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!

"The Powderkeg" Lexi Pryce w/"The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne vs. Rook

The lights dim as “As I Am” by Dream Theater hits the arena. The crowd erupts into a torrent of deafening boos as the spotlight shines on the stage in front of the curtain. Slowly Alison Crowne emerges wearing a pair of black sweats with a white stripe going down the sides and her infamous “I BROKE WENDY'S NECK” shirt, tonight she isn't dressed to compete. With the belt resting on her shoulder she has a noticeable limp in her step, not completely recovered from her ladder match last month. Closely followed behind her was Lexi Pryce.

DIC: Here she comes, here comes the Champion! Still number one!

North: She may still be the champion but she had an awful lot of help from Lexi at the very end. Terri had Alison's number at various points including when she busted her open on the latter and neutralized her arm. As everyone who's watching at home or live will see in case they missed it.

DIC: Don't you dare show that footage!

LONE 20

With Alison needing to hold onto the ladder with her left arm as best as she could this time she was unable to use her superior technique and training to overcome the disadvantage of fighting with one arm, Terri was able to get the best of her with Alison's body finally slumping forward at the top of the ladder. Terri climbs up one more rung and hooks Alison's head under her arm, climbing up once more.

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

DIC: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Terri lifts Alison up while on top of the ladder, hooking the leg as she falls backward as Terri hits an Avalanche Fisherman Buster from the top of the ladder to the mat inside the ring! Alison crumbles motionless to the mat while Terri rolls away and towards the ropes.

DIC: She could've killed our Queen there! But justice would be served and they can roll this next clip on repeat and I'll never get tired of it!

Meanwhile as this happens the camera pans back to the Cadillac still sitting at the top of the entrance aisle, the driver's side door opens as Lexi Pryce steps out wearing a driver's hat. Lexi tosses the hat aside and makes her way down to the ring as the crowd boos her mercilessly.

North: It's that damn Lexi Pryce! She still hasn't been cleared by the LONE medical team so she's still by all rights suspended!

DIC: Here comes the ace in the hole, the shining knight to deliver us from a fate worse than death! The cavalry has arrived!

Terri is finally to the top of the ladder as she begins to reach for the strap, Lexi rushes to the other side of the ladder, and begins to lift it, tipping it backward causing Terri to fall and crash to the outside of the ring!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

North: Not this way! Not this way! Dammit, dammit all to hell!

DIC: THANK YOU LEXI! THANK YOU!

North: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The crowd is incredibly angry as Lexi grins mischievously and places the ladder back at a level standing. She then helps Alison get up, who appears to barely be conscious by this point, patting her on the back and pointing to the ladder. Alison groggily and very slowly climbs the ladder, taking as much time as she needs as she eventually reaches the top and yanks down on the strap,unbuckling it and freeing it from the hook.

Baxter: Here is your winner... and STILL Ladies Of New England Champion... The Highlight of the Night... Alison Crowne!

North: For the second time the devil herself and her profane intervention has robbed Terri of the title and kept the belt in Alison Crowne's clutches!

DIC: The devil is an angel all the same, fallen or not! And this angel just saved us all!

Alison clutches the belt in her hand as she manages to barely hang onto the ladder, her face covered in her own sweat and blood, her white attire also stained in her own blood as she lifts the belt up in the air.

By the time the replays end they've both made their ways to the ring, microphones in hand as the crowd jeers and heckles the both of them.

YOU SCREWED TERRI! YOU SCREWED TERRI! YOU SCREWED TERRI! YOU SCREWED TERRI! YOU SCREWED TERRI!

Alison: I? I screwed Terri? Terri screwed Terri, let's not get it twisted now.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Alison: She wanted another shot at The Highlight of the Night and no doubt about it that she had to of lobbied for a ladder match of all things. I mean look at her, wrestling with reckless abandon, stuffing her face with junk food; I've seen her fridge, and smoking her little death sticks like a chimney, she'll probably have lung cancer by the time she's 30. I mean she doesn't care about her body or her health and if you won't take my word for it just go watch a Terri Thompson match, just pick one. Any one. But she'd never pass up an opportunity to deflect the blame or punish a former friend for having the audacity to see her for who she truly is and I'm sure if Bux didn't have to deal with high insurance rates he would've made it a Taipei Death Match instead. Taped fists, dipped in glue and shards of glass. Barbed wire ropes for good measure, and detonation charges under the ring. Because that's the only way she'd have a snowball's chance in hell of beating me, with the deck stacked ridiculously in her favor and you know what... I /STILL/ beat her anyway!

