EAM Promotions - Season 18

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A Tribute To Andrew " The Butcher " Williams
Live from Keybank Center, Buffalo, New York


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Singles Matchup
Josh Barnett Vs Eddie Kington

No DQ Matchup
Jesse " The Blade " Guilmette Vs Darby Allinn

Singles Matchup
Kip Sabian Vs MJF

Tables Matchup
Tarik Vs Jimmy Havoc

Singles Matchup
Laura Dennis Aka Allie Vs Penelope Ford

3-On-3 Tag Team Matchup
Best Friends (Chuck Taylor & Trent Baretta) & Orange Cassidy Vs Lucha Bros (Rey Fenix & Pentagon Jr.) & PAC

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A Tribute To Andrew " The Butcher " Williams
Live from Keybank Center, Buffalo, New York


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Singles Matchup
Josh Barnett Vs Eddie Kington

The bell rings, and the atmosphere inside the arena instantly heavy with emotion. Two of the grittiest, most authentic fighters in wrestling square off in honor of their shared friend, Andy "The Butcher" Williams. Barnett doesn't waste a second, shooting in for a double-leg takedown and trying to lock Kingston into a heel hook. Kingston grimaces through the pain, kicking frantically with his free boot until he reaches the bottom rope.

Standing back up, the technical grappling turns into a raw, open-handed chopping war. Kingston and Barnett stand toe-to-toe in the center of the ring, trading thunderous, chest-caving strikes that echo to the rafters. Barnett rocks Kingston with a stiff knee to the midsection and looks to execute a belly-to-belly suplex, but Kingston fights out with short elbows.

Driven by sheer force of will, Kingston backs Barnett into the ropes and lands a rapid sequence of machine-gun chops. Barnett staggers forward, right into Kingston spinning back fist—the Backfist to the Future! Kingston hooks the leg and holds on tightly as the referee counts three. Eddie stays on his knees after the bell, pounding the mat with a tear in his eye.

Winner: Eddie Kingston

No DQ Matchup
Jesse " The Blade " Guilmette Vs Darby Allinn

The atmosphere inside the arena is heavy, weighted by the memory of Andy "The Butcher" Williams. As the bell rings, Jesse "The Blade" Guilmette stands in his corner, his jaw clenched, staring down at his boots as tears pool in his eyes. Across the ring, Darby Allin shows no hesitation—he charges like a missile, diving straight through the ropes before Jesse can even set his posture, taking both men crashing into the steel barricade outside.

The No Disqualification rule turns the arena into an arena of raw, unchecked emotion. Darby hurls a steel chair directly into Jesse’s face, the crack echoing through the arena. But Jesse barely flinches. Driven by a visceral, heartbreaking adrenaline, he absorbs the impact, grabs Darby by the throat, and drives him spine-first into the ring apron. Jesse slides into the ring and unfolds a heavy wooden table, setting it up in the center. Every movement carries the weight of a man missing his brother.

Darby scrambles back inside, scaling the top turnbuckle with terrifying speed. He leaps backward for a Coffin Drop, but Jesse catches him mid-air, absorbing the force and wrestling Darby up onto his shoulders. With a guttural roar that shakes the front row, Jesse slams Darby through the center of the wooden table with a devastating powerbomb. Wood splinters everywhere, but Darby somehow kicks out at two, his body broken but his spirit untamed.

Refusing to let the tribute slip away, Jesse brings a steel ladder into the fray, leaning it against the corner turnbuckle. The fight turns into a desperate brawl. Darby locks in a sleeper hold, trying to choke the life out of Guilmette. Jesse staggers backward, throwing his full body weight against the ladder to crush Darby behind him. With Darby dazed, Jesse grabs him by the waistband, hoisting him high above his head. Staring up into the arena lights, Jesse whispers his partner's name before planting Darby skull-first onto a steel chair with a brutal Doctor Bomb.

The referee counts: ONE... TWO... THREE!

The crowd rises to their feet in a deafening ovation. Jesse sits on the mat for a long moment, burying his face in his tape-wrapped hands as tears flow freely. Slowly getting to his feet, he raises his arm straight up into the arena sky, pointing toward the heavens.

A referee hands Jesse a microphone. The arena grows dead silent as Jesse wipes away his tears, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

Winner: Jesse "The Blade" Guilmette

"Andy wasn't just my tag team partner. He was my brother, my sounding board, and the biggest beating heart in every locker room he ever stepped into. When we created The Butcher and The Blade, it wasn't a gimmick—it was two men who loved this business with every fiber of their being, riding side-by-side down every highway. He was as gentle off the canvas as he was destructive on it. Every chop I landed tonight, every breath I drew in this ring, was for him. Andy, I know you're looking down on us right now, probably telling me to wrap it up and get a drink. I love you, brother. This promotion, this ring, and my heart will never be the same without you. Rest easy, Butcher."

Singles Matchup
Kip Sabian Vs MJF

MJF enters the ring to deafening heat, smirking arrogance on full display despite the solemn occasion. He immediately tries to stall, stepping between the ropes to berate the fans. Kip Sabian doesn't let him breathe, catching MJF from behind with a springboard dropkick that sends him spilling outside.

The match moves at a blistering pace. MJF gains control by poking Sabian in the eye and executing a slick arm-drag into a wrist lock, taunting the crowd as he puts pressure on Sabian's shoulder. MJF goes for the Heat Seeker, but Sabian counters, vaulting over the top rope and landing a precise springboard tornado DDT.

With the crowd rallying behind him, Sabian keeps the pressure high. MJF tries to pull his signature Dynamite Diamond Ring from his trunks, but the referee catches him and snatches it away. Distracted by his own thwarted cheating, MJF turns right into a superkick from Sabian, followed immediately by the Death Grip. Sabian drives MJF headfirst into the mat with a devastating Deathtrap driver to score the dramatic, unexpected pinfall victory over MJF.

Winner: Kip Sabin

Tables Matchup
Tarik Vs Jimmy Havoc

The rule is simple: the only way to win is to put your opponent through a wooden table. Tarik immediately takes the fight to Jimmy Havoc, using his physical strength to corner Havoc with heavy corner clotheslines. Tarik sets up a table on the floor outside, attempting to suplex Havoc off the apron into the wood below.

Havoc fights out with sharp eye gouges and a biting attack to Tarik's forehead. The hardcore veteran slides into the ring and sets up a table in the center, positioning a second table stacked directly over it. Tarik springs back into action, hitting Havoc with a high knee and lifting him up for a brainbuster onto the setup, but Havoc wriggles free.

Havoc lands a low blow behind the referee's back, stunning Tarik. Gathering his momentum, Havoc hooks Tarik's arms from behind and executes an explosive Acid Rainmaker, sending Tarik crashing backward right through the center of the wooden table. The wood splinters in half, and the referee calls for the bell, declaring Jimmy Havoc the victor.

Winner: Jimmy Havoc

Singles Matchup
Laura Dennis Aka Allie Vs Penelope Ford

A fast-paced, high-impact contest begins with both women honoring the night with intense, respectful competition. Allie takes early control with a series of quick arm drags and a running neckbreaker, showing off her veteran instincts. She pins Ford for a quick two-count before locking in a chinlock to grind down her opponent.

Penelope Ford fights out with elbow strikes, using her agility to springboard off the second rope into a high-angle crossbody. The action goes back and forth as Allie delivers a German suplex into the turnbuckle, followed by a sliding dropkick. Allie goes for her finisher, the Superkick, but Ford ducks beneath the strike.

Ford executes a sweeping leg kick, instantly bridging into a handspring back elbow in the corner. Allie staggers out into the ring, where Ford catches her in mid-stride, dropping her with a brilliant, lightning-fast M23 stunner. Ford bridges immediately into a cover, hooking both legs to secure the pinfall victory.

Winner: Penelope Ford

3-On-3 Tag Team Matchup
Best Friends (Chuck Taylor & Trent Baretta) & Orange Cassidy Vs Lucha Bros (Rey Fenix & Pentagon Jr.) & PAC

The main event erupts into complete, high-flying chaos from the opening bell. Best Friends and Orange Cassidy kick off the action with their signature style—Orange slowly puts his hands in his pockets to hit a series of lazy, devastatingly light kicks on PAC. PAC responds with absolute fury, charging Cassidy and getting caught with a sudden, crisp dropkick that sends the Death Triangle captain outside.

The match breaks down into a breathtaking spectacle of tag team maneuvers. Rey Fenix vaults off his brother Penta’s shoulders, landing an incredible springboard moonsault onto Chuck Taylor and Trent on the floor. In the ring, Penta exchanges heavy chops with Trent, the sound ringing throughout the building in honor of Andy’s brutal style. Trent hits a half-and-half suplex, but Fenix rushes back in to break the pin with a double foot stomp from the top rope.

Orange Cassidy tags in and attempts a Beach Break on PAC, but PAC counters mid-air into a German suplex. The action reaches a frantic peak as all six men enter the ring, trading signature moves in rapid succession until only Death Triangle remains standing.

Fenix executes a dive taking out Chuck and Trent at ringside. Inside the ring, Penta catches Orange Cassidy with a Fear Factor package driver. Before Cassidy can even hit the canvas, PAC scales the top turnbuckle and executes a majestic, flawless Black Arrow. PAC covers Cassidy while Penta and Fenix hold back Best Friends on the outside.

1... 2... 3!

Death Triangle secures the victory. All six competitors stand tall afterward, raising their hands in unison to end an unforgettable night celebrating the life and memory of Andrew "The Butcher" Williams.

Winners: Rey Fenix, Pentagon Jr & PAC

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A Tribute To Benjamin Willard " PAC " Satterley
Live From St. James' Park, Newcastle/England


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Triple Threat Matchup
Orange Cassidy Vs Rich Swann Vs Dragon Kid

Singles Matchup
Kenny Omega Vs Ricochet

Tag Team Matchup
Kevin Steen & El Generico Vs Shingo Takagi & Kenta Kobayashi

Singles Matchup
Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli Vs Andrade El Ídolo

Singles Matchup
Zack Sabre Jr. Vs Roderick Strong

Tag Team Matchup
The Lucha Bros (Rey Fenix & Pentagon Jr.) Vs The Lucha Dragons (Samurai Del Sol & Mistico)

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A Tribute To Benjamin Willard " PAC " Satterley
Live From St. James' Park, Newcastle/England

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Triple Threat Matchup
Orange Cassidy Vs Rich Swann Vs Dragon Kid

The bell rings, and Orange Cassidy casually saunters into the corner, placing his hands in his pockets while Rich Swann and Dragon Kid circle each other. Swann steps up with a quick arm drag, but Dragon Kid instantly flips back to his feet and responds with a rapid-fire hurricanrana. Cassidy remains completely unfazed, strolling right into the middle of the dynamic exchanges.

Kid attempts to dropkick Cassidy, but Orange simply casually ducks, barely swaying out of harm's way. Swann capitalizes with a lightning-fast roundhouse kick aimed at Dragon Kid, forcing Kid to duck and spring off the ropes for a Dragon Rana attempt. Swann detects the aerial tilt, catching Kid mid-air with an athletic pop-up powerbomb attempt! Kid counters mid-rotation, driving Swann into the canvas with an impromptu code red.

Seeing an opening, Orange steps forward and delivers his notoriously light, nonchalant kicks to Dragon Kid's shins. Kid looks baffled, but Swann recovers quickly, taking advantage of Cassidy’s distraction to wipe out Orange with a sudden Lethal Injection-style handspring cutter! Cassidy rolls out to the floor, clutching his neck.

Dragon Kid springs back onto the top turnbuckle, diving off with his signature Dragon Rana, but Swann catches him in mid-flight with a mid-air spinning wheel kick! The crowd bursts into applause at the timing. Sensing the end, Swann quickly climbs the top turnbuckle, scales the height, and executes a flawless 450 Splash straight onto Dragon Kid. Swann hooks the leg as Orange desperately scrambles back into the ring, but he’s a second too late.

Winner: Rich Swann

Singles Matchup
Kenny Omega Vs Ricochet

The match opens at a blistering tempo with Ricochet utilizing his superior agility to slip behind Omega, hitting a rapid series of standing moonsaults and springboard handsprings. Kenny Omega absorbs the early aerial assault, biding his time until Ricochet attempts a high-risk springboard crossbody. Omega catches him out of mid-air, slamming him with a thunderous You Cannot Escape rolling senton followed immediately by a springboard moonsault.

Ricochet fights back with a flurry of strikes, hitting a standing Recoil knees-to-face combo that leaves Omega staggered against the ropes. Ricochet quickly ascends the turnbuckle for the 630 Senton, but Omega springs up and chops Ricochet’s legs out from under him.

Omega climbs to the top turnbuckle, hooking Ricochet’s arms for a superplex, but Ricochet fights off the attempt and lands on his feet. As Ricochet rushes in, Omega cuts him off mid-stride with a brutal, knee-shattering V-Trigger!

With Ricochet dazed and motionless, Omega swiftly lifts him onto his shoulders, locking in the wrist control. Omega snaps down hard with a devastating One-Winged Angel, planting Ricochet flat on his back. Omega hooks the leg tight for the three-count.

Winner: Kenny Omega

Tag Team Matchup
Kevin Steen & El Generico Vs Shingo Takagi & Kenta Kobayashi

A hard-hitting, physical showdown begins as Shingo Takagi and Kevin Steen lock up in the center, trading violent shoulder blocks that rock the canvas. Steen gains the upper hand with a sudden pop-up powerbomb attempt, but Shingo breaks free and answers with a stiff Pumping Bomber lariat that sends both heavyweights tumbling through the ropes to the floor.

In the ring, El Generico tags in against Kenta Kobayashi. Kenta immediately takes control with a brutal barrage of chest kicks, backing Generico into the corner. Generico fights back with sheer heart, countering a running knee with a sudden tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Generico climbs to the top turnbuckle for a crossbody, but Kenta catches him mid-air with a vicious strike to the chest, preparing for a Go 2 Sleep.

Steen rushes into the ring to break up the sequence, pulling Generico down and spiking Kenta with a sudden, devastating Package Piledriver!

Shingo re-enters like a battering ram, laying out Steen with a massive Last of the Dragon, but Generico catches Shingo off-guard with a lightning-quick Brainbustaaaaahhhhh!!!!! onto the turnbuckle pad. The crowd explodes as Shingo rolls out, completely dazed.

Generico turns his attention back to the disoriented Kenta. Dragging him into the corner, Generico hits his signature running Ole Kick right to the jaw. Steen tags back in, pairing up with Generico to hoist Kenta up for an assisted combination brainbuster onto the mat. Steen hooks the leg while Generico guards the perimeter against Shingo.

Winners: Kevin Steen & El Generico

Singles Matchup
Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli Vs Andrade El Ídolo

Claudio relies on his raw, superhuman strength early, powering out of Andrade's wristlocks and throwing him across the ring with a massive tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Andrade quickly recalibrates, using his classic luchador evasiveness to snap off a hurricanrana, sweeping Claudio's legs out and trapping him in the ropes for his signature feint-tranquilo pose.

Andrade looks to capitalize with a double-knee strike into the corner, but Claudio explodes out of the corner, catching Andrade mid-run and instantly setting him up for the Giant Swing. Claudio spins Andrade around for ten full rotations, leaving Andrade visibly dizzy and disoriented on the canvas.

Andrade desperately counters a Neutralizer attempt into a hammerlock DDT setup, but Claudio resists with pure brute force, backflipping Andrade over his head. Claudio immediately charges across the ring, hitting a brutal running European Uppercut that turns Andrade inside out.

Claudio scoops up a dazed Andrade, hooking his arms firmly, and plants him with a devastating Neutralizer. Claudio secures the dominant pinfall.

Winner: Claudio Castagnoli

Singles Matchup
Zack Sabre Jr. Vs Roderick Strong

A masterclass in technical submission wrestling and hard chops begins immediately as Roderick Strong presses ZSJ against the ropes, laying into his chest with stiff, echoing knife-edge chops. Sabre, unfazed, expertly catches Strong’s wrist on the third attempt, instantly twisting the arm into a complex wristlock and pulling Strong down into a armbar transition.

Strong uses his explosive power to break free, hoisting Sabre up and dropping him back-first across his knees with a brutal backbreaker combination. Sabre writhes on the canvas, clutching his lower back as Strong stays relentless, stomping away at Sabre’s ribs.

Strong sets up for the End of Heartache, but Sabre contorts his body in mid-air, hooking Strong's shoulder into a triangle choke attempt. Strong lifts Sabre off his feet to powerbomb his way out, but Sabre uses the momentum to shift into a deep European clutch pinning combination! Strong kicks out at two, but Sabre instantly transitions into a double-wristlock hold, twisting Strong’s limbs into unnatural angles.

Strong fights through the excruciating pain, relying on his stamina to break Sabre's grip. Pushing Sabre off the ropes, Strong hits a lightning-fast, bone-crunching Sick Kick straight to Sabre's jaw, knocking him out cold. Strong hooks both legs for the three-count.

Winner: Roderick Strong

Tag Team Matchup
The Lucha Bros (Rey Fenix & Pentagon Jr.) Vs The Lucha Dragons (Samurai Del Sol & Mistico)

High-octane lucha libre action explodes instantly as all four masked superstars enter the ring at once. Pentagon Jr. and Mistico trade heavy chop exchanges in the center while Rey Fenix and Samuray Del Sol exchange rapid-fire springboard arm-drags and corkscrew flips that leave the crowd breathless.

Mistico grabs Pentagon and drives him out to the arena floor with a hurricanrana off the apron, while Samuray scales the ropes, hitting a springboard Asai Moonsault onto Pentagon on the outside! Fenix sees the opening, sprinting across the ring, stepping onto the top turnbuckle, and launching himself with a breathtaking step-up somersault dive that wipes out both Lucha Dragons on the floor.

Back in the ring, Samuray Del Sol isolates Fenix, hitting a quick Salida del Sol attempt, but Fenix counters mid-air into an intricate cutter! Mistico rushes in to save his partner, but Pentagon cuts him off with his signature package driver setup, snapping Mistico’s arm back with his infamous Cero Miedo arm-breaker stomp. Mistico rolls outside in agony.

With Samuray left isolated against both Lucha Bros, Pentagon catches him on his shoulders while Fenix scales the top turnbuckle. The duo seamlessly executes their devastating package piledriver and double-stomp combination, planting Samuray flat into the center of the ring. Pentagon holds down the cover while Fenix keeps watch over the floor.

Winners: The Lucha Bros

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OOC: Because of the unfortunate deaths of Andrew " The Blade " Willams and Benjamin Willard " PAC " Satterley, this weeks episode of Jamboree will be somewhat scrambled. We ask for the fans understanding, and promise it will all make sense down the line. EAM Promotions also want to send their condolances to the families of Blade and PAC. They will be missed. Never forgotten...

Live From Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

Episode #537


Show starts with a recap of the highlights from the " A Cut Above " PPV, where we see all the madness that went down. Tonights comes the aftermath, and we cut from the recap video to GM Randy Orton's office, who has more than enough to handle right now. The telephone is buzzing constantly, his office is filled to the brim with EAM Promotions' shareholders and board (with the exeption of Emil A. and Mickie that is. Who is a big part of the conversation right now)

The ruckus is the office is at a record high when Orton stands up behind his desk and tell everyone to shut the fuck up and listen to him.

Orton tells everyone how things will be going down, explaining that some of the problems has to be solved on the whim. That's why he has decided that there will be a gauntlet matchup for The EAM Tag Team Championships tonight. That way we can give the tag teams who is nagging about a shot for the titles, and if we are lucky, allthough its a small chance, maybe we can get rid of the problem that is Hafthor and Hall as well. He then turn his attention to Hook, who is one of the people in his office complaining, and he complains about the lack of competition, and that he wants to defend his title against someone who it truly means something to beat. Orton then fixes this problem, and Moxley who nags at him, telling Hook that he has just the right opponent for him, a OG of the company in fact. And the match is up next. As Hook leaves, he set his focus on Moxley, telling him that he's got a match up next. When Orton looks up from his desk, thinking there is nobody left, none other than " Santino Marella " introduces himself, dressed up in typical detective clothes, saying he is here to investigate a missing person. Someone named Jon Hendry. (He says his name a bit wrong, so it does not summon Joe)

Orton rubs his forehead and sighs..... (It's just one of those days)

We cut to the Jamboree vignette....


We cut to the arena where Hook is already in the ring, cutting a small promo about the situation and explaining to everyone present that he went to the GM's office, complaining about the lack of competition around here, after all, a champion needs contenders to defend his title right? So, he really hope that Orton has pulled something, or rather someone special out of the hat, because the lack of good competition is degrading the EAM Television strap, making it less prestigious, and Hook wont stand for that. He throws away the microphone, gesturing for whoever is backstage to come out and show him what he's got. As music cranks the arena speakers, and the audience explodes, Hook suddenly doesn't seem so confident that he did a minute ago...

EAM Television Championship Matchup
Hook (c) Vs Jon Moxley

We get a promotional video next (who explains to the fans what should have been going down storywise, but because of the unfortunate happenings could not) We get a promo from EAM World Heavyweight Champion Cm Punk, who adresses his next opponent, none other than " The Heartbreak Kid " Shawn Michaels. Punk talks about legacies never to be outdone, and the fact that HBK still hangs on, actually impresses Punk. But make no mistake about it, Punk is not going to hold anything back, so let's give the fans a match they'll never forget! We also get a WALTER promo, showing highlights of his career in EAM (so far) we also get outtakes from a unique interview that Ken Anderson did with WALTER a couple of weeks ago (The whole interview can be watched on the official EAM website) WALTER talks about his love for the sport, and how every week gives him new opportunities to prove why he belongs on the top. Anderson then asks WALTER if there is some " dream " opponents that WALTER would like to face that he hasn't wrestled yet, and WALTER mysteriously replies that there is a couple. Even a couple that is active on the EAM roster right now.... At last we get a promo from the guys in The Algorithm, with Logan Paul taking the lead, bragging offcourse after his win against Mr. Beast, and he wants everyone to know it, as he throws dollar bills around, all over his companions. Everyone watches The Logarithm!!!

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


Fatal 4-Way Matchup
John Morrison Vs Johnny Gargano Vs Will Ospreay Vs Prince Devittt

As we get back from commercial break we go backstage where we hook up with Adam Cole and Jay White who confronts Danhausen, accusing him for having something to do with Marty Scurll's disappearence. When Danhausen tries to explain, they attack him and beat him down before leaving for the arena and tonights main event. What they don't see, but which the camera catches is a person, sitting crouched down on top of one of the big chests backstage, looking at Cole and White from above. He does not move until Cole and White is out of sight, but then he jumps down to the floor, checking on Danhausen as we cut to the arena for our main event...

Gauntlet Matchup for The EAM Tag Team Championships
Hafthor & Hall (c) Vs Chad Gable & Triple C Vs ReDragon (Kyle O'Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs Eli Drake & Orange Cassidy Vs Adam Cole & Jay White


As the show is about to end, the camera cut's to GM Randy Orton's office, who's actually empty now, except for Orton himself. He is about to leave when a shadow towers over him and he looks up into the face of chairman Emil A.

Emil: I heard people where talking about me... I hope you where not among them?

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OOC: Because of the unfortunate deaths of Andrew " The Blade " Willams and Benjamin Willard " PAC " Satterley, this weeks episode of Jamboree will be somewhat scrambled. We ask for the fans understanding, and promise it will all make sense down the line. EAM Promotions also want to send their condolances to the families of Blade and PAC. They will be missed. Never forgotten...



Live From Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

Episode #537


Show starts with a recap of the highlights from the " A Cut Above " PPV, where we see all the madness that went down. Tonights comes the aftermath, and we cut from the recap video to GM Randy Orton's office, who has more than enough to handle right now. The telephone is buzzing constantly, his office is filled to the brim with EAM Promotions' shareholders and board (with the exeption of Emil A. and Mickie that is. Who is a big part of the conversation right now)

The ruckus is the office is at a record high when Orton stands up behind his desk and tell everyone to shut the fuck up and listen to him.

Orton tells everyone how things will be going down, explaining that some of the problems has to be solved on the whim. That's why he has decided that there will be a gauntlet matchup for The EAM Tag Team Championships tonight. That way we can give the tag teams who is nagging about a shot for the titles, and if we are lucky, allthough its a small chance, maybe we can get rid of the problem that is Hafthor and Hall as well. He then turn his attention to Hook, who is one of the people in his office complaining, and he complains about the lack of competition, and that he wants to defend his title against someone who it truly means something to beat. Orton then fixes this problem, and Moxley who nags at him, telling Hook that he has just the right opponent for him, a OG of the company in fact. And the match is up next. As Hook leaves, he set his focus on Moxley, telling him that he's got a match up next. When Orton looks up from his desk, thinking there is nobody left, none other than " Santino Marella " introduces himself, dressed up in typical detective clothes, saying he is here to investigate a missing person. Someone named Jon Hendry. (He says his name a bit wrong, so it does not summon Joe)

Orton rubs his forehead and sighs..... (It's just one of those days)

We cut to the Jamboree vignette....


