2019.04.26: PWN - LONE - LONE 22

Intro

A video is shown, with a little note in the lower right corner stating it was just after LONE 21: Opportunity.

It's moments after the match between Paula and Stitches.

Paula is on the right hand side, with her face and part of her gear covered in what looks like blood. A victim of Sister Catherine's red mist.

Paula is flailing her hands at her sides, fingers shaking.

Paula: Ewww ohmygodohmygodohmygod! This is so GROSS!

Gucci is to her left, trying to calm her down. The two are wearing their LONE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS around their waists.

Gucci: It's gonna be okay calm down.

Paula: CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN?! -LOOK- AT MY FACE GUCCI! Sister Catherine got blood all over it! Oh my God! I hope none went into my eyes.

Gucci: Here we're gonna clean it up. Just don't move and let me get a towel.

Paula: I swear to God. I'm going to go get STD tests! Who knows what was in that blood! Who knows who she could've drank from!

Gucci: ... She drank from us.

Paula: Yeah but that was last month! Who knows who else she's made a meal of since then! Any of these hicks in this town!

Gucci retrieves a towel and starts to dab at her face, which starts to visibly calm Paula down some more.

Gucci: There we go...

Paula: If my tests come up positive with anything, I swear I'm gonna sue!

Gucci turns towards the camera now.

Gucci: The Damned... Oooh you're going to realize just how damned you are when we get you back for this. Whether we gotta venture to Transylvania in the daytime and stake you where you sleep, or beat you in the center of the ring at night, we're going to leave everyone saying that's SO Gucci!

Paula: There's nothing Gucci about this...

Paula begins to sob and Gucci dabs at her some more as the video fades out.

Spice & Ice vs. Generations

North: Welcome everyone to Supremacy: LONE 22 - Retribution 2! I'm Kevin North alongside my colleague DIC.

DIC: Capital D-I-C!

North: And what a night we got planned for you tonight as--

Cinnamon Girl by Neil Young starts over the PA and a very angry duo of Spice & Ice storm out from the stage curtain and march towards the ring.

North: Well it looks like we're going to start with Spice & Ice tonight, and they don't look very happy after what happened to them last month.

DIC: Cinnamon looks so mad, and it makes her look even hotter! Spicy indeed!

The two slide into the ring from the bottom rope and when they get to their feet, Cinnamon moves over to the stage hand and can be heard shouting.

Cinnamon: Gimmie a microphone!

Cinnamon snatches it from the stage hand. She then taps on it 3 times, mic picking up feedback.

Cinnamon: You know they call this show Retribution and you know what? After what No Fly Zone pulled last week, we want our retribution, dammit! You guys say you want to get even? Well come on out right now and give us a match! Ref, get out here!

A ref soon comes out from the ring curtain and jogs to the ring.

Cinnamon: Now we got a ref and you two got no excuses! Out! Right now!

Waiting for No Fly Zone, then Cross Off by Mark Morton featuring Chester Bennington hits the speakers to their surprise with a happy reaction from the crowd attending. The music doesn't stay on long as Ainslee Avalon and Anne Grayson have microphones.

Ainslee: Cinnamon... Violent Violet... you see we're out here right now because last month at Opportunity we dropped an open challenge after our victory. We made it abundantly clear what we're aiming for and that we're on the same page to succeed in getting it. And then that's when you came out running your mouth.

Anne: And since you did us a favor by coming out here; it sounds to us like you decided to step up once you dropped our names and talking about things that show you clearly don't pay attention to what's going on around you. And... ANNND it looks like No Fly Zone saved you from embarrassing yourselves even further because you clearly had no idea what you were talking about. Am I right? Pretty sure I'm right.

Ainslee: I'd say you've hit the nail on the head pretty well. So if you two even bothered to pay attention to the biggest threat to the Gucci Gals championship reign - that's us by the way -last month you'd know that we've got most of our differences behind us because we're seeing the big picture. But that's cool. It's fine and dandy and we don't expect you to take our word for it but we're happy to prove it. More than happy.

