2019.03.29: PWN - LONE - LONE 21

Intro

Pyro on the stage starts to go off in the pinkish color of LONE

Braaaat! Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat...braaat!

Over at the commentary table by the stage, the iPPV cameras zoom in on Kevin North and Dexter Irving Cornelius, the LONE Commentary team.

North: Hello everyone and welcome to Supremacy: LONE 21 - Opportunity! I'm Kevin North alongside my partner Dexter Irving Cornelius.

DIC: Aka DIC! Aka Doin it Classy. Aka Mr. Alison Crowne's #1 fan. Let's not forget everybody l--

North: And what a night we have in store! We've gotten word that Gutter Trash Terri Thompson and her new partner Pretty Fay Qent have some words tonight. They'll also be in action!

DIC: What they need to be is in the showers. Lord knows Terri needs one.

North: But right now, we're going to hear from a woman we haven't heard from in a while, Ashley Lopez.

DIC: And I'll be waiting with baited breath. We should count our blessings that Ms. Lopez would even grace us with her presence tonight.

Britney Spears' "Piece of Me" plays as Ashley Lopez steps out from the curtain, a red carpet already drawn for her. She walks down the aisle holding up her hand to fans that try to touch her, pat her on the back or otherwise interact with her paying no mind or attention to them. At the end of the ramp she strikes a pose for LONE cameras as the flash goes off before sliding into the ring.

Baxter: Please welcome at this time -

Lopez snatches the microphone abruptly out of Baxter's hands and immediately shoos him out of the ring. She paces leisurely around the ring, holding the microphone like a wine glass.

Ashley Lopez: You forgot about me, didn't you?

The crowd gives her a muted negative reaction, some in the crowd booing while others maybe not be aware of her.

Ashley Lopez: I could've gone anywhere in the world to train, to make my mark and set the launching pad for a future career in Hollywood like those that have come before me, making it big in the ring before rubbing elbows with the elite of the elite. A girl has dreams, you want the finest wines and nothing but the hottest brands, designer clothes and jewels and diamonds and everything that sparkles and glimmers. So why would a California girl, a state of champions and the favored destination of anybody who's anybody uproot herself to come to a dump like Fallcoast? Money. Lots of money. Money and a lot of promises that Jack E. Bux hasn't kept. I get told to come out here, to train at the 4WA with a guaranteed spot on the roster once my training was complete. I'd be on TV, I'd be streamed live online with a worldwide audience and a cut of all merchandise I sold. Okay, I play ball, I follow along like a good girl for Bux and then I get told 'hey, it's time to debut, Here's your big shot, you're competing in the Rumble for a title shot.' I go, it doesn't go my way. Then I hear nothing.

Lopez grits her teeth, the frustration obvious in her eyes and her body language as she let out a sigh.

Ashley Lopez: So I figure I need to get noticed, I make a surprise appearance backstage sometime later and take out the trash, do the guys a little favor out of the kindness of my own heart. Nothing. Not even a thank you. I call Bux and instead I get O'Reilly saying 'You know, we don't have anything for you right now, kid.'

She spoke in a mocking and condescending gruff tone as she mocked the Head of Talent Relations.

Ashley Lopez: I show up to the 4WA and suddenly it's like I wasn't welcome anymore. You know I've heard of people being faxed or mailed pink-slips to know they've been fired and let go but either mine got lost in the mail or they just felt they could keep me sitting at home until my contract ran out. Of course they don't want you learning the ropes under them and then watch you walk to somewhere else; not if you want that sweet, sweet discount. So what am I supposed to do with no guaranteed money or downside included in my contract? When is it supposed to be my time? When am I going to get /my investment/ while Bux, Steve, and Frank are cooking the books and putting money in their pockets? What about me, what about Ashley?

The crowd gasps a collective 'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!' as Ashley allegedly shined a little light on the front office. An allegation but still enough to shine a light on several figures involved on the administrative and business side of LONE. Smart fans would know the Frank she was referring to was Frank Washington, a LONE executive that has at times made appearances on screen and filled in several times on color commentary with an extensive and notorious wrestling career of his own.

Ashley Lopez: Then a few months ago, oh that Holiday Hell was Hell. Sitting at home, watching some little ingrate taking /my/ spot, getting a LONE Championship match on her first night?! What kind of bullshit is that? What does Rook have that I don't? It can't be this gift of gab because honestly I'm not even sure if she can talk. It can't be her sense of style because mean, come on; look at her and then look at me.

Lopez runs her hands down and over her body.

Ashley Lopez: I'm a 10, she's a 5, maybe 6 at best. And that's me being extremely generous. I'm Hollywood where she's from some.... Deer Lodge in North Dakota?

She scrunches her face up at that.

Ashley Lopez: While you're busy getting tick bites at your little Molly raves out in your uncle's barn I'm in the middle of a photo shoot for a glamour magazine. Rook, you are not on my level!

