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Wrestlemania XV Results

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PRESHOW

Corey Graves: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Wrestlemania 15 preshow!

Joey Styles: Well Corey coming up now at Wrestlemania 15 we have a triple threat match involving son of a wrestling legend Ted DiBiase Jr, the high flying superstar Matt Sydal and the excellence of execution Bret Hart.

Corey Graves: That’s right Joey, three guys with amazing talent, and a genuine chance of stealing the show right here in Texas!

Joey Styles: Well we don’t have to wait any longer as here comes Bret Hart to join DiBiase and Sydal in the ring.

The AT&T arena was awash with pink and black colours as the veteran Bret Hart entered the ring. As The Hitman joined the other two wrestlers in the ring he removed his trademark leather jacket and the bell rang to get the match under way. Immediately Ted DiBiase dived onto Hart, punches reigning down on the Canadian as Sydal just stood by watching. Using his ring presence Bret rolled out of the ring to avoid further punishment. DiBiase turned around to take on Sydal only to be rolled up in a small package for a near 2 count.

Corey Graves: Wow Matt Sydal trying to take the opportunistic victory early on here Joey, I love it!

Joey Styles: It would have been a quick one, but Ted got his shoulders up just in time. But it looks like Bret Hart has taken some serious punishment already from DiBiase already. He’s still on the outside here trying to recover.

Back in the ring DiBiase had taken control after the early near pinfall scare he had. After a few stiff boots and forearms he had a sleeper hold locked in on Matt Sydal. Just as the referee was about to check on Sydal the hold was broken by Bret Hart smashing an elbow into DiBiase’s head. Taking immediate advantage of this Bret nailed Ted with a side Russian leg sweep.

Corey Graves: Classic Bret Hart there Joey.

He continued his assault on DiBiase for while longer, hitting several moves and attempting pins each time to try and pick up the win.

Joey Styles: DiBiase won’t stay down here tonight. Bret’s throwing everything apart from the kitchen sink at him right now.

As Ted stumbled to his feet Bret clotheslined him over the top rope and turned his attention to Sydal who was still laid out on the floor. With him on the matt Hart lifted both his legs and the crowd went wild as they knew what was going to happen.

Corey Graves: THE SHARPSHOOTER! Joey this one is over!

Sydal was writhing in pain trying to reach the ropes but he was in the middle of the ring.

Joey Styles: It’s only a matter of time before Matt taps!

As Sydal’s hand was about to hit the mat the hold was broken as from behind Ted DiBiase had locked in a hold on the Hitman.

Corey Graves: I don’t believe it Joey, taking a play from his old man’s book here, DiBiase has the Million Dollar Dream locked in on Hart!

Bret was fading quickly and the lack of oxygen was taking his effect, when from out of nowhere Matt Sydal hit a roundhouse kick to Ted’s back, the hold was broken and Hart slumped to the floor. DiBiase span around only to be nailed by a dropkick sending him tumbling to the outside. Taking full advantage Sydal climbed to the top rope and in a true Wrestlemania moment hit his shooting star press on Bret Hart. Hooking the leg the referee counted, 1….2...3!

Joey Styles: That’s it! What a finish and Matt Sydal has come on on top here Corey.

Corey Graves: I can’t believe it, he went from nearly tapping out in the Sharpshooter to picking up the win in seconds! What a match!

The crowd were going wild as Sydal took to each ring post, celebrating his victory. Both Bret Hart and Ted DiBiase slowly made their way to the back, looking back at the ring at Sydal basking in his victory.

PRESHOW

The Texas crowd went wild as AJ Lee and Paige came out together for their number one contenders tag team match against Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler. The veteran Divas received a great response from the crowd as they came down. After the formal ring introductions the match started with AJ and Torrie Wilson.

Corey Graves: Great Divas action here Joey. We’re going to see if these legendary Divas still have what it takes to hang with the best and become number one contenders for the belts.

Joey Styles: It should be another great match here at Wrestlemania.

Lee and Wilson started the match exchanged various headlocks and mat holds. They were quickly countering each others move without either lady taking advantage.

Joey Styles: Lightening fast start here from these ladies. Both has the other scouted really well.

Torrie took AJ Lee down with a clothesline. As Wilson played to the crowd AJ scurried over to her corner and and tagged in Paige. The English Diva ran towards Torrie but was thrown to the mat with a hip toss causing the crowd to pop even louder for Wilson who walked over to her corner and tagged in Stacy while blowing Paige a kiss.

Corey Graves: Ha look at that Joey, taking the upper hand here AND taunting her opponent. This is great stuff.

Paige charged at Stacy who moved out the way causing Paige to smash into the turned buckle, Keibler immediately a quick roll up for a two count. As soon as she had kicked out as Stacy approached her Paige poked her in the eye without the refereeing seeing. A big bodyslam gave Paige the advantage. She whipped Keibler to the corner and started to exchange tags with AJ and stomping the leggy Diva to the mat.

Joey Styles: Well it wasn’t a pretty way to get an advantage but seems pretty effective.

Corey Graves: It’s Wrestlemania Styles, you do whatever you need to get an advantage here.

The younger Divas continued their assault. Delivering a move and quickly tagging each other in and out to keep the upper hand. AJ was particularly vicious pulling her opponents hair with the referee using his 5 count to try and get Lee to stop. The team of AJ Lee and Paige were very much gaining the upper hand and started going for more pin attempts, each time Keibler was getting her shoulder up just before the three count, but was obviously fading fast.

Joey Styles: Keibler needs something here, otherwise this one is going to be over.

Paige tagged AJ in once again and they irish whipped Stacy against the ropes and prepared for a double clothesline, however Keibler ducked under the move and bounced back at them hitting both AJ and Paige with a double clothesline of their own sending all three Divas to the mat. The crowd went wild as slowly Stacy crawled towards her corner. Just as she was about to make the tag Paige grabbed her foot stopping her from getting there. Now Stacy got to her feet with Paige and using her long legs delivered a devastating kick to Paige’s head knocking her to the floor and made the tag to Torrie and the crowd went wild as she came in. Immediately she began to attack both Lee and Paige. Knocking them to the mat with forearms each time they came towards her. The referee was trying to control things as 3 women were going at it.

Corey Graves: I don’t even think the referee knows who is legal any more!

As Torrie Wilson threw Paige out of the ring AJ Lee delivered a knee to her back stopping Torrie’s momentum. However before she could take advantage Keibler came in and hit Lee with her trademark roundhouse kick and taking full advantage Torrie delivered her springboard elbow and got the three count.

Joey Styles: There we have it Corey!! Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson are the new number on contenders for the tag titles! What a match!

Corey Graves: The experience came through in the end there! Great showing from all four ladies in this match!

WRESTLEMANIA XV


MATCH ONE

A hype video showcasing the Wrestlemania matches played, before the show went live in AT&T Stadium. Pyro went off all over the staging area.

Joey Styles: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Wrestlemania 15! We are at capacity, over 112,000 people are in attendance here in Arlington! I’m Joey Styles!

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves! We’re kicking things off with Diva’s action.

“Turn It Up” hit and Bayley made her Wrestlemania Debut!

Joey Styles: Bayley could leave this match the #1 Contender for the EBWF Women’s Championship.

Bayley kept her energy up all the way to the ring until “Closer” hit and Natalya made her entrance, making the crowd cheer louder. “Sky’s The Limit” brought the arrival of Sasha Banks, who received the usual boos. Finally, “Angel on My Shoulder” brought the arrival of fan favorite Velvet Sky.

Corey Graves: Velvet has developed a new attitude as of late, but the fans still love their 2016 Babe of the Year!

Christy Hemme: The following is a twenty minute EBWF Women’s Championship #1 Contender Scramble Match! Pinfalls will continue for twenty minutes with the winner of this match being the final person to earn a pin!

The bell rang and Velvet and Bayley got things started. They lockedup as the crowd was extremely pro-Velvet. Side headlock slam from Velvet onto Bayley, and she got a two count. Bayley got to her feet in the side headlock but Velvet whips him off the ropes for another two count. Bayley finally gets a countered when Velvet went off the ropes. Bayley connected on a hip toss and applied a side headlock on Velvet on the mat. Velvet got to her feet and battled out of the hold. Velvet threw Bayley into the corner. Bayley countered but Velvet countered again and sent Bayley to the mat. Velvet nearly got a fall with a long two count. Velvet worked Bayley's head off the turnbuckles. She connected a big clothesline and got another near fall. Bayley started to counter by catching Velvet on the ropes and utilizing right hands. Bayley went over the top for a high risk on the apron and got back into the ring to get a two count. Another head lock from Bayley on Velvet. The crowd seemed be mixed between Bayley and Velvet.

Joey Styles: This crowd loves both of these ladies and they’re giving it there all.

Natalya and Sasha were exchanging punches in the corner. Velvet countered with shots to the ribs of Bayley. Velvet got a two count but Bayley kicked out and delivered a clothesline. Bayley got a two count on Velvet. Bayley went to the middle rope, Velvet tried to pull her off with a back slide. Bayley countered and hits the Bayley-to-Belly. Velvet went to the outside, Bayley followed and put her back in the ring. That was good for a two count for Bayley. Natalya got on the apron and threw Bayley over the top. Natalya went off the top for the cross body and got the three count on Velvet.

Corey Graves: Natalya! Natalya is the new #1 Contender for the Women’s Championship.

Natalya went to work on Bayley who was back in the ring. Velvet was selling the flying cross body by laying on the mat. Bayley finally countered on Natalya and got a two count. Bayley kicked Natalya in the face but ended up eating a pinpoint heel kick. Bayley went to the outside, Natalya went high risk on her, spilling out of the ring. Velvet went to the outside and put Natalya back in the ring. A Scoop slam from Velvet on Natalya followed by an elbow and a two count.

Joey Styles: Sasha Banks is happy to watch these women tear each other apart.

