Friday Night Foundations XIX

We open on a single case of what appears to be expensive, jewel encrusted jewelry. The case itself is one of those display cases, where everything is laid out nicely and there’s a ton of light shining on the pieces. There’s various earrings and necklaces in this specific case, the shine from the jewelry almost blinding the camera shot. Without warning the camera begins to zoom out until we realize that we’re in an entire jewelry store, complete with clean white carpets and various nicely dressed employees throughout the store.

You can almost hear them coming a mile away, meaning you definitely heard their voices prior to ever seeing them. The unmistakable voices of Bash Blackstone and Veronica Taylor echoed into the store, and only a few seconds later they were arriving at the front.

Bash Blackstone: I bet you’re wondering why I’ve brought you here Vero…

The two of them walk into the store, and are the only people in at the time. There’s soft music playing to set the tone for the high end store.

Bash Blackstone: You have been through so much lately, dealing with people like Davina and Alex trying to ruin your career at every turn. I know how much hard work you put into everything you do, and I know without a doubt that the House of Wrestling stock has risen since the Superstarlet has joined. That’s why I knew that you deserve this. Pick out anything and everything you want, hun.

Bash stepped towards the center of the store and outstretched his hands.

Bash Blackstone: Of course, you’ll have to take it off once you get into the ring. We don’t know what kind of grossness Kerberos is bringing into the ring so we definitely don’t want him touching your precious items. So sorry you have to face him by the way, but I know you’ll make it a quick one.

Veronica Taylor smiled brightly, once again Bash was spoiling her though she had grown accustomed to this treatment, it was just something others hated about her that she always got what she wanted.

Veronica Taylor: Aw thanks, and yeah trust me I wouldn’t let him defile anything from here especially when Veronica Taylor is the one wearing it. Like, I’d hate to have to burn something just because he touched it ew!

Veronica said in a matter of fact tone, as she looked around taking stock of what was on the shelves, and on display.

Veronica Taylor: Alex Andrews and Davina King are going to beat the hell out of each other tonight and it will be amazing. Like almost star worthy which isn’t bad for two extras in the Veronica Taylor Show. Kerberos is also going to suffer a similar fate when I walk out with the victory.

Bash Blackstone: It’ll be so entertaining watching Davina and Alex fight for that last golden ticket spot. They may say that they won’t let it get in the way of their friendship but we all know that’s not true. Alex is looking to get the Grand Championship back and Davina never even had it, they both want this ticket badly. Unfortunately for them, Bianca is going to be able to come in and pick up their pieces. They have no chance.

They laughed together, as one of the salesmen brought out a chunky sapphire necklace, resembling the one from the Titanic movie.

Bash Blackstone: You don’t have anything…better?

The man’s eyes grew wide, and he returned to grab more sparkly items.

Bash Blackstone: Do you think I should have a chat with the referee tonight? I don’t want this Kerberos trying anything suspicious while he’s in the ring with the Superstarlet. Plus, I could give him some sort of secret word for you to use in case of emergencies. The referees should listen if they know what’s good for them.

Veronica smiled brightly at the idea as she states.

Veronica Taylor: Exactly I do agree, and they need to be on the look out for anything suspicious in that match not only for them but you know how Davina likes to stick her nose in my business or Andrews ugh! I mean it isn’t my fault their time is past but yet continue to try and step up and be some sort of savoir.

Veronica rolled her eyes in disgust, as she said waiting for someone to bring.

Veronica Taylor: Hoping the next is more my style, like It needs to sparkle as bright as me!

Bash Blackstone: I fully agree, where are the ones that shine brighter than the sun!

Bash claps his hands in order to make them move faster.

Bash Blackstone: Then at Homecoming, maybe we can have a whole segment of the Supershow designated to the one and only Superstarlet. The crowd would be lucky to see you at all! Tonight, and every night after will be YOUR night!

We cut away from Vero and Bash, and are left in darkness. At first, we don’t see any visuals but oh do we have audio. A harsh sound of metal on metal that makes you want to wince. It seems to happen every few seconds, as if something was being knocked together at intervals. When the visuals do kick in, the Architect of Ultraviolence is taking off a pair of construction goggles.

Archer: Here we are again, House of Wrestling, fighting for a chance to challenge the World Tag Team Champions. Fighting for an opportunity that should be ours. The Deathriders have had their straight shot, and these Salavea boys just got here. The Red Plague deserves a shot against the Midnight Demon Club. Every time we get in the ring, we set the bar that much higher. Not even the Queens could get a win off of us, and still we have to go through these hoops like we’re in some kind of damn circus…

The camera pans out more, revealing Archer to be in some kind of garage. Could easily be his own, working on a little home project. However, the project on his work bench looks to be attaching glass shards to a 2x4 wood plank.

Archer: That’s fine. The way I see it, there’s just two more lambs to the slaughter. Showing up the Deathriders was already on my to-do list, but doing so while becoming number one contenders? Killing two birds with one stone - that is how that goes, isn’t it, Emma?

Emma chuckles to herself as she just glanced I se at Archer's project, just smiling big.

Emma Douglas: That's always grea, getting to toss around a few teams, sowing some more mayhem. You know that's one of my favorite things to do. And showing out exactly what level of violence that is to be expected to put the likes of us down, yeah. It's going to be a good time.

Emma smiles brighter as she leans over and picks up her barbed wire wrapped bat she's aptly named "Barbara" a gift from Archer years ago.

Emma Douglas: Remember this?

Archer nods and laughs as he immediately recognizes it.

Emma Douglas: One of my prized possesions, it's seen a bit of gore over the years, maybe just maybe, it'll see some more real soon.

She lets out a breath as she rests the hand along her shoulder.

Emma Douglas: These teams just don't get it. They think we are some South Park goths, or whatever they spewed, but no. This IS exactly what we do. I am a former Heavyweight Champion, and my reign was gloriously brutal. Same can be said about your reigns in showcase what Ultraviolence is all about. We love hurting people, this is no different, just the stakes are a little higher. That said we've had more high pressure situations than these kids have had matches total. Period.

Emma nudges Archer with her shoulder.

Emma Douglas: You know, thinking on this match, my mind keeps coming up with this quote I've heard. "Win if you can, survive if we let you."

The Architect of Ultraviolence smiles devilishly.

Archer: What a perfect quote, that gives fair warning to not just everyone in this match. But the entirety of House of Wrestling. Up until now, we've been allowing you to survive, letting you walk away. No more. There is no more surviving the Red Plague!

Archer shoves the camera away and we're left with nothing but static.

Match One House of Wrestling World Tag Team Number One Contendership The Red Plague vs The Deathriders vs The Salavea Twins What an amazing triple threat tornado tag team match that is starting off the show here tonight. All teams make their way out to the ring with varying levels of crowd response. Before the match can start, our champions the Midnight Demon Club suddenly make their way down to the ring with the belts. Once again, they take their place at the commentary table to watch who will become their number one contenders. The match itself is all over the place due to the tornado rules. The largest obstacle here being Emma Douglas, who cleared house by launching Kaya into Jacob with a choke toss, followed by a running splash to the corner where both Lilith and Rodney were. Archer joins her in a pin attempt that is broken up. As Archer is battling Kaya, the Salavea Twins and Lilith take Emma to the outside with a double superkick and dragon suplex combo! The three of them having to work together in order to incapacitate Douglas for a portion. Besides Archer's interference, the Salavea's and the Parker's could go at it inside the ring. As Archer takes down Jacob, the Deathriders single out Rodney. The nail him with a sitout powerbomb and sliced bread combo that gets the crowd on their feet! Lilith goes for a pin but Archer sends Jacob into the pin with a shoulder block, in order to break it up. Archer and Jacob took one Parker sister each, going to either corner and keeping their battle away from one another. Rodney rolls to the outside, where Silas gets in his face. Rodney holds back from fighting with Silas, he doesn't want to mess this opportunity up. So he remains straight-faced, Romero smirks. From the side, comes Leati Salavea! It's his first time being seen officially in House of Wrestling, and he is not in the match so he CAN fight with Romero. He flies into Silas with a spear! Noa comes to the aid of her partner, throwing hands with Leati into the crowd. Meanwhile, Rodney gets back into the ring. The Red Plague have Jacob on one side of the ring, striking with a huge Ketracel White (Doomsday DDT) that sees Jacob hit the canvas hard! Once Rodney slides in and sees his brother being pulverized into the mat, he makes an interesting decision. Instead of helping his brother, he quickly runs up to Lilith and nails her with a leaping codebreaker! In a smooth transition, he folds her up into a small package and goes for a pin attempt! The moment was perfect. Archer had just locked horns with Kaya, believing himself to be running interference for his beloved. Kaya had spun him out and into a headlock. At the same time, after their Ketracel White move, Emma lies across Jacob in a pin attempt of her own. However, when she does, what they don't realize is that the referee is already on a two count! He counts the three for Rodney, and the bell rings! Kaya releases Archer, a confused look across her face that mirrored that of the Red Plague's. The referee raises Rodney's hand, just before he rolls to the outside and pulls his brother with him. Leati joins them on the ramp as they back up, nothing but laughs as they celebrate to the sound of their music. WINNER The Salavea Twins FINISHING MOVE Codebreaker

