Post by HoW on Jul 20, 2023 4:15:09 GMT
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NIGHT ONE
Friday, July 14th, 2023
LIVE from the MGM Grand Garden Arena
Friday, July 14th, 2023
LIVE from the MGM Grand Garden Arena
We open on complete darkness, and at first it's the only thing we can see. From the background noise, we can tell that the recording is on but there is no light. Without warning, a single flame ignites in the middle of the frame. It's a single lit match, in the hands of KERBEROS. A moment later and a second match is lit on his right, belonging to Emma Douglas. Finally, a third match is lit belonging to Archer. The three of them place their matches into lamp posts, lighting the room. Archer turns to face the camera, and he can't help but chuckle.
Archer: Oh Madison, I think we all get it. You aren't afraid.
They place their fingers out to the camera, making false ghost sounds. This resembles Razor Ramon's finger waves.
Archer: Well you know what, maybe you should be. You have all this false hope built up in your head because you had a great title run. Congrats Madz, bravo. You did it. But guess what, you lost it. You lost the Violent Championship and you're not ever going to get it back. THAT'S what you should be afraid of, never being able to touch your precious piece of gold again! I don't care if you aren't afraid of losing to us, aren't afraid of being pulverized by us, but you should be afraid of your legacy being washed away. You should be afraid of losing all you've become...because who is Madison Lewis without her Violent Championship?
The three of them look around, shrugging.
Archer: But I understand the face that you're putting on. You face your demons head on, without complaints. Up until now, that's worked out for you. Everyone that has stood in your way has fallen...until now. I think that's what's keeping you from seeing the gravity of your situation. Denial. Delusion. You can't fathom that anyone would come into the division you've held your foot on, and push you to the ground!
He taps the plate of the Violent Championship, sitting firmly upon the shoulder of Emma Douglas.
Archer: Try your antedote, Madz. See if it helps, your symptoms may even begin to clear up. But in the end, you're already infected. There IS no getting rid of us! Chaos reigns!
Fade.
Pacing the hallway before his scheduled match against Andrew Raynes, Olly was caught speaking with someone on the phone.
OLLY: Nope. I can't say it's fully healed yet, but I got cleared and that's enough for me.
Unaware of the camera filming, the MWE Academy graduate inadvertently provided an update on the injury that kept him out of action for the past few weeks. Something his opponent might find interesting.
OLLY: Stop worrying, you're not my actual dad.. Not that he would care, or that he ever did…
He cracked a smile, the same smile he would flash when taking shots at his opponents.
OLLY: Yeah, yeah.. I get it. But I’ll be alright, don’t worry. Besides, I don’t actually have to beat him, I only need to make him bleed. And I’m positive I can do that even with just one good arm.
The person on the other side of the line commented on this last, cocky comment. And he did that in a way Olly didn’t seem to appreciate particularly, judging by the eye-roll he replied with.
OLLY: As if you never took a match less than 100%.. How’s this any different?
His expression suddenly changed, a frown appearing on his, up to that moment, relaxed face.
OLLY: We are nothing like APE. Y’all were Constantine’s hit squad, disposable tools on his quest for gold. That’s why you dumped them, right?
At this point it wasn’t hard to figure out who he was talking to.
OLLY: Julian may have been the one putting us all together, but we’re not his pawn. He didn’t recruit us for his plan, he offered us a seat at his table and a share of the spoils. Like I told you, Jacob, HOW is my land to conquer.
Interrupted by the American Monster on the other end of the line, Olly started showing signs of impatience.
OLLY: And I wish for her success. McKena earned this shot, and she would be a much better champion than Jessi. So to answer your question, should she walk out tonight with the title, I won’t be mad. The Division is a family, Mac is like a sister and she knows I will always have her back, just like she has mine.
His next words were anticipated by that trademark cocky smirk dawning on his lips.
OLLY: Besides, I don’t really need a crown to rule over this place.
He waited for the other person to speak his mind, listening intently to their words.
OLLY: Gotcha. Look, I really gotta go now. Thanks for the chat, man. Appreciate it.
It was only when he put the phone down and back into his bag that he noticed the camera.
OLLY: The hell are you doing here, huh?
He raised his arm in a threatening way, a painful look immediately painting on his face as a reaction to that sudden gesture. But it was more than enough to scare the hell out of the cameraman and make him turn on his heels and run the opposite way. We cut away.
Ryl of Scardale: This...Is folly.
The Beast of Berkness is dressed to compete tonight but they look rather...Grumpy at the prospect of having to fight for an opportunity tonight after she’d proven her mettle. Pinning Emma Douglas after all was no small feat. Though she cannot look down at Madison for getting an opportunity to get back what she deserves. She is seated on a storage container in the backstage, sharpening a longsword with a single whetstone.
Ryl of Scardale: Let it be known that Madison of House Lewis is well within her rights to challenge tonight, especially if Archer would be so fool to throw the Red Plagues’ grip on the Belt of Champion’s Violence away. Right by conquest, right as the former knight and Lady of the championship. This was her division to once rule over and who would not take their vengeance? Yet Lolth’s Champion...I...I must go above proving myself a second time over. I, who the Red Plague have been overlooking from the moment the championship was won. I...Who everyone has overlooked in the Violence division. I say again...This? This is folly.
House of Wrestling’s resident Warlock twirls the longsword in her fingers, twisting it around before laying the flat of the blade against the back of her hand. With a sigh, the Orchid Serpent slides the sword back in its scabbard on her back and shrugs.
Ryl of Scardale: Make no mistake. Tonight, Lolth’s Champion shall bring ruination upon your house Bart. It is not that you have brought me low, nor have you foiled some grand plan of mine. You have not even fouled yourself in the face of mine Goddess. No...None of these things. It is simply that you are in my way. You are in my way and whatever cost must be paid to finally hold the powerful Belt of Champion’s Violence will be paid. In blood if necessary.
Ryl let out a sigh and simply began walking away, her boots echoing long footsteps. When she disappears off-screen, there’s a bright flash of purple. One of the production staff walks in front of the camera, holding a clipboard. He stops, looking confused. Down on the ground where Ryl was is a smoldering, highly detailed drawn symbol on the ground and a crumbling scroll. Assume that the resident warlock used a Scroll of Teleportation Circle.
Or it was some really cool special effects.
Backstage at the Grand Garden Arena.
BEA CARTER: And so we reach the pinnacle.
It is not the end. Oh no. Its just the next marker on the path.
My ascension.
Do I fall to the two who stand in my way or do I rise above them as I have done effortlessly so far? Jewel Chayse. Myra Rivers the champion. You may think I'm lookin past you. And you'd be right but you underestinate the attention I give to my sight.
I have been fighting for a moment, a match, exactly like this. To show some of the best that there is better out there. That there is someone who can and will come out on top more than they.
Oh we've all had our spats leading up to this havent we? All those shots, all those verbal cues. All the beatings and aggression.
Well, I hope that wasnt all you had ladies. Because it wont be enough if it was.
Im going into this match the challenger that champs drwam of facing and hope to defeat. The one that moves their bar higher. This time however, mine will be the bar raised. Mine will be the hand raised. The belt will be mine to raise.
The Civil championship will be mine in the end. You two are just the last stones I need to climb. Nothing less but nothing more.
Witness my ascension. Accept your helplessness.
Fade.
[We cut backstage where we see a darker area of the hallway, Andrew Raynes is standing there looking confident and having a minor smirk on his face. This has been a moment he's been waiting for since arriving in house of wrestling. It was finally time to get his hands on Olly, who has been very effective in ducking him and taking his cheap shots since Andrew arrived and disrupted nature for the Division.]
Andrew Raynes:
What are you going to do now, boy?
[Andrew chuckled]
Andrew Raynes:
What are you going to do now that you are going to have to come face to face with me? Ever since I came into HOW you’ve been doing everything you can to avoid me; taking your petty little cheap shots because you know that you know that me coming here was the worst possible thing that could happen to you. I’ve seen you here, living on your high horse here in HOW while everyone else in the Division does the actual lifting. It became so obvious to me after our first match together who you truly were and coming to HOW and disrupting everything for you only further proved that.
[Andrew smirks, looking focused.]
Andrew Raynes:
Now though, you can’t do anything to hide. You are going to have to deal with me straight up if you want some semblance of closure. I always knew that I would get you in the ring and it was only a matter of time before it came to a head. At the homecoming event, what a better time for me to really come in and fuck up the home of the division front and centre. You’ve sat high and mighty long enough, even after watching you choke in title matches, knowing that you would simply discredit it and think you’re stil something when you’ve proven to be nothing more than a glorified cheerleading and mouthpiece punk for the division ever since. I once considered you something special in the division, going as far as to consider you the #2 man behind Julian, but we both know that youre nothing more than a plain #2 and nothing close to being at the top. It's been proven that there are far better people in your little group and you’ve simply enjoyed being a punk ass little bitch who runs around taunting and prodding, all while hiding behind your buddies who will protect you because you can’t do it yourself.
That time comes to an end though.
[Andrew gets himself ready.]
Andrew Raynes: it’s no longer time to run and hide, Olly. It’s time to settle up once and for all and finally get what's coming to you. I know you’ll try anything and everything to steal this and brag later. This isn’t going to be like blasting me with barbed wired after im done a match and you can get the advantage. You have no advantage here, Olly. Even if you try ending this early by sneak attacking me before the match, you have to actually work to make me bleed. I can take my time and pick you apart. I am going to savour this, Olly. As time keeps getting closer I keep biding my time and preparing myself for the moment when you fuck up, when all your running around finally comes back to bite you and make the one mistake I am counting on. Overconfidence and arrogance are your two biggest attributes and I intend to exploit both of them to draw blood and leak it all over the mat after I am done with you.
The blood spilt will be a message to everyone else that Division or not, I am coming for you and I will not be stopped.
Time to make it rain, blood!
A number of seconds pass before the camera cuts backstage. It catches up to Tomoko Ota as she walks down the hallway. She appears to be decked out in her ring attire, though a “TSUJIGIRI” t-shirt covers her upper half. Upon first glance, one can see that there is something different about her this evening. There’s no smile on her face. And her features are a bit more stern.
TOMOKO OTA: Do you all truly want to know my thoughts? About this unsanctioned match? About this whole interim championship ordeal?
A brief moment passes as she continues walking.
TOMOKO OTA: It makes me fucking furious.
Her words echo down the corridor.
TOMOKO OTA: People have discredited me since the moment I began training. My stature was not good enough for them. My body type was not adequate. And above all is, they prayed for me to become unsuccessful. Time and time again, I’d listen to respected veterans of this sport tell me that I am destined for failure. It was painful. But more than anything, it was infuriating. Why were they deemed worthy to live out their dreams, but I wasn’t? And had I listened to them, I probably would have quit. However, that did not happen. I used those insults to fuel me. I turned them into motivation. I became stronger. I became meaner. I trained with some of the most vicious people this industry has ever witnessed—
Tomoko comes to a halt.
TOMOKO OTA: I would not be the wrestler I am today without those moments of hate.
A moment passes.
TOMOKO OTA: Winning the House of Wrestling Pure Championship was supposed to be the culmination of all my hard work. Defeating Gloria? It was a special moment for me. I’ve watched my peers and loved ones hoist up championship gold before and always wondered when it would be mine turn. And then I finally achieved glory. It was such a marvelous feat—
Tomoko’s jaw begins to clinch. Her right hand balls up into a tight fist.
