EAM Promotions - Season 17

[Smartmark]

Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York


Generl Manager Randy Orton sits at his desk, a stack of papers in front of him. The office is quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of paper. Orton’s pen scratches across a form, his face focused. He looks up, and the door swings open. Standing there, almost in unison, are Diamond Dallas Page and John Laurinaitis. Orton leans back in his chair, arching an eyebrow.*

**Randy Orton:** (calm, measured)
“Well… if it isn’t the two men who tried to make a name for themselves with someone else’s move.”

*DDP smirks, stepping slightly forward.*

**Diamond Dallas Page:**
“Randy, we need to talk. About what happened at Cutting The ACE. You… you hijacked the moment. You stole the spotlight—again.”

**John Laurinaitis:** (nodding)
“Yeah, Orton. We went out there to prove who had the better Diamond Cutter. And then you just… showed up, like some… predator, ready to strike. Not cool.”

*Orton tilts his head, leaning on the desk, a slow, calculating smile creeping across his face.*

**Randy Orton:**
“Not cool? Oh, I see… so this is about *cool*. Let me clarify something for you both. I don’t show up to be *cool*. I show up to be *Randy Orton*. The moment, the match, the finish… it doesn’t matter. When I decide to strike, I own it. That’s just the way this works.”

*DDP crosses his arms, clearly frustrated.*

**Diamond Dallas Page:**
“We don’t care who owns it, Orton. We want a rematch. You, me, and Laurinaitis. Let’s settle this once and for all. No distractions, no interference, no… random RKO’s.”

*Orton chuckles, standing and walking slowly around his desk, circling them like a predator.*

**Randy Orton:**
“You want a rematch? You want to try to prove something? Fine. But here’s the thing—don’t think this is about fairness. Don’t think this is about who’s right. This is about *me*. And trust me… when the lights go down, when it’s time to step into that ring, I will *always* be standing tall at the end. You can try, you can plan, you can hope… but history has a way of repeating itself.”

*He stops directly in front of them, staring each man down.*

**Randy Orton:**
“So go ahead. Make your little challenge. But don’t be surprised if the outcome is the same… because I’m not just going to strike. I’m going to remind everyone exactly why they call me… The Viper.”

*Orton smirks and leans back, gesturing toward the door.*

**Randy Orton:**
“Now get out of my office before I reconsider being *merciful*.”

*DDP and Laurinaitis exchange glances, nod, and exit slowly. Orton watches them go, a cold, confident smile on his face. He turns back to his paperwork, picking up his pen as the camera fades out. We cut to the Jamboree vignette....



Singles Matchup
Danhausen Vs Aaron Stevens

After the matchup, we hook up with Danhausen backstage where he bumps into Prince Devitt. Danhausen, very politely asks Prince Devitt why we haven't seen " The Demon " for such a long time. As Devitt should know that everyone loves " The Demon " Devitt replies, telling Danhausen that is the whole problem. People should not love " The Demon " they should be afraid of him. Danhausen replies, telling Devitt he understands, as he knows the feeling. We then go to commercial break...

As we get back from commercial break, we get a promo video from The Hardy Boyz.
Backstage, dimly lit hallway. Matt and Jeff Hardy are sitting on crates, quiet at first. The camera lingers as the hum of flickering lights echoes in the background.]

Matt Hardy: (softly, almost whispering) You know, we used to chase… glory. Chasing belts, chasing cheers, chasing the crowd… thinking we were untouchable. But everything… everything fades.

Jeff Hardy: (leaning forward, voice low) And then you see them. You see people like the Lucha Bros… flying around, looking pretty… thinking the world owes them something. Champions because they’re flashy, because they’re… loud. But they don’t understand. They’ve never looked into the void.

Matt Hardy: (slowly, a smirk forming that doesn’t reach his eyes) The void… it changes you. It whispers in your ear. Tells you that the world… isn’t what you thought. And once you listen… you can’t go back.

Jeff Hardy: (stands, voice rising, eyes wide, intense) We listened… and now we see. Pentagon… Fenix… you think you’re untouchable. You think you’re kings of this… circus. But kings burn, don’t they? Shadows swallow them whole…

Matt Hardy: (laughing softly, almost unhinged) You’ve been playing in the light… but the Broken aren’t afraid of the dark. You think your titles make you powerful? They make you targets. And we’re coming… to tear everything away from you.

Jeff Hardy: (tilts head, voice eerily calm) The Hardy Boyz are… broken. And when we’re broken… there’s nothing left to lose… except you.

Both stare into the camera, silent for a beat, the flickering light casting twisted shadows on their faces. Then Matt slowly tilts his head, a whisper:

Matt Hardy: Let the reckoning begin..... DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!


Fatal 4-Way Matchup
Kenny Omega Vs Hook Vs David Benoit Vs Will Osprey


Before our main event, we cut to the backtage area, where John Morrison knocks on the office door of Randy Orton, asking if Orton has a couple of minutes. Orton gesture for him to enter the office and Morrison cut's straight to the chase, asking Orton to book a tag team match. Orange Cassidy and Shawn Michaels Vs Him and a partner of his choosing. Orton is intrigued, asking Morrison if he's got someone special in mind. And Morrison tells Orton that he does, a person who might hate Orange Cassidy and Shawn Michaels as much as Morrison does. Orton leans back in his office chair, asking Morrison to tell him more as the camera cut's back to the arena for our main event of the evening...


Tag Team Matchup
reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs #DIY (Johnny Gargano & Tommaso Ciampa)

After the match, you can easily see the tension between Gargano and Ciampa building as tonights show comes to an end...

[Vikingsfan88]

Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

Generl Manager Randy Orton sits at his desk, a stack of papers in front of him. The office is quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of paper. Orton’s pen scratches across a form, his face focused. He looks up, and the door swings open. Standing there, almost in unison, are Diamond Dallas Page and John Laurinaitis. Orton leans back in his chair, arching an eyebrow.*

**Randy Orton:** (calm, measured)
“Well… if it isn’t the two men who tried to make a name for themselves with someone else’s move.”

*DDP smirks, stepping slightly forward.*

**Diamond Dallas Page:**
“Randy, we need to talk. About what happened at Cutting The ACE. You… you hijacked the moment. You stole the spotlight—again.”

**John Laurinaitis:** (nodding)
“Yeah, Orton. We went out there to prove who had the better Diamond Cutter. And then you just… showed up, like some… predator, ready to strike. Not cool.”

*Orton tilts his head, leaning on the desk, a slow, calculating smile creeping across his face.*

**Randy Orton:**
“Not cool? Oh, I see… so this is about *cool*. Let me clarify something for you both. I don’t show up to be *cool*. I show up to be *Randy Orton*. The moment, the match, the finish… it doesn’t matter. When I decide to strike, I own it. That’s just the way this works.”

*DDP crosses his arms, clearly frustrated.*

**Diamond Dallas Page:**
“We don’t care who owns it, Orton. We want a rematch. You, me, and Laurinaitis. Let’s settle this once and for all. No distractions, no interference, no… random RKO’s.”

*Orton chuckles, standing and walking slowly around his desk, circling them like a predator.*

**Randy Orton:**
“You want a rematch? You want to try to prove something? Fine. But here’s the thing—don’t think this is about fairness. Don’t think this is about who’s right. This is about *me*. And trust me… when the lights go down, when it’s time to step into that ring, I will *always* be standing tall at the end. You can try, you can plan, you can hope… but history has a way of repeating itself.”

*He stops directly in front of them, staring each man down.*

**Randy Orton:**
“So go ahead. Make your little challenge. But don’t be surprised if the outcome is the same… because I’m not just going to strike. I’m going to remind everyone exactly why they call me… The Viper.”

*Orton smirks and leans back, gesturing toward the door.*

**Randy Orton:**
“Now get out of my office before I reconsider being *merciful*.”

*DDP and Laurinaitis exchange glances, nod, and exit slowly. Orton watches them go, a cold, confident smile on his face. He turns back to his paperwork, picking up his pen as the camera fades out. We cut to the Jamboree vignette....


Singles Matchup
Danhausen Vs Aaron Stevens

The bell rings, and the arena is immediately divided between the eccentric aura of Danhausen and the theatrical arrogance of Aaron Stevens. Stevens, ever the "Professional," spends the first few minutes lecturing the crowd and Danhausen on the proper etiquette of a wrestling contest. Danhausen simply tilts his head, reaches into his jar, and threatens to "curse" Stevens, which sends Aaron into a panicked retreat behind the referee.

The action picks up as Stevens attempts to ground the Very Nice, Very Evil one with a series of classical elbow drops and a pompous neckbreaker. He covers with a condescending one-finger pin, but Danhausen kicks out at one, popping up with a wide-eyed stare that rattles Stevens’ composure. Danhausen fires back with a flurry of strikes, hitting a sharp pump kick that sends Stevens reeling into the corner.

Stevens tries to regain control with a thumb to the eye, but as he prepares for a finishing maneuver, Danhausen points a crooked finger and unleashes the Curse. Stevens freezes, momentarily bewildered by the psychological warfare. Sensing the opening, Danhausen catches him with a quick GTS (Good To Sleep) followed by a snap DDT.

Instead of a traditional cover, Danhausen pours a handful of teeth into Stevens’ mouth—much to the horror of the commentary team—and rolls him up in a tight cruising cradle. The referee counts the three before Stevens can even process the "illegal" dental work.

Winner: Danhausen

After the matchup, we hook up with Danhausen backstage where he bumps into Prince Devitt. Danhausen, very politely asks Prince Devitt why we haven't seen " The Demon " for such a long time. As Devitt should know that everyone loves " The Demon " Devitt replies, telling Danhausen that is the whole problem. People should not love " The Demon " they should be afraid of him. Danhausen replies, telling Devitt he understands, as he knows the feeling. We then go to commercial break...

As we get back from commercial break, we get a promo video from The Hardy Boyz.
Backstage, dimly lit hallway. Matt and Jeff Hardy are sitting on crates, quiet at first. The camera lingers as the hum of flickering lights echoes in the background.]

Matt Hardy: (softly, almost whispering) You know, we used to chase… glory. Chasing belts, chasing cheers, chasing the crowd… thinking we were untouchable. But everything… everything fades.

Jeff Hardy: (leaning forward, voice low) And then you see them. You see people like the Lucha Bros… flying around, looking pretty… thinking the world owes them something. Champions because they’re flashy, because they’re… loud. But they don’t understand. They’ve never looked into the void.

Matt Hardy: (slowly, a smirk forming that doesn’t reach his eyes) The void… it changes you. It whispers in your ear. Tells you that the world… isn’t what you thought. And once you listen… you can’t go back.

Jeff Hardy: (stands, voice rising, eyes wide, intense) We listened… and now we see. Pentagon… Fenix… you think you’re untouchable. You think you’re kings of this… circus. But kings burn, don’t they? Shadows swallow them whole…

Matt Hardy: (laughing softly, almost unhinged) You’ve been playing in the light… but the Broken aren’t afraid of the dark. You think your titles make you powerful? They make you targets. And we’re coming… to tear everything away from you.

Jeff Hardy: (tilts head, voice eerily calm) The Hardy Boyz are… broken. And when we’re broken… there’s nothing left to lose… except you.

Both stare into the camera, silent for a beat, the flickering light casting twisted shadows on their faces. Then Matt slowly tilts his head, a whisper:

Matt Hardy: Let the reckoning begin..... DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!


Fatal 4-Way Matchup
Kenny Omega Vs Hook Vs David Benoit Vs Will Osprey

The bell rings, and the arena instantly transforms into a pressure cooker of high-stakes athleticism. Four men, representing different eras and ideologies, stand in their respective corners. Will Ospreay and Kenny Omega immediately lock eyes—the "Aerial Assassin" and the "Best Bout Machine"—renewing a rivalry that has defined modern wrestling. Meanwhile, the younger generation, Hook and David Benoit, exchange cold stares, ready to prove they aren't just legacy names.

The opening minutes are a whirlwind of technical wizardry. Ospreay and Omega trade rapid-fire counters, moving with a fluidity that defies physics. Hook breaks up a pin attempt with a brutal overhead belly-to-belly suplex on Ospreay, only to be leveled by a stiff lariat from Benoit. David Benoit, fighting with a chip on his shoulder, unleashes a series of German Suplexes that rattle the ring boards.

Midway through the match, the structure completely breaks down. Hook and Benoit find themselves trading blows on the outside. After Hook sends Benoit into the steel steps, Benoit responds by tackling Hook over the guardrail. The referee loses control as the two young lions begin a frantic brawl through the sea of fans.

They trade strikes up the stairs, moving past the concession stands and eventually bursting through the exit doors. The "Cold-Hearted Handsome Devil" and the "Legacy" Benoit continue their war in the concrete jungle of the parking lot. Hook slams Benoit’s head into the hood of a production truck, but Benoit retaliates by driving Hook into a steel barricade. As they disappear behind a row of cars, the camera cuts back to the ring, leaving their fate unknown.

Back inside the squared circle, it is down to the two icons. The atmosphere is electric. Omega and Ospreay are both spent, their chests crimson from a litany of chops. Omega connects with a V-Trigger that looks like it could decapitate a man, but Ospreay somehow stays on his feet, rebounding off the ropes with a Hidden Blade that turns Omega inside out.

Omega staggers up, looking for the One-Winged Angel, but Ospreay counters mid-air, landing on his feet and delivering a poison rana. The "Best Bout Machine" is dazed. Ospreay seizes the moment, ascending the turnbuckle. He soars through the air with an unbelievable Oscutter, but he doesn't go for the cover yet. He wants to ensure the King is dethroned.

Ospreay pulls Omega up, hooks the arms, and delivers a thunderous Stormbreaker in the center of the ring. He collapses onto Omega, hooking the leg as the referee’s hand hits the mat for the three-count.

Winner: Will Ospreay

Ospreay sits in the center of the ring, gasping for air, having finally claimed victory in this chaotic four-way, while the cameras frantically try to find where Hook and David Benoit ended up in the night air.

The camera cuts to a grainy, handheld feed from the parking lot, where the air is thick with the smell of exhaust and burnt rubber. The technical beauty of the ring is a distant memory; out here, it’s a fight for survival.

Hook and David Benoit are slumped against a production truck, both men sporting "crimson masks" from the concrete environment. Benoit, fueled by a frantic intensity, drags Hook toward a stack of wooden pallets. He tries to lock in a Sharpshooter on the asphalt, but Hook’s tactical background kicks in. Hook reaches up, grabs a handful of Benoit’s hair, and drives a series of short, brutal elbows into the bridge of David's nose.

They scramble to their feet, leaning on a parked SUV for support. Benoit manages to hoist Hook up for a vertical suplex, slamming him onto the hood of the vehicle with a sickening thud. The car alarm begins to blare, its rhythmic honking providing a chaotic soundtrack to the violence.

Before Benoit can follow up, Hook lunges out of the darkness, locking in the REDrum. Benoit staggers back, trying to slam Hook against the side of the truck to break the hold, but the grip is too tight. Both men eventually lose their footing, tumbling over a concrete divider and down a small grassy embankment.

Security and medical staff finally swarm the area with flashlights. They find both men laid out—Hook still has his arm draped over Benoit’s throat, and Benoit has his fist clenched in Hook’s hoodie. Neither man is moving. The "Legacy" and the "Handsome Devil" have literally fought each other into unconsciousness.

Before our main event, we cut to the backtage area, where John Morrison knocks on the office door of Randy Orton, asking if Orton has a couple of minutes. Orton gesture for him to enter the office and Morrison cut's straight to the chase, asking Orton to book a tag team match. Orange Cassidy and Shawn Michaels Vs Him and a partner of his choosing. Orton is intrigued, asking Morrison if he's got someone special in mind. And Morrison tells Orton that he does, a person who might hate Orange Cassidy and Shawn Michaels as much as Morrison does. Orton leans back in his office chair, asking Morrison to tell him more as the camera cut's back to the arena for our main event of the evening...


Tag Team Matchup
reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs #DIY (Johnny Gargano & Tommaso Ciampa)

The bell rings, and the air is instantly filled with the sound of snapping leather. reDRagon and #DIY provide a masterclass in tag team psychology, starting with a grueling ground-and-bearing sequence between Kyle O’Reilly and Johnny Gargano. The technical parity is uncanny, but the tone shifts when Bobby Fish tags in, unleashing a series of calculated, bone-breaking kicks to Tommaso Ciampa’s surgically repaired knee.

The match becomes a game of "pick a limb." O’Reilly and Fish transition seamlessly between high-low strikes and joint manipulation. Ciampa, playing the "Sicilian Psychopath," manages to fight through the pain, leveling Fish with a thunderous rolling elbow before making the hot tag. Gargano enters like a house of fire, hitting a lawn dart into the turnbuckle on O’Reilly and a suicide dive onto Fish. For a moment, it looks like DIY has the momentum to finish it.

They set up for the Meeting in the Middle, but O’Reilly collapses to the mat, feigning a leg injury. As the referee checks on him, Fish sweeps Gargano’s legs from the apron. Ciampa turns to snarl at Fish, but he walks straight into a leaping Ax and Smash from a perfectly healthy O’Reilly. Before Gargano can recover, reDRagon isolates him. They connect with the Chasing the Dragon—the brainbuster/kick combo—and O’Reilly transitions immediately into an ARM-ageddon cross armbreaker. Gargano fights, but Fish cuts off Ciampa with a sleeper hold, forcing Johnny to tap out.

Winners: reDRagon

The bell tolls, but the silence that follows is deafening. As reDRagon celebrates up the ramp, Johnny Gargano sits in the center of the ring, clutching his hyper-extended arm. Tommaso Ciampa doesn't offer a hand. He stands in the corner, staring at his partner with a cold, unblinking gaze that radiates disappointment.

Gargano tries to make eye contact, an apologetic look on his face, but Ciampa simply rolls out of the ring alone. As the credits begin to roll, the camera catches Ciampa lingering at the top of the stage, watching Johnny with a predatory stillness. The brotherhood hasn't broken yet, but the cracks are wide enough to see the end coming.

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Episode #81


Show starts backstage in general manager Quinn McKay's office. She's doing some paperwork, when there is a knock on her door and Becky Lynch appears in the doorway. Becky is not her usual self, rather the opposite as she calmly enters the office and sits down on a chair opposite Quinn. She practically begs Quinn for help, telling Quinn that she needs to get back to where she was, both mentally and ranking wise. The last couple of months has been harsh on her, and for the first time in her life, she is afraid of losing herself. Even losing more than herself, as her relationship with Seth has been a bit shaky as of late. She need to get her self esteem back. Her Mojo. She needs to prove to not only herself, but also her fans, that she is as solid as her reputation says. She then asks Quinn to find it in her heart to make room for her at the Ann Gunkel Testimonial card, as she desperately needs a strong win, to get back on the horse again. Quinn says she really didn't have anymore matches planned for the PPV, but since she asks so nicely Quinn will see what she can do.... We cut to the Spotlight vignette...

Singles Matchup
Charlotte Flair Vs Anna Jay

As we get back from commercial break, we get an announcement regarding the upcoming women's PPV, and especially regarding the Fatal 4-Way Matchup for The NWA Women's World Championship. Last night at NWA Powerr, Haley J captured the last spot after beating Sirena Veil. After that we get a promo video fro AJ Lee, where she responds to Candie LeRae and her ridicilous claims. The truth is that Candice can't cope with the fact that AJ Lee became one of the greatest the business has ever seen, while Candice would always be stuck as a mid-carder at best. Not to mention the fact that AJ captured one of the sexiest hunks in the business, while Candice is stuck with Gargano. No surprise Candice is so grumpy and bitter. And she will feel even worse, after AJ is done with her. Because history has a tendency to repeat itself. Besides, there is an old phrase saying " Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go as far as they want "


Singles Matchup
Natalya Neidhart Vs Tay Conti

The IIconics’ music cranks the arena speaker as we get back from commercial break. Peyton Royce and Billie Kay storm to the ring, visibly annoyed. Peyton is fanning the air in front of her face while Billie dramatically gags.

Billie Kay: OI—OI—OI! CUT THE MUSIC! CUT IT!

Peyton Royce: (snapping) I swear—I can still smell it. Do you smell that? Don’t lie to me, Billie, DO YOU SMELL IT?!

Billie Kay: (retching) I smell it, Peyton! It’s everywhere! In our gear! In our hair! I woke up this morning and my shampoo smelled like HOT DOGS!

[Crowd laughs]

Peyton Royce: For over a MONTH—a MONTH—we have been victims of the most DISGUSTING, most IMMATURE, most QUESTIONABLE behavior in this company!

Billie Kay: And it all started with them. Shotzi Blackheart… and Kiera Hogan.

Peyton Royce: One match. And suddenly we’re living in some kind of sick, meat-based nightmare!

Billie Kay: (yelling) A FAN! A TRUCK! A THOUSAND HOT DOGS!

Peyton Royce: And since then—ohhh, they think it’s funny, don’t they? Little jokes. Little pranks. Hot dogs in our bags… hot dogs taped to our locker…

Billie Kay: (dramatic pause) We opened our locker room door last week… and it was like the OCEAN. But instead of water?

Both: HOT DOGS!

Peyton Royce: We can’t escape it! We walk down the hallway—hot dogs. Catering—hot dogs. I hugged someone earlier and I PANICKED.

Billie Kay: (pointing angrily) This isn’t funny anymore! This is harassment! This is psychological warfare!

Peyton Royce: So Shotzi. Kiera. You wanna keep playing games? You wanna keep ribbing us like this is some big joke?

Billie Kay: Then we’re done talking.

Peyton Royce: At the upcoming PPV…

Billie Kay: …the IICONICS want you in this ring!

Peyton Royce: You are gonna regret you ever made this personal!

