Friday Night Foundations III

Backstage, a pleased look can be seen on the face of Jolyne Ferolino's face. In fact, she laughs. Hands on her hips, she looks at the camera as she speaks.

Jolyne Ferolino: "Well, I told you all, didn't I? Siren's little games didn't work in the end. She came at me with everything she got, sure, but all this talk about curses? Psh. Guess it all backfired on her, huh? I will never be the type of woman that people can scare easily. Fear just ain't in my blood. Not when I'm climbing the highest structure imaginable or going out of my way to use my own body to destroy anyone unlucky enough to go toe-to-toe with me. Now, I can keep the pressure going. I can look at my matches with every bit of excitement knowing that not a lot of people can step up to me. And if you're able to hold your own against me? Then congratulations. However, it isn't going to be an easy feat to accomplish."

She chuckles while shaking her head.

Jolyne Ferolino: "Every match, I throw it all on the line. That's the mentality I've always had since I stepped foot inside the ring. After all, if you aren't clawing and punching your way to the top and want to rely on the easy way to get what you want, then why in the hell are you wrestling in the first place? It's always been a physical, brutal affair. This isn't for you prima-donnas and thin-skinned cowards that act as if one punch is gonna ruin your manicure. Hell, I like getting my nails done too, but I don't mind if a few of them get broken off if I'm beating your faces to the ground. Point is, you gotta go big and go home. I've made it clear already that I wanna be the best here, but simply winning isn't enough. Nah. Every match is a chance for me to make a statement; a clear cut message that everyone gets to see and register. And I want it to be known that Jolyne Ferolino isn't anything to mess with. However, I'm not going to waste my time with the interviews and social media callouts and all that other crap. You can puff out your chest and pretend to be a big deal, but your words aren't going to hold any meaning behind them if you can't walk the walk just as much as you like to talk the talk."

Jolyne shrugs.

Jolyne Ferolino: "But hey, that's a whole 'nother issue for another day. After all, I got a match, and with it comes another opportunity for me to make my statement loud and clear. Too bad it's against someone who is so delusional and actually thinks they have some overarching goal to accomplish. And yeah, I'm talking about you, Myra. I mean, you're another goody-two shoes thinking they can change the sport for the better. How novel. Almost idealistic. It's cute, Myra. Really cute. You wanna be a stand-up person, right? A beaming ray of hope and positivity that can fight back against people who dare sully our wonderful sport!"

She sarcastically smiles as she clasps her hands together. However, the jig is up, and she rolls her eyes whilst letting off a disgusted sigh.

Jolyne Ferolino: "And hey, I ain't one for the Twitter Finger Game. Sorry if I pulled a Sabrina and didn't bother sending out like a full-length essay worth of tweets like I'm Mikey Svarro or someone. I just prefer to make my actions count in the ring. All of the back and forth and petty ass antics? Yeah, ain't my style, hon. However, my silence doesn't mean I don't care. I very much do care, in fact. I mean, if I was some nonchalant fool I wouldn't have even bothered to come here, lace up my boots and get ready to kick your ass. It's that simple. Still, if you want to be the type that wants to base a person's passion off of how much they post on social media, then you've got to be the biggest idiot I've ever met. I mean, really, Myra? Yet you're supposed to be our hope for change here. Gimmie a damn break. You ain't much different from the rest of these morons then!"

A laugh.

Jolyne Ferolino: "It's funny, really. Here you are thinking you're so different and going to shake things up but you ain't nothing special. On the low, Myra, you're like everyone else; a hard-pressed egomaniac with plenty of flaws of her own. You're so wrapped with the glitz and glamour and all of the glitter that you're blind to everything around you. You've got this nigh-superhero mentality to you. You wanna save the world and wrestling by getting rid of the trash like me, right?"

She grins.

Jolyne Ferolino: "Well, babe, sorry to crush your dreams, but it ain't gonna happen. Not now, and not ever. Every self-absorbed hero has their own kryptonite you see, and I plan on being that for you. I mean, what exactly is wrong with the way wrestling is? Is it because you've got some competitors here in HOW and beyond that are so ruthless and cunning that they won't hesitate to come for the throat? Are you appalled by the brashness and how some people don't care to mince their words? Or is it the violence; the pure, unbridled aggression that is displayed that can make anyone's stomach twist and turn? As far as I'm concerned, you come across as some posh, dainty chick that needs a reality check and understand what it is that you're getting yourself in. This ain't a place for someone that wants to be a pushover or think they can change this sport for the better. In fact, the only person that needs to be changed is you."

As she emphasizes that last point, Jolyne points her finger towards the camera.

Jolyne Ferolino: "You're getting up their in age. I'm sure with all the years of experience you're so set on your ways and ideals. But Myra, you aren't going to be changing anything here. If anything, it sounds like you're the one who needs a wake-up call... and I'll gladly give it to you. I'll wake you up alright. By the time I'm through with you, you'll be forced to recognize the reality that is all around you after you've fallen so far from your high horse. And as you're laying there in the ring, in absolute pain, you're going to be looking right up at the woman single-handedly responsible for snatching you up from cloud nine."

