MATCH ONE
Matt Sydal was stood in the ring with Mark Andrews for the opening match.

Joey Styles: Good evening and welcome to Warfare. Kicking things off tonight we've got Highflying Havoc against the Guerrillas of Destiny, Tama Tonga and Tanga Roa.

Tonga and Roa headed to the ring and the referee called for the bell. Roa started the match with Mark Andrews, and Roa went for a clothesline, but Andrews ducked out of the way then hit a legsweep DDT. Andrews tagged in Sydal, who went to the top rope and hit the Shooting Sydal Press! He covered Roa and the referee counted – 1... 2... 3!

Corey Graves: Wow Joey! An impressive victory for Highflying Havoc!

SEGMENT
After the opening match, the camera cut to the parking lot, where a beat-up old red pickup truck was seen driving into the arena. Braun Strowman could be seen sat in the back of the truck.

Corey Graves: What the hell is that car? Did Braun Strowman hitch a ride to the show tonight?

The camera zoomed in towards the truck, and Jimmy Havoc got out of it, wearing a white AFI ‘Miss Murder’ tee, black skinny jeans, Airwalk skate shoes and a pair of black sunglasses.

Braun Strowman: You need to get a bigger car. One I can actually fit in.

Jimmy Havoc: This is all I could afford! You ripped the door off my Focus!

Braun Strowman: Stupid door. Not unlocking when it was supposed to.

Jimmy Havoc: You could’ve waited! Cost me 6 Grand that! 6 grand that YOU owe me!

Braun Strowman: What are you talking about? I gave you some money towards this pickup truck. That makes us even.

Jimmy sighed heavily.

Jimmy Havoc: I STOLE THIS!

Braun Strowman: I scared off the driver and paid for gas. We wouldn’t have this truck if it weren’t for me.

Jimmy Havoc: I hate you sometimes.

Havoc sighed; Braun laughed. The big man didn’t care what anyone thought of him, not even his tag team partner. The Tag Champs walked towards the arena, but a thickset security guard stopped them. He was flanked by ten other similarly burly security guards.

Chief Security Guard: You two aren’t welcome here tonight. I can’t let you in.

Havoc dropped his Sunglasses off his face and let go of his bag.

Jimmy Havoc: What do you mean?! We’re on the show! Look at all the posters, we’re both on there! Without us, there is no EBWF!

“Actually, you aren’t on the show. I’ve given you the night off.”

Havoc and Strowman turned around, and saw Chris Jericho arriving at the arena, stepping out of a black Jaguar. As Big Show stepped out of the passenger seat, Braun looked surprised.

Braun Strowman: How the hell did you fit in there?

Big Show laughed.

Big Show: You’d be amazed by how much room there is in there.

Chris Jericho: When you’re as rich as I am, you can afford to ride in style.

Jimmy scoffed.

Jimmy Havoc: When you’re a middle aged rich man’s housewife you can afford to actually look good in that too. Anyway, what do you mean night off?

Chris Jericho: Well after your threats, and your loss last week, I decided it was time to give other guys in the locker room an opportunity. I actually gave the Guerillas of Destiny their first tag match in EBWF tonight. Have they been on yet, Steve?

Chief Security Guard (aka Steve): They lost in about a minute, sir.

Chris Jericho: Damn! I would have arrived on time if someone hadn’t insisted on stopping at Chick-fil-A...

Big Show looked sheepish.

Big Show: I was hungry…

Chris Jericho: You need to cut the fast food if you want to maintain your new physique. Anyway, that’s a discussion for another time. Havoc, you and Braun are banned from the arena. If you try to sneak in, Steve and his security team will stop you. Consider this a friendly warning.

Jimmy looked at Braun and then at Steve and the team.

Jimmy Havoc: I don’t fancy their chances to be honest.

Braun Strowman: You really think those clowns can stop me?

Chris Jericho: I think if you don’t want to be stripped of the Tag Titles and suspended, you’ll do as you’re told. Be sensible, boys. Get back in whichever crappy car you drove here in, and go to the airport.

Big Show: I bet it’s that ugly red pickup truck over there.

Jimmy Havoc: Even the Big Nasty Ogre himself says the pickup is ugly! Come on Braun, we don’t need to waste our time here anymore anyway.

Braun snarled at Steve the Security Guard, causing him to flinch, then glared at Big Show. As Strowman climbed onto the back of the truck, Big Show laughed.

