2019.07.26: PWN - LONE - LONE 25

Intro

We start the show immediately with the arena darkening, and the titantron lighting up to a screen with cursive writing in blood red that reads

For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, as in all churches of the saints. - 1 Corinthians 14:33 KJV

The crowd starts to cheer as they know what this means. Sister Catherine and Stitches are soon shown in the frame, standing in front of a blood red background, with Catherine in her nun habit and Stitches petting the doll in Catherine's likeness.

Sister Catherine: Slaves to Sin... Daughters of Debauchery... The Gucci Gals flaunt their bodies on a beach, to mock us as they enjoy God's sunlight.

Stitches: ... Materialistic...

Sister Catherine: They also flaunt the LONE Tag Team Championships, but least they forget, they almost lost them last month. However, God did not will it so then...

Stitches: God is conflicted...

Sister Catherine: No. God is never conflicted. He's never confused. 1 Corinthians 14:33. For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, as in all churches of the saints. It is not as if God was conflicted on if we should win the titles or not, no. God has a plan. God always has a plan. I believe last month happened because God wants us to rise above it. He wants us to continue to climb his stairway to heaven.

Stitches: He wants us to be able to look down on the Gucci Gals as they play around in their pools of pleasure, willfully ignorant of the destination to the path that they walk...

Sister Catherine: They say they have God given talent. That is true, as all things are given to us from the Lord. However, they use their talent for all of the wrong reasons.

Stitches: They could be trying to educate in the ways of the Lord...

Sister Catherine: Instead, they keep their mind on designer clothes, worshiping the creators of brand names as if THEY are Gods.

Stitches stops petting the doll, shaking her head in disappointment.

Stitches: Sacrilegious.

Sister Catherine: They will soon learn a lesson, and it will be a harsh one.

Stitches: For we are relentless.

Sister Catherine: We are undeterred.

Both: We are the Damned.

Stitches: And we will make you lay down for the Lord.

Sister Catherine: We will make you tap out to GOD!

Stitches laughs menacingly while Sister Catherine sprays a red substance from her mouth into the camera's lens.

Fade.

Kevin North: Hello everyone and welcome to Supremacy: LONE 25 - Three Year Anniversary! This is our 3rd year anniversary as a company! I'm Kevin North alongside my broadcast colleague DIC! We've got a tremendous night of action planned for you all. Jennifer Stewart makes her debut.

DIC: She's quite the looker.

North: ... and we have the Gucci Gals defending their tag team titles against The Damned.

DIC: My Queens will prove that last month wasn't some mistake!

North: And also, Alison Crowne will be defending her title against not one but TWO opponents in Ami Reeves and "Pretty" Fay Qent!

DIC: Another Queen with another notch in her belt coming up against that video game nerd and that felon!

North: And with that, we're going to start with our first match!

Jennifer Stewart vs. Hip O. Potamus

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from The Animal Kingdom, she is HIP O. POTTAMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS!

Hip O. Potamus raises her hands as she stands in a corner of the ring. The crowd cheers.

Baxter: And her opponent..

The arena goes dark. A spotlight shines on the stage. It appears a piano was wheeled out, with Jennifer herself standing by it and there's the man from Jennifer Stewart's teaser videos seated in front of the piano. He begins to play a lovely tune as Jennifer Stewart steps forward in her glittering blue dress with microphone in hand. As she sings, she makes her way to the ring while the spotlight follows her.

Jennifer Stewart: Iiiiiii'm on the hunt!
I'm on the hunt for a hippo
Oh will I tame this wild, wild beeeeeast?
I'm on the hunt! I'm on the hunt!
I'm on the hunt for a hippo
She is a threat, to say the very leeeeeeast!

Am I afraid? Oh no I'm not!
For you will see my skills are very keeeen
I am the Mistress. Oh I'm the Mistress. The Mistress of the Microphone
And I will put on a performance the likes you've never seeeeeeeeen!

For those of you unaware, My name is Jennifer Stewart
And this wild beast I shall taaaaame!
I've come to make my mark! Make my mark! Make my mark on New England
And the wrestling world will never be the saaaaaaaame!

During her performance, she stops at the ring steps and casually steps up them before scaling the tunrnbuckles, placing her left foot on the top one while her other foot rests on the middle. When her performance is over, she hops into the ring and drops the mic.

Baxter: From San Antonio, Texas, she is the Mistress of the Microphone, JENNIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEER STEWAAAAAAAAAAART!

Jennifer Stewart takes a bow.

DING DING

North: Jennifer Stewart is making her in ring debut here tonight, she has certainly talked the talk and now it's time to walk the walk.

DIC: Hip O. Potamus is going to think she's a fun sized snack and try to eat her. I mean look at her eyes, she looks hungry!

North: Would you stop?

DIC: Come on, look at those eyes!

Hip O. charges towards Stewart with a clothesline but Stewart manages to duck with ease as the delivery was rather slow and sluggish. Stewart immediately kicks Hip O. behind the knee and causes her to stumble forward before Stewart planted her to the mat with a DDT. Stewart tries to go for a quick pin but Hip O. throws her off at the count of one. Stewart manages to land on her feet after nearly losing her balance and hits a shining wizard as her opponent tried to get back on her feet. Hip O. falls back to the mat as Stewart follows up with a double foot stomp to the chest.

North: Jennifer Stewart is firing on all cylinders here early on but she'll need to keep her foot on the gas.

DIC: She's got the speed and agility but I'm not entirely convinced. I mean... she ain't bad on the eyes or anything but she still looks like a little snack out there.

Hip O. groans on the mat and manages to shove Stewart away as she tries to pick her up and charges at her again, only to eat nothing but turnbuckle as Stewart again moved out of harm's way. Stewart runs and hits a dropkick to Hip O. as she was still parked in the corner, stunning her foe before she hopped through the ropes and onto the apron. Grabbing Hip O.'s head she runs her all the way to the next corner and slams her head on the turnbuckle, doing it again and again as the crowd counts.

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North: Say what you want about her size in comparison but she's definitely packing a powerful punch! I don't think Hip O. knows where she's at after getting her bell rung like that!

DIC: She's having her way with her and hey, if she wins this match she just may win my number to have her way with me. Vitamin D-I-C on tap!

North: Pull yourself together! Can you be professional for an entire match?

Hip O. is dazed as she stumbles back as Stewart reenters the ring. Stewart grabs a hold of Hip O.... trying to lift her up.... lifting lifting.... she finally gets her off the ground and falls backward for a piledriver!

North: The Mic Drop! This one's over!

DIC: How did she lift someone like her up? Someone needs a random drugtest immediately after this match!

North: For heaven's sake, we're not the NFL!

Jennifer Stewart goes for the cover as the crowd counts along. 1.....2.....3!

Baxter: Here is your winner.... Jennifer Stewart!

Jennifer Stewart is handed a microphone from a stage hand. She goes to the center of the ring and begins to sing.

Jennifer Stewart: I have tamed the wild beast.
Oh yes I have come out on toooop!
This is the ballad to your last dance
Worthy of a microphone drooooooooop!

She drops the microphone, soon exiting the ring.

Backstage Segment: Jack E. Bux

The camera cuts to backstage in front of the office of Jack E. Bux. The door appears to be cracked open as the cameraman peaks through it, revealing Jack E. Bux, Steven O'Reilly and Frank Washington huddled around his desk going over contracts.

O'Reilly: I mean, we've been going over contracts all day and our legal department for the past month; Alison's contract was the only one with that clause. Not even The Glorious One had that in her deal.

Bux looks up from his desk, appearing to be going through papers himself.

Bux: Well I didn't authorize this, so who did?

Washington: That's the problem; we don't know. The records we did have relating to that were purged almost a year ago. Our legal department has verified that it's a valid contractual clause though and the deal appears to be legal as well. I mean... I'm not an attorney or anything but whoever approved this either didn't want anyone to find out or to greatly inconvenience whoever eventually discovered him or her.

O'Reilly: I talked to Shirley in accounting and I think she may know something but she's refusing to speak. I tried asking Joe and Jamie and they seem to be playing dumb too.

Bux lets out a heavy sigh as he slams down a stack of papers.

Bux: I have my suspicions but I can't prove anything; yet. I thought something was fishy this entire time but I couldn't put my finger on it. I've been trying hard for a while to negotiate a new deal with Alison; I mean you guys know that. She's always been reliable and always gave it her all and her change of attitude didn't change that at all, just her methods. But I noticed one day she just stopped; like the negotiations just hit a sudden dead end. What I don't understand is that she'd still try to call out how we do business with these deals and at first I thought it was just a hardball negotiation tactic but...

Bux's voice trailed off as the gears in his mind were churning for a moment.

Bux: I suppose it makes sense that she wouldn't want to lose this 'poison pill' provision someone either negotiated for her or flat out gave her. She had to of known there was no way I'd agree to that, it's way too one sided.

Washington: I mean it only triggered upon breach of contract by the employer though. That's not too unreasonable on the surface. She caught you a little trigger happy and took advantage.

O'Reilly: Don't you think it's odd that the doctor's message was only sent out as you were about to head to the ring though? That sounds deliberate. I mean technically yeah, the effect is the same to trigger the poison pill but there's no way you could've known while standing out there. Something's rotten here.

Bux: That's true... something doesn't add up.

Washington: So what are we going to do? We still have her tonight before we have to try to negotiate a return; which she'll have to eventually to retain the belt. She's too prideful to just give it up. She's not solely interested in the money otherwise she'd be demanding the cash value. But to have the belt held hostage... that's not good for the company. This is coming from a guy who's done that before. It's almost as if she's taking pages out of my old playbook when I was a former villain.

Bux glances at Frank for a moment.

O'Reilly: Fuck that! If Alison isn't going to do business let's do business for her!

Bux: Hey, hold on a second! We can't stoop to her level, if we do she wins! I already got that attorney of hers breathing down my neck, LONE can't afford to suffer a drawn out legal campaign! Even if we win you can expect a guy like that to feed negative PR down the pipeline. We could lose a lot of our sponsors in the immediate to mid term. We can't compromise our morals and way of doing business just because she lost her way!

O'Reilly: Jack, you know I have nothing but respect for you. I'm honored that you reached out to me after things in Missouri closed down but we can't keep playing the appeasement game with her, tyrants like her are just going to keep on taking all these inches to wiggle and turn them into miles! You've been nothing but a good boss to her but she's rotten to the core now. I've seen punks like her in Japan and they don't ever learn unless you bring the stick down and smack them back down to reality. I've never wanted to lay a finger on a woman in my life but dammit Jack, I want to slap the arrogance out of her! It's not even a matter of gender at this point, but to see someone with that kind of lethal knowledge in her brain and abusing it for nefarious means. She's lost her way and we've already seen Wendy get seriously hurt; how many more people have to fall victim to her before we finally do what needs to be done? I would rather face the judge eye to eye and do right by this company than doing what's convenient!

