Friday Night Foundations XXIV

We open Foundations XXIV with an aerial drone shot of the sold-out MGM Grand Garden Arena on the last stop before HouseWARming. The building is certainly already a-buzz with the anticipation of tonight's stacked card but the decibel level in the building climbs even higher when “Tough Justice” By Blues Saraceno floods through the arena to start the show, as promised.

There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as “The Outlaw” Jack Graves strolls through the curtain and he takes his place at the top of the ramp with a six-pack of beer in his hands and the GEW Grand Championship around his waist. Jack doesn’t pander to the haters that are booing him though. Instead, he catches sight of the drone and waves it in toward him as he pops one of the ice-cold beers from its plastic ring.

The drone closes in on Graves for a killer shot as he prepares to shotgun a beer in his usual pre-match ritual fashion, but he stops suddenly and holds up a finger to the drone mouthing “pause” for the camera. As if on cue, his music stops and Jack takes this opportunity to pop a second beer from the plastic ring just as “Thank You for the Venom” by Outline In Color suddenly rings out through the arena. The crowd erupts with another mixed reaction pop as McKena Hardy steps through the curtains to join her teammate at the top of the ramp.

Jack hands McKena the second beer and the two of them give each other a nod before cracking the cans open and shotgunning them down in a race to the finish. Naturally, Jack is the first done and he flattens the can against his head and tosses it aside just a few seconds before McKena finishes hers up and does the same. This gets another eruption from the fans, and Jack nudges her proudly as the two of them head down the ramp toward the ring, passing out the rest of the beers to people who were clearly of age.

Because no one wants a lawsuit.

Graves heads directly up the stairs to wipe his boots on the canvas and he steps between the ropes, meanwhile, McKena grabs two microphones from ringside and joins him. The two of them give the crowd just a few more minutes to settle down before Jack raises the mic to his lips and grins.

Jack Graves: Shewwww GODDAMN boy, I love Las Vegas. Nothin’ like whoopin’ some ass here in such an iconic building and trust me when I say we’ve got a whole heap of ass-whoopin’ slated for the docket today ladies and gentlemen… court is in session.

Jack motions with the microphone as if he’s banging a gavel, and smirks at McKena.

Jack Graves: When I saw that I was booked alongside my gal McKena here on the go-home show before her big Pay-Per-View? I knew we had to kick this shit off right. So I thought, what better way to kick shit off right than by kicking the dog shit out of poor ol’ Chris Night.

McKena laughs and nudges Jack but he’s like a brick wall and doesn’t move which serves as a pretty comical moment.

McKena Hardy: haha. That rhymed.

Jack gives her a nod, looking very proud of himself.

Jack Graves: I know. Hashtag Bars. Aaaaaaanyways. Before we get to the beatdown these folks are about to witness here tonight… I just wanted to say that I personally asked Bash if I could open the show out here with you tonight, not just to set the tone for HouseWARming, but also because I wanted to celebrate with you.

McKena looks a little confused, but Jack puts an arm around her and he continues.

Jack Graves: I wanted to celebrate you being THE goddamn golden nightmare, of course. You really showed out by running the gauntlet and winning that tournament. I’m proud of you. Can’t say that enough. Actually. Take a bow.

Jack steps back to give her room to take a bow, and she does, which gets another mixed reaction from the crowd. This time though Jack flips off a few of the people booing her in the front row and it leads to him chirping with them off-mic for a second until McKena steps in and reigns him back in. Jackie quickly gets back on track though, for a moment at least, and he pulls a folded piece of paper from his back pocket.

Jack Graves: Oh, what I was TRYIN’ to say before this asshole in the front row almost got his ass beat, is that I also wanted to celebrate this fat new contract that Bash signed me to today that makes me the newest official member of this roster.

The camera pans ringside to the “asshole” in the front row and it’s an old man in his late seventies at least. The old man is booing the hell out of Jack and talking shit, so Jack turns back to him and sticks one leg out of the ropes as if he’s going to go after him. This gets a wave of boos, which Jack immediately feeds into.

Jack Graves: Listen here, Grandpa. These hands are AARP certified too and I’ll knock the metamucil out your ass.

The old man is going back just as hard and loving every second of it. The cameras pick up what sounds like him calling Jack a “bald motherfucker” and Graves has to fight back a laugh as he wheels back around and plays into it.

Jack Graves: Motherfucker? Naw, your momma is too old for me, son. You look like the goddamn crypt keeper so I know her ancient ass probably went down on the Titanic. Your granddaughter though? SHE thinks my bald head is sexy. Ask her. Hell, better yet? You should see my DMs…. Tell me which one is her..

Jack acts like he might pull out a phone but instead, he finally turns back to McKena and he re-introduces the brand-spankin’ new contract for the cameras.

Again.

Jack Graves: Sorry about that. Old people. They always ruin celebrations. Anyways, signed this bitch today. So you know what that means?

McKena tilts her head to give him a confused look and she takes the contract from him to look it over as she speaks.

McKena Hardy: It means you wrestle here now? Duh. Jack, are you stoned right now?

Jack shushes her quickly as if there wasn’t a sold-out crowd listening to their conversation or anything, and he shakes his head.

Jack Graves: What are you, a cop? Lower your voice man. No, I already wrestle here sometimes, clearly. Where have you been? The catch is though, that up until now it’s always been pay-per-appearance and has never had as many… perks.

Jack points to a line on the paper off-camera and McKena reads it to herself before looking back up at him with an impressed nod.

McKena Hardy: Niiiice. You decide who you’re going to use it on?

Jack sees the drone camera coming to try and get a peek at the contract clause and he takes it back quickly to put it away.

Jack Graves: Nope. The table as a whole will know when I do though. Until then. How about we bring out the lambs to slaughter and then we can go celebrate the right way?

Jack tilts a thumb at the old man in the front row one more time.

Jack Graves: We can bring pop-pop too if he calls his granddaughter to come through. Kaitlin… Kathl-

Old Man: Erin!

Jack winces and covers his face in mock embarrassment.

Jack Graves: Well that’s awkward. uhhhhm...Erin. As long as he brings Erin, he’s in too. What do you say? Let’s burn this bitch down.

McKena Hardy: Fuck it. You know I’m in.

Both of them toss their microphones aside in unison and the two of them turn their attention up the ramp toward the curtains, calling for FAITHE and Chris Night to come get the smoke.

Opener Tag Team Rules The Division (Jack Graves & McKena Hardy) vs Nightfall (Chris Night & FAITHE) With Jack and McKena already out at the ring, Chris and FAITHE come down the ring together. They look more than pumped to get their hands on The Division. Luckily for them, there doesn't appear to be any other members of The Division at ringside currently. Of course they know better and will most certainly be keeping their eyes peeled for any and all surprises. The Grand Championship number one contender starts us off against the Las Vegas Fever Dream. They've had their own issues, stemming back to Paragon when McKena up and left Nightfall high and dry. So much had happened since then. The grab each others hair, going to town with right hands. Faithe catches McKena with a running neckbreaker, following up with a standing elbow drop. As Faithe reaches down, McKena reaches her legs up, bringing Faithe down into a rollup. She's able to get her shoulders up before the three though. When Faithe kips up, she quickly hops towards her corner and tags in Night! Chris rushes in, grabbing his former protege into a slingblade. She pops up from the impact, but eats a basement dropkick right after. Chris, always speedy, goes for a rolling thunder but McKena gets her knees up, connecting with his back! She kicks Night in the midsection, then drops him with the Antihero Drop (Inverted DDT). She goes for the pin, but Faithe comes in and breaks the count with an axehandle to her back. Graves ducks in as well, grabbing Faithe by the neck and tossing her over the top rope. Graves puts his foot onto the apron again, reaching in and getting a tag from Hardy. He picks up Chris off the mat, driving him down to the mat with a huge spinebuster that gets boos from the crowd. We're seeing an interesting replay of the main event from Metaverse as Jack pummels Night. Suddenly, Chris slips under Jack's legs, leaving him on his knees. Night bounds off the ropes, leaping into a handspring that culminates with a cutter on Jack! Chris goes for the cover but McKena breaks the count with ease. When Chris gets to his feet, he backs up into his corner and gives Faithe the tag back in. As Jack is getting to his feet, she plants him with When You Believe (Reverse Pedigree). She flips him over to hook his leg, but Graves kicks out just after the two count. He's not going to be put down that easy. Faithe tries to apply an ankle lock, but Jack kicks her away. He pops up to his feet, nailing her with a huge big boot. He scoops her up into a suplex position, but Faithe throws her weight down, landing on her feet. However Jack is faster than she thinks, and he reaches forward, grabbing her by the throat. She chokes only for a moment, before Graves nails her with the Hangman's Call (Chokeslam Backbreaker). Chris and McKena can both already see the pin coming, so they rush in. But McKena has gotten even quicker on the draw, catching Chris with Pump the Breaks (STO Backbreaker followed by faceplant)! Jack turns Faithe over and makes the three count. For now, they have their hand raised and continue up the ramp...but there's plenty of night to go... WINNER The Division (Jack Graves & McKena Hardy) FINISHING MOVE Hangman's Call (Chokeslam Backbreaker)

It cut backstage to The Midnight Demon Club. Noelle is eating a rice cake, which she throws on the ground and steps on it. Silas eyeballed her.

