2019.01.25: PWN - LONE - LONE 19

Intro

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

Vixen nonchalantly walks to the ring trying to ignore the fans as she rolls in and moves to the opposite side of the ring, motioning for a stage hand to give her a microphone.

North: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to another edition of LONE Supremacy! I'm Kevin North and tonight I'm joined by Frank Washington here at commentary.

Washington: Glad to be back for round 2! DIC is currently recuperating from the events of last month. We here at LONE wish him a full recovery. That being said, I've always felt at home sitting at the table and as long as you'll have me here I'm happy to step in.

North: Tonight we have another exciting card in store for you. Ainslee and Anne will be in action for the first time as a team, Qent and Olga are set to clash looking to resolve their differences once and for all, and we'll be hearing from the LONE Champion Alison Crowne sometime tonight. But first we're going to hear from Vixen.

Washington: It'll be interesting to hear what's on Vixen's mind. She's normally one of few words, letting her actions speak for her.

Vixen casually holds a microphone in her hand as she listens to the crowd booing her. She seems rather apathetic, almost as if she was out there because she had to be. As the crowd quiets down she raises the microphone up.

Vixen: Fickle. Every single one of you are fickle.

She points out to the crowd as if she was singling people out of the crowd.

Vixen: You look at society and with each passing day the glass cracks just a little further, the gears of time grind a little harder, a little slower. You see everything falling apart around you and yet...

Vixen pauses as she exhales a sigh as her eyes were pointed down at the ground.

Vixen: Yet, everyone finds a way to make somebody else feel their faces a just a little more pressed into the dirt. They see someone having a bad day and they go out of their way to make it worse. People profit off of misery without stopping to think of how their victims might feel. Money makes the world go 'round.

Vixen twirls her finger in the air in a loop.

Vixen: All I wanted to do was have fun, to put smiles on peoples faces. That's all I ever wanted to do. I played little harmless pranks, I turned the joke right back on those that would laugh and snicker at others and you people LOVED it! You people made me feel loved, accepted... for the first time in my life I felt like I belonged. I won a few matches that people didn't quite expect, I don't know maybe I wasn't /supposed/ to, but I did anyway. The bright eyed and bushy tailed rookie was making a big splash, the sky seemed to be the limit! So what does Jack E. Bux do? He puts me in a dead end tag team with a joke of a partner. 'Perfect Shot', yeah, the only shot you ever hit dead on was sending my career into a tailspin. But we were friends outside the ring, I felt that with that kind of bond that we had that we'd work harder for each other, to lift one another up! We were going to be champions together! We were going to put everybody on notice while giving everyone a show!

Vixen gets a little animated as her eyes dart up, her arms spreading wide and open. For a moment a glint of hope shimmered in her eye before dying just a swiftly, the apathy back with a vengeance.

Vixen: Yet you were always late. You were always late because you just had to be /everything/, an ace pilot, an ace attorney, the top reviewer on Yelp, a YouTube star, a spokeswoman for Finnish Electronics. And yet you spread yourself so far that you've failed at every single one of them! You try something until you get bored of it only to later on forget you tried it and make another run. Penelope Silven has the attention span of a goldfish and the memory to boot! I mean come on, I may only be a year removed from high school but at least I'm not casually dropping Tide pods while stumbling through life!

So I see that this isn't working, that something needs to change because this deranged lunatic is making this a 'job' instead of just going out there and having fun. Not that I owed any of /you/ an explanation for my actions but I had to do what was right for me so I could go back to wrestling my kind of matches, to entertaining all of /you/! I cut the dead weight, I make /one/ small decision for myself and suddenly I'm the villain?! I'm the bad guy?! How did this happen?!

Vixen was nearly shouting as she delivered her last few lines as that apathy was slowly giving way to anger and resentment.

Vixen: You people saw the joy draining from my eyes, you knew I was slowly dying inside so you grabbed me by the head and shoved my face further into the mud!You saw I was down and you kicked me and then kicked me again harder for good measure! How can one action erase all the smiles I made? How can one act remove a world of joy I gave from the goodness of my heart, all to make this dreary world just a little brighter? Oh yeah, go ahead and boo me. Boo me. Because I know if one of the skeletons hanging in your closet ever came to light they'll turn on your just as soon as they did to me.

