2018.09.28: PWN - LONE - LONE 15

Intro

The building has some areas blocked off, due to renovations. There are signs directing the fans away from the renovated zone; towards the arena, concessions and bathrooms. The end of August saw the entire building being closed down. Today, however, the fans will notice that the arena is much larger, and there are more seats. It seems like the overall quality of the place has been uplifted, with a bigger titantron, more merch available, and even pyro.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Boomboomboomboomboomboom.... BANG!

Pyro in the purplish-pink color of LONE fires off across the stage just after Johnny Baxter announces that we are LIVE!

North: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to LONE Supremacy! After a month off we're back in the building; and if things are looking a little bit different here tonight it's because we're currently undergoing renovations so we can provide better service and so more of you fine and wonderful people can come see us in person. After taking the last show off DIC has ended his hold out and returned to work so if you had Le'veon Bell ending his hold out first well; I'm afraid I have some bad news for your wallets.

DIC: I figured a show without yours truly was enough punishment and well... seeing Terri nearly having her neck snapped... well, all I can say is that it was well long overdue.

North: Come on, we all know you really came back because you were afraid Frank Washington was going to take your job at the table if you missed a second show in a row.

DIC: Everybody knows you can't replace the D-I-C. But I actually like Frank, if a tragic accident ever took me from this world he'd be good enough to save your ass from the unemployment line.

“As I Am” by Dream Theater hits the arena as the excited crowd quickly turns to jeers and boos. Alison Crowne takes her time to emerge from the back, nearly a minute in fact before he finally stepped out from behind the curtain. Wearing a Vegeta shirt stating on the front “I'm not the monster you think I am – I'm worse” and on the back reading “Don't ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness” on the back with her usual ring attire she stares out to the crowd, one that once cheered her now rejecting her like yesterday's trash. She takes her time walking to the ring as DIC appears to be the only person in the entire building giving her a standing ovation as he got out of his seat and clapped as loud and as obnoxiously as possible. Alison Crowne turns her head towards the table near the entrance way and flashes a smirk before continuing her journey to the ring. She makes her way around the ring and grabs a microphone from the time keeper before making her way up the steps and inside the ring. The music dies down ass he goes to raise the microphone only to be cut off...

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

She rolls her eyes before going to lift her microphone up again when the crowd cuts her off once more...

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

Crowne leaned against the turnbuckle seeming rather disinterested in the chants, perhaps even a little bored as she motioned with her free hand as if to tell them to 'get on with it'.

Crowne: Are you done or are you going to keep trying to hijack the show and make it all about you? Do you think dipping your hands in that greasy popcorn tub gives you any right to criticize me or tell me how to do my job or who to be friends with? Come on, be brave and hop over that security barricade if you think you can do a better job than me because I have every right to knock you out once you're on my side of the fence. I dare you. Try me, come on, get froggy; entertain me.

She pauses and while she hears a bunch of boos she motions for the security near the barricade to step aside; and while a few people make a lot noise leaning over the barricade nobody bites.

Crowne: That's what I thought. You know I can see why this little city in the middle nowhere loves their little “Gutter Trash” so much; a bunch of talk and no action just like her. Oh I see it online, on social media. You people talk about how you have these grandiose plans for your lives, that you're going to step up and finally chase your dreams... or you're finally going to make a name for yourself, move out of that rusty ole trailer park and find a fortune in... I dunno... Florida, Miami or something and make it to the big time!

She makes a motion with her free hand as if she was trying to pick a state and a city out of thin air.

Crowne: Trust me; you don't want to live there. Take it from someone who was born and raised in Florida. But I'll at least give those senior citizens credit in their advanced age; they still have more ambition and drive than everyone else in this arena combined.

This garners some more boos and jeers from the crowd as Alison Crowne was just throwing proverbial and verbal low blows. Another Terri chant breaks out.

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 you want Terri? Then you may want to check the local veterinary clinic after this show and ask for her because I seriously doubt any hospital would take her in after I nearly snapped her neck and left her unrecognizable.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crowne: You people are incredibly fickle, do you know that? You love somebody, you cheer their name so long as they adhere to your rather loose moral codes and stay out of the way of your chosen ones. When I was the 'faithful friend and tag team partner' of Terri Thompson's you people couldn't get enough of me. I had the back of Fallcoast's Golden Daughter, I was there whenever things went south and I stayed loyal while Terri chased the LONE Championship. When she ran afoul of Stevenson I was the one friend that didn't abandon her. You loved me because to all of you I put my friend first instead of myself. I 'stayed put and kept my place in line'.

She pushes herself off the turnbuckle as she walked to the center of the ring in a slow and methodical fashion.

Crowne: As long as I was who you wanted me to be you would shower me in praise, expecting me to act like a dog conditioned to perform tricks for a reward. I was supposed to be thankful for that right? The adoration of all you people were supposed to be good enough to pay my bills, like I could just take a recording of everyone chanting my name, place it in a jar and tell the landlord 'I'm sorry, do you accept all these cheers and praises instead of cash, check, or credit?' Or am I supposed to feed and gain nourishment through photosynthesis because 'at least the people of Fallcoast love me, who needs to eat dinner tonight? I'm full from their love.' Do you realize how silly that sounds? Or how about all those months where I was left completely off the card to let some kids who, lets be honest, some couldn't even apply a wrist lock or talk in front of a crowd to save their lives, because they thought it'd be cute to chase a dream they've had for all of what, 2 months? 'We like you Alison and we know we have in you but lets see what the new blood can do, you'll be okay with that, right? Thanks for understanding.'

She leaned over the top rope as her words gradually grew more icy and cold as she was letting out something at long last that had been building up for a while.

