Kurt Angle made his way to the ring, followed by Kilings. The match was to determine the Number One Contender for Paul London's X-Division title, but while Kurt Angle looked focused, Killings looked distracted. The bell rang and the two men charged at each other. Killings fought violently, seeming pleased to have someone to take his frustrations out on. Kurt Angle tried to keep the match based around pure wrestling, keeping Ron Killings down with various holds. But Killings kept fighting his way out of them. He slid out of the ring and Kurt followed him. The two fought on the outside, and Killings slammed Angle's head into the announce table. All of a sudden the Tron lit up, and showed Lacey standing in an undisclosed location. She spoke, and Killings immediately turned his attention to the screen.
Lacey: Ron, you don't even have the guts to come rescue the woman you supposedly love. But you had the guys to turn on Age of The Fall when you knew what the repercussions. Well for now we have your Quote Lovely end Quote lady. For your transgressions she will pay the price.
Lacey motioned for Tyler Black and Jimmy Jacobs to bring Miss Jones, who was tied to a chair and blindfolded, into the shot. Killings wasn't paying any attention to Kurt any more, but he was fuming at the scene unfolding before his eyes. Lacey continued.
Lacey: You see this blind fold symbolizes you. You're blind to what is happening, but you won't be in a few minutes.
Lacey took the blind fold off and motioned for something. Tyler handed Lacey a small object that she started to click. All of a sudden there was fire which she threw in Carmel's face, setting it ablaze. Ron was screaming a million profanities and completely freaking out, but there was nothing he could do. After about a minute or two Age of the Fall poured water on Miss Jones's face, to show the scars.
Lacey: This is what betraying Age of the Fall brings. There is no one responsible for this but yourself Ron. You turned on us and she suffered for it. She will no longer be the same again, because of you. Welcome to your Downfall Ron.
The Tron flicked to black and the whole arena was in shock. Kurt Angle stood up, and noticing that Ron was distracted, hit him with a cheap shot. That was probably a mistake. Ron Killings snapped, and swung at Angle with lefts and rights. He picked up the steel chair Lilian had been sitting on, and smashed it over Kurt's head. The bell rang, and Killings didn't even seem to notice. He started to choke Angle out with one of the wires from the monitors, happy to have an excuse to take his anger out on someone. He was dragged to the back by Security, and Kurt Angle was declared the winner by DQ.
Winner: Angle
Reason: No RPs, but Killings had this storyline with Age of the Fall.
SEGMENT
The show has just returned from a message from the sponsors as ‘American Dream’ hits and ‘The American Dream’ Dusty Roads makes his way down towards the ring to a massive cheer from the fans. Dusty slides into the ring and grabs a microphone before speaking.
Dusty Rhodes: Yeah Daddy, The American Dream is here tonight baby and ready to make his mark and become the #1 contender if you weeelllllllll. But first tonight I have some important business to take care of that I couldn’t take care of on Aggression due to the technical difficulties that where experienced. You see last week I was disrespected by Kevin Nash so much so that I have decided that he needs to apologize for his blatant and utter disrespect. It wasn’t just myself that Kevin Nash disrespected it was every EBWF fan and every EBWF superstar that was offended last week by Kevin Nash’s refusal to participate in his scheduled match because he didn’t feel like it. That isn’t how this business is run, in this business respect is the most important thing there is. I am going to give Kevin the opportunity to make things right and do the right thing.
Dusty doesn’t have to wait long as ‘Bulls on Parade’ sound over the PA System and Kevin Nash makes his way out onto the stage flanked by his two little pals Sonjay Dutt and Jay Lethal. All three men climb into the ring as Nash stands over Dusty and begins to speak.
Kevin Nash: Excuse me Dusty Rhodes but who in the EBWF died and made you the boss. You see Dusty with your old age you must be getting confused a lot now days. You see Dusty this isn’t the late 80’s in WCW and you aren’t the booker anymore. You don’t call the shots and you can’t make me do anything so why don’t you take your old ass outta here and keep your mouth shut.
Dusty Rhodes: Let me tell you something, I don’t care what you think of me at all but you owe an apology to everyone else that is associated with this company for your lack of…
Before Dusty can continue he is blindsided by Lethal and Dutt as they attack Dusty with Right and left hands but he responds and pushes them away and knocks them both down to the ground with Bionic Elbows before he eats a big boot from Nash as Nash knees over Dusty and smashes him in the face with some stiff forearms before he hoists Dusty up and takes him down onto the ground with the Jacknife as Lethal and Dutt are up and Dutt takes off his shirt and begins to choke Dusty Rhodes with it while Lethal takes his built and begins to whip Dusty Rhodes across the back with it as Kevin Nash just looks on laughing at it all as Dutt and Lethal continue assaulting The American Dream to boo’s from the crowd.
