2019.02.22: PWN - LONE - LONE 20
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Rook vs. Tick L. w/Slapp
North: HELLO AND WELCOME EVERYONE TO SUPREMACY: LONE #20. PORTLAND PUNISHMENT 2! I'm Kevin North alongside my colleague DIC...
The camera reveals DIC to be wearing a neckbrace.
DIC: Yeah, I'm glad to be back but I ain't too thrilled at Trashy Terri and what she did.
North: Speaking of her. We've got quite the show planned for you tonight! With the main event as Gutter Trash Terri Thompson takes on her former best friend and now bitter enemy, "The Highlight of the Night" and...
DIC: AND THE WOMAN WHO BROKE WENDY'S NECK! What's the matter, North? Can't say it?
North: Alison Crowne, the LONE Champion, in LONE's first ever title--
DIC: LONE'S FIRST EVER LADDER MATCH for the LONE TITLE! That's right! And my Queen's going to have ANOTHER first under her belt! Get it right, North!
North: ... But instead of running down everything tonight, let's just get right to the ring and showcase all the surprises we have in store!
DIC: THAT... we can agree on!
Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
“Chicken Huntin’” by ICP suddenly begins to play over the public address sound system.
Baxter: Introducing first, hailing from The Big Tent on 9th Street, accompanied by Slapp, she is... TIIIIIICK L!
Bouncing around on the stage, they quickly make their way down to the ring, mean mugging fans as they walk down the aisle. They hop up onto the apron and then enter through the top and middle rope. They begin to make hand motions as if they’re going to cut off the heads of the chickens. Laughing hysterically at their own comedy.
Kernkraft 400's "Zombie Nation (Original Version)" starts up. Rook steps out from behind the curtain, standing on stage and lowering her glasses some as she looks out over the crowd. She takes a few steps before taking her glasses off and tossing them out towards whichever lucky fan will catch them, before retrieving another pair and sliding them on.
Baxter: And her opponent! From Deer Lodge County, Montana! ROOOOOOOOOOK!
She hops up onto the apron, taking a few steps and then putting one leg through the middle and top rope, but pauses to lower her glasses and look out at the crowd before fully stepping through.
DING DING
North: It's been a while since we've seen Tick L. in action here but two months ago Rook nearly did the impossible as she was only seconds away from winning the LONE Championship in her first match.
DIC: I mean, she's hot but not as hot as my Queen Alison. Still, she's pretty hot.
North: You really haven't learned anything with a month off, have you?
DIC: DIC don't change for no one!
North: Ignoring that, Rook has her work cut out for her. Tick L. and Slapp are always up to new antics, one of them is sure to fire off.
Rook looks over at Tick L. wearing her sunglasses as the two Juggalettes point and laugh at her. Tick L. pokes Rook in the chest daring her to take the first swing with Slapp goading her on. Rook just stares at her looking rather unimpressed as Tick L. starts getting in her face trying to taunt her, finally slapping the sunglasses off her face. Tick L. bursts into laughter again but gets caught under the jaw with an uppercut as Rook throws an unpolished but effective spinning backhand to Tick L., knocking her down on the followup.
North: Word on the street that Rook's sunglasses are made with shatterproof lenses. Tick L. just earned an uppercut to the jaw with that one.
DIC: For a second I thought Tick L.'s head was going to pop faster than a Jack in the Box.
Rook picks her up sunglasses and puts them back on as she slides down for a low dropkick to Tick L.'s face as she tries to get up. Rook then quickly tries to go for the very same heelhook that nearly won her the LONE Championship on her debut, Tick L. screaming and panicking as Slapp reaches in and literally pulls her partner to the ropes. The referee blinks several times at how bold Slapp was to break the hold and considers throwing the match out immediately but instead just shakes his head and mouths 'don't do that' at her.
North: Definitely bold move by Slapp, risking immediate disqualification but the referee decided to cut her a break.
DIC: Juggalos are a gang you know, that ref knows he don't have the street cred to tell her no.
North: Honestly, I think it's pity more than anything. If that heelhook had the champion screaming I can rightfully understand how nobody else would want to be stuck in it.
Rook grabs Tick L. by the ankle an tries to drag her back to the center of the ring but Tick L. catches her in a cradle pin. 1... 2... KICKOUT! Rook sits up after kicking out and doesn't dwell on the surprise as she tries to scoop Tick L. off the mat who tries to jab her thumb into her eye only... for the sunglasses to block her. Rook can be heard mouthing off 'really?' to Tick L. before Tick L. bites her hand and bites it hard like she's trying to rip a chunk of flesh out of her hand. Rook yelps as Tick L. lets go and this time aims for the head, connecting with The Tick Bite a she gnawed on her head! Rook is completely disoriented and taken off guard by this unorthodox and illegal tactic as the referee yells at Tick L. repeatedly to stop, something she eventually relents to. Tick L. winds up a good punch and hits Rook dead center in the face, knocking her down to the mat. Tick L. swiftly snatches the glasses off Rook's head as she reaches down and with her arms and legs she stomps forward in a very exaggerated motion while waving her arms and hands before striking a pose. Slapp yells at Tick L. to go to the top, and Tick L. swiftly does, climbing to the top turnbuckle, leaping off for her signature diving headbutt, Laugh Now, Die Later! Tick L. begins her descent as she flies further and further.... across the ring.... and missing Rook completely by about four feet!
North: Tick L. took her shot and missed with that diving headbutt, I don't think she's doing any laughing right now.
DIC: I bet those stupid sunglasses screwed up her vision!
Rook turns her head on the mat seeing this and rolls up off her back onto her feet before trapping Tick L. in the heel hook. Tick L. immediately taps out.
Baxter: Here is your winner by submission... Rook!
Rook releases the hold and gets to her feet, the referee raising her hand as Tick L. rolls out of the ring to Slapp. Suddenly Rook gets attacked from behind from a face that hasn't been seen at LONE for quite some time, a graduate of 4WA herself.
North: Ashley Lopez? What's she doing here? We haven't seen her in quite some time!
DIC: Because she's been living the good life in Hollywood instead of cold and boring Maine! She's gracing us with her presence and none of you are worthy!
Lopez kicks Rook hard in the ribs several times, shooting stiff soccer style penalty kicks right at her. As Rook is busy covering up her ribs and reeling from the attack Lopez hits her with a curb stomp, driving her boot into the back of her skull and into the mat.
North: The Walk of Fame!
DIC: That's a wrap! Better luck next month, Rook!
Lopez poses over Rook's motionless body before rolling out of the ring, pie facing a fan on her way to the back that was trying to reach over and pat her or ask for a selfie, causing an irate fan to throw their bag of popcorn at her; missing in the process.
Ainslee Avalon & Anne "Flying" Grayson vs. Flying Eagle and The Lioness
Baxter: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring....
"Holy Diver" by Killswitch Engage hits and with a walk of confidence walks out Ainslee Avalon to the entrance through the curtain. She stands there a moment looking into the ring at the Lioness and Flying Eagle, students of LONE. With a death stare to the ring, "Long Way Down" by Haste the Day hits with an eruption from the crowd for both ladies. Ainslee throws her hat out to the crowd and Ainslee looks at Anne with a look of disgust but they make their way to the ring.
Baxter: From New York City, Ainslee Avalon and from Atlanta, Georgia, Anne "Flying" Grayson! And their opponents already in the ring, Flying Eagle and The Lioness!
Everybody takes a moment to figure out who's going to start the match and the bell rings. It’s Anne Grayson starting things off standing across the ring from The Lioness. Both partners, Ainslee Avalon and Flying Eagle are on the aprons and the ladies circle it around. Heading into a tie up and when they lock in, The Lioness is trying to push Anne back but she’s able to sneak her right leg between Lioness’ and sweeps her legs out dropping Lioness to her back and Anne jumps in for a quick pin but only two. Anne is to her feet and is backing off, encouraging the Lioness to do the same. Outside the ring, Ainslee is yelling in Anne, “What are you doing?! Finish her off! Don’t give her a chance!” Anne is disregarding it, wanting the challenge.
