2020.07.25: PWN - LONE - LONE 37

Intro

A video package cuts onto the titantron that hangs above the entrance stage. The package starts off with Rage Against The Machine's Testify. It starts off with Violent Violet working over Rook, and then Cinnamon hitting her Sugar & Spice kick on Rook to win Queen of the Castle. Then it cuts to Sister Catherine and Stitches, the duo known as The Damned. They hit their Spear (Sister Catherine) and Clothesline (Stitches) combination called Damnation on a stunned Alison Crowne. There's then a graphic of Cinnamon on the left, posing with her arms out and the tiara on her head, and Violent Violet smashing her right fist into the palm of her left hand. While on the right, there's Sister Catherine adjusting her glasses before baring her fangs while Stitches tilts her head slowly to her right. In the middle it reads SPICE & ICE VS. THE DAMNED FOR THE LONE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Before that graphic fades, Sister Catherine spits a red mist at the screen and it covers it for a moment.

More video footage. Madison Anderson walking down the aisle and slapping hands with the fans, before a cut of her pinning Olga the Barbarian at LONE 29 for the shocking win! Then it cuts to footage of Olga giving Tick L. an Olga Bomb over the top rope at LONE 12, eliminating her from the rumble. Then there's more footage of her working over "Pretty" Fay Qent and then it cuts to another match graphic. Madison Anderson on the left smiling and waving like she's happy to be here, with Olga on the right with her arms folded over her chest and Frank Debauchee flexing behind her. The center reads MADISON ANDERSON VS. OLGA THE BARBARIAN W/FRANK DEBAUCHEE

Then, footage for our main event. "Gutter Trash" Terri Thompson giving Alison Crowne the Mind in the Gutter bulldog, and Alison Crowne dropping Terri on her head with her Crowning Moment tombstone piledriver. The graphic has Terri on the left with the LONE championship around her waist, her Surgeon General's Warning t-shirt on, and she's lighting a cigarette in her mouth while Alison on the right is rolling her neck and cracking her knuckles. The graphic in the center reads TERRI THOMPSON VS. ALISON CROWNE LAST WOMAN STANDING MATCH FOR THE LONE CHAMPIONSHIP!

The song ends as the logo for the 4 Year Anniversary flashes onto the screen and then there's many loud bangs as pyro in the purple and pink hues of LONE start to fire off around the stage. BRAAAT! BRRRAATTATTTAT TAAAATATATAT! ..... BOOM!

Kevin North: WELCOME to Supremacy: LONE 37 - 4 Year Anniversary! It's been 4 years already. Wow, it's hard to believe! I'm Kevin North alongside my broadcast colleague, Frank Washington!

Washington: It's an honor to be here, North! As always! I can't believe we're already up to 4 years. It's passed by so fast! Here's to another 4 years, and many more!

North: Here's to another one and many more! What a night we've got planned for you tonight, folks! We've got--

Suddenly, over the PA, a part of the British National Anthem kicks in. GOD SAAAAVE THE QUEEEEEEN!!

North: What is this?!

The camera cuts to the entrance way as Neil Young's "Cinnamon Girl" kicks in.

North: Oh no...

Cinnamon and Violent Violet emerge from the gorilla position. Violent Violet is to Cinnamon's left. A group of stage hands come out and begin tossing down crimson colored pillows, with some picking them up after Cinnamon walks on them just to toss them ahead of her so she can step on them again. For some reason, she doesn't want to get her feet on the ground.

North: Cinnamon has said, I'm sorry, QUEEN Cinnamon, has said that the only place that she should grace her royal feet are in the ring. This is just ridiculous. I'm sorry!

Spice & Ice are wearing their usual ring gear, however, Cinnamon has the tiara that was given to her at Queen of the Castle on her head.