The look in her eyes grows dark.

Jolyne Ferolino: "Oh, and you won't be the only one getting that sort of call. Your babygirl will be watching, won't she? I bet she's sitting on the edge of her seat, eager to see her mom get the win. However, instead she'll be just like you and face a cold, hard lesson in life. Just like you, she'll come to understand that there is always going to be a big, mean wolf ready to tear her apart. Someone who won't relent. Someone who will always be one step above her and won't hesitate to destroy her... But hey. You can teach her these things yourself once I'm through with you."

And with that, Jolyne offers a wink and another cruel laugh but she heads out, no doubt getting ready for her bout.

Earlier in the Day

“Classy” Bianca Page is arriving at the MGM Grand Garden Arena.

“Classy” Bianca Page:What is going on around here? I seriously didn’t know that when I signed on here I would be joining the cast of Days of Our Lives. There is a sleazy burn out who is carrying around what should be mine HOW Grand Championship belt. HOW is infested with a bunch of inferiors running around here that I have to deal with and to top it all off I have a creepy ass stalker roaming around here who is obsessed with me and has already proposed despite my numerous denials.

Bianca has a disgusted look on her face.

“Classy” Bianca Page:Tonight, Siren and that self righteous Alex Andrews are lucky enough to be stepping into the ring with me. Unfortunately for the two of you is that I will beat your two asses and continue my ascension to the top of HOW because the whole world knows my rightful spot is sitting on the throne atop of the HOW kingdom…

Something catches Bianca’s eye. She slides her sunglasses off as she quickly walked over to Darcy Graves who is just arriving at the arena.

“Classy” Bianca Page:Hey, Darcy.

Darcy looks over at Bianca.

“Classy Bianca Page:Can we go somewhere and talk?

Darcy pauses for a few moments and nods her head yes. Bianca smiles and the two ladies walk away together.

Match Two Myra Rivers vs Jolyne Ferolino The bell rings and the duo are instantly going for one another. Jolyne has been a firey competitor and Myra is a veteran of the ring. Despite being a veteran, Jolyne is able to reverse Rivers' original hold into a wheelbarrow bulldog. Jolyne knows better than to allow Myra to breath, so she bounds off the ropes into a corkscrew body splash that gets a one count before Myra powers out. Jolyne tries for a dropkick but Myra catches her legs, dropping her to the mat. She steps over Jolyne and straddles her back, locking in a cobra clutch that has Jolyne reeling in pain. Slowly but surely, Jolyne makes her way to the ropes. The crowd is stomping and yelling for Jolyne to make it, and finally she does. Myra lets go without another hesitation, allowing Jolyne to get to her feet. Ferolino leaps into a jumping closeline that is sidestepped by Myra, who brings Jolyne back down to the canvas with a stiff hangman's neckbreaker. Myra covers for a two count. As Jolyne gets to the feet she starts to get a second wind, blasting Myra in the chest with three check strikes back to back, that corner her up against the ropes. Ferolino whips her across the ring and bounds her back into a headscissors DDT. As Rivers is getting up, she walks right into Jolyne's fisherman buster. Jolyne hooks the leg and gets a two count of her own. After another series of reversals that has Jolyne keeping pace with Myra, Rivers is finally able to take Jolyne does with a reverse DDT. However, she doesn't let Jolyne go as they drop onto the canvas. Actually, she keeps hold of her neck. Myra transitions into a dragon sleeper, locking it into tightly and Jolyne screams out again. She reaches with all her might, trying to get to the ropes, but she can't seem to reach. The HoW crowd begin to have dueling chants of Jolyne and Myra, with neither getting the better of the volume war. Finally, Jolyne does some quick thinking and tries to flip over herself by hoisting her legs in the air. The first thing it does is give the ref the impression that Myra was being pinned, considering her shoulders were on the mat. The ref starts to count and Myra has to break the hold in order to keep from being pinned. The two kip up, Jolyne lunges forward with a Rag Em (Slingblade), but Myra ducks! Jolyne stumbles forward but catches her footing before falling, but now the two are standing back to back. Myra hooks Jolyne's arms from behind, lifting her up onto her back and dropping down into a Rebel Bomb (Widows Peak) for a three count. The two are both cheered by the HoW crowd. The veteran, Rivers, offers a handshake to Ferolino as she gets to her feet. Jolyne looks down at her hand and exits the ring. There's no aggression behind it but Jolyne isn't sure she can trust her, and Myra seems to understand. Jolyne does seem to mouth that she'd be ready next time. WINNER Myra Rivers FINISHING MOVE Rebel Bomb (Widow's Peak)

We cut backstage to McKena Hardy, pacing back and forth. She soon turned toward the camera and she had a serious look in her eyes.