DIC: I don’t understand the decision to make these two work together. My queen Ainslee is destined for amazing things and Grayson is not only holding her back here but she’s not even listening to Ainslee’s words of wisdom! Don’t give that domesticated animal a chance! Lions can be dangerous!
North: Jack E. Bux put them together because of how well they know each other and last month I feel like we were all quite a bit surprised by how well they learned to work together but it worked out and Bux liked it so much that he booked this match again tonight! There’s the experience edge on their side individually but as a tag team, these two teams are about on an even playing field!
Lioness is up but she looks furious as she thinks Anne is playing around with her.and she shoves Anne back. Anne’s eyebrows perk up with a bit of a smirk and she steps up just to be shoved back again. Lioness is losing her temper and Flying Eagle is shouting at her to keep it together and Lioness pushes Anne back again but knocks her down this time.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOH!!
DIC: Anything Grayson gets she has coming to her for doing what she did to my queen but Lioness is starting to get a bit of a big head when Ainslee is over there on the apron dying to get in and she’ll tame that lion real quick.
North: Flying Eagle and Lioness tonight have never teamed before outside of a couple of live matches for the in house crowd only, being students of LONE so the pressure is on for them tonight to perform well and she’s really testing her limits stepping up to the plate against Anne Grayson and Ainslee Avalon tonight. Although it’s been a while since we’ve seen somebody step up to Anne Grayson this way which is the same reason to not take her lightly.
DIC: Yeah yeah yeah.
Anne does not look too happy and for good reason. Anne rolls back to her shoulders and hops up to her feet taking Lioness off guard. Anne smacks her across the side of her feet, grabs Lioness’ arm and pushing into one set of ropes and whips Lioness across the ring and she’s met with a dropkick taking her down. Anne hits the ropes and comes running with a flipping senton and rolls over for a pin but only two! Ainslee is dying to get in so Anne grabs Lioness’ arm and drags her to the corner and Ainslee tags herself in. Stepping between the ropes, Ainslee grabs Lioness by the hair, bringing Lioness to her feet and still holding her hair. Ainslee kicks Lioness’ knee out from her to drop her down to a knee. Ainslee then backs up, yells out, runs forward and >SMACK< cracks her knee into Lioness’ face and she’s down.
DIC: OFF WITH HER HEAD SAID THE QUEEN! I told you, North! I told everybody that if that wild lion tried to push her luck too much and too far and she got KNOCKED THE HELL OUT!
North: That was quite a rough knee shot to the Lioness and it looks like she’s out of it. Ainslee could very well make the cover here and this team could walk out as the winners but… it looks like Ainslee wants Flying Eagle to get into the ring!
DIC: Do it! Make that Eagle extinct!
North: That’s a bit harsh there, DIC. I can say that I’ve seen similar tactics from other teams in history and this could make or break the match. Ainslee is very talented but even the most talented can lose in three seconds.
Flying Eagle doesn’t seem to know how to react with Ainslee pointing at her. Ainslee drags the out cold Lioness over and essentially forces the tag while . Flying Eagle gets in slowly just to be knocked down instantly with a nasty elbow shot. Anne gives an expression on the apron like “that really f’n hurt” along with the crowd with their OOOOOOHS. Ainslee brings Eagle to her feet and walks her half limp body over to the corner. Ainslee looks over at Anne Grayson signaling for the climb, and she begins her ascension.
DIC: OFF WITH HER HEAD TOO! YEAH BABY!
North: Another rough shot from Ainslee tonight and down goes Flying Eagle before she even knew what was coming! And wait… wait a second here. We saw them do this for the first time last time! We don’t know if they have a name for this yet or not but it has definitely proven effective! That shooting star press and stomping crab combo is not to be messed with and if this is it, Flying Eagle is in for a major headache!
Ainslee hoists Flying Eagle up in a wheelbarrow type of position but the opponent looks up - so like a reverse wheelbarrow. Anne leaps off the top turnbuckle with a 450 shooting star press, driving Eagle into the ground with Ainslee hanging on. Ainslee turns Eagle over with an liontamer style, arched single leg crab. Lioness is trying to get in the ring but she doesn’t notice Anne had dropped from the apron and snuck behind her. Anne Grayson hoisted herself to Lioness’ shoulders and drove her head first into the mat with a reverse hurricanrana. Flying Eagle isn’t tapping so Ainslee takes it to the next step and just starts to stomp into her head over and over again with the submission still in until Flying Eagle taps out.
DING DING DING
Baxter: Your winners of the match, Ainslee Avalon and Anne “Flying” Grayson!
A mixture of “Holy Diver” and “Long Way Down” is playing for the winners while they take a moment to celebrate.
No Fly Zone vs Gucci Gals w/Spice & Ice on Commentary
Suddenly “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. Each one held a microphone in hand as they stood just outside the curtain.
Cinnamon: You know, everybody wants a handout these days. Whether it's Terri crying about her rematch, Hannah Kix demanding to get fed, No Fly Zone claiming they got robbed or The Damned pretending everyday is Halloween to let their freak flag fly sipping on cranberry juice sticking their little fangs where they don't belong; everybody wants something. So Bux is going around like Oprah and just handing out promises on a whim; nevermind that there were three teams in that tag title match, nevermind that The Damned spent a little six month vacation in Transylvania looking for Daddy Dracula.
Cinnamon turns her head to Violent Violet.
Cinnamon: You know, rumor is The Damned already think they're owed the next shot. Like it's 'God's will' that it be theirs.
Cinnamon rolled her eyes hard.
Cinnamon: And if Bux was a leader he'd put a stop to that and recognize that there's one more team in line. Maybe he's afraid to come out more than once a month, afraid of Alison and Lexi's shadow that he'll get his other ankle matching his shattered one. But I guess in 2019 the mob rules.
Violet raises the microphone up to her lips, looking rather unimpressed with the whole situation as the crowd boos.
Violet: Our blood is good enough one month but the next few we get told that we 'got nothing for you'. Everyone just makes demands and for the most part they go unchallenged so Cinnamon and I talked; why shouldn't we start taking what's ours? You want anarchy? We'll give you anarchy. So little Cathy and Stitches, here's a reality check; the line starts behind us. Take your number and wait your turn. Otherwise I just might be tempted to rip those stitches out of your face, yank those fangs out of Cathy's mouth and make a necklace out of it. Guccis, No Fly Zone; it doesn't matter who wins. We're /taking/ the next shot. Like it or hate it, but learn to love it.
With that Spice and Ice make their way over to the announce table.
North: Strong words by Spice and Ice, and it looks like they're not done. They're apparently going to be joining us for this next match.
DIC: Cinnamon! Hey Cinnamon! Take a seat next to Big Poppa DIC! Holla, if you hear that!
North: You really have no shame, do you?
"Stay Fly" by 3 6 Mafia hits the speakers and a big cheer from the crowd comes alive as "Fly" Felicia Hawkins and Kayoko "Yoyo Yoko" Ichikawa make their way from behind the curtain.
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.
“Gucci Gang” by Lil' Pump suddenly 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 and the LONE Tag Team Championships around their waists.
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.
Baxter: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the LONE Tag Team Championship! Introducing first they are the former champions, Kayoko Ichikawa and 'Fly' Felicia Hawkins... No Fly Zone!
Kayoko and Felicia raise their arms in the air as the crowd cheers them on.
Baxter: Introducing next, they are the current reigning and defending LONE Tag Team Champions... Miss Gucci and Prada Paula... The Gucci Gals!
DING DING
North: We got Prada Paula and Felicia Hawkins starting things off here, this match could go either way.
DIC: I mean, The Gucci's totally got this.
Cinnamon: If they want to keep the belts warm for us another month then hey, more power to them.
Violet: I hope they tear each other apart.
