2018.11.30: PWN - LONE - LONE 17

Intro

The iPPV feed kicks in, with Kevin North and DIC on commentary. Before they can get started, however, the stage area has a few cylinders of pyro lined up. They start to burst into the pink/purple colors of LONE.

Brrrrat! Baratattatttaaa tatatat!... BOOM!

After the display of pyro, the titantron above the stage area comes to life. Over the PA the theme of LONE, Rage Against the Machine's Testify, www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_zyb-XXWz0 starts to play as a video reel starts.

"They're always good shows" Demi smiles happily, rugged up in a lot of layers against the cold. Sure, she could do a spell to change that, but that would be naughty. "Who are we going for?"

The graphic for ThanksBEATING II flies across the screen along with the Supremacy and LONE logos. Footage from various matches kicks in, with shots of Hannah Kix hitting her "Eat Your Kix" trademark move.

She is then posing, with the background a solid purplish pink behind her. The hood of her boxing robe pulled over her head and she throws fast punches towards the camera while her nameplate appears under her.

Then there's more match footage, but of Marie Porter hitting The Marie Experience (TME) I and II, and then Marie in front of the same solid background. She poses with her hands on her hips, tilting her head to her left and smiling big while her nameplate appears under her.

Then a match card screen, with the footage of the poses we've just seen, and a giant VS between them.

More match footage now, of the current LONE Tag Team Champions, "Fly" Felicia Hawkins & Kayoko "Yo-Yo" Ichikawa, No Fly Zone, working well as a tag team and then hitting their aided wheelbarrow legdrop, the NFZ, to win the Tag Team Titles.

Felicia and Kayoko pose now, with Felicia adjusting the bill of her fitted hat to face backwards while Kayoko holds up a fist in a threatening manner. NO FLY ZONE

It's the Gucci Gals' time to shine next, and shine they do with match footage of their tag team maneuvers and some of their dastardly tricks.

Ms. Gucci flaunts her 4 finger ring that reads GUCCI while Prada Paula flicks her hair over her shoulder and scoffs with an annoyed look on her face. THE GUCCI GALS

Last, and certainly not least, the spicy and sexy redheaded Cinnamon, and her ice cold and violent tag team partner Violent Violet are featured. Spice & Ice. Match footage from their chaotic brawl with the Gucci Gals is shown, like Violent Violet hitting a double clothesline on The Gucci Gals, and then dropping to her knees to punch both. Then it shows her running across a ladder set up as a bridge between the apron and guardrail, doing a senton that did not go her way as Prada Paula moved and Violet went crashing into the row of chairs and concrete. Cinnamon is shown taking Gucci down to the mat and slamming her head into it repeatedly before cutting to the both hitting their aided wheelbarrow facebuster, Sex & Violence on Ms. Gucci in the Tag Team Classic.

Cinnamon poses by running her hands down her shapely hips before giving the camera a smug smirk while Violent Violet pops her knuckles behind Cinnamon and stares at the camera coldly.

The six women are now seen with their poses replaying while their names come onto the screen. NO FLY ZONE VS THE GUCCI GALS VS SPICE & ICE TRIPLE THREAT TAG FOR THE LONE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS

And now the video reel shows footage for the superstars that are going to compete in our main event.

Terri Thompson is shown winning the LONE Championship off Ms. Gucci for the very first time with that amazing Shooting Star Press off the top of a steel cage, and then hitting her bulldog, the Mind in the Gutter on The Glorious One to win it for a second time.

Terri poses now, wearing her vest and her brand new merch tee that has the Surgeon General's warning on it. She raises the LONE championship up with her right hand and mouths 'OOOH YEEEAH! WOOOO!' GUTTER TRASH TERRI THOMPSON

Alison Crowne is shown now, making Prada Paula tap in record timing, and then the disturbing act of her betraying her best friend and tag partner in Terri Thompson by clotheslining her and Terri staring up at her in pure shock. Alison then hits the Crowning Moment on Terri.

Alison poses in her ring gear; her black fingerless MMA styled gloves, elbow pads, her top, trunks with CROWNE in big letters across the front the W bigger than the rest ( pbs.twimg.com/media/DtLhdPXUUAE56K7.png ), kneepads and boots, all black minus the logo on her trunks an the crowns on her pads which were gold. This had to have been recently filmed as she appeared to be a little more toned than usual; indicating that she was in even better shape than she was previously, something her ring gear had no problem revealing. Her left hand gripped her right wrist as she held it up towards the camera, fingers outstretched and curving, almost forming a crown. Then her fist rapidly closed after staying open for several seconds as she flashed a cocky smirk. THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT ALISON CROWNE.

Their matchup screen is shown, with the two posing and VS in between them. GUTTER TRASH TERRI THOMPSON VS ALISON CROWNE FOR THE LONE CHAMPIONSHIP

ALL THIS AND MUCH MORE!

The graphics fly across the screen now and end with the flyer of the show before the music ends and video fades to black.

North: Hello everyone and WELCOME to Supremacy: LONE 17 ThanksBEATING 2... Ungrateful! I'm Kevin North alongside my colleague DIC! We hope you had a wonderful thanksgiving and thank you for joining us tonight for a night that is sure to be explosive!

DIC: Yes yes, tonight will be unforgetable because my queens the Gucci Gals are going to take the tag team championships. No wait, there's also Spice and Ice. Oh man. They're going to take it. No wait. Either way, those wannabees in No Fly Zone are going home empty handed tonight. And just when you think you've had enough, you're getting a second helping tonight when my queen Alison Crowne takes home the LONE Championship from the gutter slut Terri Thompson.

North gives him a sideways glance.

North: ... We also have Hannah Kix in action tonight against Marie Porter. With Hannah's newfound attitude and her remarkable win over Ami Reeves, Marie Porter will have a lot to handle!

DIC: Marie's getting her head kicked off. Calling it now.

"Hello from the Gutter" by Overkill blares over the PA.

DIC: Oh God. Here we go!

North: We're finally going to get to hear what she has to say ever since Alison did what she did.

DIC: Unless she gives Alison the apology that she deserves, it's just going to be a lot of hot air!