TOMOKO OTA: However, the majority of my reign has been bastardized by Charli, Dani, and Faizah. All of them. That is something that I shall never forget or forgive.
A few seconds pass as Tomoko takes a deep breath.
TOMOKO OTA: Dani? Open up your ears and listen. Your actions have put my championship reign in jeopardy; your actions have put my credibility in jeopardy. And I won’t stand for it, not a moment longer.
She shakes her head.
TOMOKO OTA: I sincerely hope you understand what is going to happen tonight, Dani. I’m not going to wrestle you. We aren’t going to go hold for hold. No. I am going to take this fist of mine and pound it into your skull. I am going to take my knee and drill it through your ribs. I am going to make you regret ever even laying eyes upon me.
Tomoko takes another breath.
TOMOKO OTA: And to whomever is victorious tomorrow tonight? Enjoy the role of interim champion. Savor it with all of your heart. Because the moment I am cleared? I am slamming my foot on your neck and ending all this nonsensical bullshit.
With that, Tomoko continues walking down the hall. The camera lingers on her image awhile before it faded out.
It opened with a very hyped up Jewel Chayse standing by, signature sunglasses and #MDC leather jacket. Her attire showcased her assets perfectly. In her hand a bedazzled crown. She had a huge opportunity tonight against Myra and Bea for the Civil Championship in a ladder match.
JEWEL:
"I TOLD YOU ALL, IT WAS MY TIME. I'M DONE PLAYING, I'M DONE PLAYING NICE WITH EVERYONE. DING DONG THE QUEEN IS DEAD!"
Jewel broke in half a crown and tossed it to the floor. It was truly Jewel's time to shine, the Queens of Chaos were great for her career. But, she got here herself without them. She wasn't a background character anymore, she wasn't a cheerleader. This was it, this was her opportunity, granted she's had opportunity before. But this one? It just felt right. Win or lose, she'd prove she belonged here.
JEWEL:
"IT'S THE ERA OF THE CROWN JEWEL! NO MORE QUEENS, NO MORE FAKE CROWNS. THE ERA OF ME STANDING IN THE BACKGROUND AND CHEERING OTHERS ON? IT'S OVER. I'M NOT A CHEERLEADER, I'M THE MAIN ATTRACTION."
Jewel smirked.
JEWEL:
"MYRA, BEA? I KNOW YOU BOTH DOUBT ME, I'M THE UNDERDOG. BUT REMEMBER IT'S QUIET ONES YOU SHOULD WORRY ABOUT. I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO WALK OUT WITH THE CIVIL CHAMPIONSHIP. WELCOME TO MY HOUSEWARMING PARTY!"
Jewel again smirked as she then walked out of the scene.
The camera panned out and in the background, Silas and Noa were playing chess.
Silas Romero:
"CHECKMATE."
Noa growled. She quickly flipped the table over but first she grabbed the green twizzlers from the table and took a bite angrily and growled at Silas before she walked away. The scene opens again with the current House of Wrestling World Tag Team Champions, Strike 2 Kill, standing in front of a Housewarming billboard with their faces on it. Alongside them is their manager and agent, Gregory Murphy, who's clasping his hands together as his eyes meets the camera.
GREGORY MURPHY: Some would say the odds may be stacked against us, and they may be right. But that's when we're at our most deadliest, that's when Strike 2 Kill, really, show what they're worth. Tonight will be a warfare and I have no doubt that each and every member involved in this match will leave a different person afterwards... but that's the sacrifices you have to make to be a champion. These boys right here, they're ready to embark on a legendary reign but in recent weeks, it's been halted. It's been interfered, it's been constantly played with but tonight, we settle those issues and put them to bed.
As Murphy finishes his sentence, Richardson walks into the forefront of the frame.
LIAM RICHARDSON: Oi, oi, dickheads. The Salaveas, they've been an issue for us for quite some time now, haven't they? They've been on us since we got these titles but I don't blame them, the circumstances in which it happened, I'd be pretty pissed too. Nevertheless, they've been on our arses ever since, non-stop, and I've gotta say, the lot of ya, you're worse than my missus! I mean honestly, I get it... these titles they represent the best of this division but we told you, that we were gonna get them by any means necessary, and we meant that.
A smirk plasters over the lips of Richardson.
LIAM RICHARDSON: We did... with a little helping hand from the Midnight Demon Club, we became the champions but hey, let's not beat around the bush either, we're very aware of the fact we could lose these titles to them too. This whole Guerilla Warefare stipulation, it's an intriguing one. At the end of the day, it's gotta be either Miles or I, securing the win in the centre of that ring. That's how it has to be. As much as we respect Silas Romereo and Noa Skye, we're gonna have to cross them too, if it comes down to it. Whatever it takes to ensure that by the end of the night we're still your House of Wrestling WORLD Tag Team Champions.
Watson lingers into the forefront of the frame, clasping his hands together in excitement.
MILES WATSON: Everybody wants a piece of this... well we invite them to it. This is the mecca of tag team wrestling right here. This is the grandest prize of them all and you've gotta admit, it looks damn good on those S2K boys. It's been looking good and it will when we retain these titles tonight and carry them into Foundations in a few weeks time. Tonight, we make our mark, tonight we make our name known. We're all bound to one another now, whether we like it or not... but only one of us is walking out champions, and you best believe, it's gonna be us.
The scene gradually fades out.
HouseWARMing cuts to Myra Rivers as she holds her Civil Championship. She’s definitely reflecting on quite a bit as she sits on a metal crate. She’s already in battle mode, but she doesn’t look like someone that is worried about what’s ahead for her. Myra doesn’t take long to think about things before she begins to express her thoughts.
Myra Rivers: Since December, I have done nothing but elevate this championship to greater heights. I have had to basically reverse the damage done by the champion before me and I have done that and then some. For the last seven months, I’ve had to represent what a true champion is all about in this company. I’ve defended this championship against all comers and I’ve overcome some pretty steep odds along the way…
Like when Blackstone decided to try and screw me by putting me in a match with two special referees and as ‘coincidence’ would have it, both of those referees happen to be the people that I am facing in this ladder match.
Myra pauses and delivers a bit of a chuckle knowing that the special referee situation ended up backfiring in the end.
Myra Rivers: You think this frightens me? Sure, Jewel and Bea are tough customers in their own right and by default, facing them at the same time is going to be more of a challenge then facing them individually. And you know, when you add on the ladder match stipulation into this thing, I’m pretty much screwed? Right?
Myra rolls her eyes showing that she has no worries about the situation that is at play.
Myra Rivers: I OWN ladder matches! I’ve won more of them than I’ve lost. I have ALWAYS been able to overcome the damn odds. The “Rebellious Vixen” isn’t just a cool nickname that I have carried around for the better part of 15 years. I’ve always been a rebel against ANY cause, largely against people like Blackstone that want to stack the deck against what is right for this business or against people that want to sit there and doubt me. Bea? Jewel? For as strong of competitors as you may be, you’re both a representation of what is wrong with the ‘newer generation’ of wrestling: I’m talking about those that are self-absorbed and entitled. I am talking about those that think that the world should just fall on their lap without really trying to push for it.
And in this company, that’s what separates me from the two of you.
I HAVE that heart… I’ve ALWAYS had that heart. You two? If you even have a heart for this, it’s completely negligible and nowhere near as strong as mine for this business is. I came here a year ago because I felt like I had everything it took to make a damn difference and to be a positive role model for this company and I definitely know that I’ve been able to do that so far, especially since I won this Civil Championship and you think I’m going to sit back and watch either of you two take that title from me?
To be perfectly blunt, if either one of you were to win this title tonight, then I hope and pray that someone with a better set of ideals than either of you wins it from you as quickly as possible because both of you would be another Bianca Page as far as the Civil Championship is concerned and I am going to do everything in my power to ensure that we don’t regress to that. Of course, I COULD try to win back that title IF such a scenario were to occur… but I’ve already made a promise to myself… to my daughter even…
Myra pauses briefly for a final time as she takes one last look at her Civil Championship.
Myra Rivers: I made the promise that if I were to lose this championship at any point, but I wouldn’t be trying to win it back. As much as this championship means to me, I know it’s time to start aiming for a new goal… and I would like to think that my win over Jenson Idol a couple of weeks back puts me in a hell of a position to aim for it. But I’m not worried. I know that despite it all, I AM going to find a way to win because that’s what I do when it comes to odds like this. One of you may very well end up with this title tonight. I hope to hell not, but if I were to happen, at least I can hold my head up high knowing that neither of you two would be able tl match what I’ve done with this title over the last seven months.
No matter what happens out there, yo’re both going to be feeling pretty damn empty by the end of it… even if you’re too much of a coward to admit it to yourselves…
Myra slides off of the crate and then makes her way down the hall. Her determined focus doesn’t fade away at all as the scene fades out.
The scene opens up backstage where we can see Jacob and Rodney pacing back and forth.
JACOB SALAVEA
“Uce, I’m so fuckin’ sick of the MDC and these S2K marks. S2K shouldn’t even be holding our belts right now, Uce! They got robbed from us!
Rodney looks at his brother and smirks.
RODNEY SALAVEA
“Aye Uce, we ain’t gotta worry about all that tonight. We got Mateo and Leati witj us. The Salaveas rollin as one unit. We goin against two teams that ain’t got no fuckin chemistry together, Uce!”
Rodney walks over to his brother and puts his hand on his shoulder, Jacob looks at him and smiles.
JACOB SALAVEA
“Yeah… Yeah you right, Uce. We been fighting together since day one. We got that family link. We got that chemistry together. Aye… lemme ask you somethin, Uce.”
Rodney looks at his brother, hand still on his shoulder.
RODNEY SALAVEA
“Yeah Uce?”
JACOB SALAVEA
“We still gon run the freebird rule if one of us gets eliminated before we win?”
Rodney chuckles, taking his hat off and running his hand over his head.
RODNEY SALAVEA
“Of course we are, Uce. The Salavea Boys runnin deep. Shit if that's what we gotta do to make sure we keep these belts with us this time, then we gon run the fuckin division. Freebird Rule type beat.”
Jacob smiles, patting Rodneys back.
JACOB SALAVEA
“Shit, Uce… you right. You right… aye let’s go win our belts back from these paper champs, yeah?”
Rodney and Jacob nod, before walking out of frame and the scene fades.
MADZ -
ALEXA Google "How to cure a virus?"
the camera would come into view of the self proclaimed GOAT of the Violent division Madison Lewis standing backstage. She was wearing a white doctors coat over her Wrestling attire. She even had one of thoses stethoscopes around her neck. She planned on curing a virus. She wanted to dress for the part. Madz has one of the biggest challenges in her career tonight. She has to face all 3 members of the red plague if she wants to get her championship back. Which madz is always up for a challenge. Madz had her phone in her hand. She was reading what Google had pulled up about a virus
MADZ -
Damn Google with those facts. It said sometimes you can't cure a virus, it can take years to find a cure. How many weeks has it been already? I think it's about time this virus goes away already.
Madz would half smile. If she wanted to cure the Violent division she had to beat the red plague. If they only played fair during the Scramble and not pile up on her. She wouldn't have to find a cure. But nope doctor madz is working over time.
