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Card
Loser Leaves Town Matchup
Skye Blue Vs Cora Jade
In a high-stakes Loser Leaves Town match, the atmosphere was electric as Chicago’s own Skye Blue faced off against the "Generation of Jade," Cora Jade. With both competitors' careers in the promotion hanging by a thread, the intensity was palpable from the opening bell.
Cora Jade took early control, utilizing her aggressive "Mean Girl" tactics and a series of devastating strikes. She mocked the crowd while grounding Skye with a tight sleeper hold, looking to end the match quickly. However, the resilient Skye Blue found her second wind, fueled by the desperation of the stipulation. She countered a DDT into a snapping neckbreaker, shifting the momentum in her favor.
The climax came when Cora attempted to use her signature kendo stick while the referee was distracted. Skye ducked the swing, delivered a superkick that sent the weapon flying, and immediately transitioned into the Skyefall. The referee counted to three as the arena erupted.
Skye Blue stood tall, her career intact, while a devastated Cora Jade was forced to leave the building. It was a career-defining victory for Skye, proving she has the grit to survive the ultimate pressure.
Winner by pinfall Skye Blue
EAM Women's Tag Team Championships Matchup
Piper Niven & Nia Jax (c) Vs Charlotte Flair & Natalya Neidhart
The atmosphere is electric as the powerhouse champions, Piper Niven and Nia Jax, defend their titles against the legendary duo of Charlotte Flair and Natalya.
The match begins with a test of strength between Nia and Charlotte. The Queen uses her agility to dodge Nia’s titan-like strikes, landing a sharp Natural Selection early on, but Nia brushes it off with a devastating headbutt. Natalya tags in, locking Piper Niven in a crisp Sharpshooter that brings the crowd to their feet. Piper screams in pain, crawling toward the ropes until Nia breaks the hold with a thunderous leg drop.
The turning point occurs when Charlotte hits a spectacular Moonsault from the top turnbuckle onto both champions on the outside. She rolls Nia back into the ring and applies the Figure-Eight Leglock. Nia is seconds away from tapping out, her shoulders pinned to the mat for a count of two and a half. Just as the referee’s hand descends for the three, Piper Niven dives into the ring, breaking the pin at the last possible millisecond with a heavy crossbody.
Realizing they are losing momentum against the veterans, the champions decide to take the "easy" way out. After Nia floors Natalya with a Samoan Drop, she and Piper exchange a look. Instead of going for the cover, they simply roll out of the ring.
Ignoring the referee’s count, they grab their title belts and begin walking up the ramp. The bell rings—Double Count-Out. Piper and Nia retain their championships on a technicality, smirking as they head for the curtain.
Winner by double-count out Charlotte Flair and Natalya neidhart, but Still EAM Woman's tag team champions Piper Niven and Nia Jax
Furious, Charlotte and Natalya don't wait for a celebration. They sprint up the ramp, tackling the champions into the LED boards. The brawl spills into the Gorilla Position, with crates being overturned and equipment smashed. Security and officials swarm the scene, desperately trying to pull the four women apart as Charlotte screams for a rematch.
Lumberjack Lookout Matchup for The EAM Television Championship
EAM Security & Officials are the Lumberjacks.
WALTER (c) Vs Rex Steiner
The atmosphere inside the arena is stifling as the EAM Television Championship hangs in the balance. In a unique twist for this Lumberjack Lookout Matchup, the ring is surrounded not by wrestlers, but by the stern, uniform-clad EAM Security and Officials. Their presence ensures that this personal grudge stays inside the ropes—or that anyone who falls out is thrown back in with clinical efficiency.
The bell rings, and the violence is immediate. WALTER, the reigning EAM Television Champion, meets the explosive Rex Steiner in the center of the ring. Steiner attempts to use his collegiate wrestling pedigree to drive WALTER down, but the champion is a mountain of granite. A thunderous knife-edge chop from WALTER echoes through the rafters, turning Steiner’s chest a deep crimson within minutes.
When Steiner is knocked to the outside, the Lumberjacks don't hesitate. Security personnel aggressively shove him back into the ring, where WALTER is waiting with a devastating Big Boot. However, Steiner’s intensity is unmatched. Catching WALTER off-guard, Steiner hits a Steiner-line that actually rocks the Ring General. He follows up with a breathtaking overhead belly-to-belly suplex, proving he has the freakish strength to handle the champion.