Bux: So you want to give someone like her more ammunition? If we screw her out of the title here, if she doesn't lose this clean in the center of that ring, if we don't let the wrestlers do their jobs then we lose the people. Once the shock of the tyrant falling wears off, when the emotions settle down she will have the truth on her side. We would be making an unforced error, Steve!

Washington: Guys, guys, we need to get on the same page here. Look, I understand something needs to be done but if we're divided and not on the same page then she really does win. We need to show a united front and come up with a solution that all three of us agree on. I can understand where you're coming from Steve, I get it, but Bux brings up some very solid counterpoints. There's no perfect solution, we're going to have to deal with some kind of nasty drawback either way, that's just the way things are. The only way out we have is if Ami or Qent win this match the right way and that's completely out of our control. Let's cross that bridge if and when we get to it. We need to have faith in those two right now.

O'Reilly sighs and shakes his head.

O'Reilly: You guys... you just don't get it. I would at least think you'd understand Frank having been in the ring yourself; you're a guy that's actually been there before and seen things through the eyes of the rogue title holder out for personal gain. No offense Jack but you've never been there so I don't expect you to understand. I would love for us to be on the same page but we're not even in the same library right now. Try things your way, see if they work out for you. You might get lucky but you're looking to lose the whole damn pot. You're playing a fool's game!

Bux: Steve... give it some thought. We all ultimately want the same thing, we're all on the same team! We're all looking out for LONE! Please, Steve. Talk with us and let cooler heads prevail.

O'Reilly gets ready to speak but looks back, finally noticing that the office door was open. He walks briskly to the door and slams it shut, cutting out the outside world's only lens.

Backstage Segment: Linda Edwards w/Generations

Backstage, Linda Edwards is standing by with Generations moments before their match.

Linda: Anne Grayson, Ainslee Avalon, one year ago the two of you were fighting each other in one of the bloodiest rivalries that LONE has ever seen or possible will ever see. Here we are one year later, you’re not just a successful tag team but you’re the number one contenders for the LONE Tag Team championships that will also be decided later tonight. From what we have found out for your match tonight is that Jack E. Bux has scheduled you a mystery team to face. How do you feel about tonight?

Ainslee stands there, arms crossed looking intimidating as usual, and Anne is bouncing up and down ready to head to the ring.

Ainslee: I’m going to keep it super short and simple. A year ago we did try to kill each other. Bux pushed us together because he had a vision. We didn’t believe it at first but we’ve put down some locals, we’ve put down No Fly Zone, we’ve put down Spice & Ice - both independently and at the same time. We earned our contendership so we’re watching the match tonight to see who we’re taking the belts from. There’s not a team that can stand up to the dynamic Anne and I bring. So I don’t care who Bux has planned for us. It’s the three year anniversary and it’s our night.

Anne: And Linda - we’re so confident that we’re going to put our contendership on the line!

They walk away and the cameras cut out to the ring for introductions.

Generations vs. Hart & Soul (Bethany Hart & Tori Lee)

Baxter: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Baxter: And it is for the Number One contendership to the LONE Tag Team championships!

“Cross Off” hits and being a familiar tune now the crowd loves it. The screens bring up the names Ainslee Avalon and Anne Grayson. The crowd pops loud and both women in matching red and white attire with their “Generations” t-shirt being sported, step out from behind the curtain and make their way down the ramp, tossing their shirts to the crowd. With a fist bump they make their way to the ring. Ainslee up the steps, Anne sliding in. She pops up to one knee with her arms out and Ainslee behind her with her arms crossed and they look to the entrance for their opponent.

North: And here we go ladies and gentlemen! Generations are in the ring and it’s time to find out who the mystery opponents are!

DIC: I’ll let you in on a little secret - I know who they are. See, I called in a family favor and I know first hand that the team they’re facing is going to dethrone them! That’s what they get for ditching the DIC.

North: So… you’re taking credit for whomever this next team might be?

DIC: All DIC baby. They’re friends with the DIC, they love being around the DIC, they tell all of their friends it’s the best DIC and it’s like an orgy in my personal space and all the ladies are invited!
Then the lights go down to dark, and “Enth E End” by Linkin Park starts to play and the crowd instantly cheers with the spotlights going to the entrance and a curtain is there with the name “Hart & Soul” on it, around a design of a Heart with a distinctive energy around it. It drops and has Tori Lee who stands at about 5’10” with blonde hair and Bethany Hart who has a darker complexion with straight, shoulder length dark brown hair and stands at about 5’3”. The ladies are back to back, hoods up in their upper torso jackets with capes down to their thighs and an open back in the shape of a heart. They drop the hoods and face Generations and the lights come up and there they stand.

Baxter: And now making their way to the ring, the surprise opponent of the evening, from Boston, Massachusetts, they are Tori Lee and Bethany Hart - the team of Hart and Soooooullll!

North: This is huge! Hart & Soul retired from full time active competition about ten years ago after traveling around the country and capturing a number of singles and tag team championships between them, specializing in tag team wrestling. Jack E Bux is pulling out all the stops tonights for our 3 year anniversary! They come up the steps on separate sides of the apron. Tori Lee pushes down the bottom rope for Bethany to get in, and Bethany sits on the middle rope to let Tori in. Facing down Generations, Tori stands with her legs apart and Bethany on her stomach crawls between. They look at Generations, Tori puts her arms up, forming her hands to a Heart and Bethany with a smile and her fingers interlocked under her chin. They then stand up and their jackets put to ringside and in their corners. Tori Lee, the taller of the two, starts the match and it looks like Ainslee will start for Generations.

North: Generations know exactly who Hart & Soul are as they’ve also been an inspiration to their growth as a tag team.

DIC: THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU STOP TALKING TO THE DIC!

• DING DING*
  

They start to feel each other out as it is the first time they’re meeting. The crowd is on fire, clapping and stomping. Ainslee and Tori start to lock hands but Tori pulls it into a headlock on Ainslee and wrenches it in. Ainslee tries to use her power early on the counter out but Tori keeps it locked on. A second time Ainslee tries to lift it up but Tori locks it in tighter and Ainslee goes back into the ropes and Anne makes a quick tag. Ainslee shoves Tori off the headlock and drops down giving Anne the headroom to sprintboard to and off of the top rope and dropkicks an off guard Tori Lee. Anne doesn’t stay in the ring though and tags to Ainslee who starts to pick Tori off the ground.

North: The excitement for this match is through the roof tonight, DIC! The quick tags from Generations are there taking an early advantage but Tori Lee showing that experience on her side as well! Generations appear to know they’re going to need these quick tags to be certainly successful tonight!

DIC: What we’re looking at here is a classic game of cat and mouse! Tori is putting her foot down and showing early dominance but letting Generations THINK they’ve got a shot with their little semantics. This match is obviously in favor of Hart & Soul from the get go. New contenders tonight!

North: Things are just starting so it could be anyone’s game and right now the game is in favor of Generations. They appear to have a good idea what they’re up against. It’s OK to be upset that Ainslee doesn’t like like you, DIC.

DIC: Nonsense, The D-I-C dumped her!

Tori turns it into a jawbreaker staggering Ainslee back. She hits the ropes but comes back off of them with a little pep in her step seemingly unphased. Ainslee points to her jaw talking trash to Tori Lee who throws an elbow, a tough elbow actually catching Ainslee off guard which doesn’t happen often. Tori whips her from the ropes and Ainslee coming back gets a back body drop. A quick cover but only two before Ainslee kicks out. Tori grabs Ainslee by the hair to bring her back to her feet. Tori Lee puts Ainslee into the corner and leaves her chest exposed and a nice big open handed chop to the chest with a smack the crowd could hear all the way in the back. Tori stands at her side, winds her arm back and another loud side chop. Tori places Ainslee back into position and aims for a third chop and it connects. Tori walks away with her arms out, Ainslee holds onto her chest. Tori then gets into the corner directly across looking at Ainslee. Tori slaps her leg and runs across at Ainslee and connects a big Yakuza kick and into a northern lights suplex! But only two!

North: The favor has turned back to Tori Lee, just keeping Ainslee in that corner cut off away from Anne Grayson, a real veteran move keeping that corner of the ring occupied with chops echoing in every corner!

DIC: Somehow I feel like Ainslee is enjoying this a little too much. Tori Lee needs to do more! Bring the pain baby! Give her a little bit of the one two chop! I told you North! I brought them here! Not Bux, me! These two have been getting away with their highway robbery and cheating ways for too long and needed to face somebody that really take it to them! Really show them the Hart & Soul of a real tag team!

North: I still have my doubts that YOU are the reason they are here, but rather Hart & Soul saw this as an opportunity to show they’ve still got it, to compete with the best talent and in front of the best crowd. You won’t find the LONE energy anywhere else but right here at the Old Harvest Fairgrounds! Ainslee is showing that resilience as well from the chops to the trademark Soul Kick to the northern lights and she’s still in it!

DIC: Clear slow count, obviously. I mean come on! Corruption! Just like Bux taking credit for my team!

North: I wouldn’t even say it’s a slow count because it looked pretty fair to me! Ainslee nor Anne want to give up their contendership that they willingly put on the line!

Tori, confident lets Ainslee up and tells her to make the tag so she does. Anne jumps over the top rope, flipping over it and landing on her feet in the ring and coming face to face with Tori Lee. Anne has to look up at the towering woman of Tori Lee who shoves Anne back and keeps talking that veteran smack, telling Anne she’s too short to do anything to Tori. But that’s when Anne uses her speed in her favor with a spinning side kick to Tori’s gut, followed by a running knee lift. Tori is stunned so Anne even though not super close to the ropes does run to her left and starts to run up the corner but before she can even do anything, Bethany Hart who has yet to get into the match ran over since it was on her side of the ring and shoved Anne off the top, sending her crashing into the outside guard rail below. Ainslee is furious which sparked some more energy into her and is quick into the ring. Tori turns around and Ainslee lays into her with a fury of forearms backing Tori to the corner. Bethany tries to get herself involved but is met with a back elbow knocking her down to her back instantly. Ainslee grabs Tori by the side of her head and despite Tori having a few inches on her, Ainslee shows that power she’s known for and tosses Tori out of the corner, flipping her through the air back to near her corner with a heavy impact before the ref interjects himself, telling Ainslee to leave the ring.

North: Anne trying for one of those high risk combos but no avail as she gets sent spilling to the outside with control being retained by Hart & Soul, but Tori just screwed around a little too much giving Ainslee that moment to utilize that power she’s known for breaking out.

DIC: At least the ref is finally doing his job and getting that illegal person out of the ring! Keeping that control! Just ban that cheater while you’re at it!

North: Every show you’re out here calling Generations a bunch of cheaters but what have they done to actually “Cheat?”

DIC: Seriously!? Slow counts, bribing the referee, in the ring when you’re not tagged in, not using the tag rope! The list does on and on and on! Why won’t Ainslee call back?! I do what any good guy does, right? I text her and when she doesn’t respond I text her about 10 more times. And then I call her… and leave a couple… *cough*dozen*cough* messages. Can you believe her voicemail was full?! Give in to the DIC ladies, you know you want it and the DIC wants it too!