NO YOU DIDN'T! CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP NO YOU DIDN'T! CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP NO YOU DIDN'T! CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP NO YOU DIDN'T! CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP NO YOU DIDN'T! CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP NO YOU DIDN'T! CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

Alison: Excuse me, who's the LONE Champion again? Who has only one pinfall loss on her record in LONE? Who's that has never tapped out? Who's the one with a 3-0 record in MMA? Do any of you fit that description? Please, come in. Security, let whoever fits that over the barricade and into the ring, please!

Alison sits on the middle rope motioning for anyone brave enough and while plenty of people posture and yell nobody crosses the barrier.

Alison: That's right, I'd treat you just like Wendy and I'd do it with full legal protections because when you're on /my/ side of the fence? I have the right to defend myself in any way that I see fit and this lethal weapon doesn't have a safety switch. And I /know/ with Lexi the safety's always off!

Lexi nods with a sick and twisted grin.

Alison: But Terri... Terri, Terri, Terri... You can't do anything half-way can you? It wasn't bad enough that you destroyed our friendship, betrayed my trust and tried to use me to keep you in the spotlight and on top, no. That'd be enough for anyone else, to hand a knife to your former best friend and then cry foul when they stab you in the chest after you stabbed them in the back first but you really went /there/ didn't you? I mean, it makes perfect sense now! The one thing I've always wondered was the reason why you didn't have my back and left me for dead and I always thought it was this gorgeous championship resting on my shoulder. And I'm sure that was a big part of it, in fact I know it was. But you've been friends with Fay Qent this entire time! The same felon that jumped me month after month and broke my damn nose, that Fay Qent. I thought it was strange that she always seemed to know where I'd be in the arena at any given moment to set the perfect ambush and honestly I thought I might've been stalked but you were the rat feeding her intel!

'But no Alison, I would've never have done that to you! I was your best friend and I had more respect for you than that, I was busy with Glorious One! Stevenson put that bullshit in your head! I swear it wasn't me, I swear on my alcoholic grandfather's grave!'

Alison sneered as she delivered her best impression of Terri Thompson.

Alison: As you say driving to the arena with Qent in your clown car of lies! Stop blaming Stevenson, stop blaming other people; stop blaming /me/ for the butterfly effect you put into motion! The only thing you've ever done for me was make me open my eyes and see things for how they really are. But you're fresh out of chances now; with me, with the LONE Championship, and in the spotlight. The clock has struck midnight and all the glitter and glamour has turned to sawdust and filthy rags; I shattered the illusion of Terri Thompson... I exposed you as the miscreant you always have been and always will be. But don't worry, when we -

She points to herself and Lexi,

Alison: Take LONE global, when we get fitted for our hall of fame rings and sit down to film for our 30 for 30 documentary we'll give you a one sentence shout out. We'll plug your latest GoFundMe to help you and Wendy afford a new wheelchair ramp for your double wide so the two of you and your broken necks can get in and out for your monthly trip to the welfare office.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Alison: With that being said, Terri, I'm offering you a one-time pass out of my life. Take all that garbage you said earlier tonight, ball it up and toss it in the trash. Turn around and leave. Stay out of my way, stay out of my sight, and don't ever cross my path again. Walk away while you can. Take the one dream you have left in your life and run towards it and far away from here. Because if you don't... well I'll make sure you never get to see or hear those heavenly little wedding bells your heart longs for; I'll make sure you never get to walk to that altar to say those vows surrounded by your friends and family. To be denied that kiss as you and Wendy become one under heaven and under the law. I will take every single thing away from you that you have left and I'll rip it away from you one by one just to watch you suffer... to make you /beg/ me to make it all stop. You will find out that Dick Slender's got nothing on me.