The momentum shifts violently. Steiner, fueled by a burst of adrenaline, catches WALTER with a massive cactus clothesline, sending both men tumbling over the top rope and onto the concrete.
The EAM Security and Officials immediately swarm. While they gently assist Steiner toward the apron, five security guards surround the Champion, attempting to force him back into the squared circle. It’s a tactical mistake.
WALTER’s face contorts with rage. As the first guard reaches for his shoulder, WALTER levels him with a vicious backhand chop that sends the man collapsing into the barricade. Two more officials grab WALTER’s arms; the Champion let's out a guttural roar, shaking them off like insects before clashing their heads together with a sickening thud.
A fourth guard tries to intervene with a nightstick held low, but WALTER catches him mid-stride with a Big Boot that lifts the man off his feet. The fifth and final guard—the head of EAM Security—steps up to show authority, only to be scooped up and Powerbombed onto the apron by the Ring General.
With a pile of broken officials at his feet, WALTER stares down the remaining Lumberjacks, who wisely back away. He rolls back into the ring, but as soon as he get Walter get back into the ring, Rex takes the opportunity to make a double jump kick, and sends Walter over the rope, and back onto the lumberjacks. they go to work on Walter yet again.
The chaos peaks when WALTER tries to retreat. The Officials block his path, and a frustrated WALTER begins leveling security guards with short-arm clotheslines. Seizing the distraction, Steiner hits a Frankensteiner off the top rope! He covers, but WALTER kicks out at 2.9.
In the closing moments, Steiner goes for his signature Powerslam, but his back gives out from the earlier punishment. WALTER capitalizes with a brutal Powerbomb, followed instantly by a Rear Naked Choke. Steiner fights, but with the Lumberjacks guarding every exit, there is no escape. Steiner passes out, and the referee calls for the bell.
Winner and Still EAM Television Champion: WALTER
EAM Intergender Tag Team Championships Matchup
Seth Rollins & Becky Lynch (c) Vs Randy Orton & Alexa Bliss
The atmosphere is electric as the Intergender Tag Team Championships are on the line. The "Power Couple," Seth "Freakin" Rollins and Becky Lynch, defend their titles against the chaotic duo of Randy Orton and Alexa Bliss.
The match begins with a technical showcase between Rollins and Orton, but the professional veneer quickly cracks. Outside the ring, Becky Lynch gains the upper hand on Bliss with a series of Bexploders against the barricade. However, the momentum shifts when Orton catches Rollins mid-air with a devastating RKO on the floor.
As Rollins lays stunned, Bliss seizes her moment. While the referee is distracted by Orton clearing the ringside area, Alexa grabs a steel chair from under the ring. With a wicked smile, she delivers a vicious chair shot across the back of Becky Lynch. "The Man" collapses in pain, leaving Rollins isolated.
Orton looks to end it by dragging Seth toward the broadcast area. He sets Rollins up for an RKO through the table, but Seth’s instincts kick in. Rollins slips behind, shoved Orton into the ring post, and then delivers a superkick that dazes the "Viper."
With a roar from the crowd, Rollins lifts Orton onto his shoulders and executes a thunderous Powerbomb through the announce table. The wood splinters, and Orton is effectively removed from the equation, buried under the wreckage.
Seeing her partner neutralized, Bliss tries to retreat, but she turns right into the path of a recovered Rollins. There is no hesitation in Seth’s eyes—the "Visionary" has gone cold.
Lynch holds Bliss in place momentarily before Rollins signals for the end. As Bliss struggles to her feet, Rollins hits the ropes for maximum velocity. He leaps high and drives his boot into the back of Alexa’s head with a brutal, high-impact Stomp.
The impact is sickeningly effective. Rollins drops into the cover, hooking the leg as the referee counts:
One... Two... Three.
The bell rings, and the champions retain. Rollins stands over a fallen Bliss, clutching his title and helping a bruised Becky Lynch to her feet, their dominance over the EAM intergender division cemented in violence.
Winner and still EAM Intergender team champions Seth Rollins and becky Lynch
Seth Rollins pulls Becky Lynch into a celebratory embrace in the center of the ring. Fireworks go off on the stage as their music fades.]
[Both are handed microphones. Becky wipes sweat from her brow, soaking in the moment. Seth looks almost emotional.]
Seth Rollins (voice raised over the crowd):
“CHICAGO… you just witnessed history.”
