The following video was filmed live by Ciampa and posted to his Facebook page 07/08/2017 while the Warfare main event was still playing out. Ciampa is seen outside the arena. The camera is close up to his face but it is clear he is wearing a grey hoodie. Ciampa looks crestfallen.

Ciampa: In this life they reckon what comes around goes around. In this biz that is especially true. My short time at EBWF has been less peaks & valleys, more like valleys and lower valleys. I tapped out Sydal and now seem to have taken on the role of resident whipping boy. Somebody needs a win, put them against Ciampa, he'll make them look good but ultimately he's beatable. Enough. How has my stock become so low? Tonight was a bit embarrassing. Losing to Havoc is one thing but to have tapped out? That is not how that story was supposed to go. I didn't have that move scouted, shame on me. Mistake made, lesson learned.. Jimmy Havoc, I am not going to bullshit, tonight you deserved the victory. In my current form who isn't going to kick my ass? Screw that. Next week I will get a chance to redeem myself. Whoever I face better be prepared to go to war. I am a man with something to prove. Win or lose, I intend to at the very least maim my opponent next week.

The video clicks off.

The next video is from the same Facebook page posted 12/08/2017. This time Ciampa is in what appear to be a very basic hotel room. Ciampa is sat on the edge of a double bed wearing his own Psycho Killer tee and black jeans. This time Tomasso Ciampa looks more determined.

Ciampa: I know who my opponent is going to be at Warfare. Joe. Samoa Joe. The man, the submission expert, the Gateway Champion. What better way to bounce back than to beat a submission expert? And that is exactly what I intend to do. I'm not as stupid as I look, I am more educated than you would give me credit for. I am going to beat Joe by hook or by crook and frankly, I need this win more. For Joe I might be another notch on his belt. Nothing major, his motivations are the same as they would be for any other match. Go in, choke someone out. Job done. Me? I have much less to lose. I'm the underdog and I hate that fact. Joe. By hook or crook? It may well have to be by crook. I'm fine with that. At this stage of my career I am not picky. One of these days there will be an uprising. Frankly, my uprising may not be now. There is time in the future. I am going to scratch and claw my way to the top of this company, my timing may not be now. But... know what? Why not? Why should I wait in line? Time to seize the moment. Time to put plans and ideas into action.

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We join Tomasso Ciampa the night before he is due to meet Joe. Based on the rundown houses and gratified walls in the background he is in a shady part of town. Ciampa is dressed in dark non descriptive clothes. Dressed like he is up to no good

Ciampa: Ladies and Gents. Welcome to the wrong side of the tracks. These are my roots. This is my home. Not my actual home. My spiritual home. This is where I need to be. Not in some gym, not backstage giving bullshit answers to Rene Young. Here. This is the advantage I have over Joe. How were you bought up Joe? On a beautiful Island, in the spoiled So Cal land? In a dojo earning belts in some garbage martial art by throwing around toddlers and pensioners. Congrats Joe. You are truly a man. That ain't me bud, I was DRAGGED up in a New York suburb. I have preached before about the advantages of your type. You make me sick. Just. Like. Roman. Screw both of you. Screw the entire Samoan Island. Screw Staten Island. Screw the country of Ireland. Nothing matters any more.

Ciampa's eyes widen. He runs his hand over his head

Ciampa: My life has been reduced to shining up other talent. Shine up Havoc, Shine up Joe. Make him look good so he seem like a worthy champion. ENOUGH, NO. MORE. Joe, you are an example of what is wrong with the wrestling industry. You have the look. Not me though. I'm mid card talent. ARGHHHHHH. I have had it up to here


Ciampa reaches his hand high above his head to indicate his level of frustration.

Ciampa: Did you listen to what Havoc said last week? He sees it, he knows, he understands. Since it was revealed I was facing you Joe all I've heard is 'Joe's Gonna Kill You'. What a steaming pile of crap. You don't know what it means to face up to a killer. You beat Havoc for the title but that's because he went soft. You couldn't beat him on his best day. You can't beat me on mine either. Tomorrow isn't going to be one of my better days. I have to shake off this feeling. I have to exorcise these demons. He is my sacrificial lamb. You are my way out Joe. My salvation. My Hero. My redemption. I am so grateful. How great am I going to look when I take down the Gateway Champion.

Police sirens interrupt Ciampa ad the blue lights fly by at high speeds. An unsetteling smile crosses Ciampa's face.

Ciampa: Joe. I hate you. I love you. You are going to be the best thing to happen to me in a long time. I am going to beat you until you are raw. Recovery time will be needed. I will batter and bruise you in the ring and leave you lying. Whoever gets the pleasure of challenging you for your belt will rejoice in the Ciampa name. I will pave the way for them to get an easy victory. See, I already know the opportunity won't be given to me. I am handed nothing. Well, not on purpose. Joe. You were meant to be my punishment. Instead you are the thing that is going to finally launch my career. Whoops. That was not the way this match was supposed do go. Oh well, surprise victory for Tomasso Ciampa. Nobody saw that coming. Upset victory. Ciampa is on the rise

Ciampa grabs his own wrist and raises it.

Ciampa: Thank you world. Thank you Joe. I couldn't have gotten here without you.

Ciampa stumbles away with his own hand raised high