Amongst all the boos some shocked gasps come from a segment of the crowd as she just made a reference to the boss of Super Fire Pro Wrestling Special for the Super Famicom. A game that despite never being released in the west has gained a fair amount of notoriety on wrestling sites and YouTube for the grim and controversial plot of the game. For those that do get it, they vocally let Alison Crowne know which seems to get a knowing albeit smug grin out of her. Lexi begins to raise her microphone, finally ready to speak only to immediately be cut off by “Fame” by David Bowie. Jack E. Bux powerwalks on his way to the ring, his ankle finally healed enough to be close to 100%.

Bux: Cut the music, cut it. Cut it!

BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX! BUX!

Bux: This is starting to become a routine, isn't it? The two of you come out here, you talk or...

Bux glares over at Lexi.

Bux: You don't. You put your hands on my officials, my medical staff... on /me/ and you go out of your way trying to cripple and maim your colleagues like the two of you are on a personal two-woman power trip thinking you can do whatever the hell you want. Lexi, honestly you're not even supposed to be here, not last month or this, you're still technically suspended. Quite honestly I could fire you for breach of contract over that right now and have you arrested for trespassing.

The crowd cheers as Alison Crowne rolls her eyes and Lexi wiggles her fingers out at Bux under her chin to feign fear.

Bux: But I'm not, why would I? Clearly you want to be here, clearly you want to ride with your best friend to the very top because it could very well be your last chance to make it in this business with your injury history. So I'll tell you what; I'm nothing if not a man of opportunity and I believe in rewarding others with opportunities as they arise. I'll give you the main event, I'll give it to you here in just a few short moments so you can show everyone in LONE what you can do in your official debut!

Lexi points to her leg, her knee brace featured prominently on it, mouthing a few words to Bux.

Bux: I mean, you seem to be running just fine on it and I've got the footage of at least two occasions proving that you're in good health. You don't want to be looked at by LONE doctors, that's fine. But you're going to start earning your keep around here or I /will/ fire your ass here and now!

The crowd erupts into cheers as Lexi and Alison both protest, pleading their case and leaving much to the imagination as the microphones don't pick it up.

Bux: As for you, Little Miss 'Highlight of the Night', I know for a fact you haven't been cleared to compete tonight but trust me, I'll deal with you next month!

Alison's eyes go wide as she kicks the bottom rope and lunges at Bux over the top rope as Bux drops the microphone and begins walking to the back.

Baxter: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring accompanied by the Highlight of the Night, the Ladies of New England Champion Alison Crowne; LLLLEXIIIIII PRYYYYYYYYCE! North: Looks like Lexi is going to stick around and begin to earn her keep around here.

DIC: It's a miracle recovery I tell you, and I tell you what I feel bad for whatever poor schmuck Bux trots out here. Like a lamb to the slaughter!

Kernkraft 400's "Zombie Nation (Original Version)" starts up. Rook steps out from behind the curtain, standing on stage and lowering her glasses some as she looks out over the crowd. She takes a few steps before taking her glasses off and tossing them out towards whichever lucky fan will catch them, before retrieving another pair and sliding them on.

Baxter: And her opponent! From Deer Lodge County, Montana! ROOOOOOOOOOK!

Lexi and Alison quickly dart out of the ring and meet her on the ramp as they both quickly take her down to her knees in a two-on-one assault, stomping on her like they were carrying out a gang beatdown.

North: Alison's pretty spry for not being cleared to compete here tonight.

DIC: Alison at 60% is better than most people at 110%. When you got the martial arts knowledge she has and a smokin hot body like she does nobody is safe! You add Lexi into the mix and your chances of winning drastic go down!

North: Easy, Steiner.

Rook however wouldn't fold under the pressure, scrappily exchanging punches with each of her foes. The referee is quick to voice his distaste, telling Alison that she can't be doing this. Alison yells back at him “I've got until the bell rings!” which by all intents and purposes is true despite running directly against the spirit of the rules in place; the match has yet to technically start. Rook kicks hard behind Alison's right knee, believing it to still be injured, causing it to buckle and her to fall to a knee giving her a chance to throw several hard but sloppy elbow shots to Lexi, beating her back towards the turnbuckle. Lexi smiles and delivers a nasty headbutt, and while the lens on Rook's sunglasses don't break the frame does in the dead center where it'd rest on the nose and the right half slides off her face. By this time Alison had gotten back to her feet and goes low, chop blocking Rook and sending her down to the floor after she had stumbled back. Alison begins to look under the ring, looking or an object but Lexi taps her on the shoulder, stopping her. Lexi then whispers into Alison's ear pointing towards a set of steel steps and almost as if on the drop of the dime the two best friends flashed twin sinister grins as they each grabbed a leg and began to drag Rook, each one taking the time to stop and liberally stomp on her.

