The show was just getting started, and people were getting to their seats. The Californian crowd was very unused to having smaller promotions like this one, so they were VERY hot for even the dark match featuring local tryouts. As the music for BBW started, signalling the beginning of the show, the fans all started to cheer. They were expecting, after six straight shows, the General Manager to come out to the ring to speak about BBW and the show they were about to put on tonight, so they were raring to go. The Opening segments had become very important to setting the mood with the crowds. But the music cut out in a very loud and harsh static, annoying many of the people in the crowd, as the lights turned off completely in the arena.

For a moment it seemed as though the power in the Oracle Arena was completely out. Game called on account of rain. But the big a** screen on the stage told a different story, as the lights in the backstage area became apparent. And not only that, but in the dimly lit area of the backstage area, looking like it was somewhere under the bleachers or something, there were three figures standing tall in front of the camera. Three figures that elicited almost unanimous boos. To the left was a girl. Maybe a little tall, but slim and built like a seductive woman, with considerable bust and hips. She had been recently spotted topless at BBW 6, masked only by the Crimson City Championship. Sporting her bright purple hair, Kayla King wiggled her fingers at the camera and blew a kiss. To the right, taller than the girl, was a masked figure. He wore a black and silver hoodie, with matching wrestling pants. His brown hair hung over the eye holes on his red and black mask. He reached back to pull the hood and mask off, revealing his gloriously full head of brown hair and smirk on his face. He wasn't as muscular as his father, in fact he was maybe even a little slimmer. Railery, Carmyne King, stood and just grinned at the camera. And in the center, the Crown Jewel of the Kingdom that Time Forgot. The Crownless King. The Heir Apparent. Standing at Six-foot-six, weighing in at an amazing two-hundred seventy-five pounds. He was wearing his feathered black shoulder pads and the silver chain that connected them together across his chest. Broad, tall, build like a brick house, Serenno King had a face of no-nonsense on.

The House Our Father Built had hijacked the show opener.

Railery leaned in towards the camera and smirked, speaking softly but with a disgusting amount of confidence in his voice. When he talked, and he would, at length, whether anyone wanted him to or not, people couldn't stand listening, but loved hearing what he had to say. "Who, what, when, where, why, and how."

"Who; Hello, my name is Carmyne. I go by Railery when I wear the mask, but tonight I am a King like my siblings. My big brother, Serenno, who will eventually become the most dominant world champion in the business. And my sensual, seductive, gorgeous twin sister, Kayla, who will eventually become the most talented women's wrestler the world has ever seen. We are the House Our Father Built. And for the past several weeks, we have been very quiet, letting our actions speak for themselves. But now, on the onset of the next big BBW show, we felt it was time to be read. Time to talk. To explain what exactly is going on in Bad Blood Wrestling, why it is happening, and how it can be brought to an end." Railery said as he spoke to the camera, standing to the side of the massive, muscle bound Serenno. He looked around the backstage area they hid in.

"What; BBW is beset and besieged by the greatest faction of 2013, 2014, and beyond. The Kings of Wrestling Dynasty. The House Our Father Built. Since our arrival we have decimated not one, not two, not three, but four wrestlers. Two of which are now on the shelf indefinitely. One of which was a champion. A championship reign that we ended. We have run roughshod over this little company, planning since Day One how to make the biggest impression on the world of wrestling. We knew that the greatest way would be to take no prisoners, and indiscriminately take out wrestler after wrestler after wrestler. Show the entire roster that when The House crashes down around you, you have No Bastion to look forward to. Omega and Hiro got off light. Seita Gray and Andrew Styles did not."

Carmyne stepped back into line, while Kayla came forward.

"Why; We have been asked this question over and over since we arrived. And we have thought about it ourselves. Is it because Matt Shanahan runs the company, and Matt beat our father at WrestleMania? No. After what happened between father and him, I can say that we simply don't care enough about Uncle Matt to make it a personal vendetta. Is it because we want to be the very best, and don't want to wait in line to do it? No. We know how much experience comes into play. We're not trying to jump lines. We're trying to create buzz about the greatest faction to ever exist. Maybe. Maybe that is it... but we don't need to do what we're doing to accomplish that, do we? We could have done it clean cut! So that's not it..."

Kayla paused for a second, and there was a twinkle in her eye. "Maybe there isn't a reason." She said with the sweetest smile to ever grace the face of evil.

Serenno stepped in front of the camera, threatening to eclipse the entire thing with his broad chest. "How; How can it be ended; What will make us stop? How can there be peace between the House Our Father Built... and BBW?" He posed the question and then stared at the camera, the light reflecting off his pupils in a way that made his eyes look soulless and uncaring of anything that stood before him. It sent chills up and down the spine.

"There will be no peace. Ever."

Carmyne pat him on the shoulder and came up to his side. "So what is next for the House Our Father Built? We have vacated a championship, disgraced it's very meaning. In our war against BBW, what could possibly be our next step? Who? What? When? Where? How? Why?"

They took turns stepping up to the plate, each with their distinctly villainous personalities. The succubus, the a*****e, the weapon.

"Who: General Manager Matt Shanahan."
"What: The complete and utter physical removal of him from the world of the living."
"When: Tonight."
"Where: When he decides he's ready to face the music."
"How: No Bastion."
"Why?"

"I don't know. I guess we don't really have a reason."
"We'll just do it because we can."
"Because ******** you. That's why."

Railery laughed and then kicked the camera up off whatever tripod it was on, cracking the lense as it spun upward. When it came to a stop, it had been caught by Carmyne like a well-intercepted football, and the cracked lense displayed warped visages of Kayla, Serenno, and himself while they all chuckled darkly. When the feed cut, the lights came up.

"The House Always Wins. Let the show begin."