MATCH ONE

Mauro Ranallo: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to EBWF Warfare, we’re just six days away from EBWF Fanniversary in sunny Los Angeles, California. Tonight, we are emanating world wide from Seattle, Washington.

Corey Graves: And we are kicking things off with women’s wrestling!

“Who’s Next” by Porcelain Black hit the PA and the crowd got another look at the newcomer to the Women’s Division, Priscilla Kelly!

Mauro Ranallo: Priscilla had some strong words for Candice LeRae this week! Let’s see if she can make good on them here tonight!

Once Kelly was in the ring “Stars in the Show” hit and LeRae came to the ring to cheers from the crowd. The referee rang the bell as she slid in under the bottom rope. Priscilla crouched down in the corner and bounced on her toes. She charged Candice, but Candice got the upper hand and threw her away. Priscilla knocked Candice off her feet and hit a monkey flip, and continued the attack, climbing on her back to apply a sleeper hold. Candice turned it into a backbreaker and covered her for a two count.

Corey Graves: Priscilla Kelly is showing her grit here!

Candice wrapped Kelly in a bearhug, but Kelly flipped over, looking for the rollup.

Mauro Ranallo: She can’t get it locked in!

Priscilla whipped Candice into the corner, but LeRae came rushing back toward her. Priscilla caught her and hit a snap mare suplex, before following up with a cross body splash. She shoved Candice a few times and then hit the Lou Thesz Press!

Corey Graves: She’s got some power too!

Candice retreated to the ring apron, but Kelly went after her, grabbing her by the hair and snapping her back inside. Priscilla Kelly wrapped her up in the Trapped in Sin, and sent Candice tapping!

Mauro Ranallo: Priscilla Kelly has done it! What a message to send to the Women’s Locker Room!

SEGMENT
The camera cut backstage to the parking lot, where Mike and Maria Kanellis had just arrived at the arena. Mike and Maria were walking through the parking lot, arm in arm. Suddenly Tommaso Ciampa burst into the scene. He narrowly missed Maria as he charged at Mike, taking him down with a tackle from behind. Before Mike could react, Ciampa nailed him in the back of the head with a couple of stiff forearm shots then grabbed him by the back of the neck and forced his face further towards the ground. Ciampa turned his head towards Maria and smirked. Maria studied the scene for a moment looking like she wanted to help her husband.

Tommaso Ciampa: Run Maria! Get help. Your husband is going to need it really soon.

Maria considered this before briskly walking off to get help as Ciampa began to lay into her husband

Tomasso Ciampa: You looked so happy just now Mikey. I couldn’t take it. I want to see your sad face.

Ciampa lifted Kanellis’ head up, he looked dazed.

Tomasso Ciampa: Better! We were supposed to have a match, right? It was going to be a massacre, it was not going to end well for you. So, I saved us both some time. And people tell me I’m selfish. Happy?

Ciampa stood and took a few steps back and attempted a running boot to Kanellis but he moved and Ciampa instead hit nothing but air. The momentum caused Ciampa to stumble forward and Kanellis took the opportunity to get to his feet. Mike looked at Ciampa, decided against retaliation and began to walk off in the direction Maria had gone. Ciampa regained his footing and gave chase.

Tomasso Ciampa: I tried to do something nice for you.

Ciampa caught up with Mike and grabbed him and Irish whipped him into a parked car. Kanellis hit the car with an audible thud. Ciampa grabbed Kanellis and dragged him so both men were stood onto the roof of the car. He set Kanellis up and nailed him with a powerbomb into the windshield of the car. Ciampa stood on the roof looking down at the beaten down Kanellis.

Tomasso Ciampa: Lucky your wife went to get help.

As if on cue Maria returned with a referee and a couple of security guards who forcefully escorted Ciampa away from the parking lot towards the backstage area.

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

When Warfare returned from a commercial break, Mike Kanellis was being loaded into the back of an ambulance.

Mauro Ranallo: Welcome back! If you’re just joining us, before the commercial break Tommaso Ciampa assaulted Mike Kanellis in the parking lot. Kanellis and Ciampa were supposed to be going one on one later tonight, but it doesn’t look like that match will be happening…

Corey Graves: Ciampa is on a mean streak right now, Mauro. First he attacked Samoa Joe last week, injuring him… I thought that was just to send a message to Braun Strowman, but based on his actions tonight I think he just likes hurting people!

Mauro Ranallo: He’s a sadistic man, Corey, no doubt about that. Folks, we will try to keep you updated on the condition of Mike Kanellis throughout the show.

SEGMENT
The cameras came back from a commercial break with the EBWF Women’s GM, Angelina Love, standing in the ring. A table had been set up with a black table cloth over it. Three computer chairs were set up on either side of the table, with the third chair being set up at the head of the table. Angelina lifted the microphone in her hand and began to speak up over the cheering audience.

Angelina Love: Ladies and Gentlemen of the EBWF Universe, it is time for the official contract signing for the EBWF Women’s Championship which WILL be defended at Fanniversary!

The audience popped. Angelina allowed a few moments to pass before she continued.

Angelina Love: I will be present to oversee this contract signing. I am also here to ensure that things don’t get out of hand, and that this will remain a professional contract signing. There will be NO physical altercations in my ring during this signing, and anyone who dares to tempt fate with me.. Will be met with harsh punishments. I am here to keep order in this division. For far too long, women were running rough shot all over the place, attacking personnel, interfering in matches left and right, and even destroying personal property. Now.. all of that has come to and end since Wes Ikeda appointed ME as the Women’s GM himself.

