2019.05.31: PWN - LONE - LONE 23

Intro

The show opens up with a video package. The music is White Trash (Second Generation) by Bad Religion, the theme music of Pretty Trashy.

We're in what appears to be a junkyard. As the music plays, it appears to be showing a montage of Terri and Qent. Most of it is Terri, bashing things like old televisions with a lead pipe she must've found, and slam dancing, flailing her arms and legs. Then there's a shot of the two drinking some Miller Genuine Draft beers as the sky darkens. Then there's a shot of Terri standing atop a giant heap of trash while raising the pipe triumphantly, and Qent watching her from the bottom while laughing. The montage seems to end with the sky covered in darkness and stars, and the two seated on bar stools in front of a barrel with the contents inside set on fire.

Terri's right leg is twitching against a rung of the stool while she stares at the flames.

Terri: ..... I need a cigarette... I've been trying to quit, though. You know what I can't quit, though?

Her eyes fix up towards the camera, leaving the flame.

Terri: Making Alison feel pain.

Qent smiles at this.

Terri smiles as well. Sadistically, even!

Terri: Oh that's right Alison. I can't quit you. You're my new addiction now. This isn't about the belt anymore. Not to me!

She points at herself for a moment.

Terri: Hell this isn't even about what you did to me after I won it the second time! This is about Wendy.

She waves her finger around now.

Terri: This is ALL about Wendy and what you did to her! And I won't rest... I won't rest until you feel the pain I felt. The pain she felt.

Qent looks a little concerned, and lays a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. Terri's eyes shift over to Qent briefly, and she gives her a little nod of appreciation.

Terri: You can make all these jokes... and all of these threats that I'm going to have to get wheeled up and down my trailer along with Wendy while we share a disability check... but it all goes to show me that you don't know what REAL pain is. REAL pain is waking up in the morning and wondering what you'll have to scrounge up to eat for the day, if you CAN even eat for the day. Real pain is having a parental unit who acts like you don't exist, while the other one is gone too much to even notice! Real pain is having to look at the woman you're going to spend the rest of your life with and thinking you've failed her because she has to be bound to a wheelchair, possibly for the rest of her life, because someone you thought was your friend stabbed you in the back over jealousy! Jealousy. Jealousy sewn by corruption...

Terri twitches some more, that leg shaking from her foot bouncing against the rung of the barstool.

Terri: You know, I used to say that I don't know you now. That I knew you then, but I don't know what you are and what you've become now. But no, no it's the opposite. I didn't know who you were then, but I know who you are now. You're... you're a jealous woman. You're a jealous woman consumed by fame. The fame and fortune the title brings. You're a jealous woman consumed by fame who doesn't know what real pain is. You don't know what real pain is because you've never felt it. You've had it easy growing up, and you've never felt real pain because you've spent your whole life inflicting it on others! Physically, mentally, verbally, all your life! Then you come to New England, and you befriend somebody like me who had trust issues to begin with, and you let what happened to me consume you with jealousy! You're jealous because I've done in one year what you couldn't do in 5 plus YEARS! What you couldn't do without the help of a partner and you know EXACTLY what that is... Taste gold! Now, now you're addicted. You're addicted to the taste of gold.

She taps two fingers by the back of her elbow after extending her arm out, like she's waiting for an injection.

Terri: Like a junkie waiting for her fix! Wanting it so badly... And now you have it. But just like a junkie whose gotten her fix, it's not as good after the first time... and it doesn't last long. Then they're left to chase that addiction, wondering if it's even worth it because they can't feel that euphoria from the first time. So you can keep parading around with your title, but there will come a time, and it won't be long, where you won't have it and then I'll ask you..... Was it worth it? Was it all worth it, in the end, Alison?

Terri stares longingly into the flames now.

Terri: Alison Crowne..... You are my addiction now, and I'm going to feed... when I get my hands on you... and it'll be worth it...

The camera zooms in on the flames, which can be heard crackling as the screen fades to black.

No Fly Zone vs. Generations

"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.

Baxter: Now making their way to the ring, from across the globe, Kayoko Ichikawa and “Fly” Felicia Hawkins… together they are No Fly Zone!

Quickly backstage we have Linda Edwards with Generations who are on their way out to the ring.

Linda: Anne, Ainslee, real quick! As you head out to your match after making your intentions clear after defeating Spice & Ice at Retribution last month who have been going at it on and off again with your opponents tonight. Now facing a team that is in similar style to you, where does it go from here?

Ainslee: We’ll make it nice and simple for you. Last month Spice & Ice wanted to run their mouths about some things they had no business running their mouths about and we stepped to the plate and showed them what being part of Generations is all about.

Anne: We’re here, we’re together and we’re making our claim to the Gucci Gals and their championships well known. Last month was Spice & Ice, this month is No Fly Zone. They had their chance and now it’s to the back of the line. After tonight they’ll know exactly who’s next in line.

Cutting back out to ringside, Felicia wears a backwards cap with 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 before “Cross Off” by Mark Morton starts to play.

With a direct view to NFZ in the ring, Anne tosses her hat and shirt to the side into the first couple of rows and Ainslee tosses her jacket next to her. THe fans love the free Generations merch but these ladies don’t want to play around tonight and slid into the ring for a standoff. The official got between the two teams instructing them to pick a member to start the match. From NFZ it’s Felicia and from Generations it will be Anne.

DING DING

The bell sounds and the two start to circle around to get a feel before coming in with a collar and elbow tie up before Anne drops to her back and arm drags Felicia who finds herself sitting in a corner trying to grasp what happened. But before she has the key opportunity to do anything, Anne connects with a cannonball body attack in the corner before reaching out to the fans with applause. Felicia rolls out and Kayoko meets her outside trying to regroup but the action continues when Anne comes running and FLIES over the top rope, flipping in mid air and crashing down on both. Big reaction from the rest of the crowd. Anne picks Felicia to her feet and rolls her back in the ring and follows behind.

North: I could see Anne Grayson wrestle all day! It doesn't matter what's going on but she always finds a way to take to the air and display that amazing athleticism putting her opponents on notice!

DIC: I wish when she flew, she'd keep going! She looks like she belongs in the Mickey Mouse club for crying out loud!

North: To be fair, the Mickey Mouse Club did produce a lot of stars like Justin Timberlake, Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera and they all did amazing things for themselves. In Anne's shoes I'd see that as a compliment that of all people, Dexter believes she's going to be a hit in a few years!

DIC: I did not say that! GAH! Why do I work with you?! You're just so difficult!

North: I'd beg to say the same about you sometimes but that huge Tope Con Hilo takes down both members of the No Fly Zone, picture perfect landing and the crowd loves it!

DIC: The crowd will cheer for anything that looks flash. You could sell them a used baby making glove if you use some lights and sparklers to sell it. She couldn't wrestle like her dad so she learned how to flip. Big deal!

North: What amazes me the most from Anne Grayson is that she couldn't be any different than her dad, actually. I've had the privilege of working with her dad in the past and he was always a fighter, a brawler, and never afraid to take a beating. We've seen a lot of that in Anne as well, but she takes different kinds of risks. With wrestling today there's a lot about showcasing the athletic ability and generating as much impact as possible with those risks. The idea of Generations being a team and being on the same page is so amazing because then we get high end matches like this!