There’s a weighted smirk across the face of a young man, just entering the MGM Grand Garden, he seems all too confident in his strut as he makes his way through the backstage area, obviously slated to compete this evening. Its none other than Jvstice Hardy himself. He’s quick to remove his jacket walking swiftly to what would be his locker room, hanging on a hook and taking a look around the place. Obviously taking it all in as if it were the first time, although he was just here a few weeks ago for the HOW and Liberty Pro Metaverse event. As he walks into the locker room he places his bag down and he turns around getting a good seat on the bench inside before kicking off his shoes.

It takes a few moments before he realizes the Camera is still waiting there perhaps to gather a minute of his thoughts and he smiles that all too easy grin before he begins taping up his hands.

Jvstice Hardy: “Yeah, yeah I see you there. What’s up HOWsers.”

He pauses a moment taking in those words before shaking his head.

Jvstice Hardy: “I’ll keep working on that one. Nevertheless, I suppose you’re wanting a brief little summary on what has led me here, what my next plans are, how things are going to go in this little House of Wrestling Universe. Its simple really. I’m Jvstice, I’m here to provide my name sake to whoever in the fuck wants a dose, and if it happens to lead me in one way or the other, then by gawd I guess we’re going to do that shit.”

He laughed. The former soldier and police officer obviously felt a little too free to drop whatever was in his thoughts, but you could see him formulating a more professional approach.

Jvstice Hardy: “I’ve heard some rumors flying around about myself and my family, you all know the deal, McKena is a big name here in the biz already and she’s proven more than enough that she can go toe-to-toe with the ‘big boys’ so to speak in this industry. She’s even joined up with what is arguably the largest group to hit multiple companies in decades sans a few others I could think of. On top of that I got some familiar faces who I worked with back in UK in Jessi and the Deathriders, all in all there’s already some history here walking through the door. My affiliation here doesn’t have anything to do with my cousin thus far though, and any rumors that I’m joining or not joining the Division are just none of your damn business until I make it so anyways, so lets go ahead and squash that and focus on what we are here for, yeah?”

He was making progress now in his getting ready for the fight that was to come soon. Slowly removing his pants with the camera turning away for a moment, before turning back and it seemed he magically had all of his gear on as he took a seat back down.

Jvstice Hardy: “Tonight I face Siren, I have to give kudos to whoever thought it was a good idea to put the former soldier and police officer up against somebody named Siren and have them accompanied by Caliban, pretty close to another name when don’t really want to speak up, eh?”

He shook his head.

Jvstice Hardy: “I’d love to say I wasn’t confident going into this, that I was looking forward to the contest, all that sportsman like business you all seem to implore these days, but lets be real. I’m not worried. 5’3, 125lbs, lost every match within the last month, you could see where I’m going with this. I get it though, make your redemption against the guy who claims to provide justice to the landscape yeah? Hear the sirens calling? I don’t know. I get you probably want to make a name for yourself again Siren its cool, if there were anybody on the roster I wanted to go up against, it’d be me also, but I can respect that you got skill, and I’m definitely ready to show you mine.”

He stood up now grabbing turning his back to the camera as if to look back at his locker revealing his insignia for his country on one side and a half decal of the rainbow flag and bisexual representation flag on the other featured on his elbow pads before turning back and rolling his neck.

Jvstice Hardy: “Let’s Fucking Go!”

We fade out, and open again backstage. More specifically, inside Bash Blackstone's office. He is checking his bowtie, making sure his appearance is as great as he thinks it is. When he believes he's ready, he goes to open his office door but he can't. He turns the doorknob...but the door won't budge.

Bash Blackstone: Uhhh...this isn't funny. Hello?

He becomes frantic, now banging on the door and trying his hardest to get it open.

Bash Blackstone: Hello???

We flash to the opposite side of the door, where none other than Davina King is standing with a smirk. She has a key in her hand, looking at the lock on Bash's door. She nods her head, knowing this room is the place that he can cause the least amount of damage. She puts the key in her pocket and walks away.

Bash Blackstone: Hellloooo?? Is anyone there? HELP! HELP!

Match Two Jvstice Hardy vs Siren w/ Caliban We're already off to a banger of a night by the time Siren comes out, with her new manager Caliban behind her. Caliban seems much more focused and strict than Sierra was. Siren looks to be on her best behavior. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to newcomer Jvstice Hardy as he walks to the ring. He had a a good showing during the Metaverse battle royal but the audience doesn't know what to think of him just yet. From the get, the two launched into a spectacle of speed, bouncing off the ropes every which way and dodging one another whenever they could. Siren launches herself through the ropes with a slingshot facebuster that catches Hardy off guard. She tries to follow it up with a standing moonsault but gets knees to the gut. Jvstice lands a couple right hands, backing Siren into the corner. He gives her a hard elbow, before lifting her up onto the second rope. Naturally, she gives him a thrust kick, knocking him away. He holds his mouth for a second, but comes right back with multiple right hands that Siren can't keep up with. Jvstice climbs to the top rope now, giving Siren an avalanche frankensteiner that has the crowd cheering! She soars through the air and lands on the canvas with a hard thud! Hardy goes for the cover but Siren is able to get her shoulder up before the two. As they work to their feet, Siren is able to gain back control by landing her deadly kicks when she can. She's able to chop away at Hardy's lower legs, causing him to stumble. She rushes him with a tilt-a-whirl DDT. When he kips up, she nails him with a springboard meteora! Siren grabs him legs on the way down for a pin attempt, but Hardy powers out. She gives him a hard knee to the face before getting him up, locking in a standing arm bar before giving him a swift kick to the chest. She tries for a high kick that Hardy ducks under, leaping into a missile dropkick. She stumbles back into the ropes and bounces off into a hurricanrana that sends Jvstice across the ring. Using the ropes to get to his feet, he springboards off and catches Siren with a tornado DDT! She grabs her from behind into an octopus stretch that has her yelling out in pain. He tries to flip her up onto his shoulder, but she's able to flip over his shoulder and land behind him. She reaches up for a sleeperhold, putting Jvstice to his knees. He battles back with elbows, landing them right to Siren's midsection, until he is able to whip her across the ring. She bounds back into a backhandspring maneuver, but Jvstice is able to see where she is going to land. He rushes forward and stands right where he needs to stand in order for Siren to land on his shoulders in a firemans carry position! The crowd is amazed by the reversal, leading to Truth in Vengeance (Fireman’s carry into a cutter)! Jvstice turns Siren over and hooks her leg for the three count! WINNER Jvstice Hardy FINISHING MOVE Truth in Vengeance (Fireman's Carry into a Cutter)

A montage of memories flash upon the screen, ones depicting the man known as the Leader of the Lost Generation, Noah Ortega, though they're scattered and fleeting, only showing glimpses of him. Suddenly the montage comes to a halt and from blackness, we fade into a lightly dimmed room, where standing in the middle of it is the man from moments ago. Though he looks different; sporting a shorter hair cut and more muscular look, an upgrade if anything... the Leader of the Lost Generation, clasps his hands together as he approaches the camera, a smirk plastering over the top of his lip.  

Noah Ortega: Did you think the story was over? 

He asks rhetorically, grinning as he does so. 

Noah Ortega: No. 

He says bluntly, with his grin diminishing and being replaced by a stern cold glare. 

Noah Ortega: Our story, is only just beginning.  

As he finishes his sentence, the screen flashes and the room goes dark for just a few seconds, and upon switching on; Noah is nowhere to be seen, with the scene then gradually fading out. We cut backstage to Jenson Idol pacing back and forth, in deep thought.

Jenson Idol: Oi! What a bloody travesty this is! I have to go out there and slum it up with that twat Diaz.