Big Show: Oh my god! He can’t even fit in the truck!

Braun let out an angry roar, then climbed down from the truck, squaring up to Big Show. Jericho took a step back as the two men stood face to face.

Braun Strowman: Laugh at me again, and I’ll crush you.

Whilst the two big men squared up, a loud screeching could be heard.

Jimmy Havoc: FUCK YOUR CAR.

The camera panned over to Jericho's previously mentioned expensive Jaguar getting T-boned by Jimmy Havoc’s truck. Jericho dove out the way, narrowly avoiding the wreck. Jimmy Havoc stepped out of his truck, which was seemingly unscathed apart from a dent in the front and examined the scene.

Jimmy Havoc: I hope that wasn't too expensive.

Jericho was clearly livid as he got to his feet.

Chris Jericho: That car was worth more than you get paid in a year you son of a--

The end of Jericho’s sentence was interrupted by the sound of Braun kicking the front windshield of the car, shattering it. Jericho stepped back again, wanting to get as far away from Strowman as possible. Big Show was stepping towards Strowman, then stopped as Jimmy Havoc grabbed a can of gasoline from out of the pickup truck.

Jimmy Havoc: What's a matter, Show? Got a… burning… sensation? If you’re squeamish or scared of getting...heat...just leave now okay?.

Braun Strowman stood between Jericho and the car as Jericho could only watch as Jimmy poured the gasoline over the the Jaguar.

Jimmy Havoc: Hey Braun, you got a light?

Braun Strowman: Setting fires is your thing. I prefer to cause destruction with my bare hands.

As if to prove his point, Braun punched the front of Jericho’s Jaguar, putting a dent in the hood. Jimmy smiled and fiddled around his pockets until he found a lighter, lit it and smiled.

Jimmy Havoc: How does it feel to watch the things you love...burn?

Jimmy dropped the lighter onto the gasoline covered sports car and stared into it, awestruck.

Jimmy Havoc: Awesome, isnt it? Just… wonderful.

Jimmy looked over at Jericho when he asked the question.

Chris Jericho: You’re gonna pay for that, you bastard.

Havoc smirked.

Jimmy Havoc: Seeing the look on your face right now… it’s fucking worth it. Come on Braun, let’s get out of here.

The fire was beginning to spread to the pickup truck. Braun walked round to the back of the truck and lifted it up, flipping it onto the flaming Jaguar! A loud hiss could be heard as the two cars collided and the flames went up in the air. Jimmy laughed, and walked away with Braun as Jericho, Big Show and the security team watched on in stunned silence.

MATCH TWO
F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S!

Carmella came to the stage and moonwalked to the approval of the crowd. She proceeded to the ring as "Rush of Power" brought the arrival of Summer Rae.

Joey Styles: Carmella and Summer Rae struggling to survive in a division that Natalya seems to have a strangle hold on Corey!

The bell rang and Carmella dropped Summer with a right hand. She followed up with a clubbing blow to Summer's back, but Summer hulked up and speared Carmella. Summer transitioned to a ground and pound attack, but Carmella proved precocious and got a flying headscissors to send Summer sternum first into the turnbuckle. Summer bailed out of the ring but her foe followed. Carmella whipped Summer back first into the barricade as the referee started a ten count. Carmella stalked Summer by proceeding to get back into the ring and wait for her. As Summer tried to roll back in the ring, Carmella stomped on her leg. Carmella suplexed Summer into the ropes, and went for the pin, but it was only good for a two count. Carmella hit a thrust kick to the midsection of Summer and again suplexed Summer into the ropes. Summer kicked out at two again.

Corey Graves: Carmella is going to need to change her game plan here.

Carmella got Summer in the Code of Silence, but Summer got out of the hold by using her elbows! Carmella tried to stand, but Summer kicked her with a boot to the face. Summer drove Carmella back first into the steel ring post, and followed up with a flying roundhouse kick! Carmella stumbled out and walked right into the Summer Crush. Summer went for the pin 1... 2... 3!

Joey Styles: Don't count her out yet!

Corey Graves: There's a victory for Summer Rae!

SEGMENT
The camera cut backstage, where Chris Jericho was seen talking to a fireman.

Fireman: We managed to put out the fire but it looks like the damage to your car was irreparable. I'm sorry, sir.