Angelina Love paced slowly around the table as she spoke to the audience. She ran one of her hands across the back of one of the computer chairs as she slowly walked passed it, absentmindedly. Suddenly she stopped and smirked at the camera.

Angelina Love: ..And not to “toot” my own horn, but things have improved tenfold in this division since I’ve been handed the reins. So.. toot, toot.

Angelina Love brushed some of her hair back and tucked it behind her ear. The crowd gave a mixed reaction.

Angelina Love: Honor and respect WILL be restored in this division. Mark my words, ladies.

The crowd cheered louder this time. 

Angelina Love: Moving right along.. It’s time to get the wheels turning, so.. Come on down to the ring, ladies. Without further adieu.. The challenger at Fanniversary for the EBWF Women’s Championship.. From Columbus, Ohio.. ALEXA.. .. BLISS!!!

“Crushed” by Parkway Drive played over the PA system. The audience instantly began to boo loudly. After a few seconds, Alexa Bliss walked out from behind the staging curtains with a stern look on her face. If anyone on the roster had permanent “bitch face”, it was Alexa. She practically snarled at the crowd’s reaction to her as she made her way down to the ring. She walked with a certain cockiness in her step, clearly unbothered by people’s opinions of her. She was, afterall, a Goddess in her own mind. Everyone was beneath her, and everything about her body language showed exactly that. No one was on her level. Ever. Atleast.. In her world.

Alexa took her time getting to the ring, Her eyes locked on Angelina, and Angelina’s on her. The two were clearly not fond of one another but this had to remain professional. Angelina motioned for Alexa to hurry along, pretending to point at a non existent watch on her wrist.

Angelina Love: Let’s pick up the pace, sister. We don’t have all night for this..

Alexa shot a snotty expression to Angelina as she walked up the steel steps. Alexa walked on the ring apron and climbed between the ropes. She brushed passed Angelina and rolled her eyes. 

Angelina Love: And now… your current EBWF Women’s Champion.. ..ZAHHRRAA.. SCHREIBERRR!!

“Lost in the Static” by After the Burial blasted over the PA system. The fans booed even louder somehow as the arena went dark. Red lights flashed along the entrance way as the champion emerged from behind the staging curtains. Zahra wore all black, as per usual, her skin tight clothes clung to her like a second skin. She wore the title around her slender waist. Zahra didn’t react one bit to the boo’s as she walked towards the ring, stone faced. She walked up to the ring apron and grabbed onto the middle rope. Zahra pulled herself up onto the ring apron in one fluid motion. She entered between the second and third rope and faced camera side. She stood at the ring ropes still as can be, not even taunting the fans. She stayed still as a statue for a few moments before she took off the Women’s championship and held it high above her head. The arena lights returned to normal as the music cut off. Zahra turned towards Alexa and Angelina, confidently placing the title over her shoulder. Alexa was already sat in one of the chairs and appeared bored that she even had to do this.

Alexa Bliss: Hurry up already! We don’t have all night.. According to our 
leader over there.

Alexa rolled her eyes in annoyance and drummed her fingers on the arm rests of the computer chair.

Zahra: Ahhhh.. In a hurry to meet your end I see.. why wait?

Zahra stepped towards the table in a daring motion, “bowing” up at Alexa. A grin of pure, demented evilness crept across her face. Alexa flinched and pushed her chair back away from the table before quickly standing to her feet and glaring right back at the champion.

Angelina: Whoa, whoa, let's not get ahead of ourselves ladies.. Remember what I said earlier? Yeah.. that applies to now. So let us all take a seat aannndddd handle this fight contract like a big bunch of grown up’s! Capice? Capice!

Angelina Love took a seat. Alexa Bliss and Zahra Schreiber remained standing and neither budged a muscle. Angelina gritted her teeth together and shook her head.

Angelina: I SAID TAKE A SEAT!!!

Both women broke their stare down and looked at Angelina with fire in their eyes. Both women huffed and obeyed Angelina’s order by slowly taking a seat.

Angelina: Peachy! 

Angelina slid the contract onto the table between the two and patted it with her manicured fingers.

Angelina: Now, both of you have been in this position many times, so let’s bored everyone with the small details. This contract is just your normal contract. There’s no special stipulation.. This is no speciality match. At Fanniversary, the two of you will go one on one for the EBWF Women’s Championship.

Alexa: About time..

Angelina: Do you have something to say?

Angelina looked over at Alexa with an annoyed look on her face, after being cut off. Alexa nodded and raised the microphone up.

Alexa: In fact, yes.. Yes I do..

Alexa paused as Angelina sat back in her chair. Alexa looked across the table at Zahra.

Alexa: You know that championship doesn’t belong to you. At WrestleMania, you stole my moment. Since then, I have done nothing but work my way to this moment. I’ve had to jump through more hoops than any one.

Alexa rolled her eyes and looked over at Angelina with a smug look out of the corner of her eyes.

Alexa: Unlike all these other girls in the back that just show up to the party and think that they’re the queen bee around here.. You’re looking at the only woman that has put in more work to get that championship than any of them. And whether you want to admit it or not, you know that at Fanniversary, when you’re in this ring with me for that championship.. It’s in bigger jeopardy than it has ever been in before.