North: There is… clearly a problem there. But Ainslee is back on the apron while Anne recovers.

Anne has started to get herself together and slowly slides into the ring. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring, Bethany Hart, holding her head but reaches in asking for the tag and Tori Lee makes it. Bethany, the smaller and faster of the two is in and attempts a lariat attempt on Anne but she rolls through. Bethany turns around and Anne rolls backwards and with her feet grabs Bethany’s head and then rolls forward again flipping Bethany forward but she rolls through! Anne is to her feet fast and she runs past Bethany, jumps to the middle rope, to the top rope and then backwards and turns in midair connecting a crossbody to Bethany and a pin attempt but only two! Anne is up and taunts to the crowd, arms out and spins around once real quick and the crowd cheers. When Bethany is up, Anne is leaning back into the ropes and gives two finger guns in her direction but a nod to Ainslee’s direction. Ainslee tags herself in as was the signal, Anne fires the guns and runs to Bethany who’s back is turned and Ainslee comes into the ring. Anne leapfrogs over the standing Bethany with great agility and turns around looking for her spinning gut kick but Bethany saw it coming and in that split second she connected a superkick that didn’t quite catch all of it but enough that knocked Anne outside the ring! But it was short lived because turning around to celebrate and >BAM< a huge clothesline turning Bethany inside out, flipping around.

North: It’s hard to keep up with the back and forth action here but that was a beautiful crossbody showing off the risking ability that Anne Grayson is able to pull off so well but it wasn't enough to keep Bethany Hart down who’s the legal person from Hart & Soul. And that Super Hart Kick that Bethany likes to call it just didn’t quite connect it all but it was enough to make an impact! Shot for shot here DIC and it doesn’t look like it’s stopping anytime soon with that *massive* lariat to Hart!

DIC: She let it happen. Simple. She - let - it - happen. All part of the test.

Anne didn’t spill too hard and got herself back to the ring. Tori came in and struck Ainslee form behind and elbowed Anne. Tori climbed to the middle rope and tapped her elbow calling for her Dusty Rhodes inspired elbow. Tori is caught by Ainslee however and is spun around for a belly to back waist lock. Anne shakes some cobwebs loose and jumps up with her back turned but spins in the air, tilting her body sideways with a pele kick, a loud >SMACK< is followed from the impact. This kick is followed immediately with a german suplex from Ainslee. The impact was enough that Tori just… popped up but not for long as she was met with a high speed hesitation kick with big impact to the body, otherwise known as the Sick Kick from Anne! Tori is down and rolls out of the ring.

Crowd: 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: HOLY CHEESE BALLS AND MACARONI! That teamwork was something else and we could expect nothing less on the anniversary of LONE!

DIC: Cheaters mcgee! Tori Lee isn’t even the legal person! DISQUALIFY THEM REF! DO YOUR JOB! HELP MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND! DO SOMETHING!

North: You do have a point that Tori was not legal and Bethany Hart is which could still turn the tides!

The focus was put on Tori Lee and Anne turns around to a SUPERKICK! Then Ainslee turns around to a SUPERKICK! They’re stunned so she delivers ANOTHER! They’ve both fallen into the ropes and Bethany Hart lariats both of them out of the ring. They both land on their feet but definitely not all there. Bethany Hart backs up and with a running start she dives through the ropes and everybody crashes into the guard rail. But to her surprise, Ainslee managed to hang on and FLIPPED Bethany over outside the ring, into the edge of the apron and Bethany falls hard to the ground and so does Ainslee exhausted and the ring out count has begun. The official has lost all control and it’s almost at the point that whomever gets in the ring will be legal. The crowd is applauding the effort from everybody


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Everybody is back in the ring!

North: All hell has broken loose! The referee is letting the fighting go on because like the rest of us, wants to see a true winner and a match we all deserve to see for our third anniversary! A suicide dive from Hart but Ainslee held on and that toss into the edge of the ring looks like it really did some damage but it took everything Ainslee had. This match is showing every bit that Hart & Soul can still go and that it doesn’t matter what you throw at Generations, they’ll take it head on!

DIC: I could tell you some other stuff they could take head on.

North: Really not the time.

DIC: Get your head out of the gutter! They could take a Soul Kick or a Super Hart Kick head on!

North: But what it’s come down to is that they’re all up right before ten! They’re all face to face and the intense staredown has come!

Generations and Hart & Soul are standing off, face to face with no intimidation coming from either side. The legends and the number one contenders. The aura coming from the stare off is intense and the crowd can feel it and it’s broken when Hart & Soul slap Generations and they didn’t take that very lightly. Generations start to fire back with rapidfire punched - Ainslee to Tori and Anne to Bethany. Ainslee and Anne in unison atomic drop Hart & Soul, hook their heads and DDT them but they STILL hold on! Rolling over so that Hart & Soul are on their backs but their heads still hooked, Generations deadlift them to the air and connect with collective Killer Instinct brainbusters! Ainslee gives the cut throat to signal the end. All hell has broke loose and the official has just let it go. Ainslee rolls Tori out of the ring aggressively, using her feet to push Tori off the apron and to the floor. Ainslee tells Anne to go up top. Ainslee lifts Bethany up to a fireman’s carry and moves her around into the electric chair and faces Anne. Anne jumps off and turns around in the air and uses her momentum to take Bethany off of Ainslee’s shoulders with a reverse rana driver that they call “My Generation”! The crowd is on their feet and Anne Grayson covers.

One… Two… Three!

• DING DING DING*
  

Baxter: Your winners, and still the number one contender’s for the LONE Tag Team Championships, Anne Grayson, Ainslee Avalon, GEEENNNERRRATTIIIOOONS!

North: It started off a little rough but Generations pulled through in the clutch and they knocked off the special challengers, Hart & Soul, tonight! And adding the additional challenge of losing their contendership, I hope both parties for the tag titles are watching tonight because Generations sent the message loud and clear!

DIC: Slow count! No tag ropes! Kick out! Shoulders weren’t down! Generations got counted out! A fan jumped the rail! RAAAAH!

North: Well Generations kept their contendership and I greatly look forward to what this brings to the champions after tonight!

Backstage Segment: "Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson

As the cameras cut backstage after Generations vs Hart & Soul, the cameras catch Terri Thompson at catering backstage looking to catch a bite to eat. The crowd pops at the sight of her on screen. As she was busy making her plate the camera panned as Alison Crowne, already in her ring gear for her title defense later tonight walked down the hallway with the championship draped over her shoulder, flanked by her attorney, Gordon Barrows to her right. Terri catches them approaching out of the corner of her eye and sets her plate down on the table. Alison immediately grinned as wide as she could as she saw the anger and disgust written on her former best friend's face.

Alison: How the mighty have fallen. You've gone from a two time champion to being stuck in catering. I mean, I suppose it's only fitting though. Karma's a bitch. All your life you've spent your time leaching off the good will of others whether it was bumming cigarettes in the trailer park, getting hired as the homegrown Portland kid as a charity case for Jack E. Bux, attaching yourself to me and trying to turn me into your ally because you /know/ I'd be a threat to you otherwise... or when you decided I was no longer worth your time you latched onto that felon; someone you /knew/ was an enemy of mine. I wouldn't be surprised if you were friends with her this entire time; it was convenient how you never had my back with her.

Terri: This again? Alison, you knew my hands were tied up with Stevenson! You know what? I don't have to explain anything to you! Get outta my face!

Alison stared at her stonefaced, raising her eyebrows and rolling her eyes Gordon Barrows however couldn't resist the opportunity to interject himself into the conversation.

Barrows: Another excuse, my oh my! Honestly your behavior has always been suspect at best Ms. Thompson... or is that Misses? Oh who am I kidding, how are you going to wheel Wendy's hospital bed down the aisle by yourself? I don't even think Inmate 1751420 could find her way to hospice to help you -

Terri was quick to cut him off as she got in his face and came close to jabbing her index finger into his face.

Terri: She isn't dead or dying! Wendy's only.... she's only in the shape she's in because Alison callously broke the neck of someone she considered a friend, that did nothing to her, that invited her into our home and fed her and treated her with nothing but kindness and respect! I can't believe you Alison, first you let Stevenson plant his seeds inside his head and now you got this weasel in your ear! And she has a name you know, she's not a number, her name is Fay Qent and she's not stuck behind a set of bars anymore, use it! Or better ye--

This time Barrows cut her off with a smug grin, holding his hands up defensively.

Barrows: If you get any closer and land a finger on me I'm going to have you arrested for assault. I don't care what rules Jack E. Bux lets you break and flagrantly ignore around here but you will be held accountable by the law when I'm around, do I make myself clear?

Barrows adjusts his collar as Terri takes a step back; Alison throws her arm on his shoulder and leans forward with a grin almost as if she was trying to taunt her.

Barrows: As for Wendy... that would've never happened had she followed the rules. Wrestling is a very dangerous business and one where the workers are not always properly compensated for putting their bodies on the line. She already had a record of crossing the boundary when she assaulted Mr. Robertson in an unprovoked act of malice. Wendy was backstage in an area she was not authorized to be in as a fan and my client felt that she was an immediate threat to her safety and well-being, not to mention her career aspirations.

Barrows stepped forward and flashed a smug grin in Terri's face.

Barrows: That's not my fault nor is it my client's...

Barrow's face turned to one of a faux concern as he looked down at her almost out of pity.

Barrows: I mean... I guess you could try taking it to court. You could file charges seeing as you may or may not already be her legally married spouse. You could take a gamble and hope there may be evidence that my client maliciously attacked your precious Wendy with the expressed intent of robbing her of any future quality of life or you could even try to argue that it was attempted murder if you /really/ want to get ballsy and think you have the proof to back that up. But... there's no guarantee you'd win and I do have a near spotless record myself...

Barrows gave a nonchalant shrug.

Barrows: But Wendy already declined to press charges and if you took my client to court, even if you did somehow manage to defy all odds and somehow successfully plead your case... you'd never be able to get your hands on my client, inside the ring or otherwise. You wouldn't be able to attempt to carry out all the malicious desires that rest within your heart towards my client under the legal protection this company provides under the guise of sanctioned matches. To put it bluntly you would lose the war and your chance to ever carry out your own distorted sense of personal justice, am I right?

Alison shrugs behind him in an exaggerated manner knowing that she had her caught in a catch-22 situation. Terri clenched her fist as her knuckles began to turn white as she listened to this attorney talk down at her and Wendy all while Alison stood just out of reach and close enough to Gordon Barrows that she could duck behind him and bait her into assaulting an attorney.

Alison: To think I used to love you like a sister. You really are pathetic, you know that? Where was all the ra-ra talk about making me feel pain when you were trying to look tough in front of your felon friend? Where's that now? Oh speaking of, where is she? Where's Qent? Where's Wendy? Where's anyone that you've ever loved or considered a friend?

Alison adjusted the belt on her shoulder as her eyes drifted to the center plate.