Bayley went off the top rope and hit a cross body block on both Natalya and Velvet. She got a two count on Velvet. Huge back body drop from Velvet onto Natalya. Velvet tried the running bulldog on Natalya, She followed up with a DDT, and went for the pin. 1..2..3!

Corey Graves: Velvet Sky takes the contendership from Natalya!

Natalya wa thrown over the top rope by Velvet who then went to work on Bayley. Velvet applied a headlock on Bayley on the mat. The referee checked for submission. Here comes Sasha Banks Banks!

Joey Styles: About time!

Banks had stepped up and was staring down Velvet. Velvet takesher out, then Bayley. Natalya, Bayley, and Velvet then started pounding Banks with rights. Sasha came back with a Banks Statement to Bayley, then a big super kick to Natalya. Banks picked Velvet up and dropped her right on her face.

Corey Graves: Sasha in control here, but here comes Bayley!

Bayley went to work on Banks but got sent to the mat. Sasha slammed Natalya to the mat and pinned her for the three count.

Joey Styles: Sasha Banks is the new number 1 contender!

Velvet goes for the Beauty Mark but Banks countered. Banks sent Velvet to the outside after knocking her off the mat. Banks went to work on Bayley in the ring. Now Velvet worked on Natalya in the ring. Natalya tried to build a counter but Banks picked her up and locked in a bear hug. Velvet was back on the apron as she went to the top. Velvet went off and landed into the hands of Banks who hit a bank statement.

Corey Graves: Sasha proving why she’s in charge here.

Banks worked a submission on Velvet. Velvet turned it into a huge DDT and got a two count on Sasha.

Joey Styles: There’s less than five minutes in this match!

Banks connects with a Banks Statement on Velvet. Natalya ran in and they dumped Banks out of the ring. Banks and Velvet went at it as Velvet pinned Velvet for the three count, taking the #1 contendership back. Bayley went off the top rope for a missile dropkick on Banks. Velvet hit the Beauty-T on Bayley Natalya hits a underhook DDT on Bayley but Velvet broke up the three count. Banks was back in the ring and dominating.

Corey Graves: Just a few minutes left.

Banks got a two count on Natalya, but Velvet broke up the count. Out of nowhere Bayley locked Velvet in a roll-up but Sasha broke it up. Banks hit the Banks Statement on Natalya. Velvet broke up the three count. Banks nearly got a pinfall on Velvet. She hit a splash on Bayley but the three count was broken up by Velvet.

Joey Styles: We’re in the final minute of this match!

Velvet threw Bayley to the outside. She worked over Banks with a Bayley-to-Belly and took the pin. 1..2..3! Bayley was the new #1 contender with just seconds lift. Velvet throws Bayley out, and then whipped Natalya into the corner. Sasha flew at Velvet who reversed into the In Yo’ Face. She went to for the pin in the final seconds. 1..2..3!

Joey Styles: Velvet Sky has done it!

Corey Graves: What a Wrestlemania moment! Velvet is the #1 Contender for the Women’s Title.

MATCH TWO

A video package on the growing feud between Carlito and Tyler Breeze plays to the jaunty tune of 'I Hate Your Face" by The Hootz.

Breeze thought fast, reversing the rollup, and holding on tight as the ref counted 1..2..3!

Joey Styles: Tyler Breeze! He’s the new Breakout Champion!
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Corey Graves: He might have done it!

Carlito got the three count, and his arm was raised in victory!

Joey Styles: There it is! Carlito will be facing Tyler Breeze for the EBWF Breakout Championship. Welcome to the grandest stage of them all Carlito!
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Carlito reached out and stroked the Breakout Title with two fingers, and Tyler reached up to grab his wrist. Tyler pushed his arm away, just as Carlito spit apple in his face! Renee let out a yelp.
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Early reports coming from Warfare are saying that EBWF Breakout Champion Tyler Breeze was admitted to a medical centre in Oklahoma following the show.
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“Ever since I was a child as soon as I come into contact with them I suffer anaphylactic shock.”
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03/16/16 04:38
Carly Colon: @MmmGorgeous I thought an apple a day was supposed to keep the doctor AWAY? #NowThatsCool
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“And I think it was a cheap and pathetic move by Carlito to exploit this. What person does this to another human being.”
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“Once Ariane reached out to me and told me about Tyler and his allergy, I knew who my target was going to be.”
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“It’s been hard waiting this long to capitalize on an opportunity like this, but when I saw who Tyler was facing at WrestleMania, I knew Carlito was the one that I wanted to help exact this revenge on him.”
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So Carlito you uggo, bring everything you’ve got, try and exploit my near life threatening allergy, something other men wouldn’t be able to even begin to live with.
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After WrestleMania, the final score will be Apples – 2, Tyler Breeze -0, and you will be looking at your new EBWF Breakout Champion!
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Bring everything you can to Texas, because you’ll need it.



Christy Hemme: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the EBWF Breakout Championship!

Sounds of flashbulbs. “It’s Tyler!”

The camera panned a sea of store front mannequins all clad in classic Tyler Breeze outfits all across the stage. Tyler stepped out onto the ramp in his fanciest duds to date, Breakout Title around his waist.

Christy Hemme: Introducing first, from his seasonal residence in Campo Grande, Brazil, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the EBWF Breakout Champion, TYLEEER BREEEEEEZE!

Corey Graves: There’s always some controversy about whether a champion should enter first or second, but Tyler Breeze told me that he insisted to come out first for this match, because he is second to no one.

Tyler snapped his fingers and a drone flew up to his face with his phone attached. The phone circled him as he walked to the ring, pulling back to get a better sense of the stadium’s scope than a mere stick can, but always coming back in close to focus on the real star. Breeze pulled himself into the ring and laid against the top rope with a sly smile to the adoring cheers of the crowd.

“I spit in the face…of people who don’t want to be cool.”

Carlito walked onto the stage with a grin…and a cart full of apples. He took one out, bit into it and spit at one of the mannequins before chucking the apple at another. Ariane Breeze followed behind, in an apple red dress.

Christy Hemme: And his opponent, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 230 pounds, CAAARLIIIITOOO!

Carlito pushed the cart all the way down the ramp. Reaching the ring, he started to chuck apples into the ring to the annoyed shouts of Tyler Breeze. He rolls into the ring and shrugs at the negative energy being sent his way by the crowd.

DING DING!

Breeze stayed in his corner, shouting at the referee to remove the apples from the ring to the amusement of Carlito. Hesitantly, Breeze approached Carlito midring, then quickly retreated as the second generation star reached for one of the red objects. Carlito laughed at him and took a bite, then made a spectacle out of showing his empty mouth to all four sides of the ring. As he turned back around, Breeze caught him with the spinning kick to the face.

Corey Graves: BEAUTY SHOT! An incensed Tyler Breeze pulling out the big guns right at the start!

Carlito went crashing to the mat and rolled out under the bottom rope. Breeze followed to try and suplex him back into the ring, but Carlito pulled him to the apron as well. The two traded blows until Breeze noticed they were fighting directly over the apple cart and wrapped his arms and legs around the ring ropes. This allowed Carlito to throw unanswered strikes at the champion until he was able to roll himself back through the ropes and into the ring.

Joey Styles: Carlito climbing up to the top rope while the champion scrambles. High cross body! He hooks the leg!

1!

2!

Kick out!
A smug Carlito took his time getting up and turning back towards Breeze, which gave Prince Pretty the chance to recover. Breeze executed a double leg take down and threw punches at Carlito until the referee pulled him away. Carlito crawled towards the corner, with Breeze following him and stomping him all the way. Breeze choked Carlito with his boot in the bottom of the corner, forcing another break by the referee. Tyler gestured at his sister to “watch what happens to Uggos”.

Joey Styles: We’ve seen this before, Corey. When he flips that switch, Tyler Breeze can be one of the most aggressive superstars in the EBWF.

Breeze shoved Carlito out of the corner and climbed onto the second turnbuckle. When Carlito got up he launched off into a tornado DDT, planting his head into the mat and leaving his feet sticking up in the air for a few seconds. Breeze tipped him over and applied the lateral press.

1!

2!

Carlito kicked out, and Tyler trapped the Cool One’s arms around his own neck and flipped him back into a double knee backbreaker. Another cover.

1!

2!

Another kick out, and Breeze threatened the referee to count faster. He picked up Carlito, who fought back with punches to the stomach and tried to whip Breeze into the ropes. Breeze reversed and tried to catch him on the rebound with a textbook dropkick but Carlito stopped short and Breeze crashed to the mat. Carlito kicked an apple towards him, causing the King of Cuteville to flip out and jump to his feet distracted, allowing Carlito to charge him and leap onto his shoulders.

Joey Styles: Hurracanrana! And a clothesline catches the champion as he scurries to his feet. And following that with the springing back elbow!

Corey Graves: The Bad Apple is picking up momentum again, Joey. The time for mindgames is over, he has to rely on what got him here in the first place, and that is wrestling.

Joey Styles: Carlito measuring Breeze as he pulls himself up! BACKSTABBER! NO!

Corey Graves: Breeze knew it was coming, he grabs the rope to stay upright and Carlito rolls off his back. SUPERMODEL KICK!

Joey Styles: Breeze with the cover!

1!


2!

He has him!

Corey Graves: 2.9! Carlito kicking out at the last minute and Breeze is beside himself. We’ve seen this before too, that frustrated tantrum when the opponent just won’t stay down.

Joey Styles: Breeze picking a groggy Carlito off of the mat and butterflying the arms. He’s looking for the Unprettier to finish this once and for all! Turning him over…

Corey Graves: BACKSTABBER! Carlito breaks out and hits the double knees into the spine! Cover!

1!


2!


3!

DING DING!

Christy Hemme: Here is your winner, and NEW Breakout Champion, CAAAARLITO!

Joey Styles: A hard-fought and well-earned victory for Mr. Caribbean Cool.

Corey Graves: He got into the champ’s head early on, and carried that advantage all the way to the end.