[Mixed reaction—cheers and boos.]
Seth Rollins:
“On the biggest stage, under the brightest lights, when the pressure was at its absolute peak—we proved why this industry revolves around us.”
[Seth gestures to Becky.]
Seth Rollins:
“This woman right here isn’t just ‘The Man.’ She’s the backbone of this entire sport. And me? I am the standard. I am the workhorse. I am—”
Becky Lynch (stepping forward, cutting Seth off):
“And don’t get it twisted, Chicago. This wasn’t about stealing a spotlight—this was about earning it. Every doubt, every whisper, every so-called ‘dream match’—we shut it all down tonight.”
[Becky smirks, raising the mic again.]
Becky Lynch:
“So if there’s anyone in the back thinkin’—”
[STATIC. MUSIC HITS MID-SENTENCE.]
CM PUNK’S MUSIC HITS.
[The arena ERUPTS. A thunderous Chicago ovation shakes the building as CM Punk steps onto the stage. He pauses, soaking it in, eyes locked on the ring.]
CM Punk (raising a hand, cutting off the cheers):
“Becky… hold on.”
[Crowd quiets slightly.]
CM Punk (firm, not disrespectful—but dismissive):
“This isn’t your fight.”
[Becky narrows her eyes, clearly not amused.]
CM Punk:
“Yet.”
[Crowd “OOOH!”]
CM Punk (turning his attention to Seth):
“Seth Rollins. Standing in the middle of my city, celebrating like you just conquered the world.”
[Punk starts walking down the ramp.]
CM Punk:
“I gotta admit—it’s impressive. You’ve mastered the art of noise. Big entrances. Big outfits. Bigger ego.”
Seth Rollins (grinning sarcastically):
“And you’ve mastered the art of showing up when it’s convenient.”
[Boos rain down.]
CM Punk (chuckles):
“See, that’s cute. You think this is about timing? This is about truth. And the truth is—you’ve been calling yourself the best wrestler in the world while avoiding the one guy who actually lived up to it.”
[Crowd chants “CM PUNK!” again.]
Seth Rollins (steps forward):
“No, Punk. The truth is, while you were gone—I carried this place. While you were running your mouth on podcasts, I was main-eventing.”
CM Punk:
“And yet here I am… and suddenly you’re real defensive.”
[Becky steps beside Seth, glaring at Punk.]
Becky Lynch:
“You don’t get to walk in here and talk down to my husband like—”
CM Punk (cuts her off, raising a finger):
“I said yet, Becky.”
[Crowd gasps. Becky clenches her jaw but stays silent.]
CM Punk:
“This? This is between me and the man pretending he replaced me.”
[Before Seth can respond—]
AJ STYLES’ MUSIC HITS.
[Huge pop as AJ Styles walks out, nodding, calm but intense, microphone already in hand.]
AJ Styles:
“You know, it’s funny listening to this.”
[AJ looks between Punk and Rollins.]
AJ Styles:
“One of you thinks the world owes him something. The other thinks he is the world.”
[AJ slowly walks toward the ring.]
AJ Styles:
“And neither of you bothered to mention the guy who’s been phenomenal no matter who was on top… no matter who left… no matter who came back.”
Seth Rollins:
“Oh please. You want a medal for longevity?”
CM Punk:
“At least he never needed a costume change to stay relevant.”
AJ Styles (smirks):
“You can take shots all you want. But deep down, you both know why this bothers you.”
[AJ steps onto the apron.]
AJ Styles:
“Because if we’re really talking about the best… eventually, you have to prove it.”
Music then again cranks the areana speakers, and this errupts into the single biggest pop of the night so far. Out on the stage walks a legend that doesn't need any further introduction in EAM. The Hall Of Famer; Colt Cabana!!!
It takes a while before the noise settles and Colt is able to speak.
Colt Cabana:
“Alright, alright, I am out here tonight as a representative of EAM's board of Directors, and before this turns into a fight the promotion has to pay for, I’ve got an official announcement.”
[Colt pauses as the crowd quiets.]
Colt Cabana:
“After what we’ve just seen—and heard—the powers that be have decided this can’t be settled with words. and as someone who’s seen every generation come through these doors—I can tell you one thing.”
[He turns serious.]
Colt Cabana:
“This ring doesn’t care about ego. It doesn’t care about reputation. It only cares about results.”
[Colt points toward the ring.]
Colt Cabana:
“And after hearing all three of you stake your claim… the decision was easy.”
