2018.10.26: PWN - LONE - LONE 16

Intro

The stage where the wrestlers come through, with the titantron above it, starts to shoot off pyro in the colors of LONE. *Boom boom boom booom! Baraaarraarrraarraaa BANG!

The live feed on the iPPV cuts in now on our Play by Play man Kevin North, and his Color Commentary partner Dexter Irving Cornelius aka DIC. You always need more DIC. Everyone loves DIC. DIC himself would tell you even lesbians love DIC.

North: Ladies and gentlemen thank you for once again welcoming us into your homes. I'm Kevin North alongside my broadcast partner DIC and this is LONE Supremacy! After last month's chaotic end we will hear from Jack E. Bux later tonight in regards to the LONE Tag Team Championship situation. Tonight we'll also be seeing Qent in action after another vicious attack from Olga left her sidelined.

DIC: Speaking of Olga, I'd like to wish her and Frank Debauchee a happy honeymoon in Moscow. Last month they renewed their vows and you know me, I like it when good things happen to good people. Hope you two enjoyed a well-deserved vacation!

North: Good people, I don't think that phrase means what you think it does.

DIC: It's subjective, sure. They take out the trash and make LONE a more enjoyable product and Debauchee is a great wingman to boot. Good people in my book!

North: Good grief. Also expected tonight we have Vixen and The Perfect Shot Penelope Silven coming to blows after Vixen's sudden betrayal several months ago and more but first...

As I Am by Dream Theater hits the arena as the lights dim save for one spotlight shining at the backstage curtain.

DIC: First we're being graced by The Highlight of the Night herself, Alison Crowne! Did I tell you that she's my favorite in all of LONE?

North: I don't think you did...

DIC: All it took was her embracing the darkness and opening her eyes. I tell you what Kev-O, I think she's the one!

North: You know she'd break you in half without breaking a sweat right?

Alison Crowne emerges from the back in a what appears to be a red/black two tone version of her ring gear adapted for the Halloween season. With two vertical white stripes running down her trunks with red hearts with two rows of horizontal stripes of the same on a black sleeveless ring jacket and a crown on her head she stood on the stage oozing of confidence taking in the hostile reaction with her arms spread wide.

DIC: WOW! How can you say that isn't worth it? She's definitely the Queen of my heart!

North: It appears tonight Alison Crowne has adapted the Queen of Hearts into her ring attire but we're definitely not in Wonderland anymore.

DIC: Maybe not but LONE is her kingdom and soon, very soon she'll be the rightful LONE Champion; don't forget that she's the number one contender!

North: Might as well had been through emotional blackmail though.

DIC: Emotional blackmail? For all the torment Terri had put her through it's the very least she could've done. She was an awful friend to her and never once watched her back when she needed it. Alison Crowne possesses a righteous fury that will cleanse LONE of trash like Terri Thompson, mark my words!

Alison Crowne revels in all the jeers and boos thrown her way as she takes her time walking down the ramp with an appetite for malice glistening in her eyes with a mischievous grin to match, a stark contrast to her past demeanor only several months ago.

Baxter: Please welcome at this time, the Number One Contender to the LONE Championship, she insists she be announced from now on as the 'Highlight of the Night'... Alison Crowne!

Alison Crowne slowly makes her way up the steps as she motions Baxter over, ordering him to sit on the middle rope to let her inside, something he appears to do with a bit of reluctance as she steps between the ropes, holding her crown on top of her head with her hand as she does.

DIC: All hail the Queen!

Alison Crowne spins around slowly in the center of the ring with her arms stretched out wide as the hostile crowd boos her even louder than before. Finally she reaches over the ropes to grab a microphone from the timekeeper as the lights returned to normal.

Crowne: Seventeen and a half seconds. Seventeen and a half seconds; that's all it took to put the big ole Hipp O. down. I didn't even need the full twenty to make her tap out. One month later and people are still talking about it; talking about ME.

She says that as she motions her thumb sharply to herself.