Felicia and Paula start off for their respective teams, closing the gap between each other quickly and tying up with one another. Paula backs Felicia up into the ropes before catching her in a side headlock. The referee calls on her to move away from the ropes or break the hold and Paula complies with the former. Paula wrenches the pressure in early but Felicia manages to slip out and grabbing Paula's arm slips behind her with a hammerlock. Paula positions her body and twists out of it now facing Felicia but her arm still being held onto. Paula immediately drops prone trying to force Felicia to let go but Felicia goes with her to the mat. Paula positions her body to transition into a crossface, trapping her arm but Felicia resists the facelock to complete the hold, using her free hand as a wedge. Felicia forces herself up to a knee as Paula won't release her arm. Felicia remains resilient as she forces them both to their feet, Paula reaches out towards her corner as she tries to drag Felicia with her but Felicia contorts and wraps her body around her, hitting a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, and sends Paula colliding straight towards No Fly Zone's corner! The referee slaps his hands together. Felicia tags Kayoko in as the referee slaps them together again.
North: Miss Gucci sneaks in the blind tag without either of her opponents realizing it.
Cinnamon: I mean, she's an expert at that. Sneaking around, you know how it is.
Violet: Coward.
DIC: I totally agree, she's a ninja!
Cinnamon: Who's side are you on anyway? You can't keep riding the fence between us and them.
DIC: You know I'm on your side, I even picked you two as the future tag team champions!
North: You said that about them and the Gucci Gals.
DIC: Shut. Up. Kev. Shut. Up.
No Fly Zone whips Paula to the ropes, Kayoko goes for a step up enziguri while Felicia goes for a low dropkick to the knees, connecting in unison before Felicia slips out of the ring and returns to her corner. Kayoko strikes a pose for the crowd but Felicia points urgently behind her, but before she can turn around Miss Gucci grabbed and slammed her down to the mat by yanking her hair from behind. This gets a very negative reaction of the crowd as the referee gives her a verbal warning which is just as quickly and dismissively brushed off. Paula rolls onto the apron and slowly pulls herself up in her teams corner as Miss Gucci grabs both of Kayoko's arms while standing on her hair and yanks upward! The referee immediately begins his five count.
1!
2!
3!
4!
FI-
Miss Gucci lets go and stomps on her face for good measure. Felicia tries to dart into the ring but this only causes the referee to intercept her and try to force her back to her own corner. Paula walks over and through the ropes presses her foot on Kayoko's throat while Miss Gucci repeatedly stomps on her stomach. Felicia pleads her case but the referee is having none of it as he insists that she got back to her corner. Felicia rolls her eyes and sighs throwing her hands up and walking back, the referee turning around just in time to see Paula hold her hands up an release the foot choke, grabbing ahold of the tag rope in her corner.
North: Illegal choke! Come on ref, step up!
Violet: She should've held on longer. Just go all the way.
Cinnamon: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. They wish they could be just like Spice and Ice.
DIC: Why do you hate them anyway?
Cinnamon: If you have to ask you're part of the problem.
The referee suspects something's up and immediately tries to question both the Gucci Gals but they feign innocence, acting like they're oblivious to the act in question. Miss Gucci grabs Kayoko by the ankle and drags her away from the ropes, making a quick tag to Paula as she does. Miss Gucci turns Kayoko on her stomach and applies her knee to the back of her neck as she locks her in the Liontamer variant of the boston crab. Paula meanwhile backs up, and shoots a soccer style penalty kick straight to Kayoko's ribs, Miss Gucci throwing her hands up and releasing the hold and returning to her corner after. Kayoko screams in pain as Paula goes for the cover; only getting a two count.
North: Only a two count! She might have bruised a few ribs there.
Violet: Should've broken them all.
DIC:Can't we all just get along?
North: You're pleading for peace, you of all people?
DIC: What?! I don't want Spice and Ice and my Gucci's to fight! No Fly Zone is the real enemy!
Violet: Well that's too bad. You should learn that you can't always get what you want.
Paula quickly gets up and goes for a standing elbow drop looking to work over the midsection some more but her elbow only hits canvas as Kayoko managed to roll out of the way as she tried to pull herself back to her feet. Paula gets back on her feet just a second or two quicker and tries to put Kayoko back down with a bulldog but Kayoko ducked as Paula hit nothing but air as she crashed back down to the mat. Kayoko pops back up and kicks Paula back in the head with a mule kick in the seated position, stunning her. Paula shakes her head, falling on her side before scooping herself up and getting up to a knee only to eat a dropkick to the side of the head. Kayoko goes for the quick pin 1.... 2... KICKOUT! Kayoko gets up and brings herself as well as Paula up to her feet looking to hit her bridging northern lights suplex but Paula hooks her leg inside Kayoko's as she tries to lift her up. Kayoko tries again and Paula again blocks it by hooking the leg. Kayoko then tries for a third time but Paula this time jabs her thumb in her high forcing her to let go as the boo birds come out and crow rather loudly.
North: That should be a disqualification. The former champs are doing everything they can to stay in this Paula is willing to take every shortcut imaginable.
DIC: An eye for an eye only makes your opponent blind.
Cinnamon: Their fashion choices will make everyone wish they were blind.
Paula drives her into her corner with a shoulder tackle, holding her there until Miss Gucci slaps her on the back, the referee slapping his hands together to signal a legal tag. Miss Gucci and Paula both take turns stomping on Kayoko as she struggles to defend herself and stay upright, slowly slumping to a seated position in the corner, the referee threatening disqualification only for Paula to exit the ring at the count of four. Felicia looks on with worry with her arm hanging over the top rope, eager to get back into the match as Miss Gucci continues to stomp on her partner's face in the corner. Miss Gucci makes a quick tag to Paula who resumes stomping in a similar manner only to quickly tag Miss Gucci back in, as they hook arms and begin rotating in a circle as they take turns stomping. The referee again gives his five count with Paula dipping back out at four and a half.
North: We've seen this before, during the triple threat tag The Gucci Gals used this same tactic on Violent Violet.
Violet: I'm right here.
North: I know, but they did. As a matter of fact that may have changed the outcome of the match. Your focus was divided an as a result you weren't able to make the save for your partner.
Cinnamon: Are you trying to drive a wedge between us? Look at you,poindexter, you were probably the kid that got excused from anything physical with an inhaler glued to your lips.
DIC: He totally was.
Cinnamon: I'm not even surprised. Look, stay in your lane you dweeb. Feel grateful that Violet and I are even near you.
DIC: Recognize.
Violet: Calm it, Dex. That doubly applies to you.
Miss Gucci mockingly shouts to Felicia 'go tag her!' as Kayoko tried crawling back to her corner, Miss Gucci grabbing her by the leg when she's almost within reach and dragging her back to the center with a dismissive laugh. Grabbing ahold of her leg she flips Kayoko over, crossing her legs as she steps through and turns her over on her stomach, Miss Gucci locking in her sharpshooter she calls Poise. Kayoko screams in pain as she's isolated in the middle of the ring.
North: Miss Gucci has the Poise locked in in the center of the ring. The rope are a long, long way away. Kayoko is in some serious trouble here.
Cinnamon: Might be better if she taps out here, I don't blame her for not wanting to face us.
The crowd stomps and claps as they try to rally Kayoko and No Fly Zone back into this match as Kayoko makes the slow, arduous journey towards the ropes as she crawls with one arm over the other. Miss Gucci wrenches back and ratchets up the pressure for all she's worth, determined to break the former champions in their first title defense. Felicia claps with the fans keeping the noise levels high as Kayoko is nearly halfway to the ropes now. Miss Gucci tries to drag her to the center of the ring once more in a battle of wills but Kayoko ends up dragging Miss Gucci backwards with her and gets within a fingertip's length from the ropes, only for Paula to kick her head through the ropes. Amazingly Kayoko fought through the kicks to the face and latched onto the bottom rope! The referee sees this and goes to verbally admonish Paula but has to immediately turn around and call for a clean break, feeling overwhelmed by the tag team champions' willingness to bend or break the rules.
North: You have to wonder if the champs are trying to get disqualified on purpose now.
