The show started to a cold open as "Psycho Killer" hit the PA and Ciampa started out to the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to EBWF Warfare! I'm Mauro Ranallo and with me is Corey Graves! Tonight kicks off the Tag Team Classic, but first Tommaso Ciampa will take on...
"Here's to the Greatest....."
Mauro Ranallo: Oh good grief.
Corey Graves: What's wrong Mauro? You don't love, love? This is the greatest power couple of our generation!
Mauro Ranallo: Give me a break.
Corey Graves: Just because you haven't found the kind of happiness that Mike and Maria have doesn't mean that...
Graves was interrupted by Christy Hemme announcing the match, and after she exited the ring, the bell rang.
Mauro Ranallo: Now, if we can get on with it Corey.
Ciampa came in hot, slinging Kanellis into the turnbuckle and pounding away. Mike tried to fight back with some chops, and he did a reversal, trading places with Ciampa by tossing him into the corner. Mike climbed the turnbuckle and landed some mounted punches. Ciampa tossed Mike off, and Kanellis rolled to the outside. Maria was waiting to check on him.
Corey Graves: Maria showing so much concern for her beloved.
Ciampa came from around the corner with a lariat for Mike which sent Maria into a panic. Ciampa tossed Mike back into the ring, but when he went in himself he got ran into a boot. Mike helped Ciampa to his feet, and clocked him with a forearm. He whipped Ciampa off the ropes but Tommaso came back and ran him over with a lariat in return before clotheslining him over the top rope to the outside.
Mauro Ranallo: Ciampa is going out right after him!
Ciampa put Kanellis into the barricade, and hit him with chops against his chest, before rolling him back into the ring once more. Mike came back with clubbing blows and a kick to the chest. Ciampa whipped him off the ropes into a corner exploder suplex. Tommaso backed up, to charge at Mike, but Maria slid in under the bottom rope to shield him.
Corey Graves: That's commitment!
Mauro Ranallo: Maria is interfering in this match!
Corey Graves: She's protecting her husband! She's protecting their love!
The referee asked her to leave the ring, and when Maria hesitated he threw her out completely. She threw a hissy fit, but eventually relented. Ciampa helped Mike up from mat and hit a sidewalk slam before locking in the fujiwara armbar. It had happened so fast the referee hadn't even gotten into position before Kanellis was tapping and the match was over!
Corey Graves: Are you kidding me?!
Mauro Ranallo: Ciampa wins! I guess the power of love wasn't with Mike and Maria today!
Mauro Ranallo: It's time, Corey! The 2017 Tag Team Classic kicks off with The Miz and AJ Styles versus Kevin Owens and Samoa Joe.
Owens and Joe came to the ring first, followed by Miz and AJ. AJ and Owens started the match, and as the bell rang Owens hit Styles with a flurry of punches. Owens then went to whip AJ against the ropes, but Styles reversed the Irish whip, sending Owens into the ropes. As Owens ran back towards him, Styles hit a dropkick, then as both men got to their feet, Styles hit a swinging neckbreaker. AJ hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! AJ pulled Owens to his feet and set him up for a suplex, but Owens blocked it, countering with a suplex of his own. Owens got to his feet and stomped on Styles several times, then sat him up, applying a headlock. Styles broke out of it, and as both men got to their feet, they exchanged right hands back and forth. Styles gained the upper hand, and he set Owens up for a DDT, but Owens blocked it, then lifted Styles up and hit the Go Home Driver. Owens hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Owens dragged Styles to the corner and tagged in Samoa Joe, then Joe and Owens double-teamed Styles.
Corey Graves: Samoa Joe and Kevin Owens keeping AJ trapped in the corner!
The referee ordered Owens to exit the ring, and as Owens moved onto the ring apron, Joe dragged AJ out of the corner. He pulled AJ to his feet and whipped him against the ropes, then hit a Samoan drop. AJ got back to his feet, and Joe lifted him up for a powerbomb, but AJ countered with a hurricanrana!
Mauro Ranallo: Phenomenal counter from the Phenomenal One!