We cut to the arena where Hook is already in the ring, cutting a small promo about the situation and explaining to everyone present that he went to the GM's office, complaining about the lack of competition around here, after all, a champion needs contenders to defend his title right? So, he really hope that Orton has pulled something, or rather someone special out of the hat, because the lack of good competition is degrading the EAM Television strap, making it less prestigious, and Hook wont stand for that. He throws away the microphone, gesturing for whoever is backstage to come out and show him what he's got. As music cranks the arena speakers, and the audience explodes, Hook suddenly doesn't seem so confident that he did a minute ago...

EAM Television Championship Matchup
Hook (c) Vs Jon Moxley

Jon Moxley makes his violent walk down through the crowd, carrying a bruised, metal trashcan in his right hand. Entering the ring, Moxley steps up to the center, points a bruised knuckle directly at the young EAM Television Champion, and lifts the trashcan high above his head in defiance. Hook stands his ground in the opposite corner, unbothered. Dropping into his fighting stance, Hook points straight back at Moxley and yells, "Come at me!"

The bell rings and the match explodes into immediate chaos. Moxley hurls the trashcan directly into Hook’s face, but the champion ducking underneath catches Moxley with a rapid hip toss, sending him crashing onto the canvas. Hook lays in heavy, brutal elbows, backing Moxley against the turnbuckles. Moxley retaliates with raw, unhinged aggression, trapping Hook in a headlock before snapping him down with a stiff release German suplex.

The action spills to the outside, where Moxley drags Hook toward the steel steps, rake-scraping his face along the metal grating. Hook counters a Paradigm Shift attempt on the floor, sweeping Moxley’s legs out and launching him spine-first into the barricade. Crawling back into the ring, both men trade grueling knife-edge chops and forearm strikes in the center of the canvas.

Hook ducks a wild clothesline from Moxley and hooks his arms, looking for the REDRUM. In the ensuing struggle to break free, Hook violently shoves Moxley backward into the corner. Moxley sidesteps at the last millisecond, and Hook’s momentum drives him straight into the referee, knocking the official unconscious onto the canvas!

Seeing the referee down, Moxley immediately rolls out to the apron and snatches the loose metal trashcan lid. Hook turns around just as Moxley steps back into the ring, brandishing the steel. Before Hook can react, Moxley swings the trashcan lid like a broadsword, cracking Hook square across the skull with a sickening metallic CRACK!

Hook collapses instantly to the mat. Moxley discards the dented lid, pulls the groggy referee into position by his collar, and hooks Hook’s leg for the tight pinfall.

Winner and NEW EAM Television Champion: Jon Moxley

We get a promotional video next (who explains to the fans what should have been going down storywise, but because of the unfortunate happenings could not) We get a promo from EAM World Heavyweight Champion Cm Punk, who adresses his next opponent, none other than " The Heartbreak Kid " Shawn Michaels. Punk talks about legacies never to be outdone, and the fact that HBK still hangs on, actually impresses Punk. But make no mistake about it, Punk is not going to hold anything back, so let's give the fans a match they'll never forget! We also get a WALTER promo, showing highlights of his career in EAM (so far) we also get outtakes from a unique interview that Ken Anderson did with WALTER a couple of weeks ago (The whole interview can be watched on the official EAM website) WALTER talks about his love for the sport, and how every week gives him new opportunities to prove why he belongs on the top. Anderson then asks WALTER if there is some " dream " opponents that WALTER would like to face that he hasn't wrestled yet, and WALTER mysteriously replies that there is a couple. Even a couple that is active on the EAM roster right now.... At last we get a promo from the guys in The Algorithm, with Logan Paul taking the lead, bragging offcourse after his win against Mr. Beast, and he wants everyone to know it, as he throws dollar bills around, all over his companions. Everyone watches The Logarithm!!!

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


Fatal 4-Way Matchup
John Morrison Vs Johnny Gargano Vs Will Ospreay Vs Prince Devitt

The bell rings and four of the most dynamic aerial technicians in wrestling history immediately ignite the arena. Prince Devitt quickly drops Johnny Gargano with a lightning-fast dropkick, while Will Ospreay exchanges explosive counter-wrestling with John Morrison. Morrison uses his parkour agility to spring off the ropes, hitting a twisting handspring pele kick on Ospreay, but Devitt immediately cuts Morrison off with a slingblade.

Gargano dives back into the mix, wiping out Devitt with his signature lawn dart into the second turnbuckle! As Gargano turns around, Ospreay flies out of nowhere, nailing him with a handspring enzuigiri that sends Gargano tumbling to the outside floor.

On the outside, Morrison climbs the ring post with astounding speed, launching off with a breathtaking Starship Pain to the arena floor, wiping out both Gargano and Devitt in a massive pile of bodies! The crowd explodes into chants as all three struggle to regain their footing.

Ospreay bounces off the ropes, charging across the ring and soaring over the top rope with a stunning, high-flying Space Flying Tiger Drop, taking out everyone on the floor once again. Ospreay rolls Morrison back into the ring, looking to end it, but Devitt stalks Ospreay from behind, planting him with a devastating Bloody Sunday brainbuster onto the canvas! Devitt immediately scales the turnbuckle for his double-foot Coup de Grâce, but Gargano intercepts him mid-air with a mid-air spear!

Morrison swoops in to capitalize, attempting to roll up Gargano, but Gargano counters into the Garga-No-Escape. Before Morrison can tap out, Ospreay strikes like a cobra, hitting Gargano in the back of the neck with a lethal Hidden Blade!

Morrison staggers to his feet, dazed, but Ospreay spins him around, hooks his neck, and plants him flush with a thunderous Stormbreaker. Devitt tries to dive back into the ring to break the pin, but he’s a second too late as the referee’s hand hits the canvas for three.

Winner: Will Ospreay

As we get back from commercial break we go backstage where we hook up with Adam Cole and Jay White who confronts Danhausen, accusing him for having something to do with Marty Scurll's disappearence. When Danhausen tries to explain, they attack him and beat him down before leaving for the arena and tonights main event. What they don't see, but which the camera catches is a person, sitting crouched down on top of one of the big chests backstage, looking at Cole and White from above. He does not move until Cole and White is out of sight, but then he jumps down to the floor, checking on Danhausen as we cut to the arena for our main event...

Gauntlet Matchup for The EAM Tag Team Championships
Hafthor & Hall (c) Vs Chad Gable & Triple C Vs ReDragon (Kyle O'Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs Eli Drake & Orange Cassidy Vs Adam Cole & Jay White

The heavyweights Hafthor & Hall defend their titles first against Chad Gable & Triple C. Gable and Claudio attempt to use their elite wrestling basework to chop down the giants, but the raw power of the champions proves insurmountable. Hall intercepts a waist-lock attempt from Gable, hoisting him up and driving him down with a spine-shattering double chokeslam alongside Hafthor to pick up a dominant initial pinfall.

ReDragon (Kyle O'Reilly & Bobby Fish) enter next, instantly unleashing a barrage of targeted leg kicks to weaken Hafthor's foundation. Fish locks in a kneebar while O'Reilly sweeps Hall off the apron. However, Hafthor powers through the joint manipulation, lifting O'Reilly straight off the canvas with one arm and tossing him into Fish. A devastating double powerbomb onto Fish seals the elimination, keeping the champions' defense alive.

Next out are Eli Drake & Orange Cassidy of The Algorithm. Hafthor drags Drake into the ring, pummeling him in the corner with heavy right hands. Cassidy Tags in, casually putting his hands in his pockets to duck a swing from Hall. Just as Hall corners Cassidy, Logan Paul and Aaron Stevens sprint down the ramp!

With the referee distracted trying to keep Stevens off the apron, Logan Paul scales the turnbuckle and strikes Hafthor across the head with a brass-knuckled right hand! Hafthor stumbles backward directly into a sudden Gravy Train from Eli Drake. Orange Cassidy swoops in with an extra Orange Punch for insurance, pinning Hafthor as the arena explodes—we have brand-new champions!

Adam Cole & Jay White rush the ring immediately to capitalize on the exhausted new champions. White grounds Drake with rapid forearm strikes while Cole sets up Cassidy for the Panama Sunrise. However, Drake counters mid-air, catching Cole into a spinebuster. Cassidy springs off the ropes, hitting White with a lightning-fast Lazy Cover rollup counter while Drake holds Cole on the outside floor. The referee counts three, securing the ultimate victory for The Algorithm!

Winners and NEW EAM Tag Team Champions: Eli Drake & Orange Cassidy

The Algorithm stands tall in the center of the ring, hoisting the EAM Tag Team Championships high in celebration. A furious Hafthor and Hall scramble back to their feet, eyes locked on Logan Paul, Aaron Stevens, and the new champions. Sensing the impending destruction, Drake, Cassidy, Paul, and Stevens quickly scramble out of the ring and retreat up the ramp, leaving the former champions fuming inside the squared circle.

As the show is about to end, the camera cut's to GM Randy Orton's office, who's actually empty now, except for Orton himself. He is about to leave when a shadow towers over him and he looks up into the face of chairman Emil A.

Emil: I heard people where talking about me... I hope you where not among them?

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Episode #099


Show opens backstage where we hook up with Alexa Bliss and Charlotte Flair in the women's locker room. Alexa aska Charlotte is she wants her to be at ringside for the match tonight, but Charlotte says this is something she needs to do alone, for more than one reason. Alexa says she understands, and that she will be following the match from backstage. As they are about to leave the locker room, they suddenly stops in front of one of the lockers. It's a similar locker to all the other lockers, but there is one big detail that makes it stick out from the others. It has a big purple heart spraypainted on it. Alexa and Charlotte looks at each other, baffled. Both can swear that heart wasn't there a minute ago... We cut to the Spotlight vignette....


Singles Matchup
Charlotte Flair Vs Natalya Neidhart


As we get back from commercial break, Shotzi and Kiera is already in the ring, cutting a promo about how honored they feel to be the first one to beat the newest addition to the EAM womens roster, not to mention to the EAM Women's tag team division. They might have been a force over in that piss-ant company, but this...this is the real deal, and this ring is our stomping grounds!


Tag Team Matchup
Shotzi Blackhart & Kiera Hogan Vs Divine Dominion (Megan Bayne and Lena Kross)


*****

Scene opens somewhere undefined. Mickie is sitting on a swing, rocking back and forth, like a child. She is neatly dressed up in a school uniform. Her hair put up in cute pig-tails.

“You know what Julia? What the Funny thing about pain is? ..... eventually, you stop feeling it.”

She tilts her head, her smile widening just a little.

“You thought you was ending my career. You thought you was burying me. And for a while… I let you believe that.”

“But you see, sweetheart, you made one fatal mistake. You mistook my silence for weakness. My absence for surrender.”

Her eyes narrow....

“I didn't help you because I wanted you to win. I helped you because I wanted you to understand something…”

“No one walks away from this business clean. Not you. Not Skye. Not even me.”

Mickie leans closer to the camera then, her voice dropping to a whisper....

“You wanted my championship Julia..... You wanted my place..... You wanted my life.....”

She pauses, letting the silence linger.

“Well.... you got my title now.....”

“And I have all the time in the world.....”

The screen cuts to black as we hear Mickie laughs..... Then.....singing, as the promo ends....

“Sweet dreams are made of this.....”



EAM Primetime Bitch Championship Matchup (Read below first)
Kamille (c) Vs Lash Legend

- Jade Cargill interferes in the matchup, making her way into the ring after a bump takes the referee out. All three women stand in the middle of the ring, staring each other down before they all go at it. Punches and kicks are traded between them as the audience pumps them up. But as the referee slowly comes to himself, he calls for the bell and rules the match a no-contest. Security storms the ring and manage to seperate the three women as this epiode of Spotlight comes to an end....

[Vikingsfan88]

Episode #099


Show opens backstage where we hook up with Alexa Bliss and Charlotte Flair in the women's locker room. Alexa aska Charlotte is she wants her to be at ringside for the match tonight, but Charlotte says this is something she needs to do alone, for more than one reason. Alexa says she understands, and that she will be following the match from backstage. As they are about to leave the locker room, they suddenly stops in front of one of the lockers. It's a similar locker to all the other lockers, but there is one big detail that makes it stick out from the others. It has a big purple heart spraypainted on it. Alexa and Charlotte looks at each other, baffled. Both can swear that heart wasn't there a minute ago... We cut to the Spotlight vignette....


Singles Matchup
Charlotte Flair Vs Natalya Neidhart


The bell rings and two wrestling royalty veterans lock up in the center of the EAM ring. Natalya immediately looks to ground the "Queen," utilizing her technical prowess to ground Flair with a crisp waistlock takeover. But Charlotte answers with raw athleticism, countering into a sleek headscissors before displaying her signature arrogance with a strut.

The pace quickened as Natalya fired back with a series of stinging European uppercuts and a vicious snap suplex. Nattie tried to seize momentum, locking in a tight Sharpshooter attempt, but Charlotte used her long legs to kick her way out, sending Natalya crashing into the ring post.

Seizing the opening, Charlotte climbed to the top rope and delivered a picture-perfect moonsault to the outside, wiping out the challenger. Back inside the ring, Natalya fought valiantly, catching Charlotte off guard with a discus clothesline for a close two-count.

Frustrated, Flair countered a blind charge with a thunderous Spear out of nowhere. Without missing a beat, she grabbed both of Natalya's legs, bridged back, and locked in the Figure-Eight Leglock. Natalya fought the agony for as long as humanly possible, clawing toward the ropes, but the sheer pressure proved too much. Nattie tapped out, giving Charlotte Flair the win

Winner: Charlotte Flair


As we get back from commercial break, Shotzi and Kiera is already in the ring, cutting a promo about how honored they feel to be the first one to beat the newest addition to the EAM womens roster, not to mention to the EAM Women's tag team division. They might have been a force over in that piss-ant company, but this...this is the real deal, and this ring is our stomping grounds!


Tag Team Matchup
Shotzi Blackhart & Kiera Hogan Vs Divine Dominion (Megan Bayne and Lena Kross)


This match is a classic clash of styles: the unbridled, high-octane offense of Shotzi and Kiera against the pure, devastating power of Divine Dominion. Megan Bayne and Lena Kross immediately used their size and strength advantage to cut the ring in half, isolating Kiera Hogan. Bayne ragdolled Kiera across the canvas with a series of tossing fallaway slams, keeping the high-flyer grounded.

Kiera endured a relentless beating before finally dodging a charging splash from Lena Kross in the corner. With a desperate burst of energy, Kiera dived and made the hot tag to Shotzi!

Shotzi exploded into the match like a house on fire, taking down both members of Divine Dominion with flying clotheslines and a missile dropkick from the second turnbuckle. Chaos erupted as Megan Bayne tried to intervene, but Kiera flew in with a sensational suicide dive to take Bayne out on the floor.

Inside the ring, Lena Kross found herself cornered. Shotzi stunned her with a flurry of strikes, followed quickly by a superkick assist from Kiera. Shotzi scaled the top rope, pointed to the sky, and uncorked a massive diving senton bomb, driving the wind out of Kross. Referee counts the 1... 2... 3! Shotzi and Kiera pull off the massive upset over the dominant duo.

Winner: Shotzi Blackhart & Kiera Hogan

*****

Scene opens somewhere undefined. Mickie is sitting on a swing, rocking back and forth, like a child. She is neatly dressed up in a school uniform. Her hair put up in cute pig-tails.

“You know what Julia? What the Funny thing about pain is? ..... eventually, you stop feeling it.”

She tilts her head, her smile widening just a little.

“You thought you was ending my career. You thought you was burying me. And for a while… I let you believe that.”

“But you see, sweetheart, you made one fatal mistake. You mistook my silence for weakness. My absence for surrender.”

Her eyes narrow....

“I didn't help you because I wanted you to win. I helped you because I wanted you to understand something…”

“No one walks away from this business clean. Not you. Not Skye. Not even me.”

Mickie leans closer to the camera then, her voice dropping to a whisper....

“You wanted my championship Julia..... You wanted my place..... You wanted my life.....”

She pauses, letting the silence linger.

“Well.... you got my title now.....”

“And I have all the time in the world.....”

The screen cuts to black as we hear Mickie laughs..... Then.....singing, as the promo ends....

“Sweet dreams are made of this.....”



EAM Primetime Bitch Championship Matchup
Kamille (c) Vs Lash Legend


It is pure, unadulterated power versus power as EAM Primetime Bitch Champion Kamille defends her title against the towering, athletic threat of Lash Legend. The opening bell is met with a thunderous collision as both women trade massive shoulder blocks, neither refusing to give an inch. Lash uses her explosive leaping ability to stun the champion with a high-angle slam, but Kamille instantly fires back with a spine-shattering powerslam that shakes the entire canvas.

The action spills to the outside, where Kamille drives Lash spine-first into the ring apron. Back inside, the champion maintains control, wearing Lash down with heavy clubbing blows to the back. Yet, Lash refuses to stay down. Utilizing her raw athletic power, she counters a suplex attempt and drills Kamille with a brutal pump kick, followed by a Samoan drop for a very close near-fall.

Both warriors stagger to their feet around the 12-minute mark, trading heavy right hands that echo throughout the arena. As Kamille ducks a wild swing, Lash spins around—accidentally catching the referee square in the jaw with a stray elbow! The official drops like a stone, completely unconscious.

Before Kamille can capitalize, the arena lights flash red and Jade Cargill’s music hits! The crowd erupts as Jade marches purposefully down the ramp, glaring at the carnage in the ring. She slides under the bottom rope, sizing up both Kamille and Lash Legend as they slowly turn around.

Jade doesn't say a word; she swings wildly, planting a boot straight into Kamille’s jaw, before turning around and drilling Lash with a vicious-looking JMD. All three dominant women stand tall for a brief second before going completely at each other, trading wild punches and kicks in the center of the ring as the audience pumps them up into a frenzy.

Slowly, the referee crawls back to consciousness, realizes the absolute lawlessness unfolding before him, and frantically calls for the bell, ruling the match a no-contest. A massive swarm of security guards storms the ring, desperately trying to pull Jade, Kamille, and Lash apart as this chaotic episode of Spotlight comes to a close.

Match Result: No-Contest

[Smartmark]

Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

Episode #538


Scene opens in Gm Randy Orton's office. Orton sits behind his desk when Moxley walks into the room with the EAM TV Title over his shoulder and a big grin on his face. Orton looks up, asking if Jon is happy now.. Moxley laughs, telling Orton that he's gotta admit, he understand why Orton is the GM now. After all, not all his decisions is bad. Orton gets a grin on his face then, and says good, because Moxley's first defence will be tonights main event.... We cut to the Jamboree vignette...


Tag Team Matchup (Read below first)
Eli Drake & Orange Cassidy (c) Vs Lucha Bros (Pentagon Jr. & Rey Fenix)

- Have The Algorithm cheat to retain the titles.


We get a in-ring promo from The Algorithm after the match, celebrating their win and bragging about how they are the #1 trending stable in pro wrestling right now, and how everyone watches them! They get interrupted when music cranks the arena speakers and newcomers Jack Vaughn & Donovan Cecil interrupts, reminding the members of The Algorithm what happened a couple of weeks ago (refering to the match that ended in a no-contest) and if they are as though as they claim, Jack and Donovan is sure they have no problems defending the titles against a couple of newcomers like themselves huh? (Stevens tries to talk the guys out of it, saying it's not worth it and that they are a waste of their time, but Eli Drake and Logan Paul as other ideas, accepting the challenge before Aaron manage to talk them out of it)


The camera's cut to the gorilla position as Rey Fenix and Pentagon Jr. reaches backstage. These last weeks has not been good for them. But....it's almost as if the universe knows, because as they are about to leave, a couple of hands reaches out, patting them on their shoulders. They turn around simultainiously, looking into a very familiar face.

" Missed me guys? "

We cut to commercials....


******

Tag Team Matchup
reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs Above The Rest (Gabriel Skye & Ikuro Kwon)


As we get back from commercial break, we go back to the arena as a well known theme song cranks the arena speakers. But this time, the song is met with loud and massive booo's.
Chairman Emil A. walks out on the stage, and the boo's gets even louder. He just laughs and makes his way down the rampway towards the ring. He enters the ring and gestures for a microphone in which someone outside hands to him. He cut's a promo, still to massive booo's, but he remains calm. He talks about the fact that he's been doing this for 18 years, and people always appreciated what he did for the business. But then suddenly, people turn on you, even though it's not your fault. He makes a point that he might have been the one who released Mickie from the handcuffs, but he was not the one who interfered in the match, altering the outcome. He also states the facts that last time he checked, he was the one who owned this company, and he doesn't really care what anyone else says. If you hate it so much, you are free to leave at any time ok? Just get the fuck out of here and go watch that pissant company from Florida instead (refering to AEW) or maybe WWE. I heard Trips has problems keeping his fans these days....

And to show who has the balls around here, and to show that EAM is not afraid of doing things differently, Emil A. has had a brilliant idea, just for the people backstage to prove themselves if they are what they claim they are. That's why, at the upcoming PPV this weekend, there will be a " Take it or Leave it " Invitational Ladder Matchup "
The rules are simple. Anyone can participate. And the prize? A shot at the EAM World Heavyweight Championship at Wrass Bash XIII! But..... there is a big but..... Those who participate in the match but does not manage to win.....will be fired!


*****


As we get back from commercial break we cut back to the arena for our main event of the night. Moxley is already in the ring, phasing back and forth as GM Randy Orton's music cranks the arena speakers. Moxley looks annoyed at this (everyone knows the ambivalent history between Orton and Moxley) Orton explains to everyone, including Moxley, that news just came in that tonights main event for The EAM Television Championship will be contested under Hardcore Rules!

The audience explodes when the music cranks the arena speakers; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiftmVaf0eA

Moxley in the ring, looking up at the entrance way and stage, as if he's seen a ghost when Mick walks out. The noise in the arena is easily over what's legal at this point. Mick walks down the rampway, dressed in his signature black and red flannel shirt and Cactus Jack shirt, and offcourse, in his hands he is holding Barby.

But Foley stops at ringside, and suddenly starts to burts out in laughter. So does Orton on the stage. And it's at this point Foley gets handed a microphone and informs Moxley that he should have seen his own face (as it was all a rib) Moxley does not find it funny however and is about to get out of the ring when music once again cranks the arena speakers...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCJ8...&start_radio=1

It takes a few seconds, but when the audience realize who it is, they explode again....

Joe Gazy walks out on the stage wearing a match this has a strange familiarity to it. He is carrying a big mallet in one hand and a bible in the other....


Hardcore Matchup For The EAM Television Championship (Read below first)
Jon Moxley (c) Vs Joe Gazy

- Somehow, Hook tries to interfere during the matchup, but Orton interferes and helps Moxley out.

*****

As the show is about to end we cut to the backstage area where we hook up with EAM Intercontinental Champion; Danhausen as he once again gets confronted by Jay White and Adam Cole, who is losing their patience, as they demand Danhausen to tell them what he knows about the disappearance of Marty Scurll! Before Danhausen manage to reply, someone launches himself from the rafters, taking out both Cole and White in one fell swoop, while laughing maniacly. As Danhausen gets back on his feet he looks into the face of a man he has never seen before. Big round googles, and weird hat, black make up, almost like a clown, and ragged clothing. Danhausen takes one step back as the unknown man reaches out his hand for a handshake.

" Nice to meet you Donovan! Let me introduce myself. My name is Itchweed "

[Vikingsfan88]

Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

Episode #538


Scene opens in Gm Randy Orton's office. Orton sits behind his desk when Moxley walks into the room with the EAM TV Title over his shoulder and a big grin on his face. Orton looks up, asking if Jon is happy now.. Moxley laughs, telling Orton that he's gotta admit, he understand why Orton is the GM now. After all, not all his decisions is bad. Orton gets a grin on his face then, and says good, because Moxley's first defence will be tonights main event.... We cut to the Jamboree vignette...


Tag Team Matchup (Read below first)
Eli Drake & Orange Cassidy (c) Vs Lucha Bros (Pentagon Jr. & Rey Fenix)

- Have The Algorithm cheat to retain the titles.

The arena erupts in a deafening roar as the tension reaches a boiling point. Eli Drake struts down the ramp with a swagger that screams entitlement, the championship gold draped over his shoulder, while Orange Cassidy trails behind, hands buried deep in his pockets, sunglasses locked firmly in place. Across the ring, the Lucha Bros—Pentagon Jr. and Rey Fenix—are already pacing, their masked faces radiating pure, unfiltered intensity as they wait to strike.