North: This match still hasn't officially started but Rook is already in danger early. The referee desperately wants to stop this but his hands are tied, all because of Alison and Lexi abusing the rules and working within the pre-match loophole!

DIC: Until they close it there's nothing they can do. What are you going to do, disqualify Lexi for things that happen outside the ring?Where do you draw the line in that case? Can Lexi get disqualified because she accidentally bumped into her at catering 3 hours ago?

North: Nobody is advocating for that but the spirit of the rules need to be upheld. If the current rules aren't addressing that then there needs to be a fix implemented somewhere.

DIC: It sucks to suck, just admit it! I think such forethought should be rewarded personally!

At long last they reach their destination as Alison lifts up the upper section of the two-piece set of stairs, directing traffic as Lexi wedges Rook's right leg in between. Alison then pulls herself onto the apron, the referee shouting the entire time at her to not do it but Alison runs as fast as she can given the limited foot room and jumps and lands with both feet on the steps before rolling off the impact onto the floor with her arms spread out behind her; Rook screaming loudly in pain behind her.

North: Enough is enough! Opponents or not you shouldn't be trying to cripple her! What has Rook done to deserve this?

DIC: Wrong place, wrong time. This is the second time she's gotten in their way now and if she's even half as eager as she was the last time it's all her own damn fault! Come on, do it again! Teach her a lesson!

Without any regard for Rook Alison and Lexi then drag her away from the stairs and slide her into the ring as Lexi quickly follows in behind her. As if adding insult to injury Alison quickly chirped at the referee.

Alison: Alright, ring the bell zebraman! Ring the bell! You can start the match now!

Lexi heads to her corner, laughing at Rook as she struggles in her own corner, the referee trying to decide if the match can even go forward.

Ref: Rook, Rook, you don't have to do the match. You don't have to do the match.

Rook: I'm... I'm okay. I can go.

Ref: Are you sure? You're putting yourself at risk, you don't need to do this.

Rook: I CAN GO!

The referee looks very reluctant but has no other remedy but to call for the official start to this match.

DING DING

Lexi shoots out of her corner like a rocket as Rook barely managed to pull herself up by the ropes, liberally and repeatedly stomping on Rook's bad leg looking to effectively cripple her and inflict as much pain as possible. Rook however, perhaps out of a survival instinct grabs Lexi by the hair and rakes her eyes with the referee only giving token cries to stop after the stunt Alison and Lexi just pulled. Rook throws a few heavy left punches while holding onto the rope before stopping to reach into her entrance jacket to pull out an identical pair of glasses to the ones that were broken moments before, putting them on and then throwing a heavy right as she favored her leg and stumbled about.

DIC: Come on, that's blatantly illegal and don't you say otherwise! The bell has rung Mr. Boyscout. That means that move should result in an instant disqualification!

North: It is illegal, and listen, I don't normally condone such behavior. But with all Lexi and Alison have put her through at this point she's just fighting for survival. I don't even think victory is a thought in her mind right now. I know this wasn't Bux's intent, for any of that to happen before the match. She's just trying to survive.

Rook grabbed Lexi by the wrist and whipped her into the corner, waiting for her to rebound she swings her right leg for a kick and catches her on the side of the head, spinning her around and to the mat. The pain however sends Rook down to the mat as well as she ate a bit of damage herself as she tried to overcome a huge deficit early on. By this time Alison had picked her championship back up and held it snuggly on her shoulder as she paced around the ring shouting encouragement to Lexi, letting her eyes periodically shift towards Rook; almost as if she was looking for the opportunity to pick her next shot. Rook grabs Lexi by the hair as she sits up and throws another punch at her but Lexi blocks it using one arm to intercept while maneuvering with her other to grab her head and slam it viciously back to the mat. Lexi then makes her way back to her feet, grabbing one of Rook's legs, and stepping through and around, entangling her foe's feet together as she falls back and traps her in an Indian Deathlock, pressing with one foot against Rook's right leg, torquing and applying as much pressure as she can in the hold.