Peyton drops the mic. Billie immediately sniffs the air again, gags, and both storm out angrily as the crowd reacts with laughter....

Before our main event, we get another announcement regarding the upcoming women's PPV as another match has been added to the card. At the PPV, Charlotte and Natalya will be facing off againt former EAM Women's Tag Team Champions; Anna Jay & Tay Conti. With each team earning themselves a win over the other, this will be the rubber match between them. Not only that, but Quinn McKay has also announced that the winning team will recieve a titleshot at the EAM Womens tag Team Championships at " With The Lights Out 3 "

NWA World Women's Tag Team Championships Matchup
TVMA (Tiffany Nieves and Valentina Rossi) (c) Vs The Hex (Allysin Kay & Marti Belle)

As the show is about to end, the camera cut's to a dark corner of the backstage area. Skye Blue is once again talking to a person off-camera. A person who seemingly are quiet disappointed by Skye Blue and her rescent endavours. She tells Skye this, but she also inform her that she has fixed for Skye to get one more chance to prove herself. And she better not screw up, because if she does, she doesn't really need her anymore. Skye whimpers but says she will do it this time. She promise... Camera fades to black...

[Vikingsfan88]

Episode #81


Show starts backstage in general manager Quinn McKay's office. She's doing some paperwork, when there is a knock on her door and Becky Lynch appears in the doorway. Becky is not her usual self, rather the opposite as she calmly enters the office and sits down on a chair opposite Quinn. She practically begs Quinn for help, telling Quinn that she needs to get back to where she was, both mentally and ranking wise. The last couple of months has been harsh on her, and for the first time in her life, she is afraid of losing herself. Even losing more than herself, as her relationship with Seth has been a bit shaky as of late. She need to get her self esteem back. Her Mojo. She needs to prove to not only herself, but also her fans, that she is as solid as her reputation says. She then asks Quinn to find it in her heart to make room for her at the Ann Gunkel Testimonial card, as she desperately needs a strong win, to get back on the horse again. Quinn says she really didn't have anymore matches planned for the PPV, but since she asks so nicely Quinn will see what she can do.... We cut to the Spotlight vignette...

Singles Matchup
Charlotte Flair Vs Anna Jay

The bell rings, and Charlotte Flair immediately asserts her dominance, tossing Anna Jay across the ring with a dismissive waist-lock takedown. The "Queen" is overconfident, mockingly bowing to the crowd as she chops Anna into the corner. Every time Anna tries to fire back, Charlotte shuts her down with a big boot or a superior technical counter, eventually locking in the Figure-Four.

However, the arrogance of the Queen becomes her undoing. Instead of bridging into the Figure-Eight, Charlotte spends too much time taunting Tay Conti at ringside. This momentary lapse gives Anna the opening she needs. As Charlotte finally looks to bridge, Anna reaches up and rakes the eyes, a desperate move that forces the break.

Stunned and blinded, Charlotte staggers into the ropes. Anna Jay seizes the opportunity, showing the "Queenslayer" instinct that shocked the world two weeks ago. She kicks Charlotte in the gut and quickly transitions into the Queen’s Slayer (sleeper hold). Charlotte fights, trying to power out, but the hooks are in deep. As Charlotte’s arm drops for the third time, the referee calls for the bell.

Winner: Anna Jay

As we get back from commercial break, we get an announcement regarding the upcoming women's PPV, and especially regarding the Fatal 4-Way Matchup for The NWA Women's World Championship. Last night at NWA Powerr, Haley J captured the last spot after beating Sirena Veil. After that we get a promo video fro AJ Lee, where she responds to Candie LeRae and her ridicilous claims. The truth is that Candice can't cope with the fact that AJ Lee became one of the greatest the business has ever seen, while Candice would always be stuck as a mid-carder at best. Not to mention the fact that AJ captured one of the sexiest hunks in the business, while Candice is stuck with Gargano. No surprise Candice is so grumpy and bitter. And she will feel even worse, after AJ is done with her. Because history has a tendency to repeat itself. Besides, there is an old phrase saying " Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go as far as they want "


Singles Matchup
Natalya Neidhart Vs Tay Conti

In a clash of technical prowess versus martial arts intensity, the "Queen of Harts" Natalya faced off against Brazil’s Tay Melo (formerly Tay Conti). The atmosphere was electric as Natalya’s veteran poise met Melo’s explosive black-belt judo style.

The match began with a tentative lock-up, but Melo quickly gained the upper hand by utilizing her signature Ippon Seoi Nage, throwing Natalya across the canvas. Melo’s confidence grew as she peppered the veteran with stiff Brazilian Kicks and a jumping knee that sent Natalya reeling into the corner. However, the third-generation star’s resilience—honed in the legendary Hart Dungeon—proved to be the difference-maker.

Natalya caught a second kick attempt, transitioning it into a definitive Sitout Powerbomb that shook the ring. Sensing the end, Natalya executed a textbook Discus Clothesline, turning Melo inside out. As Melo struggled to find her footing, Natalya stepped through the legs, locking in the iconic Sharpshooter in the center of the ring. Melo desperately clawed for the ropes, but the torque was too much, forcing the submission.

Winner: Natalya

The IIconics’ music cranks the arena speaker as we get back from commercial break. Peyton Royce and Billie Kay storm to the ring, visibly annoyed. Peyton is fanning the air in front of her face while Billie dramatically gags.

Billie Kay: OI—OI—OI! CUT THE MUSIC! CUT IT!

Peyton Royce: (snapping) I swear—I can still smell it. Do you smell that? Don’t lie to me, Billie, DO YOU SMELL IT?!

Billie Kay: (retching) I smell it, Peyton! It’s everywhere! In our gear! In our hair! I woke up this morning and my shampoo smelled like HOT DOGS!

[Crowd laughs]

Peyton Royce: For over a MONTH—a MONTH—we have been victims of the most DISGUSTING, most IMMATURE, most QUESTIONABLE behavior in this company!

Billie Kay: And it all started with them. Shotzi Blackheart… and Kiera Hogan.

Peyton Royce: One match. And suddenly we’re living in some kind of sick, meat-based nightmare!

Billie Kay: (yelling) A FAN! A TRUCK! A THOUSAND HOT DOGS!

Peyton Royce: And since then—ohhh, they think it’s funny, don’t they? Little jokes. Little pranks. Hot dogs in our bags… hot dogs taped to our locker…

Billie Kay: (dramatic pause) We opened our locker room door last week… and it was like the OCEAN. But instead of water?

Both: HOT DOGS!

Peyton Royce: We can’t escape it! We walk down the hallway—hot dogs. Catering—hot dogs. I hugged someone earlier and I PANICKED.

Billie Kay: (pointing angrily) This isn’t funny anymore! This is harassment! This is psychological warfare!

Peyton Royce: So Shotzi. Kiera. You wanna keep playing games? You wanna keep ribbing us like this is some big joke?

Billie Kay: Then we’re done talking.

Peyton Royce: At the upcoming PPV…

Billie Kay: …the IICONICS want you in this ring!

Peyton Royce: You are gonna regret you ever made this personal!

Peyton drops the mic. Billie immediately sniffs the air again, gags, and both storm out angrily as the crowd reacts with laughter....

Before our main event, we get another announcement regarding the upcoming women's PPV as another match has been added to the card. At the PPV, Charlotte and Natalya will be facing off againt former EAM Women's Tag Team Champions; Anna Jay & Tay Conti. With each team earning themselves a win over the other, this will be the rubber match between them. Not only that, but Quinn McKay has also announced that the winning team will recieve a titleshot at the EAM Womens tag Team Championships at " With The Lights Out 3 "

NWA World Women's Tag Team Championships Matchup
TVMA (Tiffany Nieves and Valentina Rossi) (c) Vs The Hex (Allysin Kay & Marti Belle)

The bell rings, and the veteran chemistry of The Hex is immediately apparent. Allysin Kay and Marti Belle work with a seamless rhythm, isolating Valentina Rossi and punishing her with a flurry of double-team maneuvers. Kay's raw power combined with Belle’s agility keeps the champions on their heels, and for a moment, it looks like the NWA titles are about to change hands.

Tiffany Nieves, realizing the titles are in jeopardy, feigns a knee injury on the apron to draw the referee’s attention. The momentary distraction allows Rossi to catch Marti Belle with a desperate thumb to the eye. The tide turns as TVMA begins their "Mean Girl" assault. Nieves tags in and showcases her ruthless side, choking Belle against the middle rope and using the hair to snap her back to the canvas.

Marti Belle manages to crawl through Nieves' legs and makes the hot tag to Allysin Kay. The "AK-47" clears the house, leveling Rossi with a big boot and dropping Nieves with a devastating Samoan Drop. Kay signals for the finish, hoisting Nieves up for the AK-47, but Rossi slides into the ring with one of the tag title belts. Kay drops Nieves to confront Rossi, but the referee is busy ushering Marti Belle back to her corner.

In the chaos, Nieves produces a heavy canister of hairspray from her boot. As Kay turns back around, Nieves blinds her with a direct blast to the eyes. Stunned and clutching her face, Kay is a sitting duck. Nieves quickly hooks the arms and plants the veteran with a Sit-out Facebuster. She drops into a bridge for the cover, and Rossi holds Kay’s legs down from the outside to ensure there’s no kick-out.

Winners and STILL NWA World Women's Tag Team Champions: TVMA

As the show is about to end, the camera cut's to a dark corner of the backstage area. Skye Blue is once again talking to a person off-camera. A person who seemingly are quiet disappointed by Skye Blue and her rescent endavours. She tells Skye this, but she also inform her that she has fixed for Skye to get one more chance to prove herself. And she better not screw up, because if she does, she doesn't really need her anymore. Skye whimpers but says she will do it this time. She promise... Camera fades to black...

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Live on PPV from Mercedes-Benz Stadium/Atlanta/USA

Ann Gunkel was a pioneer who refused to accept the limits placed on women in professional wrestling. In an era when women were told they didn’t belong in the spotlight, she fought to put them there. As both a wrestler and a promoter, Gunkel was instrumental in bringing women’s wrestling to major arenas and television in the 1940s and 1950s, particularly in the American South. She challenged the male-dominated power structure of the industry, even taking on the National Wrestling Alliance itself, demanding fair recognition, opportunity, and respect for women performers. Ann Gunkel didn’t just help women wrestle — she helped women matter in professional wrestling. Her courage laid the foundation for every generation that followed.

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Singles Matchup
Becky Lynch Vs Taya Valkyrie

The Rubber Matchup!
#1 Contenders Matchup for The EAM Womens Tag Team Championships
Charlotte Flair & Natalya Vs TayJay (Anna Jay & Tay Conti)

Singles Matchup
Nikkita Lyons Vs Piper Niven

Tag Team Matchup
Deonna Purrazzo & Tessa Blanchard Vs Kris Statlander & Wendy Choo

Last Woman Standing Matchup
Skye Blue Vs Leyla Hirsch

Fatal 4-Way Matchup For The NWA World Women's Championship
Natalia Markova (c) Vs Kenzie Paige Vs Stephanie Vaquer Vs Haley J

Grudge Matchup
AJ Lee Vs Candice LeRae

“ You’re the Wurst ” Tag Team Matchup
Losing Team Gets Covered In Hot-Dogs w/fan as special guest referee
IIconics (Billie Kay & Peyton Royce) Vs Shotzi Blackhart & Kiera Hogan

Special Challenge
Tiffany Stratton Vs Trish Stratus

Mercedes Martinez's Retirement Matchup
Mercedes Martinez Vs Raquel Rodriguez

Primetime Bitch Championship Matchup
Jade Cargill (c) Vs Nia Jax

Tag Team Matchup - Madison Rayne's Retirement Matchup
Mickie James & Madison Rayne Vs Tha Braid 'N Tha Boss (Bianca BelAir & Sasha Bank

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Live on PPV from Mercedes-Benz Stadium/Atlanta/USA

Ann Gunkel was a pioneer who refused to accept the limits placed on women in professional wrestling. In an era when women were told they didn’t belong in the spotlight, she fought to put them there. As both a wrestler and a promoter, Gunkel was instrumental in bringing women’s wrestling to major arenas and television in the 1940s and 1950s, particularly in the American South. She challenged the male-dominated power structure of the industry, even taking on the National Wrestling Alliance itself, demanding fair recognition, opportunity, and respect for women performers. Ann Gunkel didn’t just help women wrestle — she helped women matter in professional wrestling. Her courage laid the foundation for every generation that followed.

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Singles Matchup
Becky Lynch Vs Taya Valkyrie

The lights dim, and the opening chords of "Celtic Invasion" send the arena into a frenzy. Becky Lynch strides out, the "Big Time Becks" swagger replaced by a gritty, focused intensity. Across the ring stands Taya Valkyrie, the "Lucha Loca," radiating confidence and looking every bit the world-traveled champion.

The bell rings, and the two immediately lock up. Valkyrie uses her strength advantage early, shoving Becky into the corner and delivering a stinging chop that echoes through the rafters. Taya controls the opening minutes, grounding the "Man" with a devastating northern lights suplex followed by a curb stomp of her own—a mocking nod to Becky’s husband.

As the match reaches its midpoint, the physicality hits a fever pitch. Taya drags Becky to the apron, looking to end things early with a powerbomb onto the hardest part of the ring. Becky fights out with desperate elbows, her face contorted in a mix of pain and defiance. She manages to shove Taya into the steel ring post, but the reprieve is short-lived. Valkyrie recovers instantly, catching Becky on the rebound with a spear that nearly sends both women through the timekeeper’s area.

Inside the ring, the psychological warfare begins. Taya begins to dismantle Becky’s arm, mocking her signature pose. "Is this your GOAT?" she screams at the fans. Becky finds a second wind, fueled by the "Becky" chants raining down. She catches Taya in a frantic exchange of strikes, hitting a diving forearm that sends both women crashing to the mat. The desperation in Becky's eyes is visible; she isn't just wrestling for a win, she is wrestling for her identity. Every time Taya gains the upper hand, Becky kicks out at two, her shoulder popping up with a primal scream of "Not yet!"

The closing sequence is a masterclass in counters. Taya attempts the Road to Valhalla, but Becky rolls through, grappling for the arm. Taya fights it off, but Becky’s persistence is unmatched. She ducks a big boot, hits the Manhandle Slam, and immediately transitions into the Dis-arm-her. Locked in the center of the ring with nowhere to go, Taya is forced to tap out.

Winner by Submission Becky Lynch

As the referee raises Becky’s hand, a familiar theme doesn't play, but a presence is felt. Seth Rollins appears on the stage. He doesn't say a word or enter the ring; he simply stands there, a proud smile on his face. He locks eyes with Becky, nods in acknowledgement of her hard-fought victory, and quietly slips backstage, ensuring the spotlight remains firmly on her.

Becky grabs a microphone, her breath heavy, her eyes glistening with raw emotion.

"Last time I spoke to Quinn, I told her the truth," Becky says, her voice trembling slightly. "I’m not just fighting Taya or anyone in that locker room. I’m fighting the fear that I’ve lost the woman who changed this industry. I needed to prove to myself—and to every one of you—that I’m still as solid as my reputation says. I’ve been so afraid of losing myself in the hype that I forgot how to just be The Man. Tonight i got to prove that "The Man" is still in there, but have i found myself again? Only time will tell. Fans have mixed reaction to what they just heard from Becky.

The Rubber Matchup!
#1 Contenders Matchup for The EAM Womens Tag Team Championships
Charlotte Flair & Natalya Vs TayJay (Anna Jay & Tay Conti)

The tension in the arena is palpable as the final chapter of this bitter trilogy begins. On one side, the "Queens of Harts"—Charlotte Flair and Natalya—exude an aura of seasoned dominance. On the other, TayJay, the duo of Anna Jay and Tay Conti, look like they have everything to prove and nothing to lose.

The bell rings and Natalya starts off against Tay Conti. The technical wrestling is elite, with Natalya utilizing her dungeon-honed grappling to keep Conti grounded. However, the speed of TayJay quickly becomes the equalizer. Conti escapes a waist lock with a standing switch and catches Natalya with a devastating judo toss, followed by a stiff penalty kick that sends a "thwack" through the arena.

The momentum shifts when Charlotte Flair tags in. The "Queen" immediately demands respect, chopping Anna Jay so hard that the young star collapses to her knees. Charlotte and Natalya begin a clinical dissection of Anna, utilizing quick tags and a double-team Hart Attack that nearly ends the match early. The crowd watches in awe as Charlotte ascends the top rope for a moonsault, but in a moment of pure athleticism, Anna Jay rolls out of the way, and Charlotte lands on her feet, only to be met with a Queen Slayer sleeper hold out of nowhere.

The match breaks down into chaos as Conti and Natalya storm the ring. In a "shock and awe" sequence, Natalya attempts a Sharpshooter on Conti, but Conti counters into a triangle choke. Simultaneously, Charlotte tries to Big Boot Anna Jay, but Anna ducks, and Charlotte accidentally clobbers her own partner, Natalya!

The crowd gasps. Seizing the opening, TayJay unleashes a flurry of high-impact offense. Conti hits a DD-Tay on the apron while Anna Jay connects with a dangerous-looking Gory Special on Charlotte. With Natalya incapacitated on the floor, TayJay focuses their fire on Charlotte, ever the warrior, tries to fight them both off, even managing to hit a double spear that brings the fans to their feet.

As Charlotte goes for the Figure-Eight on Anna Jay, Tay Conti flies off the top rope with a crossbody to break it up. Before Charlotte can recover, Anna Jay locks in a modified Queen Slayer again, while Conti holds Natalya’s ankle at ringside to prevent the save. Charlotte’s face turns purple; she reaches for the ropes, but her strength fades. In a stunning upset that sends a literal shockwave of disbelief through the crowd, Charlotte Flair—the "Queen"—is forced to tap out.

Winners and the #1 Contenders for the EAM Woman's Tag Team Championship TayJay (Anna Jay and Tay Conti)

The referee raises the arms of TayJay as "100% Retribution" blares through the speakers. While the winners celebrate their shot at the EAM Women's Tag Team Championships, the camera pans to the ring. Charlotte Flair sits in the corner, her hair disheveled, staring at her hands in total silence. Beside her, Natalya is slumped against the bottom rope, her eyes wide and glassy, shaking her head in denial. The realization that their path to the titles has been cut short by the very duo they underestimated is written across their faces. The arrogance is gone, replaced by a haunting sense of failure.

Singles Matchup
Nikkita Lyons Vs Piper Niven

The atmosphere in the arena shifts as the powerhouse Piper Niven marches toward the ring, flanked by the formidable Nia Jax. The presence of "The Irresistible Force" looms large, but the referee isn't having it. Before the bell can ring, the official stands between the ropes, pointing emphatically toward the backstage area. She knows Nia’s history of interference and refuses to call for the start until the ringside area is cleared. Piper, looking supremely confident, turns to Nia with a smirk. "Go on," Piper says, waving her off. "I don't need the help. This’ll be a fast sweep anyway.

Nia retreats with a scowl, and the bell rings. Piper immediately tries to make good on her promise, charging across the ring like a freight train. She catches Nikkita Lyons with a thunderous body block that sends Nikkita flying into the turnbuckles. Piper follows up with a series of heavy splashes, using her weight advantage to crush the breath out of the "Lioness." For the first few minutes, it looks like a blowout. Piper pulls Nikkita into the center of the ring and delivers a massive sidewalk slam, followed by a running senton that makes the canvas groan.

However, Nikkita Lyons is nothing if not resilient. As Piper goes for a second senton, Nikkita digs deep, rolling out of the way just in time. The opening allows Nikkita to showcase her unique hybrid style. She springs to her feet and begins peppering Piper’s legs with lightning-fast martial arts kicks. Each strike is a sharp "crack" against Piper’s thigh, slowly breaking down the base of the Scottish powerhouse.

The match reaches a turning point when Piper catches one of Nikkita’s kicks and transitions it into a brutal Michinoku Driver. The cover is close—$2.99$—but Nikkita gets a shoulder up, shocking Piper. Frustration boils over as Piper drags Nikkita to the corner for the Viper Bomb. She climbs the ropes, but Nikkita’s striking prowess saves her. A leaping roundhouse kick catches Piper squarely in the jaw, dazing the big woman on the middle turnbuckle.In a display of pure strength, Nikkita grabs Piper and executes a staggering sunset flip powerbomb from the second rope. The crowd erupts as the ring shakes from the impact. Nikkita doesn't go for the pin yet; she knows she needs the knockout blow. As Piper stumbles to her feet, leaning heavily on the ropes, Nikkita hits the ropes, rebounding with incredible speed to deliver her signature spinning heel kick. Piper’s lights go out before she even hits the mat. Nikkita hooks the leg, and the referee counts the three. The "fast sweep" Piper promised ended in her own defeat.

Winner by Pinfall Nikkita Lyons

The camera cuts to the trainer’s room, where Piper Niven is slumped on a bench, icing her neck. The door slams open—it’s Nia Jax.

Nia Jax: "A 'fast sweep,' Piper? That’s what you told me. You looked like a highlight reel for Nikkita Lyons out there."

Piper Niven: (Standing up, eyes narrow) "I had her, Nia. I got cocky. It won't happen again."

Nia Jax: "You're right, it won't. Because next time, I’m not leaving ringside just because some ref has a power trip. We’re here to dominate, not to hand out 'feel-good' moments to girls with social media followings."

As Nia storms out, she nearly collides with Becky Lynch, who is walking toward the curtain, still glowing from her win earlier.

Nia Jax: "Watch where you’re going, Becky. Don't think that little win makes you 'The Man' again. You’re just a target."

Becky Lynch: (With a sharp, confident grin) "Funny you say that, Nia. Because from where I’m standing, you’re just a very large obstacle I haven't knocked down in a while. If you want to test how 'solid' my reputation is... you know where to find me."