The bell rings, and Fenix explodes into motion, launching himself off the top rope with an armdrag that sends Cassidy spinning, though Cassidy somehow keeps his hands in his pockets. Pentagon tags in, delivering a vicious chop that echoes off the arena walls, before locking Drake in a punishing submission. The challengers dominate the early going, blending breathtaking aerial assaults with bone-rattling strikes. Fenix connects with a Spanish Fly on Drake, while Pentagon drives Cassidy into the mat with a terrifying Fear Factor.

Referee Tim White hits the canvas for what should be a three-count. 1... 2...

Suddenly, the arena lights flicker violently and plunge into a cold, artificial blue. The stadium speakers hum with a distorted, robotic voice. “System anomaly detected. Override authorized.”

Before White’s hand can slap the mat for the third count, the ring ropes spark with an unauthorized surge of electricity, violently throwing the Lucha Bros backward. The arena entrance video board flashes the ominous insignia of The Algorithm. Drake instinctively crawls over, draping a heavy arm across Fenix’s chest. The biased timekeeper instantly sounds the bell, declaring the champions the winners via an unexplained administrative disqualification override.

Drake grabs his title, flashing a smug, unearned grin as Cassidy simply shrugs and shoves his hands back into his denim.

Winners and still EAM Tag Team Champions Eli Drake & Orange Cassidy


We get a in-ring promo from The Algorithm after the match, celebrating their win and bragging about how they are the #1 trending stable in pro wrestling right now, and how everyone watches them! They get interrupted when music cranks the arena speakers and newcomers Jack Vaughn & Donovan Cecil interrupts, reminding the members of The Algorithm what happened a couple of weeks ago (refering to the match that ended in a no-contest) and if they are as though as they claim, Jack and Donovan is sure they have no problems defending the titles against a couple of newcomers like themselves huh? (Stevens tries to talk the guys out of it, saying it's not worth it and that they are a waste of their time, but Eli Drake and Logan Paul as other ideas, accepting the challenge before Aaron manage to talk them out of it)


The camera's cut to the gorilla position as Rey Fenix and Pentagon Jr. reaches backstage. These last weeks has not been good for them. But....it's almost as if the universe knows, because as they are about to leave, a couple of hands reaches out, patting them on their shoulders. They turn around simultainiously, looking into a very familiar face.

" Missed me guys? "

We cut to commercials....


******

Tag Team Matchup
reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs Above The Rest (Gabriel Skye & Ikuro Kwon)

The atmosphere is electric as reDragon makes their way to the ring, Kyle O’Reilly shadowboxing with invisible foes and Bobby Fish radiating veteran confidence, shoulder-checking the turnbuckle with a sharp slap. Across the squared circle stand Above The Rest—Gabriel Skye and Ikuro Kwon—bouncing on their toes, fueled by youthful urgency and a desperate need to prove they belong on the main stage.

The bell sounds, and Fish immediately tries to ground Skye with crisp leg kicks and a sickeningly tight side headlock. But Skye refuses to stay down, countering with explosive athleticism, using a springboard armdrag to send Fish scrambling. O’Reilly tags in, bringing his signature chaotic striking style, locking in a wicked cross-armbreaker attempt. Kwon hits the canvas like a bullet, breaking the hold with a thunderous diving stomp to O'Reilly's spine.

The pace shatters into high-speed chaos. Fish and O'Reilly try to isolate Skye, unleashing a brutal double-team sequence featuring a high-low combo that looks to spell the end. Fish hooks the leg for the pin, but Skye miraculously kicks out at two and a half, the crowd gasping in disbelief.

Sensing blood, Above The Rest orchestrate a stunning reversal. Kwon ducks a flying kick from Fish, sending Fish careening shoulder-first into the ring post. Instantly, Skye hoists O’Reilly onto his shoulders while Kwon rockets off the top rope, crashing down with a devastating modified Doomsday Device! Kwon immediately hooks the leg.

The referee slams the mat: 1... 2... 3!

The arena explodes into absolute pandemonium. Above The Rest have pulled off the unthinkable, pinning the veteran legends to secure the biggest victory of their careers.

Winners: Above The Rest (Gabriel Skye & Ikuro Kwon)

As we get back from commercial break, we go back to the arena as a well known theme song cranks the arena speakers. But this time, the song is met with loud and massive booo's.
Chairman Emil A. walks out on the stage, and the boo's gets even louder. He just laughs and makes his way down the rampway towards the ring. He enters the ring and gestures for a microphone in which someone outside hands to him. He cut's a promo, still to massive booo's, but he remains calm. He talks about the fact that he's been doing this for 18 years, and people always appreciated what he did for the business. But then suddenly, people turn on you, even though it's not your fault. He makes a point that he might have been the one who released Mickie from the handcuffs, but he was not the one who interfered in the match, altering the outcome. He also states the facts that last time he checked, he was the one who owned this company, and he doesn't really care what anyone else says. If you hate it so much, you are free to leave at any time ok? Just get the fuck out of here and go watch that pissant company from Florida instead (refering to AEW) or maybe WWE. I heard Trips has problems keeping his fans these days....

And to show who has the balls around here, and to show that EAM is not afraid of doing things differently, Emil A. has had a brilliant idea, just for the people backstage to prove themselves if they are what they claim they are. That's why, at the upcoming PPV this weekend, there will be a " Take it or Leave it " Invitational Ladder Matchup "
The rules are simple. Anyone can participate. And the prize? A shot at the EAM World Heavyweight Championship at Wrass Bash XIII! But..... there is a big but..... Those who participate in the match but does not manage to win.....will be fired!


*****


As we get back from commercial break we cut back to the arena for our main event of the night. Moxley is already in the ring, phasing back and forth as GM Randy Orton's music cranks the arena speakers. Moxley looks annoyed at this (everyone knows the ambivalent history between Orton and Moxley) Orton explains to everyone, including Moxley, that news just came in that tonights main event for The EAM Television Championship will be contested under Hardcore Rules!

The audience explodes when the music cranks the arena speakers; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiftmVaf0eA

Moxley in the ring, looking up at the entrance way and stage, as if he's seen a ghost when Mick walks out. The noise in the arena is easily over what's legal at this point. Mick walks down the rampway, dressed in his signature black and red flannel shirt and Cactus Jack shirt, and offcourse, in his hands he is holding Barby.

But Foley stops at ringside, and suddenly starts to burts out in laughter. So does Orton on the stage. And it's at this point Foley gets handed a microphone and informs Moxley that he should have seen his own face (as it was all a rib) Moxley does not find it funny however and is about to get out of the ring when music once again cranks the arena speakers...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCJ8...&start_radio=1

It takes a few seconds, but when the audience realize who it is, they explode again....

Joe Gazy walks out on the stage wearing a match this has a strange familiarity to it. He is carrying a big mallet in one hand and a bible in the other....


Hardcore Matchup For The EAM Television Championship
Jon Moxley (c) Vs Joe Gazy

The arena air is thick with the metallic scent of fresh blood, dented steel, and impending violence. The prestigious EAM Television Championship is on the line, and neither Jon Moxley nor Joe Gazy came here to wrestle a traditional match. Before the introductory bell can even finish echoing through the hall, Gazy charges across the canvas like a runaway freight train, driving the edge of a steel chair straight into Moxley’s gut. Moxley stumbles backward, spits a thick mouthful of crimson, and flashes a mad, feral grin that signals this war is about to cross every line imaginable.

Within minutes, the carnage spills violently to the outside floor. Gazy introduces a battered metal trash can filled with heavy towing chains and splintered hockey sticks, raining down blow after brutal blow across Moxley’s spine. But Moxley thrives in the absolute filth. He ducks a wild swing, slams Gazy headfirst into the steel ring post, and produces a jagged, rusty cheese grater from beneath the apron, viciously dragging it across Gazy’s forehead. Crimson streams down Gazy’s face, painting a grotesque mask as the roaring crowd loses its collective mind.

They brawl through the barricades, trading sickening thuds with shattered kendo sticks. Gazy creates separation, launching Moxley with a devastating backdrop onto a stack of steel folding chairs. Gazy drags a heavy wooden table draped in vicious barbed wire into the ring, hoisting Moxley for a catastrophic suplex onto the razor-sharp coils. The referee checks the champion as Gazy hooks the leg. 1... 2... Kickout! Moxley powers his shoulder off the mat.

Frustrated, Gazy wraps a heavy steel chain around his fist, preparing to choke the champion. Suddenly, the arena lights dip into an ominous shadow. A stealthy figure slips over the guardrail and slides into the ring. It’s Hook! Without a warning, Hook lunges forward, sweeping Moxley’s legs out and handing Gazy a lethal advantage, looking to finally dethrone the reigning king.

Before Gazy can capitalize, a deafening roar erupts as Randy Orton’s music hits. Orton bursts through the curtain, eyes locked entirely on the chaos. He sprints down the ramp, slides under the bottom rope, and intercepts Hook mid-stride. RKO OUT OF NOWHERE! Hook crashes violently to the canvas, knocked out cold.

Gazy turns around, stunned by the twist of fate. He stares face-to-face with Orton, who gives a cold nod to Moxley before slipping back through the ropes.

The brief distraction is all the opening Moxley needs. He catches a bewildered Gazy by the neck, hoists him skyward, and drives him skull-first through the barbed wire table with a thunderous Paradigm Shift. Moxley drapes a blood-soaked arm over Gazy for the final pin.

The referee slams the mat: 1... 2... 3!

Moxley retains his title, standing tall amidst the carnage.

Winner and still EAM Television Champion: Jon Moxley

*****

As the show is about to end we cut to the backstage area where we hook up with EAM Intercontinental Champion; Danhausen as he once again gets confronted by Jay White and Adam Cole, who is losing their patience, as they demand Danhausen to tell them what he knows about the disappearance of Marty Scurll! Before Danhausen manage to reply, someone launches himself from the rafters, taking out both Cole and White in one fell swoop, while laughing maniacly. As Danhausen gets back on his feet he looks into the face of a man he has never seen before. Big round googles, and weird hat, black make up, almost like a clown, and ragged clothing. Danhausen takes one step back as the unknown man reaches out his hand for a handshake.

" Nice to meet you Donovan! Let me introduce myself. My name is Itchweed "

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Matchday 3


Sombrada Dorada Vs Máscara Muerta


Guerrero Definitivo Vs Estrella Caída


Fantasma Secreto Vs Pollo Explosivo


Viento Bailando Vs Gran Hombre Armado


Viento Volador Vs Oso Uno


Super Serpiente Vs Fuego Danzante


Oso Dos Vs Máscara Poderosa


Zorro Volador Vs Mosca de Sangre

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Matchday 3


1. Sombrada Dorada vs. Máscara Muerta
The night opened with an eerie clash of aesthetics: the golden radiance of Sombrada Dorada against the grim, skeletal shroud of Máscara Muerta. Gold and shadow collided instantly. Sombrada Dorada took control early with lightning-fast arm drags and springboards off the top rope, his brilliant outfit catching the arena lights. However, Máscara Muerta ground the momentum to a sudden halt with a brutal spinebuster on the apron. For minutes, the sinister luchador methodically wore down his opponent with grueling submission holds and heavy chops. Refusing to succumb to the dark force, Sombrada Dorada rallied behind the cheering crowd, executing a breathtaking Spanish Fly from the top turnbuckle. Both men were dazed, but Sombrada Dorada quickly scaled the turnbuckle once more to hit his signature Golden Phoenix Splash, pinning Máscara Muerta for a clean three-count.

Winner: Sombrada Dorada

2. Guerrero Definitivo vs. Estrella Caída
Guerrero Definitivo walked into the ring like a unstoppable mountain, facing the agile high-flyer Estrella Caída. Estrella used his speed to evade Guerrero’s power moves, peppering the powerhouse with rapid leg kicks and a stunning suicide dive to the outside. Back inside, Guerrero caught Estrella mid-air during a springboard attempt and smashed him into the canvas with a devastating powerslam. Guerrero locked in a bearhug, sapping the energy out of his rival. Estrella managed to break free with a series of quick elbows and delivered a magnificent 450 Splash. Miraculously, Guerrero kicked out at two and a half. The two warriors traded brutal blows in the center of the ring, refusing to yield a single inch. As the referee's official time limit expired, both fighters unleashed simultaneous clotheslines, leaving both men flat on their backs as the bell rang to announce a hard-fought tie.

Winner: Draw (Time-Limit)

3. Fantasma Secreto vs. Pollo Explosivo
In a match packed with unpredictable comedy and high-flying chaos, the mysterious Fantasma Secreto faced off against the wildly unpredictable Pollo Explosivo. Fantasma used his trickery to fade into the shadows of the ring, ducking under Pollo's erratic, flapping attacks. Pollo Explosivo, true to his eccentric style, hyperactively charged around the ring, hitting a series of headscissors and chaotic moonsaults that caught Fantasma off guard. Fantasma fought back with a slick tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and attempted to unmask his feathered opponent. Pollo escaped, squawking with fury, and landed a flying knee off the middle rope. Pollo then climbed the turnbuckle for his ultimate finisher, the Explosive Peck, crashing down with full force onto Fantasma. Covering his opponent, Pollo Explosivo secured the pinfall victory in a delightfully wild bout.

Winner: Pollo Explosivo

4. Viento Bailando vs. Gran Hombre Armado
The speed and grace of Viento Bailando met the brute force of Gran Hombre Armado. Viento danced around the heavily padded powerhouse, landing crisp dropkicks and evasive rolls. Gran Hombre Armado became frustrated, eventually catching Viento out of a handspring attempt and tossing him across the ring like a ragdoll. Gran Hombre dominated the middle portion of the match with heavy powerbombs and lariats. Showing remarkable heart, Viento Bailando turned a scoop slam attempt into a clever hurricanrana, sending the giant tumbling out of the ring. Viento followed with an incredible Asai Moonsault to the floor. As both men desperately traded blows on the outside, the referee reached the count of ten. Neither competitor could re-enter the ring in time, resulting in a double count-out draw.

Winner: Draw (Double Count-Out)

5. Viento Volador vs. Oso Uno
Viento Volador brought supreme aerial precision against the raw, animalistic strength of Oso Uno. Oso Uno immediately cornered Viento, using his massive frame to deliver punishing corner splashes and chest chops. Viento Volador used the ropes to his advantage, launching himself with a series of precise springboard clotheslines that finally knocked the giant off his feet. Viento dialed up the intensity, attempting a hurricanrana, but Oso Uno countered mid-move into a terrifying powerbomb. Sensing victory, Oso Uno lifted Viento for a brutal bearhug, but Viento managed to slip behind his back, wrapping his legs into a slick roll-up pinfall. Before Oso Uno could use his massive strength to kick out, the referee hit the third tap on the canvas, securing a shocking underdog triumph for Viento Volador.

Winner: Viento Volador

6. Super Serpiente vs. Fuego Danzante
This showdown featured the cunning, slithering submissions of Super Serpiente against the fiery momentum of Fuego Danzante. Fuego Danzante came out blazing with fiery strikes and rapid arm drags, keeping Super Serpiente on the defensive. However, Super Serpiente turned the tide by dragging Fuego into the ring ropes, targeting his opponent's knee with precise kicks. Super Serpiente grounded Fuego, locking in a series of grueling leglocks and submission holds. Fuego Danzante summoned his inner passion, breaking the hold with the support of the crowd and hitting a spinning heel kick followed by a Dancin' Frog Splash. Super Serpiente barely kicked out at two. In the final stretch, Fuego attempted a springboard DDT, but Super Serpiente caught him mid-flight and wrapped him in his dreaded Python Clutch, forcing Fuego to tap out.

Winner: Super Serpiente

7. Oso Dos vs. Máscara Poderosa
Two titans met in a clash of pure physical dominance as Oso Dos took on Máscara Poderosa. The match was a collision of heavy-hitting strikes, shoulder blocks, and gut-wrenching slams. Neither man gave an inch; when Oso Dos delivered a powerful vertical suplex, Máscara Poderosa popped right back up and delivered one of his own. The arena shook under the weight of their maneuvers. They dragged each other onto the ring apron, exchanging brutal chops. Máscara Poderosa attempted a powerbomb onto the floor, but Oso Dos countered, dragging both of them crashing through the announcer's table at ringside. Laying in the wooden debris, both juggernauts were unable to answer the referee's ten-count, leaving the referee no choice but to declare the match a double count-out draw.

Winner: Draw (Double Count-Out)

8. Zorro Volador vs. Mosca de Sangre
The main event saw the heroic fox mask of Zorro Volador square off against the ruthless villain Mosca de Sangre. Mosca de Sangre attacked before the bell rang, blinding Zorro Volador with a cheap shot and targeting his mask. Mosca kept control with dirty tactics, gouging the eyes and using ring ropes for illegal chokes. Zorro Volador fought back heroically, hitting a breathtaking Tornillo off the top turnbuckle to the outside onto Mosca. The action returned inside, where Mosca de Sangre tried to pull brass knuckles from his tights. The alert referee spotted the contraband and confiscated it. Capitalizing on the distraction, Zorro Volador executed a flawless Fox-Tail Driver, pinning Mosca de Sangre’s shoulders to the mat to close out the show with a triumphant win.

Winner: Zorro Volador

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Episode #100


We open with a special vignette since this episode marks the 100th episode of EAM Promotions own show dedicated to the women of the company. We get some recaps and highlights from the past, showing everyone and everything that lead down to this point in history.

As the show opens the scene cuts to the arena which is packed to the brim with people for this special Spotlight episode.
The camera cuts to the ring, where Julia Hart stands alone, the EAM Women's Championship draped over her shoulder. There is no smile on her face. No smug celebration. Instead, Julia looks as though the entire arena has personally offended her.

She slowly raises a microphone to her lips, allowing the crowd's reaction to settle before she speaks.

JULIA HART: "Last PPV, I had a match. A championship match. An opportunity to prove, once again, that I am the woman who belongs at the top of this division. I was in that ring with Skye Blue, and I was ready to do what I have done time and time again. Win. Retain. Walk out with MY championship."

Julia adjusts the title on her shoulder, her eyes narrowing.

JULIA HART: "But apparently, that was too much to ask. Because just when I was about to take care of business, just when I was about to put another name on the list of women who couldn't take this championship away from me, who decided to stick her nose where it didn't belong?"

The crowd begins to react as Julia slowly turns toward the entrance ramp.

JULIA HART: "Mickie James."

Julia lets the name hang in the air, her expression twisting into a cold smile.

JULIA HART: "Of course. The veteran. The legend. The woman who apparently believes that just because she's been around long enough, the entire world is supposed to stop whenever she decides to make an appearance. And if she can't get what she wants inside the ring, well, she can always make sure nobody else gets what they want either."

Julia takes a few steps around the ring, becoming more animated with every word.

JULIA HART: "Let's talk about what happened between us, Mickie. Let's talk about how you put yourself in my way, how you decided that my championship reign was something you could interrupt whenever you felt like it. And let's talk about the little situation you seem so desperate to avoid addressing."

She stops in the middle of the ring.

JULIA HART: "You see, Mickie, I haven't forgotten what happened when we were in that ring together. I haven't forgotten how you ended up afterward. And I certainly haven't forgotten what I was trying to accomplish."

The crowd responds with a mixture of boos and uneasy murmurs.

JULIA HART: "I wanted to end your career. I wanted to take away the one thing you have spent your entire life building, because I wanted you to understand what happens when you stand in my way. And, most importantly, I wanted that championship around my waist."

Julia lifts the title from her shoulder and stares at it.

JULIA HART: "And now, here we are. You're supposedly injured, I'm still the champion, and you continue to interfere in my business like you have some unfinished business with me."

She shakes her head.

JULIA HART: "So let me make one thing perfectly clear. I don't want to face you right now, Mickie. Not while you're injured. Not while you're supposedly still recovering from what happened between us."

Julia looks directly into the hard camera.

JULIA HART: "Because beating an injured woman proves absolutely nothing. If I beat you while you're hurt, people will say I took advantage of you. They'll say you weren't at one hundred percent. They'll make excuses for you, and they'll pretend that somehow, some way, you might have had a chance if you'd been healthy."

She laughs bitterly.

JULIA HART: "And I refuse to give you that satisfaction. When I beat Mickie James, I want there to be no excuses. I want you healthy enough to understand exactly what I am capable of. I want you standing across from me with nowhere to hide, with no injuries to blame, no excuses to make, and no one left to save you."

Julia raises her championship high.

JULIA HART: "So until you're healthy enough to face me, Mickie, stay out of my matches. Stay out of my ring. And stay out of my business."

Suddenly, the arena erupts as Mickie's music cranks the arena speakers.

Julia's expression immediately changes. She turns toward the entrance, her jaw tightening as Mickie James walks onto the stage.

Mickie doesn't look like a woman who has come out to apologize. She doesn't look like someone who is afraid of Julia Hart. And she certainly doesn't look like someone who intends to sit quietly while another woman decides what she can and cannot do.

Mickie walks down the ramp with a microphone in hand, her eyes locked on the champion.

MICKIE JAMES: "Oh, Julia. Julia, Julia, Julia."

Mickie shakes her head with a disappointed smile.

MICKIE JAMES: "You really do love the sound of your own voice, don't you?"

The crowd cheers as Mickie reaches the ring. She climbs onto the apron, steps through the ropes, and comes face-to-face with the champion.

MICKIE JAMES: "First of all, sweetheart, I didn't interrupt your match because I was bored. I didn't interrupt your match because I wanted attention. And I certainly didn't interrupt your match because I suddenly forgot how to mind my own business."

Mickie takes a step closer.

MICKIE JAMES: "I interrupted your match because I know exactly who you are. I know what you're capable of. And I know that when you get desperate enough, when you get backed into a corner, you stop caring about winning a match and start caring about making sure the other woman never gets the chance to stand across from you again."

Mickie's smile disappears.

MICKIE JAMES: "You wanted to end my career, Julia. You wanted to hurt me badly enough that I would never be able to come back and take this championship away from you. You wanted to make an example out of me."

She points toward the title on Julia's shoulder.

MICKIE JAMES: "But here's the problem with that plan, sweetheart. I'm still here."

The crowd erupts (after all, when there is two heels you gotta cheer for one right? as Jillian comments on commentary)

MICKIE JAMES: "And you can stand there and tell the world that you're concerned about my health all you want. You can pretend that you're taking some kind of moral high ground by refusing to face me while I'm injured. But don't you dare stand in that ring and tell me what I can and cannot do!"

Mickie looks Julia up and down.

MICKIE JAMES: "Because I am not some helpless little girl who needs you to protect her. I am Mickie James. I've been knocked down, counted out, written off, and told that my time was over more times than I can count."

She taps herself on the chest.

MICKIE JAMES: "And every single time, I found a way to come back."

Mickie leans forward, getting right into Julia's face.

MICKIE JAMES: "So let me save you the trouble of worrying about my health."

Before Julia manages to reach, Mickie launches out, delivering a Mick kick that sends Julia straight down to the canvas. The EAM Women's Championship belt drops out of her hands in the impact, and Mickie quickly leans over Julia, picking up the title before throwing it back at her.

MICKIE JAMES: "I. Am. Not. Hurt."

The crowd cheers.

MICKIE JAMES: "And you better believe me when I tell you that."

Julia's expression darkens for a moment as she gets back on her feet. Neither woman moves. The tension between them is almost unbearable. Then Julia adjusts the title on her shoulder and slowly smiles.

JULIA HART: "Well, in that case, Mickie, what are we waiting for?"

Julia drops the championship from her shoulder and holds it between them.

JULIA HART: "You want to prove that you're not hurt? You want to prove that you can still stand in this ring with me? You want to prove that you're every bit the woman you claim to be?"

Julia steps back and spreads her arms.

JULIA HART: "I'm ready bitch! Right here! Right now! We can do this tonight, next week, or any time you want. You name the place, you name the time, and I'll be there. Trust me!"

There is a murmur among the audience now, as Julia's voice rises to an ever higher pitch.

JULIA HART: "Because unlike you, Mickie, I don't need to hide behind interruptions and sneak attacks. I don't need to play games. I don't need to wait for the perfect moment. I am the EAM Women's Champion, and I am ready to fight anyone who thinks they can take this away from me!"

Mickie stares at Julia for a few seconds. Then she smiles.

Not a nervous smile. Not an uncertain smile. But a knowing smile.

MICKIE JAMES: "Oh, Julia. Bless your cold, dark, little heart."

The crowd reacts as Mickie takes a slow step away from the champion.

MICKIE JAMES: "You really don't understand, do you?"

JULIA HART: "Understand what?"

Julia is furious at this point. Becoming even madder because Mickie acts so calm.

Mickie tilts her head, looking Julia directly in the eyes.

MICKIE JAMES: "That good things come to those who are patient."

Julia's expression is hard to read at this point.

MICKIE JAMES: "Sometimes, the best things in life are worth waiting for. Sometimes, you have to let things happen in their own time. And sometimes, no matter how badly you want something, you simply have to be patient and wait until the moment is right."

Mickie slowly circles Julia, who follows her with an increasingly irritated expression.