Joey Styles: For the love of God could someone please come down here and stop this heinous assault on the American Dream. Joey Styles' prayers are answered as some referees come down to the ring and manage to clear Dutt and Lethal away from Rhodes as they along with Nash exit to the back as Rhodes tries to regain his breath as the referee’s help him too his feet.
Joey Styles: Let's hope Dusty Rhodes is okay.
Jerry Lawler: I'm sure he'll survive...but he probably won't be in that Battle Royal tonight. They need to get him to a hospital.
Rhodes is carried up the ramp as the show goes to a commercial break.
Match #2
Shine by HEMME hit and Christy Hemme stepped out from behind the curtain. The fans cheered as she made her way to the ring. Radar by Britney Spears hit and Jillian Hall made her way to the ring, accompanied by Rico. Jillian slid into the ring and grabbed a mic.
Jillian Hall: Hello Ireland! How are you tonight?!
The fans booed and Jillian looked oblivious.
Jillian: Tonight I'm going to grace you all with a song originally performed by your home town boys...Westlife!
The crowd booed even louder, because Westlife sucked almost as bad as Jillian did. Jillian held up the microphone to start her song but before she could get a note out, Christy Hemme snatched the microphone. Jillian yelled, and the mic picked it up.
Jillian Hall: What are you doing?!
Christy Hemme: Saving us all a few minutes of torture.
Jillian demanded another microphone, and was given one.
Jillian Hall: Torture? Torture is... that atrocious noise you call rock music. I'm clearly a much better musician than you.
Christy Hemme: Honey, you're deluded.
Jillian Hall: Am I? Ohhhh, oh, you're scared! I'm going to beat you tonight, but you know what?! I'm challenging you to...a Battle of the Bands! The first Warfare after the Pay Per View...what do you say? I'll show the world I'm the better Wrestler AND Singer!
Christy Hemme: You can't be serious...
Jillian Hall: I am serious! Bring those rotten boys of yours, too.
Christy Hemme: I was gonna laugh this off...but my boys are so not rotten! All right, Jillian. You're on.
Jillian smiled, and tossed the microphone aside. Christy did the same, and the bell rang. The two locked up and the fans cheered. Jillian was the stronger of the two and got the better of the exchange. She took Christy over, holding her in a headlock but Christy fought out of it and hit Jillian with a dropkick. Jillian went down and Christy went for an elbow drop but Jillian rolled aside, and Christy hit the canvas. Jillian got back up, dragged Christy to her feet and hit her with a full-nelson bulldog. She covered...1...2...kickout. The fans cheered as the match continued. The two women put on a great match, and the fans were hooked throughout. It seemed the match could have gone either way. Christy was in control, and she caught Jillian Hall with a stiff kick to the stomach. Jillian doubled over and Christy went for the Christy Twist. She got about half way through the move, but Jillian was able to counter and push Christy into the ropes. Jillian spun Christy around, and caught her with the Hall of Famer. She went for the cover...1...2...3! Jillian won the match and left the ring with Rico, clearly pleased with herself.
Winner: Jillian Hall
Reason: I liked Tez's RP better than mine.
Match #3
MVP's music hit and he made his way to the ring. Kennedy's music hit, and he made his way to the ring with just as much arrogance as his opponent had shown. The crowd didn't seem too fond of either man. The two locked up and MVP had control from the start. Kennedy didn't stand a chance and MVP stopped every few minutes to rub his superiority in Kennedy's face. Eventually MVP hit Kennedy with the Playmaker and covered him for the 1...2...3.
Winner: MVP.
Reason: No Kennedy RP.
Match #4
JBL's music hit, and he made his way to the ring to a chorus of boos. He didn't seem to care, but instead grinned obnoxiously. JBL slid into the ring, and posed for the crowd, encouraging them to boo even louder. His music died. The Irish crowd anxiously awaited the arrival of Triple H. Are you Ready? blared through the PA system and then the screen came alive. Chyna stood in the backstage area. A black DX t-shirt tied up under her chest and the IC Championship on her shoulder. She shrugged her shoulders as the crowds cheers turned to boos, expecting the announcement that Triple H would not be making an appearance tonight. She spoke to someone off camera.
Chyna: Except for the whole Spain incident, we pretty much got off without even having to appear in this dump called Europe, and then... Ireland...