McKena Hardy: The Lost really thought they’d be able to get away with what they did to me two weeks ago?

McKena scoffed and shook her head.

McKena Hardy: I’m not the one you want to play with. And now? I don’t get to exact revenge on one of you, no, I get two of you. Sabrina McKay and I aren’t going to let you get one over this week.

She nodded confidently.

McKena Hardy: While Sabrina isn’t my usual tag partner, that’s typically Alex Reeves, I know that I’ll be able to make it work with her out there. Anton and Gio? I know you two aren’t the brains of the operation. Nah, you’re both just lackeys and that’s why Noah isn’t fighting us out there. He’s having you two do more of his dirty work.

She took her skateboard that she carried with her everywhere and held it in front of the camera.

McKena Hardy: But Noah? If you try and get involved tonight? I won’t hesistate to take your fucking head off with this board. You got that?

She smiled widely.

McKena Hardy: Good. See you out there.

The scene cuts away, and switches. Alex Andrews is seen laying in the middle of an empty ring inside a rather empty wrestling school. She's breathing heavy and sweating as she is one her back. She slowly sits herself up right and crawls over nowhere her gym money is located and pulls out a towel and some water,. She takes a swig of the water and tosses the towel over her shoulder as she moves to sit upon the apron. Alex looks up and sees the camera,, causing a smile a spread upon her face. She rubs her hands together as she begins to speak.

Alex Andrews : One thing I've learned in my brief time in this sport is that momentum is key. Stops and starts don't do well for you. But if you can keep things going, keep building that momentum, things just seem to flow and it feels just a little bit easier.

She nods as she continues.

Alex Andrews : And that is what this match is to me is about. Momentum. It's about stringing together another win and another win so that my case at coming at Mikey Svarro and the Grand Championship is undeniable. To not leave any room for doubt when making a case of whom the number one contender truly is that it'll be me.

Alex makes a face, scrunching up her nose just a little.

Alex Andrews : I'm not saying it'll be easy. Wouldn't be worth it if it was. But Bianca Page and Siren represent another challenge for me, another hurdle on my path to the top of this company. Y'all saw what happened when Darcy Graves tried to lay a claim and stand on the railroad tracks when the train was coming through. It didn't exactly end well for her. And like that challenge, I hope to take this one head on and show exactly what kind of fighter I am in this one. Two opponents won't be easy, but it's nothing I haven't face before. I can do this. I know I can do this. I'm not the naive upstart I was even a year ago.

She hops down from the ring and leans against it.

Alex Andrews : I've noticed a running thing throughout my career, especially here in HoW as well. People seem to underestimate me. I don't know if it's my demeanor of my presence, but People don't seem to take me seriously. That ends now. I'm here to show y'all exactly how serious I am and how serious I take this. Once I step into a ring, you couldn't ask for a more focused individual. Siren. Page. Y'all are great competitors, I have no doubt. But you two are in my way. I know what I want. And I'm sorry, but I know I want it more. And I won't be denied. Not this time. I'm done playing second best. I know how good my skills are and how well I'm trained. It's time to show the world just how good I am.

Alex smirks as she slides herself back into the ring and starts running the ropes once more as we fade to black.