Becky winks and walks off, leaving Nia fuming as the screen fades to black.

Tag Team Matchup
Deonna Purrazzo & Tessa Blanchard Vs Kris Statlander & Wendy Choo

The atmosphere in the arena shifts as the technical brilliance of Deonna Purrazzo and the raw, aggressive intensity of Tessa Blanchard meet the eccentric but dangerous pairing of Kris Statlander and Wendy Choo. On paper, Purrazzo and Blanchard are a "super-team" of veterans, but the chemistry between the "Galaxy’s Greatest Alien" and the pajama-clad Choo proves to be the ultimate wild card.

The opening bell sees Deonna Purrazzo and Kris Statlander circling one another. The "Virtuosa" immediately looks to ground Statlander, targeting the joints with clinical precision. Every time Statlander powers out, Deonna is there with a bridge or a wrist lock, showcasing why she is a master of the craft. However, Statlander’s sheer strength allows her to hoist Deonna up for a delayed vertical suplex, holding her for a full ten seconds as the crowd counts along.

Tessa Blanchard tags herself in with a hard slap to Deonna’s shoulder, clearly wanting to set the pace. She enters like a whirlwind, catching Wendy Choo—who had just tagged in—with a devastating tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Tessa and Deonna begin to isolate Wendy, utilizing a "good cop, bad cop" strategy of technical stretching and blunt-force trauma. Tessa at one point locks in a grueling camel clutch, mocking Wendy’s sleepy demeanor by yelling, "Wake up!" into her ear.

The momentum shifts when Wendy Choo finds an opening. After taking a series of stiff forearm smashes from Tessa, Wendy ducks a big boot and hits a stunning overhead belly-to-belly suplex. She crawls desperately, making the hot tag to Statlander. Kris clears the ring, hitting a double crossbody on both opponents. She follows up with a Blue Thunder Bomb on Deonna and a spinning powerbomb on Tessa.

The match breaks into a chaotic four-way brawl. Deonna locks the Fujiwara Armbar on Statlander, but Wendy Choo breaks it up with a top-rope diving elbow drop. In the confusion, Tessa looks for the Buzzsaw DDT on Wendy, but the "Sleepy Superstar" counters with a creative roll-through into a bridging pin attempt for a two-count.

The closing sequence is a frantic display of teamwork. Statlander catches an interfering Deonna and drives her into the mat with the Friday Night Fever. Seeing her partner neutralized, Tessa charges, but Statlander intercepts her, hoisted her up, and delivers a massive electric chair drop. As Tessa bounces off the canvas, dazed and vulnerable, Statlander gestures to the top rope.

Wendy Choo, shedding her sleepy exterior for a moment of high-flying brilliance, ascends the turnbuckle. She connects with a perfect Body Splash, landing flush across Tessa Blanchard. Statlander stands guard, intercepting Deonna at the ropes as the referee’s hand hits the mat for the final time.

Winner by pinfall: Kris Statlander and Wendy Choo

Last Woman Standing Matchup
Skye Blue Vs Leyla Hirsch

The air in the arena is thick with tension as the ring is cleared of all unnecessary personnel. There are no pinfalls, no submissions, and no count-outs—only the brutal ten-count of a Last Woman Standing Match. Skye Blue enters to a roar of support, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by a cold, hardened stare. Opposite her stands Leyla Hirsch, "Legit" in name and nature, cracking her knuckles with a sadistic grin.

The bell rings, and the speed of Skye Blue immediately clashes with the amateur wrestling pedigree of Hirsch. Leyla doesn't wait for a tie-up; she shoots for a double-leg takedown and drives Skye into the corner, raining down heavy leather. The referee begins his first count early as Skye slumps, but she’s up at three. Knowing she can't out-wrestle Hirsch, Skye slides out of the ring to introduce the hardware.

She reaches under the ring apron and pulls out a steel chair, but before she can swing, Leyla launches herself through the ropes with a suicide dive, pinning the chair against Skye’s chest and sending both women crashing into the barricade. The thud of bone against steel echoes. The ref counts: one, two, three, four... Both women use the railing to pull themselves up.

Leyla, smelling blood, grabs a kendo stick from the stash Skye uncovered. She delivers a stinging strike to Skye's ribs, the "crack" reverberating through the arena. Skye screams in pain but responds with a desperate superkick that sends the kendo stick flying. With Leyla dazed, Skye pulls a table from under the ring, her hands shaking from the adrenaline and the mounting damage. She sets it up near the ring post, a looming omen of the violence to come.

Inside the ring, Hirsch regains control with a brutal German Suplex that leaves Skye folded like an accordion. Leyla follows up with a cross-armbreaker, not to win via submission, but to snap the limb so Skye can’t use the ropes to stand. Skye’s screams are haunting, but she manages to roll toward the edge of the apron. Leyla stalks her, but as she reaches for Skye’s hair, Blue hits a jawbreaker using the top rope.

The physicality escalates as Skye brings a trash can into play. She places it over Leyla’s head and delivers a "Code Blue" onto the steel can. The impact is sickening. The referee reaches a count of eight before a disoriented Hirsch rolls to the floor, barely finding her feet. Infuriated, Hirsch grabs a lead pipe from under the ring—a weapon hidden for just such an emergency—and swings wildly, catching Skye in the thigh.

Skye collapses, her leg giving out. Hirsch doesn't stop. She drags the table closer to the ring and lays Skye across it. Leyla ascends the top turnbuckle, looking for a moonsault that would surely end the career, let alone the match. But Skye’s survival instinct kicks in. She rolls off the table just as Leyla takes flight. Leyla crashes through the wood, the table splintering into a thousand jagged pieces.

The referee begins the count. One... two... three... Leyla is a mess of splinters and bruises. Four... five... six... Skye is crawling toward the opposite corner, using the ring post to hoist herself up. Seven... eight... Leyla is on one knee, coughing, her eyes glazed. Nine... Skye stands, trembling, her face a mask of blood and sweat. Leyla tries to lung forward, but her body fails her. She falls back into the wreckage. Ten! The bell rings, signaling Skye Blue’s narrowest, most violent escape to date.

Winner: Skye Blue

The carnage remains scattered across the canvas when a hooded, masked figure emerges from the dark, sliding into the ring with ghostly fluid motion. She stands over the broken bodies, her hidden gaze lingering on the wreckage. Slowly, she extends a gloved hand, hoisting the battered Skye Blue to her feet. The stranger nods in silent approval of the brutality, pauses with a cryptic tilt of her head, then shrugging, she vanishes into the sea of fans.

Fatal 4-Way Matchup For The NWA World Women's Championship
Natalia Markova (c) Vs Kenzie Paige Vs Stephanie Vaquer Vs Haley J

The atmosphere inside the arena is electric as four of the most distinct forces in the NWA converge for the legendary "Burke." Natalia Markova, the reigning champion, enters with the poise of a queen, but the three challengers standing across from her have turned the ring into a powder keg.

The bell rings, and the chaos is instantaneous. Markova and Stephanie Vaquer immediately clash in the center of the ring, trading stiff forearms that echo through the rafters. Meanwhile, the fiery Haley J lunges at Kenzie Paige, renewing their bitter rivalry with a hair-pulling takedown. The match quickly spills to the outside, where Vaquer showcases her lucha libre pedigree, wiping out both Haley J and Markova with a breathtaking corkscrew crossbody over the top rope.

As the match returns to the squared circle, Markova regains control, demonstrating the technical brutality that won her the title. She traps Haley J in a seated surfboard stretch, but the submission is short-lived as Stephanie Vaquer breaks it up with a basement dropkick to Markova’s face. Vaquer, "La Primera," then goes for the kill, looking to hook Haley J in a package backbreaker. However, Haley J wiggles free and connects with a stinging slap, following up with a desperation neckbreaker.

The turning point occurs when Kenzie Paige, who had been strategically waiting for her moment on the periphery, slides back into the ring. She catches a dazed Stephanie Vaquer with a snap dragon suplex, but Markova is right there to shut her down with the Beautiful Destruction spinning heel kick. The champion goes for the pin, but Haley J pulls the referee out of the ring at the count of two.

Furious, Markova leans over the ropes to scream at Haley, leaving her back turned. Vaquer seizes the opening, hitting Markova with a leaping knee strike that sends the champion tumbling out of the ring. Vaquer and Haley J begin a frantic exchange of strikes on the apron, eventually knocking each other to the floor.

Inside the ring, Kenzie Paige is the first to stir. As Markova climbs back onto the apron, Kenzie hits a perfectly timed spear, sending the champion crashing back to the concrete. Haley J tries to scramble back in, but Kenzie meets her with a devastating Kenzie-Cutter right at the ropes. With Vaquer and Markova neutralized on the outside, Kenzie Paige drags Haley J to the center of the ring. She hits her signature Paige Turner, hooks both legs, and stares directly into the camera as the referee slides back in to count: One! Two! Three!

The arena erupts as the announcer heralds the beginning of a new era. Kenzie Paige has reclaimed the throne.

Winner and NEW NWA WOLRD WOMAN'S CHAMPION KENZIE PAIGE

Kenzie Paige clutches the NWA World Women’s Championship to her chest, tears of triumph mixing with the grit of the battle. On the outside, Natalia Markova sits leaning against the steel steps, her head in her hands as the realization of her loss sets in. Stephanie Vaquer stands by the barricade, staring at Kenzie with a look of cold, calculating respect, while Haley J is escorted to the back, screaming in frustration. The "Pretty Empowered" leader stands alone at the top of the mountain once again.

Grudge Matchup
AJ Lee Vs Candice LeRae

The air in the arena feels charged with a different kind of electricity. This isn’t just a match; it’s a collision of two eras and two of the most technically gifted, yet psychologically volatile, women to ever step into the ring. AJ Lee skips toward the ring with a wide, manic grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes, while Candice LeRae, "The Poison Pixie," stands waiting with a cold, detached stare that signals she is ready for war.

The bell rings, and the "Grudge" aspect is immediate. There is no feeling-out process. AJ lunges at Candice with a series of Lou Thesz presses, raining down punches fueled by months of tension. Candice quickly turns the tide, utilizing her veteran savvy to shove AJ into the ring post. She begins a methodical assault, targeting AJ’s neck with a neckbreaker on the floor followed by a step-up senton back inside the ring.

Candice dominates the middle portion of the match, locking AJ in a grueling modified octopus stretch. "You don't belong here anymore, AJ!" Candice snarls, tightening the hold. AJ’s face contorts, but rather than tapping, she begins to laugh—a haunting, high-pitched sound that seems to rattle LeRae. AJ finds the strength to bite Candice’s arm to break the hold, a desperate move that the referee warns, but it gives the "Geek Goddess" the opening she needs.

The momentum swings wildly as AJ unleashes her signature offense. She hits a tilting hurricanrana followed by a lightning-fast spinning heel kick. She tries to lock in the Black Widow, but Candice is prepared, countering the move by slamming AJ’s back against the turnbuckles. Candice climbs the ropes for Ms. LeRae's Wild Ride, but AJ slides through her legs, crotching her on the top turnbuckle.

In the final sequence, the physicality turns desperate. Candice manages to hit a bridging German suplex for a heart-stopping two-count. Frustrated, she tries to set up the Wicked Stepsister, but AJ’s agility is her greatest weapon. She rolls through the move, catches Candice’s arm, and with a predatory snap, locks in the Black Widow in the center of the ring. Candice thrashes, trying to reach the ropes, but AJ wraps her legs tighter, pulling Candice’s head down. With nowhere to go and the pain becoming unbearable, the Poison Pixie is forced to tap out.

Winner: AJ Lee

AJ Lee doesn’t let go immediately, staring blankly into the distance before finally releasing the hold. She stands up, skips a small circle around the fallen LeRae, and blows a kiss to the crowd. The grudge has been settled, but the look in AJ's eyes suggests she’s only just begun her path of chaos.

“ You’re the Wurst ” Tag Team Matchup
Losing Team Gets Covered In Hot-Dogs w/fan as special guest referee
IIconics (Billie Kay & Peyton Royce) Vs Shotzi Blackhart & Kiera Hogan

The stakes have never been higher—or more ridiculous. The "You’re the Wurst" stipulation has the arena smelling like a ballpark, with a massive vat of lukewarm hot dogs and mustard sitting ominously at ringside. To ensure total fairness, a lucky fan named "Big Sal," sporting a custom-striped jersey and a whistle he’s far too excited to blow, stands as the Special Guest Referee.

The IIconics enter with their usual flair, though Peyton Royce looks visibly disgusted by the bucket of processed meat. Billie Kay spends the first two minutes of the match arguing with Big Sal, claiming his count is "too loud" and "unprofessional." Across the ring, Shotzi Blackhart is howling, clearly thriving in the chaos, while Kiera Hogan looks ready to fire up the grills.

The match begins with Billie trying to out-maneuver Shotzi, but the "Ballsy Badass" catches her with a flurry of strikes and a question mark kick. Billie stumbles back to her corner, frantically tagging in Peyton. The IIconics manage to take control through some classic "IIconic" twin magic, distracting Big Sal by pointing at an imaginary foul while they double-team Kiera in the corner.

Peyton locks Kiera in a widow’s peak, screaming at Big Sal to watch the submission. However, Sal is busy high-fiving fans on the front row. The distraction allows Kiera to slip out and hit a stunning tornado DDT. She makes the hot tag to Shotzi, who enters like a human wrecking ball. Shotzi hits a senton on Billie, followed by a suicide dive onto Peyton on the outside.

The finish is pure slapstick. Billie Kay tries to use her boot as a weapon, but Big Sal catches her. As they argue, Kiera Hogan hits a Face Plant on Billie. Peyton tries to intervene, but Shotzi catches her with a Tiger Suplex. With both IIconics dazed, Shotzi ascends the top rope and connects with a Diving Senton onto Billie Kay. Big Sal slides into the ring, counting a frantic "One! Two! Three!" while blowing his whistle so hard his face turns purple.

Winners: Shotzi Blackhart and Kiera Hogan

"The Wurst" Night Ever
The bell rings, and the IIconics realize their fate. They try to flee up the ramp, but Shotzi and Kiera—aided by Big Sal—corral them back toward the "Wurst Vat."

"No! Not the silk! This is vintage!" Billie screams.

It’s too late. Shotzi tips the massive container. A literal tidal wave of hundreds of hot dogs, drenched in bright yellow mustard and lukewarm water, collapses over the IIconics. Billie Kay is left sitting on the canvas with a frankfurter lodged in her hair, while Peyton is draped in a "mustard scarf," shrieking in high-pitched horror. The crowd chants "YOU’RE THE WURST" as Shotzi and Kiera celebrate with Big Sal, leaving the IIconics to marinate in their salty, processed defeat.

EAM Exclusive: Medical & Legal Update
The camera cuts to a sterile backstage hallway. Billie Kay is wearing a neck brace (over a mustard-stained collar), while Peyton Royce is frantically scrubbing her arm with a loofah. A harried-looking EAM official stands by with a clipboard.

Billie Kay: "I want it on the record! I have sustained third-degree emotional trauma and my pores are currently clogged with sub-par nitrate-filled meat! This wasn't a match, it was a culinary hate crime!"

Peyton Royce: "And the smell, Billie! I’ve showered four times and I still smell like a ballpark concession stand in mid-July! My silk top is ruined! It’s 'The Wurst' day of our lives!"

Billie Kay: (Pointing a shaky finger at the official) "You tell EAM management that my lawyers—the firm of Kay, Royce, and Fancy-Pants—will be filing a lawsuit for 'Willful Infliction of Hot-Dog Distress.' We are IIconic! We are elite! We are NOT toppings!"

Peyton Royce: "We’re going on a hunger strike! No more processed meats until justice is served!"

Billie Kay: "Well... maybe just a salad. But with NO croutons! They look too much like tiny buns!"

Special Challenge
Tiffany Stratton Vs Trish Stratus

The arena is draped in pink and gold as the "Center of the Universe" meets the "Quintessential Diva." Before the bell rings, Tiffany Stratton grabs a rhinestone-encrusted microphone. "Trish, you were the blueprint," she says with a mock-pout, "but look at the clock, honey—it’s Tiffy Time, and your era is officially out of style."Trish Stratus doesn't flinch, grabbing her own mic with a smirk. "Tiffany, you have the look and the athleticism, but you're missing the one thing I perfected: the heart of a Hall of Famer. Tonight, I’m taking you back to school."

The bell rings, and the generational gap is instantly bridged by a fierce tie-up. Tiffany uses her gymnastics background to flip out of a wrist lock, landing on her feet with a taunting pose. Trish responds with a veteran's wit, tripping Tiffany and transition into a side headlock. The early minutes are a game of one-upmanship, with Tiffany showcasing her "Prettiest Moonsault Ever" setup only for Trish to roll out of the ring, forcing the younger star to rethink her strategy.

The physicality ramps up as they trade strikes on the apron. Trish connects with her signature Thesz Press on the floor, raining down punches as the crowd roars. Back inside, Trish goes for the Stratusphere in the corner, but Tiffany catches her mid-air, showing off her incredible core strength by transitioning the move into a tilting powerbomb. The cover is close, but the legend kicks out.

Tiffany grows frustrated, her "spoiled" persona bleeding through as she shrieks at the referee. She attempts a handspring back elbow, but Trish anticipates it, catching her with a devastating Chick Kick! Tiffany collapses, and the arena thinks it’s over, but she somehow gets a finger on the bottom rope at the last millisecond.

Desperate, Trish sets up for the Stratusfaction. She runs up the turnbuckle, but Tiffany shows off her elite athleticism, shoving Trish’s feet out from under her. Trish lands hard on the turnbuckle, dazed. Tiffany seizes the moment, hitting a rolling fireman’s carry slam in the center of the ring. She scales the ropes with blinding speed, executing a flawless, high-arc Prettiest Moonsault Ever. She hooks Trish’s leg, staring into the lights as the referee counts three.

Winner: Tiffany Stratton

The music fades as Tiffany stands over Trish, breathing heavily. Instead of her usual arrogant celebration, Tiffany looks down at the woman who paved the way and slowly offers a hand. Trish, clutching her ribs, looks at the hand, then at the crowd, and finally accepts the help. Tiffany pulls her up. Trish nods, leaning in to whisper, "The future is in good hands," before raising Tiffany's arm. Tiffany doesn't mock her; she simply nods back, acknowledging that while it is Tiffy Time, it couldn't have happened without the Stratusfaction.

Mercedes Martinez's Retirement Matchup
Mercedes Martinez Vs Raquel Rodriguez

The arena is bathed in a respectful, heavy silence as Mercedes Martinez, the "Brass City Badass," stands in the center of the ring for the final time. Across from her is the future she helped forge: Raquel Rodriguez. There is no malice here, only the grim reality that the veteran’s legendary engine is finally running on its last gallon of high-octane fuel.

The bell rings, and the physicality is jarring. Martinez doesn't wrestle like a woman retiring; she strikes with the venom of someone trying to keep her spot forever. She catches Raquel with a stiff forearm that splits the powerhouse’s lip, following it up with a series of localized knee strikes to the ribs. Mercedes knows she can't outpower the younger Rodriguez, so she resorts to the "OG" tactics that made her a pioneer—manipulating joints and using the ring ropes to choke the life out of Raquel’s momentum.

Raquel, visibly conflicted but honoring the code of the ring, finally roars back. She catches a charging Mercedes and executes a fallaway slam that sends the veteran halfway across the ring. The impact is deafening. Raquel goes for the Tejana Bomb, but Mercedes counters into a guillotine choke, wrapping her legs around the powerhouse’s waist. The crowd is on its feet as Raquel’s face turns a deep shade of purple, but the strength of the "Big Mami Cool" prevails. She powers out, hoisting Mercedes up and dropping her with a crushing snake eyes on the turnbuckle.

The closing minutes are a testament to Martinez's grit. She absorbs a big boot that would have knocked out most, staying on her feet and beckoning Raquel for more. Mercedes hits one last Saito Suplex, her bridge shaky but holding for a near-fall. As she tries to set up the Bull Run, her back finally gives out. Raquel seizes the moment, catching Mercedes mid-air and delivering a thunderous, ring-shaking Tejana Bomb. The referee’s hand hits the mat for the final time: One, two, three.

Winner: Raquel Rodriguez

As the bell tolls, Raquel doesn't celebrate. She kneels, hugging Mercedes before helping her to her feet and leaving the ring to let the legend have the floor. The crowd erupts into a standing ovation, chanting "

Thank You, Mercedes!" Wiping sweat and blood from her brow, Mercedes picks up the microphone.

Mercedes: "For twenty-plus years, I gave this ring everything," she says, her voice cracking. "I didn't do it for the lights or the titles; I did it to prove that women like me—tough, tattooed, and unapologetic—belonged here. Raquel, the ring is yours now. Keep the standard high." She places her boots in the center of the ring, giving one final salute before walking up the ramp into the sunset of her career.

The curtain peels back, and the sounds of the arena fade into a rhythmic, heavy thud of clapping hands. The entire EAM locker room is lined up in two rows, forming a corridor of respect that stretches toward the Gorilla Position.

At the front of the line stands Becky Lynch, her arms crossed and a nod of solemn recognition on her face. Beside her, even the usually stoic Deonna Purrazzo and the fierce Nia Jax stand in silence. As Mercedes Martinez walks through, battered and limping, the applause swells.

Raquel Rodriguez is the first to step forward, pulling her mentor into a fierce embrace. "Thank you for the blueprint," Raquel whispers.

Mercedes pulls back, looking down the line at the young talent—the Sky Blues, the Kenzie Paiges, and the TayJays of the world. She sees the future she helped build.

Billie Kay steps forward, momentarily forgetting her "hot dog lawsuit" to hand Mercedes a single, elegant rose. "You were always the benchmark, darling," she says softly.