The crowd showers the tag duo known as Spice & Ice as they walk to the ring. When Cinnamon starts to step on the steel ring steps, the stagehands grab the pillows and head to the back. Cinnamon moves to the center of the ring and spreads her arms while Violent Violet gets down on one knee in front of her. After a moment, Violent Violet gets up and moves to the side of the ring so she can get a microphone from Baxter. Once she gets the microphone, she moves to hand it to Cinnamon. The way she hands it to her, however, is she gets down on one knee and holds the microphone up to her, laid out across her hands.

Cinnamon takes the microphone and speaks to the crowd.

Cinnamon: BOW! That's right! BOW to your QUEEN!

Cinnamon: It's overdue! It's LONG overdue that I finally get the recognition that I deserve! For ONCE, this show doesn't open up with that gutter slut Terri Thompson lamenting about her poor wife or Alison Crowne whining about her title loss! Now instead you get the honor of your BEAUTIFUL QUEEN gracing you with her presence!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Cinnamon spreads her hands out at her sides. Violet remains on her knee.

Cinnamon: That's right! Tell me how much you adore me! I've had to go through so much to get to where I am! I've had humble beginnings in Annapolis, Maryland! I trained! HARD! I debuted here and I went through No Fly Zone, I went through that second rate version of us in The Gucci Gals! I even went through your precious darling Rook and became YOUR Queen! Now, now the two of us will slay the bible thumping Vampire and whatever that weirdo is that's with her and become the NEW LONE Tag Team Champions TONIGHT! I--

Sister Catherine: Humble beginnings?

Spice & Ice turn towards the sound of Sister Catherine's voice, peering at the titantron.

It lights up with the image of Sister Catherine and Stitches. Sister Catherine is in a nun habit with the hood pulled down, holding an open bible in her hands. Stitches is holding porcelain dolls in the likenesses of Cinnamon and Sister Catherine, having them wrestle each other.

Sister Catherine: Psalm 106:39. Thus they became unclean in their practices, And played the harlot in their deeds.

Cinnamon's eyes widen, and then narrow in anger.

Cinnamon: You know what?! I'm tired of this!

Sister Catherine responds calmly.

Sister Catherine: Of playing the Harlot?

Cinnamon points an accusing finger.

Cinnamon: Of YOU and your constant quoting of "the good book!"

Cinnamon makes air quotes.

Cinnamon: I had to hear it for years from my parents and it drove me away!

Sister Catherine: Because you would rather flaunt your body for currency.

Cinnamon: You know what?! That was the past! I admit it! I admit, I was an exotic dancer! But I worked hard, before then, during then, and after then, to get to where I am now!

Sister Catherine: And now what are you? A Queen? A false God! A false God that REVELS in her DECADENCE!

Stitches continues to play with the dolls while Sister Catherine and Cinnamon go back and forth.

Cinnamon: Oooh I can't wait for later tonight. I'm going to make you get down on your knees like you do for your lord, but for ME!

Stitches has the Sister Catherine doll give the Cinnamon doll the Bloodlust(Impaler DDT), but afterwards, she fumbles with the Cinnamon doll and it falls to the floor. The camera shows the doll on the floor with the face broken. Stitches's voice is heard.

Stitches: OH NO! I BROKE IT! I BROKE IT!

Stitches begins sobbing as the camera cuts back to its default position and Sister Catherine puts a consoling arm around Stitches as she looks down and sobs.

Stitches: I broke it...

Stitches slowly raises her head.

Stitches: And now I have to break you...!

Stitches then emits an extremely loud shriek as her eyes shoot open and the camera takes up her face before suddenly cutting out.

Cinnamon and Violent Violet look... shocked. Cinnamon shakes her head slowly and tosses the mic behind her which emits some feedback as they head out of the ring.

Ashley Lopez Backstage Interview

After The Damned crashed Cinnamon’s coronation as Queen of the Castle the camera shifts to the backstage area as Ashley Lopez can be seen standing next to Linda Edwards.