Anne points to her partner who reaches her arm out for a tag and Ainslee is tagged in. Bringing Felicia to her feet, or starting to anyway, Felicia in a Jeff Hardy fashion drops down to a seat and hitting a jawbreaker on Ainslee giving her the moment she needs to tag Kayoko in. Kayoko springboards to the top rope and comes jumping in with a crossbody taking Ainslee down and a pin attempt but only a one! Ainslee is starting to get up from the ground but Kayoko meets a keeled Ainslee with a kick to the jaw and another pin attempt but only two! Ainslee is getting up again but Kayoko doesn’t let it happen as she tries to get a quick magistral cradle but Ainslee rolls right through it and in quick reflexes grabs Kayoko in a headlock and lifts her up into a vertical suplex. Ainslee turns to face Felicia Hawkins on the apron before dropping Kayoko on her head with the Killer Instinct, a stalling Brainbuster Suplex. Ainslee covers.

One…. Two… Thr-NO!

Felicia Hawkins rushed in to make the save for her team.

North: Holy crap! Kayoko with the quick pin attempts but that Killer Instinct brainbuster! Kayoko is going to need to see a chiropractor when all is said and done but Felicia is keeping it alive! The tag team action is on fire tonight!

DIC: I've got some tapes at home I can let you borrow if you want to see some real tag team action. Maybe you can learn a thing or two on how to call a tag team match!

North: Going a little left field don't you think?

DIC: Fine, I'll keep my 4 Horsemen DVD to myself then, thank you!

North: I've got quite the collection of 80s VHS and DVDs at home as well. My kids are quite the collectors as well, keeping everything in great condition. Just like Felicia Hawkins making that save, keeping her team in great condition to keep the match going!

Ainslee looks at her and steps back from Kayoko, letting Felicia bring her to the corner for a tag. And at the same time, Ainslee tags in Anne Grayson. The two come in and rush at each other .Anne ducks a lariat attempt by rolling under. Felicia turns around and Anne does a back handspring catching Felicia by the head with her feet and attempts to roll forward dragging Felicia. Felicia uses her hands, a walking handstand to be exact, to stop herself before landing back on her feet. She meets Anne with a kick to the gut and then rushes to the ropes and aims for an inziguri but Anne ducked it and pops up with a high dropkick to Felicia. She’s right back up for another, and another but keeps getting up. Going for another dropkick, Felicia knocks it away and jumps to the middle rope and moonsaults off but Anne rolls out of the way, Felicia lands on her feet and rushes to the opposite side. Both women hit the ropes across from one another and get the same idea of in one motion, Felicia goes for a low sliding dropkick and Anne jumps flipping in the air. Both women to their feet and turn to face each other with their fists up, Everything that started after ducking under the lariat happened so fast the crowd couldn’t help but stand in applause with a chant. Locking eye contact they realized that they might just very well be an even match for one another. Even Ainslee and Kayoko came into the ring and it was a standoff with all members of both teams staring each other down.

“THIS IS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap-clap,clap* “THIS IS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap-clap,clap* “THIS IS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap-clap,clap* “THIS IS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap-clap,clap*

North: I am inclined to agree with the audience tonight, this truly is awesome! The high risks and fast pace have been a staple in this match so far with the high paced and high risk action and the Gucci Gals, who of course are our current tag team champions, and with Generations definitely making their claim for their own shot at the belts and showing their strength together with everything they do - Generations could very well be taking those belts very soon.

DIC: You... you actually think that idiots that come out and risk their lives just for the entertainment of this plebs in the audience deserve to even have a shot at the Gucci Gals? I don't know what you've been smoking but I don't want any. I don't want to become delusional! Also I don't want Mr. Bux to fire me for dropping dirty. You hear that Mister Bux?! North is smoking the illegals!

North: Well that's something. But lets just take a look and admire what we just saw. Move for move, counter for counter, Anne Grayson and Felicia Hawkins just went toe to toe in one of the single best sequences I've seen in a very long time. For anybody that ever dares say that these women can't go I challenge you to watch LONE each month and say otherwise!

DIC: And you get to see top notch beauties rolling around with each other! Don't tune in for their smarts because they flip around a lot but you can enjoy the view! Call me Captain DIC! I'll be your pilot on pointing out the good parts!

North: These ladies are all absolutely beautiful but there's so much more. Pure athletic ability, raw strength and power and now we have all four women in the ring just staring each other down and the crowd can hardly control themselves! It's been a ride to call this match all night so far and it has just reaffirmed among many others on the LONE roster why I love this job and this business. Wait... wait a second what's going on?

DIC: YES! YES! YES! QUEENS! This match just got 10 times better!

The crowd had been super into it but quickly the tone of the crowd changed. The wrestlers in the ring didn’t know it, the commentators didn’t see it but the crowd sure did. Pushing their way through the crowd was Spice & Ice. They got over the barricade and stayed low so they didn’t get noticed. Violent Violet had a chair and Cinnamon got up on the apron to get attention. When attention was on her, Violet nailed Anne in the back with a chair, then Ainslee over the head. She jabbed Felicia in the gut and then jabbed Kayoko in the gut as well. Cinnamon hit Kayoko with a swinging neck breaker and Violet hit Felicia across the back with the chair.

North: Dammit, no! Spice & Ice have just ruined a great match by getting involved out of jealousy and nothing more! Sneaking through the crowd with chairs and just jumping everybody! Get some security out here!

DIC: YES! THAT'S HOW QUEENS DO IT, NORTH! RULE THAT RING! YEEEAAAH! Spice & Ice showing what they're made of right there Kevy-Boy! Showing who the queens of the ring really are here in LONE and that those tag belts are theirs!

North: Spice & Ice haven't had the best of luck lately so they feel that they need to crash a perfectly good match just to get attention!

DING DING DING DING

Quickly the referee called for the match to be thrown out. Spice & Ice celebrating at their handiwork, and yelling to the crowd that the belts are theirs! But they didn’t get the job done enough because slowly, all of the girls started to get back up. With the roar of the crowd, Spice & Ice turn back around and Violet is met with a Starstruck spinning heel kick from Kayoko and Cinnamon tries to get away to no avail. Ainslee grabs her by the tights preventing her from escaping through the ropes. Then showing her strength, Ainslee pulls Cinnamon back in and a massive German Suplex rocks her world. Perched up top is Felicia Hawkins, setting up Bye Felicia, that devastating Swanton Bomb - however Violet rolled out of the ring and ran over to Cinnamon. Ainslee had her backing up, standing over her and Violent Violet pulled Cinnamon out of the ring. They held onto each other to keep themselves up and started to walk up the entrance way, looking to the ring with No Fly Zone and Generations standing together looking on at them. What an interesting moment this had created.

DIC: What a way to ruin the match! Things got so much better once Spice & Ice showed up, really bringing in the ratings! Fire those 4! They should be charged with assault for ganging up on Cinnamon! Thank god they're able to get away before any real damage is done!

North: Spice & Ice didn't stay on top and make sure enough damage was done! When you've got two hungry teams like No Fly Zone and Generations they aren't going to go down that easy. They may have interrupted the match but the message was sent loud and clear! No Fly Zone and Generations are gunning for the Gucci Gals so I hope they were paying attention!

Teaser

A video package starts on the titantron.

We see a silhouette of someone standing on a small stage raised a few feet off of the ground, with people seated at small circular tables and awaiting what looks to be a performance of some sort. The figure steps forward towards a microphone stand. When she steps forward, her figure come into view. She has short hair, dyed red, and is dressed in a glittering, blue dress. She appears to be in her mid 20s and of Singaporean descent. Behind her, a man sitting in front of a piano begins to tickle those ivories. The woman behind the microphone begins to sing.

"I've been all across the world
From Japan to Newfoundland
But no place excites me more
Than right here where I stand.