Kernkraft 400's "Zombie Nation (Original Version)" plays as Rook slowly steps out and stands on the stage. The crowd is quick to shower her in praise as she's quickly becoming a fan favorite, a trend that's continuing as she crashes this pity party.

ROOK! ROOK! ROOK! ROOK! ROOK! ROOK! ROOK! ROOK! ROOK!

Rook smiles as she stands on stage, holding a microphone. She takes in all the fans cheering for her and raises her free hand up in a motion like she wants everyone to stand up and cheer louder.

When it gets to a part in the song, the fans start doing it in tune.

OOOoooO! OOOOooOOooOoo-O!-OO-OO-OO-OO!

The music dies down and Rook begins to speak.

Rook: Someone's suckin on some sour grapes. What, am I supposed to say I'm sorry for answering an open challenge? Am I supposed to be sorry for volunteering for a life changing opportunity? See, while you were sitting at home hoping for an opportunity to come your way I took the steps to be right at the door exactly when opportunity was knocking. I put in the work at the academy, I used to help put that ring together you're throwing your piss parade in; to do anything I could to show that not only was I here but that I was dedicated to what we're /all/ trying to accomplish. I got my foot in the door and I kept it there and I walked right through that door while all you did was give up and walk on home. I was a heartbeat away from making Alison Crowne tap out and capturing the LONE Championship and if I got another shot I know I could take her to the limit again and then some. I may not tick any boxes on a checklist nor do I have that 'prototypical' model look that some people search for but if you wanted an ass kicking, honey all you had to do was ask!

Rook begins to walk down to the ring as the crowd cheers, Ashley Lopez is however quick to pump the breaks.

Ashley Lopez: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who said you make the rules around here? You know, I would love nothing more than make an example out of you here tonight. I would love to have a referee waiting and standing at attention in this ring to make everything official. But that's just not in the cards tonight. When we fight, it'll be on my time. Until then you and everyone else in this run down flop house can learn to wait your turn. I've waited half a year to be standing in a ring again, you can survive a month. We're done here. Bye bye!

Lopez dropped the microphone as she exited the ring, the camera showing a section of the fan barricade replaced with a velvet rope, the same kind one would see leading to the VIP section of a club. A member of security unhooks to let her through as Rook looks on.

The Juggalettes vs. Generations (Ainslee Avalon & Anne "Flying" Grayson)

“Chicken Huntin’” by ICP suddenly begins to play over the public address sound system.

Baxter: Hailing from The Big Tent on 9th Street, they are SLAPP AND TICK L.; THE JUUUUGGALLLLETTTTTEEEESSSS!!!

Bouncing around on the stage, they quickly make their way down to the ring, mean mugging fans as they walk down the aisle. They hop up onto the apron and then enter through the top and middle rope. They begin to make hand motions as if they’re going to cut off the heads of the chickens. Laughing hysterically at their own comedy.

With The Juggalettes in the ring, “Holy Diver” plays to the speakers but no Ainslee Avalon in sight. After about 45 seconds of nothing the music is cut into “Long Way Down” by Haste the Day, Anne’s theme. About another 45 seconds have passed but there’s nothing, and neither woman has shown up.

North: DIC, I’m not sure what’s going on here but Ainslee Avalon and Anne Grayson’s music has been playing but there doesn’t seem to be any sign of them and the Juggalettes look awfully happy.

DIC: It wouldn’t surprise me if these two idiots finally did something to try and get a leg up on the competition without even trying to do it. If they’ve done anything to my queen it was because they probably tripped and fell over their own feet and caused some kind of chain reaction.

North: Say what you will about these two but they’ve been a staple of the LONE tag team division so I wouldn’t doubt what they can do in the ring but something doesn’t seem right about Ainslee and Anne not being here.

And just as Kevin North was speaking, “Cross Off” by Mark Morton feat. Chester Bennington and the crowd along with the commentators aren’t sure what to think or who the theme belongs to. Then, the screens bring up the names Ainslee Avalon and Anne Grayson. The crowd pops loud and both women in matching red and white attire step out from behind the curtain looking to be 100% on the same page.

North: I… I can’t believe what I’m seeing but it’s exactly what I hoped would happen! Over the last year we’ve seen them tear each other apart to being forced to be a team and it looks like the last few months have brought them together enough that they are completely on the same page which is not going to go over well for the Juggalettes.

DIC: I can’t believe Ainslee is actually going along with this. She’s so much better than this! GAH! This is literally, LITERALLY NORTH, putting me between a rock and a hard place. Two idiots or my queen and an idiot. THIS MATCH IS 75 PERCENT IDIOTS! This is going to take some getting used to.

Baxter: And now making their way to the ring, the team of Ainslee Avalon and Anne Grayson, Generations!

DIC: AND THEY GOT A NAME?! AAAAHHHH!

