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After the usual recap of the previous week’s events, Warfare opened up backstage with Daizee Haze getting in some last minute preparations for her match with Tammy Sytch. There was the sound of a door opening when all of a sudden Lacey walked in and stood in front of Daizee. Daziee looked up at Lacey and the 2 were face to face. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife.
Lacey: Well if it isn't my ole buddy, Daizee Haze. Looks like you’re ready for action tonight, too bad you’re going up against some WWF has-been bitch and not a real woman and champion, like me.
Daizee Haze: Real woman? Are you serious...You seem to think that you are some kind of Queen of something...Now, that is furthest from the truth.
Daizee smirked and laughed as she said the words.
Lacey: In case you have not remembered I still own you, so you had better tread water very carefully and watch what you say to your boss. Got that bitch?
Daizee Haze: *laughing* You Might own my contract, but you don't own me, so let this be the last thing I say to you before I leave to beatdown...
At that moment Lacey sucker punched Daizee with a hard right hand! Haze was floored and began bleeding from the mouth, Lacey then continued to beat on her with punches and then took off her No Limits Title. She cracked Daizee in the head with it, laying her out cold, then stepped back.
Lacey: Guess, you won't be making it to your match...bitch.
Lacey then wiped off her title and walked away as if nothing had happened.
Match #1
The scene switched back to the ring, where the referee declared Sytch as the winner by forfeit, informing the crowd that Daizee was unable to compete. Winner: Tammy
Reason: Phillip and Jon wanted it this way.
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The scene opened backstage with Bret Hart walking down the hallway. He stopped in front of a door marked “DX” and there was a buzz from the crowd. Bret ran his hand over his chin, sighed, and then knocked. He waited patiently, and soon the door opened. HBK was standing behind it, and he seemed surprised at his guest. He eyed the Hitman suspiciously, and stared at him through narrowed eyes as he spoke through gritted teeth.
Shawn Michaels: Can I help you?
Bret Hart: Uhh…yeah… Shawn, I know we have a lot of bad blood, I know we’ve exchanged a lot of words… and I know we’ll never get along. But…it’s the holidays, I’m not getting any younger, and I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I don’t want to carry this silly stigma with me any more. The Montreal thing…it was in the past. It should stay there. I don’t care who was right or wrong any more; we both made mistakes.
Bret sighed.
Bret Hart: I’m rambling here aren’t I? The point is…I forgive you, Shawn. And I’m sorry. I don't care what you think, or even if you care… just know that I forgive you, and I'm moving on. What do you say?
Shawn’s expression was difficult to read, but it was obvious that Bret’s words were the last thing he had been expecting. He glanced at Bret, as if searching his eyes for some sign of dishonesty. Finding none, he nodded.
Shawn Michaels: Ya know…that sounds like it’s been a long time in coming.
Bret nodded back, and extended his hand. Shawn looked at it, and started to extend his own. He didn’t shake Bret’s hand though. Instead, he pulled back and slapped Bret hard across the face.
Shawn Michaels: THAT is because your bitch of a wife was rude to my best friend.
Shawn spat in Bret’s face.
Shawn Michaels: And THAT was just because I hate your guts.
Shawn slammed the door before Bret could react to HBK’s volatile response. For a moment it seemed like Bret Hart was about to kick the door down, but he didn’t. He wiped the spit from his face, shook his head, and just walked away.
Match #2
The second match of the night was Billy Gunn v Edge. Metalingus hit and Edge sauntered out onto the stage in his leather trench coat, looking smug. He met Gunn in the ring and the two locked up as the bell rang. Gunn took Edge over with an armdrag, and kept the move locked in, but Edge quickly got to the ropes and got back to his feet. He rubbed his shoulder, informing the ref that he had pulled something, then as the referee convinced Billy to back away, Edge came charging forwards and took Billy Gunn down with a shoulder tackle and a smirk. The referee warned him about his cheap antics, but he shrugged and continued to battle with The Outlaw. The two both gave it their all, but Edge was on fire, and his underhanded tactics kept putting him ahead of the game. He caught Gunn with a spear, and covered him for the three count, earning himself another victory in the EBWF. Winner: Edge
Reason: No Billy Gunn RP.
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The cameras caught up with Rodney Mack backstage before his match with John Cena and he was visible distraught. Joey Styles walked up to him, trying to get a word with him before the match.
Joey Styles: Rodney, I just wanted to know if I could get a word with you about your match with Cena tonight?
