The lights went low inside Madison Square Garden, and the crowd erupted as the opening video package for EBWF Fallout faded out. Pyro exploded on the stage and the camera panned across the excited crowd.
Mauro Ranallo: Get ready folks… it’s time for Fallout! We are live from New York City, returning to Madison Square Garden for the first time in eight years, and what a match we have to start things off, Nigel!
Nigel McGuinness: That’s right, Mauro! The EBWF Breakout Championship is on the line, and James Storm has the unenviable task of defending it against three hungry challengers.
Austin Gunn came out first, followed by Pac and then Roman Reigns. Finally, “Longnecks and Rednecks” hit, and the crowd cheered as the EBWF Breakout Champion, James Storm, stepped out onto the stage. Storm had the Breakout Title slung over his left shoulder, and a beer bottle in his right hand. Storm finished his beer, raised the belt high, and then stomped down the ramp.
Mauro Ranallo: James Storm is defending the Breakout Championship for the first time tonight… but can he hold onto it in this chaos?
Nigel McGuinness: Three challengers. No allies. No disqualifications. This is survival of the fittest, Mauro.
When Storm was in the ring, the referee called for the bell and all four men stood off, sizing each other up. Reigns made the first move, launching a clothesline at Pac, while Storm and Gunn locked up in the corner. Pac ducked the clothesline and unleashed a flurry of kicks, backing Reigns into the ropes before hitting a spinning heel kick. Meanwhile, Storm sent Gunn over the top rope with a back body drop, then turned right into a Superman Punch attempt… but Storm managed to dodge out of the way just in time! Storm and Reigns then stared each other down before Pac hit Reigns with a dropkick, breaking it up.
Mauro Ranallo: This match is breaking down already—and we’re barely two minutes in!
Nigel McGuinness: That’s what happens in a fatal four way. No rest, no reprieve, just carnage.
The pace picked up as Pac soared through the ropes with a tope suicida that took Gunn down on the outside. Storm grabbed Reigns, and went to whip him against the ropes, but Reigns reversed the Irish whip, sending Storm into the ropes before hitting him with a clothesline. Reigns followed up with a powerbomb, then hooked both legs… 1… 2… Pac broke up the count! As Reigns got to his feet, he went to hit Pac with a clothesline, but Pac ducked underneath it, hitting Reigns with a superkick followed by a poisonrana! Pac was about to cover Reigns, but before he could do so, Austin Gunn grabbed him, hitting the fameasser! He hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1… 2… Storm broke up the count, then hit Gunn with a vicious neckbreaker.
Mauro Ranallo: Every man in this match has had moments where it looked like they had it won!
Nigel McGuinness: And all it takes is one mistake. One second too slow—and it’s over.
Storm and Reigns brawled in the center of the ring, trading heavy right hands. Reigns ducked a wild shot and nailed the Superman Punch, sending Storm stumbling. He set up for the Spear—but Pac intercepted with a missile dropkick! As Reigns rolled out of the ring, Pac hit Storm with a brainbuster, then climbed to the top rope. Pac looked to end it with the Black Arrow… but Storm rolled out of the way at the last second! As Storm got to his feet, Gunn grabbed him and hit the Quickdraw… but before he could make the cover, Reigns pulled Gunn out of the ring and hit him with a powerbomb onto the ring apron!
Mauro Ranallo: What a brutal powerbomb by Roman Reigns! Austin Gunn could be seriously hurt!
As Reigns tried to re-enter the ring, Pac hit him with a springboard dropkick, sending him crashing to the outside. Pac then turned his attention back to Storm… but Storm hit him with the Last Call Superkick!
Nigel McGuinness: Right on the jaw! What a shot!
Storm hooked the leg and the referee counted - 1… 2… 3!
Christy Hemme: Your winner, and STILL Breakout Champion… Cowboy James Storm!
“Longnecks and Rednecks” hit again as Storm rolled off the pin, clutching the EBWF Breakout Title to his chest. He staggered to his feet, raising the belt high as the crowd cheered.
Mauro Ranallo: James Storm just survived a storm of his own—and walks out of Madison Square Garden still the EBWF Breakout Champion!