I keep on trying to move on; but I can't. I can't because Silven keeps poking her head back into view. I put her away and she pops back up again looking for more. I just want to move on! Then Hannah Kix decides to kick me while I'm picking myself back up. Hannah, I know you want a shot at the LONE Championship; that you feel like you deserve it after everything you've done. But what about me, what about Vixen?! I wasn't your enemy! What makes you and your accomplishments worth more than mine?! Because you weren't stuck in a dead end team?! Is that it? Oh, it's because your some legit badass kickboxer? Is that it? Is Jack E. Bux trying to run a wrestling version of PRIDE Fighting Championships? In bed with Yakuza fixing fights and cultivating a certain image of top girls while keeping people like me with my head barely above water and slowly drowning? Are the Northside Queens going to drop in from a helicopter and rob everyone blind if someone like me successfully punched above their weight class? You owe em money, that's it, isn't it?!

Vixen appeared a little deranged as she spoke faster, the stress, the anger and the bubbling resentment finally rushing to the surface after having been bottled up for so long.

Vixen: I am just as good as Hannah Kix and I'm going to prove it! I'm going to prove it and all of your are going to sit there and gasp with your jaws hanging open! I'm going to beat Ami Reeves here tonight, I'm going to start and end a saga with her in one night when it took you half a year! Then you'll see, you'll all see!

Vixen vs. Ami Reeves

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.

Baxter: And introducing her opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts... Ami Reeves!

North: Vixen is definitely looking to send a message but she might be biting off more than she can chew here with Ami Reeves.

Washington: Don't let the fact that Hannah Kix prevailed in their rivalry fool you, Ami Reeves is an amazing competitor with a very impressive background to match. This is going to be a big test for Vixen here, but with a victory she could find herself rapidly ascending up the ranks of LONE.

DING DING

Vixen aggressively darts at Reeves, swinging wildly and undisciplined as she was throwing every bit of anger and frustration into her strikes. Some miss while others appear to be almost a little too on point as they draw loud, audible SMACKs and everything in between. Reeves is pressed up towards the ropes as the referee calls for a clean break. Vixen instead starts driving her knees repeatedly into Reeves' midsection over and over again. The referee calls for a clean break.

1!

2!

3!

4!

Vixen throws her hands up and backs off before pie facing Reeves as she tries to pull herself back up and off the ropes. Reeves responds with a few kicks of her own, hers being much more disciplined and precise as she targeted the legs and midsection.

North: Very back and forth action here early on. We got a big contrast in styles here as Vixen is going very wild and aggressive while Ami is picking her spots and striking with precision.

Washington: It's a very interesting gamble, Kevin. Vixen is swinging with careless abandon, she's got tremendous knockout potential, but she's going to wear herself out fast. Ami meanwhile is conserving her energy and will have the advantage the longer this match goes.

Vixen stumbles back from the strikes but manages to duck a swift kick aimed to the temple and uses this as an opportunity to hit Reeves with a takedown while unbalanced. Vixen tries to wrap her arms around her neck to transition to a choke but Reeves managed to block the attempt by moving her body and using her hands to block her arm from going completely around her neck. Vixen however sees this strategy for what it is and she bites Reeves' hand!

North: Completely illegal and unnecessary!

Washington: Sometimes the ring is all about survival, I get it. She's not going to earn the respect and adoration of her peers doing that but you do what you must. Vixen better watch it though, she's running a very high risk of getting disqualified in a hurry with that.

The referee threatens Vixen with disqualification as she bites Reeves again! Vixen however abandons the submission attempt despite forcing Reeves to draw her hands away. Vixen drives a running boot into her face before pivoting and hitting what could be considered a 'lazy springboard' moonsault by simply letting her legs bounce off the top rope as her body flipped backward and over with the splash connecting. Vixen quickly goes for the pin. 1, 2, KICKOUT!

North: Vixen almost had her with the springboard moonsault.

Washington: Not much effort on the moonsault but it connected with the force she needed. It wasn't pretty but it nearly got the job done

Vixen grits her teeth at the two count and yanks Reeves back to her feet by her hair, dragging her to the ropes and repeatedly running her foe's face against the top rope like she was putting her through a cheese grater, slapping her in the face upon turning her over and tangling her up in the ropes, using the top and the middle to hold Reeves captive and in place by her arms. The referee immediately calls for another break to free Reeves. Vixen just begins to chop repeatedly at Reeves' chest for all she's worth, SMACK after SMACK turning it red in a hurry. Reeves tries to defend herself by kicking her feet but Vixen easily maneuvered around them, sidestepping them as she continued her assault. The referee shouts one last verbal warning at Vixen to stop, the next time resulting in a disqualification. Vixen backs up almost as if she was about to comply but then she charges full force at Reeves!

North: Vixen has Ami tied up in the ropes. She's going to get disqualified if she connects!

Washington: I don't think she cares at this point Kevin, she's more concerned with being the only woman left standing!

Reeves manages to finally slip free and immediately drops down the the mat as the ropes rebound and untangle with Vixen colliding into the top rope, the rope catching her squarely in the throat!

North: Reeves got free and Vixen nearly decapitated herself on the top rope!