Joey Styles: Congratulations to our new champion, but he may want to cut the celebration short. I’ve heard a rumor that we are going to get an appearance from our general manager here tonight, and you never want to be the one left hanging in the ring when Stone Cold comes to town.

SEGMENT

The sound of glass breaking brought the crowd to their feet as the General Manager Stone Cold Steve Austin made his way to the ring. The Wrestlemania crowd welcomed The Rattlesnake with open arms and then he got into the ring. The ring had already been set up with two podiums, one of the tag title belts was perched on display on either side of him.

Steve Austin: No need to sugar coat it! Barrett, McIntyre, get your asses out here you mealy mouth sons of bitches!

Barrett and McIntyre came to the stage without any entrance music and were immediately booed by the sold out crowd. Austin had a microphone and addressed the two men who had stopped on the entrance ramp.

Steve Austin: What happened last week on Warfare isn’t going to be tolerated in Steve Austin’s EBWF, eh-eh! The two of you got yourselves disqualified, and Bully Ray and Sheamus might have walked away with these titles if not for you. If you think Stone Cold Steve Austin is going to let that stand, you got yourself another thing coming. Effective, right here, right now, Barrett, McIntyre, you are no longer the EBWF Tag Team Champions!

The crowd went wild as Barrett and McIntyre stood incensed on the ramp.

Steve Austin: Bully Ray! Sheamus! Get out here.

“Deadman’s Hand” began to play and Bully and Sheamus came from behind the curtain.

Steve Austin: Don’t you touch them! Barrett, McIntyre, if you even go after them you won’t work here anymore, got me? Bully, Sheamus come on down.

The ramp was a little longer than usual but Bully and Sheamus traversed it and then got into the ring.

Steve Austin: Gentlemen, because of the disqualification, and because I think you had that match well in hand, and would have won if not for the way those UK Bastards cheated - I am presenting you with the EBWF Championships. Sheamus, Bully the two of you are…

Sheamus reached out to take a championship but Bully Ray gave him a swift kick to the gut and hit the Bully Bomb! The crowd exploded as Austin stood stunned and Bully took both belts, leaving the ring with them.

Joey Styles: What the hell is this?

Corey Graves: Bully Ray is leaving the stadium with both of the EBWF Tag Championships.

Joey Styles: What on earth does this mean?

The commentators were left to ponder as a promo video for the next match began.


MATCH THREE

The Mean Girls strutted to the ring accompanied by Sasha Banks and awaited the arrival of their opponents. The Moonlight Dollz came out and pumped up the crowd all the way to the ring.


Joey Styles: The Moonlight Dollz earned the wrath of the Mean Girls when they came to the aid of Alexa Bliss, who we will see vying for the Women's Title later tonight.


Corey Graves: And hell hath no fury like a Mean Girl scorned!


Zahra started against Summer Rae. The newest diva sensation immediately started throwing wild forearms at the veteran Summer. The dancer responded with a slap that just set Zahra off more. She shoved Summer to the mat then caught her with a clothesline. A running back elbow kept Summer on the defensive, and Zahra tagged in Gionna. The Moonlight Dollz each hit Summer with a dropkick.


Corey Graves: Great double team maneuver, our female tag teams are every bit as well-versed in psychology as our men, Joey.


Joey Styles: Don't I know it!


The Jersey Girl played to the crowd and baited Summer Rae to charge at her, but was ready to catch her in a monkey flip. Summer Rae sat up, trying to get her bearings, and Gionna hit the ropes and collided with a diving forearm.


Joey Styles: The Jersey Girl makes the cover!


1!


2!


Summer Rae kicked out. She pushed Gionna away as she tried to pick the Ballroom Belle up, and swung her long leg up to kick the Jersey Girl in the side of the head. Summer made the tag to Eva, and the All Red Ace put Daddio into a standing surfboard, pushing Gionna's spine with her foot for extra torque. Zahra started a slow clap from her corner to encourage Daddio to break out.


Corey Graves: Gionna pushing herself up to her feet, showing great resolve.


Joey Styles: And stomping on the foot of Eva Marie, she breaks her grip!


Gionna spun around to land a discus forearm and Eva Marie went down. Daddio made her way over to her corner for the tag but Zahra dropped off of the apron as Summer Rae took her leg out from under her. Zahra's head bounced off the edge of the apron and she fell to the floor. Gionna shouted at Summer Rae, who made insulting gestures. Meanwhile, Sasha Banks took off her heavy chain necklace and slid it in the ring to Eva Marie, who wrapped it around her hand. Daddio returned her attention to Eva, who played possum.


Joey Styles: Gionna reaching down for the Eva Marie. Eva popping up off the mat and nailing the newbie with a right hook!


Corey Graves: And that punch is extra powerful, because it comes from the Red Goddess.


Joey Styles: I think you mean it is extra powerful because it was assisted by that gold chain!


Eva tucked the foreign object in her trunks and lifted Gionna off the mat.


Corey Graves: Sliced Red! And straight into the cover.

1!


2!


3!

Ding ding!


Christy Hemme: Here are your winners, Summer Rae and Eva Marie, The Mean Girls!


Joey Styles: Well, with the assist from Sasha Banks, the Mean Girls manage to earn a measure of revenge against the Moonlight Dollz.


Corey Graves: And the rest of the women's division better be watching their backs, Joey!

MATCH FOUR

Joey Styles: Well ladies and gentlemen, as WrestleMania rolls on we move on to our next contest. One which certainly shocked the EBWF Universe, last week a WrestleMania match between Solomon Crowe and Sami Zayn was confirmed under the Falls Count Anywhere stipulation but earlier this week, things took a surprising turn.

Corey Graves: You’re right Joey, not only is the next match a Falls Count Anywhere match but if you lose…you’re outta here! The loser leaves the company, and I cannot wait to see how this one goes down, this was all Sami Zayn’s idea so let’s wait and see whether he bit off more than he could chew.

Fans erupted into cheers as “World’s Apart” by CFO$ blasted the PA system and the arena lights inside of the AT&T Stadium started to flash red, yellow and blue as Sami quickly emerged onto the stage. Wearing his black and red flagged wrestling tights, along with his black jacket and his flat cap, he stood still on the stage. He looked around, scouting the arena as thousands of fans started to chant ‘Ole!’ as he smiled, taking it all in.

Corey Graves: What a night it is for his young man, his second WrestleMania in the company in front of a capacity crowd.

Joey Styles: Let’s not forget Corey…this could be the last WrestleMania for him! You can’t blame him for soaking in this incredible environment!

Christy Hemme: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere match, where the loser will leave the EBWF! Introducing first, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 205 pounds…Sami Zayn!

Sami nodded his head, and the smile quickly turned into a determined look, before he quickly made his way down the long ramp and onto the steel steps. He stopped on the steps and pumped up the crowd as he always did and they responded. He got into the ring and took off his jacket and his hat, throwing them to the outside as he walked into the corner and leaned against the ropes, waiting for Crowe to enter the ring in what could be considered the biggest match of his life.

Joey Styles: And that’s the look of determination, that’s probably the most focused version of Sami Zayn we have seen, and you don’t expect anything less, a huge night ahead of him.

His theme music slowly faded out as the ‘Ole!’ chants continued, he stretched out a little and exhaled numerous times before his bright lights stopped flashing and the arena turned dark. It didn’t take long for the boo’s to kick in as “Mass Appeal” by CFO$ hit the PA system and Solomon Crowe emerged onto the stage. He was the complete opposite of Sami; he was smiling as he scouted the arena and made his way down to the ring, his eyes locked on Sami.

Christy Hemme: And his opponent, weighing in at 207 pounds…Solomon Crowe!

Corey Graves: Look at that confidence! That’s a man who knows he’s going win a match, who knows he’s going to defeat Sami Zayn and who knows he’s going to end an EBWF career tonight!

Crowe slowly entered the ring as both men quickly went face to face, breathing heavily as Crow laughed at Sami to his face. The referee was splitting them up as they took a few steps back, he then called for the bell as both men ran towards one another and traded quick fists, trying to gain the upper hand early on.

Corey Graves: Here we go! Both men trading rights!

Crowe got the early advantage by hitting a knee into Sami’s abdomen, and hitting a couple of forearms on his back to send him to the ground. Crowe then cockily kicked Sami’s head to the canvas numerous times to keep him down, he laughed at him as the fans booed at his actions. Crowe turned his back to Sami as he looked to leave the ring but was suddenly met by a huge dropkick to the back, sending him to the outside of the ring. Sami looked around the arena, signalling that he was going to dive outside of the ring. He waited for Crowe to stand up before running towards the rope and hitting a huge suicide dive through the middle rope before grabbing Crowe’s head mid-air, hitting him with an impressive Tornado DDT.

Joey Styles: Wow! What athleticism from Sami Zayn!

Corey Graves: Something tells me he isn’t going to stay down tonight.

Sami got up to his feet, pumping the crowd up again as he grabbed Crowe’s head to pick up. As he did, Crowe poked Sami’s eye as all rules were out of the window before throwing him head first into the barricade as he regrouped. He made his way to the apron and looked under the ring for any weapons he could find, he picked up a steel chair and a kendo stick as he smiled sadistically, walking towards Sami’s carcass as he shouted back at some of the fans in the front row.

Joey Styles: What is Crowe planning on doing here? This doesn’t look good…

Crowe had the kendo stick in his right hand and the steel chair in his left as he started to hit Sami on the back with both weapons, taking turns to make sure he felt the force of both weapons with Sami wriggling on the ground in excruciating pain. Eventually, Crowe stopped before dragging Sami towards the ramp, kicking his head repeatedly against the steel steps and enjoying every second of it.

He grabbed Sami and picked him up, shouting in his face and slapping him to really embarrass him on his way out of the company. He grabbed Sami and placed his legs between his thighs and lifted him up for a massive powerbomb on the ramp as he continued to wear Sami down.

Corey Graves: This could be it! Is Sami on his way out?!