Nothing excites me more
Than when I stand on stage
The lights and glitz and glamour
I feel I'm at my golden age

But I must turn a page in life
And do much more than sing
I have learned to hone my craft
Inside that wrestling ring

I've graduated with flying colors
And now I have my chance
To drop the microphone
After forcing your last dance

My opportunity is now
And I'm aiming for the throne
My name is Jennifer Stewart
And I'm coming soon to LONE."

The audience rises to their feet and gives the woman known as Jennifer Stewart a standing ovation as she smiles brightly and bows. A graphic on the screen reads
JENNIFER STEWART
COMING SOON TO LONE

Hannah Kix vs. Rook

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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

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

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

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: Rook has been impressive since her debut, she nearly became the LONE Champion in her first match, pushing Alison Crowne to the limit. Tonight she has another very tough challenge in Hannah Kix.

DIC: In any other promotion Hannah Kix would've already gotten at least 3 championship opportunities and how many has Hannah Kix gotten to date? Zero. She's a woman of class and beauty, a solid 10 in my book and yet these 6s and 7s get a cut in front of her in the line. Rook is a solid 7, she's nice on the eyes but she's no Hannah or Ashley either for that matter.

North: Would you stop it?I mean I'll agree with believe Hannah Kix should have been given an opportunity by now to challenge for the LONE Championship but she's been going about everything the wrong way.

Rook and Kix circle one another in the ring, with Kix firing off a kick as Rook tries to close the gap, weaving and evading. Rook tries to go in low again at Kix who fires off another kick to back her up. Rook goes to dart in one more time looking for an amateur wrestling styled takedown but Kix manages to use a low center of gravity with her body to block the attempt, instead catching Rook behind the head with a 12-to-6 elbow strike right near where the head and neck connect. Rook immediately slumps to the ground and loses her grip.

North: Lethal and precise elbow strike by Hannah Kix. She may have caused Rook's nerves to malfunction for just a second or two, it's like her body lost all signal from her mind. Not paralysis but when the action is as fast paced as this it might as well be.

DIC: You always protect your neck and your head, that's rule number one, Rook! Maybe you'd see better if you took those sunglasses off!

Kix aggressively drives her knees into the side of her head, going down to the mat with her looking to keep the pressure on the talented rookie and trying to end his match as swiftly as possible. The referee tries to check on Rook as Ashley Lopez cheers her ally on. Rook shouts something at the referee as she does her best to try to cover up her head to try to avoid having the match called off on medical grounds. Kix manages to knock Rook's sunglasses off her face and to the side, amazingly the seemingly indestructible lenses haven't even taken a scratch, nor a crack for that matter. Kix briefly stops her assault to stare at the sunglasses, seemingly a little confused by their teflon-like qualities only to get sucker punched in the jaw by Rook.

North: What a haymaker by Rook! I've seen punches like that knock people out on the spot! Amazingly her sunglasses are still in one piece, it's almost like they were made at the teflon factory!

DIC: And against anyone else that punch might be enough but when you got world class striking ability like Hannah Kix you can eat a few more blows than the average fighter.

Kix's head thumps on the mat as she falls on her side as Rook threatens the same for Ashley who by now has crept a little too close to the apron throwing her hands up defensively as she backs off. Rook is quick to scoop her sunglasses back up and puts them back on, almost admiring their durability as she does so. The referee is quick to check on Kix this time who manages to shake her head as Rook gets to her feet and drives a kick of her own to Kix's head as she sits up. Rook follows up with a swift elbow drop before going for the headlock. Kix tries to fight her way out of the hold and forces the both of them up to their feet. Kix slips out and catches Rook in a hammerlock, going 9-to-3 with an a sharp elbow to the back of the head. Rook groans upon impact with Kix mainly keeping her foe on her feet with the hold before spinning her around into a pull-back lariat. Kix quickly goes for the pin. 1....2.... Rook pops her shoulder up off the mat to kick out.

North: Rook just barely manages to kick out after taking another one of Hannah's vicious elbow strikes to the head.

DIC: Might be reacting on instinct alone at this point but sometimes you just need to lay down and let the vet have her moment before you make things worse on yourself. You got to pay your dues.

Kix scowls as she presses her hand down across Rook's throat and begins choking her, Rook's feet kicking the mat frantically as she was struggling to breathe. The referee immediately cals for a clean break but Kix refuses to comply, giving him no choice but to start the five count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

Kix finally lets go as she begins arguing with the referee. This allows Ashley Lopez to get in a few licks of her own, punching Rook several times as she tried to choke her out with the bottom rope drawing the loud ire and disapproval of the crowd.

North: Now that's uncalled for! There's no place for that!

DIC: All's fair in love and war! If the referee isn't calling for the bell then it's fair enough!

Ashley throws her hands up and backs off as the referee finally turns around, denying any wrongdoing as Rook as drawing in deep, labored breaths trying to get some much needed oxygen back in her lungs. Kix raises a fist into the air while pointing to herself.

Kix: Regardez votre héros, regardez votre saveur bien-aimée du mois! Comment osez-vous l'adorer à la place de moi! Ça aurait dû être moi, j'aurais dû avoir un match pour le titre avec Alison Crowne! Où est mon coup?! It should've been me!

Kix yanks Rook up by her hair, looking like she wants to put this one away she goes for another 12-6 elbow right across the forehead but Rook manages to slip out of her grasp and dodges with a punch to the side of the ribs as she backs off. Rook appears to be going for the wrestling takedown yet again, but it was a feint as she dropped to the ground and hit Kix with a barrel roll leg sweep! Kix is taken by surprise but before she can react Rook managed to swiftly follow up by going for the heelhook! Before Rook can have it completely locked in though Ashley Lopez managed to reach in and grab Kix's arm and pulls her towards the ropes and out of Rook's grasp. The referee immediately threatens to eject Ashley as Rook gets up and tries to reach for her. Kix however is quick on the draw and immediately rolls Rook up, grabbing a hold of the tights as the referee drops down to count. 1.....2......3 KICKOUT! Rook manages to kick out just a fraction late as the bell rings.

Baxter: Here is your winner....Hannah Kix!

North: Rook almost had Hannah Kix but at the end of the day the numbers game proved to be too much. Still, you can't help but wonder if Rook would've scored the upset if the match remained one on one.

DIC: If, IF! We don't deal in IFs we deal in reality and in the real world the record books reflect that Hannah Kix defeated Rook and that's all there is to it!

As soon as the bell rings Ashley slides into the ring and begins stomping on Rook as Kix repeatedly kicks her in the ribs and kidneys. The referee immediately tries to break it off as he manages to briefly insert himself between Ashley and Rook as Kix immediately stops to shove the referee around. Rook manages to get back to her feet and she throws haymakers at Ashley and Kix trying to fight them both off at once, managing to knock Ashley down to the ground. Kix yanks and slams Rook down to the ground by grabbing her hair and yanking downward similar to a horsecollar in the NFL, a maneuver that has been banned in most circumstances due to the higher than average injury risk. Kix then delivers a nasty soccer kick to Rook's ribs as Ashley gets up and presses her foot on Rook's throat.

North: Somebody stop this, you proved your point didn't you? As tough and as valiant as Rook is this might be too much for her alone to overcome!

DIC: Welcome to the world of professional wrestling Rook! Time to start paying your dues!

The crowd cheers as Katrina bolts out from the back, quickly sliding into the ring and catching Ashley in a Category 5 black hole slam as she turned around. Kix seeing this immediately exited in a hurry through the ropes, pulling Ashley by her leg out of the ring as they make a swift retreat to the back as Katrina checks on Rook.

DIC: No, why! Why would a solid 8 help a 7 like her? Come on Katrina, you're better than this!