Match Three Sabrina McKay & McKena Hardy vs The Lost (Gio Moriello & Anton Palmer) Noah Ortega is obviously at ringside as we get under way. The bell rings with Mckena starting things off against the much larger Anton. Hardy immediately showcases her speed against the debuting Palmer, in part due to the attack from two weeks ago. She's looking for some payback. She dropkicks him to the chest, but he doesn't fall. She lands a second one, and again he doesn't fall. So Hardy drops to the ground and sweeps his legs. Palmer falls to his knees before eating a spinning heel kick from Mckena. She goes to perform what looks to be a springboard maneuver but is too close to the corner of The Lost. Gio gives her a hard elbow to the skull, causing her to fall back into the ring. She gets back up in time to eat a backdrop from Anton, who then tags in Gio. Moriello goes for a suplex but Mckena reverses in midair, bringing him down for a tornado DDT then lunging to tag in Sabrina. The only issue was that McKay had been distracted by something on the ramp. Sierra Rot, hanging that gold medallion high in the air, and looking like she was about to cause that same green smoke witchcraft as two weeks ago. Sabrina has had enough of this so called "curse" and chases off after Sierra into the back. Thus as Mckena goes to tag her partner in, Mckay isn't there, and Hardy realizes she's been left out to dry. Intentionally or not. Still, she turns around and tries to hype herself up. She gives Gio a ring hand, and then another. She goes for a leaping lariat but Moriello ducks, spinning her around and back down to the canvas with a lifting double underhook facebuster. He tries to hook the leg but Hardy kicks out! Gio tags Anton back in. Mckena gives a forearm to Palmer, going for a pele kick...but Palmer catches her! Mckena is obviously feeling the effects of trying to fight off two people who can catch their breath on the apron. Anton keeps her up on his shoulder for a few seconds longer, before slamming her down HARD with a running powerslam! The move looks like it straight up flattened Hardy. Anton hooks Mckena's leg for the longest two count and she shoots her shoulder up at the last second! Anton, too, is now frustrated, and so he tags Gio back in. Mckena is getting to her feet, but gets a kick across her chest. Moriello doesn't expect her to roll through though, and she's able to pop up to grab Gio by the face. She snaps back down for a quick sit-out jawbreaker! The crowd is on their feet as she looks to be gaining momentum again! But she's backed up too close to the ropes again, getting smashed in the back of the head with a lariat from Palmer. It catches her off guard, and she stumbles forward, right into the Path of the Lost (Canadian Destroyer) from Moriello that finally puts her away. The bell rings as both Anton and Gio's hands are raised in victory. This prompts Ortega to get into the ring to congratulate his disciplines. He also turns his attention back to Hardy, taking a knee and grabbing her by the hair. Noah says some words that sound like they could be some kind of sermon, before the crowd begins to rooooaaarrr! Out from the back runs Myra Rivers!! And despite their mistrust earlier, Jolyne Ferolino is close behind her, both women looking to have come of their own volition. They begin to battle Gio and Anton, also giving Mckena the distraction she needs to slap Noah's arms away and dropkick him out of the ring. Seeing this, both Gio and Anton retreat to the outside to assist their leader. Myra and Jolyne stand on either side of Mckena, who is holding her neck from the match she just had. All three women have enough space between them to be cautious of one another, but their eyes are all focused on The Lost on the ramp. They yell back and forth to one another before we go to commercial break. WINNER The Lost FINISHING MOVE Path of the Lost (Canadian Destroyer)

We suddenly open on Sabrina McKay as she runs through the hallways backstage, turning around various corners with speed and looking to catch up to Sierra Rot. At first, the camera cannot make out Sierra anywhere, and believes Sabrina may be running aimlessly. But before long she catches up to the blonde, tackling her to the ground.

Sabrina McKay: What kinda voodoo stuff are you into, huh??

She wrestles with Sierra for the medallion until she finally gets it out of Sierra's hands. McKay holds it in her hands high in the air so Sierra can't reach. The idea of losing the medallion seems to stress Sierra out.

Sierra Rot: You know not what you're messing with! Give me that back this instant! Siren will make you pay!!

Sabrina McKay: I've HAD it with you and Siren, I've had it with this medallion!

Sabrina throws the medallion against the ground as hard as she can, breaking it into a million pieces. A small amount of green smoke looks like it escapes the medallion as the pieces fly everywhere. Sierra screams.

Sierra Rot: Nooo! Look what you've done!

Sierra reaches down, frantically picking up the pieces, but there are so many and they are so small that realistically she'd never be able to grab them all.

Sabrina McKay: I broke the curse! And now you're next!

As Sierra is on her knees, McKay strikes her with a running knee, causing Rot's nose to bleed. Sabrina gets up and dusts herself off, feeling as if a huge weight was just lifted from her shoulders.

Match Four Bianca Page vs Siren w/ Sierra Rot vs Alex Andrews It's chaos between these three from the very beginning, with fists and kicks flying every which way. All three have recently made claim that they deserve a shot at the top title, and as such, this match can hold big implications. For the first several minutes, they continued trading blows and small impact moves until Alex Andrews is able to floor Siren with a leaping leg lariat. It knocks the wind out of where, and thus, Siren rolls across the canvas to the corner. Bianca comes from behind, locking Alex into a full nelson that she transitions into a tiger suplex. Page doesn't stop with just one though as she rolls through, still holding onto Alex's waist and nailing a second rolling tigerplex. Bianca bridges it up, looking for a quick win but it's broken by Siren with a low crossbody across Page. This allows Alex to get to her feet first, nailing Siren with an elevated STO. From there, Alex folds up Siren's legs, flipping her over into a cloverleaf. Siren yells out in pain, trying to reach for the ropes but in unable to. Luckily, Bianca has regained her breath, striking Alex down with a running bicycle knee. Alex clutches her face, rolling from the ring and leaving both Page and Siren still inside. It's become increasingly clear that Siren is suffering Sierra Rot being MIA. Siren keeps looking to ringside or the ramp but Sierra is nowhere to be found. We know from earlier in the show that she was last seen being chased by Sabrina McKay. Bianca takes full advantage of this, connecting with a hard Binx (Brainbuster) that sprawls Siren across the mat. Bianca isn't done just yet though, as she lifts Siren up and strings her legs across the top rope. With assist rom the rope, she nails a hangman DDT. Page tries for a pin but Siren is able to kick out. Once again Bianca gets Siren to her feet, going for a big boot but Siren gets a second wind, sidestepping the boot! Page loses her balance, causing Siren to catch her off guard and lift from behind into the Tears of Misery (Vertebreaker) position! Siren is about to drop Bianca on her head... But Andrews slides back into the ring, and spears the ever-loving life out of Siren. This also causes Siren to collide into Bianca on the canvas, though nowhere near Siren's finisher. Alex bounds off the ropes again, showing the House why she should be the CURRENT House of Wrestlng Grand Champion, and baseball slide kicking Bianca from the ring. Bianca simply slides out, but the collision to the floor is what does the most damage. A loud THWACK is heard. Andrews bounds off the ropes again, this time just as Siren is getting to her feet. Alex strikes with Brain Death (Step-Up Axe Kick) that almost beheads Siren right then and there. The crowd is on their feet as Alex quickly lays across Siren for a loud three count... Loud because the entirety of the House must have been counting along with the referee. WINNER Alex Andrews FINISHING MOVE Brain Death (Step-Up Axe Kick)