Mercedes takes a deep breath, the weight of twenty years finally settling in. She doesn't give another speech; she doesn't need to. She simply touches the EAM logo on the wall, gives a final, sharp nod to the women she fought so hard to pave the way for, and walks toward the exit, her head held high.

Primetime Bitch Championship Matchup
Jade Cargill (c) Vs Nia Jax

The atmosphere in the arena is heavy with the weight of two titans. This isn't about technical finesse or "wrestling" in the traditional sense; this is a collision of immovable objects. Jade Cargill, the "Primetime Bitch" Champion, radiates an aura of untouchable gold, while Nia Jax looks like a force of nature determined to tear that pedestal down.

The bell rings, and the two powerhouses meet in the center of the ring. Usually, Jade is the one looming over her opponents, but against Nia, she finds herself eye-to-eye with a woman who can match her strength for strength. They engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up that looks more like a Greco-Roman struggle for survival. Neither woman budges until Nia lets out a guttural roar, using her weight to shove Jade across the ring and into the turnbuckles.

Jade, fueled by a rare flash of indignation, bounces out of the corner and hits Nia with a stunning pump kick. It’s a strike that would decapitate most of the roster, but Nia merely stumbles, her eyes widening in fury. The champion hits the ropes, looking for a crossbody, but Nia catches her mid-air. With terrifying ease, Jax transitions the catch into a world-shaking Samoan Drop. The ring boards groan under the combined weight, and the referee begins a count that only reaches two before Jade powers out.

The match spills to the floor, where the physicality turns carnal. Nia slams Jade’s head into the steel steps, the "thud" echoing through the front rows. She looks to end it early, attempting a running body block against the barricade, but Jade’s elite athleticism saves her. She leaps over the railing at the last second, and Nia crashes through the padded wall with the force of a wrecking ball.

Jade doesn't wait. She drags Nia back into the ring, her face a mask of focus. She begins a methodical assault, targeting Nia’s base with heavy, martial-arts-inspired kicks to the thighs. Each strike is designed to bring the giant down to her level. As Nia struggles to her feet, Jade hits the ropes again, this time connecting with a springboard bulldog that drives Nia’s face into the canvas.

The finish is a masterclass in power and timing. Nia, showing her veteran resilience, catches Jade in a bearhug, squeezing the air out of the champion's lungs. Jade’s face turns purple, but she refuses to quit. She uses her long levers to reach up, gouging at Nia’s eyes just enough to force a break. As Nia staggers back, blinded, Jade shows off her superhuman strength. She hooks Nia’s arms, struggles for a heartbeat to find her balance, and then hoists the nearly 300-pound challenger into the air for Jaded.

The crowd is in absolute shock as Jade holds Nia up for an extra second, showcasing her dominance, before slamming her down with clinical precision. The impact sends a shockwave through the arena. Jade hooks the leg, pinning the "Irresistible Force" in the center of the ring. One! Two! Three! The streak of the Primetime Bitch remains intact.

Winner and Still Primetime Bitch Champion Jade Cargill

Still clutching her ribs, Nia Jax limps through the backstage area, fuming over her loss. She kicks open the door to her private locker room, expecting to find her partner, Piper Niven, ready to plan their next move. Instead, the room is in shambles. A chair is shattered, and slumped against the far wall is Piper Niven, unconscious and covered in bruises.
Nia freezes, her anger replaced by cold confusion. She kneels beside Piper, shaking her, but Niven remains unresponsive.

Tag Team Matchup - Madison Rayne's Retirement Matchup
Mickie James & Madison Rayne Vs Tha Braid 'N Tha Boss (Bianca BelAir & Sasha Bank

The air in the arena is thick with a bittersweet nostalgia. On one side, Mickie James and the legendary Madison Rayne—the "Queen Bee"—stand together, representing over two decades of excellence. On the other side, the "EST" Bianca Belair and "The Boss" Sasha Banks radiate the kind of modern brilliance that defines the current era. This isn't just a tag team match; it’s a final tribute to a woman who helped bridge the gap between two generations.

The bell rings, and the crowd breaks into a deafening "Thank you, Madison!" chant. Madison starts the match against Sasha Banks. The two engage in a high-level technical exchange, with Sasha targeting the arm and Madison using her veteran savvy to counter into a bridge. Sasha offers a smirk of respect before tagging in Bianca Belair. The strength of the "EST" is immediately apparent as she hoists Madison up for a delayed vertical suplex, but Mickie James makes the save, and the veterans clear the ring, standing side-by-side as the crowd roars.

The momentum shifts when Sasha and Bianca begin to utilize their superior speed. They isolate Mickie James, cutting the ring in half. Sasha delivers a brutal Meteora in the corner, while Bianca follows up with a handspring moonsault. Mickie, ever the "Hardcore Country" warrior, manages to catch Bianca with a desperation neckbreaker, crawling toward her corner. The tag is made, and Madison Rayne enters like a woman possessed.

Madison unleashes a flurry of clotheslines on Sasha, followed by a sliding forearm. She catches Bianca with a tornado DDT off the middle rope, nearly securing the win. The "Queen Bee" is showing the world that she still has the sting that made her a multiple-time champion. She signals for the Rayne Drop, but Sasha intercepts with a Backstabber. The match breaks into a chaotic four-way brawl.

Mickie James takes Bianca to the floor with a diving crossbody off the apron. Inside the ring, Madison and Sasha trade strikes. Madison connects with a stunning big boot, but Sasha responds with the Banks Statement. Madison is inches from the ropes, her career flashing before her eyes, but she manages to roll through the submission.

The closing sequence is a masterclass in tag team wrestling. Mickie returns to the ring and hits the Mickie-DT on Bianca, but the "EST" rolls out of the ring before she can be pinned. Sasha catches Mickie with a knee strike, leaving it down to Madison and Sasha. Madison hits the Rayne Drop! The referee counts: One! Two!— Bianca Belair makes the save at the absolute last millisecond.

Exhausted, Madison tries to set up one last move, but the youth and power of the opponents prove too much. Bianca tags in, hoisting Madison up for the KOD while Sasha simultaneously hits a Backstabber from the top rope—a devastating double-team maneuver. Bianca covers Madison, and the referee’s hand hits the mat for the three-count. The "Queen Bee's" legendary journey has reached its final destination.

Winner: Tha Braid 'N Tha Boss (Bianca BelAir & Sasha Bank

As the bell tolls, Sasha and Bianca immediately drop the competitive persona. They help Madison to her feet, each taking an arm and raising it high for the crowd. Mickie James joins them, embracing her long-time friend with tears in her eyes. Sasha hands Madison a microphone as the entire EAM locker room empties onto the stage to applaud.

"I promised myself I wouldn't cry," Madison says, her voice trembling as she looks out at the sea of fans. "I started this journey as a girl who just wanted to be heard, and I'm leaving it as a woman who helped make sure every woman in this back is listened to. Mickie, thank you for being my sister. Sasha, Bianca... the future isn't just bright, it's golden. Queen Bee out."

She leaves her signature crown on the turnbuckle, taking one final bow before walking through the guard of honor created by her peers.

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Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York


Show opens backstage where we hook up with Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa that is in a heated argument about relying on each other. They don't agree at all, as Ciampa feels that Gargano holds him down, while Gargano argues that Ciampa would never have been where he is today if it wasn't for Gargano. They continue discussing this as general manager Randy Orton walks up to them. He tell them that he would hate to lose what they bring to the roster, just because they cannot agree on minor things. If they really wanna check if the other person is right or not, about being reliable etc. why not test it out? What if we removed everything from you, so you only gotta rely on yourself and your own senses, and not being able to rely on your tag partner? Gargano and Ciampa looks at each other, curious but intrigued. They ask what Orton has in mind. Orton smirks, saying he is the general manager for a reason you know. He know how this business works, and how you fix things. So, at the upcoming PPV " With The Lights Out " You two are gonna face each other, in a Blindfold Match! We cut to the Jamboree vignette....


Tag Team Matchup
reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs Young Bucks

As we get back from commercial break we get a promotional video for the upcoming PPV. We get a video package, telling us how the different matches already added to the card came about. By defeating Charlotte and Natalya, Anna Jay & Tay Conti earned themselves a title match against Piper and Jax, which will stand at this PPV. We also know that Triple C will be defending his Ornate Prime Championship against EAM World Heavyweight Champion; MJF. Just think of the aftermath if MJF actually wins. The EAM universe would never hear the end of it. There will also be no less than three Triple Threat Matches at the show, as Rex Steiner, WALTER and Jon Moxley will square off, not to mention the re-match from Supersplash between CM Punk, Seth Rollins and AJ Styles, as demanded by Punk. And last but not least, DDP Vs John Laurinaitis Vs Randy Orton, in what will surely, once and for all settle who has the best version of " The Cutter. We also lear that the Blindfold match that we learned about earlier between Gargano and Ciampa has been added to the card, and a tag team match, as Orange Cassidy will be teaming up with Shawn Michaels against John Morrison, and a partner of his choosing, which Morrison has promised, hates both Cassidy and Shawn as much as he does. With these announcements, we cut back to the arena for our next match of the evening....

Singles Matchup (Read below first)
Prince Devitt Vs Aaron Stevens

- Have Stevens win by upset.

After the match, Devitt bumps into Danhausen backstage, who once again insist that this would have gone so much better if Finn just let the Demon out. Everybody loves the demon. Something within Finn cracks then, and he grabs Danhausen by the collar, telling him if he wants to see The Demon so much, he will get it. He's sick of hearing it! At the upcoming PPV, Danhausen better brace himself for his worst nightare. And don't even think that Finn is afraid of Danhausen's little jar of teeth...

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We get a promotional video from The Hardyz next. Shot in an abandoned playground, Jeff and Matt sits on the swing.

Matt: Rey Fenix. Pentagon Junior. You flap through this realm with gold around your waists, believing yourselves untouchable. Believing the EAM Tag Team Championships have chosen you. But championships are not won. They are claimed. We are The Hardy Boyz! Two tormented souls shattered across space and time, bonded by pain, betrayal, and eternal violence. You might thrive in chaos… but we were born from it! You might be one of the greatest tag teams that the world ever saw, but your lucha magic only takes you so far in this business. The ring demands sweat, it demands, tears, and it demands blood. Are you ready to give it all? Because if you're not, you will just be another bump in the road of what is The Hardy Boyz road to greatness. You better be prepared. Because if you're not, your names, your legacy, and your bodies will be deleted from this plane of existence....

Jeff: Don't ever say we didn't warn you....

Matt: DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!

Camera cuts and we find ourselves back in the arena for tonights main event....


Singles Matchup
Logan Paul Vs Will Ospreay

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Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York


Show opens backstage where we hook up with Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa that is in a heated argument about relying on each other. They don't agree at all, as Ciampa feels that Gargano holds him down, while Gargano argues that Ciampa would never have been where he is today if it wasn't for Gargano. They continue discussing this as general manager Randy Orton walks up to them. He tell them that he would hate to lose what they bring to the roster, just because they cannot agree on minor things. If they really wanna check if the other person is right or not, about being reliable etc. why not test it out? What if we removed everything from you, so you only gotta rely on yourself and your own senses, and not being able to rely on your tag partner? Gargano and Ciampa looks at each other, curious but intrigued. They ask what Orton has in mind. Orton smirks, saying he is the general manager for a reason you know. He know how this business works, and how you fix things. So, at the upcoming PPV " With The Lights Out " You two are gonna face each other, in a Blindfold Match! We cut to the Jamboree vignette....


Tag Team Matchup
reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs Young Bucks

The chemistry between reDRagon and the Young Bucks is a volatile mix of high-velocity technical wrestling and "Superkick Party" adrenaline. The bell rings and the match instantly enters fifth gear. Kyle O’Reilly and Nick Jackson trade lightning-fast strike combinations in the center of the ring, a blur of roundhouse kicks and sweeping leg takes that leave the crowd breathless.

Bobby Fish showcases his veteran brutality, isolating Matt Jackson by targeting the legs. Fish delivers a series of stiff dragon screws and a sliding lariat that turns Matt inside out. The Bucks find their opening when Nick scales the ropes, hitting a breathtaking corkscrew senton to the outside, wiping out both O'Reilly and Fish. Back in the ring, the Bucks look for the Meltzer Driver, but O'Reilly shows off his world-class grappling, catching Nick mid-air and transitioning into a cross armbreaker.

The closing sequence is a frantic display of counters. Matt Jackson attempts a superkick, but Bobby Fish catches the foot, feeding him right into a brainbuster from O'Reilly. Nick Jackson tries to intervene, but he’s met with Chasing the Dragon. With the Bucks reeling, reDRagon executes a devastating high-low combination on Matt. O'Reilly hooks the leg, and the referee’s hand hits the mat for a monumental, clean victory over the former champions.

Winners: reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish)

The celebration for reDRagon is cut short as a sudden, heavy silence falls over the arena, broken only by the rhythmic thud of combat boots hitting the ring apron. Matt and Jeff Hardy have arrived, but the nostalgia is gone—replaced by a cold, calculating aggression. They dismantle reDRagon with clinical efficiency before turning their steel chairs on the Young Bucks, leaving the ring littered with the bodies of four of the world’s best tag team specialists.

Matt Hardy stands over the wreckage, his eyes wide and piercing. "Penta! Fenix!" he roars toward the rafters. "You think you understand the art of the ladder? You think you’ve mastered the chaos? You have no idea what primal forces you have unleashed. We didn't come back to join your era; we came back to delete it. The Lucha Bros are just another sacrifice on the altar of our resurrection!"

As we get back from commercial break we get a promotional video for the upcoming PPV. We get a video package, telling us how the different matches already added to the card came about. By defeating Charlotte and Natalya, Anna Jay & Tay Conti earned themselves a title match against Piper and Jax, which will stand at this PPV. We also know that Triple C will be defending his Ornate Prime Championship against EAM World Heavyweight Champion; MJF. Just think of the aftermath if MJF actually wins. The EAM universe would never hear the end of it. There will also be no less than three Triple Threat Matches at the show, as Rex Steiner, WALTER and Jon Moxley will square off, not to mention the re-match from Supersplash between CM Punk, Seth Rollins and AJ Styles, as demanded by Punk. And last but not least, DDP Vs John Laurinaitis Vs Randy Orton, in what will surely, once and for all settle who has the best version of " The Cutter. We also lear that the Blindfold match that we learned about earlier between Gargano and Ciampa has been added to the card, and a tag team match, as Orange Cassidy will be teaming up with Shawn Michaels against John Morrison, and a partner of his choosing, which Morrison has promised, hates both Cassidy and Shawn as much as he does. With these announcements, we cut back to the arena for our next match of the evening....

Singles Matchup
Prince Devitt Vs Aaron Stevens

The atmosphere is thick with anticipation as Prince Devitt makes his way to the ring, his movements calculated and predatory. Across from him stands Aaron Stevens, radiating his signature brand of intellectual superiority, though the crowd clearly views him as the underdog against the global phenom.

Devitt wastes no time, using his superior speed to pepper Stevens with stiff leg kicks and a rapid-fire succession of knife-edge chops that echo through the arena. The "Real Rock 'n' Rolla" looks to end it early, hitting a beautiful lungblower followed by a top-rope double foot stomp that nearly secures the victory. Stevens, however, proves to be more resilient than expected, using his technical prowess to ground Devitt and slow the pace, working over the Irishman’s neck with a series of methodical elbow drops.

The momentum shifts back to Devitt after he catches Stevens with a desperation overhead kick. He scales the turnbuckle, looking for the Coup de Grâce, but Stevens rolls out of the way. As Devitt lands, he clutches his knee, and the referee momentarily checks on him. Seizing the distraction, Stevens reaches into his trunks and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. As Devitt stumbles to his feet, Stevens levels him with a devastating right hand. He quickly tosses the evidence and falls into a lateral press. The referee counts: one, two, three! The arena falls into a stunned silence as Aaron Stevens walks away with one of the biggest upsets in EAM history.

Winner: Aaron Stevens

After the match, Devitt bumps into Danhausen backstage, who once again insist that this would have gone so much better if Finn just let the Demon out. Everybody loves the demon. Something within Finn cracks then, and he grabs Danhausen by the collar, telling him if he wants to see The Demon so much, he will get it. He's sick of hearing it! At the upcoming PPV, Danhausen better brace himself for his worst nightare. And don't even think that Finn is afraid of Danhausen's little jar of teeth...

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We get a promotional video from The Hardyz next. Shot in an abandoned playground, Jeff and Matt sits on the swing.

Matt: Rey Fenix. Pentagon Junior. You flap through this realm with gold around your waists, believing yourselves untouchable. Believing the EAM Tag Team Championships have chosen you. But championships are not won. They are claimed. We are The Hardy Boyz! Two tormented souls shattered across space and time, bonded by pain, betrayal, and eternal violence. You might thrive in chaos… but we were born from it! You might be one of the greatest tag teams that the world ever saw, but your lucha magic only takes you so far in this business. The ring demands sweat, it demands, tears, and it demands blood. Are you ready to give it all? Because if you're not, you will just be another bump in the road of what is The Hardy Boyz road to greatness. You better be prepared. Because if you're not, your names, your legacy, and your bodies will be deleted from this plane of existence....

Jeff: Don't ever say we didn't warn you....

Matt: DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!

Camera cuts and we find ourselves back in the arena for tonights main event....


Singles Matchup
Logan Paul Vs Will Ospreay

The energy in the arena is nuclear as Logan Paul, the "Maverick," stands across from the "Aerial Assassin," Will Ospreay. On one side is a natural-born disruptor with a knockout right hand; on the other is arguably the greatest pound-for-pound athlete in professional wrestling.

The bell rings, and the speed is blinding. Ospreay looks to out-maneuver Paul with a series of leapfrogs and a handspring backflip, but Paul shocks the crowd by mirroring the athleticism, landing his own backflip and mocking Ospreay’s signature pose. The "Maverick" isn't just a guest; he is a prodigy. He catches Ospreay with a buckshot lariat that nearly decapitates the Brit, following up with a high-flying crossbody from the top rope to the floor.

Ospreay finds his second wind after absorbing a series of heavy body shots. He catches Paul mid-air with a Spanish Fly, then immediately transitions into a series of Kawada kicks to the head. The physicality turns stiff as they trade forearms in the center of the ring. Paul attempts his "One Lucky Punch," but Ospreay ducks under, hitting a Hidden Blade to the back of Paul’s skull. The impact is sickening, but Paul manages to kick out at 2.9.

The closing sequence is a highlight reel of risk. Paul scales the turnbuckle and attempts a record-breaking frog splash, but Ospreay moves at the last millisecond. As Paul staggers to his feet, Ospreay hits an OsCutter off the ropes. Sensing the end, Ospreay signals for the Stormbreaker. Paul tries to fight out with elbows, but Ospreay hoists him high and drives him into the canvas with clinical precision. The referee counts: one, two, three. Ospreay stands victorious, but the look of shock on his face tells the story—Logan Paul pushed the "Billy GOAT" to his absolute limit.

Winner: Will Ospreay

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Episode #82


Show opens with a re-cap video from " The Ann Gunkel Testimonial " PPV, where we get to see all the action, not to mention the sentimental moments happening at the show. There is no doubt that EAM's 4th " Women's Only " was a success, something that means EAM will continue to honor the women of the business with a annual PPV, just for them...

Then we cut to the backstage area, where we once agaon hook up with Skye Blue and the mysterious woman, who was present during Skye Blue's match against Leyla Hirsch at the PPV. The mysterious woman tell Skye that she is pleased, and a bit impressed. Now, there is only one last step to take, and they can set everything in motion. It will change the landscape of women's wrestling for all future. There is no doubt. Now they only need to get rid of the last obstacle.... We cut to the Spotlight vignette....

Tag Team Matchup
Kris Statlander & Wendy Choo Vs The Hex (Allysin Kay & Marti Belle)

As we get back from commercial break, we cut to the backstage area, where we hook up with the EAM Women's Tag Team Champions. Nia is concerned, because of last weeks attack, and she is hellbent on finding out who it was. Suddenly the #1 Contenders for their titles, Anna Jay and Tay Conti walks by, they make some jokes, but also telling Piper and Nia that they expect both women to be at their best when they face off for those titles, as neither Anna or Tay would want the reputation thet they took the titles from a tag team in shambles. They leave then, making Nia even more angry. She even goes so far, suggesting to Piper it might have been them. Doesn't Piper remember anything? We cut back to the arena for our next match of the evening....

Singles Matchup
Raquel González Vs Stephanie Vaquer

Before our main event is about to begin, Bianca and Sasha cut's a promo in the ring, telling how great it is back, not to mention for all the fans, who get to witness the two greatest performers of today in action. This get some booo's from the audience, then music cranks the speakers and Charlotte and Natalya enters the stage. This is a match they need to win, not only because of their downfall as of late, but to prove Sasha and Bianca wrong...

Tag Team Matchup
Charlotte Flair & Natalya Neidhart Vs Tha Braid & Tha Boss (Bianca Belair & Sasha Banks)

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Episode #82


Show opens with a re-cap video from " The Ann Gunkel Testimonial " PPV, where we get to see all the action, not to mention the sentimental moments happening at the show. There is no doubt that EAM's 4th " Women's Only " was a success, something that means EAM will continue to honor the women of the business with a annual PPV, just for them...

Then we cut to the backstage area, where we once again hook up with Skye Blue and the mysterious woman, who was present during Skye Blue's match against Leyla Hirsch at the PPV. The mysterious woman tell Skye that she is pleased, and a bit impressed. Now, there is only one last step to take, and they can set everything in motion. It will change the landscape of women's wrestling for all future. There is no doubt. Now they only need to get rid of the last obstacle.... We cut to the Spotlight vignette....

