2017.10.27: PWN - LONE - LONE 5

Intro

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

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

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

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

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

Sister Catherine lowers her head now.

Sister Catherine: ... Good evening...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DING DING

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After Match In-ring Segment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Backstage: Jack E. Bux

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

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

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

Bux: You have GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!

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

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

Immediately chiming in, Kayoko is furious and rightfully so.

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

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

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

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

Kayoko Ichikawa vs. Cinnamon

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

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

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

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

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

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

North: Surely you don’t believe that DIC.

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

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

North: And here we go...

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

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

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

North: Cinnamon really dominating here thus far.

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

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

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

One...

Two...

North: Cinnamon gets the shoulder up.

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

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

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

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

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

DIC: WHAT?! SHE CHEATED!

North: No she didn’t!

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

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

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

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

Impromptu Match

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

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

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

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

DIC: CLEAN? CLEAN?!

North: Yes CLEAN!

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

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

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

DIC: No... I don’t!

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

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

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

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

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

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

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

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

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

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

Backstage: Linda Edwards w/Anne "Flying" Grayson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Backstage: Mark Robertson

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

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

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

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

Listening again, his eyes widen as does his smile.

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

Nothing but a smile is expressed.

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

Nodding, he then responds.

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

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

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

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

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

Hannah Kix vs. Ami Reeves

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In-ring Segment: Gucci Gals

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Sister Catherine vs. The Glorious One

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