EAM Promotions - Season 18

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Joe Hendry
EAM World Heavyweight Champion

Hafthor & Eddie Hall
EAM Tag Team Champions

Mickie James
Center Of Attention Champion

WALTER
Ornate Prime Champion

HOOK
EAM Television Champion

Samoan Scotch (Nia Jax & Piper Niven)
EAM Womens Tag Team Champions

Skye Blue
EAM Women's Champion

Colt Cabana
EAM Intercontinental Champion

Lash Legend
EAM Primetime Bitch Champion



PPV's Scheduled For Season 18:


1. Grandslam XVIII - A New Opulent!
2. Fight For Glory XVIII - Moving Mountains
3. A Cut Above
4. Shooting For The Moon
5. Wrass Bash XIII - La Gran Clínica
6. Hardcore Hangover X - Bound By Barbs
7. High Degree
8. Supersplash XIII - War in Waikiki
9. Swimming With Sharks XIII - No Cap!
10. The Smell Of Iron Roses
11. Royal Command
12. Fuck You Tony!
13. The Minneapolis Slobberknocker
14. Night Of The Slammies Vol. 14 - Twice Seven!


Upcoming PPVs



Live on PPV from Colorado Springs, Colorado/USA




CARD NIGHT 1


First Time Ever!
#1 Contenders Matchup for The EAM Title
Will Ospreay Vs Prince Devitt

Unsanctioned Tag Team Matchup
Bella Twins Vs IIconics

Pick Your Poison Matchup For The EAM Primetime Bitch Championship
Lash Legend (c) Vs ?????



Live on PPV from Denver, Colorado/USA


CARD NIGHT 2


EAM World Heavyweight Championship Matchup
Joe Hendry (c) Vs Winner of Ospreay/Devitt

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Emil A. - Chairman of EAM Promotions

Mickie James - EAM Promotions' First Lady

John Bradhsaw Leyfield - Vice-Chair

Mick Foley - Member of The Board

Colt Cabana - Member of The Board

Christopher Daniels - Member of The Board

Mr. Anderson - Member of The Board

Randy Orton - General Manager of Jamboree & Boardmember

Quinn McKay - General Manager of Spotlight

Daniel Bryan & Nigel McGuiness - Commentators & Expert Commentator on Jamboree

Beth Phoenix & Jillian Hall - Commentator & Color Commentator on Spotlight

Melissa Santos - Ring Announcer on Jamboree

Jamie Keyes - Ring Announcer on Spotlight

Alicia Atout - Backstage interviewer

Renee Young - Backstage interviewer

Joanna Rose - Backstage interviewer

Amy Rose - Backstage interviewer

Cathy Kelly - Backstage interviewer





Maxwell Jacob Friedmann (c)
Cm Punk
Eli Drake
Keith Lee
Donovan Dijakovic
Danhausen
Aaron Stevens
Pentagon Jr.
Shawn Michaels
WALTER
Jon Moxey
Orange Cassidy
Kyle O' Reilly
Bobby Fish
" The Villian " Marty Scurll
Timothy Thatcher
Angelico
Prince Devitt
Kenny Omega
Kota Ibushi
Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli
Will Ospreay
Hook
Pete Dunne
Shane Mercer
Will Hobbs
Tony Deppen
Chad Gable
Rex Steiner
Wardlow
Logan Paul
Tommaso Ciampa
Johhny Gargano
John Morrison
Rey Fenix
Matt Hardy
Jeff Hardy
Jack Vaughn
Donovan Cecil


Tag Teams:

Lucha Bros (Rey Fenix & Pentagon Jr.)
Young Bucks (Nick & Matt)
reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish)
Swerve in Our Glory (Keith Lee & Swerve Strickland)
United Empire (Jeff Cobb & Great-O-Khan)
Donovan Dijakovic and Karrion Kross
Hardy Boyz (Jeff & Matt)
Jack Vaughn & Donovan Cecil
Above The Rest (Gabriel Skye & Ikuro Kwon)

Bullet Club:

Kenny Omega, Prince Devitt, Jay White, Marty Scurll, Adam Cole






Mickie James
Shotzi Blackhart
Piper Niven
Alexa Bliss
Candice LeRae
Nia Jax
Tessa Blanchard
Scarlett Bordeaux
Charlotte Flair
Bianca Belair
Kris Statlander
Heather Monroe
Allysin Kay
Kamille
Shaul Guerrero
Jade Cargill
Kiera Hogan
Britt Baker
Billie Kay
Peyton Royce
Marti Belle
Kenzie Paige
Skye Blue
Leyla Hirsch
Natalia Markova
Raquel González
Taya Valkyrie
Stephanie Vaquer
Nikkita Lyons
Wendy Choo
Anna Jay
Tay Conti



Tag Teams:


Samoan Scotch (Nia Jax & Piper Niven)
IIconics (Billie Kay & Peyton Royce)
Tha Braid & Tha Boss (Bianca Belair & Sasha Banks)
Shotzi Blackhart & Kiera Hogan
Deonna Purrazzo & Tessa Blanchard
The Hex (Allysin Kay & Marti Belle)
Charlotte Flair & Natalya Neidhart
TayJay (Anna Jay & Tay Conti)
Nikkita Lyons & Kamille





Sombrada Dorada

Estrella Caida

Fantasma Secreto

Pollo Explosivo

Viento Volador

Oso Uno

Oso Dos

Mosca de Sangre

Máscara Poderosa

Fuego Danzante

Zorro Volador

Super Serpiente

Gran Hombre Armado

Viento Bailando

Máscara Muerta

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CARD


30-Women Rumble Matchup For The Vacant EAM Womens Championship
Wendy Choo Vs Nikkita Lyons Vs Kamille Vs Kris Statlander Vs Tessa Blanchard Vs Deonna Purrazzo
Vs Charlotte Flair Vs Natalya Neidhart Vs Raquel Rodriguez Vs Stephanie Vaquer Vs Taya Valkyrie Vs Candice LeRae Vs Roxanne Perez Vs Chelsea Green Vs Skye Blue Vs Julia Hart Vs Arianna Grace Vs Lita Vs Trish Stratus Vs Tiffany Stratton Vs Alexa Bliss Vs Beth Phoenix Vs Jillian Hall Vs Kenzie Paige Vs Maria Kanellis Vs Melina Perez, Vs Shotzi Blackhart Vs Kiera Hogan Vs Ronda Rousey Vs Quinn McKay

Singles Matchup
20 Years In The Making!
Shawn Michaels Vs Shawn Spears

Tag Team Matchup
Randy Orton & Jon Moxley Vs Hafthor & Eddie Hall

Open Challenge For The EAM World Heavyweight Championship
MJF (c) Vs ?????

EAM Mixed Tag Team Championships Matchup
Seth Rollins & Becky Lynch (c) Vs Cm Punk & AJ Lee

3-On-3 Tag Team Matchup
Eli Drake, Orange Cassidy & Logan Paul Vs Rex Steiner, Scott Steiner & Rick Steiner

EAM Television Championship Matchup
Benoit's Career Is On The Line!
Hook (c) Vs David Benoit

Open Challenge For The EAM Womens Tag Team Championships
Piper Niven & Nia Jax (c) Vs ?????

Singles Matchup
Kenny Omega Vs The Invisible Man

eXpand Showcase Matchup
Participants to be announced.....

Carnival Of Chaos Matchup
Danhausen Vs Prince Devitt

EAM Intercontinental Championship Matchup
Colt Cabana (c) Vs " The Home Town Man " Cody Deaner

Singles Matchup
Ava Raine w/The Rock Vs Noelle Foley w/Mick Foley

Singles Matchup
First Time Ever!
Johnny Gargano Vs Will Ospreay

8-Man Tag Team Matchup For The EAM Tag Team Championships
Lucha Bros (c) Vs Young Bucks Vs Hardy Boyz Vs TBA

EAM Primetime Bitch Championships Matchup
Jade Cargill (c) Vs Lash Legend

Ornate Prime Championship Matchup
Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli (c) Vs WALTER

Singles Matchup
Double Retirement Matchup!
John Cena Vs AJ Styles

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CARD


30-Women Rumble Matchup For The Vacant EAM Womens Championship
Wendy Choo Vs Nikkita Lyons Vs Kamille Vs Kris Statlander Vs Tessa Blanchard Vs Deonna Purrazzo
Vs Charlotte Flair Vs Natalya Neidhart Vs Raquel Rodriguez Vs Stephanie Vaquer Vs Taya Valkyrie Vs Candice LeRae Vs Roxanne Perez Vs Chelsea Green Vs Skye Blue Vs Julia Hart Vs Arianna Grace Vs Lita Vs Trish Stratus Vs Tiffany Stratton Vs Alexa Bliss Vs Beth Phoenix Vs Jillian Hall Vs Kenzie Paige Vs Maria Kanellis Vs Melina Perez, Vs Shotzi Blackhart Vs Kiera Hogan Vs Ronda Rousey Vs Quinn McKay

"Hardcore Country" blares through the speakers, and the arena explodes with cheers. Mickie James emerges at the top of the ramp on crutches, her left leg braced. Months after a brutal, bone-shattering beatdown by Julia Hart, she is finally back in front of the fans. Slung over her shoulder is the vacant EAM Women’s Championship. She hobbles down the ramp, soaking in a massive ovation, and takes a microphone.

MICKIE JAMES

"You have no idea how much I wish I was wearing boots instead of this brace tonight. I wanted to defend this title, but since Julia Hart took that from me, I have to watch someone else take care of it. But I'm not leaving. Guess I will be commentating with you gals tonight!"

Mickie drops the mic, makes her way to the announcer's desk, and pulls out a chair next to Jillian Hall. She slips on a headset, ready for history.

The 30-Woman Royal Rumble Match
The buzzer sounds to start the match.

Entry No. 1: Trish Stratus

Entry No. 2: Lita

The two Hall of Famers stare each other down as the crowd chants "This is iconic!" They lock up, trading arm drags and signature poses.

Entry No. 3: Kamille

The powerhouse marches down and immediately corners both legends. Kamille looks incredibly cocky, flexing her muscles and trying to shove both Trish and Lita over the top rope at the same time. The legends look at each other, mockingly shrug, and trip Kamille into the ropes. Together, Trish and Lita execute a double clothesline.

Elimination No. 1: Kamille is eliminated by Trish Stratus and Lita straight away.

Entry No. 4: Roxanne Perez

The young phenom slides in, hitting a crossbody on Lita and a spinning neckbreaker on Trish.

Entry No. 5: Wendy Choo

Choo wanders down the ramp clutching her pillow, slides into the ring, and immediately goes to sleep in the corner.

Entry No. 6: Nikkita Lyons

Lyons dominates immediately, hitting a massive spinning heel kick on Roxanne.

Elimination No. 2: Wendy Choo is thrown over the top rope by Nikkita Lyons while she is sleeping.

Entry No. 7: Ronda Rousey

The baddest woman on the planet storms the ring, looking like an absolute sniper. She immediately locks Roxanne Perez in an armbar.

Entry No. 8: Charlotte Flair

The Queen emerges to a chorus of "WOOOs!" She steps into the ring, and Ronda Rousey breaks the armbar to face her. Ronda charges, looking for a judo throw, but Charlotte counters seamlessly, hoisting Ronda up and dropping her over the top rope. Ronda lands on the apron, and Charlotte hits a devastating boot to the face!

Elimination No. 3: Ronda Rousey is eliminated by Charlotte Flair only seconds after entering.

Entry No. 9: Kris Statlander

Statlander hits the ring with high energy, striking Charlotte with a rolling lariat.

Entry No. 10: Beth Phoenix

At the commentary desk, Beth Phoenix stands up, unclips her headset, and smiles at her broadcast partner Jillian Hall. The Glamazon storms the ring, hitting a Glam Slam on Nikkita Lyons!

Elimination No. 4: Nikkita Lyons is eliminated by Beth Phoenix.

Entry No. 11: Deonna Purrazzo

The Virtuosa joins the match, systematically targeting the arms of Roxanne and Trish.

Entry No. 12: Tessa Blanchard

Blanchard hits the ring, taking down Statlander with a cutter. Meanwhile, Charlotte and Trish are fighting on the apron.

Elimination No. 5: Roxanne Perez is eliminated by Deonna Purrazzo.

Entry No. 13: Jillian Hall

Jillian Hall leaves her commentary position, singing terribly into a microphone as she enters the ring. Beth Phoenix is still alive inside. Jillian immediately runs over to help Beth double-team Tessa.

Entry No. 14: Stephanie Vaquer

The international star lights up the ring with brutal chops to Deonna and Jillian.

Entry No. 15: Taya Valkyrie

Valkyrie delivers a spectacular spear to Kris Statlander.

Elimination No. 6: Kris Statlander is eliminated by Taya Valkyrie.

Entry No. 16: Candice LeRae

LeRae flies off the top rope with a missile dropkick onto Taya and Deonna.

Entry No. 17: Chelsea Green

Chelsea slides into the ring and immediately starts complaining to the referee about the noise. While she is screaming, Beth Phoenix and Jillian Hall start arguing over who should get the elimination on Tessa. They begin shoving each other toward the ropes, trying to eliminate one another. Chelsea Green sneaks up from behind and shoves both of them over!

Elimination No. 7 & 8: Beth Phoenix and Jillian Hall are eliminated by Chelsea Green.

Entry No. 18: Skye Blue

Skye runs into the ring, firing up the crowd with hurricanranas on Chelsea and Candice.

Entry No. 19: Julia Hart

The spooky, dark presence of Julia Hart fills the arena. She glares directly at Mickie James at the commentary desk before entering. Inside the ring, Julia and Skye Blue immediately lock eyes and start throwing furious punches. Julia manages to push Skye toward the ropes and hits a forearm that sends Skye flying out of the ring—but it is through the middle rope, so Skye is not eliminated. However, Skye hits her head hard on the floor and lies completely knocked out.

Entry No. 20: Tiffany Stratton

Stratton enters, hitting a Preppy Powerbomb on Candice LeRae. She glows with confidence, but turns around right into a Stratusfaction from Trish!

Elimination No. 9: Tiffany Stratton is eliminated by Trish Stratus.

Entry No. 21: Arianna Grace

Entry No. 22: Kenzie Paige

Entry No. 23: Maria Kanellis

Entry No. 24: Melina Perez

Entry No. 25: Kiera Hogan

With a crowded ring, chaos takes over and five quick eliminations happen in rapid succession.

Elimination No. 10: Candice LeRae is eliminated by Taya Valkyrie.

Elimination No. 11: Kiera Hogan is eliminated by Tessa Blanchard.

Elimination No. 12: Kenzie Paige is eliminated by Stephanie Vaquer.

Elimination No. 13: Maria Kanellis is eliminated by Melina Perez.

Elimination No. 14: Melina Perez is eliminated by Charlotte Flair.

Entry No. 26: Alexa Bliss

The Twisted One returns, laughing maniacally as she cleans house with sister abigail attempts.

Elimination No. 15: Arianna Grace is eliminated by Alexa Bliss.

Elimination No. 16: Stephanie Vaquer is eliminated by Charlotte Flair.

Entry No. 27: Natalya Neidhart

Entry No. 28: Raquel Rodriguez

Raquel enters like a wrecking ball, immediately targeting the legends.

Elimination No. 17: Lita is eliminated by Raquel Rodriguez.

Elimination No. 18: Trish Stratus is eliminated by Charlotte Flair.

Entry No. 29: Shotzi Blackheart

Shotzi rides her tank to the ring, screaming and diving onto the pile.

Entry No. 30: Quinn McKay

Suddenly, the titan screen cuts to the backstage area. Quinn McKay is mid-interview with Lash Legend, before her title match against Jade Cargill later tonight. The buzzer sounds for No. 30, and Quinn looks down at her wristband in absolute shock—she realizes she is the final entrant. Stunned, McKay gives Lash Legend the microphone and rushes down the corridor, sprinting to the ring in her casual clothes.

Quinn slides into the ring, full of adrenaline, and immediately clotheslines Chelsea Green! But the veterans quickly overwhelm the final entries. But she manage to crawl to a corner where she crawls straight into Taya Valkyrie. Taya Only shakes her head, and tells McKay she has no business in a wrestling ring. McKay tries yet again to crawl away, but is caught by Taya.

Elimination No. 19: Quinn McKay is eliminated by Taya Valkyrie.

Elimination No. 20: Shotzi Blackheart is eliminated by Tessa Blanchard.

Elimination No. 21: Deonna Purrazzo is eliminated by Natalya Neidhart.

Elimination No. 22: Natalya Neidhart is eliminated by Raquel Rodriguez.

Elimination No. 23: Taya Valkyrie is eliminated by Tessa Blanchard.

Elimination No. 24: Tessa Blanchard is eliminated by Charlotte Flair.

Elimination No. 25: Charlotte Flair is eliminated by Raquel Rodriguez.

Elimination No. 26: Raquel Rodriguez is eliminated by Julia Hart and Alexa Bliss working together.

The Final Four
The last four competitors remaining are Julia Hart, Chelsea Green, Alexa Bliss, and Skye Blue (who still lies motionless on the floor outside).

Inside the ring, Julia Hart and Alexa Bliss engage in a dark, psychological battle. Alexa goes for a DDT, but Julia counters, spraying mist into Alexa's eyes and clotheslining her over the top rope!

Elimination No. 27: Alexa Bliss is eliminated by Julia Hart.

Julia immediately turns her attention toward the commentary desk. She walks to the ropes, glaring at Mickie James, mocking her injury by mimicking walking on crutches. Mickie's face goes red. Fueled by anger, Mickie stands up, grabs her crutches, and walks determinedly toward the ring.

Julia backs into the center of the ring, laughing at Mickie, completely oblivious to her surroundings. Suddenly, Chelsea Green strikes from behind, hitting the Unprettier on Julia! Chelsea drags Julia's limp body and dumps her over the top rope.

Elimination No. 28: Julia Hart is eliminated by Chelsea Green.

Chelsea Green looks around the empty ring, jumps up and down, and screams in celebration. She thinks she has won the match. She doesn't realize that Skye Blue is still legally in the match, lying on the floor outside. The referee tries to tell Chelsea, pointing frantically at the floor, but Chelsea is too busy shouting at Mickie James at ringside, demanding Mickie give her the title belt.

On the floor, Skye Blue suddenly stirs and wakes up. She sees Chelsea running around the ring with her back turned. Skye quietly rolls back into the ring under the bottom rope. Chelsea turns around, only to get slapped hard right across the face by Skye!

Chelsea stumbles back, shocked. Skye wastes absolutely no time, grabbing Chelsea and sending her flying over the top rope to the floor!

Elimination No. 29: Chelsea Green is eliminated by Skye Blue.

The bell rings as we got ourself a new EAM Women's Champion!

Everyone cheer Skye Blue. Everyone except for Julia Hart, who crawls quietly into the shadows. Mickie gets up from her place down at the announce table and makes her way to the ring to hand the title over to Skye Blue. It's a very emotional moment no doubt, and you can see Skye Blue being humble and honored. Mickie hands her the championship belt before raising her hand. The audience goes wild and you can clearly see a tear in Skye Blue's eyes as she climbs up on the turnbuckle, holding the EAM Women's Championship belt high over her head.

But the cheers quickly turns to silence and the contempt of disdain, as Mickie hits Skye Blue straight over her back with one of her crutches. The people in attentance can't believe what they are witnessing. Mickie doesn't stop with only one shot. As Skye Blue falls down on the canvas, Mickie continue her relentless assault with the crutch until security stops her savaga beatings. EMT's runs to Skye Blue's aid as we cut to commercial break....

WINNER: And NEW EAM Women’s Champion, Skye Blue!

Singles Matchup
20 Years In The Making!
Shawn Michaels Vs Shawn Spears

The atmosphere inside the stadium for Grandslam 18 was electric, a kinetic hum that felt like static on the skin. When the opening notes of "Sexy Boy" hit, the 80,000 in attendance erupted, but the man walking down the ramp wasn't the grinning showman of the nineties. This was a grim, focused Shawn Michaels, the legend forced out of retirement by a ghost from his past. Across from him stood Shawn Spears—the "Perfect 10" turned "Chairman," a man fueled by two decades of fermented resentment. The screen flickered with the black-and-white footage from 2006: a young, wide-eyed Spears (then Stan) catching a random, backstage Superkick simply because Michaels was having a bad day. For Michaels, it was a Tuesday. For Spears, it was the moment his soul curdled.

The bell rang, and the disparity in their energy was immediate. Spears didn't want a wrestling match; he wanted a public execution. He lunged across the ring, raining down closed fists, screaming, "I was just standing there!" Michaels, showing the ring rust of a man who had been away, was tossed into the turnbuckles with violent force. Spears utilized his "Chairman" persona early, sliding out of the ring to grab a steel chair—the very weapon he had used to haunt HBK for the past calendar year. He stalked Michaels, mocking the "tuning up the band" motion, but as he swung, the veteran instincts of the "Heartbreak Kid" kicked in. Michaels ducked, and Spears’ chair wrapped around the ring post with a deafening clang.