Anne: And in fact since last week we had ourselves a conversation with Jack E Bux and tonight the two of you have the privilege of facing the two of us. Spice and Ice versus Generations!

Ainslee: We were raised in this business. It's in our life blood. It's why we're called Generations - because this is all we've ever known. And can you two guess the best part about this?

Cinnamon: GET OUT OF HERE! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME!

Anne: Well, Mister Bux says otherwise because Generations versus Spice & Ice, it happens now!

North: Wow! What an announcement! Ladies and gentlemen, we knew Spice & Ice would be here tonight, we had a feeling Generations would be, but never did we think we'd be seeing them square off right now!

DIC: No! I can't believe it! Ugh!

Cross Off is playing with Generations getting to the ring to the fade out of their music. Spice & Ice were definitely not too happy about being interrupted, nor being forced into the match but they knew that they had to deal with it.

DING DING

Starting off the match would be Ainslee and Violent Violet, the brawlers of the groups. The two come face to face in the center of the ring, Anne Grayson and Cinnamon on the respective aprons. The trash talk began real fast with Violet yelling at Ainslee that this was their shot and they deserved it a lot more than Generations, but Ainslee cocked a smirk before swinging a right hand and knocking Violet off of her balance and into the corner just on the other side of their corner. Ainslee wastes no time going in for the kill with a series of mudhole stomps into Violet’s gut dropping her into a seated position. Ainslee runs to the corner where Cinnamon is at and with an elbow strike it knocks Cinnamon off of the apron. Ainslee points her hand in the shape of a gun at Violet and rushes in with a very rough Yakuza kick. Violet starts to fold out of the corner but Ainslee puts her back and then points to Anne to the crowds approval.

North: This is a strong display of dominance coming from Ainslee very early on and it looks like she’s looking to bring her partner, Anne Grayson, into the fold too!

DIC: Look, Ainslee has been the queenie around these parts. Like, she was wifey material but this alliance she’s made with Grayson is just pitiful! My how the mighty have fallen! It’s like she went on an episode of Doctor Phil and came out supporting the Cash me outside girl!

North: Your opinions sway so fast, it’s too hard to keep up with your flavor of the week.

DIC: Look, if they stopped making poor decisions I wouldn’t have to keep calling them out and losing wifey material. SHE COULD HAVE MADE ME PANCAKES!

North: Somehow I don’t feel like Ainslee would do that but the way you flip around maybe she’d turn you into one. But the action continues in the ring and the crowd is hot with the tag being made! Ainslee Avalon has tagged in Anne Grayson!

Ainslee is making the call and stands in the middle of the ring, back to Violet.and Anne rushes to Ainslee who vaults her up and over. Anne flips in the air and crashes down with a dropkick to the seated Violet who instantly rolls to the outside of the ring and reconnects with Cinnamon to figure out their next move. But before they can even catch their breath, Anne is up and with a full running boost she jumps to the middle rope, springs up and flips over to the outside effectively coming down on Spice & Ice to the crowds appeal.

North: TOPE CON HILO! The diving flip body attack over the top rope and to the outside! Ainslee and Anne are picking things up to a whole new level tonight that we haven’t seen them go to since they were fighting each other! This is a prime example that they have the tag team championships on their mind.

DIC: This is depressing! How can Spicey Icey let this happen?! Clearly Generations are cheating here, North. CLEARLY! I mean you had to have seen those closed fists with Violet! Illegal maneuvers! There has to be something planned. THERE HAS TO BE!

North: I’d just like to chalk it up to the fact that Spice & Ice were just underestimating what this team could do. Last month they put out an open challenge and Spice & Ice instead of accepting it just talked down about them so they answered the call and they’re coming to win.