Crowne: In my entire career I've done everything the right way. I didn't use my family name like some people to cut in line and start near the top; when I very well could have. I didn't sleep with any sleazy promoters like some of the models you still see paraded in bra and panties matches or given top billing because they're so full of plastic they'd melt under a lamp and became the booker's personal favorite. I'm not using this as a launching pad for a Hollywood career and I sure as hell have no plans on throwing away my beliefs and selling out to a 'Made for Wrestlers' Reality TV version of 'Keeping up with the Kardashians' selling myself for imaginary relationship drama and getting worked up over petty... crap; my privacy is not for sale. Alison Crowne is not for sale. I do this because I LOVE what I do, I do this because fighting has been in my blood my entire life whether I've been winning State Martial Arts Championships, making someone tap out in the octagon or giving Terri Thompson a true Crowning Moment...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crowne: I'm tired of having to act and pretend that I'm not the best damn thing on any show I grace with my talent. I'm tired of certain people in the back thinking they can suddenly switch careers from being a D list Attorney to thinking they can play Barbie dress-up and be more concerned about what their attire looks than learning how to improve themselves in and out of the ring. I'm tired of the people who think they can come straight out of prison and try to stay clean and out on the street, that their felon status is supposed to scare people into becoming compliant and allow her to take a cut to the front of the line when people like Lexi Pryce, someone who has sacrificed everything to the altar of professional wrestling, someone who was a REAL friend of mine unlike Terri, had everything taken away from her in a freak accident and can't get a booking to save her life today. Cutting in front of people like Lexi who never quite got that second chance to even sink or swim.

Alison Crowne looks to the camera and waves as she broke the fourth wall to shout out to her good friend.

Crowne: I'm sick and tired of people coming in and thinking they can pull childish pranks like stealing people's wallets and then can't even muster up more than a single word and a shrug to justify her actions. This isn't some little summer hobby you throw away when you get bored, don't disrespect me when you're working inside my ring.

DIC: THANK YOU!

DIC shouted loud enough for the people at home and the arena to hear him, obviously still sore about having been the victim of such a prank himself.

Crowne: I'm tired of Grandma Glorious hogging the spotlight when she should be baking cookies and passing her knowledge on to the next generation instead of looking for one final big payday. I'm tired of all the false promises and endless delays, why is it fair that Miss Gucci had to wait FOUR months for her contractually obligated rematch after she held the belt for over a year. How can you toss aside someone who did nothing but what was asked of her and then give her the run around after? You don't have to like her but what kind of message does that send?

But I forgot, this is the Terri Thompson show, right? Giving her that first run was more important, letting her hold that belt for four months without a single defense; that was strictly a business decision, right? Jack E Bux, he just wanted more of your money and all of you were more than happy to fork it over. Low on funds? Nah, Bux really wanted an even bigger slice of the pie even if it meant making a deal with the Devil himself and it nearly cost him everything before it was all said and done.

Alison Crowne adjusted her gloves as she quickly maneuvered around the microphone, switching hands as needed.

Crowne: But sometimes even the Devil whispers a little truth in your ear. When I took that spinebuster,when I had Glorious One's career and the LONE Championship at my mercy, through all the pain and the heartache I finally began to listen and open my eyes. What had Terri really done for me over the last year and a half, two years? Where was she when I was getting jumped in the back? Why were my friends in the locker room suddenly treating me as if I were radioactive and abandoning me? Why did she stop me from forcing Mark Robertson to throw the match out and award me the LONE Championship when I was close to snapping her neck; knowing that the only way I was going to overcome crooked officiating was by raising the stakes? Why did she get involved and turn her 'best friend' into nothing more than collateral damage? Can she really say she was watching my back when she cost me my first and so far only opportunity? Let's be honest, we can argue semantics all we want but I had her dead to rights; all I was doing was operating in the environment I was thrown into. Terri, you robbed me of my chance to win on my own, by doing it my own way. But you told me you were sorry, that you'd make it up to me; we were going to become the first ever LONE Tag Team Champions! 'Nobody could beat Royal Plunder when we're on the same page, Alison. I got you, let's make you a champion.'

She rolled her eyes very, very hard as she quoted her former best friend.

Crowne: So I gave you some rope to work with, I accepted your apology despite how frustrated I was at seeing the LONE Championship fall out of reach. Then you got pinned, we lost to a team of two girls in clown makeup. In the first round. You told me you were sorry again, that you weren't in a very good place. I forgave you then when I had no obligation to, because Wendy was sitting in jail and you were losing everything. I felt sorry for you. Again you said you'd make it up to me 'as soon as Stevenson was dealt with'. So I gave you a little more rope to work with. Then the Rumble happened...

She paused as the crowd started cheering. They remember when Terri snuck in under a mask and finally set things in motion to end the nightmare that had paralyzed LONE.

Crowne: That's another reason why you're all apart of the problem. Your hometown hero stabs her best friend in the back and you couldn't be any more elated. She entered the Rumble under a mask, 'El Jinete Rojo', without even telling me. No, she wouldn't tell her best friend that she had plans to enter a match she was barred from entering. She doesn't let her best friend in on the secret so we could work together and ensure that one of us makes it to the end after working as a unit to eliminate twenty-eight other women. No, instead she waits until the final three and tosses me out from behind and takes a ridiculous gamble on trying to eliminate Olga on her own. Then on the ramp I watched that mask come off and the pure joy I saw written on her face after she knowingly stabbed me in the back it finally donned on me, Terri you didn't give a damn about me or our friendship. You never have, I was just someone you lead on, tricked, because you knew you'd be better off having me as an ally and that if I were your enemy there'd be nothing you could do to stop me from twisting you into knots and tossing you like a ragdoll all over the arena.

My only regret out of this whole ordeal is that I fell for it, that I allowed myself to think we were friends, that we were close... that you cared about anyone but yourself. And if Wendy is smarter than she lets on she'll see how you treat people who come close to you and she'll bail on you before you have a chance to stab her in the back too.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crowne: The truth hurts. But you made one fatal mistake... in your desperation you promised me the first shot at the LONE Championship should you manage to win that. As far as I'm concerned we entered a verbal contract, recorded and aired in front of the world. I'm going to hold Jack E. Bux to that too, I'm the Number One contender now. That's the only reason why I didn't serve you to Stevenson on a silver platter backstage before your match at Power Trip, that's the only reason why I didn't take away your moment like you took away mine; because I wanted to take everything away from you myself. Your health, your career, and the one thing that truly matters to you Terri, the LONE Championship. I wanted you to recapture it after you promised me the first shot because I wanted you to feel the pain of me ripping it out of your cold, dying hands. I gave you enough rope to hang yourself with Terri, noose is on the counter; save yourself the humiliation while you still can. I'm done watching on the sidelines and I'm tired of watching other people get opportunities and not even appreciate what was handed to them and I'm done playing the humble card. Bruce Lee said it best, 'if I told you I'm good you'd say I'm bragging but if I told you I'm not you'd know I'm lying.' Whether I'm opening the show or closing it you're going to remember me and what I did and whether you're jumping on the bandwagon or running to the defense of your fraud of a hometown hero when you're watching an Alison Crowne match you are watching a human highlight reel at work. I AM The Highlight of the Night and whether I'm giving you a sixty minute classic or submitting opponents in under twenty seconds you won't be able to keep my name out of your mouth or out of your mind. So to everyone in the back, keep Chasing the Crowne and stay in my rear view mirror because you're never going to reach my level.