NOELLE SKYE:
"Salavea Twins? Hey, what's your issue? Like, really boys… Can you not stand the fact that we're better than you? Anything you can do? We do it better. We've done it first. You wanna attack us from behind? I get you wanted payback. You talk all this talk. You think you're big and bad? Yet you silly losers still can't even @ a girl on social media? It's time to grow some balls and step up."

SILAS ROMERO: “Their issue? We’re better than them and they can’t handle it. But first..”

Silas glanced towards the rice cake and then back to Noa.

SILAS ROMERO: “Are we just going to pretend like you didn’t just throw food on the ground like a heathen? Ya know what? Never mind..”

Noa gave him a perplexing look before Silas simply shook his head and continued.

SILAS ROMERO: “Frankly, my Wonder Twin friends, what other than being better than you do you have against us? You came in running at the mouth that we were a cancer and that we weren’t even a proper tag team - what exactly does that mean? Because we don’t share a mother and were popped out minutes apart we can’t work together? I think us being the longest reigning Tag Champs here kind of disproves that, right? We didn’t even have to have outside help!”

NOELLE SKYE:
“Yeah, ya punk bitches!”

SILAS ROMERO: “Also, us going through matches in one night in Japan only to fall short in a triple threat ladder match kind of proves your theory wrong. Oh.. Devlin-Gun for life, by the way.”

Noa and Silas flash their matching “Midnight Demon-GUN” shirts with matching super cheesy grins on their faces.

SILAS ROMERO: “Anyway, back to my point - You guys just wish you were us. There is absolutely no way around that. But not just us this time.. Now we get to mix it up with the bosses peeps and Champs.. WORTHY Champions. Bring them all.. it makes it easier when we wrangle all the teams in this fine, fine company and show them why sometimes..”

NOELLE SKYE:
“… DEAD IS BETTER!”

We open on the unmistakable quaff of Bash Blackstone’s hair. We begin to pan down and widen the shot so that Bash himself is encompassed within the view. He’s wearing a dark brown suit now, which is different from his usual black one that he’s worn consistently. He fixes his hair a little more, when an assistant walks into his office. She’s holding his old black suit! However, he doesn’t look pleased. He quickly inspects the front, and points down.

Bash Blackstone: Ugh! Do you see this here?!

It’s a small, barely visible, splotch of dark red upon his black suit. He’s not pleased at all.

Bash Blackstone: Am I gonna have to throw this damn suit out?! This is Armani, custom! This probably costs more than your monthly salary, and Jenson had the AUDACITY to dump all that pig's blood on us! Don’t even get me started on what Veronica and Bianca were wearing, that probably costs more than your house…do you even own a house??...you know what, don’t answer this. Just take care of it!

He orders the assistant out of his office, shaking his head in disappointment. He turns around in his chair, to show that both Veronica Taylor and Bianca Page have been sitting with him the entire time. The trio are easily the best dressed of the night.

Bash Blackstone: Girls, I am so sorry for what Jenson did to us two weeks ago. I know it wasn’t my fault, but I can’t help but feel somewhat responsible for his actions. I brought him into HoW because I thought he could be my personal exterminator…who knew that he’d be the one that turned out to be the insect! Either way, that’s one bug that I may need to crush personally, you two have already been through enough helping me fight my battles against these ungrateful peons that take up space on my roster!

He rolls his eyes, the frustration in him boiling up just by thinking of it.

Bash Blackstone: The only thing you two should be focused on tonight, is your four way tag team match. This match has two teams that are former champions, the current champions, and of course the future champions, you two! I have no doubts in my mind that you’ll put all of those teams in their place, and make sure anyone watching remembers that you may be Classy, you may be Stars, but you are also wrestlers that can beat anyone on the roster!

Veronica fluffed her hair smugly as she said proudly.

Veronica Taylor: Exactly! CJ Bradley found out the hard way in just three seconds that I can beat her. I mean it was lights, camera, and action as the star beat the extra as it should always be. But now we are about to make our way to those tag team titles, and it starts with tonight.

“Classy” Bianca Page:The both of you are exactly right. Over the last several weeks we have seen a bunch of these mediocre teams and or little groups trying to measure up to us individually. So the two of us together cannot and will not be stopped.

Bianca looks confidently at Bash and Veronica.

“Classy” Bianca Page:I mean with all due respect, Bash, The Salavea Twins were only champions for less than a month with no successful title defenses. They are simply a flash in the pan. Unfortunately I cannot say that about either of the other two teams. The Midnight Demon Club held the Tag Team titles for six months. Well, good for the two of you. While Vero and I have only teamed together a handful of times we have an uncanny working relationship. So don’t think you are going to get anything over on us. Now the current champions, Strike 2 Kill, is like everywhere and have held just about every Tag Team and Trios Championships that are active today. Hell, they cheated my sisters and I of the NFW Trios titles from us last summer. They need to pay for such crimes and what better way to serve that then taking the HOW Tag Team titles from them.

Bianca has an angered look on her face.

Veronica Taylor: Exactly we are stars, is why this company should be built around us, but since the board wants to keep playing its games with Bash, and me. Well, it can suffer through what is happening quite frankly the little heroes going to try and save the day how cute is that? To bad it won’t do them any good, and those teams? They are about to be outclassed and out matched by the two of us.

The assistant came back in, waving to the three of them.

Bash Blackstone: Oh, girls, I think it’s time we grace them with our presence. Let’s remind them what you girls can do…

We fade out.

Match Two Non-titled 4way Tag Team Rules The Salavea Twins vs Bianca Page & Veronica Taylor vs Strike2Kill(c) vs Midnight Demon Club These four teams absolutely have history with one another, and each have played a part in the evolution of the tag division in some way. Some would argue more than others, but all have been important. There's a clear cut line of which teams the House are behind and which they aren't. What makes this already insane match even more interesting, is the addition of Bash Blackstone at ringside. Each team has their own corner in this fatal fourway breakdown, which means that inside the ring we are seeing a fourway match happening at all times. In the beginning it's a bit much, because everyone is zipping every which way. Strike2Kill have been on a roll as of late, the current World Tag Team Champions now having technical wins over both MDC and the Salaveas. They're well versed in quick tags, so they try to take advantage of the open situations to tag in and out. Watson is the first with a pin attempt when he backslides Rodney Salavea! The count is broken by Veronica. Veronica and Bianca look rather impressive, always being by each other's side by rarely within the tag division. Bash at ringside causing distractions is more than helpful, as well. Of course, the story that the House had their eyes transfixed on was that of the Salavea twins and the Midnight Demon Club. For months now they've been at each others throats, and cost one another their title reigns. Although there are others involved, the fury between the two teams is evident and to their own detriment here in this fatal fourway. At some point during the match, the Salaveas are even joined by their brothers Mateo and Leati at ringside. They stay away from the teams competing in the match, but seem to be sending a message with their presence. Not only do MDC not care for them being here, but S2K also don't care for it, and begin telling them to back off. This brings the twins, and the Midnight Demon Club to the outside. Noah gives Jacob a DDT onto the edge of the ramp, but is superkicked from Rodney! Silas grabs him from behind into a facelock. Miles spins around on the apron to watch the onslaught on the outside as Liam watches from inside the ropes. They look as if they're about to join the fray when Bianca and Veronica rush in from out of nowhere! The legal teammate, Veronica, sweeps Liam's legs down into a schoolgirl. At the same time, Bianca nails Miles in the back with a missile dropkick, knocking him from the apron! Bianca quickly rushes over to Veronica and helps keep Miles' shoulders down as the referee counts the three! The crowd erupts in boos, as both slide out of the ring to join Bash at ringside. These three aren't sticking around for the brawl that's begun. Neither MDC nor the Salaveas have realized the match is over, or maybe they don't care. Mateo and Leati joining is probably their first hint, which of course brings on Strike2Kill! Security is called out from the back, and we go to commercial as all eight are still throwing body parts every which way. WINNER Bianca Page & Veronica Taylor FINISHING MOVE Schoolgirl

The scene opens with Faizah Marshall in her street clothes dragging her rolling luggage through the hallway. Before she can walk into the Queens of Chaos locker room, she is stopped by HoW resident interviewer, Yahamamoto.

Yahamamoto:
“Faizah? Can I get a word with you?”

Faizah pauses, giving Yahamamoto a once over. She sighs.

Faizah Marshall:
“Not to be rude, make it quick.”

Yahamamoto:
“Two weeks ago, you and Tomoko Oto managed to co-exist. Was that for one night only or–”

She waste no time cutting him off.

