Winner: Ron Killings. Reason: No Sabu roleplay.
Jillian Hall: Hello to all my fans, and Welcome to Monday Night Warfare!
The Fans cheered.
Jillian Hall: Now I know you all are ready for the match that is to come between me and Melina, and I don’t want to keep you waiting any longer....BUT first, I wanted to entertain you with an exclusive song from yours Truly, Jillian Hall! So without further of due, Hit the music!
A rather funky beat hit the PA System, as Jillian smiled, sort of vibing to the beat.
Jillian Hall: I see you looking at meeee!
Cause Baby I’m so hot, I make you COLD!
Before she can finish the verse, "I want you bad" hit the PA as out walked The Women's Champion, Melina! Jillian didn’t look quite pleased but Melina didn’t care, as she made her way down and entered the ring.
Jillian and Melina locked eyes, and the fans could tell from the faces of both competitors that the match was going to be a classic. Both women wanted a victory and they were determined to get one. The bell rang and the women lunged at each other. It definitely wasn't the usual slap-fest, and was more violent and hard hitting than most diva matches. Every time one wrestler got the upper hand, their opponent fought back and regained control. Melina went for a clothesline but Jillian ducked underneath it and caught Melina with an elbow to the back of the head. Melina held her head in pain and Jillian took advantage and hit a DDT. She went for a cover...1...2...kickout. Jillian scowled in frustration as Rico stood at ringside and cheered her on. Melina fought back to her feet and she forced Jillian into the corner. She speared Jillian, forcing Jillian into the ring post, then she hit her with a bulldog. Melina went for the cover this time...1...2...kickout! Rico continued cheering on Jillian, and the crowd was 50/50, with half behind either woman. Most of all they were just impressed by the competition they were witnessing. Melina dragged Jillian back to her feet, but Jillian caught her with a knee to the midsection, followed by the Hall of Famer! Jillian went for the cover..1....2...3! This time she got the three count, and stood up looking excited. She smiled as the referee raised her arm in victory, muttered a few words to Melina's vulnerable figure, pointed to the women’s title, and then grabbed a microphone. The crowd rang out in a chorus of boos and Jillian began a rendition of ‘We are the Champions’. Jillian hadn’t counted on Melina making it to her feet, and giving her a thunderous bulldog DDT to the mat. The crowd roared their approval, and Melina took a sarcastic bow.
BREAK IT DOWN!
Melina looked around with a general curiosity as the fans seemed to grow louder. They were unfortunately met with Triple H and Chyna on the video tron, as opposed to live and in person like they would have preferred.
Chyna: Aww, how cute Hunter, looks like Wes’ brought the Barbie Dolls out to play.
Triple H: Yeah, that guy always gave me a ‘don’t drop the soap’ kind of feeling. Doesn’t surprise me that he plays with dolls… Hey, hey guys. Could ya keep it down? You’re supposed to hate us, and all this cheering is really bad for our reputation.
Chyna: Well really? What do you expect from China?
Triple H: Ummm… non-stop laughs, an amazing body, impeccable fashion sense, and really, really, hot s….
She quickly brought her hand to his mouth, and covered it, shooting him a look.
Chyna: Melina, I think what Hunter was trying to help me say was…
He pushed her hand away.
Triple H: STEAK! You’re a really good cook. God… what’d you think I was gonna say?
Chyna: Yeah, I guess I am a pretty good cook.
Triple H: Which explains all the spice in the bedroom, you know your husband told me…
Chyna: Oh, my husband? The same husband who gets in front of a camera and forgets about all that is holy and sacred…
Triple H: Holy and Sacred? What do I look like? Shawn? Wait… your husband works in front of a camera… oh my God, it’s Shawn isn’t it? You didn’t even invite me to the wedding? You…
He turned his attention back toward the camera as if he could see the ring.
Triple H: Oh, Melina. You’re still there. Great…
Chyna: This message brought to you by your friends at D-Generation-X, we can’t stay on topic, but hey that’s what the production truck is for. I’m sure they’ll edit this before it airs in America, you know, for time and all, but the reason I’m really here is to answer your challenge. Last week, you said I had ONE week to think about whether or not I would face you for the Women’s Championship. I didn’t need to think… I already knew the answer. Absolutely not. Not if your life depended on it, because my guys and I… we have a vision for Wrestlemania Seven, and it has absolutely nothing to do with you, or the glorified prop you call a championship belt. So really sweetheart, I’m flattered. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside…
Triple H: You know, that might be a medical condition… You may need an exam… I’m qualified you know…
Chyna: Hunter Hearst Helmsley…
Triple H: My wife is not going to be pleased that you just middle named me on Chinese Television…
She ignored him.
Chyna: Melina, the answer is no, because DX only wastes ungodly amounts of time on those who are worth humiliating. And you’ve humiliated yourself enough, and that’s mostly because everyone in the back knows that you’ve already did the two words we got for ya…
The Chinese crowd yelled ‘suck it!’ and Triple H stood behind Chyna with his arms around her in X formation, slyly grinning as he looked into the camera.
Triple H: You’re damn right.
The crowd cheered once more and Chyna finally cracked a bit of a satisfied grin as the tron faded out.