North: Rook can thank her lucky stars for Katrina right now. It's about time somebody decided to eve the playing field. You might as well call this the LONE edition of Game of Thrones with all these alliances being made recently but how long, how long before Ashley and Hannah's egos clash with one another? Something has got to give sooner or later.

Katrina helps Rook back to her feet as they exchange a few words as the cameras cut to the back.

The Damned promo

When the cameras cut to the back, we're shown a black screen, which has red cursive text fade into it.

“Lord, by such things people live; and my spirit finds life in them too. You restored me to health and let me live. Surely it was for my benefit that I suffered such anguish. In your love you kept me from the pit of destruction; you have put all my sins behind your back.” - Isaiah 38:16-17 (NIV)

It then fades in to a red colored wall.

The camera tilts down, showing the back of what appears to be Sister Catherine in her nun habit and on her knees. Stitches walks in from the camera's left and lays her left hand on Sister Catherine's left shoulder while Stitches' right holds the doll of Sister Catherine's likeness.

Sister Catherine turns to look up at Stitches and nods, rising to her feet and turning to take a few steps towards the camera. Her hands are locked in prayer, with the gold cross of Christ around her neck and her hands through its loop.

Stitches joins her at Sister Catherine's left, idly stroking the hair on the back of the doll's head while she holds it close to her bosom, eyes fixated on the doll lovingly as if it's her own child.

Sister Catherine: Good evening...

She takes her hands from over the loop of her cross and lowers them to her sides.

Sister Catherine: After our encounter with the Gucci Gals, Prada Paula believes she might have a disease.

Stitches stops petting the doll, raising her head to look up at the camera.

Stitches: ... Vain.

Sister Catherine: ... That she is. Well, Ms. Paula, I can reassure you that yes, while one that we drink from may end up having a disease, once we imbibe their blood, such impurities are washed away. See this... this is the power of the Lord.

Stitches: ... His will...

Stitches goes back to petting the doll and looking at it.

Sister Catherine: Indeed. When we were made into what we are, we were made in his perfect image. His perfect tools to enact his will. Diseases no longer effect us. Though we are damned to suffer if we are to perish, we are what we are to convert those towards his light... Or punish the wicked. He has put all of our sins behind his back. He has made us suffer anguish so we could see his way and become his tools. Disease... He has cured us with his love. So you need not be worried of contracting a disease, Ms. Paula. There are other things you need to worry about...

Stitches takes a moment to look into the camera again, grinning from ear to ear while slowly nodding her head.

Sister Catherine: We've received word from Mr. Bux that next month, we will be battling the Gucci Gals for the LONE Tag Team Championships. While we are grateful for the opportunity, our true purpose is not to take the tag titles away from you. No, it is to show you the way.

Stitches: The way of the Lord...

Sister Catherine: We do not walk down the path of obsession, the desire for material things.

Stitches: Greed...

Sister Catherine: However, if we are to take them from you, to bring them to God's Kingdom, Lord willing, we will oblige. So, Ms. Gucci...

Stitches: Egomaniac...

Sister Catherine: You can come at us with all of your vampire tropes. You can tell us that we're damned when you don't know what TRUE damnation is. You can obsess over the material things in life. It is in your names... but we...

Stitches: We are ready.

Sister Catherine: We are pure.

Stitches: We are righteousness.

Sister Catherine: We are punishment.

Both: We are the Damned!

Sister Catherine: And we are ready!

Sister Catherine soon bares her fangs while Stitches grins once more. The camera is then coated in a red mist as Sister Catherine spits it at the camera before the scene fades out.

Backstage Segment: "Hurricane" Katrina Matthers & Rook (Young & Dangerous)

After Sister Catherine speaks her mind the cameras shift backstage to Rook and Katrina who are standing next to one another looking to speak their mind.

Katrina: Enough is enough. I get that everyone is hungry; I get that everyone wants to have a seat at the table and be fed. I mean I'm hungry, Rook's hungry, we're /all/ hungry. To go out there, the drive to prove that you're the very best... the desire to entertain everyone and put your best foot forward; sure, you want to see a sign of progress. LONE is a very competitive environment and if you're not here to shoot for that top spot then you're in the wrong company and the wrong line of work. I really get it.

Katrina paused as she looked down at the floor, thinking over her next words and choosing them carefully. After a moment she looks back up.

Katrina: When that bell rings you got to put your best foot forward. Just because we may be enemies in the ring doesn't mean we can't be friends outside it, to pull for one another; iron sharpens iron, right? Hannah Kix is incredibly talented but she's let her ego get the best of her. Ashley Lopez has all the potential in the world but she prays and worships at the altar of the self. I'll admit, I've been wanting a piece of the pie too, I'd love to challenge Alison for the LONE Championship. But I'm also a big believer in letting someone's work do the talking for them. Everything is a process and like it or not sometimes you have to wait your turn.

But I'm not going to keep sitting on my ass in the back and watch one of my friends get taken advantage of against a stacked deck. If you ladies want to raise your profile then hey, I'm game; I'm willing to play. But we're going to do this the right way, we're going to go out there and let our wrestling do the talking. So Ashley, Hannah, you both have two choices; you can come at us from the front or we'll toss your asses out in the back! But I guarantee you, this is a storm that will not pass. We will... rock you like a hurricane!

Rook: That's all there is to it. So bring your worst because I always bring my best. You two have no idea what kind of Pandora's box you've just opened but there's no putting these genies back in the bottle now. You can call us lucky, entitled, undeserving, you can say we're beneath the two of you all you want but by the end you'll be calling us young and dangerous and we're coming for it all!

In-ring Promo: "The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne

“As I Am” by Dream Theater hits the arena as the lights dim, the spotlight pointing on the curtain as the crowd already begins booing, knowing that the champion herself's arrival was imminent. As the music picks up around the 1:14 mark Alison Crowne slowly emerges wearing a pair of mirror lens aviators with a silver frame, her black ring attire with the silver crowns and logo, a leather jacket to match and her infamous “I Broke Wendy's Neck” shirt with the championship resting on her shoulder. She steps out very slowly from the curtain with a bit of a limp in her step, walking gingerly with Lexi Pryce close behind her. Alison raises the LONE Championship high up in the air in defiance having barely survived the previous month's main event.

DIC: Defiantly still YOUR Ladies of New England Champion! A great man once said you don't have to like it, but accept it!

North: I'm honestly surprised she's here tonight, I know Ami couldn't quite make it. The fact of the matter is Ami Reeves should be the LONE Champion right now, she had Alison beat at multiple points in the match but Lexi Pryce however defied Bux's edict and interfered anyway. Viewer discretion is advised with this next clip and I urge anyone squeamish to please turn your attention away for a brief moment.


The clip from last month starts rolling, showing Alison and Lexi grabbing a pair of brooms while Ami grabs a mop and they swing back and forth at each other, almost like Obi Wan and Qui Gon vs Darth Maul except the roles were reversed; two villains to one hero. Ami is surprisingly good with the mop as she's able to fend off both Alison and Lexi simultaneously before Lexi resorts to grabbing some cans from the end of the aisle and chucking them at Ami. Ami ducks and bats several of the cans down as Alison dips around the corner and out of view. Ami bravely weathers the storm and reaches the end of the aisle as Lexi backs up, trying to use the broom to keep her further away. However it appeared to be a set up all along as Alison was barreling forward at full speed with a shopping cart heading straight for Ami! Ami appeared to be trapped but she flattened her body against the wall as Alison hit Lexi instead on accident! Lexi flips into the cart off the impact and down the aisle as the cart's momentum kept carrying itself forward.

North: Ami almost got ran over by a shopping cart but instead Lexi takes what might be her last ride!