Nigel McGuinness: That was chaos, that was carnage - but in the end, James Storm was the smartest and toughest man in the ring. You can’t ask for a better start to Fallout!
Storm toasted the crowd with an imaginary beer and patted the Breakout Title before leaving the ring as a video package played promoting the King and Queen of the Ring tournaments.
The crowd at Madison Square Garden buzzed with anticipation as the lights dimmed and the Queen of the Ring logo lit up on the tron.
Mauro Ranallo: It’s time for the Queen of the Ring tournament!
“Missile” by Dorothy hit, and Natalya made her way to the ring to a warm ovation. When Natalya was in the ring, Utami emerged in regal red and black. Finally, Jamie Hayter strode out with cocky swagger, smirking as she gestured dismissively toward the fans and her opponents. Once all three women were in the ring, the referee called for the bell. Hayter immediately bailed to the outside, letting Natalya and Utami square off. Natalya and Utami locked up in the center of the ring, trading holds with technical precision until Utami shoved Natalya into the ropes and floored her with a shoulder block. Hayter slid back in and tried to blindside Utami, but Utami caught her with a judo-style hip toss and a running dropkick that sent Hayter rolling out again.
Mauro Ranallo: Utami isn’t just powerful—she’s got a background in judo and joshi puroresu that makes her a nightmare to deal with.
Nigel McGuinness: And she’s not afraid to throw hands. Hayter’s going to need to pick her spot.
Natalya returned to the fray, and after a crisp back-and-forth exchange with Utami, she took the Red Queen down to the mat with a discus clothesline. Natalya went for the Sharpshooter, but Utami kicked her away before she could lock it in, then got to her feet and hit Natalya with a release German suplex. Hayter then re-entered the ring and tossed Unami to the outside, before covering Natalya. The referee counted – 1… 2… Natalya kicked out! As Hayter pulled Natalya to her feet, Utami re-entered the ring, climbing to the top rope and hitting a missile dropkick that knocked both Hayter and Natalya down. Utami then stacked Natalya on top of Hayter and hit a double running senton! She covered Hayter, and the referee counted – 1… 2… Hayter kicked out! Utami then made a pin attempt on Natalya… but Natalya kicked out at 2 also!
Mauro Ranallo: What an opening match! These three superstars are throwing everything they’ve got at each other to advance in the Queen of the Ring tournament!
Nigel McGuinness: This isn’t just a match – it’s a statement. And right now, all three of these women are saying the same thing: “I want the crown.”
Utami turned her attention back to Hayter, lifting her over her shoulder and hitting Koumori Tsuri Otoshi! She hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1… 2… Natalya broke it up just before the 3! Utami and Natalya exchanged punches, and after gaining the upper hand, Utami lifted Natalya up, going for the BT Bomb… but Natalya wriggled free and countered into a roll-up! The referee counted – 1… 2… Utami kicked out! As Utami got to her feet, Natalya ducked a clothesline and lifted Utami up, hitting a spinebuster. She pointed to the crowd, then grabbed Utami’s legs… putting her in the Sharpshooter!
Mauro Ranallo: Utami is stuck in the Sharpshooter and there’s nowhere to go! There are no rope breaks in a triple threat match… she’s going to have to submit!
Nigel McGuinness: Wait a minute… look out!
Just when it looked like Utami was going to tap, Jamie Hayter got to her feet and clobbered Natalya in the back of the head, forcing her to break the hold. She then lifted Natalya up, hitting the Ushigoroshi! Hayter then turned to Utami, who was struggling to her feet. As soon as Utami was up, Hayter charged towards her, hitting Hayterade! Hayter hooked the leg and the referee counted – 1… 2… 3!
Mauro Ranallo: Jamie Hayter stole that victory! Natalya had it won, but Hayter snatched it out from under her!
Nigel McGuinness: Stole it? That was strategy, Mauro. That’s how you win a triple threat — right place, right time, and the right move. Hayter played it to perfection.
Hayter backed up the ramp, smirking and holding up three fingers to symbolize her victory. In the ring, Natalya seethed.
Mauro Ranallo: Jamie Hayter advances to the next round of the Queen of the Ring tournament—but she may have made herself two enemies in the process.
