SEGMENT
As the show opened, Chris Jericho was standing in the centre of the ring. Jericho was holding a sign that said "Conspiracy Victim", which he held in the air before placing it in the corner. Jericho had brought a bunch of other signs to the ring with him, which featured protest messages such as "Hijack Warfare" and "Corruption 3:16". After pacing back and forth around the ring, Jericho began to speak.

Chris Jericho: Once again, I have been the victim of a conspiracy! If the numbers for the Elimination Chamber are truly drawn at random, as we're lead to believe, that means I had a 33% chance of being one of the two men to start the Elimination Chamber match at Fallout. But as long as Stone Cold is running the show, the odds are never in my favour, are they? I was the first man in, and the first man out. I should have been the last man standing, but once again, Austin screwed me. A few months ago, I threatened to hijack Warfare. Since then, things have only gotten worse. So tonight, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to hijack the show! Austin, until you come out here and we resolve the issues that have been building between us since you became the General Manager... I'm taking over Warfare!

Jericho grabbed his signs and began handing them to members of the crowd. He handed out all the signs except for his "Conspiracy Victim" sign, which he carried above his head. As Jericho walked around the ring, rallying the select few members of the crowd he had persuaded to join his protest, "Glass Shatters" by Disturbed hit and the crowd cheered as Stone Cold Steve Austin stepped out onto the stage. Austin appeared to be amused rather than irritated by Jericho's protest. Once his music was cut, the General Manager began to speak.

Steve Austin: Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look right now, Jericho? I may not like you, but I still respected you, and right now, you're making a fool of yourself! You wanna talk, but down your damn sign, get your ass back in that ring, and we'll talk.

Jericho re-entered the ring, talking the sign with him. Shaking his head, Austin walked down the ramp, entering the ring and standing face to face with Jericho.

Steve Austin: Do you really think you're a conspiracy victim, Jericho? Do you really think I care about you enough to conspire against you?

Jericho nodded. Austin laughed.

Steve Austin: Well damn son, you're even dumber than I thought. What do you think this little protest of yours is going to accomplish? Do you think I'm going to put you in the main event of WrestleMania? Because that's not gonna happen. As far as I'm concerned, the WrestleMania main event is now set. PJ Black will defend the EBWF World Title against Samoa Joe.

Chris Jericho: It's not about the World Title any more, Steve. Because at Fallout, I realised something. As long as you're in charge, I'm never going to be World Champion again. Because you're going to keep finding ways to hold me down. And I'm not going to stand for that. I know you're not going to put me in the main event of Wrestlemania, so I want you to do the next best thing. I want you to resign, Steve. The EBWF needs a General Manager that can be trusted.

Steve Austin: So you want me to step down, huh? Do you think you can do a better job of running EBWF, Chris? Is that what this is about?

Chris Jericho: I know I can do a better job of running EBWF, Steve. I ran this company for the better part of two years, and things ran a lot more smoothly when I was calling the shots. I want you to step down for the good of EBWF.

Steve Austin: So let me get this straight... you don't think me being in charge is good for EBWF? Well there are nearly 12,000 people here in Albuquerque tonight, let's see what they think. If you think Stone Cold Steve Austin should step down as EBWF General Manager, gimme a Hell Yeah!

The crowd was almost silent.

Steve Austin: Well there you have it, Chris. You might not like the way I'm running things, but these people do. And I care a lot more about what they think than what you think. As my old buddy Vince would say, there's no chance in hell I'm stepping down.

The crowd cheered, and Jericho began to yell.

Chris Jericho: Quiet!! I'm warning you, Austin, if you don't resign, I will make your life hell.

Steve Austin: That sounded like a threat. Are you threatening me, Jericho?

Austin got right in Jericho's face. Jericho looked intimidated.

Steve Austin: Do you want to fight me, Jericho?

Jericho took a step back.

Chris Jericho: You know I want to fight you, Austin. I challenged you to a match at Christmas Eve of Destruction, remember? But you got The Rock to fight your battle for you, because you're "retired". You know your knees wouldn't be able to take it if I put you in the Walls of Jericho, so you daren't risk fighting me.