With a fist bump they make their way to the ring. Ainslee up the steps, Anne sliding in. She pops up to one knee with her arms out and Ainslee behind her with her arms crossed, staring down the Juggalettes. Anne steps to the apron letting Ainslee start things off against Tick L.. Tick L puts her dukes up ready to go at it and Ainslee is not looking impressed as they circle around and Tick L. gets a couple of taps on Ainslee but when going for another, Ainslee grabs Tick L.'s arm and uses the momentum to turn Tick L around and grabs her by the waist; With a heave, Tick L goes up and over with a German Suplex and a quick cover but only two before Tick L got her shoulder up. Ainslee helps Tick L up to her feet and into the ropes. Ainslee whips Tick L across the ring. Slapp rushes into the ring to try and get a jump on Ainslee but trips and bumps into Tick L. Tick L falls over holding her head and Slapp is on her butt also holding her head.

North: This match is starting off strong with Ainslee taking a firm control early on with a nasty looking German Suplex that Tick L is going to be feeling tomorrow.

DIC: I'd be less worries about the suplex and more worries about how somehow, some way, these two always manage to mess things up! Slapp ran in and my queen had no idea!

North: Aren't.... aren't you usually rooting for Ainslee?

DIC: I totally am! You're reading too much into it! I'm GLAD they messed up but the point is that even on their best day I don't think there's a single thing these two can do right. How in the hell were they ever tag team title contenders?!

North: When they're on their A-Game they're on it, DIC. They may seem like two ladies without a care in the world but they've been a force in the tag team division in their own right. They might not always get it right the first time but they have ways.

DIC: Just... just stop it North. They're idiots. They'd burn their own houses down and then roast marshmallows because they wouldn't know any better! I-D-I-O-T-S!

Ainslee picks up Slapp and tosses her out of the ring and Tick L takes the moment to get a quick roll up on Ainslee but only one. AInslee is quick to her feet before Tick L can even recognize what’s happening and is nailed with a knee to the face and a cover but again only two. Out on the apron Anne is wanting to get in so Ainslee brings Tick L to the corner and the tag is made. Ainslee holds Tick L in the corner from the apron and Anne springs from the bottom rope, over the top and comes in with a Jeff Hardy style of corner dropkick which drops Tick L to a seat in the corner. Anne lands on her back and rolls backwards back to her feet.

North: The tag is made and the athletic ability of Anne Grayson living up to the "Flying" nickname coming in with that huge corner dropkick! The styles of Ainslee Avalon and Anne Grayson compliment each other so well with the power and smash mouth style meeting the high risk and speed working in tandem.

DIC: My queen is just putting up with all of this. It's clear and as evident as the difference between night and day that Ainslee is just doing this to humor Grayson. The matching attire, the team name and the theme song? It all sounds like something out of the fairy tales Grayson got told growing up while my queen was ruling her throne in the Northeast! As soon as it's convenient for Ainslee, things will change. But she's not going to be humiliated by two jackasses in clown makeup that don't know their heads from a bottle of Faygo!

North: We have definitely seen The Juggalettes have better moments but they are against two women that know each other extremely well. Our sport has had a large history of things like this coming together and working out pretty well; not to mention DIC that they've had a few months now to figure it out and they are showing to be on the same page this whole way through.

DIC: How blind do you have to be to see Ainslee is leading her on?! I refuse to believe that Ainslee sees that stupid monkey you call Grayson as a real partner. At least she's not bad to look at!

With a rush to the opposite side of the ring where Slapp is getting on the apron she’s knocked off again. Anne rushes back to her corner and from half way across the ring with a hesitation dropkick. Tick L holds her chest and rolls out of the corner; Anne yells to the crowd and getting them pumped. Slapp, holding her head from earlier still is back on the apron and Tick L is able to make the tag to her partner.

North: What a hesitation dropkick from Anne Grayson! It connected perfectly and you could just feel the impact from over here! But despite that it does look like that moment of hesitation did allow for the Juggalettes to make the tag and Slapp is in the match!

DIC: The more I look at her the more I bet I could get over my dislike for clowns because she'd like her some D-I-C! And then she'd probably mess that up too! Might even try to stuff me in a tiny car. I don't do well in small spaces, North!

North: Well I don't know if you'll have anything to worry about with that one, DIC, but this fresh tag may be just what these two needed to try and take some kind of control in this match up. They are former tag contenders so there is still a chance!

DIC: They're clowns that like rap music, North. What was it Curt Henning used to say? Rap is crap!

North: I'm not entirely sure what that has to do---

DIC: RAP IS CRAP! They're idiots I guess is what I'm getting back to.

North: You really can't make up your mind about them, can you?

DIC: Yes I can. Well... wait... trick question! Yes I can! Shut up!