DIC: No, Lexi! That wasn't supposed to go like that! That damn snake Ami slithered out of the way!

Alison puts her hands on her head in shock as she accidentally hit her best friend! Ami swings downward with full force on Alison's head, snapping the mop in two!

North: They're going to kill each other... they're going to fucking kill each other!

The next clip then begins to roll. . Alison barely pulls herself up with the shelves, sending cereal and food all over the floor with har hands sliding them off the shelves to try to hinder the challenger. Ami pulls herself up and navigates the minefield as they both end up near the magazine rack near the big window to the entrance. Alison throws a desperate right at the challenger, who weaves out of the way and hits a counterpunch from the left. Ami Reeves throws a high Muay Thai kick to Alison's head, connecting dead center and stunning her in place as she maneuvers behind her and by gripping her around the waist and lifts backward....... backward........



….and German Suplexes Alison Crowne through the window to the outside!

North: OH MY GOD! NO! NO! SHE COULD HAVE SHARDS OF GLASS EMBEDDED IN HER SPINE, SHE COULD'VE CUT A MAJOR BLOOD VESSEL!

Alison screams in pain as shards of glass stick into her arms and back, her back arching and leg twitching involuntarily before she lays limp on the ground.

DIC sits in silence in sheer shock and disbelief.

North: SHE'S DEAD, SHE'S DEAD, DIC! SHE'S DONE FOR!

Ami lays on the ground inside the store, her energy reserves absolutely spent. She manages a smile as she slowly sits up and sees the champion who appears to be out cold from her last desperate offensive. Ami pulls herself up and begins to walk towards the shattered window when she feels herself turned around from behind.... Lexi with the stunner! Lexi hits the stunner on Ami! Ami falls to the ground out cold herself as Lexi rolls Ami out of the store and throws Alison's arm on top of her. Before the referee can protest Lexi grabs a shard of glass and holds it up to the referee. The referee nervously drops down to count the pin, his face and eyes full of anxiety and fear. 1.......................2............................................................3!

Baxter: Here is your winner and.... STILL.... Ladies of New England Champion... 'The Highlight of the Night' Alison Crowne!

North: I hope we never see another match like that again. Regardless of how you feel about any of the women involved they put their bodies at risk, too much of a risk if you ask me.

The TV audience can hear Baxter and the subsequent booing over the broadcast as Lexi drops the shard, the referee swiftly getting the hell out of dodge.

By the time the footage finishes rolling Alison and Lexi had made their way to the ring, Alison holding a microphone in her hand.

Alison: You know... I'll come clean and admit it; Ami Reeves brought her A game last month.

“WE WANT AMI!” CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP “WE WANT AMI!” CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP “WE WANT AMI!” CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP “WE WANT AMI!” CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

Alison pauses and actually acknowledges the crowd as she holds the microphone out to the crowd.

“WE WANT AMI!” CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP “WE WANT AMI!” CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP “WE WANT AMI!” CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP “WE WANT AMI!” CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

Alison: I mean it; she was one driven and possessed individual. I could see the hunger in her eyes, that instinct, that killer's instinct inside of her. She was hungry for that opportunity and when she got offered a golden ticket if you will she did her damndest to make the best of it. I mean you look at the two of us and you'll see a lot of similarities on the surface. We both have a martial arts background, neither one of us were expected to ever reach a stage quite as big as this, she loves Legend of Zelda while I'm more of a Pokemon kind of person. I mean hell, we've worked some of the same promotions together and we were very, very briefly in a stable several years ago. The place was forgettable and they weren't interested in Alison Crowne but a different persona that they could... well we all know about how bad ideas are pitched like a stroke of genius, right? I mean Vince Russo still thinks a “Viagra On a Pole” match is a stroke of genius, bro. But don't worry, both of those ideas are dead and buried.

This gets a laugh out of the crowd as Alison manages to crack a smile, seemingly reminiscing of their shared history.

Alison: In a way Ami and I will always be tied together because we share some of the same roots.

Alison flashes three fingers up with her free hand.

Alison: And her effort was admirable....but...

Her tone suddenly changes from sincere to arrogant, charged with that cocky confidence she's carried with her since her change in attitude; when she turned against her best friend, Terri Thompson.

Alison: I. Was. Better. I /AM/ better than you Ami, always have been, always will be! You never could get the job done when it mattered the most! You didn't have that same drive and despite knowing that you have that killer deep down inside of you, despite letting her come out to play last month you were always playing catch-up to /me/! I was always a step ahead of you, I always had a contingency plan in mind and despite maaaaybe getting the better of my physically make no mistake about it; I outsmarted you! I outsmarted you, I outsmarted Jack E. Bux and I flipped his little ambush into another conquest! While it definitely helps to be the best athlete, the most gifted martial artist living on God's Green Earth today, a living human highlight reel, The Highlight of the Night!

Alison flashes a cocky smirk as she flexes and kisses her bicep as the boos come pouring down on her.

Alison: When you got the brains to match your brawn like I do, there's no limit to what I can accomplish! I mean I really /am/ the total package! I got the body, I got the brains and I could twist any one of you people in the crowd into pretzels in front of the concession stand, leaving you begging for more because this right here? This is the closest you're ever going to get to perfection! There's not a single woman in LONE that can hold a candle to my track record. In February of 2017 we started airing our events live; we moved on from the DVD release model and expanded out footprint on the wrestling scene and planting our flag here in Portland as our 'homebase' if you will. Who do you think has the best overall record? Out of everyone here right now or that has even ever stepped through here for more than a cup of coffee? Do you think it's Terri? Ms Gucci? 'Pretty Fe-lonious' Qent? Sister Catherine? No, no, no, and no! Out of twenty-three events, today being the twenty-third I've wrestled on sixteen of them, that's 69.5% of LONE shows under the new era that I've been featured on. And do you know what my record is when you /don't/ factor in The Rumble, which lets be honest, is a contest to see who can burn their bridges with their friends the fastest? 12-3, twelve and three! A crisp and clean 80% chance that you're going to see my hand raised in victory. And of those three matches do you know how many times my shoulders were pinned to the mat? One.

Alison holds up a single finger.

Alison: And that was after all the king's horses and all the king's men stacked the deck to make sure Alison didn't get up again. See, what you see before you isn't just some “gimmick”, I'm not some Jack E. Bux manufactured creation that he can control and market like a little puppet dancing as he pulls the strings. I don't dance when he tells me do, I don't parrot whatever bullshit lines he thinks I should say to appease the sponsors, I'm not going to tone down what I say for /anybody/! I keep on seeing those little fine notices stack up inside my locker all the while he tries to dictate when and where I work despite /still/ not being offered a guaranteed deal, using the 'independent contractor' bullshit excuse to deny providing me medical care despite treating me like I'm some little gladiator for your and his enjoyment. Do you know how many stitches I had to get in my arm last month?

Alison hands the LONE Championship to Lexi as she takes off her jacket showing a nasty gash on the back of her arm.

Alison: Fifteen stitches and a couple rounds of blood to replace what I lost when I went through that grocery store window. I could've died, I could've severed a major artery and bled to death just so some rich asshole could get off to his power fantasies in his office. And it's all because it pisses him off that he can't control me or dangle the illusion of free will while he pulls the strings like he did with Terri Thompson. Speaking of that puppet, you say you can't quit hurting me, Terri? Well I can't quit watching the footage of me breaking Wendy's neck and watching your heart shatter into little pieces over and over again as her body goes limp and lifeless from the neck down! Every single night I watch it in bed before I fall asleep with the satisfaction that I won't wake up a quadriplegic the next morning. I go to sleep and wake up with the satisfaction that I took your happiness away from you; I wake up with the satisfaction knowing that I won't have to wipe my finance's ass on my honeymoon because she shit herself in bed for the third time as she waits for a death many decades away stuck as a helpless vegetable. So keep smashing things in your little junkyard backyard with your new best friend, smoking your pipe around your little hobofire in a trash can because I promise you that you will never find happiness again, sweetheart.

