Match #1
A debuting DDP won the match by hitting a Diamond Cutter on Tommy Dreamer, but seemingly sustaining an injury in the match, DDP had to be helped from the ring by a trainer.
Match #2
Burn In my light" hit and Randy Orton walked out onto the stage to resounding boos. He smirked as he held up his TV title then made his way down the ramp. Once he was in the ring, he stood waiting. The lights went out and the slow atmospheric music of the Undertaker began to play. Orton stood motionless in the ring as the Undertaker's druids slowly came out one by one, holding flaming torches. They stood, making a sort of pathway on the entrance ramp. Finally, The Deadman appeared. He stepped out the curtain appearing emotionless, and walking slowly to the ring. Orton looked focused now, and stared in the Undertaker's direction, not looking intimidated. Taker climbed into the ring, stared down Orton, and blinked. At the same time as The Undertaker blinked, the lights came back on. The referee held up the belt, the bell rang, and both men went at it. Taker was easily the more powerful of the two, but Orton was tenacious. He went to lock up with Taker and was pushed onto his back. He stood back up, regathering his focus, and this time he kicked the Undertaker in the mid-section, following up with a DDT. Orton didn't have time to even think about going for a cover because The Undertaker creepily sat up slowly, but immediately after Orton had finished the move. Orton kicked the Undertaker in the back but Taker got to his feet, and grabbed Orton by the neck, throwing him into the corner like a rag doll. The match continued with both men giving it their all. There were many near falls and Orton did a better job against the legendary Undertaker than most people would have thought. Orton got cocky, though. When he had the upper hand, he held out his arms in his signature pose, then pointed to himself and yelled that he was a legend killer. When he turned back around, The Undertaker had recovered and grabbed him by the throat. Orton's eyes seemed to be bugging out of his head as Taker held his neck tightly, then Taker lifted Orton into the air. Orton kicked his legs viciously and caught The Deadman with a solid kick to the jaw. The kick caused Taker to drop Orton, and when Orton was on the ground he hit a European uppercut right into Taker's jaw. Then, Orton kicked Taker in the stomach and out of nowhere, he got the RKO. The fans booed as Orton hit the move, but he went for the cover and 1..2..3. Orton succesfully defended the TV title.
Match #3
Lacey and Melina both looked extremely confident. Melina paraded around her women's title proudly, while Lacey as much more stern and serious looking. The referee relieved Melina of her title and raised it up, before handing it to Lilian Garcia and indicating for the bell to ring. The ladies took no time in locking up, and in typical EBWF fashion, delivered something that was often lacking on televised "sports entertainment" - a women's wrestling match. Both women were eager to display their talent, and more importantly, eager to leave Montana with the EBWF Women's title. The match was more than bitch slaps and cat fights, the women displayed real talent and passion throughout the contest. It could have gone either way, but Melina seemed to be on a roll. Out of nowhere, she took Lacey by surprise the the California Dream and pinned the former nWo member for the three count, successfully defending the Women's title.
Match #4
The Psychos, Snitsky and Heidenreich, came out to their match looking... well, psycho. They used their size and power to dominate the match. Mack stayed in for the majority of the match, which ultimately led to the team's demise as he tired out while Snitsky and Heidenreich switched out periodically. Once The Psychos had sufficiently tired out Mack, he had no choice but to tag in the inexperienced Pacman Jones. Snitsky used his power advantage to put away Pacman with the Egoist Schwein, pinning him for the victory and making he and Heidenreich the #1 Contenders for the EBWF Tag Team Titles.
Match #5
Coming off his recent dismissal from UCW, Lance Storm seemed pleased to be given a second chance in the EBWF...although, he didn't showcase that emotion too explicitly, and came to the ring with his usual deadpan face. Rene wasn't much more emotional as he made his way to the ring. When the bell rang though, both men came to life, and the only gimmick match of the night didn't disappoint. Dupree and Storm seemed willing to do anything to walk away with the Iron Man title, and hit each other with everything but the kitchen sink. The ambulance was parked in the ramp way, and Storm was the first man to have his head slammed into th e back of it. The window didn't smash, but Storm's head hit the window hard. Rene tried to take advantage of Storm's dizziness and put him in the back of the vehicle, but Storm held onto the door and managed to resist. He turned the situation to his advantage and threw Rene into the back of the ambulance for what seemed like a quick upset victory, but Rene quickly hopped back out of the ambulance before Storm could shut the doors. The two men continued to fight around the ambulance, using weapons as well as using the ambulance itself as a weapon. The two men climbed into the top of the ambulance and exchanged right and left hands. Storm clotheslined Dupree onto the ambulance and lifted him back up preparing to hit another move. But whatever it was, Dupree reversed it and amazingly hit Storm with the Exploder Suplex on the top of the ambulance. Not only that, but Dupree managed to position Storm so that the move brought Storm down onto the windscreen, which smashed accordingly. The crowd popped for the move and both men seemed out of it. Storm had glass sticking in his back and seemed definitely the worse of the two. Dupree hurt himself on the move, but had enough wits about him to climb off the ambulance, and pick up a bleeding Storm. Dupree through Storm into the back of the ambulance and closed the doors for the victory.