Crowe went for the cover as the referee counted, one…two….Sami kicked out in time! Crowe looked frustrated for a brief moment before laughing to himself, he dragged Sami by his head back to the ring and stood him up against the apron, hitting a few shoulders into Sami’s stomach as he fell to the ground yet again.

Joey Styles: This does not look good for Sami; he’s barely got the upper hand all match! And now what is Crowe doing?

Crowe was under the apron again, and fans were surprised to see him drag out not one, but two ladders. He looked at them, up and down before sliding them both into the ring. He proceeded to set them up on opposite turnbuckles, leaning them and making sure they were stable enough, so they don’t fall. He then left the ring and grabbed Sami, sliding him into the ring and throwing some more fists down at his head. He went for another cover, but again Sami kicked out for a two count.

Corey Graves: If I was Sami…I would have stayed down at that points. The set-up of those ladders does not look appealing to me…at all.

Joey Styles: Yeah but it’s WrestleMania! There’s no way Sami is going to give in so easily, especially when he wanted a big match.

Corey Graves: And now he’s got one!

Crowe stood up and grabbed Sami, leaning him on one of the ladders before hitting a huge Irish Whip into the opposite ladder, face-first. Fans turned away as Sami’s head crashed off the ladder and Crowe went down for another cover. One…two…thNo! Sami kicked out again, but once more it didn’t affect Crowe. He repeated the process again; he continued to Irish Whip Sami from ladder to ladder and after the fourth time of doing it, he thought it was over, but once more it fell on a two count. Crowe finally let out a bit of frustration at the fact that Sami wasn’t giving up. He set it up again, this time, Sami was leaning on the ladder as Crowe ran towards him but at the last second Sami rolled out of the way, and Crowe crashed into the ladder, and now his back was leaning on it.

Corey Graves: This is Sami’s chance to get back into the match! Get up!

Joey Styles: I don’t think Sami even knows where he is! He’s struggling to get up.

Sami was now on the opposite side of the ring and was using the ropes to drag himself to his feet. Eventually, he did so, and when the fans least expected it, he ran towards Crowe and connected.

Joey Styles: THAT’S IT! THE HELLUVA KICK! FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

Corey Graves: Crowe’s head just smashed against that ladder thanks to the Helluva Kick! Is Crowe on his way out?!

One! Two! Thre! No! Crowe got his shoulder up at the last second as Sami rolled over. Catching his breath yet again, and trying to regroup; Sami looked around at how else he could get himself back into the match after suffering a beating up until this point. Once more, Sami grabbed the ropes to get himself to his feet and quickly capitalised by applying a headlock takedown as Crowe started to fade a little. Sami released the hold as his focus returned to the ladders, he grabbed Crowe and walked towards the ladder, facing away from it. He then sent Crowe crashing through the ladder, snapping it in half after hitting him with the exploder suplex.

Joey Styles: Ouch! That’s his exploder suplex! He usually hits that right into the turnbuckle, but this ought to do it!

Crowe once again kicked out at two as Sami started to grow frustrated. He knew staying idle wouldn’t help. Instead, he went behind Crowe and grabbed him, hitting a German Suplex and went for another quick cover, once more only managing a two count as fans cheered him on. Sami continued his innovative offense by running towards a standing Crowe and connecting with an impressive sunset flip powerbomb, but before he could get the cover, an alert Crowe rolled out of the ring and fell to the mat.

Corey Graves: A smart move by Crowe, that could have been it!

Once more, Sami had the upper hand by running towards the ropes and jumped over them, landing a perfect over the top rope dive with his back connecting with Crowe as he screamed out in agony. Sami called for the referee as he went for the cover, but Crowe kicked out at two yet again. Sami was about to get up and walk away until Crowe landed a huge low blow as Sami dropped to his knees and fell next to Crowe.

Corey Graves: It’s all legal! Smart move by Crowe!

Crowe was about to get up, but Sami was still one step ahead as he wrapped his leg around Crowe’s next and locked in the Koji Clutch with nowhere to go!

Joey Styles: This is it! Sami has him in the Koji Clutch! Crowe has to tap!

Sami tightened the hold as the referee asked Crowe if he wanted to give up. Sami continued to apply it tighter and tighter until Crowe managed to wriggle out of the hold but fans were surprised when he reversed his submission hold into one of his own, locking in the Crowe Bar with Sami’s leg suddenly stretched around Crowe’s neck as he squeezed it, looking to break his leg.

Joey Styles: What a reversal by Solomon Crowe! And now he has Sami Zayn in his own submission hold, but will Sami Zayn tap out to the Crowe Bar at WrestleMania?

Corey Graves: Can you imagine what’s going through his head right now? Not just the pain but the thought of tapping out, his career is on the line here!

Sami continued to tell the referee he won’t submit, and the out of nowhere he showcased his athleticism by elevating himself to hit a big Enzuigiri with his other leg as Crowe collapsed to the ground. Sami was holding his leg in pain as the referee checked on him, allowing Crowe to crawl over to the announcer’s desk.

Solomon Crowe: MOVE! I’M FINISHING HIS CAREER RIGHT HERE!

Corey Graves and Joey Styles rushed away from the announcer’s desk with their headsets still on, as he began to tear out the TV monitors slowly. He got to his feet, but as he turned around, he was met with a huge superkick, landing him on to the table as fans cheered for Sami, who was pumped up to end it. He climbed onto the table and went for the cover, but again only for a two count. He stood Crowe up and was looking to hit another exploder suplex, but Crowe hit numerous elbows to Sami’s jaw to stop him and then drove Sami through the announcer’s desk.

Joey Styles: OH MY GOD! A HEADLOCK DRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE! SAMI’S CAREER IS OVER!

Crowe crawled over to Sami’s lifeless body with the referee ready for the pin. Eventually, Crowe’s arm fell over Sami’s body, one! Two! Kick out yet again by Sami!

Corey Graves: What will it take to keep him down? I thought it was over!

Both men struggled to get up, using each other to stand up before the two of them ran inside of the ring to try and get back into the match, but we were back to square one with both men trading rights as fans cheered. Crowe landed a huge right as Sami stumbled back before running towards him to land a clothesline. Crowe missed as Sami leapfrogged him and landed another big dropkick, but Crowe wasn’t staying down. Sami landed a couple of arm drags as Crowe walked into another superkick.

Joey Styles: And now Sami is back in this! He has to capitalise on this position!

Sami dragged Crowe towards the turnbuckle; both men were on the top rope and fans let out a massive cheer when Sami had enough left in him to pick Crowe over his head to perform a move that made him famous.

Joey Styles: BRAINBUSTAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! OFF THE TOP ROPE! THIS ONE HAS TO BE OVER!

Sami looked a little dazed as he crawled over to Crowe and hooked his leg, closing his eyes wanting it to be over. The referee counted, one...two...thKICKOUT! Sami looked shocked as Crowe managed to get an arm up just in the nick of time.

Corey Graves: I don’t believe what I’m seeing, Solomon Crowe REFUSING to give up, he holds on to his EBWF career by a thread.

Both men crawled to opposite ends of the ring yet again, Crowe staggered to the turnbuckle and dragged himself up to his feet.

Joey Styles: HELLUVA KICK! CROWE IS DOWN!

Sami hit a huge Helluva Kick as the sell-out crowd let out a huge cheer as they felt, this time, it was over with the referee waiting for Sami to get the cover.

One…two…THREE!

Joey Styles: Sami Zayn has done it! Sami Zayn has defeated Solomon Crowe at WrestleMania!

Corey Graves: Not just that, Solomon Crowe’s career in the EBWF…is over!

Joey Styles: Well ladies and gentlemen, Sami is your winner and you can be sure he'll remain an EBWF superstar, what an effort!

“World’s Apart” hit the PA system yet again with thunderous ‘Ole!’ chants kicking off right away, Sami was on his knees in disbelief that his career was still intact, and he managed to do it in a Falls Count Anywhere match. The referee raised his arm in victory as Christy Hemme announced him as the victor. Sami left the ring as quickly as he could, celebrating with a few lucky fans at the front but his eyes were still locked on Crowe as he couldn’t believe he ended his career with Crowe still flat out on his back as WrestleMania rolled on.

MATCH FIVE

Ladders lined the outside of the ring, and up the ramp as the cameras circled the 7 foot structures.

Joey Styles: It’s time for the IC Title match.

Corey Graves: Six men are going to put their bodies on the line to see which of them can take the championship.

Joey Styles: Syxx of course is out numbered here. Will he be able to climb the ladder and take his championship.

Shane Helms was first to the ring, followed by Kevin Owens, Dolph Ziggler, Shinsuke Nakamra, Mankind and then the champion Syxx. Once all of the men had made their entrances the referee rang the bell. Helms attacked Owens at the start of the match. Helms followed up with a dropkick on Nakamura followed by Nightmare on Helms Street on him from midway up the ladder. Helms knocked Nakamura out of the ring with a ladder shot. Nakamura climbed a ladder, Helms shoved it! Three of the men were lined up in front of the announce table, and Helms came up and over the top rope into them, but the only flew back into the announce table. Joey Styles didn’t quite get out of the way in time, and went flying out his chair. Styles looked to be out.

Corey Graves: My broadcast colleague is… he needs help out here.

The crowd started chanting “You still got it”, but the referees were throwing up the X and requesting help for Joey Styles who was unmoving at ringside. Owens went after Helms while everybody was out of the ring, which led to Helms hitting a double underhook suplex that sent Owens into a ladder.

Corey Graves: That looked insane! Joey Styles is receiving medical attention here at ring side.

Everybody but Owens was trying to climb up. Helms and Nakamura were sent out of the ring. Ziggler climbed up with Helms. Owens hit both of them with a ladder, but then Syxx hit Owens with a dropkick. A Monkey flip by Syxx on Owens and then a jumping side kick on Owens against the ladder. Syxx hit a modified bronco buster on Owens while he was laying on top of a ladder. Syxx followed up with a jumping side kick to Helms, then one for Ziggler and a spin kick too. Syxx was on fire. Joey Styles had been helped to his feet and the crowd was cheering him as he was helped to the back.