Idol rolled his eyes.

Jenson Idol: I’m the big name here. I’m the star, yeah? It’s about time “Everyone’s Favourite Idol” started to play the part. I will get the opportunities owed to me. Opportunities that seem to be given to others. I’m tired of it, luvs.

He shook his head.

Jenson Idol: But before I take what I deserve? I have to beat that cunt Diaz. Then after that? I’ll be looking at you, Alex Andrews.

Idol nodded slowly.

Jenson Idol: Aye luv, you never should have gotten yourself involved in my business. So, you better be watching your back. Now get out of here.

Idol shoved the camera away and the scene cut away.

Match Three Veronica Taylor w/ Bash Blackstone vs KERBEROS The two that enter the ring next couldn't be more different. Kerberos comes down to the ring basically punching himself from how hyped he's getting on the match. Meanwhile, Veronica walks to the ring checking herself in the mirror. Bash is clearly missing from her side, we know due to Davina locking him in his office. It's not until she stops looking at herself in the mirror and looks to Kerberos does her expression say she's nervous. The bell rings and Veronica tries her best to stay away from Kerberos, sliding through his legs and rolling away when she can. She wants nothing to do with him. He is able to get ahold of her for a pumphandle slam that flattens her on the canvas and makes the crowd cheer for him. It's one of the few times he finds himself being cheered, only because he is hurting Veronica Taylor. He keeps control, lifting her into a suplex. But she's able to land on her feet and roll under the bottom rope to the outside. She puts her hands on her hips, catching her breath and shaking her head. The referee begins the count on her. Keberos isn't going to wait though, he leaves the ring and goes after her. He chases her around the ring and back inside it. She slides in, followed by him. This is where she begins to stomp away, Kerberos having to work his way up. However when he does get back to his feet, she takes him down again with a downward spiral. She taunts the crowd, rather proud of herself. She's able to follow up with a running legdrop and a pin attempt, but Kerberos kicks out. On the mat, Veronica applies an armbar but Kerberos quickly responds by flipping out of it. He lands with his legs right near Veronica's head, so he lifts his right one into a sickening knee strike before getting to his feet. Feeling the effects, Taylor slowly gets to her feet. Kerberos doubles her over though, driving her down with a sitout powerbomb! Kerberos keeps her tucked in for the pin attempt but Veronica kicks out. She looks to be hurt though, holding the back of her head and motioning for the referee. The referee walks over to check on her, and she's suddenly much better. She whispers something into the referees ear, the camera close by picking up Veronica saying something about Bash. She stands up, and Kerberos tries to go for a tie up that Veronica is not down for. The crowd boos for her not accepting it, to which she turns around and throws her arms into the air. She shrugs them off but Kerberos gives her a surprising axe handle from behind. He grabs her and spins her into the Kataclusmos (Quackendriver III) but Vero is able to spin out, and curl Kerberos down into a schoolgirl pin! What's even more shocking, is the insanely fast count as the referee dropped to the canvas. Kerberos kicks out right after but it's too late. He stands up, confused, as Veronica laughs and rolls out of the ring. She thanks the referee with a short wave as Kerberos pushes the referee around, but he just looks down. Kerberos nails the ref with the Kataclusmos (Quackendriver III) just after. WINNER Veronica Taylor FINISHING MOVE Schoolgirl Pin

We are immediately introduced to a shot of Tomoko Ota as she stands backstage.

TOMOKO OTA: Good evening!

She gives a little bow.

TOMOKO OTA: It’s been awhile since you have heard my voice, huh? Did you miss me?

Tomoko smirks a little bit.

TOMOKO OTA: I have a bunch of thoughts about things that have happened recently. However, I feel as if we’d be here all night if I ran everything down. So, I'll try to be as brief as possible.

She nods.

TOMOKO OTA: Metaverse I was bitter-sweet in my opinion. It was a huge leap forward for the company. It was yet another sign that House of Wrestling is destined for greatness. But personally? I was not satisfied.

A moment passes.

TOMOKO OTA: Battle royales are tricky. So many people. So many moving parts. It’s hard to truly stand out. I, well, I did the best that I could. I fought hard; I struggled and scraped. I did the very best that I could―

TOMOKO OTA: But in many ways, I almost feel as if that’s an excuse. I performed well. I did my best. But in the end? It still wasn’t enough to get the job done. I have to live with and accept that.

Another head nod follows.

TOMOKO OTA: I’ve worked for HoW for a number of months now. I’ve had a lot of talks such as this. I’ve had a good amount of matches as well. And yet, I feel like most people here still aren’t aware of who I am. They don’t understand what I’m capable of. I don’t have lists and lists of accolades, not yet. People don’t fear me when my name is announced. However, I’m a fighter. No matter what you say to me, no matter what you do to me, I’m going to bring that pain.

Her words linger in the air for a little bit before she continues on.

TOMOKO OTA: Aramura-san? You and I will be going to war tonight. This may seem like an ordinary match to the outside eye, but that is not the case. You and I? We are in similar positions within HoW. I came up short when I challenged for the Civil championship; Aramura-san came up short when she challenged for the Violent championship. And now? We are both trying to rebuild and grow.

There’s a small pause.

TOMOKO OTA: I don’t plan on losing, Aramura-san. I admire that we are on parallel paths, but I refuse to go easy on you. If I truly wish to up my game and go to the next level, then I’ll need to vanquish you, and I will use the Pure ruleset to do so.

The camera fades out shortly afterwards, and re-opens again somewhere new. We see Jenna Sharpe in the basement of her family’s house, sitting on the edge of the practice ring. On the walls are framed photos, medals, and title belts, telling the story of her family’s legacy through their accomplishments.

“When I won my golden ticket, I definitely wasn’t expecting it to be for a match like the Golden Nightmare. But whatever brutality awaits me in that structure, I know that I’m going to be the one coming out on top.”

She sighs heavily and pushes a lock of blonde hair out of her face.

“Before I came to House of Wrestling, I was starting to think that I wasn’t good enough to be here. I had a string of very bad luck, and I had to sit on the sidelines and watch as everyone else around me achieved the things that I had been struggling toward for so long. But now I’m here, and I’ve already proven myself a real contender for the Pure Championship. Next step is showing everyone exactly why I should be the one to face the House of Wrestling Grand Champion - whether it’s Chris Night or someone else - at HouseWARming.”

Pushing herself off the practice ring, Jenna drops down to the floor and takes one of the title belts off the wall.

“This is one of the first titles my grandfather ever won. It was his pride and joy. And I think that the House of Wrestling Grand Championship will look perfect next to it. I’m the bearer of the Sharpe family legacy, and you are all witnessing the Jennaissance. Come the Golden Nightmare match, no one will be able to deny that I am one of the greatest wrestlers of my generation. And when I’m the Grand Champion? Get ready for a whole new era of House of Wrestling history!”

Match Four Diaz vs Jenson Idol w/ Bash Blackstone For the first time since being revealed as being back by the Blackstone's, Jenson Idol walks to the ring by himself. We're to believe that Bash is indeed still locked in his office, otherwise he would probably be here now. He doesn't look worried in the least bit though. On the other hand, when Diaz walks out he looks very worried. He's also missing someone by his side, Diana. We have yet to receive an update on her condition. There's a few trade offs that we get to see take place because of the fast nature of the competitors. Diaz specifically appears to be in a real flippy mood today. He launches off to ropes into a springboard hurricanrana that Jenson rolls through. But from the corner, Diaz leaps into a handspring pele kick that connects right between Jenson's eyes! Idol doesn't fall though, and instead stumbles back into a seated position in the corner. Diaz rushes towards him, hitting the corner and launching himself up into a handstand on the turnbuckle! He slowly rocks back down and folds right into a pendulum dropkick that pops Jenson right in the chest. Diaz yanks him out of his seated position and covers him for a pin attempt. Idol is able to get his shoulder up, but rolls over with eyes wide. He didn't think in his wildest dreams that he'd have to actually put forth an effort against "Dashing" Diaz. Diaz leaps into a running swanton but Idol rolls out of the way. Jenson rolls to his feet, grabbing Diaz from behind with a standing cobra clutch. He locks it in but Diaz is squirming all over the place, there's no way Jenson will be able to keep hold of him. Instead, he lifts him up into a cobra clutch bomb. He lifts Diaz up into a suplex, but then drops it into a sitout powerbomb. Jenson holds Diaz in for a pin attempt of his own, only to have Diaz throw his weight upward! The two of them roll up, or in Jenson's case roll back, and Diaz reverses the pin! The referee barely gets a two count before Jenson rolls backwards and out of the pin. He immediately connects with a basement dropkick to Diaz's face. Idol gets Diaz to his feet, then whips him across the ring. Diaz bounds back into a tilt-a-whirl DDT that catches Jenson off guard. Idol tris to gain back control by kicking Diaz in the gut, but Diaz catches his leg! Jenson balances on one foot, trying to yank his foot back but Diaz isn't letting it go! Jenson leaps into an overhead kick that Diaz ducks, but he doesn't realize the first kick was a rouse. Jenson jumps back the opposite way and smashes Diaz in the face with his boot! Dashing Diaz falls to the ground, and then rolls under the ropes to the apron. Idol comes over as Diaz is getting up, grabbing him by the head and yanking him upward. However Diaz lands a hard forearm that makes Jenson stumble back, slightly dazed. The Dashing One uses this momentum to leap into a slingshot move that is caught into an FC Cutter (RKO)! The crowd reacts heavily to the sudden FC Cutter, and Idol turns him over a moment later for the three count. Showing that he is still mighty capable of getting the win on his own. WINNER Jenson Idol FINISHING MOVE FC Cutter (RKO)

