The show kicked off with two debuting stars - Matt Hardy and the Rock. Both stars approached the match with total focus, seemingly aiming to impress EBWF Staff, fans, and the boys in the back. Matt seemed hungry to prove himself, possibly wishing to fight his way out of the shadows of his younger brother Jeff Hardy. The match wasn't a technical masterpiece but the Rock's electricity blew the roof of the Albany Civic Center throughout its entirity. Matt had his hands full for a while, but he finally turned the match in his favor after Rock missed a clothesline. Matt ducked and hit the twist of fate covering Rock for the pin. The referee counted...1....2...3! Matt Hardy was succesful in his first EBWF match, and he held up the V1 sign as Live for the Moment began to play.
Winner: Matt Hardy
Reason: No Rock Roleplay.
Match #2
Match cancelled
Reason: No roleplays.
Match #3
"Burn in my Light'" hit and the fans booed as Randy Orton made his way to the ring, cocky and smug as ever. "Alive and Amplified" hit and the Miz stepped through the curtain, making his EBWF debut. He was also cocky, but in a different way to Orton. The fans seemed split between the two, and the reactions kept changing throughout the match. The fans were disinterested as the match began, but the two put on a great match and the crowd slowly allowed themselves to be won over. Miz through Orton into the ropes and went for a dropkick, but Orton held onto the ropes to stop himself from rebounding back, and Miz hit the mat. Orton was like a shark who smelled blood, because he started cheap shotting Miz in the ribs. The crowd booed and Orton yelled at them to shut up. As he was distracted, Miz swept Orton's leg, knocking him down onto his back. Miz got back up and quickly hopped to the second rope, delivering an elbow drop. He covered..1....2...Orton kicked out. Miz shook his head and dragged Orton up. Orton elbowd Miz in the ribs and through him rougly into the ropes. Miz fell over the top rope and the two began to fight on the outside. The referee began a count...he got to nine before the two men were back in the ring. They fought on, and wound up on the top rope. Miz had Orton in position for a superplex and grinned as he played to the crowd. He hit the move, and both Miz and Orton crashed into the mat roughly. Neither moved. The impact had been brutal. The referee began to count...1...2...3... The men remained motionless. The referee counted them out. He reached a ten, and rang the bell, declaring the match a tie.
Winner: Nobody.
Reason: Miz posted a one liner, Orton's RP was better but late because he was confused over the deadline. This seemed the fair way to go. Let me know if you want a rematch, guys.
Match #4
"Cho Cho Chosen One" hit and Jarrett made his way to the ring, brandishing his guitar. He stepped through the ropes and didn't play to the crowd. "Wazup" hit and Ron Killings made his way to the ring. The crowd booed as Killings stepped through the ropes with BG James and Konnan at his side. He slid through the ropes and the bell rang. Killings charged at Jarrett, but Jarrett slid under the ropes and grabbed a microphone.
Jeff Jarrett: Hold on there a minute...now I said that I refuse to perform until Wes Ikeda meets my demands, and I'm not getting back in that ring until he comes out here!
The fans booed as Killings started yelling to Jarrett. The referee began to count Jeff Jarrett out.
Jeff Jarrett: You can boo all you want to, I don't care what you think. And Ron, you shut your mouth, you know you hate him too. Ikeda! Get your--
The ref reached a ten count and the bell rang. He declared Killings the winner by countout.
Lilian Garcia: Your winner via--
Jeff Jarrett: Shut up! I didn't lose. I didn't compete.
Killings slid out of the ring, and grabbed a mic of his own.
Ron Killings: Ya know, man has a point. He ain't the only one who has beef with the boss. Wes Ik--
The tron flickered and Wes Ikeda appeared, standing backstage in a Metallica t-shirt and jeans.
Wes Ikeda: Looking for me?
He grinned that eat-shit-and-die grin of his.
Wes Ikeda: To be honest, I'm sick of this hick town, and I'm certainly sick of you. So guess what? I'm not coming out there tonight.
The fans booed.
Wes Ikeda: Yeah yeah, eat it up. I'm still not coming out there. So Jarrett, Killings, Age of the Fall, and anyone else who has an issue...a statement will be posted on EBWF.net later in the week. That's all the precious time you're gonna get from me today. Live with it.
The screen faded to black.
Winner: Killings.
Reason: No Jarrett RP, and storyline.
Match #5
The fans seemed enthralled as Lance Storm and Samoa Joe went at it. Each had a great reputation and the fans were excited to see what they could do against one another. The fans chanted "Joe's Gonna Kill You" as Storm and Joe circled each other in the ring, but Storm didn't allow them to distract him. The two fought and the match was a classic. Storm's speed and agility contrasted with Joe's hard-hitting style nicely, and Joe kept up with his smaller agile opponent throughout the match. The fans were behind Joe and he seemed focused and determined as ever. Lance wasn't going down without a fight though and he and Joe continued to take it to each other for a good ten minutes or so. The two men collided in the ring as they both went for a clothesline at the same time. They hit the mat and the referee started to count them out. The fans stamped their feet in unison, as if trying to breathe life into the two men in the ring. Nobody wanted the match to end via countout. Joe started to move first, and he slowly got to his feet. He looked a little groggy and stared down at Storm for a moment before climbing to the second rope and waiting. Storm started to move, and he slowly got to his feet two. Joe leapt from the second rope and as he came down, Storm clocked him with a superkick to the jaw. Joe went down and the fans went crazy as Lance Storm locked Joe in the Canadian Maple Leaf. Joe tried to make his way to the ropes, but to no avail. He tapped, and Storm's hand was raised in victory after a great match.
