2019.11.29: PWN - LONE - LONE 29

Intro

The camera pans back to the hallway just outside the LONE locker room as The Gucci Gals, appeared to be both bored and annoyed as Linda Edwards walks into view.

Miss Gucci: Alright, let's get this over with.

Linda Edwards: Umm... the two of you requested this time; I'm just doing my job.

Prada Paula: Yeah, yeah, yeah, Linda; save the corporate doublespeak won't ya?

Miss Gucci: Yeah; you'd think Bux would have the time of day for a dynamic duo like us but apparently he's too busy... meeting with attorneys and trying to secure funding for... whatever war he's waging this month with Alison Crowne. Tyrants, am I right?

Miss Gucci glances over to Prada Paula who nods next to her.

Miss Gucci: But that's no excuse nor cause to absolve him of the responsibilities he's neglecting and the injustices he's committing against the two baddest girls in the entire LONE locker room; us, honey. See, months ago we were robbed of the prize we hold dear, the prize that should still be around our totally gucci waists, the LONE Tag Team Championship.

Prada Paula: See, seeing those nasty little bloodsuckers parade that belt around their little cult? It's gross. I'm sure if there is a God, he wouldn't care about a pair of freaks and rejects cast out from society but that he would appreciate all the beauty in the world and would cast out those who would taint or defile his precious, luscious earth. He would want a pair of champions, a pair...

Both: That's So Gucci!

The Gucci Gals laugh as Miss Gucci puts on her sunglasses.

Miss Gucci: Draped in designer clothes and anointed in only the most precious and luxurious of fragrances. So here's how it's gonna go you bloodbank robbers, Boney and Clod, Generations? They're out of the picture; they got their shot and they blew it, back of the line and out of sight and out of mind. We got a rematch coming to us and we're going to take it on our time and on our terms so all the little would be posers in the back? Know your place and wait your turn because we will toss you out like the trash you are.

As The Gucci Gals are finishing up Frank Debauchee eyes both of them, completely ignoring Linda Edwards as he may have slowed down his pace down the hallway just to hear them speak and give them their airtime to vent their issues.

Debauchee: Good evening, ladies.

He glances back with a grin as he walks past as The Gucci Gals seem to acknowledge him with a nod and a glance his direction as well. Then The Gucci Gals glare at Linda Edwards who's still standing there.

Miss Gucci: Um.... excuse me, why are you still here?

Linda Edwards: Well I...

Prada Paula: Bye, Felicia!

The Gucci Gals walk into the locker room and shut the door in her face.

"The Mistress of the Microphone" Jennifer Stewart in action

DING DING DING!

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! On the way to the ring, from San Antonio, Texas... She is the Mistress of the Microphone, JENNIFEEEER STEWAAAART!

The arena darkens, and a spotlight shines on the stage where Jennifer Stewart stands in front of a man playing a piano.

North: Jennifer Stewart has been doing quite well for herself so far and last month she notched up another victory, albeit in a very painful way that I know she wouldn't want. Just when it looked like Jennifer Stewart had Cinnamon beat Violent Violet jumped into the ring and helped Cinnamon engage in what could only be described as a gang beatdown.

DIC: Perception is everything, Kev; everything! The record books may state one thing but when you're walking out on your own power and your opponent simply can't get up that speaks volumes! I don't see how she could sing with such gusto after such a humiliation, have some damn dignity!

Jennifer Stewart: She calls herself Violent,
but I'll show her the meaning of that very wooooord,
Listen closely as I sing
It will be the most accurate song you've ever heeeeeard!

I--

Before Jennifer Stewart could continue Spice and Ice jump her from behind as the music cuts off. Jennifer Stewart tries to fight them off but Violet punches her several times in the kidney to force her down to her knees. Spice and Ice swiftly hit the Sex and Violence, the aided wheelbarrow facebuster on the ramp!

North: Sex and Violence! Why?!

DIC: Don't act like you don't know; this is to send a statement!

Cinnamon picks up the microphone and taps the top of it several times as the crowd boos.

Cinnamon: Do you ever shut up?! Almost every month you come out here like you're auditioning for American Idol or America's Got Talent or whatever little musical circus is hot on TV this year making a mockery of what we do! Your think your voice is so silky and heavenly but all your voice is good for is putting people to sleep and in a coma! You think you're some Mistress of the Microphone, huh?! I'll show you who the mistress is when I have you bow to me! Get her up, get her up!

Violet grabs Jennifer Stewart up by her hair, forcing her to bow as Cinnamon slaps the everloving taste out of Jennifer Stewart's mouth.

Cinnamon: You belong at my feet, LONE belongs at my feet! And soon, you better believe you're going to see Spice and Ice front and center... right where we belong! Know your place!

Cinnamon shoves her boot hard into Jennifer Stewart's face before Spice and Ice retreat up the match, the medical team rushing to her as the upcoming match has been canceled.

Backstage Segment: Young & Dangerous

Rook and Katrina are seen standing by the catering area as various plates and platters and bowls of food can be seen sitting on a table nearby.

Katrina: Another month, another dollar. The wheel goes round and round as it always does. The wind blows every which way and lights always shine brightly. There's many constants in life but for the past half year or more the one problem that has never gone away has been Ashley Lopez and Hannah Kix.