Faizah Marshall:
“Me and Oto will never be friends. Just so we’re clear, allow me to take you back a couple months. Red Moon Rising, she beat me in a two out of three falls match. On April 7th, after our last Pure Champion made me tap out, Gloria and Oto had a staring contest as I was busy processing where my career was headed next. Up until that point, my time in HoW was looking to be one huge bust. I managed to win a couple matches. Aside from losing to Madz, I have been riding a wave of momentum. Anyway, me and Oto will never be besties. She saved me from a post match attack from The Runaways a month ago. I made sure those bitches didn’t put Oto on the shelf two weeks ago. We’re even.”

Yahamamoto:
“Does it bother you that Dani Shadow is getting a Pure Championship match later tonight?”

Faizah scoffs.

Faizah Marshall:
“Of course it does. Didn’t I beat her a month ago? The Runaways couldn’t even beat me and Oto, on what planet does losing earn you a title opportunity? Running away from earning your stripes is The Runaway’s way. Part of me hopes Dani wins, then I’d have a case for a championship match.”

Yahamamoto:
“One last qu–”

Faizah holds up her hands to stop Yahamamoto from asking anymore questions.

Faizah Marshall:
“I appreciate the time but… there’s something I need to take care of.”

Faizah Marshall opens the door to the Queens of Chaos locker room. As soon as she walks in she slams the door behind her as the scene fades to black.

Match Three Violent Rules Noah Ortega vs Dylan Shepherd Two weeks ago, Noah was stuck on the same team as both Madison Lewis and Ryl of Scardale. A team that wasn't meant to make it through, as we saw. Surprisingly, they didn't do too bad until Ortega decided to ditch his teammates! This didn't sit too well with Shepherd, with came to the aid of Madz! These two had fun against one another before, but now it's a little more personal. Dylan is way more aggressive this time, not letting Noah breath. He chases Ortega to the outside of the ring, and rushes him. Noah moves out of the way and sends Dylan right into the barricade. Ortega grabs a nearby cane, and smashes it across Dylan's head, causing it to break immediately! Ortega follows it up with a running bulldog that smashes Dylan's head right into the steel steps! He goes for the early pin attempt but Dylan gets his shoulders up, smashing Ortega in the face with a forearm. Noah tries to jog away as Dylan gets up but Shepherd puts his foot out and trips Ortega. He takes him by the head, leading him over to the ramp before planting him onto it with a DDT. He looks under the ring for a few seconds, grabbing hold of a lead pipe. Noah begins to crawl up the ramp, but Dylan is able to catch him. Shepherd mouts Noah, taking the lead pipe and applying a modified camel clutch with it! Noah yells out in pain, but alas, there's no rope breaks in a Violent Rules match, nor are they even in the ring. Noah gets creative, sweeping Dylan's legs from behind and causing him to faceplant onto the ramp. Getting back to his feet, Noah grabs a nearby black chair, placing it onto Dylan's neck for a choke of his own. Noah laughs, pressing down the edge of the chair as Shepherd pushes back with all his might. Shepherd is able to win the fight of strength, pushing the chair back into Noah and causing him to fall back. Ortega makes his way back towards the ring, climbing the apron. Before he can step in, Dylan grabs him from behind. He lifts Noah into a high angle german suplex that sees him planted right back into the steel ramp! Shepherd tries for the pin, but Ortega kicks out! Again, the duo find themselves battling on the ramp, though this time they begin moving the opposite way. Noah grabs Dylan by the arm, hard whipping him into the side of the entranceway! He then grabs him by the back of the head, smashing his face into the wall! Dylan begins bleeding, looking as if the last show may have busted his nose. Despite this, Dylan battles back with an elbow that sees Ortega fly through the black curtain and into the backstage area! The camera crew follow as the pair make their way through the halls, grabbing at any and everything they can. The duo battle right by fans in line for concession, and out the door! The crowd are as loud as can be as Noah and Dylan battle into the night, door closing behind them on the camera... WINNER No Contest FINISHING MOVE N/A

Static, static.

Archer: Oh what a tangled web we weave…

Despite the annoying distortion of the audio that usually accompanies static channels, the voice of the Architect of Ultraviolence comes through clear as day. A loud thud is heard, as his fist hits the camera lens, knocking the static away. The video quality looks like it’s being filmed on a camcorder out in the woods.

Archer: You still don’t get it, do you? Madison, Ryl, Dylan, whoever else desperately trying to understand our actions. Why would we go halfway through the match two weeks ago, just to end things in such a violent matter? Because we can. Why would we deceive the House and take the Violent Championship for our own? Because we can. WHY would we go through the roster, spilling blood upon the canvas without a rhyme or reason? Because we can…and you can’t stop us. But it’s ever so fun to see you try.

He tilts the camera upwards, the dark sky now visible above his head. At this angle, you could also see Emma Douglas and Kerberos. The House of Wrestling Violent Championship lie upon the right shoulder of Emma.

Archer: I will tell you this though, if a simple light tube to the face has you moaning and groaning, then you aren’t cut out for this division. If you can’t handle giving into the chaos, then find another mountain to climb, this one isn’t for you. This championship has had three champions thus far, and the last two held it with an iron fist. Yes, even you, Madz. You held this bet within your grasp and refused to let it go, so I could see now why it would erk you to fail in getting it back. Get used to it, Madz. Your era has come and gone, and the Red Plague are going to hold this piece of gold close enough for you to see it, but just far enough so you can never touch it again!

He chuckles, twice patting the gold plate upon the belt.

Archer: That goes for each and every one of you. To me, this trinket isn’t a thing of glory. Instead, it’s a piece of power, something we can use to step on the rest of you. We warned you, so many times, and nobody wanted to listen. Now that the Red Plague have this around our waists, it seems we have all the eyes pointed our way. The Architect of Ultraviolence. The Hound. The Mistress of Mayhem. Our reign of terror has only just begun!

Emma laughs to herself and nods in agreement to what Archer just said.

Emma Douglas: We told you time and again that we were going to take over. The Red Plague said we weren't about how y'all defined things, that we would do things our way. And everytime we'd make a statement, it seemed like that little bit of success would be just out of reach, slip through the cracks through no fault of our own.

Emma readjusts the belt on her shoulder, letting the camera get a good look at it.

Emma Douglas: That all changed when we dominated that scramble and took the Violent Division by storm. And now you have three very capable, very twisted individuals holding the entire division hostage. And we couldn't be happier with that fact. Because now we will get valiant heroes trying to wrest this championship from our grasp. Men and women who think they have the fortitude to thrive in OUR division. Heh. Good luck. We will be fighting champions, though, so no worries, you'll get your chances, but at the end of the day, we just want a good old fashioned violent brawl and holding this title does just that for us.

Emma licks her lips as she continues to speak.

Emma Douglas: Ryl. You amuse us. Really. You think you want this fight, dear warlock? That you're ready for the brutality that await you once you step into MY domain?

Emma tilts her head from side to side, hearing an audible crack as she does so.

Emma Douglas: I'll give you points for not being intimidated and standing your ground, kid, but we've been at this a long time. We know very painful ways to tear a person apart. Think you have what it takes? Good. Think you can make me bleed even? Good, I relish a good fight. Nothing I love more. So come at me, girl and see how long you can withstand The Red Plague.

Match Four Pure Rules Jenna Sharpe vs VixSin The Rose of Calgary has been nothing short of impressive since debuting in the House, and although she may have faltered in her footing, the crowd never lost support. That's very evident as she makes her way to the ring. VixSin is a completely different story, not caring at all about what the crowd thinks of her. It'll be interesting to see VixSin in a Pure Rules setting. As expected, Sharpe starts the match by showcasing the superb technician that she is. She wears down VixSin's arm by wrenching it and giving her some kicks, followed by a russian legsweep onto the arm. Naturally, VixSin isn't happy about it and catches Jenna with a shoulder block. She whips Sharpe across the ring and into the corner. Grabbing Jenna by the hair, VixSin smashes her faces into the turnbuckle! Then a second time, until the referee begins to count her for DQ. She releases, backing up with her arms in the air, albeit with a smirk. She climbs up to the second rope, before launching Jenna through the air with a monkeyflip out of the corner. Jenna is able to surprise her with a rollup as VixSin reached down, but she gets her shoulder up. Sharpe doesn't stop there though, transitioning her legs around VixSin's head into a modified guillotine choke. VixSin is forced to move her way towards the ropes and get herself a rope break. The fury is building to a breaking point in VixSin, and she lashes out by taking Jenna by the throat. She lifts her up into the air, and slams her down to the canvas with a two-handed choke bomb. Sharpe begins to crawl towards the ropes for support, when VixSin walks up behind her. She takes Jenna by the back of the hair, and begins to rub her face into the ropes. The referee shouts that she needs to stop, and begins to count on her. VixSin doesn't listen, laughing at the material burn on Jenna. The referee is about to disqualify her when VixSin stops, and turns on the referee, snapping at him. He stands his ground, insisting that it's against the rules. VixSin finally lets up, and yanks Jenna to her feet. She then drives Sharpe to the mat with Brutality (Pop Up Powerbomb)! VixSin hooks Jenna's leg, but Sharpe is able to get her foot to the bottom rope before the three count! The House crowd cheers for the Rose of Calgary. Once again, VixSin yanks Jenna up, but this time Shape delivers multiple right hands to her gut. She folds her in, then nailing VixSin with a ripcord knee! Before she drops to the mat, Jenna locks shoulders with her, lifting her up into a patella drop! She gains more and more momentum as the House crowd begin to chant for Sharpe. She joins VixSin on the canvas, rolling her up into her Devil's Trap (Last Chancery)! VixSin squirms every which way but cannot break the hold! She tries to make it to the ropes for a ropebreak but she can't make much headway, and is forced to tap! WINNER Jenna Sharpe FINISHING MOVE Devil's Trap (Last Chancery)

Backstage at the Grand Garden Arena.