Steve Austin: You know, it's funny you should mention that, because I had to go to the doctors for a check-up last week. And all things considered, except for my liver, I'm in pretty good health. I'm certainly in good enough shape to kick your ass. So with Wrestlemania just three weeks away, maybe it's time I came out of retirement so we can settle this once and for all.

The crowd cheered, excited at the prospect of seeing Stone Cold wrestle one more time. Jericho looked stunned.

Chris Jericho: Are you challenging me to a match at Wrestlemania, Steve?

Steve Austin: On one condition. If I win, you have to leave the EBWF.

Chris Jericho: What?!

Jericho instantly regretted saying that. The crowd responded by chanting "What?!"

Steve Austin: You want me to step down, so why don't you put your money where your mouth is. Austin versus Jericho at Mania. If you win, I'll resign as the General Manager and you can go back to running EBWF. If I win, you never wrestle for EBWF again. Albuquerque, if that's a match you wanna see at Wrestlemania, gimme a Hell Yeah!

This time, the crowd responded with a "Hell Yeah!"

Steve Austin: What do you say, Chris? Do you think you've got what it takes to beat the Texas Rattlesnake?

In spite of himself, Jericho couldn't help but smirk.

Chris Jericho: If that's what it'll take to get you out of EBWF... challenge accepted!

Jericho dropped the microphone, then through his "Conspiracy Victim" sign at Austin. Austin deflected it, but as he did so, Jericho grabbed him and hit a Codebreaker! "Break The Walls Down" hit and Jericho exited the ring, a sly grin on his face as he made his way up the ramp.

Joey Styles: I don't believe it, Corey... Stone Cold Steve Austin returns to the ring at Wrestlemania against Chris Jericho, and the loser will walk away from EBWF!

MATCH ONE
As Warfare returned from a video package promoting WrestleMania, JTG’s music finished playing as he took off his signature leather jacket.

“SAWFT is a Sin” by CFO$ played as Enzo Amore came down the ramp microphone in hand.

“MY NAME IS ENZO AMORE, I’M A CERTIFIED G AND A BONAFIDE STUD AND YOU CANT TEACH THAT!”

The crowd followed and mimicked his every word.

He got into the ring and looked at JTG and pointed at him.

“LOOKS LIKE WE GOTTA HAAATER. A SUCKA HATER”

JTG rushed at Enzo as he ducked the line, landed a few jabs and dropped JTG to the floor. Enzo danced around the ring in celebration.

Corey Graves: I wish Enzo would Just-Totally-Go!

Joey Styles: That was...actually pretty good for you Corey!

Corey Graves: You think so...Joey...The-Goober?

Joey Styles: You had it and you lost it.

JTG had gotten back to his feet and ran at Enzo and Enzo hit a back body drop. JTG got up and staggered into the corner.

Enzo signalled for the end and hit the Tornado DDT!

Joey Styles: Could be it right here!

1...2...3!

Joey Styles: Looks like JTG-Totally-GotBeat.

Corey Graves: Oh god.

Enzo celebrated on the turnbuckle as Warfare cut to commercial.

SEGMENT
The camera cut back to the garage of the Tingley Coliseum, a hot pink Chevrolet Camaro pulled up through the open entrance, and it stopped just in front of the camera. A man in an EBWF staff shirt rushed to the driver's side door and waited patiently as it opened. Natalya stood up out of the car in a black skirt suit with a pink under shirt. She took her sunglasses off and put them on her head, draping the EBWF Women's Championship over her shoulder. The staffer took her rolling luggage bag away as another assistant hopped into her car to park it. She looked over her shoulder and barked a demand at the valet driver.

Natalya: Hey! Make sure you park that where it won't get dinged. If I see a single scratch on that paint, you can forget about keeping this job that you need to live.

With that, she huffed and turned around, heading in to the arena. She walked with purpose up through the garage and into the backstage area. She was stopped by Renee Young who called out her name, mic in hand.

Renee Young: Natalya, a lot of people are wondering if you had any follow up about your controversial decision to deny Liv Morgan her title shot at Wrestlemania.

Natalya rolled her eyes and turned her attention to Renee with a sneer.

Natalya: I believe my words spoke for themselves, Renee. That little bag of New Jersey trash will get a Wrestlemania title match over my dead body. Besides, I have more important things to do than waste my time with Liv Morgan. Come to think of it, I have more important things to do than waste my time talking to you.

