The show kicked off when "Shine" by HEMME blasted over the PA system and the fans gave a decent reaction as Christy Hemme made her way to the ring. She waited, and Allison Wonderland's music hit. A grin broke out over Christy's face as Allison made her way to the ring. The bell rang, and Hemme charged at Allison. Allison ducked and when Hemme came bouncing off the ropes, she went for a clothesline of her own. This time Hemme ducked, ran into the ropes and used the momentum to bounce back and increase the power of her flying forearm. She got back up, and waited for Allison to get to her feet before hitting her with a modified facebuster, falling backwards and driving her knees into Allison's face. Allison fell beckwards and held her nose, and Christy got up again. Christy went for a cover, but Allison Wonderland kicked out after two. The match continued, with Christy remaining in control for the majority of the contest. Eventually she hit The Christy Twist, and covered Allison. The referee counted...1...2...3! Christy's arm was raised in victory and she smiled out at the Spanish fans before heading to the back with her first victory under her belt.
Winner: Christy Hemme.
Reason: No Allison Wonderland roleplay.
SEGMENT
The cameras are panning around the arena awaiting the next match when all of a sudden the lights go to pitch black, all you can hear are whispers. On the big screen you start seeing random wrestling clips of one mans career, that man ... the king of wrestling, Kevin Nash. As the video plays, from nowhere, pyros start going off in the arena as "Bulls On Parade" by Rage Against The Machine hits the P.A. The fans immediately errupt into massive boo's. Kevin Nash with his two cronies, Sonjay Dutt and Jay Lethal, appear on the stage. Nash dressed in blue jeans and a black sleeveless shirt with the words "Steroids are for Winners " showing off his sarcasm. He's sporting his short hair style with the tips dyed blonde. Sonjay and Jay lethal are both dressed casually in their usual attire. They three make their way down the ramp and into the ring, Nash is given a microphone promptly as he requests. Kevin Nash: Spain .. BIG SEXY in Da HOUSE!
The fans jar back booing.
Kevin Nash: Don't worry people, I'm not back to align up with Aitch Bee Kay or Hunter for that matter, it's time to do things my way ... the way that's been proven to work time and time again. That's right, I'm gonna juice myself up and get ready for the big boys, I think in no time with the right juice I can be swinging with the big boys. Hanging in there with Roger and Barry, right?
Sonjay quickly interrupts Nash.
Sonjay Dutt: Uh Nash ... not to disrespect ya or anything man but this is wrestling, not baseball.
Kevin Nash: Oh my bad, I didn't even realize ... so what I meant to say is I can keep up with Hunter himself and hell even Kurt Angle, whoever else .. Lance Storm, I think he's the world champion. But seriously, what's it matter .. I mean c'mon, I'm Kevin Nash. Everywhere I go, I create stars and I end dreams. You come with me, and you'll see what I'm talking about ... you choose the other side and bad things, BAD THINGS, can happen, it's a pretty simple choice once thought out, really is. Now lets get down to business, first of all this isn't the new and improved nWo, hell it ain't even eye spy either, it's just three guys walking into this place and making our names known right off the bat.
Jay Lethal: Starting with tonight ... OOOOOHHHH YEAH!
Kevin Nash: Tonight? What the F-
Sonjay Dutt: Yeah Dusty Rhodes ... MVP, c'mon Nash you got a match we told you earlier this week.
Kevin Nash: Dusty Rhodes?! MVP?! Seriously guys, c'mon! Are ya pulling my leg here?
Dutt & Lethal simply shake their heads no.
Kevin Nash: Well first of all there is no way ... absolutely NO WAY I'm wasting my time with those goofs. First of all what the hell is Dusty Rhodes even doing wrestling anymore, the guy looks like he's one burrito away from a heart attack. And for a guy like MVP, why the hell would I wrestle him? Can either of you come up with a logical explanation? ... Waiting ... Waiting ... NOPE! Didn't think so, because the only thing he'd be good for is for me to have one of you guys wipe the floor with his non-talented ass. News flash MVP ... we don't keep score here, you go in and take care of business. There's no MVP award for you to get and until you get that through your head you'll be nothing more than another grunt working under me, it's simple logic people. I come in, do my business, and three months .. I'll be running this joint. I'll be booking matches, calling shots, and crowning MYSELF as the World Champion. I see all you idiots, shaking your heads, telling yourself that it won't happen. Well don't kid yourselves, I maybe the biggest prankster around, at the end of the day ... I'm a Champion, I'm the best, I got ladies from coast to coast and I'm old enough to be half you guys' dad, meanwhile you guys are playing swords in the back!