Emerging from the gorilla curtain is Terri Thompson, dressed in the same gear from her pose earlier in the show. She's got the LONE championship wrapped around her waist, a black steel chair in her right hand and a microphone with the LONE logo in her left. She takes a moment to look out at the crowd before raising her chair into the air, causing the crowd to cheer loudly.

Terri marches towards the ring, deciding not to spend time with the crowd as she usually does and instead slides the chair into the ring before rolling under the bottom rope. She picks up the chair as she rises and then sets it up in the center of the ring. Instead of having the chair face the hard camera, she turns it to face the aisle and the backstage area. She sits right down in the chair, eyes on the backstage area.

As Terri raises the microphone to her lips, she pauses. The sound of the crowd cheering her name causes her to smile and let out an audible 'heh...'

TER-RI! TER-RI! TER-RI! TER-RI!

Terri: Thank you...


WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Terri: Thank you all so much. This... This is hard for me, I'll be honest. This is very hard for me, but I've finally got the time to come out here and talk about Alison and everything she's said and done, and I know you guys want to hear it. But right now, I've got my eyes set on that backstage area because what I've got to say is straight to Alison.

Terri lowers the microphone for a moment, gripping the base with both hands. She lowers her head for a moment while the crowd cheers for her. Her elbows resting on her knees.

Terri snaps her head up.

Terri: I still can't believe it, Alison. I go to sleep at night and what you did to me plays over and over in my mind. She spins her forefinger towards the side of her head to illustrate that.

Terri: How you could take two years of a friendship and flush it down the toilet all for this. She pats the LONE Championship wrapped around her stomach.

Terri: Is despicable. I--- When I walked out of that match with The Glorious One, I thought that it was all over. I vanquished her, and Stevenson, sent them BOTH packing, and I was going to give you a shot at the title in friendly competition to see who the better woman was but you pissed it all away. You pissed it all away because you let that creep Stevenson plant seeds of corruption in your head. The same Stevenson who screwed you out of winning the title in the first place. You can say all you want that I ruined that match with my presence but lest you forget, Glorious One had you out and Robinson was fast counting you until I intervened. But let's not nitpick over what ifs, right?

Terri pauses for a moment. The look on her face, though she tries to smile, displays one full of heartache.

Terri: Like what if I didn't get pinned by the Juggalettes. Like what if I didn't eliminate you before eliminating Olga in the rumble. What if I didn't tell you I was El Jinete Rojo. All of the things you betrayed me for... all the what ifs you nitpicked for to the point where you stabbed your best friend in the back! When you hugged me and told me to give Stevenson hell, you were only looking for the best place on my backside you can stick your knife!

Terri is getting heated now, anger rising and it's evident from her cheeks reddening. Her eyes are wide like saucers.

Terri: I'll explain myself. I'll explain myself to you right now about all of it! I had an off night with the Juggalettes. Slapp beat me. It can happen to anyone and a woman with your experience should know that! I eliminated you before eliminating Olga because honestly, with your experience and your martial arts ability, plus the fact that the Rumble is every woman for herself and I needed to keep my identity hidden, I eliminated you because you were the bigger threat! I didn't tell you or anyone that I was El Jinete Rojo because if even a SOUL knew, what if Stevenson would have sent goons to beat it out of you? WENDY didn't even know! It was every woman for herself! I thought you'd RESPECT that!..... But you don't respect anything but this belt.

Terri scoffs as she continues on.

Terri: And you've got the gall to say I'm selfish. No, Alison. I don't do this for myself.

She stands up now and starts to point her finger out to everyone, turning in a circle as she speaks.

Terri: I do this for all of you. I do this for all of those who said I couldn't do it. I do this for those who thought it was funny that some punk kid with blue hair from a trailer park thought she could be a wrestler. You do this for the love of yourself, Alison... You do this for the love of an object...

She unhooks the LONE Championship from her waist and holds it up into the air.

Terri: You want to quote Bruce Lee? How about this one. "The more we value things, the less we value ourselves." You had no value for our friendship, you had no value for me, and you value this belt more than anything else. Well Alison, come get it, because tonight, I'm finally going to give you what you've been asking for since you betrayed me in July, and that's to plant your mind in the gutter!

Alison: Terri... Terri... Terri...

Alison's voice could be heard but she wasn't out, not yet. The camera cut backstage showing Alison Crowne standing in a hallway with a microphone in hand, focusing on her face.

Alison: You still just don't get it, do you? You really do think you're the victim, don't you? You have the audacity to go out in front of a soft, friendly crowd that'll buy whatever bullshit you feed them instead of looking at the woman in the mirror and taking responsibility for your actions. You want to talk about our friendship? Okay, Terri, let's talk. No, I mean it, lets have a honest discussion shall we?

Over two years ago I came to New England, I came to Fallcoast and I took a chance with my career to join a start up after I had just landed on a nationally televised promotion in Missouri several months prior. We all know that place went belly up, again. I get a call from Steve O'Reilly, you know Talent Relations? He worked backstage in Missouri and Jack E. Bux brought him onto his staff for a new project, a project that would become Ladies of New England, and he wanted me to come on board. No TV deal, no broadcast rights, just a bunch of local women from the New England area and a bunch of fresh wrestling academy graduates. The pay sucked; it still sucks if I can be honest and I'd have to supplement my income by working for other promotions in the surrounding area but he promised me that Bux had a vision and in the end I would be getting what was mine, we all would. I made a bet on myself and I took the deal, to get on the ground floor of something special; that's when I met you.

Alison's body appeared to pace around back and forth as she held the microphone in her hands, speaking as methodically as she moved.

Alison:You were my first friend here, Terri. And we hit it off very quick.

Alison chuckled softly as she smiled.

Alison: You were raw in the ring despite being six or seven or so months older than me but I had the experience, years of it beyond yours. But that didn't matter, sometimes when two people get in the ring together they just have chemistry; everything just has a way of falling into the right place. We started traveling together on the road, laughing, joking, we saw each other when we were both at our best and at our worst; we bonded. Whether either of us like it or not we know each other inside and out... what we like and what sets us off. We were always there for one another through the good and the bad; at least... we were.