Tag Team Matchup
Kris Statlander & Wendy Choo Vs The Hex (Allysin Kay & Marti Belle)

The bell rings and the veteran savvy of The Hex is immediately on display. Allysin Kay and Marti Belle utilize quick tags to isolate Wendy Choo, grounding the sleepy striker with a series of heavy chops and a double-team neckbreaker. Kay taunts the crowd, but her overconfidence allows Choo to roll through a suplex attempt and tag in the "Galaxy’s Greatest Alien."

Kris Statlander explodes into the ring, taking out Belle with a discus lariat and dropping Kay with a stalling vertical suplex. The strength differential becomes the story as Statlander fends off both members of The Hex simultaneously. Choo, now rejuvenated, climbs the turnbuckle and delivers a crossbody to Belle on the floor, leaving Kay alone in the ring.

Statlander catches Kay in a precarious position, deadlifting her into the Friday Night Fever. Choo rolls back into the ring to cut off Belle with a sleep-mist-inspired strike, allowing Statlander to bridge into the pinfall.

Winners: Kris Statlander & Wendy Choo

As we get back from commercial break, we cut to the backstage area, where we hook up with the EAM Women's Tag Team Champions. Nia is concerned, because of last weeks attack, and she is hellbent on finding out who it was. Suddenly the #1 Contenders for their titles, Anna Jay and Tay Conti walks by, they make some jokes, but also telling Piper and Nia that they expect both women to be at their best when they face off for those titles, as neither Anna or Tay would want the reputation thet they took the titles from a tag team in shambles. They leave then, making Nia even more angry. She even goes so far, suggesting to Piper it might have been them. Doesn't Piper remember anything? We cut back to the arena for our next match of the evening....

Singles Matchup
Raquel González Vs Stephanie Vaquer

This is a classic clash of styles. Raquel uses her massive strength advantage early, tossing Vaquer across the ring with ease. However, the "Primera" of Chile remains composed, utilizing her world-class technical skills to target Raquel’s base. Vaquer transitions from a dragon screw leg whip into a tight cloverleaf, forcing the powerhouse to crawl toward the ropes.

The closing sequence is a masterclass in timing. Raquel attempts the Chingona Bomb, but Vaquer counters mid-air, shifting her weight into a sunset flip. Raquel kicks out, but Vaquer immediately follows up with a series of stiff headbutts and a La Chilena (Springboard Moonsault). As Raquel staggers to her feet, Vaquer catches her in a lightning-fast small package for the three-count.

Winner: Stephanie Vaquer

As Vaquer celebrates on the ramp, the mood shifts. Kamille blindsides Raquel from behind, leveling her with a thunderous Spear. The "Brickhouse" doesn't stop there; she rains down heavy elbows before dragging Raquel to the corner. Kamille delivers a brutal powerbomb into the turnbuckles, then stands over the fallen González, screaming that there is only room for one "Powerhouse" in this division. Officials scramble to pull Kamille away as Raquel remains motionless.

Before our main event is about to begin, Bianca and Sasha cut's a promo in the ring, telling how great it is back, not to mention for all the fans, who get to witness the two greatest performers of today in action. This get some booo's from the audience, then music cranks the speakers and Charlotte and Natalya enters the stage. This is a match they need to win, not only because of their downfall as of late, but to prove Sasha and Bianca wrong...

Tag Team Matchup
Charlotte Flair & Natalya Neidhart Vs Tha Braid & Tha Boss (Bianca Belair & Sasha Banks)

The atmosphere is electric as the "Queen" and the "BOAT" face off against the most dominant duo in modern wrestling. The match begins with a technical clinic between Natalya and Sasha Banks. Natalya looks to prove she hasn't lost a step, countering Sasha’s agility with traditional wrestling. However, once Bianca Belair tags in, the momentum shifts. Bianca’s raw athleticism leaves Charlotte Flair visibly frustrated on the apron.

Charlotte eventually tags in, and the pace quickens. The Queen and the EST trade power moves—a spear from Charlotte is answered by a vertical suplex from Bianca that holds Flair in the air for ten seconds. The mid-match turns into a chaotic brawl. Natalya locks the Sharpshooter on Sasha, but Banks uses her core strength to transition into the Bank Statement. Charlotte breaks it up with a Big Boot, only to be leveled by a Spinebuster from Belair.

The frustration for the veterans becomes palpable. Natalya and Charlotte begin to argue over a missed blind tag, showcasing the cracks in their veteran foundation. Taking advantage of the discord, Sasha hits a Backstabber on Natalya, who stumbles right into the waiting arms of Bianca Belair.

Bianca hoists Natalya up for the K.O.D. (Kiss of Death). Simultaneously, Sasha executes a diving Meteora off the top rope to take Charlotte out of the equation on the floor. Bianca slams Natalya down, and Sasha slides back in to secure the double-team pinfall.

Winners: Tha Braid & Tha Boss (Bianca Belair & Sasha Banks)

The camera lingers on Charlotte and Natalya. While Bianca and Sasha celebrate. Charlotte refuses to help Natalya up, walking past her former friend with a look of cold disdain. The downfall isn't just coming—it’s here, as the veterans realize they can no longer keep up with the speed and synergy of the new era.

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Logan Paul is pacing back and forth, visibly irritated, still sweaty from his latest loss. He rips tape off his wrists while muttering under his breath. Aaron Stevens calmly walks into frame, dressed impeccably, hands clasped behind his back.

Stevens:
“Logan… Logan… Logan. Seems like the Trending Megastar got some problems as of late. Your state right now, that’s not the trajectory of a megastar. That’s the trajectory of a cautionary tale.”

Logan stops pacing.

Logan:
“Careful.”

Stevens (smirking):
“Oh, I’m not here to insult you. Quite the opposite. I’m here because I recognize potential when I see it. Athleticism. Charisma. Influence. You have every tool necessary to dominate this company.”

Stevens steps closer.

Stevens:
“But tools are useless without direction.”

Logan squares up slightly.

Logan:
“You got a point, or you just like hearing yourself talk?”

Stevens:
“My point… is cooperation.”

Stevens adjusts his cuffs.

Stevens:
“You have reach. You have eyes on you at all times. I have experience. Strategy. A mind for this business that very few possess. Separately? We struggle. Together? We control the narrative.”

Logan studies him, skeptical.

Logan:
“And what’s in it for you?”

Stevens smiles faintly.

Stevens:
“Longevity. Influence. Championships. I don’t need to be the loudest man in the room… I simply need to stand next to the right one.”

He extends his hand.

Stevens:
“Think about it, Logan. Right now, you’re trending downward. With me? You trend inevitable.”

Logan looks at the hand… doesn’t shake it.

Logan:
“I don’t need a manager.”

Stevens:
“Good. Because I’m not offering to manage you.”

A pause.

Stevens (low tone):
“I’m offering to build something that benefits us both.”

Stevens slowly lowers his hand.

Stevens:
“I’ll let you consider it. Just remember… the next loss might not be as forgiving.”

Stevens walks off calmly as the camera stays on Logan, conflicted, ego battling practicality.... We cut to the Jamboree vignette...


Tag Team Matchup
Young Bucks (Nick & Matt) Vs Kings Of Wrestling (Triple C & Chris Hero)

As we get back from commercial break, we get a promotional video from Danhausen.

Danhausen: “Ohhh no, no, no, Prince Devitt… you misunderstand Danhausen, yes you do. Danhausen did not request The Demon. Not at all. Danhausen simply told the truth. The people chant for the paint. They scream for the smoke. They crave the creature in the shadows… because the ‘normal’ Devitt is… how do you say… mildly disappointing.”

Danhausen adjusts his teeth pouch, smirking.

Danhausen: “But if you insist on unleashing The Demon? Very well! Danhausen loves demons. Collects curses. Enjoys chaos very much. Just remember… when you summon a demon… sometimes it is not the demon who takes the soul.”

Danhausen points at the camera.

Danhausen: “And if The Demon comes for Danhausen… he may leave owing him money.”

“Very evil. Very confident.”

We cut back to the arena for our next matchup...

Singles Matchup
Hook Vs David Benoit

Before our main event, we get a promo video from EAM's Tag Team Champions, responding to Matt and Jeff's challenge last week. The EAM Tag Team Championship belts rest on their shoulders. Pentagon Jr. steps forward first, intense, unblinking.

Pentagon Jr.:
“Broken… you speak of deletion. You speak of souls.”

He taps the title belt.

“But these championships are not from your universe. They are from ours.”

“CERO… MIEDO.”

Rey Fenix steps in, pacing slightly, energy radiating.

Rey Fenix:
“You say you were born in chaos? We were forged in fire. In pain. In sacrifice. You play with darkness… we survived it.”

Pentagon raises his hand in the signature taunt.

Pentagon Jr.:
“You want the EAM Tag Team Championships? Then bring your broken bodies… bring your madness… bring your ‘wonderful.’”

He leans closer to the camera.

“Because when you step into our ring… your souls will not be deleted.”

“They will be sacrificed.”

Both together:
“¡CERO MIEDO!”

We cut back to the arena for our main event of the evening....

Tag Team Matchup
Kenny Omega & Adam Cole Vs reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish)

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Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York


Logan Paul is pacing back and forth, visibly irritated, still sweaty from his latest loss. He rips tape off his wrists while muttering under his breath. Aaron Stevens calmly walks into frame, dressed impeccably, hands clasped behind his back.

Stevens:
“Logan… Logan… Logan. Seems like the Trending Megastar got some problems as of late. Your state right now, that’s not the trajectory of a megastar. That’s the trajectory of a cautionary tale.”

Logan stops pacing.

Logan:
“Careful.”

Stevens (smirking):
“Oh, I’m not here to insult you. Quite the opposite. I’m here because I recognize potential when I see it. Athleticism. Charisma. Influence. You have every tool necessary to dominate this company.”

Stevens steps closer.

Stevens:
“But tools are useless without direction.”

Logan squares up slightly.

Logan:
“You got a point, or you just like hearing yourself talk?”

Stevens:
“My point… is cooperation.”

Stevens adjusts his cuffs.

Stevens:
“You have reach. You have eyes on you at all times. I have experience. Strategy. A mind for this business that very few possess. Separately? We struggle. Together? We control the narrative.”

Logan studies him, skeptical.

Logan:
“And what’s in it for you?”

Stevens smiles faintly.

Stevens:
“Longevity. Influence. Championships. I don’t need to be the loudest man in the room… I simply need to stand next to the right one.”

He extends his hand.

Stevens:
“Think about it, Logan. Right now, you’re trending downward. With me? You trend inevitable.”

Logan looks at the hand… doesn’t shake it.

Logan:
“I don’t need a manager.”

Stevens:
“Good. Because I’m not offering to manage you.”

A pause.

Stevens (low tone):
“I’m offering to build something that benefits us both.”

Stevens slowly lowers his hand.

Stevens:
“I’ll let you consider it. Just remember… the next loss might not be as forgiving.”

Stevens walks off calmly as the camera stays on Logan, conflicted, ego battling practicality.... We cut to the Jamboree vignette...


Tag Team Matchup
Young Bucks (Nick & Matt) Vs Kings Of Wrestling (Triple C & Chris Hero)

The atmosphere in the arena is a powder keg as the bell rings. This is the ultimate clash of philosophies: the high-octane, "spot-monkey" brilliance of Matt and Nick Jackson versus the "Big Rig" power and European technicality of Claudio Castagnoli (Triple C) and Chris Hero.

The match begins with a display of pure strength. Claudio catches Nick Jackson mid-crossbody, holding him aloft with a one-armed press before casually tossing him into a Hero big boot. The Kings of Wrestling dominate the early proceedings, utilizing frequent tags and "Krav Maga" inspired strikes. Hero’s rolling elbows are terrifying, one of which nearly decapitates Matt Jackson on the apron. For ten grueling minutes, the Bucks are grounded. Claudio’s Giant Swing on Nick goes for twenty rotations, leaving the younger Jackson brother visibly nauseated and struggling to find his corner.

The tide turns when Claudio attempts a second-rope powerbomb. Nick counters with a breathtaking hurricanrana in mid-air, finally reaching Matt for the hot tag. The pace immediately accelerates to a breakneck speed:

Matt enters with a series of northern lights suplexes on Hero, transitioning from one to another across the entire ring.

The Bucks execute a stereo dropkick to Claudio, followed by a risky dive over the top rope that wipes out both Kings on the floor.

Back in the ring, Hero attempts a Cerebral Cortex elbow, but the Bucks duck, and he inadvertently strikes Claudio.

The closing sequence is a masterclass in synchronization. The Kings attempt their legendary KRS-One finisher, but Nick intercepts Hero with a springboard facebuster. With Claudio isolated, the Bucks unleash a Superkick Party, hitting the Swiss powerhouse from both sides until he’s down on one knee.

Sensing the end, the brothers lock eyes. They hoist Claudio up, and Nick ascends the turnbuckle. The Meltzer Driver connects with surgical precision. Matt holds the bridge, the referee’s hand hits the mat three times, and the Young Bucks escape with a victory against two of the most dangerous heavyweights in the world. The crowd is on its feet, acknowledging that while the Kings have the power, the Bucks have the pulse of modern wrestling.

Winners: Young Bucks

As we get back from commercial break, we get a promotional video from Danhausen.

Danhausen: “Ohhh no, no, no, Prince Devitt… you misunderstand Danhausen, yes you do. Danhausen did not request The Demon. Not at all. Danhausen simply told the truth. The people chant for the paint. They scream for the smoke. They crave the creature in the shadows… because the ‘normal’ Devitt is… how do you say… mildly disappointing.”

Danhausen adjusts his teeth pouch, smirking.

Danhausen: “But if you insist on unleashing The Demon? Very well! Danhausen loves demons. Collects curses. Enjoys chaos very much. Just remember… when you summon a demon… sometimes it is not the demon who takes the soul.”

Danhausen points at the camera.

Danhausen: “And if The Demon comes for Danhausen… he may leave owing him money.”

“Very evil. Very confident.”

We cut back to the arena for our next matchup...

Singles Matchup
Hook Vs David Benoit

The air is thick with legacy as Hook faces David Benoit. Benoit displays a fundamental, gritty style, utilizing snap suplexes and sharp chops that echo his father's intensity. He catches Hook in a crossface early, forcing "The Cold-Hearted Handsome Devil" to scramble for the ropes.

Hook, however, is unfazed. He shifts the momentum with his signature overhead belly-to-belly suplex, showcasing surprising power. Benoit attempts a diving headbutt from the top turnbuckle, but Hook moves at the last millisecond. As Benoit crashes, Hook pounces like a predator. He transitions seamlessly from a waist lock into a series of judo throws. Before Benoit can recover, Hook sinks in the Redrum. The technical precision is undeniable; Benoit fights, but the oxygen is cut off. Benoit fades, and the referee calls for the bell. Hook stands over his opponent, emotionless, his winning streak intact.

Winner: Hook

Before our main event, we get a promo video from EAM's Tag Team Champions, responding to Matt and Jeff's challenge last week. The EAM Tag Team Championship belts rest on their shoulders. Pentagon Jr. steps forward first, intense, unblinking.

Pentagon Jr.:
“Broken… you speak of deletion. You speak of souls.”

He taps the title belt.

“But these championships are not from your universe. They are from ours.”

“CERO… MIEDO.”

Rey Fenix steps in, pacing slightly, energy radiating.

Rey Fenix:
“You say you were born in chaos? We were forged in fire. In pain. In sacrifice. You play with darkness… we survived it.”

Pentagon raises his hand in the signature taunt.

Pentagon Jr.:
“You want the EAM Tag Team Championships? Then bring your broken bodies… bring your madness… bring your ‘wonderful.’”

He leans closer to the camera.

“Because when you step into our ring… your souls will not be deleted.”

“They will be sacrificed.”

Both together:
“¡CERO MIEDO!”

We cut back to the arena for our main event of the evening....

Tag Team Matchup
Kenny Omega & Adam Cole Vs reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish)

This is a masterclass in professional wrestling. Kenny Omega and Adam Cole represent the pinnacle of star power, while Kyle O’Reilly and Bobby Fish represent the pinnacle of tactical violence. The match begins with technical grappling, with O’Reilly and Omega trading holds in a sequence that feels like a high-stakes chess match.

As the match progresses, "The Superkliq" duo gains the upper hand through sheer athleticism. Cole lands a Ushigoroshi on Fish, and Omega follows up with a V-Trigger that nearly knocks Fish out of his boots. They look to end it early with a double-team "One-Winged Angel" attempt, but O’Reilly saves his partner with a diving knee strike to Omega’s surgically repaired shoulder.

The Momentum Shift: reDRagon begins to systematically dismantle Omega’s arm. Fish utilizes his "Space Rolling Elbow" while O’Reilly applies various armbars. Cole tries to intervene, but he’s caught in the Chasing the Dragon (Vertical suplex lift into a roundhouse kick).

The finish is a chaotic masterpiece. Omega manages to hit a Snap Dragon Suplex on O’Reilly, but his arm gives out. As Omega reaches for a tag, Bobby Fish sweeps Cole off the apron. Isolated and injured, Omega turns into a devastating Total Elimination (Leg sweep/Clothesline combo). O’Reilly immediately transitions into an Armageddon Armbar. Omega fights, but with Cole neutralized on the outside, he has no choice but to tap. reDRagon secures a massive tactical victory over the two superstars.

Winners: ReDragon

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Episode #83


The show starts with a promo from Raquel González, adressing Kamille and her cowardly attack last week. Luckily for her, the doctor has told Raquel to stay calm and relaxed for a week, but don't you ever think for a second that Raquel will forget this... We cut to the Spotlight vignette...


Singles Matchup
Stephanie Vaquer Vs Kamille

As we get back from commercial break, we get a promotional video for Skye Blue, where we can see her progress since she arrived. There is no doubt that the people upstairs are impressed by her, and to prove that devotion, hard work and never give up attitude pays off, she is now the #1 contender for Mickie's Center of Attention Championship. A win over Mickie could easily skyrocket Skye's career, right into the blue....

NWA World Women's Championship Matchup
Kenzie Paige (c) Vs Natalia Markova

We get another Piper and Jax segment next, with Nia still trying to find out who attacked Piper. She also reminds Piper that they got a tag team title match coming up, against former EAM Tag Team Champions, not to mention. So Nia really hopes Piper is good to go. Just think about it, if this is the reason they will be dethroned as champions. Not bloody likely that Nia will let that happen. She will find out who attacked Piper, and meanwhile, Piper needs to focus and recover. They cannot let this be the demise of the most powerful tag team that the division ever saw....

Tag Team Matchup
Becky Lynch & AJ Lee Vs Taya Valkyrie & Candice LeRae

As the show is about to come to an end, we cut to the backstage area where we hook up with Skye Blue, who is excited, teling the mysterious woman about the news, and how she finally got the chance to step up the ladder. But the mysterious woman cuts her short, reminding her that this has nothing to do about the title. It was never about the title. But the fact that they need to remove the biggest obstacle for every girls progress and expansion in this business. No, titles will come, she can assure Skye about that. But this time, things runs much deeper than gold. Remember, Skye doesn't only do this for herself, but for every other supressed woman in this business.....

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Episode #83


The show starts with a promo from Raquel González, adressing Kamille and her cowardly attack last week. Luckily for her, the doctor has told Raquel to stay calm and relaxed for a week, but don't you ever think for a second that Raquel will forget this... We cut to the Spotlight vignette...


Singles Matchup
Stephanie Vaquer Vs Kamille

The atmosphere is electric as the "Brickhouse" Kamille towers over the Chilean sensation, Stephanie Vaquer. As the bell rings, Kamille immediately asserts her dominance, using her sheer power to toss Vaquer across the ring with a gutwrench suplex. Vaquer, known for her world-class technical prowess and luchadora roots, refuses to stay down. She utilizes her speed to chip away at Kamille’s base, delivering stiff leg kicks and a breathtaking tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that momentarily grounds the powerhouse.

The momentum shifts back and forth; Kamille’s raw strength meets Vaquer’s calculated aggression. Just as Kamille sets up for her devastating Spear, the arena is suddenly pierced by a familiar, heavy bassline. Raquel Rodriguez’s music blares through the speakers.

Kamille freezes. Her eyes dart to the entrance ramp, jaw clenched in anticipation of a confrontation with her longtime rival. The referee looks on, equally confused. Seconds tick by, but the curtain never moves. The "Big Mami Cool" is nowhere to be seen.

Realizing she’s been baited, Kamille turns back around—but it’s too late. Vaquer is already mid-air. She catches Kamille in a lightning-fast La Casita roll-up. Vaquer hooks the tights just enough for leverage as the referee counts: One, two, three!

Winner: Stephanie Vaquer

As we get back from commercial break, we get a promotional video for Skye Blue, where we can see her progress since she arrived. There is no doubt that the people upstairs are impressed by her, and to prove that devotion, hard work and never give up attitude pays off, she is now the #1 contender for Mickie's Center of Attention Championship. A win over Mickie could easily skyrocket Skye's career, right into the blue....

NWA World Women's Championship Matchup
Kenzie Paige (c) Vs Natalia Markova

The "Burke" is on the line as the crafty champion Kenzie Paige defends against the "Crush" Natalia Markova. Markova starts the match with a fire that catches Paige off guard, nearly ending the night early with a beautiful spinning heel kick. The challenger’s strikes are crisp, and her confidence is visible as she tosses the champion into the turnbuckles with a flurry of forearms.

However, Kenzie Paige didn’t become the face of the NWA by accident. She plays the "smart" game, rolling out of the ring to break Markova’s rhythm whenever the pressure mounts. Paige begins targeting Markova’s left knee, utilizing the ring post and the ropes to weaken the challenger's foundation.