Zahra: Oh is that so? Do tell..

Alexa: On the outside, you might come off confident. You want everyone to think that you’re not worried about anything, but you know the truth. Deep down, you know that you’ve never beaten me. Not once..

Zahra sat back in her chair and shook her head.

Alexa: That’s right.. You have never beaten me and that scares you. At Fanniversary, you have to beat me for that championship. You’re not going to get away with a pin on that waste of space Liv Morgan.. God no.. At Fanniversary, you defend that championship against just me. And that terrifies you.

Zahra: Terrifies me? Oh how naive you are Alexa. You’re about to sign your life away to me when you sign that little contract. Then it will be official. I won’t have to hear anymore excuses on why you come up short on the big win.. Every.. Single.. Time.. I think we’re all a little tired of hearing you whine about it being everyone else’s fault but your own. Come Fanniversary, darling, I am going to feast on your broken body, and pick my teeth clean with your shattered bone shards because it’s all that will be left of you when I’m done. So go ahead.. You wanted this moment so badly.. why don’t you shut the hell up for once in your pathetic little life and just sign your damn name already?!

Alexa stood up from the chair which instantly made Zahra and Angelina stand up.

Angelina: ALEXA!! Remember what I said to you.. If you do anything, I will take this shot away from you! You haven’t signed the contract. I can still rip it out from under you!!

Alexa looked over at Angelina as she threatened her title shot once again. Zahra laughed at her from across the table and sat back down. She lifted up her pen and signed the contract. She pushed the contract to Alexa and raised the microphone.

Zahra: Go on.. Be a good little pet and do what you’re told.

Alexa looked at Zahra as she picked up the pen. Alexa slowly signed her name as she stared in the eyes of Zahra. Once both signature were on the contract, Angelina picked it up and stood up.

Angelina: Alright, well.. That’s that then. It’s official. Fanniversary we will see Zahra Schreiber defend her Women’s championship against Alexa Bliss!

The crowd cheered. Alexa went to stand up just as Zahra shoved the desk forward and into Alexa’s gut. She picked up the championship and quickly slid out of the ring as Alexa flipped the table and went to charge after her. Angelina however got in front of Alexa.

Alexa: MOVE IT!!

Angelina shook her head and remained in the way as Zahra strolled back up the ramp with a smile on her face. Angelina looked over her shoulder and waited for Zahra to be back up the ramp before she let Alexa free.

MATCH TWO

“Psycho Killer” by Talking Heads hit, and the crowd booed as Tommaso Ciampa made his way to the ring.

Mauro Ranallo: What the hell is Ciampa doing out here? Mike Kanellis is in the hospital, his match has been cancelled!

Corey Graves: Clearly Tommaso Ciampa isn’t satisfied with just hurting Mike Kanellis, Mauro…

As Ciampa entered the ring, he grabbed a microphone from ringside and cleared his throat loudly down the microphone. His music was cut, and Ciampa began to speak.

Tommaso Ciampa: I changed my mind. I think a fair one on one contest between myself and Mike Kanellis is exactly what you wanted to see. I’ll give the people what they want. Get me a referee and count that man out.

Ciampa waited for a moment. When no referee appeared, he raised the microphone back to his lips.

Tommaso Ciampa: These last couple of weeks have been fun. Hurting people is fun. Ever since I outsmarted Braun and broke that chain it’s made me thirsty for more. Then I ran outta chains. I asked myself, what is better than breaking chains? Clearly the answer is breaking bodies! So that’s exactly what I decided I’m going to do. Last week I sent Samoa Joe packing. Tonight it was Mike Kanellis. There are going to be a lot of bodies mounting up. I might arrange to have an ambulance follow me around from now on just in case.

Ciampa paused to soak in the boos.

Tommaso Ciampa: Well it doesn’t look like we’re going to get a referee, but let’s make this official. Christy - declare me the victor of this match!

Ciampa turned to face ring announcer Christy Hemme, who appeared reluctant to enter the ring and get anywhere near the Psycho Killer. Ciampa was about to say something else when the sound of ambulance sirens blasted through the PA system. Ciampa turned around, and the camera cut to the top of the stage, where an ambulance was reversing out onto the stage.

Mauro Ranallo: What the hell? Surely Mike Kanellis hasn’t returned from the hospital already?

Corey Graves: I hope not… does he have a death wish?!

The ambulance doors opened and out stepped… BRAUN STROWMAN! The crowd erupted as Strowman walked down towards the ring. Ciampa’s eyes widened with fear. Strowman climbed over the top rope, snatched the microphone from Ciampa and began to speak.

Braun Strowman: You like hurting people, huh? Well Ciampa, why don’t you try hurting me?

Ciampa didn’t move. This seemed to amuse Strowman.

Braun Strowman: Yeah… that’s what I thought. You attacked Samoa Joe after I had already beaten him. You attacked Mike Kanellis from behind. You daren’t fight me, at least not unless I have my back turned. Because you’re a coward.

The crowd started chanting “You’re a coward!” Ciampa shook his head furiously.