BEA CARTER: Over and over. Aroubd and around. Jewel and Myra and me. An endless parade of one upsmanship between the three of us and it is all heading to the same outcome: mutually assured destruction.

I will not abide that. I will be the one left standing to enjoy my final victory over them. Eventually.

For now, there's a distraction I must deal with. A little squawking that has been no more or less than a lot of noise in my general direction. An irritating ampunt and type of noise. The kind that, much like a smaller dog yapping at a bigger dog, makes it generally cuter than threatening.

That isnt to say there is no threat of course. Just not the one Chika makes herself out to be. Oh I could go on and on of the ways that Chika has relevance now because she is in my path, but that would lead into spoilers for tonight.

This is only another stepping stone. This will end the same as anyone would expect. My hand will be raised and Chika will be walking to the back, knowing her bark is the best she can manage. And like any irritation, it will be much easier to let slide after it is covered.

So Chika, have the best look you can. I expect you to not lay down, but you will be put down in the end.

Accept your helplessness.

Fade.

Match Five Pure Rules Siren vs Vladislav The menacing Vladislav makes his way through the curtain, the House crowd looking on with anticipation. It's safe to say that he doesn't yet posses the number of wins he was hoping for, but nobody yet has been able to pin or submit the Final Boss. Jenna Sharpe was the one to come the closest just two weeks ago when the two fought to a time limit draw. He looks more determined than ever, staring across the ring at Siren. Siren and Caliban seem to have their hands in everywhere, but can't seem to get a grasp. Being the first to pin or submit Vladislav would be a major step forward. Siren falls victim to an arm trap from the Final Boss, who first gives her a mighty back chop and sends her to the mat. He yanks her back up, to give her a second backhand chop. He reaches down to where she's fallen, locking shoulders with her and lifting Siren up into a stalling suplex. Siren is able to lift her knee, connecting with the top of Vladislav's head and causing him to drop her. She lands in a crouching position, but then jumps up into a stiff thrust kick that sends Vlad back into the corner. She rushes forward with a yell, leaping into a corner splash, but she's caught! Vladislav slowly walks out of the corner, holding Siren in a bearhug that she struggles against. Suddenly, he spins her over and nails her with a belly-to-back piledriver! Siren looks out of it as Vladislav goes for the cover, but she's able to get her foot to the ropes for a rope break. He yanks her up to her feet by her arm, before whipping her across the ring. When she bounds back, Siren is able to leapfrog over Vladislav by launching herself up and over his shoulders! She lands on his opposite side and continues running, springboarding off the ropes into a rebound kick! Vlad doesn't fall though. She rushes to the other side, landing another springboard rebound kick! Still, he doesn't fall! Finally, Siren rushes straight at him with a warrior cry, nailing him with a rocket kick! Vladislav comes crashing to the mat with a loud thud! Siren immediately heads for the top rope. Once there, she wastes no time in leaping into The Morningstar (Moonsault) but Vladislav sees it coming! He moves out of the way, and Siren is thankfully able to land on her feet, albeit stumbling back a bit. She catches herself from falling, but she isn't able to avoid the huge big boot that smashes her right in the face. She holds her jaw and rolls across the ring, trying to put space between her and the brute. But he guns right for her, making sure she stays down with a hard standing elbow drop. He folds her up into the Iron Curtain Lock (Crossface Indian Deathlock), with Siren yelling out in pain. She's got nowhere to go, and is forced to tap! Vladislav has his hand raised and he stares right into the camera lens. One has to think this may be an aggressive message towards Jenna Sharpe... WINNERS VLADISLAV FINISHING MOVE Iron Curtain Lock (Crossface Indian Deathlock)

Jewel Chayse:
"Tank Austen? Interesting, to be honest. Like I've stated before multiple times, I am The Queen and I will prevail at any cost. I will take what I want and take out anyone that gets in my way."

Jewel laughed. She was rocking red and black attire with her signature #MDC jacket, which of course showcased her great assets.

Jewel Chayse:
"I've been on a roll lately, I've been causing chaos, finally stepping up. I've been held back, I'm done being held back. I said it once and I'll say it again. It's my time. It's my time to be in the spotlight."

Jewel laughed again. She's been dealing with Bea Carter and Mrya Rivers lately and it's obvious they doubt her.

Jewel Chayse:
"It's time for this Jewel to finally be on top. I don't care who's in my way, who I have to face but I will get what I want. Tonight, I will make you bend the knee Tank."

Match Six Bea Carter vs Chika Aramura CThe crowd cheers as Chika Aramura makes her way out to the ring! They have come to know and love Chika's unique and unserious attitude. It's a very different feel from when Bea Carter enters, who is very serious and has come within inches of the Civil Championship. A win here, heading into HouseWARming would do wonders for her momentum. Both look more than ready just before the bell rings. They circle around one another, going in for a test of strength but it immediately gets transitioned with Bea ending up behind Chika. She applies her into a headlock, but Aramura locks her arms around Bea's waist, lifting up into a backdrop. They kip but, tying up again, this time with Chika landing a hard forearm to Bea's forehead. Carter backs up into the ropes, putting Chika in the perfect position to whip her across the ring. Aramura herself bounds off the ropes in the opposite direction, bounding back into a tornado facebuster! Chika tries to connect with a overhand clubfist that Bea is able to block. Bea twists her arm, taking her to the mat with a crescent kick. Bea locks arms with her on the mat, using her strength to lift Chika up to her feet. Once there, she lifts Aramura up into a suplex position, but a moment later she drops her face first into her knee! The crowd wince a bit at the brutal shot. Chika falls to her knees, but is scooped up by Carter a second later and nailed with a tiger suplex! Bea bridges up for the pin attempt isn't able to secure the win. Aramura rolls under the ropes and to the apron in order to regain her breath. Bea walks over, but is given an elbow to the face that causes her to back up. Aramura then leaps into a slingshot DDT back into the ring! She covers, but Bea is able to kick out just after the two! She bounds off the ropes as Bea sits up, and hits a basement dropkick! She goes for another cover, but Bea is again able to kick out. Back on their feet, Carter spins into an elbow that goes awry, and the crowd cheers when Chika plants Carter with an Avalanche (Pumphandle Powerbomb)! They probably thought that was it but for the third time, Bea shoots her shoulder up! Bea is able to regain control by biding her time, and dodging away from Chika. She dodges a lariat, springboarding off the nearby ropes with a kick that catches Chika across her chest! It knocks the wind out of her! Capitalizing on the moment, Bea locks shoulders with Chika once again. She lifts her into the air, looking for a moment as if she may drop her forward onto her knee like before. However, Carter nails her with Mayhem in Mystery (Inverted Brainbuster) instead! She floats over and into the pin, with the referee dropping to the mat to count the three! WINNER Bea Carer FINISHING MOVE Mayhem in Mystery (Inverted Brainbuster)

The former Violent Champion was backstage. She was sitting on one of the black equipment crates. She was waiting for Dylan. Tonight she is facing Archer one on one. But we all know it's not going to happen that way. The red plague doesn't do things alone. They are called a plague for a reason. Madz was dressed in her Wrestling attire. She had a red fluffy coat over her attire. Now madz had some cuts healing on her back from getting slammed on that broken light tube. She was scrolling on her twitter when Dylan would appear. He wasn't alone; he had a camera crew with him. Madz would smile at him. Standing up to give him a hug. She would turn her attention to the camera. Doing a little hair flip and a twirl she would step into view.

MADZ -
Hello my lovelies! -Smiles-

She did feel naked without her championship. But let's hope she can take what belongs To her back soon.

MADZ -
First off let me address Noah Ortega. I knew it. I knew you were such a little bitch. Hell I even thought you'd be a team player. But I was wrong. You're still a pathetic excuse of a Man. Ryl and I didn't deserve such a pathetic partner. I feel bad for your lost boys. They have a loser for a leader. Noah you can learn a thing or two from Dylan. He is what a real man looks like. Now that I got that off my chest. Let me get back to the right target, Archer. If you and your little red plague members think you're going to be sneaky little snakes tonight. You have another thing coming. Madison Lewis is prepared.