MICKIE JAMES: "So..... you just keep holding that championship close, sweetheart. Keep defending it. Keep fighting. Keep telling yourself that nobody can touch you."

Mickie stops directly in front of Julia again.

MICKIE JAMES: "And when the time comes? When the moment is right? Maybe you'll get exactly what you've been asking for this whole time..."

Julia stares at her, about to explode.

JULIA HART: "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Mickie is still calm, and simply smiles back.

JULIA HART: "You come out here, interrupt my business, tell me you're not injured, tell me you can still fight, and then you stand there and tell me to be patient?"

Julia laughs in disbelief, as this is not something she had anticipated.

JULIA HART: "No! No, no, no. You're not going to do this to me...."

She steps forward, getting inches from Mickie's face.

JULIA HART: "You don't get to walk into MY ring, run your mouth, and then decide that you're too good to back it up. You don't get to play mind games with me and pretend that you're somehow above all of this."

Julia points toward the entrance.

JULIA HART: "You want to know what I think? I think you're a coward, Mickie."

The crowd reacts loudly.

JULIA HART: "I think you're scared. I think you know that the moment you step into that ring with me again, I'm going to finish what I started. And I think that deep down, beneath all the smiles and all the speeches about being a legend, you're terrified of finding out that your time is out!"

Julia gets closer, her voice turning venomous now.

JULIA HART: "You're hiding behind some imaginary injury because you don't want to admit that the woman you used to be is gone. You're hiding behind your past because you know that your future belongs to me. The future of this whole division belongs to me."

Julia raises the championship belt up between them.

JULIA HART: "And, you want to know what the saddest part is? You know it, too!"

For the first time, Mickie's smile disappears completely. She looks down at the mat, not wanting to look Julia in the eyes.

JULIA Hart: " You see?! You're a coward! You can't even look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you!"

The crowd quiets as Mickie takes a deep breath. When she looks back up, there is something different in her eyes. The anger is still there, but it has been replaced by something far more complicated. Mickie takes on step towards Julia, getting straight in her face.

MICKIE JAMES: "You think I'm a coward?!"

Mickie lets out a small, almost disbelieving laugh.

MICKIE JAMES: "You really think that's what this is about? You are even more delusional than I thought."

She shakes her head, and for a moment, she struggles to find the next words.

MICKIE JAMES: "Julia, as usual, you have absolutely no idea what the hell you're talking about."

JULIA HART: "Then tell me! Tell everybody! What is it? What possible reason could you have for standing here and refusing to fight me after what you did, if you're not injured?"

Mickie looks out at the crowd. She pauses, swallowing hard, as though she is trying to make a decision she never expected to have to make in this ring. And when she speaks again, her voice is quieter and calmer.

MICKIE JAMES: "Because sometimes, Julia, life throws something at you that is bigger than a championship. Bigger than a rivalry. Bigger than proving a point to someone who doesn't understand what any of it means."

Julia folds her arms, impatient for Mickie to get to the point.

JULIA HART: "Oh, here we go again. Another speech."

Mickie looks at her, and her eyes begin to glisten.

MICKIE JAMES: "No Julie. No speech."

She takes a breath.

MICKIE JAMES: "Something happened, Julia. Something that changed things for me. Something that changed the way I have to look at every decision I make from this moment forward."

Mickie presses her lips together, fighting back the emotion rising in her throat.

MICKIE JAMES: "And I didn't want to come out here and talk about it. I didn't want to stand in front of all these people and make this about something personal. Because this was supposed to be about you and me. About what you did to me. About what you wanted to take away from me."

She glances at Julia's championship for a second before continuing.

MICKIE JAMES: "But you want to stand here and call me a coward? You want to tell me that I'm afraid of you?"

Mickie shakes her head, a tear beginning to form.

MICKIE JAMES: "Then maybe it's time you understood why I can't give you what you want."

The arena falls completely silent. Mickie places a hand gently against her stomach.

MICKIE JAMES: "I'm not hurt Julia .... I'm pregnant!"

For a moment, the world seems to stop.

The crowd erupts in shock, followed by a wave of cheers and emotional reactions. Julia's expression changes instantly. The anger drains from her face, replaced by confusion, disbelief, and a dawning realization of what Mickie has just told her.

Mickie looks down briefly, smiling through her tears.

MICKIE JAMES: "I'm going to be a mother."

She takes another breath, trying to compose herself.

MICKIE JAMES: "And as much as I would love nothing more than to stand across from you and take that championship away from you, to crush all your dreams and hopes, laying your career in ruins, I have something else to think about now. Someone else...."

Mickie's hand remains against her stomach.

MICKIE JAMES: "For years, this business has been my life. I've sacrificed, I've fought, I've bled, and I've given everything I had to moments like this. And if you had asked me before, I would have told you that there was nothing in this world that could make me walk away from a fight."

She looks back at Julia.

MICKIE JAMES: "But now? Now, there's something more important than my pride. More important than revenge. More important than proving to you, or anybody else, that I can still go."

Her voice trembles.

MICKIE JAMES: "And that doesn't make me a coward. It makes me a mother!"

The crowd applauds, and Mickie takes a moment to compose herself.

MICKIE JAMES: "So no, Julia. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not hiding from you. And I'm not making lame excuses. I'm making a choice. And it's a choice I will never apologize to anyone for!"

Julia looks away, visibly struggling to process what she has heard. Her fingers tighten around the championship. For once, the woman who always seems to have an answer has nothing to say.

Mickie wipes away a tear and takes a steadying breath. The sadness in her eyes gives way to determination.

MICKIE JAMES: "But don't you dare mistake this for the end of our story."

Julia slowly looks back at her.

MICKIE JAMES: "Because one day, when the time is right, when I can come back and give this business everything it deserves from me again, I will be waiting at the end of that line."

Mickie points toward the championship.

MICKIE JAMES: "And if you're still the EAM Women's Champion by that time, Julia Hart, then you better be ready. Because I intend to take back what is mine. Because this is MY ring!"

The crowd erupts once again and Mickie takes a few steps back, allowing her words to sink in.

MICKIE JAMES: "So enjoy this moment, sweetheart. Enjoy the championship. Enjoy every single victory you get between now and then. And make sure to cherish every single one of them... Because when I come back, I won't be coming for an apology. I won't be coming for an explanation. And I certainly won't be coming to ask for permissions."

Mickie lowers her microphone.

MICKIE JAMES: "I'll be coming for you!"

The crowd cheers as Mickie turns toward the ropes. Before she can leave, she pauses and glances back over her shoulder.

MICKIE JAMES: "Oh, and Julia?"

Julia looks up, still visibly shaken.

MICKIE JAMES: "Good luck defending that strap this sunday. I heard you are facing Chelsea Green."

Mickie laughs and is about to leave the ring when music once again cranks the arena speakers, and it is Chelsea Green's entrance song. The mood in the whole arena changes in an instant.

Chelsea Green steps onto the stage, looking absolutely delighted to find herself walking into a situation this explosive. She has a microphone in hand before she even reaches the ramp, and she is already shaking her head at the scene unfolding in front of her.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Wow!"

Chelsea walks down the rampway to the ring area, while speaking the whole time.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Wow, wow, wow. I leave you people alone for five minutes, and suddenly we're having emotional revelations, career-threatening rivalries, and surprise announcements?"

She climbs up on the apron and enters the ring, first putting focus on Mickie who is leaning towards the corner.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Mickie, congratulations! Truly. That's wonderful news. Really, really wonderful. I am so glad for you, really, truly. Wow! A mom huh? That's wild!"

But her expression changes the moment she turns towards Julia.

CHELSEA GREEN: "But I have to say, this is a very interesting time for you to be making announcements, because while everybody is standing around crying and hugging and talking about the future and whatnot, some of us actually has the chance of becoming EAM Women's Champion this sunday!"

Julia is clearly annoyed. But all of this seems to amuse Mickie.

CHELSEA GREEN: "And by some of us, I mean me! Offcourse! Because this Sunday, I am to stepping in the ring with Julia Hart, the champion who apparently has so much unfinished business with everyone in this company that she can't even focus on the woman who's about to take the title away from her. Ready to make her own story... Yours truly... Chelsea Green!"

Julia finally snaps out of her daze and turns toward Chelsea, her anger returning with renewed force now.

JULIA HART: "You have got to be kidding me?!"

Julia takes a step towards Chelsea.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Who? Me?! I am not kidding you. Actually, if you think about it, I am the ONE person in this entire building who is actually focused on the important thing right now."

She points at the championship.

CHELSEA GREEN: "That title! YOUR precious title! The one you are supposed to be defending against ME! This Sunday!"



CHELSEA GREEN: "But now..... thanks to all of this, I have to wonder whether you are actually capable of keeping your mind on the match and task at hand. Because, Julia..... To be fair.... you look a little distracted, Honey."

She tilts her head for dramatic effect, looking at Julia.

CHELSEA GREEN: "A little emotional perhaps? A little confused maybe? It's Almost as if you just realized that the world doesn't revolve around you."

Julia steps toward her, clutching the championship.

JULIA HART: "You want to talk about Sunday? Fine! Let's talk about Sunday. Your funeral..... And stop calling me Sweetheart and Honey!!!

Julia takes on step towards Chelsea, holding the title up between them.

JULIA HART: " You think you are clever do you Chelsea? You think you can play mind games on me? I'm literally the girl who invented mind games, Bitch! And after I am done with you, Chelsea Green, you're going to wish you had stayed backstage, and not putting your nose in grown-up women's business"

CHELSEA GREEN: "Oooooo.... I am shaking in my designer boots."

Chelsea laughs, then turns to address the crowd.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Listen, everybody. I know you're all very excited about Mickie's wonderful news and all, and believe me, I am happy for her. I really am. But I have a feeling that come Sunday, there will be even more reason to celebrate, when Julia Hart finds out that she can't keep this championship forever, and loses it to Me!"

Julia lunges forward, but Chelsea immediately retreats behind the referee-less space between them, laughing as she holds up her hands.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy, champ! Save that energy for Sunday!"

Julia snarls at her.

JULIA HART: "Get out of my ring!"

Chelsea backs toward the ropes, but before she leaves, she gives Julia one last smile.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts, Julia. Because on Sunday, the spotlight belongs to Chelsea Green."

Chelsea drops to the floor and backs up the ramp, laughing and gesturing toward the championship.

Julia stands in the ring, furious, her eyes locked on Chelsea as she disappears up the entranceway. Then she looks back toward Mickie, who has remained near the ropes, watching the champion with a mixture of sadness and determination.

For a brief moment, their eyes meet.

There is no challenge. No physical confrontation. No final insult.

Just the understanding that their story is far from over.

Mickie gives Julia one last nod before stepping through the ropes and making her way up the ramp, one hand resting protectively against her stomach.

Julia watches her go, then slowly turns toward the championship in her hands.

She raises it above her head, but this time, there is no triumphant smile.

There is only anger.

And uncertainty....

We cut to commercials....


As we get back, Jillian and Beth is almost out of words because of what we just witnessed, but when they get their hinges back to gether, they can inform us that tonights first matchup will be for the NWA World Women's Tag Team Championships, and then we get a small video recap showing how Deonna and Tessa earned their shot.

NWA World Women's Tag Team Championship Matchup
Pretty Empowered (Kenzie & Kylie Paige) (c) Vs Deonna Purrazzo & Tessa Blanchard

- As we get back from commercials, music cranks the arena speakers and Primetime Bitch Champion; Kamille walks out and joins Beth and Jillian at commentary for our next match.

Singles Matchup
Rematch From Grandslam 18
Jade Cargill Vs Lash Legend

- After the matchup, whoever wins it, Kamille leaves commentary and heads for the backstage area, but as she reaches the stage, none other than her tag team partner Nikkita Lyons walks out. There is a small stare-down between them, no doubt what Nikkita has in her mind, as she gestures vaguely with her head towards the title belt draped over Kamille's shoulder. We cut to commercials and get an announcement regarding tomorrows episode of " Saturday Night Showcase " before we return to the arena for tonights main event.

EAM Women's Tag Team Championships Matchup (read below first)
Piper/Jax (c) Vs Alexa Bliss & Charlotte Flair

- Have the match end in some sort of controversy (Like having Piper and Jax trying to leave like they did at Grandslam), then have Quinn McKay announce that they will face off again tomorrow at " Saturday Night Showcase "

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Episode #100

We open with a special vignette since this episode marks the 100th episode of EAM Promotions own show dedicated to the women of the company. We get some recaps and highlights from the past, showing everyone and everything that lead down to this point in history.

The arena lights dim to a midnight blue, and a massive "EAM SPOTLIGHT: EPISODE 100" graphic illuminates the big screen. The crowd erupts into a roaring ovation as the iconic arena pyro detonates across the stage.

Through the haze, four distinct trailblazers step out together: Leah von Dutch, Session Moth Martina, Asuka, and Dakota Kai. Martina still has her signature beer can in hand, while Asuka and Dakota walk down the ramp with unmistakable swagger, and Leah leads the pack, taking in the deafening crowd chants. They step through the ropes, and Leah is the first to grab a microphone as the "EAM!" chants echo off the rafters.

"One hundred episodes," Leah begins, her voice echoing with pride. "Think about that for a second. When we started this journey, people asked if a roster of women could hold down their own brand week in and week out. They doubted whether the passion, the grit, and the relentless work rate were enough to carry a show. But look around this arena tonight! Episode 100 isn't just a number—it’s a monument to every single barrier we smashed to pieces."

Session Moth Martina steps forward, taking a swig from her can before taking the mic with a grin. "Too bloody right, Leah! Back when we first got the news that the women were finally getting our own show, half the locker room was buzzing and the other half was ready to tear the house down to prove a point. We didn't just want a show; we wanted the show. We turned Tuesday nights into a absolute party, a brawl, and a place where every woman on this roster could break out and show the world what we’re truly made of!"

Asuka steps up, a dangerous smirk breaking across her face. She speaks with fierce intensity, switching seamlessly between Japanese and English, her energy electric. "People thought we were given an opportunity. No! We took it! We demanded the main event, we demanded the steel cages, and we proved that no one is ready for the women of EAM! SPOTLIGHT IS OUR KINGDOM!"

The fans cheer wildly as Dakota Kai nods, taking the microphone to bring it home.

"Look at where EAM’s women's division was, and look at where it is today," Dakota says, looking around the packed arena. "Spotlight pushed every single one of us to new heights. It gave us the platform to evolve from contenders into superstars, from pioneers into legends. We built a division where the EAM Women's Championship and the Tag Team Championships mean the world, because every single week on Spotlight, we leave our blood, sweat, and tears in this ring."

Leah raises her arm high, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Martina, Asuka, and Dakota as the four women raise their hands together.

"Tonight, we celebrate 100 episodes of history," Leah shouts over the roaring crowd. "And to every woman in the back, and every fan in the stands—we’re just getting started. Welcome to EAM Spotlight Episode 100!"

The music hits, pyro blasts from the ring posts, and the four ring generals stand tall, setting the stage for an unforgettable night of wrestling.

As the show opens the scene cuts to the arena which is packed to the brim with people for this special Spotlight episode.
The camera cuts to the ring, where Julia Hart stands alone, the EAM Women's Championship draped over her shoulder. There is no smile on her face. No smug celebration. Instead, Julia looks as though the entire arena has personally offended her.

She slowly raises a microphone to her lips, allowing the crowd's reaction to settle before she speaks.

JULIA HART: "Last PPV, I had a match. A championship match. An opportunity to prove, once again, that I am the woman who belongs at the top of this division. I was in that ring with Skye Blue, and I was ready to do what I have done time and time again. Win. Retain. Walk out with MY championship."

Julia adjusts the title on her shoulder, her eyes narrowing.

JULIA HART: "But apparently, that was too much to ask. Because just when I was about to take care of business, just when I was about to put another name on the list of women who couldn't take this championship away from me, who decided to stick her nose where it didn't belong?"

The crowd begins to react as Julia slowly turns toward the entrance ramp.

JULIA HART: "Mickie James."

Julia lets the name hang in the air, her expression twisting into a cold smile.

JULIA HART: "Of course. The veteran. The legend. The woman who apparently believes that just because she's been around long enough, the entire world is supposed to stop whenever she decides to make an appearance. And if she can't get what she wants inside the ring, well, she can always make sure nobody else gets what they want either."

Julia takes a few steps around the ring, becoming more animated with every word.

JULIA HART: "Let's talk about what happened between us, Mickie. Let's talk about how you put yourself in my way, how you decided that my championship reign was something you could interrupt whenever you felt like it. And let's talk about the little situation you seem so desperate to avoid addressing."

She stops in the middle of the ring.

JULIA HART: "You see, Mickie, I haven't forgotten what happened when we were in that ring together. I haven't forgotten how you ended up afterward. And I certainly haven't forgotten what I was trying to accomplish."

The crowd responds with a mixture of boos and uneasy murmurs.

JULIA HART: "I wanted to end your career. I wanted to take away the one thing you have spent your entire life building, because I wanted you to understand what happens when you stand in my way. And, most importantly, I wanted that championship around my waist."

Julia lifts the title from her shoulder and stares at it.

JULIA HART: "And now, here we are. You're supposedly injured, I'm still the champion, and you continue to interfere in my business like you have some unfinished business with me."

She shakes her head.

JULIA HART: "So let me make one thing perfectly clear. I don't want to face you right now, Mickie. Not while you're injured. Not while you're supposedly still recovering from what happened between us."

Julia looks directly into the hard camera.

JULIA HART: "Because beating an injured woman proves absolutely nothing. If I beat you while you're hurt, people will say I took advantage of you. They'll say you weren't at one hundred percent. They'll make excuses for you, and they'll pretend that somehow, some way, you might have had a chance if you'd been healthy."

She laughs bitterly.

JULIA HART: "And I refuse to give you that satisfaction. When I beat Mickie James, I want there to be no excuses. I want you healthy enough to understand exactly what I am capable of. I want you standing across from me with nowhere to hide, with no injuries to blame, no excuses to make, and no one left to save you."

Julia raises her championship high.

JULIA HART: "So until you're healthy enough to face me, Mickie, stay out of my matches. Stay out of my ring. And stay out of my business."

Suddenly, the arena erupts as Mickie's music cranks the arena speakers.

Julia's expression immediately changes. She turns toward the entrance, her jaw tightening as Mickie James walks onto the stage.

Mickie doesn't look like a woman who has come out to apologize. She doesn't look like someone who is afraid of Julia Hart. And she certainly doesn't look like someone who intends to sit quietly while another woman decides what she can and cannot do.

Mickie walks down the ramp with a microphone in hand, her eyes locked on the champion.

MICKIE JAMES: "Oh, Julia. Julia, Julia, Julia."

Mickie shakes her head with a disappointed smile.

MICKIE JAMES: "You really do love the sound of your own voice, don't you?"

The crowd cheers as Mickie reaches the ring. She climbs onto the apron, steps through the ropes, and comes face-to-face with the champion.

MICKIE JAMES: "First of all, sweetheart, I didn't interrupt your match because I was bored. I didn't interrupt your match because I wanted attention. And I certainly didn't interrupt your match because I suddenly forgot how to mind my own business."

Mickie takes a step closer.

MICKIE JAMES: "I interrupted your match because I know exactly who you are. I know what you're capable of. And I know that when you get desperate enough, when you get backed into a corner, you stop caring about winning a match and start caring about making sure the other woman never gets the chance to stand across from you again."

Mickie's smile disappears.

MICKIE JAMES: "You wanted to end my career, Julia. You wanted to hurt me badly enough that I would never be able to come back and take this championship away from you. You wanted to make an example out of me."

She points toward the title on Julia's shoulder.

MICKIE JAMES: "But here's the problem with that plan, sweetheart. I'm still here."

The crowd erupts (after all, when there is two heels you gotta cheer for one right? as Jillian comments on commentary)

MICKIE JAMES: "And you can stand there and tell the world that you're concerned about my health all you want. You can pretend that you're taking some kind of moral high ground by refusing to face me while I'm injured. But don't you dare stand in that ring and tell me what I can and cannot do!"

Mickie looks Julia up and down.

MICKIE JAMES: "Because I am not some helpless little girl who needs you to protect her. I am Mickie James. I've been knocked down, counted out, written off, and told that my time was over more times than I can count."

She taps herself on the chest.

MICKIE JAMES: "And every single time, I found a way to come back."

Mickie leans forward, getting right into Julia's face.

MICKIE JAMES: "So let me save you the trouble of worrying about my health."

Before Julia manages to reach, Mickie launches out, delivering a Mick kick that sends Julia straight down to the canvas. The EAM Women's Championship belt drops out of her hands in the impact, and Mickie quickly leans over Julia, picking up the title before throwing it back at her.

MICKIE JAMES: "I. Am. Not. Hurt."

The crowd cheers.

MICKIE JAMES: "And you better believe me when I tell you that."

Julia's expression darkens for a moment as she gets back on her feet. Neither woman moves. The tension between them is almost unbearable. Then Julia adjusts the title on her shoulder and slowly smiles.

JULIA HART: "Well, in that case, Mickie, what are we waiting for?"

Julia drops the championship from her shoulder and holds it between them.

JULIA HART: "You want to prove that you're not hurt? You want to prove that you can still stand in this ring with me? You want to prove that you're every bit the woman you claim to be?"

Julia steps back and spreads her arms.

JULIA HART: "I'm ready bitch! Right here! Right now! We can do this tonight, next week, or any time you want. You name the place, you name the time, and I'll be there. Trust me!"

There is a murmur among the audience now, as Julia's voice rises to an ever higher pitch.

JULIA HART: "Because unlike you, Mickie, I don't need to hide behind interruptions and sneak attacks. I don't need to play games. I don't need to wait for the perfect moment. I am the EAM Women's Champion, and I am ready to fight anyone who thinks they can take this away from me!"

Mickie stares at Julia for a few seconds. Then she smiles.

Not a nervous smile. Not an uncertain smile. But a knowing smile.

MICKIE JAMES: "Oh, Julia. Bless your cold, dark, little heart."

The crowd reacts as Mickie takes a slow step away from the champion.

MICKIE JAMES: "You really don't understand, do you?"

JULIA HART: "Understand what?"

Julia is furious at this point. Becoming even madder because Mickie acts so calm.

Mickie tilts her head, looking Julia directly in the eyes.

MICKIE JAMES: "That good things come to those who are patient."

Julia's expression is hard to read at this point.

MICKIE JAMES: "Sometimes, the best things in life are worth waiting for. Sometimes, you have to let things happen in their own time. And sometimes, no matter how badly you want something, you simply have to be patient and wait until the moment is right."

Mickie slowly circles Julia, who follows her with an increasingly irritated expression.

MICKIE JAMES: "So..... you just keep holding that championship close, sweetheart. Keep defending it. Keep fighting. Keep telling yourself that nobody can touch you."

Mickie stops directly in front of Julia again.

MICKIE JAMES: "And when the time comes? When the moment is right? Maybe you'll get exactly what you've been asking for this whole time..."

Julia stares at her, about to explode.

JULIA HART: "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Mickie is still calm, and simply smiles back.

JULIA HART: "You come out here, interrupt my business, tell me you're not injured, tell me you can still fight, and then you stand there and tell me to be patient?"

Julia laughs in disbelief, as this is not something she had anticipated.

JULIA HART: "No! No, no, no. You're not going to do this to me...."

She steps forward, getting inches from Mickie's face.

JULIA HART: "You don't get to walk into MY ring, run your mouth, and then decide that you're too good to back it up. You don't get to play mind games with me and pretend that you're somehow above all of this."

Julia points toward the entrance.

JULIA HART: "You want to know what I think? I think you're a coward, Mickie."

The crowd reacts loudly.

JULIA HART: "I think you're scared. I think you know that the moment you step into that ring with me again, I'm going to finish what I started. And I think that deep down, beneath all the smiles and all the speeches about being a legend, you're terrified of finding out that your time is out!"

Julia gets closer, her voice turning venomous now.

JULIA HART: "You're hiding behind some imaginary injury because you don't want to admit that the woman you used to be is gone. You're hiding behind your past because you know that your future belongs to me. The future of this whole division belongs to me."

Julia raises the championship belt up between them.

JULIA HART: "And, you want to know what the saddest part is? You know it, too!"

For the first time, Mickie's smile disappears completely. She looks down at the mat, not wanting to look Julia in the eyes.

JULIA Hart: " You see?! You're a coward! You can't even look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you!"

The crowd quiets as Mickie takes a deep breath. When she looks back up, there is something different in her eyes. The anger is still there, but it has been replaced by something far more complicated. Mickie takes on step towards Julia, getting straight in her face.

MICKIE JAMES: "You think I'm a coward?!"

Mickie lets out a small, almost disbelieving laugh.

MICKIE JAMES: "You really think that's what this is about? You are even more delusional than I thought."

She shakes her head, and for a moment, she struggles to find the next words.