Chris Jericho: I am too. That car cost $64,000!

Fireman: Have you spoken to the police about the incident?

Chris Jericho: No... I'd rather deal with things in house than press charges.

The fireman looked confused, but nodded.

Fireman: Okay, I'll leave you to it then.

As the fireman walked away, Kevin Owens walked up to Jericho. Jericho sighed.

Chris Jericho: Now isn't really a good time, Kevin.

Kevin Owens: I know, I saw what happened earlier. What Havoc did was unacceptable! Someone needs to teach him a lesson.

Jericho looked at Owens, curious.

Chris Jericho: Are you offering to be the guy that does that?

Owens shook his head.

Kevin Owens: No! I mean I could... but I figured you being the sort of man that you are, you'd want to teach him a lesson yourself. And I respect you too much to take that away from you.

Owens' shameless flattery seemed to work. Jericho smiled.

Chris Jericho: Oh I'll teach him a lesson alright... thanks, Kevin. What can I do for you?

Kevin Owens: That's not why I came to see you... but, since you mention it, I'd like more opportunities to prove myself around here. I haven't had a match since Wrestlemania. Sami Zayn has a match against Cesaro tonight, and he's a loser. Where's my match, Chris?

Chris Jericho: With all due respect, Kevin, you lost your match at Wrestlemania so quickly, I thought you might appreciate some time to regroup. I'll make sure you have a match next week, but if you want more opportunities around here, you're going to have to do something to get yourself noticed. Do I make myself clear?

A plan seemed to form in Owens' mind, and he smiled deviously.

Kevin Owens: Sure. Thanks, Chris.

Owens walked away as Warfare went to a commercial break.

MATCH THREE
As Warfare returned from a commercial break, "We Are The Champions" by Queen hit and the crowd cheered as Cesaro made his way to the ring.

Joey Styles: Welcome back! Up next, we've got the Swiss Superman Cesaro in action as he takes on Sami Zayn!

When Cesaro was in the ring, "Worlds Apart" by CFO$ hit and the crowd continued to cheer as Sami Zayn stepped out onto the stage. Upon entering the ring, Zayn shook hands with Cesaro, then as the referee called for the bell, the two men locked up. Cesaro applied a headlock takedown, but Zayn broke out of it and both men got to their feet. They locked up again and this time Zayn took Cesaro down to the mat, but as Cesaro got to his feet, he hit Zayn with a dropkick. Zayn got to his feet and Cesaro whipped Zayn against the ropes, then went for a back body drop. Zayn landed on his feet and as Cesaro turned around, Zayn hit an arm drag. Cesaro got back to his feet and Zayn hit a dropkick, sending Cesaro over the top rope. As Cesaro got to his feet outside the ring, Zayn ran against the ropes, before leaping over the ropes and hitting a suicide dive!

Joey Styles: Oh my god!

Corey Graves: What an exciting start to the match between two supremely talented superstars!

Zayn threw Cesaro back into the ring, then went to the top rope. Zayn went for a diving crossbody, but Cesaro caught him in mid-air, then slammed him onto the mat. He hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Cesaro pulled Zayn to his feet and whipped him into the corner, then ran at him and hit an uppercut. Zayn fell into a sitting position, and Cesaro stomped on him in the corner several times, then pulled him to his feet and hit another uppercut. Cesaro then went to whip Zayn against the ropes, but Zayn reversed the Irish whip, sending Cesaro into the ropes before hitting him with a leg lariat. Both men got to their feet and Zayn hit Cesaro with a series of punches, then went for an Enzuigiri. Cesaro ducked out of the way and grabbed Zayn by the leg, applying a single leg Boston crab.

Joey Styles: Great counter by Cesaro!

Corey Graves: Cesaro echoing the legendary Lance Storm with that single leg Boston crab, Joey!

Zayn cried out in pain but he was able to get to the ropes. Cesaro broke the hold, then stepped back, allowing Zayn time to get to his feet. Zayn used the ropes to pull himself up, and Cesaro ran at him, going for a clothesline, but Zayn got his foot up and hit Cesaro with a big boot. Cesaro staggered backwards and Zayn ran at him, but Cesaro reacted quickly, hitting Zayn with a powerslam. He hooked the leg once more – 1... 2... kickout! As Cesaro got to his feet, the crowd began to boo, and the camera cut to the stage, where Kevin Owens was seen walking down the ramp.