Anne slid back into the right and climbed the corner to celebrate with the crowd. Outside the ring, Violet had taken a brunt of the attack and though she wasn’t legal, Cinnamon snuck in. Ainslee started to get into the ring but couldn’t stop Cinnamon in time before she shoved Ainslee off the corner and spilling to the outside hard, hitting the apron on the way down. Ainslee kicked Cinnamon in the midsection and knocked her out of the ring. Violet though was up, though feeling the effects spins Ainslee around and just headbutt after headbutt, Ainslee goes down and rolls out from the Violent Tendencies. Violet still worn out though leans into the ropes and our referee begins the count, counting out Anne Grayson.

North: And the tides begin to turn with those vicious headbutts from Violent Violet and that jump in from Cinnamon. It looks like Spice & Ice are realizing what they’re up against and not to take the opposing team lightly.

DIC: That’s what they get for cheating, North!

North: How in the heck were they cheating? Why does Anne deserve to get shoved out of the ring in a way that she could be seriously hurt?

DIC: Because Ainslee used closed fists! Jeez it’s like you don’t even pay attention with all of these beautiful women around here. Aren’t you married or something, North? Your wife probably wouldn’t be too happy.

North: And it’s a wonder why you don’t have a wife.

DIC: Who needs one when you’ve got Cinnamon on speed dial? I’LL TAKE A LITTLE CINNAMON ON THAT! You know who doesn’t like a little Cinnamon? That pipsqueak Grayson. The two of them just disrespected the *rightful* Tag Team Champions by interrupting them tonight and making them wrestle when they weren’t even *ready* for it! Frankly they deserve whatever comes to them.

North: That’s the nature of the business they’re competing in though, and you know that. When you decide that it’s time to call somebody out, or you decide it’s time to lace up those boots like you’re ready for a fight, be ready for whatever fight comes your way. Anne and Ainslee have something to prove as a fresh tag team here in LONE and prove it they’ve been doing and prove it they shall continue to do.

DIC: Clearly they were calling out pigtails and karate girl. Anne and Ainslee had no business coming out here! Look at that, North; the count is up there! They could be learning a swift lesson here!

The ring-out count has reached 9, but Anne got up and slid into the ring and the count stopped. The crowd was very happy but Violet was not. She storms over to Anne and picks her up only to knock her down with a headbutt. Violet held onto Anne’s arm and picks her up again and headbutt again, again and again. After about 5 of those and looking to be tougher each time, Violet is even bleeding from her head a bit. Violet drags Anne to the Spice & Ice corner and just repeatedly stomps in her gut and forearms her face. Stomp, forearm, stomp, forearm, just over and over again. Anne can’t hardly stand and falls to a seat in the corner. Violet tags out and Cinnamon comes in. She flips off Ainslee in the far corner and then starts to foot choke Anne to the referee’s count of 4, releasing the hold by 5 and avoiding being disqualified and taunts to the crowd, her arms out and yelling at them to a chorus of boos.

North: Spice and Ice have taken the lead here in this bout showing excellent team work and keeping the ring separated. By keeping the high flyer grounded and keeping her away from the fresh Ainslee, this gives Spice & Ice a much stronger chance to walk away with the victory tonight!

DIC: Lesson. Learned. And it’s all because Ainslee had to go and side herself with that spot monkey. I’m telling you, North, that was a bad idea. Ainslee had the world in the palm of her hands. She could have been a star! But she came and took a crap on the DIC and ruined all of it!

North: I… have no words. But the crowd is trying to rally behind Anne Grayson to give her the energy to fight out of this and make the tag!

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Cinnamon can’t take it and pulls Anne by the hair out of the corner and she yells out “IT’S OVER!” and with her spinning heel kick finisher she calls Sugar & Spice. Anne lands hard and Cinnamon covers.

One… Two… Thr-NO!

North: Anne kicks out! Anne Grayson kicks out! She’s still alive and Cinnamon can’t believe it! Ainslee is going crazy on the apron and Anne is getting the energy from the crowd! Can she make it to her corner?!

DIC: SLOW COUNT! I DEMAND A RECOUNT! MAKE GRAYSON LIE BACK DOWN AND RECOUNT FASTER!