The match shifted into a grueling clinic of psychological warfare. Michaels began to find his rhythm, his chops echoing like gunshots against Spears' chest. Every time HBK built momentum, Spears would target the back and neck, specifically the areas that had nearly ended Michaels' career years ago. The story was clear: Spears wanted to take away the very thing Michaels had "stolen" from him—a future. Spears locked in a Sharpshooter in the center of the ring, a blatant taunt to Michaels’ history in Montreal. The crowd roared as Shawn clawed toward the ropes, his face a mask of agony, finally catching the bottom strand.

The climax began when the action spilled to the outside. Spears cleared the announce table, looking to end the legend once and for all. He hoisted Michaels up for the C4, but HBK countered, sliding down his back and pushing Spears into the steel steps. With the crowd reaching a fever pitch, Michaels ascended the turnbuckle. For a moment, the years fell away. He soared through the night sky, driving his elbow into Spears’ chest through the announce table.

Both men crawled back into the ring at the count of nine. They traded strikes from their knees, a bloody exchange of "I’m sorry" and "I hate you." Spears finally caught Michaels with a devastating Superkick of his own—a poetic irony that nearly sealed the deal. Michaels kicked out at 2.9, sending the stadium into a frenzy. Spears, desperate and trembling, went for one more chair shot, but the referee was knocked aside in the chaos. Spears turned around, looking to finish it, but Michaels was already "tuning up the band."

The rhythm was unmistakable. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. As Spears swung the chair, Michaels leaned back, the chair whistling over his head, and connected with a thunderous Sweet Chin Music. Spears didn't just fall; he went limp. Michaels draped a weary arm over his nemesis, the referee counting the three. The twenty-year grudge was settled, not with a chair, but with the very move that started it all.

Winner: Shawn Michaels

The music faded. The bright stadium lights seemed to dim, focusing solely on the ring where Shawn Spears lay battered, staring at the rafters with glazed eyes. Michaels didn't celebrate. He grabbed a microphone, his chest heaving, blood trickling from a cut above his eyebrow. He walked over and sat cross-legged next to Spears’ head, much like a mentor would to a student.

"Look at me, Shawn," Michaels rasped, his voice cracking with emotion. "For twenty years, you carried that kick like a cross. You let one moment of my arrogance define your entire existence. You became a monster just so I’d remember your name. Well, look around... everyone knows your name now. But here’s the truth you didn't want to hear: I didn't kick 'Stan' because I hated him. I kicked him because I didn't care. But after tonight? I’ll never forget you. You’re world-class. Now, let the hate go, before it's the only thing left of you."

Michaels dropped the mic, patted Spears’ shoulder once, and left the ring in silence.

Tag Team Matchup
Randy Orton & Jon Moxley Vs Hafthor & Eddie Hall

The visual was jarring. Jon Moxley, a man who thrives on violence, and Randy Orton, the "Apex Predator," looked like mere mortals standing across from the two strongest men in history. As the bell rang, the "World’s Strongest Rivalry" of Hafthor and Eddie Hall transitioned into a unified front of pure, unadulterated destruction.

The opening minutes were a display of terrifying strength. Eddie Hall caught a leaping Moxley mid-air, not for a slam, but simply to bench-press him three times before launching him into the turnbuckle like a lawn dart. When Orton tagged in, hoping to use his surgical precision, Hafthor simply walked through a European Uppercut as if it were a breeze. The giants then took the fight to the floor, and the "trash" phase began. Hafthor gripped Moxley by the belt and the scruff of his neck, military-pressing him over the barricade into the fifth row. Simultaneously, Eddie Hall used Orton as a human battering ram, swinging him into the steel ring post with enough force to dent the metal.

However, the veterans survived. Moxley crawled back, bleeding but grinning, and Orton’s cold, calculated eyes never left the giants. The momentum shifted when the "Tacticians" used the giants' momentum against them. As Eddie charged, Moxley pulled the top rope down, sending the Beast tumbling to the outside. Inside, Orton struck Hafthor’s knee with a dropkick, bringing the mountain down to one level.

The chemistry between Orton and Moxley was surprisingly seamless. In a breathtaking sequence, Moxley hit a Paradigm Shift on Eddie Hall, and as the giant staggered backward, Orton soared out of nowhere with an RKO that shook the very foundation of the ring. The stadium nearly collapsed from the noise. It looked like the upset of the century was imminent as Orton hovered over Eddie for the pin.

But Hafthor was the equalizer. He didn't just break the pin; he snatched Orton off the mat with one hand. Moxley jumped on Thor’s back, locking in a sleeper, but the Icelander simply backed into the corner, crushing Moxley beneath his 350-pound frame. Eddie Hall, recovering with terrifying speed, leveled Orton with a "World’s Strongest Punch" that sounded like a car crash.

The finish was a masterpiece of power. With Moxley dazed, Eddie and Hafthor stood on opposite sides of Orton. They hoisted Orton up for a coordinated Double Powerbomb, but instead of the mat, they drove him with soul-crushing force directly onto his own tag team partner. With both legends stacked in a heap of broken limbs, the two giants knelt over them, pinning both men simultaneously to claim a dominant, historic victory.

Winners: Haftor and Eddie Hall

The area surrounding the ring looked like a disaster zone. The heavy-duty steel barricades were twisted and buckled where Moxley had been launched. One of the announce tables was reduced to splinters and tangled wires, while the ring steps—objects weighing over 200 pounds—had been tossed twenty feet from their original position like discarded toys. Dark red smears marked the concrete where the giants had dragged the veterans. It wasn't just a wrestling ringside anymore; it was a demolition site, littered with broken wood, shattered monitors, and the lingering aura of absolute physical dominance.

Open Challenge For The EAM World Heavyweight Championship
MJF (c) Vs Joe Hendry

The lights in the arena flicker to a sharp, aggressive spotlight as "Dig In" hits the PA system. The crowd instantly erupts into a chorus of deafening boos as MJF walks angrily out on stage, the EAM World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. He isn't wearing his usual pristine scarf; his tape is wrapped tight around his knuckles, and his face is twisted in pure rage. He violently gestures to the back and yells to cut his music.

The fans boo even louder, the sound echoing off the rafters. MJF steps to the center of the ramp, raises the microphone, and yells at the top of his lungs, "Shut the fuck up!"

The hostile reaction only intensifies, but as the crowd slowly settles into a low, simmering collective hiss, MJF speaks with venom spitting from his lips.

"This is the biggest show of the year, and why the hell am I not booked on this card? Look at me! I am the greatest wrestler and the greatest champion in any promotion today, and this is how EAM treats MEEEEEEE?!" He paces back and forth, his eyes wild. "I am not leaving this arena tonight, I will not leave this ring until someone accepts my OPEN CHALLENGE for the EAM World Heavyweight Championship right here, right now!"

MJF marches down the ramp, slides into the ring, and stands dead center, arms crossed. Total silence fills the arena. The seconds tick by. Five seconds. Ten seconds. There seems like no one is going to accept the challenge.

MJF scoffs, a look of pure arrogance returning to his face. He yells out one last time, "That’s what I thought! You all backstage are a bunch of losers!"

Turning his back on the crowd, MJF drops the microphone, exits the ring, and starts walking up the ramp. But just as he reaches the midway point, the arena lights snap to a vibrant, glowing blue.

"SAY HIS NAME AND HE APPEARS!" cranks through the speakers.

The arena explodes into an absolute frenzy. MJF freezes dead in his tracks. A slow, mocking smirk creeps across his face. He turns around, looking toward the curtain as Joe Hendry steps out, arms wide, soaking in the thunderous chants of "I believe in Joe Hendry!" MJF turns on his heel and walks back into the ring, ready for a fight.


The bell rings, and the arena shakes with a deafening chant of “I believe in Joe Hendry!”

MJF rolls his eyes, backing into the corner and covering his ears. He looks absolutely disgusted by the fans' adulation for the challenger. The opening minutes of this historic matchup quickly turn into a high-stakes psychological chess game. MJF tries every stalling tactic in his playbook—he backs into the ropes to force a referee break, slides out of the ring to yell at a fan in the front row, and takes his sweet time adjusting his knee pads.

But Joe Hendry refuses to let the champion break his focus. Hendry simply stands in the center of the ring, conducting the crowd like an orchestra, fueling himself on their incredible energy. Every time MJF steps back inside the ropes, Hendry stares him down with a confident, unwavering smile.

Finally, the two men lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. MJF tries to use his technical prowess to wrench Hendry's arm, but Hendry counters with pure, unadulterated power. With a massive heave, Hendry shoves MJF completely across the ring. The champion stumbles backward, crashing hard into the turnbuckles and clutching his jaw. He stares at Hendry, wide-eyed and gasping, completely caught off guard by the challenger's immense physical strength.

Seeing his opening, Hendry takes total control of the contest. He executes a flawless, beautiful delayed vertical suplex, hoisting MJF high into the air and holding him upside down for a full ten seconds while the entire arena counts along in perfect unison. He slams the champion down and makes a cover, but MJF kicks out at two, looking completely flustered and frantic.

Realizing he is in a legitimate, dangerous fight, MJF resorts to his trademark dirty tactics. During a close-quarters tie-up against the ropes, MJF subtly rakes his fingers across Hendry’s eyes while the referee's back is turned. As Hendry stumbles blind, MJF follows up immediately with a brutal, targeted chop block straight to Hendry's left knee.

For the next several minutes, MJF systematically takes Hendry apart, ruthlessly focusing all of his offense on that injured joint. He locks in a painful grapevine submission, twisting the knee while laughing maniacally as Hendry screams in agony. Every single time Hendry tries to build a comeback or rally the crowd, MJF shuts it down instantly with a timely cheap shot, a thumb to the eye, or a desperate pull of the tights.

Then comes a bizarre, hilarious moment of comedy. MJF traps Hendry in the corner and begins delivering a series of theatrical, mocking slaps to Hendry's chest, yelling, "You think you're a star? You're a meme!" Hendry, suddenly absorbing the pain, starts to "hulk up." He stares at MJF, completely unfazed, and begins doing his signature, happy-go-lucky wave rhythmically with his arms right in MJF's face. MJF stops, looks at Hendry's waving hands with a face of pure confusion, and tries to slap him again. Hendry catches his hand, winks at the camera, and violently bites MJF's fingers! MJF screams like a toddler, jumping up and down and shaking his hand in agony while the crowd roars with laughter.

However, the champion’s vicious streak returns. Frustrated that Hendry simply will not stay down, MJF decides he has finally had enough. He exits the ring, grabs his EAM World Heavyweight Championship belt from the timekeeper's table, and starts walking straight up the entrance ramp. He is intentionally trying to take a count-out loss to save his title.

The referee leans over the ropes, starting his official count: "One! Two! Three! Four!..."

Hendry, limping heavily from the earlier knee damage, rolls out of the ring to pursue the fleeing champion. The referee, trying to maintain order, steps right into Hendry's path to stop him from leaving the ringside area. In a freak, accidental collision, Hendry tries to brush past the official, but his shoulder catches the referee squarely in the jaw. The referee spins around and hits the canvas, completely knocked out cold.

Up on the ramp, MJF hears the referee's counting suddenly stop. He turns around with a smirk, fully expecting to hear the final count of ten. Instead, he sees the official unconscious on the floor. MJF looks up toward the ring and his jaw drops. Joe Hendry is standing perfectly upright. The heavy limp is completely gone. Hendry stands dead center in the ring with a massive, knowing smirk plastered across his face. The injury was a ruse; it was a total trap.

Furious and panicked, MJF drops the title belt onto the ramp and runs full sprint back down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and charges blindly at Hendry with a wild, desperate clothesline. Hendry ducks the attack seamlessly. As MJF spins back around, Hendry grabs him, hoists him high into the air, and plants him into the canvas with a devastating Standing Ovation!

Just then, a second referee comes sprinting down the long ramp, sliding headfirst into the ring to make the count. He hooks MJF's leg:

One!
Two!
Thr—NO! MJF somehow gets his shoulder up at the absolute last millisecond! The crowd groans in utter disbelief, and Hendry holds up two fingers, shaking his head in respect for the champion's resilience.

The match descends into an absolute war of attrition. Both men are completely exhausted, trading vicious right hands and forearms in the middle of the ring. MJF hits a desperation low blow while the new referee is briefly distracted, followed by a devastating Heatseeker piledriver over the top rope. He pins Hendry, but the challenger refuses to give up, kicking out at two.

MJF goes to the well one too many times. He tries to load up his infamous Dynamo Diamond Ring, but the sharp-eyed referee catches him red-handed and snatches the weapon away. As a frustrated MJF argues wildly with the official, Hendry sneaks up directly from behind.

Hendry spins MJF around. The desperate champion tries to poke his eyes, but Hendry blocks it effortlessly. With a sudden burst of pure, unadulterated energy, Hendry hooks MJF's arms, lifts him high into the lights, and hits a second, even more impactful Standing Ovation right in the center of the ring!

Hendry collapses over MJF, hooking the leg firmly. The referee counts:

One!
Two!
Three!

The roof blows completely off the arena! The crowd enters a state of pure euphoria as Joe Hendry’s infectious theme music blasts over the PA system. The new referee hands over the gold, and Joe Hendry raises the EAM World Heavyweight Championship high, smiling from ear to ear.

Winner and NEW EAM World Heavyweight Champion: Joe Hendry!

EAM Mixed Tag Team Championships Matchup
Seth Rollins & Becky Lynch (c) Vs Cm Punk & AJ Lee

The atmosphere inside the arena is absolute electricity. The crowd is unglued, split down the middle with dueling chants echoing from the rafters. On one side stands the blueprint of modern WWE excellence: Seth “Freakin” Rollins and “The Man” Becky Lynch, the EAM Mixed Tag Team Champions. On the other, the returning icons of counter-culture: CM Punk and AJ Lee.

The bell rings, and the legal combatants are the women. Becky and AJ circle one another. Becky relies on her physical dominance and textbook technical prowess, locking AJ in a tight waist-lock. But AJ, as unpredictable as ever, skitters out of the hold with a bridge and slaps Becky across the face, tilting her head with that famous, chaotic smile.

Becky fumes, charging forward with a furious clothesline. The pace quickens instantly. AJ hits a deep arm drag, but Becky rolls through, answering with a leg-lariat. Becky looks for an early Dis-Arm-Her, but AJ scrambles to the ropes, gasping for air. Seeing an opening, AJ lunges forward, executing a flawless swinging neckbreaker. Knowing she needs to weaken the champion, AJ locks in a sleeper hold, wrapping her body like a backpack around Lynch. Becky slams AJ backward into the turnbuckle to break the hold, both women collapsing to the canvas, desperately crawling toward their corners.

Hot tag on both sides. Rollins and Punk explode into the ring.

The crowd erupts as the two bitter rivals collide in the center of the ring, trading stiff, echoing forearm smashes. Rollins gets the upper hand with a rolling elbow, follows it up with a loyalty-testing falcon arrow, and goes for the pin—two count! Seth doesn’t waste time; he scales the turnbuckle, looking for the Phoenix Splash. He leaps, but Punk rolls out of the way. Rollins lands on his feet, but turns around right into a devastating roundhouse kick from Punk.

Punk seizes momentum. He unleashes his signature combination: a spinning back fist, a clothesline, and the trademark running high knee into the corner. He drops Rollins with a short-arm clothesline and climbs to the top rope. Punk points to the sky, paying homage to the late Randy Savage, and delivers a beautiful diving elbow drop across Rollins' chest. Punk hooks the leg, but Rollins kicks out at two and a half!

Punk gestures for the Go To Sleep, lifting Rollins onto his shoulders. But Rollins counters, raking the eyes and sliding down Punk’s back. Rollins pushes Punk into the ropes and hits a devastating enzuigiri. With Punk dazed, Rollins measures him for the Stomp.

Just as Rollins springs into the air, AJ Lee darts across the ring, selflessly throwing her body over Punk. Rollins aborts the Stomp to avoid crushing AJ, stumbling backward. Seizing the distraction, Becky Lynch storms the ring, clotheslining AJ over the top rope. The referee is completely distracted trying to restore order as Becky and AJ brawl wildly on the outside, crashing through the timekeeper’s barricade.

Inside the ring, Rollins turns his attention back to Punk. He superkicks Punk to his knees, laughing maniacally as the crowd boos. Rollins backs up, setting up for the Stomp one more time. He charges—but Punk hyper-extends his leg, tripping Rollins mid-stride.

Before Rollins can recover, Punk locks in the Anaconda Vise right in the center of the ring! Rollins is screaming in pain, his arm flailing. He tries to reach the bottom rope, but his strength is fading. Realizing he can't break the submission, Rollins uses his core strength to roll his weight backward, pressing Punk’s shoulders to the mat for a surprise pinfall attempt. The referee notices and begins the count: One! Two!

Punk is forced to break the submission to avoid being pinned. Both men scramble to their feet, running on pure adrenaline. Rollins attempts a pop-up powerbomb, but Punk counters mid-air, landing on his feet.

Punk catches Rollins with a kick to the gut. In one fluid, explosive motion, Punk hoists the champion onto his shoulders. The crowd is on their feet, screaming. Rollins tries to elbow his way out, but Punk holds firm.

Punk shouts to the rafters, drops Rollins from his shoulders, and drives his knee straight into Rollins' jaw. GTS!

Rollins collapses like a deck of cards. Punk hooks both legs, staring dead into the hard camera.

One!
Two!
Three!

The arena explodes into absolute pandemonium as "Cult of Personality" blares through the speakers. AJ Lee crawls back into the ring, battered but ecstatic, throwing her arms around Punk. The referee hands them the gold.

Winners and NEW EAM Mixed Tag Team Champions: CM Punk and AJ Lee!

3-On-3 Tag Team Matchup
Eli Drake, Orange Cassidy & Logan Paul Vs Rex Steiner, Scott Steiner & Rick Steiner

3-On-3 Tag Team Matchup
Eli Drake, Orange Cassidy & Logan Paul vs. Rex Steiner, Scott Steiner & Rick Steiner
The sheer contrast in styles in this matchup is staggering. On one side stands the modern, media-savvy trio of Eli Drake, Orange Cassidy, and Logan Paul. On the other, the terrifying genetic powerhouse of the Steiner family: Rick, Scott, and the unstoppable Rex Steiner.

The match starts with Scott "Big Poppa Pump" Steiner trading verbal barbs with Eli Drake. Drake tries to use his mic skills to stall, but Scott snaps, driving Drake into the corner with vicious chops. The Steiners take early control, utilizing classic amateur backgrounds to ground their opponents. Rick Steiner enters the ring, hitting a vintage belly-to-belly suplex on Logan Paul that sends the social media star flying across the squared circle.

The crowd explodes when Orange Cassidy gets the tag. With his hands buried deep in his pockets, Cassidy nonchalantly avoids a charging clothesline from Rex Steiner, hitting a lazy dropkick that infuriates the young powerhouse. Rex responds by completely leveling Cassidy with a brutal overhead release overhead suplex, proving the Steiner bloodline is as dominant as ever.

The match breaks down into absolute chaos as all six men storm the ring. Rick and Scott Steiner look to execute their iconic Steinerizer bulldog off the top rope on Logan Paul. However, Eli Drake pulls Rick off the apron at the last second, crashing him into the steel steps.

Inside the ring, Scott Steiner turns right into a lightning-fast buckshot lariat from Logan Paul, who showcases his jaw-dropping athleticism. Simultaneously, Rex Steiner attempts to spear Orange Cassidy, but Cassidy sidesteps, sending Rex shoulder-first into the ring post.

With the Steiner brothers neutralized on the outside, Scott Steiner is left isolated. Orange Cassidy hits a sudden, explosive Orange Punch that staggers the legend. Logan Paul springs off the top rope, delivering a devastating frog splash across the ring. Finally, Eli Drake scoops up the dazed Big Poppa Pump, planting him dead center in the canvas with the Blunt Force Trauma (BFT).

Drake makes the cover while Paul and Cassidy guard the ropes. The referee counts a definitive one, two, three! Eli Drake, Orange Cassidy, and Logan Paul stand tall, their hands raised in victory over wrestling royalty.

Winners: Eli Drake, Orange Cassidy and Logan Paul

INT. BACKSTAGE - NIGHT

The chaotic, high-energy ambient noise of the arena echoes down the concrete corridor.

AMY ROSE stands holding a microphone, looking anxious but professional. The camera tightens on her as she addresses the audience.

AMY ROSE

"Fans, I am backstage right now outside the locker room of MJF. Just moments ago, in a shocking turn of events, Joe Hendry defeated MJF to become the new EAM Champion. I am told MJF is absolutely beside himself—"

Suddenly, the heavy locker room door SLAMS open.

MJF storms out. He is drenched in sweat, his tape-wrapped hands tearing at his signature Burberry scarf, ripping it off his neck. His face is crimson, eyes wide with unhinged fury.

Amy flinches but bravely steps into his path, thrusting the microphone forward.