Joey Styles: What is Kevin Owens doing out here?

Corey Graves: Well he lost to Cesaro on the Wrestlemania pre-show a few weeks ago... maybe he's looking for revenge!

Cesaro turned his attention back to Sami Zayn, and Zayn rolled him up in a small package! The referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Both men got to their feet and Zayn went for an arm drag, but Cesaro blocked it and whipped Zayn into the corner. Cesaro went for another running uppercut, but this time Zayn moved out of the corner, grabbing Cesaro and hitting an exploder suplex into the turnbuckles. Zayn signalled for the Helluva Kick and ran towards Cesaro... but Cesaro moved out of the way at the last second! Zayn collided with the turnbuckles, and Cesaro hit a German suplex. Zayn struggled to his feet, and Cesaro hit the Neutralizer! Cesaro watched Owens closely as he hooked the leg, but Owens did nothing as the referee counted – 1... 2... 3! The referee called for the bell, and Owens applauded as Cesaro celebrated his victory. Cesaro dared Owens to come into the ring, and Owens climbed onto the ring apron... but then he climbed down and reached into the ring, grabbing Sami Zayn and pulling him out of the ring. Owens pummelled Zayn with a series of punches, then powerbombed him onto the ring apron!

Joey Styles: What the hell? We thought Kevin Owens was out here for Cesaro, but he went after Sami Zayn! Why?

Corey Graves: Well there's a lot of history between Owens and Zayn, Joey... Jericho told Owens to get himself noticed earlier tonight, and he's certainly done that!

Cesaro looked stunned, and as Owens walked back up the ramp, Cesaro went to check on Sami Zayn.

SEGMENT
After the commercial break, Warfare returned to the sound of “Banana Clipper” by Run the Jewelz blasting through the arena.

Corey Graves: Oh great. These two. Again. Can we please get them thrown back into whatever back-alley dumpster they came from?

Joey Styles: Oh come on Corey, you know you get excited when you hear their names-

Corey Graves: Don’t say it.

“BALTIMOOOOORE!”

The familiar, raspy voice of Enzo Amore called out during the song intro, and out stepped the swaggiest team to ever make their way into the EBWF: Trent and Enzo Amore.

Enzo Amore: HOW YOU DOIN’?!

Trent leaned into his own microphone and smirked.

Trent: Damn, it is awesome to finally know where we’re at! WHADDUP!

Corey Graves: See? This moron doesn’t even know where he’s standing!

Both men continued to make way down the ramp.

Trent: Now Brother… Enzo and yours truly, we’re like pizza that just got out of the oven, like frozen yogurt that has just been put through that… thingamabob which turns it into frozen yogurt… We’re RED HOT! We might not have a match tonight but…

They had both walked up the ring steps and into the ring through the middle and top ropes.

Trent: That doesn’t mean we can’t come out here and spike the fuck out of the TV ratings. Dust, Rocky, Lance Storm, Big Cass hey!!!!

Trent waved into the hard camera before turning to Enzo.

Enzo Amore: Our first names should be legally changed to Jamba.. Because we are both JUICED!

The crowd cheered for the duo and laughter could be heard.

Joey Styles: Uhhh…

Enzo Amore: JUICED as in pumped to be here, man. You know what they say, when you’re up and coming, sexy ass motherfuckers like us, there’s always business to be done no matter where you go. Tonight, we have very serious matters to discuss. But FIRST! A little fun. A little Q&A hosted by--

Enzo almost said it, but he put a hand up and bugged his eyes widely, shaking his head.

Enzo Amore: TRENT! And myself.

Corey Graves: This isn’t how a Q&A works, but it’s not like they’d understand anyway…

Enzo Amore: Did you bring the paper, bro?

Enzo turned to Trent. The man clad in wrestling tights, boots and a bandana searched the imaginary pockets of his coat, he then looked for the non-existent pockets of his tights, he finally snuck his fingers inside the backside of his tights and pulled out a ruffled piece of paper.

Trent: Phew! I thought I had left them in my other tights! I’m all set for our Q&A!

Enzo waited for Trent to read off the first question, but after a few seconds of silence and Trent looking at Enzo expectantly, it looked like things were not going as planned.

Enzo Amore: Trent, you’re supposed to read me a question. And then you pass me the paper, and I read you a question. Remember?

Trent: Yes… Yes!