Braun Strowman: Well Ciampa, here’s the thing. This Sunday, at Fanniversary, you will be fighting me. Because I just spoke to Wes Ikeda backstage, and as a result of your actions these past two weeks, he has sanctioned a rematch between the two of us. And not just any match… since you like hurting people so much, he’s made it an ambulance match!

The crowd cheered. Braun grinned. Ciampa seemed to have a lump in his throat.

Braun Strowman: I’ll find out where the nearest hospital is to the Staples Center, and ask them to make up a bed for you. See you Sunday, Tommy!

Laughing, Strowman exited the ring and made his way back up the ramp. Ciampa stared at the ambulance, looking dumbfounded as Warfare went to commercial.

MATCH THREE
“How Do You Like Me Now” played as Warfare returned from commercial break. Hardcore Holly stood in the center of the ring with his favorite weapon, the black steel chair, in his hands. The referee warned him as the two stood there. The referee wanted the chair, but Hardcore blew him off and stared up at the stage.

Mauro Ranallo: Hardcore Holly paying no attention to the official.

Corey Graves: Hardcore wants to prove he’s the toughest, why does he need the chair?

Mauro Ranallo: You’ve seen the way Legion works.. Wouldn’t you want an insurance policy?

The arena went dark as the all the lights went out at once. Static took over the titan tron as “Lost In the Static” by After the Burial blasted on the sound system. The camera flashed to Hardcore Holly, who even in the blackness, stood there and waited for Tommy End to come down to the ring. The boos of the EBWF Universe grew as soon as Tommy End walked out on the stage, Michael Dante to his right and Zahra Schreiber stood at his left.

Corey Graves: Tommy not coming to the ring alone.

Mauro Ranallo: Did you expect him to?

Tommy stood at the top of the ramp with his comrades for a few moments. The stared back at Hardcore Holly in the ring. Hardcore held up his hand and motioned for Tommy to bring it. Tommy looked over at Zahra who smiled back. She place her hand on the EBWF Women’s Championship belt around her waist. Dante held up both the EBWF Tag-Team Championship belts over Tommy’s head. Tommy looked back down at Hardcore Holly as he brought up in front of him the white steel chair he held at his side. He smirked before the three members of Legion headed to the ring.

Mauro Ranallo: Well there goes Hardcore’s idea.. Tommy End is bring his own steel chair.

Hardcore readied himself in the ring as Tommy neared the end of the ramp. Legion split and rounded the ring as Tommy stood at the side of the ring. He stared into the ring where Hardcore held the chair, ready to swing. The referee got in between both men and told them both to drop the chairs. Tommy moved towards the ring and lift his free hand up to the bottom rope. He pulled himself onto the apron and stood up, just the ropes and the referee between him and Hardcore.

Corey Graves: A stare down.

Mauro Ranallo: But this isn’t a no disqualification match. They need to put down the chairs.

Corey Graves: Do you want to tell them that?

Tommy tightened his grip on his chair. The referee turned his body to Tommy and told him to drop the chair. Tommy looked past the referee and looked straight into the eyes of Hardcore. Tommy entered the ring slowly. He brought his chair into the ring against the referee’s demands. He turned to Hardcore and went to get in his face, but the referee refrained him. Hardcore mouthed off at Tommy and threatened him with the steel chair. Tommy held his chair up ready to strike. The referee warned both of them once more before the both reached out and shoved the referee to the side. Both men arched their chairs back and swung hard. A loud bang rang out through out the arena as the two chairs smashed into other at the height of their swings. The vibration made both men drop the chairs instantly. Hardcore and Tommy stared at each other again before they exploded as they begun to unleash into one another.

Mauro Ranallo: It’s begun!!

The referee kicked both chairs out of the ring as he called for the bell. Hardcore and Tommy laid into each other with a series of rights back and forth in the center of the ring. Neither man gave an inch while they unloaded.

Corey Graves: They’re both throwing rights like there’s no tomorrow!!

Mauro Ranallo: We knew this was going to be physical.

Hardcore hit Tommy hard to the jaw, which spun Tommy around. In the rebound, Tommy continued to spin and connected with a back hand to Hardcore’s temple. Hardcore stumbled backwards a step. He straightened up just as Tommy turned completely around. Tommy looked sternly in Hardcore’s eyes. He shook his head slowly. Hardcore lunged at him, but Tommy dodged out of the way and delivered a stiff kick to the back of the leg. Hardcore grabbed at the back of his thigh. Tommy smirked and took a step back. He held up his hands motioned for Hardcore to bring it.

Mauro Ranallo: Tommy is seeming to be one step ahead of Hardcore here tonight.

Hardcore looked furious at Tommy. He sized him up, but Tommy just adjusted himself and backed away. Hardcore worked Tommy back into the corner. Tommy tried to squeeze by out of the corner, but Hardcore caught him and threw him back into the corner. Hardcore threw a few hay-makers right to Tommy’s ribs. The referee called for the break, but Hardcore continued to throw his rights.

Referee: 1… 2… 3… 4…

Hardcore threw up his hands and looked as though he was about to pull away from Tommy. Before he did, Hardcore threw an elbow that connected right above the eye of Tommy. Hardcore backed away as Tommy crumbled in the corner. The referee warned Hardcore of the illegal strike be he turned around and checked on Tommy. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of gloves. When he adjusted, the camera got a shot of Tommy end with a small cut above his right eye.

Mauro Ranallo: Oh no.. Tommy is busted open.

