MATCH ONE
"Cherry Pie" by Warrant hit and the crowd gave a mixed reaction as Rebel made her way to the ring.

Joey Styles: Good evening and welcome to Warfare! We are live from Seattle, Washington and tonight we're kicking things off with Rebel versus Nikki Cross.

Corey Graves: Cross won her first match against Liv Morgan last week, can she go 2 and 0 or will Rebel walk away victorious?

"Glasgow Cross" by CFO$ hit and Nikki Cross laughed maniacally as she headed to the ring. When Cross was in the ring, the referee called for the bell. Cross charged at Rebel and speared her to the mat, then punched her in the face several times. She got to her feet and stomped on Rebel, but Rebel rolled away and got back up. Rebel went for a lock up with Cross, but Cross shoved her away, then hit a big boot. She grabbed Rebel, and applied the Crossface! Rebel tapped out and the referee called for the bell.

Joey Styles: Oh my god! Nikki Cross just beat Rebel in less than two minutes!

Corey Graves: The girl from Glasgow might have just made the rest of the women in EBWF stand up and take notice, Joey!

Nikki threw Rebel out of the ring, then celebrated her victory.

MATCH TWO
Joey Styles: Up next, we've got "The Big Dog" Roman Reigns in action as he takes on Alex Riley!

Reigns came to the ring first, then Riley headed to the ring. When both men were in the ring, the referee called for the bell. Riley ran at Reigns, hitting him with a series of punches, but Reigns fought back with some punches of his own, then whipped Riley against the ropes. As Riley ran back towards him, Reigns hit a Samoan drop. Riley got back to his feet, and Reigns lifted him up, hitting a powerslam. He hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Reigns pulled Riley to his feet and hit him with some more right hands, then whipped him into the corner and ran towards him, going for the corner clothesline. Riley got his knees up and blocked it, then as Reigns staggered backwards, Riley went to the top rope. He hit Reigns with a diving clothesline, then as Reigns got back to his feet, Riley hit a kick to the midsection and ran against the ropes, hitting a corkscrew neckbreaker. Riley hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Riley got to his feet and stomped on Reigns several times, then grabbed him by the legs, trying to set him up for a sharpshooter. Reigns kicked him away and got to his feet, then hit Riley with a clothesline. Riley looked dazed as he got to his feet, and Reigns hit him with the Niagara Bomb! He hooked both legs and the referee counted – 1... 2... Riley kicked out!

Corey Graves: Alex Riley is putting up a good fight... but he can't compete with the sheer power of Roman Reigns!

Reigns pulled Riley to his feet and dragged him towards the corner, slamming his head against the turnbuckle. Reigns punched Riley in the corner several times, then went for a corner clothesline. Riley ducked out of the way and got behind Reigns, lifting him up and hitting a German suplex! Both men got to their feet, and Riley set Reigns up for the Riley Elevation, but Reigns fought out of it, shoving Riley back into the corner. As Riley moved out of the corner, he hit Reigns with a kick to the face, then ran at Reigns, going for a high knee. Reigns ducked out of the way, then jumped in the air and hit the Superman Punch! Riley got to his feet, and Reigns hit him with the Spear! He hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... 3!

Joey Styles: It's over! Another victory for Roman Reigns!

SEGMENT
“Banana Clipper” by Run the Jewels blasted over the PA system in Seattle’s KeyArena to a positive reaction from the crowd, the camera cuts to the announcer table to show Corey Graves with both hands in his head.

Corey Graves: God no, everything was going so swell tonight…

Matt Stryker: Lighten up Corey! Here comes the Breakout champion Enzo Amore and Trent Baretta! GTA!

Enzo shuffled down the ramp, working up the crowd. Trent chewed gum as he strutted down the ramp with pachydermic swag. Both men rolled inside the ring through the bottom rope and got microphones on their hands.

Enzo Amore: MY NA…

Trent placed a hand on Enzo’s chest. His eyes bugged out like there was no tomorrow as he looked at Trent (an ophthalmologist's dream?).

Enzo Amore: BRO!

The Certified G’s flow had to continue despite being stopped. So he still spoke very loudly and used a lot of hand movement.

Enzo Amore: IS YOUR DAY JOB BEING A TELEPHONE OPERATOR? WHY YOU GOTTA PUT ME ON HOLD LIKE THIS?

Trent leaned into his mic.

Trent: SH! SH!

He proceeded to sniff around, his facial expression denoted something was stinking the place up. Trent sniffed around Enzo… He knelt and gave a sniff to his left wrestling boot.

Trent: I think you stepped on shit, Enzo.