He leaned down into the ruffled piece of paper.

Trent: What is the meaning of life?

Enzo’s eyes bugged once more, and he looked out to the audience then directly into a camera.

Enzo Amore: This ain’t a question I prepared for, bro! Why you gotta put me on the spot like that.

Trent: Wait, I misread… Paper’s so ruffled I can barely make out what it says: What is the mongoose of lime… No, that has to be wrong.

Trent seemed to be sweating bullets… He curled the paper in a ball and tossed it over his shoulder.

Trent: My first question is: How you Doin’?

Enzo’s eyes returned to normal, and he grinned.

Enzo Amore: I’m very well, Trent. Thank you for asking. That is very much appreciated. Let me ask you a question now. Because teams know how to take turns!

Trent beat his chest a couple times.

Trent: Fire! Fire!

Enzo Amore: If you had to pick one item to beat Braun Strowman’s face in, so that his eyeballs dangled from his head like Christmas ornaments, what would you pick?

Enzo looked slightly deranged now, and looked around the arena with buggy eyes again, before returning his focus to Trent.

Trent: That is a tough one, because you said object… I was going to say Jimmy Havoc’s stupid head… But since you clearly stated ‘item’, I have to go with a good old lead pipe.

Enzo Amore: Oh Trent.... That was a trick question, bro… We already beat both Jimmy Havoc and Braun Strowman last week. You don’t remember?!

Trent: It’s so clear in my memory… Like it was last Monday or something. There’s one thing which escapes me… And I guess this next question can’t be answered by neither you nor me: Why weren’t we facing Braun and Havoc for the Tag Team Titles?

Enzo Amore: I think the only people who can answer our question are… The very two people we are askin’ about. And like a couple of sissy boys, they are not around to answer us.

Trent: Y’know… Maybe it was all a huge misunderstanding. Maybe it was US who were supposed to challenge them to a match. Braun can’t put two and two together, I doubt his mind would be able to wrap around the fact we want their titles.

Enzo Amore: Or maybe… Just maybe, Braun and Havoc don’t want to face the fact there is a new, fiery threat to their very existence!

Trent: Who’s to say? Well… That’s the main reason we’re out here. So everyone and their moms know there’s a new team on the block! The hottest, flyest team ever to graze this canvas! Faster than Speedy Gonzalez with the runs, stronger than Matt Sydal’s addiction to Marihuana, More mesmerizing than Renee Young… That’s us.

Enzo Amore: SWAG! Dabbin’ on ya.

Trent and Enzo did a dab in unison. Except Trent hit himself on the forehead in the process.

Enzo Amore: It’s cool, bro, you’re getting better. They say practice makes perfect. All we’ve been doing since we’ve partnered up is picking up the W’s and handing out L’s. And last Monday night, these wannabe champs took one on the chin, across the face, up the butt… WHATEVER HURTS THE MOST WHEN YOU LOSE!

Trent rubbed his forehead slightly and nodded.

Trent: I think chalking victory after victory without any recognition is a major bummer brother… So that is why Enzo and I were thinking… Aftermath is just around the corner and… I don’t know, I don’t see any number one contenders for the tag team titles around here… Do you?

Enzo shook his head,

Enzo Amore: Corey and Joey stand a chance. So that is a negative.

Trent: Two men with Boyband names don’t stand a chance against shit! So that’s why we want Jimmy Havoc and Braun Strowman at Aftermath in a match… Stipulation for us to choose! Would it be a Scaffold match? A Bra and panties match?

Enzo Amore: A SCAFFOLD MATCH! MY GOD!

Enzo pointed to Trent and then Joey Styles.

Enzo Amore: Tell’em what that is, bro. I don’t even know what that is.

Trent: Of course they don’t… We’re going to have a buttload of ropes, trampolines and ladders around the ring… with the Titles hanging on top of a scaffold... The team which climbs the scaffold first and unhooks the dangling titles from the rafters will win. We’re a couple of guys from up north, we know our fair amount of tall ass buildings, we’re not scared of heights… Are you, Braun and Jimmy?

Enzo Amore: Well I’ll tell you something you should be scared of, you ugly uzi-bullet eating SOB’s! You should be scared of getting your asses handed to you again. By this time next month, you will be on a first name basis with your cheeks, and I’m not talkin’ about the ones on your face.

