks to the crowd as Stevenson leans in even closer tapping his chin again as he gets on his knees yelling “Now you can hit me!” as he rubs in the size advantage even more. The crowd booes at his arrogance run amok as he shouts over the crowd saying “Hit me!” No sooner than he said that did Terri make her move shooting a very vicious looking kick right at his jaw causing his head to turn from the impact and his balance begins to waver as he wobbles on his knees. The crowd cheers her on as Terri shoots another kick off, and another, and another! The crowd is already going berserk as she merciless hammers home with a series of kicks before running off the ropes and hitting a low hanging lariat, nearly breaking into a baseball slide as she connects as Stevenson thumps backward on the mat!
North: That's about as unorthodox of a lariat as I've ever seen, but it was definitely effective. Stevenson is making the mistake of underestimating her here.
DIC: He's a sportsman, he wants her to at least have the illusion that she has a fighting chance.
Terri goes for the pin but Stevenson not only kicks out at one and a half, but he throws her completely off his body with both arms catching her by surprise. Terri sits up as Stevenson rubs his jaw and pulling himself up. Stevenson once again beckons Terri to come at him. Terri this time doesn't hesitate as she launches her body at him but Stevenson sidesteps and uses his hand to slam her down, helping her redirect her momentum to the mat. Stevenson is quick to plant his boot in her face, taking pleasure in grinding it in before backing up and planting a soccer kick right into her ribs!
North: Come on; was that really necessary?
DIC: Yes. You want to call yourself Gutter Trash don't be surprised to be treated just like that!
North: Let's call this what it is, Stevenson is just riding a power trip here. He's done everything he could to strip everything away from her. Why, I have no clue.
DIC: Because somebody has to tell these Portland rats how it is! Some people reside at the top of the food chain while others prepare to. They'd rather drink their boxed wine and dollar store beer and pretend to be on a higher rung up the ladder than they truly are.
Terri yelps as her body reacts bouncing off the mat, encouraging Stevenson to hit a second soccer kick; harder this time. Terri's body bounces up off the mat even more as she clutches her ribs in agony rolling by the bottom rope. Stevenson grabs the referee by the collar and commands him to ask Terri if she wants to quit. Terri shakes her head as Stevenson proceeds to stomp a mudhole right in her, holding onto the ropes for added leverage.
North: Stevenson is a sick man, I don't care if this is no DQ or not. He's not even attempting to win, just hurt her!
DIC: Every action has a consequence, Kev-O. She's had this coming her way for a very long time. I'm all for this being the last night I have to ever smell her awful stench in this arena.
Stevenson spreads his arms out acting like he just crossed another career milestone as the crowd showers him in boos; Terri safely rolling to the outside. Once he satisfies his own vanity Stevenson rolls to the outside as he begins to stalk Terri, taking his sweet time. As he closes in on Terri she reaches underneath the ring, and flashes a fire extinguisher hose and sprays it right in his face as he leans down to scoop her up! Stevenson screams as he clutches his face, temporarily blinded.
North: That'll even things up just a little!
DIC: What a dirty trick!
North: Everything's fair when no holds are barred! He's getting a taste of his own medicine right now.
Terri Thompson gets up holding the fire extinguisher and she rams it into his gut several times causing him to double over in pain. Stevenson stumbles backwards, finding the ringpost with his hand as Terri chucks the extinguisher right at his head! Seemingly on pure luck Stevenson managed to stumble out of the way as the loud clanging of metal on metal echos loudly throughout the arena. The impact not only leaves a noticeable dent in the post but also causes the extinguisher to spin out on the floor shooting its contents everywhere into the air creating a cloud like coverage over that corner of ringside and nearby. Stevenson uses the distraction to crawl under the ring in the confusion, As the cloud begins to dissipate Terri begins to look for Stevenson but to no avail comes up empty. The official doesn't know what to think of it and apparently neither does the crowd, except to boo his display of cowardice.
North: What a coward, where did he go?
DIC: Come on, if you had a fire extinguisher chucked at your head you'd find a way to get away from that psycho too!
North: I wouldn't be stupid enough to provoke it in the first place.
Terri begins to lift up the ring apron on each side checking under it for Stevenson but coming up empty each time. Finally as she hits the apron in frustration Stevenson emerges from the opposite end, his head and hair soaking wet as he must have used a water bottle to clean his face and as he sneaks around the ring he grabs Terri by the back of her hair and drives it into the ringpost! Terri screams as her face collides against steel but once wasn't enough for Stevenson as he began to ram her head into the post over and over again no longer toying around but fighting with a simmering fury and anger after nearly having his skull caved in. Terri slumps onto her knees, her arms wrapped around the corner of the ringpost once Stevenson relented as a crimson liquid began to trickle down the pole.
