2018.10.26: PWN - LONE - LONE 16

Intro

The stage where the wrestlers come through, with the titantron above it, starts to shoot off pyro in the colors of LONE. *Boom boom boom booom! Baraaarraarrraarraaa BANG!

The live feed on the iPPV cuts in now on our Play by Play man Kevin North, and his Color Commentary partner Dexter Irving Cornelius aka DIC. You always need more DIC. Everyone loves DIC. DIC himself would tell you even lesbians love DIC.

North: Ladies and gentlemen thank you for once again welcoming us into your homes. I'm Kevin North alongside my broadcast partner DIC and this is LONE Supremacy! After last month's chaotic end we will hear from Jack E. Bux later tonight in regards to the LONE Tag Team Championship situation. Tonight we'll also be seeing Qent in action after another vicious attack from Olga left her sidelined.

DIC: Speaking of Olga, I'd like to wish her and Frank Debauchee a happy honeymoon in Moscow. Last month they renewed their vows and you know me, I like it when good things happen to good people. Hope you two enjoyed a well-deserved vacation!

North: Good people, I don't think that phrase means what you think it does.

DIC: It's subjective, sure. They take out the trash and make LONE a more enjoyable product and Debauchee is a great wingman to boot. Good people in my book!

North: Good grief. Also expected tonight we have Vixen and The Perfect Shot Penelope Silven coming to blows after Vixen's sudden betrayal several months ago and more but first...

As I Am by Dream Theater hits the arena as the lights dim save for one spotlight shining at the backstage curtain.

DIC: First we're being graced by The Highlight of the Night herself, Alison Crowne! Did I tell you that she's my favorite in all of LONE?

North: I don't think you did...

DIC: All it took was her embracing the darkness and opening her eyes. I tell you what Kev-O, I think she's the one!

North: You know she'd break you in half without breaking a sweat right?

Alison Crowne emerges from the back in a what appears to be a red/black two tone version of her ring gear adapted for the Halloween season. With two vertical white stripes running down her trunks with red hearts with two rows of horizontal stripes of the same on a black sleeveless ring jacket and a crown on her head she stood on the stage oozing of confidence taking in the hostile reaction with her arms spread wide.

DIC: WOW! How can you say that isn't worth it? She's definitely the Queen of my heart!

North: It appears tonight Alison Crowne has adapted the Queen of Hearts into her ring attire but we're definitely not in Wonderland anymore.

DIC: Maybe not but LONE is her kingdom and soon, very soon she'll be the rightful LONE Champion; don't forget that she's the number one contender!

North: Might as well had been through emotional blackmail though.

DIC: Emotional blackmail? For all the torment Terri had put her through it's the very least she could've done. She was an awful friend to her and never once watched her back when she needed it. Alison Crowne possesses a righteous fury that will cleanse LONE of trash like Terri Thompson, mark my words!

Alison Crowne revels in all the jeers and boos thrown her way as she takes her time walking down the ramp with an appetite for malice glistening in her eyes with a mischievous grin to match, a stark contrast to her past demeanor only several months ago.

Baxter: Please welcome at this time, the Number One Contender to the LONE Championship, she insists she be announced from now on as the 'Highlight of the Night'... Alison Crowne!

Alison Crowne slowly makes her way up the steps as she motions Baxter over, ordering him to sit on the middle rope to let her inside, something he appears to do with a bit of reluctance as she steps between the ropes, holding her crown on top of her head with her hand as she does.

DIC: All hail the Queen!

Alison Crowne spins around slowly in the center of the ring with her arms stretched out wide as the hostile crowd boos her even louder than before. Finally she reaches over the ropes to grab a microphone from the timekeeper as the lights returned to normal.

Crowne: Seventeen and a half seconds. Seventeen and a half seconds; that's all it took to put the big ole Hipp O. down. I didn't even need the full twenty to make her tap out. One month later and people are still talking about it; talking about ME.

She says that as she motions her thumb sharply to herself.

Crowne: I'll give the Gucci Gals and Spice and Ice some credit, they generated some buzz too; good for them. It was pure anarchy, it might as well had been a street war but you look at the four of them and you look at me there's no doubt in anyone's mind that nobody finishes quite like me. Nobody has the ruthless efficiency that I operate and carry myself with. While others like to make a mess inside and out of the ring I move with a sniper's precision; I know what I want, I know how to get it, and I know where all the vitals are to strike as clean as a whistle while inflicting maximum pain and suffering. Don't let some people fool you, everyone likes to say how they're the perfect this, the perfect that, how they can hit a target fifty yards out dead center in a video package yet can't even grasp the basics in front of a live audience. I don't need a thousand takes out in a field in the middle of nowhere for fifteen seconds of film to highlight one good shot out of nine hundred and ninety-nine duds that were no where close to hitting. I don't need to be manufactured by a couple of monkeys or hyenas in a media trailer in the parking lot, what you see with me is what you get. I get it right the first time, I do everything live and I leave you with a result that speaks for itself. If I have something I need to say, I say it. And hate me all you want for the things I've done to your little 'Chosen One' but I have no problems coming out here and speaking my mind about it after the fact.

