2019.01.25: PWN - LONE - LONE 19

Intro

"I Can't Decide" by the Scissor Sisters hits over the public address sound system as the fans give Vixen a solid round of boos.

Vixen nonchalantly walks to the ring trying to ignore the fans as she rolls in and moves to the opposite side of the ring, motioning for a stage hand to give her a microphone.

North: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to another edition of LONE Supremacy! I'm Kevin North and tonight I'm joined by Frank Washington here at commentary.

Washington: Glad to be back for round 2! DIC is currently recuperating from the events of last month. We here at LONE wish him a full recovery. That being said, I've always felt at home sitting at the table and as long as you'll have me here I'm happy to step in.

North: Tonight we have another exciting card in store for you. Ainslee and Anne will be in action for the first time as a team, Qent and Olga are set to clash looking to resolve their differences once and for all, and we'll be hearing from the LONE Champion Alison Crowne sometime tonight. But first we're going to hear from Vixen.

Washington: It'll be interesting to hear what's on Vixen's mind. She's normally one of few words, letting her actions speak for her.

Vixen casually holds a microphone in her hand as she listens to the crowd booing her. She seems rather apathetic, almost as if she was out there because she had to be. As the crowd quiets down she raises the microphone up.

Vixen: Fickle. Every single one of you are fickle.

She points out to the crowd as if she was singling people out of the crowd.

Vixen: You look at society and with each passing day the glass cracks just a little further, the gears of time grind a little harder, a little slower. You see everything falling apart around you and yet...

Vixen pauses as she exhales a sigh as her eyes were pointed down at the ground.

Vixen: Yet, everyone finds a way to make somebody else feel their faces a just a little more pressed into the dirt. They see someone having a bad day and they go out of their way to make it worse. People profit off of misery without stopping to think of how their victims might feel. Money makes the world go 'round.

Vixen twirls her finger in the air in a loop.

Vixen: All I wanted to do was have fun, to put smiles on peoples faces. That's all I ever wanted to do. I played little harmless pranks, I turned the joke right back on those that would laugh and snicker at others and you people LOVED it! You people made me feel loved, accepted... for the first time in my life I felt like I belonged. I won a few matches that people didn't quite expect, I don't know maybe I wasn't /supposed/ to, but I did anyway. The bright eyed and bushy tailed rookie was making a big splash, the sky seemed to be the limit! So what does Jack E. Bux do? He puts me in a dead end tag team with a joke of a partner. 'Perfect Shot', yeah, the only shot you ever hit dead on was sending my career into a tailspin. But we were friends outside the ring, I felt that with that kind of bond that we had that we'd work harder for each other, to lift one another up! We were going to be champions together! We were going to put everybody on notice while giving everyone a show!

Vixen gets a little animated as her eyes dart up, her arms spreading wide and open. For a moment a glint of hope shimmered in her eye before dying just a swiftly, the apathy back with a vengeance.

Vixen: Yet you were always late. You were always late because you just had to be /everything/, an ace pilot, an ace attorney, the top reviewer on Yelp, a YouTube star, a spokeswoman for Finnish Electronics. And yet you spread yourself so far that you've failed at every single one of them! You try something until you get bored of it only to later on forget you tried it and make another run. Penelope Silven has the attention span of a goldfish and the memory to boot! I mean come on, I may only be a year removed from high school but at least I'm not casually dropping Tide pods while stumbling through life!

So I see that this isn't working, that something needs to change because this deranged lunatic is making this a 'job' instead of just going out there and having fun. Not that I owed any of /you/ an explanation for my actions but I had to do what was right for me so I could go back to wrestling my kind of matches, to entertaining all of /you/! I cut the dead weight, I make /one/ small decision for myself and suddenly I'm the villain?! I'm the bad guy?! How did this happen?!

Vixen was nearly shouting as she delivered her last few lines as that apathy was slowly giving way to anger and resentment.

Vixen: You people saw the joy draining from my eyes, you knew I was slowly dying inside so you grabbed me by the head and shoved my face further into the mud!You saw I was down and you kicked me and then kicked me again harder for good measure! How can one action erase all the smiles I made? How can one act remove a world of joy I gave from the goodness of my heart, all to make this dreary world just a little brighter? Oh yeah, go ahead and boo me. Boo me. Because I know if one of the skeletons hanging in your closet ever came to light they'll turn on your just as soon as they did to me.

I keep on trying to move on; but I can't. I can't because Silven keeps poking her head back into view. I put her away and she pops back up again looking for more. I just want to move on! Then Hannah Kix decides to kick me while I'm picking myself back up. Hannah, I know you want a shot at the LONE Championship; that you feel like you deserve it after everything you've done. But what about me, what about Vixen?! I wasn't your enemy! What makes you and your accomplishments worth more than mine?! Because you weren't stuck in a dead end team?! Is that it? Oh, it's because your some legit badass kickboxer? Is that it? Is Jack E. Bux trying to run a wrestling version of PRIDE Fighting Championships? In bed with Yakuza fixing fights and cultivating a certain image of top girls while keeping people like me with my head barely above water and slowly drowning? Are the Northside Queens going to drop in from a helicopter and rob everyone blind if someone like me successfully punched above their weight class? You owe em money, that's it, isn't it?!

Vixen appeared a little deranged as she spoke faster, the stress, the anger and the bubbling resentment finally rushing to the surface after having been bottled up for so long.

Vixen: I am just as good as Hannah Kix and I'm going to prove it! I'm going to prove it and all of your are going to sit there and gasp with your jaws hanging open! I'm going to beat Ami Reeves here tonight, I'm going to start and end a saga with her in one night when it took you half a year! Then you'll see, you'll all see!

Vixen vs. Ami Reeves

Opening up to the sound of some beautiful symphony, from behind the curtain steps Ami Reeves wearing a green “Legend of Zelda” shirt. Realizing that her theme just so happens to be the main theme from Zelda, she smiles at all of these fans while touching hands with them as she walks down to the ring.

Baxter: And introducing her opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts... Ami Reeves!

North: Vixen is definitely looking to send a message but she might be biting off more than she can chew here with Ami Reeves.

Washington: Don't let the fact that Hannah Kix prevailed in their rivalry fool you, Ami Reeves is an amazing competitor with a very impressive background to match. This is going to be a big test for Vixen here, but with a victory she could find herself rapidly ascending up the ranks of LONE.

DING DING

Vixen aggressively darts at Reeves, swinging wildly and undisciplined as she was throwing every bit of anger and frustration into her strikes. Some miss while others appear to be almost a little too on point as they draw loud, audible SMACKs and everything in between. Reeves is pressed up towards the ropes as the referee calls for a clean break. Vixen instead starts driving her knees repeatedly into Reeves' midsection over and over again. The referee calls for a clean break.

1!

2!

3!

4!

Vixen throws her hands up and backs off before pie facing Reeves as she tries to pull herself back up and off the ropes. Reeves responds with a few kicks of her own, hers being much more disciplined and precise as she targeted the legs and midsection.

North: Very back and forth action here early on. We got a big contrast in styles here as Vixen is going very wild and aggressive while Ami is picking her spots and striking with precision.

Washington: It's a very interesting gamble, Kevin. Vixen is swinging with careless abandon, she's got tremendous knockout potential, but she's going to wear herself out fast. Ami meanwhile is conserving her energy and will have the advantage the longer this match goes.

Vixen stumbles back from the strikes but manages to duck a swift kick aimed to the temple and uses this as an opportunity to hit Reeves with a takedown while unbalanced. Vixen tries to wrap her arms around her neck to transition to a choke but Reeves managed to block the attempt by moving her body and using her hands to block her arm from going completely around her neck. Vixen however sees this strategy for what it is and she bites Reeves' hand!

North: Completely illegal and unnecessary!

Washington: Sometimes the ring is all about survival, I get it. She's not going to earn the respect and adoration of her peers doing that but you do what you must. Vixen better watch it though, she's running a very high risk of getting disqualified in a hurry with that.

The referee threatens Vixen with disqualification as she bites Reeves again! Vixen however abandons the submission attempt despite forcing Reeves to draw her hands away. Vixen drives a running boot into her face before pivoting and hitting what could be considered a 'lazy springboard' moonsault by simply letting her legs bounce off the top rope as her body flipped backward and over with the splash connecting. Vixen quickly goes for the pin. 1, 2, KICKOUT!

North: Vixen almost had her with the springboard moonsault.