Backstage at the Grand Garden Arena.

BEA CARTER: Do you understand how frustrating it is to be on the verge, to be on that knife's edge, to be so close to everything and have it ripped away, for your own foolishness?

Thats where I am right now. I let my guard down at the wrong moment. I allowed myself to think everything was in place. My ascension assured. I failed.

That was a mistake. But that won't happen again. Not now, never again. Becsuse now I have 5 others to deal with and only one chance. The odds cannot possibly be less in my favor.

But I intens to beat those odds. Despite having those I respect ib Aleki and Akari, those who proved delusional in Ryl and those who will learn for the first time in Jewel and Evan. Five who in any other circumstance might have had a chance.

But my ascension was delayed before. And I gave these five a chance to catch up. No longer. My drive is heightened more than ever. I will be the number one contender for the Civil championship. I will be the one standing on top.

Fade out, and open on McKena Hardy standing backstage wearing a gold tank top, gold hat and a pair of ripped black jeans. She has a grin on her face as she looks at the camera.

McKena Hardy: What’s up? It’s your girl, the Gold Ticket winner. I guess I have to say a little something about the Golden Nightmares match, huh?

McKena laughed lightly.

McKena Hardy: What is there to talk about, really? CJ Bradley? Ugh. I’m SO over them. But whatever, I’ll finish them off for good this time. And how about Darcy Graves? What a fucking waste of space.

She rolled her eyes.

McKena Hardy: How the fuck are these people allowed to be here still? Let alone earning a chance at this match. The only other person in this match that is worth a damn is Jenna Sharpe. But I might, she’s not me.

Hardy smirked.

McKena Hardy: I was born for this. I was meant to be the gold standard of this industry as a secondary generation wrestler. My father is a two time hall of famer and multiple time world champion. This shit? It runs in my blood.

McKena pulled at her gold shirt and laughed lightly.

McKena Hardy: And my blood runs gold.

McKena grinned as she played on the ‘blood runs cold’ phrase.

McKena Hardy: This match? It’s going to be a nightmare for all of my opponents. I’m going to hurt and destroy anyone who gets in my way. Got that? Good.

She walked out of the frame and the scene cut away.

Match Five Pure Rules Tomoko Ota vs Chika Aramura Tomoko Ota has been nothing less than stellar the last several months, even holding a non-title win over the Pure Champion. Since then, she has graciously knocked down everyone in her path. It's hard to ignore the rumblings of the House crowd calling for an Ota title shot. Chika on the other hand has been impressive enough to have herself a title shot, but came short. The House crowd have remained firmly behind Aramura's attitude. The audience are eager to see this one underway. We're given a hard hitting match between the two, with Chika focusing on her striking offense and Tomoko sticking to her guns and technical prowess. The first part of the match sees Ota attempting to tap Chika out, only to receive a stiff strike. Aramura has Ota against the ropes, and she lands a sickening knife chop across Tomoko's chest. Ota doubles over in pain. Chika straightens Ota up, landing a second chop that echoes up into the stands. Chika whips Tomoko across the ring and Ota runs back into a double axe handle that sends her flying! Tomoko rights back with swinging right hands that Chika tries to block. Tomoko lands one to the side of Chika's head, giving her an opening to grab Aramura's arm. Ota spins her into a straightjacket, before snapping her back into a straight jacket german suplex! Aramura is seeing stars a bit but she rolls to her feet as if on autopilot. Tomoko grabs her into a butterfly suplex with a stiff drop right onto Chika's neck! Chika hits the mat hard, and Ota bridges up for a pin attempt! Chika powers out, and the fans cheer for the sickening competitive match they're being treated to. Tomoko helps Chika up but receives a surprising backhand for her kindness. Aramura grabs Ota into a ripcord forearm that completely knocks Tomoko off her base. While Tomoko falls to the mat, Chika holds onto her arm. Aramura steps over her, yanking her to her feet only to give a second stiff forearm. Again she steps over, this time spinning into a hard suplex! Chika gives Tomoko a few stomps, before heading to the corner. She steps up to the second rope, leaping into a missile dropkick as Ota gets to her feet! Tomoko lies face down on the canvas, and Chika crawls over for a pin attempt. Ota shoots her shoulder up just after the two! Chika grabs Ota by the face, slamming her back down to the mat. She goes to the corner, this time stalking Tomoko on ground level. As Ota gets to her knees, Chika goes for a sliding knee...but Ota pops up at the last second! Instead, Aramura's knees collide with the mat, and Tomoko is able to bounce off the ropes for a corkscrew axe kick! Ota puts Chika into a headlock on the mat, to which Chika fights against. She fights so hard that she works her way up onto her feet, and flips Tomoko clean over her head! Only problem being that Tomoko is able to land on her feet. Chika spins into a roundhouse, but Tomoko throws up her arms into a cross. She catches Chika's leg with both hands, spinning her back around and into a midsection kick. From there Ota nails her with Paradise Pursuit (Northern Lights Suplex)! The referee counts the three for Tomoko to squeak out the win! WINNER Tomoko Ota FINISHING MOVE Paradise Pursuit (Northern Lights Suplex)

The scene opens in the backstage area, where the returning Strike 2 Kill duo, Liam Richardson and Miles Watson, standing in front of a Friday Night Foundations logo'd backdrop.

Liam Richardson: Oi, oi, dickheads... we're back!

A grin grows on the face of Richardson as he opens his arms out wide, his face punchable yet charming.

Liam Richardson: We're back like we never left! And I'll tell you all now, its a pleasant sight seeing that this tag team division is thriving, isn't it Miles? It's so nice, seeing that this division has settled in and everybody's throwing their weight around, you love to see it... all so much, that we thought fuck it - we can't let the rest of you have all the fun! We're back to fuck up the established order, boys and girls, but that's not it.

We're back because we know that really and truly, we're the best tag team in the world but we knew the only way we could prove that, is by coming back to the place where we almost, did it... we also, reached the mountaintop, but we fell as the last hurdle. We can't change that, history is set in stone but what we can affect, is what happens now, where our story goes from here. And we only have our eyes set on one thing and one thing only, and that's those World Tag Team Championships.

Richardson pauses, nodding his head as he recollects his thoughts for a moment.

Liam Richardson: Ladies and gents, boys and girls... with the return of Strike 2 Kill, the notice is out there that nobody in this division is safe... as long as you're in our path, you're gonna get it, and you'll feel it... every, single, strike.

As Richardson pauses, Watson steps into the forefront, clearing his throat.

Miles Watson: The stage is set. Everybody wants to eat but there ain't enough food at the table. This division has grown since we were last here, but that ain't no threat to us... if anything, that's added motivation, because we know we're gonna have to run through double the amount of teams, on any given Friday, and we accept that... because that's the sort of fighting champions we are. We're setting the standard from here on out, and for anybody watchin' right now in the locker room, you either gotta keep up, or we'll strike you out. It's our era now, baby.

The scene gradually fades.