The crowd knows exactly who she was talking about when she uttered the words 'Chosen One' as they take this as an invitation to start chanting for Terri.

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 TRUST me, I'll definitely be getting to that one shortly. What separates me from most of the girls in the back is that I'm authentic; I'm the real deal. Three and Oh in Mixed Martial Arts, former Florida State Martial Arts Champion, life time practitioner of Muay Thai, kick boxing, judo, I've trained in krav maga to expand my repertoire. I've built my own name, on my own sweat and tears starting at the very bottom when I could've used my family's name and started at the very top if not close to it. Hate me, I hope every single one of you here do. Go ahead, boo, shout names at me. Come on, give me your worst.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crowne: Really? That's it?

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

Crowne: Come on. Are you all that low on originality? What am I saying, this state was part of the colony that burned women alive for 'witchcraft' just because they could read and write or swim. You're used to doing things the wrong way.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crowne: But even you can't deny that I am who I say I am; I am the Highlight of the Night. At the end of the day you pay to see me, you throw your hard earned dollars and loose change you got at the recycling center for your liquor bottles just to buy a ticket. It doesn't matter if you pay because you want to see me lose or because deep down you know that I'm right and you lack the courage to go against the grain in public but you still show up here, final Friday of each month just to see ME.

But where's Terri? Oh Terri, oh Terri, oh Terri... where's the LONE Champion? Where's Fallcoast's Golden Daughter? Where is she? Where's this 'fighting champion' that I keep hearing about? Why isn't she fulfilling her obligations as a champion and giving me my contractually owed championship opportunity? Why?

Alison Crowne shook her head as she couldn't help but let a very snide chuckle escape.

Crowne: It's because she's scared. She saw what I was doing to Grandma Glorious when I had my one and only opportunity to date at the LONE Championship and she saw that I was on the cusp of creating history and toppling the house and their stacked deck against me. She saw that with my face drenched in my own sweat and blood I was still coming at Glorious One like a hound out of hell... do you really... do any of you REALLY think Terri Thompson wants any piece of me in a straight up and fair fight? She knows she can't beat me one on one with all things being equal and the fact that I'm living rent free in her head; she can't handle it. Nobody deserves an opportunity but Terri Thompson. That's the definition of Gutter Trash if you ask me; selfish and scared. So since she's not here to give me what I've earned for yet another month I'm going to give somebody in the back an opportunity, just like I gave Hipp O. Potamus last month. I'm going to give one lucky person the chance to Chase the Crowne.

"The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne vs. Madison Anderson

Poker Face by Lady Gaga hits the arena as a young blonde woman walks out from the back to a decent ovation from the crowd, the fact that she wasn't Alison Crowne helped her a bit here despite being an unknown. She tries to keep a poker face as the song suggests but looking closely a trained observer could see the fear in her eyes as she made her way to the ring as she slapped fans hands before slide into the ring. The music dies down as she stands in the ring, Alison Crowne removing the crown on her head and her ring jacket during the entrance, revealing a very noticeable black heart on the left side of her red top.

Crowne: Everyone give her a round of applause!

The crowd, very cautiously does so as nobody is quite sure what to expect.

Crowne: Now, what's your name.

? ? ?: Madison, Madison Anderson and I'm a student at 4WA!

This gets a decent reaction out of the crowd knowing that this young lady trains locally. Alison Crowne seems less than impressed as she puts her arm around Madison, the young lady trying very hard to not wince.

Crowne: Wow, so you're actually trying to take this seriously. More than I can say about some in the back.

Alison Crowne rolled her eyes.

Crowne: Madison, how long have you been training, a few years? You start pursuing this right after high school? You look like you got a decent head on your shoulders.

Madison: About eight months actually.

Crowne: Eight months? Hey, look at you go! That's a long time for someone to stick to something. What did you do before you decided to pursue this sport?

Madison: Well, I was the captain of the cheerleading squad at my university.

Alison Crowne gave a very prolonged and exaggerated eye roll at this.

Crowne: Hmmm.... okay, okay. Well, Madison; it's not all smiles, rainbows, lollipops and jocks around here. There's no star quarterback to protect you... actually there's nobody here that can protect you...

Crowne flashed a menacing smirk at the green rookie, Madison was darting her eyes around in a nervous wreck looking for a way out. Meanwhile a ringside official has entered the ring from the timekeeper's area

Crowne: See, I went too easy on Hipp O. She's been here a while and she should know what to expect and how the pecking order works around here. But to make sure that you don't fall into the same bad... habits some of the bimbos around here have I'll need to give you a crash course in Wrestling 101. I'm going to make a highlight out of you Madison and I promise; it's going to hurt. And Terri, wherever you are I hope you watch this because tonight I'm going to treat little miss Madison here like I'm going to treat you; like a sick animal that needs to be put down. Ring the bell.