The camera panned to the left to reveal Triple H, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt rather than wrestling attire.
Triple H: Ireland...the Arm-pit of the United Kingdom. And I've been to Manchester, so that's saying something.
Chyna looked at him, and raised an eyebrow.
Chyna: You know, I'm just going to let that one go, because well... Ireland is definitely the arm pit of something so you got it part right.
Triple H: Good. Because the Northern section is part of the United Kingdom, and that's just as arm-pit-like. But wait... what do we have here? It's JBL. Are you expecting a match against me or something, Frumpy?
JBL didn't have a microphone, but he yelled something in a less-than-pleased tone in the direction of the Tron.
Triple H: John, buddy...I can't hear you. One of your chins is in the way.
Chyna: Be nice. Everyone can't be as amply blessed as you.
Triple H: So...wait... I'm blessed with amazing wit, the body of a Greek God, incredible ability both in a wrestling ring and in the sack, and I don't get to rub it in anyone's face? What kind of bullshit is that?
Chyna: I'm really going to call your wife on a few of those claims... amazing ability in the sack? I've never seen you fight your way out of a paper bag... sounds like a fun game on our next road trip.
Triple H: Woman, you don't need to call my wife. I'll prove it to you personally.
Chyna: Okay! As soon as that little red light goes off I'll go find a grocery sack! Yey, I'm so excited. Wait... don't we have something to say to JBL?
Triple H: He's still there? Oh...you're right. Hi John. As you can see...
Triple H gestured at his street clothes.
Triple H: ...I'm not wrestling you tonight.
The crowd booed.
Triple H: I'd love to, but I have more important matters to attend to. See, there's a Battle Royal Tonight, for some pseudo-number-one-contendership for Lance Storm's world title. I thought it would be in my best interest to go watch that...since I might be fighting the winner at Wrestlemania.
Chyna: A what? I think being in Ireland had decreased my IQ level? There's a what tonight?
Triple H: Don't you know what pseudo means? I thought you were like... a college graduate or something.
Chyna: No, no I heard you. I just thought maybe you didn't know what you were talking about, because last time I checked... I'm the IC Champion, and it would only seem right that I would have been included in this little 'Members Only' get together...
Triple H: I guess they thought you'd still be in jail.
Chyna: Yep, I go to jail for the love of all men who enjoy watching half naked women crawling around all hot and sweaty, moaning and grunting live on pay-per-view and I don't even get a shot at the world title, that my dear Hunter, is bogus.
Triple H didn't say anything for a moment, then he seemed to wake up from his day-dream and looked over at her.
Triple H: Oh...shit...I'm sorry, you lost me at "hot and sweaty".
She was about to speak but a loud, shrieking voice proclaimed its disbelief that Hunter was still standing there.
Stephanie McMahon: Triple H! As the Director of Talent Relations I really must insist that you GO OUT THERE and WORK! Now.
She was now on camera standing between Triple H and Chyna, though she hadn't interjected herself between the two of them.
Triple H: Well, Steph...As a human being, with ears, I really must insist that you shut your damn mouth.
Chyna: I know that you're not standing between Hunter and me... I know, I have to be mistaken about that.
She stepped back for a moment.
Stephanie McMahon: I think the Director of Programming will be very upset if Hunter makes such a rash decision, given her inability to put on a show last week...
Hunter held up his hand, walked off camera, around Steph, and stood on the other side of Chyna.
Triple H: Presto. Fixed. Continue, ladies.
Chyna: The Director of Programming is a bitch. I hate her, and her husband's hot, some girls have it all I swear.
Triple H: Steph...why don't you go out there and wrestle JBL instead? You're um...more equal in physique to him than I am. It would look better.
Chyna shot him a look.
Chyna: Oh come on, you can do better than that. That's just rude, and... playing on the obvious.
Triple H: Wait, am I being rude? Cause maybe she has an excuse...I heard she was pregnant. Stephanie, do tell...who is the unwilling human whose essence you've stolen?
Stephanie McMahon: You're impossible, now both of you look into that camera and tell the world why you won't go out there and fight tonight.
Chyna: Hello world, I won't be out there fighting tonight because I'm not on the card.
Triple H: Hello world, I won't be out there fighting tonight because I don't want to. Have a pleasant evening.
Stephanie began to protest and Chyna simply grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her out of the frame. Taking the hint, Stephanie left.
Chyna: So, what you're saying is that you're the number one contender, but they're naming another one tonight?
Triple H: Precisely.