Slapp comes running in goes for her trademark Yakuza kick but Anne scouts it and rolls under. Slapp catches her balance after missing the kick but gets a forearm shot from Ainslee which knocks her stumbling back and turning around. Using her speed and athletic ability, Anne ran up the corner and across the top rope, jumping off half way landing on Slapp's shoulders. Using the momentum and swinging around flipping Slapp over with a hurricanrana. Slapp hard on her back, Anne then has a double legged springboard splash with a pin on Slapp. Tick L though is headed to the top and Ainslee is right here to stop her. Tick L sees her coming so she jumps off trying to hit her diving headbutt but in a rush didn’t have the right momentum and face plants hard with an OOOOOOH from the crowd.

North: And both trademark moves miss! It's almost like missing these moves has become their trademark and this is going to spell disaster!

DIC: That's what I've been saying! They can't do anything right, North! And they every second they're in there they run the chance of hurting my queen and that puppy of a partner of hers.

North: Does that mean you're taking a liking to Anne Grayson?

DIC: NO! UGH ALWAYS TWISTING MY WORDS! Ladies and gentlemen I apologize for Kevin North, I don't know how you put up with him at home. His wife especially. But if you want a good time with somebody that's not an idiot, the DIC man is always a call away!

North: That's uncalled for!

DIC: You're uncalled for! Watch the match! And no I'm not liking her! She just gets a slight amount of praise by default because Ainslee is putting up with her.

North: Well be that as it may in your opinion, these two continue to be more and more impressive each time we see them and stepping up from students to the Juggalettes was a big move for them tonight that they are handling the way that they need to. But it looks like Generations are gearing to call and end to this soon and if they are, the Juggalettes need to figure out something or they are going to be in trouble!

Ainslee is getting the five count connects the spinning russian leg sweep she calls the Excalibur on Slapp before giving Anne a cut throat taunt. At 2, Ainslee is on the apron and calling for the tag. Anne happily obliges. Ainslee comes in and holds the reverse wheelbarrow, Slapp facing the ground. Anne heads up to the top and a shooting star press leg drop crashes Slapp into the mat. Ainslee holds onto the legs and turns Tick L. over who looks like she’s had enough. Ainslee has a curved single leg boston crab locked in and starts to stomp the back of Tick L’s head until the referee calls for the bell.

Baxter: Your winners, Ainslee Avalon and Anne Grayson - GENERATIONS!

North: And that's it! That impressive double team move we've seen them use since this team started has put them three for three with victory!

DIC: Clowns can't do anything right.

North: I believe their pronouns are Juggalettes as their name suggests.

DIC: THEY'RE CLOWNS AND MY QUEEN WON! GOOOOOOOOO AINSLEE, WHOOOOO!

North: Sit back down and quit flailing your arms! We've still got a big night to go!

Post Match Promo

"Cross Off" fades down and Linda Edwards steps into the ring with a microphone approaching Anne Grayson and Ainslee Avalon who are celebrating their victory.

Linda Edwards: Ainslee, Anne, congratulations on your victory here tonight but we all know the road doesn't stop here and there's a lot of challengers in your way. The last few months we've seen you go from being forced to work together to what we saw tonight, what changed?

Ainslee: It's simple. Everybody knows we've had our differences and wanted nothing to do with each other. When Jack E. Bux put us together we were ready to kill each other but what's the one thing that everybody gets into this business to do? Win, Linda. Everybody wants to win, they want to succeed, they want to get the big one. Anne and I spent the best part of the last year giving it everything we've got against each other it clicked when we were working together that if we're going to do this, we have to work together.

Anne: Life doesn't always go your way, Linda, but what you have to do is make the best of a bad situation. That's what we did and now we're climbing the ladder and soon enough you'll be seeing us with that gold.

Linda Edwards: Well it certainly makes sense and I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we're excited to see what the two of you do next. So what's next for Generations?

Ainslee: Thought you'd never ask. There's plenty of teams in LONE but none have the experience in the business that the two of us have. We've grown up in this business; it's our life blood. So what's next? We're putting out an open challenge to any tag team on the roster. Gucci Gals, you've just been put on notice!

Anne: You wan't it? Come and get it!

Anne and Ainslee turn back to the crowd and celebrate with their music picking back up.

Pretty Trashy ("Pretty" Fay Qent & "Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson) promo

Terri: I told you, didn't I?

The titantron turns on just before the sound of Terri's voice. The camera looks as if it's held up by Terri's right arm, and standing to Terri's left is "Pretty" Fay Qent. The two are dressed in their usual ring gear, with Terri sporting her newest merch under her leather vest. Qent is doing her usual pose; her arms folded over her chest and a smirk on her face.

The two seem to be standing in a hallway in the back, in front of a concrete block wall painted white. Terri swings the camera up some, with the wall to the right of the frame and at an angle to show part of the long hallway.

Terri rests her free arm on Qent's right shoulder.

Terri: I told you it was coming. I told you somebody was upset. I told you you're going to regret all of this. Is it sinking in now? Alison, is it sinking in now? You think you've got the upper hand. You think you've taken everything away from me. You think I've got no friends around here. Now... now Qent and I have each others backs.

Qent nods her head in agreement.