Madz main goal is to get her championship back. Right now it's being taken over by a plague. HOW can't have a virus taking over the Violent division.

MADZ -
The Architect of Ultraviolence? I've yet to see you live up to this little nickname you gave yourself. Until I see otherwise Archer you're nothing more than Emma little boy toy. Emma is the Violent Champion Archer not you. All you did was help your girl. I know you all claim to be the violent champion. But I'm pretty sure management would agree it's Emma. I never needed anyone to help me keep the Violent Championship. I defended it any chance I could. I retained it everytime. But you guys pulled a fast one. But that's okay I have a little something up my sleeve.

Madz knew that they wanted to take the Violent division over. She just didn't know their little trick they had planned. She had a bloody mess ahead of her. But she will reclaim her championship

MADZ -
Archer, one thing about me. I don't need luck. I don't need time. Because I'm coming for the red plague. I'm the cure. I will cure the Violent division and take back what's mine. I have all the time in the world.

Dylan would step into view of the camera holding his phone that displayed a timer counting. Madz would smile doing her little hair flip and a pose. She would wink at the camera as the scene would fade with her and Dylan walking off.

Match Seven "Titan" Tank Austen vs Jewel Chayse The Crown Jewel has been striking out as of late, showing more drive than ever before, against the likes of those like Bea Carter and Myra Rivers. Many believe she's still considered the Civil number one contender, but for now she faces off against the behemoth, "Titan" Tank Austen. Tank debuted two weeks ago when he decimated Bart Ramsey and Kelly Taylor. He towers over Chayse, but she isn't going to back down that's for sure. We're given a firsthand view of Tank's power, as he shows it off against Jewel. Tank uses his huge fists to pound down onto Jewel, then landing one to her midsection and causing her to double over. He folds her over into a pumphandle position, before lifting her up into a pumphandle drop! The Titan tucks her arms down and goes for an early pin attempt, but Jewel kicks out. In response, Tank scoops her up off the mat, lifting her high above his head. Jewel sees an opening, slipping down his back and landing behind him. She tries to grab around him, but he's much too large to lift! Instead, Tank is able to capitalize and spin Jewel into a belly-to-belly, flattening her against the canvas. He follows up by bounding off the ropes and nailing Jewel with a running senton! Chayse is in a world of hurt. Once again, Tank goes for the cover and the ref drops for the count, but Jewel still gets her shoulder up! Austen whips Jewel across the ring, but she bounds back into a swinging neckbreaker that catches him off guard. She mounts the giant and begins to lay into him with elbows and forearms until the referee begins to count on her. She backs up with her hands up. Tank pops up with a huge lariat but Chayse ducks under his arm! Chayse reaches up and plants him with a reverse DDT to her knee! He hits the mat holding the back of his neck. He rolls to the corner in a seated position, where Jewel begins to stomp him. The giant takes it until once again, the referee is counting on her towards disqualification. She's forced to back up, giving The Titan time to get to his feet. After a bicycle kick attempt, Tank grabs Chayse from behind and lifts her high for a back drop! He holds onto her though, rolling the pair of them back to their feet and going for a second back drop. This time Jewel throws her weight forward though, and she attempts to yank Austen's arm into an arm drag. Of course, he's much too large for that and Chayse falls on her back instead! Tank tries to capitalize by bounding off the ropes into a running splash, but Jewel is able to roll out of the way. He does a bellyflop right onto the mat. That's when Jewel finds herself as the one bounding off the ropes this time, but she launches into Shattered Dreams (Curb Stomp), sending Tank face first into the canvas! She makes the cover and gains the three count over The Titan, much to his surprise! WINNER Jewel Chayse FINISHING MOVE Shattered Dreams (Curb Stomp)

The following video cut is far...Different than what we’re used to from Ryl of Scardale. House of Wrestling’s resident walking high fantasy reference has gone a certain different way. Instead it’s framed as sometimes is perfect, in flashbacks and sequences. Ryl of Scardale’s voice can be heard over the video cuts. It starts with a black-and-white flashback of Madison Lewis holding up the House of Wrestling Violent championship, conquering one opponent after the next.

Ryl of Scardale (V/O): Infamy. Some of us are born to it, mastering a delicate balance between what it takes to be, and what measures we will not follow through.

The video slowly shifts, fading out Madison Lewis’s reign with a dripping effect and the color red bleeding over the imagery. In that is conquering armies crushing a small village interspersed with the timekeeper handing Emma Douglas the Violent championship, Archer and KERBEROS standing by her side. The Red Plague, forever united and the other competitors incensed.

Ryl of Scardale (V/O): In a place where infamy has no limit, no place to breach, anything is possible, anything is opportune. It is chaos. Simple, effective chaos. It is replete among us all, the desire to be infamous and willingness to do anything for it.

For a moment it almost seems like a highlight real to show off what the trio can do individually as well as a team. The level of destruction that they can cause, speaking on behalf of one another and by themselves before coming together as this formidable group.

...Then?

Then The Beast of Berkness is alone. Alone and sharpening a sword. Ryl of Scardale is in the black and white monochrome just as Madison was, yet this is in the here and now.

Ryl of Scardale (V/O): It must be said however, that the methods one takes to become infamous are often the same methods that will be used to unseat you, to dethrone you. Infamy in that way is not like the wind, not like the water or the air...But the flame. Fire is made, not simply an instance that happens...And once someone else has learned to make that fire...The same infamy that you lived by...Is one you may find yourself dying by.

The camera pans out around Lolth’s Champion as she sharpens her blade and once again as we’ve seen from previous Foundation shows...She is surrounded by her mass of cultists, of worshippers in Lolth’s name. What they lack in ability or skills compared to the Red Plague? They might make up in sheer numbers. The Beast of Berkness continues focusing on her sword, but her monologuing stops in favor for Ryl in the shot to speak.

Ryl of Scardale: I will have the Belt of Champion’s Violence, Emma. This...This non-title match is but the first step. In Lolth’s name.

Everytime Ryl repeats herself, the cultists around her grow louder.

Cultists: IN LOLTH’S NAME!

Ryl of Scardale: In Lolth’s name.

Cultists: IN LOLTH’S NAME!

Ryl of Scardale: In Lolth’s name.

Cultists: IN LOLTH’S NAME!

Ryl of Scardale: In Lolth’s name.

Cultists: IN LOLTH’S NAME!

Match Eight Non-titled Madison Lewis vs Archer w/ Kerberos(c) From out of nowhere, the crowd cheers at the sound of Madison Lewis' music blaring through the PA system! The former Violent Champion walks out onto the ramp, a ball of energy the way she usually is. The loud cheers are drowned out by the boos the accompany Archer and KERBEROS walking through the black curtain. KERBEROS has the Violent Championship on his shoulder, walking just behind the Architect of Ultraviolence. The way they look at each other, you can tell this match would be killer if we were under Violent Rules. Instead, they will have to play by the rules here tonight...at least as long as they can. The bell rings and we're already at it with hard hits, neither letting up as the match continues. Madison slams Archer in the face with an elbow, causing him to back up. She rushes him with a tilt-a-whirl, but he's able to stop her from completing it! He transitions her on his shoulder, before nailing her with a huge powerslam! On the mat, he goes to town on her with multiple stomps until she's finally able to move out of the way from one. She sweeps his leg, causing Archer to fall to the mat. She jumps up to her feet, before launching into a handstand kneedrop! She goes for the pin but Archer gets his shoulder up before the three. She twists his arm into a hammerlock, before yanking him up. She leaps into a dropkick, but Archer is able to catch her legs, driving her down to the mat. She rolls backwards though, backing up to the corner and hopping up to the second rope. She soars off and plants the Architect of Ultraviolence with a meteora! As he's getting up, Madz comes from behind, grabbing him into a reverse DDT. However, instead of dropping him, she turns and delivers a hard elbow on the way down for an eye of the hurricane type move. The crowd is all cheers and Madz is all hype as she waits for Archer to get to his feet, rushing him as he turns around. However, she runs right into Killer King (Black Hole Slam), much to the dismay of the crowd. Archer hooks the leg, but Madison kicks out at two to make the crowd go crazy! He looks pretty pissed, pounding the mat, as he gets to his feet. He goes to yank her up, but Madz knees him to the face. She rolls backwards and up to her feet, only to turn around and come face to face with KERBEROS. She looks shocked, but has a split second to drop to a splits just as Archer rushes forward! The ref doesn't see, but as Archer knocks into KERBEROS, his face bounds off the belt on his shoulder, and Archer is hung upon the rope. Madz kips up, getting him untied from the ropes just enough to nail MadzVILLE (Springboard Complete Shot)! The crowd cheers as she makes the three count! They turn to boos as the third Red Plague member, Emma Douglas, rolls into the ring. She scoops Madz up, giving her a Samoan drop back down to the canvas... but Ryl of Scardale comes out of nowhere, nailing Emma with a basement dropkick as she sits up! The crowd is going nuts as the referee intervenes, separating the two back to their corners and telling them to take a quick break...their match is up next! We head to commercial with excitement at an all time high! WINNER Madison Lewis FINISHING MOVE MadzVILLE (Springboard Complete Show)