Tommy lifted his hand to his face and brushed it through the blood. He looked at the blood on his hand and then up at Hardcore. He placed his hands on the middle rope and pulled himself up to his feet. Hardcore looked at Tommy and smiled at his handy work. Once on his feet, Tommy looked at his hand once more. He closed his eyes as his breathing begun to quicken. Tommy opened his eyes as he glared at Hardcore. He walked out of the corner and up to Hardcore and slammed his head against Hardcore’s.

Mauro Ranallo: A HEADBUTT!!

Hardcore backed up a few steps and grab at his own head. Tommy wasted no time as he leapt into the air and stuck Hardcore in the side of the head with his knee. Hardcore stumbled and then dropped to knee in the corner. Tommy walked up to Hardcore, who sudden reached forward and grabbed Tommy. He lifted Tommy into the air and dropped him face for against the top turnbuckle. Tommy’s head jolted back as his body fell to the mat. Hardcore took a few steps before he turned towards Tommy. He watched as Tommy pulled himself up into the turnbuckle. Hardcore walked up and knelt down in front of Tommy. He grabbed his head and held it in place as he unleashed forearm after forearm to the right side of Tommy’s head.

Corey Graves: Hardcore smells the blood and is focusing on that cut.

Mauro Ranallo: The referee may need to think about stopping this match.

With each strike of the forearm, with a few well placed elbows, the cut above Tommy’s eye opened wider. The referee ran up and pulled Hardcore back off Tommy. Hardcore looked at the blood on his forearm and smiled. The referee turned to Tommy and checked on him. The right side of Tommy’s face dorned the crimson mask of his own blood. Tommy blinked as he looked at the referee. He shook his head instinctively, letting the referee know not to stop the match. Tommy, with the aid of the ring ropes, pulled himself back to his feet. He stood in the corner and looked out at Hardcore, who had cocky, confident smirk on his face.

Mauro Ranallo: Tommy doesn’t look all there..

Corey Graves: Those forearms from Hardcore Holly really opened that cut up.

Tommy staggered out of the corner and walked up Hardcore once again. He looked him dead in the eye and spat in Hardcore’s face. Along with blood, the spit hit Hardcore right under the left eye. Hardcore’s eyes grew as he reached up to his face. Instantly, Hardcore backed Tommy into the turnbuckle once more with rights and lefts. This time, pure rage made Hardcore unload with closed first. Tommy stagger backwards and after one perfectly place right, Tommy slunk into the corner.

Mauro Ranallo: THAT DID IT!!!

Corey Graves: Tommy End is out on his feet right now.

Mauro Ranallo: The only reason he’s on his feet is that turnbuckle.

Hardcore grabbed Tommy’s wrist and he whipped him across the ring into the opposing turnbuckle. Tommy however grabbed the top rope and lifted himself in the air. Hardcore came running after Tommy, but saw at the last second and reached up and grabbed Tommy’s legs. He shook his head and looked at Tommy, who peeked down. Hardcore turned around and put Tommy’s legs on his shoulder. He positioned his arms around the legs. Tommy clung to the top with with all his grip.

Mauro Ranallo: Hardcore looking for the Alabama Slam! This could be it!!

Corey Graves: Tommy holding on with all his strength.

Mauro Ranallo: Who would have known this would have come down to a test of strength?

Hardcore tried to step forward and pull Tommy off the top rope. He yanked in attempt to hit his finisher, but Tommy kept his grip tight. After a few seconds, Tommy wiggled his legs and got on free. He kneed Hardcore in the side of the head. He brought his knee to his chest and kicked down across the upper back of Hardcore with sent Hardcore in the center of the ring. Tommy dropped down to his feet and turned around. Hardcore had spun around first and already charged at Tommy, but Tommy spun around and got his foot up just in time to connect square on Hardcore’s jaw.

Mauro Ranallo: OWARI DEATH KICK!!

Hardcore’s body fell to mat limp, however Tommy fell against the ropes and looked out of it. He looked to the crowd through the red tint of his blood as he listened to their boos. Tommy looked back at Hardcore who laid prone on the mat.

Mauro Ranallo: Why is Tommy not going for the cover? This is his opening..

Corey Graves: If I know Tommy, he has something else in mind..

Tommy pulled himself back to his vertical base and walked over to body of Hardcore Holly. He stood over Hardcore and looked out at the EBWF Universe once more. He paused for few moments and he then tucked his foot up under Hardcore’s jaw and he slowly lifted Hardcore’s body off the mat. Tommy outstretched his leg until Hardcore Holly was on his feet once more. Tommy got into Hardcore’s face and screamed.

Tommy End: Who’s tougher now!

Tommy spun around once again and hit with a second Owari Death Kick right to Hardcore’s jaw. Hardcore’s body fell limp to the mat once more. The EBWF, in an odd fashion, begun to chant.

EBWF Universe: ONE MORE TIME!! ONE MORE TIME!!

Tommy stood above Hardcore’s body and looked out at the crowd. He looked down at Hardcore. The referee shook his head and waved Tommy back. The crowd’s chant continued until Tommy shrugged his shoulders and turned his body towards Hardcore. He tucked his foot under that jaw. The crowd shockingly cheered as Tommy lifted Hardcore’s body. Once Hardcore was on his feet again, Tommy spun around and connected with a third Owari Death Kick. Hardcore’s body collapsed to the mat. Tommy dropped down behind him and flipped Hardcore onto his back and hooked the leg.