Crowne: I'll give the Gucci Gals and Spice and Ice some credit, they generated some buzz too; good for them. It was pure anarchy, it might as well had been a street war but you look at the four of them and you look at me there's no doubt in anyone's mind that nobody finishes quite like me. Nobody has the ruthless efficiency that I operate and carry myself with. While others like to make a mess inside and out of the ring I move with a sniper's precision; I know what I want, I know how to get it, and I know where all the vitals are to strike as clean as a whistle while inflicting maximum pain and suffering. Don't let some people fool you, everyone likes to say how they're the perfect this, the perfect that, how they can hit a target fifty yards out dead center in a video package yet can't even grasp the basics in front of a live audience. I don't need a thousand takes out in a field in the middle of nowhere for fifteen seconds of film to highlight one good shot out of nine hundred and ninety-nine duds that were no where close to hitting. I don't need to be manufactured by a couple of monkeys or hyenas in a media trailer in the parking lot, what you see with me is what you get. I get it right the first time, I do everything live and I leave you with a result that speaks for itself. If I have something I need to say, I say it. And hate me all you want for the things I've done to your little 'Chosen One' but I have no problems coming out here and speaking my mind about it after the fact.

The crowd knows exactly who she was talking about when she uttered the words 'Chosen One' as they take this as an invitation to start chanting for Terri.

WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP WE WANT TERRI! CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP

Crowne: Oh TRUST me, I'll definitely be getting to that one shortly. What separates me from most of the girls in the back is that I'm authentic; I'm the real deal. Three and Oh in Mixed Martial Arts, former Florida State Martial Arts Champion, life time practitioner of Muay Thai, kick boxing, judo, I've trained in krav maga to expand my repertoire. I've built my own name, on my own sweat and tears starting at the very bottom when I could've used my family's name and started at the very top if not close to it. Hate me, I hope every single one of you here do. Go ahead, boo, shout names at me. Come on, give me your worst.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crowne: Really? That's it?

YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!

Crowne: Come on. Are you all that low on originality? What am I saying, this state was part of the colony that burned women alive for 'witchcraft' just because they could read and write or swim. You're used to doing things the wrong way.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crowne: But even you can't deny that I am who I say I am; I am the Highlight of the Night. At the end of the day you pay to see me, you throw your hard earned dollars and loose change you got at the recycling center for your liquor bottles just to buy a ticket. It doesn't matter if you pay because you want to see me lose or because deep down you know that I'm right and you lack the courage to go against the grain in public but you still show up here, final Friday of each month just to see ME.

But where's Terri? Oh Terri, oh Terri, oh Terri... where's the LONE Champion? Where's Fallcoast's Golden Daughter? Where is she? Where's this 'fighting champion' that I keep hearing about? Why isn't she fulfilling her obligations as a champion and giving me my contractually owed championship opportunity? Why?

Alison Crowne shook her head as she couldn't help but let a very snide chuckle escape.

Crowne: It's because she's scared. She saw what I was doing to Grandma Glorious when I had my one and only opportunity to date at the LONE Championship and she saw that I was on the cusp of creating history and toppling the house and their stacked deck against me. She saw that with my face drenched in my own sweat and blood I was still coming at Glorious One like a hound out of hell... do you really... do any of you REALLY think Terri Thompson wants any piece of me in a straight up and fair fight? She knows she can't beat me one on one with all things being equal and the fact that I'm living rent free in her head; she can't handle it. Nobody deserves an opportunity but Terri Thompson. That's the definition of Gutter Trash if you ask me; selfish and scared. So since she's not here to give me what I've earned for yet another month I'm going to give somebody in the back an opportunity, just like I gave Hipp O. Potamus last month. I'm going to give one lucky person the chance to Chase the Crowne.

"The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne vs. Madison Anderson

Poker Face by Lady Gaga hits the arena as a young blonde woman walks out from the back to a decent ovation from the crowd, the fact that she wasn't Alison Crowne helped her a bit here despite being an unknown. She tries to keep a poker face as the song suggests but looking closely a trained observer could see the fear in her eyes as she made her way to the ring as she slapped fans hands before slide into the ring. The music dies down as she stands in the ring, Alison Crowne removing the crown on her head and her ring jacket during the entrance, revealing a very noticeable black heart on the left side of her red top.

Crowne: Everyone give her a round of applause!

The crowd, very cautiously does so as nobody is quite sure what to expect.

Crowne: Now, what's your name.

? ? ?: Madison, Madison Anderson and I'm a student at 4WA!

This gets a decent reaction out of the crowd knowing that this young lady trains locally. Alison Crowne seems less than impressed as she puts her arm around Madison, the young lady trying very hard to not wince.

Crowne: Wow, so you're actually trying to take this seriously. More than I can say about some in the back.

Alison Crowne rolled her eyes.

Crowne: Madison, how long have you been training, a few years? You start pursuing this right after high school? You look like you got a decent head on your shoulders.

Madison: About eight months actually.

