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30-Women Rumble Matchup For The Vacant EAM Womens Championship
Wendy Choo Vs Nikkita Lyons Vs Kamille Vs Kris Statlander Vs Tessa Blanchard Vs Deonna Purrazzo
Vs Charlotte Flair Vs Natalya Neidhart Vs Raquel Rodriguez Vs Stephanie Vaquer Vs Taya Valkyrie Vs Candice LeRae Vs Roxanne Perez Vs Chelsea Green Vs Skye Blue Vs Julia Hart Vs Arianna Grace Vs Lita Vs Trish Stratus Vs Tiffany Stratton Vs Alexa Bliss Vs Beth Phoenix Vs Jillian Hall Vs Kenzie Paige Vs Maria Kanellis Vs Melina Perez, Vs Shotzi Blackhart Vs Kiera Hogan Vs Ronda Rousey Vs Quinn McKay
Singles Matchup
20 Years In The Making!
Shawn Michaels Vs Shawn Spears
The atmosphere inside the stadium for Grandslam 18 was electric, a kinetic hum that felt like static on the skin. When the opening notes of "Sexy Boy" hit, the 80,000 in attendance erupted, but the man walking down the ramp wasn't the grinning showman of the nineties. This was a grim, focused Shawn Michaels, the legend forced out of retirement by a ghost from his past. Across from him stood Shawn Spears—the "Perfect 10" turned "Chairman," a man fueled by two decades of fermented resentment. The screen flickered with the black-and-white footage from 2006: a young, wide-eyed Spears (then Stan) catching a random, backstage Superkick simply because Michaels was having a bad day. For Michaels, it was a Tuesday. For Spears, it was the moment his soul curdled.
The bell rang, and the disparity in their energy was immediate. Spears didn't want a wrestling match; he wanted a public execution. He lunged across the ring, raining down closed fists, screaming, "I was just standing there!" Michaels, showing the ring rust of a man who had been away, was tossed into the turnbuckles with violent force. Spears utilized his "Chairman" persona early, sliding out of the ring to grab a steel chair—the very weapon he had used to haunt HBK for the past calendar year. He stalked Michaels, mocking the "tuning up the band" motion, but as he swung, the veteran instincts of the "Heartbreak Kid" kicked in. Michaels ducked, and Spears’ chair wrapped around the ring post with a deafening clang.
The match shifted into a grueling clinic of psychological warfare. Michaels began to find his rhythm, his chops echoing like gunshots against Spears' chest. Every time HBK built momentum, Spears would target the back and neck, specifically the areas that had nearly ended Michaels' career years ago. The story was clear: Spears wanted to take away the very thing Michaels had "stolen" from him—a future. Spears locked in a Sharpshooter in the center of the ring, a blatant taunt to Michaels’ history in Montreal. The crowd roared as Shawn clawed toward the ropes, his face a mask of agony, finally catching the bottom strand.
The climax began when the action spilled to the outside. Spears cleared the announce table, looking to end the legend once and for all. He hoisted Michaels up for the C4, but HBK countered, sliding down his back and pushing Spears into the steel steps. With the crowd reaching a fever pitch, Michaels ascended the turnbuckle. For a moment, the years fell away. He soared through the night sky, driving his elbow into Spears’ chest through the announce table.
Both men crawled back into the ring at the count of nine. They traded strikes from their knees, a bloody exchange of "I’m sorry" and "I hate you." Spears finally caught Michaels with a devastating Superkick of his own—a poetic irony that nearly sealed the deal. Michaels kicked out at 2.9, sending the stadium into a frenzy. Spears, desperate and trembling, went for one more chair shot, but the referee was knocked aside in the chaos. Spears turned around, looking to finish it, but Michaels was already "tuning up the band."
The rhythm was unmistakable. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. As Spears swung the chair, Michaels leaned back, the chair whistling over his head, and connected with a thunderous Sweet Chin Music. Spears didn't just fall; he went limp. Michaels draped a weary arm over his nemesis, the referee counting the three. The twenty-year grudge was settled, not with a chair, but with the very move that started it all.
Winner: Shawn Michaels
The music faded. The bright stadium lights seemed to dim, focusing solely on the ring where Shawn Spears lay battered, staring at the rafters with glazed eyes. Michaels didn't celebrate. He grabbed a microphone, his chest heaving, blood trickling from a cut above his eyebrow. He walked over and sat cross-legged next to Spears’ head, much like a mentor would to a student.
"Look at me, Shawn," Michaels rasped, his voice cracking with emotion. "For twenty years, you carried that kick like a cross. You let one moment of my arrogance define your entire existence. You became a monster just so I’d remember your name. Well, look around... everyone knows your name now. But here’s the truth you didn't want to hear: I didn't kick 'Stan' because I hated him. I kicked him because I didn't care. But after tonight? I’ll never forget you. You’re world-class. Now, let the hate go, before it's the only thing left of you."