Washington: Not much effort on the moonsault but it connected with the force she needed. It wasn't pretty but it nearly got the job done

Vixen grits her teeth at the two count and yanks Reeves back to her feet by her hair, dragging her to the ropes and repeatedly running her foe's face against the top rope like she was putting her through a cheese grater, slapping her in the face upon turning her over and tangling her up in the ropes, using the top and the middle to hold Reeves captive and in place by her arms. The referee immediately calls for another break to free Reeves. Vixen just begins to chop repeatedly at Reeves' chest for all she's worth, SMACK after SMACK turning it red in a hurry. Reeves tries to defend herself by kicking her feet but Vixen easily maneuvered around them, sidestepping them as she continued her assault. The referee shouts one last verbal warning at Vixen to stop, the next time resulting in a disqualification. Vixen backs up almost as if she was about to comply but then she charges full force at Reeves!

North: Vixen has Ami tied up in the ropes. She's going to get disqualified if she connects!

Washington: I don't think she cares at this point Kevin, she's more concerned with being the only woman left standing!

Reeves manages to finally slip free and immediately drops down the the mat as the ropes rebound and untangle with Vixen colliding into the top rope, the rope catching her squarely in the throat!

North: Reeves got free and Vixen nearly decapitated herself on the top rope!

Washington: That hurts just watching it from over here. That's how you end up spending a night in the iron lung.

Reeves clutches her chest on the mat for a moment before pulling herself up. With Vixen still stunned Reeves shoots a roundhouse kick straight to the head, connecting! Reeves then pivots on her foot and swings back in the opposite direction with the same leg, the soles of her boot catching Vixen on the jaw and sending her down to the mat. Reeves falls on top of her for the cover. 1, 2... 3!

Baxter: Here is your winner, Ami Reeves!

North: What a win by Ami Reeves. What a one-two kick combination!

Washington: Ami Reeves can win a match out of nowhere and sometimes it pays to be more disciplined than your opponent. Great bounce back victory.

Backstage Segment: No Fly Zone

The action shifts to an indoor skate park as the sounds of wheels skating and clacking of boards and bicycle pegs grinding on rails filled the facility. As the camera pans through the expansive park, the rails, ramps, half pipes; you name it and it was probably there, the camera slowly begins to focus on “Fly” Felicia Hawkins and Kayoko Ichikawa standing at the top of a half pipe. They both held onto identical NFZ skateboards with their logo decked out on the deck with purple and yellow wheels.

Felicia: You know, I wish we could be standing here right now in the LONE Arena with the tag team championships around our waists. I wish we could be out there putting on the best tag action in the game today. There's a lot of things I wish we /could/ be doing right now.

She paused as she stared into the camera with Kayoko by her side. Neither woman appeared to be thrilled or excited, but behind that disappointment in their eyes was a ravenous hunger. An appetite for the gold, to prove why they're the best tag team in the game. They both appeared to be like a pair of QBs waiting for the coach to put them back in the game only to never hear their numbers called. Ticking time bombs jam packed with emotion.

Felicia: I get it, I do. Sometimes you lose without ever having your shoulders pinned to the mat. The Gucci Gals took advantage of a situation and seized the prize. It is what it is, I can't stand here and say they didn't get it done when almost everything was fair game. But!

She raised her index finger before pointing it straight at the camera, as if she was addressing someone or something in the room.

Felicia: As the former champs we're contractually guaranteed a rematch. One shot. Other than that, nothing is guaranteed and when you hold that belt you're always a target; always trying to prove that you deserve your spot. LONE deserves fighting champions; women that'll go out there on any given night and be willing to throw their chips down and go all in. Win, lose, or draw that's what the No Fly Zone is all about; what we've always been about and what we'll /always/ be about. Kayoko and I only know one gear; call our number and we'll face anybody.

Kayoko nods emphatically.

Felicia: But that's just the problem; we haven't been called. The last few months after losing the belts we've been sitting home waiting for our opportunity, not even just for the belt but to go out there and entertain everyone. Get a text, a little smiling emoji telling us that we're free to do what we want this month. Free to go out, go on vacation, drive down the interstate and drum up a little more excitement and outreach. It's easy to sit on the couch with some Netflix and a tub of ice cream; hang out with our good friends Ben and Jerry and become complacent; satisfied that we still even have a job.

The camera pans over to Kayoko who's sneaking a few spoonfuls of rocky road out in a small personal container. One could assume she had it hiding under her skateboard. Felicia glances over and motions for the ice cream.

Felicia: Hey, you holding out on me? Hook me up a scoop!

Kayoko darts her eyes and once she finds out she's caught gives a sheepish grin and offers her a spoonful, which Felicia has no problems taking. The two grinned at one another showing a lighter side of an otherwise emotional video shoot.

Felicia: But that's not what we're about. If you're satisfied, if you're happy with where you're at you're never going to have a reason to dig down deep and reach higher for that brass ring in the sky. I mean look at Frankie Cocheese. Look at Cocheese. During his career that man was never satisfied. Always hungry, always looking to put more stacks and stacks on his table whether he was the world heavyweight champion, tag team champion, or mowing people down with his world famous Toe Tagger. That man was never satisfied, never happy and he wanted to leave no doubt in anybody's mind that he was the best! Now, that doesn't mean either of us have to have a perpetual scowl, angry at the world but if you don't have that burning fire, that raging inferno right here, then why are you here?!

Felicia jabbed her index finger into her chest emphatically several times over her heart.

Felicia: So sorry, Jack E Bux. I'm sorry about your troubles, sorry about your ankle and I'm sorry you got two women that are running around like hell on wheels but we need to get fed, too! We want the gold, we want the tag team titles! So you better buckle up tight, because we're ready to fly!

With that both women drop their boards, letting the tail end rest on the lip of the half pipe, leaning forward they descend at a rapid pace down the pipe, coming up to the other end both women launch into the air with incredible height, the video package fading out.

Anne "Flying" Grayson & Ainslee Avalon vs. The Stadtfelds (Amy & Anna Stadtfeld)

Baxter: The following tag-team match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, two top students of the LONE Academy, from Albuquerque, New Mexico, Amy and Anna Stadtfeld!

North: I tell you what, Frank, I’ve been seeing good things coming out of these two the last couple of months and being siblings they know each other like the back of their hand.

Washington: And not to point out the obvious here but they are twins as well and if twins in wrestling history have ever taught us anything, it’s that they can be quite sneaky and you have to keep your eyes on them at all times.

North: This is very true, Frank. And then we have to consider who their opponents are as well because these two ladies are second and third generation wrestlers and trained by some of the best this business has ever had to offer in their family alone. The Stadtfeld Sisters definitely have their work cut out for them.

Washington: They definitely do but let’s keep an open mind going into this because the sisters are sure to be on the same page, but can we really say the same thing about Anne Grayson and Ainslee Avalon?

North: They’ve had the last month to try and work out any differences that they may have after coming off of their grueling Last Woman Standing battle and when we factor all of these things in, I’m excited to see what happens here today.

“Holy Diver” by Killswitch Engage hits the speakers in a mixed assortment of a crowd reaction and Ainslee steps out from behind the curtain.

Baxter: And now making her way to the ring, from New York City, she would like to be announced as a third generation megastar, Ainslee Aaaavalloooonnn!

Ainslee keeping her eyes focused to the ring and looking pretty healed up after some time off. She’s conducting herself in a manner that is looking to almost intimidate the twins as she walks up the steps and onto the apron before her music is cut off to the sounds of “Long Way Down” by Haste the Day picks up and the crowd is on their feet in a chorus of cheers for the high energy Anne Grayson.

Baxter: And now making her way to the ring, from Atlanta, Georgia, Annne “Flying” Graaayyysooonnn!

North: If you just listen to that crowd reaction, I can honestly say that Anne Grayson is one of our more popular athletes on the LONE roster.

Washington: Absolutely and she’s well deserving of it. I had an opportunity to work with her dad for a couple of years down in Missouri and I know he was no slouch to teaching the talent, especially for Anne. I also had the opportunity to oversee both her and Ainslee in their brief stints in MIssouri as well and I’m impressed by what both of them bring to the table. Ainslee Avalon is a strong villain and knows how to get under the skin of her opponents. There’s never been an official working relationship between these two in this regard but it’s sure to be something else. Anne might be popular among our fans but never count Ainslee out.

Anne wastes no time getting to the ring, tossing her baseball cap out to the crowd and her overshirt with her Nightwing inspired logo off to the side, she slides into the ring between Ainslee’s legs, taking Ainslee by surprise as well. Ainslee gets into the ring and is having a face to face confrontation with Ainslee over that slide.

North: And the two are already not off to an amazing start.

Washington: I’m not so sure about that, North!