Alison: You say this isn't about the championship anymore but let's be real... everything changed when I woke up to the person you truly are and took this from you. You've been in a nosedive personally and professionally ever since I vanquished the demon that fooled me into believing she was really my friend and cared about me. Wendy's a vegetable, you're a locker room pariah, I can even tell you've gone back to smoking as I can smell that tobacco smoke on your clothes a mile away and the stress of losing everything has become too much. You've even taken a backseat to your “new” friend and she's getting the opportunities you used to because the first Portland experiment failed when I ended it! I mean have you even heard from your Dad since then... I mean... I know how close you two were and yet...

Alison chuckles as she sees the seething anger sprouting out of Terri's eyes as she mentions her father.

Alison: I'll take that as a no. You're not getting that champion's bonus that I know you were relying on to make ends meet since you can't lean on Wendy anymore. You still think this isn't because of the title, that it's not about this?

Alison took the belt off her shoulder and held it out extended towards Terri, keeping her body strategically positioned near and slightly behind Barrows the entire time.

Alison: This. Is. Power! This has the power to make dreams come true or take them all away. I almost feel sorry for you, I /almost/ feel sorry about what happened to Wendy. If only you would've had my back like I had yours... if only you didn't use me to enhance your own career it would've never had come to this.

Alison slings the belt over her shoulder once more as she stepped out from behind Barrows and face to face with Terri.

Alison: You're powerless; you have no control over this situation you're in. You talk a big game but you'll do absolutely nothing; not even when I gave you a free shot when I was booked in that illegal championship match. So have fun at catering, I got money to make and highlights to create.

Alison Crowne and Gordon Barrows turn their backs to Terri and begin to walk away as Terri sprinted and attacked Alison from behind, having enough of being berated and talked down to! Barrows almost gets caught in the crossfire but managed to step away out of pure instinct. Terri mounted Alison and begin punching her repeatedly in the face as she tried her best to cover up and defend herself. Alison tries to shove her off but Terri jumps back on her more aggressively and swinging harder. Terri grabs Alison by the hair and drags her to the wall and begins to slam her head into it repeatedly before whipping her over to the catering tables, sending her across and over it, knocking down some plates and food! Terri steps over the debris and tries to pick Alison up but she smashes a bowl over her head causing the glass to shatter! Terri falls to the floor as Alison presses her foot on her throat and begins to try choking the life out of her, taking her foot off briefly just to slam it back down with aggression causing Terri to yelp as air rushes out of her lungs. Alison takes her foot off her throat after what feels like an eternity and shoves the bottom of her boot in her face repeatedly before kneeling down to pick her up by her hair and grabbing her jaw with her other hand.

Alison: You will never be champion again, do you hear me?! You will never take my spot after I've worked so hard for it! A decade, damn near a decade I've fought and trained for this! I've fought for damn near a decade and I won't let you take this away from me! I refuse to go back into your shadow!

Alison goes to yank Terri up but out of desperation Terri jabs her thumb into her eye as any illusions to fair play between each other was wiped away long ago. Alison yells as she grabs at her face as Terri grabs a nearby chair that ended up being a casualty of catering, folding it and holding it high above her head, almost as she was about to deliver an execution blow by smashing it directly and unprotected on top of Alison's head but Barrows grabs the chair from behind and stops her from swinging, saving his client as the last possible moment! Terri and Barrows wrestle for the chair at opposite ends before Barrows falls back and hits the ground as the chair flies out of Terri's hands and lands behind her. Seeing red, Terri begins to approach Barrows who begins begging for forgiveness on his knees, pleading for mercy as he sheepishly tries to scoot backward. Terri grabs him by the collar and picks him up and slams him against the wall! Before she can do anything Alison, who managed to pick up the chair and got her bearings straight swung and slammed it right into Terri's back! Barrows immediately regains his composure and begins to bark orders.

Barrows: Do it again, hit that gutter skank again!

Alison is more than happy to oblige as she swings the chair repeatedly into Terri's back until she falls to her knees, then she swings again as she's on all fours, and swings one more time to send her completely to the floor before discarding the bent and mangled chair. Barrows makes a snapping motion with both of his hands to Alison as a sick and twisted grin, tapping her temple before pointing to him, almost as if to indicate to him that 'great minds think alike.' Alison yanks Terri up by hair and forces her up to her feet as she's barely able to stand yet still conscious. Alison pulls her into what could almost be considered a hug before kissing her on the cheek before lifting her up, up.... up over her shoulder and down for the Crowning Moment..... driving her head straight into the concrete! LONE personnel show up just a hair late to stop this as Alison slowly gets up after soaking in the deed she just committed as Barrows hands the LONE Championship to her. Alison and Barrows slowly slink away from the scene as Alison's eyes were fixated on Terri the entire time, backing up until they were out of sight.

LONE personnel start to circle Terri, kneeling down to check on her. One such person is O'Reilly. He screams.

O'Reilly: Someone get some help over here, damnit!

The Damned vs Gucci Gals

Baxter: The following match is for the Ladies of New England Tag Team Championship and there must be a winner! Therefore, direct from the office of Jack E. Bux this match will now be a ladder match! The first team that retrieves the championships after climbing latter will be the LONE Tag Team Champions! Introducing first...

With silence from the crowd, the lights in the arena suddenly turn to a very dark red color as “I’m damned” by Vampira with Satan’s Cheerleaders plays over the public address sound system. Walking out onto the stage with the Holy Bible in hand, Sister Catherine stands on the stage with this sadistic grin curled along her lips. The camera takes a moment to focus on a fan holding up a sign in crimson font that reads Proverbs 10:31. Walking down the aisle very slowly, Sister Catherine keeps the Bible clutched to her chest. Stitches walks behind her with her head hung low.

Baxter: They are the challengers, the team of Sister Catherine and Stitches... The Damned!

Upon reaching the steel steps, Sister Catherine places the bible in the corner and quickly ascends up the steps and into the ring. Stitches languidly follows.

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

Baxter: And their opponents, they are the reigning and defending LONE Tag Team Champions, the team of Miss Gucci and Prada Paula... The Gucci Gals!

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. The two raise their tag titles once they get inside the ring, to a chorus of boos!

Stitches and Sister Catherine stare across the ring; Sister Catherine has a completely blank and emotionless gaze about her, as if she's burning a hole through them. Stitches wears a twisted grin as she plays with her hair.

The Gucci Gals give them smug grins while Prada Paula makes a motion with her fingers as if she's walking up a ladder as Gucci raises the belt above Prada's hand to show they're going to easily climb up and snatch the titles. Slowly they hand the belts over to the ref. The referee holds the belts up high for the camera and crowd to see before handing them off to the timekeeper at ringside.

DING DING

North: The first of two championship matches is a rematch from last month as these two teams fought to a draw when a simultaneous submission and pinfall occurred.

DIC: I don't even know why Bux booked this match in all honesty, The Damned failed to capture the belts, they should go to the back of the line! To make this a ladder match last minute on top of that just tells me LONE management is up to their usual tricks again trying to punish those that don't tow the line!

With the belts attached and raised up high the match officially begins as The Gucci Gals jaw off at The Damned, pointing up to the belts. Sister Catherine goes to bare her fangs but Stitches doesn't wait as she barrels ahead for both of the Gucci Gals, swinging wildly at both of them and connecting! Paula and Miss Gucci are both taken by surprise but quickly manage to get their bearings straight and double teaming Stitches with a series of strikes. Sister Catherine is quick to aid Stitches as the duo begin to fight back against the champions, whipping Miss Gucci and Paula into the ropes, Sister Catherine hitting a low dropkick to Paula's knees, sending her to the ground while Stitches catches Miss Gucci and pivots her feet, powerslamming her on top of Paula!

North: Unorthodox teamwork by The Damned but so far it's effective.

DIC: It's all in vain. The Gucci Gals don't need some imaginary guy in the sky to know they're the gold standard in the tag division!

Miss Gucci is the first back to her feet while Stitches immediately runs over to wrap her hands around Paula's neck to choke her while Sister Catherine stared and bared her fangs at her. Miss Gucci backs up, holding her hands up only for Sister Catherine to clothesline her over the top rope and out of the ring. Sister Catherine quickly follows her to the outside. Meanwhile Paula is gasping for air inside the ring and out of desperation jabs her thumb into the eye of Stitches. Stitches screams and grabs her face, letting go as Paula shoves her off her. Paula coughs several time as she struggles to get her breath back into her lungs before driving her forearms and elbows into the head of Stitches repeatedly. Paula scrunches up her face in frustration as Stitches begins laughing as she's being hit and begins to drive the elbows down with more aggression as the laughs get louder and louder.

Stitches: More.... more.... MORE!

North: Stitches can't get enough, I'm convinced she likes it now!

DIC: Why hasn't anyone thought to put a 5150 hold on her? I mean there's crazy chicks, which the D-I-C digs and then there's.... this. Even these hicks in the stands know when enough is enough!

Paula stops, blinking in disbelief before she swiftly rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair from under the ring, sliding out a ladder first and to the side as she makes a hasty search. She then immediately returns to the ring, chair in hand as Stitches laughs at her again. Paula swings the chair down with authority as Stitches tries to get up, driving it into her back and sending her back down. Paula swings down again and again and again as the laughs become more labored. Paula tosses it aside and grabs Stitches by the hair, looking to toss her outside the ring. Stitches however lands on the apron, catching the rope to stop her spill to the outside. Stitches slides back in and grabs the discarded chair as Paula gloats in the ring, throwing it right at her head as she turns around!

North: Stitches just threw that chair right into Prada Paula's skull! I know it's all legal here but... that's a good way to get a concussion!

DIC: Don't you get it? Stitches thinks this is all some sick and twisted game. I mean... all she cares about is pain; period. I would ask how exactly how she's still under contract but Bux is the kind of guy that will yell at you to stop it and then look the other way to count his stack of Benjamins as long as the cash keeps flowing.

Meanwhile Sister Catherine is trying to drag Miss Gucci over to the turnbuckle post to slam her head into it but Miss Gucci stops this by blocking with her foot,hitting the post with it to ensure her head can't be brought close enough to it. Miss Gucci swings her elbow back wildly, catching Sister Catherine in the jaw to break free from her grip. Miss Gucci aggressively whips Sister Catherine into the turnbuckle post, her head bouncing off it before Miss Gucci follows up with a big boot to sandwich her head beaten it and the hard steel. Miss Gucci takes this time to sift under the ring looking for something, taking her time as she first reveals what appears to be a necklace made out of garlic. She scrunches up her nose but upon glancing at Sister Catherine decides to put it around her neck before going back to her ringside search. She keeps on looking until she pulls out what appears to be a shoddily crafted wooden stake!

North: Is that.... no.... it can't be; a wooden stake?

DIC: And some of Gilroy's premium garlic!

North: I think that's crossing the line just a bit, don't you think?

DIC: It's all legal, Kev! First you have to know your enemy!