Alison stopped moving as her eyes shifted downward to the ground, her head lowered before her eyes darted back up to the camera.

Alison: When the Gucci Gals kept throwing roadblock after roadblock in front of you I came to your side to even the odds. When The Glorious One sucker punched you during her title celebration I was there to step up and throw my own body on the line. But where were you when I needed help? Where were you when I was getting jumped? You think I do any of this for the love of me?

Alison shook her head and nearly threw her head back like she wanted to laugh.

Alison: That title changed you Terri, I can say that as someone who watched it happen. I can say that as someone who saw how you were away from the cameras and the bright lights. I saw that glint in your eyes when you won it, I was there waiting backstage for you the night you beat Miss Gucci. The joy in your eyes, the emotion; the raw emotion of finally making it. I saw the sense of validation that title gave you. Things started to shift, change, it was no longer about us making it but how YOU made it. You let it get to your head; it was like you couldn't get enough of the spotlight. You wanted more, more, more, more. When The Glorious One beat you for that belt that's all you could talk about. The belt, the belt, the belt, 'Alison, I need to get my title back.' 'Alison, I'm going to give Glorious One a taste of her own medicine when I put her Mind in the Gutter.' 'Alison, how dare Stevenson not give me my title match.' 'Alison, we need to make a stand so I can get my title back.' 'Alison, Alison, Alison.' Every conversation found its back to how Terri can get what she wants. I don't know what you did to piss him off and I'm not even going to say he was a good boss or whatever he wants to style himself as. Hey, I'm as happy he's gone as everyone else and I mean that but maybe you need to look in the mirror before you point your finger at me because nobody loves Terri Thompson more than Terri Thompson.

If I did this for the love of myself do you really think I'd be here? Do you think I'd agree to join a company with a bunch of ideas but no TV or PPV deals for the first year? Do you think I'd stick around during that reign of terror when I have wrestling companies across the country finding my phone number from a friend of a friend of a friend of a promoter I used to do business with? Or how about when you and I wrestled in Las Vegas in the Summer of 2017 promoting the company? Why don't you tell them Terri, why don't you tell everyone that I turned down a deal with a women's MMA promotion in Las Vegas for big money to leave wrestling and come fight for them; what you're not going to tell them that? Come on, Terri, tell them!

Silence, complete and total silence from Terri as all she could do was look on.

Alison: That's all you do Terri, you don't give, you take. You take from everybody around you until they've lost all use and meaning to you. Terri, when you took on Miss Gucci in that steel cage I BELIEVED in you, I knew you could do it on a level playing field. Just you and her in that cage, I knew you had it in you to take the Championship. But when I got my shot you never believed in me, you were jealous that I got an opportunity before you and you ruined it. You ruined it because you needed the spotlight on yourself so fucking much that you had to make my moment all about YOU!

Alison jabbed her index finger on her left hand forward, like she was trying to jab it into Terri's chest from backstage.

Alison: You don't know if I would've kicked out of that fast count or not but I can tell you this; I did up until that point. I knew the only way I could win against such a stacked deck was if I forced Robertson's hand; when you go to war Terri you do whatever you need to to survive. I've had so many opportunities to stab you in the back Terri, so many opportunities over the last two years but it never once crossed my mind because I loved you like a sister; I was loyal to YOU!

Alison stared at the ground as she was laying everything out there at this point.

Alison: It wasn't until I realized that street only went one way once everything went to your head did the thought even begin to creep in my mind but do you want to know what really sealed the deal? It's not an “if”, oh no, not at all. It's when you lied to me, lied to the world putting on that mask and winning the rumble under fraudulent circumstances. It was when you left me in the dark and sent me tumbling over that top rope on a fool's gamble; you bet on yourself with an hour and a half in a match against a fresh Olga and you got lucky. If you had only taken the time to come to me I would've had your back in that Rumble, I would've done everything in my power to make sure that we would be the last two standing. It may have been every woman for herself but that's not a free pass to stab your best friend in the back. You acted with the full intent of deceiving everyone and that's something you're going to have to live with; we all have things that we're going to have to live with.

Alison paused abruptly with her eyes still locked on the ground and she began to physically exert herself as it looked like she was... stomping on something? The sounds seemed to match that and the sound of someone groaning on the ground which sends a sudden alarm into Terri's face; like she recognized the voice.

Alison: Every selfish action you chose over the past year has had a butterfly effect and it's made changes to those around you in ways you never anticipated. Terri, I'm done playing by somebody else's rules. I'm done waiting in line and I'm over trying to do things by someone's else's definition of “the right way”. Terri, you need to learn that your actions have consequences...

Terri looked on as her face twisted into a look of horror as the camera zoomed out, Alison leaning down and getting on a knee as she started punching Wendy in the face repeatedly on the ground, her groans and scream of pain echoing throughout the arena.

Alison: But don't take my word for it... you're going to get a front row seat. Come on Wendy, lets go see your girlfriend. Oh... and don't make any sudden moves; miiight not be good for Wendy.

With a sick sadistic grin Alison scoops Wendy up and carries her over her shoulder as she walked down the hall and up the steps and through the gorilla curtain onto the stage.

Alison: You want to prove me wrong? That you don't do this for the love of yourself? Then prove it. Prove it to me RIGHT NOW. Prove it to Wendy...

Terri looks up the aisle, the fear crystal clear in her eyes as Alison carried Wendy on her shoulder.

Alison: Tonight I'm giving you a choice; what's more important to you... your title or your girlfriend?

Alison dropped the microphone as a loud thud of it hitting the ground echoed through the PA system as she held Wendy with her head pointing towards the ground, belly to belly as she held her in position for The Crowning Moment; her sit-out tombstone piledriver.

Terri's eyes widen in fear.

Terri: Don't you do it! Don't you dare!

Alison smirks with a look of pure malice in her eyes as she held her in position, sticking her tongue out as she held Wendy before she came crashing down, spiking Wendy's head on the hard, unprotected floor.