Segment
The crowd erupted as they saw the tron -- Wes Ikeda walking down the hallway backstage. He looked like a man on a mission, so he didn't even notice as the Four Horsemen passed him walking the other way. Ric Flair stopped and reached out, hooking Wes's arm with his hand. Wes immediately spun around and raised his fists, ready for a fight, and Ric simply raised his hands in front of him and backed up.
Ric Flair: Hey, hey, no harm intended here. Just wanted to say... happy birthday.
Ric moved right up into Wes' face, and grinned his tradeamrk Nature Boy grin.
Ric Flair: WOOOO!
Ric and his Horsemen turned to leave, and Wes just stood there looking at them. The look on his face? Sheer confusion, with perhaps just a hint of disgust.
Match #6
Degeneration X and The Horsemen -- two rival factions who feel they've been wronged. To say this match was emotionally charged would be an understatement, especially with manager Ric Flair at ringside for his Horsemen. Both sides yelled back and forth at each other waiting for the opening bell. David Flair came out first for the Horsemen, and his hero/rival Shawn Michaels crossed the ropes to meet him in the middle of the ring. The two men silently stared each other down for a moment, then Shawn shook his head and reared back to attack. He beat David back into the neutral corner, and the referee made them come out to a clean break. David hit a dropkick to Shawn's surgically repaired knee, knocking him off balance. He then leg dropped Shawn across the back of the head. David went for a cover but only got a 1 count. He didn't seem surprised, and he tagged in Sting. Shawn shook his head, shaking off the attack, and tagged in Triple H. The first few rows of the audience could pretty much feel the nuclear heat radiating from the middle of the ring when these two men squared off, and they didn't disappoint. Wrestling psychology was thrown out the window in favor of an all-out brawl, and referee Chad Patton had to break them up with threatening five-counts several times. After a while they locked up again, and Sting sent Hunter into the ropes on the Horsemen's side -- and Ric Flair, at ringside, couldn't help but reach out and trip up Triple H. Hunter landed facefirst, and angrily got up to turn around and yell at the self-proclaimed Dirtiest Player in the Game. Flair smirked and innocently held up his hands to protest that he had done nothing wrong. Hunter glared at him then went back to the match, but instead of attacking Sting, he happened to glance at Chyna who was holding out her arm for a tag. He complied, and Chyna burst into the ring, not hesitating to go right after Sting. Sting shrugged, and smirked a little. It was obvious he still felt a little apprehensive about engaging in fisticuffs with a woman, but he still had a job to do. He locked up with Chyna, but surprisingly to some and not so surprisingly to others, she overpowered him and backed him into the corner. He held up his hands asking for a clean break, and the referee pulled at her trying to get her to back off, and she did -- but not before reaching over the ref's arm and punching Sting directly in the nose. This incensed his teammates, and still anxious to get into the action, LuFisto jumped through the ropes and ran at Chyna, hitting her from behind. It didn't take long before the match had broken down, and all six participants found themselves brawling in the middle of the ring. Shawn found himself exchanging blows with Sting, while David Flair went right after Triple H, clearly wanting revenge for Hunter's recent victory over him. There was absolute commotion, and the referee had a difficult job keeping track of it. It didn't take long for Ric Flair to get involved. He reached through the ropes, grabbing Chyna by the ankle and pulling her out of the ring. She went to punch him, but he ducked and tackled her into the ringpost. Hunter made a move to climb out of the ring to her aid, but was caught with a clothesline from Sting. Nobody seemed to notice for a few moments that Ric Flair and Chyna were beginning to move further away from the ring. The referee gave up trying to control the five remaining competitors, and began to count Chyna out. As the remaining three Horsmen took the fight to Shawn and Hunter, Patton counted to ten and called for the bell. By this point, Ric and Chyna had disappeared behind the curtain and nobody in the ring (other than the referee) seemed to notice. As the bell rang, they continued fighting until Lillian Garcia announced that the Horsemen had won via countout -- and that's when everyone stopped and looked around, a bit confused as to where the other two had disappeared to. Hunter and Shawn exchanged a glance, looked around, then realized what had happened and rolled out of the ring, sprinting their way back up the ramp. Sting, David, and LuFisto just shrugged and celebrated their countout victory, also a little confused but certainly not arguing with the outcome.