Trent: You’ve got a week to talk amongst you two bickering chickens… You either put those titles on the line or get ready for us to make your life more miserable than Joey Styles’ having to commentate with Corey every week… We’re GTA… Gs: Trent And Amore… And this is our challenge to you… Losers.

Trent and Enzo dropped their mics and were about to exit the ring, but "Break the Walls Down" hit, and the crowd gave a mixed reaction as EBWF's new General Manager, Chris Jericho, stepped out onto the stage. Jericho brought a microphone with him, and when his music was cut, he began to speak.

Chris Jericho: Enzo, Trent. You guys are Gs, you say? I thought you were Js... a couple of jackasses! You obviously weren't paying attention at Wrestlemania, because Matt Sydal and Mark Andrews are the number one contenders for the Tag Team Titles.

Enzo picked up his microphone was about to say something, but nothing could be heard. Jericho smiled.

Chris Jericho: I asked the production team to cut your mics when I came out here... I've heard more than enough from both of you, especially considering the night I've had. Besides, I wasn't finished. Highflying Havoc might be the number one contenders, but since you've beaten them and the Tag Team Champions, I think you've earned the right to a title match.

Enzo and Trent nodded, and Trent could be seen mouthing the words "now you're talking".

Chris Jericho: So at Aftermath, it's going to be Enzo and Trent versus Sydal and Andrews versus Jimmy Havoc and Braun Strowman for the EBWF Tag Team Championships. And that match is going to be a TLC match!

Joey Styles: Tables, and Ladders, and Chairs...

Corey Graves: ...Oh my!

"Break the Walls Down" hit, and Enzo and Trent could be seen talking to each other animatedly as Warfare went to a commercial break.

MATCH FOUR
Joey Styles: Still to come, former World Champion AJ Styles takes on Alex Riley in our main event. Up next though, we've got the current Women's Champion in action as Natalya takes on Alexa Bliss!

Corey Graves: The Iron Maiden of EBWF versus the Five Feet of Fury... what a match this is going to be, Joey!

"Crushed" by Parkway Drive hit and the crowd gave a mixed reaction as Alexa Bliss made her way to the ring. When Alexa was in the ring, "Closer" by Lacuna Coil hit and the crowd booed as Natalya headed to the ring. Upon entering the ring, Natalya held up her title, reminding everyone that she was the champion. She then got in Alexa's face, but Alexa squared up to Natalya, showing the champ that she wasn't intimidated. The referee got between them, then called for the bell. The two women locked up and Natalya applied a headlock, but Alexa broke out of it, then took Natalya down with a legsweep. Natalya got to her feet and Alexa whipped her against the ropes, then hit a dropkick. Both women got to their feet and Alexa set Natalya up for a DDT, but Natalya blocked it, then countered with a northern lights suplex. As Alexa sat up, Natalya hit her with a running stomp to the back, then ran against the ropes and hit a low front dropkick to the face of Alexa. Natalya then applied a wrenching abdominal stretch, causing Alexa to cry out in pain. As Natalya broke the hold, Alexa rolled out of the ring, but Natalya followed Alexa to the outside then threw her into the ringside barrier!

Joey Styles: An aggressive start by Natalya! You have to wonder what Eva Marie is thinking right now if she's watching...

Natalya stomped on Alexa outside the ring several times, then threw her back into the ring. As Natalya re-entered the ring, she pulled Alexa to her feet and set her up for the Michinoku Driver... but Alexa countered with a headscissors takedown!

Corey Graves: A great counter by Alexa Bliss!

Alexa and Natalya both got to their feet, and Alexa hit an STO, followed by the Insult to Injury! She hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Alexa pulled Natalya to her feet and whipped her against the ropes, then hit an over-the-shoulder arm drag. As Natalya got back to her feet, Alexa hit a swinging neckbreaker, then went to the top rope, going for the Twisted Bliss. She jumped from the top turnbuckle... but Natalya rolled out of the way! Alexa struggled to her feet, and Natalya hit a sitout powerbomb, then hooked both legs. The referee counted – 1... 2... Alexa kicked out! Natalya pulled Alexa to her feet and whipped her into the corner, then went for a corner clothesline... but Alexa countered with a leg trap sunset flip powerbomb!

Joey Styles: Glitter Blizzard!