North: Right now we have a little bit of deja vu working in reverse. Several months ago Rook was working on Alison's injured leg and now we have Lexi and by extension Alison are working on Rook's. They're clipping the wings of this very talented rookie to try to neutralize her arsenal.

DIC: And it's smart! Oh boy is it smart! Intelligent and sexy, these two are the perfect duo! What a knockout combination!

Rook screams in pain as she scoots herself back towards the ropes, unsure of how much her leg could take all while Alison screams repeatedly “Break her leg!” which would ensure one less person was aiming at the target on her back that the championship provides. Rook reaches backwards and extends for the ropes...but they were just barely out of reach and not because she misjudged the distance; Alison ran over and pressing her foot on the apron pulled the bottom rope backward just enough! The referee doesn't see this either due to poor eyesight or the fact that Alison was in the perfect blindspot. Rook desperately goes to reach back a little further but Lexi expertly rolls the opposite direction, keeping the hold locked in and keeping Rook away from the ropes, Alison letting go just in time to avoid suspicion drawing the loud ire from the crowd.

North: Almost had the ropes, in fact she should've had them but Alison pulled them away all while operating in a blindspot from the referee!

DIC: What a veteran move! Karma's a bitch, ain't she? Rook is getting exactly what she deserves right now! Come on Lexi, break her leg!

Rook again tries to reach towards the ropes by scooting back, the crowd firmly behind her as they clap in rhythm she desperately tries to hang on just a little longer. Lexi begins to forcibly drive her leg into her knee after pressing against it with her foot, alternating between the two; she wasn't just trying to win at this point but to make a statement by crippling Rook. Rook continues to scream in pain and it looks like she's about to tap out but with one last desperate push she reaches out and grabs the bottom rope! The referee begins to count, calling for a clean break.

1!

2!

3!

4!

Lexi finally lets go, but not without getting into an argument with the official, arguing that she was breaking no rules and that the count of 5 was never reached. With this distraction Alison Crowne reaches inside the ring and grabs Rook by the leg, looking to split her legs between the ringpost and slam her bad leg repeatedly against it but Rook kicks with the strength of a mule on her left leg, knocking Alison backward and onto her rear! Rook then grabs her knee and screams, as if Alison just inflicted more damage. Lexi brushes past the referee thinking the deed was done as she grabs Rook by the hair and yanks her back towards the center of the ring. Lexi looks to apply the submission hold one more time with every intention of snapping Rook's leg in two but Rook counters and captures her in the heel hook! The same look of panic in Alison's eyes several months prior when she was trapped in the hold now reflects back in Lexi's as if it were a mirror into the past!

North: Look at Rook taking a page out of Alison's playbook! She used herself as bait to lure her foe in!

DIC: Lexi slipped, she lost her footing! The referee should immediately call for a clean break, on medical grounds!

North: I think you're wearing both your contacts in one eye again, I didn't see Lexi slip at all. Rook suckered her in and trapped her good!

DIC: Break, break the hold! What are you doing?! She could be hurt!

Lexi pounds the mat with a closed fist out of pain before trying to punch her way out, trying to hammer away at Rook's body to force her to let go but she's got a python's grip on her with no intentions of letting go. Lexi's eyes dart frantically around the ring, the ropes all nearly within equal distance away as she was trapped in the center of the ring. Lexi frantically grabs her own hair, trying to manage the pain before she slowly tries to crawl towards the ropes. But the pain is too much, Lexi taps out!

North: Lexi taps, Lexi taps!

DIC: No she didn't, Alison yanked zebraboy out of the ring! If the referee doesn't see it then it didn't happen! Good on Alison, the referee should've made sure that Rook kept her hands and feet off her!

North: Don't you think that goes both ways? Alison was looking to run some more outside interference and Rook was only protecting herself. That being said this match should be over either way on a disqualification or a submission.