Anne is slowly crawling over to her corner but Cinnamon grabs her foot and pulls her back to the opposing corner but Anne rolls to her back and kicks Cinnamon off and into Violent Violet, knocking her off the apron to the floor. Anne has a second wind and rushes as fast as she can before jumping half way across the ring to make the hot tag. The crowd goes *wild* with Ainslee coming in and clothesline to Cinnamon but she pops up. Another, and another followed by an Arn Anderson style of Spinebuster and a quick cover but only two. Ainslee is now calling for the end and the crowd is rallying behind her. The energy from the crowd is getting Anne up, shrugging off the injury and giving Ainslee the signal to set up Cinnamon.

North: They’re calling it here, DIC! Generations are setting up for that brutal tag team finisher we’ve seen them use that we’ve learned they’re calling The Oracle Combination! Ainslee has that reverse wheelbarrow set up and Anne Grayson is climbing to the top!

DIC: Come on Violet! YES!!

Violent Violet saw it coming and was getting into the ring, running to stop Ainslee. Anne Grayson up top saw this and jumped over Ainslee/Cinnamon and dropkicked Violent Violet with a huge missile dropkick that sends her to the outside. Ainslee is calling for Anne to hurry up so she runs back to their corner, jumping over Cinnamon and rolling through and then running up the corner as she got to her feet. Quickly turning around at the top she jumps off with a shooting star leg drop connecting flush and rolls out. Ainslee holds onto the leg and turns Cinnamon around with a single leg arched crab and then starts to stomp into Cinnamon’s head repeatedly until she starts to tap.

DING DING DING

Baxter: Your winners of the match, by submission, Ainslee Avalon - Anne Grayson - GENERATIONS!

Cinnamon rolled out of the ring holding her head and Violent Violet was together enough to check on her. In the ring, Anne and Ainslee are motioning the “belt” style of taunt to them to say they’ll be champions while Cross Off plays.

No Fly Zone promo

The cameras cut to Kayoko and Felicia Hawkins sitting inside a car watching the show on what appears to be an iPhone tilted sideways and sitting on the dashboard. Each woman appears to have a large or perhaps an XL soda, taking sips out of the straw. The windows were rolled down as Felicia let her arm hang outside the driver's window before adjusting her backwards cap on her head and looking forward.

Felicia: What did I tell you, Kayoko? It's anarchy, it might as well be World War III out there! Generations looked good, they actually look lie a cohesive unit while Spice and Ice were as bullheaded as usual; they overlooked them and you just saw the result like everyone watching inside and at home. It's great to see new teams step up to the plate and Anne Grayson, Ainslee Avalon have everything it takes to take LONE by storm and leave a major impact. I mean they just beat the self-proclaimed number one contenders, or at least one set of them. You got The Damned positioned like they already own the belts without ever touching them, you got Pretty Trashy starting to show some real cohesion together and who knows how long before they decide they want to try and steal a slice of the pie.

Kayoko nods in between sips of soda as she begins to crack open what did indeed appear a packaged slice of pie in a triangular container; cherry to be exact. On top of the slice was a singular cherry, dead center.

Felicia: But you never forget who was first. No Fly Zone soared above the competition, we took on a crowded field and we ran through the tournament to be crowned the first ever LONE Tag Team Champions. Some would argue that we should still be holding those titles right now but what's done is done. Like we said a few months back we don't get mad, we get even. We set our sights on higher goals, taller mountains to conquer and greener pastures to graze upon. Not only do we plan on becoming the first ever two time tag team champions... we're going to set the all time record by the time we hang up our boots. It all starts with an opportunity and if everyone is going to be left to fend for themselves...

Felicia wobbled her left hand as she reached with her right for the soda to take a quick sip from the straw. Kayoko meanwhile is like an air traffic controller waving her hands,her expressions varying from sour like when its alluded to NFZ no longer being the champs to nodding her head and bringing a piece of pie across her throat on a plastic fork at the mention of getting even, before sly slipping the bite into her mouth.

