MATCH ONE
Mauro Ranallo: Get ready folks... it's time for Warfare! Tonight, we are live from Omaha, Nebraska on the final stop before Christmas Eve of Destruction! Kicking things off tonight, we've got Adam Cole in action against a local wrestler, Joey Daniels.

The camera cut to Joey Daniels, who was standing in the ring.

Nigel McGuinness: What a huge opportunity this is for Joey Daniels. He competes regularly for local Omaha promotion Pro Wrestling Phoenix, where he is the reigning PWP Heavyweight Champion. Do you think if Cole beats Daniels tonight, he'll ask for a shot at the title?

Mauro Ranallo: Given the warpath Adam Cole is on right now, who knows, Nigel.

"All About Tha (Boom!)" hit and the crowd booed as Adam Cole made his way to the ring, accompanied by Roderick Strong.

Mauro Ranallo: And here he comes! Adam Cole, one of the most dangerous men in EBWF right now, making his presence known alongside his trusty ally, Roderick Strong.
Nigel McGuinness: Dangerous is putting it lightly, Mauro.

Cole entered the ring with a smirk, soaking in the jeers of the Omaha crowd as he posed on the turnbuckle. He glanced over at Daniels and laughed mockingly before hopping down. The referee called for the bell, getting the match underway.

Daniels circled Cole cautiously, knowing the magnitude of the challenge before him. As the two men locked up, Cole quickly transitioned into a side headlock, wrenching down hard. Daniels pushed him against the ropes, but Cole rebounded with a shoulder block that floored the local competitor.

Mauro Ranallo: Adam Cole already asserting his dominance here. Joey Daniels is going to have to dig deep if he hopes to survive this onslaught.

Daniels scrambled to his feet, trying to mount some offense with a series of forearm strikes to Cole's chest. The crowd cheered for the local underdog, but Cole quickly cut him off with a knee to the midsection. He followed up with a snap suplex and casually kipped up, taunting the crowd as he stood over Daniels.

Nigel McGuinness: This is just classic Adam Cole - arrogance and excellence in equal measure.

Cole dragged Daniels to his feet and whipped him into the corner. Charging forward, Cole delivered a devastating running forearm, causing Daniels to slump against the turnbuckles. Wasting no time, Cole hoisted Daniels onto the top rope and hit a superplex, then hooked the leg. The referee counted - 1... 2… Daniels kicked out!

Mauro Ranallo: Daniels showing some resilience here! He's got heart, Nigel!

Nigel McGuinness: Heart’s great, Mauro, but it won’t help much against Adam Cole’s technical brilliance.

Cole dragged Daniels to his feet once more, setting him up for a DDT… but Daniels surprised Cole with a jawbreaker, causing Cole to stagger backwards. Daniels followed up with a dropkick, then climbed to the top rope. Seizing the opportunity, Daniels went for a diving crossbody, but Cole caught him in mid-air and countered with a fall away slam!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! Just when it looked like Joey Daniels was building momentum, Cole snuffed it out in brutal fashion!

Cole stomped on Daniels several times, then pulled down his kneepad and sat Daniels up. With pinpoint precision, Cole struck Daniels with The Boom! Daniels crumpled to the mat, and Cole made the cover. The referee counted - 1... 2... 3!

Nigel McGuinness: And just like that, Adam Cole picks up another decisive victory. Joey Daniels gave it his all, but it was never going to be enough.

As the referee raised Cole's hand, Roderick Strong slid into the ring. Together, the two began to stomp away at the fallen Daniels, drawing massive boos from the crowd.

Mauro Ranallo: Oh, come on! The match is over! There’s no need for this!

Strong dragged Daniels to his feet and held him in place as Cole grabbed the PWP Championship, preparing to strike. Suddenly, the crowd erupted as Chris Jericho sprinted down the ramp, wielding his trusty baseball bat, Floyd.

Mauro Ranallo: Business is about to pick up! Chris Jericho is here, and he’s armed and dangerous!

Jericho slid into the ring and immediately swung the bat, striking Strong in the head and knocking him down onto the mat. Jericho then swung the bat at Cole, but Cole ducked underneath it, quickly rolling out of the ring and retreating up the ramp.

Nigel McGuinness: Adam Cole may be a lot of things, but he’s not foolish enough to stick around with an angry Chris Jericho wielding a baseball bat!

Jericho grabbed a microphone as Cole backed up the ramp, nursing his pride.