Nattie brushed past Renee Young and proceeded into the backstage area as the camera returned back to the ring for the next match.

MATCH TWO
As Warfare returned from a commercial break, Eva Marie was in the ring for the next match.

Joey Styles: Welcome back. Up next, we've got Eva Marie in action as she takes on the former Women's Champion, Alexa Bliss!

"Crushed" by Parkway Drive hit and Alexa Bliss came out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. When Alexa was in the ring, the referee called for the bell and the two women locked up. Alexa took Eva down with a snapmare, then stomped on her several times. She pulled Eva to her feet and whipped her against the ropes, then hit an over the shoulder arm drag. Eva got back to her feet and Alexa took her down with a legsweep, then applied a keylock.

Corey Graves: An aggressive start by Alexa Bliss!

Eva managed to get her foot on the ropes, and Alexa broke the hold. She pulled Eva to her feet and her a forearm smash, then whipped her into the corner. Alexa ran at Eva, hitting a corner dropkick, then as Eva staggered out of the corner, Alexa hit a chokehold STO. She hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Alexa got to her feet and hit the Insult to Injury, then hooked the leg once more. The referee counted – 1... 2... again Eva Marie kicked out! Alexa got to her feet and yelled at the referee in frustration.

Joey Styles: I sense Alexa is about to get even more aggressive, Corey!

As Alexa argued with the referee, Eva rolled her up with a schoolgirl! Alexa kicked out at the count of 2, then as both women got to their feet, Alexa kicked Eva hard in the midsection, knocking the wind out of her opponent. Alexa then hit a DDT, before going to the top rope and hitting the Twisted Bliss! She hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... 3!

Corey Graves: A dominant performance by Alexa Bliss, and a deserved victory for the Five Feet of Fury!

SEGMENT
The cameras returned from a short commercial break, taking us backstage out into the parking garage of the Tingley Coliseum in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The parking garage was already heavily lined with Superstars cars who had matches this evening for Warfare. A large black truck rolled into view suddenly. The truck was jacked up with a lift kit, it had rally lights across the roll bar on the top of the truck, along with more rally lights on the steel grill of the truck. The windows were darkly tinted and the truck rumbled obnoxiously because it had a custom exhaust on it. The truck appeared to be a newer model with several customizations done to it. The truck slowed its speed as it seemed to look for a place to park. After circling the garage the truck left and drove into the parking lot outside. The camera continued to follow the truck to see who was arriving for Warfare. The engine revved which made a thunderous noise you could feel in your core. The black truck came to a stop by a hot pink 2016 Chevrolet Camaro. The pink Camaro was parked crooked on purpose so no one else could park on either side of it. The truck's passenger side door opened and out hopped Liv Morgan. Liv slid down off the truck since it was so tall and she was quite short at only 5'3. Liv straightened out her clothes and turned to look over the pink Camaro. Her eyes almost lit up with an idea.

Liv: Hey Z, you sticking around for awhile tonight?

Zahra: Yeah... why?

Zahra could barely be heard by the cameras over the loud truck idling.

Liv: I got an idea. I'ma need you around for what I got in mind.

Liv turned and walked to the back of the truck without further explanation. Liv pulled the handle on the tailgate of the truck and it dropped down with a loud thud. She climbed up the back and grabbed an oversized duffel bag before she tossed it out of the truck. Zahra opened the back window of the truck and gave Liv a weird look.

Zahra: What the hell are you doing, Liv?! Whose car is that?

Liv smirked.

Liv: It's Nattie's car, Z. Looks like we not only found our spineless champion, she also parks like an asshole. Don'tcha just hate that?

Zahra: Well yeah but-

Liv: Listen Zar, If she is going to take from me... well, I'm going to return the favor and take from her. She's not gonna smash and grab my Mania moment and not pay for it! She may walk all over her former best friend Trish Stratus, and Trish will just take it. But that ain't me. You steal from me and I bash yo' face in! Since she won't let me get my hands on her, I'll just have to find other ways to get to our pathetic excuse for a champion.

Liv turned and tossed some chains out of the truck as well.

Zahra: C'mon Liv this isn't a good idea...

Liv visibly shrugged off Zahra's concerns.