And just as Kevin North spoke, the twins tried to take advantage of what they thought was a disconnect in the team but instead were met with back elbows each to the face. Anne and Ainslee instantly turn their focus to the the match. Amy finds herself tossed out of the ring and Anna is being met by a ferocious fury of strikes by Ainslee that takes Anna back to the corner. While Ainslee has Anna in the corner with knee strikes and right elbows, Grayson takes this moment to do what she does best. With her quick feet, Grayson hits the ropes and full speed ahead launches over the top rope and with a flip in the air, she comes crashing down on Amy Stadtfeld and landing on her feet with a big hoorah from the crowd. Anne Grayson gets back to the ring and makes eye contact with Ainslee.

North: It looks like these two have used their time wisely to actually formulate a plan of attack and right away it’s off to a hot start!

Washington: They may not be the biggest fans of one another but they were also told that if they didn’t make an effort that they could very well lose their jobs here and LONE and neither of them want that. It’s the classic ‘enemy of my enemy is my friend’ and they have a mutual enemy in the Stadtfeld Twins. It’s a strategic move that only makes sense.

North: It’s a real change in pace having you out here instead of DIC, Frank, but I’m glad you are because you’re exactly right. All four women have an immense amount of talent but the experience edge is just playing through with the team that comes from wrestling families.

WIth the eye contact in the ring, Ainslee whips Anna over to Anne Grayson who meets her half way with a standing sidekick to the jaw. A superkick if you will. Our official is finally getting to control and Ainslee steps to the apron. Anne is working on bringing Anna up to her feet but is caught with a quick small package but only a one as Anne got out very quickly. Once to her feet, she’s met with an arm drag, followed by another and another. And just when Anna thought she had the one up and got a little cocky, she turns around to be met with a dropkick. Anne then hits the middle rope and connects a moonsault with a pin attempt but only two. Ainslee is calling for the tag so Anne brings Anna to her feet once more but is met by a jaw breaker and then Anna attempt a step up enziguri but Anne saw it coming enough to duck it but manages to hold onto one of Anna’s legs and drops to the mat with a leg lock submission. Amy Stadtfelt is showing up again and reaches into the ring, grabbing her sisters arms and pulls her to the ropes, forcing a break.

North: And there’s an example of some teamwork. It’s been a few minutes since we had saw Amy and it looks like she was just finding the right time!

Washington: Indeed it was North, and the timing possibly saved them the match there. But the one thing we’re not seeing is much tag team action. Anne looks to be trying to hold this off on her own and Ainslee will not take that for long.

Anne is calling to the crowd for another high spot move, a dive perhaps as the sisters reconvene outside the ring with the ten count going. Anne rushes back to the ropes but she was close enough that Ainslee tagged herself in with a nice slap to Anne’s back. Anne stops in her tracks and looks at Ainslee asking her what was up and Ainslee just shrugs her shoulders. The referee makes Anne go outside the ring and Ainslee baseball slides both Stadtfeld sisters knocking them both into the guard rail. Ainslee slides out of the ring to follow and is taking a much more aggressive approach. Ainslee takes the girls, one at a time, and slams their heads into the guard rail. Amy though tackles Ainslee and rushes her back first into the side of the ring. Anna who’s legal still rushes and jumps up essentially hitting Ainslee with a lariat before sliding into the ring feet first. Pretty impressive. The inexperience causes her to get a little cocky and Anne comes in.

North: A very impressive move there by the twins, taking a more aggressive approach to the more aggressive teammate for sure! But they’re not sticking to it. When you’ve turned the tides on somebody like Ainslee Avalon you want to make sure that you’re staying on top of her to keep your momentum and we have Anne Grayson coming back in!

Washington: Exactly right, North: I couldn’t have said it better myself. Things are a little back and forth but I feel that Anne and Ainslee are going to be trying to end this very soon.

Anne doesn’t even rush in but she does hook her left arm around the front of Anna’s neck and Grayson’s right arm lifts up and cradles Anna’s right leg and in one swift motion Anna goes up and over Grayson with a Cradle Belly to Back Suplex that lands Anna face down on the mat and holding her stomach. Outside the ring, Ainslee broke away from Amy with shots to her back making her let go. Amy is now doing everything she can to stay away from Ainslee by trying to run around the ring. The referee however is counting Ainslee out and tell her to get back into the ring. So Anne Grayson dips outside to cut off Amy, forcing her to slide back into the ring and AInslee follows. Amy is quick to just get to the apon and Ainslee is looking over the downed Anna Stadtfelt and grabs her hair, lifting her head off the mat, forcing her to look at Amy who is on apron. Ainslee gets a sly little smirk and works on bringing Anna to her feet and carrying her over to Amy, forcing the tag to happen, by grabbing Anna’s wrist and tagging Amy in. Amy looks terrified and Ainslee lets Anna go and she just falls to the mat and rolls outside.

Washington: And this is exactly what you were referencing, North. The twins didn’t stay on top of Ainslee and now Anna may be out for the rest of the match and Amy looks absolutely terrified.

Ainslee grabs Amy by the head and attempts to flip her into the ring but Amy lands on her feet by a crowd surprise but Ainslee attempts to Irish Whip Amy for some momentum and Amy counters that with one of her own. As Ainslee hits the ropes, Anne Grayson returns the favor from earlier by tagging herself in. Ainslee looks none too happy but Anne holds up one finger then with no hands, jumps to the middle rope and then over the top rope, lands on Amy’s shoulders but spins completely around so that Anne has almost put herself into an Electric Chair position and takes the momentum backwards with a reverse-rana DDT and the crowd is going nuts with a “THAT WAS AWESOME!” over and over again. Amy pops up to her feet with birds above her head in la la land and falls into a corner. Anne goes back to Ainslee and holds her hand out now for a voluntary tag and Ainslee takes it.

North: It looks like these two are learning to be more like a team as time goes on, adapting to one another and Anne and Ainslee, neither failing to impress and really showing off those strong styles of theirs respectively.

Washington: What Anne Grayson just did 100% lived up to the “Flying” portion of her name because in all of my time in the business and watching the business, I have never seen anybody else pull off what she just did and that is purely amazing and a strong sense of athleticism coming from her.

Ainslee is in the ring and Anne is telling her to basically set up Amy in some form. So Ainslee does, holding Amy up like a wheelbarrow but Amy is facing the sky. Ainslee is holding her by the waist in a squatted position for support. Anne Grayson is up top now and jumps off with a crazy 450 shooting star press onto Amy Stadtfeld. She crashes to the mat, but Ainslee doesn’t let go. Instead she turns Amy over and applies a single leg boston crab with a little more arch in the back similar to the Liontamer and Ainslee just starts to viciously kick Amy in the head over and over again. The referee slides in, to check for the submission and we see Anna is trying to get back in, only to have a headscissor takedown by Anne Grayson. Amy Stadtfeld isn’t moving, especially with the kicks and the and the bell is called for the victory almost immediately.

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap*

North: Just listen to this crowd Frank! That impromptu double team finisher is one of the craziest things I’ve ever seen but dammit if that wasn’t one of the most exciting things I’ve ever seen! Both teams put up a hell of a fight tonight and the team of Grayson/Avalon surprised us in a lot of ways as well. And after tonight I’m hoping for two things: one, you stay on as my partner here Frank, and two - that we get to see these two in tag action again. What a match with even more to come!

Baxter: Your winners, Anne Grayson and Ainslee Avalon!

“Holy Diver” is playing across the speakers and the show cuts to an intermission.

"Pretty" Fay Qent vs Olga the Barbarian w/Frank Debauchee

Suddenly the arena blares with the sound of “Pretty Vacant” by The Sex Pistols as "Pretty" Fay Qent parts through the curtains.

Baxter: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and by order of Jack E. Bux is now a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH! Introducing first, from Portland, Maine, 'Pretty' Fay Qent!

North: Now that's a bombshell, last minute announcement!

Washington: This changes the game here between these two. These two have been at it for quite a while, the last 11 months Olga and Qent have been at each other's throats in some form or another. We've seen many sneak attacks, ambushes and everything not nailed down to the floor used at one another. Tonight Jack E. Bux is ready to bring this one to an end. One has to think that the Thanksgiving Qent, Olga, and Debauchee spent together had to be a factor here.

North: No doubt, Frank. This match may not even make it to the ring and it doesn't even need to! The entire continent of North America technically is fair game here. When you have a falls count anywhere match it's anything goes and one way or another there will be a winner. That's the only way this ends.

Washington: In Missouri we experimented with a 24/7 Hardcore Championship where falls counted anywhere. KCPD wasn't exactly happy with us there... I hope Portland's finest are ready.

As Fay Qent is walking down the ramp Olga bursts through the curtain and with a wind up she sprints and twists her body as she balls up her fist and swings with a Polish hammer, cutting the music short. The referee immediately calls for the start of the match due to the nature of the rules.

DING DING

North: Right on the money Frank. This match has already begun! One has to be keeping their head on a swivel for Frank Debauchee though.