DIC: I have never been so turned on by Crowne in my entire life. She has FINALLY embraced her dark side, a side that she should have embraced a long time ago if you ask me.

North: You would say that. I agree that Alison is an amazing talent, hands down, but what I don’t agree with is this newfound attitude. She has never needed to be so — arrogant — she has always gotten by on her pure, unadulterated talent.

DIC: And you’re saying she won’t now?

North: I’m not saying that at all, just...

DIC: ... Just what?

"The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne vs. Hip O. Potamus

Baxter: Standing in the ring, from Gainesville, Florida, she is... ALISON CROOOOOOWWWWNNNEEE!!!!

Rolling her wrists while standing in the middle of the ring, the look on her face is stoic, so emotionless.

Baxter: And her opponent...

Walking down to the ring with a goofy smile on her face while slapping hands with the fans, Hip O. Potamus gets to the ring and enters while still continuing to smile.

Baxter: ... Hailing from the Animal Kingdom, she is, HIP O. POOOOTAMUUUUUSSSS!!!

Clinching her jaw and narrowing her eyes, Crowne looks like a woman possessed.

DIC: I have a feeling that PETA will be on our asses after tonight.

North: Why?

DIC: Because Crowne is about slaughter a Hippo.

Looking at the timekeeper, the referee signals for the bell to get this match underway.

Ding... Ding... Ding...

Darting at Hip O. with tremendous speed, Alison grabs her by the head in a Muay Thai clinch and hits a stiff knee right to her temple as Hip O. wasn’t even able to cover up because it happened so fast. Releasing the grab, Alison uses Hip O’s own body weight against her and uses her knowledge of Judo to throw Hip O. down to the canvas as she crashes down hard. Immediately locking Hip O. in the Death Note (Side Arm Triangle Choke); Hip O. immediately taps out as Crowne releases the hold and rises to her feet, looking down at Hip O. as if she’s a joke.

North: WHAT THE?

DIC: THAT WAS LESS THAN TWENTY SECONDS, NORTH! What now, huh?

North: I... Um... Well... I’m speechless but have never said that Crowne wasn’t incredibly talented.

Baxter: The winner of the match, ALISON CROOOWWWNNNEEE!!!

Post match segment

Motioning for a microphone after barely breaking a sweat, Crowne is handed one, immediately as she places it up to her mouth and keeps it short, sweet and to the point.

Crowne: Highlight. Of. The. Night.

Flashing a wink while grinning arrogantly, Alison drops the microphone down onto the canvas and quickly exits the ring as “As I am” by Dream Theater plays over the public address sound system.

DIC: North, I think I’m in love.

North: Oh lord! You do realize that she could maim you, right?

DIC: You know? I think it’d be worth it North; I really do.

North: You REALLY have problems, you know that?

Perfect Shot Promo

Opening up in the backstage area, we immediately see the beautiful blonde, “The Perfect Shot” Penelope Silven. With her head lowered currently, a lot of things are going through her head right now.

Silven: You know? Just when you think that things are taking off, that you see the light you are supposed to head to — BAM — you get blindsided by someone who you THOUGHT was your “friend”.

After using air quotes, she runs her hand through her luscious blonde hair pushing her bangs back.

Silven: I guess that’s on me, right Vixen? I guess it’s MY fault for actually trusting you, isn’t it?

Biting her bottom lip, obviously frustrated and rightfully so, she nods her head and continues to speak.

Silven: Well you see Vixen, just because you’re a bitter little girl doesn’t mean that...

Really expressing a lot of emotion right now, even pointing at the camera, from behind she is assaulted and dropped to the ground. Pummeling away at her and even stomping on her, Vixen is on fire as all Penelope can do is cover up to the best of her ability.

Vixen: Oh boo hoo, poor Penelope is sad that I finally saw the light and bailed on the one person who was holding me back.

Bending down, Vixen grabs a handful of Penelope’s blonde hair and yanks her to her feet. Holding her by the hair, with her head yanked back, Vixen gets right in her face.

Vixen: It’s because of YOU that we failed. It’s because of YOU that I didn’t get ahead when I should have and you know what you do when people get in your way, right? You ELIMINATE them!

Tossing Silven into a nearby wall, face and chest first, Silven slides down the wall and lies on the ground as Vixen smirks and looks at her handiwork. With several staff members rushing over there to break it up, Vixen screams at Penelope.

Vixen: I WILL NOT BE HELD BACK! ESPECIALLY BY A WANNABE WHO THINKS SHE’S A BAD ASS!

Leaning in and spitting down on Penelope’s body, several people pull Vixen back and others check on Silven.

Anne "Flying" Grayson vs. Ainslee Avalon

The match was going to be a fight because there had to be a winner. The camera is showing Ainslee backstage ready to go and just stretching before a chair comes flying and nails her from behind, similar to what happened in their last encounter. When the camera steps back and Ainslee is on the ground, we see Anne and as it’s there must be a winner, the bell rings.

DING DING*

Dressed in a Lamb of God sleeveless shirt and a pair of torn up jeans over her ring attire, Anne was not coming to play around. Anne grabbed Ainslee by the hair and slams her head over and over again into some of the equipment boxes.

North: Anne Grayson not dressed for a wrestling match tonight, DIC! She has come for a fight and a fight she is bringing it right away with that chair shot! Very reminiscent of their last encounter!