Chris Jericho: What’s the matter, Adam? I thought you were going to drive me out of EBWF… but it seems like you’re the one running for the hills. Well next week, at Christmas Eve of Destruction, wherever you run, I’ll hunt you down… because you and Roderick Strong are going to face me… in Anarchy in the Arena!

The crowd roared at the announcement, but Cole laughed and shook his head.

Adam Cole: You want an Anarchy in the Arena match? Fine, Jericho. But let’s face it - you’ve got no chance. It’s two on one, and I promise you… we’re going to finish what we started.

Jericho grinned.

Chris Jericho: Two on one? Oh, you’ve got it wrong, Cole. Because I’ve called in a little backup. You said you don’t like the “old guard”, but I’ve reached out to my oldest friend in the business…

The familiar sound of "99 Problems" hit, and the crowd erupted as Lance Storm stepped out onto the stage.

Mauro Ranallo: Lance Storm is here! Jericho’s brought in reinforcements, and business just picked up!

Storm marched down the ramp with purpose, and as Cole turned around to face him, Storm nailed Cole with a devastating superkick, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Nigel McGuinness: What a superkick from Lance Storm! Adam Cole has just been introduced to the Calgary native in the worst possible way!

The camera cut back to Roderick Strong, who was getting to his feet. Jericho immediately spun around, hitting Strong with the Judas Effect! Storm then entered the ring, grabbed Strong, and threw him out of the ring before embracing Jericho.

Mauro Ranallo: At Christmas Eve of Destruction, the Thrillseekers reunite! It’s going to Adam Cole and Roderick Strong versus Chris Jericho and Lance Storm in what’s sure to be a chaotic Anarchy in the Arena match!

Nigel McGuinness: This is going to be one for the ages, Mauro. Cole and Strong may have met their match!

Before Warfare went to a commercial break, the final shot showed Jericho and Storm standing tall, ready for war.

SEGMENT
The camera opened backstage, where Jon Moxley was pacing aggressively in a quiet hallway, his leather jacket hanging open and his taped hands clenched. His face showed frustration and intensity as he muttered under his breath. It was clear his patience was running thin. Joe Hendry walked into the frame, a new “We Believe” EBWF t-shirt facing the camera. He offered a confident smirk and extended a hand toward Moxley.

Joe Hendry: Jon, first off, let me say thank you. I don’t know if you noticed, but Christian Cage isn’t exactly a big fan of Joe Hendry. I almost got a one-man con-chair-to for it last week. He was one shot away from rearranging my good looks. You saved me out there, mate; I owe you one for that.

Moxley stopped pacing and looked at Hendry, sizing him up with an exasperated smirk. He shook Hendry’s hand firmly, but his intensity remained.

Jon Moxley: Yeah, well, don’t get too comfortable. I didn’t save you because I like you, Hendry. I saved you because Christian Cage has been a pain in my ass for months now. That guy’s been running around here, whining, cheap-shotting, and swinging chairs like a coward. It’s pathetic.

Moxley paused, running a hand over his head, his frustration bubbling.

Jon Moxley: I’ve beaten him, I’ve bled with him, and he’s still crawling back like some cockroach that won’t die. Last week? I just wasn’t in the mood to watch him pull another stunt. That’s it.

Hendry raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall.

Joe Hendry: Fair enough. I can see why you’re fed up. But you must admit, it’s a bit funny, right? Christian, with all his legacy, is reduced to live temper tantrums because he can’t handle being the punchline of his career. Meanwhile, all the world loves it! From the tip of India to right here in Omaha, Nebraska! They are singing songs about Christian’s downfall and having hearts filled with belief!

Moxley grinned for a moment but quickly stifled it, leaning closer to Hendry. The crowd could be heard chanting “WE BELIEVE!”

Jon Moxley: Yeah, it’s hysterical, until he snaps. Guys like Christian? They’re the most dangerous when they’ve got nothing left to lose. So, take it from me, Hendry: don’t let him catch you slippin’. You think he’s mad now? Wait until he sees the replay of last week. Wait until he hears them people singin’. You’re gonna be first on that list for him and his stooges.

Hendry nodded, still grinning.

Joe Hendry: Noted, mate. But between you and me, I don’t think Christian’s got the guts to face me head-on. He hides behind his lackeys, swings his little chairs, and blames everyone but himself. He’s not two-hundred and fifty-two pounds of motivation. If he wants to play dirty, he’s welcome to try. I’ll be ready.

Hendry patted Moxley on the shoulder and began to walk away. The camera followed Hendry as he turned a corner down the hallway. Suddenly, Seth Rollins and Big Show ambushed him! Rollins delivered a vicious forearm to Hendry’s head, sending him staggering. Big Show grabbed Hendry by the throat and slammed him into a row of lockers.