Sister Catherine's eyes widen in horror as she looks up, she hisses and bares her fangs aggressively as she backs up, Miss Gucci wearing a wicked grin as she slaps the stake into her open palm several times to taunt her as she moves closer and closer. Backed up against the barricade now Sister Catherine has no room left to give as Miss Gucci rushes in with the stake and tries to ram it right into her! Sister Catherine manages to just barely get out of the way as the stake goes through the bars in the barricade. Sister Catherine aggressively goes to slam Miss Gucci's head onto the railing and manages to catch her good as her head bounces off but she manages to hang onto the stake and blindly swings back and hits Sister Catherine in the head with the blunt end of the stake!

North: She's lucky she only got hit with the blunt end, Miss Gucci could've just given Sister Catherine an impromptu lobotomy!

DIC: She needs one if you ask me! Then she could stop spouting all that nonsense and just look hot, get rid of that shoddy Nun's habit and get a tan in a bikini!

North: You have zero empathy. If they're so safe why don't you get one?

DIC: I got a fantastic tanning game, thank you! You could use a little color yourself, you look like you sit in a basement all day hanging out with Casper and some lobster-headed fellow!

Sister Catherine falls to a knee as Miss Gucci tries to shake out the cobwebs, falling to the floor as she loses her footing. Sister Catherine sees an opening to turn the momentum in her favor but she hesitates at the sight of the stake, giving Miss Gucci just enough time to regain her composure and take another swing, catching Sister Catherine with the blunt end. Miss Gucci smirks and sits Sister Catherine up and with the sharp end of the stake begins to jab and dig it into her forehead! Sister Catherine screams in what sounds like genuine fear and horror and pain as she slowly drags it across before Miss Gucci finishes off with one swift clash, sending Sister Catherine doubling over, her head buried in the floor. Miss Gucci then steps over her and using the stake as an aid wraps it around her neck and places her in the camel clutch! Sister Catherine begins to bleed profusely from her face as she gasps for air and begins to fade fast as the stake causes her to shut down both mentally and physically, the extra girth of the stake allowing Miss Gucci to torque and apply much more pressure than usual. Finally, when it appears Sister Catherine has lost consciousness she releases the hold and throws the stake down right next to her.

North: Stake or not, that camel clutch will put some of the best right to sleep, with Sister Catherine out of the equation for now The Gucci Gals have to be liking their odds.

DIC: One down, one to go!

The action cuts back to Prada Paula and Stitches in the ring as Stitches can be seen clutching a chair to her chest as a ladder can be seen on the mat not too far away from her. Paula looks a bit worse for wear with her hair disheveled as she grabs a hold of the ladder as she returns to her feet and tries to use it as a battering ram against Stitches. Stitches bats it away with the chair as they try to swing at one another with their weapons, parrying the other for several exchanges. Paula aims high to ram the ladder right into the skull of Stitches but she manages to duck, popping up just in time to throw the chair right at Paula's face again, smacking her dead center and stunning her in place. Stitches charges forward and grabs a hold of the ladder and uses it as an aid to spear Paula to the ground, sandwiching her between the ladder with Stitches ont op and the mat. With the ladder positioned on top of Paula, Stitches grabs the chair and unfolds it, running off the ropes, hopping over Paula, hopping onto and off the chair and then onto the top rope, swiftly jumping back towards Paula with a moonsault, connecting onto the ladder with Paula underneath! Stitches laughs gleefully in pain as she clutches her ribs from the impact as Paula struggles to get the ladder off of her and roll towards the apron. Miss Gucci slides into the ring now with a ladder of her own while Stitches begins to unfold the first ladder and position it under the belts. Stitches begins to climb, slowly reaching for the gold as Miss Gucci rams the second ladder into her side, trying to knock her off. Stitches manages to hold on but in considerable pain only manages to do so barely. Stitches tries to climb further after a moment and kicks at Miss Gucci as she tries to knock her off again, managing to just barely parry the ladder away with her foot as she was almost within reach of the belt. Miss Gucci, seeing the danger of losing the belts come into center focus grabs a hold of her ladder with both hands and runs right into the first, tipping it over! Stitches however managed to reach the belts and dangled off the ground with her arms wrapped around them!

North: Stitches almost has it, she's hanging precariously off the ground but if she can just undo the straps she'll be falling back to Earth as a champion!

DIC: She'd break her damn neck to make Cathy proud! What a masochist, come on Miss Gucci!

Miss Gucci tries to swat at her with her ladder, to knock her down, catching her lower body several times. Stitches grip appears to loosen but she manages to cling on. Stitches tries to readjust, throwing her safety to the wind as she begins to dangle with one arm while trying to unbuckle the belts with the other! Miss Gucci swings just as Stitches gets her hand around the snaps of the strap holding them together... Stitches begins to pull back... but Miss Gucci knocks her out of the air, sending her falling like a comet straight to the mat empty handed!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

DIC: DOWN GOES STITCHES! There falls The Damned's hopes, like a shooting star out and away to never neverland! This will be a twisted fairytale that ends in defeat for them!

Miss Gucci rushes over to Prada Paula who seems to be clutching her arm and her ribs on the apron before Paula motions at her to “grab the belts so we can get out of here”. Miss Gucci grabs the ladder, now on its side and repositions it under the belts, taking her time to make sure it was perfectly aligned before slowly climbing rung by rung. Miss Gucci makes the grueling trek upward seeing the gold coming closer and closer within reach. Meanwhile, astonishingly Stitches slowly begins to make it back to her feet, almost as if she were a reanimated corpse, slowly stumbles over towards the ladder and begins to climb up the opposite end.

North: How.... how on Earth is she up?! It's almost as if means beyond our world has lifted her up and animated her body!

DIC: Where's a priest when you need one?!

Miss Gucci reaches up as her fingertips begin to brush across the title plates, just one more rung and she should be able to unfasten the belts. Miss Gucci goes up that final rung and begins to try to unfasten the belts just as Stitches shoots across a punch from the other end of the ladder, stunning her! Stitches laughs as despite being able to climb still barely able to move, her movements slow, sluggish and almost unnatural. Miss Gucci manages to hang on and clutch the top of the ladder, as Stitches shoots off another punch, causing Miss Gucci to slip a rung and nearly plunge to the mat but she managed to still hang on. Miss Gucci shakes her head trying to shake it off and seeing Stitches across from her shoots a punch back herself, this time connecting far faster than Stitches was attempting to, stunning her again. Miss Gucci fires off another and another, beating Stitches each time before Stitches slumps over on the ladder, barely hanging on but laughing the entire time! Miss Gucci reaches over and grabs a nice handful of her hair and she tosses her down to the mat! Stitches crashes to the mat again and this time she's not getting up! Stitches lays motionless as Miss Gucci grins at her handiwork.

DIC: That's it, that's the final nail in the coffin, change my mid, Kev-O!

Miss Gucci now appears to stand unopposed on the ladder as she looks up and stares at the gold, momentarily mesmerized by it. Slowly she goes to climb up the rung one more time, her hands touching the gold now... she goes to reach for the back of the straps... and the crowd roars to life as Sister Catherine has pulled herself up off the floor and up onto the apron to the top rope! Sister Catherine leaps off the top and lands on the other end of the ladder!

North: Sister Catherine is back to her feet and she took flight all the way to the ladder!

DIC: Where did she come from?!

Sister Catherine quickly closes the rest of the gap and shoots up a swift punch as Miss Gucci who was taken completely by surprise! Miss Gucci can't believe it as she furiously tries to rain down punch after punch to try to finish off The Damned once and for good! Sister Catherine begins to lose her grip and her ground to punch upward as Miss Gucci appears to have all the leverage. Sister Catherine however had a final trick up her sleeve as she looks up and shoots the red mist into Miss Gucci's eyes, instantly blinding her! Miss Gucci nearly falls off out of shock but Sister Catherine stopped her from falling as she grabbed her head! She steps up the rung, forcing Miss Gucci to stay in place before Sister Catherine looks downward, she underhooks the arms and hits Bloodlust Impaler DDT from the top of the ladder to the mat!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

North: Bloodlust! Bloodlust! Sister Catherine from the top of the ladder just sent Miss Gucci straight to hell!

DIC: No! Not like this! Come on, get up!

Sister Catherine slowly stirs and crawls towards the ladder, slowly pulling herself up, seemingly unopposed by this point. The slow struggle of her body fighting against gravity, Sister Catherine steadily but surely makes her way toward the top. Prada Paula sees this and hobbles over to the opposite end of the ladder, cradling her arm as she tries to climb after her. Sister Catherine and Prada Paula race to the top, Sister Catherine with the head start however can't be caught as Paula struggled to ascend with one arm. Paula looks up seeing Sister Catherine almost there and tries to will her way through and reaches upward... upward as she tries to climb........ Sister Catherine yanks down on the straps and pulls them both down as the bell rings, Paula staring up in defeat!

Baxter: Here are your winners and the NEW LONE Tag Team Champions... Sister Catherine and Stitches.... The Damned!

North: What a match! The Damned managed to take everything The Gucci Gals could throw at them and they still found a way to persevere and overcome!

DIC: This shouldn't of happened! Jack E. Bux played favorites yet again and kept forcing it until his team got the belts! The Gucci Gals deserve better than this!

Backstage Segment: Steven O'Reilly

The cameras cut backstage to the locker room as Steven O'Reilly appears to be giving instructions to a pair of referees. The microphones aren't able to pick up the conversation but O'Reilly makes a clear motion at one point to immediately single for the bell.

DIC: I should've known, the fix is in for our Champion!

North: I... hate to agree with you here but it appears O'Reilly is intent to do things his way.

DIC: The three of them must've seen things his way in the end. They're all in it together, Bux, Washington, and O'Reilly; the Three Stooges of LONE!

North: Now let's not get ahead of ourselves here, we don't know that. For all we know Frank and Bux are both against this idea and O'Reilly is taking matters into his own hands anyway.

DIC: Then where are they? Where are they to say no?

North: They probably just got done telling him no and he's going to try anyway!

At the end O'Reilly pats both men on the shoulder as the microphone is able to finally pick up his words.

O'Reilly: Remember gentlemen, this might be our only shot. Let's do business and do the right thing for LONE.

O'Reilly then walks out as the officials look very conflicted over the discussion they just had.

Ami Reeves vs. "Pretty" Fay Qent vs. "The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne

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

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. Fay slaps hands with the occasional fan as she walks down the ramp where she charges into the ring.

“As I Am” by Dream Theater hits the arena dims, save for a spotlight shining on the entrance. As the song picks up Alison Crowne emerges from the back with the LONE Championship resting securely on her shoulder. She soaks in the boos with a cocky and sadistic smirk on her lips as Gordon Barrows, right on cue steps in behind her clapping in approval and pointing to his client. The two make their way down the aisle as some of the braver members of the crowd try (and mostly fail) to throw garbage and food at the duo, Barrows immediately pointing to the offenders in the crowd as security makes their way over to them. Alison eats this up and hoists her title high shouting at the crowd.

Alison: Eat it up, buttercup! No more Wendy, no more Terri and by the end of the night no more title for LONE! I hold all the power so keep throwing your dollars and dimes at my feet hoping to see me lose and watch me slaughter all of your hopes and dreams one by one!