Recorded Earlier

"I am the House of Wrestling Civil Champion"

The familiar voice of Davina King echoed into the darkness. At first, you could only make out darkness, before the visuals kicked in seconds later. Davina herself is dressed in her gear, standing amidst about five punching bags, the HoW Civil Championship in her outstretched arms for the camera to see easily.

Davina King: The first, the only, the proud.

She hoisted it up, slowly placing it on her right shoulder.

Davina King: Davina, SLAY ALL DAY, King.

She said the words loud and proud, first puffing up her chest, before looking directly into the camera lens.

Davina King: Sometimes you forget who you are, and you just gotta say it out loud to let the people remember. I'm lookin' right at people like Taylor and her goon squad. I'm looking at people like Bianca Page and her holier than thou attitude. I'm lookin' at people like this lovesick fool, Dashing Diaz.

With each name she mentions, Davina points directly into the lens.

Davina King: Listen Diaz, I know your whole shtick is that you're this handsome dude, but I ain't gonna be barkin' up your tree. Plus, you ain't been trynna lay with any ladies since I been here. The only tree you're trynna bark up is Bianca's, and as far as I've seen, she hasn't shown you a second bat of her eyelashes. So why in the blue hell are you tryin to take MY belt and then GIVE it to her? Have some more pride in yourself Diaz, pick yourself off the floor.

She pretends to brush her left shoulder off, as if she was modeling for Diaz what he should be doing himself.

Davina King: Back in Atlanta we have a term for boys like you, pussy whipped. And ya, I do mean boy. Thing is, you're pussy whipped without gettin' any pussy. I don't understand it. But if you're trying to beat me for yourself, or for someone else, it's still about to end the same way. Me pinning you to that mat.

She lands a few soft punches on the swinging bag in front of her, though clearly nowhere near her full power.

Davina King: When House of Wrestling first opened, I had just started to find my footing. I had my big title win in GEW, a championship I carry with pride, to this day. I came into this place guns ablazin' and I became the Civil Champion. I am the face of this division, and I represent everything that it stands for. I want to see good clean fighting, I want to see the better person win. I know that one day, the better person WILL take this from me, but YOU aren't that person, Diaz. You want to distract me wit a rose, fine. You wanna have Bianca spat with me on twitter, fine. But what you ain't gonna do is walk out with this Civil Championship!

King taps the beautiful plate on the belt, the light from above reflecting off.

Davina King: As for Taylor, Bianca, and anyone else who thinks they can step to me, I expect you to be watchin'. This match tonight, my first defense, it's gonna be a spotlight on what it's like to be in the ring with me...and what it's like to get on my bad side. Two weeks ago, you gals took advantage of the situation when Diaz walked out as my partner. THAT'S the only time you're gonna be able to beat me. True dat!

Fade.