Rook: Bunch of cowards.

Rook shook her head with a look of frustration.

Rook: Never to your face, always coming at you from your back. It's all about jealousy; that's what this has always been about. People want what they don't have or what they're not willing to work for. I've taken my opportunities as they've come up and I've made my own, all to make my mark. A split second away from winning the LONE Championship in my debut and the two of them lost their damn marbles! Anybody could've answered that challenge and it wasn't the first time the gauntlet was thrown down so tell me Hannah, Ashley; why did neither of you step up to the plate? Why do you have to take out your frustrations on me when you could've been the first one served? You didn't even have the courtesy to come at me to my face!

Katrina: And I wasn't going to let that happen to my friend; somebody had to do the right thing and take a stand with her. There's going to come a point of time in our careers where Rook and I may eventually be on opposite ends chasing the same prize; nature of the business but right now, we stand together. We stand together now and we're going to remain friends even when that time comes. But the two of you, Ashley, Hannah? The only thing binding the two of you together are your greed and envy and honestly the fissures and the cracks are already beginning to show in the shaky foundation your alliance is built upon. But let's be honest; this dance has gone on long enough so I'd like to propose this. Next month, the four of us face off in a tornado tag team match, we push our chips to the center and let the cards fall where they may. Prove us wrong or prove us right; the choice is yours.

Rook: To the victor goes the spoils and the bragging rights; sound good? Because it'll be a cold day in hell if I let either of you get the last laugh!

Madison Anderson vs. Olga the Barbarian w/Frank Debauchee

As the lights come back on in the arena after the video, we see that Madison Anderson is waiting in the ring.

DING DING DING!

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Manchester, New Hampshire, MADISON AAAAANDERSOOOOOOOON!

Madison poses as the crowd begins to cheer.

Baxter: And her opponent...

Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar On Me starts to play as out comes Olga the Barbarian with Frank Debauchee.

Baxter: From the Land of Smexy.... accompanied to the ring by Frank Debauchee... she is OLGA! THE BAAAARBAAARIAAAAAN!

Olga stomps towards the ring with a menacing gaze fixed on Madison that causes Madison to freeze in the ring, all while Debauchee jawjacks with the crowd.

Jalal smiles as Madison Anderson comes out, "You know someday I could do a whole ffake documentary on the wrestling Anderson family tree."

Martin ooos, "I bet you could. Well, you might actually have to do a documentary on the life of Madison Anderson, because it looks like Olga's gonna kill her!"

DING DING

North: Madison Anderson may have very well pulled the short straw here tonight. Olga made her return recently at the Rumble and she doesn't look very happy.

DIC: Does she ever look happy? She's about to smash Madison down from a solid 8 to a lowly 5!

Madison quickly tries to rush at Olga, hoping to catch her off guard with a swift clothesline but Olga doesn't even stagger back, in fact Madison stumbles back from the impact shaking and holding her arm. Olga stares down at her thoroughly unimpressed as Madison runs against the ropes to try to build up momentum for another clothesline which results in a similar failure. Madison still isn't deterred despite how increasingly unimpressed and bored Olga appears to be and she does so one final time again off the ropes as she goes for a leaping running clothesline which forces Olga to stumble back half a step but not an inch further. Madison screams as she falls and gets back up, cradling her arm seemingly doing a lot more damage to herself than Olga. As Madison turns around she gets mowed over by a devastating big boot from Olga sending her crashing down to the mat in a hard way.

North: That big boot of Olga's strikes true as it always does. Even with months away from the ring it's like she's never left!

DIC: Well Thanksgiving was spoiled for her last year so she's trying to make it a better one this year. The only good thing about this for Madison is that she might not be able to remember a thing before the night is done!

Madison groans on the mat as Olga yanks her up by the hair with one hand back to her feet and punches her repeatedly in the face while holding her up as Madison struggles to properly defend herself, Olga coming in with a nasty sucker bunch to the gut as Madison finally covers up her face. Madison doubles over as Olga lets go of her hair as Olga readies herself against the ropes, charging forward and hitting a devastating clothesline as Madison lifts her head back up,

North: That just might do it ladies and gentlemen.

Olga places her foot on Madison's chest as the referee counts. 1.....2....KICKOUT! Madison threw her shoulder up!

DIC: That wasn't smart, she should've stayed down! This is Olga we're talking about here! Just eat the loss and collect your check while you still have most of your health!

North: For once, I agree. This isn't worth your health.

Olga looks irritated as she holds up three fingers with the referee showing two back. She reaches down to scoop Madison up, looking to lift her for the Olga Bomb, looking to plant her with her patented jacknife powerbomb but as Madison is lifted up she starts punching at Olga's head repeatedly before countering into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors DDT, rotating around as she shifts her positioning to give herself momentum to plant Olga's head into the mat! Debauchee looks surprised at ringside as the crowd begins to chant on the plucky underdog.

MAD-I-SON! MAD-I-SON! MAD-I-SON! MAD-I-SON! MAD-I-SON! MAD-I-SON!

North: I... well... ummm wow! Definitely not what I expected but that tilt-a-whirl DDT planted Olga with authority! She might have a chance!

DIC: I... wow. This... wow. You don't usually see that happen to Olga!

North: And she's got the crowd behind her too!

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