DIC: It's an effective strategy, milk that Championship Advantage.
Violet: They're going to need to save every bit of energy for what comes next. It ain't going to be pretty.
The referee counts.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Miss Gucci lets go as she and Prada Paula both give the referee and earful, adamant that no rules have been broken; that badly anyway. Miss Gucci argues that she has until five while Paula was within reach of the tag rope making everything okay. The referee warns both women that they're flirting with disqualification at this point but only appears to have his warnings shrugged off and laughed at. Miss Gucci grabs Kayoko up by the hair as she looks to lift her up and put her away with That's So Gucci; her signature Mr. Perfect styled fisherman suplex, the Perfectplex. Kayoko manages to slip out as she's lifted up and counters with a german suplex! Kayoko hangs on and lifts Miss Gucci back up, transitioning into a northern lights suplex with the second lift! Kayoko holds on for the bridge and the pin! 1.... 2..... THRE-KICKOUT! Miss Gucci barely kicks out!
North: Felicia is fired up, she's burning to get in there and give her partner a much needed moment to breathe.
DIC: I could say the same about Miss Gucci! The champs know they're close to putting this one away and that's a fact! The former champs are fading; that was the last gasp before defeat and it didn't get the job done!
Cinnamon: I swear, are you the President of their fan club?
DIC: Wha... I mean... what I'm trying to say is... you know I'm all about Spice and Ice!
Cinnamon: Suuure.
Kayoko begins crawling towards her corner as does Miss Gucci, Miss Gucci is closer to her corner and makes the tag first to Prada Paula. Kayoko inches towards her own corner, her hand barely out of reach of Felicia's as she's hanging her body over the top rope as much as the tag rope will allow her to but Paula grabs her foot and tries to pull her back. Kayoko twists her body upward, her leg swinging and connecting with an enzguri to Paula's head making her let go! Kayoko reaches out and dives!
The referee slaps his hands together; the tag is legal!
'Fly' Felicia Hawkins hops over the top rope and into the ring as she clotheslines Paula down to the mat. Miss Gucci gets up in the corner and tries to re-enter but Felicia runs over with a flying forearm smash knocking her down! Felicia turns back to Paula who's popped up and takes her down with three armdrags in succession followed by a falcon arrow. Felicia hooks the leg...1....2...3!
Or it would've been a 3 count but Miss Gucci pulled the referee out of the ring!
North: We should have new tag team champions right now!
Violet: You will; just you wait.
The referee argues with Miss Gucci on the outside but Felicia Hawkins is having none of it and holding onto the top rope slings her feet under the middle rope and kicks Miss Gucci! Prada Paula gets up however and rolls her up from behind in a pin! The referee slides in to count. 1!
Prada Paula puts her feet on the middle rope and holds onto the back of Felicia's pants for leverage!
2!
Kayoko pulls herself up and exits her corner, sprinting and diving to break the pin...
3!
Kayoko breaks up the pin just a fraction of a second too late!
Baxter: Here are your winners and.... STILL LONE Tag Team Champions... Prada Paula and Miss Gucci... The Gucci Gals!
The Gucci Gals are handed their titles, which they greedily grab from the ref who is taken back by this. They hold the titles up when suddenly the lights go out.
People start to flick on their camera phones to try and see what's going on, leaving the crowd lit up like fireflies.
DIC: Oh man, what's going on?
North: I don't know...
The lights turn back on, and the Gucci Gals are laid out, with their tag titles draped over their waists. The camera zooms in to show that their heads have been tilted, necks exposed with little drops of blood on them as if they've been bit by vampires.
North: Oh my... You don't think...
DIC: That creepy, freaky duo had a bite to eat on my queens!
Officials and staff from the back rush to ringside to check up on the Gucci Gals.
North: I'm being told we've got cameras on No Fly Zone in the back. Let's take you backstage!
Backstage Segment: No Fly Zone
The titantron cuts to backstage as we see an angry Kayoko pacing back and forth while holding her neck, and a worried looking Felicia trying to calm her down.
Kayoko: Watashi wa soko de okotta koto o shinjiru koto ga dekimasen!
Felicia: Yes... Yes. I know I know.
Kayoko: Kanojo wa ashi o rōpu ni noseta! Kanojo wa anata no zubon o hippatta!
Felicia: Just relax! Relax.
Kayoko: Jūbun'na haya-sade wa arimasendeshita. Watashi wa oso sugita, soshite wareware wa katta kamo shirenai!
Felicia: ..... I don't understand what that means, but I hear you.
Felicia puts her right arm around the shoulders of a visibly upset Kayoko. The two look into the camera now.
Felicia: We should have seen it coming. We should have realized the Gucci Gals would do what they did. But you know what? This is nothing new. We've been through this with Spice and Ice, and we can continue to go through this with the Gucci Gals. We saw what happened just now after our match. We know the Damned have something to do with it. They brought out their ire and quite frankly they got what was coming to them, but we want to remind the Damned that we're not done with the Gucci Gals. Not by a longshot! If we have to go through you to get back to them again, then so be it! We're not afraid. You do this for the love of God? Well for the love of God, we will not be stopped! You can stake us and leave us under the sun, in a bed of garlic and doused in Holy Water and we will rise, and fly higher than ever before!
Kayoko: Anata wa watashitachi o tomeru koto wa dekimasen!
Felicia: And we heard what Spice & Ice had to say before our match. We've never had to beg for a title shot, but the two of you are begging for an ass whippin'! We've provided it before and we'll do it again! Gucci Gals, keep it up with the tricks, keep drawing the ire of everyone else in the tag division. Watch your backs! Because we don't just waddle around in the back asking for a handout. We don't get MAD!
Kayoko: We... get... EVEN!
The two stare into the camera coldly as the video fades out.
"The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne w/Lexi Pryce vs "Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson
On the stage, closer towards the commentary table, a band appears to have set up their instruments. 3 people, dressed in jeans and the new Terri Thompson t-shirt with the Surgeon General's Warning on it, as well as black leather vests with various pins and patches covering it, finish testing and tuning their instruments. One of them, a woman with short blue hair that some would swear looks like a spitting image of Terri, especially in that get up, adjusts the microphone in front of her to her height. To those that are familiar, they are Stevie Rogers (Vocals), Jimmy "Axe Man" Washington (Guitar) and Brad Warrick (Drums), an indie rock band known as The American Dwellers.
Stevie: Hello Portland! We're the American Dwellers...
The crowd cheers
Stevie: And we just wanna say hello......... HELLO FROM THE GUTTER!
Brad: TWO! THREE! FOUR!
The American Dwellers start a cover of Terri's themesong, Hello from the Gutter by Overkill.
Terri steps out from the curtain to a raucous crowd.
Stevie: All those dreams and broken glass! Swept down the sewer with the rest of the trash! Never to be seen again. Now, you're making a home in a garbage can! Here's a little story that I live to tell. Hello from the gutter! Hello from our little Heeeeeell!
Terri steps over to the band, nodding her head as Stevie sings along. She stands next to Stevie, with her back turned towards the camera and points with her right thumb towards a patch on her back which holds a logo for the band. She then makes her way down to ringside. Ringside, for tonight, has ladders placed around the ring for LONE's first ever Ladder match!
Terri moves to one side of ringside, putting her back against the barricade and slumping down a bit, letting fans pat her shoulders before hurrying to a ladder.
Stevie: Wasted days, wasted nights. Hypnotised by the city lights! Another king and another queen. Living in the shadows, So they can't be seen!
Terri starts to climb the ladder now at ringside!
Stevie: Remember all the world lies at your feet! And the big apple's rotten! Rotten in the heeeeeat!
American Dwellers: HELLO!
Stevie: HELLO! HELLO FROM THE GUTTEEEEEER!
American Dwellers: HELLO!
Stevie: HELLO! HELLO FROM THE GUTTEEEEEER!
American Dwellers: HELLO!
Stevie: HELLO! HELLO FROM THE GUTTEEEEEER!
American Dwellers: HELLO!