Winner: Lance Storm
Reason: His RP was hilarious.
Segment
"The Game" hit and there was a mixed but loud reaction as the new world champion stepped through the curtain. He wore a smug grin on his face and had his world title belt draped across his shoulder. He walked to the ring, savoring every moment. He did his signature taunt on the ring apron before throwing his water bottle aside and climbing into the ring. Triple H requested a microphone from Lilain Garcia, and he began to speak.
Triple H: Well...I told you it would happen, and it did. I stand before you today as the New EBWF Champion. And it's a damn shame I've got to have my victory party in front of you corn-fed jackasses, but with this belt on my shoulder, there's nothing that can dampen my spirits.
The fans booed and began to chant "you suck" as Triple H continued.
Triple H: This belt right here says I don't suck. And while we're on the subject of sucking, you might want to take up that subject with your mother. I hear she's quite the expert.
The fans booed even louder as Hunter smirked.
Triple H: I'm sure you all thought I'd come out here and be mad, angry, annoyed, pissed off, and about twelve other kinds of unhappy over what went down at Wrestlemania 7. Well, I'm not going to complain and I'm not going to bitch. As far as I'm concerned, the belt on my shoulder does all the talking I need. And I'm not going to give he who shall not be named the satisfaction of calling him out here tonight...because he's not important enough to get the rub off of me. A man I am going to talk about however, is Bret Hart.
The fans cheered at the mention of Bret's name.
Triple H: Don't get ahead of yourselves now. I gave him quite the beating last night...in fact, I beat him so badly that doctors are saying he might never wrestle again. He's old, he's broken down, his body just couldn't handle the pain I infliced on it. So this is not only a day of celebration, it's a day of mourning. I stand before you today to say goodbye to one of my favorite people in the world...Bret the Hitman Hart. And I had the production crew prepare this nice little video package to honor his illustrious career. Boys, play it.
A video began to play on the titan tron. It began with images of Bret holding up his title belts and making his way to the ring, locking in the sharp shooter, etc. Suddenly the video changed. DX music began to play and images of Bret being screwed out of the WWF title, being superkicked, being pedigreed and being hit with a sledgehammer began to play on a loop. Hunter smirked and the fans only booed him louder. The video stopped, but some new music began to play. Hunter looked confused as "Hollow" by Submersed blasted over the PA System. After a moment Lacey stepped out onto the stage with Rain at her side.
Triple H: Well it's about time! I ordered those prostitutes at least 2 hours ago.
Lacey and Rain didn't look impressed, but the fans got a bit of a laugh out of Hunter's wit.
Lacey: Can you be quiet for one minute, Triple H? I know it's hard...but try. We've got something to say.
Triple H: Ya do? Well, this is my party, but I guess I'll allow you to make a speech. What's on your mind?
Lacey: Last time I faced D-X it was an Inter-Gender tag match in which me in my partner overcame the odds. Well Tyler Black has gone his own way so I have a win over D-X that I'm looking to take advantage of. So bein' left with out a partner I turned to someone who has traveled the roads with me and knows me better then anyone.
Rain: Lacey turned to me. She said that the Minnesota Home Wrecking Crew becoming an active tag team in EBWF could be freakin' awesome, and I agree.
Lacey: So that brings us back to why we reformed. D-X, you have something we want. It's nice it's shiny and it's gold. We want those tag team championships. We want to make history and show we are one of the best tag teams in the world today.
Rain: We have laid the challenge... So D-X you pick the time and the spot and we will meet you in the ring.
Lacey: That's if you don't have to much of an ego to take on a couple of little girls as you and most of the people in the crowd probably view us. Oh Yeah, your home just got wrecked by the Minnesota Wrecking Crew.
Triple H: My home? Uh...really? My home is all the way back in Texas and I'm pretty sure it's still standing, with my hot wife and beautiful baby inside. I'll tell you what...
Triple H paced back and forth in the ring.
Triple H: ...Shawn isn't here right now, and I left my tag title in the back. But if you want a shot as us? You're on! Next Monday on Warfare. I'll track down HBK, and we'll give you your match.
Lacey: As simple as that?
Triple H: As simple as that. I don't see anyone else climbing all over each other to get a shot at us. Monday work for you?
Rain: Oh yeah, Monday's great.
Triple H: Then ladies...I'll see you then.
"The Game" hit again as Rain and Lacey stepped off the stage. Hunter stood in the ring with a grin as the show went off the air.