Chyna: So, when does this psuedo-number one contender get to face Lan... Lan.... the EBWF Wor... eh, you know who. Gross, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little...
Triple H: The winner gets to face... him at Fallout.
Chyna: Oh! So they're just calling this guy the number one contender, when clearly he's just the second choice, the next best thing! ...No wonder they didn't put me in the match. I'm always the first choice for everything.
Triple H: Yep, exactly. Everyone knows who the real Number One Contender is.
Chyna: Awww... sorry Ireland. We have no time for the likes of you.
She gave her IC Title a pat and smiled.
Chyna: Bye Hunter. I'll save a seat for you on the plane home, and I'll be a very sad girl if you don't sit there.
She flipped her hair and turned walking away from the camera and down the hall.
Triple H: And I'll also be very disappointed if I don't sit there, cause it means I'd be stuck in this craphole. Bye Ireland!
Triple H adjusted his Tag title on his shoulder and followed Chyna out of the frame as JBL looked furious in the ring, and was declared the winner by forfeit.
Winner: JBL
Reason: No RPs, cause I forgot I had a match with Hunter.
Match #5
Now was time for the final match of the evening. Bret Hart, Chris Jericho, Shane Helms, Khali, Val Venis, Teddy Hart, Kevin Nash, CM Punk and Rico all made their entrances. The bell didn't ring until each and every one of them were in the ring. When the bell did ring, chaos ensued. In the opening minutes of the match, Khali eliminated both Shane Helms and Val Venis single handedly. The rest of the stars in the ring all attacked the 7 foot monster at once, and he swiped at them, knocking a few down. Nash stepped up to Khali and the two began to exchange blows. Nash was the only man in the ring who came anywhere close to the big man in terms of size, but Khali still didn't seem phased by him. Khali grabbed Nash by the skull, headbutted him, and hit him with a chokeslam before pounding his chest and throwing Nash over the top rope. Teddy Hart hit Khali from behind with a dropkick to the knee. Khali stumbled but didn't go down. Teddy yelled to CM Punk to help him, and CM Punk did. Both Teddy Hart and CM Punk ran into the ropes at the same time, and each hit Khali with a dropkick to the back of the knee. Khali went down that time, and as Teddy got back up, Punk kicked him in the ribs and hit him with a DDT. The two began to exchange blows as Bret and Jericho worked together on Khali. They managed to get him over the top rope, but Khali brought Jericho out with him. Bret Hart turned around and Rico hit him with a spinning heel kick. Teddy, who had knocked CM Punk down momentarily went after Rico, but Rico got the better of Teddy and sent him over the top rope with a clothesline. Rico then went after CM Punk. He went for a clothesline but CM Punk ducked and Rico rebounded off the rope. CM Punk hit him with a drop toehold and was about to hit him with an elbow drop when Bret Hart charged at him from nowhere, sending him flying over the top rope. With CM Punk eliminated, that meant Rico and Bret were the final two. Bret wiped some sweat off his brow and waited for Rico to get to his feet. There were loud boos as D-Generation X appeared, walking down the ramp. Bret glared at the three of them, and Rico caught him with a right hand. Bret stumbled back and Rico caught him with another right hand. Triple H, Chyna and Shawn Michaels surrounded the ring. Was it DX who tried to screw Bret out of the battle royal? Rico kicked Bret in the stomach and grabbed him by the wrist for an Irish whip. Shawn Michaels was at ringside, and a sly smirk crept across his face as Rico began to whip Bret towards him. Shawn hopped onto the apron and pulled down the ropes, but Bret reversed the Irish whip and Shawn Michaels' plan back-fired...Rico went over the top rope, and Bret Hart stared at HBK as he saw Shawn had come within inches of screwing him again. Bret locked eyes with Shawn and started to yell "Was it you?!" Triple H and Chyna kept their distance as Shawn climbed into the ring. Bret allowed the referee to raise his arm in victory, but then yanked his arm away and got in HBK's face. The two came to blows and the fans cheered as Bret started taking it to HBK! Bret grabbed Shawn by the hair and tossed him over the top rope. He landed right next to Triple H and Chyna, who glared up at Bret, but didn't attack him. Chyna helped Shawn up, and DX left the ring with Bret staring at them every step of the way. All of a sudden there were a chorus of boos and Bret felt someone behind him. He turned around and was caught BAM with a superkick to the skull. Lance Storm had appeared from the crowd, slid into the ring and knocked Bret down. The fans booed as Storm raised his world title and the show went off the air.
Winner: Bret Hart
Reason: He had the better RP. The rest was just to make things a little more interesting.