Stevie: HELLO! HELLO FROM THE GUTTEEEEEER!
Terri waves her hands as if she's calling for some beers, which are tossed at her and she catches a few, opening both of them and pouring them into her mouth and all over her before spraying a mist in into the air, all while Axe Man does his guitar solo.
Stevie: All those dreams and broken glass! Swept down the sewer with the rest of the trash! Never to be seen again. Now, you're making a home in a garbage can! Here's a little story that I live to tell. Hello from the gutter! Hello from our little Heeeeeell!
Stevie: HELLO FROM THE GUTTER! HELLO FROM THE GUTTER! HELLO FROM THE GUTTER! HELLO FROM THE GUTTER! HELLO FROM THE GUTTER!
American Dwellers: HEY!
Stevie: HELLO FROM THE GUTTER!
American Dwellers: HEY
Stevie: Welcome to the gutter! We've been expecting yooooou!
The song ends.
Stevie: TERRI! TAKE BACK WHAT'S YOURS!
Crowd: YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! TERRI! TERRI! TERRI TERRI!
Terri smiles as she stands in the center of the ring with her arms raised high. She then points towards the band before slipping off her vest and handing it to a stage hand, warming up in a corner.
North: What a performance from The American Dwellers! It's Judgment Day as the next chapter in this saga is written between Terri Thompson and Alison Crowne. Two former best friends turned blood rivals; how a bond and sisterly love turned into pure hatred. Be careful of who you trust; that's the moral of this story so far.
DIC: Not that long ago Smelly Terri attacked me like a coward for doing my job. I'm not going to sit here at this table and be intimidated by some trailer-dwelling high school dropout. Jack E. Bux hired me knowing exactly what I bring to this table, knowing that I would have a degree of creative freedom to add color or flavor to the action. I know my flavor isn't exactly the preferred but when she put her hands on me she crossed a line. I admit, I got involved, I made a judgment call to intervene in a crucial moment because LONE was at a turning point. I wasn't about to let this little charade Alison Crowne so bravely exposed to continue a second longer; I tipped the scales of justice back to where they needed to be. I did this /because/ Wendy had intervened previously on Terri's behalf; I was righting a previous wrong. If that makes me a villain, so be it. Yet where people had sympathy for Wendy I got none, and why is that? Because I dared to speak the truth nobody wanted to hear. Yeah, look into my eyes Terri, I'm still here and in any other company you would've been fired for what you did to me. My only regret is that despite all the handouts Bux gives you that you're still living off of EBT and public assistance, I wish I could sue you for everything you have and get more than a pack of cigarettes and a bologna sandwich.
North: So it's okay for Alison to break Wendy's neck? What makes what she did to Wendy right while what happened to you was a tragedy?
DIC: YES! It's completely justified! Wendy started from the moment she attacked Robertson as a fan; if she would've just stayed on her side of the fence I wouldn't have needed to do what I did! How is that so hard to understand?!
North: Two wrongs don't make a right, DIC. Wendy already paid her debt and then some. Even if she didn't, that never justifies crippling another human being! Never!
As Terri waits in the ring the lights dim, a spotlight shining on the curtain. Men in black pinstripe suits and matching fedora, hearkening back to a time of prohibition and when the crime bosses ran the cities, begin filing out one after another on each end of the aisle leading to the ring. More and more men keep filing out from the back, their numbers by the end numbering twelve. All this happens as “Speak Softly, Love” by David Davidson plays, something most people would recognize and associate with The Godfather. Once all twelve men are in position as a black 1930 V16 Imperial Sedan Cadillac slowly begins to pull into the arena, making its way in front of the curtain to gorilla. The Cadillac comes to a gentle stop and nobody moves for twenty seconds. Then as if on cue the music begins to fade out as “As I Am” by Dream Theater hits the arena. As the music is about to pick up one of the mobsters opens the rear door as Alison Crowne steps out, her entrance attire a throwback to Al Capone with the LONE Championship around her waist and a 1930s Thompson Machine Gun replica gripped in her hands, complete with the drum barrel and a bright orange tip on the barrel. Alison Crowne stands on the stage and with a smirk that just oozes confidence and arrogance she aims her gun, spreading from left to right as if she was spraying the arena and her opponent.
POP RATTA TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT!
The blanks fire off one by one in rapid succession. As the shots fire off dollar bills begin to rain down from the ceiling. Upon a closer look they appear to be $5000 bills with Alison's likeness and bold print at the bottom saying 'FINE ME.'
As Alison makes her way down the aisle the mobsters begin to flank her and follow her down and around the ring. Alison takes her time as she locks eyes with Terri, the two locked on one another. Alison slowly but surely makes her way to the empty seat in the front row, Wendy's seat and with the gun resting on her shoulder she reaches into her inner coat pocket and reveals a single red rose. She takes the time to bring it up to her nose and smells it before dropping it on her seat.
Alison: A rose for her grave.
Terri is incensed and furious causing her to lunge at her, trying to reach over the top rope but several mobsters step in front of her and between her and Alison who just flashes a malicious grin with her cold blue eyes staring back at her. Without missing a single step Alison pulls a second rose out of her coat.
Alison: I already got one for your grave too; once I put you in it.
Alison drops the gun off her shoulder and with one hand aims at Terri's head and pulls the trigger once as the gun fires off two blanks...
TAT TAT!
Alison: Dead woman walking.
North: More mind games from Alison Crowne. She's out for blood and despite no Lexi Pryce in sight she's clearly not coming alone.
DIC: The St. Valentine's Day Massacre occurred nearly 90 years ago. On that fateful day on this fateful month a lot of enemies to the great American mobster legend Al Capone were eliminated in a baptism of blood. It was a consolidation of power and it ushered in the changing of the guard. Tonight Alison Crowne is looking to consolidate her position.
Alison begins to remove her entrance attire, which for the most part tears away as the mobsters stand between her and Terri revealing a white and red scheme with the logos in red and with hearts replacing the usual crowns and a red metal brace on her right knee. Notably and symbolically there was a bullet hole close to the heart on the left side of her chest, just missing it. Alison then walked up the steps and stepped through the ropes and into the ring, the belt still around her waist as the mobsters began walking to the back.
DING DING
Baxter: The following match is a ladder match and is for the Ladies of New England Championship! The only way to win the match is the climb the ladder and retrieve the championship, the woman who does will be the Ladies of New England Champion! Introducing first, she is the challenger...
The camera pans over to Terri Thompson who looks as focused as ever and angry to boot. If looks could kill Alison Crowne may as well be on her way to the morgue.
Baxter: From Portland, Maine...
The crowd erupts into cheers.
TERRI! TERRI! TERRI! TERRI! TERRI! TERRI! TERRI! TERRI! TERRI! TERRI! TERRI!
Baxter: 'Gutter Trash' Terri Thompson!
The camera then pans over to Alison Crowne who's leaning back into the turnbuckle with a cocky smirk on her face.
Baxter: Introducing next, from Gainesville, Florida, 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 REIGNING and DEFENDING Ladies of New England Champion... Alison Crowne!
Alison unbuckles the belt from her waist and steps forward and over to Terri Thompson holding the belt up right in her face. Terri tries to grab Alison but the referee quickly cuts her off and tries to separate the two. After the two exchange barbs with one another the referee manages to get them into their respective corners and retrieves the belt from Alison before fastening it to a hook that begins to rise towards the ceiling.
DING DING
Terri darts for Alison who immediately dips through the ropes and to the outside drawing an intense negative reaction.
North: Much like their last match Alison Crowne is immediately ducking to the outside in an effort to frustrate Terri.
DIC: It won't take much; Alison has been living rent free in her head for a very long time.