AMY ROSE

"MJF! MJF, please, just a moment! A devastating loss out there to Joe Hendry, the world is in shock—do you have any words for the fans regarding—"

MJF stops dead in his tracks. He turns on her, looming close. When he speaks, it’s not his usual smug, calculated tone—it is a raw, vocal-chord-shredding scream.

MJF

"WORDS?! YOU WANT WORDS, AMY?! YOU WANT A SOUNDBITE FOR YOUR LITTLE TWITTER CLIPS?! JOE HENDRY IS A FRAUD! A THIEF! AND THIS WHOLE DAMN COMPANY IS AGAINST ME!"

Before Amy can even blink, MJF spins around and marches a few feet down the hall. He stops directly in front of a door marked "RANDY ORTON - MANAGEMENT."

Without knocking, MJF rips the door open with enough force to nearly tear it off the hinges. He steps inside and, before Amy can follow, he grabs the edge of the door and slams it shut RIGHT IN HER FACE.

The camera jiggles from the impact. Amy takes a sharp step back, clutching the microphone to her chest.

INT. RANDY ORTON'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS (AUDIO ONLY)

Through the thick wooden door, muffled but incredibly loud violence erupts immediately.

CRASH! (The sound of a ceramic lamp shattering).

THUD! (A heavy wooden chair being hurled against a wall).

MJF (V.O.)
(Screaming muffled, but distinct)

"YOU DID THIS! YOU SET ME UP!"

RANDY ORTON (V.O.)
(Low, booming, and dangerously calm)

"Get your hands off my desk before I break them, Max."

More crashing follows. Papers tearing, metal trash cans being kicked across the room. Amy Rose stands frozen in the hallway, staring at the door in absolute horror.

Suddenly—BANG!

The office door launches open with violent force, swinging wildly on its hinges and missing Amy’s face by mere inches. She gasps, stumbling backward out of the frame.

The camera pans rapidly to the open doorway. Inside, the office is a disaster zone—files scattered everywhere, a plant knocked over. RANDY ORTON is standing behind his desk, leaning forward, his veins bulging, looking ready to murder someone.

MJF is backed up toward the exit, pointing a trembling, enraged finger directly at Orton. The backstage microphone picks up MJF’s raw, breathless shouting perfectly.

MJF

"You listen to me, Randy! You give me my revenge at Fight for Glory! You give me Hendry, or I swear to God, there will be hell to pay for everyone in this company! EVERYONE!"

Before Orton can even step around the desk, MJF grabs the door handle again, SLAMS it shut a final time, and rushes past the camera, shoving a production assistant out of the way as he disappears down the dark hallway.

The camera pans back to Amy Rose, who is breathless, wide-eyed, and completely speechless.

EAM Television Championship Matchup
Benoit's Career Is On The Line!
Hook (c) Vs David Benoit

The tension inside the arena is thick enough to cut with a knife. For David Benoit, this isn't just about the EAM Television Championship—it is about survival. If he loses to the cold, calculating "Cold-Hearted Handsome Devil" Hook, his wrestling career is permanently over.

The bell rings, and the match is an intense, gritty display of submission grappling. David Benoit wrestles with a desperate intensity, channeling everything he has left. He targets Hook's neck, hitting a series of hard snap suplexes that echo through the arena. Benoit scales the turnbuckle and unleashes a beautiful diving headbutt, a high-risk move that hits perfectly. He quickly locks in the Sharpshooter, pulling back with agonizing force. Hook thrashes in pain, the crowd screaming as the champion inches his way to the bottom rope, barely breaking the hold with his fingertips.

Hook fires back with pure malice. The young champion shows zero remorse for Benoit's career, unleashing a barrage of judo throws and cross-face strikes. Benoit fights out of a suplex attempt, desperately trying to lock in a Crossface of his own, but Hook counters seamlessly. Hook sweeps Benoit’s legs, shifts his weight, and sinks his arms deeply around Benoit's neck, locking in the lethal Redrum submission hold.

Benoit fights wildly, his face turning crimson as the oxygen is cut off. He refuses to tap out, choosing to go out on his shield. Slowly, Benoit’s arms go limp. The referee raises his hand once, twice, three times—it drops heavily to the mat. The referee calls for the bell. Hook retains, and David Benoit's career is officially over.

Winner and still EAM Television Champion: Hook

Post-Match Segment
The music cuts out, leaving the arena in a heavy, emotional silence. Hook stands over the fallen Benoit, clutching his Television Championship. Slowly, David Benoit pushes himself up to his knees, tears visible in his eyes. Hook stops, looks at the veteran, and extends his hand in a rare show of ultimate respect. Benoit takes it, and Hook helps him to his feet before quietly exiting the ring to leave Benoit with the moment.

Benoit picks up a microphone, his voice trembling as the fans give him a standing ovation.

"Thank you," Benoit says, choking back tears. "I gave everything I had to this ring. I wanted to prove that a Benoit could stand on top of the world again for the right reasons. Hook is the real deal, and the future belongs to him. My journey inside these ropes ends tonight, but your love saved my life. Thank you for believing in me."

Benoit drops the mic, bowing to the four corners of the arena as the crowd showers him with applause.

Open Challenge For The EAM Womens Tag Team Championships
Piper Niven & Nia Jax (c) Vs ?????

The formidable EAM Women's Tag Team Champions, Piper Niven and Nia Jax, stand dominant in the center of the ring, looking down the ramp with smug smiles. The microphone in Piper’s hand catches her laugh. "There is not a single pair of women in the back with the guts to face us!" she booms.

Suddenly, the unmistakable, high-energy theme music of The IIconics hits the PA system. Peyton Royce and Billie Kay step out onto the stage, microphones already in hand. "Hey, Piper! Hey, Nia!" Billie shrieks, striking a theatrical pose. "You two think you’re unstoppable? Well, you are looking at the most iconic tag team in history, and we are demanding those titles!" Peyton nods aggressively beside her as they begin a confident strut down the entrance ramp.

Before they can even reach the midway point, the energetic theme of The Bella Twins cranks through the arena speakers. The IIconics stop dead in their tracks, turning around in absolute confusion to look at the empty Gorilla position. No one is there.

Smack!

Out of nowhere, Nikki and Brie Bella materialize from the roaring crowd, leaping over the barricade like a house on fire. They ambush The IIconics from behind, unleashing a furious assault. Nikki flattens Peyton with a stiff forearm smash, while Brie drives Billie face-first into the steel ramp with a Bella Buster. Within moments, The IIconics are left battered, bruised, and completely neutralized on the floor.

The twins turn their focus to the ring, where Nia and Piper are watching with widened eyes. Nikki and Brie slide under the bottom rope, snatching a microphone. "We accept the challenge from the Samoan and the Scot!" Nikki yells, tossing the mic aside as the referee quickly rings the bell to make this impromptu title match official.

The match is an absolute war of attrition. The Bellas bring a surprisingly aggressive, fast-paced offense that catches the powerhouse champions completely off guard. Brie utilizes her speed, hitting a flurry of "Yes!" kicks on Piper Niven, while Nikki uses her deceptive strength to execute a beautiful spinebuster on the massive Nia Jax. The crowd is unglued, witnessing a true night to remember as the veteran twins push the champions to their absolute limits.

Piper turns the tide by using her raw weight advantage, crushing Nikki into the turnbuckle with a cannonball senton. For several minutes, Nia and Piper systematically isolate Nikki, cutting the ring in half and utilizing heavy double-team maneuvers. But Nikki refuses to die. After slipping out of a Samoan Drop attempt from Nia, Nikki hits a desperate enzuigiri and crawls to her corner, making the hot tag to Brie. Brie comes in like a cyclone, hitting missile dropkicks on both champions.

The chaotic climax approaches as all four women brawl in the squared circle. Nia and Piper are visibly exhausted, realizing that their historic title reign is on the verge of collapsing. The Bellas setup Nia for a double-team suplex, but the powerhouse champions have had enough. Communication flashes between Nia and Piper's eyes; they realize this could be the last time they shine as champions if they play fair. It’s time for a trap.

Piper deliberately collapses into the referee, briefly blinding him. Simultaneously, Nia grabs Brie by the hair, throwing her straight into Nikki, knocking both twins into a dazed heap in the center of the ring. With the Bellas temporarily disoriented, Nia and Piper instantly roll out of the ring. They don't look back. They grab their EAM Women's Tag Team Championship belts from the timekeeper’s table and sprint full speed up the side ramp toward the backstage area.

The referee recovers, looking around in utter confusion before realizing the champions have completely abandoned the match. He has no choice but to start the count: "One! Two! Three!..."

Nikki and Brie slowly push themselves up, looking around frantically as the referee hits "Eight! Nine! Ten!" The bell rings. The Bellas win by count-out, but Nia and Piper retain the gold. Realizing they have been completely tricked, the Bella Twins fly into a hysterical frenzy. They slide out of the ring and give chase, sprinting backstage, but Nia and Piper are already long gone, safely locked in their locker room with their titles intact.

Winners by count-out: The Belle Twins (But still EAM Womans Champions Piper Niven and Nia Jax

Singles Matchup
Kenny Omega Vs The Invisible Man

The lights dim, and the opening synth of "Battle Cry" echoes through the arena. Kenny Omega emerges, looking highly perplexed but determined as he walks down the ramp. He enters the ring and watches the referee open the ropes for his opponent: The Invisible Man. The crowd cheers wildly for the empty space entering the ring. Omega slowly raises his hands, locking up with thin air.

Suddenly, Omega’s head snaps back. He stumbles into the ropes, clutching his jaw as if hit by a blistering European uppercut. The crowd gasps. Omega fires back, throwing a massive chop that cuts through the air with a loud whoosh, but he completely misses. He is instantly tripped, crashing hard onto the canvas. The referee slides into a count: "One! Two!—" and Omega barely kicks out of an invisible lateral press.

Omega, sweating and visibly frustrated, decides to go for his signature offense. He hooks the invisible arms, hoisting nothingness into the air for a massive Snapdragon Suplex. He crashes down, but as he rolls through, he is caught in an invisible headlock. The crowd starts a massive chant for The Invisible Man. Omega fights to his feet, throwing elbows backward into the void, finally breaking free. He hits the ropes, looking for a V-Trigger, but his knee connects with nothing. Instead, he bounces off the ropes and is caught mid-air, slammed violently into the mat with what looks like a devastating invisible Chokeslam!

Omega is writhing in pain. He drags himself up using the turnbuckles. The Invisible Man is clearly scaling the opposite corner. Omega looks up in terror, tracking an imaginary trajectory as the crowd roars. He moves out of the way just in time as a heavy "thud" echoes on the canvas.

Seizing the moment, Omega hooks the invisible entity onto his shoulders. He screams, executing the One-Winged Angel! He drops to the mat and hooks the invisible leg. The referee counts: "One! Two!—" but Omega is suddenly flipped over into a surprise Rana pinfall! His own momentum is used against him. The referee slides into position:

One!
Two!
Three!

The bell rings, and the referee raises the hand of the empty air. Kenny Omega sits up, staring at his hands in complete, unmitigated disbelief. He has actually managed to lose to a ghost.

Winner: The Invisible Man

eXpand Showcase Matchup

Phase 1: Over-The-Top Battle Royal
The ring is a chaotic sea of colorful masks, flowing capes, and high-flying lucha libre majesty. Fifteen luchadores fill the squared circle, and the action is lightning-fast from the opening bell.

The first elimination comes quickly when the massive Oso Uno and Oso Dos team up, using their incredible size to lift the explosive Pollo Explosivo and hurl him over the top rope onto the floor. Their celebration is short-lived, however, as Sombrada Dorada and Estrella Caida utilize incredible teamwork, executing a double springboard dropkick that sends Oso Uno tumbling over the top rope to join the wreckage.

In the opposite corner, the sinister Mosca de Sangre digs his fingers into the eyes of Fuego Danzante, ruthlessly tossing him out. The crowd boos heavily, but Viento Volador seeks immediate revenge, hitting a spectacular hurricanrana that sends Mosca de Sangre flying over the top rope.

The field thins rapidly. Zorro Volador eliminates Super Serpiente with a textbook clothesline, only to be sneaked up on and dumped over the top by Gran Hombre Armado. Viento Bailando and Máscara Muerta engage in a bitter strike exchange on the apron, resulting in both men falling together to the outside.

Down to the final four: Estrella Caida, Fantasma Secreto, Oso Dos, and Máscara Poderosa.

Estrella Caida and Fantasma Secreto realize they need to eliminate the giant Oso Dos. They form a temporary alliance, charging at the bear-themed luchador with a double clothesline. The impact sends Oso Dos teetering over the top rope. However, their teamwork completely fails in the follow-through; both men lean too far into the ropes, trying to push him off. Oso Dos hooks both of their heads, pulling them down with him! All three men crash to the floor simultaneously, eliminated in a massive heap.

Furious at their mistake, Estrella Caida and Fantasma Secreto stand up on the outside and begin brawling wildly with each other, throwing right hands all the way up the ramp as security rushes to separate them.

This leaves only two men left inside the ring: Sombrada Dorada and Máscara Poderosa. The referee signals that the battle royal rules are over.

Phase 2: One-vs-One Final (Sombrada Dorada vs. Máscara Poderosa)
The match transforms instantly into a classic singles contest, winnable only by pinfall or submission. Sombrada Dorada, known for his dazzling aerial agility, squares off against the powerhouse archetype of Máscara Poderosa.

Máscara Poderosa wastes no time, using his strength to trap Dorada in a bearhug. Dorada gasps for air, his ribs being crushed, but he cleverly uses open-palm strikes to the ears of Poderosa to break the hold. Dorada hits the ropes, executing a spectacular springboard corkscrew arm drag that sends the powerhouse across the ring.

Dorada follows up with a suicide dive through the ropes, wiping Poderosa out on the floor. The crowd erupts, chanting for the high-flyer. Dorada rolls Poderosa back into the ring and scales the top turnbuckle, looking to finish the match with a 450 splash. He leaps—but Poderosa gets his knees up! Dorada crashes hard, clutching his midsection.

Poderosa seizes the advantage, lifting Dorada effortlessly into a military press slam, dropping him face-first onto the canvas. He makes the cover: "One! Two!—" but Dorada kicks out, showing incredible heart. Powering through, Poderosa locks in a torturous Boston Crab, targeting Dorada’s weakened back and ribs. Dorada screams in pain, crawling with every ounce of strength he has left, finally gripping the bottom rope to break the submission.

Frustrated, Poderosa hoists Dorada onto his shoulders for a running powerslam. Mid-stride, Dorada counters with an administrative slip-behind, shifting his weight perfectly into a sunset flip.

One!
Two!
Poderosa powers out, but as he stands up, Dorada catches him with a lightning-fast superkick to the jaw. With Poderosa dazed, Dorada springs off the top rope, hitting his definitive finisher, the Golden Eclipse DDT!

He hooks the leg firmly:
One!
Two!
Three!

Winner of the eXpand Showcase: Sombrada Dorada!

Carnival Of Chaos Matchup
Danhausen Vs Prince Devitt

The arena is bathed in an eerie, unsettling crimson glow for the "Carnival of Chaos." Danhausen stands in the center of the ring, pointing a menacing finger at his opponent and shouting, "You will be cursed, demon man!" Prince Devitt, stripped of his usual clean-cut demeanor, stands across from him, sporting intricate, sinister body paint that mirrors the chaotic energy of the match stipulations.

The bell rings, and Danhausen immediately reaches into his boots, pulling out a velvet sack of human teeth. Before he can empty them into Devitt’s mouth, Devitt cuts him off with a blistering European uppercut that sends the teeth scattering across the canvas. Devitt is relentless, utilizing his lightning-fast striking ability to trap Danhausen in the corner, unleashing a barrage of knife-edge chops that echo through the rafters.

Danhausen, realizing he cannot match Devitt's pure athleticism, resorts to his bizarre psychological warfare. He ducks a clothesline, grabs Devitt by the cape, and attempts to pull it over his head to blind him. When that fails, Danhausen successfully connects with a low blow while the referee is distracted by a stray steel chair on the apron. Danhausen hits a quick northern lights suplex, pulling off a theatrical, over-the-top cover, but Devitt kicks out easily at two.

The match spills to the outside, where the "Carnival of Chaos" rules truly come into play. Devitt sends Danhausen crashing into the steel steps, then retrieves a kendo stick from under the ring. He cracks it over Danhausen’s back, the sound echoing like a gunshot. But Danhausen, fueled by weird adrenaline, catches the next swing, yanking the stick away and poking Devitt directly in the eyes. Danhausen rolls Devitt back inside and scales the turnbuckle, looking for a diving crossbody.

Devitt counters mid-air, catching Danhausen with a brutal dropkick straight to the sternum. The impact leaves Danhausen wheezing on the mat. Sensing the end, Devitt slowly ascends the turnbuckle, his eyes locked on his dazed opponent. He leaps into the air, executing a flawless, devastating Coup de Grâce right onto Danhausen’s chest.

Devitt hooks the leg tightly as the referee counts: One! Two! Three! Prince Devitt conquers the chaos, leaving Danhausen cursed and defeated in the center of the ring

Winner: Prince Devitt

EAM Intercontinental Championship Matchup
Colt Cabana (c) Vs " The Home Town Man " Cody Deaner

The hometown crowd is entirely on its feet, chanting wildly for Cody Deaner. Deaner, waving a flannel shirt over his head, looks completely overwhelmed by the local support. Across the ring, the veteran EAM Intercontinental Champion, Colt Cabana, cracks a smile, absorbing the crowd's playful hostility.

The match starts with classic, old-school chain wrestling. Cabana uses his world-renowned technical mastery to out-maneuver Deaner, locking him in a sequence of wristlocks and headlocks. Every time Deaner tries to power out, Cabana smartly shifts his weight, keeping the challenger grounded. However, Deaner finds his opening when he catches Cabana off-guard with an aggressive shoulder tackle, sending the champion stumbling into the ropes. The crowd roars as Deaner cracks open an imaginary beer and takes a theatrical swig.

Cabana, ever the showman, mimics Deaner's gesture, which infuriates the challenger. Deaner charges blindly, but Cabana drops him with a perfectly timed dropkick. Cabana takes control, hitting his signature bionic elbows, paying homage to the greats. He follows up with a running splash in the corner, looking to put the hometown hero away early. He makes the cover, but Deaner kicks out at two, fueled by the localized chants of his name.

Deaner rallies, hitting a series of heavy, blue-collar right hands. He catches Cabana with a massive sidewalk slam and heads to the middle rope, executing a diving headbutt that connects flush. Deaner makes a frantic cover: One! Two!—but Cabana gets his shoulder up at the last possible millisecond. Deaner can’t believe it, holding up three fingers to the referee in desperation.

Deaner looks to finish the match with his definitive finisher, the Given' 'Er DDT. He hooks Cabana's arms, but the clever champion counters. Cabana slips behind, twisting Deaner's momentum completely against him. In one fluid motion, Cabana traps Deaner in the lethal Superman Pin, stacking all of his weight on top of the challenger.

The referee counts:
One!
Two!
Three!

The hometown dream is crushed. Colt Cabana rolls out of the ring, clutching his Intercontinental Championship tight, having successfully retained his title through pure veteran intelligence.

Winner and still Intercontinental Champion: Colt Cabana

Singles Matchup
Ava Raine w/The Rock Vs Noelle Foley w/Mick Foley

The generational battle lines are drawn. In one corner stands Ava Raine, flanked by her legendary father, The Rock, who commands the ringside area with pure charisma. In the opposite corner stands Noelle Foley, supported by the Hardcore Legend himself, Mick Foley, wearing his iconic flannel.

The bell rings, and the two second-generation superstars lock up fiercely. Ava utilizes the explosive athleticism passed down through her lineage, leveling Noelle with a textbook Samoan Drop. Ava stands over Noelle, raising an eyebrow to a chorus of boos. She locks in a tight chinlock, wearing down the challenger. But Noelle displays the legendary resilience of the Foley bloodline. She fights to her feet, breaking the hold with a series of sharp elbows to Ava's ribs.

Noelle builds momentum, hitting a running clothesline that sends Ava crashing to the mat. She follows up with a swinging neckbreaker and a corner body splash. Seeing an opening, Noelle reaches into her boot and pulls out a dirty sock, mimicking her father's Mandible Claw. Ava gasps in terror, desperately trying to block Noelle's hand.

On the outside, the tension boils over. The Rock begins aggressively trash-talking Noelle from the apron. Mick Foley snaps, pulling The Rock down to the floor. The two Hall of Famers begin brawling wildly at ringside! The Rock connects with a massive right hand, but Mick reaches into his trench coat and pulls out his ultimate secret weapon: Barbie, the infamous baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Before The Rock can hit a Rock Bottom, Mick jabs the barbed-wire bat straight into The Rock’s midsection and strikes him across the back, leaving the Great One writhing in pain on the concrete.

Inside the ring, Ava is completely distracted by her father being taken out. She turns around right into a kick to the gut. Noelle hooks Ava’s arms and plants her face-first into the canvas with a devastating double-underhook DDT—the legendary Tiger Driver!