MADZ -
Have you guys ever played hungry hungry hippos? Lately I've felt like I was the little ball in the ring that the hippos had to eat. Aka the red plague. I give them credit for their little trick. They got me. They really did. They think they have the Violent division as a hostage. They think they shattered my world, my Era. Emma, Archer and Kerberos you did the complete opposite. You made me more determined than ever. I have a question guys? You failed in the tag division a few times, what makes you think you can keep the Violent Championship in your hands? How long before it slips away. Wait how long before one of you wants it just for yourself. Every Foundation has a Crack in it. If I had to choose I'd go with Kerberos. He doesn't talk much. It's the quiet ones you have to worry about. I mean he's kind of like background noise. Archer is bane aka emma lackey. Emma is poison ivy who calls all the shots. But then again bane did betray poison ivy.
Madz was simply throwing a dog a bone with her little batman reference. She knew a Crack was forming. Obviously Archer wasn't going to be the Crack or was he? Or maybe Emma might be. Hungry hungry hippos never fail to amuse you. Failure happens tonight that wasn't an option.
MADZ -
Archer, you keep saying that we are trying to understand the red plagues actions. But we already know your actions. The red plague is like a pack of hyenas that strike when they are hungry. It's a pack mentality. I'm sure the whole HOW universe is aware that you can't fight without each other. But that's totally fine with me. I will take back my Violent Championship. I'll do it by myself. This spider monkey can handle her own business. My Era isn't Over guys it's just the beginning.
Madz would smile. She would grab her trusty blinged out baseball bat that she had sitting on a table.
MADZ -
HouseWARMING tonight I'm giving you guys an extra special show. You get to witness the Violent division being cured from a terrible virus. I take back what's mine. Archer, Emma and Kerberos it's time for that shot of Euphoria.
Madz would do a hair flip moving her hair to one side. She smiled doing her signature pose. She would skip off down the hallway humming.
“Tough Justice” By Blues Saraceno floods the arena followed by the roar of an engine as Jack Graves drives a matte black Indian Chieftain Dark Horse to the top of the ramp and gives it hell on the throttle. Flames blast out of the tailpipe as the engine sings out through the arena and suddenly out of nowhere, it seems to ignite a trail of flame all along the stage and down both sides of the ramp in a domino-like fashion. The GEW Grand Champion takes a moment to enjoy the mixed reaction of the crowd, soaking it all in, before putting the bike into gear and doing a lap down the ramp and around the ring on the bike.
The flames die out as Jack parks up at ringside and he makes his way over to the commentary table to snatch a mic before hopping into the ring. The music starts to fade out, but the fans break out into a dueling chant of “Fuck Jack Graves” and “Outlaw Shit” for a good minute and a half before Graves can finally bring the mic to his lips to speak.
Jack Graves: Two hundred and forty-seven days. That’s how long I’ve been the GEW Grand Endurance champion. TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVEN FUCKIN’ DAYS. Eight months of sheer dominance. Handicap matches, hell in a cell, straight-up DOG fights. EVERY SINGLE TIME. Eight months of absolute WARS across multiple companies, all over the world, bringing TRUE legitimacy to this championship...
Jack unclasps the GEW Grand Championship from his waist and hoists it into the air to another mixed pop from the crowd.
Jack Graves: And you think you’re just going to take this from me, Davina?
Jack tosses the title on the canvas and turns to the hard camera to his left with a smirk.
Jack Graves: That’s right. I know you’re in the building… and I warned you. I gave you fair fuckin warning out of respect for you. But now? That respect is long gone because you’re trying to take what’s mine and that dog won’t hunt. So you can play hide-and-go-seek with me all night, or you can come the fuck on out chea and we can get this shit over with now. I know these fans don’t wanna wait until tomorrow night, and me personally? I’d like to get the fuck on up out of here and hit the titty bar. Soo… What’s it gonna be? You want this title?
Jack looks over at the championship at his feet and then back at the camera as he starts removing his hat and denim vest to get ready for a scrap.
Jack Graves: Come get this motherfucker.
Suddenly, “About Damn Time” by Lizzo begins to bump through the PA system. It drives the crowd here at Housewarming into a frenzy and it only takes a minute longer for Davina King to walk through the black curtain. She’s simply dressed, a pair of Baby Phat jean shorts with a matching white hoodie. Casual, but nothin’ she couldn’t get some blood on as long as it wasn’t her own. She knows how this gang rolls.
Daving King: I been knowin’ you a little over a year now, Jack. I heard people call ya many things but one thing they can’t call ya is a liar. You said you’d show up here tonight and you ain’t told a single lie…
She inches down the ramp, microphone held up to her lips.
Davina King: I told ya how I had never missed a HoW show. Since day one I been showin’ my support. Not for the COO, or the Board, or whatever…for these people in the audience that always had your girls back. Now, you know I ain’t a liar either, here I am.
By this point she’s gotten down the ramp, walking up the steel steps and stepping in between the ropes. Jack has had eyes on her but looks amused more than anything. There’s still space between them.
Davina King: But I seem to remember it bein’ on sight…so what’s up??
She spreads her arms wide and the crowd pops hard! Jack, being a man of his word, drops the microphone and he rushes in to hit her with a power double leg takedown right away. Davina is quick with the offense, striking the top of his head with axe handles. Jack transitions to right hands, moving into a mounted position that sees Davina throw up her arms in guard. Davina is able to squeeze herself under Jack, and slip to the opposing side. She spins around, looking for a roundhouse to the back of Jack’s kneeling head, but Graves is able to roll forward and kip up to his feet. The crowd is going ballistic!
As he does, he’s speared into the corner by a barreling King, whose power has always been mightier than her physical size. Now in the corner, the two continue to throw right hands until we see Jack move to the side and land a hard forearm. Davina backs up, which sends her moving along the ropes. She eats a hard lariat from Jack that sends them both over the top rope and to the outside! Outside the ring, they begin to make contact again when the security has finally made it down to the ring.
They pull at both Jack and Davina, trying their best to break them apart. Davina breaks free from the grasp of the security, landing a few last shots before she’s grabbed again. Despite being pulled away, the two continue yelling to one another as we fade.
Archer: Oh Madison, I think we all get it. You aren't afraid.
They place their fingers out to the camera, making false ghost sounds. This resembles Razor Ramon's finger waves.
Archer: Well you know what, maybe you should be. You have all this false hope built up in your head because you had a great title run. Congrats Madz, bravo. You did it. But guess what, you lost it. You lost the Violent Championship and you're not ever going to get it back. THAT'S what you should be afraid of, never being able to touch your precious piece of gold again! I don't care if you aren't afraid of losing to us, aren't afraid of being pulverized by us, but you should be afraid of your legacy being washed away. You should be afraid of losing all you've become...because who is Madison Lewis without her Violent Championship?
The three of them look around, shrugging.
Archer: But I understand the face that you're putting on. You face your demons head on, without complaints. Up until now, that's worked out for you. Everyone that has stood in your way has fallen...until now. I think that's what's keeping you from seeing the gravity of your situation. Denial. Delusion. You can't fathom that anyone would come into the division you've held your foot on, and push you to the ground!
He taps the plate of the Violent Championship, sitting firmly upon the shoulder of Emma Douglas.
Archer: Try your antedote, Madz. See if it helps, your symptoms may even begin to clear up. But in the end, you're already infected. There IS no getting rid of us! Chaos reigns!
Fade.
Match One Kelly Taylor vs "Titan" Tank Austen About a month ago we saw the arrival of "Titan" Tank Austen, much to the dismay of Kelly Taylor. She was in the middle of a competitive match with Bart Ramsay when Tank came out of nowhere. It was Kelly's turn two weeks ago when she met Tank backstage with a chair, possibly leading to his loss against Jewel Chayse that night. Now the two make their way down to the ring, the Titan looking ever so intimidating. When the bell rings, she Titan immediately overwhelms her with a huge shoulder block. Austen scoops her up off the mat into a powerslam position. He rushes forward before powering her down to the canvas. Showing his strength, he picks her up in the same position, taking the time to pose to the crowd before dropping into an over-the-shoulder sitout piledriver! Austen flips her over for the pin attempt but she kicks out! Kelly battles back, landing multiple forearms to his forehead. Tank hits the ropes and bounds back into a spinning elbow. Tank is seeing stars but he still hasn't hit the mat. Kelly rushes to the ropes and bounds back, only to be caught with a spinning belly-to-belly! The crowd are definitely not loving the powerhouse, especially as he rushes forward and leaps into a senton! He lands across Kelly's chest, staying there and trying for another pin. But Kelly kicks out after two! The Titan reaches down with both hands, choking Kelly and then dragging her up to her feet. He lifts her up into the air, but Kelly chops his arms away. She drops to her feet, before jumping up into a tornado DDT that finally sees Tank hit the canvas. While still on the mat, she nails him with a running legdrop. She tries to hook his leg but he instantly powers out! The crowd is shocked! As he's getting to his feet, Taylor knocks him back down with a sliding lariat. She tries to apply a full nelson as he's up to his feet again, but Tank begins to power out. She takes the leverage she has, and sweeps his feet, rocking back into a modified russian legsweep! Once down, she hops up to the second rope and waits for The Titan to roll back up again. She leaps for a crossbody but Tank is able to catch her! He yells out loud, walking forward and then launching her across the ring with a fall away slam! Taylor uses the ropes to help herself to her feet, arching her back. But Tank doesn't let her breath, grabbing her by the head and giving her a huge headbutt. He yanks her back to her feet, before giving her a second headbutt! Once again, Austen yanks her back to her feet, but this time he doesn't nail her with another headbutt. Instead, he kicks her to the midsection and causes her to double over. In a quick motion, The Titan plants her with a Tomahawk (Package Piledriver)! Kelly Taylor is out cold as Tank rolls her over for the three count! WINNER "Titan" Tank Austen FINISHING MOVE Tomahawk (Package Piledriver) |
Pacing the hallway before his scheduled match against Andrew Raynes, Olly was caught speaking with someone on the phone.
OLLY: Nope. I can't say it's fully healed yet, but I got cleared and that's enough for me.
Unaware of the camera filming, the MWE Academy graduate inadvertently provided an update on the injury that kept him out of action for the past few weeks. Something his opponent might find interesting.
OLLY: Stop worrying, you're not my actual dad.. Not that he would care, or that he ever did…
He cracked a smile, the same smile he would flash when taking shots at his opponents.
OLLY: Yeah, yeah.. I get it. But I’ll be alright, don’t worry. Besides, I don’t actually have to beat him, I only need to make him bleed. And I’m positive I can do that even with just one good arm.
The person on the other side of the line commented on this last, cocky comment. And he did that in a way Olly didn’t seem to appreciate particularly, judging by the eye-roll he replied with.
OLLY: As if you never took a match less than 100%.. How’s this any different?
His expression suddenly changed, a frown appearing on his, up to that moment, relaxed face.
OLLY: We are nothing like APE. Y’all were Constantine’s hit squad, disposable tools on his quest for gold. That’s why you dumped them, right?
At this point it wasn’t hard to figure out who he was talking to.
OLLY: Julian may have been the one putting us all together, but we’re not his pawn. He didn’t recruit us for his plan, he offered us a seat at his table and a share of the spoils. Like I told you, Jacob, HOW is my land to conquer.
Interrupted by the American Monster on the other end of the line, Olly started showing signs of impatience.
OLLY: And I wish for her success. McKena earned this shot, and she would be a much better champion than Jessi. So to answer your question, should she walk out tonight with the title, I won’t be mad. The Division is a family, Mac is like a sister and she knows I will always have her back, just like she has mine.