Crowne: Eight months? Hey, look at you go! That's a long time for someone to stick to something. What did you do before you decided to pursue this sport?

Madison: Well, I was the captain of the cheerleading squad at my university.

Alison Crowne gave a very prolonged and exaggerated eye roll at this.

Crowne: Hmmm.... okay, okay. Well, Madison; it's not all smiles, rainbows, lollipops and jocks around here. There's no star quarterback to protect you... actually there's nobody here that can protect you...

Crowne flashed a menacing smirk at the green rookie, Madison was darting her eyes around in a nervous wreck looking for a way out. Meanwhile a ringside official has entered the ring from the timekeeper's area

Crowne: See, I went too easy on Hipp O. She's been here a while and she should know what to expect and how the pecking order works around here. But to make sure that you don't fall into the same bad... habits some of the bimbos around here have I'll need to give you a crash course in Wrestling 101. I'm going to make a highlight out of you Madison and I promise; it's going to hurt. And Terri, wherever you are I hope you watch this because tonight I'm going to treat little miss Madison here like I'm going to treat you; like a sick animal that needs to be put down. Ring the bell.

DING DING

North: What a way to debut, makes me wonder if she had any idea what she was getting into tonight before hand.

DIC: Probably pulled a bunch of straws in the back and she pulled the short one. Talk about a heavy underdog. Queen Alison is going to reduce her from a solid 7 to a 3 by the time she's through with her.

North: I admit the odds don't appear to be in her favor. Upsets do happen though and she'd easily be catapulted to the top of the class if she could somehow manage to shock the world.

DIC: Yeah, but not when the future champ already has you literally in her grasp before the opening bell. You're starting with two feet in the grave already.

North: Unfortunately... you may be right.

DIC: You know I'm right. Get used to it.

With Alison Crowne still having her arm around Madison Anderson as the bell rings she quickly throws her down on the ground and begins a furious and relentless ground and pound as she hammers viciously at her foe's face with repeated punches. Madison Anderson does her best to cover up and defend herself but Crowne's punches appear to be too quick and too heavy to effectively defend as she is quick to find holes in her sloppy defense technique.

North: End the match, call it off. Madison can't defend herself for very long against that. She's trying her damnedest but if there was any time for a TKO this would be it.

DIC: She can always verbally submit but her head's probably so scrambled up I doubt she could form a coherent sentence!

North: Even more reason to throw this match out now.

The referee watches Madison Anderson very closely and is close to signaling for a medical stoppage already as it's clear that she's very close to being unable to defend herself but right before he can Alison Crowne grabs her by the arm, prying it away from her face and flipping her over for a seated fujiwara armbar. Madison Anderson immediately taps out as she unleashes a blood curdling scream.

Baxter: Here is your winner by submission the 'Highlight of the Night'... Alison Crowne!

North: What has gotten into Alison Crowne? I... I don't understand this change in attitude. She was always talented and she always did everything the right way. She had sportsmanship and at the end of the day never wanted to see someone's career damaged or ended over a match no matter how heated things got between the bells. Yet here she is approaching matches with such viciousness and aggression I've rarely seen.

DIC: Come on, clear the wax out of your ears; she told everyone why! I love it, Kevin, I love it! Call it aggressive and vicious, because it was. But at no point did she get reckless and stray away from her game plan, she remained disciplined and was in complete control from start to finish. We saw an assassin's killer instinct, a deadly form of discipline that knows exactly when and where to go for the kill-shot. And she did it all with the unofficial time of... 14.17 seconds and she looked hot while doing it!

The referee yells for the hold to be broken but Alison Crowne refuses, if anything she cranks up the pressure and torque. The look in her eyes was ice cold; without a shred of sympathy or remorse and a sadistic grin slowly crept across her face as Madison Anderson screamed even louder as her free arm was tapping furiously and yelling for her to let go.

North: Enough is enough, you made your point! She's not going to be satisfied until she breaks her arm and rips it out of her socket! She's going to cause permanent and long lasting damage, why snuff out a career before it starts, why?

DIC: Because only the strong survive! She tried Chasing the Crowne and got left in dust. She couldn't seize the opportunity; she couldn't answer the call. Some of the most important lessons in life are earned the hard way and if she can somehow survive this she'll be stronger because of it. She's doing her a favor!

North: You're sick!

DIC: Adapt or perish, baybay.