Noelle collapses into a cover:
One!
Two!
Three!

The crowd explodes as Noelle Foley captures the massive victory over Ava Raine.

Winner: Noelle Foley/w Mick Foley

The referee raises Noelle's hand as Mick Foley climbs into the ring, Barbie still clutched tightly in his hand. Mick throws his arm around his daughter, and the two celebrate wildly, flashing the famous "Bang Bang!" hand signs to the ecstatic crowd.

The celebration is cut short when a battered, furious Rock stumbles up the entrance ramp, clutching his ribs where Barbie left its mark. He snatches a microphone from the timekeeper's table, his breathing heavy and his face twisted in uncharacteristic rage.

"You think this is over, Foley?!" The Rock yells into the mic, his voice echoing with absolute menace. "You think you can bring your trashy weapons into The Rock's world and walk away clean? Noelle got lucky tonight. But Mick... you and your daughter just signed a contract for a world of pain. This is not over. If you smell... what The Rock... is cooking!"

Singles Matchup
First Time Ever!
Johnny Gargano Vs Will Ospreay

The atmosphere is electric. The crowd is divided down the middle, chanting back and forth: "Johnny Wrestling!" / "Elevated!"

The bell rings. Johnny Gargano and Will Ospreay circle each other, feeling the gravity of a first-time-ever encounter.

They lock up. Ospreay immediately uses his size advantage to back Gargano into the corner, but Gargano slips out, transitioning smoothly into a wristlock. Ospreay flips out of the hold, landing on his feet, and hits a deep arm drag. Gargano rolls through, matches Ospreay with an arm drag of his own, and both men spring back to their feet, staring each other down. The crowd erupts into early applause.

Gargano hits the ropes, ducks a clothesline, and catches Ospreay with a lightning-fast hurricanrana. Ospreay rolls to the outside to catch his breath. Gargano doesn't give him the chance; he hits the ropes, diving through the middle turnbuckle with a suicide dive. But Ospreay catches him mid-air, utilizing his incredible core strength to reverse the momentum into a brainbuster right on the padded floor.

Ospreay rolls Gargano back into the ring and goes to work. He hits a spinning backbreaker, pinning Gargano for a two-count. Ospreay locks in a tight chinlock, wearing down Gargano’s neck. Gargano fights to his feet, feeding off the crowd. He fires off elbows to Ospreay's ribs, hits the ropes, and catches Ospreay with a step-up enzuigiri.

Both men are down. The referee starts the count.

They use the ropes to pull themselves up, trading heavy forearms in the center of the ring. Smack! Smack! Ospreay fires a devastating chop that rings out through the arena. Gargano staggers but fires back with a rolling kick, followed by a lawn dart that sends Ospreay head-first into the middle turnbuckle. Gargano quickly capitalizes, executing a bridging tiger suplex for a very close two-count.

Gargano senses the finish. He climbs to the apron, waiting for Ospreay to stand. As Ospreay rises, Gargano leaps for the One Final Beat slingshot DDT.

But Ospreay counters perfectly. He catches Gargano by the throat mid-air, hoisting him up and slamming him down with a dynamic powerbomb. One! Two! Gargano gets a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths.

Ospreay climbs the turnbuckle, looking for the OsCutter. He leaps, but Gargano anticipates it, dodging the strike. As Ospreay lands, Gargano superkicks him in the back of the knee, forcing him down. Gargano immediately locks in the Gargano Escape.

The submission is deep in the center of the ring. Ospreay screams in pain, his hand hovering over the canvas. The crowd is unhinged. Ospreay twists his body, using his sheer power to lift Gargano off the mat while still trapped in the hold, slamming Gargano down to break the grip.

Both men are exhausted, pulling themselves up in opposite corners. Ospreay charges across the ring, hitting a brutal Hidden Blade to the back of Gargano's head. Gargano falls like a sack of bricks. Ospreay hooks the leg. One! Two! No! Gargano kicks out. The arena is unglued. Fans are chanting "This is awesome!"

Ospreay goes for the Storm Breaker, lifting Gargano onto his shoulders. Gargano counters into a sunset flip, rolling Ospreay up. One! Two! Ospreay kicks out. As they stand, Gargano connects with a massive superkick. Ospreay staggers but doesn't go down. He fires back with a hook kick. Gargano counters with a rebound clothesline. Both men collision-course into each other and collapse.

They crawl toward each other, trading forearms from their knees. They make it to their feet, still exchanging strikes. Ospreay misses a clothesline, and Gargano hits a reverse rana, spiking Ospreay on his head. Ospreay stumbles backward into the ropes, completely dazed. Gargano hits the ropes and hits a spectacular tornado DDT. He quickly rolls through, scaling the ropes to hit a diving headbutt. One! Two! Ospreay barely gets his shoulder up.

Gargano drags Ospreay near the corner, scaling the turnbuckle for a final high-risk maneuver. He goes for a moonsault, but Ospreay moves out of the way. Gargano lands on his feet, but his knees buckle slightly. Ospreay immediately strikes, hitting a standing Spanish Fly.

Ospreay doesn't waste a second. He scales the top rope, standing tall. He executes a flawless, breathtaking Leap of Faith 450 splash. He hooks both legs.

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rings.

WINNER: Will Ospreay

Ospreay collapses onto the mat, panting heavily, clutching his ribs as the referee raises his hand. Gargano rolls over, completely spent. Both men have left everything inside the ring, delivering an absolute wrestling clinic that the fans will be talking about for years.

8-Man Tag Team Matchup For The EAM Tag Team Championships
Lucha Bros (c) Vs Young Bucks Vs Hardy Boyz Vs TBA

The ring is surrounded by heavy steel, and a forest of ladders litters the entrance ramp. The Lucha Bros stand in the center holding the EAM Tag Team Titles high, flanked by the Young Bucks and the Hardy Boyz.

The arena lights go dead silent.

Suddenly, a thunderous, industrial metal riff shatters the quiet, accompanied by the roaring sound of collapsing stone. The tron flashes a massive, fiery emblem: THE TITANS OF STONE.

The shock on the faces of Matt and Jeff Hardy, the Bucks, and the Lucha Bros is instant and absolute. Standing at the top of the ramp are the mystery entrants: Hafthor Björnsson and Eddie Hall. The two legendary strongmen, absolute behemoths of muscle and iron, look like gods among men. Penta El Zero Miedo stares in disbelief; Matt Jackson steps back, shaking his head.

The match erupts into pure chaos the moment the big men step through the ropes.

The Bucks try a double superkick on Hafthor, but he doesn't even blink. He catches both of their feet mid-air and hurls them simultaneously across the ring with a massive double-fallaway slam. Meanwhile, Eddie Hall catches a flying Rey Fenix by the throat, hoisting him effortlessly over his head and pressing him like a barbell before launching him over the top rope onto a pile of wrestlers on the outside.

With the monsters temporarily isolated, the Hardy Boyz seize their moment. It wouldn’t be a Hardy match without a little vintage extreme. Matt Hardy drags a massive twelve-foot steel ladder into the ring, positioning it perfectly. Jeff Hardy ascends like a man possessed, his eyes locked on Eddie Hall, who is staggered below.

Matt hits a Twist of Fate on Eddie to keep him down. Jeff poses at the top of the ladder, cuts the air, and leaps—SWANTON BOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER! The ring canvas groans under the impact. Jeff hooks the leg. One! Two! No! Hafthor breaks the pin with a clubbing forearm that nearly drives Jeff through the boards.

The Lucha Bros storm back in, utilizing their blistering speed. Penta hits a backstabber on Nick Jackson, while Fenix executes a springboard destroyer on Matt Jackson. Penta bridges into a cover. One! Two! Matt Hardy slides in at the absolute last microsecond, breaking the count with an elbow drop. The fans are screaming, the referee is losing his mind, and the bodies are piling up.

The Bucks recover, hitting a Meltzer Driver on Matt Hardy onto a steel chair on the outside. They slide back in, looking to finish Fenix. They set up for the BTE Trigger, but Eddie Hall intercepts them. He catches Nick Jackson mid-air and hits a brutal World's Strongest Slam. Nick rolls out, clutching his spine.

Penta El Zero Miedo climbs a ladder positioned near the ropes, looking to dive onto Eddie. But Hafthor scales the apron from the outside. The mountain of a man grabs Penta by the throat while he's still perched on the ladder. Penta fires off desperate chops, but Hafthor ignores the pain. With terrifying power, Hafthor hoists Penta into a gorilla press, walks over to the edge, and hurls him off the ladder—SENDING PENTA CRASHING THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE BELOW! The table splinters into toothpicks. Penta is completely motionless.

Inside the ring, Rey Fenix sees his brother go down. Desperate and fueled by pure adrenaline, Fenix speeds up the ropes, aiming a high-flying springboard dropkick to avenge his partner.

But Eddie Hall anticipates the flight. As Fenix takes to the air, Eddie firmly plants his feet, locking his massive frame together like a brick wall. Fenix collides directly into Eddie’s chest—Eddie uses his body as a literal rampart. The impact stops Fenix dead in his tracks and redirects all that kinetic energy, sending Fenix flying backward into the turnbuckle with full, devastating force.

Fenix bounces off the turnbuckle and collapses into the center of the ring, entirely spent.

Eddie Hall drops his massive weight over Fenix, hooking both legs tight.

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rings.

WINNERS: And NEW EAM Tag Team Champions, Hafthor and Eddie Hall!

EAM Primetime Bitch Championships Matchup
Jade Cargill (c) Vs Lash Legend

The atmosphere is tense as the referee raises the EAM Primetime Bitch Championship belt. Jade Cargill stands in her corner, exuding pure confidence, flashing a smug smile at the crowd. Across from her, Lash Legend looks focused, radiating intense determination. The bell rings, and the two powerhouses immediately lock up in the center of the ring.

Neither woman yields an inch. Jade relies on her raw strength to push Lash back into the ropes, but Lash counters with a powerful forearm smash that forces the champion to break the hold. Jade stumbles back, surprised by the impact. Lash capitalizes, executing a heavy shoulder tackle that takes Jade off her feet for the first time in the match. The crowd erupts into a mix of cheers and gasps.

Jade quickly rolls to her feet, her expression turning from confident to enraged. She charges Lash, hitting a sharp pump kick right to the jaw. Lash staggers into the corner. Jade follows up with a series of hard back elbows, forcing the referee to step in and count. Jade backs off, mocking the crowd, then runs across the ring for a corner splash. Lash moves out of the way. Jade crashes hard into the turnbuckle.

Lash seizes the opening. She pulls Jade out of the corner and delivers a textbook delayed vertical suplex, holding the champion upside down for three seconds before slamming her onto the canvas. Lash hooks the leg for a pinfall. One! Two! Jade forcefully kicks out, throwing Lash off her.

The match intensifies as both competitors trade heavy strikes. Jade catches Lash with a spinning spinebuster, driving her spine-first into the ring boards. Jade immediately transitions into a cover, hooking the leg. One! Two! Lash gets a shoulder up at two and a half. Jade looks frustrated, arguing briefly with the official before pulling Lash back to her feet.

Jade sets up for her finishing maneuver, Jaded. She hooks Lash's arms, looking to lift her up. Lash fights back, planting her feet firmly on the canvas and refusing to be hoisted. Lash uses her height advantage to break Jade's grip, slipping behind her to connect with a brutal German suplex. Jade lands hard on her neck and shoulders.

Both athletes are visibly exhausted, using the ropes to pull themselves up. Jade swings wildly with a clothesline, but Lash ducks underneath, catching Jade on the rebound with a spectacular big boot that connects flush with the champion's chin. Jade falls to the mat, dazed.

Lash senses the championship is within her reach. She drags Jade to the center of the ring and executes a thunderous, high-angle chokeslam, driving Jade down with immense force. Lash collapses over Jade's torso for the cover, hooking both legs.

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rings.

WINNER: And NEW EAM Primetime Bitch Champion, Lash Legend!

Lash receives the title belt, raising it high above her head as she celebrates her monumental victory, leaving a stunned Jade Cargill recovering on the canvas.

Ornate Prime Championship Matchup
Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli (c) Vs WALTER

The referee displays the prestigious Ornate Prime Championship title before both competitors. Claudio Castagnoli stands ready, focused on retaining his prize. Opposite him, WALTER stands motionless, an imposing figure of pure intimidation. The bell signals the start of the contest.

The match begins with a fierce test of strength. They lock up, and WALTER's massive frame forces Claudio down to one knee. Claudio fights through the pressure, utilizing his renowned leverage to reverse the hold, transitioning into a clean waistlock. WALTER breaks the grip with a sharp elbow to Claudio's jaw and immediately delivers a devastating European uppercut that echoes through the entire arena.

Claudio staggers but refuses to fall. He responds with a rapid-fire succession of his own European uppercuts, forcing WALTER back into the ropes. Claudio hits the ropes, looking for a running shoulder tackle, but WALTER stands his ground like a brick wall, catching Claudio and throwing him to the mat with a vicious body slam.

WALTER takes control, grinding his heavy boot into Claudio’s chest. He drags Claudio to his feet and delivers one of his signature, chest-reddening chops. CRACK! The sound reverberates loudly. Claudio drops to his knees, his chest immediately turning a deep crimson. WALTER lifts him again, delivering another brutal chop that sends Claudio crashing to the canvas.

WALTER locks in a tight, suffocating sleeper hold in the middle of the ring. Claudio struggles for air, his arms flailing as the crowd rallies behind him. Feeding off the energy, Claudio finds the strength to stand, hoisting WALTER's massive weight onto his back and executing a spectacular backpack stunner to break the submission hold.

Both men slowly rise, trading heavy blows. Claudio blocks a chop and counters with a giant swing, spinning the massive Austrian wrestler around the ring for ten full rotations. The crowd counts along in unison. Claudio releases WALTER and immediately covers him. One! Two! WALTER powers out with a violent kickout.

Claudio goes for the Neutralizer, attempting to lift the big man. WALTER blocks the attempt, using his weight to counter into a high-angle backdrop suplex. Claudio lands hard but manages to crawl to the corner. WALTER charges across the ring, hitting a thunderous corner dropkick that sends Claudio flying across the canvas.

WALTER scales the top turnbuckle, looking to finish the champion. He leaps off, executing a massive top-rope splash. He covers Claudio, hooking the leg. One! Two! No! Claudio somehow gets a shoulder up, shocking the audience and WALTER alike.

WALTER grows furious. He drags Claudio to his feet, but Claudio catches him completely off guard with a lightning-fast springboard European uppercut. WALTER is staggered. Claudio hits the ropes and connects with a powerful pop-up European uppercut. WALTER drops to one knee. Claudio hooks the arms, successfully lifting WALTER this time, and executes a massive Neutralizer. Claudio hooks the leg. One! Two! No! WALTER barely gets a shoulder up before the three-count.

Claudio attempts to lock in the sharpshooter, but WALTER uses his long legs to push Claudio away. As Claudio charges back, WALTER catches him out of mid-air with a brutal, collapsing lariat that completely turns the champion inside out.

WALTER doesn't waste a moment. He hoists Claudio onto his shoulders and delivers a crushing, high-impact powerbomb right in the center of the ring. He stacks Claudio up for the final pinfall.

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rings.

WINNER: And NEW Ornate Prime Champion, WALTER!

WALTER stands victoriously over Castagnoli as the referee hands him the championship title, marking the beginning of a dominant new era.

Singles Matchup
Double Retirement Matchup!
John Cena Vs AJ Styles

The atmosphere inside the stadium is pure, unadulterated electricity. Two icons, two defining pillars of a generation, standing across from each other one final time. The stakes are absolute: the loser retires, the winner retires. Tonight, the historic careers of both John Cena and AJ Styles reach their final destination.

The bell rings, and the crowd explodes into a dual chant that shakes the foundations of the arena. Cena and Styles stand in their respective corners, soaking in the gravity of the moment, before slowly meeting in the center of the ring. They lock up. Cena uses his traditional power advantage, backing Styles into the ropes. The referee calls for a clean break. Cena backs off, raising his hands.

Styles responds by quickly using his speed, locking in a side headlock. Cena whips him into the ropes, but Styles ducks a clothesline, leaps over a leapfrog, and hits a textbook dropkick that sends Cena stumbling back. Styles doesn't let up. He hits the ropes again, but Cena anticipates the movement, catching Styles out of mid-air with a powerful hip toss, followed immediately by a deep arm drag. Both men spring back to their feet, staring each other down.

As the match intensifies, the homage to their storied pasts begins. Styles backs Cena into the corner and unleashes a blistering series of chops. He whips Cena across the ring, and as Cena bounces off the turnbuckle, Styles catches him with a swinging neckbreaker—a move popularized by Cena's legendary rival, Edge. Styles pulls Cena up, looking for a suplex, but Cena blocks it. Cena flags his arms, channeling his close friend and greatest rival, Kevin Owens, and hits a thunderous Pop-Up Powerbomb that drives Styles into the canvas.

Cena goes for the cover. One! Two! Styles kicks out.

Cena hits the ropes, looking for his signature shoulder tackles, but Styles counters the second attempt by dropping down and pulling Cena’s legs out from under him. Styles quickly rolls to the apron. He springs off the top rope, but instead of his own move, he executes a flawless Phenomenal rendition of Randy Orton's RKO! The stadium goes unglued. Styles hooks the leg. One! Two! No! Cena lifts his shoulder at the last microsecond.

Styles pulls Cena up, looking to finish him with the Styles Clash. He hooks the arms, but Cena uses his immense strength to break the grip. Cena flips Styles over his head. As Styles rises, staggered, Cena catches him on his shoulders. He doesn't go for the Attitude Adjustment—instead, Cena lifts Styles higher, spinning him around to execute a brutal F-5, paying direct homage to Brock Lesnar. Cena collapses into the cover. One! Two! No! Styles kicks out again.

The physical toll is immense. Both men are bruised, battered, and running on pure instinct. They fight to their feet, trading heavy right hands in the center of the ring. Boo! Yay! Boo! Yay! The crowd tracks every blow. Cena gains the upper hand, hitting his two shifting shoulder tackles, followed by the spin-out powerbomb. He stands over Styles, signaling the end. He waves his hand across his face—“You Can’t See Me”—and hits the Five Knuckle Shuffle.

Cena hoists Styles onto his shoulders for the Attitude Adjustment, but Styles slides off his back. Styles pushes Cena into the ropes and, on the rebound, locks in the STF! Styles applies Cena's own legendary submission hold right in the center of the ring. Cena screams in agony, crawling desperately toward the bottom rope. With a final surge of power, Cena reaches out and drapes his hand over the bottom rope to break the hold.

Styles backs away, completely spent. He climbs to the apron, waiting for Cena to stand. Cena slowly pulls himself up, completely dazed. Styles measures him, springs onto the top rope, and flies through the air, connecting with a devastating Phenomenal Forearm.

But Styles isn't done. He wants to make sure. He drags Cena to the center of the ring, hooks his arms perfectly, and lifts him high into the air, crashing him down with a final, definitive Styles Clash. Styles stacks Cena up, hooking both legs with everything he has left.

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rings.

WINNER: AJ Styles

The Farewell

The referee raises AJ Styles’ hand one last time as tears well up in the eyes of the Phenomenal One. John Cena slowly sits up, battered but smiling. Cena rolls out of the ring to grab two microphones from ringside. He steps back inside, hands one to Styles, and the two warriors share a deeply emotional embrace in the center of the ring.

Cena lifts the microphone to his lips first, the crowd showering him with a deafening mix of "Thank you, Cena!" chants.

JOHN CENA

"For over two decades, you gave me your time, your passion, and your energy. Whether you chanted 'Let's go Cena' or 'Cena sucks,' you made me the man I am today. And to close it out against the absolute best to ever do it... AJ, thank you for pushing me. EAM, thank you for letting me live my dream. This is it. Thank you."

Cena drops his microphone, leaves his signature wristbands in the center of the ring, and steps back to give Styles the floor.

AJ STYLES

"I always said I wanted to build a house here, and tonight, the roof just came down. John, you made me a better wrestler, a better competitor, and a better man. To the fans, you gave a kid from Georgia the world. There is no better way to walk away than right now, at the absolute top."

As Styles drops his microphone, the arena lights shift. The heavy security doors backstage swing wide open.

The entire EAM locker room—men and women, champions and rising stars, faces and heels alike—pours out onto the stage. They form a massive, unified wall of respect, clapping furiously as tears roll down the faces of the roster. The crowd joins in, a standing ovation of tens of thousands of fans echoing through the rafters. Cena and Styles walk up the ramp together, walking through a gauntlet of high-fives and hugs from their peers, before turning back at the top of the stage to give one final, legendary salute to the business they gave everything to.