Terri however wasn't going to allow her former best friend to get one over on her this time as she grabs a hold of the front rope and swings her legs under the middle rope, connecting with Alison's back as she jaws off to a fan and sends her right into the barricade! Terri then slides through the ropes as she lets go to the outside as she hammers away on Alison, driving her knees into her ribs and raining her fists down upon her body. Alison turns her body and drives Terri back into the ring apron as she slides in some elbow shots of her own, varying her strikes, using her entire body to fight back after she catches Terri by surprise with a headbutt. Alison grabs Terri and whips her into a standing ladder, causing it to topple and crash to the floor on its side, Terri barely managing to avoid a similar fate as she grabbed a piece of the ring apron, perhaps out of instinct. Alison walks over to Terri, grabbing her by her hair but nearly doubles over in pain as Terri snuck in a swift sucker punch to her midsection.
North: Terri is pulling no punches, quite literally, with that sucker punch to the midsection.
DIC: What do you expect? She cant beat Alison straight up. She has to make up for what she lacks in technique and experience in other ways.
North: Considering how Terri should've retained the LONE Championship the last time they faced off I'd argue the opposite is true. Knowledge is power and what Terri lacks in organized training she makes up for in heart and tenacity.
DIC: Alison already played strictly by the book in the past and where did that get her? It got her God given talent denied and ignored. She's good enough to beat anyone in the world; that's how damn good she is. But now she's going to take what she wants by any means necessary and look where /that/ has gotten her; she's on top of the world and now she's increasingly impossible to deny.
Alison's guard drops as she clutches her stomach, Terri look to take advantage of the situation and she quickly does as she fishes a singapore cane out from under the ring and cracks Alison directly in the head with it with an upward swing. Alison screams in pain upon contact, her eyes lighting up with the pain surging through her nerves to her brain and this only seems to encourage Terri to swing again and again, connecting to the arms, the chest, the back; if Terri saw an opening she swung for it. Finally the cane splinters and breaks on Alison's back as she falls to her knees. Terri doesn't waste any time as she plants her foot right in her face sending her onto her back.
North: How long has Terri been waiting to do that, legally or otherwise? Every swing represents only a tiny fraction of the heartache and agony Alison has put her and Wendy through.
DIC: She's good at swinging, that's for sure. When you strike out at life for so long you'll try to hit anything that moves; you can't take the trash out of the trailer park!
Terri grabs the tipped over ladder and folds it, waiting for Alison to get back up. As Alison stumbles up and turns around Terri throws the ladder at her head like a lawn dart, Alison ducking just in time as a loud CLANG of metal connecting against metal echos in the area. Alison quickly slides into the ring and out the adjacent side as Terri gives pursuit as she tried to put as much distance between each other as possible. As Terri follows suit Alison waits for her and quickly drives her right knee into her skull having lured her into a trap. Terri stumbles and slumps against the side of the ring, with Alison taking an opportunity to drive her protected right knee several more times into her head as she struggles to throw her hands up to protect herself. Terri's body slowly slumps down onto its side on the outside as Alison gloats and takes an insincere bow as the crowd showers her with their very vocal disapproval.
North: Alison is back to using that protected right knee in the metal knee brace. One has to wonder if it's even medically necessary or not at this point. She's not even hiding the fact that she's using it as a weapon and by arguing that as long as it's a part of her body there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it.
DIC: And she's right! With the physical rigors that this industry entails are you really going to question whether it's 'medically necessary'? You'd give Smelly Terri a pass, I know you would.
North: Not if she was just using it as a weapon! You and I both know that's not what a knee brace is for. I understand that such aids are necessary for a lot of athletes but it's a shame that a few abuse this privilege! I see the abuse and I'm calling it what it is!
Alison picks up the ladder, the very one that nearly crushed her head between it and the ringpost, and slides it into the ring. Terri slowly stirs on the floor having just had her bell thoroughly rung as she feels herself yanked up roughly by her hair by her former best friend.
Alison: You need me, Terri!
Alison slaps her with an open hand to the face.
Alison: You always needed me!
Alison slaps her harder in the face.
Alison: To watch your back, to help you navigate this cutthroat business!
SMACK! The slap was loud enough to echo in the arena that time, a tear forming in the corner of Terri's eye from the impact.
Alison: I loved you like a sister but you never gave a damn about our friendship! And now you're lost without me carrying you on my back! You're weak! You're weak, just like Wendy's fragile neck!
Alison balls her hand up into a fist and pulls it back like she was getting ready to swing with her knuckles instead on open palm this time but Terri's eyes lit up as soon as Alison turned her words towards Wendy. Terri grabbed Alison by her wrist and twisted it, quickly bringing herself back to her feet, Alison's arm contorted in a way that put her at her rival's mercy! Alison shook her head furiously, her eyes wide and her mouth pleading for Terri to not do whatever's running through her mind but her pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears. Terri with her free arm swiftly chops down on Alison's arm, causing her to scream in pain and fall backwards clutching her arm.
North: Alison Crowne's left arm appears worse for wear, for sure. A technique like that could snap a person's arm in two with enough force and while I don't think Terri quite had the technique for that's definitely going to greatly neutralize what she can do in the striking game as well as grappling. It's harder to advance your punches with only one arm, it makes your movements more predictable and that's only going to make it harder to defend herself to boot.
DIC: Terri got lucky with that; broken clock is right twice a day. She found her shot and took it. Congratulations; you still have three deadly and highly educated limbs to get past. Don't get a big head.
Alison quickly picks herself up and slides into the ring to buy herself a few more seconds of recovery as Terri quickly follows her, causing Alison to stumble and back pedal away from her. Terri is quick to close the gap but Alison was just a little quicker as she shot a kick straight to Terri's ribs. Alison smirked as her left arm dangled to her side and shoots another stiff kick to Terri's ribs, and another and another!
DIC: And again Alison Crowne much like their last match used herself as bait with her injury! How is this fair, Kev?! Alison is reading her like an open book!
North: Sometimes the same trick does work more than once but can she capitalize? To be down to one arm is not to be taken lightly; there's so many ways that can still come back to doom her. At some point she's going to have to climb the ladder.
Alison finishes off the flurry with a discus lariat using her good arm causing Terri to flip and turn inside out from the impact in midair before crashing to the mat. Alison falls to her knees and flexes her right arm with a sinister grin on her face and her eyes full of malice and hate as she turns her head to look back at Terri. Alison picks herself up and eyes the ladder she slid into the ring several minutes earlier and begins dragging it over to a corner. She picks it up and wedges it horizontally between the middle and top ropes after a little bit of difficulty due to how unwieldy the ladder was with only one good arm. Alison ensures it's firmly in place while Terri meanwhile had enough time to make it back to her feet while Alison's attention was elsewhere. Terri waits for Alison to turn around before spearing her right into the wedged ladder, the champion's eyes nearly popping out of her head as Terri rapidly closed the gap.
North: SPEAR! An impact like that will either knock the kinks out of your back or dislocate a few discs!
Alison slumps against the ladder, her arms resting between the rungs, using them to keep herself standing as she felt her legs briefly begin to give way. Alison quickly manages to reposition herself but by then it was already too late to stop what was coming next; Terri noticing this immediately grabs a hold of Alison's left wrist and falls on her back, yanking in a downward motion as she does. Alison screams again as her left arm and shoulder collide with the metal ladder,unable to complete her fall herself due to the object she was just forcibly driven into.
North: Normally I'm not one for such tactics but in this case it's completely legal. I think Terri is really trying to neutralize the Crowning Moment which of course would be incredibly difficult if not next to impossible to pull of with only one good arm. And like I said, Alison is going to have to climb the ladder at some point too and that's going to dramatically reduce her speed.
DIC: Honestly Terri is scared to death and afraid of having her name added to the 'Necks Snapped' Count but it won't matter; Alison can still beat her with one arm. When you're Bruce Lee incarnate, when you got the martial arts training he has there's not much that you can't overcome.
Terri quickly pulls herself up with the ropes and hits a superkick, connecting straight to Alison's jaw, causing her to rest her body against the ladder. Terri then grabs a fistful of Alison's hair and mouths something to her before she slams her head into the ladder! Alison's head bounces off it as Terri keeps her hold and slams it again and again repeatedly, the crowd counting along with each one.