Linda Edwards: Ashley, several months ago you had a match in the first round of the Queen of the Castle tournament as you had recently split with your former partner Hannah Kix. As fate would have it she would also be your opponent and in the end neither of you were able to advance. Now I understand that you requested this time because you had a lot to get off your chest…

Lopez: That’s right. Linda, while I appreciate you coming out here for this interview I’m just going to get down to business here. Hannah Kix; I knew you were selfish but I didn’t know you’d go so far as to cost yourself a guaranteed championship opportunity, anytime, any place, anywhere just to ensure I didn’t get one either. But it looks like I was wrong. You can claim you never lost and still never got your opportunity while you have a convenient scapegoat to throw the blame on. But you see Hannah, I’m not here to make excuses; there’s no guarantee that I was ever going to win the tournament to begin with. Fate may have still had Cinnamon come away with the tiara regardless but then again… maybe not. We’ll never know for sure but there’s one thing I do know; we got some unfinished business to take care of and I don’t care what I have to do to get it settled! Because we’re going to keep spinning our wheels, we’re going to fall further and further behind in the LONE Championship picture the longer we’re at each other’s throats. We’re going to fall into the rear view mirror because neither one of us is going to allow the other to get a shot before herself. So Hannah… I want you to look me in the eyes wherever you are right now.

She points to her eyes with her index and middle finger forked out.

Lopez: I don’t care if I have to fly to Paris myself and fight you at the top of the Eiffel Tower but you’re going to pa-

Before Lopez could finish her thought Hannah Kix came into the frame with a flying knee to the head of Ashley Lopez! Linda Edwards nearly falls over from the collision but barely manages to pull herself away as she runs off down the hallway. Hannah Kix waits for Ashley Lopez to get to her knees before she makes her Eat Her Kix by kicking her right in the temple! Hannah Kix stands over her rival as a woman dressed in a suit like you’d expect from an executive or business professional picks up the microphone that Linda dropped on her way out of the area.

Tries. Heh. Best thing about being Raquel, is that no one needs to help her with any bottles! Or jars! She openly eats while watching the debacle, considering everything present was actually purchased from the Hotel's concession stand. Calls for a doll army causes the Hispanic bodybuilder to twitch, for she has seen and had to slay such beings herself.

As the violence begins, the confusion fades from Belina's face, replaced by a tiny smile. This is something she understands.

Shaserra ohhhhhs and gasps while jumping up from her seat, bouncing in surprise at the ass.. Well head kicking. "Thaat has to hurt!" She nudges her companion and smiles. "Pfft, Stitches sucks." A PS there.

Hannah Kix: Tu vas venir à Paris et faire quoi, Ashley? Combattez-moi sur la tour Eiffel? Vas-tu me rejeter? Allez-vous faire irruption dans tous les cafés et espérer trouver quelqu'un qui pourrait me connaître par l’intermédiaire du mari de la troisième cousine? Vous parlez tous, pas d’action; vos mots n'ont aucun sens! Voyez, je suis sur l'action; mon dossier reflète cela. J'ai rarement goûté à la défaite de tout mon temps dans LONE, mais qu'est-ce que tu as fait exactement qui te fait penser que tu es à mon niveau? Vous êtes diplômé 4WA? Tu penses que tes racines hollywoodiennes te permettent de couper devant moi? Ce n’est pas ainsi que le monde fonctionne et vous avez beaucoup à apprendre! Mais n'oublie jamais; nous nous battons sur mon temps, pas sur le vôtre et ce soir vous étiez au compteur et vous ne le saviez même pas! Voici donc un conseil gratuit; ne commencez pas quelque chose que vous ne pouvez pas terminer. Éloignez-vous pendant que vous le pouvez encore.

Translator: You’re going to come to Paris and do what, Ashley? Fight me on the Eiffel Tower? Are you going to throw me off? Are you going to barge into every cafe and hope to find someone that might know me through the third cousin’s husband? You’re all talk, no action; your words are meaningless! See, I’m about action; my record reflects that. I have rarely ever tasted defeat in my entire time in LONE but what exactly is it that you’ve done that makes you think you’re on my level? You graduated 4WA? You think your Hollywood roots allow you to cut in front of me? That’s not how the world works and you’ve got a lot to learn! But don’t you ever forget; we fight on my time, not yours and tonight you were on the clock and you didn’t even know it! So here’s a piece of free advice; don’t start something you can’t finish. Walk away while you still can.