Washington: That hurts just watching it from over here. That's how you end up spending a night in the iron lung.

Reeves clutches her chest on the mat for a moment before pulling herself up. With Vixen still stunned Reeves shoots a roundhouse kick straight to the head, connecting! Reeves then pivots on her foot and swings back in the opposite direction with the same leg, the soles of her boot catching Vixen on the jaw and sending her down to the mat. Reeves falls on top of her for the cover. 1, 2... 3!

Baxter: Here is your winner, Ami Reeves!

North: What a win by Ami Reeves. What a one-two kick combination!

Washington: Ami Reeves can win a match out of nowhere and sometimes it pays to be more disciplined than your opponent. Great bounce back victory.

Backstage Segment: No Fly Zone

The action shifts to an indoor skate park as the sounds of wheels skating and clacking of boards and bicycle pegs grinding on rails filled the facility. As the camera pans through the expansive park, the rails, ramps, half pipes; you name it and it was probably there, the camera slowly begins to focus on “Fly” Felicia Hawkins and Kayoko Ichikawa standing at the top of a half pipe. They both held onto identical NFZ skateboards with their logo decked out on the deck with purple and yellow wheels.

Felicia: You know, I wish we could be standing here right now in the LONE Arena with the tag team championships around our waists. I wish we could be out there putting on the best tag action in the game today. There's a lot of things I wish we /could/ be doing right now.

She paused as she stared into the camera with Kayoko by her side. Neither woman appeared to be thrilled or excited, but behind that disappointment in their eyes was a ravenous hunger. An appetite for the gold, to prove why they're the best tag team in the game. They both appeared to be like a pair of QBs waiting for the coach to put them back in the game only to never hear their numbers called. Ticking time bombs jam packed with emotion.

Felicia: I get it, I do. Sometimes you lose without ever having your shoulders pinned to the mat. The Gucci Gals took advantage of a situation and seized the prize. It is what it is, I can't stand here and say they didn't get it done when almost everything was fair game. But!

She raised her index finger before pointing it straight at the camera, as if she was addressing someone or something in the room.

Felicia: As the former champs we're contractually guaranteed a rematch. One shot. Other than that, nothing is guaranteed and when you hold that belt you're always a target; always trying to prove that you deserve your spot. LONE deserves fighting champions; women that'll go out there on any given night and be willing to throw their chips down and go all in. Win, lose, or draw that's what the No Fly Zone is all about; what we've always been about and what we'll /always/ be about. Kayoko and I only know one gear; call our number and we'll face anybody.

Kayoko nods emphatically.

Felicia: But that's just the problem; we haven't been called. The last few months after losing the belts we've been sitting home waiting for our opportunity, not even just for the belt but to go out there and entertain everyone. Get a text, a little smiling emoji telling us that we're free to do what we want this month. Free to go out, go on vacation, drive down the interstate and drum up a little more excitement and outreach. It's easy to sit on the couch with some Netflix and a tub of ice cream; hang out with our good friends Ben and Jerry and become complacent; satisfied that we still even have a job.

The camera pans over to Kayoko who's sneaking a few spoonfuls of rocky road out in a small personal container. One could assume she had it hiding under her skateboard. Felicia glances over and motions for the ice cream.

Felicia: Hey, you holding out on me? Hook me up a scoop!

Kayoko darts her eyes and once she finds out she's caught gives a sheepish grin and offers her a spoonful, which Felicia has no problems taking. The two grinned at one another showing a lighter side of an otherwise emotional video shoot.

Felicia: But that's not what we're about. If you're satisfied, if you're happy with where you're at you're never going to have a reason to dig down deep and reach higher for that brass ring in the sky. I mean look at Frankie Cocheese. Look at Cocheese. During his career that man was never satisfied. Always hungry, always looking to put more stacks and stacks on his table whether he was the world heavyweight champion, tag team champion, or mowing people down with his world famous Toe Tagger. That man was never satisfied, never happy and he wanted to leave no doubt in anybody's mind that he was the best! Now, that doesn't mean either of us have to have a perpetual scowl, angry at the world but if you don't have that burning fire, that raging inferno right here, then why are you here?!

Felicia jabbed her index finger into her chest emphatically several times over her heart.

Felicia: So sorry, Jack E Bux. I'm sorry about your troubles, sorry about your ankle and I'm sorry you got two women that are running around like hell on wheels but we need to get fed, too! We want the gold, we want the tag team titles! So you better buckle up tight, because we're ready to fly!

With that both women drop their boards, letting the tail end rest on the lip of the half pipe, leaning forward they descend at a rapid pace down the pipe, coming up to the other end both women launch into the air with incredible height, the video package fading out.