EAM Promotions - Season 17

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Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York


Camera opens in a dimly lit backstage area. Taz is pacing slowly. No smile. No jokes. Just pure intensity.

Taz:
“Two weeks ago… my son walked into that ring and did the impossible. He beat Walter for the EAM Television Championship.”

He nods, jaw tight.

Taz:
“And what did Walter do afterwards, huh? He couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t stand it. So he snapped… and he tried to end my son”

Taz steps closer to the camera, voice rising.

Taz:
“He didn’t just attack him... He dropped him, and mauled him, and then he put my boy through the announce table like he was nothin’!”

He exhales sharply, regaining control.

Taz:
“I went to the GM's office. I said ‘do somethin’ about this.’ And he told me… if I got a problem…”

He cracks his neck...

Taz:
“ I should handle it myself.”

Taz smirks. A cold and calculated smile on his face.

Taz:
“And you know what? That’s exactly what I was hopin’ he’d say.”

He points directly into the camera.

Taz:
“So pay attention Walter, because at the upcoming PPV, you ain’t gettin’ Hook and a rematch for the title....”

He cracks his knuckles...

Taz:
“You’re gettin’ me!”

His voice drops to a dangerous tone then...

Taz:
“You wanted to make an example outta my son? …now I’m gonna make one outta you.”

Taz steps back, throwing up his signature pose.

Taz:
“Beat me if you can, survive if I let you.”

We cut to the Jamboree vignette.....


Show opens in the arena where Jon Moxley has already made his way to the ring. He cut's a promo, asking rhetorically what a legend like himself has to do to get some recognition and a bloody title shot around here? He get's interrupted when John Cena's music cranks the arena speakers, getting a huge pop from the crowd. Cena walks out on the stage with a microphone in his hand, ready to cut a promo himself. He explains to Moxley that he understand how Moxley feels, as that's the backside of being a veteran and legend of this business. There is nothing left for him to do right? Nothing more for him to prove? If so, why don't he prove himself and his point by defeating Cena in a match, right now?

Singles Matchup
Jon Moxley Vs John Cena

The atmosphere is electric the match starts iwth Cena looking for a standard lockup, but Moxley immediately flips the script, drilling Cena with a stiff forearm that splits the veteran’s lip. The match spills outside early, where Moxley’s chaotic style takes over. He whips Cena into the steel steps and begins biting at Cena’s forehead, discarding the "Hustle, Loyalty, Respect" rulebook entirely.

Cena, ever the resilient warrior, finds his opening after a desperate back body drop on the floor. Back in the ring, he initiates the "Five Moves of Doom." The crowd roars as he hits the shoulder tackles and the Protoplex. He signals for the Five Knuckle Shuffle, but as he drops the fist, Moxley rolls into a crucifix pin for a near-fall.

Frustrated, Cena hoist Moxley up for the Attitude Adjustment. Moxley wriggles free, landing on his feet and connecting with a king-size lariat that turns Cena inside out. Moxley scales the ropes, but Cena catches him mid-air, transitioning instantly into the STF. Moxley screams in pain, crawling toward the ropes, his fingers clawing at the canvas until he finally breaks the hold.

Cena goes for a second AA, but Moxley counters with a rake to the eyes. While the ref is distracted, Moxley delivers a low blow. He hooks Cena’s arms, pulling him into the Death Rider. Cena kicks out at 2.9, leaving the arena in shock. Moxley, unhinged, doesn’t wait. He drags Cena up, looks him dead in the eye, and spikes him with a second, high-angle Death Rider onto a discarded steel chair. 1—2—3. Moxley stands over the fallen legend, a bloody grin on his face.

Winner: Jon Moxley


As we get back from commercial break, we head backstage where The Leader of The Bullet Club; Kenny Omega gives his boys Finn and AJ a pep-talk before their match tonight, explaining to them how important it is for them to win tonights match, so the other members understands they haven't lost all motivation. It's also important for their faction to maintain the status as one of the most powerful factions in the history of the business.....