The crowd erupts into boos despite Lexi tapping out as the bell never rang. Alison Crowne pulled the referee out of the ring before Lexi tapped out, arguing furiously with him that Rook took a cheap shot at her! Rook lets go and raises her arms in the air as she limps to her feet, thinking she overcame the odds and won the match, her second main event in three matches. Alison gets in the referee's face and pushes him and much to her surprise the referee has finally suffered enough abuse and he pushes Alison back! The crowd pops loudly for this and starts cheering for him.

REF-ER-EE! REF-ER-EE! REF-ER-EE! REF-ER-EE! REF-ER-EE! REF-ER-EE! REF-ER-EE!

Alison's eyes go wide with rage as the referee points to his shirt, and he motions with his arms like he's about to eject her from ringside, only to stop halfway through his motion as Alison delivers a low blow; a kick straight to the crotch! The referee begins to fall backward after having his family jewels shattered but Alison grabs him by the shirt and scoops him up on her shoulder, quickly dropping him down in her grip as she hits The Crowning Moment, her sit-out tombstone piledriver on the referee to the floor!

North: NOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT AGAIN! DAMMIT, NO! SHE MAY HAVE JUST SNAPPED HIS NECK! HE ISN'T MOVING!

DIC: He shouldn't have put his hands on her, he asked for it! Now he can join Wendy in the Neck's Snapped Club sipping Campbell's soup with a straw!

Alison gets up with an evil, malicious grin on her face as she points to the back.

Alison: FINE ME! GO AHEAD! DO IT!

With an open palm she strikes her other hand against it and outward repeatedly like she was just fanning money into the sky.

Alison: FINE ME, BUX!

Alison with an arrogant swagger in her movements and motions slowly turns around back towards the ring, only to catch Rook just a second too late running like a wounded gazelle, launching herself over the top rope with a suicide dive, catching the LONE Champion head on!

North: Rook won't quit! She just took the champion out with a suicide dive on one good leg! Look at the heart on that rookie! She's showing absolutely no fear here tonight!

DIC: That's a good way to get yourself added to her hit list! Alison's not going to forget that, you damn fool!

Rook struggles to get up due to her leg but she manages to find the strength to pop up, hobbling a little as the adrenaline begins to rush through her body. Rook then slides back into the ring, Lexi now back to her feet as well as Lexi immediately tries to kick at the bad leg. Rook blocks by lifting her leg up just enough to blunt the impact. Rook swings for kick towards Lexi's head, but Lexi catches the leg and spins it away, Rook however completes a full rotation and hits her with the dragon whip instead! Lexi stands stunned on her feet, her balance precariously hanging on by a thread jumps up, and with both her knees up against Lexi's face pulls her down as she falls backwards, a move popularized by the lead singer of Fozzy as the Codebreaker. Lexi lays motionless on the mat as Rook goes for the cover. The crowd starts counting in absence of a referee. 1....2....3....4....5....6...7

North: Lexi is out and dead to rights, but there's no referee! Somebody get us another ref!

Triple D 'Daring' Dick Drothers, the reserve referee sprints out from the back and slides in the ring to count the pin. 1....2....KICKOUT!

DIC: SOOOOOO CLOSE! But close isn't good enough!

Rook sits up knowing that she would've had this if Alison didn't take out the original referee. However she doesn't let this get to her or if she does she doesn't show it as she gets up and begins to slowly scale to the turnbuckle to the top rope. Rook measures Lexi as she's perched and ready to take a gamble but before she can Ashley Lopez and Hannah Kix hop up on opposite sides of the turnbuckle on the apron. Kix kicks Rook n the head and Ashley Lopez shoves her off, Triple D immediately calls for the disqualification.

DING DING DING DING DING

North: Rook may have just won this match, albeit by disqualification she now has an even bigger problem on her hands. But why are Ashley Lopez and Hannah Kix out here together?

DIC: Isn't it obvious? They're tired of Rook taking their spot! Use your head!

North: Well excuse me but neither one of them strike me as women that play nice with others. How long before they turn on each other?

DIC: Not soon enough because Rook's first!