A sense of urgency washed over Enzo, who looked down at his sneakers. Red and White Jordans. He started balancing and hopping on his right foot, furiously pointing at his left shoe for Trent to do something. Anything.

Enzo Amore: HOW LONG HAS THAT BEEN THERE?!

Trent tilted his head to the side, he had no beard to rub while he pondered to look more interesting, so he ran his hands over his sideburns.

Trent: Now that you mention it, It has smelled for quite a few days… A week tops!

Enzo snapped his head up immediately, looking out into the crowd, still bouncing around on one foot. He then looked into the camera as it started to zoom in slowly to his face. His eyes were still slightly bulging and he was still yelling into the mic. He probably didn’t even need one at this point.

Enzo Amore: WELLL WHAT A COINCIDENCE, BECAUSE A WEEK AGO I KICKED A PIECE OF SHIT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS RING!

Enzo stomped his foot down on the mat for dramatic effect. Trent OHHHH’D and the crowd joined in.

Enzo Amore: MY NAME IS ENZO AMORE, AND I AM A CERTIFIED G AND A BONAFIDE STUD AND YOU CAN’T TEACH THAT!

Turning to his partner in crime, Enzo pointed to Trent.

Enzo Amore: AND THIS GUY RIGHT HERE? THIS GUY IS TRENT. ONE NAME CUZ I ALREADY HAVE TWO. HE’S A TOTAL GENT AND HE CAN BANG YOUR MOM IN A TENT. IT DON’T MATTER IF THAT DON’T MAKE SENSE CUZ WE’RE THE REALEST GUYS IN THE ROOM. BADA. BOOM! HOW YOU DOIN’?

The crowd broke out in a “How you doin’?” chant.

Enzo Amore: I am well, thank you. Trent the Gent?

Trent: Stoked, elated, MFing HYPED about what’s going on right now in… Where are we? I wrote it on my hand.

Trent held up his hand with the palm facing himself and Enzo. Both squinted.

Enzo Amore: Seal Washing.

With an affirmative nod, they gave each other a high five.

Enzo Amore: We’re gettin’ better remembering where we’re at every week, bro.

Trent: Curse my sweaty palms. So, what happens when you SCHOOL the world champion? What’s next?

Enzo bent slightly forward at the waist, and put a hand to the bridge of his nose pretending to push up glasses. When he began to speak in a nasally tone, he put his hand on his hip next to the Breakout Title strapped around his waist.

Enzo Amore: According to my calculations… Your boy should get uhhh… Uhhhh… What’s the words…

Trent looked around, even putting a hand up to his sideburns to stroke them again. He shrugged. Enzo stroked his goatee since he actually had facial hair. His face lit up and he put his pointer finger in the air.

Enzo Amore: EUREKA! A GOSH DANG MOTHER FLIPPIN’ POOPIN’ TITLE SHOT!

Trent went for his best Enzo impression and opened his eyes wide, as if he had been getting a rectal exam then and there with tabasco coated latex gloves. He shuffled and shuffled and shuffled as the crowd chanted “Ohhhh Enzo Amore” to the tune of The Black Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army”.

Trent: Screw that! They should’ve given you the title last week! If only we could get our hands on Paul London’s time machine… Nevermind.

Enzo looked at Trent confused.

Enzo Amore: Must have been before my time… But UNIMPORTANT! What’s important is a I get what I earned, bro. Like you said. I shoulda had that World Title in my hands last week. I beat the WORLD champion. Our boy Pajama Black got bedhead worse than a Rugrat. He is world champion at a lot… of bitching.

Trent: he even makes Emo’s look like little bitches… So yeah, Jimmy Havoc ain’t taking that lightly either. So send out the General Manager, the Dungeon Master, the Boss Sasha Banks or whoever is in charge of calling the shots… Because Enzo has worked his ass off and he deserves a title shot! As a matter of fact… Since we’re a team, I think I deserve a title shot by extension! We should march to the back and DEMAND what is rightfully ours!

Enzo nodded his head in agreement, and gave Trent several hefty pats on the back. However, the moment was interrupted by music. “Metalingus” by Alter Bridge hit and both Trent and Enzo slowly turned to face the stage. Edge came out to a ruckus from the crowd and a grin on his face. He had a mic in his hand and went to speak, but couldn’t even get the words out because he was laughing.

Corey Graves: Finally, someone sensible coming out here and bringing some dignity along with him.

Joey Styles: Edge seems to be enjoying this too, Corey. Maybe you should lighten up.

Edge had progressed down the ramp and to the ring. He got in and Enzo and Trent backed up slowly. The Rated R Superstar put both hands up.

