The opening match of the show was cancelled.
Winner: Nobody
Reason: No Taker or Orton Roleplays.
Match #2
The first match of Aggression in Mexico City was Ron Killings versus the new superstar, Billy Kidman. 'Wasup' hit and Killings stepped out from behind the curtain. He seemed pretty smug after retiring Daizee Haze and Rodney Mack at the recent Pay Per View. The fans booed, but he didn't seem to care. Kidman's music hit and he was met with a nice ovation as he made his way to the ring. He slid into the ring and he and Killings started to battle. The two were both fairly small and agile, so the match was very fast paced and entertaining. The crowd were cheering for the action rather than the men themselves, but they were entertained and that was what mattered. Killings swept Kidman's leg out from under him and hit a standing moonsault on him before taunting. Kidman kicked Killings in the back of the leg and rolled him up, but Killings kicked out. Kidman hit Killings with a dropkick and tried to take advantage of the fact that Killings was on his back. He hopped onto the top rope, but he wasn't fast enough. Killings kicked the referee into the ropes, and Kidman lost his balances and fell back into the ring. Killings got back up, and hit Kidman with the Truth Conviction. He covered the debuting star for the three count.
Winner: Killings
Reason: No Billy Kidman Roleplay.
Match #3
'Medal' hit and the crowd gave a mixed reaction as The Olympic Hero Kurt Angle made his way to the ring, flanked by Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin. He made his way to the ring, awaiting the arrival of his opponent. Billy Gunn's music hit, and he made his way to the ring. Gunn slid through the ropes, and stepped up to Kurt Angle. Angle was keen to make an impression and slapped Gunn in the face. The bell rang, and the two began exchanging punches. Kurt Angle was super aggressive, and hardly let the X-Division champion get a shot in. He used his violent style merged with technical wrestling to take down the "Ass Man". Kurt tripped Gunn, and grabbed him by the Ankle. Everyone knew what was coming. Kurt locked Gunn in the Ankle Lock and Gunn started scrambling to get to the ropes. He edged closer and closer, but Kurt kept pulling him back. There was an ongoing struggle between the two men, and Gunn was in agony. Just then, Charlie Haas hopped onto the apron. He started to climb into the ring but the referee noticed him and ran to the other side of the ring to block his path. As the referee was distracted, Shelton slid into the ring and hit both an elbow drop and a leg drop over the back of the neck and head of the prone Billy Gunn. This gave Angle the opportunity to pull Gunn back to the center of the ring where he wrenched the Ankle lock in more viciously. Gunn had no choice but to tap out, and Kurt kept the move in for a good few seconds after the referee rang the bell, before celebrating as if he had just won another gold medal. He ignored Gunn, who lay in the center of the ring, clutching his ankle. Team Angle were all smiles as they left victorious.
Winner: Kurt Angle
Reason: Better Roleplay...and Gunn quit.
SEGMENT
'The Girls' by Calvin Harris hit the PA as the crowd instinctively erupted into boos. Of course, at least 10% of the crowd were dancing, because c'mon, they're only human. For the first time in months, Lance Storm stepped out from behind the curtain. He looked the same as always; the Lance Storm look, some might say. Deadpan, pissed off, and of course, serious. He headed straight to the ring, without even acknowledging any of the crowd, as if they weren't even there. The announcer handed him the microphone.
Lance Storm: Man, I really need a new theme... Well I can honestly say Mexico, it feels like absolute shit to be back in EBWF! And it feels even worse to be amongst you people. You idiots... You criminals... You... Mexicans! Oh yeah, I went there.
There were more Boos.
Lance Storm: Oh yeah, like I was expecting you to cheer. You think a negative reaction bothers ME!? Think it through you inbred pack of assholes. Anyway, onto business. As you know, me and Ikeda cut a deal on Sunday to call the whole match off. Which, may I add, was the most sensible decision of his life. Last thing he needs is to lose the use of any limbs from being impaled with barbed wire. The deal... Well...