Big Show: How funny are you now, huh?! What else you got to say about us, funny man? Make us laugh!

Rollins smirked, mocking Hendry by clapping sarcastically.

Seth Rollins: C’mon, Joe! Sing us that song!

Big Show dragged Hendry to his feet and threw him through a locker room wall with terrifying force! The wall crumbled as Hendry crashed through, leaving him sprawled among the debris. Big Show stood over the wreckage, shouting down at Hendry.

Big Show: You’re not so clever now, are ya? Keep Christian’s name out of your mouth, or we’ll finish the job!

The camera panned back to show Moxley re-entering the scene, rushing toward the chaos. Rollins and Big Show retreated as Moxley knelt to check on Hendry. His expression was a mix of concern and simmering rage.

Jon Moxley: That son of a bitch!

The segment ended with Moxley staring down the hallway where Rollins and Big Show had fled, his fists clenched and his breathing heavy. Hendry, still dazed, began to stir as medics rushed in to assist.

MATCH TWO
As Warfare returned from the commercial break, the camera cut to Mauro Ranallo and Nigel McGuinness at ringside.

Mauro Ranallo: Omaha is on fire tonight, and we've got high stakes in this next match! If Britt Baker can defeat Mina Shirakawa, she earns a shot at Tam Nakano and the EBWF Women’s Championship at Christmas Eve of Destruction.

Mina Shirakawa's music hit, and the arena filled with boos as she made her way to the ring, accompanied by Tam Nakano and Himeka. As she stepped out onto the stage, Tam held the EBWF Women’s Championship high, taunting the crowd. The trio posed at the top of the ramp before making their way to the ring, oozing confidence. Moments later, "The Epic" by Downstait blared through the speakers, and the crowd erupted for Britt Baker. Baker emerged, full of energy, pointing to the crowd before locking eyes with her opponent. She motioned toward Tam's title belt, signaling her intent, before heading to the ring with a determined look on her face.

Mauro Ranallo: Britt Baker knows what's at stake tonight. This could be her path to championship gold!

Nigel McGuinness: But the odds are stacked against her, Mauro. With Oedo Tai lurking, she’s in for the fight of her life.

When Baker was in the ring, the referee called for the bell, getting the match underway. Baker and Mina circled each other before locking up. Mina applied a headlock, but Baker countered with a hammerlock, then whipped Mina against the ropes and hit a shoulder block to take her down. Baker followed up with a quick arm drag, then locked in an armbar, looking to keep the high-flying Shirakawa grounded.
Mina broke free, then as both women got to their feet, Mina poked Baker in the eyes, drawing boos from the crowd. Mina capitalized with a series of forearm strikes, then hit a snapmare, followed by a sliding dropkick. Mina smirked as she taunted the crowd, enjoying the jeers.

Mauro Ranallo: Mina Shirakawa with a vicious streak on display tonight, Nigel. She’s doing everything she can to derail Britt Baker’s momentum.

Nigel McGuinness: And with Tam and Himeka at ringside, you know Britt has to keep her head on a swivel.

As Mina stayed on the offensive, the crowd's attention turned to the stage. Stephanie Vaquer appeared, arms crossed, observing the action intently.

Mauro Ranallo: And here comes Stephanie Vaquer! Nigel, we know she’s had her eye on the EBWF Women’s Championship.

Nigel McGuinness: Absolutely, Mauro. Vaquer’s presence could complicate things for everyone involved here.

Mina hit a swinging neckbreaker and went for a cover, but Baker kicked out at two. Mina dragged Baker to her feet and whipped her into the corner, then went for a running elbow strike… but Baker dodged at the last second, causing Mina to crash into the turnbuckle. As Mina stumbled out of the corner, Baker hit a swingblade, then hooked the leg. The referee counted – 1… 2… Mina kicked out! As Baker got to her feet, the crowd erupted again as Giulia made her way down the ramp, her eyes fixed on the action.

Mauro Ranallo: Giulia is here now! Both she and Stephanie Vaquer clearly have championship aspirations, and they’re making their presence felt.

Nigel McGuinness: You can’t blame them, Mauro. The EBWF Women’s Championship is the ultimate prize, and both of these women want to stake their claim.