Match Six Sixpack Challenge House of Wrestling Civil Championship Number One Contendership Akari Kaneko vs Ryl of Scardale vs Bea Carter vs Aleki Kekoa vs Jewel Chayse vs Evan Carmine The first part of the match was a shocker, as it was announced that Aleki Kekoa had mysteriously been taken out of the match. The five remaining would need to continue on in the match as planned, as there still needed to be a Civil Championship number one contender. It's a bit chaotic with the five of them inside the match, but surprisingly Jewel and Akari are going in on one another. Jewel came out to view Akari's match with Myra a few weeks back, and it was thought that Chayse was checking in on the Civil Champion. Maybe she was taking notes against Kaneko. Chayse lifts Akari up onto the second rope, and then climbs up herself. However once there she kicks Kaneko in the face, sending her tumbling to the outside. Jewel follows her to the outside, Akari using her strength to spear Jewel into the nearby barricade. The battle between the two getting a little rough as they go at it on the outside. Inside the ring, Carmine gives Ryl a forearm that backs her up to the ropes before he whips her across. She bounds back into a spinning elbow that catches him across the face. Bea flies in with multiple kicks across Ryl's chest as she gets to her feet! Bea grabs Ryl into a boston crab, until Ryl of Scardale works her way up and out. Bea is still holding onto Ryl's leg, so she steps up and kicks Bea right across the face. Ryl rushes to the turnbuckle, and jumps up onto the second rope. She quickly turns around and launches into a crossbody on Bea! Ryl rolls her into the cover, but Evan Carmine comes in and breaks up the pin with an axehandle to the back of Ryl's head. From out of nowhere, Diaz comes into the ring gunning right for Evan Carmine! On the apron on the other side of Evan, it's Diana! She's back and both have it out for Carmine. However, Carmine ducks and sends Diaz right into Ryl! She smacks him with an Eldritch Blast (Superkick) that sends him right into Diana! He goes through the ropes and together they crash to the outside! Carmine leaps up and plants a high dropkick to Ryl's back, sending her through the ropes and to the outside as well. Unfortunately as he gets to his feet, he turns around into Bea Carter! She lifts him into the air with Mayhem in Mystery (Inverted Brainbuster)! Bea hooks his leg for the three count to snag the number one contendership! WINNERS Bea Carter FINISHING MOVE Mayhem in Mystery (Inverted Brainbuster)

Civil Champion Myra Rivers is backstage with her championship looking as confident as she could be. She has a custom made shirt with the word “Workhorse” written on it, definitely taking some pride in the reputation that she’s developed in HoW. With another title defense looming, she begins to express her thoughts.

Myra Rivers: In the last couple of weeks, I’ve had a few people come to me and tell me that I shouldn’t have said what I said two weeks ago about how disappointed I was in that I wasn’t defending my title. So to those people I say, what alternative did I have? To just stay quiet and fade into the darkness? Hell no! That’s not who I am and that’s not someone I have ever been in my entire career. Here’s the thing. Last year, I was stuck trying to punch through a ceiling made of diamonds without realizing that the company I was working for at the time was never going to allow me to break through it. Do you have any idea all the shit people were telling me while I was there?

I had people there telling me that I was “never going to be enough”. Let’s see, I’ve been a champion of some sort for the last six months and counting, I currently hold four championships, and I’ve managed to maintain that for the last two months or so. My sixth world championship reign has been going on since September and just might be my best one yet. It’s funny how I get away from that toxic environment and I suddenly have this huge breakout unlike anything anyone has seen out of someone my age. While I proved to be enough, those that said that to me aren’t even on the grid anymore.

I had people there telling me that I can “never finish”.

Myra pauses and rolls her eyes at this.

Myra Rivers: This coming from someone who by the way, has never amounted to anything significant in the business in years, if ever. It turns out that all I have done since I got out of that environment is not just “finish” many times over, but THRIVE!

I’ve had people there admonish me for this and that, painting me like I’m some title obsessed lunatic, saying that I acted like never winning THEIR championship meant that my career meant nothing all while they were lecturing me and telling me “it’s not the way to think”. Well, they were wrong in thinking that I ever thought that way, but ever since I made the big career move that I made to break free from that environment and move on to other endeavors, one of them being here in the House of Wrestling, it turns out that I never needed that championship because ever since I made my big move, I’ve attained accomplishments that have meant more to my career than THEIR championship ever would’ve. I proved that I didn’t need them, or their toxic bullshit.

But you know, I’m not mad or bitter because all of those “hater comments” are those that I have used as motivation to attain what I know is the peak of my career, or pretty damn close to it, I took those comments and all I’ve done with those comments is shove them up their ass over and fucking over again and I have gained SO much confidence in myself to say that I AM going to make one HELL of a Grand Champion someday and when that happens, it will be further proof that I didn’t need the company I left last year at all having gone out and won championships that have greater meaning at the end of the day, but that’s in the future, alright?

I’m not done doing what I have set out to do with this Civil Championship and that’s take on all comers that come by me and make this championship something truly worth fighting for. Three defenses… and I’m not going to top there. Bert Ramsey, from what I’ve seen of you, you seem like a straight up guy… a catch as catch can wrestler with so much potential and that’s something that I like about you but at the same time… when you’re going up against the purest and best workhorse in the House of Wrestling, and on top of that, someone that is definitely proving herself as one of the wrestlers of her generation… you’ve got to find that extra gear like the one that I’ve been on for the last eight months or so… and you’ve got to prove how badly you want to be a champion and Bert, I don’t think that’s something you’re going to be able to do tonight. You are going to have your night, believe me on that. But that night is not going to be tonight.

You’re going to be another title defense under my belt and as far as the contender’s match goes… here’s a warning for every single one of you competing for that title shot.

This title right here that I have? I’m making it the hardest championship to win in this company. Period! The fact that I’ve been champion for nearly 4 months is no fluke. The fact that I’ve been better than ever at the age of 38, almost 39, in spite of all the adversity I’ve been through and the bullshit I’ve had to swallow over the years, especially at THAT place I left last year with the hatred and bullshit criticism I’ve endured, that speaks volumes of the kind of champion I am in this company and the one I plan to be someday when I start focusing on the Grand title. But as I’ve said, that’s down the road.

Tonight? It’s about continuing to showcase why I AM the workhorse here… and why it’s only a matter of time before that ‘underrated’ label comes off me…

Myra continues to maintain her incredible fire and determination as she exits the scene and the scene fades out.

Match Seven Pure Rules Non-Titled Gloria Ramirez(c) vs Faizah Marshall The Pure Champion has had a bumpy road as of late, but she is still the Pure Champion. Besides, if Tyson Gregory had not cheated at Metaverse, she'd hold a win over a multi-time World Champion. Faizah Marshall is another who has had a bumpy road as of late. She never fails to put on a stellar match, but she couldn't defeat Tomoko in their series of matchups at Red Moon Rising. Both women still hold their heads high, and get a round of applause from our House crowd as they enter the ring. The bell rings and the two begin by circling on another. They tie up for a moment, immediately going through about four transitions between the two of them, before Faizah ripcords Gloria into a lariat. Faizah yanks Gloria back up, this time trying for a short-arm rolling heel kick! But Gloria is able to move out of the way! Instead, Faizah rolls back to her feet, where Ramirez sticks her into a chickenwing. Faizah gets herself a rope break but is released shortly after. She rolls to Gloria's back and knees her to the ground. Marshall capitalizes by hopping atop Ramirez's into an STF! Gloria is forced to slowly make her way to the ropes, getting herself her first rope break as well. With the two back on their feet, Gloria places Faizah into a quick headlock, only to have Marshall push her off and whip her across the ring. Much to Ramirez's surprise, she's short-armed yet again but this time into a belly-to-belly! Faizah hooks her leg, but Gloria gets her shoulder up! Faizah sits up for a moment, regaining her breath with Gloria still on the canvas. She doesn't expect Ramirez to reach back up and yank Marshall back down to the mat! Once there, Gloria transitions into a cross armbar that has Faizah yelling out in pain. She has to work herself up onto her knees, wincing in pain, before lunging forward with her opposite hand for the ropes! She reaches it, getting herself a second rope break as Gloria releases her. Ramirez bounces off the ropes with a low dropkick that Marshall is able to roll out of the way from. Instead, Gloria hits the mat and Faizah goes for the ropes herself. Marshall springboards off into a meteora that almost flattens Gloria to the mat! Faizah hooks Ramirez's leg again, getting a two count before Gloria kicks out! Faizah can feel herself getting closer to the win but she's not there yet. Faizah is climbing the ropes, going for something big, but Gloria is on her feet before Faizah expects! Ramirez grabs her for a german suplex, before applying the Fade 2 Glory (Crossface). Faizah is just BARELY out of reach of the ropes and is forced to tap to give Gloria the win. As Ramirez's hand is raised, Faizah looks disheartened. Gloria walks over and shakes Faizah's hand, raising that hand of the woman who almost defeated her. A moment later, a third woman enters as Tomoko Ota walks out onto the ramp without music. The murmur from the crowd is enough. She shows shades of Foundations XVII when she pointed to the Pure Championship on Gloria's shoulder. She has yet to receive that shot. Since then, she's continued to gather victories. From the ramp, Tomoko points to Gloria in the ring, who raises the Pure Championship just as she did before. These two appear to be on a collision course! WINNER Gloria Ramirez FINISHING MOVE Fade 2 Glory (Crossface)

“Classy” Bianca Page is in her locker room at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in her wrestling gear. With her hands in the air Marisol Vilaro is standing across from Bianca. Bianca is shadowboxing into Marisol’s hands.

