2018.09.28: PWN - LONE - LONE 15

Intro

The building has some areas blocked off, due to renovations. There are signs directing the fans away from the renovated zone; towards the arena, concessions and bathrooms. The end of August saw the entire building being closed down. Today, however, the fans will notice that the arena is much larger, and there are more seats. It seems like the overall quality of the place has been uplifted, with a bigger titantron, more merch available, and even pyro.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Boomboomboomboomboomboom.... BANG!

Pyro in the purplish-pink color of LONE fires off across the stage just after Johnny Baxter announces that we are LIVE!

North: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to LONE Supremacy! After a month off we're back in the building; and if things are looking a little bit different here tonight it's because we're currently undergoing renovations so we can provide better service and so more of you fine and wonderful people can come see us in person. After taking the last show off DIC has ended his hold out and returned to work so if you had Le'veon Bell ending his hold out first well; I'm afraid I have some bad news for your wallets.

DIC: I figured a show without yours truly was enough punishment and well... seeing Terri nearly having her neck snapped... well, all I can say is that it was well long overdue.

North: Come on, we all know you really came back because you were afraid Frank Washington was going to take your job at the table if you missed a second show in a row.

DIC: Everybody knows you can't replace the D-I-C. But I actually like Frank, if a tragic accident ever took me from this world he'd be good enough to save your ass from the unemployment line.

“As I Am” by Dream Theater hits the arena as the excited crowd quickly turns to jeers and boos. Alison Crowne takes her time to emerge from the back, nearly a minute in fact before he finally stepped out from behind the curtain. Wearing a Vegeta shirt stating on the front “I'm not the monster you think I am – I'm worse” and on the back reading “Don't ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness” on the back with her usual ring attire she stares out to the crowd, one that once cheered her now rejecting her like yesterday's trash. She takes her time walking to the ring as DIC appears to be the only person in the entire building giving her a standing ovation as he got out of his seat and clapped as loud and as obnoxiously as possible. Alison Crowne turns her head towards the table near the entrance way and flashes a smirk before continuing her journey to the ring. She makes her way around the ring and grabs a microphone from the time keeper before making her way up the steps and inside the ring. The music dies down ass he goes to raise the microphone only to be cut off...

WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP

She rolls her eyes before going to lift her microphone up again when the crowd cuts her off once more...

YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!

Crowne leaned against the turnbuckle seeming rather disinterested in the chants, perhaps even a little bored as she motioned with her free hand as if to tell them to 'get on with it'.

Crowne: Are you done or are you going to keep trying to hijack the show and make it all about you? Do you think dipping your hands in that greasy popcorn tub gives you any right to criticize me or tell me how to do my job or who to be friends with? Come on, be brave and hop over that security barricade if you think you can do a better job than me because I have every right to knock you out once you're on my side of the fence. I dare you. Try me, come on, get froggy; entertain me.

She pauses and while she hears a bunch of boos she motions for the security near the barricade to step aside; and while a few people make a lot noise leaning over the barricade nobody bites.

Crowne: That's what I thought. You know I can see why this little city in the middle nowhere loves their little “Gutter Trash” so much; a bunch of talk and no action just like her. Oh I see it online, on social media. You people talk about how you have these grandiose plans for your lives, that you're going to step up and finally chase your dreams... or you're finally going to make a name for yourself, move out of that rusty ole trailer park and find a fortune in... I dunno... Florida, Miami or something and make it to the big time!

She makes a motion with her free hand as if she was trying to pick a state and a city out of thin air.

Crowne: Trust me; you don't want to live there. Take it from someone who was born and raised in Florida. But I'll at least give those senior citizens credit in their advanced age; they still have more ambition and drive than everyone else in this arena combined.

This garners some more boos and jeers from the crowd as Alison Crowne was just throwing proverbial and verbal low blows. Another Terri chant breaks out.

WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP

Crowne: Oh you want Terri? Then you may want to check the local veterinary clinic after this show and ask for her because I seriously doubt any hospital would take her in after I nearly snapped her neck and left her unrecognizable.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Jalal gives Demi a meek smile, "Sorry about that, it caught me off guard." He turns his attention to the show and joing in with the crowds chanting and booing

"Gosh, they don't like her anymore" Demi frowns about Alison's reaction. "Which is fair enough since she was a bitch." She leans against Jalal, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's fine. At least it wasn't buttered...too much."

Wendy smirks at the vet comment about Terri before nodding sagely. "You should see all the fleas she has" she whispers under her breath. Just kidding!

Crowne: You people are incredibly fickle, do you know that? You love somebody, you cheer their name so long as they adhere to your rather loose moral codes and stay out of the way of your chosen ones. When I was the 'faithful friend and tag team partner' of Terri Thompson's you people couldn't get enough of me. I had the back of Fallcoast's Golden Daughter, I was there whenever things went south and I stayed loyal while Terri chased the LONE Championship. When she ran afoul of Stevenson I was the one friend that didn't abandon her. You loved me because to all of you I put my friend first instead of myself. I 'stayed put and kept my place in line'.

She pushes herself off the turnbuckle as she walked to the center of the ring in a slow and methodical fashion.

Crowne: As long as I was who you wanted me to be you would shower me in praise, expecting me to act like a dog conditioned to perform tricks for a reward. I was supposed to be thankful for that right? The adoration of all you people were supposed to be good enough to pay my bills, like I could just take a recording of everyone chanting my name, place it in a jar and tell the landlord 'I'm sorry, do you accept all these cheers and praises instead of cash, check, or credit?' Or am I supposed to feed and gain nourishment through photosynthesis because 'at least the people of Fallcoast love me, who needs to eat dinner tonight? I'm full from their love.' Do you realize how silly that sounds? Or how about all those months where I was left completely off the card to let some kids who, lets be honest, some couldn't even apply a wrist lock or talk in front of a crowd to save their lives, because they thought it'd be cute to chase a dream they've had for all of what, 2 months? 'We like you Alison and we know we have in you but lets see what the new blood can do, you'll be okay with that, right? Thanks for understanding.'

She leaned over the top rope as her words gradually grew more icy and cold as she was letting out something at long last that had been building up for a while.

Crowne: In my entire career I've done everything the right way. I didn't use my family name like some people to cut in line and start near the top; when I very well could have. I didn't sleep with any sleazy promoters like some of the models you still see paraded in bra and panties matches or given top billing because they're so full of plastic they'd melt under a lamp and became the booker's personal favorite. I'm not using this as a launching pad for a Hollywood career and I sure as hell have no plans on throwing away my beliefs and selling out to a 'Made for Wrestlers' Reality TV version of 'Keeping up with the Kardashians' selling myself for imaginary relationship drama and getting worked up over petty... crap; my privacy is not for sale. Alison Crowne is not for sale. I do this because I LOVE what I do, I do this because fighting has been in my blood my entire life whether I've been winning State Martial Arts Championships, making someone tap out in the octagon or giving Terri Thompson a true Crowning Moment...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crowne: I'm tired of having to act and pretend that I'm not the best damn thing on any show I grace with my talent. I'm tired of certain people in the back thinking they can suddenly switch careers from being a D list Attorney to thinking they can play Barbie dress-up and be more concerned about what their attire looks than learning how to improve themselves in and out of the ring. I'm tired of the people who think they can come straight out of prison and try to stay clean and out on the street, that their felon status is supposed to scare people into becoming compliant and allow her to take a cut to the front of the line when people like Lexi Pryce, someone who has sacrificed everything to the altar of professional wrestling, someone who was a REAL friend of mine unlike Terri, had everything taken away from her in a freak accident and can't get a booking to save her life today. Cutting in front of people like Lexi who never quite got that second chance to even sink or swim.

Alison Crowne looks to the camera and waves as she broke the fourth wall to shout out to her good friend.