Liv: She doesn't know, Zahra, she doesn't know!! I'm not the one to mess with. She may get her way with everyone else, but NOT with me! I'm from the 201 and she knows nothin' 'bout that... but she finna find out real quick!

Zahra: Maybe just ask her again to sign the contract?

Liv stopped for a moment and thought about it. She shook her head no.

Liv: It's too late, yo. I gave her a choice at Fallout. She made her decision. Now she is going to pay for it just like I promised. I'm done asking. Now, it's time for taking!

Liv hopped off the back of the huge truck and dusted herself off. She slammed the tailgate shut and walked over to the duffle bag. Liv unzipped the bag and smiled as she pulled out a couple cans of spray paint. Liv popped off the tops and shook them vigorously. She quickly sprayed "Phony Champ" across the pink car a few times with bright green spray paint.

Liv: Hopefully spray paint won't permanently damage that disgusting pink color I'm sure your husband picked out for you.

Liv tossed the spray cans over her shoulder and walked over to the duffle bag once more. This time she brought out a sledgehammer, the handle had been hanging out of the bag somewhat. Liv grinned and lifted the hammer.

Liv: Nattie wants to try and shatter my dreams for Wrestlemania?! Well, I'm about to shatter her windows!

Liv swung the sledgehammer and smashed through Nattie's back window. Glass shattered all over the leather seats inside. Liv let out a sigh of relief and smiled even more.

Liv: How liberating!

Liv walked around and smashed out the headlights of the car with the wooden handle. She adjusted her grip with the sledgehammer and smashed through the windshield this time.

Liv: Aw Nattie's poor little Barbie car getting smashed to pieces... like I'm gonna do to her career once I get my hands on her!

Liv said the last part through clenched teeth as she bashed the mirrors off the sides of the car, along with any remaining windows. Liv dropped the sledgehammer. Liv once more approaches the bag and pulls out a box cutter. She flips the blade open and walked over to the car once more. Liv punctured the tires with the blade before she went to town with the box cutter across Natalya's pink paint job. Liv smiled in satisfaction and tossed the blade aside. The young blonde from Jersey picked up the sledgehammer once more and viciously smacked the back of the car with it a few more times before dropping it. Liv wiped her hand across her mouth and panted. She looked at the camera filming nearby for the first time.

Liv: And You!

Liv pointed at the camera guy.

Liv: You can run along and tell our champ her car has a knick or two. Also tell her that her days as Women's champion are severely numbered! Now excuse me, I have a match to go dominate.

Liv turned and climbed back into Zahra's truck. The scene faded to black.

MATCH THREE
"Basket Case (Instrumental)" by Green Day hit and Matt Sydal made his way to the ring for the next match.

Joey Styles: And here comes Matt Sydal, the man who calls himself the "Reborn Air Bourne Cocky Coverboy".

Corey Graves: Seriously? Sydal has more nicknames than he's won matches, Joey!

When Sydal was in the ring, "RPG Vice Theme" by [Q]Brick hit and Trent came out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Once Trent had entered the ring, the referee called for the bell and the two men locked up. Sydal applied a headlock but Trent broke free and pushed Sydal into the ropes, before hitting a dropkick. Both men got to their feet and Trent set Sydal up for a northern lights suplex, but Sydal blocked it, countering with a DDT. Sydal hit a spinning leg drop on Trent, then pulled him to his feet and whipped him into the corner. Sydal ran at Trent, going for a corner clothesline, but Trent got his knees up and blocked it. Sydal staggered backwards, and Trent went to the top rope. He jumped from the turnbuckle, taking Sydal down with a hurricanrana, then hooking both legs. The referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Both men got to their feet and Trent went to whip Sydal against the ropes, but Sydal reversed the Irish whip, sending Trent into the ropes. As Trent ran back towards him, Sydal hit a spinning heel kick, then as Trent fell to the mat, Sydal hit a standing moonsault. He hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout!

Joey Styles: Great back and forth action so far!

Sydal pulled Trent to his feet and set him up for a cradle suplex, but Trent blocked it, countering with a suplex of his own. As Sydal got to his feet, Trent whipped him into the corner, then hit a forearm smash. Trent went to the top rope once more, this time hitting a tornado DDT. He hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Frustrated, Trent got to his feet and stomped on Sydal several times, before pulling Sydal to his feet and hitting a swinging neckbreaker. Trent went back to the top rope, going for a diving elbow drop... but Sydal rolled out of the way! Both men got to their feet, and Sydal hit an inverted leg drop bulldog on Trent, then went to the top rope. Sydal went for the Shooting Sydal Press... and hit it! He hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... Trent kicked out just before the 3!

