Mauro Ranallo: Get ready folks! It’s time for Warfare!
The camera panned the arena as pyro shot off from the stage. The crowd came to life as To the Wolves by Stitched Up Heart hit and Damian Priest entered with his signature fire and slow, intense strut. The red lights and smoke swirled as he raised his arms, fire erupting behind him.
Mauro Ranallo: A man cloaked in chaos and calm — Damian Priest looks like he stepped straight out of a gothic prophecy!
Austin Gunn hit the stage to his theme, hyping the crowd with his natural energy and charisma. He high-fived fans, talked smack to the camera, and pointed to the ring.
Nigel McGuinness: Don’t let the smile fool you. Austin Gunn has something to prove tonight, and he’ll be looking to do it at Priest’s expense.
The bell rang and the competitors were off to a fast start with Austin Gunn taking control. Gunn used his speed to frustrate Priest with a running dropkick. He followed up with an arm drag, and the crowd cheered as he capped it off with a spinning heel kick. Priest rolled outside, and Gunn managed a springboard off the ropes with a topé con giro, landing on his feet after impact! Gunn threw Priest back in and hit a slingshot twisting elbow drop into a cover.
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Mauro Ranallo: And a kick out from Damian Priest! Austin Gunn is firing on all cylinders like a Dodge Charger in a street race!
Priest blocked a corner splash and stunned Gunn with a roundhouse kick to the head. He followed up with a rope-assisted spinning kick, then hit a sit-out side slam for a near fall.
Nigel McGuinness: Textbook precision from Priest. He’s dissecting Gunn’s momentum like a surgeon with a scalpel.
Gunn tried to counter, but Priest nailed a flapjack and then taunted the crowd before delivering a leaping elbow strike in the corner and a broken arrow.
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Austin Gunn kicked out! Priest tried to follow through, but Gunn escaped a chokeslam attempt, and hit a springboard off the second rope for a flying back elbow. Gunn followed up with a spinning neckbreaker, then a Famouser.
Nigel McGuinness: Go for the pin, Austin!
Mauro Ranallo: He’s got something else in mind!
Gunn ascended the top rope and landed a diving blockbuster. He hooked the leg!
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Nigel McGuinness: Priest gets the shoulder up!
Gunn tried for a Cutter, but Priest shoved him off and hit a rolling wheel kick! Priest followed up with a deadlift sit-out powerbomb for a close two-count.
Mauro Ranallo: The resilience of Austin Gunn! He’s taken everything short of a thunderbolt!
Gunn rallied with a jawbreaker. Damian stumbled but did not fall so Austin upped the ante with a superkick, and then went for a DDT—but Priest blocked it! Priest drilled him with a bell clap, hit the southpaw discus lariat, then ran the ropes and nailed the leaping flatliner!
Nigel McGuinness: Priest is feeling it now! It’s just a matter of time.
Priest ascended the turnbuckle and hit a diving spinning heel kick off the top!
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Kickout at the last second!
Priest signaled the end. Gunn staggered up and walked right into The South of Heaven Chokeslam. Priest didn’t stop. He pulled Gunn up, spun him, and drilled him with The Reckoning!
Mauro Ranallo: Prist with the pin!
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Priest stood tall over the fallen Gunn. He looked into the hard cam, raised his arms, and the flames returned on stage. Gunn rolled to the ropes, clutching his ribs but earning the crowd’s respect.
Mauro Ranallo: What a match to open Warfare! Austin Gunn brought the fight, but Damian Priest brought the fire.
Priest stood victorious as the camera panned away, and the scene opened backstage.
The camera cut backstage to Renee Young, who was with Britt Baker.
Renee Young: Good evening, EBWF fans! My guest at this time is the EBWF Women’s Champion, Dr Britt Baker, DMD. Britt, last week we heard from this year’s Last Survivor winner, Mina Shirakawa, who will be challenging you for the Women’s Championship on April 27th at Fallout. We heard from Mina last week, and she seemed pretty confident that she would be the next Women’s Champion. In fact, she even suggested you were jealous of her. Would you care to respond?
Britt Baker: I would… but first, let me ask your opinion on something, Renee. Was it just me, or did you think Mina was flirting with me last week?
Renee hesitated before responding.
Renee Young: …I couldn’t really say… it wouldn’t be professional.
Baker struggled to suppress a smirk.