Washington: What most people don't realize about Frank Debauchee is the cerebral mind that he has for this game. He's always got some kind of angle, some way to get inside your head and with this being a women's wrestling promotion he's more or less got a wide open playbook to work with. It's easy to point out what he does as sexist and I mean, I can't deny that. It's the truth. But he knows that's going to get a visceral reaction out of just about anyone and that's why he does it. He wants you to react emotionally while he tears you apart with cold and calculating logic. When he was a wrestler he'd use images of his opponent's girlfriend or wives on his wrestling tights and as a manager he finds another outlet to give Olga the best chance for victory; not that she needs it.

North: Very unique insight. Most people, myself included figures he just does it because he enjoys it.

Washington: He absolutely does, don't get me wrong. But I've shared a locker room with him before in my career and I've also worked in the front office dealing with him as a talent. He's never going to win Man of the Year or win an award for being a nice guy.

Qent crashes to the ground, unprepared for the strike. Debauchee trots out shortly behind Olga shouting and clapping, wanting her to avenge their recent humiliation at the hands of one of Portland's own. Olga throws a few meaty hooks and punches at Qent as she tries to get up. Qent catches Olga with a mean uppercut, almost out of nowhere as she popped back up with some authority as she tried to avoid the same results of the last few ambushes Olga and Debauchee concocted. Olga's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she stumbled back but didn't fall over but Qent quickly grabbed her by her hair and using her grip as leverage tosses her over the barricade. Qent hops over it as the referee by this point has already rolled out of the ring and jogged up the ramp to get closer to the action.

North: Speak of the devil and he shall appear. So far Qent isn't letting that get to her though and she's taken early command of this match in spite of the ambush.

Washington: Well, when you get ambushed enough you have to develop a sixth sense purely for survival. You look at Qent and the way she's built, you see all that muscle paired with finesse and usually she's going to be the one flinging people around like ragdolls. She's used to being the biggest dog in the yard, but Olga is a genetic marvel. Six foot tall, 210 pounds of solid muscle, 5% body fat. They broke the mold when they made her. But Qent isn't one to give up and if you look she's got a little more power behind her strikes and throws. Iron sharpens iron.

North: No doubt. The odds may finally be even here but Debauchee can legally get involved here now.

Olga stumbles to her feet and pushes a fan in front of Qent as she attempts to retreat through the crowd, repeating the process over and over again. This seems to slow Qent down as Olga still doesn't appear to be 100% again after taking an uppercut that would've probably knocked most people out cold. Qent brushes past the crowd, carefully avoiding the unwilling human shields in her path. Finally as Olga attempts to grab another fan from the crowd they manage to wiggle away, causing Olga to think fast on her feet. She does so as she grabs a drink from a fan and throws it in Qent's face, blinding her as the cherry soda stains her face and shirt. Olga then yanks a chair out from under a fan, causing them to stumble as they hurry to get up. Olga folds the chair and slams it hard onto Qent's right shoulder leaving a noticeable dent in the chair as she she screams out in pain. Olga swings and cracks her again in the right shoulder. Olga then aims for the head as she prepares to swing once more but Qent cracks back and shoots a left haymaker, punching the chair into Olga's face before she can swing forward! Qent shakes her left hand several times as Olga drops the chair before picking up the chair herself and throwing it in Olga's face!

North: Olga just got cracked right in the face with that haymaker, having the chair punched straight into her face and then getting the chair thrown back at it. And she's still not down!

Washington: Qent may have broken her hand on that one but when that adrenaline is pumping you can ignore your body's limits for a short while. Definitely left a dent in Olga's jaw there but the fact that she's still standing in spite of that combination is a little terrifying.

The referee after getting lost in the traffic of the crowd finally made his way to the action as he urged the crowd to stand back. Security by this point has also caught up, forming a barrier between the talent and the fans. Debauchee however appeared to be nowhere to be found.

North: Where did Debauchee go?

Washington: Probably made a tactical retreat, but I wouldn't celebrate yet if I were Qent. Knowing him he's got something up his sleeve.

Qent points to a row in the crowd as everyone around her cheers. Olga meanwhile has fallen to knee from the impact of the chair, desperately trying to shake out the cobwebs. Qent grabs hold of Olga and tosses her into a row of chairs, the chairs skidding and scrapping on the ground, several tumbling over with Olga as she crashes down to the floor. Qent stops as she sees a group of what appears to be college students wanting a selfie with her. Qent does them one better as she instructs them to follow her, telling the guards to let them through as they all get on a knee and strike poses as they take their selfie with Olga laying in a heap of chairs.

North: Olga into the row of chairs! She's finally down!

Washington: And a few lucky people just got the selfie of a lifetime! Very bold by Qent but I like it.

Qent instructs one of the fans to hand her a chair before they return to their seats and is promptly given one as she slowly walks over to Olga, looking to put the final nail in the coffin for this feud as she raises the chair up above her head... waiting to strike...



...but Debauchee grabs the chair from behind! Debauchee had come back into view as he and Qent then begin to wrestle for control of the foreign object. Debauchee just about has the chair fully within his grasp when Qent lets go, only to swiftly deliver a kick straight to the groin! Debauchee drops the chair and then drops to the ground himself with his hands over his nether region screaming in agony. Debauchee calls for a nurse, a plea that goes unanswered as he's only met by security; for the sole purpose to make sure nobody adds further insult to injury from the crowd.

North: I think the Calendar Man is going to be out of commission for a while! How many people have been waiting for that one?

Washington: Judging by the crowd going nuts over here, quite a while. You live by the sword you die by the... well, you know. Only those willing to be shot should be willing to pull the trigger.

Qent dusts her hands off towards Debauchee as Olga, having used those precious seconds to recover was already back on her feet. Olga has the jump on Qent as she approaches her from her blindside and spears her right into the wall as Qent lets out a big 'OOOOOMPH!' upon impact. Qent slumps against the wall as she slowly slides to the floor.

North: Spear! If that wall had been made out of anything weaker we may have had reduced seating capacity for a few shows for repairs.

Washington: I felt that one all the way from over here. Qent didn't even have a opportunity to brace her body for the impact.

Olga wastes no time staying on the attack as she grabs her opponent by the legs and swings her right into the wall! Olga holds on and she rears back and swings her again, straight into the wall! Olga still hangs on as she begins to swing Qent even more, this time rotating in a circle, Qent placing her hands behind the back of her head as her only mode of defense, trapped and essentially helpless in the moment. The crowd begins to count with each full rotation.

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FOURTEE-

Olga finally lets go as Qent collides with another row of chairs, the loud metal clanging against metal echoing through the arena. Qent and several chairs skid and slide across the ground. Olga nearly falls over several times as she loses her balance and finally she turns to the wall for leverage as her head was still spinning.

North: I think I'm getting woozy over here. To be spun around nearly 14 times and then launched into a row of chairs. Makes me glad I'm on this side of the announce table.

Washington: There's a reason I'm an executive these days. Qent is going to feel that for at least two weeks, probably longer. I'd be surprised if she didn't have a few bruised ribs after that.

Olga stumbles forward and tries to find Qent but has no luck, unsure of where exactly she let go of the swing. Finally after twenty seconds or so she finally spots her and stumbles over to her, hooking the leg for the pinfall as the referee counts. 1, 2,THRE-KICKOUT! Qent managed to barely kick out! Olga slowly rolls off of her, crawling towards a row of chairs and using them to pull herself up as Qent crawls in the opposite direction.

North: Qent kicks out from what appeared to be a bit of a fast count.

Washington: I wasn't aware Mark Robertson was back in town. That was a bit fast I have to admit. But Qent is still in this so it's not quite yet a factor.

Olga finally seems to have gotten her wits about her as she walked towards Qent straight as an arrow, driving her boot into the side of her head as she tried to get up on her feet. Olga grabs a fistful of hair, possibly looking to set up the Olga Bomb but Qent, thinking quick on her feet grabbed a tray of nachos left by a fan and pops up and slams it into Russian's face! Olga screams in pain as the jalapeno juices got into her eyes along with the cheese sauce which was also spicy.

North: Manny's Famous Nachos just got a little more famous! That signature spicy cheese blend with fresh jalapenos is enough to make anyone temporarily to blind!

Washington: I may be a fan but I'm not that big of a fan to get it in my eyes. Hard pass.

Qent sees the opportunity and seizes the advantage as she nails Olga with The Tomahawk Chop, her signature clothesline, twisting Olga inside out before she crashes to the ground. Before Qent can go for the pin however the referee gets in front of her and orders her to back off, drawing loud boos from the crowd. Qent throws her arms up in an animated fashion as the referee points his index and middle fingers to his eyes.

Washington: I... I don't understand what the referee is trying to do here. This is falls count anywhere, anything goes. That was as legal as a headlock.