MICKIE JAMES: "Julia, as usual, you have absolutely no idea what the hell you're talking about."

JULIA HART: "Then tell me! Tell everybody! What is it? What possible reason could you have for standing here and refusing to fight me after what you did, if you're not injured?"

Mickie looks out at the crowd. She pauses, swallowing hard, as though she is trying to make a decision she never expected to have to make in this ring. And when she speaks again, her voice is quieter and calmer.

MICKIE JAMES: "Because sometimes, Julia, life throws something at you that is bigger than a championship. Bigger than a rivalry. Bigger than proving a point to someone who doesn't understand what any of it means."

Julia folds her arms, impatient for Mickie to get to the point.

JULIA HART: "Oh, here we go again. Another speech."

Mickie looks at her, and her eyes begin to glisten.

MICKIE JAMES: "No Julie. No speech."

She takes a breath.

MICKIE JAMES: "Something happened, Julia. Something that changed things for me. Something that changed the way I have to look at every decision I make from this moment forward."

Mickie presses her lips together, fighting back the emotion rising in her throat.

MICKIE JAMES: "And I didn't want to come out here and talk about it. I didn't want to stand in front of all these people and make this about something personal. Because this was supposed to be about you and me. About what you did to me. About what you wanted to take away from me."

She glances at Julia's championship for a second before continuing.

MICKIE JAMES: "But you want to stand here and call me a coward? You want to tell me that I'm afraid of you?"

Mickie shakes her head, a tear beginning to form.

MICKIE JAMES: "Then maybe it's time you understood why I can't give you what you want."

The arena falls completely silent. Mickie places a hand gently against her stomach.

MICKIE JAMES: "I'm not hurt Julia .... I'm pregnant!"

For a moment, the world seems to stop.

The crowd erupts in shock, followed by a wave of cheers and emotional reactions. Julia's expression changes instantly. The anger drains from her face, replaced by confusion, disbelief, and a dawning realization of what Mickie has just told her.

Mickie looks down briefly, smiling through her tears.

MICKIE JAMES: "I'm going to be a mother."

She takes another breath, trying to compose herself.

MICKIE JAMES: "And as much as I would love nothing more than to stand across from you and take that championship away from you, to crush all your dreams and hopes, laying your career in ruins, I have something else to think about now. Someone else...."

Mickie's hand remains against her stomach.

MICKIE JAMES: "For years, this business has been my life. I've sacrificed, I've fought, I've bled, and I've given everything I had to moments like this. And if you had asked me before, I would have told you that there was nothing in this world that could make me walk away from a fight."

She looks back at Julia.

MICKIE JAMES: "But now? Now, there's something more important than my pride. More important than revenge. More important than proving to you, or anybody else, that I can still go."

Her voice trembles.

MICKIE JAMES: "And that doesn't make me a coward. It makes me a mother!"

The crowd applauds, and Mickie takes a moment to compose herself.

MICKIE JAMES: "So no, Julia. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not hiding from you. And I'm not making lame excuses. I'm making a choice. And it's a choice I will never apologize to anyone for!"

Julia looks away, visibly struggling to process what she has heard. Her fingers tighten around the championship. For once, the woman who always seems to have an answer has nothing to say.

Mickie wipes away a tear and takes a steadying breath. The sadness in her eyes gives way to determination.

MICKIE JAMES: "But don't you dare mistake this for the end of our story."

Julia slowly looks back at her.

MICKIE JAMES: "Because one day, when the time is right, when I can come back and give this business everything it deserves from me again, I will be waiting at the end of that line."

Mickie points toward the championship.

MICKIE JAMES: "And if you're still the EAM Women's Champion by that time, Julia Hart, then you better be ready. Because I intend to take back what is mine. Because this is MY ring!"

The crowd erupts once again and Mickie takes a few steps back, allowing her words to sink in.

MICKIE JAMES: "So enjoy this moment, sweetheart. Enjoy the championship. Enjoy every single victory you get between now and then. And make sure to cherish every single one of them... Because when I come back, I won't be coming for an apology. I won't be coming for an explanation. And I certainly won't be coming to ask for permissions."

Mickie lowers her microphone.

MICKIE JAMES: "I'll be coming for you!"

The crowd cheers as Mickie turns toward the ropes. Before she can leave, she pauses and glances back over her shoulder.

MICKIE JAMES: "Oh, and Julia?"

Julia looks up, still visibly shaken.

MICKIE JAMES: "Good luck defending that strap this sunday. I heard you are facing Chelsea Green."

Mickie laughs and is about to leave the ring when music once again cranks the arena speakers, and it is Chelsea Green's entrance song. The mood in the whole arena changes in an instant.

Chelsea Green steps onto the stage, looking absolutely delighted to find herself walking into a situation this explosive. She has a microphone in hand before she even reaches the ramp, and she is already shaking her head at the scene unfolding in front of her.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Wow!"

Chelsea walks down the rampway to the ring area, while speaking the whole time.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Wow, wow, wow. I leave you people alone for five minutes, and suddenly we're having emotional revelations, career-threatening rivalries, and surprise announcements?"

She climbs up on the apron and enters the ring, first putting focus on Mickie who is leaning towards the corner.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Mickie, congratulations! Truly. That's wonderful news. Really, really wonderful. I am so glad for you, really, truly. Wow! A mom huh? That's wild!"

But her expression changes the moment she turns towards Julia.

CHELSEA GREEN: "But I have to say, this is a very interesting time for you to be making announcements, because while everybody is standing around crying and hugging and talking about the future and whatnot, some of us actually has the chance of becoming EAM Women's Champion this sunday!"

Julia is clearly annoyed. But all of this seems to amuse Mickie.

CHELSEA GREEN: "And by some of us, I mean me! Offcourse! Because this Sunday, I am to stepping in the ring with Julia Hart, the champion who apparently has so much unfinished business with everyone in this company that she can't even focus on the woman who's about to take the title away from her. Ready to make her own story... Yours truly... Chelsea Green!"

Julia finally snaps out of her daze and turns toward Chelsea, her anger returning with renewed force now.

JULIA HART: "You have got to be kidding me?!"

Julia takes a step towards Chelsea.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Who? Me?! I am not kidding you. Actually, if you think about it, I am the ONE person in this entire building who is actually focused on the important thing right now."

She points at the championship.

CHELSEA GREEN: "That title! YOUR precious title! The one you are supposed to be defending against ME! This Sunday!"



CHELSEA GREEN: "But now..... thanks to all of this, I have to wonder whether you are actually capable of keeping your mind on the match and task at hand. Because, Julia..... To be fair.... you look a little distracted, Honey."

She tilts her head for dramatic effect, looking at Julia.

CHELSEA GREEN: "A little emotional perhaps? A little confused maybe? It's Almost as if you just realized that the world doesn't revolve around you."

Julia steps toward her, clutching the championship.

JULIA HART: "You want to talk about Sunday? Fine! Let's talk about Sunday. Your funeral..... And stop calling me Sweetheart and Honey!!!

Julia takes on step towards Chelsea, holding the title up between them.

JULIA HART: " You think you are clever do you Chelsea? You think you can play mind games on me? I'm literally the girl who invented mind games, Bitch! And after I am done with you, Chelsea Green, you're going to wish you had stayed backstage, and not putting your nose in grown-up women's business"

CHELSEA GREEN: "Oooooo.... I am shaking in my designer boots."

Chelsea laughs, then turns to address the crowd.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Listen, everybody. I know you're all very excited about Mickie's wonderful news and all, and believe me, I am happy for her. I really am. But I have a feeling that come Sunday, there will be even more reason to celebrate, when Julia Hart finds out that she can't keep this championship forever, and loses it to Me!"

Julia lunges forward, but Chelsea immediately retreats behind the referee-less space between them, laughing as she holds up her hands.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy, champ! Save that energy for Sunday!"

Julia snarls at her.

JULIA HART: "Get out of my ring!"

Chelsea backs toward the ropes, but before she leaves, she gives Julia one last smile.

CHELSEA GREEN: "Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts, Julia. Because on Sunday, the spotlight belongs to Chelsea Green."

Chelsea drops to the floor and backs up the ramp, laughing and gesturing toward the championship.

Julia stands in the ring, furious, her eyes locked on Chelsea as she disappears up the entranceway. Then she looks back toward Mickie, who has remained near the ropes, watching the champion with a mixture of sadness and determination.

For a brief moment, their eyes meet.

There is no challenge. No physical confrontation. No final insult.

Just the understanding that their story is far from over.

Mickie gives Julia one last nod before stepping through the ropes and making her way up the ramp, one hand resting protectively against her stomach.

Julia watches her go, then slowly turns toward the championship in her hands.

She raises it above her head, but this time, there is no triumphant smile.

There is only anger.

And uncertainty....

We cut to commercials....


As we get back, Jillian and Beth is almost out of words because of what we just witnessed, but when they get their hinges back to gether, they can inform us that tonights first matchup will be for the NWA World Women's Tag Team Championships, and then we get a small video recap showing how Deonna and Tessa earned their shot.

NWA World Women's Tag Team Championship Matchup
Pretty Empowered (Kenzie & Kylie Paige) (c) Vs Deonna Purrazzo & Tessa Blanchard

The opening bell rings to a thunderous ovation as Deonna Purrazzo and Kylie Paige lock up in the center of the ring. Purrazzo immediately showcases her world-renowned technical prowess, taking Kylie to the mat with a crisp arm-drag into a tight hammerlock. Kylie scrambles to her corner, making the desperate tag to Kenzie Paige. The champions try to reset, but Tessa Blanchard tags in, met with a chorus of mixed reactions from the crowd. Tessa wastes no time, driving Kenzie back with a series of lightning-fast forearm smashes before tagging Purrazzo back into the fray.

For the next several minutes, the challengers dominate the pace through seamless tag team combinations and targeted limb manipulation. Purrazzo locks in a modified abdominal stretch, grinding down Kenzie while keeping her isolated from her sister. However, championship resilience proves formidable. Kylie interferes behind the referee’s back, pulling Purrazzo’s ankle and allowing Kenzie to create separation with a sudden back suplex.

Pretty Empowered seizes momentum, cutting the ring in half and employing classic heel tag team tactics. Quick tags, frequent double-teaming behind the referee's blind spot, and constant rapid-fire taunts frustrate the challengers. Tessa eventually receives the hot tag, exploding into the match with a clothesline flurry, a flying cross-body onto both champions, and a brutal running knee to Kenzie that nearly secures the victory.

The climax of the match erupts when all four competitors spill into the ring. Purrazzo locks the Fujiwara Armbar on Kylie, while Tessa sets Kenzie up for the Magnum. Just as the referee prepares to count the three, Kenzie frantically drags her boot across the bottom rope, forcing a rope break. Sensing danger and realizing they are seconds away from losing their crowns, the champions orchestrate a calculated escape. Kylie rolls to the outside floor while Kenzie deliberately shoves Tessa into the ring post. As the referee's count climbs toward nine, Kenzie and Kylie slide back into the ring just to break the count, settling for a count-out loss rather than losing their titles. The referee signals for the bell, meaning Pretty Empowered retains the gold by count-out.

Winners and still NWA Word Woamn's Tag Team Champion: Pretty Empowered (Kenzie & Kylie Paige)

- As we get back from commercials, music cranks the arena speakers and Primetime Bitch Champion; Kamille walks out and joins Beth and Jillian at commentary for our next match.

Singles Matchup
Rematch From Grandslam 18
Jade Cargill Vs Lash Legend

The atmosphere is electric as the rematch from Grandslam 18 gets underway. Jade Cargill and Lash Legend meet face-to-face in the center of the ring, a clash of sheer athletic dominance and raw power. The bell sounds, and neither woman gives an inch. They exchange heavy clubbing blows, shaking the canvas with every impact. Lash catches Jade off guard with a surprise sidewalk slam, immediately trying to press her advantage with ground-and-pound strikes. Jade powers out, using her explosive vertical leap to nail Lash with a spinning kick to the midsection that halts her momentum.

Both competitors trade signature offense as the match spills to the outside. Jade attempts to hurl Lash into the steel steps, but Lash reverses it, sending the former champion crashing ribs-first into the barricade. Inside the commentary booth, Kamille watches intently, offering sharp, analytical commentary on the brutality unfolding below.

Back in the ring, Lash takes full control, hitting a devastating running boot in the corner followed by a spinebuster that shakes the ring. Jade digs deep into her reserves, fighting back with a flurry of clotheslines and her signature pump kick, but the damage to her midsection proves too severe. As Jade lifts Lash for Jaded, her ribs buckle under the weight. Lash slips out the back, counters with a brutal rolling slam, and hooks the leg for the three-count, securing a massive win to avenge her previous defeat.

As the referee raises Lash Legend’s hand in victory, Kamille abruptly removes her headset, stands up from the commentary desk, and marches with purpose toward the backstage ramp. Just as Kamille reaches the stage, none other than her tag team partner, Nikkita Lyons, walks out from behind the curtain. There is an intense, unblinking stare-down between the two partners. Not a single word is spoken, but the tension is palpable as Nikkita slowly gestures vaguely with her head toward the championship belt draped securely over Kamille's shoulder, laying down a silent challenge.

Winner: Lash Legend

We cut to commercials and get an announcement regarding tomorrows episode of " Saturday Night Showcase " before we return to the arena for tonights main event.

EAM Women's Tag Team Championships Matchup
Piper/Jax (c) Vs Alexa Bliss & Charlotte Flair

The bell rings, and Piper and Nia Jax immediately use their massive size and strength advantage to bully Alexa Bliss. Piper tosses Alexa across the ring like a ragdoll, cutting off any hope of an early tag to Charlotte Flair. Nia Jax tags in, continuing the assault with heavy clubbing blows and a thunderous headbutt that grounds Alexa completely. The champions isolate Alexa in their corner, mocking Charlotte as the challengers' co-captain desperately reaches out for a tag.

Alexa finally creates an opening by sidestepping a charging Nia Jax, sending the challenger shoulder-first into the steel ring post. Alexa crawls across the canvas and makes the hot tag to Charlotte Flair. Charlotte enters the ring like a house on fire, unleashing a sequence of chops, a picture-perfect explodere suplex to Piper, and a high-impact boot to Nia that clears the canvas.

The match descends into chaos as all four women trade signature moves. Charlotte locks the Figure-Eight on Piper, while Alexa simultaneously locks a sleeper hold on Nia to prevent interference. Just as Piper looks ready to tap out, Nia breaks free from Alexa and drives a massive leg drop into Charlotte's back, saving her partner from defeat.

Frustrated and realizing the relentless pressure from Bliss and Flair, Piper and Jax decide they've had enough. Remembering their playbook from Grandslam, the champions roll out of the ring, grab their title belts, and start walking backward up the entrance ramp, attempting to get themselves counted out and escape with their championships intact.

Before the referee can wave off the match in a count-out, EAM authority figure Quinn McKay marches out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. McKay blocks their path, shakes her head, She is getting tired of this Bullshit from Piper and Jax. before announcing that Piper and Jax will be forced to defend their titles against Bliss and Flair once again tomorrow night at Saturday Night Showcase.

The Match ends in a no-contest

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A 3 Hour TV Special - Live from The Humphrey Coliseum, Starkville/Mississippi




As the show opens we find ourselves backstage with a camer crew, as Piper, Jax, Charlotte and Alexa is already going at each other, after bumping into each other in the parking lot. They manage to do some damage however (especially to a couple of cars nearby) before security enters the scene and seperates them, avoiding further carnage. GM Quinn McKay enters the scene next. Clearly both disappointed and annoyed by the girls behaviour, and she does nothing to hide it. She tells them to save the energy for the audience, and for the titles. If not, there will be consequences to their actions. We cut to the shows vignette as the four of them gets escorted into the building by security, with a very upset GM taking up the rear, walking in last....


Singles Mathup
Prince Devitt Vs John Morrison


As we get back from commercials, we find ourselves in GM Randy Orton's Office when Jon Moxley walks in.

Orton: " Ahh! Just the guy I was looking for! "

Moxley: " What now? "

Orton: " What's with the attitude pal? Arent you happy? You are a champion again! "

Moxley: " Yeah! Yeah! What did you want me for? I am here now ! "

Orton: " Being in the business for so long that you have been, you probably understand that being a champion comes with some responsibilities, right? "

Moxley " Yes? "

Orton: " And especially being The Television Champion. Because, as the name of the title imply, it should be defended on TV... "

Moxley " Get to the point Randall... I'm starting to lose patience... "

Orton: " Yeah! Offcouse! And since tonight is a 3 Hour TV special. It would be strange not to have The Television title defended am I right? "

Moxley is getting impatient and grumpy at this point. He adjusts the title on his shoulder.

Moxley: " Just tell me who I need to beat the crap out of to get my paycheck already! "

Orton: " Well, Joe Gacy thought his debut was a bit of a let down, because of what happened and all that... "

Moxley: " It was you who interfered! "

Orton: " Yes. Because I only want the best for you, old pal "

Moxey: " Yeah sure. That's why.... "

Orton: " So I granted Joe a rematch. Tonight. And I let him choose the stipulation. You know, because that's just the kind of boss I am "

Moxley: " I don't care what the stipulations are. Just keep the fuck away this time ok? I don't need your help! "

Orton: " Ohh... I wouldn't dream about it.... "

As Moxley walks trough the gorilla position, he is met by a sea of ravenous fans, waving everything from everyday kitchen items to bandy sticks, truly excited to have EAM visiting their town. Somebody sent out a memo, obviously, as all these fans are stacked to the brim with items made to hurt a human body. That's a memo Moxley never got...Obviously...


Fans Bring The Weapons Matchup For The EAM Television Championship (read below first)
Jon Moxley (c) Vs Joe Gacy


- During the match, Joe grabs for a fans weapon, but the fan refuse to let go of the frying pan which Joe grabbed a hold off. As Joe turns around to confront the fan, who is dressed up in some sort of Kane/Skeleton luchador mask, he gets knocked right in the face by the fans casted arm. Moxley capitalize on this, grabbing Gacy and delivers a devastating Paradigm Shift on the concrete outside before he quickly rolls Gacy back into the ring for the three count, while the masked fan is nowhere to be seen....


*****

We go backstag next, where we hook up with MJF and the other guys in The Dynasty. MJF pays them off for " trying " to help him out. He tells them that he bears no grudges, after all, thats how the business is (Is this a subtle hint of MJF turning face?) He then tells them that he might have use of them at a later date, if they are interested that is. Then he tells them about the poeple who calls themselves The Algorithm, and how they think they are " the hot stuff " etc. before he gets brutally interrupted when none other than Santino Marella walks up to the scene, dressed in his Sherlock Holmes outfit. Hat, magnifying glass, pipe and all... MJF laughs and tries to make a joke, but Santino gets up in his face, telling him that MJF knows something. Santino can tell. It's one of his powers. MJF shakes his head and says he does not know what the hell Santino is talking about, but then Santino tells MJF about Jon Hendry, and how he went missing after being brought to the hospital, after a match against none other than MJF himself! There is clearly some loose ends here, and Santino will find them. He walks off before MJF or any of the other manage to reply to this absurdness. We cut back to the arena for our next match hearing either Richard Holliday or Alexander Hammerstone say;

" Who the fuck is Jon Hendry? "


Tag Team Matchup
reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs Triple C & Chad Gable

- After the match, Triple C picks up a microphone and announces that he will be competing in tomorrows Open Invitational Ladder Match. Something that truly shocks Gable, as this truly comes out of the blue.


Singles Mathup
Rematch From Grandslam 18
Winner Gets A Titleshot At The Ornate Prime Championship
Will Ospreay Vs Johnny Gargano


Before our main event we cut back to GM Randy Orton's office, where Shawn Michaels has walked in. Orton tells him to sit down, then asks him how he feels about tomorrows match against Cm Punk? After all, it could be Shawns last. But... What if he won? Being able to hold that 10 pounds of gold with the label " EAM World Heavyweight Champion " on it, one more time? Shawn agrees it sounds intriguing, after all, he has nothing to lose at this point, except his career that is. But, he has done it all. So as far as Shawn see it, this is just the icing on the cake of a grand career. Orton gets up, telling Shawn he absolutely agrees. That's why he has decided to lose the stipulation for tomorrows match. But only for tomorrows match. Then he tells Shawn to make the best of it. Shawn thanx Orton and says he will. As he leaves he bumps into a bloodied and bruised Jon Moxley, who seems very much the opposite of being in a good mood.

Moxley: " There! Been there, done that! You think you are pretty clever dont you Randall? But you see, you are not the only one who has " friends ", and me and my " friend " might just have ended Joe Gacy's career in EAM before he even got one. So... what's your next move boss? Any clever ideas? "

Orton leans back in his chair and seems to think about it for a second before he replies.

Orton: " Yeah... I think I got one... "

Moxley " Oh yeah? Please tell me. "

Orton gets a smug expression on his face.

Orton " You'll see.... "

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


EAM Womens Tag Team Championship Matchup (Read below first)
Piper/Jax (c) Vs Charlotte Flair & Alexa Bliss

- The match ends in complete chaos again, as Piper and Jax once again find themselves at the brink of losing, and once again tries to go the easy route. This whole commotion ends with GM Quinn McKay walking out on the stage, declaring to everyone, but especially to Piper and Jax. Quinn is sick of how Piper and Jax have gone from being a force, to making a laughinstock out of the whole division, not to mention The EAM Womens Tag Team Championships. It's not as if she roots for anyone in particular, but at this point, Piper and Nia better show that they actually want to be champions, because in Quinn's mind, Charlotte and Alexa would be such better champions. But by any means, Piper and Nia have it all in their hands to prove Quinn wrong. Because tomorrow, Piper and Nia will once again be defending their titles against Charlotte and Alexa. But.... Trying to take the easy way out wont be a options, because you cannot escape to win, or retain.... In A Reverse Escape Cage Match!

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A 3 Hour TV Special - Live from The Humphrey Coliseum, Starkville/Mississippi



As the show opens we find ourselves backstage with a camer crew, as Piper, Jax, Charlotte and Alexa is already going at each other, after bumping into each other in the parking lot. They manage to do some damage however (especially to a couple of cars nearby) before security enters the scene and seperates them, avoiding further carnage. GM Quinn McKay enters the scene next. Clearly both disappointed and annoyed by the girls behaviour, and she does nothing to hide it. She tells them to save the energy for the audience, and for the titles. If not, there will be consequences to their actions. We cut to the shows vignette as the four of them gets escorted into the building by security, with a very upset GM taking up the rear, walking in last....


Singles Mathup
Prince Devitt Vs John Morrison

The bell rings and the crowd immediately comes alive for a dream clash between Prince Devitt and John Morrison. Both men showcase their incredible athletic arsenals early, trading lightning-fast arm drags, evasion tactics, and stalemate counters that draw appreciative applause. Devitt relies on his brutal striking game, chopping Morrison into the corner before delivering a crisp running dropkick. Morrison answers back with his trademark parkour-inspired offense, leaping off the middle rope to catch Devitt with a spinning heel kick that halts the leader of the Bullet Club's momentum. The pace escalates rapidly as Devitt connects with a Bloody Sunday attempt, but Morrison slips out the back, using his flexibility to avoid disaster. In the closing moments, Devitt scales the ropes for the 1916, but Morrison springs up to the top rope, countering with a breathtaking Spanish Fly. Without missing a beat, Morrison rolls through, sets Devitt up, and hits a picture-perfect Starship Pain across the chest, hooking both legs to secure a hard-fought victory.

Winner: Jogn Morrison

As we get back from commercials, we find ourselves in GM Randy Orton's Office when Jon Moxley walks in.

Orton: " Ahh! Just the guy I was looking for! "

Moxley: " What now? "

Orton: " What's with the attitude pal? Arent you happy? You are a champion again! "

Moxley: " Yeah! Yeah! What did you want me for? I am here now ! "

Orton: " Being in the business for so long that you have been, you probably understand that being a champion comes with some responsibilities, right? "

Moxley " Yes? "

Orton: " And especially being The Television Champion. Because, as the name of the title imply, it should be defended on TV... "

Moxley " Get to the point Randall... I'm starting to lose patience... "

Orton: " Yeah! Offcouse! And since tonight is a 3 Hour TV special. It would be strange not to have The Television title defended am I right? "

Moxley is getting impatient and grumpy at this point. He adjusts the title on his shoulder.

Moxley: " Just tell me who I need to beat the crap out of to get my paycheck already! "

Orton: " Well, Joe Gacy thought his debut was a bit of a let down, because of what happened and all that... "

Moxley: " It was you who interfered! "

Orton: " Yes. Because I only want the best for you, old pal "

Moxey: " Yeah sure. That's why.... "

Orton: " So I granted Joe a rematch. Tonight. And I let him choose the stipulation. You know, because that's just the kind of boss I am "

Moxley: " I don't care what the stipulations are. Just keep the fuck away this time ok? I don't need your help! "

Orton: " Ohh... I wouldn't dream about it.... "

As Moxley walks trough the gorilla position, he is met by a sea of ravenous fans, waving everything from everyday kitchen items to bandy sticks, truly excited to have EAM visiting their town. Somebody sent out a memo, obviously, as all these fans are stacked to the brim with items made to hurt a human body. That's a memo Moxley never got...Obviously...