Britt Baker: Yeah, that’s what I thought. And honestly, I’m flattered. You certainly think a lot of yourself, don’t you Mina? And I’ll call it like it is - you do have sex appeal. But you don’t have my title. If there was a championship for the most attractive woman on the EBWF roster, you’d win that, hands down. But the only championship available is the one on my shoulder… the one for the best wrestler on the roster. And you’re looking at her.
Renee Young: I guess Mina isn’t the only one feeling confident going to Fallout. Mina did also thank you for defeating the former leader of Oedo Tai, Tam Nakano, allowing her to step into the spotlight. What are your thoughts on that?
Britt Baker: I mean, it didn’t seem like the most sincere thank you I’ve ever received, but Mina’s right… she wouldn’t be where she is right now if it weren’t for me. For the better part of two years, Tam Nakano dominated EBWF. Mina and the rest of Oedo Tai helped her, sure, but they were always in Tam’s shadow. Tam called herself the Final Boss, and everyone thought she was unstoppable… that was, until I stopped her. And I beat Tam so convincingly, she decided her time was up. She didn’t just go back to Japan, Renee; she hung up her boots. We might never see her wrestle again, all because I bested her. Tam’s departure from EBWF left a spot open for a new challenger, and Mina seized that opportunity with both hands. She was impressive as hell at Last Survivor, and she deserves a title shot. And I can’t deny that I have seen an improvement in Mina. She’s stepped up, without a doubt. But instead of focusing on what’s going on “under the surface” with me… the question Mina should be asking herself is why she waited for me to oust Tam rather than doing it herself. Could it be that she’s afraid of the Final Boss? And if she’s afraid of Tam… is she really as confident as she claims to be about her chances of beating the woman who ended Tam’s career?
Leaving that question hanging in the air, Baker walked away as Warfare went to a commercial break.
When Warfare returned from the commercial break, the crowd buzzed with anticipation as Millie McKenzie made her way to the ring, receiving a warm ovation. Dressed in her classic red and black gear, the Suplex Queen exuded determination.
Mauro Ranallo: Millie McKenzie has made waves around the world with her no-nonsense style and world-class suplex arsenal. But tonight, she faces a storm named Jamie Hayter.
Nigel McGuinness: Hayter is mean, focused, and in the best shape of her career. She doesn’t just want to win — she wants to *hurt* people.
The energy in the arena turned electric as Jamie Hayter emerged next, sauntering through the curtain with calculated confidence. Her leather jacket, jet-black hair, and steely glare made it clear she was here for a fight. The bell rang and both women charged toward the center of the ring. McKenzie ducked an early lariat and immediately went for a waistlock, but Hayter countered with a hard back elbow and shoved her into the corner. Hayter landed the first big shot, a stiff forearm to the jaw, and followed with a hip toss into a knee strike that dropped McKenzie early.
Nigel McGuinness: Hayter mixes power and precision like few others. That knee was wicked.
McKenzie rolled out of the ring to reset, but Hayter followed her, ramming her into the apron and delivering a snap suplex on the floor.
Mauro Ranallo : MAMMA MIA! Hayter might’ve just rearranged McKenzie’s spine!
Back in the ring, Hayter stayed in control with clubbing blows, a delayed vertical suplex, and a sliding lariat for a two-count. But Millie wasn’t done. As Hayter went for a second lariat, McKenzie ducked and exploded with a release German suplex, flipping Hayter over like a sack of bricks. She stayed on the attack with a running European uppercut, a bridging northern lights suplex, and a snap dragon suplex that drew a huge pop from the crowd.
Mauro Ranallo: This is what Millie McKenzie does! Suplexes from every angle, with no warning!
Nigel McGuinness: That’s what makes her so dangerous. You blink, and you’re flying backwards.
McKenzie called for the corkscrew spear, but as she charged, Hayter countered with a brutal Ura Nage slam into the corner turnbuckles. The crowd winced on impact.
Nigel McGuinness: Oh my God! That’ll shatter your ribs and your rhythm!
Hayter didn’t waste time. She pulled McKenzie to her feet and hit a double underhook backbreaker, followed by a back suplex neckbreaker combo.
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McKenzie barely got the shoulder up, but Hayter remained stoic. She pulled off the elbow pad, signaling the end. Millie, dazed but defiant, slapped Hayter across the face and that was the last spark she had left. Hayter fired back with a ripcord forearm, then a running sliding lariat to the back of the head.
She dragged Millie up and hit the Hayterade!
Mauro Ranallo: Lights. Out.