Terri: I knew, I knew in our ladder match Lexi was going to pull something. So I came to Qent, with a six pack and an idea. We talked. We drank. And we came to the conclusion that the...

She raises that hand from Qent's shoulders for a moment to make air quotes with her fore and middle fingers.

Terri: "Highlight of the Night" needs to go night night. We've decided we've had enough. I've LONG decided that when you put my girlfriend in the hospital. You've once said we've known each other for so long that we know what makes each other tick. What I know makes you tick is that, well, you've never been able to beat Qent!

Qent unfolds her arms and leans forward, speaking into the camera. Terri's arm slides off of her slowly.

Qent: That's right, and I've decided I've had enough when you couldn't get my name out of your mouth. You know, as an opponent, I've had respect for you but I've lost that. I've lost that because you decided to come out there and started running down everyone in the back. I used to think you'd at least have the balls to say it to my face but look where we are now. The Karate champion can break boards, but can't break a sweat to come waltzing over to me and tell me how she REALLY feels.

Terri's eyes light up and her mouth makes an ooooo motion.

Qent: Ms. Martial Arts Queen with 5 different martial arts in her brain and belts from all colors of the rainbow doesn't have the common sense to know if you've got a problem you go to somebody and solve it. Instead you stand out there and flap your gums like some kind of RAT, which describes you well.

Terri: I like that. A rat. It fits!

Qent: Like you know me and what I've been through. You can call me a felon. Hell, I LIKE that. I like that because you and I both know I've been on the inside and here I stand today. You and I both know that you can have all of the martial arts knowledge in the world but until you've been on the inside, you don't REALLY know how to survive. You don't know what it takes, and I certainly know you don't HAVE what it takes. So come try your judo holds and your karate kicks because I have one style mastered that you know nothing about.

Terri: Prison Punishment.

Qent: Penitentiary Pounding.

Terri can't help herself and starts to laugh at that one.

Qent: Yeah, take that one how you will. None of it is pleasant.

Terri: Speaking of rats and cowards. Let's talk about Lexi Pryce. Yeah, I used to have respect for Lexi Pryce too, but that all went out the window. I remember the Lexi Pryce who went to war with Alison. I remember the Powder Keg who used to EXPLODE on the scene. I remember the Lexi Pryce who didn't give a DAMN and almost stripped naked on television. Now I see the Lexi Pryce who bows to Alison's feet and scurries away like the rodent she is when I come at her. Trust me, I know ALL about rodents. It comes with living in the gutter.

Qent: I've seen her type before. The loud ones who are always trying to prove themselves and show how crazy they are, until somebody like me comes up to them and smacks them around until they learn their place.

Terri: Ooo, just like the girls I'd see in high school who thought they were hot shot bullies until I broke their noses. The Powder Keg is going to get her fuse put out. The Highlight of the Night is gonna go night night. But not before we step out there tonight for our first match as a team. We don't care who we've got. We don't care if we respect them or not. Whoever dares to step through those ropes tonight, well let's just say to us it's just going to be beautiful.

Qent: A beautiful disaster.

Terri: Because that's what we leave in our wake, and it ain't gonna be pretty. It's gonna be

Qent: Pretty.

Terri: Trashy!

The two ball a hand into a fist, and then smack the back of their fists against each other as the titantron fades out.

Pretty Trashy vs. Homeless Hannah & Hip O. Potamus

Baxter: The following Tag Team contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

Bad Religion's White Trash (2nd Generation) starts up on the PA, leaving some fans confused as before with Generations, this music is unfamiliar to them. Suddenly Terri and Qent emerge from the gorilla curtain. The crowd roars with approval.

Baxter: On the way to the ring. Pretty Fay Qent and Gutter Trash Terri Thompson, PRETTYYYYY TRAAAAASHYYYYYYYY!

Qent stands with her arms folded across her chest while Terri moves from one side of the stage to the other, throwing her arms up slowly in the air to try and get the crowd to stand up and cheer. The two then begin walking towards ringside, slapping hands with fans. At one point Terri moves to the ringside area and leans her back against the barricade as fans begin to pat her shoulders. She turns around and asks one fan to pour some beer into her mouth. They oblige and Terri turns away and spits it in a mist up in the air before sliding into the ring, meeting Qent in a corner. The two throw up a double high five.

Ingrid Michaelson's "Spare Change" starts to play as both Homeless Hannah and Hip O. Potamus emerge from the curtain and head down the ring.

Baxter: Their opponents. HIP O. POTAMUS AND HOMELEEEEESS HANNAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Homeless Hannah appears to be munching down on a Sloppy Joe and takes some moments to ask fans for change, to which some drop some loose change in her hand. Just before they enter the ring, Hannah takes a moment to finish her sandwich.

DING DING

North: Tonight will be the first of many tests to see how Pretty Trashy function as a unit. They got enough binding them together so the desire is there but often it takes more than one night to see a team come together.