Edge: I come in peace.

Trenzo looked to each other then back to Edge.

Trent: Is that the aliens talking?

Enzo Amore: We called you fat, yo…

Edge: All is forgiven. We all know Trent is the biggest geek in the locker room anyway. No one needs to say it, just look at him!

Trent had a sour look on his face and pointed to his sideburns and bandana. Enzo tried to console him.

Edge: All jokes aside, I just had to come out and comment on your little demand. Well, frankly… Your outrageously, ridiculously, big--

Enzo’s eyes bugged widely again.

Enzo Amore: HEY, I THOUGHT EVERYONE WAS OUT OF THE LOCKER ROOM THAT ONE TIME I WAS CHANGIN’!

The crowd laughed and Trent covered his mouth in embarrassment.

Edge: I was gonna say demand again, because that’s basic sentence structure. But sure, whatever boosts your already inflated ego, buddy. When I was in the back and saw the two of you jimmy your way out here, and start talking, I knew this was exactly what you planned to do. And you know what?

The crowd gave a “WHAT?” as Trent and Enzo leaned in closer waiting for the answer to the question.

Edge: Best. Idea. Ever.

The crowd erupted. Enzo and Trent both ohhh’d in unison.

Enzo Amore: You mean… Enzo Amore should face PJ Black for the E-B-W-F World Title?!

Edge: Yes. That’s exactly what I mean. I just said that.

Enzo looked around a minute, turning to Trent and Edge multiple times. He then fell to the mat. It looked like he fainted.

Corey Graves: ...This is the guy who says he should get a world title match.

Joey Styles: He deserves it! He DID beat the world champion.

Trent quickly helped Enzo back up to his feet, handing him his microphone. Edge was still planted in the same spot he picked to the side of GTA. Enzo shook his head and smacked his face a couple of times. Trent did as well, even though Enzo was already conscious.

Enzo Amore: Wow. Man. This is somethin’ else.

Edge took a couple of steps toward the dynamic duo.

Edge: Don’t forget that I am still number one contender, though. I personally hope you defeat PJ Black and become the world champion, just so I can kick your ass again like I did at King of the Ring.

Both the excited expressions on Trent and Enzo’s faces drained quickly.

“I Hope You Suffer” by AFI blasted throughout the arena as Jimmy Havoc made his way onto the stage with a microphone.

Corey Graves: I never thought I'd say this but I'm glad Jimmy Havoc is here! Maybe he can talk some sense!

Jimmy Havoc: I think you're all forgetting one small part of all this...me! I am the King of the Ring and I too also get a title shot at Summerslam, either that's PJ Black…

The crowd booed.

Jimmy Havoc: Edge…

The crowd cheered.

Jimmy Havoc: or Enzo Amore.

The crowd erupted into louder cheers and chanted his name, Jimmy smiled.

Jimmy Havoc: Seems we know who this crowd wants. It doesn't matter if I face any of those 3 because after Summerslam I'm walking away with the world title but if you don't mind, I'd like to weigh in on this.

Edge: I mean you're already here so.

Enzo Amore: You already weigh in on everything else so why not?

Jimmy Havoc: See that's just rude. However, Enzo you do deserve that title shot against PJ Black, you made him look like an amateur to the point even Trent looks like better World Champ material.

Trent once again looked sour.

Jimmy Havoc: Enzo, I wish you all the luck in the world and whilst I'm getting my head caved in by Braun Strowman I'll be hoping you beat PJ Black. You've already done it once, now do it when it matters.

Jimmy dropped his mic and walked back through the curtain.

Edge: Good luck.

After taking his time getting out of the ring, Edge didn’t even look back to it as he walked up the ramp. For what was probably the millionth time, GTA looked at each other. Once the coast was clear, they erupted into a cheer and bro bumped chests and started dancing in the middle of the ring as their theme hit again.

Joey Styles: I think we have just witnessed a historic moment tonight.

Corey Graves: This is truly disturbing. I can’t believe it.

The show faded out into a commercial break.

MATCH THREE
Joey Styles: Up next, it's time for our main event, and it's an intriguing one... Sami Zayn teams with the 2017 King of the Ring, Jimmy Havoc, to take on Zayn's long-time rival Kevin Owens, and Havoc's former tag team partner, Braun Strowman!

Corey Graves: Intriguing, exciting – what a main event this promises to be, Joey!