Post match Segment

Alison Crowne bends her foes arm at an angle that appears the human body was never meant to bend at, Madison Anderson's eyes were full of fear at what was going to happen next. The official stood there helpless knowing that any sudden move would just cause her to snap it anyway as he tried to reason with her in vain to not do this. Finally the crowd erupted in cheers as Terri Thompson came bolting out from the back, championship in hand as she made a furious bee line for the ring. Alison Crowne kept the hold locked in as she stared at her former best friend, only releasing the hold at the very last possible second before quickly rolling to the outside as Terri rushed in, wearing her usual ring gear and her leather vest adorned with various patches.

North: Finally! Terri Thompson has had enough and she's come out to put an end to this!

DIC: I thought I smelled something rotten, I should've known!

Alison Crowne tapped the side of her head as Terri Thompson glared daggers at her before checking on the unfortunate rookie who was cradling her arm on the mat. Crowne pointed at the championship as she spoke loud enough for the cameras to pick up.

Crowne: You know what I want. You know exactly what I want. This is going to keep happening until you give me the match I was promised.

She held up three fingers as she wasn't done jawing off.

Crowne: Three months, three months since you've won the title without a single defense. What's your excuse this time? Maybe I should go after Wendy next? I know where to find her. Would that get your attention?

Terri's eyes light up as she lunges at her through the middle rope as several referees rush down to try to restrain her while checking on Madison Anderson. Alison Crowne just slowly and arrogantly motions around her waist for the belt as she makes her way towards the back corner of the barricade.

Crowne: Don't make me take her from you first; before you lose your belt. Make the match happen.

With that she hops over the barricade and exits through the crowd as security clears a path for her exit.

Vixen vs. "The Perfect Shot" Penelope Silven

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

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring, hailing from Hanging Hills, Maine — she is — VIXXXEEENNNN!

Vixen nonchalantly walks to the ring trying to ignore the fans as she rolls in and leans back into the corner, kind of half slumping into it as she waits for her opponent.

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

Baxter: And her opponent... 'The Perfect Shot' Penelope Silven!

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

DING DING

North: Two former friends finally facing off. Vixen still hasn't really given a satisfactory explanation for turning her back on her friend but The Perfect Shot has a chance right now to make things right; or as right as they can be.

DIC: I mean you got a girl scout versus a thief, and the girl scout has no cookies. Hard pass. Wouldn't be surprised if Vixen stole that too.

North: I'm a little surprised, normally you have a thing for girls gone bad. I guess I shouldn't be complaining too much with you being... slightly more professional.

DIC: It's personal. I said from the beginnng that she was a no good thief and people thought it was funny but when she proves what a degenerate she really is NOW people want to get on the DIC bandwagon?

North: I don't think anyone is trying to start a bandwagon for you.

DIC: They wouldn't be invited anyway so instead I'll just say this, I told you so. I told you so. I told all of you and I was right. Silven is still kinda hot, I mean look at her. But an attitude change would make her closer to a perfect 10 in my book.

Vixen lazily pulls herself upright after leaning nonchalantly against the turnbuckle as she stares down her former friend. Silven slowly walks to her asking her 'what's wrong with her' only to get pie-faced from Vixen who's eyes suddenly light up as she kicks her right in the face. Silven crashes to the mat a Vixen is quick to pounce her on the ground throwing sloppy but effective lefts and rights as Silven struggles to defend herself as she tries to cover up her face. Vixen takes advantage of this and sucker punches her in the gut before finally getting up.

DIC: What did I tell you, Kev-O, I was right about her all along!

North: Not exactly in the spirit of clean competition but technically not illegal by Vixen.

DIC: Probably looking for her wallet.

"Shit. I wonder if they have tapes? They must have tapes. No idea what's going on here narrative wise, but..." Evelynn apparently has a tendency to talk to herself in these situations. Thankfully, surrounded by fans, most more raucous than herself, no one's calling her crazy yet. She's well in to beer 2 at this point, relaxing visibly in her seat.

Vixen crouches low like she's stalking Silven waiting for her to get up and swiftly goes for the Foxtrot Feint (Tiger Feint Kick) as she connects dead on. Vixen hooks the leg for the cover as the referee drops down to count. 1.......2......KICKOUT! Silven just barely managed to shoot her shoulder up but appears to be disoriented and confused as she does so. Vixen just nonchalantly shrugs as she sits up with her new devil may care attitude and grabs Silven by the hair which earns her a stern rebuke from the official. Vixen turns her head and stares right at the ref as she begins grating Silven's face repeatedly against the ropes. The referee calls for a clean break which of course is promptly ignored forcing him to begin the standard 5 count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

FIV-

Right before the count of 5 Vixen just lets go causing Silven to nearly fall but she manages to cling onto the rope to maintain her shaky balance. Vixen kicks Silven in the back of the knee causing Silven to grab on harder to the top rope before Vixen slaps her in the face. The crowd boos Vixen who briefly appears taken back by the reaction before she throws her body weight on Silven trying to press herself against the rope to choke her! The referee begins to count but Vixen grabs onto the top rope to keep herself positioned there, hammering with her free hand at her face.