As the camera cut back to the ring, Baker hit a fisherman’s neckbreaker, then hooked the leg once more. The referee counted – 1… 2… again Mina kicked out! Baker then pulled out a black glove, signaling for the Lockjaw, but Tam climbed onto the apron to distract the referee. Himeka slid into the ring and tried to blindside Baker, but Britt saw her coming and hit her with a superkick! Mina tried to take advantage of the distraction, rolling Baker up – 1… 2… Baker kicked out! As both women got to their feet, Mina went for Glamorous Driver Mina, but Baker blocked it, lifting Mina over her shoulders and hitting an Air Raid Crash. Tam tried to climb up onto the ring apron once more, but Baker charged towards her and hit a forearm smash, knocking Tam down. She then turned her attention back to Mina, applying the Lockjaw!

Mauro Ranallo: Lockjaw! Lockjaw! Mina’s got nowhere to go!

With no escape in sight, Mina tapped out. The referee called for the bell, and the crowd went wild as Baker stood tall.

Nigel McGuinness: Britt Baker has done it! She’s heading to Christmas Eve of Destruction to challenge Tam Nakano for the Women’s Championship!

As Baker celebrated, Tam and Himeka stormed the ring, attacking her from behind. The crowd booed as Oedo Tai began to beat her down. But before the assault could go any further, Stephanie Vaquer slid into the ring, taking down Himeka with a stiff forearm. Giulia wasn’t far behind, attacking Mina and tossing her out of the ring.

Mauro Ranallo: Vaquer and Giulia evening the odds! Chaos has broken loose here in Omaha!

As Vaquer and Giulia took care of Himeka and Mina, Tam turned her attention back to Britt Baker. She grabbed the championship belt and prepared to strike, but Baker recovered just in time, hitting Tam with a cutter before delivering a devastating Curb Stomp! Tam rolled out of the ring, clutching her head as Baker grabbed the EBWF Women’s Championship and held it high. Vaquer and Giulia stood across from Baker, locking eyes with her as tension filled the ring.

Nigel McGuinness: Britt Baker has sent a message to Tam Nakano tonight, but look at the tension between Baker, Vaquer, and Giulia. If Baker wins the title, she won’t have a moment to rest!

Mauro Ranallo: Christmas Eve of Destruction is shaping up to be explosive, Nigel! Britt Baker is on a collision course with destiny, but the sharks are already circling!

SEGMENT
“My Last Breath” by Evanescence played and Christian Cage made his way to the ring to a less than positive reaction from the crowd.

Mauro Ranallo: Here comes Christian Cage to address some recent events as we understand.

Nigel McGuinness: I wonder if he's gonna address the beating that his stable mates gave Joe Hendry earlier.

Christian entered the ring and received a microphone as his music cut.

Christian Cage: You know there's quite a few things that I can address right now,I can address that punk Joe Hendry making a cheap garage-band level song about me but honestly after what happened to him earlier tonight,i don't really need to. I can address the fact that I lost the Breakout Championship to that hick James Storm a few weeks ago but that was simply a result of an issue that's been going on for a long time now, a two year long issue in fact. As you've probably noticed, I've been unusually quiet these last few weeks and that's because I've been thinking about this issue so Alexa Bliss, get out here now.

After a moment or so “Immortal” by Adema played and Alexa Bliss walked out to the ring with a look of suspicion and intrigue on her face, notably her half clownish face paint was stripped down with only blue paint around her left eye and a half heartedly painted smile on her left side.

Mauro Ranallo: I wonder what's going through Alexa's mind right now.

Nigel McGuinness: With the way she's been the last several months, I don't think I want to know.

Alexa entered the ring and her music faded.

Christian Cage: Over the last few weeks I've thought about us, I've thought about everything that's happened over the last few years. Almost four years ago we came together to form The Coalition, a group with a shared desire for success that was led by you and me. You see a lot of people might not know that we'd known each other for a long time before then, quite a few years actually and we became very good friends in that time. When the world was in a crazy time we had begun talking a lot more, at that point we were both gone from this company, you had decided to take some time off and I had been more or less retired for a few years at that point. One day we were sitting at your house, which you had invited me to for Christmas and during our conversation I brought up that I had been thinking of coming back and that eventually turned into a conversation of forming a group to dominate this company and that's how The Coalition came to be.

Alexa nodded her head.