Alison goes up the ring steps and enters the ring with Gordon Barrows close behind as she mouths “where's Terri?” to Qent, who attempts to lunge at her before the official intercepts her. Alison laughs as she holds up her title and makes her way to her corner.

Baxter: The following match is a triple threat scheduled for one fall and is for the Ladies of New England Championship! Introducing her opponents, first, from Boston, Massachusetts Ami Reeves!

The crowd cheers loudly for Ami as he raises her fist in the air, her eyes locked on the champion.

Baxter: Introducing next, from Portland, Maine!

The crowd goes nuts for Qent as she rolls her shoulders and places her hand on the top rope, crouching a little, eyeing Alison as well.

Baxter: Pretty Fay Qent! And finally she is the -

The crowd boos as Gordon Barrows quickly snatches the microphone away from Baxter.

Barrows: With all due respect, Mr. Baxter your duties are no longer needed for the rest of the night. No, see, I tune in every single month seeing you try to do your best to do your job but you don't quite have the right... enthusiasm. Now, I'm sure your superiors probably tell you to dial it back a few notches seeing as my client has been in the corporate cross-hairs for quite a while now but out of the goodness of my own heart I will pull double-duty of not only representing my client with my freshly minted manager's license but take over her introductions at no extra charge! Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you've all been waiting for... INTRODUCING THE REIGNING AND DEFENDING UNDISPUTED LADIES OF NEW ENGLAND CHAMPION... fighting out of Gainesville, Florida she is a former Florida Muay Thai State Champion, she holds an undefeated record in amateur MMA at three wins and zero losses; twice by knock out and once by submission, she is the Highlight of the Night and the woman who broke both Wendy and Terri's necks... ALISON CROWNE!

The crowd boos loudly as Alison proudly raises the LONE Championship in the air, with her free hand telling the crowd to make more noise causing the cameras to shake for the televised feed.

Barrows: Let it all out! Because we're taking this belt OUT of Portland, we're going to take this to the Olympic Boxing Trials! We're going to take this to Las Vegas! We're going to take that championship to the national media circuit! We're going to take that belt all around the New England area and beyond just so you people can have a constant reminder of what you once had and lost because you didn't appreciate what you had! We're going to make Bux open up that fat wallet of his to give him and all you people the false hope of regaining what you're about to lose. We're going to hardball him in negotiations for all future appearances and repay in kind the vile treatment he has inflicted upon my client to the fullest extent of the contract provisions Mr. Bux has activated by breaching the contract and we will do so to the letter of the law!

The referee asks for the belt and Alison acts like she's going to had it over only to turn around and hand it to Barrows instead, who swiftly exits the ring, clutching the belt to his shoulder.

DING DING

North: And out Main Event is officially underway! This was originally scheduled for last month as Fay Qent would be defending the LONE Championship against Ami Reeves, the near unanimous number one contender with her strong performance as of late before Alison would've been granted her contractually obligated rematch but instead the title change was reverse and stricken from the record when Alison Crowne lawyered up and gave Bux no choice but to revert the championship to her.

DIC: Alison had taken every silly little obstacle Bux threw in her path only to nearly see the championship robbed from her when she was not medically cleared to compete. If you as me that was the plan all along; run her through the ringer until her body couldn't go any further. Thank God for Gordon Barrows stepping in to stop his evil plot! And now look, Alison has got a match with two women he's beaten before and she eliminated that pest Terri Thompson from LONE, hopefully for good! I... can actually breathe for the first time in a long time at a LONE show without smelling her gutter trash ass! She's three seconds away now from consolidating power to walk her own path as champion!

Ami and Qent immediately rush Alison as she turns around to face the ring as the two women double team her punching and kicking her. Alison swings back with some elbows and punches of her own but the rush was too much as she got beat down into the corner into a seated position. Qent and Ami share a few words as they go back to the opposite corner, Qent irish whipping Ami towards Alison, hitting her in the face with a shotgun dropkick go the face, swiftly rolling aside for Qent to charge in quick behind her to drive her knee right into Alison's head! Barrows grabs Alison by the leg and helps her roll out of the ring as Ami and Qent play to the crowd.

North: Ami and Qent may not be allies here but they'll team up against the greater evil any time they can. The less Alison Crowne is a factor the greater chance each one has of walking away as champion.

DIC: It is what it is; they know they can't beat her one on one so they're trying to manipulate the odds. It won't matter though, let them think they're in control of their own destiny.

Their celebration however was short lived as Ami and Qent locked eyes and immediately closed the gap between each other as Ami and Qent began to go at it one on one with the champion temporarily out of the equation. The street style of Qent and the trained martial arts technique of Ami mesh together in a beautiful if unorthodox dance as they trade blow for blow in the center of the ring. Ami manages to sneak in an uppercut off a feint and quickly follows up with a spinning side heel kick to the ribs, doubling Qent over before Ami falls to the ground, angling her leg up high to kick her in the temple with her backwards momentum dropping her as well. Ami quickly rolls over and tries to go for the early STF hoping that she knocked unconscious and that the referee would call for the bell deeming her defenseless and unable to defend herself in such a state but Qent blocks the hold by grabbing her arm before she can complete the clinch, rolling her body to trap her in some sort of rolling armbar. Ami is quick to pivot her body in such a way that she can force Qent off the ground just enough to flip and kip up off her back, reversing the hold as she slips out and grabs Qent's arm, kicking it several times before falling back to the ground with a cross armbreaker locked in tight. The referee is watching both challengers to see if Qent taps out or if Ami's shoulders fall flat on the mat for a pinfall.

North: And just like that the alliance is off. Qent and Ami are going blow for blow and hold for hold here but if I had to wager a guess right now I'd say Ami has the advantage.

DIC: I hope they tear each other apart!

Qent tries to reach for the ropes but they might as well be a mile away despite not being in the center o the ring. She tries to then reach out with her leg for the bottom rope but is about a foot and a half out of reach. Qent tries to get up, pressing her bodyweight on Ami with the hold locked in, pinning both of her shoulders down to the mat as the referee counts. 1.....2....Ami shifts her body just enough to get her shoulder up to break the pin, all while somehow keeping a vicegrip on Qent's arm. Qent then begins to lift her up with Ami still hanging on... up.....up.....up.... and powerbombs her back to the mat! Ami /still/ manages to hold on despite the contact as Qent screams, perhaps feeling something pop or tear in her shoulder. The camera quickly cuts to the outside as Gordon Barrows appears to be on a knee talking to Alison Crowne, who's still on the ground on the outside.

North: Fay Qent may have injured her arm on that reversal attempt, it seemed to move in an odd way off the impact when Ami didn't release the hold.

DIC: I gotta give Ami a little credit for holding on there, not much but a little. Anyone who makes life on that felon can't be the worst thing in the world. She just moved up from a 7 to a solid 8 in my book. I'll bump her up to a 9 if she rips it off her body or snaps her arm.

Ami holds on for dear life, not know if or when she'll get another shot to challenge for the title as Qent falls back flat on her back, the referee seemingly close to calling for the bell. Qent shouts in defiance as she eyes him, letting him and the entire arena know that she came to fight and wasn't ready to quit as she begins to get up and lifts Ami again! This time Qent manages to run as fast as she can, powerbombing Ami as hard as she can into the turnbuckle, forcing her to finally release the hold!

North: Inexplicably Qent goes for a second powerbomb, this time into the turnbuckle! This time the gamble paid off as the hold was broken.

DIC: But the damage has already been done and that's the important thing. Look at that arm dangling like a little limp noodle, not so tough now are you?

Qent immediately clutches her arm as she appears to have limited mobility in it as she strains to rotate her shoulder after being trapped in a hold that felt like an eternity. Slowly she manages to scoop Ami up off the ground and carries her over her good shoulder as she hits a running powerslam. Qent returns to a vertical base once again, stalking Ami as she stirs on the ground only for -

CRACK!

Alison Crowne, finally back on her feet, just swung a steel chair as hard she could into Qent's bad arm, sliding in behind her from her blindside!

North: Alison Crowne with the chair! She was stalking her and waiting for the right moment to strike!

DIC: Would you expect anything less?

North: Absolutely not, she's proven there's no line she won't cross anymore. If she can take a shortcut so she doesn't have to apply as much effort she will.

DIC: She's not being paid by the hour you know! Work smarter, not harder; that's the Cornelius Way bay bay!

Qent falls to a knee as Alison uses the chair as a battering ram as she drives the tip right into her shoulder blade, aiming for the arm socket, driving it harder and harder into it several times. Gordon Barrows claps with approval from the outside with a sinister grin on his lips, his strategy session with the champ on the outside beginning to bear fruit. Qent scowls in pain, refusing to drop to the mat, causing Alison to nonchalantly shrug as she stared down at her and rammed the chair into her face! Alison begins relentlessly stomping on Qent's injured arm as she held onto the chair with one hand before getting a full grip and swinging down at her back several times, the chair already beginning to warp and dent.

North: Normally that'd be more than enough for a disqualification but in a triple threat there are no disqualifications or count outs.

DIC: This isn't the first time Alison has made good use of a chair tonight but what a momentum shift that was! If it wasn't before Qent's arm is a giant liability now, that target might as well have air field control flagging all attacks straight to that injured arm!

Alison finally gives Qent a brief reprieve from her assault, slowly circling around her body like a shark smelling blood in the water, letting the chair slowly trace around the edges of her skull in a show of equal parts intimidation and arrogance. Alison grabs a fistful of Qent's hair and yanks her up slowly, placing the tip of the chair just under her chin and against her neck, using it to hold her up.

North: This is sick, taking out Terri wasn't enough, she wants to end two careers in one night!

DIC: Well this is a language Qent should understand and even respect! I bet she's used to throwing her weight around the yard with regular threats on other people's well-being. What a fitting end, off with her head!

Alison instead rams the chair into her gut, grabbing her by the hair to ensure she doesn't fall to the mat again, slightly unfolding he chair from there and sliding Qent's injured arm into it as she begins to lead her to the turnbuckle.

North: No, no....no....don't do this!

Alison drives the chair full force into the turnbuckle, Qent screamingly loudly as she falls back to the mat trying to clutch her arm but unable to with the chair wrapped around it. Alison then follows this up by stomping with both feet on top the chair, making a sick crunch as Qent's arm was trapped!

Alison: Crowne City Sanitation takes out Pretty Trashy!

Alison boastfully shouted as she spread her arms wide to take in the boos, the referee immediately removing the chair and rolling Qent out of the ring as the ringside medical team begins to huddle around her.

North: She damn well shattered her arm! She shattered Qent's arm! What a disgusting human being!

DIC: Disgusting? She just turned a triple threat into a one on one match essentially, that's BRILLIANT! Alison is Queen for a reason, it's a shame Bux is driving her away!