Lopez and Kix immediately enter the ring, Lopez immediately starts choking Rook while Kix stomps all over her body. Alison Crowne is finally back to her feet by this point and enters the ring as this point, championship in hand to help Lexi up as the two have a brief conference amongst the brewing chaos.

North: This is a four-on-one assault now! Enough is enough already!

DIC: This is what happens when you don't pay your dues; you get the locker room turned against you! You think anyone's going to go out of their way to save someone who's trying to take their spot and replace them?

Alison and Lexi, neither one above inflicting more pain decide to join in, the champion directs traffic as she tells Kix and Lopez to lift Rook up. Lopez and Kix exchange glances but after a few moments lift her up. Rook is breathing heavily having just been through the ringer and even more. Alison and Lexi both step up to Rook the same time, turning to one another trying to figure out which one of them gets the first crack. Lexi and Alison quickly throw down for a sudden death game of Rock, Paper Scissors, Lexi's Rock crushing Alison's Scissors. The Champion smirks and motions to her best friend to go ahead, keeping her eye on Lopez and Kix as Lexi drops Rook with a Stunner. Kix waits for Rook to try to get up and kicks her straight in the temple, sending her quickly back down to the mat. Alison Crowne eyes her like a shark circling her prey, as she kneels down with the title in hand.

Alison: This is close as you're going to get, Rook. The Main Event is for those that have paid their dues, not for people who abused their opportunities. I did you a favor by giving you a shot; I put you on the map! You had your opportunity kid, and you blew it! I don't what know lofty dreams Bucko Boy put in your head but you're not going to be his underdog success story, nah uh. You think you're better than Kix? You're better than Ashley? I know you can't beat me or Lexi. Your fifteen minutes are up; it's time for your curtain call, one final highlight.

Alison slowly pulls Rook back to her feet but Rook wouldn't go quietly into the night as she desperately lashed out and sucker punched the Champ, causing her to drop her belt and fall to a knee! Lexi, Kix, and Lopez all pile on Rook who despite the three-on-one fights valiantly as she slung stiff and thundering elbows and punches to fight them off.

North: Don't be a fool Rook, get out of there! You got nothing to prove!

Eventually however Rook succumbs to her injuries as the trio kicks and stomps her back down to the mat. Alison gets up and barks orders.

Alison: Pick her up, pick her ass up!

Alison positions herself on the middle rope of the nearest corner, taking a seat on the top rope. She thrusts her thumbs up motioning for Rook.

North: This is disgusting, she's trying to end her career and for what? What reason?!

DIC: I told you Alison wouldn't forget that dive! I told you! Now she's made a fatal mistake. Welcome to the jungle!

Lopez and Kix pick Rook up and drag her over to the corner. Before Alison Crowne can hoist her up and potentially end Rook's career however the crowd erupts into cheers, as Terri Thompson and Fay Qent sprint out from the back and slide into the ring.

North: Finally! Fay Qent, Terri Thompson; Pretty Trashy has seen enough and they're out here to do the right thing! It's about time someone did!

DIC: Who the hell let them back out here?!

Terri goes straight for Alison, popping her on the top rope, Fay Qent immediately mows Lopez down with a clothesline. Kix kicks Terri in the back of the head as Lexi catches Fay Qent off guard by yanking her down to the mat from behind with a fistful of hair. Lopez quickly piles on Qent and Kix and Terri exchange blows, fists flying everywhere as all hell breaks loose.

North: It's World War 3 out there, you essentially got three teams in there essentially, two teams and an alliance all looking for the same thing and you got Rook in there caught up in it all also wanting that same thing.

DIC: Where's the municipal waste pickup? The ring is getting litered with trash and I don't mean by the fans! Somebody toss Terri and Qent out!

Amongst the chaos somewhere Alison and Lexi slip out of the ring, the other 4 women engulfed in the fog of war, only aware of each other. Alison and Lexi slowly walk up the ramp, watching everyone else trying to kill one another as karma would have to wait another day to collect from this duo.

North: We may be out of time folks but this brawl has no end in sight. Alison and Lexi may have slithered away this time but their seat is getting hotter than ever now. For my broadcast partner DIC we wish you a good night, drive home safe and be sure to tune in again next month. Goodnight, everybody!