DIC: The ring is full of trash. I can smell Smelly Terri a county away and Fay Qent smells like she's started rolling in the slop with her. Hip O smells like she came from the zoo and Homeless Hannah was sleeping the dumpster earlier. What did I do to deserve this? I hate my job right now.

Terri and Hannah start off as Terri captures her in a side headlock. The Sloppy Joe sauce on her face enables Hannah to easily slip out of the hold as she captures Terri in a hammerlock, using her free hand to search her pockets for change, drawing a chuckle out of the crowd, Terri mouthing 'come on, really?' with a smile. Terri slips out of the sloppy hammerlock and counters with an arm drag, swift and crisp in execution, Hannah quickly popping back up from the mat only to walk into another one. Hannah stumbles backward holding her hands up, slapping Hip O on the chest for the tag. The behemoth steps over the ropes as Qent leans over the top rope telling Terri she wants in too. Terri tags in Qent who similarly steps inside the ring. Hip O holds her hands up looking for the test of strength and Qent quickly locks hands and fingers with her, Hip O seemingly overpowering Qent having the size and apparently the strength advantage as she presses down on her, trying to force her to a knee.

North: Hip O showcasing her impressive power right now, she realizes that she has a chance to make a name for herself.

DIC: Come on, Qent is toying with her. All she's doing is giving her fall hope.

Qent smirks as she falls to a knee before quickly getting back up, twisting her hands and wrists to begin pressing upward painfully as the tables appeared to have quickly turned. Hip O shakes her head furiously telling her to stop, Hannah screaming incoherently on the apron seeing her faith in her brute of a tag team partner swiftly evaporate into thin air. Qent kicks Hip O repeatedly in the stomach while holding onto her, pressing upwards with her palms in an effort to see what would break first, her wrists or her balance. Qent smiles as the crowd cheers her and Terri on and with a glance back to Terri Terri gives her nod of approval. Qent then swiftly transitions her hold and catches her in a delayed lift scoopslam, showing off her impressive strength to hold her in the air for several seconds as the blood rushed to her head before slamming her on the mat. Hip O arches her back in pain.

North: Impressive scoopslam by Qent. She held her up there for a few second and Hip O is by no means small or light. She has an impressive size that makes her very hard to handle and Qent is making it look frighteningly easy.

DIC: That's how you get a hernia right there. We get it, Qent. You're tough.

North: I remember a time where you were her biggest fan.

DIC: Yeah, until she went soft! The fact that she recently beat Olga is a damn tragedy! I hope Debauchee is getting better right now!

Hannah panics seeing this and rushes into the ring to try to save her partner. Terri sees this and immediately hops over the top rope to the inside and before the referee could intercept either of them hits a stinger splash on Hannah into the opposing corner, sending her to the mat instead. The referee upon seeing this decides to throw his hands up and lets them go, choosing to not intervene as Qent and Terri pick Hip O up and lift her up for a double suplex, slamming her to the mat with authority. Hannah gets up and tries to hit Terri with a clothesline but she ducks and slams her arm right into Qent's chest who doesn't even remotely appear to be phased by the move. Hannah's sense of panic grows as Terri then grapples her and immediately nails her with an atomic drop, holding her in place as Qent rebounds off the ropes and hits Hannah with the Tomahawk Chop, her signature clothesline. Hannah is nearly decapitated as she falls to the mat as Hip O tries to play dead on the mat. Neither woman is fooled as Qent scoops her up and holds her in place for a package piledriver, only for Terri to superkick Hip O right in the face before Qent hits the piledriver on her.

North: They call that combination the Beautiful Diaster. She's not getting up from that one!

Qent and Terri both cover Hip O at the same time as the referee counts 1, 2, 3!

Baxter: Here are your winners, the team of 'Pretty' Fay Qent and 'Gutter Trash' Terri Thompson... Pretty Trashy!

North: Impressive debut for Pretty Trashy as a team. Both women have already shown they're great singles wrestlers and Terri already has a resume that includes fantastic tag wrestling. It's rare when a combination like this gets together and their performance should put every tag team in the back on notice.

DIC: They can already smell them, I assure you.

Spice & Ice Promo

The feed cuts back to the backstage area as Violent Violet and Cinnamon are standing in front of a LONE banner. Linda Edwards would normally be here to interview them but she was nowhere to be found.

North: That was an impressive tag team debut for Fay Qent and Terri Thompson, but since we're on the subject of tag team wrestling we're joined at this time backstage by Violet and Cinnamon. Ladies, thank you for joining us. Normally Linda would be covering this but...

Cinnamon: We gave her the night off.

Violet smirked as she placed her fist into her open palm.

Cinnamon: She insisted on doing her job but, Violet can be pretty persuasive when she wants to be.

North: With the tag team scene murkier than ever what's next for Spice and Ice?

Cinnamon: What's next? Hello, were you not listening last month? We're the Number One Contenders, that next title shot is ours. I don't care what Chatty Cathy thinks. They can challenge us for the belts for all we care once we win them but they've been who knows where for months and we're supposed to suddenly let them cut in line upon their return?