Corey Graves: I don't believe it, Joey! Trent just kicked out of the Shooting Sydal Press!

Sydal looked stunned, and he pulled Trent to his feet, setting him up for the Here We Go Driver. Trent blocked it, then lifted Sydal over his shoulders, hitting the Crunchy out of nowhere! Still looking groggy, Trent draped an arm over Sydal. The referee counted – 1... 2... 3!

Joey Styles: What a turnaround there by Trent! Sydal thought he had the match won, but one Crunchy Driver from Trent and this one's over!

Trent celebrated his victory as Warfare went to a commercial break.

MATCH FOUR
Warfare returned from a commercial break and came back to the ring, where Noelle Foley was waiting in the ring. The crowd cheered as "Crushed" by Parkway Drive played and Liv Morgan popped out from behind the entranceway, amping up the crowd.

Joey Styles: What a day it's been for the Number One Contender to the Women's Championship!

Corey Graves: Yeah, what a day for a vandal and a criminal! This girl should be locked up!

Liv bounded down to the ring, throwing her snapback into the crowd. The referee called for the bell once Liv was in her corner. Noelle Foley took a hard charge as fast as she could at the New Jersey native, but Liv deftly grabbed a hold of the ropes and used them to leapfrog over Noelle. Foley's inertia caused her to go shoulder first into the turnbuckle to an audible gasp from the crowd.

Joey Styles: My god! Noelle Foley missed her mark!

Corey Graves: All the risk, none of the reward!

Liv climbed the turnbuckle and turned her back on the ring. With a fearless grin, Liv launched herself off the corner and landed a picture perfect moonsault onto the injured Foley. She hooked the leg and got a record 1...2...3!

Joey Styles: Well that was quick! Impressive timing by the number one contender!

Corey Graves: Great! She's an awesome wrestler. Got it. Can we get the police out here to arrest her now?!

Liv celebrated in the ring as her music played, which got cut off and replaced by a familiar Hart riff. Liv was immediately on high alert as she turned her attention towards the entrance ramp. She gestured an invitation into the ring as she waited for her future opponent. Natalya slipped over the barricade and threw off her heels. Still in her suit, she spun around and went for a discus clothesline on Liv, but Liv saw her first and ducked underneath it, following up with a drop kick to Nattie's sternum. Nattie stumbled backward and Liv rolled out of the ring and backed up the ramp. Natalya kicked the ring rope in fury and rolled out, giving chase. Liv smirked and high tailed it up the ramp.

Corey Graves: Get her, Nattie!

Joey Styles: Nattie wouldn't have this problem if she honored Liv's title shot like every other champion.

The camera followed Liv as she took off down the hallway, narrowly missing several staff members as she fled from the champion. Natalya chased after her as fast as she could, flush with rage. Liv shoved open two metal doors that led out to the parking garage where a massive black truck was waiting with Zahra Schreiber in the driver's seat. The passenger door was open and Liv jumped in as the truck turned and took off, managing to add insult to injury by slamming into the front side of the remains of Nattie's demolished Camaro. The undamaged truck sped off, exiting the arena as Natalya angrily kicked her car. She turned over a table as she stormed back into the arena and the camera went to commercial.

SEGMENT
Warfare returned from commercial break. Silence and confusion filled the arena as the ring, ringside, and the stage were all colored in red, white, and pink party decorations. This wasn't a replay from a Valentine's Day episode of Warfare. Balloons floated above the turnbuckles in different shapes and sizes. Giant hearts, small hearts, lips. More balloons laid inside the ring and around the ring. Pink and red streamers were wrapped around and tied around all the ring ropes.

Joey Styles: What is all this?

Corey Graves: I have no idea, but it seems like Party City just threw all their extra Valentine's Day decorations in the EBWF ring.

Joey Styles: We thought we were going to see PJ Black come out and delivery a victory speech.