As the match reaches its crescendo, Markova attempts her signature Beautiful Destruction, but her weakened knee buckles upon impact. Sensing the end, Paige capitalizes with a thumb to the eye—unseen by the official—and plants Markova with the Kenzie Cutter.

Paige hooks both legs, staring intensely into the camera as the referee hits the mat for the final time. The champion escapes once again, gold still firmly around her waist.

Winner and STILL NWA World Women’s Champion: Kenzie Paige

We get another Piper and Jax segment next, with Nia still trying to find out who attacked Piper. She also reminds Piper that they got a tag team title match coming up, against former EAM Tag Team Champions, not to mention. So Nia really hopes Piper is good to go. Just think about it, if this is the reason they will be dethroned as champions. Not bloody likely that Nia will let that happen. She will find out who attacked Piper, and meanwhile, Piper needs to focus and recover. They cannot let this be the demise of the most powerful tag team that the division ever saw....

Tag Team Matchup
Becky Lynch & AJ Lee Vs Taya Valkyrie & Candice LeRae

This "Dream Team" pairing of Becky Lynch and AJ Lee looks unstoppable on paper, but the cracks in the foundation are visible from the start. Opposite them stand Taya Valkyrie and Candice LeRae, a duo defined by ruthless efficiency and years of chemistry.

The match begins with AJ Lee showcasing her signature unpredictable offense, catching Taya in a "Black Widow" early on. When AJ reaches for the tag, Becky Lynch enters the ring with a swagger that borders on arrogance. "The Man" is feeling herself tonight, playing to the crowd and performing theatrical leg drops.

As the match progresses, Becky’s ego takes over. She begins treating the bout like a handicap match, ignoring AJ’s outstretched hand. Every time AJ calls for a tag to maintain the pressure, Becky waves her off, shouting, "I've got this, AJ! Watch a real GOAT work!"

Taya and Candice, sensing the internal collapse, begin double-teaming Becky behind the ref’s back. After a brutal sequence where Taya hits a Road to Valhalla followed by a Wicked Stepsister from LeRae, Becky is reeling. Gasping for air, she finally lunges for her corner to tag AJ.

AJ Lee doesn't move. She stares at Becky’s desperate hand, then slowly adjusts her wristbands and hops off the apron. With a cold, mocking skip, AJ turns her back on the match and heads up the ramp, leaving Becky alone.

Taya and Candice swarm like sharks. Taya holds Becky up while Candice delivers a devastating springboard moonsault. One three-count later, the "Dream Team" is a nightmare.

Winners: Taya Valkyrie & Candice LeRae

As the show is about to come to an end, we cut to the backstage area where we hook up with Skye Blue, who is excited, teling the mysterious woman about the news, and how she finally got the chance to step up the ladder. But the mysterious woman cuts her short, reminding her that this has nothing to do about the title. It was never about the title. But the fact that they need to remove the biggest obstacle for every girls progress and expansion in this business. No, titles will come, she can assure Skye about that. But this time, things runs much deeper than gold. Remember, Skye doesn't only do this for herself, but for every other supressed woman in this business.....

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Triple Threat Matchup
Rex Steiner Vs WALTER Vs Jon Moxley

EAM Women's Tag Team Championships Matchup
Samoan Scotch (Piper Niven & Nia Jax) (c) Vs TayJay (Anna Jay & Tay Conti)

Singles Matchup
Danhausen Vs " The Demon " Prince Devitt

Triple Threat Matchup
DDP Vs John Laurinaitis Vs Randy Orton

Tag Team Matchup
Orange Cassidy & Shawn Michaels Vs John Morrison & TBA

EAM Center of Attention Championship Matchup
Mickie James (c) Vs Skye Blue

Blindfold Matchup
Johnny Gargano Vs Tommaso Ciampa

EAM Tag Team Championships Matchup
The Lucha Bros (Rey Fenix & Pentagon Jr.) (c) Vs The Broken Hardyz (Broken Matt & Brother Nero)

Ornate Prime Championship Matchup
Triple C (c) Vs MJF

Triple Threat Matchup
CM Punk Vs Seth Rollins Vs AJ Styles

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Triple Threat Matchup
Rex Steiner Vs WALTER Vs Jon Moxley

The arena lights dim to a deep crimson as the atmosphere thickens with the scent of impending violence. This isn't just a match; it’s a collision of three distinct eras of brutality. In one corner stands Rex Steiner, the genetic powerhouse carrying the Steiner legacy; in the other, WALTER (Gunther), the "Ring General" whose chops sound like gunshots; and finally, Jon Moxley, the wild card who bleeds for the sake of the craft.

The bell rings, and the sound of silence is immediately broken by WALTER. He doesn't go for a move; he delivers a thunderous open-hand chop to Steiner’s chest. The sound echoes like a whip crack. Moxley, grinning like a madman, goads WALTER into hitting him too. WALTER obliges.

The match quickly spills outside. Steiner showcases his freakish athleticism, catching Moxley mid-suicide dive and overhead belly-to-belly suplexing him onto the thin floor padding. WALTER meets Steiner on the outside, and the two giants trade forearms until Moxley emerges from under the ring with a trash can lid, smashing it across both men's skulls.

Moxley isn't interested in a wrestling clinic; he wants a crime scene. He drags a ladder from the entrance ramp and bridges it between the ring apron and the announce table.

Inside the ring, Steiner finds his second wind. He catches WALTER in a spinning sit-out powerbomb, but the pin is broken when Moxley tosses a steel chair directly into Steiner’s face. Moxley begins to set up a "home gym" of horror:

Two chairs are set up back-to-back, A pane of glass (brought out by "fans" in the front row) is leaned against the turnbuckle.
Steel steps are dismantled and brought into the squared circle.

WALTER, recovered and disgusted by the toys, boots Moxley in the face. He grabs the steel steps—a massive piece of industrial metal—and slams them into Moxley's ribs. The Ring General then turns his attention to Steiner, placing him on the top rope. He attempts a superplex, but Moxley recovers, slipping under WALTER for a Tower of Doom powerbomb. The ring shakes, and the crowd is on its feet.

Honoring a Legend: Enter "Barbie"
Moxley rolls out of the ring, his forehead already a crimson mask. He searches frantically under the ring apron, tossing aside mallets and kendo sticks until he finds it: "Barbie." The baseball bat wrapped in jagged barbed wire, a tribute to the "Hardcore Legend" Mick Foley.

Steiner is just getting to his knees when Moxley slides back in. The "Genetic Freak" looks at the wire with wide eyes. Moxley doesn't hesitate. He swings, catching Steiner across the midsection, the wire snagging on Rex’s singlet and tearing into his skin. Moxley drags the wire across Steiner's forehead, honoring Foley with every bloody inch.

Steiner screams, but the adrenaline of his lineage kicks in. He ducks a second swing, lifts Moxley high, and executes a Gorilla Press Slam—dropping Moxley directly onto the bridge of the ladder outside the ring. The ladder buckles, snapping in half as Moxley’s body crumples.

With Moxley effectively neutralized and gasping for air among the wreckage of the ladder, the focus shifts to the two behemoths.

Steiner, face masked in blood from "Barbie," turns to WALTER. He tries for a Steiner Recliner, but WALTER’s sheer size makes it impossible to lock in. WALTER powers up, his face a mask of cold, calculated rage.

Outside, Moxley attempts to climb back in, but he’s dazed. He grabs one of the steel steps to use as a shield, but in his exhaustion, he trips. WALTER sees the opening. He leans over the ropes and delivers a brutal "Big Boot" that sends the steel steps recoiling back into Moxley’s own head. Moxley collapses, hitting the concrete floor with a sickening thud. He is out cold, a victim of his own weaponry.

The ring is now a graveyard of broken wood and twisted wire. Steiner charges for a spear, but WALTER catches him mid-air.
A final, deafening strike to Steiner's bruised chest.
WALTER lifts the 230-pound Steiner like he’s a cruiserweight and slams him onto the pile of chairs Moxley set up earlier.

Steiner tries to kick out, but WALTER immediately transitions into a Sleeper Hold, then lets go just to deliver a devastating Emerald Flowsion onto a trash can.

WALTER stacks Steiner up, his hand hooked deep under the leg.
One. Two. Three.

WALTER stands alone in the wreckage, the undisputed victor of a triple-threat bloodbath.

Winner: WALTER

EAM Women's Tag Team Championships Matchup
Samoan Scotch (Piper Niven & Nia Jax) (c) Vs TayJay (Anna Jay & Tay Conti)

The arena lights pulse with a golden hue as the challengers, TayJay, make their way to the ring with a blend of confidence and tactical caution. They know the mountain they have to climb. Opposite them stand the EAM Women’s Tag Team Champions, the formidable duo known as Samoan Scotch. Nia Jax looks indifferent to the threat, while Piper Niven moves with a slight stiffness—a lingering reminder of the brutal assault she suffered weeks prior.

The bell rings, and Anna Jay attempts to use her speed to catch Nia Jax off guard. She locks in a sleeper hold early, jumping onto the back of the "Samoan Force of Nature." Nia doesn’t even look bothered; she simply backs Anna into the corner with a sickening thud, knocking the wind out of the "Queen Slayer."

Nia tags in Piper, and the champions begin a systematic dismantling. Piper Niven uses her massive frame to crush Anna in the corner with a cannonball senton. However, as Piper rolls through, she clutches her ribs, grimacing in visible pain. Sensing a weakness, Tay Conti screams for the tag.

Tay enters the ring like a lightning bolt. She utilizes her Judo background, hitting a series of stiff kicks to Piper’s midsection.

Anna Jay and Tay Conti recognized that power-for-power, they couldn't match the champions. Instead, they fought like sharks sensing blood, zeroing in on Piper’s bandaged ribs. Every kick and forearm was surgically placed to aggravate her internal bruising, effectively neutralizing the Scotsman’s legendary strength and forcing Nia Jax into a defensive panic.

The sequence was a masterpiece of tag-team chemistry. Anna gripped Piper for a snap neckbreaker while Tay provided the momentum-boosting impact. As Piper lay dazed, Anna ascended the ropes with fluid grace, launching a springboard Moonsault. She soared through the air, her full body weight crashing down like a hammer onto Niven’s sternum.

For a moment, it looks like the titles are changing hands. The crowd is deafening as Anna locks the Queen’s Slayer on Piper. Niven’s face turns purple, her hand hovering over the canvas to tap. But just as the referee leans in, Nia Jax charges across the ring, discarding Tay Conti like a ragdoll and breaking the submission with a leg drop across Anna's spine.

The match breaks down into chaos. Tay Conti tries to take Nia out with a DDT on the apron, but Nia catches her mid-air and drives her spine-first into the ring post.

Inside the ring, Piper Niven finds her second wind. Despite the agonizing pain in her ribs, she catches a diving Anna Jay and hit a Michinoku Driver that nearly puts Anna through the ring boards. Piper doesn’t go for the pin yet; she drags Anna to the corner and tags in Nia.

Nia Jax climbs the ropes—a terrifying sight. She delivers the Annialator (Bonsai Drop) with soul-crushing force. Piper stands guard, intercepting a recovering Tay Conti with a devastating crossbody.

One. Two. Three.

[Winners and Still EAM Women’s Tag Team Champions: Samoan Scotch

The referee hands the titles to the victors. Nia Jax raises her belt high, but the celebration is cut short. Piper Niven collapses to one knee, clutching her side, her breathing heavy and labored. Nia drops her title to check on her partner, showing a rare moment of genuine concern.

Suddenly, the arena lights flicker and die. When the emergency strobes kick in, two figures in obsidian-black masks and tactical gear are already in the ring. They move with professional efficiency. One strikes Nia with a collapsible baton to the back of the knee, while the other delivers a stiff, running knee to Piper’s injured ribs.

The assault is surgical and brief. Before security can even reach the ringside barricade, the masked attackers roll under the bottom rope and vanish into the crowd through the darkened concourse. Nia and Piper are left shattered in the center of the ring, their championship celebration turned into a crime scene.

Singles Matchup
Danhausen Vs " The Demon " Prince Devitt

The atmosphere shifts from whimsical to macabre as the lights flicker between a neon green and a soul-piercing crimson. Danhausen stands in the ring, striking his signature pose and attempting to summon a curse, but the arena goes cold. The heartbeat of a war drum echoes, and "The Demon" Prince Devitt emerges, crawling through a fog of dry ice, his body painted in intricate, terrifying patterns of teeth and eyes.

The bell rings, and Danhausen immediately tries to "curse" the Demon. He points his fingers with frantic energy, but Devitt doesn't flinch. Instead, the Demon tilts his head, a predatory grin spreading across his painted face. Before Danhausen can reach into his jar of teeth, Devitt explodes with a Shotgun Dropkick that sends the "Very Nice, Very Evil" star flying into the turnbuckles.

Devitt is a blur of kinetic violence. He stalks Danhausen, delivering stiff, overhead chops that echo like gunshots. Danhausen tries to fight back with a series of desperate palm strikes, and for a moment, he finds an opening. He catches Devitt with a sharp Northern Lights Suplex, but the Demon doesn't just kick out—he sits up instantly, mirroring the terrifying rise of the Undertaker.

Danhausen, realizing his usual antics won't work, reaches for his jar of teeth. He manages to pour them into Devitt’s mouth, but the Demon simply crunches down, staring into Danhausen's soul with unblinking eyes. The intimidation factor is overwhelming.

The match spills to the apron, where Danhausen attempts a Hurricanrana, but Devitt catches him. With terrifying strength, the Demon executes a 1916 (Bloody Sunday) directly onto the hard edge of the ring. Danhausen’s lanky frame crumples, and the referee begins a frantic count.

Beating the count by a fraction of a second, Danhausen rolled into the ring, gasping for air. He was met instantly by the blur of the Demon’s war paint. Devitt didn't give him a moment to breathe, charging like a predatory animal to intercept Danhausen before he could even find his footing.

Summoning every ounce of "evil" energy, Danhausen hoisted the Demon up for a jagged "GTS-hausen." The knee connected flush, but it only served to wake the beast. Devitt rebounded off the cables with supernatural speed, turning Danhausen inside out with a lariat that sounded like a car crash.

Devitt ascends the top rope, his silhouette cast against the red lights like a gargoyle. Danhausen staggers to his feet, dazed and clutching his jaw. Devitt leaps, his body compacting into a spear-like shape.

Devitt’s boots drive into Danhausen’s chest with the force of a falling anvil. The air is sucked out of the "Very Evil" one instantly. Devitt doesn't just pin him; he hooks both legs and stares directly into the hard camera, a silent warning to the rest of the roster.

Winner: "The Demon" Prince Devitt

Triple Threat Matchup
DDP Vs John Laurinaitis Vs Randy Orton

The air in the arena is electric, charged by the presence of three men synonymous with the "RKO" lineage. Diamond Dallas Page (DDP), the master of the Diamond Cutter, stands across from the man who pioneered the Ace Crusher, John Laurinaitis, while Randy Orton—the Apex Predator who perfected the craft—prowls the perimeter like a shark in shallow water.

The match begins with a tense three-way standoff. DDP flashes the "Self-Grown" diamond sign, Laurinaitis adjusts his suit tie with corporate arrogance, and Orton simply stares, cold and calculating.

The action explodes when Laurinaitis tries to clothesline both men, but they duck in unison, sending "Big Johnny" tumbling over the top rope. This leaves DDP and Orton alone. The two trade veteran strikes, DDP connecting with a signature discus lariat that rocks the Viper. DDP calls for the Diamond Cutter, but Orton slips out, attempting an early RKO that DDP manages to shove off.

Laurinaitis slides back in with a steel chair, looking to take control through "People Power." He catches DDP in the ribs, then turns to Orton. However, his slow, deliberate pace is his undoing. Orton kicks the chair into Laurinaitis’s face, sending the executive reeling.

DDP seizes the moment, pulling Orton into a Belly-to-Back Suplex, then immediately transitions into a Diamond Cutter on Laurinaitis! The crowd erupts as DDP goes for the cover, but Orton breaks it up at the last millisecond with a brutal stomp to DDP’s head.

The closing moments are a whirlwind of high-impact counters. DDP sets up for another Cutter on Orton, but the Viper counters with an elevated DDT off the second rope. As DDP rolls out of the ring, clutching his neck, Laurinaitis staggers to his feet.

He lunges at Orton for an Ace Crusher, but Randy is three steps ahead. He shoves Laurinaitis off, leaps into the air with predatory grace, and catches him mid-desperation with a thunderous RKO. The impact bounces Laurinaitis off the canvas. Orton doesn't just pin him; he stares down the hard camera with a wide-eyed, manic intensity.

One. Two. Three.

Winner: Randy Orton

The Sign of Respect
As the bell rings, the "Voices" in Orton’s head seem to quiet. He stands over the fallen Laurinaitis, then turns to see DDP pulling himself up using the ropes. Instead of attacking, Orton extends a hand. DDP takes it, and the two legends share a nod of mutual respect—a passing of the torch between masters of the "Cutter."

Even Laurinaitis, recovering from the RKO, is helped to his feet by DDP. The three men stand in the center of the ring, representing three generations of the same deadly maneuver. The crowd rises in a standing ovation, chanting "R-K-O!" and "D-D-P!" as the three competitors acknowledge the fans, united by the move that defined their careers.

Tag Team Matchup
Orange Cassidy & Shawn Michaels Vs John Morrison & Eli Drake

The arena is a surreal blend of "Showstopper" energy and "Slacker" chill as Shawn Michaels tunes up the band while Orange Cassidy slowly adjusts his sunglasses. Across the ring, the "Prince of Parkour" John Morrison and the "Namas-Day" extraordinaire Eli Drake (LA Knight) look on with sheer disbelief. The contrast in styles is jarring, but as the bell rings, the technical proficiency in the ring is undeniable.

The Opening Exchange: High Stakes and Low Energy
The match begins with Morrison and Cassidy. Morrison performs a series of intricate backflips and parkour maneuvers just to get into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Cassidy, unimpressed, simply puts his hands in his pockets. Morrison lunges, but Cassidy executes a series of "lethargic" kip-ups and deep arm drags without ever removing his hands from his denim.

The crowd explodes when Cassidy tags in the "Heartbreak Kid." HBK and Morrison engage in a sequence of chain wrestling that looks like a choreographed dance—reversals into armbars, bridged pin attempts, and lightning-fast nip-ups. Morrison manages to catch Michaels with a springboard roundhouse kick, but HBK flops into his own corner, tagging a reluctant Cassidy back in.

The Breakdown: Chaos and Parkour
Eli Drake enters the fray, looking to dismantle Cassidy’s nonchalance. He catches Orange with a massive powerslam and begins to taunt the crowd, shouting his signature catchphrases. However, Cassidy catches him with a sudden Stundog Millionaire, staggering the loudmouth.

Seeing his partner in trouble, Morrison leaps over the top rope, but Cassidy (still with hands in pockets) simply leans out of the way. Morrison’s momentum carries him into the front row. Cassidy, feeling a rare surge of "effort," rolls out of the ring to follow him.

The match splits into two distinct battles:

The Ring: HBK vs. Eli Drake.

The Crowd: Orange Cassidy vs. John Morrison.

Morrison and Cassidy begin a frantic, imaginative brawl through the arena seats. Morrison uses a guardrail to execute a Starship Pain onto a concrete floor, but Cassidy somehow rolls under a popcorn machine to avoid it. They fight up the stairs, Morrison throwing kicks while Cassidy counters by gently tossing a fan's oversized soda into Morrison’s chest. They are completely lost in their own world of slapstick violence, ignoring the referee’s warnings.

Back in the ring, Eli Drake is distracted by the sight of his partner being chased by a man in a denim jacket through Section 104. He turns around right into a vintage inverted atomic drop from Michaels. HBK follows up with a flying forearm and the trademark "kip-up" that brings the house down.

Michaels begins to stomp the mat. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Drake staggers to his feet, dazed and looking for Morrison, but Morrison is currently mid-air jumping off a concession stand three hundred feet away. As Drake turns his head back to the center of the ring, he meets the sole of a wrestling boot.

Sweet Chin Music!

The impact is perfect. Drake crumples like a folding chair. Michaels hooks the leg, looking toward the crowd where Cassidy and Morrison are currently fighting over a merchandise table, completely oblivious to the pinfall.

One. Two. Three.

Winners: Shawn Michaels & Orange Cassidy

The bell has rung, the music is playing, but the brawl doesn't stop. Security finally swarms the backstage corridor near the loading dock, physically prying Orange Cassidy and John Morrison apart. Cassidy is calmly trying to put his sunglasses back on while Morrison is panting, looking for another wall to jump off of.

Suddenly, Randy Orton rounds the corner, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. He shoves a security guard aside and gets inches from Morrison’s face before turning his glare to Cassidy.

"The match ended five minutes ago!" Orton bellows, his voice echoing off the concrete. "We just had a Hall of Famer win a main event, and you two are playing tag in the hallways like children? Do you even know who won? Do you even care about the legacy of this business?"

Cassidy looks at Orton, gives a slow, singular thumb up, and wanders off toward the catering table. Orton looks like he’s about to have a physical meltdown.

EAM Center of Attention Championship Matchup
Mickie James (c) Vs Skye Blue

The spotlight shines bright on the EAM Center of Attention Championship, a title that demands not just skill, but the ability to command the room. The veteran champion, Mickie James, stands across from the rising phenom, Skye Blue. There is a mutual respect in the air, but as the bell rings, it is quickly replaced by the cold reality of championship gold.

The match begins with a classic test of strength. Mickie, the "Hardcore Country" legend, uses her veteran savvy to ground the quicker Skye Blue. However, Skye has been studying. Every time Mickie goes for a side headlock, Skye counters with a hip toss or a nimble escape.