North: This... this is barbaric! I think he's trying to kill her!
DIC: The price of playing the game. I'd say she's going to need plastic surgery after this but she can barely afford a paper bag as it is!
North: Would you quit it? Her health is in serious danger here.
DIC: Well why don't you get up off your ass and go help her then if you want to play White Knight so badly?
Terri tries to get back to her feet but Stevenson kicks the back of her legs causing her to fall backward; her face completely covered in blood as she was forced to don the crimson mask. Stevenson shoves his hand over her face, saturating his hand in blood before smearing it all over his chest like a badge of honor. The crowd is absolutely disgusted as they let him have it, someone throws their drink at him, but is a bit off the mark as it splashes safely on the ground but another however hits him square in the face as a sick mixture of soda and blood start to run down his chest. Stevenson is incensed as he lunges for the barricade as security is quick to yank the offender out of his grasp and towards the exits; the crowd enthusiastically cheering on this unknown hero as a chant of “ONE MORE TIME!” rang loudly. Suddenly it was if their prayers were answered as several brave unknown souls launched a barrage of soda and various foodstuff right at Stevenson, pelting him as he threw up his hands to shield his face backing off! The crowd broke out into a thunderous cheer as the original offender slipped away from security in the confusion, with the rest of security unable to pinpoint!
DIC: Yeah, you want to run around like El Jinete Rojo, well now your face is covered in a whole lot of rojo. This is why I don't keep a house in this dump and take my family's private jet out to these shows. They don't get their way just once and they throw a little hissy fit throwing things like a bunch of wild animals.
North: That's why you're part of the problem. You look down at everyone from your gilded cage at the top. Stevenson has done nothing but demean these people, insult their intelligence and insert his own handpicked champion to the front of the line ahead of others who busted their asses working here since day one!
Stevenson finally stepped forward as he pulled over a security officer, exchanging some words with him before pointing to a section of the crowd, yanking backwards with his thumb with authority. Several members of security gather before they begin telling an entire section of the arena to vacate immediately!
North: What makes him think he even has the authority to eject an entire section? They paid their hard earned money! Most of them didn't even do anything!
DIC: Because he's the boss! A few bad apples spoil the bunch and if you can't pinpoint the offenders you need to cast a long net and toss em! Make an example and show that this kind of behavior won't be tolerated!
North: He's drunk with power and behaving like a dictator! This wasn't Jack E. Bux's vision.
Terri is still slumped over on the ground not moving much as the ringside doctors have begun to huddle around her. Stevenson grabs a handful of hair yanks her off the floor despite loud protests from the medical team. Terri appears to barely be conscious as she tries to pull herself up as Stevenson stares down at her with an ice cold glare. Stevenson forces her to stand as he ties her arms up in the bottom and middle ropes from the outside as he then reaches under the ring and produces a singapore cane, tapping it on the steps several times. He walks over to Terri and much to her shock as well as the rest of the arena plants a french kiss on her! She resists but is unable to push him away snared in the ropes as he grins at her with a sadistic smile before he began hitting her repeatedly in the ribs with the cane packing considerable force behind his swings as he refuses to let up even now.
North: This might as well be a public execution. Stevenson is the judge, jury, and executioner and damned be anyone that says otherwise.
Stevenson tosses the cane into the ring after getting his licks in as he goes to lift Terri's head up by her chin only for her to defiantly spit in his face!
North: Terri... for your ow health... stay down. Please stay down. You showed your heart, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Just stay down. Don't let him take your health from you too.
Stevenson directs traffic yelling at the ringside doctors to unhook her from the ropes and roll her into the ring. The doctors passionately plead for him to stop but Stevenson instead shouts back at them, threatening to have them fired and blacklisted. The doctors under the threat of coercion reluctantly unhook her and roll her into the ring. The doctors try to enter the ring next to check on her but Stevenson is quick to yank a chair out of the empty section and slide into the ring to chase them off as they scatter out. Like a guillotine Stevenson presses the chair on her throat, shoving all of his weight downward as she kicks her feet struggling to breathe. Much to his frustration Terri Thompson refuses to submit and he chucks the chair aside. With Terri barely able to resist Stevenson locks in his patented hold, the Missouri Cloverleaf as he turns Terri over on her stomach and cranks back applying pressure.