Both men got to their feet and Joe went for a clothesline, but AJ ducked out of the way, then hit him with the Pele kick! Miz called for the tag, and AJ tagged him in. Upon entering the ring, Miz hit Joe with a series of punches, then hit a snap DDT. He hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Miz got to his feet and stomped on Joe several times, then went to apply the figure four leglock. Joe kicked him away and got to his feet. Miz hit Joe with a kick to the midsection, and set him up for a snapmare driver, but Joe blocked it, then hit a dragon suplex! Both men got to their feet, and Joe whipped Miz against the ropes. As Miz hit the ropes, AJ went for the blind tag, and as Miz ran back towards him, Joe hit a sidewalk slam. Styles then jumped onto the top rope, hitting Joe with the Phenomenal Forearm! Styles hooked the leg, and Owens entered the ring to try and break up the count, but Miz hit him with a drop toe hold as the referee counted – 1... 2... 3!
Corey Graves: It's over! Miz and AJ get the victory!
Mauro Ranallo: Great teamwork from these two former World Champions!
Miz and Styles celebrated as Warfare went to a commercial break.
As Warfare returned from a commercial break, Michael Cole made his way to the ring. The crowd booed as Cole headed down the ramp.
Corey Graves: What is Michael Cole doing out here, Mauro?
Mauro Ranallo: I’m not sure, Corey! But it looks like we’re about to find out…
Cole grabbed a microphone and entered the ring.
Michael Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, I have an important announcement to make! I have just been informed that the new General Manager of EBWF is here tonight!
The crowd cheered in anticipation. Cole pulled an envelope out from his jacket pocket.
Michael Cole: In my hand is a letter from the Board of Directors, confirming our new General Manager. And I’ve been given the honor of announcing him or her. So without further ado…
Cole was interrupted by “I Hope You Suffer” and the crowd popped huge as Jimmy Havoc headed to the ring.
Corey Graves: What is Havoc doing out here?!
Mauro Ranallo: Well he’s the reason Chris Jericho is no longer GM, Corey… maybe he wants to make sure he gets off on the right foot with Jericho’s replacement.
Havoc grabbed a microphone, then entered the ring. His music was cut and the self-proclaimed King of the Goths began to speak.
Jimmy Havoc: I did away with the awful, Just awful Chris Jericho regime at Fanniversary and I’m here to make sure our new GM is fair and isn’t a total megalomaniac. Michael, who is it?
Michael Cole: Well if you hadn’t interrupted me, I was about to make the announcement.
Cole went to open the envelope, but Havoc snatched it off him.
Michael Cole: Hey! Give it back!
Havoc opened the envelope and took out the paper inside, give it a look and smiled. He put it back in the envelope and put it in his back pocket.
Michael Cole: Give it to me!
Jimmy Havoc: I don’t think you want to know!
Michael Cole reached behind Havoc and pulled out the envelope, opened it up and proudly raised the microphone to his mouth.
Michael Cole: Our new General Manager is...JIMMY HAVOC?!
Jimmy smiled wide as the crowd cheered. Michael Cole looked shocked.
Jimmy Havoc: Oh, that’s what that says! Oh okay! Don’t mind if I do!
Michael Cole:...but!
Jimmy Havoc: No buts. Get out of here before I fire you!
Michael Cole scurried out of the ring and up the ramp.
Jimmy Havoc: So, I’m the new General Manager…
“Break The Walls Down” blasted throughout the arena as Jimmy Havoc was interrupted. Jericho rushed to the ring, grabbed a microphone, then yelled as he entered the ring.
Chris Jericho: Cut my music! Are you serious, Jimmy? You really think you can handle being GM?
Jimmy sat on the top rope.
Jimmy Havoc: Yeah, why not.
Chris Jericho: You don’t deserve to be GM, Jimmy! You don’t even deserve to be in the same ring as me!
Jimmy Havoc: You mean the same ring I beat your ass in at Fanniversary? You seem to have some short term memory loss, signs of getting old Chris.
Jericho looked furious, his face was reddening with anger.
Chris Jericho: You got lucky, damn it! I am a better wrestler than you will ever be, and I was a better General Manager than you could ever dream of being!
Jimmy Havoc: Nah, I don’t think so. I think I’m a better wrestler and a better General Manager.
Chris Jericho: I think… I think I’m going to kick your ass!
Jericho clenched his fist and was about to throw a punch, but Havoc held his hand up and signalled for him to stop.
Jimmy Havoc: You shall not put your hands on the General Manager. Ever. I have and will use the power to terminate your right to work here. Chris, you seem to think I will be awful at this job. Really? Someone who is with modern day wrestling who has his finger on the precipice of what the fans what. Do you know what the fans want because I think I have a good idea!