Terri screams in horror as Alison hits the crowning moment on Wendy.

Terri: NOOOOOOO!

Terri drops her title and the mic. The mic picking up feedback as it hits the canvas. She grabs the chair and slides out of the ring, chasing after Alison and then checking on Wendy when she gets to her. EMTs come out and begin to haul Wendy away on a stretcher while putting a neckbrace on her head. Terri follows them into the back.

The camera follows her now, cutting to the titantron for those in attendance. The medical crew is leading Wendy on a stretcher to a waiting ambulance. Terri, the whole time, is holding onto Wendy's hand and just before they put Wendy into the back, Terri leans in as Wendy wants to tell her something. Terri nods, watching helplessly as the ambulance doors close and hauls her girlfriend out of the LONE arena.

North: That was absolutely disgusting. Alison didn't have to do that at all! What's gotten into her?!

DIC: Alison was taking care of another annoying fly in the ointment of success. You saw what Wendy did to Drew Stevenson. You saw what she did to Robertson in the first place. She shouldn't have gotten involved. That's what happens when you do!

Hannah Kix vs. Marie Porter

The camera turns to the center of the ring now, where Johnny Baxter stands.

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...!

Suddenly “La Rage” by Keny Arkana blares to life and Hannah steps out onto the stage with her head covered underneath a hoodie. Standing there for a moment, as to gather her emotions and focus. She then starts shadowboxing and afterwards walks to the ring while mouthing some of the french rap in her ring music 'Parce qu'on a la rage!'

Baxter: Coming to the ring, from Paris, France, she is... HANNAAAAH KIIIIIIIX!

When she gets to the ring area, she hurries up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and starts to shadowbox some more before going to the center and pulling down her hood. She spreads her arms out and dips her head back.

Baxter: And her opponent...

"Love Lockdown" plays and Marie comes to the stage with all kinds of colorful lights flashing on her on the stage. Marie hops around at the top of the stage with her big smile and raises her arms high in the air. Marie gives a nod of her head and dances down the ramp, turning in circles a few times just really enjoying herself and so does the crowd. Marie uses her arms and legs to really get into it before she slides into the ring and gets in the corner throwing her arms up in the air.

Baxter: From San Diego, California. She is MARIEEEEEE POOOORTER!

North: We haven't seen Kix and Marie Porter in quite some time.

DIC: Well I can assure you that there's no rust in Kix. Just like Queen Crowne, Kix breathes martial arts. This is going to be a cakewalk. Porter doesn't know what she's in for.

North: I wouldn't count Porter out, she is quite accomplished, and did very well in Missouri!

DING DING

Kix wastes no time aggressively going after Marie Porter, as no sooner than the bell's ringing Kix delivers a kick to the head when Porter extends an offer for a handshake as a sign of good sportsmanship. Porter is immediately stunned as her body bounces against the ropes and back towards Kix who delivers a sharp elbow strike to the side of the head. The referee is quick to try to go over to check on Marie but Kix tries to mount her on the ground, throwing a few punches that vary between connecting spot on and almost missing completely and everything in between as Marie Porter expertly rolled towards the bottom rope and towards the apron.

North: Hannah Kix certainly isn't messing around here tonight wth that opening flurry. Marie Porter's veteran instinces rolling to the ropes though may have saved her.

DIC: I don't think anyone's home after that one. She probably thinks she's in Candyland or something right now.

The referee steps in front of Marie and Kix calling for a break, something Kix appears to let go with a very nonplussed expression, almost as if she felt the referee was only putting off what she believed was the inevitable result. Marie pulls herself up which was enough for Kix to nudge the referee aside, but Marie managed to catch her off guard with a swift throat thrust, jabbing the tips of her fingers straight into her throat with force. Marie is quick to follow up with a knife edged chop to the chest, getting a large 'WOOOOOOOOOOOO!' from the crowd while Kix was busy clutching her throat. Another chop, another WOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

WOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

WOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

WOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

WOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

WOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

Marie Porter whips Hannah Kix to the ropes and hits a standing leg lariat sending the talented Parisian to the mat as her foe is quick to go for the cover. 1, 2, KICKOUT!

North: Marie Porter needs to press the advantage here. She may have done a good job recovering from a bad start but Hannah Kix is so dangerous, so talented that she can end the match at the drop of a dime.

DIC: I mean when you hot like Kix is, you can anybody on a dime. The things I would let her do to me...

North: You really are a glutton for punishment. She could punch you into next week! I.. don't really think she's that into you.

DIC: It'd be worth it, trust me.

North: Trust you? Might as well yell fire in a movie theater; you'll get a guarenteed disaster either way.

Marie, apparently heeding North's advice by mere coincidence does exactly that as she waits for her opponent to get to to a knee before running towards the ropes, springing boarding off as Kix gets back to her feet...

...leaping for the lariat...

Kix ducks!

Marie Porter rolls through and pops back up behind her and catches her with a swinging neckbreaker instead! Kix crashes back to the mat but instead of going for the cover this time catches her on her stomach and looks to apply The Marie Experience I, also known as the TME I. Her variation of the famous Muta lock, hooking the ankles behind her leg having stepped through, and arching her back and locking her arms around her opponent's neck.

North: Marie Porter has come to play today, The Marie Experience I is locked in. If she can make Hannah Kix she'll almost for sure find her name closer to title contention.

DIC: Big if. She may be good but Kix has got some dangerous finishing power.

Kix appears to be in serious trouble as the referee gets to a knee, asking Kix if she wishes to quit or to see if she looses consciousness from the hold. Marie is cranking the pressure for all she's worth looking to stun LONE with her impressive showing. Kix looks like she may have no choice to tap, but with her arms she presses herself up just a little off the mat... and she rolls...


...Marie loses her grip....


...Kix locks her hands across Marie's face and traps her arm between her legs to counter with a crossface submission hold!

DIC: What did I tell you?

North: The crossface is a very dangerous and effective manuever, even more mpressive that Kix was able to transition into that as a counter.

DIC: Come on, rip her arm off!

North: Well, as much as I would never wish that on Marie she can definitely dislocate her shoulder or tear some ligaments trapped in that.