His next words were anticipated by that trademark cocky smirk dawning on his lips.
OLLY: Besides, I don’t really need a crown to rule over this place.
He waited for the other person to speak his mind, listening intently to their words.
OLLY: Gotcha. Look, I really gotta go now. Thanks for the chat, man. Appreciate it.
It was only when he put the phone down and back into his bag that he noticed the camera.
OLLY: The hell are you doing here, huh?
He raised his arm in a threatening way, a painful look immediately painting on his face as a reaction to that sudden gesture. But it was more than enough to scare the hell out of the cameraman and make him turn on his heels and run the opposite way. We cut away.
Ryl of Scardale: This...Is folly.
The Beast of Berkness is dressed to compete tonight but they look rather...Grumpy at the prospect of having to fight for an opportunity tonight after she’d proven her mettle. Pinning Emma Douglas after all was no small feat. Though she cannot look down at Madison for getting an opportunity to get back what she deserves. She is seated on a storage container in the backstage, sharpening a longsword with a single whetstone.
Ryl of Scardale: Let it be known that Madison of House Lewis is well within her rights to challenge tonight, especially if Archer would be so fool to throw the Red Plagues’ grip on the Belt of Champion’s Violence away. Right by conquest, right as the former knight and Lady of the championship. This was her division to once rule over and who would not take their vengeance? Yet Lolth’s Champion...I...I must go above proving myself a second time over. I, who the Red Plague have been overlooking from the moment the championship was won. I...Who everyone has overlooked in the Violence division. I say again...This? This is folly.
House of Wrestling’s resident Warlock twirls the longsword in her fingers, twisting it around before laying the flat of the blade against the back of her hand. With a sigh, the Orchid Serpent slides the sword back in its scabbard on her back and shrugs.
Ryl of Scardale: Make no mistake. Tonight, Lolth’s Champion shall bring ruination upon your house Bart. It is not that you have brought me low, nor have you foiled some grand plan of mine. You have not even fouled yourself in the face of mine Goddess. No...None of these things. It is simply that you are in my way. You are in my way and whatever cost must be paid to finally hold the powerful Belt of Champion’s Violence will be paid. In blood if necessary.
Ryl let out a sigh and simply began walking away, her boots echoing long footsteps. When she disappears off-screen, there’s a bright flash of purple. One of the production staff walks in front of the camera, holding a clipboard. He stops, looking confused. Down on the ground where Ryl was is a smoldering, highly detailed drawn symbol on the ground and a crumbling scroll. Assume that the resident warlock used a Scroll of Teleportation Circle.
Or it was some really cool special effects.
Match Two Benjamin Atlas vs FAITHE If you've been watching Friday Night Foundations, then you know all about the war that has waged between The Division and Nightfall. Well, The Division against everyone is what it's become, but Nightfall were among the first to stand up to this threat. So naturally, the match between Benjamin Atlas and FAITHE was going to be an impactful one. Surprisingly, both competitors enter by themselves and without their teammates. From the start you can see that Faithe is fighting an uphill battle. Then again, it seems like she's always fighting this uphill battle and she always takes it in stride. So Atlas may tower over her, but she battles forward! She lands a right hand, a second right hand, a third. Ben stumbles back a little, which gives the Las Vegas Fever Dream rush forward into a missile dropkick! It sends Atlas into the corner with force. She rolls back to her feet, then rushing forward into a corner splash! Benjamin moves out of the way though, and Faithe goes head first into the turnbuckle. Atlas spins her around, first giving her a foot choke in the corner until he's forced to let go. He then gives her a huge backhand to her chest that echoes up into the back of the MGM Grand Garden Arena. He chuckles right in her face as she holds her chest, and she responds by spitting in his! Understandably so, this angers Atlas. He gives her a huge toss out of the corner, driving her down to the canvas. She rolls up to her feet, and Atlas rushes her. Thinking fast, she throws a european uppercut and catches him right in the chin at the perfect time. Atlas hits the canvas hard, and tries to get back up but eats a basement dropkick! Faithe grabs hold of the ropes, jumping off the second level and aiming for a short knee drop. However, Atlas is able to roll out of the way and Faithe finds her knee crashing into the open canvas. The behemoth comes from behind, scooping Faithe up on his shoulders into a torture rack. He shifts and shakes Faithe as she yells out. Eventually she begins to slip, refusing to tap out, and Benjamin is forced to set her free. Her body crashes to the mat below. She crawls to the nearby corner, leaning in a seated position. He begins to stomp away on the crimson-haired Fever Dream. All until she's able to shift his weight, causing his leg to hit the ring post instead. Faithe kips up, before leaping into the air and bringing down Atlas with a reverse DDT. While he's still down on the canvas, she mounts him and begins to deliver right and lefts. Atlas put up his arms, blocking the best he can. She then moves to forearms and elbows, but of course, Ben is able to shove her off when he gets the correct leverage. He pushes himself up onto his feet, grabbing her by the arm and whipping her across the ring. When she bounds back, she comes face first into his boot! He locks shoulders with her, picking her up off the mat in a suplex position. Luckily for her, Faithe is able to raise her knee, which strikes Ben right in the head! She falls to the mat again, landing on her feet this time. But Atlas is ready for her, driving his own knee right into her midsection. He lifts her up into the air, before driving her back down with The Devastation (Batista Bomb)! Faithe lies across the mat and shows no sign of getting up, as Atlas lies across her. The boos ring out as the referee counts the three. WINNER Benjamin Atlas FINISHING MOVE The Devastation (Batista Bomb) |
Backstage at the Grand Garden Arena.
BEA CARTER: And so we reach the pinnacle.
It is not the end. Oh no. Its just the next marker on the path.
My ascension.
Do I fall to the two who stand in my way or do I rise above them as I have done effortlessly so far? Jewel Chayse. Myra Rivers the champion. You may think I'm lookin past you. And you'd be right but you underestinate the attention I give to my sight.
I have been fighting for a moment, a match, exactly like this. To show some of the best that there is better out there. That there is someone who can and will come out on top more than they.
Oh we've all had our spats leading up to this havent we? All those shots, all those verbal cues. All the beatings and aggression.
Well, I hope that wasnt all you had ladies. Because it wont be enough if it was.
Im going into this match the challenger that champs drwam of facing and hope to defeat. The one that moves their bar higher. This time however, mine will be the bar raised. Mine will be the hand raised. The belt will be mine to raise.
The Civil championship will be mine in the end. You two are just the last stones I need to climb. Nothing less but nothing more.
Witness my ascension. Accept your helplessness.
Fade.
[We cut backstage where we see a darker area of the hallway, Andrew Raynes is standing there looking confident and having a minor smirk on his face. This has been a moment he's been waiting for since arriving in house of wrestling. It was finally time to get his hands on Olly, who has been very effective in ducking him and taking his cheap shots since Andrew arrived and disrupted nature for the Division.]
Andrew Raynes:
What are you going to do now, boy?
[Andrew chuckled]
Andrew Raynes:
What are you going to do now that you are going to have to come face to face with me? Ever since I came into HOW you’ve been doing everything you can to avoid me; taking your petty little cheap shots because you know that you know that me coming here was the worst possible thing that could happen to you. I’ve seen you here, living on your high horse here in HOW while everyone else in the Division does the actual lifting. It became so obvious to me after our first match together who you truly were and coming to HOW and disrupting everything for you only further proved that.
[Andrew smirks, looking focused.]
Andrew Raynes:
Now though, you can’t do anything to hide. You are going to have to deal with me straight up if you want some semblance of closure. I always knew that I would get you in the ring and it was only a matter of time before it came to a head. At the homecoming event, what a better time for me to really come in and fuck up the home of the division front and centre. You’ve sat high and mighty long enough, even after watching you choke in title matches, knowing that you would simply discredit it and think you’re stil something when you’ve proven to be nothing more than a glorified cheerleading and mouthpiece punk for the division ever since. I once considered you something special in the division, going as far as to consider you the #2 man behind Julian, but we both know that youre nothing more than a plain #2 and nothing close to being at the top. It's been proven that there are far better people in your little group and you’ve simply enjoyed being a punk ass little bitch who runs around taunting and prodding, all while hiding behind your buddies who will protect you because you can’t do it yourself.
That time comes to an end though.
[Andrew gets himself ready.]
Andrew Raynes: it’s no longer time to run and hide, Olly. It’s time to settle up once and for all and finally get what's coming to you. I know you’ll try anything and everything to steal this and brag later. This isn’t going to be like blasting me with barbed wired after im done a match and you can get the advantage. You have no advantage here, Olly. Even if you try ending this early by sneak attacking me before the match, you have to actually work to make me bleed. I can take my time and pick you apart. I am going to savour this, Olly. As time keeps getting closer I keep biding my time and preparing myself for the moment when you fuck up, when all your running around finally comes back to bite you and make the one mistake I am counting on. Overconfidence and arrogance are your two biggest attributes and I intend to exploit both of them to draw blood and leak it all over the mat after I am done with you.
The blood spilt will be a message to everyone else that Division or not, I am coming for you and I will not be stopped.
Time to make it rain, blood!