Corey Graves: It looks like Joey might be okay. He’s going to be checked out by medical personnel in the back.

Syxx Factor by Syxx to Nakamura. Syxx climbed up, but Helms went after him and Nakamura popped right up as the other two threw a ladder into him. Nakamura jabbed Helms in the ribs with a ladder two times. Nakamura set up the ladder in the corner of the ring on Syxx and wanted a superplex, but Syxx fought out. Nakamura landed hard. Syxx looked like he was going to jump, but Owens went after Syxx. Nakamura was near the top of the ladder and he brought down Syxx with a huge powerbomb. Helms went after Owens on the tall ladder out of the corner. Huge superplex by Helms on Owens from the top of a ladder.

Corey Graves: What the… what a move from Shane Helms!

Nakamura sent Ziggler into a ladder that crashed into Helms. Then Nakamura slammed a ladder onto Helms followed by a death valley driver that crushed Helms. There men attempted to climb, but Nakamura and Syxx were sent down. Owens ended up fighting it out with Helms at the top of the ladder. Helms knocked Owens down, but Nakamura knocked Helms down. Helms countered a slam into a DDT. Helms was favoring his left shoulder. Owens climbed up, but Syxx cut him off. Helms set up a ladder bridging from the top rope to the side of the ladder. Syxx's leg was caught in the ladder rungs, so he went down. Helms gave Owens a back body drop that sent him crashing into the ladder that was bridged from the ropes.

Corey Graves: These men are fighting for that championship, but they can’t get up that later. Now Ziggler and Helms are battling it out up top!

Ziggler prevented Helms from grabbing the briefcase and dropped him a DDT. Ziggler nailed Nakamura with a neckbreaker. Crowd was cheering for Ziggler, who hit a Fameasser on Syxx. Superkick by Ziggler on Nakamura. Ziggler finally made a climb, but Nakamura grabbed him by the ankle. Ziggler was able to boot him away as the fans cheered while Ziggler looked up at the briefcase.

Corey Graves: Ziggler is thinking about going for it!

Owens nailed Ziggler in the leg with a chair followed by a chair shot to the back. Helms ran back into the ring as Owens was about to win. Helms destroyed Owens with several chair shots to the back. There was a huge ovation for him. Helms favored his left arm as he climbed up the ladder. Nakumara moved swiftly, bringing Helms off the ladder with a German suplex. Owens got back to his feet with the path clear and started the climb.

Corey Graves: There’s no one around, Owens! No one around. Seize this opportunity!

Owens reached for the belt, and unhooked it. The crowd cheered.

Corey Graves: He’s done it! Kevin Owens! Kevin Owens is the new IC Champion.

SEGMENT

EBWF Warfare returned from commercial and started with the sound of "Boomer Sooner", the Oklahoma fight song. The crowd cheered as Jim Ross came down the ramp, a packet of papers in his hand. He headed around the ring and sat down next to Graves.

Corey Graves: Joining me for the remainder of the broadcast is one of the greatest announcers of all time, Jim Ross. Honor to have you here Jim.

Jim Ross: The honor is mine, Corey.

Jim's music faded and was replaced with the thundering riffs of "Next Big Thing", causing the crowd to jump to their feet. A mixed, but raucous reaction was what greeted Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman as they stepped out from behind the curtain. Heyman had a displeased scowl on his face, and Lesnar had the same focused, intense expression that he always did.

Corey Graves: You've got to believe that Paul Heyman is in a pretty fowl mood after what happened last week.

Jim Ross: Considering who he is an advocate for, Corey, I'd be more concerned about Brock Lesnar's mood. That's the scary one.

Lesnar hopped up onto the ring apron from the floor, and the turnbuckles exploded in pyro. He stepped into the ring, looking ready to fight. Heyman angrily snatched a microphone from a ringside technician who offered it to him. He paced back and forth in the middle of the ring as the crowd died down.

Paul Heyman: My name... is Paul Heyman. And I am standing next to a human wrecking machine. A harbinger of destruction. And HE... is not even the angriest person in the ring.

Heyman snarled as chants of "Suplex City!" rang out throughout the crowd.

Paul Heyman: I'm tickled, believe me. But I am not in the mood for any of you right now. Last week, we were paraded out here without so much as a week's notice to face the team of Wes Ikeda and Chris Jericho. Two men who have been friends since before this company made its first million dollars. They expect my client, a man who has no peer, no equal, and as a result no friends, can come out here and suddenly gel with a man like The Miz? No, we know what last week was. It was an exhibition. An opportunity to stretch their legs, and promote their match at Wrestlemania, by picking two people who have never been in a tag team before, so they can look good in their victory. Well I'm not--

"I CAME TO PLAY!

The Miz walked on to the stage in his ring gear and had an arrogant smirk on his face.

The Miz: Really? You're going to come out here and complain about Thor in there having to team with me. Really?! You say all these things that Bawwwwrock Lesnar is, but what has he done lately? Besides jumping jacks, burpees, and standing next to a fat ass who complains on his behalf. You guys should be honored to be in my presence, thanking God that I agreed to this match. The fact that you aren't proves you are bigger jamoaks than I even thought.

My the time Miz finished he was just about in the ring. Heyman tilted his head, looking over the Miz as he cupped his microphone in both hands. He smiled wryly.

Paul Heyman: Ah, yes. The phantom partner that got less ring time in the match last week than Christy.

He pointed at Christy Hemme, who shrugged at the camera.

Paul Heyman: Since you're out here, asking us to thank the Almighty for your presence, let's talk about you. Miz, I like you. I know you may find that surprising, but I do. You managed to forge out a successful career in an industry that you had no business being in, and I can respect that. Hell, I can even relate to that! I mean, look at me.

He chuckled a little as he spoke.

Paul Heyman: Do I look like I belong in the ring next to an unmitigated monster like Brock Lesnar? No, I certainly do not. So, I appreciate that you have done better than most expected. Here is the problem, Miz. Even you must look at this situation and see that last week's farce of a tag team match was Stone Cold Steve Austin stacking the deck in Wes Ikeda's favor. Clearly, they wanted nothing more than a handicap match against my client by forcing him to tag with you.

The Miz smirked again.

The Miz: Funny thing - I don't remember being the one pinned in the center of the ring 1..2...3 I think if anyone was the one with a partner they needed to carry - it was yours truly.

The crowd could audibly be heard collectively making an "Ohhhhhh!" noise to the Miz's brazen stab at Brock Lesnar. Heyman shook his head. He pointed at the Miz.

Paul Heyman: You see this? This right here. This is why you never can find a good team, Miz. Never willing to admit your culpability in anything, even when it's staring you straight in the face. You're not a team player. That's why the Trilogy was a failure. That's why Vertex was a failure. Every time you try to be a part of a team, your ego can't take it. THAT. Is why we lost last week. That's why despite my client dropping the ball...

Lesnar looked at his advocate with a bewildered expression.

Paul Heyman: The real fault lies with you. You can't be trusted.

The Miz: I'd hardly call either one of those things a failure.. I mean I was The EBWF champion at the height of those groups.. I mean yeah those groups eventually broke up but it wasn't a failure.. Like say Paul Heyman trying to diet failure... Or like Brock Lesnar trying to sound out "Cat in the Hat" failure. It was more like I started groups we dominated- people got jealous of me... Because I'm well... Me and the groups ended. Speaking of ended.. I'm not at all afraid to come in that ring and end whatever pity party you're trying to throw yourself and that buffoon standing next to you, Paul.

Lesnar chuckled, unimpressed by Miz's bravado. He sat down on the second ring rope to let the Miz into the ring, all the while grinning with amusement. The crowd stirred, eager to watch the two heels tear each other apart. Before the Miz could walk up the steps, the entire arena was filled with the sound of glass shattering. The crowd roared as "Stone Cold" Steve Austin showed up on the entrance ramp in a F*ck Fear shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Austin had a mic in his hand, much to chagrin of the two snarling heels ringside. He raised the mic up to his mouth.

Steve Austin: I was standing back there eating some chips and queso from the snack table and I couldn't help but here a couple of whiny, mouth-breathin' sons of bitches out here, runnin' their mouths and coming up with all kinds of excuses.

Paul Heyman: You listen up right now, Mr. Austin. I--

Steve Austin: What?

Paul Heyman: I was just about to say that--

Steve Austin: What?

Heyman snarled.

Paul Heyman: Now you--

Steve Austin: WHAT?!

The crowd yelled "What?!" along with him as he continued to cut Heyman off to their delight.

Steve Austin: It seems to me, like y'all have a lot to say about how the other guy isn't a team player. Since, according to you, neither of you are responsible for your team losing last week, I'm going to give you both a shot to prove who really screwed up last week. Tonight at Wrestlemania, I'm gonna make a tag team match. Miz, you're gonna pick a partner right now, and Brock, you or your mouthpiece can pick a partner.

Miz smirked as he brought his mic up to his mouth in response.

The Miz: Well I'll tell you what, Steve. Can I call you Steve? I'm going to call you Steve. Despite what the Penguin said in the ring, I've got friends. There's one man I can trust to back me up when I need it, despite everything we've gone through.

"Get Ready to Fly!"

The crowd got to their feet as AJ Styles walked out, ignoring the crowd's response.

Jim Ross: The Miz's old partner from the Trilogy! AJ Styles is certainly a great choice.

Styles headed down the ramp and got to the Miz's side. Lesnar and Heyman discussed a few things quietly as they looked at their opponents. Heyman brought the mic to his mouth.

Paul Heyman: You see, unlike The Miz down there, my client doesn't have to surround himself with wrestlers better than him. And when I look at a guy like AJ Styles, I mean that sincerely. Unlike The Miz, my client doesn't know anyone better him. In fact, unlike the Miz, there IS no one better than him. That being said, I do have a candidate for my client's approval. A man who took on an opponent several years his senior in the business and was victorious against Matt Sydal and is quickly on the track to prominence here in the EBWF. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you ROMAN REIGNS!