Suddenly, a video starts playing on the titon tron. A series of codes are streamed across the big screen in a matrix style. Numerous codes can be made out as 'you_all_suck.222' and 'serious_ly'. Then the line 'Can you crack the code?' comes up. 'No? C'mon_it's_easy.idiots/111'. The codes come back and swirl around the screen, until they all come together and an explosion of fireworks goes off on the stage. The screen then reveals 'Lance Storm is your NEW number one contender to the EBWF World Championship.' Followed by 'The saviour?... Fuck off.' The crowd erupt in even more boos.
Lance Storm: I'd like to thank Y2Gay productions for coming up with that oh-so-original concept for me there. Well, need I say more? Except that at Royal Rumble, justice will be done, as what should have happened in my last match will happen; and the Lance Storm era will begin. Oh, and you all make me sick. Ciao, assholes.
'The Girls' hit as Lance headed straight to the back, but not before spotting his cameraman doing ringside work and dragging him with him.
Match #4
Thrash Unreal hit and Chyna made her way to the ring. She wore a DX shirt tied to reveal a little of her stomach, but was accompanied by neither Triple H or Shawn Michaels. She waited in the ring for Lacey. Lacey made her way to the ring without Ron Killings. She stepped up to Chyna, and got in her face. Chyna grinned, then kicked Lacey in the stomach. She hit Lacey with a DDT, and went for the cover, but Lacey kicked out just after 2. The match went on, and after barely wrestling in years, Chyna looked at the top of her game. Lacey was at the top of her game too though...she was the No Limits Champion after all. The two women put on a great show, and the Mexican fans were clearly interested in both of them. The crowd was mostly behind Chyna, but there was some support for Lacey too. After a hard fought match, it could have gone either way. The two women were fighting it out when the DX music suddenly started to play. Chyna looked slightly surprised, and glanced towards the ramp. Neither Triple H or Shawn Michaels appeared, and Chyna's attention was brought back to the match when she was met with a swift kick to the mid-section by Lacey. Lacey took advantage of the opening and hit Chyna with the lightning spiral. She then covered her for the three count and walked to the back, as the show faded to a commercial break.
Winner: Lacey
Reason: Ashlee's Chyna roleplay was late.
SEGMENT
After the commercial break, the scene opened backstage where Chyna was walking down the hallway. The camera followed her as she walked up to Triple H and Shawn Michaels, who were talking to a member of the production crew. Shawn tapped Hunter on the arm and jerked his head in Chyna's direction as she approached. Hunter noticed her, and nodded in a non-verbal greeting. She cocked an eyebrow at them both.
Chyna: What did you guys do? I'm not mad, but...what exactly was the point in that?
Triple H: The point of... what, exactly?
Chyna: Um, the music? Don't tell me...
She didn't finish the sentence. She knew the answer already.
Shawn Michaels: ...It wasn't us.
Chyna: Then who was it?
The three exchanged uncomfortable glances, and Hunter shook his head and shrugged as the scene faded.
Match #5
I Walk Alone hit and Batista made his way to the ring. He was met with cheers as he posed for the capacity crowd. James Storm made his way to the ring and wasn't met with such an enthusiastic response. Batista glared at Storm, and Storm shook his head and charged at The Animal. Batista hit Storm with a Spinebuster as Storm came charging towards him, and the fans cheered. Storm twitched on the canvas a little, but the Tennessee cowboy didn't get to his feet. Batista dragged him up, and hit him with the Batista Bomb. James Storm was most definitely out of it, and it seemed that the match would be over with quickly. Batista covered Storm and the referee counted...1...2...3. Batista got to his feet without even having broken a sweat. He shrugged confidently, and the referee raised his hand. Suddenly, "Break It Down" began to play and Batista's eyes turned to the stage. He frowned slightly as The EBWF Champion Shawn Michaels strutted out onto the stage. Triple H stepped out too, but it was obvious HBK would do the talking. He had his title belt over his shoulder, and wore his usual sickening confident grin. He stared at Batista and clapped sarcastically before speaking into his microphone.