Felicia: Then I guess it's up to us to set the new high score and remove all doubt and create a few ourselves. Just don't fly too close to the sun while trying to keep up with us because we're not just another highlight... we're /the/ aces of the tag division! So keep betting against us, put your money on everyone else; keep giving us more motivation! Victory will be sweet when that day comes but the satisfaction of denying both the Gucci Gals and Spice and Ice in the process... well that?

Felicia reaches over and plucks the cherry of Kayoko's slice and slides it into her mouth.

Felicia: Is just the cherry on top and it makes the entire package just that much sweeter.

Kayoko's mouth opens in shock at having the cherry plucked like a rodent like an owl swooping in swiftly and suddenly.

Kayoko: Nantekotta i, Ferishia! Watashi wa sore o taberu tsumorideshita!

Felicia smiles softly and opens up her pie container, offering the cherry on her pie to her.

Felicia: Sorry... got caught up in the moment! Here, you can take mine.

Kayoko's anger quickly dissipates as she smiles and pops the cherry into her mouth.

Felicia's eyes quickly dart back to the dashboard after the lighter moment shared between two friends and tag partners.

Felicia: So if you're a tag team in LONE, whether you're the Gucci Gals, Spice and Ice, The Damned, Generations, or anyone else feeling a little froggy you better buckle up tight, because we're ready to fly! One way or another that gold is going to find its way back home.

"Hurricane" Katrina Matthers vs Ashley Lopez

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Rock You Like A Hurricane by the Scorpins hits the PA and “Hurricane” Katrina Matthers comes bursting from the curtain and wastes no time rushing to the ring.

Baxter: On the way to the ring! From Portland, Oregon, she is HURRICANE... KATRINAAAAAA MATTHEEEEEERS!

She slides in under the bottom rope, sitting up on her knees and making the devil horns sign with her hands before standing up and heading to the center of the ring where she flashes the metal hand signs again.

Baxter: And her opponent!

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: From Hollywood, California! She is... ASHLEEEEEEEEY LOOOOOPEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZ!

DING DING

North: It's been quite a while since we've seen Katrina in action while Ashley Lopez is nearly screaming to make a name for herself as well.

DIC: You know, Katrina may hit like the force of a hurricane but that's no substitute for Hollywood starpower baybay! Forget the Kardashians, why doesn't Ashley have her own show?

North: I'm not sure the world is ready for another show like that...

DIC: Oh come on, I bet you with my family's connections I could get her a TV deal easily and get an executive producer's credit!

North: Now I'm convinced, 100% against this idea.

Katrina and Ashley quickly go to one another for a collar and elbow tie up. Ashley is quick to transition into an aggressively applied side headlock, cranking down on her head, trying to squeeze it like a lemon in a juicer. Katrina slides out and quickly catches Ashley in a sleeper hold from behind, as Ashley quickly scrambles and reaches for the ropes. Katrina pulls her backward and inward, trying to take her to the ground, Ashley however swings her leg backward and kicks her in the knee forcing her to let go and drop to a knee on the mat. Ashley quickly spins around and steps up on Katrina's body, using it to launch herself up to perform a double stomp on her collarbones. Katrina screams as she slumps forward on the mat as Ashley rolls to the ground as part of her landing.

North: Innovative offense there by Ashley Lopez, that's enough to end a match faster than a flash knockout. If either of those collarbones gave way most people wouldn't be able to properly defend themselves.

DIC: That's because the Hollywood Dream always brings a little bit of style along with the bright lights and paparazzi. You want to talk about a 10? I give her a 10 right there, and not just on sticking that landing if you know what I mean!

North: Sadly we all know what you mean. Not that she isn't an attractive woman but you seem to think with that 'other head' of yours more often than not.

DIC: I'm sorry, I forget that I'm with the Troop Master of the Prude Patrol. Lighten up, will you?