Nigel McGuinness: Enemies or not, she’s one step closer to wearing that crown.
Mauro Ranallo: Up next, we’ve got the first match in this year’s King of the Ring tournament!
The fans inside Madison Square Garden roared as the lights dimmed and “Unscripted Divide” blasted through the speakers. Jon Moxley made his way through the crowd, eyes locked on the ring, a focused snarl etched across his face.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! The Purveyor of Violence is in the Garden, and business is about to pick up!
Nigel McGuinness: Jon Moxley has one goal tonight – become the King of the Ring and get back in the EBWF World Title picture. But first, he’s got to get through The Miz, a multi-time EBWF World Champion who is as cunning as they come.
The mood inside the arena shifted as “I Came to Play” hit the speakers. The Miz strutted out in a custom robe, oozing arrogance. He jawed with fans and gestured to the throne set up on the stage for the eventual tournament winner.
Mauro Ranallo: Say what you want about The Miz, but the man has accomplished it all here in EBWF. He knows how to win big matches.
Nigel McGuinness: He’s the ultimate opportunist, Mauro. If Moxley underestimates him for even a second, Miz will make him pay.
The bell rang, and Miz immediately rolled out of the ring, pointing to his temple, trying to frustrate Moxley. Moxley followed him out, but Miz slid back in and caught him with a stomp as he re-entered the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: Vintage Miz – cowardly, yet effective.
Nigel McGuinness: He’s not a coward, Mauro. He’s a strategist.
Miz went to work, targeting Moxley’s neck and back with precision offense. He hit a backbreaker/neckbreaker combo and taunted the crowd as he went for an early cover. Moxley kicked out at two, sitting up with a wild grin on his face.
Mauro Ranallo: You can’t keep Moxley down with moves like that – he thrives on punishment!
Nigel McGuinness: Sometimes I think Moxley enjoys pain more than winning.
Miz tried to lock in the Figure-Four, but Moxley kicked him off and exploded with a flurry of offense – first he hit a lariat, then whipped Miz into the corner and hit a corner clothesline, before following up with a release suplex that sent Miz sprawling across the mat. The crowd roared as Moxley pulled at his own hair, getting fired up.
Mauro Ranallo: This is where Moxley is at his most dangerous – when he gets rolling, it’s like a freight train with no brakes!
Nigel McGuinness: But Miz is still in this. He just needs one opening.
Miz found that opening by raking Moxley’s eyes when the referee was momentarily distracted. He followed up with a DDT and went for the Skull Crushing Finale, but Moxley slipped out and countered with a headbutt that staggered Miz.
Nigel McGuinness: What a counter, Mauro! Moxley just gave Miz a Glasgow kiss!
Mauro Ranallo: That was ugly, Nigel – but brutally effective.
As Miz stumbled, Moxley grabbed him and drilled him head-first into the mat with a headlock driver before pacing the ring like a predator sensing blood. Miz staggered to his feet, and Moxley hooked him in, hitting the Paradigm Shift!
Mauro Ranallo: Paradigm Shift! Lights out!
Nigel McGuinness: That’s it, Mauro. That has to be it!
Moxley hooked the leg and the referee counted - 1… 2… 3!
Mauro Ranallo: Jon Moxley moves on in the King of the Ring tournament, and Madison Square Garden is loving it!
Nigel McGuinness: Miz gave it his best shot, but tonight belonged to the man from Cincinnati. Moxley’s on a mission.
Moxley stood in the center of the ring, arms raised, soaking in the adulation of the crowd. He pointed to the throne, then to his own chest, before making his way up the ramp as a video package began to play for the next match.
The lights dimmed inside Madison Square Garden as the ring announcer’s voice echoed throughout the venue. The time had come for the EBWF Women’s Championship to be contested.
Britt Baker, D.M.D., entered first, the reigning champion and self-proclaimed “face of the women’s division.” She walked with supreme confidence, gold around her waist. Britt posed mid-ramp, pointing to the title and mouthing, “This stays with me”. Moments later, the arena shifted into a vibrant display of pink as Mina Shirakawa’s music hit. Dressed in her Oedo Tai gear, Mina radiated charisma and poise, a look of determination on her face. This was the biggest match of her EBWF career, and she knew it. The crowd roared as she entered the ring, locking eyes with the champion.