DIC: Abandon all hope all who challenges the natural order. You're done Terri, you're done! End it! Give up! Do what you should've done months ago. Roll over and slink away with your mangy tail tucked between your legs. You're dead to rights!
North: This is.... uncomfortable to watch. I... I have no words for this.
Terri screams as blood continues to drip down her face, staining a good section of the mat under her as she crawls towards the ropes, hoping to find some method of escape. She manages to clutch onto the bottom rope but there's nothing the referee can do! Terri begins to pull herself further using the ropes as she grabs a hold of the singapore cane and swings back with all she can catching Stevenson! His grip loosens considerably as she swings back again, catching him and forcing him to let go of the hold. Using the singapore cane more like a traditional cane she props herself up and begins to swing repeatedly at Stevenson.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Stevenson screams in agony for the first time in what seems like an eternity as he's finally the one backpedaling on the defensive as the adrenaline begins bringing Terri Thompson back to life. With a bit of a limp in her step she goes for a discus move and swings the cane as hard as she can, causing it to snap in two and a section to fly into the air as it connects on Stevenson's forehead causing an immediate gash to form from the splinters in the wood
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
North: How did she find the energy to do that!
DIC: I swear she's a damn cockroach!
North: Stevenson is cut badly from that hit, maybe worse than Terri. He's lucky that didn't cut straight to the bone with the kind of momentum behind that swing.
Terri collapses back to the mat as Stevenson falls like a giant oak in comparison as both competitors were bloody and bruised now. Terri crawls over to the middle rope and slowly pulls herself up as Stevenson is shaking his head on the mat, causing blood to splatter as a good third of the ring had to be covered in their combined blood at this point in some form. Terri begins to stomp on mat with her foot, stomping in the kind of rhythm like one would to tune up the band. The crowd begins to stomp in lockstep with her as Stevenson slowly makes his way back to his feet. As Stevenson slowly gets up and turns around he's met by a desperation superkick that catches him right square on the jaw as a bunch of camera flashes go off in the crowd, people capturing the moment on their phones as Stevenson drops and falls on his back. Terri is unable to go for the proper cover but manages to fall ontop of him as the official slides down to count the pin. The crowd begins to count with the official; 1, 2, 3!
Except the referee's hand never hit the mat 3 times.
As his hand came down for 3 the official was yanked out of the ring to another roaring round of jeers as it was none other than long time Stevenson confidant and manager himself, Mark Robertson!
North: Of course that weasel had to find a way to get involved! Terri Thompson should be on her way to recuperation for next month right now and the title match should be locked in!
DIC: Robertson ha a vested interest in the outcome here. Did you really think he'd leave his best friend to the mercy of a dirty dumpster diver and her nefarious tricks?
Robertson throws a punch at the bewildered official before he can fully process what was going on. Robertson yanks the shirt off of him and throws it on, appointing himself as the new official in the match. Robertson quickly drags Terri off of Stevenson and throws her ontop looking to hit a lightning quick fast count. One,two,thre- Terri shoots her arm up, looking a little confused as she does.
North: I'm not sure this is legal here. On what authority does Mark Robertson have to suddenly appoint himself as the special guest referee?
DIC: Come on, are you dense? Do you see the company he keeps? It's as good as done already. Mark Robertson was always the backup plan! You got two of the smartest minds in wrestling working together and you're questioning it? Absolute power, absolute authority. Get used to it!
Terri slowly sits up as she locks eyes with Mark Robertson who is quick to point to the stripes on his shirt. Terri grabs a nearby chair and takes a wild swing at Robertson who manages to duck just in time and turns pale as his hands quickly grasp his own head and neck to make sure one is still attached to the other. Terri takes another swing this time the chair connecting with nothing but the top rope as Robertson scurries out of the ring as fast as humanly possible. The crowd cheers as Terri gives hot pursuit as Robertson runs around around the ring. He momentarily slips which almost allows Terri to create a sandwich with his head between the chair and the post but just in time he manages to roll to the left and resume his flight towards escape.
DIC: Terri Trashbags looks like a psycho killer covered in blood! Good grief, get out of there Mark!
North: She's had enough! I hope Mark Robertson has good insurance!
Robertson begins to run up the ramp but slips and falls! Terri quickly cuts off his escape route as he begins to crawl backwards, holding up his hands, getting on his knees and begging for mercy. He slowly get up with Terri appears to show mercy by lowering the chair but quickly catches him in a world of hurt swiftly ramming the chair into his midsection, dropping the chair and sliding it with her feet, as he catches his Mind in the Gutter (Trish Stratus Bulldog) right onto the chair!