DIC: NO! MY GODDESS! Disqualify her! Disqualify her I say!

North: In case you’ve forgotten DIC, the stipulation with this match is that there must be a winner! So that means no count outs, no disqualifications and for all we know, the referee may allow for falls count anywhere as well! This one is going to be completely up to our official but what we do know is that anything goes!

DIC: So what?! She attacked my goddess from behind! DISQUALIFY HER!

North: Well there won’t be a DQ so you can quit getting your hopes up for that. But Ainslee is not going to take this without giving a fight back!

Ainslee starts throwing fists of her own to try and get some kind of offense after being attacked and she’s fighting back. Ainslee’s barrage of attacks are stopped shortly after an uppercut from Anne causing Ainslee to stumble back before throwing a kick up and meeting with Anne’s jaw. Ainslee holds her head before she walks back up to Anne and starts to punch her as they both stumble towards the curtain heading to the ring. The camera pans out to ringside and the curtain separates. The crowd gives a pop as Anne is thrown through the curtain and rolls down the entrance before popping up to her feet and dropkicks Ainslee.

North: This fight has started off heated right away and with Ainslee gaining some control with some hard punches but some defined back and forth action, and Grayson is able to regain control! However only for a moment and the action has finally spilled out here to ringside!

DIC: BAE! IT’S MY BAE, NORTH! SHE’S WINNING!

North: Ainslee is in control but Anne is back with that dropkick to even the odds! We knew coming into this match tonight that Anne Grayson was fed with with Ainslee. They had their last woman standing match but it ended in a draw and neither woman was satisfied, especially Anne and that’s why we got this match tonight.

DIC: DISQUALIFY HER! SHE’S HURTING BAE!

North: I wish that you’d pay attention to the rules of the match you’re calling.

DIC: Don’t tell me how to do my job! Just pay attention to Bae!

North: Well Anne busting out that dropkick took a lot out of her already and both went down heavy!

The thud was real and Ainslee was to her feet first. Reaching over the barricade, Anne grabs a chair from the crowd and waits for Ainslee to get up. As she is, Anne swings violently but misses. Ainslee swoops behind her and with a neckbreaker drops Anne to the ground. Ainslee uses the barricade to get up and starts to kick at Anne before her foot is caught after a few stomps and Anne twists Ainslee’s ankle to bring her down.

DIC: Bae dodged the chair! Grayson was trying to ruin the face of my goddess!

North: Anne came out swinging wildly with that chair she grabbed from the crowd but the shot was in fact to no avail however after a number of vicious stomps by Ainslee, Anne has managed to bring her back to the ground. We’re seeing Anne taking a lot of risks that she doesn’t normally take in this bout.

DIC: Okay, I love bae, but Grayson is free to take risks with me any time. You know she wants the DIC.

North: Im not quite sure you’d make it out of that one, DIC.

Anne makes her way into the ring rolling under the bottom and leans up against the ropes and Ainslee gets up, shaking her ankle a bit. She’s mad and looks right to the ring storming that way. It doesn’t take but a moment though before Anne lives up to her reputation and turns this into a bit more than a slugfest and with a huge diving flip over the top rope landing across Ainslee and the crowd is popping until they realize that Ainslee didn’t really go down and she just grabbed hold of Anne and they somehow got to their feet. Ainslee brings Anee to her shoulder but Anne wiggles out and when Ainslee turns around, Anne jumps, turns in the air and has a nice but mean looking and sounding kick to the side of Ainslee’s head. The crowd has been loving every bit of this.

North: I can’t believe what we just saw! Anne with that huge trademark Tope Con Hilo but being caught by Ainslee just to get out and connect with a nasty superkick! While there have been a lot of risks there is a lot of reward in this. I don’t think Ainslee was quite ready this level of Anne Grayson!

DIC: Don’t you dare speak down about my goddess! Of course she knew! There’s just an evident toying going on here to let Grayson feel confident. Just you wait and see, bae will be taking this match over and dominating like the goddess that she is! There’s nobody that can compare to the skill that Ainslee Avalon brings to the table, North, and the sooner you understand that the better off you’ll be! LONE champion in no time!

A few minutes have passed with both taking a few small shots but mostly trying to recover. There must be a winner so there couldn’t be a match stoppage. The fight has made its way back to the ring. Ainslee is dazed in the corner and Anne comes running and jumps high in the air and connects with a big Stinger Splash. Anne backs up, momentum in her favor and she rushes in for another and connects. Anne backs up going for one more but running in, Ainslee rushes out of the corner and connects a mean lariat and it turns Anne inside out. A quick cover but only two as Anne got her shoulder up.

North: Anne Grayson pulling out all of the stops with everything she does tonight but three was definitely not a charm with those Stinger Splashes because Ainslee just looked like she took her head off with a huge lariat but it still wasn’t enough! Just a two count and Anne Grayson is somehow still in this!

DIC: Cheating! I saw the ref use a slow count! Come on! Where’s the justice?! Where’s the humanity!? DO YOUR JOB REF!

North: It looked like a fair count to me, but Anne Grayson has no give in her! She wanted this!

Things were back in Ainslee’s favor with the power game, just tossing Anne around the ring. With a toss to the corner and a lariat, and another toss with another lariat, and another, Anne’s feet coming higher off the ground with each one it came down to only being a matter of time before Anne’s legs came up high enough that she slipped over the top rope to the apron and guillotined Ainslee over the top rope. Anne quickly rushes to the top and dives off looking for a crossbody block but in mid air she’s caught square in the chin with a Savage Kick by Ainslee. Another pin but only two. Ainslee can’t take it anymore and she calls to end it. With a cut throat taunt, AInslee heads outside the ring and grabs a steel chair from the time keeper and tosses it into the ring.

North: Ainslee is in full control now! A brutal Savage Kick stopping Anne’s momentum after catching that crossbody! Ainslee is calling for the end and bringing a chair into the ring. This is starting to spell disaster.

DIC: I told you, North! I told you Bae was playing with her! WHOOOOOOOOO! GO BAE!

North: If Ainslee can keep up this vicious streak, from what we’ve seen of Grayson so far she may just be able to take this.