Referee: 1… 2… 3…

The referee called for the bell and Tommy rolled off Hardcore and held his hand in the air. “Lost In the Static” blasted onto the sound system as Zahra and Dante entered the ring. Zahra walked over to Tommy and helped him to his feet. Tommy looked at Zahra with a smile. The lights in the arena go out as the single red spotlight shined down on Legion.

MATCH FOUR
Kevin Steen was to the ring first, followed by Aiden English who received a huge ovation from the crowd.

Mauro Ranallo: This Sunday at Fanniversary, the Breakout Champion Aiden English will put his title on the line against Hardcore Holly, but tonight he goes one on with Kevin Steen!

English got into the ring, and the bell rang. They locked up and English stunned Owens by powering him down. They locked up again, but this time Steen got the upper hand. Steen applied a side headlock on English and slapped him in the side of the head. English recalibrated and took him down. He got him in the corner, but Steen moved. English leap frogged Steen, but Steen pulled the top rope down to get him back in the ring. English got up on the apron, and Steen knocked him off with a forearm. Steen got out of the ring and punched English, but English wasn't rocked too bad and clotheslined Steen again. He helped Steen into the ring, but Kevin had enough time to recover, quickly and clotheslined Aiden back to the outside. English tried to climb back up but Steen kicked him in the face. Steen backed up and hit a summersault senton! The crowd booed.

Corey Graves: This crowd is not happy to see Steen getting the upper hand on Aiden English.

The two men traded right hands at ringside with English coming out on top. Aiden whipped Steen into the barricade and charged at him. Steen moved, and Aiden English hit the barricade hard.

Mauro Ranallo: This match continues when Warfare returns.

*commercial*

Warfare returned from the break to see English applying a chin lock to Steen. Steen fought up and elbowed out. English charged, but Steen elbowed him. Aiden hit him with rapid forearms and a "Let's Go Aiden" chant filled the arena. Aiden clotheslined Steen in the corner before hitting a running shoulder. Steen started to fight back and hit the ropes, but Aiden countered him with a spinebuster. Aiden put on a full nelson, but Steen got out by stomping the foot. Steen super kicked English and hit the stunner, going for the pin.

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2...

Mauro Ranallo: Oh! Aiden English just barely kicked out!

Steen went to the top rope, but he was too slow. Aiden got him in the tree of woe before kicking him in the leg. Steen doubled over, and this gave Aiden the time to hit Director's Cut and he went for the pin.

1...

2...

3!

"Toreador II" hit the PA and Aiden celebrated his victory as Warfare went to break.

MATCH FIVE
Warfare returned from commercial break at ringside, where eight men and one woman, stood outside the ring on opposing sides. On one side stood members of Legions. Side by side, Kazuchika Okada and Adam Page stood. Down from them was Michael Dante. And next to the only woman at ringside, Zahra Schreiber, Tommy stood with some dried blood stains remained on his skin. A bandage taped above his right eye. Legion starred across the ring at the back up for Jimmy Havoc. A mix-match pairing of The Miz, Aiden English, Chris Jericho, and the most recent acquired, Marty Scurll.

Mauro Ranallo: With Legion and Jimmy Havoc’s squad at ringside.. This match is going to break down.

Corey Graves: You think?

As the cameras continue to move around through the men at ringside, the lights in the arena go out. Familiar static comes onto the titan tron as “Lost In the Static” blasted onto the sound system. A spotlight shined on the stage as Mikey Whiplash walked out. He stood there for a moment, dressed in black trunk, black boots, and black fishnet stockings on his legs. Dorned in his makeup, Whiplash paused before he walked down the ramp.

Christy Hemme: Making his way to the ring, representing Legion. From Stoke on Trent, Staffordshire, England. MIKEY WHIP…

All of the sudden the lights in the arena came on and revealed Jimmy Havoc at ringside. At his feet, Mikey Whiplash rolled back and forth and held onto his back. The EBWF Universe cheered with the first glimpse of Havoc. Legion walked around the side of the ring and looked to check on Whiplash, but Havoc stood in the way. His team walked up past him and stood in the middle of Havoc and Whiplash and the rest of Legion. Havoc smirked and waved at Legion.

Mauro Ranallo: It looks like Havoc’s friends are going to make sure this match stays fair.

Corey Graves: Ugh.. That sounds so weird..

Mauro Ranallo: What?

Corey Graves: The words Jimmy Havoc and friends, used in the same sentence..

Havoc reached down and grabbed Whiplash by the hair and lead him over to the ring. He threw Whiplash into the ring and slid in behind him. The referee signaled for the bell and the match was official. Whiplash crawled to the center of the ring and got on his knees. He turned to Havoc and begged him. Havoc stood up in front of Whiplash and looked down at him. He looked over at Legion at ringside and shook his head. Whiplash went for a low blow but Jimmy quickly bent down and blocked it. He held onto Whiplash’s wrist.

Mauro Ranallo: Whiplash went for a cheap shot!!

Corey Graves: Havoc’s felt that multiple times over the past few months, I don’t think that’s going to work.