Winner: Jillian Hall Winner: Val Venis Winner: Bret Hart "RETRIBUTION_IS.COMING"
The lights came back on and both Storm and Maven sprung into action as the same time. Attempting to take advantage of the darkness, they had moved almost instantaneously. Storm hit a superkick, and Maven hit a dropkick...but neither connected with its intended target. Both Maven and Lance Storm hit the referee, who immediately went down. They both stared down at the fallen official, and Maven looked like he felt guilty. Storm didn't care, and took the opportunity to attack Maven with a flurry of punches. The two brawled on the outside, and soon all thoughts of serious competition were gone. A new referee ran to the ring, and signaled for the bell to be rung. The match ended in a no contest. Winner: Nobody Winner: Shawn Michaels
In the opening match of the show, Ron Killings competed against the one of the EBWF's newest signings, Sabu. The match had the viewers gripped from the start. Both men seemed unstoppable, and the action was incredibly high-paced. Despite his age and many injuries over his long career, Sabu didn't seem to have slowed down one bit, and the less experienced Killings kept up with him every step of the way. Killings edged his way into the driver's seat of the match, and managed to hit the Truth Conviction. He covered Sabu for the 1..2..3.
Match #2
"Radar" hit the PA System as out walked Jillian Hall, smiling and ready for the match that was scheduled. She walked up the steel steps and into the ring, grabbing the mic from Lillian quite aggressively.
Those eyes cant stop looking at meeee!
I’m so Hot, I make the boys screeeeeam.
I’m even hot enough to melt your ice creeeeme!!
So sit down, and get old.
So so so so so.....HOT! Make you so so so-
Reason: This was a tough choice, but Ashlee and I decided between us and decided that Jillian had the win. We felt her segments were more interesting.
Match #3
Val Venis came out carrying the X Division championship. The crowd applauded, although they were somewhat confused that he had declared himself the X-Division champion. Lilain Garcia didn't announce him as such, and the belt was still classified as vacant on the EBWF website. AJ Styles stepped up to Val, pointed at the X title and got in Val's face. Val smirked and the bell rang. Val was in control the whole time. He caught AJ Styles with a clothesline that practically turned the little man inside out. Val smirked and grinned out to the females in the crowd, winking at them. AJ was still down by the time Val was done, and he climbed to the top rope. Val leapt from the top rope and caught Styles with the Money Shot. He covered him for the 1...2...3. Val's hand was raised in victory and he left the ring carrying the X-Division title.
Reason: A late roleplay, but AJ Styles was fired for racism.
Match #4
Hart attack hit and Bret was met with a great reaction as he made his way to the ring. The crowd was behind him as he went up against Olympic Gold Medalist Kurt Angle. The match was a technical classic, and both men gave it their all. Bret had the obvious experience advantage in the match, whereas Kurt was new to the EBWF. He seemed to lack the fire and passion that was necessary to go up against a legend like Bret Hart, and grossly under-estimated his opponent. Bret caught Kurt in the sharpshooter, and Kurt fought to get to the ropes. Bret kept pulling him back to the center of the ring, and Kurt eventually had no choice but to tap.
Reason: No Kurt Angle roleplay.
Match #5
Tattoo by Mercy Drive hit and Maven made his way to the ring, to a nice reaction from the crowd, but nothing too overwhelming. Lance Storm was met with an entirely different reaction...it was louder, but very mixed. He marched his way to the ring, looking as serious as ever. The match kicked off and the pair seemed pretty equally matched. Maven was suffering from a little bit of ring rust after his time away from the business, but he had a lot of heart and did his best to give the match his all. He was the typical underdog, and Storm seemed slightly surprised by the young rookie's ability. The two had been fighting for seven minutes or so when suddenly the lights went out and eerie music started playing. A video started playing on the Titantron. The video started by showing Storm attacking Chris Jericho last month, then showed a clip of Jericho attacking Storm earlier in the year. Every other clip in the video was Storm's attack, with clips of Jericho attacking Storm, Jericho beating someone up or Storm getting hurt inserted in between.
The clips then sped up, and the music built up to a crescendo. The video ended with the message :
SAVE_US.Y2J.
Reason: Ben and Jay came to an agreement. I think they discussed it over sex, but I can't be certain.
Match #6
HBK's music hit and as always he was accompanied to the ring by the rest of DX. Batista was already in the ring waiting for him and Shawn waved at him cockily before taunting on the turnbuckle. A frustrated Batista took a few steps towards HBK but the referee held him back. Shawn took his chaps off, and handed the belt to the referee, who raised it above his head. Before the bell could ring, Batista grabbed Shawn Michaels' arm pulled him towards him, into a clothesline. Shawn went down, taken by surprise, but he got back to his feet and nailed
Batista with a charging axhandle bodyblock. The bell rang, and Batista hit Shawn with a legsweep so they were both on the canvas. Shawn quickly nipped back up, and Batista got to his feet too, albeit more slowly. Batista charged at HBK and began to beat him with strong rights and lefts. Shawn looked a little woozy after a few shots, but kept fighting back. Batista grabbed Shawn by the arm and threw him into the corner. Shawn's back violently hit the corner of the ring and he went down. Batista taunted by flexing his muscles, and Shawn slowly got back to his feet. Batista went for a spear on HBK, but Shawn showed his quick reflexes by diving to the side at the very last second, sending Batista shoulder first into the ring post. Shawn grabbed Batista by the back of the head and hit him with a modified back cracker, similar to the one Carlito was known for. Batista fell to the ground in pain as Shawn started to climb up to the turnbuckle. He leapt from his perch, and hit his patented elbow drop directly into the chest cavity of Batista. Shawn was waiting anxiously for Batista to get up as the chinese fans continued to boo the EBWF World Champ. Batista finally got up and met HBK's Boot. The Sweet Chin Music sent Batista back to the ground. Michaels did the familiar "suck it" motion before he covered Batista, and the referee counted...1...2...3!
Reason: Better roleplay.
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