Mauro Ranallo: Mina Shirakawa has danced her way into the hearts of fans worldwide, but tonight, she’s got her eyes on something far more serious - the EBWF Women’s Championship.
Nigel McGuinness: And she’s got to go through one of the toughest champions we’ve ever seen in Britt Baker to do it.
The bell rang, and the two women circled each other with intensity. Baker initiated a lock-up, transitioning immediately into a wristlock. Mina rolled through and reversed it, taking Baker to the mat with a crisp arm drag. The champion popped back up and smirked, but Mina wasn’t fazed. She shot in for another exchange, ducked a clothesline, and caught Baker with a dropkick that sent her retreating to the outside.
Mina taunted her from inside the ring, blowing a kiss in her direction.
Britt climbed back in and took a more aggressive approach. She trapped Mina in the corner with sharp stomps, then whipped her across the ring and hit a running knee strike. The champ followed up with a butterfly suplex, floating into a cover for a two count.
Nigel McGuinness: Britt’s surgical precision is on full display now. She’s slowing the pace and dragging Mina into deep waters.
Britt began targeting Mina’s lower back, driving knees into her spine before applying a surfboard stretch. Mina gritted her teeth, refusing to quit, and managed to shift her weight enough to twist free. She fired back with a spinning back elbow, stunning the champion.
Mina capitalized with a bridging northern lights suplex - only a two count. She followed up with a series of forearms, building momentum, then connected with a running face crusher that sent Baker sprawling.
The challenger climbed to the top rope and came down with a diving crossbody—again, Britt kicked out.
Mauro Ranallo: Mina Shirakawa is stringing together offense like beads on a necklace, and Britt Baker might be in serious trouble!
Britt, rattled, tried to roll outside, but Mina dragged her back in. The champ responded with a sudden jawbreaker, buying herself some time. She then nailed a superkick, followed by the Fisherman’s neckbreaker—Shirakawa just barely got her shoulder up at two.
Furious, Baker pulled off her glove and signaled for the Lockjaw. She grabbed Mina’s wrist and went for the setup—but Mina countered, rolling Baker into a deep cradle for a near-fall.
They both scrambled to their feet, and Mina exploded with a spinning backfist that landed flush on Baker’s jaw. The crowd gasped as the champion collapsed.
Nigel McGuinness: “She caught her! That was dead on!”
Mina didn’t hesitate. She lifted Baker and hit the Glamorous Driver MINA, spiking the champion into the canvas. She hooked the leg.
Mauro Ranallo: “GLAMOROUS DRIVER! Is this it?!”
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The bell rang, and the crowd erupted as Mina Shirakawa sat up in disbelief, tears beginning to fill her eyes. The referee handed her the EBWF Women’s Championship, and she clutched it to her chest before rising to her feet.
Christy Hemme: Here is your winner… and NEEEEWWW EBWF Women’s Champion… MINA SHIRAKAWA!
Mauro Ranallo: Cinderella has claimed the crown! Mina Shirakawa has shocked the world and defeated Britt Baker at Madison Square Garden!
Nigel McGuinness: Give credit where it’s due—Mina earned every bit of that win. Britt Baker had no answer for that final flurry!
Confetti rained down as Mina stood atop the ropes, title raised high, soaking in the moment. On the outside, Britt Baker seethed, clutching her jaw as she glared back at the ring in disbelief. The era of Mina Shirakawa had begun, and EBWF Fallout had just crowned a brand new queen.
The atmosphere inside Madison Square Garden was electric as the main event of EBWF Fallout got underway. The EBWF World Champion, CM Punk, entered first to a thunderous ovation, the iconic strains of “Cult of Personality” echoing throughout the building. Focused, confident, and carrying the weight of being the face of the company, Punk made his way to the ring with gold around his waist and fire in his eyes.
Adam Cole followed to a chorus of mixed reactions—cheers from his loyal fans, but plenty of boos from those still stung by his recent actions. Cole oozed arrogance as he marched to the ring, jawing at fans and pointing to himself. He was a man who believed destiny had finally come calling.