Christian Cage: When the group began we were “bad guys” but quickly the fans embraced us especially you and over time we enjoyed success. I became Breakout Champion, you became Women's Champion after six years of fighting and fighting. Everything was seemingly going well until the fall of 2022, during that time when I sat home for a bit to recover from injury I watched you fight Utami Hayashishita and Queen’s Court despite a rib injury. I saw you get beaten badly and yeah you had Liv backing you up but it was still taking a toll on you and I knew sooner or later that something bad was going to happen. Finally the time came when you challenged Utami to Hell in a Cell at Fanniversary that year and I knew that I had to do something about it. So I came to you to talk sense into you, maybe a little sternly but I had to make a point. But instead of taking my advice or at least considering it, you decided to disrespect me. What happened next Lex was you ending up coughing up blood while lying in a broken table mess and as I saw you I knew that the thing I was worried about had to come to fruition.

Christian paused before shaking his head.

Christian Cage: The rest was history really, I “turned” on you at the beginning of 2023, costing you your match against Tam Nakano for the Women's Championship. You and Becky beat my hand picked team at Fallout 2023, you became a part of the Rebellious Angels. I formed Team Cage, Nikki Cross and I beat you and Johnny Gargano at Fallout this year, you brought out your crazy side, so on and so forth. But now after all this time, I realized that this has to end. This whole thing has been draining me and I know it's draining you so I have a challenge. At Christmas Eve Of Destruction, you and Moxley against me and Nikki in a Tag Team Christmas House of Fun match. Your job on the line and my job on the line, the loser… leaves EBWF.

The crowd was surprised at Christian's challenge and awaited Alexa's answer. Alexa was in thought and after a moment she grabbed a microphone from a crew member and responded.

Alexa Bliss: I accept.

The two stared at each other as the crowd cheered and Alexa's music played.

Nigel McGuinness: I can't believe it Mauro, at Christmas Eve Of Destruction this saga will finally end with either Alexa or Christian leaving EBWF.

Mauro Ranallo: I can't imagine either of them being absent from this company but that's what's gonna happen after a violent Christmas House of Fun match. Things have certainly heated up for Christmas Eve Of Destruction.

Alexa left the ring and walked to the back as Warfare went to commercial.

SEGMENT
As Warfare returned from the commercial break, the camera cut to the ring, where Cathy Kelley was standing next to a black table with two chairs behind it. In the center of the table was a contract for the highly anticipated match between Goldberg and Rex Steiner. The crowd was electric and buzzing with anticipation.

Cathy Kelley: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the official contract signing for the match between Goldberg and Rex Steiner at Christmas Eve of Destruction! Introducing first, a man who has dominated this business for decades, Goldberg!

The familiar chants of "GOLDBERG! GOLDBERG!" erupted as “Invasion” played. Pyrotechnics exploded on the stage, and Goldberg stepped out, slapping his head and chest before marching to the ring with laser focus. Dressed in a leather jacket, jeans, and boots, Goldberg climbed into the ring and grabbed the microphone from Cathy Kelley.

Goldberg: Rex! Let’s cut the crap. No more games, no more theatrics! I’m here, the contract’s here. Get your ass out here and let’s make this official! Stop hiding behind the security and police and face me like a man!

The crowd roared in approval as Goldberg tossed the microphone onto the table and folded his arms, glaring at the entrance. A moment passed, building tension, before “Unstoppable Warhound” hit, drawing deafening boos. Rex walked onto the stage, dressed in a black hoodie, jeans, and boots. He smirked at the reaction, mockingly barking like his father, holding a microphone casually. Police officers and security guards stood behind him, walking before him to create a wall as he stopped at the top of the ramp.

Mauro Ranallo: Here comes Rex Steiner, but look at this! He’s refusing to step into the ring once again!

Nigel McGuinness: I say that is a smart move, Mauro! Goldberg will try to take advantage of this and attack him again!

Rex raised the microphone, his voice sharp and biting, oozing confidence.

Rex Steiner: Bill, you think I’m dumb enough to step in there and give you a free cheap shot again? Nah, man. Last week you got lucky, but it ain’t happening again. See, I don’t need to prove anything stepping down there. I already know you need me for this match, not the other way around, old man.

The crowd erupted in boos as Rex smirked, pacing casually on the stage.

Rex Steiner: You don’t get it, just like my dad didn’t. This ain’t your time anymore, Bill! This ain’t the 90s. You’re looking at the present, and I’m here to bury you old farts who won’t let go. You want this match? Fine. But it’s not just gonna be about you proving you’ve still got it or for you fighting for them Steiners whose career I ended! You wanna fight me at Christmas Eve of Destruction? Then make it worth my time—put your career on the line.

Goldberg picked up the microphone again, his voice steady and intense.

Goldberg: You want my career, huh? FINE! Christmas Eve of Destruction, your ass is NEXT!