Match Five HoW Civil Championship Davina King(c) vs Dashing Diaz As expected, these two had contrasting desires here. Davina is tired of being taken advantage of, and is looking to prove she's a dominate champion. Diaz needed to put on a bit of a performance the way he does every match. He begins the match by meeting King in the middle of the ring and extending a rose out to her. Davina goes to take the rose... But Diaz quickly swipes his hand away, making a face that insinuate she would NEVER offer Davina a rose. She first raises her eyebrow to the crowd, and then starts to lay in elbows and forearms. She whips Diaz across the ring and he backflips back towards her into a headscissors arm drag. The move looks rather cool, but Davina manages to roll through the move and kip up to her feet. Dashing Diaz spots this, giving her another arm drag. This time King holds onto his arm, throwing her weight to continue rolling, to lift Diaz up onto her shoulders for a high momentum Samoan drop! As they both get onto their feet, Diaz knows better than to stand next to Davina and so he puts space between them. He attempts to kick her in the gut, but Davina catches his leg. He balances on his other leg, before leaping and striking with a spinning roundhouse that knocks Davina back to the canvas. Dashing Diaz tries for a pin but only gets a one. He tosses her into a headlock that Davina fights against with elbows. He runs to the ropes again, springboarding off into a hurricanrana! But Davina isn't about to fall for another one of these, and she holds onto Diaz's legs for dear life. Because she has such strength, with much effort she is able to bring him back up into the powerbomb position and slam him back down for a sitout powerbomb! She pins him in the seated position but Diaz gets out at two! She deadlifts him from the ground, showing another great display for her strength! However, as he is up in the lifted gorilla position, Diaz is able to slide down her back and slam her down into a modified sunset flip. He tries to pin her again and is able to get a two count before Davina kicks out. King rolls back, and up onto her feet, landing a hard boot to Diaz's face. Davina lunges forward into a standing senton, but Diaz rolls out of the way and her back collides with the canvas. In response, Dashing Diaz bounds off the ropes and hits a 360 legdrop! Again, another smooth lucha twist. He wants to take advantage of this, so he begins to climb to the top rope. Once there, he looks out at the camera that is nearest to him and yells, "This is for you, mi amore. Will you marry me??" ...Unfortunately for Mr. Lover-Lover, his proposal takes too long, and Davina is able to get onto her feet. She, too, climbs up the same turnbuckle, grabbing Diaz into a chickenwing position. She lifts him up, and leaps backwards into an avalanche version of Shook! (Glamslam) that sees Diaz's smile disappear into the mat. Davina pins him for the three count, and the crowd goes crazy as her hand is raised. WINNER And STILL House of Wrestling Civil Champion, Davina King FINISHING MOVE Shook! (Sitout Glamslam)

The scene opened up with Chris Night talking to his mentor and McKena’s father, Robb Hardy. Robb noticed the camera and pointed at it.

Robb Hardy: Looks like that’s your cue. Good luck tonight.

Chris nodded.

Chris Night: Thank you. I’ll see you and McKena after the show.

Robb walked off before Chris turned and approached the camera.

Chris Night: What’s up everyone? First off, I just want to say how much of an honor it is to be a part of your show tonight. It’s not every day you get a chance to fight for the top championship when you’re the guest at a company.

He chuckled and shrugged.

Chris Night: But hey, I’ll take the shot. And maybe I’ll even stick around if it means that I get to keep on bugging Mikey Svarro.

Chris went toward his gym bag and he pulled out his Hydra Championship from Dragon’s Pit.

Chris Night: I know what it means to be a champion, Mikey. I’ve won everywhere I’ve been. I’ve been tag champ, top champ, the mid tier champ, and everything in between. You? I know you’ve done it all too. You and I are alike in some ways. We’re both veterans, we’re both students of the game and most of all? We’re both champions. But where we differ is how we go about things. You? You’re gonna do everything you can to avoid defending that championship against people like myself and Holden Ross.

He nodded confidently.

Chris Night: You don’t know what it’s like to be a fighting champion. You’d rather sit on your laurels. But trust me when I say that out there tonight? From champion to champion? I’m going to give you hell. You’re going to get everything that I bring to the table and then some. I’m not slowing down, I’m not backing down and I damn sure won’t give up out there.

Chris stepped closer to the camera and pointed at it.

Chris Night: So bring whatever back up you might need. Rumble Reyes, your mom, your dad, your siblings, mother Theresa! I don’t give a damn! Nothing is going to stop me from taking that HoW Grand Championship from yikes slimey little fingers.

He smirked and waved at the camera.

Chris Night: See you out there, champ.

Chris walked off and the scene cut away. We see a large puff of smoke, followed by some light coughing. Next comes the outline of the large mane, belonging to none other than FAITHE herself. She furthers steps into the light.

FAITHE: Can ya hear me now, Darcy?

She cups a hand to her ear, making a larger scene just for the hell of it.

FAITHE: Ya payin attention now, eh?

She taps the lens of the camera three times, as if Darcy herself were right here.

FAITHE: I told ya after your ridiculousness comin' out of the very first episode of Foundations, that you weren't gonna get away with it. You tried to one up me, and I gave it right back. From right then ya should've known that I wasn't goin to leave well enough alone. ESPECIALLY after you won that Violent Championship. I just can't help but think that belt, should be mine!

A motion for the title around her waist.

FAITHE: I'm not one for talking, Darcy. But you're gonna find out real soon that I AM one for fightin'!

FAITHE puts her fists up, before high kicking the camera out of commission.