The referee is quick to kneel and check on Katrina who tries to move her hands up to her collar. Ashley screams at the ref to move as she goes in very low for a dropkick to the head. Ashley immediate tries to follow up with a cover. 1....2....KICKOUT! Ashley slams the mat and instructs the referee to count faster as she covers her again. 1...2...KICKOUT! Ashley slams the mat harder and drives an elbow repeatedly into her chest, trying to hit as close to the collarbones as possible, almost as if she were trying to break them. Katrina screams in pain again as Ashley stays on the ground after the final elbow drop and captures her arm and transitions into a crossface.

North: Ashley has shown a lot of aggression so far and the longer this match goes the more aggressive she's becoming in her strikes and holds. She's trying to prove to herself and the world that she's better than Rook.

DIC: I find it hot, personally. All that confidence, that ambitious drive and that nasty mean streak... I'm telling you Ashley baby, call me! Let the D-I-C make you a star on more than one screen!

Katrina struggles as the referee asks her if she wishes to give up, reaching desperately for the ropes that seem a mile and a half away. Ashley yanks back further, almost as if she was trying to either snap her arm out of socket or snap her collarbone like a wishbone, whichever would give first as Katrina screams again.

DIC: Come on, Kev, make a wish! She's going to snap that like a chickenbone!

North: That appears to be the intent. I don't know how much of this Katrina can take. She's in a very bad way right now and you have to start wondering how much this match is worth sacrificing your health over.

Katrina manages to push herself up just enough to roll backward, Ashley holding on to the hold but with her shoulders now on the mat. 1.....2......Ashley manages to roll back over with the hold still locked, ironically placing Katrina much closer to the ropes than before but still far from freedom. Katrina shouts a defiant 'NO!' when asked again if she wishes to submit as she manages to position her body upwards, to a knee and then to vertical base as she transitions into a powerbomb clutch before letting Ashley fall freely to the mat... and into a knee strike that catches her right in the lip! A loud 'Ooooomph!' is heard from Ashley as she falls to the mat.

North: A bucklebomb from Katrina with a surge of defiance to back it up! Where there's a will there's a way and you can tell she dug down deep to find the strength to deadlift Ashley like that just to break the hold.

DIC: I hope Ashley's okay! How has that move not been banned yet, do you know how many people have broken their necks taking that move? Where's OSHA? This has to be a safety violation!

North: I don't remember this type of concern when Wendy had her neck broken.

DIC: That's different, she deserved it! She got involved in a world she doesn't belong in! The circumstances were different! How callous can you be? Ashley could be hurt Kev! A living, breathing professional wrestler with Hollywood good looks! How is she going to keep in shape if she's paralyzed?

Katrina rotates her shoulders a few times trying to loosen them back up as she climbs to the second rope, waiting for Ashley to get up and when she does she jumps off and nails her with a vicious Tornado DDT! Katrina goes for another quick cover. 1.....2.....THR-KICKOUT! Ashley managed to just shoot her shoulder up.

North: Ashley Lopez just barely gets the shoulder up!

DIC: Come on, that's targeting! She's just trying to break her neck now! Where's the disqualification?! Where's the faux outrage now, Kev? Mr. Champion of Fair Play? Paragon of Ring Safety?

North: What, wrestling is a physical business. All of these moves are legal with the intent to wear down the opponent for a victory. There was nothing egregiously malicious about either move.

DIC: Maybe I should start calling you the Double Standard. Double Standard Kev, how about that?

Katrina shakes her head as she sits up on the mat, trying to recover, she rotates her shoulders again still trying to loosen them up further. She goes to scoop Ashley off the mat only for her eyes to get raked as the crowd boos loudly to show their disapproval. Katrina stumbles back with her hands over her eyes, temporarily blinded, as Ashley goes for another low dropkick, hitting her right in the knees and sending her down face first. Ashley looks ready to finish this match with the Walk of Fame, her curbstomp, but as she begins to back up something else catches her eye, Rook has hopped up on the apron.