The momentum shifts when Skye Blue catches Mickie on the apron. With a burst of speed, Skye executes a low dropkick aimed directly at Mickie’s knee. Mickie’s leg buckles against the steel ring post. A collective gasp rises from the crowd as Mickie clutches her right limb. This is the turning point—Skye Blue isn't just here to compete; she’s here to dismantle a legend.

Skye Blue becomes a predator. She focuses entirely on the right leg of the champion

Skye Blue demonstrated a ruthless streak rarely seen in the young star. She trapped Mickie’s right leg between the middle and top ropes, creating a makeshift lever. With a sudden, violent twist of her own body, Skye executed a Dragon Screw that sent a sickening pop through the arena. Mickie’s knee twisted unnaturally, leaving the champion screaming in pure, unadulterated pain.

Sensing the champion was compromised, Skye transitioned instantly into a deep Single-Leg Boston Crab. She sat back with her full weight, driving her heel into Mickie’s lower back while hyperextending the damaged knee joint. Mickie’s fingers clawed desperately at the canvas, inching toward the bottom rope as her face contorted, every centimeter of movement a battle against her own ligaments.

Mickie James shows the heart that made her a multi-time champion. On one good leg, she hobbles to her feet and nails a series of "Hardcore Country" forearm smashes. She attempts her signature Mick-Kick, but her right leg gives out upon impact, sending her crashing to the mat. Skye seizes the moment, climbing the turnbuckle for a crossbody, but Mickie catches her mid-air with a desperate, seated powerbomb.

The closing minutes are a masterclass in resilience. Skye tries for the Skye-Fall, but Mickie counters by grabbing the hair and pulling Skye into a snap DDT position. Her leg is shaking, visibly swollen around the ankle, but Mickie grits her teeth.

She connects with a spinning neckbreaker, then slowly—painfully—climbs the ropes. She misses a diving seated senton as Skye rolls away, but as Skye lunges for a final strike, Mickie catches her in the Mickie-DT. The impact is thunderous. Mickie hooks the leg, her face contorted in pain as she holds the cover.

One. Two. Three.

Winner and Still EAM Center of Attention Champion: Mickie James

Mickie James barely has time to grasp her title before the lights in the arena turn a sickly, bruised purple. Suddenly, a figure in a jagged, bone-white mask and a tattered black hood slides into the ring like a vengeful spirit. Before the referee can intervene, the assailant is on the mat, showing a terrifying focus.

The masked figure doesn’t go for the face; she goes for the wound. She locks Mickie’s injured right leg into a brutal, modified figure-four, slamming the limb repeatedly against the canvas with calculated malice. The screams of the champion echo through the rafters as the attacker twists the ligaments with expert cruelty. Security, still breathless from separating Cassidy and Morrison backstage, finally swarms the ring. Only then does the figure sit back, slowly peeling away the mask to reveal the cold, haunting face of Julia Hart.

With a wicked, chilling smirk, Julia releases the hold and slips through the legs of the guards, vanishing into the darkness of the crowd before they can lay a finger on her.

The arena goes silent as Emil A. Melby, the EAM Chairman and Mickie’s husband, sprints down the ramp, his face pale with terror. He drops to his knees beside her, shouting for paramedics. The scene is heartbreaking as Mickie is carefully hoisted onto a gurney, her leg stabilized in a heavy brace. As they wheel her toward the ambulance, Emil walks beside her, gripping her hand tightly, while the crowd—once cheering for a victory—now watches in somber silence as their "Center of Attention" is carried away.

Blindfold Matchup
Johnny Gargano Vs Tommaso Ciampa

The lights in the arena dim to a solitary spotlight over the center of the ring. This isn't just another chapter in the storied rivalry of DIY; it is a psychological nightmare. Both Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa stand in opposite corners, pulling thick, black hoods over their heads. The "Blindfold Match" begins not with a lockup, but with the haunting sound of two men swatting at the empty air.

The bell rings, and the usual frenetic pace of a Gargano-Ciampa encounter is replaced by a high-stakes game of Marco Polo. Gargano crouches low, sweeping his hands across the canvas, while Ciampa remains eerily still, tilting his head to catch the sound of Johnny’s breathing.

The first contact is accidental. Their shoulders brush, and both men recoil as if shocked. Ciampa lunges with a wild clothesline that whistles through the air, hitting nothing but the turnbuckle pad. Gargano, hearing the thud, stalks the sound. He finds Ciampa’s waist and attempts a German Suplex, but without his sight, his footing is off. Ciampa elbows his way out, his strikes landing blindly against Johnny’s ribs and shoulders.

The match becomes a masterclass in tension. Gargano finds the ropes and uses them to orient himself, springboarding into a moonsault that miraculously connects with a standing Ciampa. The crowd erupts, but the celebration is short-lived. Gargano goes for the cover, but he ends up pinning Ciampa’s legs instead of his shoulders.

Ciampa crawls toward the apron, grabbing a stray water bottle left by a technician. He crinkles the plastic, Gargano lunges toward the sound, but Ciampa has already moved. As Johnny lunges, Ciampa catches him in a waist lock and drives him into the corner.

Ciampa begins to strip the padding off the turnbuckle, the metallic clinking of the wrench giving his position away. Johnny tries to counter with a Gargano Escape, but he can’t find the arm. He’s grasping at Ciampa’s beard, his face a mask of frustration behind the black cloth.

The climax occurs when both men end up on the apron. The referee is frantically trying to stay out of the way of four flailing arms. Gargano catches Ciampa with a "One Final Beat" DDT, but because he can't see the ring, they both tumble to the floor.

Ciampa is the first to find his bearings by feeling the steel steps. He crawls back inside, pulling his hood tighter. As Gargano slides in, Ciampa hears the friction of Johnny's boots on the canvas. He doesn't hesitate. He reaches out, grabs Johnny by the head, and pulls him into a Fairytale Ending.

The impact is blind and brutal. Ciampa fumbles for the body, his hands skating over Johnny’s chest until he finds the shoulders. He presses down with his full weight, staring into the darkness of his own hood.

One. Two. Three.

Winner: Tommaso Ciampa

As the referee pulls the hoods away, the sudden glare of the house lights hits them like a physical blow. Ciampa sits back, panting, his eyes bloodshot and weary as he stares at a dazed Gargano. There is no triumph in his gaze—only a cold, hollow recognition of the damage done. Johnny reaches out, his vision blurry, instinctively looking for his brother’s hand, but Ciampa pulls away. The silence of the arena is heavy; the "Blackheart" has won, but the sight of these two warriors finally seeing the wreckage they’ve created leaves the crowd in a stunned, somber hush.

EAM Tag Team Championships Matchup
The Lucha Bros (Rey Fenix & Pentagon Jr.) (c) Vs The Broken Hardyz (Broken Matt & Brother Nero)

The atmosphere in the arena is electric as the lights flicker with the chaotic energy of the multiverse. In one corner, the Lucha Bros, Rey Fenix and Penta El Zero Miedo, stand as the pinnacle of modern lucha libre excellence. In the other, the "Broken" brilliance of Matt Hardy and the daredevil soul of Brother Nero (Jeff Hardy) look on with wild-eyed intensity. The EAM Tag Team Championships are on the line, and the fans know they are about to witness a war of styles.

The bell rings and the speed is immediate. Rey Fenix and Brother Nero start the match with a sequence that defies gravity. Fenix utilizes a handspring backflip into a headscissors, but Jeff counters with a whisper-in-the-wind attempt that Fenix narrowly avoids. The two stalwarts of the high-flying genre stare each other down, acknowledging the shared madness in their blood.

Meanwhile, Penta and Matt Hardy trade stiff strikes in the center of the ring. Penta delivers his signature "Cero Miedo" taunt, only for Matt to respond by screaming "DELETE!" into Penta’s face. The physical exchange turns brutal when Penta catches Matt with a thunderous slingblade. As Matt rolls to the outside, Fenix takes to the sky, executing a tornillo over the top rope that wipes out both Hardyz on the floor.

The match moves back inside, where the Lucha Bros showcase their terrifying tag-team chemistry. They catch Brother Nero in the corner, and Fenix uses Penta’s chest as a stepping stone to deliver a soaring dropkick. The champions are a whirlwind of offense, but the Hardyz have spent decades surviving such onslaughts.

Matt Hardy catches Fenix mid-air and plants him with a Side Effect onto the hard apron. Seeing the opening, Brother Nero ascends the turnbuckle. He doesn't go for a splash; he performs a high-angle Poetry in Motion using Matt’s back as a launchpad to crush Penta against the barricade. The crowd is on its feet as the Hardyz bring a ladder into the ring. Although this isn't a ladder match, the referee allows the chaos to continue under the "relaxed" championship rules.

The Hardyz set the ladder up in the corner, intending to use it as a weapon of destruction. Matt Hardy attempts a Twist of Fate on Fenix, but the luchador flips out of the hold with cat-like reflexes, landing on the second rung of the ladder. From there, Fenix leaps off with a 450 Splash that lands perfectly on Matt Hardy.

Penta returns to the ring, snapping Brother Nero’s arm with his devastating arm-breaker package. The scream from Jeff echoes, but the daredevil doesn't quit. In a moment of pure desperation, Jeff Hardy shoves Penta toward the ladder and begins a frantic climb. He isn't looking for a belt; he’s looking for a height from which he can end the match.

Jeff reaches the top of the ladder, his eyes fixed on Penta, who is staggered in the center of the ring. The crowd hushes, anticipating a Swanton Bomb from the heavens. Jeff balances himself, ready to fly, but Rey Fenix recovers with supernatural speed. Fenix doesn't climb the ladder; he hits the ropes and delivers a springboard dropkick directly into the side of the metal structure.

The ladder tips violently. Jeff Hardy’s arms flail as the steel collapses under him. He crashes down, his body hitting the top rope before spilling onto the canvas with a sickening thud. With Jeff neutralized, Penta and Fenix converge on Matt Hardy. They execute the Fear Factor—a devastating package piledriver and double-foot stomp combination.

One. Two. Three.

Winners and Still EAM Tag Team Champions: The Lucha Bros

Ornate Prime Championship Matchup
Triple C (c) Vs MJF

The arena is bathed in a golden glow as the Ornate Prime Championship is polished one last time before being hoisted by the referee. The champion, Triple C (Claudio Castagnoli), stands like a statue of marble and muscle. Across from him, MJF adjusts his Burberry scarf, his face twisted in a smug smirk that radiates "Salt of the Earth" arrogance. This is a battle of the ultimate athlete versus the ultimate opportunist.

The bell rings, and the contrast is immediate. Claudio attempts to lock up, but MJF immediately retreats to the ropes, complaining to the referee about a hair-pull that didn't happen. When they finally engage, Claudio’s power is overwhelming. He catches MJF in a side headlock and transitions into a deadlift suplex that leaves the challenger gasping for air.

Claudio begins the "European Uppercut Express," cornering MJF and lighting up his chest with strikes that sound like leather hitting a heavy bag. MJF, realizing he can't out-wrestle the Swiss Superman, resorts to his trademark "Generational Talent" tactics. He pokes Claudio in the eye while the referee is distracted and follows up with a chop block to the knee, grounding the champion.

MJF begins to dismantle Claudio’s base. He wraps Claudio’s leg around the ring post, slamming it with a steel chair when the referee’s back is turned. Inside the ring, MJF locks in a Figure-Four Leglock, mocking Claudio by performing "Cero Miedo" taunts and blowing kisses to the front row.

Claudio, fueled by sheer willpower, manages to reverse the pressure. He powers out, his massive thighs quivering under the strain. He catches MJF mid-air and executes a Giant Swing—twenty rotations that leave the arena spinning and MJF’s equilibrium shattered. Claudio goes for the cover, but MJF manages to get a finger on the bottom rope at two-and-nine-tenths.

As the match nears the thirty-minute mark, MJF finds his opening. He ducks a lariat and connects with a low blow while the referee is out of position. He pulls the Diamond Ring from his trunks, but Claudio boots it out of his hand. Undeterred, MJF traps Claudio in the corner. He begins to pummel the champion, his ego taking over.

MJF drags a dazed Claudio to the center of the ring. He has the champion on his knees. MJF grabs Claudio by the jaw, pulling his face close. He wants the ultimate humiliation.

"Say my name!" MJF screams, spittle flying. "Say it! Tell them I'm better than you!"

Just as MJF opens his mouth to demand more, the lights flicker. A familiar, infectious chord strikes over the PA system. The crowd, sensing the impossible, begins to rise in a wave of pure delirium.

"I believe in Joe Hendry!"

The music cranks to a deafening volume. Joe Hendry steps out onto the stage, flashing a million-dollar smile and waving to the fans. The arena becomes a sea of rhythm as the fans clap in unison. MJF freezes. His eyes go wide, his jaw dropping in a mix of confusion and utter annoyance. He stares at the stage, shouting insults at Hendry, completely forgetting that he is in a championship match with one of the most dangerous men on the planet.

Behind him, Claudio Castagnoli finds his footing. The "Swiss Superman" rises like a phoenix. As MJF turns around to continue his verbal assault, he walks straight into a Pop-Up European Uppercut. Claudio doesn't stop there. He lifts MJF high and drives him into the canvas with a thunderous Ricola Bomb.

One. Two. Three.

Winner and Still Ornate Prime Champion: Triple C

MJF lies face-down on the canvas, the victim of his own obsession with fame. On the ramp, Joe Hendry simply gives a "thumbs up" and winks at the hard camera before strolling backstage. Claudio raises his championship high, nodding toward the entrance in silent thanks for the assist, while the crowd continues to chant Hendry’s theme at the top of their lungs.

Triple Threat Matchup
CM Punk Vs Seth Rollins Vs AJ Styles

The atmosphere inside the sold-out arena was thick with a tension that hadn't simmered since the controversial finish at SuperSplash XII. As the bell rang, the three masters of the modern era circled one another, a triangle of pure animosity.

The match didn't start with a collar-and-elbow tie-up; it started with chaos. AJ Styles immediately targeted CM Punk, a carryover from their previous encounter, unloading with a series of stiff strikes that backed the "Best in the World" into the corner. Not to be outdone, Seth "Freakin" Rollins inserted himself with a springboard high-knee to Styles, momentarily clearing the ring.

The pace was frenetic. Early on, Rollins and Styles found themselves in a stalemate of athleticism—reversing backflips and trading arm drags—until Punk slid back in, sweeping Rollins’ legs and transitioning into an Anaconda Vise. The crowd roared, but the submission was short-lived as Styles broke the hold with a brutal Phenomenal Dropkick to the side of Punk’s head.

As the match crossed the ten-minute mark, the physicality shifted from strikes to high-stakes maneuvers. The story of the match became the "Target on the Back." Rollins, ever the opportunist, focused his assault on Punk’s surgically repaired ribs. He delivered a trio of Suicide Dives, one to Styles and two to Punk, punctuated by a Falcon Arrow in the center of the ring for a near-fall.

"They are tearing the house down! This isn't just a rematch; it's a fight for a legacy," the commentators shouted over the deafening "This is Awesome" chants.

Styles found his opening when Rollins missed a Phoenix Splash. "The Phenomenal One" capitalized with a Ushigoroshi, followed by a series of strikes that left Rollins dazed. He signaled for the Styles Clash, but Punk—recovering on the apron—caught AJ with a springboard clothesline.

The momentum swung wildly. At one point, all three men were perched on the top turnbuckle. In a terrifying display of strength and timing, Rollins executed a Superplex on Punk, but before he could roll through into the Falcon Arrow, Styles hit a Springboard 450 Splash onto both of them.

The referee's count reached two and seven-eighths before Punk managed to kick out, his face a mask of crimson and sweat. The exhaustion was visible. Rollins was the first to his feet, cackling with a manic energy. He set Punk up for the Curb Stomp, his boots rhythmically thumping the mat.

Rollins surged forward, but Punk scouted it perfectly. He sidestepped the stomp and hoisted Rollins onto his shoulders. At the same time, Styles moved to the apron, prepping the Phenomenal Forearm.

As Styles launched through the air, Punk used Rollins’ body as a shield. Styles’ forearm connected flush with Rollins' jaw, but the momentum sent Styles tumbling over the top rope to the floor. Punk, sensing the moment was now or never, didn't let Rollins fall. He adjusted his grip, hoisted Seth back up, and delivered a thunderous Go To Sleep (GTS).

Rollins crumpled, his lights completely out. Punk collapsed on top of him, hooking the leg with every ounce of strength he had left.

1...
2...

Outside the ring, AJ Styles realized the danger. He scrambled toward the ropes, sliding into the ring with a desperate lunging dive, his hand outstretched to break the count.

3!

The referee’s hand hit the mat for the third time just a split second before Styles’ fingers could graze Punk’s shoulder.

Winner: CM Punk

Punk rolles to the corner, clutching his ribs, a smirk playing on his lips despite the pain. He had his redemption. Styles remained face-down on the canvas, mere inches from the pinfall, pounding the mat in frustration. The ghosts of SuperSplash XII were finally laid to rest, the dissepointment on Aj's face says it all.

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Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York


Show opens backstage and the camera cuts to the office of Randy Orton, the General Manager’s nameplate shining on the polished wooden desk. Orton stands by the window, sleeves rolled up, staring out with that calculated, unreadable expression. Then there is a knock at the door....

Orton: “Come in.”

The door opens and in walks the owner of the promotion, Emil A., looking composed but curious.Orton turns slowly.

Orton: “Glad you could make it, I know you got a lot to think about right now. How is Mickie doing?”

Emil A. steps forward into the office.

Emil A: “You said it was urgent. And thanx for asking, but I really don't know yet. I am about to visit her in the hospital after finishing off some business here”

Orton nods and gestures toward the chair, but remains standing.

Orton: “I understand pal. And please send her my regards. I will be brief boss, I wanted to talk to you because I just received a reply to that email.”

Emil folds his arms.

Emil A.: “The one regarding the show in Estonia?”

Orton smirks faintly.

Orton: “Yeah. That one.”

Emil raises an eyebrow.

Emil A: “So… what are they saying?”

Orton walks back behind his desk and picks up a printed sheet of paper.

Orton: “They can do it. The venue’s available. The date works. Local media is interested.” He pauses. “But they had some demands.”

Emil tilts his head slightly.

Emim A: “Demands?”

Without another word, Orton walks around the desk and hands him the paper. Emil takes it and scans the page silently. His eyes move line by line. His expression tightens for a brief second—but then a slow, knowing smile forms. After a moment, he lowers the paper.

Emil A: “They want international names featured prominently. Meet-and-greets. Local talent showcased. A special main event attraction.” He looks up at Orton. “And they want production scaled up beyond our usual European setup.”

Orton nods once.

Orton: “They’re serious about this. They want it to feel historic.”

Emil considers it for a few seconds before handing the paper back.

Emil A: “We can do it.”

Orton’s eyebrow raises slightly.

Orton: “You’re sure?”

Emil gives a confident nod.

Emil A: “Yes. But if we’re doing this, we’re not doing it halfway. That means you and I better start taking some calls.”

A small grin creeps onto Orton’s face.

Orton: “And call in some favors?”

Emil smirks.

Emil A: “Exactly!”

Orton picks up his phone and spins it in his hand.

Orton: “We’ll make sure to give them a show they will never forget.”

Emil adjusts his jacket.

Emil A: “Ok, awesome. Let's get to work. I will make some calls while being at the hospital. I trust you guys can do the show without me, you usually do anyways”

The camera lingers on the two men as we cut to the Jamboree vignette.....


Singles Matchup
Will Ospreay Vs Hook

We get a promotional video next, regarding the upcoming PPV, and it will be historic in more than one way. It will be EAM Promotions first ever trip to Estonia, and EAM Promotions can assure everyone, it will be a show you won't forget anytime soon. And just to give a little teaser, EAM announce that there will be two Scramble matches featured at the show, and they will be for the EAM Television Championship and for The EAM Primetime Bitch Championship. WALTER will be defending his title against Rex Steiner, Jon Moxley, Tommaso Ciampa and a fourth wrestler, yet to be announced. Jade Cargill will be defending her title against Raquel Rodriguez, Natalia Markova, Nikkita Lyons and a fourth wrestler, yet to be announced. As the promo ends, we cut to commercial break....

As we get back from commercial break, we cut back to the ring where Logan Paul together with Aaron Stevens are cutting a promo, or it's actually Aaron cutting the promo for Logan. He starts with explaining how he will make Logan a superstar, even bigger than he already is. Then he goes on, asking why Logan has to face Omega for a third time. Since he won their last two encounters at Supersplash XII and Swimming With Sharks XII respectivly. But if that what it takes, why the hell not. After all, once upon a time, Kenny Omega was by many concidered one of the greatest technical wrestlers in the world. So beating him, even though he is far beyond his prime, has to be worth something. He gets interrupted then, not being able to finish his promo as Kenny Omega's music cranks the arena speakers....

Singles Matchup
Logan Paul w/Aaron Stevens Vs Kenny Omega

After the match, Logan and Aaron bumps into EAM Intercontinental Champion; Orange Cassidy backstage. Aaron then asks if Cassidy would be interested in joining a very special club. A club containing of people who will be changing the whole landscape in EAM Promotions. Cassidy doesn't answer, but only flips his sunglasses down, looking at Logan and Aaron before putting his glasses back on, adjusting the title belt on his shoulder and walks away.... We cut to commercial break.

Tag Team Matchup
#1 Contenders Matchup for The EAM Tag Team Championships
reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs The Young Bucks

[Vikingsfan88]

Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York


Show opens backstage and the camera cuts to the office of Randy Orton, the General Manager’s nameplate shining on the polished wooden desk. Orton stands by the window, sleeves rolled up, staring out with that calculated, unreadable expression. Then there is a knock at the door....

Orton: “Come in.”