1!

2!

3!

4!

Finally Vixen lets go as Silven gasps for air as Vixen shot off a sneer. Silven gasps for air leaning against the top rope as Vixen runs off the opposite end of the ring and appears to leapfrog over the top rope, onto the apron and grabbing Silven's head comes crashing down onto the apron, the force and rebound effectively throws Silven onto the mat clutching her neck in agony.

North: Not quite the rebound I'd be looking for... Vixen seems to have got all of that square on the target.

DIC: I think the Perfect Shot is about to become the Perfect Victim at this rate. That's what happens when you trust a rat and let her get close to you!

North: Speaking from experience, eh?

DIC: She stole my wallet and I didn't even trust her to begin with! I'm lucky she didn't steal my credit card and my social security number. I bet you a box of donuts that over the last few months Vixen's already committed welfare fraud with her information!

Vixen shrugs off the boos as she stares off into the crowd as boredom and apathy gradually found their way through the cracks of her blank expression. She then looked back into the ring and grabbed hold of the top rope tightly, springboarding herself in for an elbow drop but Silven throws her knees up and catches her in the ribs! Vixen clutches her sides as Silven pops up and delivers an elbow drop of her own to her ribs. Silven drops the elbow repeatedly causing Vixen to roll towards the ropes. Silven connects with a low hanging dropkick to drop her foe out of the ring and onto the outside as the crowd cheers her on.

North: That dropkick was picture perfect! Just the right height at the perfect angle.

DIC: She needs a mean streak of her own, it's a good start but she better smell that blood in the water and stay on the attack!

Silven is quick to follow her out to the outside as the official motions for both of them to get back inside. Silven picks Vixen up and slams her head into the apron several times before tossing her back into the ring. Silven scales the turnbuckle and ascends to the top rope with a crisp looking frogsplash that connects right on target, the move however hurting her as well as she clutched her midsection after the impact.

North: Five Star Frog Splash! That seems to have taken almost as much out of Silven as it did Vixen, but you got to imagine Vixen is feeling a little worse for wear taking that weight to her ribs at such a velocity.

DIC: No pain, no gain Kev-O-Rino! Put that little street rat away!

North: You really don't like Vixen, do you?

DIC: Nope.

Silven is quick to go for a pinfall but only gets a 2 count. The Perfect Shot tries to stay on the offensive as she scoops Vixen up, looking to hit Target Acquired (STO) but Silven ends up falling on her back as Vixen hooked her arm on the rope to remain upright as she momentarily shook her head trying to regain her composure before quickly ascending to the to rope. Silven gets up...


...Foxfire (Dragonrana)!

Vixen hooks both legs as she remains on top... 1......2......3!

Baxter: Here is your winner.... Vixen!

North: Vixen's new attitude leads to a new streak, 1 and 0!

DIC: This is a travesty I tell you, a travesty!

Backstage Segment

The arena darkens as the titantron lights up. On the iPPV live feed, the cameras cut back towards the parking lot as Linda Edwards is hot en route trying to catch up to Terri Thompson who appears to be set on leaving the arena.

Linda Edwards: Terri, Terri? Can I please have a moment of your time?

Terri keeps walking and brushes past her.

Edwards: Terri? Can I get your thoughts on Alison Crowne? Are you going to give into her demands?

Terri keeps her eyes forward.

Edwards: What about her threat on Wendy, your girlfriend? Do you think she's bluffing or...

Terri stopped and stared at Linda, glaring daggers straight into her soul. After an uncomfortable moment of silence between the two Terri exits the building as the door slams behind her leaving Linda Edwards without a scoop or a single insight.

"Pretty" Fay Qent in Action

“Pretty Vacant” by The Sex Pistols hit the arena as the crowd cheers.

North: Well, Fay Qent is set to compete here shortly. One can imagine that she's trying to get back to some sort of normalcy. Between having her past made more public and dealing with Olga and Debauchee you can tell that she just wants to get back to business and hopefully find her way back into championship contention.