Match Nine Non-titled Violent Rules Emma Douglas(c) vs Ryl of Scardale We come back from commercial to see that everyone has been put to their respective corners. Naturally, both Archer and KERBEROS are in Emma's corner, now the Archer holding the Violent Championship on his shoulder. Surprisingly, Madz has stayed down at ringside and chosen to stand in Ryl's corner. Although they may not get along splendidly, they do indeed both dislike the Red Plague. Madz watches intently to make sure there's no funny business going on. When the bell rings, the time instantly gun it for one another. They've already warmed up prior to this, so they waste no time in trying to decimate one another. The three on the outside begin tossing in any weapon they can. Ryl finds that she must land multiple strikes in order to produce the same damage against Emma that she's used to doing on others. No matter though, because her speed vastly outmatches Douglas. It's only her grasp that Ryl has to watch out for, so it stings when she's caught after an attempted crossbody. Douglas takes a few steps forward, before tossing Ryl of Scardale up and over into a fall away slam and lands upon a black chair. Emma walks over, showing her strength and lifting Ryl up off the mat and onto her shoulders. Emma rushes forward as if she's going to drop Ryl, but Ryl is able to slip off Emma's back, shoving her forward as she does. Emma continues rushing forward and slams into the corner. Emma turns around, and Ryl blasts her in the face with a wooden chest! Emma crashes back into the corner and falls into the seated position. Ryl picks up a trusty shield, rushing into a huge shield smash that has the crowd hollering! She goes for the cover but Emma powers out! The Beast of Berkness bounds off the ropes, going for a legdrop but Douglas rolls out of the way. They get to their feet at the same time, with Ryl eating a knee to the gut. Emma takes the lid from a trash can, first nailing Ryl with it. She then locks shoulders with her, lifting Ryl up into a suplex position, just to slam her back down into a falcon arrow onto the trash can! Emma hooks her leg but the Beast of Berkness kicks out just after two! Ryl arches her back, using the ropes to get herself up. Emma quickly comes forward, but Ryl delivers a calf kick. Emma stumbles back, tripping over the trash can! Ryl rushes her, but runs right into a hard elbow from Douglas. Ryl falls down to one knee, just before Emma runs forward into the Death Rattle (Shining Wizard)! But the Beast of Berkness rolls back as Emma's knee flies forward, allowing her to complete dodge the strike! As they pop back up, Ryl slides her into Seducing The Dragon (Gannosuke Clutch Pin)! It surprises Emma, and the referee drops to the canvas, making the three count! The crowd erupts, as Emma's hands go straight to her temple, shocked. Ryl is ecstatic! Archer and KERBEROS slide in immediately, Archer nailing her to the side of the head with Malum In Se (Yakuza Kick). Ryl hits the canvas, but it's clear this trio have more planned. Madison Lewis reaches under the ropes, yanking Ryl out of the way. She helps Ryl back up the ramp for a few steps until she walks on her own, the two still uneasy of each other. WINNER Ryl of Scardale FINISHING MOVE Seducing the Dragon (Gannosuke Clutch Pin)

Archer grabs a microphone, standing in the middle and leaning into Emma who still as the Violent Championship.

Archer: This is just too funny. The pair of you may find common ground in your hatred for the Red Plague, but the second the opportunity arises, you'll find out just how lonely you really are. You want your rematch for the title, Madz? Fine. You've got it at HouseWARming...

The House crowd erupts! Madison looks hyped up for it.

Archer: You...and us.

The Architect of Ultraviolence first motions Madison, and then to the three members of The Red Plague. The confusion sets in waves across the crowd, as Archer drops the mic in the middle of the ring. Even Madz has mixed emotions. Ryl looks at Madz with crossed arms, then back to the Red Plague, knowing she's just pinned a champion and someone else got a title shot. The Red Plague smirk, as we fade away.

Civil Champion Myra Rivers is in a much better mood coming into tonight’s show as she holds her championship with her. Following the events of two weeks ago, she seems to be back in her usual spirit. She thinks about what took place two weeks ago and stays as composed as she can as she begins to express her thoughts.

Myra Rivers: Yeah, on paper? When you consider the odds that were stacked against me? I probably had no business even winning that match.

Myra shrugs, but more or less takes things in stride.

Myra Rivers: I was in practically the worst situation imaginable from an odds standpoint, with two special referees that obviously don’t like me, going up against someone that also doesn’t like me and… it was a clusterfuck, let me say that. As annoying and as frustrating as going through that was, I had this inkling feeling that this whole thing was going to blow up in everyone’s face. I don’t know if Blackstone was behind that whole thing or not. I am inclined to believe that he was because he’s never liked me, let’s be real about that. But when you have THOSE types of egos as a special referee? You just KNOW that this is going to backfire completely…

And that’s exactly what happened…

Myra chuckles for a bit about how this all blew up.

Myra Rivers: Now though? We move forward. I know that in a couple of weeks from tonight, I will probably be defending my championship. Against who? In what type of match? I have no clue. I haven’t heard anything up until this point but I am sure by the end of the night, this will be made clear soon enough. For now though, I have to focus on the task at hand and that is Jenson Idol and my first thought on this is…

FINALLY!

Myra breathes a sigh of relief.

Myra Rivers: Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for an opponent of his caliber? Most likely TOO long! He’s, for all intents and purposes, a top contender to the Grand Championship and I may not agree with all of his morals and values necessarily… I mean… you WERE aligned with Blackstone at one point… but if there is one thing that we can both agree on,it’s FUCK BLACKSTONE! Period!

But let’s not make this match all about him. Like I’ve been saying, I’ve been waiting for an opponent like you for way too long because as many people know by how I’ve been talking as of late, I’ve been wanting the chance to prove that I deserve to be in the upper echelon of this company and defeating you tonight would go such a long way toward that. It’s about damn time I got a chance like this considering that compared to some? I’ve been on what? Like one main event since I’ve been here? I’m about to make that happen a lot more often for myself with a win over you tonight. You may be the one that has a shot at the Grand Championship intact, but I beat you? Then that’s going to put me front and center of the line, I will tell you that for a fact. I didn’t come to this company to fuck around and deal with the same old crap that I’ve dealt with before. Hell, I didn’t come here to be anchored by all of the obvious Blackstone Bullshit that goes on around here. I came here to prove that I truly can be and truly will be the best wrestler that I can be in this business and I know people had written me off before for so many years, but every step of the way, I’ve found a way to prove people wrong.

I’ve shown that I don’t need to lower myself to some of the crap that this business has turned into in recent years, that I don’t need to be a teacher’s pet like a handful of people on the roster are when Bash Blackstone decides to sing their praises, making it very obvious on camera who he wants to see as his champions around here. But you? You lowered yourself to him before when you were aligned with him… and I know that it makes me the better wrestler because I’ve never had to do that to get ahead.

Still, this is a true ‘prove it’ match for me… and one way or another, that’s exactly what I will do!

Myra makes her exit at this point, obviously happy that she’s got that familiar fire back as the scene ends.

Match Ten Davina King vs Andrew Raynes vs Jvstice Hardy From the moment this triple threat was announced, the House fans knew this was going to be one to watch. The pairing alone is interesting enough: a member of the alliance, a lone wolf who hates The Division, and a competitor who may or may not be aligned with The Division, itself. None of these three can trust one another, nor do they plan to. We see that play out the moment the bell rings as all three go at each other. It's a constant game of kicks, elbows, and forearms as they continue battling. Davina strikes Jvstice on the chin with an uppercut, before heading up to the second rope. However, Jvstice kips up, then springboards into a high knee that sees King fall over the top rope and tumble to the outside. Raynes has no problem taking on Hardy one-on-one, still skeptical about his loyalties. He scoops Jvstice up into a tiger suplex, bridging it for almost a two count. Andrews stays on him, not letting Jvstice breath and showing the House his usual aggression. Jvstice is taking a bit of a beating, until he's able to duck under Raynes arm as he rushes with a lariat. Jvstice then leaps into the air into a hurricanrana, but he slings himself onto the ropes, using his legs to toss Andrew out of the ring! Unfortunately for Hardy, he still doesn't get any room to breath as Davina not clocks him in the face with a right hand. She lifts him up, spinning around into a scoop slam! Showing just how strong she is! Davina bounds off the ropes, running back into a running elbow drop that catches Jvstice right across the chest. King goes for the pin attempt, but it's broken by an axehandle to the back of her head from Raynes. She holds the back of her head, rolling to her feet, giving the two a staredown for a moment. The cheers rise! However, at the end of the day the House crowd know that Raynes will always be out for himself, so no matter what the two are headed for blows. They begin throwing hands, with Davina locking shoulders. She tries to lift him up into a snap suplex, but Andrew doesn't let it happen even if she is hella strong. He clubs her to the back until she has to let him go, and he follows him with a facebuster to the canvas. Hardy flies in with a kick to the misection, flooring Raynes with a DDT. He lifts Raynes onto his shoulders, possibly looking for Truth in Vengeance (Firemans Carry into Cutter) but King smashes him in the face with a surprising big boot. Jvstice tries to roll up, but Davina grabs him into a headlock. Suddenly, The Division are surrounding the ring, nobody realizing when they'd even come down.Olly, McKena, Jack and Wade descend upon the ring, immediately overwhelming Davina and Andrew. Alex Andrews is not far behind, the crowd getting loud as she rushes to the ring...but she's stopped by a sudden and sickening chair shot from the crowd!! RAZE hops over the barricade, holding the chair and yelling down to Alex. Inside the ring, Andrew and Davina fight back but are double teamed, and eventually put to the floor with a huge amount of boos from the crowd. Jvstice stays in the corner, untouched by The Division. They exit the ring, leaving the bodies as well as Jvstice. McKena looks back behind her, giving a wink to her cousin...giving even more confusion than ever before, even for Jvstice himself. WINNER No Contest FINISHING MOVE Disqualification