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A Supershow, Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

* Tabula rasa is a Latin phrase that literally translates to "clean slate" or "blank tablet" *


We get a recap/highlights video package, showing us all the action that went down during Grandslam 18 event. Fans cheered. Fans laughed. Fans booed, and fans cried. It was emotional and memorable. Everything that such a grand event needs. And tonight comes the aftermath.... (We see clips from every match and every controversy involved. From crowning a new women's champion and Mickie going hogwild afterwards, to Piper and Jax's count-out loss against The Bella Twins. David Benoit's emotional last matchup, to WALTER and Claudio's rivalry hitting climax. Crowning of new champions, and the retirement of two legends..... We cut to the shows vignette.....


Say his name and he appears.....

The new World Champion walks onto the stage carrying the championship over his shoulder. The crowd erupts as Hendry pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the reaction before making his way to the ring.

Commentary:
"For two years MJF held this company hostage, and in one night Joe Hendry changed everything!"

"Nobody thought it could happen, but Hendry answered the challenge and shocked the world at Grandslam!"

Hendry enters the ring and is handed a microphone. The crowd chants his name.

JOE HENDRY:
"Last night wasn't supposed to happen."

"Joe! Joe! Joe!"

"Last night was supposed to be another chapter in the legend of Maxwell Jacob Friedman. Another night where he manipulated the system, bent the rules, and reminded everyone that nobody could take this championship from him."

Hendry raises the title.

"Instead, last night became the night that Joe Hendry proved that all it takes is one opportunity."

The crowd cheers.

"For two years this championship belonged to a coward. Starting today, it belongs to a fighting champion."

Suddenly, CM Punk's music hits and the crowd immediately begins buzzing as Punk walks onto the stage holding the Money in the Bank briefcase. He looks at Hendry, then at the championship. Punk enters the ring and stands face-to-face with the new champion.

JOE HENDRY:
"You picked an interesting time to come out here."

Punk smirks.

CM PUNK:
"You're right."

Punk holds up the briefcase.

"Because everybody watching Grandslam thought this was ending one of two ways. Either MJF somehow escaped with the championship again..."

The crowd boos.

"...or CM Punk walked out, handed this briefcase to the referee, and left with the World Championship."

The crowd cheers.

Punk nods.

"I thought about it."

The crowd reacts.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't."

Punk looks at the championship.

"But after everything MJF put this company through for two years, after watching you step up when nobody else could, after watching you beat him in the middle of that ring..."

Punk extends his hand.

"...I decided that wasn't the moment."

The crowd applauds.

"I'm not here to steal your moment, Joe. I'm here to congratulate you."

Hendry shakes Punk's hand.

CM PUNK:
"You earned that championship. You beat the man nobody else could beat. And whether it happens next week, next month, or six months from now..."

Punk taps the briefcase.

"...when I cash this in, I want there to be absolutely no excuses."

The crowd cheers.

Before Hendry can respond—

MJF's music hits.

The arena erupts with boos.

MJF storms onto the stage, furious, dressed in an expensive suit but visibly rattled.

MJF:
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

The boos only get louder.

MJF paces the stage.

"Do you idiots have any idea what happened last night?!"

"You stole MY championship!"

He points at Hendry.

"YOU! You hijacked my moment! You took advantage of a situation that should never have happened in the first place!"

Hendry laughs.

MJF:
"Oh, you think this is funny? I carried this company for two years! TWO YEARS!"

MJF loses his mind.

"I AM THE LONGEST REIGNING WORLD CHAMPION IN COMPANY HISTORY!"

Punk casually leans against the ropes, amused.

MJF:
"And now these morons want to celebrate Joe Hendry? A guy who wasn't even supposed to be there?"

Hendry finally responds.

JOE HENDRY:
"You keep saying I wasn't supposed to be there."

The crowd cheers.

"But here's the funny thing, Max..."

Hendry raises the title.

"You weren't supposed to lose."

Big reaction.

MJF is speechless for a moment.

MJF:
"I want my rematch. Right now."

JOE HENDRY:
"Right now?"

MJF:
"RIGHT NOW."

Hendry looks at Punk, who shrugs.

JOE HENDRY:
"For two years you refused to defend this championship."

The crowd cheers.

"So if you think you're skipping the line and getting special treatment..."

Hendry shakes his head.

"...you're finally going to learn what everybody else learned waiting for you."

The crowd starts to realize what's coming.

JOE HENDRY:
"You wait."

Massive reaction.

MJF explodes with anger as Joe makes himself ready to leave the ring. MJF tries to attack him but Punk goes between them and interrupts. This makes MJF (if possible) even madder, and he switches his focus on Punk instead, only to get clobbered by Punk. Joe leaves the ring as security enters the scene and we cut to the backstage area.....

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We go backstage where we hook up with Spotlight GM; Quinn McKay and Lash Legend, where Quinn congratulate Lash on her win at Grandslam, then explains that she will grant Lash a couple of weeks to settle in, and get the feeling of the surroundings and the locker room etc. But, when Fight For Glory comes, Lash will have to defend her title. But, Quinn is willing to give Lash a little advantage, as a little treat for being champion. That's why Quinn has decided that Lash herself will be able to choose her first opponent to defend the title against at Fight For Glory. Quinn then tell Lash to use the upcoming weeks to think about who she's gonna choose. Then Quinn tells Lash to excuse her, as she's got to check on the health of the new EAM Women's champion. Not to mention, talk to the person responsible for her being in the hospital, whetever she is the boss' wife or not!

We then get a promo video, showing the highlights from the rumble match at Grandslam, and the aftermath with Skye Blue and Mickie James. We also see the moments from the match where Beth Phoenix eliminated Nikkita Lyons, and Chelsea Green eliminating both Beth and Jillian from the match. And those actions lead to our first match on tonights card. We cut back to the arena....

Tag Team Matchup
Beth Phoenix & Jillian Hall Vs Chelsea Green & Nikkita Lyons

We cut to the backstage area where Cm Punk and AJ Lee are holding hands while walking down the corridoor. When they walk past a trashcan, they both look at each other and then throw the EAM Mixed Tag Team Championships into the bin.

Punk: We don't need a pair of tacky titles to prove that we are the power couple of EAM. Hell, we are THE POWERCOUPLE in Pro Wrestling.

AJ Lee giggles and they continue to walk down the corridoor. As they leave around the corner, suddenly Danhausen appears from behind the trashcan. He picks up the titles and looks at them.

Danhausen: Very nice.....Very shiny......

He gets interrupted by Colt Cabana who suddenly walks by and Danhausen quickly throws the titles back into the trashcan.

Danhausen: Ahhhh... Vile fastfood.... Ahh....Isn't it our Intercontinental Champion? Nice to meet you mister Cabana. Ohhh....That's a nice belt you got there.....Very shiny...... Danhausen likes shiny things.....Danhausen collects many things.... Curses. Teeth. Human monies. Why not championships?

Cabana: "Well, if you want this, you're gonna have to earn it."

Danhausen steps closer and points directly at the belt.

Danhausen: Or maybe I'll just curse you?

Cabana roll his eyes.

Cabana: Right....the curse thing...

Danhausen suddenly raises both hands toward Colt's face.

"I CURSE YOU!"

Colt immediately flinches and stumbles backward.

"What the—!"

Danhausen grins.

"Too late. Already cursed."

Colt looks down at himself.

"Nothing happened."

"Not yet."

"Okay."

"The curse works in mysterious ways."

"Sure it does."

Danhausen takes a step closer.

"Perhaps your favorite snack becomes unavailable. Perhaps your rental car gets a flat tire. Perhaps you lose that championship to Danhausen."

Colt laughs and pats the title on his shoulder.

"Yeah? Maybe your curse should start by getting you a title shot."

Danhausen pauses.

"That is actually a very good idea."

The crowd pops.

Danhausen points directly at the championship.

"Danhausen will take that title. The curse has spoken."

With that, Danhausen turns and walks away.

Colt watches him leave before looking into the camera.

"If I wake up tomorrow and my phone falls in the toilet, I'm blaming that guy."

The camera closes on Colt clutching the championship a little tighter as the scene fades out and we cut back to the arena....

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Tag Team Matchup (Read below first)
Above The Rest (Gabriel Skye & Ikuro Kwon) Vs Jack Vaughn & Donovan Cecil

The match gets ruled a no-contest as EAM Tag Team Champions Hafthor and Hall decides to ruin everyone's moment by interfering in the match and beat the living shit out of everyone....

The camera then cut to a video, showing something that went down at Grandslam....

We see the moment when EAM Women's Tag Team Champions; Nia Jax and Piper Niven walked out and issued an open challenge for the straps, when their long-time rivals IIconics appeared on the stage, only to get beaten up by The Bella Twins, who made their first ever appearance in EAM Promotions ever, shocking not only the fans, but also the current tag team champions, who saw no other way than to take the easy way out, forcing themselves to lose in a count-out, as they realized their titles was in peril....But, whatn we get next is not a Bella Twin's promo, demanding a rematch, but instead a IIconics promo, where Peyton and Billie are furious, blaming Nikkie and Brie, for ruining their Grandslam moment! They want revenge, and they demand retribution!

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Singles Matchup
" The Villian " Marty Scurll Vs John Morrison

We get another highlight package from Grandslam before we once again go backstage, this time hooking up with Becky Lynch who sits alone in front of her locker, quietly placing her gear into a duffel bag. The disappointment from her and Seth Rollins' loss to CM Punk and AJ Lee at Grandslam is written across her face.

She removes a framed photo from her locker, pauses for a moment, then carefully places it into her bag before shutting the locker door. As Becky slings the bag over her shoulder, Charlotte Flair walks into frame.

"Becky? What's going on?"

Becky looks at her friend and offers a faint smile.

"I'm done, Charlotte."

Charlotte's expression immediately changes.

"Done? What do you mean, done?"

Becky shakes her head.

"I've given everything I've got. Last night was supposed to be different. It wasn't."

Charlotte steps closer.

"Becky—"

But Becky cuts her off.

"Take care of yourself, alright?"

Without another word, Becky starts walking away.

As she exits the locker room, she accidentally bumps shoulders with Alexa Bliss, who is heading inside.

Alexa turns around.

"Whoa. Becks?"

Becky stops briefly, forcing another small smile.

"Good luck out there."

Before Alexa can ask anything else, Becky continues down the hallway and out of view.

The camera lingers on Charlotte and Alexa exchanging confused looks as Becky disappears around the corner

"Dont be sad Charlotte. You still got me"

Alexa Hugs Charlotte as we cut back to the arena for our next match of the evening.....


Singles Matchup
Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli Vs Johnny Gargano

- After the match, Triple C bumps into Chad Gable backstage, who tells Triple C he's got a proposal for him....


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As we get back from commercial break, the newly formed faction who calls themselves " The Algorithm " lead by Aaron Stevens, makes their way down to the ring. Stevens then cut's a promo, talking about how everyone who was watching Grandslam 18 witnessed a new awakening, as the future landscape in EAM Promotions will be highlighted by them. From now on, they are the ones who decides what's trending. They are the ones who decides who is relevant or not. At Grandslam they made the fundation. And tonight, everyone in attendance will be witnessing the continueance....

Tag Team Matchup
Eli Drake & Orange Cassidy Vs reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish)


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The EAM Television Champion, Hook, walks onto the stage as his music cranks the arena speakers. The Television Championship strap rests over his shoulder as he slowly makes his way to the ring where he grabs a microphone.

Hook: "David Benoit walked into the biggest match of his life and found out what everybody else already knows."

Hook raises the Television Championship.

Hook: "This era belongs to ME!"

Hook: "He gave me everything he had. Every ounce of heart. Every ounce of fight. And where did it get him?"

Hook leans against the ropes.

Hook: "Retirement at the age of 33"

Louder boos.

Hook: "But let's be honest. David didn't have his career ended by me."

Pause.

Hook: "His career ended because he wasn't good enough to survive me."

Suddenly, Rex Steiner's music hits.

The crowd explodes.

Steiner storms to the ring without hesitation, microphone already in hand.

Rex Steiner: "You know, Hook, every time I think you've reached rock bottom, you somehow find a shovel."

Crowd cheers.

Rex Steiner: "Congratulations. You beat David Benoit."

Rex Steiner: "Congratulations. You ended a man's career."

Rex Steiner: "But don't stand in this ring acting like that makes you untouchable."

Hook smirks.

Hook: "You here to save the day, Rex?"

Rex Steiner: "No."

Steiner steps through the ropes.

Rex Steiner: "I'm here because every time your name gets mentioned, somehow mine isn't far behind."

Crowd reacts.

Rex Steiner: "We've fought before. We've bled before. And every single time you start believing your own hype, reality catches up with you."

Hook: "Reality?"

Hook laughs.

Hook: "Reality is I'm standing here with gold."

Hook: "Reality is you're standing here empty-handed."

The two men are now forehead-to-forehead as officials begin moving toward ringside.

Then—

"Symphony No. 9" hits.

The atmosphere instantly changes.

The crowd erupts as WALTER steps onto the stage.

The Ornate Prime Championship is draped over his shoulder.

He looks at neither man with fear. Only contempt.

WALTER: "Are you finished?"

The crowd reacts.

WALTER: "I came out here because I heard two men arguing over who is more important."

He looks at Hook.

WALTER: "One man celebrates ending the career of a broken jobber."

Hook's expression hardens.

WALTER: "You call that greatness."

WALTER turns toward Steiner.

WALTER: "The other man still speaks about what he can do instead of what he has done."

Steiner clenches his jaw.

WALTER: "You call that relevance."

The crowd buzzes.

WALTER lifts the Ornate Prime Championship high…

WALTER: "I am the standard around here, and you both know it! "

Hook: "You think because you've got a bigger championship you're better than me?"

WALTER: "No."

WALTER steps forward.

WALTER: "I know it."

The crowd erupts.

Steiner smirks.

Rex Steiner: "You know what? For once, I agree with him."

Hook looks from Steiner to WALTER.

Hook: "Both of you talk a lot for guys standing in my ring."

WALTER: "Your ring?"

WALTER laughs.

WALTER: "This company belongs to whoever can carry it."

WALTER: "And standing beside me, I see two men who are still trying to convince themselves they belong at my level."

Hook: "I beat you for this championship rememember?"

Hook holding the EAM Television Championship up high…

The tension reaches a breaking point.

Hook shoves WALTER.

The crowd gasps.

WALTER doesn't move.

Not an inch.

Steiner immediately steps forward.

Now all three men stand chest-to-chest in the center of the ring.

The crowd is on its feet.

Commentary: "This is about to explode! Get some Security out here before someone does something stupid they are gonna regret!"

The three men stare holes through one another as the show comes to an end and security and officials surrounds the ring....

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A Supershow, Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

* Tabula rasa is a Latin phrase that literally translates to "clean slate" or "blank tablet" *

We get a recap/highlights video package, showing us all the action that went down during Grandslam 18 event. Fans cheered. Fans laughed. Fans booed, and fans cried. It was emotional and memorable. Everything that such a grand event needs. And tonight comes the aftermath.... (We see clips from every match and every controversy involved. From crowning a new women's champion and Mickie going hogwild afterwards, to Piper and Jax's count-out loss against The Bella Twins. David Benoit's emotional last matchup, to WALTER and Claudio's rivalry hitting climax. Crowning of new champions, and the retirement of two legends..... We cut to the shows vignette.....


Say his name and he appears.....

The new World Champion walks onto the stage carrying the championship over his shoulder. The crowd erupts as Hendry pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the reaction before making his way to the ring.

Commentary:
"For two years MJF held this company hostage, and in one night Joe Hendry changed everything!"

"Nobody thought it could happen, but Hendry answered the challenge and shocked the world at Grandslam!"

Hendry enters the ring and is handed a microphone. The crowd chants his name.

JOE HENDRY:
"Last night wasn't supposed to happen."

"Joe! Joe! Joe!"

"Last night was supposed to be another chapter in the legend of Maxwell Jacob Friedman. Another night where he manipulated the system, bent the rules, and reminded everyone that nobody could take this championship from him."

Hendry raises the title.

"Instead, last night became the night that Joe Hendry proved that all it takes is one opportunity."

The crowd cheers.

"For two years this championship belonged to a coward. Starting today, it belongs to a fighting champion."

Suddenly, CM Punk's music hits and the crowd immediately begins buzzing as Punk walks onto the stage holding the Money in the Bank briefcase. He looks at Hendry, then at the championship. Punk enters the ring and stands face-to-face with the new champion.

JOE HENDRY:
"You picked an interesting time to come out here."

Punk smirks.

CM PUNK:
"You're right."

Punk holds up the briefcase.

"Because everybody watching Grandslam thought this was ending one of two ways. Either MJF somehow escaped with the championship again..."

The crowd boos.

"...or CM Punk walked out, handed this briefcase to the referee, and left with the World Championship."

The crowd cheers.

Punk nods.

"I thought about it."

The crowd reacts.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't."

Punk looks at the championship.

"But after everything MJF put this company through for two years, after watching you step up when nobody else could, after watching you beat him in the middle of that ring..."

Punk extends his hand.

"...I decided that wasn't the moment."

The crowd applauds.

"I'm not here to steal your moment, Joe. I'm here to congratulate you."

Hendry shakes Punk's hand.

CM PUNK:
"You earned that championship. You beat the man nobody else could beat. And whether it happens next week, next month, or six months from now..."

Punk taps the briefcase.

"...when I cash this in, I want there to be absolutely no excuses."

The crowd cheers.

Before Hendry can respond—

MJF's music hits.

The arena erupts with boos.

MJF storms onto the stage, furious, dressed in an expensive suit but visibly rattled.

MJF:
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

The boos only get louder.

MJF paces the stage.

"Do you idiots have any idea what happened last night?!"

"You stole MY championship!"

He points at Hendry.

"YOU! You hijacked my moment! You took advantage of a situation that should never have happened in the first place!"

Hendry laughs.

MJF:
"Oh, you think this is funny? I carried this company for two years! TWO YEARS!"

MJF loses his mind.

"I AM THE LONGEST REIGNING WORLD CHAMPION IN COMPANY HISTORY!"

Punk casually leans against the ropes, amused.

MJF:
"And now these morons want to celebrate Joe Hendry? A guy who wasn't even supposed to be there?"

Hendry finally responds.

JOE HENDRY:
"You keep saying I wasn't supposed to be there."

The crowd cheers.

"But here's the funny thing, Max..."

Hendry raises the title.

"You weren't supposed to lose."

Big reaction.

MJF is speechless for a moment.

MJF:
"I want my rematch. Right now."

JOE HENDRY:
"Right now?"

MJF:
"RIGHT NOW."

Hendry looks at Punk, who shrugs.

JOE HENDRY:
"For two years you refused to defend this championship."

The crowd cheers.

"So if you think you're skipping the line and getting special treatment..."

Hendry shakes his head.

"...you're finally going to learn what everybody else learned waiting for you."

The crowd starts to realize what's coming.

JOE HENDRY:
"You wait."

Massive reaction.

MJF explodes with anger as Joe makes himself ready to leave the ring. MJF tries to attack him but Punk goes between them and interrupts. This makes MJF (if possible) even madder, and he switches his focus on Punk instead, only to get clobbered by Punk. Joe leaves the ring as security enters the scene and we cut to the backstage area.....

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We go backstage where we hook up with Spotlight GM; Quinn McKay and Lash Legend, where Quinn congratulate Lash on her win at Grandslam, then explains that she will grant Lash a couple of weeks to settle in, and get the feeling of the surroundings and the locker room etc. But, when Fight For Glory comes, Lash will have to defend her title. But, Quinn is willing to give Lash a little advantage, as a little treat for being champion. That's why Quinn has decided that Lash herself will be able to choose her first opponent to defend the title against at Fight For Glory. Quinn then tell Lash to use the upcoming weeks to think about who she's gonna choose. Then Quinn tells Lash to excuse her, as she's got to check on the health of the new EAM Women's champion. Not to mention, talk to the person responsible for her being in the hospital, whetever she is the boss' wife or not!

We then get a promo video, showing the highlights from the rumble match at Grandslam, and the aftermath with Skye Blue and Mickie James. We also see the moments from the match where Beth Phoenix eliminated Nikkita Lyons, and Chelsea Green eliminating both Beth and Jillian from the match. And those actions lead to our first match on tonights card. We cut back to the arena....

Tag Team Matchup
Beth Phoenix & Jillian Hall Vs Chelsea Green & Nikkita Lyons

Beth Phoenix and Jillian Hall sit comfortably at the announce table, still laughing about the Grandslam 18 video package showing Chelsea Green’s fluke elimination of them both. Suddenly, their music cranks through the arena speakers. Smirking, they slide off their headphones, share a laugh, and confidently swagger from behind the announce table and slides Into the ring, Chelsea Green and Nikkita Lyons are already waiting, looking lethal and deeply insulted.

The match starts with Jillian trying to use her vocal chords as a weapon, but Nikkita quickly shuts her up with a devastating spinning heel kick. Jillian stumbles back, desperately tagging in "The Glamazon." Beth enters like a house on fire, leveling Lyons with a series of powerful clotheslines and a stalling suplex that shakes the ring canvas. Beth signals for the Glam Slam, but Chelsea Green creates a distraction from the apron, screaming frantically.