Match Three Pure Rules, No Time Limit VLADISLAV vs Jenna Sharpe Few have been able to enter the House and have such a massive response such as VLADISLAV. He towers over the competition, and has yet to be pinned or submitted here in the House of Wrestling. One who has tried and come oh so close, was Jenna Sharpe. Sharpe has always excelled in the Pure division, and her skills almost lead her to a first win against Vlad if not for the time limit. The crowd are firmly behind Sharpe, but Vlad has also gained his own fanfare. The bell rings, and as expected they are both on the defensive. They circle around one another, guard up, trying to land a strike whenever they can. Vlad easily outweighs Jenna, but she is a force to be reckoned with and she has no fear, pressing forward! The first bigger moment is after Vlad has been shoving Sharpe away, and she comes back with a spinning forearm. But Vlad moves out of the way, catching her into a full nelson lock. She kicks and squirms, making Vlad walk forward with her until she reaches the ropes. Sharpe uses her first rope break, but she doesn't look uncomfortable by it. She immediately goes back and guard. Vlad catches her leg as she goes for a thrust kick, but she follows up with an enzugiri, which almost puts him off his feet. He stops himself from falling though, answering with a shoulder tackle that puts Jenna to the canvas. He yanks her up by her arm, short-arming her into an elbow. When she's about to fall, he locks her into an octopus hold, really reeling back on it. Jenna is feeling this one a little more, taking a little longer to inch her way towards the ropes. She lands multiple elbows, but Vlad isn't letting go. She throws her whole bodyweight backwards, forcing Vladislav to take several steps back and puts Jenna within reach of the ropes. This time she re-centers with a more concerning look on her face. On the other hand, the Final Boss is looking more more confident as the moments tick. Sharpe goes further into defensive mode, now doing her best to keep space between herself as Vlad. She only has one more rope break. Jenna sees an opening, leaping into a black widow stretch. She doesn't keep it applied for long, seeing how dangerous it could be. She does get an idea though. Sharpe lunges forward and grabs Vlad into a chickenwing! He has a lot of power over her so she finds it difficult to hold on as he thrashes about, but she does. At least long enough to push Vlad forward into the ropes, where he places a hand forward. The referee calls for the rope break, whether he meant it or not. By the look on his face, he didn't. It was probably Jenna's plan all along, and Vlad doesn't have time to dwell on it. She gives him multiple kicks to the chest, all of which he eats without falling. Sharpe takes of his arm, trying for a tilt-a-whirl move but he doesn't budge. Instead, while in the air, Jenna applies a reverse cross armbar, reeling from the back and applying weight via a crucifix. Vlad also has his pride and does not want to fall, so he stumbles back, accidentally applying more pressure. However, he stumbles too far back and hits the ropes, effectively using a second rope break. This time, although he didn't mean to it still helped. Now Vlad doesn't look very happy as he gets to his feet, Jenna fighting back with fists and kicks again. He grabs Sharpe into a german suplex, hitting the canvas with force. Sharpe kips up, but is blasted with the Hammer of Warsaw (Burning Lariat)! The Final Boss lies across her as the referee drops for the count, but Jenna slings her foot upon the ropes! Of course this means that all her rope breaks are used, but she lives to fight another day. He lifts her up into a powerbomb, but she's able to reverse it into a hurricanrana. Naturally, he doesn't fall but ends up rushing to the ropes, bounding off. He bounds back into an STO from Jenna! The crowd cheer as he finally is broke to the canvas! Sharpe capitalizes, moving into a guillotine choke on the big man! For the first time tonight, he's struggling! Showing his strength and power, he slowly but surely begins to move with Jenna applying the choke! Somehow he makes it to the ropes and uses his own last rope break! Jenna, and the House crowd, are amazed. All three rope breaks have been used as we reset once again, our competitors looking slightly warn. Vlad locks shoulders with Sharpe, lifting her up into the air for a suplex. Jenna throws him off though but shifting her weight, and she lands on her feet on the apron. Vlad spins around with a discus big boot that plans her in the face though, and she falls to the ground. The referee begins to count, but he's not going to wait for her, and exits the ring himself. As if it would be anything else, he meets nothing but a battle when he gets outside the ring. Sharpe leaps up with an uppercut that catches him off guard. She rushes and jumps off the steps into a crossbody. But Vlad catches her! He rushes forward and slams her into the barricade, the crowd wincing in pain with Jenna. He yanks her back up to her feet, picking her up from behind near the apron. But she reverses it, instead flipping into a wheelbarrow facebuster, driving him face first into the ground! The referee has been counting this entire time, and now on count nine, Jenna slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. Vlad on the other hand places hands on the apron and brings himself to his feet just before the referee counting the ten! With Jenna lying on the canvas, she's eyelevel with VLADISLAV who stands on the outside of the ring. They stare at one another. The bell rings and the crowd cheers as Jenna has her hand raised. She's won, but she has to decide for herself if she's satisfied with winning this way. On the other hand, although he technically lost, the Final Boss has still yet to be pinned or submitted. WINNER Jenna Sharpe FINISHING MOVE Count Out |
A number of seconds pass before the camera cuts backstage. It catches up to Tomoko Ota as she walks down the hallway. She appears to be decked out in her ring attire, though a “TSUJIGIRI” t-shirt covers her upper half. Upon first glance, one can see that there is something different about her this evening. There’s no smile on her face. And her features are a bit more stern.
TOMOKO OTA: Do you all truly want to know my thoughts? About this unsanctioned match? About this whole interim championship ordeal?
A brief moment passes as she continues walking.
TOMOKO OTA: It makes me fucking furious.
Her words echo down the corridor.
TOMOKO OTA: People have discredited me since the moment I began training. My stature was not good enough for them. My body type was not adequate. And above all is, they prayed for me to become unsuccessful. Time and time again, I’d listen to respected veterans of this sport tell me that I am destined for failure. It was painful. But more than anything, it was infuriating. Why were they deemed worthy to live out their dreams, but I wasn’t? And had I listened to them, I probably would have quit. However, that did not happen. I used those insults to fuel me. I turned them into motivation. I became stronger. I became meaner. I trained with some of the most vicious people this industry has ever witnessed—
Tomoko comes to a halt.
TOMOKO OTA: I would not be the wrestler I am today without those moments of hate.
A moment passes.
TOMOKO OTA: Winning the House of Wrestling Pure Championship was supposed to be the culmination of all my hard work. Defeating Gloria? It was a special moment for me. I’ve watched my peers and loved ones hoist up championship gold before and always wondered when it would be mine turn. And then I finally achieved glory. It was such a marvelous feat—
Tomoko’s jaw begins to clinch. Her right hand balls up into a tight fist.
TOMOKO OTA: However, the majority of my reign has been bastardized by Charli, Dani, and Faizah. All of them. That is something that I shall never forget or forgive.
A few seconds pass as Tomoko takes a deep breath.
TOMOKO OTA: Dani? Open up your ears and listen. Your actions have put my championship reign in jeopardy; your actions have put my credibility in jeopardy. And I won’t stand for it, not a moment longer.
She shakes her head.
TOMOKO OTA: I sincerely hope you understand what is going to happen tonight, Dani. I’m not going to wrestle you. We aren’t going to go hold for hold. No. I am going to take this fist of mine and pound it into your skull. I am going to take my knee and drill it through your ribs. I am going to make you regret ever even laying eyes upon me.
Tomoko takes another breath.
TOMOKO OTA: And to whomever is victorious tomorrow tonight? Enjoy the role of interim champion. Savor it with all of your heart. Because the moment I am cleared? I am slamming my foot on your neck and ending all this nonsensical bullshit.
With that, Tomoko continues walking down the hall. The camera lingers on her image awhile before it faded out.
Match Four Violent Rules Violent Championship Number One Contendership Ryl of Scardale vs Bart Ramsay The House crowd has always been behind our next two competitors, and they've taken very different paths. However both know what it means to be a knight against demons. Each make their way out to the ring to approval from the audience tonight, knowing that a win here places them as the number one contender to the Violent Championship. As usual, there are various weapons that surround the ring, including the slightly curious. As if we expected anything less from this duo, the two start out hot with a bit of chain wrestling. They move so fast it's difficult for the commentators to call, but the exclamations of excitement from both commentators and crowd are enough to tell us where this match is headed, in a very good way. After a dodged lariat, it's Bart that is able to take hold of Ryl's wrist and apply a hammerlock. Of course, Ryl begins to slip out but Ramsey holds firm to her wrist, quickly runs up the turnbuckle and leaps off into an arm drag. Ryl of Scardale is able to roll through but the momentum is too much, and while she rolls to her feet, she slams back into the turnbuckle which has a chair wedged into it! Ryl winces in pain, but has to think fast as Bart rushes towards her with a corner splash. She's able to quickly move out of the way, sending Ramsey face first into the chair this time! Ryl pushes herself to her feet. She reaches to her waist, taking off a worn-leather belt with small metal notches in it. She first whips it against the canvas, causing an echo up into the stands of the MGM Grand Garden Arena. The second smack is against Bart's bare back! He yells out in pain, turning over and rolling across the mat. Ryl walks over to him and smacks him on the back again! The crowd winces together this time, and welts begin to form on Bart's back. The Beast of Berkness goes for a third, but Bart moves out of the way at the last moment. He uses the ropes to springboard off into a missile dropkick that catches her in the chest. As the two of them are getting up, Ramsey grabs a nearby oldschool umbrella, surprising Ryl by opening it in her face! Bart then quickly collapses it again, before driving it into her midsection. Ryl doubles over, where Bart uses the umbrella to hook her arms up. He then drops her into an umbrella-modified butterfly DDT! Bart turns her over and hooks her leg but Ryl kicks out! Ramsey isn't discouraged though, heading to the ropes and springboarding off into a moonsault. Unfortunately for him, Ryl of Scardale gets her knees up, driving them into his gut. She grabs him around the chin as he's still doubled over, and nails him with a facebreaker! Ryl reaches over the top rope to the outside where a warhammer is lying. She's bringing it through the ropes when Bart clubs her from behind, and she drops it to the outside. Bart clasps his arms around her midsection, raising her up and into a german suplex. Now on the opposite side of the ring, Ryl looks around for another item, managing to grab hold of a rather large leather-bound journal. Just as Ramsey is reaching down, Ryl spins and blasts him right in the face with it! Bart hits the canvas as if the whole book is made out of the heaviest bricks imaginable. The Beast of Berkness lies over the top of him for a pin attempt but Bart shoots his shoulder into the air after two! They're beginning to feel pained now, as you can see on their faces. They're both pushing themselves to their feet, when Ryl grabs Bart into a backdrop. However, while in the air he is able to spin out of it, firmly planting him foot down and taking Ryl over with a takedown version of the arm drag this time. He follows it up with a short basement dropkick. Bart reaches down to pull up...a frying pan? He shrugs and walks towards Ryl with it. As she gets to her feet, he swings! But she kicks up into a Blade of Disaster (Corkscrew Gamengiri) at the last possible moment! Bart drops the frying pan mid-swing and falls down to the mat. Ryl of Scardale makes the three count and has her hand raised! WINNERS Ryl of Scardale, Violent Championship Number One Contender FINISHING MOVE Blade of Disaster (Corkscrew Gamengiri) |
It opened with a very hyped up Jewel Chayse standing by, signature sunglasses and #MDC leather jacket. Her attire showcased her assets perfectly. In her hand a bedazzled crown. She had a huge opportunity tonight against Myra and Bea for the Civil Championship in a ladder match.
JEWEL:
"I TOLD YOU ALL, IT WAS MY TIME. I'M DONE PLAYING, I'M DONE PLAYING NICE WITH EVERYONE. DING DONG THE QUEEN IS DEAD!"
Jewel broke in half a crown and tossed it to the floor. It was truly Jewel's time to shine, the Queens of Chaos were great for her career. But, she got here herself without them. She wasn't a background character anymore, she wasn't a cheerleader. This was it, this was her opportunity, granted she's had opportunity before. But this one? It just felt right. Win or lose, she'd prove she belonged here.
JEWEL:
"IT'S THE ERA OF THE CROWN JEWEL! NO MORE QUEENS, NO MORE FAKE CROWNS. THE ERA OF ME STANDING IN THE BACKGROUND AND CHEERING OTHERS ON? IT'S OVER. I'M NOT A CHEERLEADER, I'M THE MAIN ATTRACTION."
Jewel smirked.
JEWEL:
"MYRA, BEA? I KNOW YOU BOTH DOUBT ME, I'M THE UNDERDOG. BUT REMEMBER IT'S QUIET ONES YOU SHOULD WORRY ABOUT. I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO WALK OUT WITH THE CIVIL CHAMPIONSHIP. WELCOME TO MY HOUSEWARMING PARTY!"
Jewel again smirked as she then walked out of the scene.
The camera panned out and in the background, Silas and Noa were playing chess.
Silas Romero:
"CHECKMATE."
Noa growled. She quickly flipped the table over but first she grabbed the green twizzlers from the table and took a bite angrily and growled at Silas before she walked away. The scene opens again with the current House of Wrestling World Tag Team Champions, Strike 2 Kill, standing in front of a Housewarming billboard with their faces on it. Alongside them is their manager and agent, Gregory Murphy, who's clasping his hands together as his eyes meets the camera.
GREGORY MURPHY: Some would say the odds may be stacked against us, and they may be right. But that's when we're at our most deadliest, that's when Strike 2 Kill, really, show what they're worth. Tonight will be a warfare and I have no doubt that each and every member involved in this match will leave a different person afterwards... but that's the sacrifices you have to make to be a champion. These boys right here, they're ready to embark on a legendary reign but in recent weeks, it's been halted. It's been interfered, it's been constantly played with but tonight, we settle those issues and put them to bed.