"Fight" hit and Kevin Owens came out first. When Owens was in the ring, "I Am Stronger" hit and Braun Strowman made his way to the ring. "Worlds Apart" hit and Sami Zayn came out next. Perhaps wary of being double-teamed by Strowman and Owens, Zayn waited at the bottom of the ramp rather than enter the ring. "I Hope You Suffer" by AFI hit and the crowd cheered as Jimmy Havoc joined Zayn on the ramp. Havoc and Zayn entered the ring together and stood in the corner opposite Strowman and Owens as the referee called for the bell. Owens spoke to Strowman, and Strowman climbed over the top rope, taking his place on the ring apron. Owens then looked over at Sami Zayn, challenging Zayn to fight him. Zayn nodded, and Havoc moved onto the apron. Zayn then stepped towards Owens, but Owens laughed, and tagged in Braun Strowman. The crowd booed as Strowman entered the ring. Strowman ran at Zayn and went for a clothesline, but Zayn ducked out of the way, then hit Strowman with a series of punches. Strowman fought back with some punches of his own, and he was able to overpower Sami Zayn. Strowman threw Zayn into the corner and hit him with a body avalanche, then tagged in Kevin Owens. Owens kicked Zayn in the corner several times, then dragged him out of the corner and hit the Go Home Driver. He hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Owens stomped on Zayn several times, before pulling him to his feet and hitting a series of punches. He went to whip Zayn against the ropes, but Zayn reversed the Irish whip, sending Owens into the ropes then hitting a leg lariat. Both men got to their feet, and Owens went for a superkick, but Zayn ducked out of the way and got behind Owens, hitting the half and half suplex. Zayn hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... kickout! Havoc held out his hand for the tag, and Zayn obliged, tagging in the inaugural Gateway Champion. Upon entering the ring, Havoc grabbed Owens and hit a series of right hands, then hit the Death Valley Driver! He hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... again Owens kicked out! Havoc got to his feet and grabbed Owens by the leg, turning him over and locking in the STF.

Joey Styles: Zayn and Havoc working together here to keep Owens away from his corner... neither man wants to have to fight Braun Strowman!

Owens got to the ropes and Havoc broke the hold, then stepped back, waiting for Owens to get to his feet. When Owens was up, Havoc went for the Acid Rainmaker, but Owens blocked it, then hit a pumphandle neckbreaker! Both men were down, and Owens began crawling towards the corner to tag in Braun Strowman. Havoc crawled towards his corner, and he was able to get there first. He tagged Zayn into the ring, and Zayn ran across the ring, knocking Strowman off the apron! Owens looked up at Zayn and got to his feet, yelling furiously at Zayn. The two men exchanged punches furiously, and Owens was able to gain the upper hand. He set Zayn up for the package piledriver, but Zayn countered with a back body drop. At this point, Strowman entered the ring and he grabbed Zayn by the throat, hitting a chokeslam! Havoc entered the ring and attacked Strowman, but Strowman threw Havoc out of the ring, then followed him to the outside. Owens hooked Zayn by the leg and the referee counted – 1... 2... Zayn kicked out just before the 3!

Corey Graves: I can't believe it! I thought that was it for sure!

Outside the ring, Strowman and Havoc exchanged punches, but Strowman overpowered Havoc and slammed him head first into the ringpost. Strowman then removed the top of the announce table, ready to put Havoc through it, but as he turned back to face Havoc, Havoc threw the ring steps at him! Strowman fell onto the table, and Havoc hit him with the steps again, then climbed the turnbuckle and hit a diving elbow drop!

Joey Styles: OH MY GOD!

Corey Graves: Jimmy Havoc just put Braun Strowman through the announce table!

Back in the ring, Owens looked stunned at what had just happened. Zayn took advantage of the situation, rolling him up as the referee counted – 1... 2... 3! Zayn rolled out of the ring, but before he could celebrate his victory, "Break the Walls Down" hit and the General Manager, Chris Jericho, stepped out onto the stage.

Chris Jericho: Congratulations, Sami! That was impressive. You've proved you can beat Owens with a three count, but what I want to know is... if you two really are going to fight forever, which one of you will be the last man standing? That's why on Sunday at Sacrifice, you'll be facing Kevin Owens in a Last Man Standing match! And Havoc, Strowman, since it's obvious you two have "irreconcilable differences", we need to decide which one of you gets to keep the Tag Team Titles. So at Sacrifice you'll also be competing one on one, and the winner gets to keep the gold, and choose a new tag team partner. So Sami, Jimmy, good luck! I daresay you're going to need it...

"Break the Walls Down" hit again and Jericho walked back through the curtain. At the bottom of the ramp, Owens attacked Zayn from behind and hit him with a powerbomb! Owens stood over Zayn as Warfare went off the air.