Ami Reeves was finally back on her feet as she rolled Alison Crowne up in a pinfall from behind, catching her completely by surprise. The referee spins around and immediately goes to count the pin, 1, 2, KICKOUT! Alison barely got the shoulder up in what appeared to be a count that some might argue was faster than the standard. Ami quickly pops off the cover and follows up with a step-up enziguri to Alison, leaving her stunned on her feet just long enough for Ami to hit her Hyrulean Fury, her Muay Thai strike combination, finishing off with a kick that sends the champion falling unceremoniously to the mat! Seeing his client in danger Gordon Barrows immediately hops onto the apron and tries to enter the ring, drawing the referee's attention as Ami had already gone for the cover. The referee tries to disengage and go to count but Barrows managed to grab a hold of is shirt and held him there as he plead his case, claiming that Ami Reeves had an illegal weight in her shoe! The claim sounded ridiculous but his real aim, giving Alison enough time to recover was so far going according as planned. By this point the crowd had already counted the pin to 9 as Ami breaks her own pin and sees this distraction taking place.

DIC: What a veteran move by Gordon Barrows, Attorney-At-Law! Always looking out for his client, Mark Robertson has got to be smiling with pride somewhere right now!

North: He should be ejected! Ami Reeves should be the LONE Champion right now! Alison was out for a count of 9 and easily more, there's no way she was going to kick out of that Hyrulean Fury! This is the second time in as many tries Ami has been robbed of the title when she had victory assured!

DIC: Ejected on what grounds? He brought up a legitimate concern, that's part of his job!

North: On what merits? Even if that were true there's nothing that could've been done with this mach being no DQ!

DIC: Really? The official didn't even considering bringing the medical team over first to check on her!

North: I don't think the ringside doctor would see her regardless after what she did to him last time. He'd rather lose his license and retire first.

Ami quickly makes her way over towards Gordon Barrows who immediately tosses the championship into the ring with his free hand before grabbing the referee with both, holding onto him as a shield while threatening to sue Ami if she lays a single hand on him. Alison begins to stir on the mat and sees the championship land a foot away from her. Slowly, the champion crawls over to it and clutches it in her hands, getting up as Ami finally backs off enough for Barrows to let go and drop back off to the outside. Ami turns around and gets blasted by the center plate of the championship as Alison ran and hit her dead on center in her head with the belt. Alison goes to the mat with her momentum carrying her forward but after a moment she kips up back to her feet, taking a cocky strut much to the ire of the crowd and Qent, who snarls at her from outside the ring, the medical personnel immediately holding her back as she makes a lunge towards the ring.

DIC: Enjoy that, Ami! That's as close as you'll ever get to the LONE Championship for th rest of your life!

North: You know Qent wants back in this match but the medical team won't let her. It's a damn shame! She feels powerless watching Alison and Barrows get away with their tricks and deception.

Alison places her foot on Ami's chest and flexes, ordering the referee to count. 1.....2.... KICKOUT! Ami barely shot her shoulder up as Alison immediately drives her boot into her face, knocking her head back to the mat. Alison places her foot on her chest again and flexes, only for Ami to shoot her shoulder up again at two, causing Alison to drive her boot into her face with even more authority as she jawed off at her and slapped her in the face several times.

North: Alison is just adding insult to injury at this point, I think she's taunting Qent just as much as Ami here.

DIC: Well it sucks to suck, get used to second place!

Steven O'Reilly makes his way out from the back as he begins to powerwalk down the aisle towards the ring. Alison notices this and turns away from Ami and towards O'Reilly who looks none to pleased at how this main event is currently going. O'Reilly immediately calls for the referee's attention as Barrows tries to intercept him.

North: Here comes Steven O'Reilly. Earlier tonight we saw him backstage with Jack E. Bux and Frank Washington going over contracts before O'Reilly had a word with a pair of officials just before this match, apparently giving them instructions.

DIC: I'm telling you, Bux and O'Reilly have the fix in for Alison, you heard them earlier! You saw O'Reilly with the zebras before this match. Where's Bux? Where's Frank? They're in this together and you know it!

North: ...

Alison: You got a problem with how I do business, old man? You got a problem with me as Champion? Then from one martial artist to another why don't you get in this ring and take it from me! Lead by example!

Barrows tries to plead with Alison to not do this as O'Reilly, famous for being as tough as nails and taking shit from no one, as well as his karate background being a black belt, begins to unbutton his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up.

North: Alison... is inviting the Head of Talent Relations into the ring to... fight her?!

DIC: When you're the Queen there's no need to bow the knee to others! Put him in his place!

North: I mean... no disrespect to Alison but Steve... he's a black belt. The guy made a living fighting in martial arts tournaments primarily in Japan while wrestling. He's got 30+ years of experience on her and even though he's no spring chicken anymore he's not the guy I'd call out; he'll answer!

Alison: Lead by example, Stevie boy!

Alison continues to taunt O'Reilly bending her knees and motioning with both palms stretched outwards to bring it and enter the ring. Ami however, knowing that a match is still going on has taken this time to recover and rolls Alison up! But instead of going for the pin she steps through and tries to cross Alison's legs and turn her over! Alison is fighting for all her might to resist having a sharpshooter locked in.

O'Reilly: You know the plan! As soon as Ami has that submission fully locked in you're going to call for the bell!

North: No...

DIC: I TOLD YOU SO!

North: This.... this is wrong. I've always been a LONE guy but... this is wrong. I... didn't want to believe it but...... O'Reilly really is willing to cross that line...

DIC: I told you so, I told you so, and I told you so!

The referee tries to object on moral grounds but O'Reilly insists that he follows orders, that it's for the greater good. Qent will take this no more as she bursts through the medical team trying to hold her back, taking them down with one good arm and entering the ring to clothesline Ami just before she can flip Alison over.

North: Qent has decided enough is enough and put herself back in! She's protecting herself about as much as Alison at this point, even if indirectly!

Qent, her eyes wide and nostrils flaring immediately yells at O'Reilly.

Qent: What the hell are you doing!?

O'Reilly: I'm protecting the company! It's nothing personal Qent! You lock Alison in a hold and I'll instruct the referee to do the same thing! It's nothing personal but we can't lose the championship as a company!

Ami at this point also joins Qent, choosing to ignore the attack for the moment jaws at O'Reilly.

O'Reilly: Look, can we have this discussion after the match? You want to be champion? Then show it! Don't talk about it, be about it! If you don't like it, you can walk right to the back and out the door, I'll find someone else who wants a shot!

Qent and Ami look at each other wearily, both caught in a compromising position.

North: I... get that O'Reilly is trying to do what he believes is right for the company but he's doing it in the wrong way.

DIC: Well, to be fair there's no way Alison is going to lose otherwise. At least Bux has finally accepted that reality, that the ends always justifies the means!

Before either challenger can react however Alison hits a precision front dropkick, kicking Qent behind the right knee and Ami behind the left respectively, sending them both neck first into the top rope and to the mat. Alison goes for a quick cover on Ami as the referee drops to count. 1.....

O'Reilly grabs the referee by the leg and yanks him right out of the ring, drawing a mixed reaction from the crowd but more cheers than boos presently. Bux comes jogging out from the back at this point and immediately goes to O'Reilly, looking incredibly pissed.

Bux: What the fuck are you doing, Steve?!

O'Reilly: I'm looking out for this company!

Bux: That's not how we do business here! If you screw Alison here then she wins! You will have justified every complaint she has ever had unrelated to Terri! Do you really want her attorney breathing down our necks any more than he already is!?

O'Reilly: Jack, Jack! Listen to me, Jack! If she leaves with the belt, we lose our full autonomy over that belt! She could show up to any promotion with it and dump it in the trash for one! Everything we've worked for and every lady in the back could be erased in an instant! What does it say about LONE if some rogue defies company policy and becomes a draw, letting uncontracted talent compete in title matches not sanctioned by the company elsewhere? We read the clause, she's free to go anywhere and you know she's not going to listen!

Bux: I know! But we can negotiate still, we can still do things the right way! If she loses here tonight it should be because she was decisively beaten. She's too damn prideful to walk away, we don't lose the war if she walks out of here tonight, we still have ways to make her bring the belt back and defend -

North: Bux is right, he still hasn't lost his moral compass, thank God. Good on him for sticking to his guns! The referee is back in the ring now and hopefully can do his job without having his beliefs compromised either.

DIC: Bux, still naive as always. As a proud member of Team Crowne though this makes me happy, it's easier to win a war when you know you'll cross bridges the other side wouldn't dare to. Bux is going to have to pay me more before I start blindly rooting for this company.

As the owner and head of talent relations argue at ringside Barrows slips away from the two. Meanwhile in the ring Alison is working on Qent's injured arm, cranking it in a hammerlock before lifting her up and hitting a backbreaker with the hold still in, releasing upon impact. Ami slithers behind Alison and hits her with an inverted DDT. For the moment Ami and Qent are mostly working as a team as they communicate their offense against the champion. Qent rears back her good arm calling for the Tomahawk Chop as Ami lifts the champion up and holds her there before attempting to whip her into a rebounding Qent as she looked to build up speed behind the impact. The wily champion however manages to reverse the attempt and whips Ami into the Tomahawk Chop clothesline instead. Qent realizes she hit the wrong person and look to quickly pop back up off the mat but Alison catches her with a superkick!A stunned Qent begins to fall forward as Alison catches her in a double underhook and nails her with the Tiger Driver '98! Alison immediately goes for the pin. 1....2.....THRE-KICKOUT! Alison immediately slides off her and goes to pin Ami. 1.......2.........KICKOUT! Alison slams her fist angrily into the mat!

North: Alison almost had it with the Tiger Driver 98', then she almost had Ami too but they somehow found a way to continue!

DIC: They're only putting their bodies and futures at risk, this is a war they can't win now.

Alison grabs the referee and low blows him after he tries to justify the two count before carrying him over her shoulder and hitting the Crowning Moment on him!

O'Reilly on the outside just simply slumps his shoulders with a half shrug before motioning to the ring.

O'Reilly: See? Why shouldn't we fight fire with fire, this isn't the first time she's abused an official! She fired the first shot a long time ago! It's called making the playing field even again!

Bux: Dammit, two wrongs don't make a right, Steve!

North: You tell em, Boss!

By this time Barrows is back in view, hopping on the apron, appearing to pass something to Alison before hopping back down, having gone unnoticed by the two arguing executives. Alison slides out of the ring reveals a box cutter in her hands, as she lifts the ring apron and starts slashing the ties binding the mat cover! This stops their bickering for the moment as they both head for Alison to try to prevent whatever she's planning. However Bux and O'Reilly were both too slow as she swiftly discards the box cutter and begins to peal back the padding on the ring, tossing it aside to reveal the hard wooden planks underneath. Ami was up by this point and manages to catch Alison with a vicious Muay Thai kick to the head as she turned around, sending her to her knees, the only thing preventing her from hitting the planks full force was the fact that her arm caught and held onto the middle rope to absorb just enough of the fall. Alison is dazed in a bad way as Ami hits her with another Hyrulean Fury against the ropes before dragging her by the leg towards the center of the ring to lock in the STF! With the hold fully locked in O'Reilly immediately tries to signal for the bell... but Bux catches his arm before he can complete the motion to the timekeeper, reigniting their argument anew.