The crowd boos very loudly as a few people start throwing their trash at her in the ring, A drink manages to land into the ring hitting her leg, Alison kicks the half-filled container out of the ring, happening to return to sender the soda as it hits him in the face, spilling all over him.

Alison: You want a piece too, asshole? Come on, let him in! Let him in!

Alison motions for the guy to hop over the barricade as security begin to escort him away.

Alison: Yeah, leave. Go back to your double wide trailer before I add you to the necks snapped list.

Alison shakes her head as Lexi passes the belt back to her, almost disappointed that she couldn't get a few licks in on the unruly patron herself. Just Alison was about to speak again she was cut off by “Fame” by David Bowie as a very pissed off Jack E. Bux walked out from the back with a microphone.

Bux: Enough, enough... ENOUGH!

The crowd stars cheering as the boss himself has finally intervened and cut the arrogant champion off.

Bux: I should strip you of that championship right now. The two of you crossed the line last month, again! If that's even possible! You attacked several members of security, destroyed a set of golf clubs, you stole their cart, you vandalized the haunted house, you tore up a grocery store and ended up getting a window smashed... and you got Frank arrested! Thankfully when I showed the police the footage that he had nothing to do with it the charges were dropped but you do realize there are several lawsuits pending in the courts, right? The two of you selfishly put yourselves as well as this company at risk; nobody told you to fight and destroy an entire show and Lexi, you were explicitly forbidden from interfering in that match! Which brings me to my next point...

As Bux speaks five uniformed Portland Police Officers step out from the back, flanking Bux on each side. Alison and Lexi look rather unimpressed with Bux's speech, making faces and wiggling their fingers under their chins to feign shock and fear as they crack some laughs and jokes with one another.

Bux: Lexi Pryce; you threatened one of my referees with great bodily harm. Dare I say you made a death threat in order to make him count the pinfall. You made him act under duress. Mr. Johnny Springfield is his name and all he was trying to do was his job. I've given him extended time off for the sake of his mental health with pay; he was afraid to come back to work because of the two of you and personally I consider every single person under my payroll as family. From the seamstresses to the sound crew, the ring crew that puts up and takes apart the ring, the medical staff, referees, and even the wrestlers, yes, I consider all of you family. I consider you family because we're trying to entertain people, we're trying to help each other all reach our hopes and dreams and change the world of professional wrestling together. I've given the two of you more than enough rope to work with and Lexi, you in particular have just enough hang yourself with it now. Therefore Lexi Pryce... you are under arrest!

Suddenly the joking stops as the police march down the aisle and into the ring, insisting Lexi Pryce put her hands behind her back. Lexi, apparently familiar with the procedure puts her hands behind her head and spreads her legs as her Miranda rights are read to her. Alison yells at one of the officers asking why they're not arresting Bux but the Sergeant orders her to back before he arrests her too!

Bux: The only reason why I'm not having you arrested Alison is because I can't prove that you ordered or encouraged Lexi to threaten Mr. Springfield should things “go south”. And don't think it's for lack of trying either, I noticed your charges for vandalism were mysteriously dropped, I can only assume you had some outside help just like you did when you made your escape in that limo. But I can't prove anything but that doesn't mean you're off the hook. Because here in just a few minutes you /will/ be defending that LONE Championship. If you're going to take up this much time on /my/ show I'm going to put you to work!

The police escort Lexi away in handcuffs through the crowd as Alison's eyes nearly pop out of her head as she fast walks and limps as she stares out towards Bux.

Alison: So you want to talk litigation and prosecution now, huh? Where was the prosecution when Wendy got involved? When she attacked Robertson you did everything you could to try to shield her and when she hit Stevenson with that low blow at Power Trip you did absolutely /nothing/ about it! We can argue whether or not either man deserved it till we're blue in the face but the facts are the facts; you treated her with kid gloves, slapping her on the wrist or doing nothing at all but you're holding /me/, you're holding Lexi to a different set of standards than your favorites? That's bullshit and you know it. I gave up a lot of Vegas money fighting in MMA for /this/? I guess it is true; when you care about something all it does is find a way to hurt you in the end.

Bux: The buck stops here, Alison. I hold you to a higher standard because you know better! You're a walking lethal weapon and you have the knowledge to seriously injure or kill someone with your martial arts repertoire. I hold you to a higher standard because... You. Are. Better. Than. This! You don't need to take all of these shortcuts, you don't need to deceive and cheat to get the job done! And I'm sorry, I'm not going to let anybody be held hostage with a shard of glass, employee or not. And despite it all, despite that you may /secretly/ want me to just so you can fly to Vegas and be free of your commitments to take a big money MMA deal I'm not going to strip you of the title. I refuse to give you the easy way out. You think you deserve better? Then you're going to work until you're finally free and you drop that belt and I /know/ your pride isn't going to allow you to lay down without a fight. So Lexi already faced the consequences for her actions and now it's your turn; here in just a few minutes you will be putting that LONE Championship on the line against Fay Qent!

Alison: You can't do this! I'm not -

Alison's microphone is immediately cut off.

Bux: You are and you will! I believe she has earned an opportunity and you're going to earn your keep here and now! Have a good day!

Bux drops he microphone as he walks to the back, Alison is fuming and furious inside the ring as she waits for her opponent.

"The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne w/"The Powderkeg" Lexi Pryce vs. "Pretty" Fay Qent w/"Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson

Suddenly the arena blares with the sound of “Pretty Vacant” by The Sex Pistols as "Pretty" Fay Qent parts through the curtains and receives cheers from the capacity crowd with Terri Thompson following closely behind. Fay slaps hands with the occasional fan as she walks down the ramp where she charges into the ring.

Baxter: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Ladies of New England Championship! Introducing first, she is one half of Pretty Trashy, from Portland, Maine.... 'Pretty' Fay Qent!

The crowd goes nuts cheering Qent on as she locks eyes with Alison Crowne on the other side of the ring. Alison sneers in her direction, sour over the predicament she's been thrust in having to defend in an impromptu title defense.

Baxter: And her opponent, from Gainesville, Florida, she is the reigning and defending Ladies of New England Champion and has insisted on being announced as both The Highlight of the Night and the woman who broke Wendy's neck....

Loud boos rain down from the crowd as Terri appears to be doing everything she can to avoid going inside the ring and making a bee line for her former friend.

Baxter: Alison Crowne!

Alison Crowne stares forward with the belt resting on her shoulder, ignoring the referee's orders to initially hand the belt over. The referee finally manages to convince her to hand it over as he holds it up for the crowd and everyone watching at home to see before handing it off to the timekeeper.

DING DING

North: This is the fourth time these two have faced off, Alison Crowne has an edge in the series 2-1 but in each of those wins she's had an assist in the form of Olga. But tonight in this match she has no backup to speak of. Olga has been MIA and Lexi Pryce just got arrested moments ago.

DIC: This is a travesty! I mean she went through hell, got 15 stitches and she's being forced to compete after that? And poor Lexi, if the ref just did his job to begin with she wouldn't have to use 'advanced measures' to do so!

Alison immediately exits the ring and snatches the belt from the timekeeper. The referee urges her to return to the ring. Terri immediately goes to block Alison's path as she tries to head for the ramp, instead Alison immediately pivots and hops over the barricade into the crowd trying to shove fans out of her way. The crowd boos as the referee begins his count.