Suddenly it was Marie who was on the defensive as she screamed in pain, Kix trying to rip her face off as she cranked every ounce of pressure she could out of the hold. Marie was too far away from the ropes! She tried to crawl for the ropes regardless but Kix was going to make sure she'd lose an arm before making it that far. Marie now looks like she'll need to tap out for the sake of her own health but she takes a cue from her opponent and manages to push herself up just enough to roll over, Kix was now on her back, the hold was still locked in but both of Kix's shoulders were down on the mat! With the simultaneous submission/pinfall combo the referee went to count for Marie while also keeping an eye out to Marie tapping out to Kix's hold. 1, 2... Kix releases the submission at the very last second and positions her body to break the pin at the same time.

North: Marie may have forced her to break the hold but Kix may have done all the damage she needed to do there. She attacked her like a python, that just goes to show how quickly the tone of a match and change.

DIC: Python, boa constrictor; all I see is a winner. She's got that killer instinct and I tell you what, Ole DIC loves a woman with an edge. Smokin'!

Marie gets up, perhaps the adrenaline still pumping too fresh and too strong in her body to remind her of how much pain she'd inevitably be feeling later, as does Kix who's a bit slower to get up. Marie stays aggressive as she looked to kick Kix in the stomach as a set up for the TME II, her variation of the stunner. Just as Marie's boot wasn't even a foot off the ground Kix knew she had her as she shot a lightning quick kick to her other leg, sending her crashing to the mat and kicking her in the temple before she could even fully get back to one knee.

DIC: Someone is Earing their Kix right now! Woooohohoho! I think i saw a tooth fly out there!

North: I think that's it, stop the match. Stop the damn match, I think she's hurt.

The referee backs Kix off quickly from Marie Porter and when he doesn't see her move looks towards the ringside doctor, immediately calling for the bell. The medical team quickly rushes the ring as Hannah Kix smirks at her fallen foe. After a few minutes Marie Porter slowly sits up on her own, surrounded by doctors as they were asking her questions as she held her head. After another brief discussion with the head physician the referee calls Baxter over, giving him several instructions as the official announcement was then made.

Baxter: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed that Marie Porter is unable to continue. Therefore the winner of the match as a result of doctor's stoppage... Hannah Kix!

North: About as impressive as a victory as you're going to find. To lose by knockout, doctor's stoppage, call it what you will is always a tough pill to swallow. I can only hope that Marie's okay and makes a full recovery.

Kix flashes a smug grin as the referee raises her arm on the outside before walking to the back.

No Fly Zone vs. Spice and Ice vs. Gucci Gals

Demi gasps dramatically. "Are you saying I sound like a Dic? Hmm...that bet was for dinner sometime. What you say next will affect your options for tonight." A wink and a shoulder nudge.

“Cinnamon Girl” by Neil Young plays over the public address sound system as both Cinnamon and Violent Violet step out onto the stage to a large chorus of boos.

Walking down the aisle and to the ring, they walk up the steel steps and step into the ring. They smirk and stand in their respective corner, waiting for the match to begin, but not before Cinnamon extends a leg forward and does a split. She starts to lean backwards and sways her arms as if she's slowly swimming backwards, before Violet takes her hand and helps her up.

“Gucci Gang” by Lil' Pump blasts over the public address sound system as the fans immediately start to boo as Miss. Gucci and Prada Paula come walking out with arrogant smirks expressed on their faces.

Baxter: Making their way to the ring, they are the team of Miss. Gucci and Prada Paula... THE GUCCI GALLLLLSSSSS!!!

Walking down the aisle while blatantly snubbing the fans, they get down to the ring and enter as the crowd begins to boo even louder. Gucci waves her 4 finger ring that reads GUCCI before talking smack to the fans while Prada puts a hand out as if she's pie facing fans who oogle/berate her.

"Stay Fly" by 3 6 Mafia hits the speakers and a big cheer from the crowd comes alive as this newly formed team makes their way from behind the curtain with the LONE Tag Team Championships around their waists.

In confidence they stand, making their way down to the ring and giving high fives to all of their fans along the way. Felicia wears a backwards cap with a a flag on it, half USA on the left and half Japan on the right and a big smile on her face. Kayoko wears a zip up jacket with the flag design on the back with the Japanese flag on the left, the USA flag on the right. They look ready for action, sliding into the ring and jump into different corners with their arms up and getting the love from the crowd

DING DING

Baxter: The following match is for the LONE Tag Team Championship! One member from two teams will be legal at all times during the match, tagging out either from their own corner or tagging a member of the third team with no legal participant currently in the ring. The first team to score a pinfall or submission will be the LONE Tag Team Champions! Introducing first, they are the first set of challengers, the team of Violent Violet and Cinnamon; Spice and Ice!

Violent Violet flashes a devilish grin leaning against the turnbuckle as Cinnamon stood next to her with her eyes locked across the ring at The Gucci Gals.

Baxter: Next, the second set of challengers, Miss Gucci and Prada Paula, the Gucci Gals!

The crowd boos as Miss Gucci and Prada Paula are chomping at the bit ready for the bell to make a mad sprint across the ring.

Baxter: And finally the team, Kayoko Ichikawa and 'Fly' Felicia Hawkins they are the reigning and defending LONE Tag Team Champions... No Fly Zone!

The crowd cheers as the champions raise their arms, each clutching their belts high in the air. The referee then goes to retrieve the belts and holds them up in the air for the crowd to see before handing them off to the timekeeper and calling for the bell.

DING DING


The Gucci Gals and Spice and Ice immediately rush to the center of the ring throwing a flurry of punches at one another as the referee already feels a sense of deja vu with a helpless expression backing away. Violet lands a swift punch to Paula's ribs before firing off several shots to the kidney as Miss Gucci was quick to rake Cinnamon's eyes before elbowing her repeatedly in the head. Violet and Miss Gucci are quick to back up and dump their chosen targets over the top rope to the outside before turning their attention towards one another and brawling with punches so swift it's hard to track when one was starting and another beginning and by who. The Champs are watching this happening and look towards one another as they then rush them and with a pair of stereo clotheslines since Violet and Ms Gucci to the outside. Kayoko then drops to her hands and knees as Felicia quickly darts to the other side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes and using her partner as a launching pad, running off her back, hopping on the top rope and hitting what could only be described as a double jump springboard senton, as she takes out all four women on the outside as they're getting up. Felicia quickly pops up off the ground as if she was sticking the landing to a roaring applause from the crowd.