As Murphy finishes his sentence, Richardson walks into the forefront of the frame.
LIAM RICHARDSON: Oi, oi, dickheads. The Salaveas, they've been an issue for us for quite some time now, haven't they? They've been on us since we got these titles but I don't blame them, the circumstances in which it happened, I'd be pretty pissed too. Nevertheless, they've been on our arses ever since, non-stop, and I've gotta say, the lot of ya, you're worse than my missus! I mean honestly, I get it... these titles they represent the best of this division but we told you, that we were gonna get them by any means necessary, and we meant that.
A smirk plasters over the lips of Richardson.
LIAM RICHARDSON: We did... with a little helping hand from the Midnight Demon Club, we became the champions but hey, let's not beat around the bush either, we're very aware of the fact we could lose these titles to them too. This whole Guerilla Warefare stipulation, it's an intriguing one. At the end of the day, it's gotta be either Miles or I, securing the win in the centre of that ring. That's how it has to be. As much as we respect Silas Romereo and Noa Skye, we're gonna have to cross them too, if it comes down to it. Whatever it takes to ensure that by the end of the night we're still your House of Wrestling WORLD Tag Team Champions.
Watson lingers into the forefront of the frame, clasping his hands together in excitement.
MILES WATSON: Everybody wants a piece of this... well we invite them to it. This is the mecca of tag team wrestling right here. This is the grandest prize of them all and you've gotta admit, it looks damn good on those S2K boys. It's been looking good and it will when we retain these titles tonight and carry them into Foundations in a few weeks time. Tonight, we make our mark, tonight we make our name known. We're all bound to one another now, whether we like it or not... but only one of us is walking out champions, and you best believe, it's gonna be us.
The scene gradually fades out.
Match Five Unsanctioned Tomoko Ota vs Dani Shadow The moment Tomoko steps out onto the ramp, you can see the fire in her eyes. She's always been a fierce competitor, but it's easy to see that this match means more. Her finger is taped, but other than that she looks to be perfectly fine. Dani Shadow comes out alone, a shit-eating grin on her face the whole time. The officiating referee is replaced by one in a black shirt, seeing as how this is an unsanctioned match. From the bell, Ota is much more aggressive than we've seen her be. She flies in with a hard lariat, grabbing hold of Dani's arm in the process. She slides into an armbar, reeling back on it. Shadow is able to get out by turning to her side, landing a hard forearm to Tomoko. As they get up Tomoko is already on her with kicks, forcing her to back up into the ropes. Ota whips her across the ring but short-arms her back into a hip toss! Back down to the mat and having control of her arm again, this time Ota spins her around and applies an STF. It's plain to see Ota is trying to cause her as much pain as possible and she's always been a deadly technician. Once again, Dani is able to slip out and land an elbow to the side of Tomoko's head. Dani grabs her into a headlock, applying pressure to force Ota down to her knees. Tomoko begins to power back up, landing multiple elbows to her midsection, before lifting Dani up into a saito suplex. Ota is on her again, but Dani attempts to kick her back. Ota simply comes at her again, this time Dani sweeps her legs as she walks near. Shadow maneuvers over to Tomoko's legs, giving her a taste of her own medicine by locking in a boston crab. Tomoko yells out but inches herself towards the ropes. She's able to get to the bottom rope, slinging her hand onto it. However, the referee does not tell Dani to let go. It's unsanctioned! It suddenly clicks in the crowd's head that this isn't a rope break! Instead, Tomoko uses it to pull herself over and slip underneath the ropes to the apron. This forces Shadow to release the boston crab. She turns around and is given a hard right from Ota, but then Tomoko locks shoulders with her. She lifts her up and over the ropes, suplexing her to the outside! Dani falls hard onto the ground. Ota doesn't stop there. Still standing on the apron, she leaps into a senton that connects across Dani's midsection! The crowd are loving it as she goes for the pin, but Shadow kicks out! Now that they're on the outside, there's an actual feeling of it being unsanctioned. Ota tries to whip Dani into the barricade, but she reverses it and sends Ota instead! Dani lifts her up, before letting her fall right onto the barricade! Tomoko stays there for a moment, her midsection on top of the barricade. Shadow gets an idea, lifting herself to stand on the barricade now. She leaps into a legdrop, but Ota moves at the last second, causing Dani to smack right on top of the barricade! She falls off in pain as Ota brings herself to her feet. They're both over near the Spanish announce table now, Ota smacking Dani's face into the side of the table and causing her to bleed. On the ground, Dani grabs a cable wire and wraps it around Ota's fist as she comes in for a right hand. Dani singles out the hand of the injured finger, taking control of it and trying to injure further. Ota stays landing clubbing fists with her left to Dani's back. Ota grabs hold of her, slamming her back into the ground with a russian legsweep. Dani releases her arm. They battle back to their feet, with Dani pushing Tomoko into the Spanish announce table again. They trade right hands until Tomoko gets the better of the exchange, once again locking shoulders with Shadow. She lands a couple more clubbing blows in this position, making sure Dani isn't going to try reversing out at the last moment. The Spanish commentators have gotten up as soon as they came near to the table so there's been nobody sitting here for a while. Ota lifts Dani up, driving her through the table with Paradise Pursuit (Northern Lights Suplex)! The crowd is in an absolute frenzy as Tomoko lies across Dani in the debris, the referee counting the three! WINNER Tomoko Ota FINISHING MOVE Paradise Pursuit (Northern Lights Suplex) |
HouseWARMing cuts to Myra Rivers as she holds her Civil Championship. She’s definitely reflecting on quite a bit as she sits on a metal crate. She’s already in battle mode, but she doesn’t look like someone that is worried about what’s ahead for her. Myra doesn’t take long to think about things before she begins to express her thoughts.
Myra Rivers: Since December, I have done nothing but elevate this championship to greater heights. I have had to basically reverse the damage done by the champion before me and I have done that and then some. For the last seven months, I’ve had to represent what a true champion is all about in this company. I’ve defended this championship against all comers and I’ve overcome some pretty steep odds along the way…
Like when Blackstone decided to try and screw me by putting me in a match with two special referees and as ‘coincidence’ would have it, both of those referees happen to be the people that I am facing in this ladder match.
Myra pauses and delivers a bit of a chuckle knowing that the special referee situation ended up backfiring in the end.
Myra Rivers: You think this frightens me? Sure, Jewel and Bea are tough customers in their own right and by default, facing them at the same time is going to be more of a challenge then facing them individually. And you know, when you add on the ladder match stipulation into this thing, I’m pretty much screwed? Right?
Myra rolls her eyes showing that she has no worries about the situation that is at play.
Myra Rivers: I OWN ladder matches! I’ve won more of them than I’ve lost. I have ALWAYS been able to overcome the damn odds. The “Rebellious Vixen” isn’t just a cool nickname that I have carried around for the better part of 15 years. I’ve always been a rebel against ANY cause, largely against people like Blackstone that want to stack the deck against what is right for this business or against people that want to sit there and doubt me. Bea? Jewel? For as strong of competitors as you may be, you’re both a representation of what is wrong with the ‘newer generation’ of wrestling: I’m talking about those that are self-absorbed and entitled. I am talking about those that think that the world should just fall on their lap without really trying to push for it.
And in this company, that’s what separates me from the two of you.
I HAVE that heart… I’ve ALWAYS had that heart. You two? If you even have a heart for this, it’s completely negligible and nowhere near as strong as mine for this business is. I came here a year ago because I felt like I had everything it took to make a damn difference and to be a positive role model for this company and I definitely know that I’ve been able to do that so far, especially since I won this Civil Championship and you think I’m going to sit back and watch either of you two take that title from me?
To be perfectly blunt, if either one of you were to win this title tonight, then I hope and pray that someone with a better set of ideals than either of you wins it from you as quickly as possible because both of you would be another Bianca Page as far as the Civil Championship is concerned and I am going to do everything in my power to ensure that we don’t regress to that. Of course, I COULD try to win back that title IF such a scenario were to occur… but I’ve already made a promise to myself… to my daughter even…
Myra pauses briefly for a final time as she takes one last look at her Civil Championship.
Myra Rivers: I made the promise that if I were to lose this championship at any point, but I wouldn’t be trying to win it back. As much as this championship means to me, I know it’s time to start aiming for a new goal… and I would like to think that my win over Jenson Idol a couple of weeks back puts me in a hell of a position to aim for it. But I’m not worried. I know that despite it all, I AM going to find a way to win because that’s what I do when it comes to odds like this. One of you may very well end up with this title tonight. I hope to hell not, but if I were to happen, at least I can hold my head up high knowing that neither of you two would be able tl match what I’ve done with this title over the last seven months.
No matter what happens out there, yo’re both going to be feeling pretty damn empty by the end of it… even if you’re too much of a coward to admit it to yourselves…
Myra slides off of the crate and then makes her way down the hall. Her determined focus doesn’t fade away at all as the scene fades out.
Match Six First Blood Olly vs Andrew Raynes Before the music even starts, you can feel the anticipation lingering in the air. Most matches tonight have a personal feel to them, but possibly none more than this one. As we've seen for tonight, The Division had decided to go their matches alone and thus, Olly makes his way out to a huge amount of boos. He soaks them all in, just as he always has. It was Olly, after all, who ushered The Division into the House and he's loved every moment of it. Andrew Raynes came to HoW with a backstory with The Division already written, however it's obvious he wants them unwritten from the story of wrestling. The two look at each other with eyes of fire, the boil in their blood almost visible by eyesight alone. The bell rings and the duo immediately fly at each other with fists. Andrew is gunning in on Olly's midsection, but Olly clubs through Andrew's back and temple. They separate only to smash into each other once again, limbs flying every which way as they fall onto the canvas. Andrew uses his leg strength to push Olly back, then pushing himself up to his feet. Olly gains a millisecond because of this, dropping to his knees and nailing him with a low blow that garners more boos. Olly flips off the crowd, before nailing Raynes with an atomic drop, sealing the deal with a DDT. The boos are deafening when he grabs Raynes face, and begins smashing it into the canvas over and over again. Olly stops to give himself a breather, the referee checking to see if Raynes has been busted open but he hasn't. Olly yanks Andrew up by grabbing hold of his neck and dragging him towards the turnbuckle. He goes to smash Raynes face into the post, but Raynes place his hand out in front of him, stopping the motion! Raynes lands a hard elbow to Olly's gut and switches it up on him, driving Olly's face into the buckle! Two, three, four, five times before letting go! Olly drops to the mat and rolls across, stopping under the ropes and on the apron. Raynes isn't going to give him another breather though, and follows him out onto the apron. Andrew yanks him up to his feet before giving him a kick to the midsection. He places Olly between his legs before lifting him up into a piledriver right onto the side of the apron! The two of them fall to the outside, with Olly seeing stars, and the referee checking for blood but there's none to be seen. Raynes drives his forearm into Olly's forehead, trying to bust him open in the most visible place possible. He helps Olly up to his feet, then drives him face first into the side of the apron again. Olly stumbles but doesn't fall, until Andrew then drives him face first into the barricade! At that, Olly crumbles to the floor again, but no blood. With Olly down, Andrew walks over to the commentator's table, picking up a chair and folding it. As Raynes is walking back, Olly has managed to lift himself up to the apron, runs alongside it and then leaps off into a Random Act of Violence (Running Knee Strike to the back of the head)! It floors Raynes, not expecting it at all. It's taken a lot of energy from Olly as well, who clutches his shoulder. The crowd get louder and louder as they regain themselves. Raynes is the first one up, which forces Olly on guard when he sees Raynes sprinting towards him. He lunges into a spinning back elbow, that Olly is able to dodge! Now behind Andrew, Olly nails him with Face It (Front Russian Legsweep) right into the side of the barricade with a hard thud! The referee checks but still not blood to be seen! Olly drags Raynes up to his feet again, grinding his forehead along the apron and tossing him into the steel steps. As Olly walks over, he falls right into a drop toe hold that sends him face first into the moved steps! The two end up fighting to their feet, once again throwing right fists. Raynes pushes himself into Olly, driving his side into the apron. He lands a few more right hands, momentarily stunning Olly and placing him up onto the apron. Olly kicks him back, giving them space. But Andrew immediately lunges back into Shattered Glass (Leaping Reverse STO) that takes him off the apron! Raynes drives Olly's face and shoulder into the steel steps with force that causes an echo all the way to the back of the arena! The blood begins to trickle down Olly's forehead, and he clutches his shoulder in pain! The bell rings and Andrew Raynes has his hand raised, with the EMTs rushing to Olly's side. The crowd cheers, supporting fighting fire with fire! WINNER Andrew Raynes FINISHING MOVE Shattered Glass (Leaping Reverse STO) onto the steel steps |
The scene opens up backstage where we can see Jacob and Rodney pacing back and forth.