Sonjay Dutt and Jay Lethal burst into laughter, the fans get into a rant "Nash Sucks! Nash Sucks! Nash Sucks!"
Kevin Nash: Not as good as your mom ... 'nuff said. Moving on, I'm just here, kinda taking up TV time, just making sure you all knew I was here and what to expect. Don't expect anything flashy, except for the late night hours ... but that is neither here nor there. I'm getting old, we all know this, so you guys ... whoever I wrestle in the upcoming weeks, try not to overuse that alright, it gets a little stale from time to time. EBWF ... do me a favor, give me somebody original, give me some true talent. Somebody who can actually carry themselves in a match and don't have to rely on my star power to carry us both through the horrendous affair. Line'em up .. one by one, they will all eat my BOOT, ha ha ha! And you guys feel free and try to defy the odds, doubleteam ... tripleteam, whatever it is you think is neccessary, because these two young lads here got my back and I really don't think I could do use for a Scott Hall, Shawn Michaels, or Hunter Hearst Helmsley ... basically the kliq is dead. The new times are in, I'm not busy reliving the best parts of my wrestling life like some of you idiots in the back, I'm out here making new ones .. this definately isn't the last you heard from me, believe that!
"Bulls on Parade" hits the P.A. once again as Nash simply drops the microphone. The fans errupt with more boo's as the three men make their way to the back.
Match #2
The fans cheered for the debut of the American Dream Dusty Rhodes. He came to the ring with his usual passion, charisma and flair, and the fans ate it up. He didn't get much time to enjoy his spotlight though because "I'm Comin" hit and MVP stepped out through his paper clock, making a showcase out of his entrance as usual. He wore a cocky but focused expression on his face as he slid into the ring. He immediately exchanged some words with Rhodes, and Rhodes blasted some back at him. The two exchanged blows and the Dream came out on the top of the exchange. He took a minute to play to the fans and MVP hit him in the back of the head, taking him down. MVP stomped on him for a few seconds before dragging him to his feet and hitting him with a DDT. He went for a cover but Dusty Rhodes kicked out after two and fought back to his feet. Dusty got the upperhand again and although he wasn't the most athletic or agile of men, his experience gave him the edge. He got the better of the young, cocky MVP and kicked him in the ribs, causing him to double over. Rhodes shoved MVP's head between his legs, wrapped his arms around the young opponent and hoisted him up, keeping his head between his legs. Rhodes allowed his own legs to go out from under him, driving MVP's skull into the mat with the Piledriver. He made the cover, and the referee's hand slapped the mat...1...2...3! Dusty Rhodes won his first match in the EBWF.
Winner: Dusty Rhodes.
Reason: Better RPs. Nice character!
Match #3
The scene opened up backstage, with Shawn Michaels in his locker room. He was wearing his wrestling gear but still had a DX shirt on, and was in the middle of taping his wrists when there was a knock at the door. Shawn answered the knocking with a voice that indicated he was less than impressed.
Shawn Michaels: Come in.
Chris Jericho walked into the room, and Shawn folded his arms and looked his guest up and down curiously.
Chris Jericho: I don't mean to be rude Shawn, but did you miss what happened with Lance Storm and I last week?
Shawn Michaels: I miss what happens with you and Lance Storm every week if I can help it. Why...what happened?
Chris Jericho: Touché. Well in case you've forgotten, I got to spend the holidays banged up thanks to Lance, and now I'm back I owe that son of a bitch an asskicking. He agreed to give me a Title shot, but then you start whining about a rematch and suddenly I'm forgotten about. Shawn Michaels: Of course he agreed to give you a title match. You're not me. He knows he can beat you. Chris Jericho: Funny, because the last match I saw between Shawn Michaels and Lance Storm.... you lost junior.