Crowne: I'm sick and tired of people coming in and thinking they can pull childish pranks like stealing people's wallets and then can't even muster up more than a single word and a shrug to justify her actions. This isn't some little summer hobby you throw away when you get bored, don't disrespect me when you're working inside my ring.

DIC: THANK YOU!

DIC shouted loud enough for the people at home and the arena to hear him, obviously still sore about having been the victim of such a prank himself.

Crowne: I'm tired of Grandma Glorious hogging the spotlight when she should be baking cookies and passing her knowledge on to the next generation instead of looking for one final big payday. I'm tired of all the false promises and endless delays, why is it fair that Miss Gucci had to wait FOUR months for her contractually obligated rematch after she held the belt for over a year. How can you toss aside someone who did nothing but what was asked of her and then give her the run around after? You don't have to like her but what kind of message does that send?

But I forgot, this is the Terri Thompson show, right? Giving her that first run was more important, letting her hold that belt for four months without a single defense; that was strictly a business decision, right? Jack E Bux, he just wanted more of your money and all of you were more than happy to fork it over. Low on funds? Nah, Bux really wanted an even bigger slice of the pie even if it meant making a deal with the Devil himself and it nearly cost him everything before it was all said and done.

Alison Crowne adjusted her gloves as she quickly maneuvered around the microphone, switching hands as needed.

Crowne: But sometimes even the Devil whispers a little truth in your ear. When I took that spinebuster,when I had Glorious One's career and the LONE Championship at my mercy, through all the pain and the heartache I finally began to listen and open my eyes. What had Terri really done for me over the last year and a half, two years? Where was she when I was getting jumped in the back? Why were my friends in the locker room suddenly treating me as if I were radioactive and abandoning me? Why did she stop me from forcing Mark Robertson to throw the match out and award me the LONE Championship when I was close to snapping her neck; knowing that the only way I was going to overcome crooked officiating was by raising the stakes? Why did she get involved and turn her 'best friend' into nothing more than collateral damage? Can she really say she was watching my back when she cost me my first and so far only opportunity? Let's be honest, we can argue semantics all we want but I had her dead to rights; all I was doing was operating in the environment I was thrown into. Terri, you robbed me of my chance to win on my own, by doing it my own way. But you told me you were sorry, that you'd make it up to me; we were going to become the first ever LONE Tag Team Champions! 'Nobody could beat Royal Plunder when we're on the same page, Alison. I got you, let's make you a champion.'

She rolled her eyes very, very hard as she quoted her former best friend.

Crowne: So I gave you some rope to work with, I accepted your apology despite how frustrated I was at seeing the LONE Championship fall out of reach. Then you got pinned, we lost to a team of two girls in clown makeup. In the first round. You told me you were sorry again, that you weren't in a very good place. I forgave you then when I had no obligation to, because Wendy was sitting in jail and you were losing everything. I felt sorry for you. Again you said you'd make it up to me 'as soon as Stevenson was dealt with'. So I gave you a little more rope to work with. Then the Rumble happened...

She paused as the crowd started cheering. They remember when Terri snuck in under a mask and finally set things in motion to end the nightmare that had paralyzed LONE.

Crowne: That's another reason why you're all apart of the problem. Your hometown hero stabs her best friend in the back and you couldn't be any more elated. She entered the Rumble under a mask, 'El Jinete Rojo', without even telling me. No, she wouldn't tell her best friend that she had plans to enter a match she was barred from entering. She doesn't let her best friend in on the secret so we could work together and ensure that one of us makes it to the end after working as a unit to eliminate twenty-eight other women. No, instead she waits until the final three and tosses me out from behind and takes a ridiculous gamble on trying to eliminate Olga on her own. Then on the ramp I watched that mask come off and the pure joy I saw written on her face after she knowingly stabbed me in the back it finally donned on me, Terri you didn't give a damn about me or our friendship. You never have, I was just someone you lead on, tricked, because you knew you'd be better off having me as an ally and that if I were your enemy there'd be nothing you could do to stop me from twisting you into knots and tossing you like a ragdoll all over the arena.