With that the Translator drops the microphone on Ashley Lopez as they walk off.

Gucci Gals Backstage Segment

Prada Paula: This is bullshit.

The cameras catch up to Prada Paula and Miss Gucci each holding a plate of assorted food near the catering table.

Miss Gucci: I know, right? The only reason why The Damned are tag team champions is because Jack E. Bux is afraid that we’ll take the belts off his new golden geese. The Gucci Gals ran the tag team game before they were even a thought in anyone’s mind here.

Prada Paula: For real. I mean everyone knows if we were given a shot and given our due that we’d be running things right now!

Miss Gucci: Yeah, but Alison and Terri are on the marquee instead… that should be us!

Prada Paula: Don’t get me started on that! You know, Alison talks a big game, claims she goes to bat for us but when it matters most? She’s silent, she’s silent and serving herself! Talk is cheap, you know?

Miss Gucci: Preach, sister. I always knew she couldn’t be trusted though. I mean, yeah Terri had what was coming to her coming, but you know Alison is all about padding her own bank account. Just because you trained since you were 15 don’t make you special!

Prada Paula: But isn’t that how it’s always been though? We have to work twice as hard to achieve half as much. Because when we’re given the ball we go further with it than we’re allowed to.

Prada Paula takes a bite out of one of her sliders on her plate.

Miss Gucci: I was the first LONE Champion, ever! I held that belt for a year! I haven’t even gotten another title match since 2017! Because Bux knows, girl, he KNOWS he lucked out when he got that belt off me, with his little chosen one Terri because I made it nearly impossible once I got my shot! And you Paula, girl, you deserve your shot too! You should have won that belt at least once since then! We should be multi time LONE Champions, we should be the current tag team champions; not Terri, not The Damned!

Prada Paula: And Cinnamon? Why did she get such an easy mode path to the Queen of the Castle? Like ugh, I can’t believe I’m saying this but I feel bad for Rook!

Miss Gucci: For real? That basic bitch and her gaudy sunglasses?

Prada Paula holds up a finger as she takes another quick bite/

Prada Paula: I mean think of it, Gooch. Cinnamon wins her first match, okay? Then her potential opponents just happen to ‘not win’ just so she can advance automatically to the finals with a bye? And then her bestie, Violet, just happens to beat Rook down and get herself disqualified all so Cinnamon can just swoop in for the crown? You gonna tell me that shit don’t stink?

Miss Gucci: It totally does and you know what…. Why weren’t we even asked to participate? I mean I get it, Bux loves his underdogs that he can market a feel good story about. ‘Rook was so close to beating Alison for the LONE Championship in her debut; she wasn’t expected to get that far! But she almost did it anyway!’ ‘Rook upset the former champion and nearly won the entire Queen of the Castle tournament, can she break through next time?’ What about those of us with proven track records and that get the job done?! What about the Gucci Gals?!

Shaserra looks at Keidan, parts her lips to reply. "I.... uhh.." Then just shrugs, a little lost and unsure there. I think so, maaaybe? But she has not surrendered so."

The Gucci Gals venting session gets interrupted by Frank Debauchee with Olga standing next behind him.

Debauchee: Ladies, ladies, ladies!

Debauchee looks Miss Gucci and Prada Paula over and their plates of food.

Debauchee: I know you’re in need of some comfort but all of those carbs ain’t gonna do it!

The Gucci Gals look at one another and slowly put their plates down on the table.

Debauchee: Look, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you but you’re out here in catering when you could’ve been out there trying to become Queen of the Castle. You two weren’t even invited to participate or given a chance and do you know why? Because people are forgetting about you and the longer you’re back here the more people are going to forget. Soon everyone is going to forget about the two of you at the rate this is going.