DIC: There’s no if’s, and’s or but’s about this, North. I wish that you would pay attention to that! When Ainslee is looking down, it’s just a test. This is all part of the goddesses plan just like it has from the beginning! She baited Grayson into this match so she could demolish that pest like she is right now!

North: The match isn’t over yet and it is still anyone’s game until it’s over!

Ainslee just can’t take that she cannot put Anne down so she picks up the chair and just starts to beat up Anne nastily with it over and over again, crack and after crack until the top of the chair just breaks off. Anne is somehow still moving so Ainslee took the broken top of the chair and over and over again just starts to jab it into Anne’s head and the blood comes rushing down her face.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

North: My god! Anne’s head… it’s…. It’s completely red! The viciously repeated chair shots broke the back support off of the chair and some of that metal bent with it to create a shart enough point that Ainslee used to just jab into Anne Grayson’s head over and over again and her face is completely red! I can’t even see her face through her own blood! What a brutal sight to behold! How far is Ainslee willing to go?!

DIC: NO RULES, RIGHT NORTH?! GOOOOO BAE! Goddess Avalon to the rescue!

Realizing her face was covered in her own blood after touching her head following the attack, it looked like a fire lit under her and she started to fire back on Ainslee with a series of punches, knees and kicks but Ainslee wasn’t going to have it. She hooked Anne’s head, swooped her into the air and dropped her on her head just as fast as she hoisted her up and down right onto the chair with a nasty Brainbuster and a cover but again only 2!

North: I can’t believe this! This match… it’s insane! Anne Grayson’s busted wide open and that fire was short lived because Anne Grayson just got planted with that signature Brainbuster Suplex from Ainslee Avalon!

DIC: DISQUALIFY GRAYSON! SHE’S PAID OFF THAT REFEREE! BAE WON! BAE WON!

North: Afraid not, DIC, because somehow after everything, that fighting spirit within Anne Grayson is still keeping her alive in this and is proving it by getting that shoulder up when Ainslee was certain she had this won! I hope this match ends soon for their own safety but I’m telling you DIC, I could watch rivals go at it like this any time of the day!

DIC: BE NICE TO MY BAE!

North: I don’t think you’ve said anything remotely pertaining to this match except maybe once, DIC. You’ve been oogling over Ainslee Avalon the entire time! How I have to still be stuck with you each month is beyond me. But wait… Anne Grayson is moving! She’s moving and that blood is dripping but she’s moving!

Ainslee can’t believe it with her hands on her head, looking like she’s going to pull her hair out and arguing with the ref. While she’s doing that, Anne is slowly crawling to the ropes, blood dripping off of her head but she gets to her feet and she yells out with a battle cry almost. Ainslee turns around and BAM kick to the jaw. Followed by another, and another! Ainslee is still up but stunned, not sure where she is. Anne hooks the hammerlock and nails a picture perfect Hammerlock Northern Lights Suplex. All of this coming in one quick and fluid motion, Ainslee is getting up. Anne runs to the corner, jumps on the middle and springboards off, turning her body around and catching Ainslee’s head. Both spin around and down goes Ainslee right on top of her head. She falls over to her back and isn’t moving. Anne cries out again and goes right to Ainslee’s legs. Locking them in with the Scorpion Deathlock called Pain Redefined. Turning Ainslee over who’s out cold it looks like.

DIC: NO! This referee has been biased to our one true goddess all night! How can we allow this travesty to happen?!

North: What DIC is trying to say is that he’s taken by surprise just as much as I am because when it looked like Grayson was down and out and Avalon was giving it all the punishment that should could dish out, Anne Grayson keeps coming back and giving it more and more!

DIC: I did not say that!

North: Sure you did! It’s OK DIC, we can all feel your excitement for this one! But those rapid fire kicks into the Flying Grayson and then the Pain Redefined Scorpion Deathlock submission… we can see Ainslee struggling but there’s not much left in her to give!

DIC: Fight Bae! FIght with all you have! Don’t let this insect give you West Nile!

North: That’s a little extreme! But Ainslee is fighting, she’s trying to get to those ropes for some kind of leverage!

Anne locks it in and yells out. Her face is covered in her own blood but it looks like the bleeding stopped. The referee checks in on Ainslee after struggling just didn’t seem to be enough and now there’s not enough movement. The ref calls the match, the bell rings and “Long Way Down” plays and the crowd cheers with Anne barely able to stand.

Baxter: The winner of the match, Annne “Flyyyyiiiiiing” GRAAAYYYSOOON!

DIC: NOOOO BAE! That was highway robbery if I ever saw it. But clearly Ainslee saw it and caught onto their plan so she threw the fight! All part of the plan!

North: I don’t know how accurate that is but after the fight these two just went through, Anne Grayson certainly earned this victory tonight! What’s to come in the next chapter for these two? Only time will tell!

Gucci Gals vs. Spice and Ice

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

Baxter: The following match is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall and it is to determine the number one contenders to the LONE Tag Team Championship! Making their way to the ring, they are the team of Miss. Gucci and Prada Paula... THE GUCCI GALLLLLSSSSS!!!

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.

North: This one is a long time coming, two teams that have been at odds for months are finally colliding here tonight

DIC: For once I really don't know who to cheer for, I actually like them both!

North: What a shocker.

DIC: It's true, they both got that killer instinct that I love. Hotness all around!

Suddenly “Cinnamon Girl” by Neil Young plays over the public address sound system as both Cinnamon and Violent Violet step out onto the stage to a large chorus of boos.

Baxter: ... Coming down to the ring, they are CINNAMON AND VIOLENT VIOLET... SPICE AND IIIICEEEE!!!

Walking down the aisle and to the ring, they walk up the steel steps and step into the ring. They smirk and stand in their respective corner, waiting for the match to begin, but not before Cinnamon extends a leg forward and does a split. She starts to lean backwards and sways her arms as if she's slowly swimming backwards, before Violet takes her hand and helps her up.

North: The champions have got to have their eyes closely on this one, Jack E. Bux gave them the night off but you know No Fly Zone is going to have this one on DVR.