Rodney Mack: Look Joey, right now...I have a match with my old buddy John Cena, and sure that should be my main thought, but you what after seeing what that skanky whore Lacey just did to Daizee, just makes me sick. All that means is she is just like that punk (bleep) Ron Killings, so I am letting them know now, I will not stand by and do nothing anymore....
Joey Styles: What do you mean?
Rodney Mack: Trust me...you and everybody else will find out what I mean in that ring tonight! Now get the hell out of my way.
Mack shoved past Styles and walked out towards the ring. Just as Styles turned around Ron Killings was standing right there, with a grin on his face.
Joey Styles: Ron did you just.....
Ron Killings: Shut up Styles. I heard what the hell he just said...Well I guess, I have to watch my ass...or more like he better watch his ass...tonight.
Killings laughed and then walked away, leaving Styles looking apprehensive.
Match #3
Rodney Mack and Cena fought it out in the third match of the evening. They both got in a good amount of offence, and Rodney Mack seemed especially violent. Towards the conclusion of the match, Mack was in control of Cena when suddenly "Wazup" played on the PA. It was the music of Ron Killings. Mack tossed Cena to the side, and faced the entrance ramp. But instead of Killings coming out, Lacey came out and was taunting Mack from the ramp. The ref went outside to make sure Lacey didn’t come into the ring. Just then from out the crowd Ron Killings appeared with a steel chain and cracked Rodney right in the back of the head! Mack fell down and was obviously out cold. Killings then lay Cena's arm on Mack's chest and left the ring. Lacey told the ref to go back to the ring. The ref noticed the cover and did as Lacey instructed him. He counted. 1…2…3. Cena was the winner. Killings and Lacey then ran into the ring and laid the boots to Mack. Killings grabbed the chain again and nailed Mack in the face, busting him open. Killings then grabbed a mic.
Ron Killings: See, this is what happens when you bite the hand that feeds you! See, Mack you and that ho-bag Daizee needed to learn some respect, and tonight you both did. Only thing is we don't feel you have learned your lesson, so at Christmas Eve of Destruction, we are challenging you to a ladder match, but not just any ladder match...A Contract vs Contract match! Which means, your contracts and our contracts will be on the line. So I hope you all are ready to go back to being a member of the McDonald's crew, cause the pay per view will be the last time you will be ever seen in the EBWF....Later Bitch!
Killings and Lacey spat in the face of Mack, as they left the ring with the crowd booing them.
Winner: Cena
Reason: Storyline.
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The show returned from a commercial break with Chris Jericho standing in the ring. He didn’t look pleased, and was pacing up and down the ring. Chris Jericho: Last week I was brutally and shockingly assaulted by an ass-clown with no nuts, and as of yet, no identity. Well tonight, we unmask the mysteries behind that black veil, because Y2J doesn’t take a beating lying down, for you, or anyone else, jerk-off! Now, come on out here so Y2J can slap that smirk off your mealy little face!
There was a long pause, and the masked man appeared, still wearing his balaclava. He made his way to the ring and looked nervous as he approached the angry Chris Jericho. Jericho glared at the man in the mask, then spoke into his microphone again.
Chris Jericho: What’s wrong? You camera shy? Take the mask off.
The masked man didn’t move, and kept his hands firmly in his pockets. Finally, Jericho got tired of waiting, and he reached out and yanked the mask off the man’s face, to reveal none other than…
Lance Storm! Jericho glared into Storm’s eyes, looking surprised and still as angry as ever. Storm looked somewhat pleased with himself and leaned forward to speak into Jericho’s mic.
Lance Storm: Were you expecting someone else, Chris?
Chris Jericho: Oh no…as I said earlier, I was expecting a man with no nuts. Looks like I got him!
Storm smirked, then he made a sudden movement, removing his hands from his pockets and taking Jericho down with a right hand. The punch seemed to have more of an effect on Jericho than a normal punch, and as Storm held up his hand it was clear why. He was wearing brass knuckles. The crowd booed as he mounted an unconscious Jericho and continued to pound him with the brass-knuckle covered right hand. Jericho’s face was soon a mass of bloody flesh, and the boos turned to cheers as Wes Ikeda appeared from behind the curtain. He ran to the ring and slid through the ropes, and as Storm stood up and turned around to see what the reaction was all about, Wes tackled him to the ground, and pounded on him with right hands of his own. Lance Storm was on his back but desperately swung at Ikeda. He caught him in the temple with the knucks, as Wes fell backwards holding his head. He was groggy, but Storm didn’t get the full force behind the shot, so Wes didn’t go down. Storm took the opportunity to slide out of the ring, grabbing Jericho’s mic on the way. He started up the ramp, and looked towards the ring at Wes Ikeda, who was standing in the ring, holding the side of his head and yelling some choice words in Italian at the Canadian star.