Lyons capitalizes on the momentary lapse, hitting a jaw-breaking thrust kick that sends Beth reeling into the corner. Lyons tags in Green. Chelsea hits the ring with chaotic energy, executing a dropkick straight to Beth's back. Beth tries to fight out of the corner, powering Green upward, but her lower back gives out—a lingering effect of Lyons' earlier assault.

Seeing an opening, Green executes the I'm Prettier on Beth. Jillian rushes in to break up the pin, but Lyons intercepts her mid-ring, planting Hall with a massive split-legged leg drop. Green hooks Beth’s leg, securing a chaotic, sweet revenge victory.

Winners: Chelsea Green & Nikkita Lyons

We cut to the backstage area where Cm Punk and AJ Lee are holding hands while walking down the corridoor. When they walk past a trashcan, they both look at each other and then throw the EAM Mixed Tag Team Championships into the bin.

Punk: We don't need a pair of tacky titles to prove that we are the power couple of EAM. Hell, we are THE POWERCOUPLE in Pro Wrestling.

AJ Lee giggles and they continue to walk down the corridoor. As they leave around the corner, suddenly Danhausen appears from behind the trashcan. He picks up the titles and looks at them.

Danhausen: Very nice.....Very shiny......

He gets interrupted by Colt Cabana who suddenly walks by and Danhausen quickly throws the titles back into the trashcan.

Danhausen: Ahhhh... Vile fastfood.... Ahh....Isn't it our Intercontinental Champion? Nice to meet you mister Cabana. Ohhh....That's a nice belt you got there.....Very shiny...... Danhausen likes shiny things.....Danhausen collects many things.... Curses. Teeth. Human monies. Why not championships?

Cabana: "Well, if you want this, you're gonna have to earn it."

Danhausen steps closer and points directly at the belt.

Danhausen: Or maybe I'll just curse you?

Cabana roll his eyes.

Cabana: Right....the curse thing...

Danhausen suddenly raises both hands toward Colt's face.

"I CURSE YOU!"

Colt immediately flinches and stumbles backward.

"What the—!"

Danhausen grins.

"Too late. Already cursed."

Colt looks down at himself.

"Nothing happened."

"Not yet."

"Okay."

"The curse works in mysterious ways."

"Sure it does."

Danhausen takes a step closer.

"Perhaps your favorite snack becomes unavailable. Perhaps your rental car gets a flat tire. Perhaps you lose that championship to Danhausen."

Colt laughs and pats the title on his shoulder.

"Yeah? Maybe your curse should start by getting you a title shot."

Danhausen pauses.

"That is actually a very good idea."

The crowd pops.

Danhausen points directly at the championship.

"Danhausen will take that title. The curse has spoken."

With that, Danhausen turns and walks away.

Colt watches him leave before looking into the camera.

"If I wake up tomorrow and my phone falls in the toilet, I'm blaming that guy."

The camera closes on Colt clutching the championship a little tighter as the scene fades out and we cut back to the arena....

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Tag Team Matchup
Above The Rest (Gabriel Skye & Ikuro Kwon) Vs Jack Vaughn & Donovan Cecil

The high-flying duo of Gabriel Skye and Ikuro Kwon start the match with incredible speed. Skye hits a breathtaking corkscrew plancha over the top rope onto Jack Vaughn, while Kwon keeps Donovan Cecil grounded with a barrage of stiff martial arts kicks. Above The Rest are putting on an absolute clinic, showcasing why they deserve a shot at the gold.

Suddenly, the arena lights flicker. The crowd lets out a collective gasp as the massive, imposing figures of the EAM Tag Team Champions, Hafthor and Hall, storm down the ramp.

They don't care about the rules; they just want destruction.

Hafthor slides into the ring and completely obliterates Gabriel Skye with a vicious, spine-snapping Chokeslam. Kwon tries to fight back with a springboard forearm, but Hall catches him mid-air, turning it into a brutal visual of a running powerbomb directly into the turnbuckle. Vaughn and Cecil try to defend their turf, but the champions are unstoppable. Hafthor hits a double clothesline on both men, leaving all four competitors laid out in a pool of agony. The referee has no choice but to throw the match out completely.

Result: No Contest (Due to Champion Interference)

The camera then cut to a video, showing something that went down at Grandslam....

We see the moment when EAM Women's Tag Team Champions; Nia Jax and Piper Niven walked out and issued an open challenge for the straps, when their long-time rivals IIconics appeared on the stage, only to get beaten up by The Bella Twins, who made their first ever appearance in EAM Promotions ever, shocking not only the fans, but also the current tag team champions, who saw no other way than to take the easy way out, forcing themselves to lose in a count-out, as they realized their titles was in peril....But, whatn we get next is not a Bella Twin's promo, demanding a rematch, but instead a IIconics promo, where Peyton and Billie are furious, blaming Nikkie and Brie, for ruining their Grandslam moment! They want revenge, and they demand retribution!

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Singles Matchup
" The Villian " Marty Scurll Vs John Morrison

Marty Scurll stalks the ring, his umbrella gripped tightly as John Morrison enters with his signature slow-motion, rockstar swagger. The match is a fascinating contrast of styles: Scurll’s gritty, British catch-as-catch-can wrestling versus Morrison’s gravity-defying parkour athleticism.

Morrison takes the early advantage, hitting a beautiful running calf kick followed by a standing shooting star press for a close two-count. He looks to put "The Villain" away early, ascending the turnbuckle for the Starship Pain. However, Scurll subtly pulls the referee into the ropes, shaking the turnbuckle and causing Morrison to lose his balance.

With Morrison stranded on the top rope, Scurll’s sinister side takes over. He violently pulls Morrison down, trapping his hand. The crowd cringes as the audible snap of Morrison’s fingers echoes through the arena. Agonized, Morrison clutches his hand, leaving his throat wide open. Scurll capitalizes instantly, locking in the suffocating Crossface Chickenwing. Morrison fights with everything he has, trying to reach the ropes, but the pain in his snapped fingers prevents him from breaking the hold. Lacking the leverage to escape, Morrison is forced to frantically tap out.

Winner: Marty Scurll

We get another highlight package from Grandslam before we once again go backstage, this time hooking up with Becky Lynch who sits alone in front of her locker, quietly placing her gear into a duffel bag. The disappointment from her and Seth Rollins' loss to CM Punk and AJ Lee at Grandslam is written across her face.

She removes a framed photo from her locker, pauses for a moment, then carefully places it into her bag before shutting the locker door. As Becky slings the bag over her shoulder, Charlotte Flair walks into frame.

"Becky? What's going on?"

Becky looks at her friend and offers a faint smile.

"I'm done, Charlotte."

Charlotte's expression immediately changes.

"Done? What do you mean, done?"

Becky shakes her head.

"I've given everything I've got. Last night was supposed to be different. It wasn't."

Charlotte steps closer.

"Becky—"

But Becky cuts her off.

"Take care of yourself, alright?"

Without another word, Becky starts walking away.

As she exits the locker room, she accidentally bumps shoulders with Alexa Bliss, who is heading inside.

Alexa turns around.

"Whoa. Becks?"

Becky stops briefly, forcing another small smile.

"Good luck out there."

Before Alexa can ask anything else, Becky continues down the hallway and out of view.

The camera lingers on Charlotte and Alexa exchanging confused looks as Becky disappears around the corner

"Dont be sad Charlotte. You still got me"

Alexa Hugs Charlotte as we cut back to the arena for our next match of the evening.....


Singles Matchup
Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli Vs Johnny Gargano

This is a pure wrestling purist’s dream. Claudio Castagnoli holds a massive strength and size advantage, which he uses early on to ground Johnny Gargano with a series of brutal European uppercuts and a military press slam that sends Johnny Wrestling crashing to the mat.

But Gargano defines resilience. He fires back, using his speed to hit a rolling neckbreaker. He attempts a suicide dive, but Claudio catches him cleanly mid-air and delivers an alpha-level Swiss Death Uppercut. The crowd is on their feet. Claudio hoists Gargano up for the legendary Giant Swing, dizzying Johnny with twenty furious rotations before transitioning straight into a Sharpshooter. Gargano screams in pain, his fingers inches away from the bottom rope, before finally clawing his way to safety.

Claudio looks to finish it with the Ricola Bomb. He lifts Gargano, but Johnny counters in mid-air with a breathtaking sunset flip powerbomb for a roaring near-fall. Both men exchange devastating strikes in the center of the ring. Claudio throws a thunderous boot, but Gargano ducks, letting Claudio’s momentum carry him into the ropes.

On the rebound, Gargano catches him perfectly with the One Final Beat DDT directly onto the apron. With Claudio dazed, Gargano locks in the Gargano Escape right in the center of the ring, pulling back with everything he has left until the big man has no choice but to submit.

Winner: Johnny Gargano

- After the match, Triple C bumps into Chad Gable backstage, who tells Triple C he's got a proposal for him....


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As we get back from commercial break, the newly formed faction who calls themselves " The Algorithm " lead by Aaron Stevens, makes their way down to the ring. Stevens then cut's a promo, talking about how everyone who was watching Grandslam 18 witnessed a new awakening, as the future landscape in EAM Promotions will be highlighted by them. From now on, they are the ones who decides what's trending. They are the ones who decides who is relevant or not. At Grandslam they made the fundation. And tonight, everyone in attendance will be witnessing the continueance....

Tag Team Matchup
Eli Drake & Orange Cassidy Vs reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish)

The unorthodox pairing of Eli Drake and a very lethargic Orange Cassidy faces the hyper-disciplined, hard-hitting duo of reDragon. Kyle O’Reilly and Bobby Fish systematically pick Cassidy apart early on, targeting his legs with a series of devastating, coordinated kick combinations and submission holds. Cassidy, hands still casually tucked into his pockets, somehow manages to dodge a sweeping leg kick from Fish and tags in a fired-up Eli Drake.

Drake enters the ring like a bull, dropping O’Reilly with a swinging neckbreaker and landing a soaring elbow drop on Fish. "Let me talk to ya!" Drake yells to the crowd, but the veteran instincts of reDragon quickly take over. O’Reilly sweeps Drake's legs, allowing Fish to hit a diving headbutt. reDragon sets up Drake for the Chasing the Dragon.

Seeing his partner in deep trouble, Orange Cassidy suddenly wakes up. He rolls into the ring, distracting the referee by slowly handing him his aviator sunglasses. While the referee is bewildered and trying to figure out what to do with the eyewear, Bobby Fish charges at Cassidy. Cassidy ducks, and Eli Drake delivers a blatant, resounding low blow to Kyle O'Reilly right behind the referee’s back.

As O'Reilly collapses in agony, Cassidy hits a quick Orange Punch on Fish, sending him tumbling out of the ring. Drake quickly rolls up the groggy O'Reilly, hooking the tights for extra leverage. The referee turns around just in time to count the 1... 2... 3!

Winners: Eli Drake & Orange Cassidy

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The EAM Television Champion, Hook, walks onto the stage as his music cranks the arena speakers. The Television Championship strap rests over his shoulder as he slowly makes his way to the ring where he grabs a microphone.

Hook: "David Benoit walked into the biggest match of his life and found out what everybody else already knows."

Hook raises the Television Championship.

Hook: "This era belongs to ME!"

Hook: "He gave me everything he had. Every ounce of heart. Every ounce of fight. And where did it get him?"

Hook leans against the ropes.

Hook: "Retirement at the age of 33"

Louder boos.

Hook: "But let's be honest. David didn't have his career ended by me."

Pause.

Hook: "His career ended because he wasn't good enough to survive me."

Suddenly, Rex Steiner's music hits.

The crowd explodes.

Steiner storms to the ring without hesitation, microphone already in hand.

Rex Steiner: "You know, Hook, every time I think you've reached rock bottom, you somehow find a shovel."

Crowd cheers.

Rex Steiner: "Congratulations. You beat David Benoit."

Rex Steiner: "Congratulations. You ended a man's career."

Rex Steiner: "But don't stand in this ring acting like that makes you untouchable."

Hook smirks.

Hook: "You here to save the day, Rex?"

Rex Steiner: "No."

Steiner steps through the ropes.

Rex Steiner: "I'm here because every time your name gets mentioned, somehow mine isn't far behind."

Crowd reacts.

Rex Steiner: "We've fought before. We've bled before. And every single time you start believing your own hype, reality catches up with you."

Hook: "Reality?"

Hook laughs.

Hook: "Reality is I'm standing here with gold."

Hook: "Reality is you're standing here empty-handed."

The two men are now forehead-to-forehead as officials begin moving toward ringside.

Then—

"Symphony No. 9" hits.

The atmosphere instantly changes.

The crowd erupts as WALTER steps onto the stage.

The Ornate Prime Championship is draped over his shoulder.

He looks at neither man with fear. Only contempt.

WALTER: "Are you finished?"

The crowd reacts.

WALTER: "I came out here because I heard two men arguing over who is more important."

He looks at Hook.

WALTER: "One man celebrates ending the career of a broken jobber."

Hook's expression hardens.

WALTER: "You call that greatness."

WALTER turns toward Steiner.

WALTER: "The other man still speaks about what he can do instead of what he has done."

Steiner clenches his jaw.

WALTER: "You call that relevance."

The crowd buzzes.

WALTER lifts the Ornate Prime Championship high…

WALTER: "I am the standard around here, and you both know it! "

Hook: "You think because you've got a bigger championship you're better than me?"

WALTER: "No."

WALTER steps forward.

WALTER: "I know it."

The crowd erupts.

Steiner smirks.

Rex Steiner: "You know what? For once, I agree with him."

Hook looks from Steiner to WALTER.

Hook: "Both of you talk a lot for guys standing in my ring."

WALTER: "Your ring?"

WALTER laughs.

WALTER: "This company belongs to whoever can carry it."

WALTER: "And standing beside me, I see two men who are still trying to convince themselves they belong at my level."

Hook: "I beat you for this championship rememember?"

Hook holding the EAM Television Championship up high…

The tension reaches a breaking point.

Hook shoves WALTER.

The crowd gasps.

WALTER doesn't move.

Not an inch.

Steiner immediately steps forward.

Now all three men stand chest-to-chest in the center of the ring.

The crowd is on its feet.

Commentary: "This is about to explode! Get some Security out here before someone does something stupid they are gonna regret!"

The three men stare holes through one another as the show comes to an end and security and officials surrounds the ring....

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Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

Episode #531


The scene opens backstage in the office of EAM General Manager; Randy Orton. The door suddenly swings open with force as Maxwell Jacob Friedman storms inside.

MJF: "This is ridiculous!"

Orton barely looks up from the paperwork on his desk.

MJF: "I carried this company. I carried that championship. I made that title matter, and now everybody suddenly thinks it's okay to treat me like some kind of joke?"

Orton slowly leans back in his chair.

Randy Orton: "Good to see you too, Max."

MJF: "Don't give me that."

MJF points toward the office door.

MJF: "Joe Hendry steals my championship, then last week CM Punk comes out there and turns me into a punchline in front of the entire world."

MJF: "And what do I get? Nothing."

MJF: "No rematch. No answers. No respect."

MJF slams both hands onto Orton's desk.

MJF: "I don't really care about respect, but I want Joe Hendry!"

MJF: "I want my championship back!"

MJF: "And I want my rematch right now!"

Orton finally stands from his chair and the room instantly feels more tense.

Randy Orton: "You finished?"

MJF opens his mouth, but Orton cuts him off.

Randy Orton: "Because unlike you, I've actually got a job to do."

The crowd watching on the arena screen reacts.

Randy Orton: "In case you haven't noticed, I'm the General Manager around here."

Randy Orton: "I've got a roster to manage. I've got contracts to deal with. I've got champions, contenders, sponsors, television executives, and about a hundred other problems waiting outside this office."

Orton takes a step closer.

Randy Orton: "So forgive me if making you feel better isn't at the top of my priority list."

MJF scoffs.

MJF: "Feel better? I want what's mine."

Randy Orton: "And you'll get your rematch."

MJF pauses.

Randy Orton: "Eventually."

MJF: "Eventually?"

Randy Orton: "When I say so."

The smile disappears from MJF's face.

Randy Orton: "Joe Hendry isn't going anywhere. But until I decide the time is right, you're going to do something you clearly hate doing."

MJF narrows his eyes.

MJF: "And what's that exactly?"

Randy Orton: "Wait."

The crowd reacts loudly.

Randy Orton: "And while you're waiting, do me a favor."

Randy Orton: "Leave me the Hell alone!"

A tense silence fills the room.

MJF clenches his jaw.

MJF: "You know what? Fine."

MJF: "But when this place realizes how badly it needs Maxwell Jacob Friedman, don't come begging me for favors."

MJF turns and storms out, slamming the office door behind him.

The camera follows him into the hallway.

MJF is still fuming when he suddenly stops.

Standing directly in front of him is CM Punk.

The crowd erupts.

Punk is leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face, having clearly heard enough of the conversation.

CM Punk: "How'd that go?"

MJF's face twists with anger.

MJF: "Move."

CM Punk: "Lemme guess."

Punk pretends to think.

CM Punk: "You demanded something."

CM Punk: "You didn't get it."

CM Punk: "And now you're throwing a tantrum."

MJF steps closer.

MJF: "Keep pushing."

CM Punk: "Or what?"

The two stand nose-to-nose.

CM Punk: "You gonna complain to Randy again?"

The crowd lets out a loud "OOOH!"

MJF's fists clench.

MJF: "Careful, old man."

CM Punk: "Careful?"

Punk laughs.

CM Punk: "Max, you've been careful your whole career."

CM Punk: "You hide behind shortcuts, excuses, and your own ego."

CM Punk: "Then the second things stop going your way, you start screaming that the world is unfair."

MJF looks ready to explode.

CM Punk: "You lost your title."

CM Punk: "You lost control."

CM Punk: "And the thing that's really eating you alive?"

Punk smirks.

CM Punk: "Everybody can see it."

CM Punk: "You're not the guy anymore."

The crowd erupts.

MJF lunges forward, but officials immediately rush into frame from both sides, separating the two men before a fight can break out.

MJF: "LET GO OF ME!"

CM Punk: "See? Tantrum."

MJF continues struggling as Punk backs away with a grin.

CM Punk: "Try not to lose anything else, Max."

Punk walks off down the hallway while MJF seethes in the grasp of security.

Commentary: "CM Punk is getting under MJF's skin every single week!"

Commentary: "And if MJF can't get to Joe Hendry, he may decide to take all that frustration out on Punk instead!"

The camera closes on MJF's furious expression as we cut to the Jamboree vignette.....



Young Bucks are already in the ring as we cut to the arena. They cut a short promo, talking about not performing optimal as of late, and how they're almost a shadow of their former self. But the difference between a bad tag team and a good tag team is that a good tag team knows how to get back on the horse again. So, look at this like a little bump in the road for The Young Bucks, nothing more. And nothing they are gonna take one step back up the ladder, as they beat this new tag team. They don't know who they are gonna face, but it doesn't matter, because they are NOT! The Young Bucks!!!

Tag Team Matchup
Young Bucks Vs Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli & Chad Gable

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Before the match, Scurll cut's a short promo, praising Gargano (in his way) saying that they could have good use for a guy like Gargano in Scurll's entourage, but Gargano replies telling Scurll he rather wrestle for AEW than joining Scurll's leftover's of The Bullet Club....

Singles Matchup
" The Villain " Marty Scurll Vs Johnny Gargano

Before our main event of the night we get a announcement video for Fight For Glory 18, revealing that the PPV will be a two night event, with night one being live from Colorado Springs and night two being live from Denver.

Singles Matchup (Non-Title) (read below first)
Colt Cabana Vs Eli Drake

- Something happens during the match who gives Eli an advantage over Cabana (Could it be Danhausen's curse?)

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Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

Episode #531

The scene opens backstage in the office of EAM General Manager; Randy Orton. The door suddenly swings open with force as Maxwell Jacob Friedman storms inside.

MJF: "This is ridiculous!"

Orton barely looks up from the paperwork on his desk.

MJF: "I carried this company. I carried that championship. I made that title matter, and now everybody suddenly thinks it's okay to treat me like some kind of joke?"

Orton slowly leans back in his chair.

Randy Orton: "Good to see you too, Max."

MJF: "Don't give me that."

MJF points toward the office door.

MJF: "Joe Hendry steals my championship, then last week CM Punk comes out there and turns me into a punchline in front of the entire world."

MJF: "And what do I get? Nothing."

MJF: "No rematch. No answers. No respect."

MJF slams both hands onto Orton's desk.

MJF: "I don't really care about respect, but I want Joe Hendry!"

MJF: "I want my championship back!"

MJF: "And I want my rematch right now!"

Orton finally stands from his chair and the room instantly feels more tense.

Randy Orton: "You finished?"

MJF opens his mouth, but Orton cuts him off.

Randy Orton: "Because unlike you, I've actually got a job to do."

The crowd watching on the arena screen reacts.

Randy Orton: "In case you haven't noticed, I'm the General Manager around here."

Randy Orton: "I've got a roster to manage. I've got contracts to deal with. I've got champions, contenders, sponsors, television executives, and about a hundred other problems waiting outside this office."