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Terri lets go. Alison pulls herself off taking a few steps towards Terri, swinging wildly three times before falling face first onto the mat.
North: Down goes Alison Crowne! She just got her bell rung and her clock cleaned!
DIC: Get up, Queen!
Terri goes for the ladder and begins to set it up, carefully trying to position it under the belt, taking her time trying to get it right. Once she's sure she's got it set right Terri steps on the bottom rung and begins to pull herself up rung by rung. Step by step she slowly makes her ascent upwards.
North: Now Terri Thompson s climbing the ladder, she's hoping that that's enough to keep the champion down for the count.
DIC: Come on, Alison! Don't let that Gutter Slut beat you this way! Don't let us fall back to the Dark Ages!
Terri reaches up now, her hand grazing the very bottom of the sideplate; the belt officially now within reach. Terri climbs up another rung and grabs hold of the bottom of the strap but has a hard time reaching for the button snap buckles. Terri is able to see her face reflected back to her in the center plate, at the proverbial mountaintop she smiles as victory was shining right in her face; to be able to take back the LONE Championship; to take a stab at Alison Crowne for turning on her and breaking Wendy's neck, if she could just pull the belt down justice could finally begin to be served...
...but much like a redwood in a forest at the end of its life the ladder began to fall over to its side with a kick from Alison Crowne on the mat. Her forehead was bleeding by this point; no doubt thanks to the merciless pummeling she received on that very ladder. With a crimson mask Alison Crowne laughed as Terri came falling off, her head and neck catching and bouncing off the top rope and down to the mat. The referee is quick to check on Terri on the mat as Alison slowly scooted back to the corner, hooking her right arm onto the middle rope with a smug grin, her eyes glancing up to the ceiling as the belt gently sways back and forth.
North: She was so close to becoming a three time LONE Champion but Alison Crowne stopped Terri Thompson just right exactly when she had to!
DIC: Look at that blood, that war paint on the champion. Most people would be demoralized at the sight of their own blood, shaken to their core knowing that the crimson liquid of life was pouring out of their body. Yet you look at that warrior right there, you stare into the eyes of LONE's Reigning Monarch and you can just tell that she likes it. It makes her feel alive and she's enjoying it. It reminds her that she's both mortal and immortal all at once and hurting her to that point only means that she's going to give everything back tenfold.
Terri tries to push the referee away but it's clear that she may have been hurt off the fall. Alison pulls herself up and with her left arm still dangling at her side for the most part walks over and drives her boot into Terri's face, drawing the referee's ire. Alison quickly motions to over towards the timekeeper demanding that the referee bring the ringside doctor into the ring but the doctor quickly shakes his head no holding up his hands defensively. The referee looks on helplessly as fear stopped the doctor from doing the one thing the referee really could do in a no rules environment like this.
North: Alison is daring the doctor to check on Terri but he's paralyzed by fear. The last time he tried to check on Terri he ended up on the receiving end of a heinous assault that resulted in a $5000 fine.
DIC: He's learned his place, that the ring is Alison Crowne's domain. He can tend to the wounded after she's done and not a second before.
Alison scoffed and mouthed the words 'look at you being a proud coward, stay in your lane' with a very arrogant, condescending smirk, her blood running down her face as she locked eyes with the doctor sitting by the timekeeper. Alison then turned her attention back to Terri who was struggling to get back up, even with the aid of the ropes, the whiplash definitely appearing to be a factor. Alison quickly ran over and with her hand hovering over the top rope hits a running kneestrike with the brace to Terri's head, sending Terri falling backwards to the corner. Alison then follows up by pressing her foot on her throat and using the top rope tries to choke the life out of her as her former best friend kicks her feet violently and desperately on the mat, the referee repeatedly yelling at her to let go. Alison ignores his pleas and with a callous and cold glare stares right at the ref as she presses down harder almost as if she was daring him to try something. Finally Alison lets go as Terri gasps and struggles to breathe. Alison rolls out of the ring and searches under the ring, the crowd gasping as Alison pulls out the 'big ladder' all 20ft of it and with a bit of an effort and a struggle manages to slide it under the bottom rope and inside. Alison quickly follows it inside the ring and using its incredible length begins to position it horizontally much like she did the first ladder but instead of wedged into the turnbuckle a bit further out, still resting on the middle rope as she formed a little platform with it. After getting the ladder where she wants it she turns back to Terri who seems to have finally gotten her breath back but not much else. Alison slowly runs her thumb across her throat as she stares down at Terri, her cold blue eyes might as well be the reflection of the ice running through her veins; devoid of any remorse or empathy for the woman she once called her best friend. Terri looks up at Alison as Alison made a gun motion with her right hand and simulated pulling the trigger, the hammer cocking down to strike the shell and firing the bullet. Alison then grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up as she positioned her feet on the middle rope and sat on the top rope.
North: It's clear that Alison's got bad intentions but what is it exactly that she's got in mind?
DIC: That ladder is your first clue; it could be any number of things and almost all of them result in Smelly Terri being broken in half.
Alison goes to lift Terri up for a powerbomb but her left arm gives out and she can't hold her up! Terri falls back down, landing feet first as she shot a desperation elbow to Alison's head, connecting. With Alison stunned Terri then climbed onto the middle rope, hooking Alison's head underneath her arm and forcing her up as they're both now standing on the top rope. Terri closes her eyes for a moment before lifting Alison up and crashing backwards into the ring with a superplex off the top, sending Alison onto and through the ladder as it bends and snaps in two!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
North: Superplex by Terri Thompson! Through the ladder and straight to hell!
DIC: Alison's left arm gave out, that's the only thing that's saving that Trailer-dwelling Trash right now!
North: And it may have just saved the match and kept the championship in play. Terri neutralized something she knew Alison needed and has almost completely taken it out of play. Whereas she was blinded by anger and emotion the previous match she's applied to the rematch. All that anger is very much still there but she's trying to use it to serve a purpose; right now I'd say she's succeeding.
The referee is quick to check on both women as they lay motionless on the mat. The referee exits the ring to talk with the ringside doctor, the two having a discussion at a very safe distance over what to do in this situation. After a minute Terri is the first to stir as she begins to crawl towards the ropes to pull herself up. Alison Crowne still appears to be out and on her back, the debris of the ladder still very much around her, with some splattering of her blood in the general vicinity. Terri manages to pull herself up and seeing Alison down for the count she limps over towards the original ladder, folding it and scooping it back up to reposition it under the belt. Terri then begins to slowly climb the ladder again, taking deep breaths as she slowly makes the ascent once more.
North: Terri Thompson making her second trip up the ladder having gotten up first. But she's hurt and the tank is beginning to run low; one has to wonder how much she took out of herself to hit that Superplex.
DIC: Well maybe if she didn't chainsmoke those cigarettes like a chimney she'd have the cardio to push through to the finish.
Alison Crowne finally begins to stir on the ground, her eyes blinking and opening and locking onto the ladder with the object of her contempt scaling it. The referee finally catches what's going on and seemingly cancels whatever it was he and the doctor talked about as he hovered around ringside, sliding the ladder debris piece by piece out of the ring. Terri is about halfway up by now as Alison slowly makes it to a knee, a few droplets of blood falling off her forehead and onto the mat as the cut appears to be deeper than initially thought, something that finally dons on her as she runs her hand across the cut. Terri gets about three quarters of the way up when she first reaches for the belt again, the belt about one and a half fingertip's length away from the bottom of the strap. Terri climbs up another rung and her fingers just barely brush against the bottom as Alison pulled herself back to her feet. Terri climbs one more rung and grabs a hold of the of the bottom of the belt firmly and tries to see if she can just yank the belt down to force the button clasps to unbuckle with enough effort but appears to make very little progress if any. Alison meanwhile climbs on the rungs below Terri and reaches to the back of her pants and uses that grip to yank Terri off the ladder, forcing her to let go of the belt.
North: Alison Crowne just barely managed to get up in time and she yanked her former best friend back down to earth. Heartbreakingly so; Terri saw victory literately slip out of her grasp.