Tag Team Matchup
The Broken Hardyz (Broken Matt & Brother Nero) Vs Prince Devitt & AJ Styles

The "Expedition of Gold" meets the "Phenomenal" and the "Real Rock 'n' Rolla." Matt Hardy starts the match by "deleting" the air, while Devitt mocks him with a too-cool-for-school pose. The technical brilliance of Styles and Devitt early on keeps Brother Nero isolated. They cut the ring in half, utilizing quick tags and devastating double-stomp variations.

Just as Nero manages a hot tag to Matt, the arena lights momentarily flicker a strange, neon green. Kenny Omega appears at ringside, shouting instructions to his Bullet Club allies. Matt Hardy begins biting AJ’s fingers, shouting about "Vessels" and "Premonitions."

Nero ascends for the Swanton Bomb, but Omega jumps on the apron to distract the referee. In his other hand, Omega holds a mysterious jar—supposedly "blessed" or "cursed" by a certain very nice, very evil entity he met backstage. As Devitt holds Matt Hardy for a Styles Clash, Omega attempts to throw a handful of "cursed powder" into Matt’s eyes.

Suddenly, the jar vibrates violently in Omega’s hand. Instead of hitting Matt, a gust of wind—seemingly from nowhere—blows the powder directly into the faces of Styles and Devitt. The two legends recoil, clutching their eyes as they begin to bark like dogs and flap their arms uncontrollably. Omega looks at his hands in horror.

"The Curse!" Matt Hardy laughs maniacally. Taking advantage of the supernatural chaos, Nero hits a Twist of Fate on Devitt, and Matt follows with one on Styles. Nero soars with the Swanton, crashing down on Devitt. 1—2—3. The Broken Hardyz vanish into the shadows as the "cursed" Styles and Devitt roll around the ring in confusion.

Winners: The Broken Hardyz (Broken Matt & Brother Nero)

Omega rushes into the ring, hands raised. "AJ! Devitt! It was the jar! It wasn't me, it was the curse of the pointed-toe man!"

The lights flicker violently. The haunting theme of the Bullet Club echoes. From the entrance way, Marty Scurll, Adam Cole, and Jay White emerge, looking disgusted. Scurll leads the way, leaning on his umbrella. He stops at the apron and grabs a microphone.

"Look at you lot," Scurll sneers, his voice dripping with venom. "The 'Elite,' the 'Phenomenal,' and the 'Prince.' You’ve become a circus act. You’re not leaders; you’re embarrassments. Bullet Club is about gold and cold-blooded efficiency, not barking like dogs because of a fairy tale. You’ve lost your way, and frankly, you’re all beneath us now."

White and Cole share a cold smirk. Without a physical strike, the three turn their backs and leave the legends standing in the ring, humiliated and fractured.

Before we cut to commercial break we go backstage where the camera's hook up with Cm Punk and his wife AJ Lee. They are currently making out backstage when their session is brutally interrupted by the two people who has been a thorn in their side for weeks at this point. And still, even though Punk and Lee has shown themselves superior to them, Johnny Gargano and Candice LeRae can't help themselves, continiously being tiresome and provoking. This time is no exception. It ends with Punk holding AJ Lee back as she snaps, ready to not only kick Candice's ass once more, but also willing to give Gargano a boot as well.... We cut to commercial break as security comes to the scene....


As we get back from commercial break, we go backstage where Amy Rose is about to interview Logan Paul about the incident that took place in the parking lot last week.

Amy Rose:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Logan Paul.”

Logan Paul steps into frame, wearing expensive shades despite being indoors. There’s a noticeable edge to him tonight—less smirk, more tension.

Amy Rose:
“Logan, last week in the parking lot, you were brutally assaulted by Rex Steiner, who threw you through a car window. The footage has gone viral worldwide. My question is—how are you responding to that attack?”