North: Well we're down two referees in the match now; although I can't really say I have any sympathy for Robertson. We're truly in uncharted territory now in LONE.
DIC: She better pray Robertson doesn't get back up...
Terri makes her way back towards the ring, making sure to grab two chairs from the empty section and tosses them into the ring. She lifts up the ring apron and grabs a sack that she holds up with the crowd cheering.
North: Is that? It is! Terri's got the bag of tacks!
DIC: And you want to chastise Stevenson about being barbaric?
North: He's got everything and more coming to him at this point.
Terri slides into the ring and grabs the bag, teasing spilling the contents all over the mat but suddenly Stevenson popped back up off the mat, apparently playing possum over the moments of recovery Robertson brought him and slams a devastating polish hammer straight into her chest causing her to drop the sealed bag. Stevenson then scoops it up and looks at it before punt kicking it straight into the empty section of the area much to the crowd's displeasure.
DIC: HAHA! I bet those tacks weren't even sterile anyway. Probably covered in rust. Good riddance!
North: I'm not sure who the benefits more at this point. But regardless they've both lost a ton of blood already. This match should've already been stopped on medical grounds at least twice but Stevenson won't let them do their job.
DIC: He's got more money than God, are you kidding me? Whatever fine he's got coming is a drop in the bucket.
Stevenson grabs a chair and unfolds it setting it in the center of the ring before he grabs another chair and does the same directly across with the edges of the seats touching one another. Stevenson yanks Terri off the mat by her hair, as they each stare into one another's blood soaked faces. Stevenson throws her arm over his shoulder as he stares at the chairs looking to slam her on them with The Final Conflict (rock bottom).He begins to lift her up... as time appeared to slow down at what appeared to be the final nail in Terri Thompson's coffin... as the crowd began to go wild. Stevenson wore a smug grin as he saw victory in sight where in just a split second his expression drastically changed as his eyes nearly bulged out of his head...
Wendy managed to sneak up behind him and planted a low blow!
DIC: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOO! SHE SHOULD BE IN JAIL! WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!
North: That's Wendy! I can't believe it!
DIC: SHE SHOULDN'T BE HERE!
North: Talk about revenge best being served cold!
Terri fell rather harmlessly to the mat, out of harms way at Stevenson clutched his crotch and dropped to his knees as the crowd nearly came unglued.
North: This is Terri's chance right here! If she can get back to her feet she could finally put him away and end this nightmare that LONE's been trapped in!
Terri stumbles to her feet initially unsure why she didn't get driven through a pair of chairs before her eyes widen seeing Wendy. Terri is barely able to keep herself up as she holds onto the top rope as she motions for Stevenson to get up. Stevenson wobbles after getting to a knee, falling back down several times as he clearly failed the cup check he received. Finally he gets to his feet just long enough for Terri to flip the tables as she puts his Mind in the Gutter through the chairs!
North: MIND IN THE GUTTER!
Suddenly referee Triple D - “Daring” Dick Druthers sprints out from the back to make the 11th hour save as he makes a bee line for the ring.
DIC: How does this guy still have a job!?
North: Several months ago Triple D - “Daring” Dick Druthers came running to the ring with the intent to count the deciding fall that would've seen Alison Crowne become the LONE Champion before Stevenson ambushed him from behind and took his place. Now Triple D could be the very man that counts the deciding fall on the very man that attacked him; what kind of poetic justice would that be?
Terri throws her arm over Stevenson as Triple D slides under the bottom rope to make the count. 1...2....3!
North: At long last, at least for one night Terri Thompson has managed to find a way to overcome the Stevenson machine! She just punched her ticket to a championship bout with The Glorious One next month!
DIC: Good luck getting past her. This was a damn fluke and a farce and you know it. Stevenson was screwed! I'm done here tonight; absolutely disgusting!
Wendy tends to Terri as Stevenson is slowly rolled out of the ring as Mark Robertson is there, limping himself helping him to the back; looking back once at the ring wearing a face of worry and defeat before disappearing behind the curtains. Meanwhile Terri and Wendy embrace as the medical team; finally allowed to do their jobs enter the ring.
North: At long last the light appears to be returning here to the Ladies of New England. Tonight Terri Thompson is the Tyrant Slayer! Thank you for welcoming us into your homes tonight, drive home safe and we'll see you next month!
Terri has her shoulders and head up against the bottom rope, slumped down on the mat with Wendy hugging her and Terri holding her tight. She runs her left hand through her hair, smearing it with the blood and turning her blue hair purple. She mouths what looks like 'I'm fine!' to the medical staff, who insist on trying to treat her.