[Crowd leans in.]
Colt Cabana:
“At Supersplash, it will be Seth Rollins vs. CM Punk vs. AJ Styles in a Triple Threat Match!!”
[The building ERUPTS.]
Colt Cabana:
“No politics. No excuses. One fall. One winner! "
We cut to commercials with this announcement.....
The commercial is a promo for the upcoming Supersplash PPV, which marks the biggest show of the summer, and this year, EAM Promotions are inviting two other New York based promotions to the show with them, as House of Glory and Major League Wrestling will be represented with various talents...
[The screen cuts to static. The camera snaps into focus.]
[Danhausen stands in front of a dark backdrop, arms folded, clearly annoyed.]
Danhausen:
“Hello. Yes. Danhausen has a problem.”
[He tilts his head.]
Danhausen:
“There is a man in House of Glory who calls himself ‘The Root of All Evil.’ His name is Charles Mason.”
[Danhausen shakes his head slowly.]
Danhausen:
“This is false advertising.”
[Beat.]
Danhausen:
“Danhausen is very evil. Certified. Documented. Face paint. Curses. The whole thing.”
[He points directly at the camera.]
Danhausen:
“So Charles Mason… you holding the House of Glory Heavyweight Championship while claiming to be the root of all evil?”
[Danhausen squints.]
Danhausen:
“Danhausen does not like this.”
[He leans in closer.]
Danhausen:
“Therefore, Danhausen is challenging you for your championship. Not just for gold. But for accuracy.”
[Small nod.]
Danhausen:
“If Danhausen wins, Danhausen becomes champion… and you must find a new nickname. Perhaps ‘The Root of Mild Inconvenience.’”
[Pause. Wide-eyed stare.]
Danhausen:
“Bring the title. Bring your evil.”
[He smiles slightly.]
Danhausen:
“Danhausen will bring curses.....and a jar of teeth”
[Screen cuts to black.]
tanding over the fallen bodies of Orton and Bliss, Seth Rollins grabs a microphone, his chest heaving. "We told you what happens when you come for the throne!" he screams, his manic laugh echoing through the arena.
Becky Lynch, clutching her bruised ribs from the chair shot, leans into the mic with a cold stare. "Alexa, you brought a chair to a fight with The Man. Randy, you’re buried in the rubble. We aren't just the champions; we are the standard."
Rollins smirks, adjusting his flamboyant gear. "The Viper is defanged, the Goddess is grounded, and we? We are forever.
Chicago Street Fight
Angelo Dawkins Vs Montez Ford
The match spilled into the Windy City crowd almost immediately. Ford, the human highlight reel, used his speed to launch a spectacular crossbody off a barricade, but Dawkins caught him mid-air, driving him into a ring post with a sickening thud.
As the fight transitioned back to ringside, the "Street Fight" stipulation truly earned its name. Ford, fueled by pure adrenaline, emptied a bag of steel chains onto the canvas, but Dawkins was a step ahead. He swung a kendo stick with home-run force, shattering the wood across Ford’s ribs.
The brutality shifted to the entrance ramp, where Dawkins used his massive frame to spear Ford through a section of the LED barricade. Amidst the sparks and debris, Ford managed to spray a fire extinguisher into Dawkins' face, briefly blinding the powerhouse. However, Dawkins’ instinct took over; he countered a swinging DDT by tossing Ford like a lawn dart into a stack of production crates, asserting his physical dominance before heading back toward the ring.
In the center of the ring, a table was propped in the corner. Ford attempted his signature From the Heavens splash, but Dawkins knocked the ropes, causing Ford to crash onto the turnbuckle. Seizing the opening, Dawkins unleashed a series of heavy-handed strikes that echoed through the arena.
Ford tried to fight back with a desperate enzuigiri, but as he ran the ropes for a follow-up, Dawkins intercepted him with a massive spinebuster through a propped-up ladder. The impact was deafening.
Dawkins’ face was a mask of grim determination as he surveyed the wreckage. With Ford draped over a bridge of chairs, Dawkins scaled the ropes—a rare sight for the powerhouse. He didn't just execute a move; he delivered a senton atomico that crushed the metal beneath them. Ford gasped for air, his resistance finally broken. Dawkins rolled him over, hooked the leg tight, and stared directly into the camera as the final three-count echoed.