Goldberg slammed the microphone down, grabbed the contract, and signed it with bold strokes. He held the contract up, staring down Rex as the crowd roared in approval. Rex glared back, shaking his head with a smirk as he raised his microphone.

Rex Steiner: Good. I’ll have some lawyers look that over, and I’ll sign it on MY time. Know this, Bill: after Christmas Eve of Destruction, your career, your streak, none of it will mean a damn thing! Just like when I put down my old man and uncle, I’m going to leave NO QUESTION when EMTs scrape your sorry ass off the canvas and load you up for the closest hospital that ‘the Warhound’ just put down another sorry old bastard!

Rex dropped the microphone and motioned for the police to escort him backstage, leaving Goldberg seething in the ring.

Mauro Ranallo: There you have it! Goldberg’s career is officially on the line at Christmas Eve of Destruction! The stakes couldn’t be higher!

Nigel McGuinness: Rex Steiner just forced Goldberg to gamble everything, and you’ve got to wonder, has Rex lured Goldberg into a mistake?

The segment ended with Goldberg pacing in the ring, his fists clenched, staring daggers at the ramp as the crowd chanted his name.

MATCH THREE
The crowd erupted into cheers as James Storm’s theme blared through the arena. The lights dimmed slightly, replaced by a rustic orange glow that bathed the stage. James Storm burst through the curtain, dressed in his trademark cowboy hat, leather vest, and sunglasses, holding a bottle of beer in one hand. He raised the bottle high, a cocky grin spreading across his face as the fans roared in approval. Storm strolled down the ramp, exuding confidence with every step. He high-fived fans along the barricade and even tipped his hat to a young fan holding a homemade “Cowboy James Storm” sign. Stopping midway down the ramp, Storm took a swig of his beer, then tossed the bottle aside, grinning as the crowd erupted again. Reaching the ring, he climbed onto the apron, stepped through the ropes, and made his way to the nearest turnbuckle. Storm removed his hat and sunglasses, tossing them into the crowd before throwing both arms up, fingers pointing to the sky. The crowd chanted, “Cowboy! Cowboy!” as Storm’s music faded, leaving him pacing the ring, ready for battle.

Mauro Ranallo: The Cowboy is here! James Storm is a man who thrives in the chaos of a fight, and tonight he’s ready to prove why he’s the Breakout Champion.

Nigel McGuinness: He’s going to need every ounce of that fight against Damian Priest. This is going to be a slugfest, Mauro.

The arena lights cut to black as the opening notes of Damian Priest’s haunting theme music echoed through the air. Purple spotlights swirled across the stage, and smoke began to billow from the ramp. A low rumble of anticipation swept through the crowd before a single spotlight illuminated the stage, revealing Damian Priest standing tall, his signature smirk carved across his face. Priest stretched his arms wide, his long leather coat billowing behind him as he posed like an archer ready to fire. Slowly, he made his way down the ramp, his long strides exuding menace and confidence. Priest glanced at the crowd, as he extended his arms again, mimicking the motion of drawing an arrow and letting it fly toward the ring. Reaching the apron, Priest climbed onto it with ease and turned to face the crowd, his silhouette cutting a striking figure in the purple glow. He slowly removed his coat, tossing it to the floor with a deliberate flourish before stepping into the ring. Priest walked to the center of the ring, throwing his arms out wide once more as purple pyrotechnics exploded behind him. His eyes locked onto James Storm, his expression shifting from smug to deadly serious.

Mauro Ranallo: Damian Priest looks like a man on a mission tonight, Nigel. The Gateway Champion has arrived, and he’s ready to make a statement!

Nigel McGuinness: Priest is dangerous, precise, and relentless. If Storm isn’t careful, he might find himself on the wrong end of a Reckoning.

The music faded, and the crowd buzzed with excitement as Priest and Storm stood toe-to-toe in the ring. The atmosphere was electric, the anticipation for the clash reaching a fever pitch. The bell rang, and the energy in the arena was electric. Damian Priest and James Storm stood across from each other, champions ready for battle.

Mauro Ranallo: The energy is off the charts tonight, Nigel! Two champions, one ring—this is going to be a barnburner.

Nigel McGuinness: It’s more than bragging rights, Mauro. This is about proving who the dominant champion in EBWF truly is. Priest’s power against Storm’s experience—what a clash this will be.

Storm and Priest circled the ring, locking eyes. Priest struck first with a roundhouse kick aimed at Storm’s head, but Storm ducked under it and fired back with a hard chop to Priest’s chest. The sound echoed through the arena as the crowd reacted with a loud Woo!