Match Six HoW Grand Championship Mikey Svarro(c) w/ Rumble Reyes vs Chris Night w/ Holden Ross Mikey looks across to Chris, who looks more than ready. Svarro then looks down to Rumble, giving him a look that said he needed to think of something. However, he then looked over to Holden Ross at ringside, who shook his head side to side. The bell rings and Mikey is instantly taken to the canvas with a flying crossbody. He tries to get up and eats a jumping calf kick, stumbling into the corner. Night jumps up on the second rope, landing right hand after right hand to the Grand Champion. The crowd is hollering for Chris to continue and a count starts up for the punches, until we get to ten and Chris ends the sequence with a monkey flip. Svarro soars through the air, landing on his back, and rolls from the ring to catch his breath. The ref starts to count and Chris waits for him to get back into the ring. The majority of the match saw Chris Night in control, far more speedier than Mikey had given him credit for. However, Svarro used the outside to his advantage in regaining himself. At one point, Mikey rolled from the ring again, but saw Holden Ross coming right for him, causing him to slide back in and get hit with a facebuster. Night hooks his leg for a two count. Chris looks like he's about to strike with a superkick of some kind, when Rumble Reyes jumps up on the apron. He yells to Chris, doing what he can to distract the veteran. But Holden is having none of that, rushing over to Rumble and yanking him off! Now both on the ground, the two big men finally come to blows after keeping their distance for most of the match. They have scores to settle with one another after the events of Foundations II. Svarro comes from behind with a schoolboy but is only able to get a one count, mu to his dismay. In response, Chris rolls to his feet and dropkicks Mikey right in the face. As Svarro tries getting to his feet, he eats a kick to the gut and then a famouser that sees his face collide back to the canvas. Chris Night climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, and then signals to the crowd for his Nightmare Splash (Five Star Frog Splash). However, this is when Rumble and Holden get rather loud at ringside. The same way Holden had powerbombed Reyes onto the ramp, Reyes now held Ross forward, giving him a hard fall away slam with an echo! The referee looks towards the chaos, trying to yell to them to knock it off or he'd have them escorted out. Chris Night is distracted in the same way, giving Svarro time to get to his feet. He rushes to the turnbuckle, and with the referee's eyes still on Reyes and Ross, gives Chris Night a lowblow on the turnbuckle. Night doubles over, and then falls into Mikey's rollup off the top turnbuckle just in time for the referee to turn back around. The referee counts the three JUST before Night kicks out. Svarro quickly slides from the ring as Night sits back on his knees, somewhat shocked and somewhat thinking he should've expected this. WINNER AND STILL House of Wrestling Grand Champion, Mikey Svarro FINISHING MOVE Top Rope Low Blow Rollup

Mikey, Grand Championship slung over his shoulder, moves towards the barricade near the commentary tables to make his exit. On commentary, Bash states that Mikey Svarro has once again stolen victory against an upstanding competitor and remains champion. Because he is scurrying past, Svarro hears Bash say this and begins to yell back at him, insulted. Mikey is picking on him, though Bash and Ellie's microphones aren't picking up Svarro's words. That's when "Prelude 12/21" by AFI pours through the speakers, and Svarro's attention is immediately snagged away from Bash at the commentary table. That's because Alex Andrews walks out onto the ramp. Holden Ross is now on his feet at the bottom of the ramp, and Chris Night still remains in the ring, so they are all away from Mikey who is on the opposite side near the commentary barricade.

Alex Andrews: That was a great match, Chris. There's no doubt that if Mikey hadn't stolen that win, you'd be the House of Wrestling Grand Champion. I know the feeling!

Mikey doesn't have a microphone, but yells something inaudible back.

Alex Andrews: Yes, yes, congrats on the exact kind of defense you wanted, Mikey. You've been on a roll, I suppose. I just can't help but see that you're continuously dodging members of the roster when it comes to the Grand Championship. Sure, company outreach is important, but we all know that's not the real reason!

Mikey has finally found a microphone and interjects.

Mikey Svarro: Wow if it isn't yet another member of the losers club, come to join the rest of the losers in their wallowing...

Alex Andrews: Cut it, Mikey. Let's talk HouseWARming. You. And me. I deserve my rematch, and the House agrees!

Indeed, the House crowd hoot and holler at the suggestion of Alex getting her rematch against Mikey with the title on the line. However, there were a couple people who had some ideas on that.

Holden Ross: Hold on, there! I wasn't even the one pinned during my title shot, and we've established that I AM a member of the HoW roster, The Bastard deserves another shot!

The fans of the hoss roar with approval, but we're not done, for Chris Night has also grabbed a mic.

Chris Night: If we're saying it's only fair for Mikey to defend against roster members, then I agree...so it's a good thing I signed my very OWN contract before I made my way out here!

The crowd is in an absolute uproar now, many Vegas fans long familiar with Night's work...plus Ross...plus Andrews. The entire MGM Grand Garden Arena was cheering in approval, with everyone looking to Mikey, who was now on the spot.

Mikey Svarro: ...fine.

The House crowd erupted.

Mikey Svarro: BUT- absolutely NOT all three of you. I'm not doing that again. So you all can have yourselves a match to determine who the number one contender is gonna be. How about that? ONE of you gets the title shot.

The crowd had mixed reactions, but our three competitors looked back and forth at each other, willing to make a go of it if that meant they'd get a one-on-one with Mikey at the supershow.

Mikey Svarro: So in two weeks I'm gonna be at ringside for the fatal four way to determine my new contender...

It takes everyone a few seconds, but they soon realize the issue here...FOUR?