Michaels dropped the mic, patted Spears’ shoulder once, and left the ring in silence.
Tag Team Matchup
Randy Orton & Jon Moxley Vs Hafthor & Eddie Hall
The visual was jarring. Jon Moxley, a man who thrives on violence, and Randy Orton, the "Apex Predator," looked like mere mortals standing across from the two strongest men in history. As the bell rang, the "World’s Strongest Rivalry" of Hafthor and Eddie Hall transitioned into a unified front of pure, unadulterated destruction.
The opening minutes were a display of terrifying strength. Eddie Hall caught a leaping Moxley mid-air, not for a slam, but simply to bench-press him three times before launching him into the turnbuckle like a lawn dart. When Orton tagged in, hoping to use his surgical precision, Hafthor simply walked through a European Uppercut as if it were a breeze. The giants then took the fight to the floor, and the "trash" phase began. Hafthor gripped Moxley by the belt and the scruff of his neck, military-pressing him over the barricade into the fifth row. Simultaneously, Eddie Hall used Orton as a human battering ram, swinging him into the steel ring post with enough force to dent the metal.
However, the veterans survived. Moxley crawled back, bleeding but grinning, and Orton’s cold, calculated eyes never left the giants. The momentum shifted when the "Tacticians" used the giants' momentum against them. As Eddie charged, Moxley pulled the top rope down, sending the Beast tumbling to the outside. Inside, Orton struck Hafthor’s knee with a dropkick, bringing the mountain down to one level.
The chemistry between Orton and Moxley was surprisingly seamless. In a breathtaking sequence, Moxley hit a Paradigm Shift on Eddie Hall, and as the giant staggered backward, Orton soared out of nowhere with an RKO that shook the very foundation of the ring. The stadium nearly collapsed from the noise. It looked like the upset of the century was imminent as Orton hovered over Eddie for the pin.
But Hafthor was the equalizer. He didn't just break the pin; he snatched Orton off the mat with one hand. Moxley jumped on Thor’s back, locking in a sleeper, but the Icelander simply backed into the corner, crushing Moxley beneath his 350-pound frame. Eddie Hall, recovering with terrifying speed, leveled Orton with a "World’s Strongest Punch" that sounded like a car crash.
The finish was a masterpiece of power. With Moxley dazed, Eddie and Hafthor stood on opposite sides of Orton. They hoisted Orton up for a coordinated Double Powerbomb, but instead of the mat, they drove him with soul-crushing force directly onto his own tag team partner. With both legends stacked in a heap of broken limbs, the two giants knelt over them, pinning both men simultaneously to claim a dominant, historic victory.
Winners: Haftor and Eddie Hall
The area surrounding the ring looked like a disaster zone. The heavy-duty steel barricades were twisted and buckled where Moxley had been launched. One of the announce tables was reduced to splinters and tangled wires, while the ring steps—objects weighing over 200 pounds—had been tossed twenty feet from their original position like discarded toys. Dark red smears marked the concrete where the giants had dragged the veterans. It wasn't just a wrestling ringside anymore; it was a demolition site, littered with broken wood, shattered monitors, and the lingering aura of absolute physical dominance.
Open Challenge For The EAM World Heavyweight Championship
MJF (c) Vs ?????
EAM Mixed Tag Team Championships Matchup
Seth Rollins & Becky Lynch (c) Vs Cm Punk & AJ Lee
3-On-3 Tag Team Matchup
Eli Drake, Orange Cassidy & Logan Paul Vs Rex Steiner, Scott Steiner & Rick Steiner
EAM Television Championship Matchup
Benoit's Career Is On The Line!
Hook (c) Vs David Benoit
Open Challenge For The EAM Womens Tag Team Championships
Piper Niven & Nia Jax (c) Vs ?????
Singles Matchup
Kenny Omega Vs The Invisible Man
eXpand Showcase Matchup
Participants to be announced.....
Carnival Of Chaos Matchup
Danhausen Vs Prince Devitt
EAM Intercontinental Championship Matchup
Colt Cabana (c) Vs " The Home Town Man " Cody Deaner
Singles Matchup
Ava Raine w/The Rock Vs Noelle Foley w/Mick Foley
Singles Matchup
First Time Ever!
Johnny Gargano Vs Will Ospreay
8-Man Tag Team Matchup For The EAM Tag Team Championships
Lucha Bros (c) Vs Young Bucks Vs Hardy Boyz Vs TBA
EAM Primetime Bitch Championships Matchup
Jade Cargill (c) Vs Lash Legend
Ornate Prime Championship Matchup
Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli (c) Vs WALTER
Singles Matchup
Double Retirement Matchup!
John Cena Vs AJ Styles