Fans Bring The Weapons Matchup For The EAM Television Championship (read below first)
Jon Moxley (c) Vs Joe Gacy

Weapons are legal and total chaos reigns as Jon Moxley and Joe Gacy tear into each other in this brutal Fans Bring The Weapons match. From the opening bell, both men throw caution to the wind, trading heavy strikes before diving into the weapons brought by the audience. Kendo sticks, steel chains, and trash cans litter the canvas as they batter each other across the arena. Moxley’s forehead is already painted crimson as Gacy drives a staple gun into the champion's shoulder, wearing a deranged, sadistic smile. Moxley fights back with pure, unadulterated grit, absorbing the punishment, dumping Gacy over the top rope, and crashing him into a towering pile of steel chairs on the outside.

Searching for even more carnage, Gacy wanders into the front row, looking to snatch a weapon from the surrounding spectators. He spots a shiny frying pan held tightly by a fan, reaching out to violently rip it away. But to Gacy's absolute shock, the fan refuses to let go, holding onto the handle with a stubborn death grip. Annoyed and thrown off balance, Gacy turns around to confront the spectator, who is bizarrely dressed in a terrifying Kane-and-skeleton luchador hybrid mask. Before Gacy can throw a punch, the masked fan swings a heavily casted arm, cracking Gacy right across the jaw with a sickening thud that drops him in his tracks.

The sudden opening is all Moxley needs. Capitalizing instantly, Moxley grabs a dazed Gacy, hoists him up, and drives him down with a devastating Paradigm Shift directly onto the exposed concrete floor outside. Knowing the match is sealed, Moxley quickly rolls Gacy’s limp body back inside the squared circle and drapes an arm over his chest. The referee slaps the canvas three times to confirm the title defense. As Moxley rises, he looks around in confusion, but the masked fan is already completely nowhere to be seen.

Winner: Jon Moxley

*****

We go backstag next, where we hook up with MJF and the other guys in The Dynasty. MJF pays them off for " trying " to help him out. He tells them that he bears no grudges, after all, thats how the business is (Is this a subtle hint of MJF turning face?) He then tells them that he might have use of them at a later date, if they are interested that is. Then he tells them about the poeple who calls themselves The Algorithm, and how they think they are " the hot stuff " etc. before he gets brutally interrupted when none other than Santino Marella walks up to the scene, dressed in his Sherlock Holmes outfit. Hat, magnifying glass, pipe and all... MJF laughs and tries to make a joke, but Santino gets up in his face, telling him that MJF knows something. Santino can tell. It's one of his powers. MJF shakes his head and says he does not know what the hell Santino is talking about, but then Santino tells MJF about Jon Hendry, and how he went missing after being brought to the hospital, after a match against none other than MJF himself! There is clearly some loose ends here, and Santino will find them. He walks off before MJF or any of the other manage to reply to this absurdness. We cut back to the arena for our next match hearing either Richard Holliday or Alexander Hammerstone say;

" Who the fuck is Jon Hendry? "


Tag Team Matchup
reDragon (Kyle O' Reilly & Bobby Fish) Vs Triple C & Chad Gable

The bell rings for a masterclass in technical tag team wrestling as reDragon (Kyle O'Reilly and Bobby Fish) face off against the unorthodox powerhouse duo of Triple C and Chad Gable. O'Reilly and Fish immediately establish tactical control, utilizing their signature MMA-inspired strikes, precise joint manipulation, and seamless tandem tags to keep Gable grounded. Trapped deep inside enemy territory, Gable absorbs a heavy dose of punishment before using his world-class amateur wrestling background to slip out of a backdrop attempt and create a brief window of separation.

Gable dives across the canvas to make the tag to Triple C, who enters the ring like a house on fire, clearing house with explosive high-impact clotheslines and a soaring crossbody to Fish. However, reDragon quickly regains the upper hand through calculated veteran cunning, isolating Triple C and cutting off the ring with brutal double-team maneuvers. O’Reilly locks in a vicious cross-armbreaker over the middle rope, while Fish distracts the official, pushing the challengers to their absolute physical limit.

Just as reDragon looks poised to finish off Triple C with their patented Chasing the Dragon combination, a sudden moment of miscommunication swings the match's entire momentum. Fish charges blindly into the corner but misses entirely, colliding shoulder-first with the steel ring post. Sensing blood in the water, Triple C manages to dive across the ring and make the desperate tag back to Chad Gable.

Gable explodes into the sequence with relentless, electric energy, executing a breathtaking series of high-angle German suplexes on both members of reDragon. As a dazed Fish stumbles backward, Gable locks in a punishing ankle lock, while Triple C dramatically cuts off O’Reilly’s rescue attempt with a high-flying suicide dive to the outside. Trapped dead center in the canvas, Bobby Fish has no choice left but to tap out, handing Triple C and Chad Gable a shocking, monumental upset victory.

As the referee raises their hands in celebration, Chad Gable wipes the sweat from his brow, smiling widely over the massive win. Triple C walks over, asking the timekeeper for a microphone. Gable nods, expecting a standard victory speech, but his smile instantly fades as Triple C raises the mic to his mouth.

"Hell of a win tonight," Triple C announces, staring out at the roaring crowd before turning his gaze toward the ramp. "Me and Gable proved we run this division. But I’m not done proving myself. Because tomorrow night... I am officially entering myself into the Open Invitational Ladder Match!"

The arena pops, but Chad Gable is left standing completely frozen in absolute disbelief, staring at his partner in utter shock as this massive announcement comes completely out of the blue.

Winner: Triple C and Chad Gable

Singles Mathup
Rematch From Grandslam 18
Winner Gets A Titleshot At The Ornate Prime Championship
Will Ospreay Vs Johnny Gargano

The intensity is palpable as Will Ospreay and Johnny Gargano step into the ring for this high-stakes rematch from Grandslam 18, with a coveted title shot at the Ornate Prime Championship hanging in the balance. The bell sounds, and the two elite competitors lock up, trading lightning-fast counters that leave the audience breathless. Gargano relies on his heart and technical mastery, grounding Ospreay with a sharp headlock and targeting the arm. Ospreay answers back with his unmatched speed and agility, catching Gargano off guard with a handspring enzuigiri that sends the challenger spilling to the outside.

Ospreay seizes momentum, scaling the ropes before launching himself over the top turnbuckle with a breathtaking corkscrew plancha, wiping out Gargano on the floor. Back inside the ring, the pace reaches a fever pitch. Gargano fires back with a succession of superkicks and a devastating slingshot DDT that nearly secures a three-count, only for Ospreay to kick out at the very last millisecond.

Both men empty their arsenals in a breathtaking sequence of near-falls. Gargano locks in the Gargano Escape, wrenching back on the submission in the center of the ring. Ospreay’s face turns purple as he fights the pain, using every ounce of his strength to drag himself toward the ropes, finally grabbing the bottom strand to force a break.

As the match crests its climax, Gargano attempts a running forearm, but Ospreay ducks under it with phenomenal reflexes. Ospreay connects with a blistering Hidden Blade to the back of the neck, drops Gargano with a brutal Stormbreaker, and hooks both legs. The referee counts one, two, three, sealing another definitive victory for Will Ospreay, just as he did at Grandslam 18, and punching his ticket to a shot at the Ornate Prime Championship.

Winner: Will Ospreay

Before our main event we cut back to GM Randy Orton's office, where Shawn Michaels has walked in. Orton tells him to sit down, then asks him how he feels about tomorrows match against Cm Punk? After all, it could be Shawns last. But... What if he won? Being able to hold that 10 pounds of gold with the label " EAM World Heavyweight Champion " on it, one more time? Shawn agrees it sounds intriguing, after all, he has nothing to lose at this point, except his career that is. But, he has done it all. So as far as Shawn see it, this is just the icing on the cake of a grand career. Orton gets up, telling Shawn he absolutely agrees. That's why he has decided to lose the stipulation for tomorrows match. But only for tomorrows match. Then he tells Shawn to make the best of it. Shawn thanx Orton and says he will. As he leaves he bumps into a bloodied and bruised Jon Moxley, who seems very much the opposite of being in a good mood.

Moxley: " There! Been there, done that! You think you are pretty clever dont you Randall? But you see, you are not the only one who has " friends ", and me and my " friend " might just have ended Joe Gacy's career in EAM before he even got one. So... what's your next move boss? Any clever ideas? "

Orton leans back in his chair and seems to think about it for a second before he replies.

Orton: " Yeah... I think I got one... "

Moxley " Oh yeah? Please tell me. "

Orton gets a smug expression on his face.

Orton " You'll see.... "

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


EAM Womens Tag Team Championship Matchup (Read below first)
Piper/Jax (c) Vs Charlotte Flair & Alexa Bliss

The tension reaches its boiling point as Piper and Nia Jax defend the EAM Women's Tag Team Championships against the relentless duo of Charlotte Flair and Alexa Bliss. From the opening bell, Charlotte and Alexa press the action, utilizing fast tags and double-team offense to neutralize the massive size advantage of the champions. Bliss takes flight with a Twisted Bliss attempt, but Nia Jax pulls Piper out of harm's way just in time. The champions regain control through sheer brute force, isolating Charlotte in their corner with clubbing blows and punishing backbreakers.

Charlotte digs deep, showing incredible resilience before finally creating enough separation to make the hot tag to Alexa. Bliss enters like a tornado, hitting a flurry of kicks and a DDT on Nia, while Charlotte locks the Figure-Eight submission on Piper. The champions look to be on the absolute brink of losing their titles in total chaos once again. Panicking as defeat stares them in the face, Piper and Jax resort to their old habits, rolling out to the floor, grabbing their title belts, and attempting to walk away up the ramp to secure a count-out escape.

Before they can make it to the curtain, General Manager Quinn McKay’s music hits, and she marches angrily out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.

"Enough!" Quinn shouts, her voice echoing through the arena as she blocks their path. She stares down the champions with pure disgust. "I am sick and tired of how you two have gone from being a dominant force to making an absolute laughingstock out of this entire division—not to mention the EAM Women's Tag Team Championships! Let's be honest, I'm not rooting for anyone in particular, but at this point, Charlotte and Alexa would be infinitely better champions than the cowards standing in front of me right now."

Quinn continues, pointing a stern finger at Piper and Nia. "However, you have it all in your hands to prove me wrong. Because tomorrow night, you will defend these titles against Charlotte and Alexa once again. But let me make one thing crystal clear: trying to take the easy way out won't be an option anymore. You cannot escape to win, or retain—because tomorrow night, it's going down inside a Reverse Escape Cage Match!"

Match ends in a no-contest yet again

[Smartmark]

Live on PPV from Biloxi, Mississippi/USA




CARD


The arena is jampacked with fans as the show starts and Melissa Santos is making the announcements, as this PPV is opening up with a match for The EAM Television Championship. Moxley makes his way down the ramp with a smug smile on his face. As he reaches the ringside area, hetakes a turn around the ring and grabs a microphone from the announce table before rolling into the ring and his music fades.

Moxley: Ok Randall! Get your ass out here! I know It's you I'm facing, so let's get this over with, so we both can take an early night. You in the hospital, and me, celebrating my win backtage with a couple of beers.

There is no response, but suddenly the titantron starts to flicker and Randy appears on the screen.

Orton: Hey Jon! Up here!

Orton gestures for Moxley to look up at the VIP balcony, where he is sitting together with JBL and Mick Foley.

Orton: I think there has been some kind of misunderstanding here Jon. Because, as you can see, I am not scheduled to wrestle tonight. As the GM, I am very confident, sitting here, supervising it all. So, if I ever gave you the impression that you was gonna face me tonight, I apologize. And.... for what it is worth, I wish you good luck. Because you are gonna need it.

Moxley does not even manage to respond before the arena speakers cranks up. And when people realize who it is, they go bonkers. Not only that, but Moxley looks terrified.

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EAM Television Championship Matchup
Jon Moxley (c) Vs ?????

Tag Team Matchup
Danhausen & Itchweed Vs Adam Cole & Jay White

EAM Primetime Bitch Championship Matchup
Kamille (c) Vs Nikkita Lyons

EAM Tag Team Championships Matchup
The Algorithm (Eli Drake & Logan Paul) (c) Vs Jack Vaughn & Donovan Cecil

Ornate Prime Championship Matchup
WALTER (c) Vs Will Ospreay

After a short commercial for the next EAM PPV, which will be the 13th installment of Wrass Bash, and this year it will be from Monterrey, Mexio. And it will be a co-lab with some Mexican promotions (more information on that later) we go back to the arena, where Lucha Bros' music cranks the speakers, allthough they are not scheduled to wrestle tonight. They walk out on the stage together with a cloaked individual. They make they way down the ramp and into the ring, where Penta gives the cloaked person a microphone. As the music fades, the cloaked person starts to speak, asking everyone if they missed her, then revealing herself as Rey and Penta's former manager, Salina de la Renta. She speaks about how things certaintly has gone down the drain since last time she popped by. But, that's not the point right now. The point, is that her boys have been mis-treated, and should have some sort of compensation. After all, this is no way to treat the greatest tag team in pro wrestling history. We demand retribution! We demand revenge! So unless you are a couple of cowards.... Hafthor! Eddie! Get your big, fat asses out here!

For a couple of seconds, there are no response. But then, music cranks the arena speakers, and Hafthor and Hall, enters the stage. Salina with a evil smirk on her face....

Tag Team Matchup
Lucha Bros (Rey Fenix & Pentagon Jr.) w/Salina de la Renta Vs Hafthor & Hall

Reverse Escape Cage Matchup For The EAM Womens Tag Team Championships
Samoan Scotch (Piper Niven & Nia Jax) (c) Vs Charlotte Flair & Alexa Bliss

" Take It Or Leave It " Open Invitational Ladder Matchup
Winner Will Get a Titleshot At Wrass Bash. Losers Will Be Fired!
Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli Vs ? Vs ? Vs ? Vs ? Vs ?

EAM Women's Championship Matchup
Julia Hart (c) Vs Chelsea Green

EAM World Heavyweight Championship Matchup
CM Punk (c) Vs Shawn Michaels

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Live on PPV from Biloxi, Mississippi/USA



CARD


The arena is jampacked with fans as the show starts and Melissa Santos is making the announcements, as this PPV is opening up with a match for The EAM Television Championship. Moxley makes his way down the ramp with a smug smile on his face. As he reaches the ringside area, hetakes a turn around the ring and grabs a microphone from the announce table before rolling into the ring and his music fades.

Moxley: Ok Randall! Get your ass out here! I know It's you I'm facing, so let's get this over with, so we both can take an early night. You in the hospital, and me, celebrating my win backtage with a couple of beers.

There is no response, but suddenly the titantron starts to flicker and Randy appears on the screen.

Orton: Hey Jon! Up here!

Orton gestures for Moxley to look up at the VIP balcony, where he is sitting together with JBL and Mick Foley.

Orton: I think there has been some kind of misunderstanding here Jon. Because, as you can see, I am not scheduled to wrestle tonight. As the GM, I am very confident, sitting here, supervising it all. So, if I ever gave you the impression that you was gonna face me tonight, I apologize. And.... for what it is worth, I wish you good luck. Because you are gonna need it.

Moxley does not even manage to respond before the arena speakers cranks up. And when people realize who it is, they go bonkers. Not only that, but Moxley looks terrified.

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EAM Television Championship Matchup
Jon Moxley (c) Vs Gene Snitskey

The arena is bathed in a harsh crimson glow as Jon Moxley marches to the ring, the EAM Television Championship slung over his shoulder, radiating pure intensity. Waiting for him inside the squared circle is the terrifying, imposing figure of Gene Snitskey. The bell sounds, and Moxley wastes no time, immediately charging forward with a flurry of frantic, closed-fist punches that rock Snitskey back against the ropes. But the challenger absorbs the impact with frightening ease, shaking off the strikes before grabbing Moxley by the throat and violently launching him across the mat.

The match quickly descends into a brutal, physical war of attrition. Moxley tries to chop down the giant, utilizing his signature relentless pace, biting and clawing at Snitskey’s forehead to draw early blood. The champion takes control outside the ring, driving Snitskey ribs-first into the steel barricade and slamming his head onto the unyielding announce table. However, Snitskey’s sheer size and raw power prove to be an insurmountable wall.

As the action rolls back inside, Snitskey catches a flying Moxley out of mid-air, crushing him with a devastating side slam that shakes the canvas. Moxley gasps for air, desperately fighting back with a series of elbows and attempting to lock in a rear-naked choke. Snitskey marches backward, ramming Moxley’s spine directly into the corner turnbuckle to break the hold.

Sensing the end is near, Snitskey hoists Moxley up onto his shoulders, effortlessly countering a desperation DDT attempt, and plants the champion flush into the canvas with a vicious, thunderous pumphandle slam. The referee drops to the mat, counting one, two, three. Gene Snitskey has won the EAM Television Championship.

Winner and NEW EAM TELEVISION CHAMPION: GENE SNITSKEY

As the referee raises Snitskey’s hand high, the newly crowned champion grabs his belt and heads up the ramp. Inside the ring, Moxley slowly pulls himself up to his knees, utterly stunned and unable to believe what just transpired. Breathing heavily, Moxley slowly lifts his gaze toward the VIP suite, fixing a dark, piercing, and intensely grim look upon Randy Orton, JBL, and Mick Foley as they watch on with calculated grins.


Tag Team Matchup
Danhausen & Itchweed Vs Adam Cole & Jay White

A bizarre and electrifying atmosphere fills the arena as Danhausen and his unpredictable partner, Itchweed, make their way to the ring, instantly declaring to the ring announcer that their official tag team name is henceforth "Hausen/Weed." Across the ring, Adam Cole and Jay White stand waiting, looking equal parts disgusted and bewildered by the absurdity standing before them.

The bell rings, and Adam Cole charges forward, looking to immediately decapitate Itchweed with a running bicycle kick. But Itchweed drops to the mat in an erratic, twitching heap, completely dodging the strike before springing back up and scratching aggressively at his own back, driving Cole into a frenzy of confusion. Jay White tags in, barking orders and trying to establish standard tag team control, but the sheer chaos of Hausen/Weed completely disrupts the "Switchblade’s" tactical mind. Danhausen tags in, immediately pointing a bony finger at White and attempting to curse him, shouting, "Love that Danhausen, curse you!"

Cole and White quickly resort to ruthless heel tactics, isolating Danhausen in their corner and utilizing quick tags, dual stomps, and suffocating holds to punish the very nice, very evil star. Every time Danhausen tries to crawl toward his corner, White cuts him off with a vicious snap suplex. But Danhausen taps into an unexpected well of resilience, biting Cole’s hand to create a microscopic window of separation.

With a final desperate lunge, Danhausen dives across the canvas and tags in Itchweed. The wild man explodes into the ring like a caffeine-fueled tornado, hitting erratic, unhinged clotheslines on both Cole and White, scratching, clawing, and rolling around the mat in pure madness. As White stumbles backward into the corner, dizzy from the confusion, Danhausen sneaks back in, slides underneath White’s legs, and hooks both boots into a schoolboy roll-up while Itchweed holds Cole back by the ankles. The referee counts one, two, three! Hausen/Weed pull off the shocking upset victory.

Winners: Danhausen and Itchweed

Adam Cole and Jay White are left standing in the ring, absolutely foaming at the mouth with blind fury over the embarrassing defeat. The moment the referee turns his back, Cole and White snap, launching a vicious sneak attack to blindside Danhausen and Itchweed from behind. They stomp away viciously, but before they can inflict serious damage, Itchweed pulls a cloud of mysterious itching powder from his trunks, flinging it right into Cole's eyes. Blinded and coughing, Cole stumbles into White, allowing Danhausen and Itchweed to slip out from under their grasp and scramble safely up the entrance ramp.

As they back up the stage, completely untouched, Jay White screams at the top of his lungs into a ringside microphone, his face red with rage. "This is NOT over!" White yells, pointing a trembling, furious finger at Danhausen. "You think you're clever with your little jokes and your freakish partner? I promise you, we are going to find a way to break you, Danhausen, and you are going to tell us exactly where Scurll is!"

EAM Primetime Bitch Championship Matchup
Kamille (c) Vs Nikkita Lyons

The tension in the arena is palpable as the championship spotlight shines on the clash between the reigning EAM Primetime Bitch Champion, Kamille, and her fierce challenger, Nikkita Lyons. The two powerhouse competitors meet dead center in the ring before the bell even sounds, locking eyes in an unblinking, hostile stare-down that sets the tone for a brutal, physical contest.

The referee calls for the bell, and Kamille immediately asserts her dominance, driving Nikkita back into the corner with a barrage of heavy shoulder blocks. Nikkita refuses to back down, ducking underneath a wild swing and answering back with a blistering sequence of high-velocity kicks that echo off the arena rafters. The challenger uses her agility to keep the champion off balance, dropping Kamille with a sudden spinning heel kick that earns a near-fall early in the match.

Sensing the danger, Kamille shifts her strategy, relying on her unmatched strength and veteran composure. She grounds Nikkita with a punishing bearhug, squeezing the life out of the challenger while trash-talking right into her face. Nikkita struggles against the immense pressure, her arms growing heavier by the second, but the roaring crowd rallies behind her, pumping adrenaline back into her veins. With a burst of sheer willpower, Nikkita drives her elbows into Kamille's ribs, breaking the hold and staggering the champion.

The match spills to the outside floor, where both women trade thunderous blows against the steel ring post. Kamille hoists Nikkita up and drops her spine-first across the protective barricade, nearly scoring a count-out victory as the referee's count reaches eight. Nikkita barely drags herself back inside the squared circle just in time.

In the climax of the match, both competitors empty their entire arsenals. Nikkita nails a devastating step-up enziguri and sets up for her signature split-legged leg drop, but Kamille explodes out of the corner with incredible speed, catching Nikkita mid-air. With a display of freakish, awe-inspiring power, Kamille catches her challenger, hoists her up into a torturous torture rack, and transitions seamlessly into a devastating swinging sidewalk slam right in the center of the canvas. Kamille hooks both legs tightly, and the referee slaps the mat three times. Kamille successfully retains her Primetime Bitch Championship, standing tall over a valiant Nikkita Lyons.

Winner and STILL EAM PRIMETIME BITCH CHAMPION: KAMILLE

EAM Tag Team Championships Matchup
The Algorithm (Eli Drake & Logan Paul) (c) Vs Jack Vaughn & Donovan Cecil

The arena buzzes with anticipation as the reigning EAM Tag Team Champions, The Algorithm—Eli Drake and Logan Paul—make their way to the ring, flashing a mix of arrogant grinds and smartphone-ready poses. Waiting for them are the hard-hitting, rugged challengers, Jack Vaughn and Donovan Cecil, who waste no time glaring down the champions from across the squared circle.

The bell rings, and Eli Drake immediately steps up, running his mouth before locking horns with Jack Vaughn. Vaughn shrugs off Drake’s trash talk, overpowering the champion with a series of crisp amateur takedowns and a thunderous shoulder block that sends Drake scrambling to his corner. Drake tags in Logan Paul, who enters to a chorus of deafening boos. Paul relies on his lightning-fast agility, ducking a clothesline and catching Cecil—who has just tagged in—with a sharp springboard dropkick.

For the next several minutes, The Algorithm showcases why they rule the tag team division, utilizing crisp tandem offense, quick tags, and constant ring generalship. Paul grounds Cecil with a side headlock while Drake paces the apron, shouting instructions and mocking the challengers. But Vaughn and Cecil refuse to stay down. Cecil uses a sudden back-body drop to create separation, lunging across the canvas to make the hot tag to Jack Vaughn.

Vaughn explodes into the match like a freight train, clearing house with a flurry of heavy clotheslines, a running boot to Drake, and a high-impact exploder suplex to Paul that rattles the canvas. The momentum shifts dramatically in favor of the challengers. Vaughn and Cecil lock in a synchronized offensive assault, hitting a devastating double-team spinebuster on Paul that leaves the social media star gasping for air.

As Vaughn hooks both legs for the pin, Eli Drake desperately dives into the ring, smashing a heavy forearm across the back of Vaughn's neck to break the count at two-and-a-half. Chaos erupts as all four men trade frantic, high-stakes blows in the center of the ring.

In the chaotic climax, Logan Paul distracts the referee on the apron, while Drake sneaks behind Vaughn, raking his eyes and hitting a sudden, illegal Blunt Force Trauma right into the mat. As Vaughn stumbles backward, dazed and blinded, Logan Paul leaps to the top turnbuckle and drills Cecil with a high-flying frog splash. Paul hooks the leg tight, and the referee drops to the mat for the three-count. The Algorithm successfully retains the EAM Tag Team Championships through a mix of elite athleticism and calculated underhanded tactics.