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The bell rings as the crowd begins chanting “BULLSHIT” over and over as Alison flashes a smirk and tapping the side of her head.

Alison: Not today! Thanks for playing!

Baxter: Here is your winner as a result of count out, Fay Qent! However since the championship cannot change hands as a result of a count out STILL... Ladies of New England Champion... Alison Crowne!

North: What a sack of crap! What kind of champion decides she doesn't feel like working today and just walks out to retain the belt?

DIC: Hey, you watch what you say about our Queen now! This is brilliant! To paraphrase the The Art of War by Sun Tzu, one mark of a great warrior is that she fights on her own terms or fights not at all

North: 100% pure cowardice, that's what it is!

Bux: Nah, ah! This isn't how this match is going to go down!

Bux is back, having walked past gorilla back to the curtain at the entrance with a microphone in hand.

Bux: I should've known you'd try to take the easy way out, using that champion's advantage without Lexi Pryce to bail you out. You're used to having things your way, on your terms or you don't fight at all, is that right? Hey Dexter, you know I can hear everything you say behind that curtain in production, right? But you see Alison, you're going to face the consequences of your actions one way or another and while I can't do anything about it if you emerge victorious with that championship still in your clutches I'm going to make sure you earn that right. I'm going to give Qent the best chance possible to compete for a prize I think she's earned the right to challenge for. So referee, we're going to restart this match with No Count Outs on my signal!

DIC: NO! Dammit Bux! And you can deal with it, I got an iron clad contract, you can't do anything! I'll say what I want!

North: The boss ain't going to let Alison Crowne slither away tonight! Now we can get a real championship defense like these fans deserve!

Bux: Furthermore Alison, just so you don't try to escape again by vehicle, I have also informed the security team to bar you from exiting the building until this match reaches its conclusion!

Alison's eyes widen in protest as she shakes her head yelling “NO! You can't do this!”

Bux: Ring the bell!

DING DING

North: And this might as well be the true start of the match. Clean slate, no count outs, the champion has one less avenue for escape.

DIC: Can you say rigged? He's stacking the deck against her! No champion has had to put up with this kind of crap before. We're supposed to forget that Fay Qent is a felon? Is Bux scared that he'll end up as her prison bitch if he says no? Talk about no backbone! The least he could do is eject Smelly Terri from this state!

Qent sprints out of the ring and hops over the barricade as Alison tries to back up only to realize that the door behind her is locked! She pounds on it a few times as the crowd, unlike or Alison, easily parts for Qent as they want to see her get her hands on the champion. Alison realizing there was no way out grasps the championship in her hands an swings trying to catch Qent in the head to draw an immediate disqualification. Qent ducks and sucker punches Alison right in the stomach, immediately causing her to drop the belt and her eyes to nearly pop out of her head, clutching her stomach and falling to a knee. The referee hurries quickly behind Qent and quickly scoops up the title ordering them to take it back to the ring. Qent grabs Alison by the hair and begins to drag her back over back towards the barricade. Alison reaches out and quickly snags a soda, taking a sip from the straw before trying to splash it in Qent's face but she loses her grip on the cup and it spills safely to the ground. Just as Qent is about to toss Alison over the barricade she manages to elbow her once in the stomach before spraying what appears to be coca cola in her face, temporarily blinding her! With the challenger temporarily blinded Alison slams Qent's head right on the top of the barricade rail. Qent's body leans forward on the barricade as Alison slowly hops over the barricade before hitting her with a running knee, driving her knee brace right into her head.

North: That'll ring your bell into next week! That vicious knee strike to the head with the brace, definitely against the spirit of the rules there but so long as it remains on her leg it's for all intents and purposes legal.

DIC: She got cocky, Qent thought she already had this one in the bag only to wake up to a cold reality.

Qent's body falls over onto the other side of the barricade away from the fans as the referee is quick to instruct Terri to back off and not get too close to either woman. Terri backs off, throwing her hands up just as Alison tries to goad her to come in, tapping her chin as an invitation for Terri to hit her. Terri clinches her fist and begins to walk over but the referee again instructs her to back off. Alison grabs a fistful of Qent's hair and whips her right into the set of stairs, sending the first layer tipping over on its side. Alison clutches her back immediately after this with a hand and appears to limp a little, stepping backwards and placing a hand on the railing to avoid falling over. Qent stirs on the ground, blinking her eyes a little having just apparently regained her eyesight.

North: Qent just got sent into the steps, Alison dug in deep for that but she may have dug in a little too deep. That'll perhaps give Qent a few extra seconds to recover.

DIC: Maybe, maybe not. Either way you can tell my Queen Alison has no intentions of handing over the belt to someone like Qent. The last thing we need is another one of those Portland rejects getting their grubby paws on that belt. They'll never shut up then, just like the New England Patriots. I bet you they wouldn't have several of those if Robert Kraft wasn't slipping Tom Brady some extra money off the books to evade the salary cap.

Alison limps back over to Qent and slides her back into the ring, throwing in a few clubbing punches in for good measure as she lay near the apron before she walked back over to Terri, immediately shoving her. This causes Terri's eyes to light up as Alison wastes no time getting up in her face.

Alison: Come on, Terri, do something!

Alison shoves her harder.

Alison: What's the matter, what's stopping you? I thought you couldn't wait to get your hands on me?

Alison shoves her even harder, nearly sending Terri falling backward. Terri's eyes tell the story, her fist clenched at her side as it was taking everything she had to restrain herself. She wanted so badly to throw that punch, to deliver a bit of justice to her former best friend, to make her pay for what she did to Wendy. Terri's restraint, while firm was being tested. Then her face broke into one of shock and rage as Alison slapped her right across the face.

Alison: I knew it, I knew you didn't have it in you! You don't have it in you, just like you weren't fast or smart enough to stop me from breaking Wendy's neck!

Terri immediately put her hands on Alison as a grin broke out on the champion's face as Terri was pulling back her right fist to clock her right in the nose.

Alison: DO IT! DO SOMETHING! DO IT FOR WENDY YOU COWARD! SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HER!

North: Alison is trying to goad Terri into hitting her. That would draw an immediate disqualification and ensure Alison retains the championship. You can tell that it's taking every ounce of resolve that she has to not fall right into her trap.

DIC: She should, I mean Alison is telling her to! If she really cares about someone she called her best friend she'd help her out for once!

The referee shouts at Terri to not do it with his hand raised, a flick of the wrist the only thing standing between this match being ended on a DQ. Terri however grits her teeth and finally lets go, her seething anger still palpable in the air of the arena. Qent now back on her feet takes advantage of he situation and hits a baseball slide kick just under the bottom rope, catching Alison in the head, causing it to bounce off the barricade and onto the floor.

North: Alison might have a concussion after that slide! The force from which she took that kick and seeing her head bounce off the railing. You'll forget your name over something like that.

Qent slides out of the ring engaging in a slightly heated but brief conversation with Terri over a near disqualification before scooping Alison up and rolling her back into the ring and sliding in herself. Terri takes a deep breath and looks on from the outside as Qent goes for the cover. 1.....2..... Alison breaks the count by draping her foot on the bottom rope. Qent doesn't waste any time arguing with the referee as she begins to just batter Alison's face with punch after punch as the champion struggles to defend herself, doing just barely enough that the referee won't stop it on medical grounds. Qent begins to try to yank Alison up after that, perhaps looking to put her away for good but manages to get sandbagged as Alison was just barely more cooperative than dead weight at this point, her knees and legs seemingly unable to support themselves. Alison out of desperation grabs at the front of Qent's shorts and pulls back like a ripcord sending her face first into the second turnbuckle as the referee quickly admonishes her.