Heyman pointed dramatically at the entranceway as "Trenches" by Pop Evil blasted out of the speakers, and the surprised crowd cheered as Reigns came out and headed down the ramp.

Corey Graves: Well this is certainly an interesting development Joey! How in the world did Paul Heyman manage to convince Roman Reigns to come here and back Lesnar?

Roman shook hands with Heyman and the two nodded at each other. Roman looked at Lesnar and smirked a little as he went to his corner.

Jim Ross: Lesnar doesn't seem convinced here, though they're going to need to gel if they're going to defeat the team of the Miz and AJ Styles. Those two have been tag team partners a lot of times over the years.

The referee called for the bell and Lesnar stepped into the ring with AJ Styles.

Corey Graves: Here we go! Impromptu match here at Wrestlemania!

Lesnar locked up with AJ Styled and muscled him into his own corner. Lesnar went in for several shoulder tackles and AJ connected with several hard elbow shots to the back of Lesnar's head. Lesnar grabbed Styles and whipped him into the opposite corner. Lesnar then turned to tag...

Corey Graves: WHAT THE....

Roman Reigns exploded out of the corner, spearing Brock Lesnar out of his boots. The crowd gasped in shock as Reigns stood up and looked at his handiwork. He sneered and rolled out of the ring. Heyman went to Reigns side and whispered something in his ear.

Jim Ross: Roman Reigns just laid out Brock Lesnar, and Paul Heyman is going with him? What is going on?

Corey Graves: I think... I think Paul Heyman has turned on his client!

Heyman and Reigns exited up the ramp as Brock Lesnar slowly ascended up the ramp, looking at the fallen Lesnar in the ring. Heyman had a malicious smile on his face. Lesnar slowly got up and looked at his advocate with a mixed look of confusion and rage. AJ Styles shrugged and grabbed Lesnar, picking him up and hitting the Styles Clash! He looked down at Lesnar with a smirk, slinking back to his corner and tagging in the Miz. The Miz looked back at Heyman with an equally confused look, but he decided to take advantage of the situation. He slowly picked Lensar back up and hit the Skull Crushing Finale.

Jim Ross: Bah Gawd, Corey! It's gotta be academic at this point.

Miz rolled Lesnar over and hooked his leg for a pin, 1.....2.....3! "I Came to Play" blasted out of the speakers as the referee raised the Miz and Styles' hands in victory.

Jim Ross: I can't believe what we've seen tonight, Corey. The Miz and AJ Styles claim a victory tonight, but an assist goes to Brock Lesnar's tag team partner Roman Reigns, and Paul Heyman of all people!

Corey Graves: And just think, we still have plenty of matches to get to still!

Wrestlemania faded to a video package for the next match.

MATCH SIX

Jim Ross: Up next, Trish Stratus defends the Women's Title against the 2016 Women's Royal Rumble winner, Alexa Bliss!

Corey Graves: Alexa has been on a roll since winning the Rumble two months ago... can she continue that momentum tonight, and walk out of Wrestlemania the new Women's Champion?

"Crushed" by Parkway Drive hit and the crowd cheered as Alexa made her way to the ring. When Alexa was in the ring, "Bossy" by Kelis hit and the crowd gave a mixed reaction as Trish Stratus stepped out onto the stage. Trish posed with the Women's Title, then made her way down the ramp. Upon entering the ring, Trish posed with the championship once more, this time taunting Alexa with the gold. The referee took the title and held it in the air, then called for the bell. The two women locked up and Alexa took Trish down with a snapmare, then stomped on her several times. She pulled Trish to her feet, and whipped her into the corner. Alexa ran at Trish, going for a corner clothesline, but Trish got her knees up and blocked it. Alexa staggered backwards, and Trish moved out of the corner, taking Alexa down with a clothesline. As Alexa got back on her feet, Trish hit her with a series of punches, then whipped her against the ropes. Trish took Alexa down with an arm drag, then went to apply the sharpshooter, but Alexa kicked her away and got to her feet. Trish ran at Alexa, but Alexa reacted quickly, hitting Trish with a spinning heel kick. Both men got to their feet and Alexa hit a snap suplex, then hooked the leg. The referee counted – 1... 2... kickout!

Corey Graves: Alexa with a near fall!

Jim Ross: Both of these women are giving it their all tonight, Corey! Neither one of them wants to lose on the grandest stage of them all!

Alexa pulled Trish to her feet and went to whip her against the ropes, but Trish reversed it, sending Alexa into the ropes. As Alexa ran back towards her, Trish took her down with a Thesz press, then hit her with repeated punches against the mat. Trish pulled Alexa to her feet and hit a neckbreaker, then hooked the leg. The referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Trish pulled Alexa to her feet and dragged her towards the corner, slamming her head against the turnbuckle. She then lifted Alexa up and hit a back drop, before going to the top rope. Trish went for a diving elbow drop... but Alexa rolled out of the way!

Jim Ross: That could have been it right there, Corey! But Alexa moved out of the way at the last second!

Corey Graves: Trish took a risk, JR... and it could prove costly!

Both women got to their feet and Alexa hit a reverse STO, then hit the Glitz Flip! She hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Alexa got to her feet and applied a keylock on Trish, but Trish was able to get to the ropes. Alexa broke the hold and pulled Trish away from the ropes, then went to reapply the keylock. Trish fought out of it, hitting Alexa with a kick to the head. Alexa looked dazed and Trish whipped her against the ropes, then took her down with a spinebuster. Trish hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Trish pulled Alexa to her feet and set her up for the Stratusfaction!

Corey Graves: Trish getting ready for the Stratusfaction... this could be it right here, JR!

Trish ran towards the ropes... but Alexa fought out of it, pushing Trish against the ropes before taking her down with a legsweep. Trish got to her feet and Alexa hit her with a DDT, then went to the top rope. Alexa signalled for the Sparkle Splash... and hit it! She hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... 3!

Jim Ross: It's over! Alexa Bliss is the new Women's Champion! What a turnaround, Corey!

The referee called for the bell and raised Alexa's arms in victory. As the referee handed Alexa the championship, Gionna Daddio and Zahra Schreiber ran to the ring and the Moonlight Dollz celebreated together, before making their way to the back.

MATCH SEVEN

Christy Hemme: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Path to Glory Championship!

The burst of static. The guitar riff. “Look in my eyes!”

The crowd cheered the arrival of CM Punk. Clad in his Gracie Jui Jitsu hoodie, he casually stolled onto the stage, checked his wrist and shouted that it was officially Clobbering Time. As he swung his fist the stage erupted in fireworks, showering him as he walked backwards down the ramp.

Jim Ross: Here comes the Straight Edge Savior, CM Punk. Despite a recent change in demeanor, still pulling a lot of support from this crowd that appreciates all he has done in this business.

Corey Graves: This is the second year in a row that Punk has competed for the PTG Title at Wrestlemania, and I’m sure he’s hoping it’s also back to back wins.

Punk climbed onto the turnbuckle and shouted that he is the best in the world, then unzipped his hoodie and sat down on the post while he waited for his opponent.

He didn’t wait for long, as the mess that is ‘Obtuse’ blared over the arena. But there was no sign of PJ Black on the ramp. Instead, eagle eyed viewers noticed a figure at the top of the tron structure.

Corey Graves: It’s PJ Black! What is he doing up there?

Jim Ross: PJ Black, a daredevil inside the ring and out, has climbed up to the top of our staging and is rappelling down the front, with the safety line hooked onto the PTG Title!

The champion made it safely to the ground and ran down the ramp, slapping the hands of front row fans. Punk did not look impressed.

Once both men were in the ring, a proper title match introduction took place.

Christy Hemme: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Chicago,Illinois, weighing in at 220 pounds, CM PUNK! And his opponent, from Cape Town, South Africa, weighing 212 pounds, he is the Path to Glory champion, PJ BLACK!

Ding ding!

The two men circled each other and locked up in the center of the ring. PJ shot around to get Punk around the waist, ran him into the ropes and rolled him backwards.

Corey Graves: O’ Connor Roll! 1! 2!

Punk kicked out, sending Black against the ropes. PJ used the momentum to rebound towards Punk and performed a sideroll into a schoolboy rollup.

Jim Ross: Punk back on the mat! 1! 2!

Punk kicked out again but Gabriel kept hold of his legs and flipped over into a bridge.

Corey Graves: Jackknife hold! 1! 2!

Punk hit Black in the ribs to knock him off balance and break the pin. He caught PJ with a knee to the face as they both got to their feet, and attempted to follow up with a kick. PJ ducked and grabbed him around the waist for a German suplex.

Jim Ross: Gabriel applying the bridge! 1! 2!

Punk broke out, PJ grabbed his arm and rolled straight into another clutch.

Corey Graves: La Majistral! 1! 2!

Jim Ross: Punk kicks out again. The Darewolf has him playing defense in the early minutes of this match.

Corey Graves: It’s a smart strategy for a champion, going for the early pinfall to save your title. Especially when that title is your fast-track to being world champion someday.

Jim Ross: Dueling dropkicks! Both men trying to get the jump on the other coming off the mat and their feet touch in the midair.

Corey Graves: And the crowd is showing their appreciation for some fine technical wrestling from their PTG Champion.

Black took a moment to soak in the cheers, giving Punk an opening to nail him across the face with a forearm. He attempted an Irish whip, Black reversed and pulled Punk into a kick to the gut, then jumped onto the ropes and sprung over his back into a sunset flip. Punk rolled through back to his feet and tried again to score a kick to the head of the seated Black. PJ ducked and kicked Punk in the back, sending him through the ropes to the floor.

Jim Ross: The Straight Edge Superstar is struggling out of the gate here, Corey.

Corey Graves: He needs to slow things down, right now he has let the champion dictate the style of the match and it just isn’t a style that Punk can match at this point in his career.

Jim Ross: Wow! Speaking of style, PJ Black just came over the top rope with a beautiful corkscrew plancha, crashing hard onto his challenger!