Mikey Svarro: Alex Andrews, Holden Ross, Chris Night...and Rumble Reyes, of course!

A rather large amount of boos echo throughout the MGM Grand Garden Arena as the camera focuses in on the behemoth of a man that is Reyes. Another tactic for Mikey to control his contenders. However, the other three don't look that phased. In fact, they nod their heads, grins on all their faces. They knew this was their chance, one of them would take it, whether Rumble was there or not. We fade to a commercial break.

Main Event FIRST BLOOD HoW Violent Championship Darcy Graves(c) vs FAITHE These two have had issues with one another since Foundations I, and FAITHE has made it clear she plans on taking Darcy out. The two go at each other aggressively, Graves focusing more on her power while Faithe focuses on striking. FAITHE twists Darcy's arm into a hammerlock before stepping back and striking with a high knee, followed by a basement dropkick that sees Graves roll from the ring. FAITHE goes under the ropes and onto the apron. Just as Darcy is turning around, FAITHE runs along the apron and leaps into the air, planting a meteora right to Darcy and landing on top of the steel steps! Darcy collides with a sick thud, and FAITHE rolls on the floor clutching her knees but looking like she believes it was worth it. Although she's no limping a bit, FAITHE reaches under the ring and begins to pull out all sorts of items. A kendo stick, a trash can, and even a steel chain that she wraps around her fist. She gives Darcy a punch with the chain, and then begins to choke her with it. The referee doesn't stop her, the only way to win or lose is someone needs to bleed. FAITHE waits for Darcy to get to her feet, looking to knock her down with the chain to her face. But she swings and misses!. Darcy scoops her up, giving her a hard and fast powerslam right onto the same steps she'd been slammed into herself! FAITHE yells out in pain, lying across the top of the steps. Graves isn't going to stop there, lifting FAITHE into the gorilla press position and letting her fall face first into the steel steps below. This time, she grabs FAITHE around her waist, dragging her over to the bottom of the steel ramp. She lifts FAITHE into a german suplex position, connecting with a release german suplex that sends FAITHE soaring through the air and connecting with the ramp! Darcy goes to get FAITHE to her feet, and as tired as she is, FAITHE spits back at her! This only makes Darcy even more angry, as she picks FAITHE up for a piledriver. As she does, she is unable to drive FAITHE down. Faithe has thrown all her weight back towards the ground, and she ends up rocking to her feet, giving Darcy a huge flapjack over her back and onto the ramp herself! FAITHE even leaps into the air and comes down onto Graves' forehead with a flying kneedrop. Darcy is still on the ramp, as FAITHE turns back to the various objects around the ring. She knows she's going to have to continue to use them if she stands a chance of winning this first blood match. She decides on the trash can, grabbing it with both hands and bringing it back towards Darcy... but Graves pops up out of nowhere, striking with Waking the Dead (running single leg knee) that collides with the trash can and then right into FAITHE's face. She falls to the floor, but the red trickle down her forehead is obvious for everyone to see, thus the bell sounds and the match ends. Surprisingly, Bianca Page walks out from the back as Darcy back in the ring getting her hand raised. WINNER And STILL House of Wrestling Violent Champion, Darcy Graves FINISHING MOVE Waking the Dead to the trash can

“Classy” Bianca Page gets a microphone as she and Darcy Graves are in the ring.

“Classy” Bianca Page: It really makes me sick that it has come to this! Since the inception of HOW I have had to deal with a perv who can’t take no for answer, shotty refereeing, and a bunch of people sticking their big fat noses in my business. When I saw HOW management was going to continue to sit on their damn hands I knew I had to take matters into my own hands. So the real question is how would I remedy this situation? There is an obvious choice of bringing in someone that I can trust and when I laid my eyes on this lady over.

Bianca points over to Darcy.

“Classy” Bianca Page: I knew I found the perfect person to watch my back. She is built. She is smarter, stronger, sexier than all of you mouth breathing marks put together. Plus on top of that she is a proven champion with an intensity that can knock anybody on their asses whenever she or I want. So all of you inferior sycophants keep in mind when you jump on Darcy then you are jumping on me, when you jump on me then you are jumping on this bad ass chick right here. Darcy will display why she will be the one and only Violent Champion while I will get what is rightfully mine…the HOW Grand Championship.

Bianca walks over to Darcy and stands perpendicular to her slightly behind Darcy.

“Classy” Bianca Page: How could you possibly doubt us getting everything you could possibly want? Anyone with even a slight clue will realize between the two of us that we can't and won’t be stopped. So let all of those who are inferior to us…aka everybody will soon realize that each of you will have a price to pay to the two of us. Because at the end of the way Darcy and I will get everything we could possibly want. All of you can best believe we will get what we want or we will take it and you will realize this bad ass lady right here is known as the Reaper.

Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift begins to play to a chorus of boos as Bianca and Darcy give each other a devilish smile.