DING DING

North: What a way to debut, makes me wonder if she had any idea what she was getting into tonight before hand.

DIC: Probably pulled a bunch of straws in the back and she pulled the short one. Talk about a heavy underdog. Queen Alison is going to reduce her from a solid 7 to a 3 by the time she's through with her.

North: I admit the odds don't appear to be in her favor. Upsets do happen though and she'd easily be catapulted to the top of the class if she could somehow manage to shock the world.

DIC: Yeah, but not when the future champ already has you literally in her grasp before the opening bell. You're starting with two feet in the grave already.

North: Unfortunately... you may be right.

DIC: You know I'm right. Get used to it.

With Alison Crowne still having her arm around Madison Anderson as the bell rings she quickly throws her down on the ground and begins a furious and relentless ground and pound as she hammers viciously at her foe's face with repeated punches. Madison Anderson does her best to cover up and defend herself but Crowne's punches appear to be too quick and too heavy to effectively defend as she is quick to find holes in her sloppy defense technique.

North: End the match, call it off. Madison can't defend herself for very long against that. She's trying her damnedest but if there was any time for a TKO this would be it.

DIC: She can always verbally submit but her head's probably so scrambled up I doubt she could form a coherent sentence!

North: Even more reason to throw this match out now.

The referee watches Madison Anderson very closely and is close to signaling for a medical stoppage already as it's clear that she's very close to being unable to defend herself but right before he can Alison Crowne grabs her by the arm, prying it away from her face and flipping her over for a seated fujiwara armbar. Madison Anderson immediately taps out as she unleashes a blood curdling scream.

Baxter: Here is your winner by submission the 'Highlight of the Night'... Alison Crowne!

North: What has gotten into Alison Crowne? I... I don't understand this change in attitude. She was always talented and she always did everything the right way. She had sportsmanship and at the end of the day never wanted to see someone's career damaged or ended over a match no matter how heated things got between the bells. Yet here she is approaching matches with such viciousness and aggression I've rarely seen.

DIC: Come on, clear the wax out of your ears; she told everyone why! I love it, Kevin, I love it! Call it aggressive and vicious, because it was. But at no point did she get reckless and stray away from her game plan, she remained disciplined and was in complete control from start to finish. We saw an assassin's killer instinct, a deadly form of discipline that knows exactly when and where to go for the kill-shot. And she did it all with the unofficial time of... 14.17 seconds and she looked hot while doing it!

The referee yells for the hold to be broken but Alison Crowne refuses, if anything she cranks up the pressure and torque. The look in her eyes was ice cold; without a shred of sympathy or remorse and a sadistic grin slowly crept across her face as Madison Anderson screamed even louder as her free arm was tapping furiously and yelling for her to let go.

North: Enough is enough, you made your point! She's not going to be satisfied until she breaks her arm and rips it out of her socket! She's going to cause permanent and long lasting damage, why snuff out a career before it starts, why?

DIC: Because only the strong survive! She tried Chasing the Crowne and got left in dust. She couldn't seize the opportunity; she couldn't answer the call. Some of the most important lessons in life are earned the hard way and if she can somehow survive this she'll be stronger because of it. She's doing her a favor!

North: You're sick!

DIC: Adapt or perish, baybay.

Post match Segment

Alison Crowne bends her foes arm at an angle that appears the human body was never meant to bend at, Madison Anderson's eyes were full of fear at what was going to happen next. The official stood there helpless knowing that any sudden move would just cause her to snap it anyway as he tried to reason with her in vain to not do this. Finally the crowd erupted in cheers as Terri Thompson came bolting out from the back, championship in hand as she made a furious bee line for the ring. Alison Crowne kept the hold locked in as she stared at her former best friend, only releasing the hold at the very last possible second before quickly rolling to the outside as Terri rushed in, wearing her usual ring gear and her leather vest adorned with various patches.

North: Finally! Terri Thompson has had enough and she's come out to put an end to this!

DIC: I thought I smelled something rotten, I should've known!

Alison Crowne tapped the side of her head as Terri Thompson glared daggers at her before checking on the unfortunate rookie who was cradling her arm on the mat. Crowne pointed at the championship as she spoke loud enough for the cameras to pick up.

Crowne: You know what I want. You know exactly what I want. This is going to keep happening until you give me the match I was promised.

She held up three fingers as she wasn't done jawing off.

Crowne: Three months, three months since you've won the title without a single defense. What's your excuse this time? Maybe I should go after Wendy next? I know where to find her. Would that get your attention?

Terri's eyes light up as she lunges at her through the middle rope as several referees rush down to try to restrain her while checking on Madison Anderson. Alison Crowne just slowly and arrogantly motions around her waist for the belt as she makes her way towards the back corner of the barricade.

Crowne: Don't make me take her from you first; before you lose your belt. Make the match happen.

With that she hops over the barricade and exits through the crowd as security clears a path for her exit.

Vixen vs. "The Perfect Shot" Penelope Silven

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Backstage Segment

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"Pretty" Fay Qent in Action

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Contract Signing

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