North: Well, No Fly Zone said they didn't care who they fought, they'd take on anyone. Right now we're definitely seeing that can do attitude from the champs!

DIC: It's one thing to go all out but to try to impress these fans is a fool's errand. They're so fickle!

Felicia looked at the four women and picked up Paula and rolled her into the ring, the official now declaring that Prada Paula and Kayoko were legal as Felicia returned to her team's corner. Kayoko was quick to keep the pressure on Paula with a series of elbow drops to the back. Kayoko drags Paula by the foot to her corner and tags Felicia in. Felicia and Kayoko each grab a leg and apply two halves of a full Boston crab, trying to split the legs to inflict more damage as they do. The referee lets it ride being a triple threat tag and is very lenient in calling for a break, which under triple threat rules is more of a suggestion than a hard rule. Kayoko finally releases her half of the hold and runs against the ropes as Felicia cranks back on the now single legged Boston crab, exposing Paula's stomach just a bit as she presses a knee behind her back as a homage to the liontamer, just enough for Kayoko to deliver a pinpoint low dropkick right to that area.

North: They're the champs for a reason, DIC. Kayoko and Felicia know what the other's thinking, the art of nonverbal communication between partners is such an underrated but integral ingredient to a top tag team.

DIC: Be that as it may, they're up against the future tag team champions right now.

North: Which side are you conveniently taking right now, Spice and Ice of the Gucci Gals?

DIC: The answer is YES! You really think I'd bet against either of them?

North: Only one team can win, and while the odds are against the champions mathematically speaking the result you're speaking of is mathematically impossible.

DIC: Well Kev-O, if you ever went to a higher educated university you'd understand where I'm coming from. The numbers don't lie and they spell disaster for No Fly Zone!

North: Oi...

Felicia tries to make Paula tap out but she loses her grip and balance as Miss Gucci is pulling at her from the outside to save the match for her team and prevent a swift successful title defense. Kayoko is quick to see this and with a baseball slide kicks Gucci back down to the ground on the outside. Felicia regains her composure and locks in a half camel clutch, looking to contort Paula's body in a very uncomfortable way as she cranked her neck and torqued her midsection under pressure. The referee is quick to monitor the situation asking Paula if she quits but she's adamant about staying in the match. With Prada Paula in danger she gets saved once again by Violet and Cinnamon jumping Felicia from the back.

North: Talk about strange bedfellows. Last month Violent Violet and Cinnamon were trying to kill Paula and Miss Gucci and vice versa but to save the match they had to throw a life rope to their rival.

DIC: All for the greater good. They need to realize that No Fly Zone are the real enemies here!

Violet headbutts Felicia repeatedly from the back several times as Cinnamon almost floats as she transitions from the back to the front for the snap DDT driving one half of the tag team champions to the mat. Spice and Ice not quick to show mercy drags Felicia partially on top of Paula, their bodies overlapping and technically creating a pin. The referee however doesn't even bother counting as Cinnamon and Violet both begin stopping on the pile of two bodies repeatedly with anger and enthusiasm as they unleash many months of frustration upon the two women.

North: So much for that alliance.

DIC: Violence is the name of the game. The future tag team champions are going to need that killer instinct.


Meanwhile Ms Gucci and Kayoko both suddenly come to a realization on the outside brawling that both of their partners are in trouble and form a temporary truce and slide in to rescue their respective partners. Violet swiftly turns and headbutts Kayoko in the head before Ms Gucci quickly catches her in a sleeper hold and wraps her legs around her body Cinnamon quickly tries to peel Gucci off her partner's back but Kayoko kicks Cinnamon swiftly in the back of the head. Violet tries to shake Ms Gucci off her back, spinning around causing Ms Gucci's legs to inadvertently catch Kayoko and take her down to the mat before Violet violently backs up as fast as she can into the the turnbuckle forcing Ms Gucci to let go.

North: Anarchy rules; this is just as chaotic as last time.

DIC: The official is definitely earning his hazard pay this month. What a cat fight, I love it!

Violet shakes her head several times with a maniacal grin forming on her lips. She grabs Felicia by her hair towards her team's corner as Cinnamon gets up by this time and quickly catches up with her, almost intercepting her in a way, pointing to Paula and slapping her hands together, implying they should drag Paula over instead to force the tag and take out the tag champions directly.

Cinnamon: This is what we want! We want the belts!

Cinnamon tried to make her case, the cameras able to catch that particular sentence. Violet roughly slams Paula's head into the mat as she muttered just low enough to not be picked up, but her body language giving clues that she was more focused on revenge for the moment. Cinnamon is clearly frustrated as she points again trying to plead her case one last time but Violet wasn't going to hear any of it. Finally with a defeated sigh Cinnamon throws her hands up and steps between the ropes back to her team's corner. Violet grabs Felicia by her hair, yanking her up, Cinnamon grabs her hair holding her up from the other side...

Violet straddles the middle rope, peaking her body over to the outside just enough to slap Felicia in the face and immediately dipping back in. The referee slaps his hands together acknowledging it as a tag.

North: That's... technically a legal tag, but that's certainly not the spirit of a tag.

DIC: The only thing that counts is that it's a tag. Agree to disagree and get a fresh body in there; let someone else do the work for a while.

Meanwhile Prada Paula had manged to pull herself up in the single neutral corner of the ring, leaning against it like she was barely able to keep herself up with her back turned to the ring. Violent Violet unceremoniously boots Felicia out of the ring and charges recklessly at Paula who stays put until the last moment as she suddenly ducks and steps out of the way revealing an exposed turnbuckle! Violet crashes hard into the exposed steel ring and clutches her chest going down to the mat with Cinnamon shaking her head in frustration on the apron.