The crowd cheered.
Jimmy Havoc: Whilst I am now GM I seem to remember you putting me with Brawler for the Tag Team Classic! You remember that? Well now I’m far too busy and it seems your schedule just opened up!
Chris shook his head furiously.
Jimmy Havoc: Oh Yes! Chris! Next week, opening the show! Noam Dar and Tyler Breeze, The Gorgeous Guys take on...Brooklyn Brawler and Chris Jericho!
The crowd cheered. Jericho continued to shake his head.
Chris Jericho: Jimmy…
Havoc cut him off.
Jimmy Havoc: It’s Mr Havoc to you… Christopher.
Jericho scowled.
Chris Jericho: You’re going to regret this, Jimmy. Because next week, Noam Dar and Tyler Breeze are going to get their asses kicked!
Jimmy Havoc: Yeah yeah, whatever Chris. Let’s hope you remember how to wrestle eh? And again, it’s Mr. Havoc and if you dare call me Jimmy or James one more time, you’ll be without pay!
Jimmy went to turn around.
Jimmy Havoc: Oh and one more thing. I know you’re not high on media days and interviews so how about this…
Jimmy looked straight on hardcam.
Jimmy Havoc: If TMZ, CNN or WON or whoever want interview time with Jericho, maybe a promo piece or where he sells some products on QVC. Whatever you name it, Chris is interested because if he doesn’t well, he’s gonna regret everything. Thanks!
Jimmy dropped the mic and walked out the ring, leaving Jericho protesting furiously.
Mauro Ranallo: Up next, our main event... the new World Champion PJ Black teams with the man he beat in a tables match a few weeks ago, Eli Drake... they take on the self-proclaimed "Best Friends", Trent Barreta and Chuck Taylor!
Trent and Chuck came out first to a warm reception from the crowd. Eli Drake came out next to a mixed reaction from the fans, and finally, PJ Black came out to a chorus of boos. Black didn’t seem to care though, and upon entering the ring he held up his World Title proudly. The referee took the championship from PJ, then called for the bell. Black ordered Drake to stand on the ring apron, then locked up with Trent, who was starting the match for his team.
Mauro Ranallo: Before this match, PJ made it clear that he was less than thrilled to be teaming with Eli Drake... he basically told Eli to stay out of the way!
Corey Graves: PJ wants to win this tournament, Mauro, and he doesn't trust Eli Drake... with all due respect to Drake, Black is a much more experienced superstar!
Trent applied a headlock, but Black countered with a hammerlock, then whipped Trent against the ropes. He took Trent down with an arm drag, then as Trent got back to his feet, PJ hit an enzuigiri. He followed it up with a Russian legsweep, then hit a spinning leg drop. He hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout!
Corey Graves: See, Mauro? PJ doesn't need Eli Drake!
Black got to his feet and stomped on Trent several times, then pulled him to his feet and hit a suplex. Both men got to their feet and Black whipped Trent against the ropes, then went for a jumping back kick. Trent ducked out of the way, then grabbed Black from behind, hitting a German suplex. Trent tagged in Chuck Taylor, who entered the ring and hit Black with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex, followed by a kip up. As Black got back to his feet, Taylor went for a clothesline, but PJ ducked out of the way and hit a spin-out powerbomb.
Mauro Ranallo: Black to the Future!
He hooked both legs and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Black got to his feet, and Eli signalled for a tag, but PJ shook his head and stomped on Taylor several times, before pulling him to his feet and hitting a neckbreaker. PJ hooked the leg once more – 1... 2... kickout! Black pulled Taylor to his feet and hit a series of punches, then went to whip Taylor against the ropes. Taylor reversed the Irish whip, sending Black into the ropes, then as Black ran back towards him, Taylor hit a dropkick. Both men got to their feet and Taylor went for the Awful Waffle, but Black blocked it, countering with a jawbreaker. He then hit a brainbuster, and went to the top rope, signalling for the 450 Splash! Black hit it, and as he hooked the leg Eli Drake ran across the ring, knocking Trent off the ring apron. The referee counted – 1... 2... 3!
Corey Graves: It's over! PJ Black wins this match single-handedly!
As the referee called for the bell, Drake tried to celebrate with PJ, but PJ shoved him away and exited the ring. Black celebrated his victory on the ramp as Warfare went off the air.