DIC: I'll give Smelly Terri a sliver of credit here; she's hurting the champion. She's hurting her over and over and over again with consistency but she's failing to get the job done. The bullet next to Alison's heart? It represents that despite everything so far, despite all the words; everything, that Alison's still standing, still breathing and drawing breath. It's going to take a killshot to put her down and I'm not sure Terri has that in her.
Terri lands roughly on her feet as Alison throws a heavy right fist right at Terri connecting with a very loud BOOOOOOOOOOO! Terri fires back with a punch of her own. YAY! Alison, BOOOOOOOOOOO! Terri, YAY!
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Alison with one good arm continues to slug it out with her left arm dangling limp and the power of her dominant hand with her training and technique seeming to overcome the difference and disadvantage. Terri stumbles as Alison grabs her and with one arm tosses her straight into the ladder toppling it over again. Terri stumbles back holding her head from the impact as Alison rears back, leaning back into the ropes before running at full speed at Terri, hitting a running knee strike with her brace, her feet coming off the ground as she launched her entire body into the knee strike, colliding with Terri causing them to both fall to the mat. Terri remains down but Alison Crowne kips up, immediately returning to her feet, using nothing but her lower body strength alone, no hands. Alison struts forward with a cocky swagger in her step, pointing to herself with both index fingers and an arrogant grin before dusting her hands off.
DIC: What did I just tell you? She's like a Saiyan; the closer to death you bring her the stronger she becomes once it's all said and done.
North: If I wasn't seeing this I wouldn't believe it myself. Both these women have a tremendous well of energy they draw upon. The sheer willpower, the intense and insane drive to keep going when the average person's body would've just quit. Neither one wants to lose to the other.
Alison picks the ladder up and positions it under the belt and begins her own slow ascent upward, severely hindered in her speed with her left arm being nearly useless from earlier in the match. Alison makes it nearly to the top when Terri stirs on the mat and pulls herself up with a sense of urgency seeing Alison near the top. Alison reaches for the belt, falling just barely out of her grasp. Alison pulls herself up another rung gingerly and then another looking to retrieve her belt and get out of town while she was still able to under her own power. Terri finds a second wind as she wills herself up to the top, wiling herself back into the fight when every second mattered and reached up and hit Alison in the head with a punch. Alison immediately looks down at Terri, her focus immediately diverting from the belt to her rival as she fires back with a punch of her own. Terri responds in kind with a punch, the two women slugging it out at the very top with everything at stake as the crowd responds as they did moments before. Alison, BOOOOOOOOOOO! Terri, YAY!
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With Alison needing to hold onto the ladder with her left arm as best as she could this time she was unable to use her superior technique and training to overcome the disadvantage of fighting with one arm, Terri was able to get the best of her with Alison's body finally slumping forward at the top of the ladder. Terri climbs up one more rung and hooks Alison's head under her arm, climbing up once more.
North: No... no no no no no no no! Don't do this, don't do this!
DIC: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Terri lifts Alison up while on top of the ladder, hooking the leg as she falls backward as Terri hits an Avalanche Fisherman Buster from the top of the ladder to the mat inside the ring! Alison crumbles motionless to the mat while Terri rolls away and towards the ropes.
TERRI KILLED YOU! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! TERRI KILLED YOU! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! TERRI KILLED YOU! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! TERRI KILLED YOU! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! TERRI KILLED YOU! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
North: OH MY GOD! TERRI THOMPSON JUST DROVE ALISON CROWNE INTO THE MAT LIKE A COFFIN NAIL! SHE MIGHT BE PARALYZED OR WORSE! SHE'S NOT MOVING!
DIC: Not this way! Oh no.... oh no..... oh no.... OH NO! This can't be happening! My poor Queen...!
North: Last time... last time the faced off Alison Crowne hit her with the fisherman buster, a move Frank Washington, a friend of Terri's, was known for using. So this time Terri took it a step further... but she took it a step too far! Wendy wouldn't want her paralyzed, dammit!
The referee is nearly panicking himself, his hands on his head and his mouth gaping open as he seems genuinely concerned for Alison Crowne's health and well being. Alison still hasn't moved as Terri repositions the ladder and begins to slowly climb up it. Rung by rung Terri drags her body ever so slowly upward. Meanwhile as this happens to camera pans back to the Cadillac still sitting at the top of the entrance aisle, the driver's side door opens as Lexi Pryce steps out wearing a driver's hat. Lexi tosses the hat aside and makes her way down to the ring as the crowd boos her mercilessly.
North: It's that damn Lexi Pryce! She still hasn't been cleared by the LONE medical team so she's still by all rights suspended!
DIC: Here comes the ace in the hole, the shining knight to deliver us from a fate worse than death! The cavalry has arrived!
Terri is finally to the top of the ladder as she begins to reach for the strap, Lexi rushes to the other side of the ladder, and begins to lift it, tipping it backward causing Terri to fall and crash to the outside of the ring!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
North: Not this way! Not this way! Dammit, dammit all to hell!
DIC: THANK YOU LEXI! THANK YOU!
North: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The crowd is incredibly angry as Lexi grins mischievously and places the ladder back at a level standing. She then helps Alison get up, who appears to barely be conscious by this point, patting her on the back and pointing to the ladder. Alison groggily and very slowly climbs the ladder, taking as much time as she needs as she eventually reaches the top and yanks down on the strap,unbuckling it and freeing it from the hook.
Baxter: Here is your winner... and STILL Ladies Of New England Champion... The Highlight of the Night... Alison Crowne!
North: For the second time the devil herself and her profane intervention has robbed Terri of the title and kept the belt in Alison Crowne's clutches!
DIC: The devil is an angel all the same, fallen or not! And this angel just saved us all!
Alison clutches the belt in her hand as she manages to barely hang onto the ladder, her face covered in her own sweat and blood, her white attire also stained in her own blood as she lifts the belt up in the air. Alison slowly descends from the ladder and looks to the outside where Terri crash landed and points to the bullet hole next to the heart on her attire, slinging the belt on her shoulder and holding her index finger and her thumb a small hair's length apart.
Alison:You should've killed me when you had the chance!
The champion defiantly shouts as victory was delivered to her from the jaws of certain defeat. Alison embraces Lexi in a hug with Lexi holding her up before they both raised their arms in the air. Alison and Lexi then begin to have a short conversation as they whisper back and forth in each other's ears. As they slide out of opposite sides of the ring and pincer Terri by surrounding her on two sides. Alison places her belt on the ring apron as the two both begin to tear up the protective padding on the outside, exposing the concrete underneath. The referee shouts at both of them to stop but quickly makes a 180 and begins sprinting up the ramp as Lexi and Alison shoot him a death glare in unison. Lexi scoops Terri up off the floor and places her over Alison's right shoulder, looking to hit an assisted Crowning Moment, the duo intent on reuniting Terri with Wendy in the cruelest fashion imaginable.
North: Somebody stop this!
DIC: DO IT! END HER! SNAP HER NECK!
Just when it appeared that Terri would meet Wendy's fate Fay Qent sprints out from the back and to ringside and attacks Alison from behind, causing her to safely drop Terri without spiking her on her head! The crowd goes bonkers for another one of Portland's own looking out for one another. Lexi quickly steps forward and goes blow for blow exchanging punches with Fay Qent, with Fay Qent getting the upper hand with a clothesline! Alison gets up and grabs her belt and Lexi as the two begin to backpedal and retreat as Qent checks on Terri. Lexi and Alison mouth off at Qent saying they'll deal with her on their time, not hers' as they make their way to the back. Terri is now sitting up as she talks with Qent.
North: Just when it looked like Terri would be reunited in the worst way with Wendy somebody finally stepped up to the plate and did the right thing! For my broadcast partner DIC we would both like to with everyone a safe drive home and thank you for welcoming us into your homes for another month. We will see you next month where hopefully a new day will be shining upon us here and deliver us from this dark storm we've been ensnared in. Goodnight everyone!