Orton takes a step closer.

Randy Orton: "So forgive me if making you feel better isn't at the top of my priority list."

MJF scoffs.

MJF: "Feel better? I want what's mine."

Randy Orton: "And you'll get your rematch."

MJF pauses.

Randy Orton: "Eventually."

MJF: "Eventually?"

Randy Orton: "When I say so."

The smile disappears from MJF's face.

Randy Orton: "Joe Hendry isn't going anywhere. But until I decide the time is right, you're going to do something you clearly hate doing."

MJF narrows his eyes.

MJF: "And what's that exactly?"

Randy Orton: "Wait."

The crowd reacts loudly.

Randy Orton: "And while you're waiting, do me a favor."

Randy Orton: "Leave me the Hell alone!"

A tense silence fills the room.

MJF clenches his jaw.

MJF: "You know what? Fine."

MJF: "But when this place realizes how badly it needs Maxwell Jacob Friedman, don't come begging me for favors."

MJF turns and storms out, slamming the office door behind him.

The camera follows him into the hallway.

MJF is still fuming when he suddenly stops.

Standing directly in front of him is CM Punk.

The crowd erupts.

Punk is leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face, having clearly heard enough of the conversation.

CM Punk: "How'd that go?"

MJF's face twists with anger.

MJF: "Move."

CM Punk: "Lemme guess."

Punk pretends to think.

CM Punk: "You demanded something."

CM Punk: "You didn't get it."

CM Punk: "And now you're throwing a tantrum."

MJF steps closer.

MJF: "Keep pushing."

CM Punk: "Or what?"

The two stand nose-to-nose.

CM Punk: "You gonna complain to Randy again?"

The crowd lets out a loud "OOOH!"

MJF's fists clench.

MJF: "Careful, old man."

CM Punk: "Careful?"

Punk laughs.

CM Punk: "Max, you've been careful your whole career."

CM Punk: "You hide behind shortcuts, excuses, and your own ego."

CM Punk: "Then the second things stop going your way, you start screaming that the world is unfair."

MJF looks ready to explode.

CM Punk: "You lost your title."

CM Punk: "You lost control."

CM Punk: "And the thing that's really eating you alive?"

Punk smirks.

CM Punk: "Everybody can see it."

CM Punk: "You're not the guy anymore."

The crowd erupts.

MJF lunges forward, but officials immediately rush into frame from both sides, separating the two men before a fight can break out.

MJF: "LET GO OF ME!"

CM Punk: "See? Tantrum."

MJF continues struggling as Punk backs away with a grin.

CM Punk: "Try not to lose anything else, Max."

Punk walks off down the hallway while MJF seethes in the grasp of security.

Commentary: "CM Punk is getting under MJF's skin every single week!"

Commentary: "And if MJF can't get to Joe Hendry, he may decide to take all that frustration out on Punk instead!"

The camera closes on MJF's furious expression as we cut to the Jamboree vignette.....



Young Bucks are already in the ring as we cut to the arena. They cut a short promo, talking about not performing optimal as of late, and how they're almost a shadow of their former self. But the difference between a bad tag team and a good tag team is that a good tag team knows how to get back on the horse again. So, look at this like a little bump in the road for The Young Bucks, nothing more. And nothing they are gonna take one step back up the ladder, as they beat this new tag team. They don't know who they are gonna face, but it doesn't matter, because they are NOT! The Young Bucks!!!

Tag Team Matchup
Young Bucks Vs Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli & Chad Gable

The Young Bucks (Matt and Nick Jackson) enter with their usual flashy confidence, treating their opponents like an makeshift tag team that poses zero threat. Early on, the Bucks dictate the tempo, utilizing their seamless tandem offense. They drop Chad Gable with a continuous sequence of risky northern lights suplexes and mock Claudio Castagnoli by striking his signature poses.

However, underestimating this duo proves to be a fatal mistake.

Gable finds his second wind, showcasing his elite Olympic wrestling background by executing a series of German suplexes on both brothers that leaves the crowd roaring. He tags in the powerhouse Claudio. Castagnoli hits the ring like a freight train, flattening Nick with a European uppercut before grabbing Matt for a sensational, twenty-rotation Giant Swing.

The Bucks try to recover, setting up Gable for the BTE Trigger. But as they execute the leap, Claudio intercepts Matt mid-air, catching him cleanly on his shoulders. In a seamless display of strength and timing, Claudio tosses Matt directly into a bridging German suplex from Gable. Simultaneously, Claudio turns around to blast an oncoming Nick Jackson out of mid-air with a devastating Swiss Death Uppercut. Gable holds the bridge on Matt, keeping his shoulders firmly pinned to the mat as the referee counts a shocking 1... 2... 3! The arena erupts in total disbelief at the massive upset.

Winners: Claudio Castagnoli & Chad Gable

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Before the match, Scurll cut's a short promo, praising Gargano (in his way) saying that they could have good use for a guy like Gargano in Scurll's entourage, but Gargano replies telling Scurll he rather wrestle for AEW than joining Scurll's leftover's of The Bullet Club....

Singles Matchup
" The Villain " Marty Scurll Vs Johnny Gargano

This match is a masterclass in psychological warfare. Johnny Gargano relies on his speed and fighting spirit, executing a rolling cutter that leaves Marty Scurll reeling. "The Villain" quickly slows the pace down, targeting Gargano's fingers and joints with his signature, cruel British technical style.

Gargano fights through the pain, firing back with a series of superkicks. He locks in the Gargano Escape right in the center of the ring. Scurll screams in agony, his fingers desperately searching for the bottom rope, but he is trapped.

Just as Scurll looks ready to tap out, "The Switchblade" Jay White slides down the ramp. White jumps onto the apron, aggressively screaming at the referee and waving a steel chair. The referee runs over, completely occupied with trying to get White down and confiscate the weapon.

With the referee’s back turned, Scurll uses the distraction to forcefully gouge Gargano’s eyes, breaking the submission hold. Blinded and gasping, Gargano stumbles backward right into Scurll's waiting arms. Scurll hooks the arms and snaps Gargano down into a brutal Bird of Prey facebuster. Scurll covers him as Jay White vanishes into the crowd, and the referee turns around to count the three.

Winner: Marty Scurll

Before our main event of the night we get a announcement video for Fight For Glory 18, revealing that the PPV will be a two night event, with night one being live from Colorado Springs and night two being live from Denver.

Singles Matchup (Non-Title)
Colt Cabana Vs Eli Drake

Colt Cabana brings his signature comedic charm and world-class veteran wrestling to the ring, immediately frustrating Eli Drake. Cabana tricks Drake into embarrassing positions, using a series of clever wrist-locks and his classic comedy spots that have the entire crowd laughing at Drake's expense. Drake grows increasingly furious, yelling at the fans and losing his composure as Cabana hits a bionic elbow, followed by the Flying Apple in the corner.

Cabana drags Drake to the center of the mat and locks in his devastating Billy Goat's Curse submission hold. Drake screams in agony, his back bending at a horrific angle as he desperately reaches for the ropes. The crowd cheers, sensing a tap-out is imminent.

Suddenly, a bizarre, unexplained phenomenon shifts the energy in the arena. Though Danhausen is nowhere to be seen, the ring lights violently flicker to a deep, eerie crimson. Simultaneously, a jarring, disembodied laugh echoes faintly through the PA system.

_..._
/' `\
| X X |
| ^ |
\ ___ /
`---'
"YOU ARE CURSED-HAUSEN!"

An unnatural, freezing wave of bad luck hits Cabana. For absolutely no physical reason, his knee completely locks up, and a sudden, blinding cramp shoots through his abdomen. It feels exactly like the lingering effects of a classic Danhausen curse.

Cabana gasps, involuntarily breaking his own submission hold as he clutches his stomach in sudden agony. He stumbles backward, completely bewildered by the sudden physical collapse.

Drake, completely oblivious to the supernatural nature of the shift but always ready to capitalize on disaster, eyes his weakened opponent. "Let me talk to ya!" he snarls, fighting through his own pain. Drake kicks Cabana squarely in the gut and hits the Gravy Train with absolute authority, hooking the leg to secure the hard-fought, bizarre victory.

Winner: Eli Drake

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Episode #93


We find ourselves backstage where the newly crowned EAM Women's Champion, Skye Blue, is standing with the championship draped over her shoulder. A smile is on her face as she admires the title she won at Grand Slam. (But it all came with a weird aftertaste. Not only for the fact that she never did as Julia told her, but also the fact that she's gotta wear these crutches for yet another week, because of Mickie's vicious and cowardly attack after she haned her the title. But Skye tried to focus on the fact that she is champion. at least for now)

Skye Blue: "Four years....."

She looks down at the championship.

Skye Blue: "For four years this championship didn't exist."

Skye Blue: "Now it's back."

Skye Blue: "And somehow... I'm the one carrying it."

Skye smiles.

Skye Blue: "Thirty women entered Grand Slam. Thirty women wanted this opportunity."

Skye Blue: "Chelsea Green almost had it."

Skye Blue: "Julia almost had it."

Before she can continue, Julia Hart steps into frame.

The crowd reacts.

Julia is calm. Relaxed. Almost eerily so.

Julia Hart: "But they didn't."

Skye looks slightly uncomfortable.

Skye Blue: "Julia..."

Julia Hart: "No."

Julia gently places a hand on Skye's shoulder.

Julia Hart: "You won."

Julia Hart: "That's what matters."

Skye studies her expression, clearly unsure what to make of it.

Skye Blue: "After everything that happened..."

Julia nods.

Julia Hart: "You think I'm angry."

Skye doesn't answer.

Julia Hart: "You think I'm upset because I didn't win."

Julia smiles softly.

Julia Hart: "I'm not."

Julia Hart: "Do you know why?"

Skye shakes her head.

Julia Hart: "Because I see the bigger picture."

Julia glances at the championship.

Julia Hart: "That title belongs with us."

The wording hangs in the air.

Julia Hart: "Maybe you're carrying it."

Julia Hart: "Maybe your name is on the record books."

Julia Hart: "But that championship is exactly where it's supposed to be."

Skye seems relieved by the response.

Skye Blue: "Look, I know things haven't exactly been perfect lately."

Julia chuckles.

Julia Hart: "That's one way to put it."

The audience remembers the issues surrounding Mickie James.

Skye Blue: "I know I didn't do what you wanted."

Julia Hart: "No."

Julia's smile never leaves.

Julia Hart: "You didn't."

For the first time, there is a slight edge in her voice.

Julia Hart: "But I did."

A brief silence follows.

Julia Hart: "And everything worked out anyway."

Julia immediately softens again.

Julia Hart: "You're champion."

Julia Hart: "We're standing here together."

Julia Hart: "So why would I waste energy being angry?"

Skye finally smiles.

Skye Blue: "Honestly?"

Skye Blue: "I wasn't sure where we stood."

Julia Hart: "Skye..."

Julia steps closer.

Julia Hart: "You can trust me."

The crowd murmurs.

Julia Hart: "You trusted me when nobody else did."

Julia Hart: "You trusted me when everyone doubted you."

Julia Hart: "You trusted me before there was gold."

Julia places a finger against the championship plate.

Julia Hart: "Why would that change now?"

Skye nods slowly.

Skye Blue: "You're right."

Julia Hart: "Of course I'm right."

Julia laughs softly.

Julia Hart: "You're the champion."

Julia Hart: "You should be celebrating."

Skye finally looks completely at ease.

Skye Blue: "Then let's celebrate."

Julia Hart: "Exactly."

Julia wraps an arm around Skye's shoulder as they begin walking down the hallway together.

Before they disappear from view, Julia briefly turns her head toward the camera.

For a split second, the smile vanishes.

Her eyes drift toward the championship resting on Skye's shoulder.

The smile returns.

But this one feels different.

Not warm.

Not proud.

But Possessive.....

Beth: "I don't know about this."

Jillian: "Julia says all the right things, but something feels off."

Beth: "Maybe. Or maybe she's genuinely happy for her friend."

Jillian: "I'm not convinced."

We cut to the Spotlight vignette....


"Hot Mess" hits as Chelsea Green makes her way to the ring with a smug grin plastered across her face. She takes her time, soaking in the reaction from the crowd before demanding a microphone.

Chelsea Green: "Please. Please. Hold your applause."

The crowd boos.

Chelsea Green: "Actually, no. Keep going."

Chelsea spins in a circle, admiring herself.

Chelsea Green: "You know, I've been hearing a lot of people talking about Grand Slam."

Chelsea Green: "Specifically, one moment."

Chelsea smirks.

Chelsea Green: "The moment Chelsea Green almost won the EAM Women's Championship."

The crowd reacts.

Chelsea Green: "Let's be honest. If Skye Blue hadn't gotten lucky, we'd be looking at your champion right now."

Boos.

Chelsea Green: "Thirty women entered that match."

Chelsea Green: "Thirty!"

Chelsea Green: "And who was the last woman standing besides the winner?"

Chelsea points to herself.

Chelsea Green: "Me."

Chelsea Green: "Not Julia Hart."

Chelsea Green: "Not Taya Valkyrie"

Chelsea Green: "Not Alexa Bliss Or Tessa Blanchard.....(She goes on, naming every single woman in the match)"

Chelsea Green: "Not Beth Phoenix or Jillian Hall."

Chelsea looks over toward the commentary desk.

Chelsea Green: "Speaking of which..."

The camera cuts to Beth Phoenix and Jillian Hall sitting at commentary.

Chelsea Green: "How are you two doing over there?"

Chelsea gives them a condescending little wave.

Chelsea Green: "I know losing to me last week must still sting."

Beth rolls her eyes while Jillian shakes her head.

Chelsea Green: "I mean, I get it."

Chelsea Green: "If I got pinned by Chelsea Green, I'd probably never recover either."

Chelsea laughs at her own joke.

Chelsea Green: "The point is simple."

She begins pacing around the ring.

Chelsea Green: "Everywhere I go, I steal the spotlight."

Chelsea Green: "At Grand Slam, I stole the spotlight."

Chelsea Green: "Last week, I stole the spotlight."

Chelsea Green: "Next Week, I am gonna steal the spotlight."

Chelsea Green: "Next Month...."

Suddenl.....

"Let's Light It Up" blasts through the arena and the crowd explodes.

Chelsea's face immediately drops.

AJ Lee walks onto the stage to a thunderous ovation, a confident smile on her face.

Chelsea looks completely stunned.

AJ doesn't say a word at first. She simply looks around the arena, hand behind her back, before locking eyes with Chelsea and pulling out a microphone.

AJ Lee: "You want to know the difference between us Chelsea?"

Chelsea Green: "Oh boy, here we go....."

AJ Lee: "When Chelsea Green walks into an arena, she wants everyone to look at her."

AJ enters the ring.

AJ Lee: "When AJ Lee walks into an arena..."

AJ steps face-to-face with Chelsea.

AJ Lee: "Everybody already is."

Massive reaction.

Chelsea forces a laugh, but she's visibly rattled.

Chelsea Green: "You think you're still the center of attention?"

AJ Lee: "No."

AJ smiles.

AJ Lee: "I know I am."

The crowd erupts again.

Chelsea looks around at the audience chanting AJ's name.

AJ Lee! AJ Lee! AJ Lee!

AJ never breaks eye contact.

AJ Lee: "So if you're looking for the spotlight, Chelsea..."

AJ points between them.

AJ Lee: "You're standing in it."

Chelsea's jaw tightens as AJ's music hits once again... Scene then cut's and we get a promotional hype video, letting the fans get to know their new EAM Primetime Bitch Champion; Lash Legend a little better....

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Deonna and Tessa is already in the ring as we get back from commercials. They cut a promo on how sick they are of Shotzi and Kiera, and how sick they are of facing them. So this will be the last time. It's time to make a statement and settle the score, and moving on....

Tag Team Matchup (read below first)
Deonna Purrazzo & Tessa Blanchard Vs Shotzi Blackhart & Kiera Hogan

- During the match, there is suddenly some tension between Deonna and Tessa, this affects the match somehow, but not enough to make them lose.

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As we get back for our second match of the evening, Beth and Jillian talks about how this next match has been a rivalry for a long time, and it's not the first time they face off to say it like that. But it seems like their paths always cross doesn't it? Last time, only a couple of weeks ago at Grandslam. They also mention the fact that their husbands does not really see eye to eye either, and that all four of them have faced off at a point.

Singles Matchup
Taya Valkyrie Vs Candice LeRae

Tag Team Matchup (read below first)
Raquel Rodriguez & Stephanie Vaquer Vs Charlotte Flair & Natalya Neidhart

- After the match, Alexa Bliss appears to comfort Charlotte...

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As the show is about to end the camera cut's to a dimly lit room, with a single wooden rocking chair in it...
Nobody can be seen and it's dead silent.....only broken by the sound of a moth crashing against the lightbulb...the small body casting big flickering shadows on the surrounding walls....

But then....another sound....A very faint tapping sound of some kind....

Tap...Tap...Tap...

Then, a crutch slowly enters the frame and the camera pans upward.
Mickie James sits in the chair, half-hidden by shadows.
Her eyes remain fixed on the floor and for several moments, she says nothing.....

It's almost as time stands still, but then....

Mickie James: "You know.....It's kinda funny..."

A long pause again...

Mickie James: "People think pain is loud."

Tap.

Mickie James: "A scream."

Tap.

Mickie James: "A broken bone."

Tap.

Mickie James: "A career ending."

She slowly lifts her head.

Mickie James: "But real pain?"

A faint smile crosses her face.

Mickie James: "Real pain is quiet."

The moth that was flapping it's wings and crashing against the lightbulb just moments ago falls dead on the floor...

Mickie James: "It waits."

The room suddenly seems darker somehow.

Mickie James: "It sits in the corner."

Mickie James: "It watches."

Mickie James: "It remembers."

Her fingers tighten around the crutch.

Mickie James: "I remember everything."

The camera slowly zooms closer.

Mickie James: "I remember promises."

Mickie James: "I remember loyalty."

Mickie James: "I remember people smiling to my face while calculating behind my back."

A slight chuckle.

Mickie James: "Funny thing about masks."

Mickie James: "The longer you wear one..."

She looks directly into the camera, and now you can see her face is covered with paint. Black lines running from her eyes, like tears, and her skin looks paler, almost white.....

Mickie James: "The more comfortable it becomes."

Silence.....

Mickie James: "One wears a crown."

Mickie James: "The other whispers into her ear."

a short Pause....

Mickie James: "One believes she's chosen."

Mickie James: "The other believes she's in control."

Mickie slowly shakes her head, but with a weird grin on her face....

Mickie James: "But darkness has a habit of lying to people."

The tapping begins again....

Tap...Tap...Tap...

Mickie James: "The crutch shot was a reminder...."

Tap...Tap...Tap... (It almost sound like a heart beating at this point)

Mickie James: "That every kingdom is built on unstable ground."

Mickie James: "That every partnership eventually cracks."

Mickie James: "That every champion eventually turns around..."

Mickie's expression becomes cold.

Mickie James: "...and discovers someone standing behind them."

The lights flicker.... and for a split second, the room goes completely black....

When the image returns, Mickie is standing, holding no crutches....

Mickie James: "Enjoy the gold."

Mickie James: "Enjoy each other."

Mickie James: "Enjoy the illusion....."

The lights flicker again and the whole picture suddenly goes static before it all goes pitch black....

[Vikingsfan88]

Episode #93

We find ourselves backstage where the newly crowned EAM Women's Champion, Skye Blue, is standing with the championship draped over her shoulder. A smile is on her face as she admires the title she won at Grand Slam. (But it all came with a weird aftertaste. Not only for the fact that she never did as Julia told her, but also the fact that she's gotta wear these crutches for yet another week, because of Mickie's vicious and cowardly attack after she haned her the title. But Skye tried to focus on the fact that she is champion. at least for now)

Skye Blue: "Four years....."

She looks down at the championship.

Skye Blue: "For four years this championship didn't exist."

Skye Blue: "Now it's back."

Skye Blue: "And somehow... I'm the one carrying it."

Skye smiles.

Skye Blue: "Thirty women entered Grand Slam. Thirty women wanted this opportunity."

Skye Blue: "Chelsea Green almost had it."

Skye Blue: "Julia almost had it."

Before she can continue, Julia Hart steps into frame.

The crowd reacts.

Julia is calm. Relaxed. Almost eerily so.

Julia Hart: "But they didn't."

Skye looks slightly uncomfortable.

Skye Blue: "Julia..."

Julia Hart: "No."

Julia gently places a hand on Skye's shoulder.

Julia Hart: "You won."

Julia Hart: "That's what matters."

Skye studies her expression, clearly unsure what to make of it.

Skye Blue: "After everything that happened..."

Julia nods.

Julia Hart: "You think I'm angry."

Skye doesn't answer.

Julia Hart: "You think I'm upset because I didn't win."

Julia smiles softly.

Julia Hart: "I'm not."

Julia Hart: "Do you know why?"

Skye shakes her head.

Julia Hart: "Because I see the bigger picture."