Shawn shrugged.
Shawn Michaels: He got lucky, it happens. But at least he didn't give me my own blood to drink as a nightcap. Chris Jericho: You'd be amazed at what someone can do with brass knucks and a sneak attack, especially when the guy being attacked doesn't have two buddies by his side to make cock jokes with.
Shawn grinned, and laughed slightly.
Shawn Michaels: Funny... you're real funny. It's too bad you can't win fights with your mouth, huh? Listen, junior, I'm getting my rematch, and there's nothing you can do about it. So get out of my face, and get in line...okay sport? Chris Jericho: I guess I could kick Storm's ass then beat you for the Title, makes no difference to me so long as I'm World Champ. Good luck out there.... guess you'll need it if Lance got "lucky".
Jericho winked, smirked and casually stepped aside, maintaining eye contact with Shawn until he closed the locker room door after himself. Shawn stared a hole in the door for a few moments before going back to his match preparation.
Match #4
Kennedy v Orton was cancelled.
Winner: Nobody
Reason: No Roleplays.
Match #5
"You Suck" hit and Kurt Angle stepped through the curtain. The fans gave him a mixed reaction as he made his way to the ring. He waited for CM Punk to make his appearance. Punk began to walk to the ring and got a pretty decent reaction. The two locked eyes and when the bell rang they both went in for the kill. Kurt had the advantage from early on, but Punk put up a fight. Punk was impressive, but Kurt was on a roll, and Punk couldn't overcome the pure mat wrestling skills of The Olympic Gold Medal Winner. Kurt got Punk in the Ankle lock, and Punk held on for a while but looked like he was ready to tap at any moment. All of a sudden Jimmy Jacobs, Lacey and Tyler Black ran to the ring and surrounded it. Kurt broke the hold, sure that one of the members of Age of the Fall were going to attack him. He yelled out at them but looked on his guard. The referee warned them to back off, but they didn't listen. Tyler Black hopped onto the ropes and got in Kurt's face. Kurt retorted back and it looked like the two were about to come to blows. On the other side of the ring Lacey slid a steel chair towards CM Punk. Punk grabbed it, and got up gingerly. Black topped down from the apron and Kurt turned around just in time to duck a swinging steel chair. His reacted quickly, and got CM Punk in positon for the Angle Slam. He hit the move, and covered...1...2...3! Kurt was on a roll. He slid out of the ring and raised his arms as he went to the back, leaving Age of the Fall to help CM Punk out of the ring.
Winner: Kurt Angle
No CM Punk RP.
SEGMENT
Scene opens up backstage where Vickie is walking towards her dressing room, when all of a sudden she is tapped on the shoulder by somebody out of frame; she turns around and her face is shocked at who is in front of her. The camera pans out and standing there is The Big Show. Vickie gives a smile before hugging him.
Big Show: So how are you doin Vickie?
Vickie: I am doing good Paul. I must say Im shocked to see you.
Big Show: Well, I was taking some time away, doing some traveling and I heard EBWF was here doing a show, so I thought i'd come visit some friends and catch up.
Vickie: Paul, was that you that called into the radio station earlier?
Big Show pauses for a moment and wipes his forehead as sweat began to drip a little.
Big Show: Well, Vickie...that is what I wanted to talk to you about....ya see...
Vickie interupts him in mid sentance
Vickie: Paul it is okay. I was actually flattered by the comments you made. I must say I never expected you to have any feelings towards me, especially since your married. Are you sure that you are ready to get involved with a Guerrero like me?
At that moment Show takes a deep breath and speaks again.
Big Show: Umm, Vickie that wasn't me that called earlier. See, I have this friend who really finds you attaractive and has had an eye on you for quite some time. And well, I wanted to introduce you.
Soon as those words were spoken, a figure came walking up holding a big bouqet of roses that covered up the face. Vickie stands there surpized and a bit embarassed for assuming that Big Show was "Big Sexay".
Big Show: Vickie I would like to intoduce you to my good friend....."Big Sexay".