Whiplash continued to beg as Havoc held onto his hand. Havoc looked out to the crowd and smiled. He then let go of the wrist, but grabbed the fingers. Just like his newest friend at ringside, Havoc quickly pulled the fingers apart on Whiplash. Whiplash grabbed at his hand and screamed as he jumped to his feet and walked around the ring. Havoc laughed as he watched. Whiplash turned to Havoc and went for a clothesline. Havoc ducked under the attempt and spun around and hit a right hand. He charged forward as he wailed down with right hand after right hand. He backed Whiplash to the ropes, which Whiplash crawl between them to break the assault. The referee stepped in the way and back Havoc off. Havoc shook his head as he waited for Whiplash to come out from being entangled in the ropes. Havoc took his hands and put them behind his back. He smiled at Whiplash.

Jimmy Havoc: Come on.. Free shot.

Havoc closed his eyes and stuck out his jaw. He stood in the center of the ring like that for a few seconds before Whiplash slowly got out of the ropes. He walked over to Havoc who remained still. Hesitant, Whiplash took a few more seconds before he attempted to hit Havoc. At the last second, Havoc opened his eyes and kicked Whiplash in the midsection. As Whiplash doubled over, Havoc hooked his head and dropped back quickly with a snap DDT. Havoc sat up and shrugged his shoulders as the EBWF Universe cheered.

Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy Havoc seems to be playing games here tonight.

Corey Graves: Jimmy Havoc and Mikey Whiplash know each other so well. This is Jimmy Havoc showing you just how well he knows Mikey Whiplash.

Havoc returned to his feet as Whiplash rolled to the side of the ring. He slid out under the bottom rope and stepped down on to the ringside floor. He looked up and looked at his sides. There stood Marty Scurll, and on the other side, The Miz. You can see Mikey Whiplash mouth the word, “Fuck” as Scurll and Miz both grabbed Whiplash and threw him back into the ring. Whiplash stood and faced the ropes and begun to yell down at Miz and Scurll, but this led Jimmy Havoc to walk up behind him. Whiplash sighed as he remembered he was in a match. Whiplash turned to face Havoc, but all he saw was the tip of Havoc’s thumb as he shoved it to Whiplash’s eyes.

Corey Graves: Ooo.. There’s nothing like a good thumb to the eyes to ruin anyone’s vision.

The referee warned Havoc who held his hands up in defense. Havoc laughed as Whiplash felt his way to the turnbuckle. He leaned against it as he held his hand over his eye. Havoc walked up to Whiplash and instead of attacking, Havoc casually walked up and hit Whiplash with a clean elbow. The referee warned him once more, but Havoc grabbed Whiplash by the hair and pulled him out of the corner. He lead Whiplash to the center of the ring. Havoc played to a the crowd a little too long, which allowed Whiplash to knee Havoc in the gut and quickly lift him up in the air. In one fluid motion, Whiplash dropped Havoc straight down on the top of his head. Whiplash laid back on the mat as Havoc rolled out of the ring after the impact on his neck.

Mauro Ranallo: A brain-buster to Jimmy Havoc.. That could have been it if Jimmy hadn’t rolled out of the ring.

Corey Graves: But look what side Havoc rolled out on?

Havoc slowly got to his feet and looked around. Legion surround him. Havoc shrugged his shoulders and started to throw fists at the nearest Legion members. Havoc continued to strike until there was an opening. He leapt for the apron, only to be caught by Michael Dante in mid air. Dante took Havoc and he rammed him back against the barricade. Dante then took Havoc and spun around and rammed him into the edge of the ring before he finally threw him into the ring. The team of Havoc’s friend around the ring and exchanged words with Legion. Whiplash dropped down on top of Havoc for the pin.

Mauro Ranallo: Whiplash to pin the EBWF World Champion!!

Referee: 1… 2..

Havoc quickly got his shoulder up. The havoc on the outside of the ring separated momentary as the match continued in the ring. Whiplash had a headlock applied in the center of the ring. The referee knelt down with a clear view of Jimmy Havoc as he asked if he wanted to give in. Havoc continued to answer no. Havoc’s friends at ringside begun to pound on the mat, which got the EBWF Universe back into the match. Havoc fed off the energy and managed to get back to his feet. He elbow Whiplash in the midsection a couple of times to create separation, but as soon as Havoc went to run to the ropes, Whiplash grabbed at his hair and yanked him down to the mat. Havoc grabbed at the back of his head as the referee warned Whiplash about the hair.

Mauro Ranallo: Havoc hit hard on the mat.

Whiplash looked over and flipped off Havoc’s friends. The EBWF Universe booed as each man on that side of the ring wanted to get into the ring. Mikey turned back around to Havoc and bent down to pick him up. He lifted Havoc back to his feet and instead of delivering a move. Whiplash tossed Havoc over the top rope. Havoc crashed hard onto the floor outside and rolled to the barricade. Havoc looked up to see Legion all converge on Havoc. Each man begun to shove their foot into Havoc’s body as they stomped away at the champion.

Mauro Ranallo: This is cheap.. The lumberjacks are there to keep this match in the ring, not attack a participant.

Havoc’s friends rounded the ring quickly, all except for one. The group jumped on the backs of Legion and instantly a brawl ensued. Immediately the referee waved off the match and called for the bell.

Corey Graves: Well, there goes this one..

Mauro Ranallo: This is complete chaos!!