The Universe started to laugh, still confused, but finding the decorations funny. Just as the confusion was slowly lifting, "JUST ONE MAN!!" rung out throughout the arena. Jim Johnston's "More Than One Man" blasted onto the sound system. The crowd looked up to the stage, where more balloons flowed out of the entrance way. Cheers were released as none other than Heath Slater walked out onto the stage. He screamed out as he stopped. Slater kicked a few balloons out into the crowd. He smiled as he reached out and plucked a microphone from the waistline of his wrestling tights. He lifted the microphone up to his lips.

Heath Slater: WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!

Heath screamed into the microphone as he outstretched his arms. He leaned his head back to soak in the reaction from the EBWF Universe.

Corey Graves: Do you know who this is Styles? He's the "Hottest Free Agent In Wrestling". It's Heath Slater.

Joey Styles: What is he doing here?

Heath basked in the moment for a few more seconds before he brought the microphone back.

Heath Slater: I kno', I kno'. I'm not supposed to come out here to-night. To-night is a night to CELEBRATE BEYBEEEEE!!! We have a new World Champ around here, and y'all know who it is. He is, "THE Longest Reigning and Defending, Undisputed Path to Glory Champion in, E. B. W. F. History!!!" He is PJ Black!

The camera panned to the left of Heath as "Sick Of It" by Skillet took over the sound system. The crowd's excitement switched mostly to disappointment as PJ Black walked out onto the stage. The EBWF Path to Glory Championship on his left shoulder and his newly won EBWF World Championship proudly displayed on his right. A look of confusion crossed PJ's eyes as he walked out onto the balloon filled stage. He stared at the balloons as they kicked up his feet. Slater walked over to PJ and put his arm around him.

Heath Slater: You love it.

Love was not the look in PJ's face as Heath and PJ walked down the ramp. Away from the microphone, you could read in the lips of PJ, asking Heath what was with all this. The duo reached the ring and climbed up the steel steps and entered the ring. PJ's eyes were of more disbelief as he looked at the heart and lip shaped balloons. Black raised a microphone in his hand up and stuttered to talk.

PJ Black: Heath, what is this?

Heath Slater: This? This is your celebration!

Heath smiled big and turned to face the EBWF Universe. PJ looked around. Slater turned back to PJ and saw him questioning the decorations.

PJ Black: It's pink.

Heath Slater: I kno', I kno'.. It's not your normal thang, but dude, I picked all this up for ten bucks. These balloons, hundred for a quarter. A quarter.

PJ Black: There's hearts.

Heath Slater: Valentine's Clearance Blowout at Party City. You couldn't have won the championship at a better time.

Heath patted Black's newly won World Championship belt.

Heath Slater: Bro, I kno' you didn't want to celebrate, but Beulah and me, we wanted only the best for you. Us and the kids, we're on a budget since I'm still between contracts...

Heath paused and looked into the camera and winked.

Heath Slater: But we spared no expense on you, Uncle PJ!! The kids wanted to come, but you kno', gas for the van gets expensive. They supported you through it all. They look up to their Uncle PJ. So from all us at the Slater house, congratulations. The new EBWF World Champion, PJ Black!

All of the sudden, the "Olympic Fanfare and Theme" by John Williams blasted on the sound system. Pyrotechnic exploded on the stage like the Fourth of July. They were joined shortly by more fireworks erupted above the ring. A few bangs were heard after all the fireworks. Pink, red, and white confetti rained from the ceiling over the entire arena. PJ stood with both championship in the center of the ring. He looked around and shook his head. Heath picked up some balloons and threw them at PJ. Black finally caved and briefly smirked.

PJ Black: Heath, this is ridiculous, but thank you. And you're right, I AM the new EBWF World Champion!!

A few mixed reactions came in as the confetti stopped flowing from ceiling and now floated around the arena.

PJ Black: After hearing for the last 437 days that I was too afraid. I was too scared. I didn't want to cash in the Path to Glory Championship because I didn't want to fail. After hearing all that, here I am. Three weeks away from walking in to WrestleMania as the EBWF World Champion. No one had any faith in me, but I proved to all of you that I am the BEST damn athlete this company has. I have beaten all the Gods in this company. I beat Randy Orton. I beat The Miz. I beat CM Punk. I beat Chris Jericho and AJ Styles in one night. I beat them all and now, I stand before you the master of my own destiny. I stand before not only the "Longest Reigning and Defending, Undisputed EBWF Path to Glory Champion in history", but also the "New, and Soon to Be, Longest Reigning and Defending, Undisputed EBWF World Champion in this company's history".