PJ again played to the cheering crowd. He came back to pick up CM Punk, but Punk sprang back to life and whipped PJ into the ring steps. He went sailing over them and landed in a heap. Punk pulled himself onto the apron and measured PJ as he started to get to his feet. He ran the edge and launched off to nail him with a flying knee. Punk rolled PJ into the ring. He waited on the apron for him to stand, then launched off the ropes with a springboard clothesline. He let out a primal yell to the cheers of the crowd.

Corey Graves: And just like that, the pendulum has swung.

Punk brought PJ into a seated position and brought down multiple elbow strikes into his shoulder and collarbone, pushing the referee’s five count. He broke and then went straight into a mount, now focusing his strikes on the head and face of Black. Again, the referee had to force a break. Punk waved the ref off and whipped Black into the corner. He charged and hit his jumping knee. He took the moment to gloat and PJ hooked him under the leg and exploded out of the corner into a Blue Thunder Bomb but was too groggy to hook the leg. Both men exchanged leg kicks and palm strikes as they struggled to get vertical.

Jim Ross: Black getting fired up! Roaring Elbow!

Corey Graves: Or rolling elbow, if you’re not into making fun of Japanese pronunciations.

Jim Ross: Punk wobbly, but he returns fire with a roundhouse kick! And both men go down again! We are turning out to have a real war here on our hands, Corey.

Corey Graves: You’d expect nothing less from our EBWF superstars on the biggest night of the year.

Black was to his feet first, Punk was not far behind, and rocked Black with a hard open palm strike that knocked him into the ropes. PJ came stumbling back and scooped him up onto his shoulders.

Corey Graves: CM Punk looking for the GTS!

Jim Ross: The Darewolf struggling to get free!

Black elbowed and kicked his way out of the predicament, and slid down on the outside of the ropes, landing his feet on the apron. Punk knocked him to the floor with a sharp elbow strike. Punk followed up with a suicide dive through the ropes, sending him and Black crashing into the barricade. They were slow to get up, and began groggily brawling around the ring. Black got some distance ahead, trying to catch his breath with Punk in pursuit.

Jim Ross: PJ Black jumping up and pushing against the edge of the ring. Flash kick catches Punk squarely on the jaw!

Corey Graves: And he goes tumbling over the desk into the laps of our colleagues on the German commentary team!

Joey Styles: And PJ Black is clearing off the table, which is never a good sign.

Corey Graves: Black pulling Punk up onto the table with him. He slumps him over his shoulder, looks like Black is going old school, he’s dropping him into the Hurricane DDT!

Jim Ross: Punk’s head driven into the announce table but it does not break!

Corey Graves: Sometimes that’s even worse, Joey, at least when it breaks there’s a little bit of give. He may has well have been slammed into concrete. PJ rolling in and out of the ring to break the count, that may be poor strategy to give Punk more time but a true champion doesn’t want a count out at Wrestlemania.

PJ Black climbed back onto the table and pulled Punk up into position for a powerbomb. Punk kicked his legs to reverse momentum and grabbed Black as he popped back up to his feet, lifting him onto his shoulders.

Corey Graves: And that moment of mercy comes back to bite PJ on the ass!

Jim Ross: GTS! GO! TO! SLEEP!

Black fell at Punk’s feet on the table and Punk crumpled on top of him for a moment, exhausted. CM Punk rolled off of the table and struggled to his feet, then pushed PJ onto his back.

Corey Graves: I don’t think Punk’s done yet, Joey.

Punk gingerly pulled himself onto the apron and up to the top rope. He slowly raised both of his arms to the air.

Jim Ross: CM Punk, signaling for the elbow drop he adopted in honor of the Macho Man Randy Savage. Punk goes flying through the air!

Corey Graves: And through an empty table! PJ Black rolling off at the last possible second and Punk goes crashing to the floor!

PJ Black struggled to pull the unconscious body of CM Punk off of the floor and roll him into the ring. Punk made a final attempt at coming to life with some Muay Thai chops, but Black caught him with the legsweep STO and crawled up onto the top rope.

Jim Ross: Now it’s the Darewolf’s turn to go high-risk. 450 SPLASH!

Corey Graves: It connects! He hooks both legs!

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3!

DING DING!

Christy Hemme: Here is your winner, and STILL Path to Glory Champion, PJ BLACK!

Corey Graves: That was one hell of a fight, Joey.

Jim Ross: Indeed it was, both men gave it their all tonight, but when CM Punk tried to beat Black at his own game in the high rent district, it spelled the end.

Corey Graves: And we don’t even have time to catch our breath, because our main event is coming next!

MATCH EIGHT

Corey Graves: It's time! The much anticipated matchup between Chris Jericho and Wes Ikeda!

"Oh my, here we go!"

The crowd erupted with cheers as Wes Ikeda jumped out from behind the curtain in his jeans and a Hacksaw Jim Duggan "Bros before Hoooooooooooos!" t-shirt. He scanned the massive crowd in attendance and took in the adulation before heading down to the ring.

Jim Ross: Wes Ikeda has a shot to get back to the top of the mountain here at the showcase of the immortals!

Wes stopped in the front row, and high fived five children in the front row.

Jim Ross: Two of Wes’ children and all three of Chris Jericho’s children sitting ringside here tonight, Corey!

Corey Graves: Their dad’s are set to give them one hell of a match, JR.

Ikeda got into the ring, taking his shirt off, a black wifebeater underneath. He threw his shirt into the crowd. His music faded and the pop he received was sustained as "Break the Walls Down!" blasted out of the speakers. The lights went out in the arena and Jericho's LED jacket lit up in the darkness. Jericho spun around and looked out at the cheering crowd. He smirked and headed down to the ring, the EBWF World Championship around his waist. Jericho stepped into the ring, making eye contact with Wes as he got up onto the turnbuckle. He raised the World Championship up in the air.

Corey Graves: Chris Jericho has been in this spot before, Jim. He's been in plenty of big fights, plenty of marquis matches. He's climbed to the top of the ladder and been the #1 guy. But I don't think he's ever been in a fight like this one, Jim.

Jim Ross: Chris Jericho's best friend in the industry ironically might be his biggest adversary tonight. There's a big fight feel in the atmosphere tonight. This match is years in the making.

Christy Hemme: Ladies and Gentleman, this is the main event of the evening! The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is for the EBWF World Championship! Introducing the challenger, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 245 pounds, WWWWEEEEEEESSSS IIIIKKEEEEEDDDDDAAAAA!

The amped up Texas crowd erupted for Wes. He gestured for the title belt around his waist.

Christy Hemme: And his opponent, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada and weighing in at 227 pounds, he is the EBWF World Champion, CHHHHRRIIIIISSSSSSSSS JEERRRRRIICCCHHHOOOOOOO!!!

Jericho rested the title on his shoulder and raised his arm in the air. The referee took the title belt from him. He folded it neatly and raised it in the air to all sides of the arena. He handed the World Championship to the time keeper and called for the bell.

Corey Graves: And here we go! The EBWF World Championship is on the line! Two best friends battling it out for the ultimate prize!

Ikeda and Jericho shook hands in the center of the ring. They circled each other as "This is Awesome!" chants rang out from the Wrestlemania crowd. A collar and elbow tie up started the fight, and the two struggled to gain the upper hand. Jericho straightened up and pushed Ikeda towards the corner. Wes' back touched the corner and the referee got between the two and forced them to break the tie up. Jericho backed away. with his hands up, allowing Wes to get out of the corner. Wes opted for the sportsman's route and simply re-engaged with the lock up. The two struggled back and forth, and Wes finally got the upper hand by getting underneath Jericho and hitting him with a bridging northern lights suplex for a two count. Ikeda followed up quickly into a headlock, and Jericho wrestled himself out of it. Jericho caught him with a hard kick to the gut and threw him into the ropes. He went for a clothesline on the follow up, but Ikeda ducked underneath and hit the opposite end. He leapt up on the return, hitting Jericho square in the chest with a shoulder block, sending him to the mat.

Jim Ross: Jericho probably doesn't want this match to reach a frenetic pace, that style tends to favor Ikeda.

Ikeda followed up and dropped a couple elbows on Jericho before he got to his feet. Jericho blocked a few of the hits but still got up to a standing vertical base. The crowd cheered as the two exchanged rights and lefts. Jericho got the upper hand in the exchange of blows, sending Ikeda stumbling back towards the ropes. Jericho hit a standing enzuigiri that tied Ikeda's arms up into the top and middle ropes. The fans cheered as Jericho pounded away on Ikeda, who helplessly took the blows to the head.

Corey Graves: The fans are loving the aggression between these two favorites! This match is starting to get intense.

Ikeda fought out from the ropes just as Jericho charged at him. Wes lifted him up and hit a reverse atomic drop on the champion, sending him to the mat. Ikeda picked Jericho up and went for a veritical suplex, but Jericho hooked his leg to stop the suplex, and reversed it into a brain buster. Jericho quickly drop kicked Ikeda in the knee before he could get back up to a vertical base. Without hesitation, he locked Ikeda's leg in a grapevine hold.

Jim Ross: Ikeda has pretty well documented leg problems. A veteran like Chris Jericho would be foolish not to zero in on that weakness, and it looks like he has.

Jim Ross: Ikeda struggled to get towards the ropes, his face red from the pain. After inching enough to the side, Wes got a hold of the ropes and the referee forced Jericho to break the hold. Ikeda inched back towards the corner turnbuckle and helped himself get up. The referee kept Jericho back, but it was no use. Jericho charged forward and Ikeda leapfrogged him, sending Jericho crashing into the turnbuckle corner. The crowd cheered at the carnage. Ikeda rolled the stunned Jericho up into a small package and got a two count. Ikeda picked Jericho up, but Jericho clipped him in the leg again. Ikeda fell to the mat, his face contorted with agony. Jericho grabbed Wes' legs and went for the Walls of Jericho, but Wes gave Jericho a bicycle kick straight to the jaw from the supine position. Jericho stumbled back and grabbed a hold of the ropes to remain in a standing position. Ikeda got up and limped towards the champion, and they locked up in the center of the ring. Ikeda got the upper hand and got Jericho in a headlock. Y2J wriggled himself free and dropped down, hitting a hard forearm into the back of Wes' injured knee, causing him to crumple back to the mat. Jericho aggressively stomped the challenger, putting the boots to him as hard as he could.