Marisol Vilaro:You look sharp, Binx. You got this match tonight and that fifth Golden Ticket.

“Classy” Bianca Page:Damn right I will, Mari. I feel good, I’m ready.

Bianca stops boxing and she lets out a slight smile.

“Classy” Bianca Page:It seems like people or dare I even say not even have the dignity to acknowledge what I have done in HOW. Which can be a bit frustrating but overall it is alright because I don’t step into the ring for any of the marks or any other wrestlers. So seeing the lack of respect I get from Davina King isn’t surprising in the least. I mean nevermind Jenson, Veronica, and I beat her on Foundation several weeks ago. Nevermind that when I challenged Davina for the Civil Championship last summer I took that very championship from her and made that championship credible. So go ahead and make any kind of excuse you need to Davina but it just makes you look even more foolish than what you normally are.

Marisol Vilaro:I’m Sayin, girl.

“Classy” Bianca Page:Right, Mari? Davina is truly no threat but I am just stating the obvious. Now I can’t have blinders on because the former HOW Grand Champion is also in this match. Can you really be proud of your title reign, Alex? I mean you did duck and dodge me at every single opportunity you got so can we really say you have an impressive reign?

Marisol shakes her head no.

“Classy” Bianca Page:Is that why you stuck your nose in the business of Veronica and I when you rescued Davina from an even bigger ass kicking? Do you need the starpower of Vero and I to feel special? Or is it you just know what we all know and that is Davina can’t do anything for herself. Especially be successful. Deny it all you want, Alex, but we saw it all over your face when you rushed down to ringside to save her from herself. It is clear to me that you two have some things you need to figure out. But at the end of the day what you to need to figure out and accept is that I am winning our match tonight then leave Vegas tonight with that fifth golden ticket.

Match Eight House of Wrestling Civil Championship Myra Rivers(c) vs Bart Ramsey The House audience cheer as our Civil Champion makes her way out to the ring. Myra Rivers has done everything she can to bring even more prestige to an already prestigious championship. Tonight she goes up against yet another hungry young challenger, looking to use the Civil Championship as a stepping stone to stardom. While Rivers loves the motivation for her belt, we all know she doesn't plan on losing it anytime soon. We all know Ramsey's recent war with Brother Wells, though Bart looks to be all smiles as he makes his way down to the ring. He got some revenge when he eliminated Wells from the Metaverse Battle Royal, so he's in a much better place. He's in such a good mood that during the first portion of the match he's able to spin Myra in for a backslide pin! Of course, Rivers is able to power out of the pin, but he tries again when she rushes him for a lariat. Ramsay catches her arm though and takes her down into a small package! Once again the champion kicks out. You can see on her face that she admires his attempts but she doesn't appreciate it as champion. When she rolls to her feet, this time it's Myra that takes hold of Bart's arm. She takes him down and locks him into a cross armbar! He tries to roll out of it by can't, eventually getting close enough to grab hold of the ropes for a ropebreak. Myra rushes into a tilt-a-whirl, possibly looking for an arm drag but Bart sees her coming and spins her into a backbreaker! You can almost hear Bart's knee connect with her back. He tries for yet another pin attempt but Myra gets her shoulder up again. Bart gets her up into a headlock, before transitioning and hoisting her up onto his shoulders. Myra doesn't stay there for long though, quickly slipping off into a flashback on Bart. As Ramsey gets to his feet, Rivers is rushing towards the ropes. She springboards off into a bulldog. On the canvas again, she applies a facelock. Ramsey uses his strength over Rivers to pry her hands off his neck. As he begins slipping, Myra tries to spin down to his ankle. Feeling Myra eyeing his ankle for an ankle lock, Bart moves his foot away before Myra is able to snatch it. From there they both roll back to their feet. Myra rushes him with a surprising shoulder tackle with weight behind it, causing them both to tumble into the turnbuckle. Rivers steps back, before running forward into a corner splash! The Civil Champion is on a roll again, meeting Bart in the middle of the ring where he battles back. Rivers targets him for an overhead swing, but Bart is able to duck under her swing and bring her down into an STO! He tries to bring his legs up and around her neck, but Myra is able to slink out and away from him. Together they pop up at about the same time but Myra is just a tad faster and kicks him in he gut. A moment later she leaps into the Spirit Breaker (Corkscrew Neckbreaker)! The House crowd in attendance goes nuts as Myra hooks Bart's leg for the three count. A more than solid match and defense from our champion. WINNER AND STILL House of Wrestling Civil Champion, Myra Rivers! FINISHING MOVE Spirit Breaker (Corkscrew Neckbreaker)

MADZ -
Dylan! How many times are we going to play this game of cat and mouse?

Madz would smile. You could see she was dressed in her Wrestling attire already. She had her Violent Championship resting on her shoulder. She was always ready to defend her title. I mean she did want the Violent title to be on top. Anything Madz does is always top tier. She did want more challengers. She did want more Computation in HOW. The more stars they throw at her the better. Madz wanted to keep showing the roster she was the best. The Queen of the Violent division.

MADZ -
I think I lost count on how many times we did this dance. But I always look forward to a challenge. Dylan you're supposed to be the hardcore king. I've seen what you're capable of with Legos and that shit hurts especially when you step on one. I know we can let me word this without sounding dirty. Are we friends with benefits? Or lovers and friends? Hmm.

Madz and Dylan were pretty close. Not a couple. But 2 people enjoyed each other's company. But when it came to madz defending her title against him all that goes out the window. They become 2 bitter friends competing for one spot. Madz has proved time and time again that she's not someone you take lightly. Did you see her take down the liberty pro extreme champion. He put up a good fight.

MADZ -
Dylan, haven't we discussed this before about you trying to take my baby away from me? It won't end well. I won't let you or anyone even get close enough to take away Vi. Yes I gave my title a nickname. Vi is short for violet. You know what my title needs some glitter. I mean it's already perfect but some glitter would really add that shine to it.

Madz got lost in her thoughts for a moment. She had a smile on her face. She was staring at her title. She was so concentrated on that she didn't even notice Dylan walk up to her. Dylan had madz signature baseball bat in his hands. Dylan would clear his throat very loudly to get her attention.

MADZ -
Dylan.

DYLAN SHEPHERD -
MADISON.

At first they just had a staring contest. Madz would bite the side of her lip before flipping a strand of her hair away from her face.

DYLAN SHEPHERD -
I think you forgot something.

MADZ -
I mean in my defense it was an intense game of battleship. You did sink my ships a few times.

Yes madz was flirting. I'm sure you'd do the same thing if your championship was on the line. Dylan would devilishly smile before handing her bat back to her. He would quietly say see you tonight before touching her Violent Championship. He slowly walked away from her leaving her flustered.

MADZ -
Yeah you better walk away! -smiles- remember when i swing I don't miss.

Madz would blow a kiss to the camera before skipping off down the hallway with her championship and bat.