The official tries to explain that he's only doing his job, following a rule from the Maine Athletic Commission. Qent blinks her eyes in disbelief and shoves him aside, drawing a large round of cheers from the crowd who certainly weren't on his side after what many may have thought was an error in judgment.

North: I'm with you there, Frank. I don't even think that rule even exists. Something's not right here.

As the referee falls to the ground a $100 bill falls out next to him, presumably either out of his pocket or out of his other hand. The referee suddenly looks terrified as he sees the bill next to him before timidly looking up at Qent. The referee snatches the bill up and pockets it before throwing his hands up defensively, backing away as Qent crept closer to him. The referee pleads for mercy as he points in Debauchee's general direction; or at least the direction he was last seen. He pleads for mercy again as Qent points to him before raising her thumb up and down trying to take a verbal vote on his fate. The thumbs up gets nothing but boos while the crowd nearly erupts into a frenzy when the thumb tilts and then points down. The referee begs for leniency at this point but instead Qent yanks him up off the ground carrying him over her shoulder and then dropping him down for The Scalper, her Tombstone Piledriver.

Washington: Thanks for playing! He can spend that $100 on extra strength Tylenol for that massive headache he's going to wake up to.

North: Normally I'm not for this but if you're going to accept a bribe and get caught... you kinda got what's coming to you. Hard to feel too much sympathy here.

Qent turns her attention towards Olga, only to realize she was gone. Qent looks around looking to catch a lead to her whereabouts. It doesn't take her long as she sees some nacho cheese smeared on the frame of the doorway leading to a hallway. Qent makes her way through several fans looking to slap her hand or pat her on the way out as the cameras shift to the backstage area, broadcasting the action on the jumbo screen for those in the arena.

North: Now the action is moving backstage, but now we're minus one referee!

Washington; When in doubt follow the cheddar brick road.

The cameras follow Qent as she wanders through the hall, making her way towards catering where Homeless Hannah is making what appears to be a ham, turkey, cheese, whipped cream and... peanut butter sandwich? Qent shoots her a side-eyed glance, scrunching her nose up a little as she walks past her. The ring crew could be seen laughing and carrying on a discussion with plates of food to their sides playing cards. Qent shook her head as she was striking out so far. Then she saw what appeared to be some nacho cheese smeared at a corner of the table. She storms over and lifts up the table cloth sending some cards flying in the air in the process.

Guy: Dude, what's your proble- oh... shit.

The guy stops as his eyes go wide as he looks up and sees Qent.

Girl: Just leave it be. Squee dies all the time but he always comes back. Just cast him again next turn. Besides... I don't think that's the tree you want to go barking up, buddy.

The woman probably saved his life as Qent was in no mood for fun and games. As she checked under the table she saw no sign of Olga.

Qent: Where's Olga?

Guy: She went down that way, I think. Please don't kill me.

The guy nervously point around the corner and Qent mercifully leaves catering, the guy letting out a sigh of relief.

Washington: Disaster narrowly averted. He better thank his lucky stars and buy her lunch for that.

As Qent continues down the hallway Slapp and Tick L. are passing a 2 liter bottle of Faygo root beer taking turns gulping it down.

Tick L.: Well look at who it is, it's the Fiercest Felon of the F-A-LL-COAST!

Qent: Have either of you seen...

Slapp: Whoa, whoa whoa! Calm down! Do we look like a couple a snitches to you?

Qent slams Slapp up against the wall, causing her to drop the soda as it sprays all over the walls and the floor.

Tick L.: For real? That was Faygo! Not cool!

Slapp: Not again... Look, I don't know where Alison and Lexi are this time, okay? So you can back off before we lay some Juggalo Justice on you for our fallen Faygo, WHOOP WHOOP!

Qent looks somewhere between angry and confused as she stares into Slapp's eyes and by extension her soul.

Qent: Olga, you clown-faced stooges!

Before the situation could escalate Olga came skidding in, her feet causing her to slide across the wet floor as she blindsides Qent with a clothesline.

Slapp: She's right there, you big dummy! Kick her ass, yo!

Tick L.: WHOOP WHOOP!

Tick L. and Slapp both scramble to get out of the war zone, both slipping and falling several times on the spilled Faygo before they finally put distance between Olga and Qent.

North: Well, Qent found her alright, Olga with yet another ambush. How many are we at now?

Washington: Lost count long ago. I expected Debauchee there, assuming he isn't being transported to the ICU to put Humpty Dumpty back together.

Olga looses her footing as well and has to use the wall to keep herself up and by the time she regains her composure Qent is already on her way back up. Olga cuts her losses and starts running down the hallway and hooks left, Qent begins to give chase again. As Qent make a sharp left Olga is waiting for her halfway down the corridor with a mop. Qent quickly scans her surroundings and finds a broom and she draws it outward like a sword as they both walk towards each other. Olga and Qent swing, as their respective cleaning equipment (for lack of a better term) clash with one another, like two swords locking up with one another.

CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK-CLACK-CLACK!

The wood upon wood echoing through the halls as neither one can seem to get a clear shot on the other. Olga swings downward with a lot of force behind it as Qent expertly parries the strike and hits a precise swing on Olga's wrist as she follows up with a counter attack disarming her. Olga takes a few steps backward as a door creaks open behind Qent. Qent turns around as Frank Debauchee is armed with a fire extinguisher with the hose pointed right at her! Debauchee squeezes down on the hose clamp as the white foam and smoke jets out at lightning speed. Qent ducks and misses the blast by just a split second leaving Olga to take the full brunt of it! Olga screams and tries to get the foam out of her eyes as Debauchee drops the fire extinguisher out of shock. Before he can turn to his Plan B Qent brings the broom down over his head, snapping it in two and causing the wood to splinter. She then picks up the fire extinguisher and drives it into Olga's skull, sending her down to the floor. This time another door opens further down the hallway as Head of Talent Relations Steven O'Reilly pokes out his head and sees the altercation. O'Reilly takes off his jacket and runs down the hallway as Qent goes for the cover.

North: Steven O'Reilly... Steven O'Reilly is here to restore order! In the case of an emergncy an executive or valid figure of authority can step in and assume the powers and duties of a referee.

Washington:I wouldn't worry about him, he's tough as nails. But can Olga find a way out or did Qent finally strike the finishing blow?

O'Reilly drops down to the floor and counts the pin as the does the crowd watching inside the arena.

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O'Reilly; Ring the bell!

Baxter: Here is your winner, “Pretty” Fay Qent!

North: It's over, it's finally over, Qent has prevailed to close this lengthy chapter in LONE history!

Washington: She slayed a big dragon here tonight, I think it's only a matter of time now before she's back in the championship picture. That was a signature win for her career win ladies and gentlemen.

"The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne promo, and in action.

“As I Am” by Dream Theater hits the arena, the crowd erupting in thunderous boos as they know exactly what that means. The lights dim, save for the lone spotlight on the entrance curtain as Alison Crowne slowly steps out in her ring gear, still wearing her infamous shirt “I BROKE WENDY'S NECK” with the LONE Championship resting on her shoulder. This time she was coming out alone, a surprise that would quickly be explained by commentary.

North: Last month we saw a heinous attack at the hands of Alison Crowne and Lexi Pryce on Jack E. Bux. Bux came out to fine Alison Crowne for putting her hands on a ringside doctor to the tune of five thousand dollars.

Washington: To be fair, she didn't lay a finger on him; she ran full speed with an exposed knee strike. That's worse. Especially with the extensive martial arts knowledge she knows. There's three women I'd never want to get in a fight with; Hannah Kix, Ami Reeves, and Alison Crowne. That's no disrespect to the rest of the women out there but when you got the kind of training and background they have it should be a law that they have to register their hands and fists as deadly weapons.

North: Nothing about your ex-wife?

Washington: HAHAHAHA! That's mob business; that's a whole different kind of danger, Kevin my friend! True story, folks. I married an Italian mob boss's daughter years ago. It was great, for a while. But you know how those wrestling marriages tend to work out; they don't tend to long term unless you're both out of the business by then.

North: Should I even feel safe sitting next to you with that information?

Washington: Relax, I don't have any hits on me. It's one of those things that worked out for the better for everyone involved. I do miss that cottage we had in Ireland though... But back to the business at hand here, speaking of dangerous it's always a dangerous play to put your hands on the boss and break his ankle. Usually you don't tend to get away with that without the boss putting himself in the ring as a competitor first. Alison and Lexi were of course fined but Lexi Pryce insisted in being checked by her own personal physician after she had a “seemingly miraculous recovery” while Bux insisted that she be seen my LONE doctors to determine her ring status. Since Lexi has refused she has been suspended for the month of January.