Shawn Michaels: Well done, Dave. Well done! You just flattened a very worthy and touch opponent, Cowboy Bob Orton.
Triple H whispered something in HBK's ear, and Shawn shrugged.
Shawn Michaels: My mistake...you defeated...James Storm? I didn't know we'd called anyone up from development recently. Anyway ...that was an impressive win. It's obvious I've underestimated you. Now Lance Storm was out here a little earlier, and he made it clear that he was the Number one contender for the World title. That's partially true... he is the number one contender...for the Royal Rumble. However, between now and then, I am free to face whoever I desire for the belt in my shoulder. So Big Dave, I decided I was going to humor you. Yeah, that's right...humor you. You want a shot at me? You got it!
The fans erupted and Batista grinned up the ramp at Shawn. He grinned back, and then continued.
Shawn Michaels: Don't get too excited. You get your shot at me...under one condition. If you beat Triple H...Monday on Warfare. Good luck.
Shawn and Triple H both grinned, as the fans booed. Batista shrugged, and glared at DX as they left the ramp. The scene faded to a commercial.
Winner: Batista
Reason: No James Storm roleplay.
Match #6
Metalingus hit as The Rated R Superstar stepped out from behind the curtain. Cocky as ever, he stolled to the ring grinning widely. He waited in the ring as Numb/Encore began to play. The Intercontinental Champion Shane Helms made his way to the ring to a chorus of cheers. Helms wore a smile a mile wide and was his usual enegergetic self as he slid through the ropes. He held up the Intercontinental title before allowing the referee to take it from him. He and Edge locked eyes, and the bell rang. The two locked up in an initial test of strength. Edge got the upper hand, and pushed Helms backwards with a smirk. Helms shook his head, hopped back to his feet, and adopted the Hurri-pose. Edge rolled his eyes and went for a clothesline. He connected, knocking Helms down. Edge went for an elbow drop but Helms rolled to one side and Edge connected with the canvas. Helms hopped to his feet and Edge got up quickly too. The two locked up again and Edge tripped Helms, taking him over in a side headlock. He held Helms in that position, but Helms got his feet to the ropes and Edge broke the hold. Helms dragged himself up using the ropes, although he wasn't too worse for wear. Edge charged at him again, and both of the two tumbled over the top rope. They fought on the outside and the fans were really into the action they were seeing. The referee must have been feeling very leniant, because the pair fought all around the ring, throwing one another into whatever was close at hand. Edge and Helms got back into the ring before the referee reached his ten count, and the fight continued. Edge got the upper hand, and he threw Helms into the ringpost. Helms' shoulder seemed to connect somewhat awkwardly, and he favored it. Edge grinned, and like a shark smelling blood in the water he went right after the minor injury. He took Helms over with an armbar and Helms tried to fight out of it. Edge held it in and even used his free hand to pound on Helms' shoulder. The referee asked Helms if he wanted to quit, and Helms shook his head. Once again Helms managed to get his feet under the ropes, and Edge had to break the hold. Helms was a little slower getting to his feet this time. Edge was half crouched over, waiting for him. When Helms got up, Edge charged at him with the spear but somehow Helms saw it coming and took Edge down with a drop toehold. Edge slapped the canvas in frustration and Helms hit a leg drop over Edge's back. The crowd cheered as Helms seemed to make a comeback. He dragged Edge up and hit him with a DDT. Helms went for cover...1...2...Edge kicked out. Helms dragged Edge back to his feet, but Edge rolled Helms up in a small package. The referee counted...1...2...Helms hicked out, Edge looked annoyed but went right back to work. He waited for Helms to get up, and went for the spear again. This time, Edge connected. He went for the cover...1...2..3! Edge was the new EBWF Intercontinental Champion! The referee awarded him the belt, and Edge held it high above his head. Aggression went off the air with Edge celebrating his title victory.
Winner: Edge
Reason: No Helms Roleplay. Congratulations, Kirsten!