All we hear is two females laughing at first. A moment later and we're opening on the two gals that call themselves The Runaways. They haven't been under contract long but boy have they made a splash since doing so. Even later tonight, Dani Shadow is in the headliner for the House of Wrestling Pure Championship. An honor they may or may not have gotten simply by attacking the champion after the match, but that's neither here nor there.

DANI SHADOW: Ahhh it feels right, Charli. Getting our title shot tonight is exactly what we wanted.

CHARLI MANNING: And all it took was being a little aggressive towards Tomoko. We heard your words, and we have to say...

Together they look to one another.

BOTH: We're intrigued.

DANI SHADOW: I wanna see that spitfire come out of you!

CHARLI MANNING: I wanna see that competitor that dethroned Gloria Ramirez as the Pure Champion!

DANI SHADOW: If only to say that I beat you at your best.

Once again, they turn towards each other, chuckling.

CHARLI MANNING: Oh, did you think tonight was going to go any other way? We said we came here for the gold, Tomoko, and we chose the Pure Championship. You're playing OUR game, not the other way around.

DANI SHADOW: Really, it should've been Charli with the title shot, but it doesn't matter which of us gets the title in the end. All that matters is that it belongs to US.

CHARLI MANNING: Hope you're ready, Ota.

Match Eleven Non-titled Jenson Idol vs Myra Rivers(c) The House crowd cheer at the top of their lungs as the Civil Champion makes her way to the ring. Challengers such as Bea Carter and Jewel Chayse have been circling her like sharks, but she shows no sign of backing down from either. In fact, she looks on with her head held high as Jenson walks down the ramp himself. The audience have mixed feelings, seeing as how Idol has found himself on the opposing side of Bash Blackstone, while still managing to be an ass. Idol walks down holding his championship contract on a wooden clipboard. The anticipation is at an all time high as two of HoW's best trade blows back and forth, trying to inch their way out in front of the other. Still, they remain relatively equal. Remaining true to character, Jenson tries to get a quicker win with a fast roll up, but Rivers forces her way out. Jenson questions the ref as he rolls up to his feet, a timely mistake that costs him when Myra leaps into a frontflip neckbreaker! Idol kips up as Myra rushes to the corner, bounding into a springboard crossbody! She tries for a pin attempt herself but Jenson throws his shoulder into the air. Jenson is able to battle back, planting Myra with a gutwrench suplex. He spins back up, yanking Myra up to her feet by her midsection, dropping her with a piledriver! He drags her to the corner in the seated position, going for a running knee but she rolls out of the way! Jenson's knee collides with the ringpost with a hard thud. Rivers leaps into the air and lands a dropkick to his back, seeing him slam into the turnbuckle and stumble back towards the middle of the ring. At the exact same time, we see Myra leap into a roundhouse, and Jenson jump into a pele kick. Both of them connect, and both of them hit the canvas! The crowd begin to cheer for their impressive display from both competitors! All of a sudden the crowd begin to boo loudly, as Veronica Taylor and Bianca Page make their way down to the ring. They run around ringside to Jenson's corner, snagging the wooden clipboard that his championship contract is on! Together, they begin to back up the ramp, nothing but smiles on their faces. This is when Jenson sees them, pushing himself onto his feet. He points to the duo, and looks like he's about to yell, when Myra spins him around! She, too, has gotten up and paid no mind to the girls on the ramp! She nails Jenson with the Spirit Breaker (Corkscrew Neckbreaker) and rolls him over for the three count as the crowd erupts! Myra has just gotten a huge win to add to her impressive matches here in the House! She grabs the Civil Championship and holds it high, sending a clear message to her contenders. On the other hand, Jenson rolls over and looks up the ramp at Bianca and Veronica, furious that they've stolen his contract! WINNER Myra Rivers FINISHING MOVE Spirit Breaker (Corkscrew Neckbreaker)

The scene comes to life after a moment's pause. Tomoko Ota is standing backstage. The House of Wrestling Pure Championship happens to be fastened across her waist.

TOMOKO OTA: This will not take long. I only need a moment or two of everyone’s time.

A second goes by before she continues.

TOMOKO OTA: Dani? I am not a person who makes threats; however, I will tell the truth at all costs. You and Charli? The two of you made a grave mistake last week. You want to talk trash? Be my guest. You want to try and insult me? Give it your best shot. But the moment you attack me? The moment you attempt to injure me? Well, that’s when things get perilous.

There’s a small pause.

TOMOKO OTA: Fortunately for me, I don’t have to go on some grand revenge tour. The company saw fit to place you and me in a match. And not just any match, a match for the Pure Championship.

She nods her head.

TOMOKO OTA: Dani, let's be clear about something. You are stepping into my realm tonight. You are not the favorite, despite what your delusions may tell you. And whatever advantage you think you have? You’d better throw it out of the window―

Tomoko tilts her head ever so slightly.

TOMOKO OTA: There is a reason why only a portion of the House of Wrestling roster adheres to the Pure rules. Why? Because not everyone is cut out for it. Not only does division require an exceptional amount of talent, one also needs mental fortitude and mind for strategy. I’ve proven myself to have all three, Dani. But you haven’t, not yet.

A brief moment passes.

TOMOKO OTA: I was blessed. Gloria gave me a crash course on this style. She showed me how intense it can be. And she showed me the anguish that it can cause―

TOMOKO OTA: I’m going to do the same thing for you, Dani. But the exception? There won’t be any glory at the end. Just pain.

She nods.

TOMOKO OTA: And when we are finished, feel free to send your partner in. I’ve got a lesson for her as well.

She walks away. The camera fades out shortly afterwards.

Headliner Pure Rules House of Wrestling Pure Championship Tomoko Ota(c) vs Dani Shadow (w/ Charli Manning) As the words from the pre-recorded video end, we first see The Runaways walk out together. As if they would really allow just Dani to come out to her title match for the Pure Championship. The House crowd definitely aren't happy about the way they treated the champion two weeks ago. Of course, they don't seem the care. The boos turn to cheers as Tomoko walks down the ramp with the Pure Championship on her shoulder. Her face is expressionless, focused. As the bell rings, we see the two circle one another and fight for control. They push each other into the ropes and have to be reset. However, the same thing happens where they end up tied up and pushed into the ropes. This time when they set, Dani refuses the tie up, swatting away Tomoko's arms! Ota responds by rushing forward with a lariat that catches Dani across the chest. Dani kips up but walks right into an arm drag. She kips up again but Ota grabs her by the arm, first twisting her arm up and then delivering a running armbreaker. On the canvas, she transitions into an STF that Dani has to work through. Charli pounds the mat, yelling for her teammate who eventually reaches the ropes and gets a ropebreak. Tomoko yanks her up by the same arm, but receives a hard forearm to the face. Dani whips her into the corner, following it up with a corner knee. She leaps up to the second rope, before leaping off into a second rope facebuster. AS Ota is getting up, Dani locks her into a full nelson. Ota is swinging every which way, so Shadow is forced to give her a full nelson bomb to the mat, and further lock her into a full nelson submission. Tomoko yells out in pain, but slowly moves her body away from Shadow's. It causes her more pain but her foot reaches the ropes. Before the ref can see it, Charli goes to push Tomoko's foot off! But luckily the referee sees it first, telling Charli to back off. The crowd boos in response to the attempt. Suddenly, Faizah Marshall walks down the ramp to a slow and steady cheer from the crowd. They are unsure of why she is here, since everything is even between here and Tomoko now. Still, she walks down to the ring, eyeing Charli Manning across ringside. Charli does not look happy to see Marshall, but Faizah stays there to keep Charli's cheating at bey. Naturally, when Charli tries to jump on the apron, Faizah runs around and sweeps her legs! Charli falls, hitting the apron on the way down and tumbles to the ground. The crowd cheers, and Faizah shrugs, pretending she didn't mean to do it for the laughs. Inside the ring, Dani yells to Faizah, offended at the attack on her best friend. However, with Tomoko getting to her feet, Shadow has to turn back around. She puts Ota into a butterfly position, but it's spun out from Tomoko who nails Dani with a tiger suplex! She transitions into Gurenge (Dragon Sleeper) and Dani is forced to tap! With the ringing of the bell, Faizah believes she's been fair enough and leaves ringside. As Tomoko is getting up to her feet, Charli Manning has entered the ring. She rushes over to Ota, stomping right on her hand! Ota yells out in pain, holding her hand! It may be serious! But Charli doesn't care. Not only that, but Dani joins her in giggling at Ota's pain. An EMT comes out to check on the champion as we go to commercial. WINNER AND STILL House of Wrestling Pure Champion, Tomoko Ota! FINISHING MOVE Gurenge (Dragon Sleeper)

We cut backstage after the following match, where we see Jessi Ozborne with the Grand Championship slung over her shoulder. In an odd sight, she’s seen speaking with Bea Carter in lieu of the QoC crew she usually runs with, the words between the two not being picked up by the approaching cameras. Just like that, in slides Devyn Mitchell, a microphone in hand.