DIC: What the hell is that ring rat doing here?!

North: She's returning the favor it appears. Last month in the main event Ashley and Hannah Kix formed an alliance and acted in concert with Alison and Lexi against a common enemy shared between the four of them. Turnabout is fair play as they say!

Ashley immediately changes her focus and goes straight after Rook, who hops off safely to the arena floor just before Ashley could hit or grab her. This gave Katrina just enough time to recover and spin Ashley around, catching her by surprise as she hits her with the Category 5, the black hole slam!

DIC: NO!

Katrina quickly hooks both legs for the pin as the crowd counts along. 1....2....3!

Baxter: Here is your winner... Katrina Matthers!

North: Kartina scored a big victory here tonight, albeit with an assist. Rook isn't going to fold in the face of numbers or danger and this act will no doubt add more fuel to the fire.

DIC: Do over! Ashley was screwed! This is a tragedy of justice! Where's Eugene Varano?! Somebody get her legal representation!

Backstage Segment: "The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne segment

After Ashley Lopez suffers defeat thanks to Rook returning the favor the feed cuts back to the parking lot just outside the arena. A black car pulls into the driveway as the champion herself, Alison Crowne could be seen in the driver's seat while Lexi Pryce was. The two appear to be chatting in the car with one another before the doors swing open and the trunk opens before they gather their respective bags. Alison Crowne was sporting a pair of emerald green sweatpants along with a black zip-up hoodie while Lexi Pryce was dressed like she was ready for a bar fight in a pair of jeans and a iron on image of Bux clutching his leg after it was wedged inside a chair and stomped on by the duo on her shirt. As they reach the rear entrance however the door appears to be locked. Alison pounds on the door a few times but the situation does not change; the door was locked and nobody appeared to be willing or able to let her inside.

Alison: Really? You're going to lock the LONE Champion out? You're going to lock Lexi Pryce out? I guess LONE must really be in financial trouble if Bux is taking the coward's way out. Another carny promoter skipping town!

Bux: Actually, no. I'm right here... or I should say I'm right inside... here.

A drone flies by and above Lexi and Alison with a small screen attached to it at the bottom, Bux appeared to be sitting at his desk inside his office.

Bux: See, neither one of you are allowed inside the arena tonight, not after what you two pulled last month. I don't know if you're in league or cahoots with Ashley Lopez and Hannah Kix and honestly at this point I don't care. But what I do care about is the safety of our fans, of our referees, our staff, and our wrestlers. The common denominator seems to always involve one or both of you when chaos and anarchy breaks out. So first of all, Lexi... you services are no longer required for tonight; I'm giving you the night off.

Lexi raises her eyebrow, clearly unimpressed as Bux smiles.

Bux: As a matter of fact, I insist. Enjoy whatever it is that you do. You can go cause a fight in a bar, you can... go hunt without a permit...you can even go across the street and crash on somebody's couch for all I care. But it will not be on the LONE dime and it will not be under my watch.

Lexi widens her eyes and wiggles her fingers under her chin as she took Bux's words as a joke instead of a directive.

Bux: But you Alison, you're going to be putting in a lot of work. See, you will be in action here tonight and you will be putting that Ladies of New England Championship on the line... in a falls count anywhere match! Outside of this arena, the fairgrounds... the entire city of Fallcoast, out of the county, state, country; if a LONE referee is there to count the fall that belt will be defended and your opponent for tonight is Ami Reeves!

Alison: You know, this is one step away from sending me a pink slip through FedEx, you know that? Using your little toy helicopter with a screen rigged to it because you can't stand the thought of being face to face with me. Do you think I'm your little lady gladiator, ready to spill my blood at a moment's notice because His Royal Majesty Jack E. Caesar demands to be entertained? Is this some kind of punishment for speaking my mind and taking control of my own career? Is the thought of someone carrying the LONE Championship that isn't a Jack E. Bux marketing creation that unsettling to you? 'How dare Alison Crowne think for herself! How dare Alison Crowne rebel against the mighty Bux Money Laundering Scheme! Errm... machine, machine! The Jack E. Bux Money Machine!' You're as crooked as a $3 bill. You know, with you the line between employee and independent contractor couldn't be any murkier. /All/ of us are independent on paper yet nothing ever sees the light of day without your approval, we're supposed to dance to your orders with none of the benefits offered to Joey pressing buttons at a cash register? I gave up a lucrative MMA contract in Las Vegas for /this/?