Alexa had Natalya's shoulders pinned to the mat, and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Both women got to their feet and Alexa went for a roundhouse kick, but Natalya ducked out the way, then hit Alexa with a release German suplex. She grabbed Alexa by the legs and locked in the Sharpshooter! Alexa tapped out, and the referee called for the bell.

Joey Styles: It's over! Natalya gets the victory!

Natalya celebrated as Warfare went to a commercial break.

MATCH FIVE
Alex Riley came to the ring solo to a chorus of boos.

Joey Styles: Alex Riley lost to Jimmy Havoc at WrestleMania and tonight he is looking for redemption.

“Phenomenal” hit the PA and the crowd was on their feet. Christy Hemme introduced AJ Styles as he proceeded to the ring. The bell rang and the match was underway.

Riley backed Styles into the corner. The referee forced a break, and Riley clubbed Styles in the back. Riley landed a few elbows to Styles’ face. Then he hit the ropes, but Styles dropped down, popped up, and drop kicked Riley in the face.

Corey Graves: The overall athleticism of the former World Champ!

Riley and Styles traded strikes. Styles shoulder blocked Riley in the corner multiple times before running right into a double boot by Riley. Riley telegraphed a back body drop, which allowed Styles to boot Riley in the face. Riley tumbled to the outside. Styles missed a moonsault off the apron. Riley tossed Styles into the ring steps.

Joey Styles: Alex Riley is sending a message to AJ Styles and the rest of the EBWF locker room.

Riley dragged Styles back into the ring with the referee yelling for him to watch the hair. Once inside, Riley worked a rear chin lock. Styles fought out of it, hit the ropes and ran right into the wicked clothesline. Riley wasted no time getting Styles up and hitting the TKO. Riley went for the cover...1… 2... Kickout!

Corey Graves: That was close!

Riley missed a shoulder block in the corner. Styles mounted the top rope, but Riley crotched him there. Riley tried to hit another TKO but Styles reversed it into a thunderous DDT! Both Superstars slowly got to their feet. After trading punches Styles hit a spinning back fist followed by a stiff clothesline. Styles picked up Riley in a fireman’s carry, but Riley reversed it into a power slam.

Joey Styles: AJ struggled a bit to get the bigger man up there, and paid for it dearly.

Riley tried to lock in a sleeper hold, but Styles fought out of it. Styles floored Riley with the Pelé kick, and then went at him again from the second rope, but ended up jumping right into a clothesline from Riley. Riley finally locked in a choke but Styles managed to get to the ropes to break the hold. AJ came bouncing off the ropes, and Riley missed the big boot, and swung around to try to catch Styles on the return. Styles bounced off the opposite rope and hit the Phenomenal Forearm knocking Riley out the ring. Styles wasted no time flying out the ring with a springboard splash. The referee began counting as the two man struggled to their feet.

Joey Styles: This is a very competitive match between two of the top contenders.

The referee was at the count of five by the time Styles and Riley were up. The two men traded punches outside with no regard of the referee's count. By the time he reached 10 the two men were fighting up the ramp. The bell rang and both men were disqualified.

Corey Graves: This match is going to end in a stalemate here tonight.

Styles and Riley both made it into the ring both arguing with the referee about the decision. Riley attempted to take Styles down with another TKO but Styles reversed and attempted a Styles Clash, Riley reversed into a back drop but Styles landed on his feet. He quickly rolled out the ring and backed up the ramp.

Corey Graves: What a back and forth this was tonight... WAIT A MINUTE!

From behind O'Neil, Young, and Miz came from behind the curtain. O'Neil dropped Styles with a forearm to the back of his head and the three men began to lay waste to AJ like a pack of wolves. Miz picked up Styles and dropped him with a Skull Crushing Finale right on the ramp. Riley smirked as he made his way up the ramp, and joined in on the assault. The 4 men were just stomping Styles and kicking him in the ribs. Referees rushed from the back to try to stop this mugging.

Corey Graves: This is just disgusting. This damn Varsity club are nothing but a pack of wild animals!

Joey Styles: Corey, you have to be on guard at all times or this is what's going to happen!

Referees were able to get in between the group and AJ, but not before Riley kneed AJ right in the face knocking him back to the ground after he'd gotten to all fours.

Corey Graves: We'll see what develops from this next week! Good night everyone!

Styles struggled to catch his breath as "Say It To My Face" by Downstait blared over the PA System and Varsity Club was shown admiring their handy work as Warfare went off the air.