My only regret out of this whole ordeal is that I fell for it, that I allowed myself to think we were friends, that we were close... that you cared about anyone but yourself. And if Wendy is smarter than she lets on she'll see how you treat people who come close to you and she'll bail on you before you have a chance to stab her in the back too.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crowne: The truth hurts. But you made one fatal mistake... in your desperation you promised me the first shot at the LONE Championship should you manage to win that. As far as I'm concerned we entered a verbal contract, recorded and aired in front of the world. I'm going to hold Jack E. Bux to that too, I'm the Number One contender now. That's the only reason why I didn't serve you to Stevenson on a silver platter backstage before your match at Power Trip, that's the only reason why I didn't take away your moment like you took away mine; because I wanted to take everything away from you myself. Your health, your career, and the one thing that truly matters to you Terri, the LONE Championship. I wanted you to recapture it after you promised me the first shot because I wanted you to feel the pain of me ripping it out of your cold, dying hands. I gave you enough rope to hang yourself with Terri, noose is on the counter; save yourself the humiliation while you still can. I'm done watching on the sidelines and I'm tired of watching other people get opportunities and not even appreciate what was handed to them and I'm done playing the humble card. Bruce Lee said it best, 'if I told you I'm good you'd say I'm bragging but if I told you I'm not you'd know I'm lying.' Whether I'm opening the show or closing it you're going to remember me and what I did and whether you're jumping on the bandwagon or running to the defense of your fraud of a hometown hero when you're watching an Alison Crowne match you are watching a human highlight reel at work. I AM The Highlight of the Night and whether I'm giving you a sixty minute classic or submitting opponents in under twenty seconds you won't be able to keep my name out of your mouth or out of your mind. So to everyone in the back, keep Chasing the Crowne and stay in my rear view mirror because you're never going to reach my level.

DIC: I have never been so turned on by Crowne in my entire life. She has FINALLY embraced her dark side, a side that she should have embraced a long time ago if you ask me.

North: You would say that. I agree that Alison is an amazing talent, hands down, but what I don’t agree with is this newfound attitude. She has never needed to be so — arrogant — she has always gotten by on her pure, unadulterated talent.

DIC: And you’re saying she won’t now?

North: I’m not saying that at all, just...

DIC: ... Just what?

"The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne vs. Hip O. Potamus

Baxter: Standing in the ring, from Gainesville, Florida, she is... ALISON CROOOOOOWWWWNNNEEE!!!!

Rolling her wrists while standing in the middle of the ring, the look on her face is stoic, so emotionless.

Baxter: And her opponent...

Walking down to the ring with a goofy smile on her face while slapping hands with the fans, Hip O. Potamus gets to the ring and enters while still continuing to smile.

Baxter: ... Hailing from the Animal Kingdom, she is, HIP O. POOOOTAMUUUUUSSSS!!!

Clinching her jaw and narrowing her eyes, Crowne looks like a woman possessed.

DIC: I have a feeling that PETA will be on our asses after tonight.

North: Why?

DIC: Because Crowne is about slaughter a Hippo.

Looking at the timekeeper, the referee signals for the bell to get this match underway.

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

Darting at Hip O. with tremendous speed, Alison grabs her by the head in a Muay Thai clinch and hits a stiff knee right to her temple as Hip O. wasn’t even able to cover up because it happened so fast. Releasing the grab, Alison uses Hip O’s own body weight against her and uses her knowledge of Judo to throw Hip O. down to the canvas as she crashes down hard. Immediately locking Hip O. in the Death Note (Side Arm Triangle Choke); Hip O. immediately taps out as Crowne releases the hold and rises to her feet, looking down at Hip O. as if she’s a joke.

North: WHAT THE?

DIC: THAT WAS LESS THAN TWENTY SECONDS, NORTH! What now, huh?

North: I... Um... Well... I’m speechless but have never said that Crowne wasn’t incredibly talented.

Baxter: The winner of the match, ALISON CROOOWWWNNNEEE!!!

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