I sent this last night but must have had a glitch in the system. There are three parts, imagine them in the right places during the night

THE OPENING

The usual pyro and ballyhoo started the show off.

Ranallo: With the newest EBWF pay-per-view, House of Havoc looming on the horizon, this is Warfare! Mauro Ranallo, welcoming you live to the Philips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia. I am joined as ever by my broadcast partner, Corey Graves, and Corey, tonight should start to clear up what exactly we have to look forward to on our trip across the water.

Graves: That's right, Mauro, I have it on good authority that there will be a major announcement here tonight regarding the card for House of Havoc. Not to mention a match to decide the number one contender for the Breakout Championship.

The lights went out. A spotlight shown on a rock band set up on the side of the entrance ramp. The lead singer stepped up to the mic.

Singer: I want it all...I want it all...I want it all....and I want it now.

The band kicked in to a rollicking rendition of the Queen classic while an endless stream of men in gold loin clothes and feathered masks began to pour out of the entrance. They formed two lines all the way down the ramp, easily two dozen strong. As the first verse began to wind down, the two men in front turned toward each other, sunk to one knee and extended a feathered fan. All the way up the ramp, the others mimicked this motion in a wave, until the band hit the chorus, and Dalton Castle kicked his way out of the entrance with his signature aplomb. He began his march down the ramp, accompanied by one of the Boys who carried a fine mahogany display case in his arms housing the Gateway Championship Belt.

Ranallo: And what will the trip overseas have in store for this man, our new Gateway Champion?

Graves: Dalton Castle won the belt in a stellar three-way match last week, besting Jeff Hardy and the Miz. And it looks like he's upgraded his theme song to boot. Everything is coming up Castle!

Upon reaching the bottom of the ramp, Dalton snapped his fingers and the mass of Boys swarmed the ringside area, forming a massive human pyramid reaching all the way to the top turnbuckle. Dalton walked up their backs to stand on the post and soaked in the cheers of the crowd while Boys rolled into the ring to become his stairway back down from the post. Dalton marched into the center of the ring and raised his arms, revealing shiny gold wings as streamers were thrown into the ring.

With a sly smirk, he grabbed a microphone.

Dalton: Salutations. I'm Dalton Castle, and THIS! Is my CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd roared in approval. Dalton began to pace around the ring.

Dalton: Isn't she a beaut? I intend to hold on to her for nice, LONG time. The Miz, Jeff Hardy, they put up a heck of fight last week, but in the end they learned what I've already known. I was BORN for this ring and I was BRED for gold. And anyone who wants to test me, they know where to find me. And if they don't, they can text me and I'll get right back to them unless my phone is charging or I'm busy playing Animal Crossing. But then I'LL TEXT THEM BACK LATER AND IT WILL BE ON. I will be taking on alllll comers. And even those who have issues in that area, it HAPPENS to A LOT of men, DON'T LAUGH.

Castle pointed at a dad in the front row with his son as he passed.

Dalton: Have fun explaining that one.

Castle stopped by the mahogany case and gave it a pat.

Dalton: I am taking this belt to House of Havoc, and I am issuing an open challenge. If you want your shot at the Gateway championship, man, woman, dog or child, all you have to do is be first in line and for the rest of your life, you can say, that you were the recipient of the first Champion-Grade BANGARANG. But that's the future. Tonight, is all about celebration, and there is one thing I need to celebrate this title properly. And that is to share the moment with my best friend. So BRAUN! Come out here...

He slowly stretched his palm into the sky, ready for a high-five.

Dalton: And GET! THIS! HAND!

The crowd erupted into “Get this hand! Get this hand!” chants as the Dalton held steady his position in the middle of the ring, eyes fixed on the ramp.

Ranallo: An unconventional request put forth by the Party Peacock.

Graves: If you utter the Braun Strowman's name for any reason, you are simply signing your own death warrant, Mauro.

Ranallo: Normally I'd agree with you, Corey, but Dalton Castle seems convinced that he has somehow made a connection with the Monster Among Men.

Graves: That connection is going to be between Strowman's fist and Castle's face.

The camera lingered on the entrance for a long moment, but there was no sign of Braun. Eventually the chants died down and Dalton lowered his hand.

Dalton: This is so like my newest very best friend in the world Braun Strowman, he gets shy sometimes. No worries, buddy. I will BRING THE PARTY TO YOU! Come on, boys!

“I Want It All” started back up, signaling the exit of Dalton Castle and his congregation.

Graves: Take a good long look, Mauro. This may be the last time you ever see Dalton Castle.

Ranallo: Certainly quite the interesting start to Warfare. And things are only going to heat up from here, after the break, Jeff Hardy takes on the Villain, Marty Scrull! When Warfare rolls on....





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MID SHOW

The Boys crowded around the entrance into catering and pulled away their fans as Dalton Castle entered with a crow.

Castle: Gateway Champion, COMING THROUGH!

The Party Peacock walked past the mostly empty tables, mumbling to himself.

Castle: Ooo, is that the salad today? That's look delightful, what do you think that is, a balsamic dressing? Delish! But we don't have time for a snack now! If anyone sees a Dippin' Dots cart, we will pull over, but other than that, NO TIME!

He stopped by one of the local enhancement talent brought in to fill in as security guards or paramedics or in this case, random backstage color.

Castle: I see you making googly eyes at that belt, buddy. You want a crack at it, you just gotta be first in line. Dalton Castle Gateway Title Open Challenge, the DickGatock, it's gonna be a THING!

They continued to march through the backstage area. A production assistant wandered in their path and Dalton got nose to nose with him.

Castle: Say there skippy. You seen Braun Strowman around here?

PA: N....n...no?

Castle: Do you have any idea what the five fingers said to the face?

PA: No?

Castle: Up high!

Dalton threw his hand up and waited patiently for the nervous assistant to gently touch palms before running away.

Castle: That kid could use some Boy training. Hindu Squats! 50 a day! All carb diet! High pressure mask fitting scenarios! We'd make him into something, right boys?

The congregation wandered past makeup, where Alexa Bliss was carefully finishing her eyeliner. One Boy stopped in his tracks, mesmerized as the rest of the crowd left him behind. Alexa noticed him and rolled her eyes.

Bliss: Not if you were the last boy on Earth.

Dalton marched back into frame and pushed the Boy to join the rest of the group.

Castle: FOCUS!

Alexa scoffed and went back to her makeup. After a long beat, Dalton walked back on screen.

Castle: So, what's your story?


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BEFORE THE MAIN EVENT

Braun Strowman was walking towards Gorilla for his upcoming match when he saw a flock of men in feathered masks waving him down. The Gateway Champion stepped in front of them, palm stretched to the sky.

Castle: Go get 'em, buddy!

With an annoyed grunt, Strowman swung at the nearest body, catching one Boy square in the chest and starting a domino-style chain reaction amongst the entire group that left Dalton Castle standing in the middle of a pile of bodies while Braun marched off to his match.

Castle: Right, you gotta stay focused, good point. I'll catch you after the match. Good luck, friend!

Strowman: I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND!

I love this!