DIC: They better enjoy all the time off that they can because I can guarantee whoever becomes the number one contender is going to make sure their hands are full

The referee stands between the two teams who are busy jawing off at one another trading insults as the crowd is very clear that they don't like anyone in this match. The official insists that each side determines a legal woman to start the match but nobody seems to be paying him any mind. Ms. Gucci gets in Cinnamon's face as he makes the title motion around her waist indicating that her team will be the next tag team champions as Violent Violet presses her forehead into Prada Paula's as if she was trying to provoke her into making the first move. The referee gets in the middle only to be shoved around by all four women before stumbling to the side!

DIC: PETA is really going to be on us after this show. First Crowne put a Hippo down and now a zebra is being harassed!

North: Sadly there's not a whole lot he can do about it The bell never rang yet and I seriously doubt Bux wants this one thrown out before it begin.

DIC: It sucks to suck, Kev-O!

Violent Violet appears to be rather bored already waiting for someone to make a move so she just immediately lunges at both Ms. Gucci and Prada Paula, one arm going towards each connecting with a clothesline! Violent Violet drops to her knees and punches Gucci and Paula interchangably positioned between the two before she mounts Gucci and starts slugging away with heavy right and left fists. Cinnamon meanwhile delivers a sickening soccer styled kick to the ribs of Ms. Gucci several times looking to gain a little stress relief for many months worth of stress and tension as she let out a primal scream. The Gucci Gals however aren't ones to stay down very long as Paula jabs her thumbs into each of Violet's eyes and Gucci grabs Cinnamon by her top and yanks her down to the mat with her, nearly creating a wardrobe malfunction in the process! However any gossip sites and freelance photographers would be terribly disappointed as her attire remained completely in tact in what nearly became an embarrassing incident.

DIC: Oh come on! The one thing that would've made this night absolutely perfect. It's just a little bit of skin! Throw a dog a bone!

North: You know that's extremely unprofessional.

DIC: Well sorry, Mr. Prude. You know some of us aren't afraid of what lies beneath and have actually seen a...

North: Enough, enough! Are you trying to get the FCC to shut us down?

DIC: We're on PPV, Ajit Pai can't touch us. Don't take this away from me Kev...

North: Nothing happened.

DIC: It's a dream... let it live...

The referee desperately tries to pull the pairs apart from each other but gets shoved away or kicked away in the knees for his trouble as he reluctantly throws his hands up in the air as technically the match has yet to officially begin. Ms. Gucci and Cinnamon tumble outside of the ring as Violet and Paula are quick to roll out to the opposite side as well much to the official's chagrin. Violet and Paula are quick to get on their knees as they slug it out with one another in a race to be the first woman on her feet and thus claim an early advantage. Violet starts throwing wild headbutts to throw Paula off her game but quickly pays for it when Paula's elbow catches her in the chin causing her eyes to flash and widen in a split second of sudden shock, her body braced by the structure of the ring itself. Paula throws a haymaker of her own straight at Violent Violet but Violet shifts to the left causing Paula to punch nothing but what appears to be the metal frame hidden under the ring apron!

North: Ooof! I definitely heard and felt that one!

DIC: The devil may wear Prada but not protective gloves!

Violet snickers as she pops to her feet and with a fistful of hair throws Paula over the barricade and into the first row! This manages to get a pretty positive reaction from the crowd despite their distaste for both teams as this one quickly descends into an all out war. The official looks on with his hands on his hips looking absolutely powerless to bring in or establish and order to this match. His head is quick to turn however when he hears...


SMACK!


Cinnamon quickly fell down to the floor grabbing her knee as the ring steps appeared to have been displaced by her forward momentum and a grinning Ms. Gucci could be seen close by; one can reasonably assume that she moved out the way just in time. The referee quick to give both a verbal lashing but again remains powerless to enforce any sort of authority with Ms. Gucci waving him off dismissively. The referee leans over the top rope towards Ms. Gucci and Cinnamon at this point and shouts at both of them to get into the ring to make this match official. Ms. Gucci raises her eyebrow and scoffs as she reaches under the ring apron, slowly pulling out a singapore cane!

Referee: Don't you use that!

Ms. Gucci: Or what, you'll do what?!

CRACK!

Ms. Gucci cracks Cinnamon in the ribs with the weapon, payback for the rib shots she suffered moments before.

Ms. Gucci: You'll do what, big man?

CRACK! CRACK!

Ms. Gucci: You'll disqualify me?

CRACK!

Ms. Gucci: The bell hasn't even rung yet you big doofus!

CRAAAAACK!

Cinnamon takes two steps forward, wildly swings for Ms. Gucci and misses before faceplanting onto the floor.

North: Technically she's right. The referee was never able to establish a legal woman for each team and thus never called for the start of the match. Throw in an opening brawl and nothing is going to end up being official for a while. This is anarchy.

DIC: I tell you what, I like my women wild and feisty!

North: Do you have an ounce of respect for anyone at all?

DIC: What? I like all four of them! They're hot stuff! Come on Kev, I'm in a good mood tonight, don't kill my buzz.

Meanwhile Violent Violet is scattering and throwing seats around in the first few rows as security forms a human barricade to separate the fans from the action. Prada Paula tries to crawl away looking to get any form of rest amongst the frenetic pace she've been plunged into but Violet throws a chair at her back to swat her back down before she picks up another and flings it wildly as she clipped a security guard in the process. The security guard breaks rank as he gets in Violet's face urging her to be more careful. With a sick and twisted smile Violet starts headbutting the security guard repeatedly which causes him to stumble backward stunned. Prada Paula sees an opportunity and grabs one of the chairs and slams it right into the back of Violent Violet... who takes the entire hit and remains on her feet as her wicked grin grew even more as she slowly turned her head.

North: Either she didn't feel anything due to an adrenaline rush or she just loves pain...

DIC: So you're telling me whips and chains excite her?

North: WHAT?! I... I don't know... maybe?

DIC: Okay, I can get down with that.

Paula looks on with a bit of disbelief as Violet grabs a chair and swings wildly at her, Paula meets her swing with one of her own as the chairs make a very loud CLANK together.

CLANK!

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLUNK!