Mauro Ranallo: What a start! The veteran James Storm isn’t intimidated one bit.

The two champions traded blows, but Storm gained the upper hand, locking Priest in a headlock. Priest powered out, shoving Storm into the ropes and flattening him with a big shoulder tackle.

Nigel McGuinness: The power advantage of Damian Priest is undeniable, and he’s already making use of it.

Priest followed up with a spinning heel kick that sent Storm to the mat, then lifted him for a textbook suplex. Priest attempted an early pin.

One… Two…

Storm kicked out at two.

Mauro Ranallo: Not enough to keep the Cowboy down!

Storm regained momentum, using his experience to outmaneuver Priest’s strikes. He landed a series of punches, capped it off with a big clothesline, and planted Priest with a snap DDT.

Nigel McGuinness: James Storm showing why he’s a champion in his own right. That DDT might have turned the tide.

Storm set up for the Last Call superkick, but Priest ducked and countered with a leaping forearm smash. Priest quickly hoisted Storm up and delivered the Broken Arrow. He went for another pin.

One… Two…

Storm kicked out again.

Mauro Ranallo: Storm is showing resilience, but Priest isn’t giving him an inch.

The crowd roared as both men fought to their feet. Storm attempted another offensive flurry, but Priest countered with a spinning roundhouse kick that staggered the Breakout Champion. Priest signaled to the crowd and set up for South of Heaven, but Storm escaped with a series of elbows to the head. Storm hit the ropes, looking for a high-impact move, but Priest caught him mid-air with another devastating spinning kick.

Nigel McGuinness: What a counter! Priest has Storm right where he wants him.

Priest roared and hoisted Storm up, delivering the Reckoning with precision.

Mauro Ranallo: The Reckoning! Damian Priest hits it perfectly!

Priest hooked the leg as the referee counted.

One… Two… Three!

The bell rang, and Damian Priest’s music hit. Priest rose to his feet, his arm raised in victory as the crowd cheered.

Nigel McGuinness: Damian Priest has done it! A statement victory over James Storm tonight.

Mauro Ranallo: What a performance from both men. Damian Priest has solidified himself as one of the top champions in EBWF!

Priest celebrated in the ring, soaking in the cheers, while Storm, battered but proud, exited the ring. Both men received a standing ovation for their incredible match.

SEGMENT
When Warfare returned from commercial the arena buzzed with anticipation as the lights dimmed. A single spotlight illuminated the stage, and the iconic opening riff of “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour blasted through the speakers. The crowd erupted into a deafening mix of cheers and boos as the EBWF World Champion, CM Punk, emerged from behind the curtain.

Draped in a custom black hoodie with “Best in the World” emblazoned across the back, Punk carried the prestigious EBWF World Championship over his shoulder. His expression was a mix of smug satisfaction and focused determination. The belt gleamed under the arena lights as Punk paused at the top of the ramp, taking in the crowd’s reaction.

He extended his arms wide, soaking in the adulation from his loyal fans while sneering at those who jeered him. With deliberate steps, he began his walk down the ramp, exuding an air of unshakable confidence.

Mauro Ranallo: Here he is, the self-proclaimed “Best in the World,” CM Punk, the EBWF World Champion! Love him or hate him, he’s on top of the mountain, and he knows it.

Nigel McGuinness: Mauro, there’s no denying his talent, but it’s his attitude that makes him so polarizing. This crowd is torn, and that’s exactly how Punk likes it.
Punk stopped midway down the ramp, raised the title high above his head, and smirked as the crowd’s reaction grew even louder. The camera panned to a fan holding a sign that read, “CM Punk: Forever Controversial,” which drew a chuckle from Punk as he pointed at it.

He climbed the steel steps with calculated precision and stepped through the ropes into the ring. The EBWF production crew had set up a lavish celebration: a red carpet covering the mat, a table adorned with a microphone, and a massive banner hanging above the ring that read, “Best in the World.”

Punk walked to the center of the ring, unzipping his hoodie to reveal a new “Best in the World” t-shirt. He slung the championship over his shoulder once more, took a moment to survey the scene, and raised a microphone to his lips. The crowd’s noise barely subsided as he smirked and tilted his head.

Mauro Ranallo: The atmosphere in this arena is electric. CM Punk knows how to command attention, and tonight, he’s ready to address the EBWF fans as the reigning World Champion.

Nigel McGuinness: Whether you like it or not, Mauro, CM Punk has earned this moment. But you have to wonder, what’s next for the champ?

As the crowd simmered down just enough for his voice to cut through the chaos.