Devyn Mitchell: “Jessi, a minute of your time, please?”

Jessi Ozborne: “Dev, I know that verbiage is just you being professional, but since when is “a minute of my time” really a minute of my time?”

Jessi smirks at Devyn, making it clear that she’s just fooling with her. Devyn laughs this off.

Devyn Mitchell: “Well, I just wanted to know who you’d be choosing as your representative in tonight’s main event.”

Jessi Ozborne: “Whoa, Dev! I know you gotta get your content and everything, but that information is for me to know, and you to find out, alright?”

Devyn Mitchell: “It’s not just me who would like to know. Front office also needs to, ASAP.”

Jessi Ozborne: “And that requires the cameras to be on for what reason, exactly?”

Devyn Mitchell: “Now that is for content.”

Jessi snickers, giving Devyn a “You got me” look before nodding to Bea to tell her to take off.

Jessi Ozborne: “She’s not my representative, if you were curious. Just a…friend I needed to have a chat with. Listen, I don’t particularly get why we’re having this rap right now if we’re being completely honest. To my knowledge, you haven’t even come near McKena Hardy or who she’s bringing in to step up yet. I feel a little ripped off. Ain’t there such a thing as a champion's advantage or some shit like that? What’s the deal here?”

Devyn laughs at Jessi’s remarks again, the little bit of edge she had being taken off by her friend.

Jessi Ozborne: “Okay good, we’re laughing. That’s good. Feel like with The Division around, a lot of people don’t have a lot of reasons to laugh or smile nowadays. It’s a goddamn shame. This place should be about a love of wrestling. Least that’s what I was told when I signed my contract. The culture around here seems to be shifting because of these guys and gals that I honestly don’t think are worth shifting it for, if that makes sense. There’s this saying I heard very recently: ‘You can go very far in life, if you pretend to know what you’re doing.’ All honesty, I feel like that’s The Division in a nutshell. You see it all the time. They go for particular moves, then they either succeed and say ‘Oh yeah we did it!’, or they fail and they go ‘Oh, we planned for that. We were just strategizing.’ It was annoying to me at first, but now I gotta admit that it’s actually kinda funny. Seeing them in shambles, while acting like they’re not.”

Jessi readjusts the title on her shoulder as she continues.

Jessi Ozborne: “So like, I guess the only question I have is: What’s the excuse gonna be after HouseWARming, right? Because the bridge trolls have now chosen McKena Hardy as the one to put on this pedestal. The one to elevate to the level that she’s honestly not ready for. So what’s gonna be? ‘Oh we meant to do that, we were just wearing you down.’ Right, so McKena’s just a pawn then? But I bet you wouldn’t be saying that on the off chance she wins, right? That’s just how I see it though.”

Jessi thinks for a moment before continuing.

Jessi Ozborne: “I’m rambling though, let me get back to the point. Because the point is, that ever since The Division came to Vegas, we’ve been made to believe that this place ain’t really a fun place to be, and as the woman at the top, it’s my job to show everyone why that isn’t the case. And I will do that a HouseWARming, whether it’s her stip, my stip, no stip, with my arm tied behind my back, or my leg completely chewed off. If it comes down to us versus them, when you got me on the ‘us’ side, you’re bound to win. Because I fight with every part of my heart and nothing else. It’s what I do…and I do it very well. Pretty sure I’m the best at it, actually. Anyway, the answer to your question, yeah?”

Just then, Faizah Marshall comes out from the door next to Jessi.

Jessi Ozborne: “Hey, just the woman I wanted to see. You ready?”

Faizah nods to Jessi.

Jessi Ozborne: “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Faizah takes off with a certain confidence in her. Jessi turns back to Devyn.

Jessi Ozborne: “Besides…with the type of allies I got, the only blood I’m gonna have on my hands is theirs. Catch ya on the flipside, Dev.”

Jessi winks to Devyn, before walking off to leave her alone as we fade.

We cut out to the ring as "Born to Win" by Mutiny Within plays through the PA system. Faizah Marshall, who coincidentally was recently out here, walks back out onto the ramp. This time she's in her gear, ready for her first main event match here in House of Wrestling. She slides into the ring, jogging in place for a moment before leaning back into her corner.

That's when "Thank You For The Venom" by Outline in Color plays, with McKena Hardy walking out onto the ramp a moment later. She's got a microphone in hand though, and after all, she cannot be her own representative.

McKena Hardy: Oh, no no, you're not going up against me tonight, Faizah. In fact, I decided that I wasn't going to choose any of The Division to be my representative tonight. It's not that I don't believe in them, it's that I think I know a way to have a little more...fun.

She smirks as the crowd waits in anticipation.

McKena Hardy: And so therefore, as my representative I chose...Jessi Ozborne!

There's a collective gasp within the MGM Grand Garden Arena, the entire place in shock. Some wondering if that was allowed, others feeling mad for the trick, or empathetic for the situation the Queens now found themselves in. Either way, "Bones Exposed" by Of Mice and Men begins to play and the House of Wrestling Grand Champion walks from behind the black curtain.

MAIN EVENT Representative vs Representative Winner Chooses Stipulation at HouseWARming Faizah Marshall (J) vs Jessi Ozborne (M) Jessi walks to the ring with the Grand Championship, stopping to staredown McKena. Hardy claps for "her representative", and Ozborne continues down the ramp. The crowd is in a mixed state, unsure of who they want to root for. They want Jessi's representative to win...but against Jessi herself? Plus, the added bit about them being friends themselves. It's all a bit murky. But, we do know that the Queens never shy away from competition. So Jessi and Faizah both sigh, both the look to one another says they have to go through with the match. Besides, having a competitive match would shove it back down McKena's throat. The two start by showing us just how well they know each other, refusing to give control to the other. The crowd are in awestruck as the duo launch into a series of reversals, the two backing away into their respective corners to a round of applause. There's a second break, before they rush one another again. Ozborne launches herself up and over Faizah's shoulders, only for Marshall to see it coming. She spins around with a roundhouse that catches Jessi in the chin. Faizah lifts her up into a suplex, but then drops the Grand Champion down into a huge brainbuster! Marhsall floats over and lies across Jessi for the pin attempt, but Ozborne gets her shoulder up! The crowd cheer for the champion, as she battles back to her feet, dropping Marshall into a jawbreaker. She bounds off the ropes and hits a leg lariat on Marshall. She grabs hold of Faizah's arm, applying a wristlock. Marshall goes to give her a right hand in retaliation, to which Jessi ducks under her arm. Now in perfect position, Ozborne nails her with Bae-Blade (Ripcord Spinning Heel Kick)! The Grand Champion hooks Faizah's leg hard, but the crowd erupts when Marshall kicks out before the three! Despite the situation, the crowd always love to see a competitive a hard-hitting match such as this, a match worthy of the main event spot. They push up to their feet at the same time, meeting one another in the middle of the ring. They trade right hands. Jessi lands one, Faizah lands one, Jessi lands one, Faizah lands one. Faizah lands a second, a third. She's getting the better of Jessi, grabbing hold of her and taking her up and over for an exploder suplex! With Jessi down, Faizah heads for the turnbuckle, climbing up to the top rope. She sizes Jessi up quickly before leaping into the Best Splash Ever (450 Splash)! But Jessi sees it coming, and lifts her knees up! They connect with Faizah's midsection, and give Jessi the moment she needs to capitalize. She rolls up to her feet, as does Marshall albeit holding her midsection. Jessi surprises her by landing an uppercut to her chin, stunning her own for a second. But a second is all she needs to hit Parallax (Z-360)! She goes for the cover and gets the three count on a very hard fought match between these two Queens of Chaos. Naturally they shake hands. Ozborne turns to the ramp, as does the rest of the House, in hopes of hearing the stipulation for HouseWARming. But McKena has vanished. WINNER Jessi Ozborne FINISHING MOVE Parallax (Z-360)