Bloodied and exhausted, Ford struggled to find his feet. Dawkins, showing a rare, cold intensity, didn't hesitate. He hoisted Ford up for a thunderous Sky High onto a pile of steel chairs. The referee’s count hit three, marking a career-defining singles victory for Dawkins in one of the most brutal matches in Chicago history.
Winner by pinfall Angelo Dawkins
EAM Intercontinental Championship Matchup
Eli Drake (c) Vs Kenny Omega
The arena buzzed with a clash of ideologies as the EAM Intercontinental Championship was defended. Eli Drake, the quintessential "talk the talk" champion, defended his gold against the "Best Bout Machine," Kenny Omega.
From the opening bell, the contrast was stark. Drake used his size and veteran savvy to ground Omega, slowing the pace with heavy lariats and a methodical chinlock. "Let me talk to ya!" he shouted at the front row, but the arrogance nearly cost him. Omega exploded with a snap dragon suplex that bridged into a near fall, shifting the momentum in a heartbeat.
Omega looked for the V-Trigger, but Drake caught the knee, transitioning into a crushing powerslam. Drake went for the Blunt Force Trauma (BFT), but Omega flipped out, landing on his feet and immediately connecting with a stiff V-Trigger that sent Drake’s headband flying into the third row.
Omega ascended the turnbuckle for a Phoenix Splash, but Drake—showing his desperate will to remain champion—scrambled to his feet and crotched Omega on the top rope. They traded forearm shivers that echoed throughout the hall, each strike more desperate than the last.
In a final, chaotic scramble, Omega hooked Drake for the One-Winged Angel. Drake raked the eyes—unseen by the referee—and slipped behind. He shoved Omega into the corner and, as Kenny recoiled, Drake nailed the BFT. The impact was definitive. 1... 2... 3. Drake clutched his title, battered but still the champion.
Winner by Pinfall and still EAM Intercontinental champion Eli Drake
Primetime Bitch Championship Matchup
If Bozilla fail to win, she will not get a contract
Jade Cargill (c) Vs Bozilla
The atmosphere is electric as the powerhouse Bozilla challenges Jade Cargill for the Primetime Bitch Championship. With a "win or no contract" stipulation hanging over her head, Bozilla fights with a desperate ferocity.
The match is a collision of titans. Cargill uses her veteran poise to stifle Bozilla’s raw power, catching her with a devastating pump kick that sends the challenger reeling. However, Bozilla counters with a thunderous spinebuster, nearly securing the three-count. The action quickly spills to the outside, where the referee’s count becomes an afterthought.
Bozilla spears Jade through the barricade, a chaotic impact that leaves both women buried under debris. The referee reaches the count of ten, signaling a double count-out.
As the bell rings, the arena falls into a confused hush. Technically, Bozilla did not win the match, which per the stipulation, means she fails to secure her contract. However, because it was a draw, she didn't "lose" either.
Jade Cargill clutches her title, retaining on a technicality.
Bozilla stands among the wreckage, looking at the entrance ramp in silence.
The Commentary Team argues: Does a draw count as a failure, or does her performance earn her a second chance?
Ambulance Matchup
Jon Moxley Vs Bubbah Ray Dudley
The sirens wail as the ambulance sits parked at the top of the ramp, its back doors flung wide like the jaws of a beast. This isn't a wrestling match; it’s a public execution between two of the most sadistic brawlers to ever lace up boots.
From the opening bell, the ring is abandoned for the concrete floor. Jon Moxley wastes no time, driving a jagged piece of a broken wooden crate into Bubba Ray Dudley’s forehead. Bubba doesn't just bleed; he leaks, a crimson mask instantly painting his face. Not to be outdone, Bubba retaliates by swinging a heavy steel chain, catching Moxley across the bridge of the nose. By the five-minute mark, both men are drenched, their white athletic tape stained a deep, visceral maroon.
The carnage reaches a fever pitch near the announcer's table. Bubba Ray, sensing Moxley’s momentum, retrieves a kendo stick wrapped in thin razor wire. He lashes out, opening a jagged gash across Moxley’s back that sprays the front row. Moxley, fueled by the sight of his own blood, laughs hysterically. He counters by suplexing Bubba through a stack of fluorescent light tubes leaned against the barricade. The explosion of glass and white dust mingles with the thickening gore on the floor.