The camera still not able to see the persons face. Vickie grabs the flowers, takes a big smell and then looks at Mystery person. No sooner then she did that, Vickie faints on the ground. At that point the camera pans out to reveal none other then the Beer Drinking, crazy bitch....ODB! ODB looks at show and then into the camera.
ODB: Was it something I said?
Camera fades after Big Show picks up Vickie and takes her inside her lockeroom, ODB picks up the boquet, pulls out her flask and takes a swig before entering also.
Match #6
It was time for the main event. "Sexy Boy" hit and Shawn Michaels made his way to the ring. He did his trademark entrance but deep down he was clearly focused on the match ahead. Shawn paced up and down, waiting for the entrance music of his opponent to hit. Shawn stared at the entrance way and "The Girls" by Calvin Harris hit. Shawn grabbed the mic from Justin Roberts.
Shawn Michaels: Please tell me I have to face you to prove myself.
Lance spoke into a mic of his own as he started to make his way to the ring.
Lance Storm: Sorry, Shawn. You're outta luck. I'm just here to introduce your lovely opponent.
Storm walked around the ring and took a seat a the commentary desk.
Lance Storm: I put a lot of thought into this, so I hope you appreciate it. Shawn Michaels...in order to become the number one contender for my world title, tonight you have to beat...
Storm let a small grin creep across his face for a moment and paused, before delivering the answer.
Lance Storm: ...Chyna.
Shawn almost dove out of the ring and knocked Storm's head off, but he didn't.
Shawn Michaels: No I'm not, she's not even wrestling tonight, you know the Spanish government have banned her from--
Shawn was interrupted as "Thrash Unreal" by Against Me hit and Chyna stepped out onto the stage...in wrestling attire. Shawn stared at the stage as Chyna made her way to the ring. The two locked eyes as she slid through the ropes, and Shawn tossed the microphone aside, walked up to her and said a few words to her, that seemed somewhat heated. She shrugged, and he backed off. The bell rang. Shawn didn't hesitate. He got her in a lockup right away...he wanted that shot at the world title, and Chyna made it clear there was no way she would lie down for him. Lance sat at ringside smiling smugly. Shawn tried to get the match over with quickly, but Chyna put up a hell of a fight. She forced him back into the corner and hit him with the handspring elbow, before hitting a bulldog. She went for the cover...1...2...kickout. She picked Shawn up and he shoved her backwards before kicking her in the stomach and hitting a DDT. He didn't go for the cover...he climbed to the top rope and launched himself from it with an elbow drop, then he went for the cover...1...2..kickout. Shawn slapped the mat in frustration and got back up. He pulled Chyna to her feet and hit her with a suplex...but she reversed it in midair and landed in her feet behind him. She hit him with a bulldog and went for the cover again, but he kicked out strongly after two. The fans applauded...the two were putting on a great match. Shawn got to his feet and Chyna hit him with a forearm that send him reeling backwards. He went into the ropes and she swung at him again. He grabbed her arm to block the shot and raised his voice, asking her what the was doing. She ignored him, and hit him with her other arm. He released her right wrist, and grabbed his face. She went for another shot but he ducked this one, and irish whipped her into the ropes. He leapt into the air as she rebounded back towards him, and hit her with a flying forarm before nipping up, so he was back on his feet. That was when the authorities arrived. The crowd was in a frenzy and uniformed men were fighting through the people to make their way to the ring. They caught Shawn's attention, but they were having a hard time getting past the crowed, who were pratically rioting. As Shawn was distracted with his eyes on the officers who were coming to arrest them, Chyna got to her feet. She grabbed him by the shoulder, and spun him round. Before he could react she kicked him in the midsection, and hit him with the Pedigree. Chyna covered...1..2...3! The referee didn't get a chance to raise her arm though. Armed and uniformed men finally made it to the ring, and as she stood up she was seized from behind. A man dragged Shawn to his feet, and he started to come to as they cuffed him. The crowd were booing loudly and filling the ring with soda bottles, popcorn cartons etc as Chyna and Shawn Michaels were dragged from the ring in handcuffs. Lance watched on, and a sly smirk crept across his face as the show came to an end.