Match Nine Violent Rules House of Wrestling Violent Championship Madison Lewis(c) vs Dylan Shepherd The saga of Dylan Shepherd and Madison Lewis continues, as Dylan gets a one on one shot against Madz! Shepherd has been a mainstay in the Violent division, but nobody has been able to compare to the mainstay of Madison Lewis as Violent Champion. If she manages to win here and now, then she ties the record for most Violent defenses. Dylan knows this, but he also isn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers. The two have a playful tie up that immediately leads to a competitive match between the two. Madz hits Dylan with a forearm that has him rolling to the apron. Shepherd reaches over and suplex hers to the outside though, both crashing to the ground. Really it was just a creative way to get the pair of them a little closer to the foreign objects that surround the ring. Dylan grabs a nearby chair, driving it into Madz's midsection as she gets up. He drops the chair in from of them, and goes to give he a piledriver on it. However Madz won't let herself be lifted! She slips out of Dylan's grasp, before she leaps up into a tilt-a-whirl DDT right onto the chair that Dylan had placed! She tries for an early pin but Dylan gets his shoulder up! Madz walks around the ring to grab her trusty black baseball bat. She meets Dylan again, going for a swing. Dylan moves out of the way, causing Madison to smack the ground with her bat instead. It sends vibrations up her arms, and she drops the bat in pain. Dylan rolls up to his feet, grabbing a nearby kendo stick on the way up. He WHACKS her in the back with it! Madison yells out in pain, arching her back and falling to one knee. She pushes herself back up only to be CRACKED in the back with the kendo stick again! Again she falls to one knee, arching her back in pain. This time Dylan capitalizes by standing in front of her and SMACKING the kendo stick square across her temple! You can hear the echo of the hit all the way up into the nosebleeds for sure, and the kendo stick explodes! Pieces go every which way from the broken half, littering the area with debris, and Dylan tosses the half still in his hands. He rolls her over and tries to hook her leg but can't get the job done, the Violent Champion kicks out! Dylan knows just what he needs now. He needs his box of legos! Dylan walks around the ring until he finds them, knowing they have to be around here somewhere. Shepherd then slides back into the ring, turning the box over and allowing the Legos to spill all over the mat. But he's caught off guard when he turns around into Madz! Not only is Madison already in the ring, but she throws a glitter bomb that explodes all in Dylan's face! Being that it temporarily blinds him, Madz uses this to nail him with the Gorgeous Nightmare (Reverse Roundhouse)! She reels back hard as she hooks his leg, grabbing the pin for a successful title defense! WINNER AND STILL House of Wrestling Violent Champion, Madison Lewis! FINISHING MOVE Gorgeous Nightmare (Reverse Roundhouse)

We see Alex Andrews walking out of her apartment building, holding hands with another brunette, she leans over and kisses her on the cheek before they part ways.

Alex Andrews: Talk soon, hon.

They share a smile as the brunette walks off and Alex slowly walks down the street.

She comes to a bench and takes a seat upon it, crossing one leg underneath the other, and smiles at the camera.

Alex Andrews: You know something? I see what you're doing Bash. I do. How you set this match up to try and push Davina and I apart. How this opportunity will shatter us apart and make us easier for you to pick apart. Am I right?

Alex rolls her eyes.

Alex Andrews: It won't work, you know. Because we've done this before. Davina and I? We've fought each other. For the top prize, don't you remember when Davina challenged for my Grand Championship, Bash? We had a hard fought contest that I happened to win at and our friendship survived that, I daresay, it'll survive this attempt as well. You guys just don't seem to get it, friendship isn't just when it convenient. It's not about being there when the going is good, it is about being there when times are tough. So, your feeble little attempt at making me turn my back on Davina will fail. She and I will fight it out, no problem, we both understand the stakes, and we'll throw hands at the spoiled Bianca Page as well. Oh trust me, she'll get roughed up a bit as well. But in the end, you won't get what you want. I might, but you wont, Bash.

Alex chuckles to herself.

Alex Andrews: I want another shot at the Grand Championship, sure, and this might me my way back to it. But, before you and all the catty sycophants you've surrounded yourself with get it twisted, I'm not just another thorn in your side. I am the entire damn rose. I hear them telling me to mind my own business, but what kind of friend would I be? Not a very good one. So, you want to come at me, just wait and see how much of a problem I can be.

She smiles tonjersekf, chewing on her lip and gives the camera a knowing wink before she turns her focus to something else in the street and the camera pulls back before fading away.

Headliner Golden Ticket #5 Bianca Page vs Davina King vs Alex Andrews Out of all other matches on the card, this triple threat is the most decorated, as all three competitors have held gold here in HoW. One of them has even held the Grand Championship, although one who could equal her in popularity is Davina King. They've both pledged to remain competitive in this match with Bianca Page. Bianca has her own accolades, but is a bit more unsavory in the eyes of the fans. As the bell rings, Bianca slides from the ring and shrugs at the two still inside. She wants more than anything for Davina and Alex to fight each other. However, they do. True to their word, the duo tie up and go into a test of strength. Alex looks to be winning, then Davina takes control. That's when Bianca slides back in and gives Davina a big boot to the back of the head. Andrews gives Pages a scoop slam for it though, followed by a running elbow. With Page down again, Davina and Alex once again tie up. This time Davina able to catch Andrews with a spinebuster. Andrews battles back to her feet, whipping King into the corner and following up with a running knee. Bianca grabs Alex from behind, dropping her with a Russian legsweep. Bianca rolls through and back to her feet, just in time for Davina to rush out of the corner and catch Bianca with an uppercut. King then grabs Page and lifts her into the air with a gorilla press, before dropping her into a powerslam on the mat! Davina hooks Bianca's leg but Alex comes in and breaks up the count, not willing to give up the spot just yet. Andrews bounds off the ropes as Davina gets to her feet, launching her into a running monkey flip. Bianca is on her feet next, eating two back hands to her chest from Andrews. Alex bounds off the ropes, thing time nailing Page with Elysium (Running Bicycle Kick) that takes Bianca to the canvas. Alex drops to the mat to make a pin attempt on Bianca, but Page gets her shoulder up just after the two count. Andrews gets to her feet, just as Jenson Idol as jumped onto the apron! He yells to Alex as a distraction, and Andrews walks up to him. Of course, Idol hops down from the apron at that moment, holding his hands up. He continues yelling up to Alex, when Davina gets into the ring. Her and Bianca begin to throw hands, garnering the ref and Alex's attention. With her back turned, Jenson yanks Alex's feet out from under her, dragging her out of the ring! From there, he forcefully whips her into the steel steps! it's only here that the referee turns around, Jenson of course having jogged across ringside and throws his hands up, acting innocent. Inside the ring, Davina yells down to Jenson that he has to be the culprit of what's happened to Alex. She threatens him, and the ref looks on, not knowing what to do. Bianca Page comes from behind King, sweeping her leg down to the mat and folds her into a small package! Jenson rushes down to the ring, grabbing Bianca's arms for extra leverage on the pin without the ref seeing! The referee counts the three, and Bianca steals the last golden ticket! Jenson and Bianca make their way to the back, Bash Blackstone probably beyond ecstatic, as Davina checks on Alex. WINNER Bianca Page FINISHING MOVE Small Package

In the semi-darkness engulfing the room, the flickering flame of a lighter briefly illuminated Olly’s face. The young man lit up a cigarette, not really a healthy habit, especially for a wrestler, especially before a monumental main event like tonight’s match that sees him facing Jessi Ozborne for a shot at Chris Night’s at Homecoming. Maybe it was just a way for him to deal with the mounting tension, maybe he was just being edgy. Regardless, after taking a long drag and exhaling a cloud of smoke, the MWE Academy graduate finally spoke.

Olly: Three months ago, prior to my debut on the last Foundation of the year, I warned y’all. I warned you that a storm was coming, I told you to prepare yourself for something that would forever change the landscape of this company.

Bringing the cigarette to his mouth, he took another puff.

Olly: You deliberately chose not to listen, to ignore me or, even worse, you laughed at me.

A sinister chuckle escaped his lips.

Olly: Who’s laughing now that the storm is finally here? You saw it at Metaverse, you saw a glimpse of what The Division can do. And that was only the beginning.

Pacing himself through his speech for dramatic effect, Olly blew a smoke ring, following it as it floated in the air until it disappeared.

Olly: When it comes to The Division, people just love to talk grandly about how they are gonna cut off the head of the snake, whatever that means. It’s funny to me, because that truly tells you how little they know about us.

Pause.

Olly: As far as I know, only one person has understood the nature of the beast called The Division, but they are wise enough to stay out of our way. We’re not a snake, there’s not one leader calling the shots and a bunch of minions following orders. Who did you take us for, the Queens Of Chaos?

Olly raised a finger, digressing for a moment to follow a fleeting thought.

Olly: Oh, by the way, good job hiring another psychopath to your ranks, Jessi. I thought you filled the quota already with Faizah, but then you took it to the next level and brought Kim in. I’m sure this will all go smoothly for you. But I digress.