They trade "bionic elbows" while slipping in the growing puddles of crimson, neither man willing to yield an inch of the concrete floor. Moxley grabs a bag of thumbtacks, scattering them across the ambulance's bumper, but Bubba slams Moxley’s head into the steel door, the impact sounding like a gunshot. The physical toll is immense; every breath they take is a ragged gasp, and every movement leaves a smear of red on the arena floor.
The fight migrates toward the staging area, a trail of blood marking their path. They scale the scaffolding, trading heavy, sluggish blows that echo through the arena. High atop the Titantron, the world holds its breath. Bubba, fueled by a vintage ECW adrenaline rush, grabs Moxley by the throat. He looks down at the ambulance parked thirty feet below.
"I’m taking you to hell, Mox!" Bubba screams, his teeth stained red.
With a primal roar, Bubba leaps. He becomes a guided missile of flesh and bone, hurtling toward Moxley, who is sprawled on the roof of the vehicle. But at the absolute last microsecond, Moxley rolls.
The sound is sickening—a hollow thud of human impact against cold steel. Bubba crashes through the roof of the ambulance, his body disappearing into the wreckage. Moxley, staggering and barely able to see through the blood stinging his eyes, crawls to the edge. He looks down at the crumpled Dudley, then produces a final, barbed-wire-wrapped chair from behind the siren lights.
Moxley drops into the back of the rig, delivers one final, defiant Paradigm Shift onto the floor of the ambulance, and kicks Bubba’s limp body further inside. He slams the heavy doors shut and locks the latch. The lights flash, the tires screech, and the ambulance departs—carrying a broken Bubba Ray away while Moxley stands alone, covered in their shared blood.
Winner Jon Moxley
EAM Tag Team Championships Matchup
Kings of Wrestling (Triple C & Chris Hero) Vs AJ Styles & Logan Paul
The EAM Tag Team Championships are on the line in a clash of styles that pits the pure technical dominance of the Kings of Wrestling against the high-octane tandem of AJ Styles and Logan Paul.
The match erupts immediately as Chris Hero and Claudio Castagnoli use their size advantage to corner Logan Paul. However, Logan proves his athleticism, backflipping over a double-boot attempt and tagging in the "Phenomenal One." Styles enters like a house on fire, clearing the ring with a series of dropkicks and a spectacular sliding forearm to Hero.
The technical bout quickly dissolves into chaos as weapons are introduced. Castagnoli retrieves a heavy steel chair, but Styles stops him mid-swing with a Pelé Kick, sending the steel crashing into Claudio's own face. Outside the ring, Logan Paul grabs a kendo stick, unleashing a flurry of strikes on Chris Hero’s ribs. The crack of the wood echoes through the arena, leaving welts across Hero’s torso.
the intensity reaches a boiling point when Castagnoli showcases his freakish strength, catching a diving Logan Paul mid-air and transition into a Giant Swing that lasts fifteen rotations, sending Logan’s head spinning.
As Logan staggers, Hero enters to execute a big boot/senton combination. Styles breaks the pin by cracking a kendo stick over Hero’s spine, but Claudio quickly intercepts AJ, hoisting him up for a European Uppercut that nearly turns the Phenomenal One inside out. The ring becomes a debris-strewn battlefield of splintered wood and dented steel, with all four men gasping for air as the pace refuses to slow.
The turning point comes when Claudio sets up a table on the floor, intending to powerbomb Logan. AJ Styles makes the save, springboard-leaping from the top rope to catch Claudio with a Phenomenal Forearm that sends the big man reeling. With a burst of strength, AJ hooks Claudio and executes a staggering Styles Clash through the table, splintering the wood and taking "Triple C" out of the equation.
Inside the ring, Logan Paul sees his opening. He ascends the turnbuckle for a Frog Splash, but the veteran Chris Hero is playing possum. As Logan takes flight, Hero rolls out of the way and recovers instantly. Logan crashes hard into the canvas. Before the "Maverick" can scramble to his feet, Hero catches him with a sickening Rolling Elbow to the back of the head.
Hero isn't finished; he pulls Logan up and nails a second Cravate Countdown, spiking him into the mat. Hero hooks the leg, staring dead into the camera as the referee counts the three. The Kings of Wrestling retain, standing tall over a broken Logan Paul while AJ Styles looks on from the wreckage of the table.
Winners and still EAM Tag Team Champions Kings of wrestling
No Holds Barred Matchup
O'Shea's Retirement Matchup
Douglas O'Shea Vs " The Butcher " Damian Blade