The Gucci Gals glance down at the floor as Frank Debauchee grins and flexes his biceps and admires his physique. Olga stands behind him with a menacing presence as Debauchee continues to keep it cool with his words.

Debauchee: Do you know why nobody forgets about Olga? She’s not at every event and sometimes we take a vacation to the Land of Smexy for a few months on my boat only fit for Mr. February himself.

Debauchee flashes a cocky grin.

Debauchee: But everybody fears Olga, not just respect, FEARS! Everybody knows when Frank Debauchee’s beautiful face appears on those TV screens that danger isn’t far behind. The result doesn't matter so much; it’s what happens after the bell that really puts our faces on the marquee. You see, we’re not just in the business of wins and losses but making statements! Putting Frank Debauchee front and center is a statement. Putting Olga in the middle of that ring and destroying everything in her path? That’s a statement. We don’t wait for opportunities to come to us, we take them at will; we take them on our time. And you two… you two could be standing front and center with me, just like Olga, with your names on everybody’s lips just like they used to be. That’s why you two… need to stick with me. My offer still stands, you both have my number; both work and personal. Now if you two will excuse us, we have a statement we’re about to make in the middle of that ring.

Frank Debauchee struts off with confidence and swagger in his step as Olga follows closely behind him. The Gucci Gals look at one another, both deep in thought and contemplating the words they just heard

Madison Anderson vs. Olga the Barbarian w/Frank Debauchee

Baxter: The Following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Ambitions by Donkeyboy kicks on the PA as Madison Anderson emerges from the curtain with a smile on her face. She skips down the aisle, moving to each side of it to slap hands with the fans before sliding into the ring and moving to a turnbuckle to raise her hands up and get the fans on their feet from the middle tournbuckle before hopping and racing over to the opposite turnbuckle to do the same thing.

Baxter: From Manchester, New Hampshire, MADISON AAAAANDERSOOOOOOOON!

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.

DING DING

North: Well, we got the long awaited rematch between these two here. Olga has been demanding this for the last few months and Bux decided there would be no better place than 4th Year Anniversary.

Washington: I gotta give Madison credit for accepting the challenge but I fear she may regret it, she barely escaped the first time! I’ve worked with Olga and Debauchee before and they’re not the people you want to get on the bad side of!

Madison darts around the ring nervously with Debauchee on the outside and Olga quickly closing in on her and she manages to swiftly dodge a clothesline attempt as she throws a very hard and stiff kick at Olga's ribs. Olga blinks at her and grabs her by the neck with both hands and tosses her like a ragdoll into the corner. Madison yelps as Olga hits her with a nasty knife-edge chop that echos through the arena as she grabs her chest in pain. Olga is quick to press her boot into her throat, holding onto the top rope for leverage as the referee immediately calls for a clean break.

1!

2!

3!

4!

Olga lets go at the count of 4 before grabbing her by the hair and tossing her into the center of the ring. Madison's eyes go wide as Olga menacingly walks back over to her as she's quick to get back to her feet and try to cut her down with a low dropkick to the knees which she manages to accomplish as the towering brute falls to the ground.

North: Madison gets the low dropkick and cuts the monster down!

Washington: It’s a good start but she’s going to need to keep her off her feet as much as possible to have a chance.

Madison tries to work on the leg by grabbing it and stomping on it but Olga quickly powers out by kicking her away with her feet, causing Madison to almost fly backward. Olga tries to get to her feet but Madison quickly hits her in the face with a running knee which seems to knock her back down with authority. Olga doesn't appear to be moving and Madison thinks she's got her shot and goes for a quick pin. 1....2.......Olga throws her off! Madison goes up and backward nearly five feet from being launched and looks legitimately scared as Olga sits up!

North: For a split second I thought she knocked Olga out!