JACOB SALAVEA
“Uce, I’m so fuckin’ sick of the MDC and these S2K marks. S2K shouldn’t even be holding our belts right now, Uce! They got robbed from us!
Rodney looks at his brother and smirks.
RODNEY SALAVEA
“Aye Uce, we ain’t gotta worry about all that tonight. We got Mateo and Leati witj us. The Salaveas rollin as one unit. We goin against two teams that ain’t got no fuckin chemistry together, Uce!”
Rodney walks over to his brother and puts his hand on his shoulder, Jacob looks at him and smiles.
JACOB SALAVEA
“Yeah… Yeah you right, Uce. We been fighting together since day one. We got that family link. We got that chemistry together. Aye… lemme ask you somethin, Uce.”
Rodney looks at his brother, hand still on his shoulder.
RODNEY SALAVEA
“Yeah Uce?”
JACOB SALAVEA
“We still gon run the freebird rule if one of us gets eliminated before we win?”
Rodney chuckles, taking his hat off and running his hand over his head.
RODNEY SALAVEA
“Of course we are, Uce. The Salavea Boys runnin deep. Shit if that's what we gotta do to make sure we keep these belts with us this time, then we gon run the fuckin division. Freebird Rule type beat.”
Jacob smiles, patting Rodneys back.
JACOB SALAVEA
“Shit, Uce… you right. You right… aye let’s go win our belts back from these paper champs, yeah?”
Rodney and Jacob nod, before walking out of frame and the scene fades.
Match Seven Triple Threat Ladder Match House of Wrestling Civil Championship Myra Rivers(c) vs Bea Carter vs Jewel Chayse Myra Rivers has been one of the most successful champions ever here in House of Wrestling, but that hasn't stopped both Jewel Chayse and Bea Carter from laying claim. It seems to have been a bit of a merry-go-round of one-upmanship, but that all stops here and now. The Civil Championship hangs high above the ring, each competitor eying it as they make their way down the ramp. As to be expected, the three of them are nervous from the bell and move in a circle to stay away from one another. But Myra's been here and before long she begins to land forearms to both! This is a dangerous tactic because all it takes is one slip one, say when Bea Carter dodges another forearm by slipping onto the apron. She grabs hold of Myra's head and slings her neck upon the top rope by jumping from the apron to the outside. Myra slings back and hits the canvas, but Jewel slingshots herself under the bottom rope, planting a baseball slide to Bea! Carter tries to catch herself, stumbling back and slamming into the commentators table! Now with just the two of them in the ring, Chayse and Rivers begin to throw hands with each other at close range. They back up into the ropes, when Jewel lands a forearm to Myra's chest. Jewel bounds Myra off the ropes and whips her across the ring. Rivers is able to bound back into a swinging neckbreaker! As Chayse gets to her feet, she's suddenly knocked in the ankle with a ladder that Bea Carter is sliding into the ring. Myra uses this distraction to spin Jewel into a reverse DDT right onto the ladder! Jewel slides out of the ring and to the outside. Carter slides into the ring fully now, grabbing Myra into a german suplex, but she's able to flip backwards and land on her feet! Bea spins around quickly and knocks Myra right in the head with a spinning back elbow! Myra crawls to the corner, giving Carter some much needed time to set the ladder up. Bea begins to climb the ladder but Jewel comes from behind, scooping her up into an assisted powerbomb! Naturally this leads Jewel up the ladder, but Myra yanks her back down before nailing her in the face with a calf kick. Bea flies back towards the pair, first nailing a high knee then puts her into a full nelson. Jewel pushes herself up, bounding off the ropes into a rocket kick that is meant for both as Carter holds Rivers in the full nelson. But Myra spins out at the last moment, Chayse connecting with a rocket kick right to Bea's chest. It sends her back through the ropes and to the outside again! Jewel turns around and walks right into a Vixen Kick (Chick Kick), causing her to hit the canvas and roll under the bottom rope to the outside herself. The crowd begin to chant and cheer, realizing that Myra is now alone in the ring with the ladder standing right there. With that, she ascends up the ladder. Myra is on top of the ladder pulling at the Civil Championship! But wait, Bea Carter slides in and clubs her to the back, followed by a second one. Rivers slinks on the ladder a bit, where Bea begins climbing the other side of the ladder. They are both on top now, trading right hands back and forth! Every time one connects, the opposite one leans wayyyy back! The anxiety of one falling off is intense right now! That's when Jewel Chayse comes back into the ring! She immediately rushes up to the ladder and begins trying to push it over! Both Myra and Bea hold onto the ladder for dear life as it begins to move. She can't quite tip it over in one go so the ladder begins to rock back and forth. She screams out, finally tipping the ladder over with as much strength as she could possibly muster up! The ladder falls to one side, hitting the top rope and flinging both Myra and Bea to the outside! Bea hits the apron on her way down, giving her a sick bump, but both are out cold on the outside. Inside the ring, Jewel Chayse stands the ladder back up from its leaning position and climbs to the top. It's only Myra that is beginning to stir on the outside but it's too late, Jewel unlatches the Civil Championship and the bell rings! WINNER AND NEW House of Wrestling Civil Champion, Jewel Chayse! FINISHING MOVE Title Retrieval |
MADZ -
ALEXA Google "How to cure a virus?"
the camera would come into view of the self proclaimed GOAT of the Violent division Madison Lewis standing backstage. She was wearing a white doctors coat over her Wrestling attire. She even had one of thoses stethoscopes around her neck. She planned on curing a virus. She wanted to dress for the part. Madz has one of the biggest challenges in her career tonight. She has to face all 3 members of the red plague if she wants to get her championship back. Which madz is always up for a challenge. Madz had her phone in her hand. She was reading what Google had pulled up about a virus
MADZ -
Damn Google with those facts. It said sometimes you can't cure a virus, it can take years to find a cure. How many weeks has it been already? I think it's about time this virus goes away already.
Madz would half smile. If she wanted to cure the Violent division she had to beat the red plague. If they only played fair during the Scramble and not pile up on her. She wouldn't have to find a cure. But nope doctor madz is working over time.
MADZ -
Have you guys ever played hungry hungry hippos? Lately I've felt like I was the little ball in the ring that the hippos had to eat. Aka the red plague. I give them credit for their little trick. They got me. They really did. They think they have the Violent division as a hostage. They think they shattered my world, my Era. Emma, Archer and Kerberos you did the complete opposite. You made me more determined than ever. I have a question guys? You failed in the tag division a few times, what makes you think you can keep the Violent Championship in your hands? How long before it slips away. Wait how long before one of you wants it just for yourself. Every Foundation has a Crack in it. If I had to choose I'd go with Kerberos. He doesn't talk much. It's the quiet ones you have to worry about. I mean he's kind of like background noise. Archer is bane aka emma lackey. Emma is poison ivy who calls all the shots. But then again bane did betray poison ivy.
Madz was simply throwing a dog a bone with her little batman reference. She knew a Crack was forming. Obviously Archer wasn't going to be the Crack or was he? Or maybe Emma might be. Hungry hungry hippos never fail to amuse you. Failure happens tonight that wasn't an option.
MADZ -
Archer, you keep saying that we are trying to understand the red plagues actions. But we already know your actions. The red plague is like a pack of hyenas that strike when they are hungry. It's a pack mentality. I'm sure the whole HOW universe is aware that you can't fight without each other. But that's totally fine with me. I will take back my Violent Championship. I'll do it by myself. This spider monkey can handle her own business. My Era isn't Over guys it's just the beginning.
Madz would smile. She would grab her trusty blinged out baseball bat that she had sitting on a table.
MADZ -
HouseWARMING tonight I'm giving you guys an extra special show. You get to witness the Violent division being cured from a terrible virus. I take back what's mine. Archer, Emma and Kerberos it's time for that shot of Euphoria.
Madz would do a hair flip moving her hair to one side. She smiled doing her signature pose. She would skip off down the hallway humming.