The door opens and in walks the owner of the promotion, Emil A., looking composed but curious.Orton turns slowly.

Orton: “Glad you could make it, I know you got a lot to think about right now. How is Mickie doing?”

Emil A. steps forward into the office.

Emil A: “You said it was urgent. And thanx for asking, but I really don't know yet. I am about to visit her in the hospital after finishing off some business here”

Orton nods and gestures toward the chair, but remains standing.

Orton: “I understand pal. And please send her my regards. I will be brief boss, I wanted to talk to you because I just received a reply to that email.”

Emil folds his arms.

Emil A.: “The one regarding the show in Estonia?”

Orton smirks faintly.

Orton: “Yeah. That one.”

Emil raises an eyebrow.

Emil A: “So… what are they saying?”

Orton walks back behind his desk and picks up a printed sheet of paper.

Orton: “They can do it. The venue’s available. The date works. Local media is interested.” He pauses. “But they had some demands.”

Emil tilts his head slightly.

Emim A: “Demands?”

Without another word, Orton walks around the desk and hands him the paper. Emil takes it and scans the page silently. His eyes move line by line. His expression tightens for a brief second—but then a slow, knowing smile forms. After a moment, he lowers the paper.

Emil A: “They want international names featured prominently. Meet-and-greets. Local talent showcased. A special main event attraction.” He looks up at Orton. “And they want production scaled up beyond our usual European setup.”

Orton nods once.

Orton: “They’re serious about this. They want it to feel historic.”

Emil considers it for a few seconds before handing the paper back.

Emil A: “We can do it.”

Orton’s eyebrow raises slightly.

Orton: “You’re sure?”

Emil gives a confident nod.

Emil A: “Yes. But if we’re doing this, we’re not doing it halfway. That means you and I better start taking some calls.”

A small grin creeps onto Orton’s face.

Orton: “And call in some favors?”

Emil smirks.

Emil A: “Exactly!”

Orton picks up his phone and spins it in his hand.

Orton: “We’ll make sure to give them a show they will never forget.”

Emil adjusts his jacket.

Emil A: “Ok, awesome. Let's get to work. I will make some calls while being at the hospital. I trust you guys can do the show without me, you usually do anyways”

The camera lingers on the two men as we cut to the Jamboree vignette.....


Singles Matchup
Will Ospreay Vs Hook

n a clash of styles that electrified the arena, Will Ospreay took on the cold, calculated aggression of Hook. The "Aerial Assassin" started with his signature velocity, but Hook quickly grounded him, utilizing his Judo background to toss Ospreay with a series of overhead belly-to-belly suplexes.

The momentum shifted when Hook locked in the REDRUM. Ospreay, fading under the pressure, managed to use the corner turnbuckle to propel himself backward, breaking the hold in a desperate scramble. As Hook surged forward to regain control, Ospreay met him mid-air with a devastating Spanish Fly, leaving both men reeling.

Hook showed his legendary resilience, absorbing a flurry of Kawada-style kicks and nearly catching Ospreay in a T-Bone suplex. However, Ospreay’s experience at the highest level proved decisive. He evaded a final lariat attempt, spinning Hook around for a clinical Hidden Blade to the back of the head.

Sensing the end, Ospreay hoisted the "Cold-Hearted Handsome Devil" up and planted him with a high-impact Stormbreaker. The referee’s hand hit the mat for the three-count, securing a hard-fought victory for Ospreay.

Winner: Will Ospreay

We get a promotional video next, regarding the upcoming PPV, and it will be historic in more than one way. It will be EAM Promotions first ever trip to Estonia, and EAM Promotions can assure everyone, it will be a show you won't forget anytime soon. And just to give a little teaser, EAM announce that there will be two Scramble matches featured at the show, and they will be for the EAM Television Championship and for The EAM Primetime Bitch Championship. WALTER will be defending his title against Rex Steiner, Jon Moxley, Tommaso Ciampa and a fourth wrestler, yet to be announced. Jade Cargill will be defending her title against Raquel Rodriguez, Natalia Markova, Nikkita Lyons and a fourth wrestler, yet to be announced. As the promo ends, we cut to commercial break....

As we get back from commercial break, we cut back to the ring where Logan Paul together with Aaron Stevens are cutting a promo, or it's actually Aaron cutting the promo for Logan. He starts with explaining how he will make Logan a superstar, even bigger than he already is. Then he goes on, asking why Logan has to face Omega for a third time. Since he won their last two encounters at Supersplash XII and Swimming With Sharks XII respectivly. But if that what it takes, why the hell not. After all, once upon a time, Kenny Omega was by many concidered one of the greatest technical wrestlers in the world. So beating him, even though he is far beyond his prime, has to be worth something. He gets interrupted then, not being able to finish his promo as Kenny Omega's music cranks the arena speakers....

Singles Matchup
Logan Paul w/Aaron Stevens Vs Kenny Omega

The atmosphere was electric as the "Best Bout Machine," Kenny Omega, faced off against the ultimate disruptor, Logan Paul. From the opening bell, Omega’s technical superiority was on full display. He punished Paul with a series of snap dragon suplexes, nearly ending the match early with a V-Trigger that sent the social media star spiraling into the ropes.

As Omega signaled for the One-Winged Angel, the tide turned through sheer veteran cunning. Aaron Stevens leaped onto the apron, clutching his chest and frantically waving his jacket to grab the referee’s attention. While the official was preoccupied trying to eject Stevens from the ringside area, the chaos provided the perfect window.

Logan Paul reached into his trunks and slipped on a pair of brass knuckles. Just as Omega turned to deal with the distraction, Paul connected with a lightning-fast knockout blow square to the jaw. Omega crumbled instantly.

Paul stashed the weapon, Stevens dropped the act, and the referee turned back just in time to see Paul lounging across Omega’s chest for the pin.

Winner: Logan Paul w/ Aaron Stevens

After the match, Logan and Aaron bumps into EAM Intercontinental Champion; Orange Cassidy backstage. Aaron then asks if Cassidy would be interested in joining a very special club. A club containing of people who will be changing the whole landscape in EAM Promotions. Cassidy doesn't answer, but only flips his sunglasses down, looking at Logan and Aaron before putting his glasses back on, adjusting the title belt on his shoulder and walks away.... We cut to commercial break.

Tag Team Matchup
#1 Contenders Matchup for The EAM Tag Team Championships
reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs The Young Bucks

The stakes were palpable as the bell rang for this #1 Contenders clash. reDragon and The Young Bucks bypassed the feeling-out process, immediately turning the ring into a tactical battlefield. Kyle O’Reilly and Bobby Fish utilized their signature "strike and spike" offense, isolating Matt Jackson with a series of brutal leg kicks and dragon screws to neutralize the Bucks' aerial advantage.

The pace shifted when Nick Jackson received the hot tag, clearing the ring with a flurry of superkicks and a spectacular corkscrew dive to the floor. The Bucks regained control, looking to finish things with the Meltzer Driver. However, as Nick took flight, Fish intercepted him mid-air with a devastating forearm smash, while O'Reilly caught Matt in a guillotine choke.

The climax was a masterclass in tag team chemistry. The Bucks attempted a double superkick, but reDragon ducked in unison. Fish swept Nick’s legs, sending him crashing into the apron, leaving Matt alone. In a seamless transition, O'Reilly locked in the Armageddon armbar while Fish hammered away with knees to the ribs.

With Nick incapacitated on the outside, reDragon delivered a crushing Chasing the Dragon. O'Reilly transitioned immediately into a tight lateral press while Fish blocked the entry path. The referee counted the three, crowning reDragon as the new #1 Contenders for the EAM Tag Team Championships.

Winner and new #1 Contenders for the EAM Tag Team Championships: ReDragon

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Episode #84


Camera opens in a Private Hospital late at night. The lighting is Cold. Clinical. Quiet. We see a long, sterile hallway. Fluorescent lights hum overhead. A red “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY” sign glows faintly in the background. Footsteps echo. The camera pans to Emil A., still in his suit from earlier in the night. Jacket off. Tie loosened. He hasn’t slept.
He’s standing outside a hospital room. Inside, through the small glass window, we see Mickie James lying in bed. Neck brace. IV attached. Motionless. The door opens. A doctor steps out, clipboard in hand. They speak quietly. The camera stays just far enough away that we feel like we shouldn’t be hearing this.

Doctor (low, professional tone):
“She’s stable. That’s the most important thing.”

Emil exhales slightly. It’s not relief. It’s survival.

Emil:
“And the rest?”

The doctor pauses as he looks down at the clipboard.

Doctor:
“There was significant trauma to the cervical region. We’ve reduced swelling for now… but the kind of impact she sustained…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence.

Emil’s jaw tightens.

Emil:
“She’s going to recover.”

It’s not a question.

The doctor hesitates — just enough.

Doctor:
“She’s strong. And she’s in excellent condition for someone in her profession.”

Beat.

Doctor (measured):
“But sometimes… it’s not about strength. It’s about risk.”

Silence.

Machines beep faintly from inside the room.

Doctor:
“We’ll know more in a few weeks. For now… she needs rest. No stress. No physical strain.”

He closes the folder.

Doctor (gently):
“You should prepare for every possibility.”

That line hangs in the air as the doctor walks off. Emil doesn’t move. He stares through the window at Mickie. The camera slowly pushes in on his face. Conflict? Rage? Helplessness? All of them combined?
Inside the room, Mickie slightly shifts. Barely. Emil straightens himself. Puts the mask back on. He opens the door and steps inside. The camera lingers outside in the hallway as we cut to the Spotlight vignette....


Tag Team Matchup
The Hex (Allysin Kay & Marti Belle) Vs Shotzi Blackhart & Kiera Hogan

As we get back from commercial break we hook up with Charlotte Flair and Natalya Nedihart backstage. Their relationship has been strained as of late, but both women are very bombastic about trying to keeping things together. But do they really believe in it anymore? We cut back to the arena for our next matchup of the evening...

Singles Matchup
Kamille Vs Heather Monroe

We get a short and quick promo by Candice LeRae, adressing AJ Lee, telling her that she is not finished with her, oh no, not even by a longshot! AJ might have been lucky last time, but luck will only get you this far honey. Candice is hellbent on retribution, after years of her career was setback by AJ Lee. After Candice is done with AJ, people wont even remember who AJ was! We cut back to the arena for our main event of the evening after those harsh words...

EAM Women's Tag Team Championships Matchup
Piper & Jax (c) Vs Kris Statlander & Wendy Choo


After the match, as the champions celebrate, music suddenly cranks the aren speakers. Sasha Banks & Bianca Belair walks out on the stage, to a big reaction from the crowd.

Sasha Banks:
“Y’know… it’s funny what happens when you leave something behind.”

She smirks.

Sasha Banks:
“People start acting like it never mattered. Like it wasn’t built by somebody. Like those EAM Women’s Tag Team Championships just magically became important on their own.”

She points at the camera.

Sasha Banks:
“Let me remind everybody — before Piper. Before Nia. Before all this ‘unstoppable force’ talk — there was us.”

Crowd reacts.

Sasha Banks:
“We didn’t just hold those titles. We made them.”

She lowers the mic slowly as Bianca steps forward.

Bianca Belair:
“I came back to this company for a reason. Not to ease my way in. Not to ‘see if I still got it.’ I came back because this division got real comfortable.”

She looks straight into the hard cam.

Bianca Benair:
“And I don’t do comfortable.”

Crowd pop.

Bianca Belair:
“Piper Niven. Nia Jax. Y’all are strong. Y’all are dominant. But dominance don’t last forever. And when Sasha and me are standing across from you? Strength ain’t enough.”

Sasha raises her mic again.

Sasha Banks:
“You’re looking at the blueprint. The standard. The former champions.”

She glances at Bianca.

Sasha Banks:
“And we don’t want a non-title match. We don’t want to ‘earn’ anything.”

She tilts her head.

Sasha Banks:
“We want our championships back. Let everyone see if you can handle The Legit Boss and The EST!”

They drop their mics as their music once again hits the arena speakers. They stand tall together on the stage, looking down on Piper and Nia, who's standing in the ring, raising The EAM Women's Tag Team Championships above their heads, as the segment ends....

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As the show comes to an end we cut to a dark part of the backstage area, where we hook up with Skye Blue and Julia Hart. We are witnessing Julia Haranguing Skye, telling her that she had one thing to do, but couldn't manage. So, in the end, Julia had to do it herself, as so many times before. Julia is so disappointed by Skye Blue at this point. She has not decided on a punishment yet, but she can be assure it will be a punishment. Because of her, now everyone knows..... It was supposed to look like a accident, but instead, Skye forced Julia to reveal herself, and do it in front of everyone..... Strike two Skye! You only got one left.....

[Vikingsfan88]

Episode #84


Camera opens in a Private Hospital late at night. The lighting is Cold. Clinical. Quiet. We see a long, sterile hallway. Fluorescent lights hum overhead. A red “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY” sign glows faintly in the background. Footsteps echo. The camera pans to Emil A., still in his suit from earlier in the night. Jacket off. Tie loosened. He hasn’t slept.
He’s standing outside a hospital room. Inside, through the small glass window, we see Mickie James lying in bed. Neck brace. IV attached. Motionless. The door opens. A doctor steps out, clipboard in hand. They speak quietly. The camera stays just far enough away that we feel like we shouldn’t be hearing this.

Doctor (low, professional tone):
“She’s stable. That’s the most important thing.”

Emil exhales slightly. It’s not relief. It’s survival.

Emil:
“And the rest?”

The doctor pauses as he looks down at the clipboard.

Doctor:
“There was significant trauma to the cervical region. We’ve reduced swelling for now… but the kind of impact she sustained…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence.

Emil’s jaw tightens.

Emil:
“She’s going to recover.”

It’s not a question.

The doctor hesitates — just enough.

Doctor:
“She’s strong. And she’s in excellent condition for someone in her profession.”

Beat.

Doctor (measured):
“But sometimes… it’s not about strength. It’s about risk.”

Silence.

Machines beep faintly from inside the room.

Doctor:
“We’ll know more in a few weeks. For now… she needs rest. No stress. No physical strain.”

He closes the folder.

Doctor (gently):
“You should prepare for every possibility.”

That line hangs in the air as the doctor walks off. Emil doesn’t move. He stares through the window at Mickie. The camera slowly pushes in on his face. Conflict? Rage? Helplessness? All of them combined?
Inside the room, Mickie slightly shifts. Barely. Emil straightens himself. Puts the mask back on. He opens the door and steps inside. The camera lingers outside in the hallway as we cut to the Spotlight vignette....


Tag Team Matchup
The Hex (Allysin Kay & Marti Belle) Vs Shotzi Blackhart & Kiera Hogan

The energy in the arena is electric as The Hex makes their way to the ring, oozing the confidence of a duo that has dominated the tag division across multiple continents. Across from them stands the chaotic pairing of Shotzi Blackhart and the "Girl on Fire," Kiera Hogan.

The match starts with a high-speed exchange between Hogan and Marti Belle. Hogan uses her superior agility to catch Belle with a sliding dropkick, but the momentum shifts quickly when Allysin Kay tags in. The AK-47 brings the heavy artillery, shutting down Shotzi’s "wild child" offense with a brutal lariat that turns Shotzi inside out.

Shotzi manages to create some breathing room after hitting a breathtaking Sliced Bread off the turnbuckle, desperately crawling to her corner. She tags in Hogan, who enters like a house on fire, delivering a flurry of superkicks. However, the veteran instincts of The Hex shine through. As Hogan scales the ropes for a finishing blow, Marti Belle provides a crucial distraction, allowing Kay to pluck Hogan out of the air.

Allysin Kay catches a charging Shotzi with a devastating big boot, knocking her off the apron and out of the equation.
Alone in the ring, Hogan is trapped. The Hex connects with The Hex Marks the Spot (their signature AK-47/Neckbreaker combo).

The referee counts the 1-2-3.

Winners: The Hex (Allysin Kay & Marti Belle)

As we get back from commercial break we hook up with Charlotte Flair and Natalya Nedihart backstage. Their relationship has been strained as of late, but both women are very bombastic about trying to keeping things together. But do they really believe in it anymore? We cut back to the arena for our next matchup of the evening...

Singles Matchup
Kamille Vs Heather Monroe

The bell rings, and the physical disparity is immediately apparent. Heather Monroe, ever the "Killer Bae," attempts to use her speed and psychological warfare to get under the skin of the "Brickhouse," but Kamille remains a statue of focused aggression.

Monroe finds a brief opening after dodging a corner splash, peppering Kamille’s knees with sharp kicks and following up with a desperation tornado DDT. For a second, it looks like an upset is brewing as Monroe scales the ropes. However, Kamille catches her mid-air, showcasing terrifying core strength by transitioning a crossbody directly into a swinging sidewalk slam that shakes the ring canvas.

Sensing the end, Kamille stalks her prey. Monroe staggers to her feet, only to be met with a sequence of pure power:

A devastating rolling elbow that leaves Monroe dazed.
Kamille hits the ropes and delivers a thunderous Spear that nearly folds Monroe in half.

The referee counts 1..2..3, Kamille stands over her opponent, a silent reminder of why she is one of the most feared forces in the squared circle.

Winner: Kamille

We get a short and quick promo by Candice LeRae, adressing AJ Lee, telling her that she is not finished with her, oh no, not even by a longshot! AJ might have been lucky last time, but luck will only get you this far honey. Candice is hellbent on retribution, after years of her career was setback by AJ Lee. After Candice is done with AJ, people wont even remember who AJ was! We cut back to the arena for our main event of the evening after those harsh words...

EAM Women's Tag Team Championships Matchup
Piper & Jax (c) Vs Kris Statlander & Wendy Choo

The bell rings, and the physical dominance of the champions is immediate. Nia Jax and Piper Niven stand like a literal brick wall, forcing Kris Statlander and Wendy Choo to rely on hit-and-run tactics. Choo attempts to lull the champions into a false sense of security with her signature "nap" spot, but Nia simply pulls her up by the hair, tossing her across the ring like a ragdoll.

Statlander manages to tag in and ignites the crowd with her "Galaxy’s Greatest" strength. In an incredible feat, she manages to get Piper up for a stalling vertical suplex, but the weight advantage eventually wears her down. When Statlander goes for the Big Bang Theory, Nia cuts her off with a devastating headbutt, allowing the champions to regain control.

The end is a chaotic display of pure force. Wendy Choo tries to intervene with a crossbody off the top, but Piper catches her mid-air and delivers a brutal Michinoku Driver.
Nia Jax clears the path by crushing Statlander against the turnbuckle with a cannonball.
Piper Niven hits a thunderous Viper Driver on Choo, followed immediately by Nia Jax delivering a soaring Annunaki Leg Drop.

The referee counts the pin, and Piper & Jax retain their EAM Women's Tag Team Championships in dominant fashion.

Winners and still EAM Woman's Tag Team Champions: Piper Niven and Nia Jax


After the match, as the champions celebrate, music suddenly cranks the aren speakers. Sasha Banks & Bianca Belair walks out on the stage, to a big reaction from the crowd.

Sasha Banks:
“Y’know… it’s funny what happens when you leave something behind.”

She smirks.

Sasha Banks:
“People start acting like it never mattered. Like it wasn’t built by somebody. Like those EAM Women’s Tag Team Championships just magically became important on their own.”

She points at the camera.

Sasha Banks:
“Let me remind everybody — before Piper. Before Nia. Before all this ‘unstoppable force’ talk — there was us.”

Crowd reacts.

Sasha Banks:
“We didn’t just hold those titles. We made them.”

She lowers the mic slowly as Bianca steps forward.

Bianca Belair:
“I came back to this company for a reason. Not to ease my way in. Not to ‘see if I still got it.’ I came back because this division got real comfortable.”

She looks straight into the hard cam.

Bianca Benair:
“And I don’t do comfortable.”

Crowd pop.

Bianca Belair:
“Piper Niven. Nia Jax. Y’all are strong. Y’all are dominant. But dominance don’t last forever. And when Sasha and me are standing across from you? Strength ain’t enough.”

Sasha raises her mic again.

Sasha Banks:
“You’re looking at the blueprint. The standard. The former champions.”

She glances at Bianca.

Sasha Banks:
“And we don’t want a non-title match. We don’t want to ‘earn’ anything.”

She tilts her head.

Sasha Banks:
“We want our championships back. Let everyone see if you can handle The Legit Boss and The EST!”

They drop their mics as their music once again hits the arena speakers. They stand tall together on the stage, looking down on Piper and Nia, who's standing in the ring, raising The EAM Women's Tag Team Championships above their heads, as the segment ends....

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As the champions head up the ramp, gloating after their confrontation with Sasha and Bianca, the arena falls into chaos. Two masked figures emerge from the crowd, blindsiding Nia and Piper. The attackers show zero mercy, whipping the champions into the steel barricades with sickening thuds.
The figures retreat to the top of the ramp, pausing as the crowd's confusion turns into a roar of boos. Slowly, they peel off their masks to reveal The Iiconics, Billie Kay and Peyton Royce.
"This is retribution!" Billie screams over the jeers. They mockingly laugh at the fallen champions, Peyton adding, "We’re going to show this shit company of EAM that we are the best there is. We're taking those belts from two people who don't deserve to breathe our air!"

As the show comes to an end we cut to a dark part of the backstage area, where we hook up with Skye Blue and Julia Hart. We are witnessing Julia Haranguing Skye, telling her that she had one thing to do, but couldn't manage. So, in the end, Julia had to do it herself, as so many times before. Julia is so disappointed by Skye Blue at this point. She has not decided on a punishment yet, but she can be assure it will be a punishment. Because of her, now everyone knows..... It was supposed to look like a accident, but instead, Skye forced Julia to reveal herself, and do it in front of everyone..... Strike two Skye! You only got one left.....