Shaking his head and laughing up his sleeve, Olly then reverted back to the original topic.

Olly: A more fitting comparison would be a hydra. Several heads, and whenever you cut one, two more will pop up. This is why you’ll never be able to stop us, this is why no matter how many people you come at us with, we will always prevail.

One last drag and then Olly flickered the cigarette away. The lit up tip flew through the darkness of the room, falling on the floor like a shooting star.

Olly: Jessi Ozborne, La Reina Asesina, the Killer Queen, leader of the Queens Of Chaos. Sounds like a jumble of platitudes, it’s like you used one of those Random Names Generators you find on the internet, or asked ChatGPT to come up with the most generic pretend badass nickname and stable. But I’m not here to pick on your literary choices. I’m not even here for you, if I’m being honest. You’re just an excuse.

The young man stood up from the chair he was sitting on.

Olly: You’re just a device this company needs to legitimize what’s always been bound to happen. I will challenge Chris Night, I will take the title from him. And after I beat you, nobody will be able to question my claim to the throne.

The smirk spread further across his lips.

Olly: Take down the Queen. Go for the King. Checkmate.

He punched the lightbulb hanging over his head, the only source of light illuminating the room. And in complete darkness, the echo of his footsteps leaving the room was the last thing we heard before the feed cut to the next segment. The feed cuts to the locker room of Chris Night, who is wearing a Nightfall hoodie, red jeans and black and red Jordan 1’s, and of course, the HoW Grand Championship is on his shoulder.

Chris Night: Big night tonight, huh?

Chris looked down at his championship and smirked.

Chris Night: I can’t lie, I’m pretty damn excited about the main event. I mean, I get to see two competitors go at it for a shot against me.

Chris nodded.

Chris Night: The thing about this match? I don’t have a preference. I know that both of them are gunning for me, so I’ve already done my homework on them both. Jessi though? She deserves another shot at this championship. A fair shot. But if Olly wins this one? Then I can’t deny him.

Chris stepped closer to the camera, a more serious look crossed over his face.

Chris Night: But do you think that you’re ready, kid? Do you think that you can beat me with cheap tricks and tactics? I know your little game. You see, I was just like you back when I was your age. Where do you think Julian learned a lot of the things he taught you?

Chris pointed at his head and laughed lightly.

Chris Night: Obviously, I turned a corner and became a better man. Not just for me, but for my fans but most importantly? My family and my Nightfall family. Maybe you’ll understand that one day, huh? That there is a better way than what you’re doing. Because if you keep on doing this? All you’re going to find is a world of hurt as you alienate everyone around you. Trust me, I know.

He sighed and shook his head slowly.

Chris Night: And so does Julian. Look at all of the people he’s pushed away over the years. Do you really want that life? You are better than that, kid.

Chris paused.

Chris Night: Ya know, some people might say that I’m wasting my breath here. But I don’t think I am. I think you’re just a little lost and you need someone to guide you. You’re welcome to come by Nightfall sometime, if you want? If not, that’s fine. But the offer is there.

Chris looked at his championship before holding it in front of the camera.

Chris Night: You see what turning the corner and doing things the right way gets you? It gets you to the top, with the world chanting your name. That could be you. You have a choice. Make the right one. Anyway, good luck tonight, to you and to Jessi.

Chris brushed past the camera and the scene cut away.

MAIN EVENT Winner faces Chris Night at Homecoming Jessi Ozborne vs Olly Finally the one that we've all been waiting for, the main event for the night and the match that will tell us who will be facing Chris Night at Homecoming. Making good on their promise, The Division have infiltrated the House of Wrestling at a high cost. Olly steps forward to claim the number one contendership against Jessi Ozborne, whom held the championship for mere minutes before having Night cash in on her. The stakes are high as the bell rings. The first part of the match sees Jessi go full throttle against Olly, and the MWE Academy Graduate is overwhelmed. She lands multiple knee strikes, with Olly rolling to his feet each time. Jessi leaps up into an enziguri that causes Olly to stumble back into the corner and eat a corner face wash. She tries to lift him up for a backdrop but he throws his weight down, then hooking her for an arm drag. Jessi rolls through and back up to her feet, catching Olly across the face with Bangarang (Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse)! He falls to the mat and the crowd cheers and Jessi hooks his leg. However, Olly gets his shoulder up at two. On the mat, she applies a rear chinlock, trying to make him tap out. Olly begins to slowly work his way upwards, so Jessi abandons the chinlock and drives him back down with a backslide pin! The ref drops for a second count but Olly again powers out. As the match continues on, Olly's resilience is what's being showcased. He's taking shot after shot from Jessi, but isn't being held down for long. Ozborne kicks him in the gut looking for a sunset flip, but Olly is able to reverse it into an Alabama slam! He grabs Jessi by the hair, giving her a hard piledriver in the middle of the ring. Ozborne rolls across the ring and gets up into the corner. Olly uses this to his advantage by giving her multiple elbows in the corner. To cap it off, he steps back and then rushes forward with an uppercut that has Ozborne seeing stars! Olly pulls her out of the corner and into Face It (Front Russian Legsweep). He flips Jessi over for a pin attempt, but she kicks out. He grabs her up over his shoulder, but Jessi is able to slip out. He turns around into a calf kick that sends him up and over the top rope. Jessi bounds off a moment later into a suicide dive! The ref begins counting with both on the outside. Jessi attempts to get Olly to his feet, with obvious hopes of getting him into the ring but he battles back, hitting her into the gut and then smacks her with a spinning backfist. Jessi walks closer to the ring, but turns around at the perfect moment! Olly rushes her, and because Jessi sees him coming at the last moment she is able to surprise him with a drop toe hold that sends him into the steel steps and busts his nose! The crimson stream starts coming down with ease! By this time, the referee is at a count of nine and Jessi quickly rushes and jumps onto the apron. She ducks in between the ropes, but Olly grabs her foot! 10! Olly lets go, and Jessi tumbles into the ring but it's too late. The ref calls for the bell and counts them both out. Ozborne is pleading with the referee, letting emotions take hold. She's been trying to get back to the Grand Championship and keeps running into what she perceives as trivial roadblocks. Olly chuckles, blood still coming down his nose. He slides into the ring, and Jessi still wants a piece! They come to blows again, the referee calling for the bell again and trying to get them to stop. That's when McKena, RAZE and Wade Manson rush the ring. They clear security, and then stomp to Jessi. The crowd begins to cheer as Chris Night runs down to the ring! He starts laying into everyone and the crowd are eating it up! But after a few seconds, he's overwhelmed by the numbers game, and he's put to the mat as well! The crowd are filling every last bit of the MGM Grand Garden Arena with boos! WINNER No Contest FINISHING MOVE N/A

Bash Blackstone: STOP! Stop right now!

The voice of Bash Blackstone is heard as The Division members try to figure out where it's coming from. They back away from Chris and Jessi, who roll to the opposite corner to assist each other up. Bash makes his way out onto the entranceway with a microphone in hand. His hair is disheveled and his suit is wrinkled and undone, probably from panicking in his office all night. However, he's free now.

Bash Blackstone: I have been LOCKED in my office by someone trying to sabotage our show, and I'm finally released to see the show being taken over once again by The Division!

The crowd boos as Olly, RAZE and Wade Manson look on. They don't seem to care one bit.

Bash Blackstone: It seems that we didn't even declare ourselves a challenger for Homecoming. This match was forced into a No Contest because there is so much tension and animosity. So in two weeks on Foundations XX, Chris Night will team with Jessi Ozborne to take on our special guests, RAZE and Wade Manson!

The crowd pops for the Superteam of Chris Night and Jessi Ozborne coming together for real to hopefully put down two members of The Divison. RAZE and Wade just chuckle.

Bash Blackstone: Furthermore, the Homecoming main event will see Chris Night defend the House of Wrestling Grand Championship inside a cell...against Jessi Ozborne!

The crowd goes wild! While still holding herself up via the ropes, Ozborne puts her right fist into the air in triumph. The House fans are firmly behind this decision.

Bash Blackstone: ...AND Olly!

The script flips, and the boos ring out loud. Jessi herself has mixed feelings, as she wanted her one-on-one with Chris. Despite this, she still has herself another chance. Chris looks apprehensive but ready, nodding his head. Finally, the camera focuses in on Olly. He's laughing, blood still coming down his face. The laugh itself has evil intent, The Division still firmly in play. Olly had made it into the main event.

With this, Foundations XIX fades out.