The two may as well have been having a duel between two warriors with chairs replacing swords and sabers. The official turns his attention to Violet and Paula at long last only to see the ensuing chaos somehow even worse on this end of the arena. He yells at both of them to immediately stop and get into the ring but both women ignore his pleas. Finally Violet disarms Paula with what can only be described to as close to a parry as you can get with a chair before knocking her to the ground with a side swing. Violent Violet then positions a few unfolded chairs together forming some sort of makeshift platform and roughly tosses Paula onto the setup. Violet then begins piling folded chair after chair on top of Paula until the only thing you could see of her body were her feet and her head before casually hopping under the barricade.

North: One has to wonder what's going through Violent Violet's head. To be honest I'm not even sure she knows.

DIC: Something violent. I hope there's some extra strength Tylenol in the back because I have a feeling they're both going to need it. Doctor DIC will take care of you, free of charge even!

North: That's a malpractice suit waiting to happen...

DIC: Hey, I took my health class when I was at the University, okay? I think I'm more qualified to practice medicine than you.

North: That's like saying Chef Boyardee is more qualified to cook a five course meal; we know that's not true.

DIC: Compared to your cooking, I'd believe it.

North: You know he doesn't exist right?

DIC: Thank you Captain Obvious. You going to tell me the Easter Bunny, Santa, and Cupid are made up too? What would you do without me?

North: I wonder that all the time... It was nice for two months anyway.

Violet digs under the ring looking for a very specific object as she tosses several bottles of water aside, several chairs, a fire extinguisher, and a bull rope complete with cowbell aside before pulling out a ladder; provoking gasps and cheers from the crowd if only for the anticipation of an impeding car crash of a spectacle.

North: I got a really bad feeling about this... I know the tag titles mean a lot to them and I know they can't stand each other but at what point does the price become too great to pay?

DIC: She wants more than a pound of flesh and a gallon of blood, that's for sure. Blood, guts, and glory right here.

Violet pulls the barricade inward towards the ring as the metal legs scrape on the floor before she positions the ladder between the barricade and edge of the ring. Violet hops onto the apron and like a woman possessed begins running on the ladder, launching her body into the air with a senton...


...she catches some impressive hang time as flashes of phones and cellphone cameras go off...


...she begins to make her descent...


NOBODY HOME! Prada Paula got out of the metal tomb of chairs and rolled off...


Violent Violet crashes hard onto concrete and scattered chairs!


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

North: Violent Violet just crashed and burned in a way I've never seen before in all my years as a commentator!

DIC: That. Was. HOT!

North: Get a grip, DIC! She could be seriously hurt!

DIC: Hey, that doesn't make it any less hot.

During the chaos on the other side of the ring Cinnamon had retreated into the ring, clutching her ribs desperately trying to catch her breath. Ms. Gucci rolls into the ring moments later to keep the pressure on her, having left the singapore cane on the outside. Ms. Gucci goes to scoop Cinnamon up only to bet met with a nasty rake to the eyes temporarily blinding her. The official turns around to see one woman from each team finally inside the ring and sees what may be his only chance to restore order immediately calls for the bell for the match to finally officially start.

DING DING

Cinnamon wastes no time going back on the attack as she swiftly tackles Gucci down to the ground and starts slamming her head repeatedly into the mat as she appeared to be haphazardly trying to strangle te life out of her with her hands wrapped around her neck Finally able to do something the official calls for a clean break, something Cinnamon promptly ignores which prompts the mandatory 5 count. Cinnamon is aware enough to know to stop at the count of 4, throwing her hands up to tell the ref to not disqualify her team before she wraps them around Gucci's neck again and resumes! The referee again counts to 4 and like clockwork Cinnamon releases again. The referee threatens to disqualify her but she pleads innocence as she presses her knee on Ms. Gucci's throat which again initiates the 5 count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

Cinnamon 'innocently' looks back and takes her knee off her throat, the crowd and the official definitely not buying her so called mistake.


North: We're finally at the official start of this match and Cinnamon is already flirting with a disqualification.

DIC: You do what you need to do. All four women as are cutthroat as they come.

Prada Paula is finally up at this point while Violent Violet is still taking a nap on the outside. Paula pulls herself over the barricade as Cinnamon sets Ms. Gucci up for the Siren's Kiss. Paula sees the ladder still propped against the apron and barricade and slides it all the way into the ring. The referee sees this and is quick to pick it up and dump it out of the ring, giving her just enough time to catch Cinnamon with a rabbit punch to save her partner. Prada Paula quickly drags Ms. Gucci over to their corner and waits for him to turn around to acknowledge Paula tagging herself in as Cinnamon slowly rolled to the ring apron.

North: You can't expect anyone to be at 100% or close to it after what they put each other through before the bell but if anyone is relatively close to 100% it's Prada Paula, she's the freshest women in this match.

DIC: Yet things could change oh so fast, but never fear, the Good Doctor is standing by!

North: I have to reiterate that DIC is not a doctor and I sincerely advise everyone to not seek medical advice from him.

DIC: Killjoy.

Paula finally manages to go on the offensive as she begins to target Cinnamon's knee, the same one that crashed at high speeds into the ring steps with a deliberate serious of stomps. Cinnamon screams in pain before Paula grabs the knee and places it on the bottom rope and crashing down on it with her body weight. Paula drags her towards the center of the ring and begins to bend her backward after placing her on her knee, wrapping her arm over her neck and tucking her head under before leaning backwards for a dragon sleeper. With a free arm Prada Paula starts hammering at the injured ribs causing Cinnamon's body to writhe and wiggle in pain, her arms outstretched for rope, help; anything to stop this pain.

North: Cinnamon is trapped in that dragon sleeper and one has to wonder how much more of this she can take. She has got to be reaching her limits right now.

DIC: She might have to tap out, she might not have a choice.

Cinnamon tries to reach back in an effort to punch Paula but either misses or fails to catch enough of her to leave a significant impact. The official asks her if she wishes to verbally submit but she responds with a clear no. The crowd, almost in a gladiatorial fashion chants for Cinnamon to tap for their entertainment. Strangely enough this seems to motivate Cinnamon to struggle to a more vertical base causing Paula to steadily lose her grip. Paula noticing the danger decides to break her own hold and kicks Cinnamon behind the bad knee to send her back down to the mat. Paula then goes to cross the legs as if she were going for a figure four leglock before flipping Cinnamon onto her stomach, locking in a figure four sharpshooter instead.