Lance Storm: Well…long time no see Ikeda! It’s so nice to be back. You know why I’m here…and since Jericho doesn’t seem like he’ll be fit to compete at any time in the near future, you’re ON! I’ll see you on Christmas Eve.
Storm continued up the ramp, as Wes broke into a smirk and the scene faded.
Match #4
Hart attack hit and Bret Hart made his way to the ring carrying the X-Division Championship. James Storm appeared with his cowboy hat and beer bottle, and walked to the ring. After emptying the beer bottle into his mouth, and throwing it into the crowd, he slid through the ropes and the bell rang. Bret nodded at Storm and the two began to circle each other. Storm lunged at Hart first, and forced him into the corner kicking him in the stomach. The match was more a brawl than anything else, and it was very physical. Storm went for a clothesline on Bret, but Bret dropped to the ground and Storm went flying into the referee. He didn’t look sorry. He just continued to fight with Bret and left the referee lying there. James Storm dragged Bret to the outside of the ring, and went to irish whip him into the ring post. Bret somehow managed to put on the brakes, and elbowed Storm in the temple. Storm fell back onto the timekeeper’s table, and his hand clasped around the ring bell. He swung it at Bret, clocking him in the face with it. The ref was still down and he missed the whole thing. For good measure, Storm hit Bret with the X-title too. He dragged Bret back into the ring, and hit him with the Eye of the Storm. James Storm shook the referee until there was some motion coming from the black and white shirted man, then he covered the fallen Bret Hart. The referee slowly but surely counted to 3, and Storm was declared the victor. Winner: James Storm
Reason: No Bret Roleplay.
Match #5
I Walk Alone hit and Batista made his way onto the ramp, dressed to compete in the main event. He did his usual taunt and made his way to the ring. After a few moment’s anticipation, Sexy Boy hit and the fans booed as HBK appeared on the stage. He was accompanied by Triple H and Chyna, who flanked him as he made his way towards his opponent. Shawn slid into the ropes and posed in his usual way, before waiting for the bell. Batista was larger and stronger than Michaels, but HBK wasn’t the World Champ for nothing, and he was highly experienced in facing big-men. Shawn’s resilience and innovative style worked in his favor, and Batista couldn’t seem to keep up with him. Shawn ran into the ropes and launched himself at Batista with a flying forearm. Batista went down, and Shawn hopped onto the second turnbuckle. When Batista got back up, Shawn jumped and went for a flying clothesline from the second rope, but Batista caught him by the waist and wrapped him in a bearhug. He squeezed the champ, putting pressure on the ribs and Shawn punched The Animal in the head to attempt to get him to release his grip. It didn’t work, so Shawn poked Batista in the eye and Batista let go, holding his face. The referee warned Shawn about his antics, but Shawn shrugged. Shawn spun Batista around so they were facing each other again, and quickly hit the Sweet Chin Music. Shawn covered Batista for the 3 count and the match was over with quickly. Shawn stood up and informed the referee to raise his hand. The referee did so and HBK posed with a smirk. Chyna and Triple H slid into the ring, with Chyna carrying HBK’s belt. They stayed by the ropes, and when Shawn turned to face them, Hunter snatched the World Title from Chyna’s hands in a sudden fluid motion, and ran at Shawn Michaels’ head with it. Shawn dropped to his stomach, and Hunter hit Batista with the belt instead. Batista had been standing directly behind Shawn, and Hunter looked pleased with himself as he looked down at Batista, then at his opponent for Christmas Eve of Destruction. Shawn didn’t know what to think as Hunter handed him back the World Title. Shawn grabbed the belt, got to his feet, and glared at Hunter suspiciously. The two exchanged a few words and Hunter pointed to Batista as he spoke, as if telling Shawn he had indeed been aiming for the Animal. There was a sense of distrust between the two, and soon both of them stopped talking. The show went off the air with the two men simply staring into each other’s eyes. Winner: Shawn Michaels
Reason: No Batista roleplay.