Jim Ross: Chris Jericho is channeling a much more aggressive, vicious side to ensure this match is a victory.

Corey Graves: That's what you've got to do, JR. In a match against a guy like Wes Ikeda, you've got to dig deep and use everything in your arsenal, even if it doesn't necessarily brand you as a "good sport". It's about winning here in the EBWF.

Jericho picked up Wes and hoisted him up onto his shoulder, charging towards the corner. He threw Wes towards the ringpost, but Wes put his hands up to stop the impact. He whipped around and swung at Jericho, clocking him in the jaw, sending him stumbling back towards the middle of the ring. Wes then hopped onto the second turnbuckle and springboarded back towards Jericho, who was waiting for him and caught him in mid-air with a Codebreaker!

Jim Ross: My God! Mid air Codebreaker! That's gotta be it!

Jericho dropped to the mat and hooked Wes leg, getting a very long two count.

Corey Graves: Wes Ikeda is not done yet! Most men wouldn't get a shoulder up in ten after that move, let alone 3!

Jericho argued with the referee for a moment before rolling Wes towards the edge of the ring. He ran off the ropes and hit a baseball slide into Wes abdomen, sending him down to the ringside floor with a thud. He walked angrily over to the spanish announce table, disassembling it to the delight of the fans. The crowd roared as Jericho ripped off the cover, threw the monitors off the table, clearing off the lights and all of the announce equipment. He grabbed Wes and lifted him up onto the table, then climbed up to stand on it himself. The Wrestlemania fans were at a fever pitch as Jericho picked Wes up and tucked him in for a vertical suplex. He lifted Wes up but Wes reversed the suplex, instead flapjacking Jericho face first onto the table!

Corey Graves: Oh God! The table didn't break! Jericho is going to feel that in the morning.

Wes hopped off the table and gave Jericho a few hard shots to the temple with his fist before climbing up to the apron. The audience knew something spectacular was about to occur, and the noise got even louder. To their delight, Wes climbed up the turnbuckles one by one until he was standing on the top rope.

Jim Ross: No way. Wes, don't do it! Wes is going to throw caution to the wind here!

Wes turned to face the inside of the ring, looking over his shoulder at Jericho to measure him up. He looked out at the ecstatic crowd, did a sign of the cross on himself, and leapt off the top turnbuckle into a perfect moonsault that hit Jericho dead on, causing both men to crash to the floor amongst the wreckage of the destroyed announce table. The crowd thundered with cheers, approving the carnage.

Jim Ross: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! WES IKEDA JUST RISKED IT ALL TO TAKE OUT JERICHO!

Corey Graves: Neither man will stop! Friendship be damned, this is what the EBWF is all about!

Both men were motionless outside the ring, the referee not bothering to count them out at this point.

Corey Graves: You've got to respect the referee's decision to let these men do what they came here to do, and not try to end this match on a technicality. Wes Ikeda vs. Chris Jericho, there needs to be a winner tonight!

"This is Awesome!" chants roared from the crowd, enjoying the display of athleticism from Ikeda and Jericho. Wes was finally the first to stir, dragging himself to the curtain and using it to get himself up to a vertical base. He limped over to Jericho and grabbed him by the hair, picking him up. The two exchanged shots outside the ring. The punches turned into bombs as the two staggered with each shot. Wes finally took a wild swing that Jericho ducked underneath. Wes overcompensated on his hard swing and spun around 180 degrees, and Jericho capitalized by grabbing Wes by the waist and hitting a snap German suplex onto the unforgiving floor. The crowd gasped as Wes folded up like an accordion. Jericho rolled Ikeda into the ring and stepped through the ropes. Jericho went for a pin and got a two count. He rolled over and picked Wes up. Wes sprung up and hit a leaping inverted flatliner on Jericho, rolling him over into another two count.

Jim Ross: Back and forth, these two titans are giving it all they've got!

Wes picked Jericho up and set him up for It's Time to Go. Jericho freed up his legs and shifted his weight, landing behind Wes and whipping him around. He grabbed Wes' legs and dropped him to the mat, turning him over into the Walls of Jericho. The Champion leaned back into the submission hold, causing Wes to scramble frantically.

Jim Ross: Wes is locked in the Walls of Jericho! He's in the middle of the ring! It's going to be hard to get out of this! Jericho may have retained the championship here!

Wes reached out as far as he could, grasping desperately for the ropes. He was inches away from the the rope, and Jericho shifted his weight and stood up, pulling Wes back to the center.

Corey Graves: So close! Wes was within inches! I think it might be academic at this point.

Wes' hand hovered above the mat, ready to tap out. Instead he pushed himself up. He moved his legs and and got them onto Jericho's chest. With a hard kick of both of his legs, Jericho flew backwards, hitting the back of his head against the closest turnbuckle. He slumped down into a sitting position, stunned. The crowd swelled with anticipation as Wes quickly limped over to the adjacent corner. He hopped up to the top rope and measured Jericho up quickly before leaping off with reckless abandon.

Jim Ross: Can he do it?!

Ikeda connected with a perfect Coast to Coast, hitting Jericho square in the jaw. The crowd erupted with cheers as Wes pulled Jericho by the legs away from the corner and hooked the leg. 1....2....

Corey Graves: I don't believe it!

3!

Jim Ross: Wes Ikeda has done it!

The referee called for the bell as "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown blasted from the speakers. The crowd was cheering loudly as Christy Hemme announced him as the winner.

Jim Ross: Wes Ikeda has climbed to the top of the mountain! Against his best friend the wrestling business, Wes Ikeda has put the period at the end of one incredible match by hitting a spectacular Coast to Coast and claiming the EBWF World Championship!

Wes allowed the referee to present him with the championship. The crowd was still roaring, and the referee raised Wes’ arm as he held the belt up with the other. Wes moved to climb the turnbuckle, raising the championship above his head. The crowd popped as he got down and moved back toward Jericho who was leaning in the opposite corner now. Wes reached out his hand, and Jericho took it. The two men were speaking to each other, but the camera didn’t pick up their words. Both appeared to be full of emotion, and Wes hugged Jericho much to the crowd’s approval. Wes turned from him, and Jericho took two steps out of the corner before…

Jim Ross: Bah Gawd! Bah Gawd! Wes Ikeda! Wes Ikeda just drilled Chris Jericho in the head with the EBWF Championship. Jericho is down! Jericho is down! What the hell? What the hell, Wes?

Wes Ikeda: You think you can have it all? You think you know me so well, huh?

The crowd seemed to cheer louder at first, amazed that Wes, who had previously seemed unturnable, had finally turned back to the dark side. Wes dropped the championship in the center of the ring and went to the outside.

Jim Ross: What are you doing? What are you doing, Wes? He’s your friend! That’s your best friend!

Wes was moving toward Christy Hemme, but turned on JR.

Wes Ikeda: Shut up, JR! Shut up!

Wes glared at Christy.

Wes Ikeda: Get up!

Christy Hemme: Wes, no… no.. Wes.

Wes was moving in on her, and she got up despite her better judgement. Wes grabbed her chair, and folded it closed before rolling back into the ring. Jericho had gotten back up to his knees, and Wes was limping pretty badly after the hellacious match. He wound up and hit Jericho across the back with the chair. The crowd was growing mixed now, and Wes rolled Jericho over, straddling him and laying hard punches into his head. Wes held onto him by the hair and kept punching away. Wes only let up to go back to get the chair. Jericho was wide eyed and rolled over to his side, trying to get up. Wes waited.

Jim Ross: My God, my God, Corey, Chris Jericho has been busted open.

Jericho staggered to his feet and Wes hit him with a chair shot to the head. Then he dropped the chair, and looked down at Jericho’s body. He grabbed Jericho by the hair again and helped him to his feet. Then he threw him out of the ring. Jericho went sliding into the barricade, and Wes helped him up again.

Corey Graves: Someone has to stop this. Somebody…

Wes threw Jericho into the steel steps and then he looked down at his hands, thick with blood.

Wes went to pick Jericho up again, but he heard a voice from the front row.

“Dad! Dad, what are you doing?! Dad! Why, Dad?”

Jim Ross: That’s Blaine Ikeda you hear, just feet away from this carnage. He’s asking his father what he’s doing, and I think we’d all like to know!

Wes was still staring at his hands, and then the camera panned as his gaze shifted upward and his eyes landed on his son.

Wes Ikeda: You don’t understand!

Jim Ross: We don’t! We couldn’t possibly! What is the meaning of this. Chris Jericho’s blood is on Wes’ face. It’s on his chest, all over his hand. Oh no…

Wes’ attention had turned to Jericho’s 3 children, still hanging over the guardrail. Wes methodically approached Ash, the eldest, and raised both of his hands to the little boy’s face.

Corey Graves: That’s Chris Jericho’s 12 year old son.

Wes leaned in closely, pressing his nose against the young man’s temple, he said something not picked up by the camera and when he pulled away, his handprints were left in blood stained marks on the boy’s cheeks. That was when the crowd finally turned on him. The boos reigned down as Wes laughed and then leaned into the ring only long enough to retrieve the championship. “Sound of Madness” was playing again.

Jim Ross: I don’t think there is anything Ikeda will ever be able to say to make me understand his actions here tonight.

Corey Graves: Maybe we don’t need to understand it. Maybe the only thing we need to understand is that this is our new EBWF World Champion.

Jim Ross: Disgraceful.

Wes stood on the stage, in front of the massive Wrestlemania set holding the World Championship up high as Wrestlemania went off the air.
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