Bux: Alison, you know that I take care of everybody here. I saved your ass from a lawsuit after you broke Wendy's neck! I could've stripped you of that title for the things that you've done to Wendy, to the doctors, the medical staff but I didn't! I don't want to give you the easy way out, an excuse you can lord over everyone's heads' unfairly. You won that belt by hook or by crook and like it or not you are /contractually obligated/ to fulfill your duties until the moment you lose the belt. And when you /do/ lose that belt it's going to be in a decisive manner, there's going to be zero ambiguity in the rules, none! You may not deserve that kind of fairness but that championship does, every single woman in the back that you two have spit on and looked down upon deserve that, and these great fans deserve a product that they can be proud of! Once you lose that belt you can take your ball and you can go all the way back to Las Vegas, you can bitch and moan and cry on national television when you don't get your way there or you can pull yourself up by your bootstraps and earn your opportunities the /right way/. Like the old Alison used to do! When that time comes, the choice is entirely up to you but tonight you are going to defend that championship; outside of this arena and with no help from Lexi or so help me God I will make sure the both of you regret it!

Alison: Regret it? Okay, Sergeant Slobber, put that tongue back in your mouth and stop spitting on the camera. You want to play hardball? We'll play, oh we will play for keeps! You want a highlight? You're gonna get one... just don't try to use Ami's medical bills as another tax write off once I'm through with her. But whatever happens from here on out... that's blood on your hands and money coming out of /your/ pocket. Just remember one thing; you started this. Be careful what you wish for...

Bux: You better get ready, time's tickin, and it's tickin fast!

Backstage Segment: Pretty Trashy

We're backstage once more, and it looks like the camera has been set up this time and not being held as Terri Thompson and "Pretty" Faye Qent are in the frame. They're dressed in their ring gear, and Terri is sitting in a steel chair with it turned backwards, and Faye Qent is towering over her at her left hand side.

Terri: Heh, so Alison is paranoid. Alison thinks that Qent and I have been in cahoots all along.

Terri blows a raspberry while Faye shakes her head and does a thumbs down.

Terri: What's next? You're going to tell us that chem-trails turn the frogs gay and that Chuck E. Cheese pizza is recycled? Yeah, that's a thing. Look that one up.

Qent manages a laugh as Terri continues.

Terri: Alison is just showing more and more that she's scared, paranoid, because I went to Qent... like I said before, with a six pack and an idea. Now that the numbers are even, she doesn't know if Lexi Pryce will be enough to help her keep her title. That's all right... Alison, that's all right. Your time is coming sooner than later. Right now, the time is coming for the Stadtfelds. We've seen what they can do. Hell I've seen what they can do myself in 4WA. Amazing athletes, and they have the fact that they're blood to keep them bonded. Well, Qent and I aren't blood, but we're bonded.

She holds her first out to Qent, who gives it a pound.

Terri: Bonded by our upbringings, bonded about where we've come from, bonded about Alison laying in a pile of blood and broken bones, and bonded by the fact that we just... love this! This is our passion. Yeah, this is their passion too. And one thing they have that's an ace up their sleeve is the fact that they're twins. Well, I'm here to tell you..... Qent and I, we don't care which one of you gets in the ring, which one of you pretends to be the other. When we step through those ropes, you'll look the same as everyone else. Victims. Victims for our wrath. What we see... we're like bulls... we see red. And when we're done? The aftermath will look like a beautiful disaster.

The two stare into the camera as the scene fades.

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