Winners and STILL EAM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: THE ALGORITHM (ELI DRAKE AND LOGAN PAUL)

Ornate Prime Championship Matchup
WALTER (c) Vs Will Ospreay

The atmosphere inside the arena is thick with palpable tension as the main event gets underway for the Ornate Prime Championship. WALTER stands in the center of the squared circle, the prestigious gold strapped firmly around his waist, radiating an aura of immovable, destructive dominance. Across from him stands Will Ospreay, breathing heavily, eyes locked entirely on the prize he desperately wants to capture. The bell rings, and the contrast in styles is immediately apparent.

WALTER attempts to close the distance early, but Ospreay utilizes his unmatched agility, darting in and out with lightning-fast kicks to the legs. However, the first time WALTER catches Ospreay’s leg, the entire momentum of the match shifts with a sickening thud. A chopping blow from the champion echoes through the rafters like a gunshot, dropping Ospreay instantly to the canvas. For the next several minutes, WALTER methodically dissects the challenger. He grounds Ospreay with suffocating wristlocks, bends his spine over his knee, and delivers a series of chest-caving chops that turn Ospreay’s chest a vibrant, bruised crimson.

Ospreay struggles to find any breathing room, but elite competitors find a way when pushed to the absolute edge. As WALTER charges in for another corner boot, Ospreay sidesteps, sending the champion shoulder-first into the steel ring post. The opening is all Ospreay needs to ignite. He explodes into a frantic sequence of high-speed offense—a handspring enziguri, a flurry of rapid-fire strikes, and a breathtaking corkscrew plancha that wipes out WALTER on the outside floor.

The action spills back inside, and the match reaches a fever pitch. Ospreay scales the ropes, launching himself with a missile dropkick, followed by a sickeningly sharp Hidden Blade to the back of the neck. WALTER staggers, his massive frame wobbling on unsteady legs. Sensing the historical moment, Ospreay hoists the champion up, fighting through sheer exhaustion to hit a devastating Stormbreaker right in the center of the ring. The crowd erupts into deafening pandemonium. The referee dives to the mat, counting: One! Two! Three—no!

In a jaw-dropping, miraculous display of superhuman resilience, WALTER throws his shoulder off the canvas at the very last millisecond, a microscopic fraction before the third slap. The arena gasps in absolute disbelief. Ospreay sits back on his heels, his hands clutching his head, utterly paralyzed by shock that his absolute best wasn't enough to put the champion away.

Seizing upon Ospreay's momentary hesitation, the beast awakens. WALTER surges forward with terrifying fury. He intercepts Ospreay’s follow-up strike, locking his massive hand around the challenger's throat before folding him in half with a brutal, spine-shattering powerbomb. Without missing a beat, WALTER pulls Ospreay back to his feet, winds up, and unleashes a decapitating, lariat clothesline that flips Ospreay completely inside out. WALTER drapes a heavy arm across Ospreay's chest. The referee slaps the mat three times. WALTER secures the victory, successfully defending the Ornate Prime Championship and turning back the ultimate challenge.

Winner and STILL ORNATE PRIME CHAMPION: WALTER

After a short commercial for the next EAM PPV, which will be the 13th installment of Wrass Bash, and this year it will be from Monterrey, Mexio. And it will be a co-lab with some Mexican promotions (more information on that later) we go back to the arena, where Lucha Bros' music cranks the speakers, allthough they are not scheduled to wrestle tonight. They walk out on the stage together with a cloaked individual. They make they way down the ramp and into the ring, where Penta gives the cloaked person a microphone. As the music fades, the cloaked person starts to speak, asking everyone if they missed her, then revealing herself as Rey and Penta's former manager, Salina de la Renta. She speaks about how things certaintly has gone down the drain since last time she popped by. But, that's not the point right now. The point, is that her boys have been mis-treated, and should have some sort of compensation. After all, this is no way to treat the greatest tag team in pro wrestling history. We demand retribution! We demand revenge! So unless you are a couple of cowards.... Hafthor! Eddie! Get your big, fat asses out here!

For a couple of seconds, there are no response. But then, music cranks the arena speakers, and Hafthor and Hall, enters the stage. Salina with a evil smirk on her face....

Tag Team Matchup
Lucha Bros (Rey Fenix & Pentagon Jr.) w/Salina de la Renta Vs Hafthor & Hall

The bell rings and the air inside the arena instantly electric as four of the most dangerous men on the roster stand face-to-face inside the squared circle. Across from the beloved, high-flying brothers—Rey Fenix and Pentagon Jr.—stands an absolute mountain of raw power and destruction in Hafthor and the ruthless, relentless Eddie Hall. With Salina de la Renta watching intently from the apron, pacing with an authoritative smirk, the match explodes into action right out of the gate.

Fenix uses his unmatched speed to dart around Eddie Hall, peppering the strongman with a succession of sharp, lightning-fast leg kicks and a handspring enzuigiri that staggers the giant. But Hall’s sheer physical mass proves to be a brick wall. On the rebound, Hall catches Fenix mid-air, swinging him like a ragdoll into a vicious overhead belly-to-belly suplex that rattles the canvas. Tagging in Hafthor, the powerhouse duo begins a brutal campaign of isolation, crushing Fenix with suffocating bearhugs and corner shoulder thrusts.

Pentagon Jr. desperately paces the apron, slamming his hand against the turnbuckle to rally the crowd. When Fenix finally counters an opportunistic powerbomb from Hafthor into a sleek tornado DDT, he scrambles across the mat to make the hot tag. Penta explodes into the ring like a runaway freight train, slating Hall with a barrage of brutal leg chops and his signature Cero Miedo chest slaps that echo through the arena rafters.

However, the tide turns when Eddie Hall snaps. Off an attempted backstabber from Penta, Hall counters with brute strength, grabbing Penta mid-move and driving him headfirst into the unyielding steel ring post. The impact is sickening. As Penta collapses in a heap near the ropes, completely dazed and clutching his skull, Eddie Hall stands over him with a sadistic grin, stomping viciously on his head and grinding his knee directly into Penta’s throat right in front of Salina.

Enraged by the absolute disrespect and brutality dished out to her star client, Salina de la Renta climbs through the ropes into the ring, her eyes blazing with fury. She marches right up to the towering Eddie Hall, screaming at the top of her lungs for what he just did to Penta. Before Hall can even react, Salina winds up and slaps him as hard as she possibly can across the face. The smack cracks through the house, leaving a bright red handprint on Hall's cheek.

Eddie Hall doesn't fall back; instead, he slowly turns his head, a dark, terrifying smile spreading across his face. Without saying a word, Hall reaches out and aggressively grabs Salina by her hair, yanked tight as he prepares to lift her up into a destructive powerbomb.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Rey Fenix comes soaring through the air like a missile! Fenix crashes into the back of Hall’s head, striking him with a heavy, brass knuckle-like weapon concealed in his palm. Hall drops like a sack of bricks. Outside the ring, Hafthor already lies completely motionless on the concrete floor—a quick picture-in-picture replay revealing that Fenix had secretly knocked Hafthor out from behind with the very same object while the referee's attention was completely turned toward the chaos in the ring.

With Hafthor wiped out on the floor and Hall dazed in the ring, Fenix urgently drags Penta back to his feet. Together, the brothers drag Hall's limp body into exact alignment between the ring posts in the center of the canvas. The Lucha Bros spring to the turnbuckles, perching high on opposite posts. Synchronized in mid-air, they leap, driving their full weight down onto Hall with a spectacular double-top-rope splash! Fenix hooks Hall's leg tight into the canvas as the referee counts one, two, three! The Lucha Bros pull off the massive victory!

Winners: Lucha Bros (Rey Fenix & Pentagon Jr.) w/Salina de la Renta

Reverse Escape Cage Matchup For The EAM Womens Tag Team Championships
Samoan Scotch (Piper Niven & Nia Jax) (c) Vs Charlotte Flair & Alexa Bliss

The towering, fifteen-foot steel cage lowers over the ring, its heavy chain-link walls locking into place with a ominous, metallic clanging. General Manager Quinn McKay’s directive rings loud in everyone's minds: inside a Reverse Escape Cage Match, the standard escape rules are flipped completely on their head. You cannot win by escaping; to win and capture the gold, a team must physically drag and throw both opponents completely out of the cage and lock the door shut, leaving themselves trapped inside the structure as the remaining survivors.

The opening bell sounds, and Samoan Scotch—Piper Niven and Nia Jax—immediately attempt to overwhelm the challengers with pure, unbridled size and physical dominance. Piper uses her weight to press Alexa Bliss flush into the steel mesh, while Nia Jax corners Charlotte Flair, delivering punishing, chest-caving headbutts. For the opening minutes, the long-reigning champions use the unforgiving cage wall as a primary weapon, grating Charlotte’s face against the chain links until her skin turns raw and red.

However, the experience and quickness of Flair and Bliss soon kick in. Alexa dodges a thunderous hip attack from Piper, sending the powerhouse crashing headfirst into the steel turnbuckle. Seizing the opening, Charlotte chop-blocks Nia’s knee from behind, dropping the mountain of a woman to her knees. Alexa scales the corner, launching herself off the top rope with a breathtaking crossbody onto both champions.

The match rapidly devolves into complete, unhinged violence inside the steel perimeter. Alexa reaches under the ring apron before the door is secured, pulling out a steel folding chair and driving it directly into Piper's ribs. Meanwhile, Charlotte climbs to the top of the cage wall, perching dangerously fifteen feet above the canvas. As Nia Jax pulls herself to her feet, Charlotte executes a jaw-dropping Moonsault off the top of the cage structure, wiping out Nia with a high-flying spectacle that shakes the entire ring foundation.

With Nia completely laid out, Charlotte and Alexa turn their attention to Piper Niven. Double-teaming the champion, Charlotte locks in the Figure-Eight submission in the center of the ring while Alexa rains down brutal Kendo stick shots onto Piper’s torso. Writhing in agony, Piper manages to kick Charlotte off, but the momentum sends her stumbling toward the open cage door. Alexa leaps onto Piper’s back, locking in a chokehold, while Charlotte drives a running boot to Piper’s chest. The impact forces Piper backward through the doorway! With a combined, desperate push, Charlotte and Alexa throw Piper Niven all the way to the outside floor.

Only Nia Jax remains inside the cage. Realizing she is trapped alone in a two-on-one handicapping nightmare, the imposing champion fights with terrifying desperation. Nia catches Alexa mid-air, slamming her spine-first into the steel cage, and turns around to drop Charlotte with a devastating leg drop. Nia grabs Charlotte by the hair, dragging her toward the door to hurl her out, but Alexa recovers just in time, spraying a hidden canister of mist right into Nia’s eyes.

Blinded and screaming in frustration, Nia stumbles blindly toward the open door. Charlotte recovers and connects with a picture-perfect Spear that drives Nia through the threshold and out onto the arena mats outside! Alexa and Charlotte quickly shove Nia’s massive frame completely free of the apron.

With both members of Samoan Scotch stranded on the outside floor, Charlotte and Alexa slam the heavy steel cage door shut and padlock it tight from the inside! The referee looks at both champions incapacitated on the floor and signals for the bell. After a historic, dominant reign of over a year and a half, Samoan Scotch has been defeated!

WINNERS AND NEEEEEEEEEEEW EAM WOMANS'S CHAMPIONS: CHARLOTTE FLAIR AND ALEXA BLISS

Post-Match Segment
The arena erupts into an absolute frenzy of cheers as the referee raises the hands of Charlotte Flair and Alexa Bliss inside the locked cage, officially crowning them the new EAM Women's Tag Team Champions. Pyrotechnics explode from the ring posts, bathing the new champions in golden sparks as Alexa climbs to the middle turnbuckle, hoisting her title belt high above her head with an ecstatic smile, while Charlotte drapes her championship over her shoulder, bowing triumphantly to the crowd.

Outside the ring, the scene is a stark, shocking contrast. Piper Niven sits slumped against the steel barricade, her eyes wide in utter, paralyzed shock, staring up at the locked door in disbelief. Next to her, Nia Jax rests on her knees, clutching her head and staring at the ring floor as the reality sinks in. The 1.5-year dominant dynasty of Samoan Scotch has officially come to an end.

" Take It Or Leave It " Open Invitational Ladder Matchup
Winner Will Get a Titleshot At Wrass Bash. Losers Will Be Fired!
Claudio Castagnoli vs. Chad Gable vs. Rex Steiner vs. Hook vs. Johnny Gargano vs. Darby Allin vs. Kofi Kingston vs. Gretta vs. Max Caster vs. Action Andretti vs. Edge

Claudio " Cesaro " Castagnoli is the first to enter the ring, Chad Gable is the next to enter the ring, Claudio a bit shocked that his Tag Team Parter also has entered. He tells Claudio he won't be a chicken. Rex Steiner, Hook and Johnny Gargano enters next. The eam wrestler stands in the ring, looking at the enters will there be any more coming? A gasp goes throught the crowd when they see (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAtC...&start_radio=1) WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE. Then (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUDUqERrxt0) Enters. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaplgjzPDdU) This is starting to be sick says the commentators) Then another joins the mix (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKBU...&start_radio=1) This surly must be the it? But no when things can't be any more crazy Suddenly Max Caster enters the stage (WHAT THE FUCK?) didn't he just got fired from TNA? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? HAS THE CHAIRMAN GONE INSANE? We have just heard that EAM has signed Max Caster, BUT BUT (commentators are stunned) As all hell is about to break lose "music cranks the speakers and the crowd goes bananas. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UVJSA2N39NU)

The atmosphere inside the arena is absolute bedlam. The stakes couldn't be higher: a guaranteed World Title shot at Wrass Bash for the winner, but total termination for any losing EAM roster member. Compounding the madness, talent from AEW, ROH, and the NWA have invaded the match, turning the ring into an international warzone. A massive steel briefcase hangs high above the canvas, surrounded by a sea of ladders, folding chairs, and wooden tables.

The bell rings, and all eleven competitors instantly collide in a violent, free-for-all brawl. Claudio Castagnoli showcases his absurd strength early, seizing Action Andretti and executing a jaw-dropping European uppercut mid-air before catching Chad Gable and launching the Giant Swing for twelve full rotations. As Claudio spins Gable, Edge slides into the ring, waiting for the swing to end before spiking Claudio with a spear through a ladder bridged in the corner!

The action rapidly spills out of the ring, into the crowd, and straight toward the backstage area. Darby Allin and Kofi Kingston trade high-flying insanity through the arena concourse, with Kofi leaping off a hot dog stand to hit a Trouble in Paradise on Action Andretti. Meanwhile, back near the entrance ramp, Max Caster grabs a venue microphone mid-brawl, dropping a fast-paced freestyle rap roasting the entire match while dodging a flying steel chair thrown by Rex Steiner.

Inside the ring, a terrifying moment of absolute destruction unfolds. Rex Steiner, Hook, and Johnny Gargano are laid out side-by-side across a pair of heavy-duty wooden tables positioned near the turnbuckles. Up on the top rope stands NWA powerhouse Gretta, staring down at the three men with total disregard for her own safety. She leaps, executing a breathtaking, sky-scraping Senton Bomb through the tables!

The wood shatters into matchsticks, echoing off the arena roof with a sickening crunch. The commentary team completely loses their minds: "WELL THAT KILLED THEM FOR SURE! DEAR GOD, GREETA JUST ERACED THREE CAREERS AT ONCE!"

With bodies strewn everywhere—some fighting deep in the crowd and others lying unconscious in the wreckage—the match turns into a desperate sprint for the ladder. Edge and Darby Allin battle at the top of a twenty-foot ladder in the center of the ring, trading stiff right hands until Claudio returns from the crowd, lifting the entire ladder with both men still on it and throwing it headfirst into the turnbuckle padding!

Kofi Kingston tries to use his legendary agility, walking on his hands across a row of steel chairs to climb a secondary ladder. But Action Andretti springboards off the top rope, hitting an insane Spanish Fly on Kofi directly off the ladder rungs onto a pile of thumbtacks scattered on the floor!

As the ring clears out in total carnage, only one man remains standing among the destruction. Max Caster slowly pulls himself back into the ring, wiping blood from his forehead. Seeing the path completely wide open, Caster drags the main ladder into position beneath the hanging briefcase. He climbs the rungs step-by-step, breathing heavily, looking around at the absolute warzone below him. Reaching the top, Caster unhooks the briefcase! The referee waves his arms and signals for the bell as Max Caster officially wins the match, securing his World Championship title shot at Wrass Bash!

WINNER AND NR 1 CONTENDER FOR AN EAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: MAX CASTER

Post-Match Segment
The bell rings as Max Caster stands high atop the ladder, clutching the coveted contract to his chest while the arena erupts into a mix of shock and celebration. But as the dust settles over the battered ringside area, the horrific reality of the match's cruel stipulation sinks in.

In the center of the ring, Rex Steiner, Hook, Claudio Castagnoli, Chad Gable, and Johnny Gargano pull themselves up to their feet, looking completely devastated. General Manager Quinn McKay steps out onto the stage with a microphone. Without a shred of sympathy, she reminds the five defeated EAM superstars of the contract they signed: their losses mean they are officially FIRED from EAM on the spot. Security guards march down the ramp, escorting the stunned, jobless stars out of the arena.

Meanwhile, the invading wrestlers from AEW, ROH, and the NWA—Edge, Darby Allin, Kofi Kingston, Action Andretti, and Gretta—gather on the stage. Though they didn't win the contract, they stand side-by-side, staring back at the ring with cold, triumphant smiles. They came into EAM, decimated its locker room, and cost five top stars their careers. Is an all-out inter-promotional war coming to EAM? Was this massive invasion just a warning shot, or the beginning of a total takeover? Answers remain to be seen, but the foundation of EAM has been shaken to its core.

EAM Women's Championship Matchup
Julia Hart (c) Vs Chelsea Green

The lights inside the arena dim to a cold, eerie violet as the reigning EAM Women’s Champion, Julia Hart, glides down the ramp. Dressed in her signature dark attire, her eyes fixed in a chilling, distant stare, she radiates an unshakeable, terrifying confidence. But as the lights flash back up, Chelsea Green bursts onto the stage to a loud reaction from the crowd. Green struts down the aisle with total entitlement, demanding her customary royal introduction from the ring announcer before aggressively removing her jacket and getting right into the champion's face.

The bell sounds, and Green immediately attempts to take control with rapid-fire verbal tirades and a sharp slap across Hart’s jaw. That proves to be a massive mistake. Julia doesn't even flinch; instead, her eyes darken as she snaps, cornering Chelsea with a barrage of brutal, relentless forearm strikes. Julia hoists Green up and drives her down with a snap suplex, following up with a terrifying, slow-pacing cover that Green kicks out of at one.

Recognizing she is in deep trouble, Chelsea shifts tactics, employing her brilliant ring awareness. As Julia charges into the corner, Green sidesteps, causing Hart’s shoulder to collide viciously with the steel ring post. Sensing a rare window of opportunity, Chelsea capitalizes immediately. She drags the champion to the center of the ring, snapping her arm over her shoulder and methodically working over Julia’s joint with targeted arm-bars, stomps, and sharp neckbreakers.

For the next several minutes, Chelsea Green delivers the performance of a lifetime. She counters Julia's attempt at a clothesline into a sleek Russian leg sweep, immediately bridging into a pin attempt that nearly catches the champion off guard for a count of two. Green keeps the pressure on, scaling the turnbuckle and landing a high-impact missile dropkick that sends Julia crashing into the canvas. The crowd, initially hostile toward Chelsea’s arrogant persona, begins buzzing in genuine awe at the fight the challenger is putting up against the dominant champion.

Julia fights back through sheer dark resilience. As Chelsea goes for the Unprettya, Julia counters with a jaw-dropping snap spin kick to the midsection, followed by a northern lights suplex that bridges for a agonizing two-and-a-half count. Both women trade heavy blows in the center of the ring, neither willing to yield an inch. Chelsea catches Julia off a rebound with a spectacular Codebreaker, but her cover is broken when Julia barely manages to push her boot onto the bottom rope at the last possible microsecond.

Driven to absolute desperation, Chelsea drags Julia toward the corner to set up a superplex off the top rope. They battle fiercely on the turnbuckle, trading desperate punches fifteen feet above the mat. In a brilliant burst of counter-play, Julia bites Chelsea's hand to break her grip, slides under her legs, and plants Green with a sickening powerbomb off the middle rope!

With Chelsea dazed and clutching her spine in agony, Julia scales the top rope with calculated grace. She leaps through the air, executing a flawless, breathtaking Moonsault—the Heartless—landing flush across Chelsea's chest. Julia hooks both legs tight into a bridge, and the referee’s hand slaps the mat three times. Julia Hart retains the EAM Women’s Championship after an absolute classic.

WINNER AND STILL EAM WOMAN'S CHAMPION: Julia Hart

Post-Match Segment
As the referee presents Julia Hart with her championship belt, the arena lights flicker once again. The camera pans away from the ring, zooming directly up to the high-class surroundings of the VIP section. Standing tall at the edge of the balcony is the legendary Mickie James, watching down with a cold, intense glare.

Julia slowly rises to her feet in the center of the ring, turning her gaze upward to meet Mickie’s eyes. The two share an electric, silent glance that sends chills through the crowd. Without breaking eye contact, Julia slowly lifts the EAM Women’s Championship high into the air, holding it directly toward Mickie in an unmistakable declaration of dominance.

EAM World Heavyweight Championship Matchup
CM Punk (c) Vs Shawn Michaels

Pre-Match Promo & Segment
The arena lights dim to a single, sharp spotlight resting in the center of the ring. CM Punk stands tall with the EAM World Heavyweight Championship resting proudly over his shoulder, holding a microphone as a deafening "CM PUNK!" chant shakes the building.

"Every single time I step into this ring, I hear about legacy," Punk begins, his voice steady and resolute. "And there is no bigger legacy in this business than the Heartbreak Kid. Shawn Michaels, you are a legend, a icon, and a hall of famer. But Randy Orton put a clause on this match stating that if Shawn loses tonight, his career is over. Well, I refuse to be the man whose hands are forced by corporate greed. I will not be the one to end Shawn Michaels' legendary career. Randy... you can take that stipulation and shove it right up your ASS!"

The arena explodes into an absolute, deafening pop! Right on cue, the iconic guitar riff of "Sexy Boy" blasts through the PA system, and the crowd goes completely wild. Shawn Michaels struts onto the stage, soaking in the thunderous reception before sliding through the ropes.

HBK walks right up to the champion, offering an intense look before extending his hand. Punk shakes it.

"I respect your decision, Punk," Shawn says into his own mic, a sharp grin breaking across his face. "If my career stays alive tonight, so be it. But don't you forget for one second... that World Heavyweight Championship is still on the line!"

Punk bursts into a hearty laugh, raising the belt high into the air as the referee steps between them to call for the bell.

The referee steps between the two men, holding the EAM World Heavyweight Championship high in the air for the arena to see. He turns, presents the gold to the ring announcer, and signals for the bell. The ring of the bell sends a surge of electricity through the arena as CM Punk and Shawn Michaels circle one another, two legendary ring generals feeling out the high-stakes atmosphere.

They lock up dead center in the ring, power against finesse. Michaels uses his veteran savvy to slip into a tight side headlock, grinding his hip into Punk’s base to control the tempo early. Punk shoves Michaels off into the ropes, but HBK returns on the rebound with a lightning-fast leapfrog, dropping Punk with a crisp deep arm-drag upon landing. Punk scrambles back to his feet, nodding in approval as the crowd breaks into a divided chant of "LET'S GO PUNK!" and "HBK!"

They lock up a second time, but Punk instantly shifts gears, backing Shawn into the turnbuckles with a flurry of sharp, martial-arts kicks to the ribs. The champion unleashes a relentless barrage of corner knee strikes, whipping Shawn across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. Michaels flips violently over the top turnbuckle, landing precariously on the apron, but as he turns around, Punk drills him with a soaring spring-board clotheslines that sends HBK crashing down to the arena floor.

Punk rolls outside to maintain the pressure, lifting Shawn to roll him back inside, but Michaels fights back with pure instinct. HBK drives a stiff right hand to Punk's midsection, whipping the champion spine-first into the steel barricade. The referee’s count reaches six before both men slide back into the squared circle, refusing to let this classic end in a cheap double count-out.

Back inside, the pace escalates into a breathless, high-velocity exchange. Punk tries to chop down Michaels with stiff leg kicks, targeting the veteran's surgically repaired back. He snaps Shawn down with a neckbreaker, covering for a quick two-count. Punk immediately transitions into a rear chinlock, driving his knee directly into the middle of Michaels' spine to wear down his oxygen levels. Shawn grimaces in pain, but the roaring crowd pumps adrenaline back into his veins. HBK fights to his feet, delivering sharp elbows to Punk’s ribs before hitting the ropes, ducking a wild right hook, and launching into his signature comeback sequence!