CM Punk: Is it a great time to be alive on a Monday night in Omaha, Nebraska, or what?

The cheap pop made Punk smirk, and he paced the ring a bit.

CM Punk: Last week on Warfare, I overcome all of the odds when I kicked Matthew Riddle in his stupid face to win back my EBWF World Championship. And I heard all the naysayers. I read everything online. I listened when all the keyboard warriors said there was no way I could beat both Miz and Riddle for the EBWF World Championship. But here I am the new EBWF World Champion!

The cheers turned loud as Punk held the title up again. He threw it back over his shoulder.

CM Punk: Now, I consider this matter closed. I consider this feud over. I never want to hear from M…

The Miz: Really?

The crowd booed as the screen lit up. Miz was standing somewhere backstage in a sharp black suit, his purple shirt and matching tie was in stark contrast. His sunglasses caught the light in front of him as he cocked his head.

The Miz: You consider this matter closed? You didn’t even pin me, Phil!

Punk rolled his eyes.

CM Punk: That’s the risk ya take, Mike! Just because I proved that you’re an idiot…

The Miz: I’m an idiot?! I’m an… you think because Riddle allowed you to pin him that makes me an idiot?

CM Punk: I think you underestimated me, and that makes you an idiot!

The crowd reacted as Miz whipped off his sunglasses.

CM Punk: You spent this entire time using every trick in the book. You haven’t been able to beat me clean. You took this title away from me by cheating. That’s who you’ve been your entire career.

The Miz: You’ve been a whiny bitch your entire career, and you still think you’re entitled to everything!

CM Punk: Real rich coming from you…

”Oh My Here We Go!”

Mauro Ranallo: WHAT?!

”Sound of Madness” reverberated through the arena and the crowd whipped into a frenzy.

Nigel McGuinness: It’s Wes Ikeda!

Indeed, the chairman of EBWF came from behind the curtain wearing a simple black v-neck t-shirt and dark denim jeans. He carried a microphone, and soaked up the response of the crowd before raising the microphone to speak.

Wes Ikeda: I am so damn sick of the both of you.

The crowd cheered at that.

Wes Ikeda: Mike, Phil has a point.

Punk grinned as Miz scoffed on the screen.

Wes Ikeda: Phil, ya don’t have to be so insufferable about it.

CM Punk: Look everybody, wrestling’s favorite absentee show runner is here to tell the working guys what to do!

Wes smirked.

Wes Ikeda: Perk of signing the checks, I guess. And you do like those, right? What was it you famously said when you returned? You’re not here to make friends. You’re here to make money, right?

The Miz: That’s what he said.

Wes Ikeda: Don’t get me started on you.

Miz comically closed his mouth.

CM Punk: Let’s not forget that for every dollar I make you make a whole lot more, Wes.

Wes Ikeda: Shit, Phil, did you want to fight the Miz or are you trying to pick a fight with me?

CM Punk: I wasn’t planning on fighting anyone for the rest of the year. I won this in a handicap match last week, not that you would have noticed. Do you even produce this show anymore, or is Chris Jericho just signing your name to the production logs?

Wes gave another sarcastic chuckle. Miz looked on intently.

CM Punk: No one expected me to win that match. It hasn’t been a fair fight for months. I overcame all the odds, despite Matt Riddle and his stupid, inane comments and his bag lady face. And all I wanted was to take my title, go back to Chicago and forget the Miz exists! And now here comes Miz…

The Miz: You're right, here comes Miz, and I demand a rematch because I wasn’t pinned!

CM Punk: Who cares if you weren’t pinned? You knew the rules of the match when you agreed, and your stupid little sidekick couldn’t save you this time. You couldn’t beat me clean if your life depended on it.

Wes Ikeda: Wait, stop. Just… stop. It is true that Miz wasn’t pinned.

The Miz: Damn right.

Wes Ikeda: And it is also true that Miz hasn’t exactly been playing fair for a while.

CM Punk: Exactly.

Wes Ikeda: So I think I’m gonna solve this the only way I know how.

The crowd cheered.

CM Punk: Wait…

The Miz: Oh no.

Wes Ikeda: At Christmas Eve of Destruction…

Punk grinned. Miz pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated.

Wes Ikeda: The Miz and CM Punk for the EBWF World Championship. Hell. IN A CELL.

The crowd roared to life.

Wes Ikeda: Merry Christmas, boys.

Sound of Madness hit again as Wes left the stage. Punk held the title up above his head as Miz looked on and the final Warfare before Christmas Eve of Destruction went off the air.