North: Right now O'Reilly does fit the criteria for an official, especially with none currently conscious in the ring but Bux still refuses to allow him to screw Alison over!

DIC: That was your best shot! That right there!

Bux and O'Reilly immediately begin arguing again on the outside, diverting their attention from the ring as Alison struggles to get out of the hold, trapped in the center of the ring. She desperately tries to crawl towards the ropes where Barrows has his hands outstretched to pull her the rest of the way outside of the ring if she can reach him. She scratches and claws but Ami has an iron grip on her in the STF as Alison raises her hand... trying desperately not to give in, to retain her title..... to escape with all the power....

tap-tap-tap-tap-tap

Alison taps out to the STF, unable to take the pain any longer! She's tapping furiously wanting out of the submission as the crowd erupts into a frenzy thinking Ami Reeves just defeated Alison Crowne to become the LONE Champion.... but neither O'Reilly or Bux see it, too absorbed in their argument! Ami releases the hold thinking she's won, raising her arms in the air as she drops to her knees.

North: Alison tapped out! Alison tapped out! For the first time in her LONE career Alison Crowne has officially tapped out! Ami Reeves just overcame the odds!

DIC: Don't get cocky, I didn't hear any bells ring, did you?

Bux shakes his head from the outside, incensing the would-be new champion who slaps her hand upon her palm to signify Alison tapped out. Bux insists that they can't call what they didn't see and that unfortunately the match must proceed.

DIC: Oh this is rich! This is rich! O'Reilly just let a golden opportunity slip out of his grasp because he was too busy arguing for either one of them to catch it! Oh the irony! By trying to take matters into his own hands he let the prize slip out of his grasp!

Alison meanwhile during all the commotion managed to find enough time to recover and sneak up behind Ami turning her around and carrying her over her shoulder eyeing nothing but unprotected wooden planks as she tries to escape in a panic, Bux and O'Reilly both plead with Alison to not do it! Alison drops Ami down for the Crowning Moment, sticking her tongue out at the both of them as she does as a loud THUD is heard upon impact.

North: DAMMIT! DAMMIT ALL TO HELL! AMI REEVES COULD BE PARALYZED AFTER THAT! SHE MIGHT BE PARALYZED LIKE WENDY AND POSSIBLY TERRI! WHY?! WHY?!

Ami lays motionless on the planks as Alison flashes an evil grin at Bux and O'Reilly, locking eyes with them as she nonchalantly pulls the leg up by the kneepad for the pin. At around this time Daring Dick Drothers, the reserve official has already sprinted out from the back and was already halfway to the ring. He slides in under the ropes and drops to count.

DIC: This is it! The bell tolls for thee, Ami Reeves! The bell tolls for thee, Jack E. Bux!

1.......2........ THRE-Qent dives at the last second to break up the count and does! Alison scowls as Triple D holds up two fingers as Qent, bad arm and all was still willing to fight!

North: Qent! Qent refuses to give up here! She's still in this and willing to fight!

DIC: Why don't you stay down?!

Alison goes to get up but Qent wisely downs her with a big boot. Alison quickly gets up only for Qent to knock her down with a quick clothesline with her good arm. Alison goes to quickly pop up again only to get felled by another clothesline and then another! Qent rebounds off the ropes looking for the Tomahawk Chop as Alison gets up but Alison ducks! Qent stops and pivots, reversing her momentum to nail her with a rolling elbow from the injured arm! Qent screams and shouts “FUCK!” as she connects but it was more than enough to send the champion crashing to the unprotected mat. Qent cradles her arm as she waits for Alison to get up she charges forward and this time connects with the Tomahawk Chop clothesline! Qent could go for the cover, but doesn't, much to the surprise of the crowd as she pulls Alison up by her hair and tries to lift her up.... high.... high for a Jackknife Powerbomb! Qent struggles to lift her but manages to do so with one arm, with one arm she hoists her high, bringing up her injured arm only for the sake of stability as she drives Alison Crowne down to the exposed mat!

North: Jackknife Powerbomb onto the planks! She did it with pretty much one arm to boot, what incredible strength! This might be it here!

Qent mutters a few words at the downed champion before going for the cover, neglecting to hook the leg as Triple D counts. 1............2..........THREE-NO! Alison just barely, /barely/ managed to shoot her shoulder up out of pure instinct! The crowd is stunned as is Qent as she can't believe Alison Crowne managed to dig down deep to kick out.

North: She... she kicked out!?

DIC: YES!

North: I believe if Qent would've hooked the leg that would've been it with the leverage her body would have but instead out of pure instrict the champion somehow found a way to get the shoulder up!

Triple D says it was 2, but O'Reilly argues for 3! Bux also says that was 2, siding with the referee.

North: I would almost give that to O'Reilly it was that close, it was razor close, but two out of three agree.

DIC: The only one that matters is the referee, Bux is foolishly letting him do his job to his own detriment.

Qent sits for a moment in disbelief, cradling her arm which was definitely in immense pain and accumulating more and more damage the longer this match went on, that Jackknife in particular making any potential ligament tears worse. Qent looks up at the referee asking for three just in case she may have misheard him but he reaffirms the count by holding up two fingers. Qent shakes her head as she gets up and out of pure frustration nails Triple D with the Tomahawk Chop!

North: WHY?! Come on, Qent!

DIC: They're self-destructing! The opposition is self-destructing!

North: I can get that Qent may not have much trust in management after O'Reilly's stunt earlier but this isn't the time for that!

Bux immediately shouts at Qent over that display but all Qent does is shake her head at his direction and at O'Reilly in particular pointing at him. O'Reilly looks genuinely distraught, the wall of ice expression he carried thawing as the situation began to unravel further. Alison Crowne struggles to try to pull herself back up with the ropes as Qent hammers away at her with her only good arm throwing all of her energy reserves into it, trying to literally beat the champion back down to the mat as she's barely able to defend herself. Alison tries to throw several punches to try push Qent back but Qent had the upperhand and refused to yield, only a few of Alison's strikes partially connecting, pure rage reflecting in Qent's eyes at this point. Alison begins to bleed from her mouth and nose at this point from the relentless onslaught as Barrows looks on in fear seeing their strategy on the verge of collapse at the final step. Barrows, seeing no other way slides into the ring and puts his body between his and Alison's! Bux waives to the back as this is going on, apparently trying to call out another official and perhaps some medical help for Ami Reeves who still hasn't really moved since the Crowning Moment.

North: Barrows getting involved, using himself as a shield!

DIC: That's a man of valor right there, putting his own body at risk for the sake of his client! What a selfless individual!

North: Selfless? If I didn't know better I'd say he 'conveniently' dropped something just now.

Barrows: Stop! You've done enough!

He holds up his hands as Qent quirks her eyebrows.

Barrows: You proved your point, you're tough. You're the toughest to ever be Portland born and raised. Look at how much you've overcome!

Qent: You throwing in the towel then?

Barrows: Pardon?

Qent: You're quitting on her behalf, right?

Barrow: No, no, no! I just think that... you know, maybe I was wrong about you. Look.... look! They tried to screw you over too!

Barrows points to Bux and O'Reilly.

Barrows: We shouldn't be fighting each other... jo.... join us! We're stronger together, think about the possibilities!

Qent thinks about it for half a second, grabbing Gordon Barrows by the collar as he begs to be put down. Frank Washington at this point sprints out from the back, sans shirt as this conversation is going on. He takes the shirt off the first referee and puts it on, sliding inside assuming the role of the referee.

North: Frank Washington has sprinted out from the back now, it looks like he's the emergency-emergency official, the man that was trying to walk the path of neutrality earlier.

DIC: Well he can start by telling Qent to take her mitts off of Mr. Barrows!

Just as it looks like Qent was about to introduce Gordon Barrows to a similar fate as his client Alison Crowne with a tightly clinched fist swung and hit Qent right in the temple, dropping her dead in place and knocking her out cold as Gordon Barrows laughed and snickered. Alison kissed her fist before sliding what appeared to be a roll of quarters into her trunks!

North: I knew it, it was all a ruse! He dropped a foreign object and gave Alison just enough time tor recover!

DIC: That's a wrap!

Alison, bloodied face and all covers Qent, hooking the leg as she instructed a reluctant Frank Washington to count. Frank gritted his teeth but dropped to count the pin. 1......2......Ami Reeves crawled over and broke up the pin! Barely able to move Ami found a way to pull herself up enough to make a dive and barely hit her mark!

North: Ami... look. Nobody is questioning your heart right now, you've fought your ass off to get this far but... you're in no condition to continue! Live to fight another day...

Alison looks down at Ami, her former tag team partner from years ago and shook her head as she stood up. Ami crawled and tried to pull herself up using Alison's body for leverage but continually fell back to her knees as her body wasn't going to allow that. Alison stares at Bux and O'Reilly who are both pleading with Alison to stop from the outside as is Frank from inside the ring. Alison raised her hand and slowly slashed her thumb across her throat, flicking it downward upon completion as she lifted Ami up for the Crowning Moment for a second time, hitting it again on the unprotected wood planks as another loud THUD is heard upon impact! Alison hooks the leg, shouting at Frank to count, and very reluctantly he does so despite O'Reilly shouting at him not to. 1.........2.......Frank hesitates looking at Bux, O'Reilly, and then Ami before slamming his hand down for 3! Gordon Barrows immediately slides out of the ring, walking past Bux and O'Reilly with a smug grin to retrieve a microphone.

Barrows: Here is your winner... AND STILL THE UNDISPUTED LADIES OF NEW ENGLAND CHAMPION...... THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT.... THE NECKBREAKER.... ALISON CROWNE!

Barrows spikes the microphone like a football as she retrieves the championship and meets with Alison Crowne on the outside, the two immediately hugging, Gordon Barrows patting her on the back and talking in her ear like a criminal mastermind who just pulled off a grand heist! Alison raises the LONE Championship up high as she sits on the barricade before crossing it, blowing a kiss at Frank, Bux and O'Reilly before retreating through the crowd with her attorney, exiting like a pair of conquerors. Bux stands with his hands on his hips in disappointment as O'Reilly tips over the timekeeper's table in frustration and throws a chair at the steps. Frank meanwhile calls more medical personnel out from the back as they quickly huddle around Ami, Qent joining the huddle on a knee once she comes to.

North: Well.. dammit. I wish I could sit here and thank everyone for watching here tonight but... I got no words. Ami is hurt, Terri got hurt earlier and I would say that at first glance they both have a long road to recovery. Right now this isn't about wrestling or entertainment but the livelihood and well-being of two extraordinary women possibly having their futures forever robbed from them. It's about seeing two bright flames being snuffed out by a sadistic, twisted, piece of shit excuse for a human being. I know one day the sun will shine again and the light will wash away the darkness but for tonight... we wish you all a good night. And fuck you Alison Crowne, you'll get what you deserve... you'll lose in the end and answer for what you've done. We will band together and end this nightmare; somehow... someway.