Black smirked as he listened to more cheers change to boos.

PJ Black: If you don't like it, you can try to stop me. I'm talking to you Samoa Joe. At Mania, you can try you best to take this World Championship away from me. But just like every single man that has tried to stop me before you, you will end up flat on your back looking up at the ceiling trying to catch your breath. All while I stand above you, the WrestleMania stands behind me, holding up MY title.

Black paused as he held up the EBWF World Championship belt. Heath Slater stepped in front of PJ as a pop was heard. Slater looked at the crowd and pointed.

Heath Slater: Hey kid, ya you. Don't pop the balloons, I have to reuse them for Ashley's Sweet Sixteen party this year.

He pointed at the kid in the audience as Black shook his head.

PJ Black: Last week at Fallout, I outlasted everybody. I pinned both Cesaro and Alex Riley to win the Elimination Chamber. I proved to everyone that I'm the true B.M.B that I said I was. Big Match Black. No matter what happens. No matter how many times I might fall short, or get thrown over the top rope. When it really matters, I get the job done. You call it luck. You say it's all a fluke. Well I must be the luckiest man in the world for the last 437 days because I have caused fluke after fluke after fluke again. Now. Now that I'm World Champion, maybe you fools in the back will come to the right conclusion and realize. I'm the best this business has to offer. I'm the best this company has to offer. And all I have to say is this one last thing.

Black paused and looked around. Slater looked at him as he waited.

PJ Black: I don't think there's any better candidate for the Superstar of the Year Slammy Award than me. I dominated 2016 as Path to Glory Champion. In 2017, I will DOMINATE as the EBWF Path to Glory Champion and the EBWF World Champion.

Seconds past just before the glass broke. The EBWF Universe jumped to their excitement as Austin's music hit. The Warfare General Manager, Stone Cold Steve Austin, strutted out onto the stage. He looked around at the mess of balloons before making his way to the ring. He rolled into the ring and walked up to PJ Black and Heath Slater. Black adjusted both titles with his shoulders as Slater smiled at Austin.

Heath Slater: Steve, just the General...

Slater attempted to put his arm around Stone Cold only to get kicked in the guts and, STUNNER!!! Heath rolled out of the ring as Austin jumped back to his feet, picking up the microphone on his way up. Austin stared and followed Slater to the ropes.

Steve Austin: Get your ass outta my ring!!

Austin turned around and stood in the center of the ring with PJ Black.

Steve Austin: As for you. Congratulations, champ. I don't like these damn pink balloons any more than you do, but I did like watching you in the Elimination Chamber at Fallout. You deserved your victory, and you've earned your place in the main event of WrestleMania.

Black smirked.

PJ Black: Thanks, Steve. It's about time I got some recognition around here.

Steve Austin: Son, I'm the General Manager, not your momma. If you want someone to pat you on the head and tell you you're a good boy, you're looking at the wrong guy. I've congratulated you and that's all the recognition you're gonna get. However, there is one other thing I wanted to address.

Austin pointed at the PTG Title.

Steve Austin: 437 days. That's one hell of a title reign. It's called the Path to Glory Championship, and while your path has been a long one, you've finally got the glory of being able to call yourself the EBWF World Champion. But now that you're the World Champion, the PTG Title has served its purpose. So in the interest of fairness and competition, I'm going to have to ask you to relinquish the Path to Glory Championship.

Austin held out his hand, asking PJ to pass him the title. Black did so, albeit reluctantly.

Steve Austin: Thank you. A new champion will be crowned on Warfare next week. But tonight is about you. Enjoy your night, PJ. Because at WrestleMania, against Samoa Joe, you're gonna be in for the fight of your life.

Black's eyes narrowed at Austin's comment about Joe. Austin patted Black on the shoulder and made his way to the back, taking the PTG Title with him. As Black began to kick the balloons out of the ring, "Sick Of It" by Skillet blasted over the PA system once more. Black climbed the turnbuckle, holding the World Title in the air and pointing at the WrestleMania sign as Warfare went off the air.