Washington: And that knee might’ve knocked anyone else out too but they don’t make em like Olga! That’s over 200 pounds of cold Russian iron and steel!

Olga grabs Madison by the hair as she tries to escape and immediately holds her above her had and lifts her up and down several times as she presses her in the air above her head before slamming her down with authority with a gorilla press slam! Madison yells in pain on the mat as Olga presses her foot on her chest and steps over her! Madison tries to crawl away but Olga grabs her by the foot and yanks her away from the ropes. Madison shakes her head in fear as Olga yanks her up off the mat once more and looks to go for the Olga Bomb, her jackknife powerbomb as she lifts her high in the air...

North: Olga Bomb, if she connects with this that’s all she wrote!

But Madison Anderson manages to slip out and reverses the hold, flipping and turning her body in a fluid motion to catch Olga in a victory roll pin! Madison holds onto both legs for all she's worth as Olga is caught completely by surprise 1.....2..........3!

Baxter: Here is your winner... Madison Anderson!

North: Madison did it again!

Washington: Sometimes lightning does strike twice! Come on, get out of there!

Almost as if Madison heard Frank Washington's plea all the way from commentary she quickly pops up and tries to go for the nearest exit out of the ring but Frank Debauchee is there blocking her way! Madison turns around to try to dart out another side but Olga was already up and turned her inside out with a clothesline, causing her to flip several times in the air from the impact before crashing to the mat! Olga yanks Madison up by her hair and this time lifts her up and connects with the Olga Bomb!

North: OLGA BOMB!

Washington: Not that I blame her but Madison was just a little too quick to get out of there and she picked the wrong exit!

Olga doesn't seem satisfied as she yanks Madison up a second time and Olga Bombs her over the top rope and outside of the ring! EMTs begin scrambling out to try to tend to Madison but Olga steps forward and makes them back up, not wanting to be an object of her wrath! Debauchee looks very pleased by this display as Olga then grabs Madison by her legs and swings her viciously into the steel steps! The steps crash and fall as a decent dent is left from the impact! With Olga's appetite for destruction now seemingly satisfied, Debauchee moves for Olga to take his arm as they triumphantly strut to the back as EMTs surround Madison Anderson.

Alison Crowne Promo

Alison: February 29th, 2020...Lethal Leap Year. That was supposed to be the fateful day when it was all supposed to end. The day I ended Terri Thompson and put her out of my life for good. The 456th day as the LONE Champion wasn’t supposed to be the end but the beginning of greater things with that one final weakness… that last demon finally expunged and exercised.

Alison sits in her private locker room in her ring attire, sporting the black and silver tonight with her hands and wrists finally taped up. She had a cold and distant look in her eyes, like someone who was carrying a massive weight on her shoulders and struggling with something deep inside herself. Once full of swagger and life, the former champion’s head was in a very dark place at the current moment.

Alison: You were supposed to finally be out of my life Terri; February 29th was supposed to be the day where I began to heal! To finally put the betrayal and the pain you caused me behind me and to become the person I’m supposed to be. With that final weakness… you, gone, I was meant to finally get the big contract I deserved after being underpaid for so long, I would’ve become more than just The Highlight of the Night, a living legend for putting LONE on my back and carrying it into the future. It’s because of ME that LONE got the big network deal with IC3 and the Prospect Wrestling Network, not Jack E. Bux, ME! I was the one that busted her ass and spilled buckets of her own blood, poured her sweat and tears into that ring and outside of it, working through injury and having been subjected to an unsafe work environment and in spite of EVERYTHING I persevered through it all and found a way to thrive! People are talking about LONE because of ME! They’re talking about Alison Crowne as the longest reigning LONE Champion in history, the record breaking champion that would’ve been on the Women’s Olympic Boxing Team representing the United States of America if not for the injuries I suffered 5 months ago! The same record breaking champion that defended her championship across the New England area 6 times in a single month and the one that went on national TV and syndicated radio; ME!