North: Prada Paula now transitions into a figure four sharpshooter; some may know this maneuver as a Texas Sharpshooter. The Texas Sharpshooter as it's called has been popularized by a world class striker out of Texas who at times incorporates this hold into his submission repertoire add another dimension to his offense.

DIC: I've seen rats have trapped in mouse traps with a better chance of getting out than being trapped in this hold. But that flexibility though...

North: It's certainly not by choice. The damage she's already taken to the knee, the pressure placed on her tender ribs after taking a beating with that singapore cane on the outside. The Texas Sharpshooter is the kind of hold that even if you do manage to escape it the damage will linger with you for the rest of the match. Somewhere I bet you that Bald Bull from Texas is smiling with pride right now.

The referee asks Cinnamon again if she wishes to quit but this time she only manages to shake her head while screaming. Prada Paula, not normally known for her submission wrestling seems to have an iron grip on the hold and doesn't appear to budge as she holds her ground despite Cinnamon attempting to crawl for the ropes. Cinnamon slams her fist hard onto the mat. She tries to crawl and crawl but barely seems to gain any ground. Cinnamon raises her hand above the mat like she was about to tap out but instead balls it into a fist and slams it on the mat in pain and frustration. Finally Cinnamon manages to roll onto her back and kick Paula off but the damage was already done as the clutched her knee and ribs interchangeably. Paula quickly rolls back to her feet and catches Cinnamon with a chick kick as soon as she returns to her feet as well, connecting with most of it she falls on top of her for the pin.

1!

Violent Violet has snuck out from under the chairs and hopped over the barricade and begins to run up the steps.

2!

Violent Violet quickly hops to the top rope and goes for a diving headbutt.

THRE-! Violet breaks the pin up, landing just in time to break the fall!

North: Where did she come from!? Violent Violet falls from the sky damn near and breaks up what seemed to be a surefire three count!

DIC: She fell from heaven, Kevin, a real fallen angel!


Violet starts hammering fists left and right on Paula as Ms. Gucci rolls back in and starts mounting and punching Violet! Cinnamon yanks Ms. Gucci off by her hair as Violet and Cinnamon then take turns wailing away on Ms. Gucci! Paula catches Violet in a choke hold and yanks back, Violet is pulled to her feet and backs up towards the turnbuckle to try to break the choke. The referee orbiting around trying to regain order gets caught in the crossfire and ends up sandwiched between Paula and the turnbuckle. Paula releases the hold and the referee faceplants straight onto the ground!

North: The ref is out! The inmates are once again running the asylum, total anarchy!

All four women make it back to their feet as fists are flying everywhere as order has completely broken down once more. Cinnamon charges at Paula near the corner with a cactus clothesline sending both women tumbling over the top rope to the outside as Violet shifts her attention to Ms. Gucci and throws a headbutt that would even make the late great Bam Bam Bigelow proud as Ms. Gucci is dazed on her feet. Ms. Gucci, jello legs and all remains on her feet and throws an elbow that catches Violet right in the chin. Violet throws another headbutt, Ms. Gucci with another elbow. Going back and forth as the crowd boos each woman.

North: Gucci, Violet, Gucci, Violet; they're going for broke right now! Prada Paula and Cinnamon are ripping each other apart on the out side yanking hair and trying to slam one another into the barricade.

DIC: Welcome to catfight central, I am your host, The D-I-C...

North: You're going to get us fired someday, you know that? We still have a match to call.

DIC: Hey, I'm doing my job here. These 4 hot mamas are fighting for the right to challenge the still hot but not as hot tag team champions.

North: I almost wish you hated one of these teams; you're more focused when you are. Wow, did I really just say that? ANYWAY with the official out there's no telling how this match will end, at this point I would get the Maine National Guard on standby if I were Jack E. Bux. There's nothing these four won't put each other through to earn that shot and capture bragging rights over the other team.

DIC: Well he's not sending the national guard but I see another zebra galloping out from the back; I wish him the best of luck trying to get in between them and restoring order.

North: Blatant disrespect aside I have to actually agree with you.

The referee slide into the ring as Violet appears to finally get the better of the exchange, whipping Ms. Gucci to the ropes as she bounces off the opposite end looking to go for a running headbutt. Ms. Gucci rebounds, so does Violet, Violet goes for the running headbutt... Ms. Gucci ducks and captures her in a cradle pinfall! The referee has no idea who's legal but drops down to count anyway!

North: Cradle pin, Gucci has Violet in a cradle pin but neither one of them are legal!

DIC: He doesn't know that, the zebra can only go off of what he can see! If the other guy wasn't sleeping on the job he'd know that!

1!

2!

3!

North: It appears to me both women's shoulders were on the mat for a three count.

DIC: I dunno, Ms. Gucci may have popped her shoulder up, or maybe Violet did. I dunno, man!

North: Neither are legal but the official believes them both to be when he came out from the back and the referee's decision is final. Unless the original referee for this match is able to come to his senses quick whatever the official saw just now will go down as official in the record books.

The official exits the ring and speaks with Baxter as the crowd waits for the official decision. After good minute or so Baxter finally lifts his microphone to make an announcement.

Baxter: I have been informed that due to both women's shoulders being on the mat for the pin for the count of 3 the result of this match is a DRAW!

North: The original ref doesn't look like he's getting up anytime soon and if I were him I'd be playing possum and let the new guy handle this one. A draw, with these kind of stake with this kind of animosity. Hell hath no fury like four women scorned.

Neither team is happy to hear that as the fighting quickly resumes on the outside and inside the ring. Security piles out from the back and in the crowd to separate the two teams as scene may as well resemble full out anarchy akin to Escape from New York. Neither North nor DIC are able to sign off to send the viewers home as they both get up and make their way to the back at the insistence of security for their own protection. The feed cuts out as the Gucci Gals and Spice and Ice fight with each other and security.