North: Sometimes Violet's violent tendencies prove to be an asset but when it crashes and burns... it burns. Exposed turnbuckle is definitely legal here but again, against the spirit of the rules.

DIC: Then why are you pointing it out? You always point out when someone violates the scout's rule book but when it's going within the rules, you don't say anything. How do you still have a job?

North; Because nobody else is willing to put up with you and keep you in check.

By this time Ms Gucci had rolled to the apron and made her way back to her team's corner as she was holding onto the tag rope. Felicia was on the outside but Kayoko was laying on the apron in her team's corner covering, making Paula's next move a very easy decision for her to make. Paula dragged Violet by her hair and tagged Ms Gucci, who was more than willing to get a measure of payback as she began to choke her with her foot in the corner, holding onto the top rope with both hands as she pressed both feet on her neck now. Violet's legs kick violently on the mat as she's trapped and helpless as Cinnamon can only look on shaking her head. Ms Gucci quickly tags out at Paula gets in revenge of her own stopping a mudhole right into Violet before tagging Ms Gucci back in. Ms Gucci delivered stomps of her own, almost like she was performing a tap dance all over Violet's face. Paula with a grin points to her partner telling to her 'watch this' and gets the tag. Paula placing her arms on top of one another close to her chest performed a rendition of the Russian Cossack dance with the kicks repeatedly connecting to Violet's face, the crowd gets into this and starts clapping in rhythm to each of her kicks, Ms. Gucci just points across the ring to Cinnamon and laughs hysterically.

North: That is the most unorthodox series of stomps I've ever seen in a wrestling match in my life.

DIC: They're ruining Violet's beautiful face! Make it stop.... stop giving these Roman Colosseum blood savages their fix!

Cinnamon tries to dart in but the referee is quick to interfere trying to retain some semblance of order as the women were actually tagging out for once and forces her back to her corner. Ms Gucci gets tagged in as her and Paula take a moment to discuss a routine as they interlock an arm with one another,one facing forward and one backwards as they begin to parade in the corner in a circle, stomping on Violet's face as they each make their rounds, each raising their free arms up as a way to gloat with each successful 'lap' and kick. By this time Violet is looking rather limp seated in the corner, perhaps taking a little more violence than even she was comfortable with as Paula finally goes back to her corner to leave Ms Gucci in the match.

North: Talk about insult to injury. I hope that's worth it because whether it's later in this match or sometime down the road Violent Violet is going to remember that exchange. She's going want her pound of flesh and gallon of blood.

DIC: I hope you're happy, Kevin! Violent Violet didn't deserve this!

North: Violent... Violet. With all due respect if you have Violent in your name you should expect to give and receive it all the same.

Gucci smirks as she grabs Violet by the hair and tosses her face first on the mat. Standing over her she grabs Violet's arm mockingly as if trying to reach out for a tag for Cinnamon before doing the same towards the corner of the No Fly Zone, Kayoko finally in what someone could call a standing position with Felicia next to her on the other side of the post. Ms. Gucci then slams Violet's head on the mat and rolls her over with her foot, placing her foot on her chest, striking a modelesque pose as the referee counts, 1, 2, thre-KICKOUT! Violet perhaps out of pure instinct shot her shoulder up.

North: Violent Violet on autopilot with that kickout. The lights are on but nobody's home.

Ms Gucci smirks at the effort and places a stomp to the back of her head for good measure before grabbing her legs, stepping through and crossing them over and flipping Violet on her stomach for the sharpshooter she calls Poise. Violet's eyes light up like the patient's red nose in the game Operation as pain shoots through her body. Violet begins to scratch and claw for the ropes as the referee has one hand raised and ready to call for the bell. Violet screams as she inches closer and closer to the ropes before Ms Gucci steps up and drags her to the dead center of the ring as both No Fly Zone and Cinnamon know the match is in danger. Cinnamon and Kayoko dart into the ring almost simultaneously with Kayoko hitting an enziguri while Cinnamon follows up immediately with a curb stomp on Ms Gucci. Violet perhaps not quite completely aware of where she is in the ring gets up and lunges for a tag... to the wrong corner as her hand slaps Felicia's, a hand that was just casually hanging over the top rope to the surprise of everyone in the match. Cinnamon immediately shouts at Violet trying to ask what she was doing before Kayoko grabbed her from behind and swiftly escorted her out of the ring by throwing her over the top rope!

North: Miscommunication is really becoming a factor for Spice and Ice now, Violet went for the tag but she tagged the wrong corner.

DIC: When you need to get out of Dodge you get out of Dodge. All there is to it.

Kayoko swiftly returns to her team's corner as Felicia is quick to resume the attack on Ms Gucci with a low dropkick to the face. Felicia is quick to catch Ms Gucci in a side headlock on the ground, cranking at the head and neck trying to squeeze the life out of her opponent. Ms Gucci fights her way up to a knee and slips out, catching Felicia in a hammerlock. Felicia is quick to slip out and goes to apply the same hold but Ms Gucci was quicker and caught her arm as she was attempting to take her down with an armbar. Felicia instead of getting trapped in the hold goes down with her, deftly slipping out she quickly transitions on the mat to a kneebar causing Ms Gucci to scream as she got caught by surprise.

North: And suddenly we went from anarchy to a more technical approach. You want a little taste of everything in LONE, here's your sample platter. That kneebar can make grown men and women cry, serious damage can be done in such a short time with that.

DIC: She needs to reach those ropes, come on Miss Gucci! Don't let those posers steal your moment!

Ms Gucci is quick to scramble for the ropes, something she ends up finding quite quickly as she found it with the tip of her free boot forcing Felicia to release the hold. Felicia grabs the knee and drags Ms Gucci over to her corner, interlocking her leg with her opponent's, forcing forcing the foot to bend behind Felicia's knee she makes the tag to Kayoko. Kayoko hops in from the outside into the ring. Felicia snaps backwards onto the mat, contorting Ms Gucci's knee in a seemingly painful way as Felicia untangled herself. Ms Gucci tried to pop up to a knee out of instinct to perhaps try to go full vertical to hop over for a tag but Kayoko was quick with a snap spinning kick to the head to put her back down to the mat. Kayoko swiftly goes for the pin. 1, 2, KICKOUT!