Match #7
Jericho's music hit and he came out to a great reaction. He did his signature Y2J pose at the top of the ramp before making his way to the ring. Down with the Sickness hit and Vampiro came out carrying his Intercontinental title, his face painted in the chilling white. Jericho stared him down, and as Vampiro got in the ring the two of them looked ready to rip each other apart. The bell rang, and the two men began to exchange blows. Jericho seemed back in a big way, as he fought as if he had never missed a beat. Vampiro, who on any day was asd talented as they came, gave Jericho everything he had, too. The match was entertaining all the way through, with Jericho's technical/high-flying ability meshing well with Vampiro's luchador style stemming from his days in Mexico. Jericho backed Vampiro into the corner and the referee asked for a clean break. Jericho provided it but Vampiro shot out of the corner as soon as the move was broken, and took Jericho down with a thunderous clothesline. Jericho held his neck, and coughed slightly. As he did, some tiny drops of blood hit the canvas and Vampiro smirked before contuing the assault. Vampiro controlled the match for a while after that, and the fight started to leave Y2J as Vampiro hit move after move. After a particularly nasty superplex, he went for a cover, 1...2...kickout. The fans came alive as Jericho got his shoulder off the canvas, and Jericho seemed to be given new strength by their reaction. The match continued, but as soon as both men were on equal footing again, they were distracted as the lights dimmed and cloaked figures came out from behind the curtain, carrying flaming torches. The men in the ring tried to ignore the disruption and continue fighting. The cloaked men, recognizeable as the Undertaker's druids, surrounded the ring holding their torches. Then, suddenly, all their torches went out as once, and the arena was completely black. Nobody knew what was happening in the ring, but there was the sound of a body hitting the canvas. Moments later the lights came back on, and The Druids were gone, but The Undertaker was standing at ringside staring into the ring. Vampiro was knocked out, and Jericho was standing, looking slightly confused. He didn't seem to want to look a gift horse in the mouth though, and took advantage of the aid he had been given. As Vampiro lying flat on his back, Jericho hit the Lionsault and covered the IC Champion...1...2...3! The referee counted, and as his hand hit the mat for the third time, a smile broke out across Jericho's face. His arm was raised, and he was given the belt. Jericho eyed The Undertaker, apprehensively, and there seemed to be the hint of a smile across the Deadman's face before he turned and walked back up the ramp, leaving Jericho to celebrate the victory.
Segment
After a video package hyping up the night's main event, the camera cut to a shot of the backstage area, where Triple H and Shawn Michaels were still dressed in their wrestling attire, still coated in sweat, and seemed to be frantically roaming the corridors. They were exchanging words that the camera couldn't pick up on, but based on their body language they presumably were still searching for Chyna, who headed backstage during a brawl with Ric Flair earlier that night.
Match #8
To say that Jeff Hardy and Bret Hart put on a five-star classic would be an understatement. The two men had each been preparing for this match for two months -- they were ready. Each had scouted the other's recent matches, and knew what to expect out of his opponent. So it's no surprise that when the bell rang, and they locked up, it seemed like an early stalemate. The match alternated between their two styles, depending on who was in charge -- when Bret took control, the match was a mat technician's dream, and when Jeff got the upper hand, he was free to catch Bret off-guard with his high-flying aerial tactics. After a grueling 35-minute match, Jeff finally caught Bret with a Whisper in the Wind. Both men were down, but Jeff dragged himself to his feet and somehow found the strength to climb the turnbuckles. He took a moment to catch his breath, then launched forward for a picture-perfect Swanton Bomb. It was clear that because of the tiredness in his body, shockwaves of pain were felt upon his landing. He writhed on the mat for a moment, then struggling through it, he crawled back over to Bret and rolled him up for a three-count. The crowd erupted as Jeff made his way to his feet, celebrating through a tired pain. After a moment, Bret began to stir and get up, and Jeff took a moment to walk over and help him to his feet, raising his opponent's hand in a sign of respect and sportsmanship.
Jeff Hardy and Bret Hart had left the ring to a standing ovation after the performances they had delivered, and the fans were starting to leave the arena when a sudden sound caused everyone in the building to become motionless. It was music. Familiar music, and the fans were in awe as it contiued to play. They cheered, loudly, more out of excitement than anything else, and as the stage area remained blank the fans seemed to wonder if this was a trick or not. Then, it happened. Out from behind the curtain stepped...Christian! The reaction multiplied by a factor of five, as the familiar face stood at the top of the ramp holding a microphone. He soaked up the reaction, smirked, and then began to speak.
Christian: Look at all of my peeps here. There was not a single wrestling rumer site on the internet that saw this coming. The best kept secret in the internet wrestling era baby. Captain freaking charisma, the most prolific superstar of this decade is back baby, and he's back for good! For all of us that have sat back and watched the EBWF over the past year, we have seen some dominating performances from some new blood and from some old favorites. Like those two that just brought the house down in the ring a few minutes ago. Sorry to steal your thunder, but Captain Charisma is just a little bit bigger of a deal than you two peons. Enjoy that world title reign. Christian won't sit in the back seat and watch you stay on top of the EBWF for long. Its time this place gets shaken up, and a true champion take over control of this place. I think my track record speaks for itself that I am the man. And if any of you doubt it, then just step in the ring with me, and see just how you measure up to the best there is in this business!
Christian's music hit to an insane crowd reaction as he tossed the mic down and posed. After a moment, his music stopped, the lights dimmed, and a new song began to play. "Step Up" by Drowning Pool began to play, and up on the Tron, in the dark, flashed the following message:
THE 3-COUNT DANCER... THE MFer... THE PRINCE OF PUNK... THE REJECT... IT DOESN'T MATTER... WHAT YOU CALL HIM... HE'S COMING BACK!
The crowd's reaction, as you would expect... HUGE. The biggest party of the summer ended with the lights coming back up, Christian looking around confused, and the entire crowd in a complete frenzy at the news of two of the biggest names in EBWF history returning.