North: The following footage is not for the feint at heart, but to those at home who may have missed last month's show, here's what lead to yet another fine and a suspension.

The footage then begins to roll from LONE 18.

Bux: Okay, you want to play that way? Fine, Alison. Fine. I'll let you have this one but if Terri happens to cost you that belt of yours like a certain friend of yours did to her... I guess my hands are tied there. But be careful what you wish for Alison, you just might get more than what you... AAAAAAAUUUGGGGGGGHH!

Alison grins like a Cheshire cat as it appears just as Bux might be getting ready to drop a bombshell of a stipulation or an added condition Lexi Pryce appears behind Bux and cracks him hard in the ankle with a wooden crutch! Lexi smacks him repeatedly as Alison rolls out of the ring and quickly snatches Wendy's chair from the front row, folding it up and making a bee line up the ramp. Alison and Lexi take turns stomping on Bux's ankle as the two women laugh at him.

Alison: You want to fine me? Five thousand?

STOMP!

Alison: Ten thousand?

STOMP!

Alison: Fifteen thousand?

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Alison: You want a reason money man?! I'm about to give you one, you corporate stooge!

Alison unfolds the chair just enough to wedge Bux's ankle within it. Alison and Lexi look to one another as they each count down with their fingers from three to one before they each stomp on the chair at the same time, causing Bux to scream in agonizing, blood curdling pain. Alison then holds out her palm and stars fanning out imaginary money as Lexi starts snatching the invisible bills out of the air. The duo quickly spit like bowling pins however as Terri sprints out from the back, just barely missing Alison as she snatched at her jacket. Both Alison and Lexi quickly make it backstage and Terri is quick to chase behind all while EMT's rush to Bux.

The camera shifts back to the backstage area as Alison was the first down the hallway, taking a sharp turn at the right. Lexi is next into view as she's running on what's supposed to be her bad leg with her crutch in her hand as Terri is hot on her heels.

North: Oh God! I can't believe what they just did to Bux. Knowing Bux like I know him, he still won't fire Alison even if he should. Look at Lexi's leg now. Now it's healed completely when she has to run away. She must have the same doctor as Mark Robertson.

Lexi scrambles as she takes a sharp turn left as this time Terri just falls a fingertip's reach away from grabbing her by the collar. Lexi sprints as she rapidly begins to close in on a fork, darting into the room on the right, locking it and placing her crutch behind the doorknob to barricade herself in. Terri pounds violently on the door several times out of frustration, before she grabs a nearby fire extinguisher and throws it against the door before finally giving up. Terri finally walks away having both been eluded by her main target and thwarted by her partner in crime.

North: She's lucky she's got a job still, both of them. But Bux isn't the kind of guy to do that. The man has a heart of gold; he'll use every other method he can short of the 'nuclear option' if he can.

Washington: Well, and I can't confirm this, but I'm hearing Lexi Pryce may have Eugene Varano retained as her legal counsel and may be looking in to challenging this disciplinary measure as 'excessively punitive'. If so this may only be a temporary victory for Bux. I know Varano both from a personal and a business standpoint and he's never lost a case. He's definitely not cheap, but all he does is win.

North: That remains to be seen, Frank. But one thing is for sure, the headaches are far from over. At least there's some relief though, DIC being out of commission and all.

Washington: We do wish DIC a full recovery.

Alison Crowne walks down the ramp with a deliberate, methodical pace and appears to have overheard Frank Washington as she glances over, pausing momentarily with a smug grin holding up her fist, rotating her wrist.

Baxter: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome at this time... she has insisted on being announced as both The Highlight of the Night and The Woman Who Broke Wendy's Neck...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Baxter: She is the Ladies of New England Champion... Alison Crowne!

Alison grabs a mic from the timekeeper and slowly walks up the steps, holding her belt up high on the apron before stepping through the ropes and entering the ring.

Alison: You know, I've known for a while that LONE has been a world with two different sets of rules, applied to whatever fits Jack E. Boy's whims and protects his Favored Portland Daughters but if the favoritism wasn't obvious before it's undeniable now. It's like the pendulum has swung back the other way since Bux regained the undisputed seat of authority; almost as if Jacko is hosting some big, prolonged apology tour for Terri Thompson. Weren't things supposed to be different with Stevenson gone? I thought the systematic bias was supposed to be a thing of the past? So why is it that Terri gets slapped on the wrist with a baby fine while Bux keeps dipping his grubby little hands into my bank account and suspending my best friend, Lexi Pryce, without pay for the month while treating himself to an upscale restaurant on her dime? I wasn't aware Donald Trump was running LONE but with how much Jack E Bux seems to put himself and his wallet ahead of everyone else and the good of this promotion you'd swear they were born with the same silver spoon shoved up their collective asses.

The crowd boos and shouts several very R-Rated expletives at Alison who could only muster up a haughty, dismissive chuckle as her eyes widened to the reaction.

Alison: I know I'm not 'supposed' to bring up political matters, that it's taboo. It's something that the sponsors have told us to not mention, to stay 'neutral' on, but fuck it, if Bux wants to keep fining me I'll give him a reason to.

The crowd lets out a big, gasping “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” to Alison dropping the f-bomb, something she usually only shouted spontaneously to legitimate injury.

Alison: You look at Jack E Bux and his history and you'll see nothing but a trail of cash, bankruptcies and multiple foreclosures to his name. With how he tried to start up another wrestling project called Drama City Wrestling years ago before LONE and how he couldn't even find the money to get that project off the ground. Big D.C. Man, anyone who's gotten rich and made their empire in the District of Corruption has done so off the sweat and tears of the masses that only resemble a sequence of numbers on a balance sheet.

Alison laughed in a highly condescending manner as she places her right leg on the middle rope, still encased in a protective steel knee brace as she leaned over the top rope.

Alison: Do you really think he truly gives a damn about people like Terri Thompson and Fay Qent? Because they were born here? Because they supposedly represent some kind of lofty, mythological quality of the 'spirit of Portland'? It's money, it's business! It has nothing to do with merit or ability or who has earned what. Bux will give that felon, Fay Qent, every second chance in the world after being incarcerated to show 'anyone can change and turn their lives around'. He'll pluck some gutter rat out of a trailer park out of America's sewer and sell it as a success story, that you can do /anything/ you put your mind to with some cliché straight out of Central Casting for a few more bucks. Hell, he'll hire some habitual screw-up failed lawyer slash pilot slash vlogger from Finland and give her every chance under the sun to succeed in spite of her tripping over her own two feet and throw little corporate spin on how 'she's trying to break all these barriers' and that she's this 'premier athlete' that always 'looks crisp at everything she does.' And let's not forget that 'comeback' story of The Glorious One returning to the ring in her 50s for her time in the limelight after women finally broke into the mainstream of American sports and to cut in line and collect her check at the expense of others.

Alison rolled her eyes hard as she wasn't holding back or biting her tongue while she held an open microphone.

Alison: Nevermind people like Miss Gucci and Prada Paula who've been busting their asses in armories in front of 40 people and going viral to shine a spotlight on what we do. No, forget the fact that whether you love or hate The Gucci Gals that they helped make LONE what it is today and helped carry the torch to make New England the destination for women's wrestling. 'Tag Team Wrestling is a dead art in the modern era.' No, let's make Miss Gucci have to jump through all these hoops and cut through a bunch of legalese red tape after holding the LONE Championship for a year just so we can milk every cent we can out of Terri Thompson, the Golden Daughter of Portland as champion as we possibly can.

Nevermind Olga, a woman who's got a rare genetic pedigree and the ability to match. No, let's make her sit at home because 'we'd rather build our own stars at the Wealthy Walter Washington Wrestling Academy'. It's sad that it took Stevenson of all people to pick up the phone and do the right thing when Bux does his best to paint himself as some kind of 'People's Boss'.

Or how about Hannah Kix who has been nothing but /dominant/ over the past year? Yeah, I hear you, Hannah! How many hoops have you made her jump through and how many goal posts have you moved to justify keeping her out of the main event? How many cards has she been kept off of to make time for some fly-by-night amateurs that'll be out of the business in two years?

What about Lexi Pryce?Why is she less deserving of a second chance because she was involved in a freak accident that robbed her of years of her career? Because she was born in the midwest? Because she's some kind of 'loose cannon'? Is it because of her scars? Is it because she doesn't fit /your/ message of rehabilitation?

Alison pushes herself off the ropes as she adjusted the LONE Championship on her shoulder, a scowl etched into her face. There was a certain aura in the air that she may be going 'off script' on her tirade. The camera briefly pans across the crowd and to the commentary table as Frank Washington and Kevin North both looked a bit shocked and bewildered, exchanging words with one another as their headsets appeared to be on mute. The camera then focused back on the LONE Champion front and center.