North: Miss Gucci barely kicks out!

DIC: We're still in this!

North: We? Since when did you become a Gucci Gal?

DIC: I'm an honorary member, Kev-O. Somebody needs to speak the truth when there's a bully at the table spreading slanderous lies about them!

Kayoko doesn't allow herself to be discouraged by the kickout as she continues to place well timed kicks to the back of the knee as she waits for Ms Gucci to get back up only to cut her back down. Ms Gucci manages to shove her opponent away after falling victim to this a few times as she caught on rather quickly but Kayoko decides to go low again, this time placing a well timed dropkick to the knee itself. Knowing that Ms Gucci's balance and ability to defend herself would be hampered with one bad leg Kayoko began moving back and forth off the ropes to build up momentum as Ms Gucci wobbled up to a vertical base. Kayoko goes for her spinning heel kick, the Starstruck but perhaps fortuitously Gucci's knee buckles, causing her to momentarily drop to a knee as Kayoko sailed right over her head. Ms Gucci quickly scans the ring, she wants to tag in her partner but Cinnamon was closer. Knowing she needed to get out now she reluctantly dashed as fast as she could to Spice and Ice's corner and tags Cinnamon in, swiftly rolling out under the bottom rope once she did. Violent Violet didn't have the energy to take a cheap shot as she had managed to pull herself up onto the apron, laying near her team's corner. Cinnamon came roaring out of the corner fresh as she hit Kayoko with a clothesline, using her momentum to throw a punch at Felicia on the apron. Cinnamon then ran across to the other side of the ring and elbowed Paula right in the face, sending her off the apron and towards the barricade before hitting Kayoko with another clothesline as she dashed back the other way.

DIC: Cinnamon is on fire, look at her go! Perfect 10, that's how a Perfect 10 faces adversity, with beauty and class! Win with class, baby!

With Felicia still dazed on the apron and Paula on the outside Cinnamon saw her shot and decided to take it. As Kayoko popped back up after the clothesline Cinnamon fired off a spinning heelkick of her own, a standing variant as she caught Kayoko with most of it.

North: Sugar and Spice! This could be it!

Cinnamon quickly goes for the cover.

1!....

Cinnamon throws her feet up on the middle rope for added leverage, the referee doesn't see it!

2!.........


THRE-------Ms Gucci pulls the referee out of the ring by the legs to stop the count!

North: Spice and Ice almost stole but Miss Gucci stole it back. That should've been it, it would've been it...

DIC: But if the ref never counts to three then it isn't it. All legal, deal with it.

Cinnamon pops up and raises her arms to celebrate thinking she just won the titles for her team as she drops to her knees in the center of the ring. It doesn't take long for her to realize that something's not right as the referee isn't bringing her her half of the tag team championships and instead looks over to see him arguing with Ms Gucci on the outside! Cinnamon quickly moves over and ducks her head under the top rope yelling at both of them and for the referee to get inside the ring. The referee instructs Ms Gucci to return to her corner, something she reluctantly does as she throws up her arms and backs away. By now Kayoko had enough time to recover as she rolled Cinnamon up from behind for a pin, causing the referee to dash back into the ring to count.. 1! 2! KICKOUT!

North: That roll up almost caught Cinnamon but she dug down deep to kick out. That's how badly she wants to be tag team champion.

DIC: We almost had a disaster but when you're up against the future tag team champions you can never count them out. No Fly Zone are on borrowed time; when you face the future champs-

North: I can't believe I'm saying this DIC but. Pick. A. Side. We all know you're biased, we all know you play favorites and make excuses but for my sanity and for the viewers watching; just this one... pick a side!

DIC: You're asking me to pick a side? Well, on the advice of my attorney, Eugene Varano, I plead the fifth.

Cinnamon kicks out, rolling onto her side looking up in shock as she tries to catch her breath. Kayoko positions herself behind her as Cinnamon gets up, capturing her in her clutches as she lifts her up and sends her crashing down in a bridging northern lights suplex pinning her opponent's shoulders to the mat as she holds on after impact. 1, 2... kickout! Felicia calls for the tag seeing an opportunity to put this one away and she does, the referee slaps his hands together to acknowledge the tag. Kayoko tries to lift Cinnamon up off the ground from behind with her arms wrapped around her waist but despite the rough landing of the previous move managed to actually slip out and shoves Kayoko backwards in an act of desperation. Kayoko stumbles forward as Felicia tries to grapple her and also gets shoved back even harder. Prada Paula sees this and stands up on the middle rope, holding onto the tagrope with one hand she reaches over as far as she can and her fingertips barely, just barely graze Felicia's back as the referee slaps his hands together again, this time an act that none of the women in the ring seem to notice. Kayoko and Felicia go for the Hi-Lo concept as Kayoko went low for a chopblock on Cinnamon while Felicia went high with a clothesline from the front and they both hit their target with efficiency. Kayoko then goes to lift Cinnamon up again as Felicia ascends to the top rope as this time they connect with the aided wheelbarrow legdrop! Felicia goes for the pin immediately after but the referee doesn't count! In the midst of this brief confusion Prada Paula, who was legal now in the ring as of fifteen seconds ago darts into the ring hits her patented Chick Kick right on the skull Felicia as Ms Gucci darts in, hobbling a fast as she could as she clotheslined Kayoko over the top rope. Paula goes for the pin! 1! 2!.... Violet manages to come to and sees what's happening and dives to break up the pin...


3! Violet gets there about half a second too late as the referee calls for the bell!

Baxter: Here are your winners and the NEW LONE Tag Team Champions... Prada Paula, Miss Gucci... The Gucci Gals!

The Gucci Gals quickly roll out of the ring as the referee ushers the belts to them after the timekeeper passes them off. Violent Violet and Cinnamon begin to exchange words in the middle of the ring, words of frustration as No Fly Zone realizes they just lost the belts without even being pinned.

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