Whiplash stood in the center of the ring and watched as Legion begun to pair off with members of Jimmy Havoc’s little group. He laughed as though he thought he was safe until, out of nowhere, Marty Scurll jumped on the back of Whiplash and locked in the cross-face chicken wing. Scurll fell backwards and hooked the legs around Whiplash’s body.

Mauro Ranallo: THE CHICKEN WING!!! Marty Scurll has Mikey Whiplash locked up in the center of the ring!!

Outside of the ring, the pair of Michael Dante and Aiden English squared off. Dante kneed English in the midsection and threw him into the steel steps. A few feet away, Adam Page locked up against The Miz. The two men exchanged lefts and rights before Miz took a kick to the midsection to open it up. Miz then took Page’s head and he bounced it off the barricade. Page stumbled away from the Miz, but the Miz followed closely.

Corey Graves: Things are breaking down!!

Just then Okada walked over to the announcer table and he bounced Chris Jericho’s head off it. Jericho flung back and stumbled to the ring apron. Okada walked up to Jericho and swung for a punch, but Jericho ducked. Jericho lifted Okada in the air and dropped him with a back body drop onto the edge of the apron.

Mauro Ranallo: TWO LEGENDS BATTLING IN FRONT OF US!!!

Corey Graves: This is a dream match in the making!

Back where the chaos began, Jimmy Havoc and Tommy End stood at ringside. The EBWF Universe erupted as the two starred each other down. All of a sudden, from behind, Zahra nailed Jimmy Havoc with the white steel chair. Havoc bowed his back as he dropped to his knees. Tommy stood in front of Havoc and lift his head and smiled once again. Just then, another crack from the steel chair connected with Jimmy’s back.

Mauro Ranallo: Zahra Schreiber again with the cheap shot on Jimmy Havoc.

Corey Graves: At least she let his balls alone this time..

Zahra screamed out with laughter before she brought the chair around the side of her body. Just then, a loud cheer was heard when out of nowhere, challenger to Zahra’s EBWF Women’s Champion, Alexa Bliss bolted past Tommy End and spear Zahra into the barricade, which gave way into the time keep area.

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA!!!

Corey Graves: What the..

Mauro Ranallo: Alexa Bliss just speared Zahra through the barricade!!

The EBWF Universe went ballistic. Just then, Tommy ran at the kneeling Havoc and kneed him in the skull. Tommy then hurried over to the pile of debris and moved a few things and pulled Zahra out of the wreckage. Tommy then walked over to Chris Jericho and he grabbed him and threw Jericho into the steel steps. Tommy gathered up Okada and walked back over to Zahra.

Mauro Ranallo: Tommy is gathering the troops..

Inside the ring, Dante ran at Whiplash and Scurll and jumped and landed on the pile back first. Scurll, on the bottom of the pile, released the hold. Dante grabbed Whiplash and tossed him to the edge of the ring. As he exited the ring with Whiplash, Jimmy Havoc entered the ring with a microphone. Dante and Whiplash picked up Adam Page as the met back up with the rest of the Legion out in the crowd. Havoc, joined in the ring with The Miz and Marty Scurll, looked out at Legion and raised the microphone.

Jimmy Havoc: TOMMY FUCKING END!!

Legion stopped and Tommy stood out from the group with Zahra leaned against him. Tommy glared back into the ring at Jimmy Havoc.

Jimmy Havoc: I don’t know about you, but I’ve just about had enough of this shit!

Havoc paced back and forth in the middle of the ring. Aiden English and Chris Jericho checked on Alexa Bliss in the rubble from the barricade.

Jimmy Havoc: You’ve tried to take me out, but you forgot one fucking thing.. I’m JIMMY FUCKING HAVOC!!

The EBWF Universe screamed out as Havoc stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Tommy. Jimmy went to continue, but the EBWF Universe spoke over him.

EBWF Universe: JIMMY.. JIMMY.. JIMMY FUCKING HAVOC!!

The chant continued for a few moments before the crowd simmered down and Havoc was able to continue.

Jimmy Havoc: I know my boys are sick and tired of all these cheap shots and blindside attacks, so why don’t we end these pathetic games. What do you say Tommy.. The five of you verse the five of us.. This Sunday at Fanniversary.

Havoc lowered the microphone and held out his arms. The EBWF Universe immediately broke out with a “YES” chant. Legion looked around at the crowd and each one shook their heads. Tommy stared back at Jimmy as he shook his. Legion turned to walk away, but Havoc spoke up.

Jimmy Havoc: What’s wrong? When you’re challenged to a fair fight, you run?

Legion stopped and Tommy yelled back at Havoc. His words could not be heard, but Havoc just stood in the ring and smile.

Jimmy Havoc: How about this.. Let’s sweeten the deal. If your boys can beat my boys.. I’ll give you a title shot.

Havoc dropped the microphone and shrugged his shoulders. Tommy stared back into the ring as the EBWF Universe continued to show their want for the match to happen. Tommy looked back at his brothers. He looked through each of their faces.

Mauro Ranallo: What is Legion going to do?

Corey Graves: Why would they turn this down?! If Legion beats Havoc’s team, Tommy End will get an EBWF World Championship match.

Tommy turned back to the ring and stared at Havoc. With a single nod, Tommy agreed to the match. Havoc smiled as “Mantra” blasted onto the sound system as Warfare came to a close.