Alison: Jack E Bux doesn't want people with their own thoughts and opinions, he wants 'products' that he can micromanage and craft a brand that he can market to pad his wallet and help his bottom line. He can manage someone like Terri Thompson and lead her to believe she's dancing to the beat of her own drum. He can steer Fay Qent with the flick of his wrist while whispering sweet lies into her ear that 'she's making a difference in this world and setting an example for others to follow. That their past doesn't need to define them.' But I'm not a Corporate Champion, I don't take my marching orders from Jack E Bux because...

Alison closed her eyes and laughed as she threw her head back with a smug smirk, her eyes wandering to the belt resting on her shoulder.

Alison: And this may be something Bux doesn't want being made public but since we're already here, why stop now? You want to know a secret? I'm not locked down to an exclusive contract. No, the truth of the matter is I don't have a written deal, many of the women in the back don't. Because despite all the talk about how 'The Buck Stops Here', the people this, the people that, a lot of us have to supplement our income by taking jobs elsewhere. So if I wanted to go down to Texas, fly to Mexico or wrestle on a cruise all the way to Japan and defend my championship wherever I go there's nothing Bux could do to stop me. This belt has become more than just a dream for me being made real; it's a bargaining chip. This right here... /this is power/.

Alison held the belt high in the air as she turned to each section of the crowd, giving everyone a good long look at the top prize in all of New England.

Alison: This is my check to Bux's authority. This is my ticket to the future I deserve. As long as I have this, Bux, you can't touch me. You can't-

“Fame” by David Bowie cuts Alison off mid sentence as she tried talking into her microphone, but no sound was coming out of it. Bux quickly makes his way out from gorilla, walking boot and all and doesn't look happy at all; he's pissed. Alison throws the microphone down grabs the belt off her shoulder and spreads her arms wide as she was trying to shout at Bux over his music.

Bux: I can't take any more of this!

The crowd cheers as his music dies down, the crowd fully behind him after listening to Alison Crowne's tirade and they were sure to let him know it!

“JACK E. BUX! JACK E. BUX! JACK E. BUX! JACK E. BUX! JACK E. BUX! JACK E. BUX! “

Bux: Enough, Alison, enough! I don't know what seed Stevenson planted in your head last year but he's poisoned your mind and your way of thinking! Make no mistake about it Alison, so long as you're standing inside a LONE Arena, standing inside a LONE ring you'll be playing by my rules, okay? That's how business works, you're employed, paid for a service and you do your job. Whether it's the NFL, the NBA, the wonderful men and women who keep our roads and bridges safe, you name it there's a structure in place. A set of rules to ensure everything is up to code, uniform without bias for or against anybody. That's life, Alison. We all answer to somebody else.

Alison Crowne tries to shout at Bux again but can't get a word in with no microphone and the sound of the crowd drowning her voice out.

Bux: What does the fact that I'm from D.C. have to do with anything? Why do you have to lump me in with a bunch of career crooks when I've done nothing to you? I didn't make you attack that ringside doctor, nobody put a gun to your head to take out that referee. And you know what, you won anyway, in spite of yourself! But your actions have consequences, sound familiar? I remember you uttering those words to Terri Thompson to justify your about face and crippling a poor innocent woman and potentially damning her to a life in a wheelchair as a quadriplegic all because you were searching for a competitive advantage no matter where you could find it. You better thank Wendy every single night before you go to bed because she was the one that refused to press charges and sue the company. She didn't want to take Terri's dream away from her, take everybody's dreams away because of the actions of one selfish individual. Alison, she practically begged me to not fire you... because she believes that you could change. She forgave you.

Alison kicks the bottom rope in frustration, this time shouting loud enough that the cameras picked it up above the noise of the crowd.

Alison: I DIDN'T ASK FOR HER FORGIVENESS!

Bux: But I'll give you a tiny shred of credit Alison, because sometimes the truth can be buried under a layer of hate. I am an entrepreneur, I do want to make money. So sue me. Money makes the world go round, and regardless of your thoughts on it or if it's the root of all evil is neither here nor there. If there was a better system that could be ran, where people could make their dreams come true, where people's words were worth their weight in gold I'd be the first out there to advocate for it. But I'm not an economist, Alison. But that doesn't mean that we can't put our money where our passions lie, to strive to be the best in that field and lift up a generation of people who dare to dream alongside you.

I put my money where my mouth is every single month and every single day behind the scenes putting in work that will never see the light of day in the public sphere. Everyone who has ever worked for LONE and who ever will work for LONE in the future, from the people working the concessions, the ring crew, the stage and equipment crew, security, the agents and producers, the referees, to the people sitting behind the commentary table and every single lady to step into that very ring; it's because I believe in every single one of them!

The crowd erupts into another round of cheers as Alison appears absolutely disgusted, almost like she's nauseated and wanting to puke from Bux putting his heart out there.

Bux: I believe in every single woman in that locker room, if I didn't you wouldn't be here; believe that. Alison, I believed in you! Steve O'Reilly believed in you! Frank Washington believed in you! Isaac Cornelius the Third believed in you!

IC3 being the man who bought and ran the Missouri promotion Alison worked for prior to LONE.

Bux: I figured if anyone could handle the weight of that belt and still keep a level head it would be you. But I guess I was wrong.

Bux appeared to be hurt, a deep pain hidden beneath the surface of his eyes as he was taking no satisfaction in addressing Alison in this way.

Bux: But I will not be having you mistake my kindness for weakness, not anymore. As long as you have that championship, you have a job here. I'd be a fool to change that. But you're going to earn your keep around here and when Lexi finally submits to a medical exam she will too. So this is how it's going to be, Champ. Tonight you will be in action, in just a few short moments, Consider this a warm up as your championship will not be on the line tonight. But next month you will be defending that LONE Championship against Terri Thompson at Two Year Anniversary and you want to talk about history? You want to talk about how you're the Highlight of the Night? Then you're going to love this, because you'll be defending that title in LONE's first ever Ladder Match!

Alison's eyes go wide as she shouts “NO!” several times, she's irate but the crowd is more than ready to give him the stamp of approval as they go wild.

Bux: So you better bring your A game because the... Buck Stops Here!

Bux drops the microphone like a bomb being dropped as he turned around and walked to the back as a referee came running out.

Sabaton's "White Death" soon starts and out from the curtain emerges "The Perfect Shot" Penelope Silven. She makes gun motions with both hands and points them towards the ring. Bang bang!

Penelope Silven walks down the aisle, slapping hands with a few fans before climbing the stairs and stepping through the ropes. She climbs onto the middle ropes of the nearest turnbuckle and throws her hands up into the air, then makes the gun motion again towards the fans. She jumps down and then hops in place, waiting for the match to start.

DING DING

Alison immediately darts for Silven and drives her right knee repeatedly into her gut, trying to double her over and smash her face on it, which after several brief moments of struggle she achieves. Alison whips Silven hard into the turnbuckle causing her to arch her back in pain and fall forward. Alison backs up like a predator stalking her prey as Silven is slow to get up and Alison sprints forward with a full force knee strike to the head, the metal brace causing Silven's head to bounce off it and send her body slumping unceremoniously and motionless to the mat. The referee throws up the X and immediately calls for the bell.

Baxter: Here is your winner... by knock-out The Highlight of the Night, the Ladies of New England Champion... Alison Crowne!

North: Wow, I think Bux may have done a little too much to motivate her there.

Washington: I mean... there's your Highlight alright. She's like a woman possessed! I don't understand what's gotten into Alison.

Alison Crowne certainly wasn't done however as she grabbed the referee by the collar and pushed him aside as she stomped several times on the back of Silven's neck as she lay defenseless on the mat. The referee shouts at her to stop but Alison turns around and lunges for him trying to grab him, the referee just barely falling out of reach as he scurried out of the ring. Alison's cold eyes stare down at Silven as she grabs a fistful of hair and drags her to the middle rope, throwing her limp body halfway over it.

North: What is she planning now?

Washington: A Kill Shot on the Perfect Shot. Not literally of course but I've seen this kind of thing before. There was a man out of Sin City that prided himself on being known as The Eraser. He had a reputation for putting people out and taking them out of the game back in our time in Missouri together and he ran with a pack of ring assassins in Clyde Chambers and my very good friend Frankie Cocheese. The look Alison has in her eye right now is the same one Theo had in his right before ending someone's career.

Alison steps between the ropes and situates herself on the ring apron, backing up all the way to the post before running and driving her brace protected knee right into Silven's skull for a second time as her body just fell backward back into the ring. Alison hops off the apron and digs around under the apron, fishing out a wooden crutch in the same style Lexi Pryce used. She twirled the crutch around in her hand before sliding back into the ring, waiting for Silven to crawl on all fours trying to desperately pull herself back off the mat. Alison gripped the crutch with both hands, guiding the crutch over the back of Silven's neck before slowly bringing it up like a blade dangling over a victim trapped in a guillotine as Terri slid into the ring before her and grabbed the crutch from behind!