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Hayter stood over McKenzie, her chest heaving with adrenaline, the referee raising her arm. She looked down at Millie with a nod of respect — but made it clear with her body language: she was done showing mercy.
Mauro Ranallo: A hard-hitting clinic between two UK-born warriors, but Jamie Hayter once again proves why she's climbing to the top of the EBWF women’s division.
Nigel McGuinness: She’s cold-blooded, calculated, and capable of beating anyone on any night. And tonight, Millie McKenzie learned that the hard way.
Hayter exited the ring without celebration — her eyes fixed on the stage as Warfare went to commercial.
The lights dimmed slightly as the crowd buzzed with anticipation.
Mauro Ranallo: He said nothing last week… but tonight, the champion speaks. Business is about to pick up!
Cult of Personality hit the speakers. The crowd erupted into cheers. CM Punk stormed out onto the stage, dressed in a black zip-up hoodie over a “Best in the World” T-shirt, jeans, and black boots. The EBWF World Championship was slung over his shoulder. He stood at the top of the ramp, soaking in the reaction. He looked from side to side, then hoisted the championship high into the air. The crowd roared even louder.
Crowd: CM PUNK! CM PUNK! CM PUNK!
Punk smirked and marched down the ramp with purpose. He entered the ring, paced briefly, and grabbed a microphone from ringside. With intention, he set the title down on the mat in front of him and raised the mic to his mouth.
CM Punk: Y’know, last week… I figured I'd let Adam Cole talk. Let the man have his big moment. New suit, fancy shoes, sunglasses indoors… he looked like he just left a failed audition for a boy band reunion. But that’s fine. He got his ten minutes. He said a lot of things. He made jokes about how I dress, called me a relic, said my title reign was mediocre, uninspired… all the usual recycled Internet-grade insults.
The crowd reacted with a mix of laughter and boos at Cole’s expense. Punk tilted his head slightly.
CM Punk: And I said nothing. Not a word. Just walked out, held this championship up, and watched you lose your mind, Adam. Because for all your suits and speeches, your victory at Last Survivor, your ‘unleashed era’ nonsense… deep down, you still know exactly what I know: you’re not me.
Crowd: YOU’RE NOT HIM!
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Crowd: YOU’RE NOT HIM!
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Punk let that chant grow and then grinned as he continued.
CM Punk: You want style? I’ll give you substance. You want flash? I’ll give you fire. And at Fallout, I’m not walking in to defend a title, I’m walking in to defend a legacy!
He lifted the belt off the mat and slung it back over his shoulder with pride.
CM Punk: You called this reign uninspired? In my career I’ve defended this championship against hall-of-famers, monsters, and every other new flavor this company’s thrown my way. You… walked into Last Survivor with one mission: survive. And you did. I give you credit for that. But surviving isn't the same as conquering. And Adam, you're walking into Fallout thinking you’ve already won.
Mauro Ranallo: That might be the most dangerous mistake Adam Cole could make.
CM Punk: You said you’re going to obliterate me. Obliterate me.
He repeated it mockingly.
CM Punk: Kid, I’ve bled in rings you’ve only seen on YouTube. I’ve fought wars you don’t have the scar tissue to understand. You think you’re going to end me with a catchphrase and a nice pair of slacks? I’ve been through hell and I came back wearing the world title.
The crowd roared with approval as Punk’s voice grew sharper, more direct.
CM Punk: At Fallout, you’re going to learn what so many before you have already found out the hard way. It’s easy to talk tough from the back. It’s easy to run your mouth when you’re wearing a mic and not a target. But when that bell rings? When the lights are on, and the smoke clears, and you're across the ring from the man whose name still moves mountains in this business you’re gonna find out why I am, have always been, and will always be the Best in the World.
Punk stepped to the ropes, leaned over them, and stared directly into the hard camera.
CM Punk: Dress it up however you want, Adam. Your era doesn’t begin at Fallout. It ends there… before it ever starts.
With that, Punk let the mic fall to the canvas with a satisfying thud. “Cult of Personality” blasted again as he hoisted the EBWF World Championship into the air. The crowd’s chants shook the arena as Punk stood defiant in the center of the ring.
Nigel McGuinness: Punk brought the heat tonight, Mauro — that was raw, that was real, and that was personal.
Mauro Ranallo: And it was a warning shot fired straight at Adam Cole’s head. Fallout just got even more combustible!
The camera lingered on Punk’s intense expression as he held the title overhead. The screen faded to black as Warfare went off the air.