The bell rang, and the two EBWF titans met in the center of the ring, their foreheads pressed together as they exchanged sharp words. The tension snapped with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Punk quickly transitioned into a headlock, wrenching tight and grounding Cole. Cole fought out, shoving Punk into the ropes, but Punk bounced back and dropped him with a shoulder block. The champion ran the ropes again, ducked a leapfrog, then caught Cole with a quick armdrag that sent the challenger scrambling to the corner. Cole regrouped, brushing the hair out of his face and smirking as he clapped sarcastically.
Nigel McGuinness: Punk’s got Cole rattled early on. That’s the veteran’s edge right there.
They locked up again, and this time Cole took control, driving his knee into Punk’s midsection before unloading with a flurry of forearms. He whipped Punk into the ropes and nailed a picture-perfect dropkick. Cole kipped up to a mix of admiration and disdain from the crowd, shouting, “This is my era now!” Cole remained aggressive, targeting Punk’s neck with precise knee drops and chinlocks, softening him for the Panama Sunrise. But Punk battled back, delivering vicious Muay Thai-style leg kicks that echoed through the Garden. A stiff roundhouse to the back of Cole’s thigh dropped the challenger to one knee, and Punk followed with a brutal running knee to the temple.
Mauro Ranallo: Those strikes from Punk come at you like a jazz solo—unexpected and devastating!
Punk hoisted Cole up and planted him with a snap suplex, floated over into a cover—only a two count. He pressed the advantage, climbing the top rope for a diving elbow drop, but Cole rolled out of the way, and Punk hit the mat hard. Cole capitalized with a shining wizard to the back of Punk’s head, followed by a brainbuster across the knee for a near-fall that brought gasps from the sold-out crowd. The two continued to trade momentum. Punk rallied with a swinging neckbreaker, then a running bulldog out of the corner. He called for the GTS and got Cole onto his shoulders, but Cole fought out and countered into a neckbreaker across the knee. Still, Punk refused to stay down.
They spilled to the outside, where Punk hurled Cole into the steel steps with a loud crash. He rolled Cole back into the ring and nailed a springboard clothesline for another near-fall. Punk then tried for the Anaconda Vise, locking it in tight, but Cole desperately inched to the ropes and forced the break.
Nigel McGuinness: That could’ve been the end right there! Cole barely had anything left in him!
As the match wore on, both men showed signs of exhaustion, exchanging forearms and stiff elbows in the middle of the ring. Cole ducked a lariat and connected with an enziguri. Punk fired back with a leg lariat of his own. The crowd rose to their feet as Punk climbed to the top rope once again—this time landing the flying elbow flush. He signaled for the end, roaring to the crowd, then lifted Cole for the GTS once more. Just as he steadied the challenger on his shoulders—chaos struck.
Marina Shafir suddenly appeared at ringside, leaping up onto the apron. The referee moved to intercept her, yelling for her to get down. With the official distracted, Kyle O’Reilly slid into the ring from the crowd, EBWF World Title in hand.
Nigel McGuinness: What the bloody hell is O’Reilly doing out here?!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! This is highway robbery in the heart of Manhattan!
With the ref’s back turned, O’Reilly leveled CM Punk with a thunderous title shot to the back of the head. Punk crumpled to the canvas, lifeless. O’Reilly rolled out just as fast as he came in, vanishing back into the sea of stunned fans.
Shafir hopped down as Cole crawled over Punk’s body and draped an arm across the champion.
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The bell rang, and the unthinkable had happened. Adam Cole had defeated CM Punk to become the new EBWF World Champion.
Christy Hemme: Here is your winner… and NEEEEEWWW EBWF World Champion… ADAM COLE!
Nigel McGuinness: That was a damn mugging, Mauro! Punk was robbed!
Mauro Ranallo: Adam Cole may be champion, but he did not earn that title with honor tonight. This was a heist, plain and simple!
Cole celebrated in the ring with Marina and Kyle O’Reilly, the crowd’s jeers grew deafening. Punk remained motionless, the victim of a calculated and cold-blooded betrayal. The image of Adam Cole raising the EBWF World Championship high above his head, smirking in triumph, closed out EBWF Fallout in a haze of controversy and outrage.