Julia glances at the championship.

Julia Hart: "That title belongs with us."

The wording hangs in the air.

Julia Hart: "Maybe you're carrying it."

Julia Hart: "Maybe your name is on the record books."

Julia Hart: "But that championship is exactly where it's supposed to be."

Skye seems relieved by the response.

Skye Blue: "Look, I know things haven't exactly been perfect lately."

Julia chuckles.

Julia Hart: "That's one way to put it."

The audience remembers the issues surrounding Mickie James.

Skye Blue: "I know I didn't do what you wanted."

Julia Hart: "No."

Julia's smile never leaves.

Julia Hart: "You didn't."

For the first time, there is a slight edge in her voice.

Julia Hart: "But I did."

A brief silence follows.

Julia Hart: "And everything worked out anyway."

Julia immediately softens again.

Julia Hart: "You're champion."

Julia Hart: "We're standing here together."

Julia Hart: "So why would I waste energy being angry?"

Skye finally smiles.

Skye Blue: "Honestly?"

Skye Blue: "I wasn't sure where we stood."

Julia Hart: "Skye..."

Julia steps closer.

Julia Hart: "You can trust me."

The crowd murmurs.

Julia Hart: "You trusted me when nobody else did."

Julia Hart: "You trusted me when everyone doubted you."

Julia Hart: "You trusted me before there was gold."

Julia places a finger against the championship plate.

Julia Hart: "Why would that change now?"

Skye nods slowly.

Skye Blue: "You're right."

Julia Hart: "Of course I'm right."

Julia laughs softly.

Julia Hart: "You're the champion."

Julia Hart: "You should be celebrating."

Skye finally looks completely at ease.

Skye Blue: "Then let's celebrate."

Julia Hart: "Exactly."

Julia wraps an arm around Skye's shoulder as they begin walking down the hallway together.

Before they disappear from view, Julia briefly turns her head toward the camera.

For a split second, the smile vanishes.

Her eyes drift toward the championship resting on Skye's shoulder.

The smile returns.

But this one feels different.

Not warm.

Not proud.

But Possessive.....

Beth: "I don't know about this."

Jillian: "Julia says all the right things, but something feels off."

Beth: "Maybe. Or maybe she's genuinely happy for her friend."

Jillian: "I'm not convinced."

We cut to the Spotlight vignette....


"Hot Mess" hits as Chelsea Green makes her way to the ring with a smug grin plastered across her face. She takes her time, soaking in the reaction from the crowd before demanding a microphone.

Chelsea Green: "Please. Please. Hold your applause."

The crowd boos.

Chelsea Green: "Actually, no. Keep going."

Chelsea spins in a circle, admiring herself.

Chelsea Green: "You know, I've been hearing a lot of people talking about Grand Slam."

Chelsea Green: "Specifically, one moment."

Chelsea smirks.

Chelsea Green: "The moment Chelsea Green almost won the EAM Women's Championship."

The crowd reacts.

Chelsea Green: "Let's be honest. If Skye Blue hadn't gotten lucky, we'd be looking at your champion right now."

Boos.

Chelsea Green: "Thirty women entered that match."

Chelsea Green: "Thirty!"

Chelsea Green: "And who was the last woman standing besides the winner?"

Chelsea points to herself.

Chelsea Green: "Me."

Chelsea Green: "Not Julia Hart."

Chelsea Green: "Not Taya Valkyrie"

Chelsea Green: "Not Alexa Bliss Or Tessa Blanchard.....(She goes on, naming every single woman in the match)"

Chelsea Green: "Not Beth Phoenix or Jillian Hall."

Chelsea looks over toward the commentary desk.

Chelsea Green: "Speaking of which..."

The camera cuts to Beth Phoenix and Jillian Hall sitting at commentary.

Chelsea Green: "How are you two doing over there?"

Chelsea gives them a condescending little wave.

Chelsea Green: "I know losing to me last week must still sting."

Beth rolls her eyes while Jillian shakes her head.

Chelsea Green: "I mean, I get it."

Chelsea Green: "If I got pinned by Chelsea Green, I'd probably never recover either."

Chelsea laughs at her own joke.

Chelsea Green: "The point is simple."

She begins pacing around the ring.

Chelsea Green: "Everywhere I go, I steal the spotlight."

Chelsea Green: "At Grand Slam, I stole the spotlight."

Chelsea Green: "Last week, I stole the spotlight."

Chelsea Green: "Next Week, I am gonna steal the spotlight."

Chelsea Green: "Next Month...."

Suddenl.....

"Let's Light It Up" blasts through the arena and the crowd explodes.

Chelsea's face immediately drops.

AJ Lee walks onto the stage to a thunderous ovation, a confident smile on her face.

Chelsea looks completely stunned.

AJ doesn't say a word at first. She simply looks around the arena, hand behind her back, before locking eyes with Chelsea and pulling out a microphone.

AJ Lee: "You want to know the difference between us Chelsea?"

Chelsea Green: "Oh boy, here we go....."

AJ Lee: "When Chelsea Green walks into an arena, she wants everyone to look at her."

AJ enters the ring.

AJ Lee: "When AJ Lee walks into an arena..."

AJ steps face-to-face with Chelsea.

AJ Lee: "Everybody already is."

Massive reaction.

Chelsea forces a laugh, but she's visibly rattled.

Chelsea Green: "You think you're still the center of attention?"

AJ Lee: "No."

AJ smiles.

AJ Lee: "I know I am."

The crowd erupts again.

Chelsea looks around at the audience chanting AJ's name.

AJ Lee! AJ Lee! AJ Lee!

AJ never breaks eye contact.

AJ Lee: "So if you're looking for the spotlight, Chelsea..."

AJ points between them.

AJ Lee: "You're standing in it."

Chelsea's jaw tightens as AJ's music hits once again... Scene then cut's and we get a promotional hype video, letting the fans get to know their new EAM Primetime Bitch Champion; Lash Legend a little better....

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Deonna and Tessa is already in the ring as we get back from commercials. They cut a promo on how sick they are of Shotzi and Kiera, and how sick they are of facing them. So this will be the last time. It's time to make a statement and settle the score, and moving on....

Tag Team Matchup
Deonna Purrazzo & Tessa Blanchard Vs Shotzi Blackhart & Kiera Hogan

The technical precision of Deonna Purrazzo and the raw powerhouse athleticism of Tessa Blanchard make them a terrifying duo on paper. Early in the matchup, they dictate the pace. Deonna systematically targets Kiera Hogan’s arm, setting her up for the Fujiwara Armbar, while Tessa uses her intense, hard-hitting style to keep Shotzi Blackhart neutralised on the outside.

However, the dominant facade cracks halfway through. Deonna locks Kiera in a submission, but Tessa blind-tags herself in, eager to steal the spotlight and secure the pinfall herself. Purrazzo is furious, stepping up to Blanchard and getting dead in her face. The two partners exchange heated words, shoving each other in the middle of the ring.

Seeing the opening, Kiera Hogan frantically crawls to her corner and tags in a fired-up Shotzi. Blackhart enters like a ball of chaotic energy, leveling both Deonna and Tessa with a flurry of dynamic clotheslines and a brutal spinning forearm. Shotzi hits a diving splash off the top rope onto Tessa, nearly securing a shocking three-count, but Deonna breaks it up at the very last millisecond.

Despite their glaring animosity, their elite survival instincts kick in. Tessa avoids a second charging attack from Shotzi, lifting her up for a devastating spinebuster. Sensing the end, Tessa looks for the Buzzsaw DDT, but Deonna intentionally tags herself back in. Before Tessa can protest, Deonna quickly bypasses her, locking a dazed Shotzi into the Venus de Milo. With Hogan still incapacitated on the outside, Shotzi has no choice but to tap out, handing the dysfunctional duo a tense victory.

Winners: Deonna Purrazzo & Tessa Blanchard

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As we get back for our second match of the evening, Beth and Jillian talks about how this next match has been a rivalry for a long time, and it's not the first time they face off to say it like that. But it seems like their paths always cross doesn't it? Last time, only a couple of weeks ago at Grandslam. They also mention the fact that their husbands does not really see eye to eye either, and that all four of them have faced off at a point.

Singles Matchup
Taya Valkyrie Vs Candice LeRae

"La Wera Loca" Taya Valkyrie brings royalty and sheer physical dominance into the ring, but Candice LeRae counters immediately with her signature resilience and lightning-fast agility.

Taya uses her size advantage early, tossing Candice across the ring with a brutal release German suplex, followed by a running double knee smash in the corner. Candice gasps for air but refuses to stay down. As Taya goes for a spear, Candice cleverly sidesteps, sending Valkyrie crashing shoulder-first into the steel ring post.

With the powerhouse dazed, Candice mounts a stunning comeback. She unleashes a series of precise dropkicks and a brilliant tornado DDT off the second rope for a razor-close two-count. Candice scales the turnbuckle, looking to finish the match with the Ms. LeRae's Wild Ride.

Taya, showing veteran awareness, recovers just in time to stop Candice on the ropes. Shaking off the shoulder pain, Taya overpowers LeRae, hooking her arms securely. In a breathtaking display of strength, Taya plants Candice firmly into the canvas with the Road to Valhalla. She makes the cover, securing a hard-earned victory over a phenomenal opponent.

Winner: Taya Valkyrie

Tag Team Matchup
Raquel Rodriguez & Stephanie Vaquer Vs Charlotte Flair & Natalya Neidhart

This match pits the legendary veteran experience of "The Queen" Charlotte Flair and Natalya against the sheer brute force of Raquel Rodriguez and the world-class technical athleticism of Stephanie Vaquer.

Natalya and Vaquer start the bout with a brilliant display of mat wrestling. Natalya attempts to establish dominance with her classic submission style, but Vaquer counters effortlessly, using her unique, stiff lucha-infused strikes to back Natalya into the corner. Vaquer tags in Rodriguez, and the tone shifts instantly. Raquel enters with explosive energy, executing a massive fallaway slam on Natalya that shakes the ring.

Charlotte Flair tags in, eager to assert her dominance. The crowd rises as Charlotte and Raquel go toe-to-toe, trading thunderous chops and heavy forearms. Charlotte scores a massive boot to Raquel's face, followed by a natural selection attempt. However, Vaquer intercepts, hitting Charlotte with a springboard dropkick. The match breaks into chaotic four-way brawling. Natalya tries to lock the Sharpshooter on Vaquer, but Raquel uses her incredible power to break it up, lifting Natalya into a crushing Tejana Bomb.

Charlotte rushes to save her partner, but Vaquer blindsides her with a high-angle suplex. With Charlotte taken out of the equation on the arena floor, Raquel covers Natalya, securing a massive, statement-making victory for her team.

Winners: Raquel Rodriguez & Stephanie Vaquer


As the winners celebrate up the ramp, the cameras cut back to the ring. Charlotte Flair is slowly pushing herself up onto her knees, looking visibly devastated and frustrated by the tough loss. Natalya is still recovering on the mat beside her.

Suddenly, a familiar theme music hits the speakers. Alexa Bliss emerges from the back. She doesn't have her usual competitive scowl; instead, her expression is soft and concerned. Alexa walks purposefully down the ramp and steps into the ring. She approaches Charlotte, kneeling down beside her and offering comforting words, gently helping "The Queen" back to her feet as the crowd watches the emotional moment unfold.

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As the show is about to end the camera cut's to a dimly lit room, with a single wooden rocking chair in it...
Nobody can be seen and it's dead silent.....only broken by the sound of a moth crashing against the lightbulb...the small body casting big flickering shadows on the surrounding walls....

But then....another sound....A very faint tapping sound of some kind....

Tap...Tap...Tap...

Then, a crutch slowly enters the frame and the camera pans upward.
Mickie James sits in the chair, half-hidden by shadows.
Her eyes remain fixed on the floor and for several moments, she says nothing.....

It's almost as time stands still, but then....

Mickie James: "You know.....It's kinda funny..."

A long pause again...

Mickie James: "People think pain is loud."

Tap.

Mickie James: "A scream."

Tap.

Mickie James: "A broken bone."

Tap.

Mickie James: "A career ending."

She slowly lifts her head.

Mickie James: "But real pain?"

A faint smile crosses her face.

Mickie James: "Real pain is quiet."

The moth that was flapping it's wings and crashing against the lightbulb just moments ago falls dead on the floor...

Mickie James: "It waits."

The room suddenly seems darker somehow.

Mickie James: "It sits in the corner."

Mickie James: "It watches."

Mickie James: "It remembers."

Her fingers tighten around the crutch.

Mickie James: "I remember everything."

The camera slowly zooms closer.

Mickie James: "I remember promises."

Mickie James: "I remember loyalty."

Mickie James: "I remember people smiling to my face while calculating behind my back."

A slight chuckle.

Mickie James: "Funny thing about masks."

Mickie James: "The longer you wear one..."

She looks directly into the camera, and now you can see her face is covered with paint. Black lines running from her eyes, like tears, and her skin looks paler, almost white.....

Mickie James: "The more comfortable it becomes."

Silence.....

Mickie James: "One wears a crown."

Mickie James: "The other whispers into her ear."

a short Pause....

Mickie James: "One believes she's chosen."

Mickie James: "The other believes she's in control."

Mickie slowly shakes her head, but with a weird grin on her face....

Mickie James: "But darkness has a habit of lying to people."

The tapping begins again....

Tap...Tap...Tap...

Mickie James: "The crutch shot was a reminder...."

Tap...Tap...Tap... (It almost sound like a heart beating at this point)

Mickie James: "That every kingdom is built on unstable ground."

Mickie James: "That every partnership eventually cracks."

Mickie James: "That every champion eventually turns around..."

Mickie's expression becomes cold.

Mickie James: "...and discovers someone standing behind them."

The lights flicker.... and for a split second, the room goes completely black....

When the image returns, Mickie is standing, holding no crutches....

Mickie James: "Enjoy the gold."

Mickie James: "Enjoy each other."

Mickie James: "Enjoy the illusion....."

The lights flicker again and the whole picture suddenly goes static before it all goes pitch black....

[Smartmark]

Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

Episode #532


The camera cuts backstage to the office of EAM General Manager Randy Orton. Seated behind his desk, Orton looks over a folder before motioning for the two men standing opposite him to step forward. Will Ospreay and Prince Devitt exchange curious glances.

Randy Orton: Gentlemen... thanks for coming.

First off, I wanted to say I've been impressed. Really impressed.

Will... you've been putting on clinics every time you step through those ropes.

Devitt... you've reminded everyone exactly why you're one of the most dangerous men on this roster.

You've both earned opportunities.

Ospreay nods respectfully while Devitt remains stoic, arms folded.

Randy Orton: So I started thinking about how to reward the two of you. Then I stumbled across something that honestly surprised me.

Orton leans back in his chair with a slight grin.

Randy Orton: Somehow... in all the places you've wrestled... all the years you've been doing this...

You two have never wrestled each other. Not once.

Both men glance toward each other, neither denying it.

Randy Orton: Well... we're fixing that.

At Fight For Glory 18, Night One... the opening match...

Will Ospreay.

Prince Devitt.

One-on-one.

The announcement hangs in the air for a moment.

Randy Orton: And because opportunities should mean something around here...

The winner goes on to Night Two... where they'll challenge Joe Hendry for the EAM World Heavyweight Championship in the main event.

Ospreay's eyes widen slightly before a confident smile crosses his face.

Will Ospreay: That's all I needed to hear.

He turns toward Devitt.

Will Ospreay: See you at Fight For Glory.

Devitt gives only the faintest smirk.

Prince Devitt: Bring your best.

Without another word, the two competitors leave the office, passing through the doorway shoulder-to-shoulder without breaking eye contact.

As they disappear down the hallway, the EAM Intercontinental Champion Colt Cabana hurriedly approaches. He nearly walks straight into them before slipping into Orton's office.

Colt Cabana: Randy! Randy, we gotta do something here.

Orton pinches the bridge of his nose.

Randy Orton: What now?

Colt Cabana: This... this bozo clown! Dan Hausen... Danhausen... whatever his name is!

Do you know this guy goes around cursing people?

Orton stares blankly at Cabana for a long moment.

Colt Cabana: I'm serious! People say weird things happen after he points at them! It's unsettling!

Randy Orton: Colt...

Right now I'm trying to run an entire company. I've got Fight For Glory around the corner, world title decisions to make, and a locker room to manage.

He leans forward.

Randy Orton: If you can't handle Donovan... Well, I don't know what to tell you Colt....

Cabana throws his hands up in frustration.

Randy Orton: You are a grown man Colt. You are The EAM Intercontinental Champion. You are a EAM Hall Of Famer. Handle it yourself, ok?

Colt Cabana: Wait... that's your solution? Just... "deal with the curse?"

Randy Orton: Exactly..... As I said, you are a champion. and a EAM Hall of Famer.... Act like it!

Cabana shakes his head in disbelief before turning to leave.

Colt Cabana: Unbelievable.....

Cabana yanks the office door open and storms out—only to immediately trip over his own feet. He stumbles forward and crashes face-first onto the hallway floor with a loud thud.

Colt Cabana: Did anone see that? Don't you believe me?!

MJF then rushes past him, not even noticing him. Obviously furious and in his own bubble at the moment. He rushes trough the door of Orton's office without even knocking.

MJF: This is absolute garbage! I get screwed out of the EAM World Heavyweight Championship by Joe Hendry, and now everywhere I turn I have to listen to CM Punk running his mouth!

"Oh, look everybody! CM Punk got under MJF's skin!"

"Maybe he's the first guy to ever do it!"

He throws his hands in the air.

MJF: You know what? No! That's not what happened! I'm angry because I was robbed! I should still be World Champion! Instead I've got that Scottish karaoke machine walking around with my championship while Punk acts like he's suddenly some kind of psychological mastermind!

MJF paces back and forth in front of Orton's desk....

MJF: I want Hendry! I want Punk! And I don't care which one comes first! Somebody owes me! I carried this company on my shoulders for two freaking years for fuck's sake!

Orton remains seated, calm as ever...

Randy Orton: You done?

MJF glares but says nothing.

Randy Orton: Good...

Because here's what I see.

I see a man who lost the World Championship.

I see a man who's spending more time talking about CM Punk than getting that championship back.

And judging by how worked up you are...

Orton lets the pause linger.

Randy Orton: ...I'd say Punk might've been right.

MJF's face tightens with rage.

MJF: Don't you start!

Before Orton can respond there is a low chuckle from the corner of the room. MJF slowly turns around, only now realizing he isn't alone in here.

Cm Punk: He's got a point you know...

The room suddenly becomes very tense as MJF and Cm Punk lock eyes, neither man willing to back down... The camera lingers on the confrontation as we cut to the Jamboree vignette....


Singles Matchup (read below first)
Johnny Gargano Vs Jay White

- John Morrison interrupts the match, trying to make Gargano lose it, but then Adam Cole and Marty Scurll enters the scene to interfere. The complete chaos enfolds as Jeff and Matt Hardy enters the fray, giving the referee much to keeo control of. Jay White takes advantage of this. As security enters the scene and we are about to cut to commercials, the EAM Tag Team Champions; Hafhtor and Hall walks out on the stage, standing there and supervising the chaos, laughing with the EAM Tag Team straps over their shoulders....

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Tag Team Matchup
Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli & Chad Gable Vs reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish)

- After the match, Triple C and Chad are confronted backstage by " The Algorithm "

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Before our main event, we get a very special promotional video;

The camera flickers to life.

Grainy. Distorted. Like someone found an old tape buried in the back of an abandoned warehouse.

Concrete walls. Exposed pipes. Water drips into a puddle somewhere off-camera.

Two hooded figures stand in the shadows. Their faces never appear. One slowly wraps tape around his fists. The other adjusts an ancient-looking mask before pulling the hood back over it.

Silence.

Then...

"Kings..."

A low laugh escapes from the darkness.

"Everyone wants to be kings."

A pause.

"Kings fall."

The first figure steps forward just enough for the light to catch the outline of his mask.

"You've collected championships."

"You've collected praise."

"You've collected believers."

He slowly shakes his head.

"But every empire reaches the day someone comes to collect... them."

The second figure finally speaks.

His voice is calm. Controlled.

"We've watched."

"We've waited."

"Now..."

A fist clenches.

"...we hunt."

The first figure looks directly into the camera.

"You call yourselves brothers."

"Soon..."

"...you'll remember what warriors look like."

Both figures begin walking into the darkness.

The cameraman lowers the lens for a moment before one of the figures stops.

Without turning around, he speaks one final time.

"They call it..."

Another pause.

"...Fight For Glory."

A slight nod.

"Good."

"Because glory has always belonged to the victorious..."

The second figure finishes the thought.

"...and at Fight For Glory..."

A long silence.

"...someone's legend ends."

The screen cuts to black....




Champion Vs Champion (Non-Title) (read below first)
Joe Hendry Vs WALTER

- MJF, CM Punk, Hook and Rex Steiner all interfere during the match, ending the episode in utter chaos, and what should have been a big show-off between two champions of the company ends in a un-satisfactory no-contest....