Michaels drops Punk with an inverted atomic drop, follows up with a heavy right hand, and hits a second atomic drop that leaves the champion reeling. HBK leaps off the ropes with a flying forearm that takes both men down to the canvas! The arena erupts as Shawn Michaels performs his iconic, explosive kipp-up!

Fueled by the crowd's energy, HBK scales the top turnbuckle with practiced precision. He pauses at the peak, perching high above the mat, before launching himself through the air to drive a picture-perfect diving elbow drop flush into Punk's chest!

Shawn drags himself to the corner turnbuckle, his eyes locked on the champion crawling up from the canvas. He begins stomping his boot in rhythm against the mat. ONE! TWO! THREE! The entire crowd stomps in unison as Shawn tunes up the band for Sweet Chin Music. Punk stumbles to his feet, completely dazed. Shawn unleashes the superkick, but Punk ducks under it with phenomenal reflexes!

Punk catches Shawn on the rebound, hoisting him high onto his shoulders for the Go To Sleep. Shawn desperately fights out the back, landing behind Punk and rolling him up into a sunset flip—ONE! TWO!—Punk kicks out at two and a half, leaving the arena gasping!

Both men drag themselves up using each other's tights, trading heavy, exhaustion-fueled punches in the middle of the mat. "YEA!" for Shawn, "BOO!" for Punk—the crowd is completely split. Shawn ducks a right hook, attempting a mid-ring crucifix pin, but Punk uses his raw strength to roll through it, transitioning seamlessly into the Anaconda Vise!

Shawn screams in agony in the center of the ring, his face turning crimson as the champion wrenches back on his neck and arm. Just as HBK's hand hovers over the canvas to tap out, he summons every ounce of veteran spirit, crawling inch by inch across the canvas until his boot barely grazes the bottom rope to force the referee break.

Exhausted and bruised, both competitors drag themselves up for the final, breathtaking exchange. Shawn surges forward with a desperate, last-gasp Sweet Chin Music, but Punk catches HBK's boot mid-air! Punk twists the leg, pulls Shawn in close, and lifts the Heartbreak Kid onto his shoulders one final time. With a violent heave, Punk drives his knee directly into Shawn's jaw with a devastating, thunderous Go To Sleep!

Shawn collapses like a lead weight onto the canvas. Punk drapes his body over HBK, hooking the leg tightly as the referee's hand slaps the mat: ONE! TWO! THREE!

CM Punk retains the EAM World Heavyweight Championship in an absolute masterpiece!

Post-Match Segment
The referee hands the EAM World Heavyweight Championship back to CM Punk, who collapses onto his knees, gasping for breath as his music plays. Slowly pulling himself up, Punk looks down at Shawn Michaels still lying on the mat.

Instead of celebrating arrogantly, Punk sets his title down, reaches out, and extends a hand to help the legendary HBK to his feet. Shawn pulls himself up, staring into the eyes of the champion. After a moment of heavy silence, Shawn smiles, pulls Punk into a tight embrace, and raises Punk’s arm in a gesture of ultimate respect. The crowd rises to their feet, delivering a standing ovation for both warriors.

As Punk celebrates with his title in the ring and Shawn walks up the ramp, huge questions hang heavy in the air. Randy Orton’s strict career-ending stipulation was defied tonight by the champion himself—what devastating retaliation will Orton unleash on both Punk and HBK now? And with his career technically intact despite the loss, what is next for Shawn Michaels in EAM? Answers will surely come in the chaotic weeks ahead.

[Smartmark]

Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

Episode #539


Scene opens with the camera cutting to the backstage area, where the atmosphere is noticeably tense. The door to the General Manager's office suddenly swings open with tremendous force, revealing a furious Jon Moxley.

Still wearing his ring gear, with his hair hanging loosely around his face and frustration written all over it, Moxley storms into the room. His EAM Television Championship is no longer around his waist, and the absence of the title seems to make his mood even worse.

Behind the desk sits Randy Orton, comfortably leaning back in his chair, casually looking through some paperwork. He barely acknowledges Moxley's arrival before slowly lifting his eyes.

Moxley: You son of a bitch.

Orton puts down his papers and looks up, seemingly amused by the interruption.

Orton: Well, look who it is. Come on in, Jon. Don't mind the door. I'm sure we can afford to replace it.

Moxley: Don't you fucking start with me, Randall! Not tonight. Not after what you just pulled out there.

Moxley takes a few steps closer to the desk, pointing an accusing finger at Orton.

Moxley: Fifteen years. Fifteen fucking years we've been doing this dance. You and me. We've been through everything this company has had to offer, and you know damn well that there isn't a single person in that locker room who knows me better than you do. And after all this time, this is what you come up with? Hiding your ass up in some VIP balcony, sending that fucking lunatic down here to take my championship?

Orton leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk.

Orton: First of all, watch your language. You're in the General Manager's office.

Moxley: Oh, fuck off!

Orton: Secondly, I didn't send anybody anywhere. You had a championship match, Jon. You walked into that arena as champion, and you walked out without it. That's how this business works. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. And tonight, you lost.

Moxley lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head.

Moxley: You think I'm stupid? You think I don't know what you're doing? You knew exactly what would happen when I walked down that ramp expecting to face you. You wanted to embarrass me. You wanted to make me look like a fucking fool in front of everyone in that arena. And you know what? Congratulations. You got your moment.

Moxley slams both hands onto the desk.

Moxley: But now I'm here, and I want answers. More importantly, I want you. Get your ass out of that chair, put your boots on, and meet me in that ring. No security. No excuses. No hiding behind your fucking office. Just you and me, one more time!

Orton remains seated for a moment, staring at Moxley. Then, almost deliberately, he cracks a slight smile.

Orton: You know, Jon, that's always been your problem. You never learned when to walk away.

Moxley: And that's always been yours. You never learned when to shut the fuck up.

Orton chuckles, slowly getting to his feet.

Orton: Fifteen years. I remember it all. The fights, the championships, the moments where we damn near tore this company apart just to get at each other. And I'll give you this much, Jon. You've earned your place in this company. Nobody can take that away from you.

He pauses, looking Moxley directly in the eyes.

Orton: But don't mistake history for obligation. Just because we've been at each other's throats for fifteen years doesn't mean I owe you another match. Especially not because you couldn't keep a championship around your waist for one night.

Moxley steps around the desk, getting closer to Orton.

Moxley: You owe me more than a match, Randall. You owe me the chance to beat your ass for everything you've put me through.

Before Orton can respond, a familiar voice interrupts from the doorway.

Shawn Michaels: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on in here?

The camera turns as Shawn Michaels enters the office. He looks between the two men, immediately sensing the tension.

Moxley: Oh, perfect. Just what we fucking needed.

Shawn: Nice to see you too, Jon.

Orton takes a step back, seemingly pleased with the interruption.

Orton: Shawn. Perfect timing, actually. We were just discussing unfinished business.

Shawn: Really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks more like two guys who need to settle something in the ring.

Moxley points toward Orton.

Moxley: That's exactly what I've been trying to tell this asshole for the last five minutes.

Orton turns his attention toward Michaels.

Orton: You know, Shawn, I was actually thinking about something you and I discussed recently. Remember? Your little situation.

Shawn's expression changes slightly.

Shawn: I know exactly what you're talking about, Randy.

Moxley: What situation?

Orton slowly walks around his desk, now standing between the two men.

Orton: Well, since we're all here, perhaps it's time we addressed it. Shawn Michaels has been given a rather simple condition. The next match he loses... is the last match of his career. No second chances. No negotiations. He loses, he retires.

Moxley looks at Shawn, then back at Orton.

Moxley: And what the hell does that have to do with me?

Orton: More than you might think, Jon.

Orton pauses, letting the tension build.

Orton: You see, Shawn has been walking around here with the belief that he can still compete at the highest level. And perhaps he can. But eventually, Father Time catches up with everybody. Even legends.

Shawn takes a step forward.

Shawn: Careful, Randy. You're talking about a man who's been doing this just as long as you have.

Orton: Oh, I'm well aware. That's why I think it's time we put that theory to the test.

Orton turns back toward Moxley.

Orton: You want a match with me? You want your retribution? Fine. But I'm not interested in giving you what you want on your terms.

Moxley narrows his eyes.

Moxley: Then what are you proposing?

Orton smiles.

Orton: At our next Pay-Per-View, you'll get your opportunity to stand in that, not only together with me, but together with one of the biggest legends this industry has ever seen.

He turns toward Shawn who looks surprised, while Moxley simply stares at Orton.

Shawn: Hold on a minute. You're seriously doing this?

Orton: Absolutely. And let's make one thing perfectly clear. Shawn, you know the stipulation. The next match you lose is your last. That doesn't change just because I put you in a Triple Threat.

Shawn shakes his head, looking increasingly frustrated.

Shawn: You really are a son of a bitch, Randy.

Orton: Perhaps. But I'm the son of a bitch who makes the matches around here.

Moxley suddenly starts laughing. Not because he finds anything particularly funny, but because the situation seems to have finally given him something he wanted.

Moxley: You know what? Fine. Triple Threat. I don't give a shit if it's you, Shawn, or both of you. I'm walking into that ring, and somebody is getting hurt.

He steps closer to Orton, their faces almost touching.

Moxley: And Randall? You can hide behind that General Manager title all you want. You can make whatever matches you want. But sooner or later, you're going to have to look me in the eyes and answer for everything.

Orton doesn't back down.

Orton: I'll be looking right at you, Jon. Just make sure you don't lose sight of Shawn.

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

Shawn remains standing, looking at Orton with a mixture of disbelief and anger.

Shawn: You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.

Orton: Oh, I think I do, Shawn. The question is... do you?

Shawn stares at Orton for another moment before shaking his head and walking out.

The camera stays on Orton as he returns to his chair, picks up his paperwork and casually continues where he left off.

We go to the Jamboree vignette before we get a recap from last nights PPV, highlighting everything that went down...

We see the surprises who entered the " Take it Or Leave It " Ladder match, as well as the sad department of those contracted to EAM who did not manage to win it. We get to see Gene Snitsky become the new EAM Television Champion, not to mention Charlotte and Alexa capturing the EAM Women's Tag Team Titles. We are about to see more, when the video suddenly gets interrupted, and we cut back to the arena, where Max Caster is making his entrance as an official member of the EAM roster, but also the number one contender for Punk's EAM World Heavyweight Championship. Caster raps his way out on the stage and down the rampway until he gets into the ring, getting a good reaction from the home crowd. He then cut's a promo about the situation, a situation that he truly intent to use in his advantage. To be fair, it's not even a spoiler. Because in 3 weeks time, you will all be calling Max Caster your World Heavyweight Champion!
Music cranks the speakers again, and the audience explodes as EAM World Heavyweight Champion; Cm Punk makes his way out on the stage with a microphone and t he title around his waist. Punk replies, telling Caster he aint wrong, except for one thing. He wont ever be EAM World Heavyweight Champion. At least not on Punk's watch, that's for sure!

The segment ends in a stare-down between the two as we get a commercial for the upcoming EAM PPV, Wrass Bash 13, which will be live from Monterrey, Mexico. It will also feature wrestlers from a couple of Mexican Promotions, like Lucha Libre Feminil, who is located in Monterrey. Not to mention that a couple of " Legends " are rumored for the event. You sure dont want to miss this!


Singles Matchup
John Morrison Vs Will Ospreay


We go backstage where we hook up with Prince Devitt as he walks up to Cole and White. There is a conversation between them, where Devitt asks humbly if he can come back to the group, and Cole and White thinks for a moment before they decide he can, but only if he helps them out with a couple of problems they got.... We cut back to the arena, where Jack Vaughn and Donovan Cecil is already in the ring. Jack takes it upon himsef to cut a promo on both men's behalf, where he talks about how their journey in EAM so far hasn't been....great... But when that i said, he doesn't feel they have been given the chance to show everyone what they are really capable of either. Something that hopefully will turn. He gets interrupted then when music cranks the arena speakers, introducing their opponents.

Tag Team Matchup
Jack Vaughn & Donovan Cecil Vs Hafthor & Hall


As we get back from commercials we are about to get our main event of the night. But before that we cut to the backstage area where we hook up with the members of The Algorithm, as they are discussing who should go out there tonight. Stevens says that since this match is a non-title match, and because he is the leader of the group, he and Cassidy has this tonight. Letting Drake and Paul get the night off.

Tag Team Matchup (Non-Title)
The Algorithm (Aaron Stevens & Orange Cassidy) Vs reDragon (Kyle O'Reilly & Bobby Fish)


As the show is coming to an end, the camera cut's to an undisclosed location, where we get a promo from Joe Gacy. He talks about set-backs, about skeletons in the closets and skeletons in the ground. He talks about ghosts from the past, and the haunting memories of old, coming back. He also talks about the fact that he kows who the masked person in the audience that night was, and that the person underneath the mask is the perfect example of what he's just been talking about. He would known such cowardice anywhere.....

[Vikingsfan88]

Live from Hammerstein Ballroom, New York

Episode #539


Scene opens with the camera cutting to the backstage area, where the atmosphere is noticeably tense. The door to the General Manager's office suddenly swings open with tremendous force, revealing a furious Jon Moxley.

Still wearing his ring gear, with his hair hanging loosely around his face and frustration written all over it, Moxley storms into the room. His EAM Television Championship is no longer around his waist, and the absence of the title seems to make his mood even worse.

Behind the desk sits Randy Orton, comfortably leaning back in his chair, casually looking through some paperwork. He barely acknowledges Moxley's arrival before slowly lifting his eyes.

Moxley: You son of a bitch.

Orton puts down his papers and looks up, seemingly amused by the interruption.

Orton: Well, look who it is. Come on in, Jon. Don't mind the door. I'm sure we can afford to replace it.

Moxley: Don't you fucking start with me, Randall! Not tonight. Not after what you just pulled out there.

Moxley takes a few steps closer to the desk, pointing an accusing finger at Orton.

Moxley: Fifteen years. Fifteen fucking years we've been doing this dance. You and me. We've been through everything this company has had to offer, and you know damn well that there isn't a single person in that locker room who knows me better than you do. And after all this time, this is what you come up with? Hiding your ass up in some VIP balcony, sending that fucking lunatic down here to take my championship?

Orton leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk.

Orton: First of all, watch your language. You're in the General Manager's office.

Moxley: Oh, fuck off!

Orton: Secondly, I didn't send anybody anywhere. You had a championship match, Jon. You walked into that arena as champion, and you walked out without it. That's how this business works. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. And tonight, you lost.

Moxley lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head.

Moxley: You think I'm stupid? You think I don't know what you're doing? You knew exactly what would happen when I walked down that ramp expecting to face you. You wanted to embarrass me. You wanted to make me look like a fucking fool in front of everyone in that arena. And you know what? Congratulations. You got your moment.

Moxley slams both hands onto the desk.

Moxley: But now I'm here, and I want answers. More importantly, I want you. Get your ass out of that chair, put your boots on, and meet me in that ring. No security. No excuses. No hiding behind your fucking office. Just you and me, one more time!

Orton remains seated for a moment, staring at Moxley. Then, almost deliberately, he cracks a slight smile.

Orton: You know, Jon, that's always been your problem. You never learned when to walk away.

Moxley: And that's always been yours. You never learned when to shut the fuck up.

Orton chuckles, slowly getting to his feet.

Orton: Fifteen years. I remember it all. The fights, the championships, the moments where we damn near tore this company apart just to get at each other. And I'll give you this much, Jon. You've earned your place in this company. Nobody can take that away from you.

He pauses, looking Moxley directly in the eyes.

Orton: But don't mistake history for obligation. Just because we've been at each other's throats for fifteen years doesn't mean I owe you another match. Especially not because you couldn't keep a championship around your waist for one night.

Moxley steps around the desk, getting closer to Orton.

Moxley: You owe me more than a match, Randall. You owe me the chance to beat your ass for everything you've put me through.

Before Orton can respond, a familiar voice interrupts from the doorway.

Shawn Michaels: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on in here?

The camera turns as Shawn Michaels enters the office. He looks between the two men, immediately sensing the tension.

Moxley: Oh, perfect. Just what we fucking needed.

Shawn: Nice to see you too, Jon.

Orton takes a step back, seemingly pleased with the interruption.

Orton: Shawn. Perfect timing, actually. We were just discussing unfinished business.

Shawn: Really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks more like two guys who need to settle something in the ring.

Moxley points toward Orton.

Moxley: That's exactly what I've been trying to tell this asshole for the last five minutes.

Orton turns his attention toward Michaels.

Orton: You know, Shawn, I was actually thinking about something you and I discussed recently. Remember? Your little situation.

Shawn's expression changes slightly.

Shawn: I know exactly what you're talking about, Randy.

Moxley: What situation?

Orton slowly walks around his desk, now standing between the two men.

Orton: Well, since we're all here, perhaps it's time we addressed it. Shawn Michaels has been given a rather simple condition. The next match he loses... is the last match of his career. No second chances. No negotiations. He loses, he retires.

Moxley looks at Shawn, then back at Orton.

Moxley: And what the hell does that have to do with me?

Orton: More than you might think, Jon.

Orton pauses, letting the tension build.

Orton: You see, Shawn has been walking around here with the belief that he can still compete at the highest level. And perhaps he can. But eventually, Father Time catches up with everybody. Even legends.

Shawn takes a step forward.

Shawn: Careful, Randy. You're talking about a man who's been doing this just as long as you have.

Orton: Oh, I'm well aware. That's why I think it's time we put that theory to the test.

Orton turns back toward Moxley.

Orton: You want a match with me? You want your retribution? Fine. But I'm not interested in giving you what you want on your terms.

Moxley narrows his eyes.

Moxley: Then what are you proposing?

Orton smiles.

Orton: At our next Pay-Per-View, you'll get your opportunity to stand in that, not only together with me, but together with one of the biggest legends this industry has ever seen.

He turns toward Shawn who looks surprised, while Moxley simply stares at Orton.

Shawn: Hold on a minute. You're seriously doing this?

Orton: Absolutely. And let's make one thing perfectly clear. Shawn, you know the stipulation. The next match you lose is your last. That doesn't change just because I put you in a Triple Threat.

Shawn shakes his head, looking increasingly frustrated.

Shawn: You really are a son of a bitch, Randy.

Orton: Perhaps. But I'm the son of a bitch who makes the matches around here.

Moxley suddenly starts laughing. Not because he finds anything particularly funny, but because the situation seems to have finally given him something he wanted.

Moxley: You know what? Fine. Triple Threat. I don't give a shit if it's you, Shawn, or both of you. I'm walking into that ring, and somebody is getting hurt.

He steps closer to Orton, their faces almost touching.

Moxley: And Randall? You can hide behind that General Manager title all you want. You can make whatever matches you want. But sooner or later, you're going to have to look me in the eyes and answer for everything.

Orton doesn't back down.

Orton: I'll be looking right at you, Jon. Just make sure you don't lose sight of Shawn.

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

Shawn remains standing, looking at Orton with a mixture of disbelief and anger.

Shawn: You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.

Orton: Oh, I think I do, Shawn. The question is... do you?

Shawn stares at Orton for another moment before shaking his head and walking out.

The camera stays on Orton as he returns to his chair, picks up his paperwork and casually continues where he left off.

We go to the Jamboree vignette before we get a recap from last nights PPV, highlighting everything that went down...

We see the surprises who entered the " Take it Or Leave It " Ladder match, as well as the sad department of those contracted to EAM who did not manage to win it. We get to see Gene Snitsky become the new EAM Television Champion, not to mention Charlotte and Alexa capturing the EAM Women's Tag Team Titles. We are about to see more, when the video suddenly gets interrupted, and we cut back to the arena, where Max Caster is making his entrance as an official member of the EAM roster, but also the number one contender for Punk's EAM World Heavyweight Championship. Caster raps his way out on the stage and down the rampway until he gets into the ring, getting a good reaction from the home crowd. He then cut's a promo about the situation, a situation that he truly intent to use in his advantage. To be fair, it's not even a spoiler. Because in 3 weeks time, you will all be calling Max Caster your World Heavyweight Champion!
Music cranks the speakers again, and the audience explodes as EAM World Heavyweight Champion; Cm Punk makes his way out on the stage with a microphone and t he title around his waist. Punk replies, telling Caster he aint wrong, except for one thing. He wont ever be EAM World Heavyweight Champion. At least not on Punk's watch, that's for sure!

The segment ends in a stare-down between the two as we get a commercial for the upcoming EAM PPV, Wrass Bash 13, which will be live from Monterrey, Mexico. It will also feature wrestlers from a couple of Mexican Promotions, like Lucha Libre Feminil, who is located in Monterrey. Not to mention that a couple of " Legends " are rumored for the event. You sure dont want to miss this!


Singles Matchup
John Morrison Vs Will Ospreay

The bell rings, and the arena immediately erupts as John Morrison and Will Ospreay lock up in a high-octane masterclass of modern pro wrestling. Morrison showcases his signature parkour agility, using cartwheels and springboard kicks to keep the high-flying Englishman off balance, countering Ospreay's early blitz with a sharp spinning heel kick. Ospreay responds with jaw-dropping acceleration, turning the tide with a blazing sequence of running strikes and a breathtaking Spanish Fly from the top rope that rattles the canvas. Both competitors trade near-falls in a frantic closing stretch, with Morrison nearly stealing the victory after nailing Starship Pain. However, Ospreay digs deep, counters a late-match rush into a devastating Hidden Blade, and finishes off the "Shaman of Sexy" with the Stormbreaker to secure a hard-fought, electrifying win.

Winner: Will Ospreay

We go backstage where we hook up with Prince Devitt as he walks up to Cole and White. There is a conversation between them, where Devitt asks humbly if he can come back to the group, and Cole and White thinks for a moment before they decide he can, but only if he helps them out with a couple of problems they got.... We cut back to the arena, where Jack Vaughn and Donovan Cecil is already in the ring. Jack takes it upon himsef to cut a promo on both men's behalf, where he talks about how their journey in EAM so far hasn't been....great... But when that i said, he doesn't feel they have been given the chance to show everyone what they are really capable of either. Something that hopefully will turn. He gets interrupted then when music cranks the arena speakers, introducing their opponents.

Tag Team Matchup
Jack Vaughn & Donovan Cecil Vs Hafthor & Hall

The tag team showdown begins with an immediate collision of absolute titans as Jack Vaughn and Donovan Cecil square off against the monstrous duo of Hafthor and Hall. Vaughn and Cecil try to use their experience and tag-team synergy, darting in and out with quick double-teams to chop down their massive opponents. But Hafthor and Hall simply absorb the punishment, using their overwhelming strength to completely dictate the pace of the match. Cecil is caught mid-air and planted with a brutal spinebuster, leaving Vaughn isolated. Hafthor tosses Vaughn across the ring with ease before Hall tags in, finishing the sequence with a crushing double-team slam to secure a decisive pinfall victory for the powerhouse duo.

Winners: Hafthor & Hall

As we get back from commercials we are about to get our main event of the night. But before that we cut to the backstage area where we hook up with the members of The Algorithm, as they are discussing who should go out there tonight. Stevens says that since this match is a non-title match, and because he is the leader of the group, he and Cassidy has this tonight. Letting Drake and Paul get the night off.

Tag Team Matchup (Non-Title)
The Algorithm (Aaron Stevens & Orange Cassidy) Vs reDragon (Kyle O'Reilly & Bobby Fish)

In this non-title tag team encounter, The Algorithm—Aaron Stevens and Orange Cassidy—step into the ring against reDragon (Kyle O'Reilly and Bobby Fish). With Logan Paul and Eli Drake enjoying the day off, Stevens tries to inject his usual dramatic flair and strict strategy into the match. Cassidy, maintaining his trademark nonchalant demeanor, does just enough to stay vertical while reDragon dismantles the pacing. Fish and O'Reilly capitalize on the friction, isolating Stevens and wearing him down with seamless submission transitions before hitting a devastating Chasing the Dragon combination on Stevens to pick up the win.

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

Following the bell, Aaron Stevens is absolutely furious, standing over a completely unfazed Cassidy and screaming in his face. Stevens paces wildly around the ring, venting his intense frustration that Cassidy barely lifted a finger, letting the team sink while he stood around with his hands in his pockets. Cassidy simply gives a half-hearted shrug and walks up the ramp, leaving Stevens to seethe alone in the center of the ring.

As the show is coming to an end, the camera cut's to an undisclosed location, where we get a promo from Joe Gacy. He talks about set-backs, about skeletons in the closets and skeletons in the ground. He talks about ghosts from the past, and the haunting memories of old, coming back. He also talks about the fact that he kows who the masked person in the audience that night was, and that the person underneath the mask is the perfect example of what he's just been talking about. He would known such cowardice anywhere.....