Logan opens his mouth to speak but suddenly, another figure slides into frame, adjusting his cuffs and inserting himself between Logan and Amy.*

Aaron Stevens:
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa… let’s just slow this entire situation down.”

He gently lowers Amy’s microphone… then raises it back toward himself.

Aaron Stevens:
“First of all, Amy, with all due respect… that question? Completely inappropriate. Completely lacking in professionalism. And quite frankly… beneath a global megastar of Logan’s magnitude.”

Logan nods slightly behind him, letting Stevens take over.

Aaron Stevens:
“You don’t just ambush a man—an international icon, a media mogul, a once-in-a-generation athlete—and ask him to relive trauma like that.”

He gestures toward Logan dramatically.

Aaron Stevens_
“This man was not ‘attacked’… he was the victim of a calculated, jealous, barbaric assault by a man who cannot stand the spotlight shining anywhere but himself.”

Amy Rose (trying to interject):
“I—”

Aaron Stevens (cutting her off):
“No, no, no, you’ve said quite enough.”

He turns fully toward the camera now.

Aaron Stevens:
“Let’s call it what it is. Rex Steiner didn’t make a statement… he committed an act of desperation. Because deep down, he knows he cannot compete with Logan Paul on any level—athletically, commercially, or culturally.”

Logan smirks slightly now, confidence returning.

Aaron Stevens:
“And as Logan’s official advisor—his strategist, his guide, his manager—I am here to ensure that what happened last week, never happens again”

Amy Rose:
“So Logan, do you—”

Aaron Stevens (again stepping in):
“What Logan will do… is handle this situation on his terms. Not in a parking lot. Not like some common street fight.”

He straightens his jacket.

Aaron Stevens:
“But in a controlled environment…where the entire world can witness the consequences of Rex Steiner’s actions.”

Finally, Stevens steps slightly aside, gesturing grandly to Logan.

Aaron Stevens:
“If—and only if—Logan chooses to speak.”

Logan slowly lowers his sunglasses, staring directly into the camera. He takes a breath…then smirks.

Logan Paul:
“Rex… you should’ve made sure I stayed down.”

Logan puts his sunglasses back on and walks off. Stevens lingers just long enough to give a smug nod before following. Amy watches them leave.

Amy Rose:
“Uhh…Back to you boys”

We cut back to the arena and our commentators Bryan and Nigel, as we are about to get our main event of the night....


Tag Team Matchup
Eli Drake & Orange Cassidy Vs Seth Rollins & Will Ospreay

This is a clash of egos versus "whatever." Seth Rollins and Will Ospreay are a human highlight reel, executing synchronized dives and springboards that leave Eli Drake fuming and Orange Cassidy... leaning against the turnbuckle with his hands in his pockets.

Ospreay delivers a Hidden Blade to Drake, nearly ending the match, but Cassidy breaks the pin by lazily falling onto the pile. Rollins, obsessed with being the "Architect" and the undisputed star, begins to grow irritated with Ospreay’s flashy offense stealing the spotlight.

The finish looms as Rollins hits a Buckle Bomb on Drake. He sets up for the Curb Stomp, but Ospreay is already in the air for an OsCutter. Rollins, wanting the glory for himself, actually shoves Ospreay mid-air, sending his own partner crashing out of the ring and into the barricade.

"I’ve got this!" Rollins screams. He runs for the Stomp on Drake, but Orange Cassidy—suddenly moving with lightning speed—dives in and yanks Drake out of the way. Rollins boots the canvas, stumbling. Cassidy stands up, removes his sunglasses, and hits Rollins with the Orange Punch with surprising force. Drake, recovering instantly, grabs Rollins and nails the Gravy Train.

Cassidy rolls Ospreay back into the ring just to hit a double lazy-pin. The referee counts three. Drake and Cassidy celebrate with a "Yeah!" and a thumbs-up, while Rollins glares at Ospreay from the floor, the ego-driven plan having backfired spectacularly.

Winners: Eli Drake and Orange Cassidy