2017.11.24: PWN - LONE - LONE 6
Intro
"Hello From The Gutter" by Overkill blares on the PA. The fans get to their feet to cheer for their champion as Gutter Trash Terri Thompson emerges from the curtain, dressed in her usual ring gear with her white t-shirt reading 'The American Dwellers' on it. She seems to be all business as she hurries down the aisle for the ring, championship draped over her left shoulder. She slides into the ring and hurries to the other side, waving to a stage hand to give her a microphone. Once she gets it, she taps on it a few times to test that it's working.
Terri Thompson: How's it goin' Fallcoast?! Whole world?! How was everybody's Thanksgiving, huh?! I had me a full six pack and a can of Slim Jims, so I'd say my Thanksgiving was quite bountiful!
Terri Thompson: You know what else has been quite bountiful for me recently? A lot of bullshit! I won this title back in July, my BIRTHDAY! And I finally get to defend it tonight! And of course, right when I win it, I have to hear a lot of whining, and I have everybody trying to cut in line and take shots at me verbally and physically, so you know what? With all of this crap I had to deal with about who is the number one contender, and who gets the rights to face me first, blah blah, all of the attacks I've been getting both physically and verbally from the likes of Ms. Gucci, I'm sick of it! We've got a match at the end of the show, her and I, and you know what? I can't wait anymore! I can't wait until the end of the night! I want her right here, right NOW! And I KNOW she wants to get her title back and to that I say...
She raises the belt high above her head.
Terri: COME AND TRY! So I can plant your mind in the gutter!
She lays the belt out in front of her and starts pacing behind it, eyeing the entrance way and waiting for Ms. Gucci to emerge.
"Fame" by David Bowie starts to play and Jack E. Bux steps out from the curtain, standing at the entrance way. The crowd cheers and Jack bows to them as if he's not worthy, holding a microphone in hand.
Crowd: BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX!
Bux: Terri... While I understand that you want to compete right now, your match is scheduled as the last match for the evening. We have a protocol we need to follow.
The crowd BOOs at this.
Terri: Screw your protocol! Get her out here right now!
"One big room... full of bad bitches!" "Gucci Gucci" by Kreayshawn kicks in and Ms. Gucci steps out from the curtain, stepping a few paces away and to the right of Bux.
Gucci: Jack. Mr. Bux. Whatever you want me to call you. If this trash wants her ass kicking right now so she can go back to her trailer park and smoke meth with the rest of her inbred fans, let's do it now so we can get this over with and the RIGHTFUL CHAMP can get her throne back!
Terri: Send her in, Jack! In fact send them all in!
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Bux: All right! You know what? Since you two want to go at it so badly! Let's get a ref in there and start this thing!
Referee Triple D walks up the stairs and gets into the ring. Are we about to see the main event happen RIGHT NOW?! It seems like a no, as a familiar voice can soon be heard.
Robertson: HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON!
Mark Robertson steps on stage now. The crowd boos at his presence! Robertson smiles at this, however, spreading his hands and seeming to soak this all in. He brings his mic up to his mouth and begins to speak.
Robertson: What about my client, The Glorious One? She still gets her shot! And if you don't give it to her, well, I have someone who begs to differ.
Bux: Well I--
The Man by Aloe Blacc starts up. The fans are shocked! That can only mean the arrival of... yes! The legendary Drew Stevenson!
Stevenson: Jack, Jack, Jack... You've got quite the mess on your hands, don't you?
Jack: What's the meaning of all of this?!
Stevenson: The meaning? Oh I think you know the meaning of it all. You and I both know the meaning of it all. Jack, you know the reason you had trouble hosting a live internet pay per view show after February wasn't just because of this counterfeit Gucci handbag giving you trouble over her title defense. You had trouble with money, and guess who came swinging by like Old Saint Nick to give you a present?
Jack: Hey I didn't ask for your handout!
Stevenson: No, you didn't! But you took it anyway! You knew you had to take it! You know one of the options you had on the table was no more LONE for good! And THAT is why I am here! I am here because let's face it, Jack, you do a good job of putting asses in seats. Not as much as me, of course, but you do a good job. You need to stick to that. I'LL handle who gets to battle who in that ring and right now? We're going to have this title match right now!
The crowd cheers!
Robertson: But what about The Glorious One?
Stevenson: I'm getting to that. You know I haven't forgotten about you and all you've ever done for me. Now, the winner of this match will face The Glorious One in the main event for the title.
Terri: Sounds good to me! I still say you can send them all down here for a one way trip down the drain into the gutter!
Gucci: So I get to beat not only trailer trash, but some old hag? Whatever!
Stevenson: Good, so no more bitching now. We can--
The lights go out in the arena, covering it in darkness. What sounds like dozens of whispers can be heard, their words indistinguishable.
Silence falls now, and the titantron lights up to the face of Sister Catherine in front of a red background. The crowd erupts seeing her. Her hair is styled in a ponytail and her reading glasses rest on her nose. She smiles.
Sister Catherine: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen... I see that your petty quarrels have not ceased regarding the matters of the LONE Championship. I wish to remind you, Mr. Stevenson, that I have a mission here in LONE, and that is to rid it of sin. I have bested The Blasphemous One, or as she is known, The Glorious One, in competition. It is my mission to stop the gluttonous sinner Terri Thompson and claim the LONE Championship for the Lord.
Stevenson: Does the bible not speak of patience?
Sister Catherine: Ahh, yes, but it also speaks of fairness and correcting oppression.
Stevenson: How's this, then? Tonight, yourself and The Glorious One will go one on one, and the winner will be the true #1 contender, to face the winner of tonight's championship match as the main event tonight?
Sister Catherine: Very well. Good evening...
The lights slowly cut back on. Drew Stevenson looks to Jack E. Bux.
Stevenson: And THAT is how you get things done! Start the match now!
With a dramatic mic drop that picks up some feedback as it hits the ground, Drew turns to leave with Mark Robetson, and Jack reluctantly follows.
When the lights come on, Baxter can be seen in the center of the ring.
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