Violet: We're the Number One Contenders, learn to love it! See, we have unfinished business with The Gucci Gals and Spice and Ice, we don't leave any stones unturned. No Fly Zone had their shot and they blew it, back of the line. Generations, Ainslee Avalon and Anne Grayson, they can't even stand one another and Daddy Big Bux is making them team; back of the line. Hip O and Homeless Hannah.... not even back of the line, parked in catering. Juggalettes, back of the line. Pretty Trashy; Terri 'Wendy's Care Provider' 'Ole Glass Neck's Girlfriend' Thompson and 'Big Felon' Fay Qent, Back. Of. The Line. The line starts with us in the front and everyone else is n the back! So maybe the Scary Sisters Sorority should take a number and wait in line before they hurt themselves.

Cinnamon: And if anyone has a problem with that, we're not hard to find. We're the premiere tag team in the-

Kayoko and Felicia attack them from each side in a pincer, as fists and kicks fly everywhere. Kayoko grabs a hold of Violet's hair trying to yank it out at the roots as she was screaming in Japanese.

North: We're going to need security, security to the backstage!

As North calls for security from the table the team is quick to rush to the scene trying to pull them a part, and whether it was scratching or clawing, biting, punching, kicking, you name it they were trying to do it to one another. After a minute of utter anarchy in the back security finally separates the two teams, each woman trying to reach out and break free as the action returns to ringside.

Stitches w/Sister Catherine vs. Prada Paula w/Ms. Gucci

With silence from the crowd, the lights in the arena suddenly turn to a very dark red color as “I’m damned” by Vampira with Satan’s Cheerleaders plays over the public address sound system. Walking out onto the stage with the Holy Bible in hand, Sister Catherine stands on the stage looking on with a sadistic grin curled along her lips. The camera takes a moment to focus on a fan holding up a sign in crimson font that reads Proverbs 8:13 Walking down the aisle very slowly, Sister Catherine keeps the Bible clutched to her chest. Stitches walks behind her with her head hung low.

Baxter: Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Sister Catherine, she is... STIIIIIIIIIIITCHEEEEEEEEEEEEES!

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

“Gucci Gang” by Lil' Pump 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: Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Miss. Gucci she is... PRADAAAAAAAAAAAA PAULAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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.

DING DING

Stitches walks around slowly with a demented grin on her face as she stares at Paula who appears to be genuinely creeped out. Paula steps forward and throws a punch at her, Stitches only laughing as she flinches back before stiffening her body back up. Paula shoots a worried glance over to Miss Gucci before throwing a harder punch at Stitches who against stumbles back and laughs even more. Paula finally just takes her shot with a Chick Kick, hitting a standing target and sending Stitches back to the mat. Paula immediately starts shouting trash at Stitches before turning backward to Miss Gucci. The referee appears rather confused on whether or not to rule this a technical knockout for her own safety as Stitches isn't moving at all after the kick.

North: One has to genuinely wonder if Stitches is playing mind games here or if she's truly got a screw loose.

DIC: Normally I find crazy to be H-O-T but when you got that freak Cathy over there humming hymns dressed like the bride of Dracula it really kills the mood. I know Paula's got this though, she's a tag champion for a reason!

Sister Catherine clasps her hands together in prayer, chanting what may possibly be a prayer in Latin as Paula and Miss Gucci continue to gloat at Stitches expense. Slowly Stitches sits up, the grin still frozen on her face, she slowly rises to her feet as Paula turns around and immediately turns pale, Stitches unleashing a banshee's scream before slapping her foe repeatedly with knife-edged chops. The chops slowly give way to elbows, to fists, to knees before Paula is beaten back against the ropes. Miss Gucci panics and tries grab her friend by the leg to pull her to the outside but it was already too late, Stitches wrapped her arms around Paula and began to repeatedly bite on her forehead! The referee's attention is split in two with Miss Gucci's arm around Paula's leg while Stitches bites away on her forehead and he decides to count at /both/ of them for a 5 count to release!

1!

2!

3!

4!

FI-

They both let go at around the same time but Miss Gucci holds on a split second longer, inadvertently sending Paula face first on the mat! Throughout it all Sister Catherine was still praying!

North: Stitches is roaring back, all after a prayer by Sister Catherine. Not sure how much of that I can chalk up to a coincidence.

DIC: It is a coincidence, what you think she's some faith healer or something? Is she going to make little Timmy be able to open his eyes by slapping him on the head next? Listen to yourself.

North: I'm just saying, the timing is impeccable. Maybe it's something they've practiced but normally that kick puts people down and keeps them there. Sister Catherine either way has some kind of hold over Stitches.