Alison points to herself emphatically as her words were soaked in anger and bitter resentment. With every word she spoke she truly believed or was very convincing in driving home the point that she felt she did everything for a company that didn’t seem to love her back.

Alison: You can hate me all you want Terri, I hope you hate me with every fiber of your being but unlike you I’ve been nothing but a FIGHTING Champion! I’ve been a fighting champion while you get to go months between defenses! I’ve EARNED my spot in the spotlight and the mainstream! So why do you… why do you and Bux get to take the center stage and all the credit after I did all the hard work? Why?

Her ‘why’ especially sounded pained in its delivery.

Alison: There’s no going back for us, Terri, it’s impossible for things to be the way they used to be. Our entire friendship was built on a lie because you put yourself first over our friendship; I’m just painted as the villain because I woke up and saw that Stevenson, despite all of his faults was at least right about you. You never believed in me, you never valued me and you never cared about me and you know what? I’ve come to EMBRACE the role of the villain you and everyone else has decided to cast me as! I revel in it! The only thing I regret…

She looks away for a moment as he holds up an index finger before looking back to the camera.

Alison: Is that I had to break Wendy’s neck; because she was good to me, she was my friend. But it had to be done, I had no other choice because I knew where her true loyalties laid and it was only a matter of time before she picked you over me and got involved. But I don’t regret how it made your life fall to pieces, Terri, because you deserved all of that and so much more for betraying me in the way you did. People see us on screen, they don’t know all the personal moments and stories we’ve shared behind the scenes in our daily lives. You were somebody I trusted with my life and if I couldn’t trust you to watch my back, when you lied to me and the entire world and went into business for yourself as El Jinte Rojo then how long Terri, HOW LONG?! How long would it have taken before you did it over and over again? Bury me to Bux behind my back while trying to console me after the fact like I was none the wiser? Would you have pushed for me to get fired while telling me if you knew you’d go to bat and fight for me? Heaven forbid, would you have promised me your kidney if I needed it only to back out right before I went into surgery because you didn’t want a minimal impact on your own quality of life to save mine? You destroyed my trust, Terri!

I’ve given 12 years of my life to this business, Terri. I’ve been trained from the age of 15 to make this my career and my life and nothing was handed to me. I went out under my own name, I made my own opportunities happen and I climbed to the top of this mountain alone when I thought I’d have friends around me to share it with. I gave up a relationship that I was happy, very happy in once because I knew that I had to give everything I had, 100% of me to make my dreams come true and to create the life for myself that I always wanted. And you, Terri, you’ve only been doing this what, 4 years? You’re the only multi-time champion in LONE history, you’ve held it three times, you married the woman of your dreams and you’re a very wealthy woman.You’ve gotten nearly everything you could’ve ever wanted and it fell right into your lap so effortlessly! I’m sick of seeing you get exactly what you want while I’m seen as some pariah for fighting for my dreams!

Alison reaches over and grabs her black MMA gloves and begins to slide them onto her hands and fastening the velcro on tight around the wrists.

Alison: So tonight, this will be the end, once and for all. Tonight one of us is going to get exactly what she wants! Either I’m going to snap your neck and right a wrong by reclaiming my LONE Championship or you’re going to stand over me after I fail to answer a count of ten. If I lose, if you defeat me Terri; I’m gone. I will walk away from LONE and wrestling and retire on the spot. Bux won’t have to worry about agreeing to a new contract, neither The Damned won’t have to worry about me coming for their tag team championships should they retain tonight and you know what Terri? You can celebrate with your new best friend Emily and brag about how you both cheap shotted me out of the business. Maybe I’ll go back to MMA full time, maybe I’ll become a Hollywood actress, or maybe I’ll just keep collecting those big fat endorsement checks in my own little personal sanctuary far away from you.

Nobody wakes up wanting to be evil… but some are driven to commit it when everything they believed in has been exposed as a giant lie. If that makes me evil now? I embrace it. Tonight; it ends.

Because we can’t keep doing this.

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