North: That's skirting the line between legal and illegal there but to Alison's credit it appears to have paid off for the moment.

DIC: Nothing illegal about it, it's a part of her attire. Alison didn't use anything outside of play if you will. You can call it instinct if you want but a champion always finds a way.

Alison slowly slinks to her feet, heavily relying on the ropes for support as she seems to be favoring her back as she holds on to stomp at a downed Qent repeatedly with the referee repeatedly calling for a clean break as Alison thrusts her foot down on her throat. As Alison ignores the referee's pleas he has no choice to start his five count and Alison seemingly has no intentions to stop before the magic number for disqualification.

1!

2!

3!

4!

Just when it looked like the referee was about to shout “FIVE” and call for the bell Qent grabbed a hold of Alison's foot with both hands and began to pry her foot off of her, much to her and the referee's shock. Alison begins shaking her head furiously as she's forced to hop on one foot before being lifted up and slammed down in a leg capture suplex, somehow Qent managed to hold her in a bridge as the referee counted. 1.......2...... Alison barely gets the shoulder up but she was far from being safe here as Qent refused to let go and lifted her back up again and slams her down with a bridging fisherman's suplex! The referee counts again 1.........2.............THRE- Alison barely shot the shoulder up again but Qent /still/ held on and lifted her up again! This time Qent was looking for the Hat Trick with a northern lights suplex but Alison managed to slip out of her grasp mid lift, somehow landing on her feet and catching her in a backslide pin as the referee counts. 1..........

Alison manages to put both her feet on the middle ropes without the referee's knowledge for added leverage as Qent struggles but is unable to kick out...

2......................

Terri sees this and quickly throws Alison's feet off the middle ropes, also unbeknownst to the referee, giving Qent just enough to....

THRE-KICKOUT!

Alison buries her face in her hands as Qent managed to kick out, barely able to sit up as she does. Alison slams her fist on the mat twice in pure frustration before using mostly her arm strength to pull herself up by the ropes. Qent stirs on the mat, perhaps still trying to process that pin counter but she suddenly finds herself immediately yanked up by the champion who has her trapped in a double underhook clinch. The strain is very visible in Alison's face as she lifts Qent up and just barely manages to get her off the ground just enough to hit the Tiger Driver '98, however she's unable to immediately take advantage of the situation to go for the cover.

North: Tiger Driver '98! Normally that's enough when she pulls it out in rare occasions like this but she can't seem to take advantage and go for the cover. She might be hurt.

DIC: Might be hurt? It's clear that she's been hurt this entire match. She's hurt but Alison Crowne at 65% is still better than the field, she's really just that damn good.

North: Unfortunately that's hard to argue against. All the same this is the same Alison Crowne that couldn't beat Qent at 100% without help. Call it collusion or a coincidence but that's a fact right there. Not saying she can't but so far the numbers have proven otherwise.

Terri shouts some encouragement to her tag team partner while Alison still hasn't managed to pull herself up yet to go for the cover, still laying on her back with her hands covering her face as she appeared to be in a lot of pain as the referee checks on both women. Using his arm strength Alison manages to crawl to a corner, as she begins to slowly pull herself up as she begins to undo her knee brace, unstrapping it and finally sliding it off her knee, gripping the brace tightly in her hands as she begins to measure up Qent, looking for the kill and the disqualification all at once.

North: Alison Crowne is trying to intentionally get herself disqualified here in an act of desperation. She's taking that brace off, which quite frankly I'm not even sure has been necessary for months now.

DIC: They call it Champion's Advantage for a reason, you can't lose the title as a result of a disqualification. If she has to take a few shortcuts to make it to the goalposts Bux keeps moving then it's fair game as far as I'm concerned.

Terri sees this and slides into the ring and tries to yank the brace away from Alison! The referee, appearing flustered appears to give the brace, now an illegal object since it's detached from her knee his immediate focus and tries to join in, trying to help Terri wrestle the brace away. Their combined efforts manage to do the trick as Alison stumbles backwards, turning around straight into a Tomahawk Chop clothesline from Qent! Qent immediately goes for the cover, the crowd counts 1....2......3! But the referee doesn't count, as now he's too busy arguing with Terri, who's pleading her case that all she was trying to do was to stop the brace from being used as a weapon!

North: How is Alison still in this?! That Tomahawk Chop should've put her away like it has many before her but yet in an ironic twist and a bit of pure dumb luck Terri's intervention is the thing keeping her former best friend in this match!

DIC: Broken clock is right twice a day; she finally did something right! Congrats, it's only taken you your entire life to finally get something right! Now go 2-for-2 and take a shower!

Qent sits up as she sees this, not really reacting to it as Terri exits the ring and the referee discards the brace to the outside, more focused on slamming this window of opportunity shut on the defending champion. Qent goes to scoop Alison up, positioning her over her shoulder, looking to hit her own Tombstone Piledriver, the traditional kneeling variant she calls The Scalper but Alison somehow manages to wiggle free and slips out behind her, raking her eyes as she does so, temporarily blinding her again. Alison then goes to lift and carry Qent over her shoulder looking her own Tombstone Piledriver, the sit-out variant she's made famous as The Crowning Moment. Something appears to quit in Alison's body though as she falls to her knees before she can transition from the over-the-shoulder carry as full blown panic breaks out in her facial expression and especially in her eyes.

North: Alison lost her grip! She was looking for the Crowning Moment, something that would have finished this match for sure but her body quit on her!

DIC: NO! NO! NO! Come on Alison... GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!

Qent easily makes it back to her feet and despite being blinded is easily able to capture Alison back in her grasp in this situation, this time nailing her with The Scalper and falling ontop of her immediately after for the pin. 1.......2..........3!

The arena goes nuts as the cheers are downright deafening.

North: We have a new champion!

DIC: FUCK! MOTHERFUCKER!

Baxter: Here is your winner and NEWWWWW Ladies of New England Champion.... 'Pretty' Fay Qent!

Qent having regained her eyesight begins to feel reality set in as the referee hands her the championship belt which she quickly clutches tight to her chest on her knees as Terri slides in to celebrate with her.

DIC: This is a damn travesty of justice! Alison Crowne should not have been booked tonight, you don't put your meal ticket in harm's way like that! Jack E. Bux screwed Alison Crowne tonight, and that damn felon should have her parole revoked for stealing the title like this! I'm done Kevin, I. AM. DONE! This is horseshit! HORSE. SHIT! This would've never happened at my Uncle Isaac's promotion in Golden Gate!

DIC throws his headset to the ground in protest and storms off. Back on her feet now Qent has both her arms raised in the air with the championship in her grasp with Terri Thompson standing right next to her raising her arm high for the hometown crowd. They quickly exit the ring and begin to celebrate inside the crowd as the now former champion Alison Crowne lays in the ring injured, defeated and unconscious. Several referees come out from the back in the middle of the celebration to roll her out and help her to the back; at least for tonight there will be no retribution coming from her.

North: Thankfully DIC is only one man's opinion. For the rest of us this is a feel good moment, one that we've really needed. Qent has found the ultimate redemption here tonight, becoming a champion for the first time right here in her hometown. Whether it's a dream she's had her whole life or a recent one take it all in and remember this moment; you've earned it. You won the championship and you did it the right way, no shortcuts. This is your moment; take it in. For my partner DIC, assuming he hasn't just sent in his resignation, we wish you a wonderful rest of the night, drive home safe and we will see you next month. Goodnight everybody!