DIC: You know what, serves her right. She's lost her edge. The problem with her is that she's taking a page out of Smelly Terri's book trying to make these flock of sheep accept her instead of stepping on necks and using what kept her alive on the inside. She's a disposable hero. Yeah, these people will cheer you as long as you capture their short attention spans and adhere to their changing moral standards that seem to swing as wildly as a political campaign rally. One day they love you and the next they hate you for the same reason they loved you the day before. You ever notice how the ones who look out for themselves always end up the most successful? Because the victors write the rules and shape history. At one point I thought Qent was going to be the pillar that kept LONE thriving but she's no longer the chosen one; she's gone soft and when you go soft people are going to take your place without a fight.

North: I'd hardly say she's gone down without swinging or putting up a fight. In fact I disagree with the very notion that she's down to begin with. At the end of the day Fay Qent knows what kind of person she is and what rests inside her heart. One mistake doesn't have to define you and I see someone who's doing her best to make sure it doesn't. I believe in Fay Qent, I believe people can change, I believe in second chances.

DIC: Once a felon, always a felon. Enjoy your alternative facts in Imagination Land; I'd rather live in reality.

Baxter: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, she is from Fallcoast, Maine.. she is “Pretty” Fay Qent!

The music keeps playing but nobody comes out.

North: Where's Fay Qent?

DIC: Probably in the back of a police cruiser.

North: Enough already, can you be serious for a single minute?

DIC: Hey, I am serious! She probably skipped a meeting with her parole officer and the judge put out a warrant for her arrest! That's common with felons you know.

North: Why couldn't Bux have kept Frank at the table and fired you for holding out?

DIC: Because I have a really good attorney who helped make my contract about as legally binding and iron clad as you can get.

North: Gee, I would've never known. Should start putting up a little ticker at the bottom of the screen that goes off whenever you mention your attorney.

DIC: Maybe you should. I'm sure he'd enjoy the free advertisement and publicity. That's Mr. Eugene Varano, can we get a ticker on the screen for him?

The music stops playing before starting over again.

Baxter: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, she is from Fallcoast, Maine.. she is “Pretty” Fay Qent!

The music keeps playing but still nobody comes out.

North: Something's not right, can we have the cameras cut to the backstage area real quick?

As the cameras catch the backstage area Fay Qent finds her path to the curtain cut off as Frank Debauchee himself is there gyrating and swiveling his hips with a grin on his face as Fay Qent looks absolutely disgusted and like she's about to do something about it. Before she can get within arm's reach however Olga cracks a champagne bottle over the back of her head! Qent quickly crumbles to the ground amongst broken glass and a small sea of now spoiled and spilled bubbly stuff.

DIC: Man, I never get tired of this! Debauchee is a genius, he always has another way to catch you off guard and make you run willingly into a pit trap. Nobody ever realizes it until it's too late.

North: Yeah, what a 'man' he is, huh? He's got the physique of a Greek God and still has to stoop to such low tactics. He shouldn't even be here!

DIC: Not only is he Olga's husband but he is licensed to manage in the state of Maine and the surrounding New England area. Those are the rules, boy scout. You don't get to cry about the rules and then decide which ones don't apply.

Olga places her foot on Qent's back as Debauchee reaches into his coat pocket and produces 2 champagne glasses, handing one to Olga before pulling out what also appeared to be another bottle of the bubbly. With this thumb he pops the cork off to the ground as he pours a glass for himself and his Russian bride as they have a toast and tip their glasses back. Then in the ultimate act of disrespect with the bottle he begins pouring the champagne over Qent while she's on the ground.

DIC: Olga and Debauchee appear to be celebrating on an extended honeymoon. I like it when good things happen to good people. You guys deserve it!

North: They better enjoy it while it lasts. Do you know what happens when you push someone and push them and push them for so long? Sooner or later they snap and there's going to be hell to pay. Qent isn't going to forget this and I'm not sure she's the kind of person I want to invoke all out war with; we've already seen a taste of it with her series of matches against Alison Crowne. I have a feeling that pendulum is going to swing back and swing back very very soon. Debauchee and Olga are going to be in for a rude awakening.

DIC: I think the circumstances clearly disagree with you right now, Kev-O. Look at who's standing and who's not! Keep dreaming!

Debauchee hooks his arm in with Olga's as the two begin to walk off as EMTs and security rush the scene.

Contract Signing

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