2017.12.29: PWN - LONE - LONE 7

Intro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Terri smirks, laughing a bit.

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

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

Terri: HUH?! DO I?!

She takes a step backwards.

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

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

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

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

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

Slapp: Holy shit!

Tick L.: What...?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tick L.: That must've hurt!

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

Tick L.: So you wanna fight each other?

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

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

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

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

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

Aurore: Feast your eyes.

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

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

She then points downward.

Aurore: And down with the Crowne!

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

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

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

THE PERFECT SHOT PENELOPE SILVEN DEBUTS

LONE 8

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

Stevenson: Cut the music!

The music fades immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Terri looks to be very frustrated by his words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pausing again, another smile crosses his face.

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

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

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

He pauses briefly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crowd boos again.

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

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

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

Thompson: You know something?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing but a large smile seen expressed on his face.

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

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

Stevenson: ... NOW!

Terri listens to his announcement and shakes her head.

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

"Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson vs. Hookah Jones

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Backstage: Kix/Reeves

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

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Backstage: Stitches

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Stitches vs. Hannah Kix

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Backstage: Mark Robertson

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Glorious One Title Celebration

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