North: Finally!

Washington: Two Year Anniversary is about to come early!

Terri wrestles the crutch out of Alison's hands as the referee takes this opportunity to roll Silven out of the ring and escort her over the barricade with the ringside medical crew cautiously situated away from Alison Crowne. Terri and Alison begin trading hard rights and lefts with one another as they brawl all over the ring with neither one appearing to get the initial upperhand. Alison grabs her by the hair and steps over trying to gain leverage for a russian legsweep by Terri blocks it by hooking her leg inside with Alison's. Alison fights to untangle her leg and swings her foot right into the back of Terri's calf, making her lose her footing. Alison drives her knee several times into Terri's gut, trying to simulate the same strategy that knocked Silven out minutes prior, initially appearing to succeed as she smashed Terri's head right onto the metal of of the brace as she drove her knee into her head several times for good measure. Terri staggering about wanders towards the ropes, with Alison ripping her away from them in an irish whip. As Terri rebounds off the ropes Alison goes for a leg lariat, looking to lead with the brace but Terri ducks! Alison somehow manages to catch herself in mid air and land on her feet, her momentum carrying her forward several steps.

As Alison goes to turn around though Terri was waiting for her and caught her with a superkick, straight to the jaw! Terri falls to the mat and quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs a ladder and the crowd goes wild. Terri slides the ladder into the ring and herself shortly after and she grabs the ladder, stalking the LONE Champion and her former best friend as she pulled herself up with the aid of the ropes looking to send her into next month with a bloody lip and a broken jaw as there was nothing left to the imagination; Terri already hit her spot once and was looking to seal the deal. Alison gets up and turns around just in time to see Terri charging at her and she quickly dips out of the ring through the ropes to the outside. Holding her jaw while receiving a tidal wave of boos she grabs her belt from the timekeeper and begins to retreat up the ramp as Terri motions for her to come into the ring.

Post Match segment

Terri watches as Alison disappears behind the curtain. She shakes her head, setting up the ladder in the middle of the ring and then moves for the ropes, motioning for a stage hand to give her a microphone. She turns towards the entrance way.

Terri: Just like I thought! Alison Crowne is a COWARD!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Terri begins to climb the ladder now. She reaches the top and stares out at everyone, turning her head to get a good look at everyone. A smile graces her lips for the briefest of moments before she turns to sit atop the ladder, staring at the entrance way. She brings the microphone to her lips.

Terri: You know something... Bux said a lot of what I wanted to say, but that's fine, because I've got PLENTY more to say to you, Alison!

The crowd cheers loudly at this. Terri smiles once more and nods her head to them, waiting for the crowd to quiet down so she can speak further.

Terri: Alison. Last July... I still can't get it out of my head. I still watch the tape. I still wonder what went wrong with you... or I did, until I watched the tape once more. I saw that look in your eye. That mesmerized look and you know what? That's actually what got to me, seeing you so mesmerized at the belt. It wasn't when you clobbered me. It wasn't when you gave me the Crowning Moment. No. That moment. THAT moment. That gaze at the title. That was the moment. That was the moment I lost my best friend. Bux said she let him down, let O'Reilley down, let Washington down, but you know what else? You let -me- down too, Alison! You stand here in the center of this ring, and you've got the nerve to compare Bux to Trump. You've got the nerve to call ME a Corporate Champion, yet you listen to the words of Stevenson who is about as corporate as they come! All the people he's screwed over to get to where he's at. All the people he's stepped on. And you gobble up his word like gospel and kiss his ass so you can call yourself a Champion. Disgusting!

Terri takes a moment to point at a patch she has on her leather vest. It has a TV in a trash can and reads THINK FOR YOURSELF!

Terri: You need to start thinking for yourself. Or you know what? Maybe you are, but in the wrong way. You want to stand in here and start attacking people in the back? Two can play at that game! Let me tell you people about the REAL Alison Crowne! You flapped your gums about how I've got no friends in the back. How I've got no one in the locker room. That's funny that you would know something like that, considering you're NEVER THERE! Yeah, let's talk about the Diva that's Alison. You don't want to interact with anyone. You don't want to put forth any effort when we were a team. That's right. And no, it wasn't out of laziness, but I've come to find out you've had ulterior motives. I would come to you. Hey Alison, let's work on a tag team move.

She then does a dopey sounding voice, "Duhh, why?"

Terri: Hey Alison. Let's send some information to the web guys for the LONE website. They wanna start putting up quotes of ours. What's yours?

Imitation Alison Voice: Duhh, I dunno, maaaan!

Terri: Come on think of one!

IAV: Duuuh, I dunno, man!

Terri: I'm going to submit that one!

IAV: Don't you dare!

Terri: Hey Alison, we need to think of a tag team name! And then you would just shoot down everything, and offer nothing. I didn't even actually think of the name Royal Plunder.

Terri pauses.

Terri: Thank you, Ainslee!

Terri: Hey Alison, I've always wanted to meet Lexi.

IAV: Duhh. She's dead. She ODed. She's missing. She went on a hunting trip and never returned.

Terri: Some hunting trip. I guess she's found what she was hunting for. Someone's spotlight to stand in. Oh she's ODed all right. ODed on your bullshit!

Terri: Speaking of Bullshit. How about this 'fighting champion' we have in Alison? You want to constantly poke that I've never defended my belt and I'll applaud you for your chasing the crowne matches but tell me... if you want to ask Bux why isn't Hannah Kix, Lexi Pryce, the Gucci Gals who you've apparently started being gal pals with aren't getting their due. Well, pony up, butter cup! It all starts with you! Give them their shots! You're the champion! Hell, why didn't you give The Perfect Shot a shot right now? Oh, because Bux told you you didn't have to? Why didn't you fight his authority? Oooh... Who's the Corporate Champion now?


The crowd OOOs at that, giving approval in Terri's sick burn.

Terri: Yeah. The Corporate Champion. The person who stepped on her best friend, who eschewed everyone for the throne. The person who says one thing and does another. And yet Bux is Trump. Bux is a corporate criminal. To you it's all about the belt but you know what?

Terri leans in.

Terri: To me it's all about what you did to Wendy. You can groan about the Rumble, about how I didn't tip you in when I knew if anyone had knowledge of it they would have Drew Stevenson interrogate the piss out of them. You know as well as I do that he would have. You stabbed me in the back and you'll say I put the knife in your hand, as if everything was my fault. As if it was my fault that I stopped Robertson from ruining your chance at the title, as if I should've stood there and watched a potential 3 count. Sounds familiar, like when you did when Slapp took us out of the Tag Team Classic. Yeah you stood there and did nothing. Just like you did the whole time Royal Plunder was a thing. You stood there until you had the right time to strike, just so you can take the title out of jealousy. To you it's all about the belt, and you can groan to the grave about all the things I've supposedly done but when you harmed an innocent woman... MY GIRLFRIEND... You crossed a line. The woman who is laying in a hospital bed watching this. The woman who used to COOK FOR YOU! FEED YOU! While you sat there at the dinner table praising about how we made Maine comfortable for you...

Terri: Yeah... You knew that would get me the most... what you did to her. Like you said. You know what makes me tick. WE know what makes EACH OTHER tick. And Alison... Ms. Highlight of the Night... You're going to find out next month what I've got in store. Because I know VEEEERY well what makes YOU tick!

She points towards the gorilla curtain now, eyes narrowed.

Terri: And I'll give you a hint. These people you've been trashing month after month... Well, one of them ain't happy. You keep poking the bear, and eventually it's going to wake up to bite you. To MAUL you. And this bear has NO problem with taking the Highlight of the Night and making her the Footnote of Portland. The Loser of LONE. Still think I have no more friends? Keep thinking that, because you'll be thinking differently next month when I plant your mind in the gutter!

Terri drops the mic now, watching it fall from the ladder to the ring below. It gives off feedback when it hits the canvas. Terri then throws up her hands as the fans cheer.

North: Wow. Very powerful and personal words, and it sounds like she might have something up her sleeve, as you know next month in their Ladder match, Alison MAY have Lexi Pryce in her corner, but who is this bear that Terri is speaking of?

Washington: It could be so many different people. Alison has spared no expense in hurling insults at practically everyone in the back.

North: Well that's all the time we have! Thank you for joining us for Supremacy: LONE 19: New Year's Rising 2! Join us next month for our Two Year Anniversary in Portland! For my colleague Frank Washington, I'm Kevin North. Goodnight everybody!