Headliner Guerilla Warfare House of Wrestling World Tag Team Championships The Salaveas vs MDC & S2K The tag division has been a hotbed for tag team action ever since its inception. The last few months have been a bit of hot potato with the titles with Midnight Demon Club losing them to the Salavea twins, who then lost them to longtime House team, Strike2Kill. The way the lines were drawn saw S2K and MDC form a temporary alliance to battle the numbers game that Leati and Mateo created. Now, we're in an 8man tag match in a modified version of War Games and the Elimination Chamber called, Guerilla Warfare! We start in the ring with Rodney Salavea and Noa Skye, the two trading strikes back and forth. They both play defense until Noa is able to land a facebuster that brings Rodney to the canvas. The buzzer sounds as both Jacob Salavea and Miles Watson are let out of their cells! The sudden buzzer surprises Noa, and Rodney capitalizes on it by reaching up into a jawbreaker. Skye stumbles back but doesn't fall until Rodney rushes forward with a spinning wheel kick. Jacob climbs up the turnbuckle, attempting to create a combo move, but Miles is quick to help his tag partner. He quickly rushes up the turnbuckle, leaping off into an avalanche belly-to-belly! Rodney keeps control on Skye in the middle of the ring with a sleeper hold, with Noa beginning to fade. That's when we hear our second buzzer, with Silas Romero and Mateo Salavea being let out of their cells. Silas immediately rushes to the ropes, using them to springboard off and into a flying forearm that catches Jacob across the forehead. It also instantly makes him release Noa from the sleeper. Silas gets up and walks into a huge spear from Mateo, who begins hitting him with right hands. Noa returns help but planting Mateo with a basement dropkick! Both roll to their respective sides as Jacob and Miles toss each other into the cells outside the ring. The buzzer sounds for the last time as both Liam Richardsen and Leati Salavea are released from their cells. Their more interested in what's happening outside the ring, assisting both Jacob and Miles. Visually, this leads to a split tornado tag team match. Which is a little easier to digest in the moment than a complete free-for-all, at least. Noa runs and jumps off Silas' back, landing on Mateo with a hurricanrana! Romero spins as she jumps, landing a discus boot to Rodney. Silas keep him from falling though, and the duo nail him with Better Off Dead (Ticket to Mayhem)! The crowd cheer as the referee drops for a count, but Jacob comes flying in from the outside with a slingshot legdrop across the back of Noa's head! Silas and Rodney throw hands, as Mateo lifts Noa into the air, then gives her a hard powerslam over the ropes and to the outside! Mateo scoops up Silas from behind, surprising him, and placing him on his shoulders. Rodney jumps to the top turnbuckle, leaping into Hit A Muthafucka (Burning Hammer/Diving Knee Drop Combo)! The twins usually hit this finisher but Mateo assists Rodney now. They go for a double pin, but both S2K members fly in and break the count! The ring becomes convuluted yet again, as everyone joins the battle inside. As a viewer, it's hard to see what's happening besides the various body parts going every which way. Noa Skye stands outside the ring, and Jacob locks shoulders with her trying to bring her inside again. She refuses. Instead, she tries to lift him up, but she can't do it. Still locking shoulders, they move to the turnbuckle, as Noa begins dragging him up the ropes. He steps to the second rung when Silas comes to help, pushing Jacob to the top turnbuckle and then off! Still locked, he falls into a modified avalanche brainbuster from Skye! On the opposite side of the ring, Rodney and Leati Salavea are double teaming Miles. Rodney lifts Watson into a firemans carry, standing near the edge of the ring. Leati bounds off the ropes into a front flip neckbreaker, swinging Miles off Rodney's shoulders and the two crash outside the ring! This leaves the Midnight Demon Club, Liam, Rodney, and Mateo still in the ring. Mateo has Liam in a sleeper hold, which he manages to slip out of just as MDC look over to him. They know what's coming. Miles is able to lift Mateo into The Last Stand (Sitout Face Slam) and the crowd goes crazy! Rodney goes to rush over, but his leg is caught by Noa Skye! Miles goes for the cover and the referee drops for the count! Rodney begins to slip out, trying to break the count! Silas grabs Rodney by the arms, slamming him back into the turnbuckle with Noa...and the referee counts the three! The crowd erupts into cheers, except of course the Salavea fans in the crowd. The Salaveas immediately re-group, causing a moment in the ring with both S2K and MDC. They look back and forth to each other before offering handshakes, all four raising their hands as S2K raise the World Tag Team titles. WINNERS Midnight Demon Club, AND STILL House of Wrestling World Tag Team Champions, Strike2Kill! FINISHING MOVE The Last Stand (Sitout Face Slam) |
“Tough Justice” By Blues Saraceno floods the arena followed by the roar of an engine as Jack Graves drives a matte black Indian Chieftain Dark Horse to the top of the ramp and gives it hell on the throttle. Flames blast out of the tailpipe as the engine sings out through the arena and suddenly out of nowhere, it seems to ignite a trail of flame all along the stage and down both sides of the ramp in a domino-like fashion. The GEW Grand Champion takes a moment to enjoy the mixed reaction of the crowd, soaking it all in, before putting the bike into gear and doing a lap down the ramp and around the ring on the bike.
The flames die out as Jack parks up at ringside and he makes his way over to the commentary table to snatch a mic before hopping into the ring. The music starts to fade out, but the fans break out into a dueling chant of “Fuck Jack Graves” and “Outlaw Shit” for a good minute and a half before Graves can finally bring the mic to his lips to speak.
Jack Graves: Two hundred and forty-seven days. That’s how long I’ve been the GEW Grand Endurance champion. TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVEN FUCKIN’ DAYS. Eight months of sheer dominance. Handicap matches, hell in a cell, straight-up DOG fights. EVERY SINGLE TIME. Eight months of absolute WARS across multiple companies, all over the world, bringing TRUE legitimacy to this championship...
Jack unclasps the GEW Grand Championship from his waist and hoists it into the air to another mixed pop from the crowd.
Jack Graves: And you think you’re just going to take this from me, Davina?
Jack tosses the title on the canvas and turns to the hard camera to his left with a smirk.
Jack Graves: That’s right. I know you’re in the building… and I warned you. I gave you fair fuckin warning out of respect for you. But now? That respect is long gone because you’re trying to take what’s mine and that dog won’t hunt. So you can play hide-and-go-seek with me all night, or you can come the fuck on out chea and we can get this shit over with now. I know these fans don’t wanna wait until tomorrow night, and me personally? I’d like to get the fuck on up out of here and hit the titty bar. Soo… What’s it gonna be? You want this title?
Jack looks over at the championship at his feet and then back at the camera as he starts removing his hat and denim vest to get ready for a scrap.
Jack Graves: Come get this motherfucker.
Suddenly, “About Damn Time” by Lizzo begins to bump through the PA system. It drives the crowd here at Housewarming into a frenzy and it only takes a minute longer for Davina King to walk through the black curtain. She’s simply dressed, a pair of Baby Phat jean shorts with a matching white hoodie. Casual, but nothin’ she couldn’t get some blood on as long as it wasn’t her own. She knows how this gang rolls.
Daving King: I been knowin’ you a little over a year now, Jack. I heard people call ya many things but one thing they can’t call ya is a liar. You said you’d show up here tonight and you ain’t told a single lie…
She inches down the ramp, microphone held up to her lips.
Davina King: I told ya how I had never missed a HoW show. Since day one I been showin’ my support. Not for the COO, or the Board, or whatever…for these people in the audience that always had your girls back. Now, you know I ain’t a liar either, here I am.
By this point she’s gotten down the ramp, walking up the steel steps and stepping in between the ropes. Jack has had eyes on her but looks amused more than anything. There’s still space between them.
Davina King: But I seem to remember it bein’ on sight…so what’s up??
She spreads her arms wide and the crowd pops hard! Jack, being a man of his word, drops the microphone and he rushes in to hit her with a power double leg takedown right away. Davina is quick with the offense, striking the top of his head with axe handles. Jack transitions to right hands, moving into a mounted position that sees Davina throw up her arms in guard. Davina is able to squeeze herself under Jack, and slip to the opposing side. She spins around, looking for a roundhouse to the back of Jack’s kneeling head, but Graves is able to roll forward and kip up to his feet. The crowd is going ballistic!
As he does, he’s speared into the corner by a barreling King, whose power has always been mightier than her physical size. Now in the corner, the two continue to throw right hands until we see Jack move to the side and land a hard forearm. Davina backs up, which sends her moving along the ropes. She eats a hard lariat from Jack that sends them both over the top rope and to the outside! Outside the ring, they begin to make contact again when the security has finally made it down to the ring.
They pull at both Jack and Davina, trying their best to break them apart. Davina breaks free from the grasp of the security, landing a few last shots before she’s grabbed again. Despite being pulled away, the two continue yelling to one another as we fade.
Main Event Violent Rules House of Wrestling Violent Championship Red Plague(c) vs Madison Lewis There's no denying that Madison Lewis is possibly THE name that comes to mind when hearing of the Violent division. Her record setting title defenses is something every champion should strive for. So when you think about it, it only makes sense that it would take the entire Red Plague to dethrone her. But can she go against all three to become champion again? The House crowd are firmly behind her, the way they always are! Emma wears the Violent Championship as the Red Plague head down. From the get, the House crowd are afraid for Madz. The logistics of this just look stacked against her. The Red Plague's biggest problem is not getting in each other's way. That doesn't stop Lewis from coming out guns blazing. However, seeing as how there are three of them, she's overwhelmed. She leaps into a running DDT to Archer, and springboard kick to Kerberos. But Emma grabs her from behind into a spinning backpowerbomb. Lewis tries to build momentum again, knocking Kerberos to the corner and managing to follow up with a corner splash. She turns and hits Emma with a forearm to back her away, but then walks right into a light tube across her head from Archer! The crowd boo as the Architect of Ultraviolence makes a cover, but Madz kicks out! Madison rolls to the outside, making the Red Plague follow her. She throws thumbtacks across ringside, and tosses every weapon she can get her hands on in their way as their coming at her. Some of them she simply throws down, so to make it harder for them to chase her, while others fly through the air and hit a member. Once she's lead them out, Madz hoists herself on top of the barricade. She runs along the top of it, leaping off into a meteora that sees Kerberos smack back right onto a trash can with a crunch! Madz rolls to her feet, but it's right where Archer is standing. He grabs her by the throat, but Lewis kicks him in the midsection. She jumps on top of him, then driving him up and around with a sunsetflip powerbomb right onto the thumbtacks! She tucks him in for a pin attempt, but it's broken by Emma. You can see the lightbulb going off that she only has to pin one to win the match. She'll have to think on the fly, as Douglas yanks her by the hair. She scoops Madz up, tossing her into the nearby post with a hard thud! The Mistress of Mayhem scoops her up for a second time, and again tosses her into the post. Lewis is feeling hurt now, as Emma picks her up a third time. This time she slides Madz back into the ring, joined by Archer and Kerberos now. Just then, the crowd pop to see...Dylan Shepherd and Noah Ortega? They've been missing for the last two weeks, last seen on television battling through the crowd and outside the arena. They come down the ramp, throwing right hands at one another and battling down towards the ring as if no time has passed. Have they been fighting for two weeks straight? The crowd get a good chuckle momentarily, but inside the ring the Red Plague surround Madison. Dylan slides Noah under the bottom rope and walks up the ramp. Ortega stands up to meet him, and suddenly it's like they realize for the first time that they've walked into someone else's match. Noah and Dylan look slightly confused, looking around. They look to the crowd, to the Red Plague, who look at them, and then at each other. After a quick double shrug, they begin throwing fists with the Red Plague!! After a quick back and forth, they both land dropkicks to Emma and Archer, sending them to the outside of the ring. Because there's no disqualification, this is all legal! Ortega and Shepherd follow them to ringside, leaving Madz and Kerberos. He's able to grab her into a dragon suplex, but when he lifts her, she is able to throw her weight forward and roll out. She spins around and nails him in the face with the Gorgeous Nightmare (Reverse Roundhouse)! The crowd cheers as Madison goes for the pin by hooking Kerberos' leg! On the outside, Douglas has given Shepherd a hard headbutt, following it up with Bedlam (Black Hole Slam). She turns to help Archer, the two taking Noah down with a double lariat. It's at this moment that Emma is able to slide in and break the count just before the referee counts the three! Archer yanks her up to her feet, whipping her across the ring. She bounds back into MadzVILLE (Springboard Complete Shot)! The crowd are absolutely on their feet! But even they have momentarily forgotten about Emma crouching in the corner. Lewis turns around, and gets a face full of Asian mist from Emma! Madz can't see, and thus she stumbles and falls to one knee. The MGM Grand Garden Arena is shaken to its core with boos as Emma nails the Death Rattle (Shining Wizard)! Emma lies across Madison, gaining the three count and the win for the Red Plague. Dylan immediately pulls Madz from under the bottom rope, not wanting the Red Plague to try anything funny. He helps her back up the ramp, when Ryl of Scardale appears on the top of the ramp. She looks down at the Red Plague, holding a mighty sword. She points it directly at them, allowing Dylan and Madz to pass behind her to safety. WINNER AND STILL House of Wrestling Violent Champion(s), the Red Plague FINISHING MOVE Death Rattle (Shining Wizard) |