Paula quickly rolls away to the outside as Miss Gucci puts an arm around her and tries to console her. Stitches pursues them relentlessly as she makes a swift exit from the ring. Stitches chases the both of them around the ring, the Gucci Gals see the praying Sister Catherine and quickly the run past her only to shove her in Stitches path knocking them both down. Paula darts back into the ring as Stitches chases her back in only for Paula to catch her with a low dropkick to the face. Miss Gucci finally makes it back to the other side of the ring as Sister Catherine gets up, barring her fangs in her direction.

North: That's probably the only warning you're ever going to get out of Sister Catherine.

DIC: She should've gotten out of the way, that's her own damn fault!

Prada Paula quickly catches Stitches in a headlock, using one arm to hold her in place while punching her forehead repeatedly with her free hand. Stitches slips out and catches her in an armbar on the mat, trying to yank her arm out of socket. Paula kicks her feet furiously on the mat trying to leverage her body out, and manages to arch her body be just enough to flip Stitches onto her back with the hold still locked in. The referee counts... 1....2.....Stitches lets go of the hold just in time!

North: Risky strategy by Prada Paula but that was enough to make Stitches break the hold. Stitches could've easily transitioned that into an even more devastating hold if she was a bit more polished on the ground.

DIC: But she isn't. Paula knew exactly where she was in the ring and she took a very calculated gamble.

Paula cradles her arm as she sits up, nursing her wound for just a moment before twisting her body around and dropping an elbow right on the bridge of Stitches nose, an elbow she drops several more times in quick succession. Stitches groans on the mat trying to cover up her face. Paula rolls her over onto her stomach as she returns to a vertical base, squatting down and clinching Stitches by the chin,lifting and pulling backwards as she debuted a new submission, the Designer Recliner, a variation of the camel clutch submission hold made famous by the Iron Sheik and Scott Steiner as the Steiner Recliner!

North: That's the Designer Recliner! I've heard that she's been working on adding a new move into her arsenal and what's the perfect time to go for it. Many proud men and women have tapped out or passed out to that move over the years.

DIC: She's done, Kev-O, DONE! That's a one way trip to Dreamstreet, USA baybay!

Stitches tries to reach for the ropes but doesn't make much progress as Paula had an iron grip on her foe. Miss Gucci cheers her partner on from ringside as Sister Catherine bows her head and clasps her hands together again. The referee checks on Stitches, asking if she wants to quit as she slowly shook her head, appearing to be fading fast. Paula leans back even further as she was seemingly trying to snap her in half, Stitches body going limp. The referee goes to check her hand as it begins to fall limp before her fist clinches and her eyes shoot back open. Paula's eyes go wide as she feels Stitches body comes back to life again as Stitches forces herself back to her feet. Paula clings on for dear life, trying to transition to a rear naked choke but Stitches scoops her legs up and backs up at full speed into the corner, catching the referee in the process!

North: Somehow, someway Stitches powered out of that and again it was as Sister Catherine was praying!

DIC: Yeah, but the zebra wasn't so lucky! Stupid Stitches might've just done more harm than good in her case to win the match! Now the tag team champions get to operate in their environment, this changes everything!

Paula slumps against the corner as Stitches stumbles forward and shakes her head before throwing it back and laughing. Miss Gucci slides into the ring and immediately blindsides Stitches, knocking her towards the ropes as Paula swiftly joins her in the two on one assault. Stitches screams and latches onto Miss Gucci and begins to gnaw on her forehead, using her body as a shield against Paula as Miss Gucci frantically tries to pull her off. Paula also tries to do the same as she gets a little more than she bargained for as she lets go of Miss Gucci and latches onto Paula as she goes for another snack on her forehead! Miss Gucci grabs a fistful of hair and forcibly pries her off and grabs her in a full nelson hold. Paula tells Miss Gucci to hold her in place as she looks to hit the Chick Kick once again. Sister Catherine breaks her prayer and slides into the ring and sprays the red mist into Paula's eyes!

North: Red Mist! Red Mist!

DIC: Somebody get her out of here!

Miss Gucci lets go as she lunges at Sister Catherine, who darts out of the ring with incredible speed out of harm's way. Stitches throws her head back and laughs some more as Miss Gucci tries to check on Paula, but blinded Paula shoves her back and hits her with a Chick Kick! Miss Gucci collapses to the mat as Stitches reaches out and applies the mandible claw on Paula, reaching and sticking her fingers down her mouth! Stitches eases Paula to the ground with the hold locked in, her resistance fades fast as she lays limp. The referee slowly comes to seeing this and seeing Paula's shoulders down to the mat counts. 1...2....3!

Baxter: Here is your winner... Stitches!

Stitches lets the hold go after a few more moments, crawling out of the ring and over to Sister Catherine as the tag team champions lay unconscious in the ring.

North: In the end The Damned had this one and Spice and Ice can say whatever they want but a pinfall victory puts The Damned in the driver's seat for the next title match.

DIC: This shouldn't count! Paula was manipulated into striking her partner; she couldn't see! That's a safety violation! The Gucci Gals were robbed!

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