XWF Saturday Night Carnage Episode 19

Venue

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Opening Segment

XWF Carnage opens to a massive pop from the live crowd, the energy in the arena at an all-time high. As the camera pans across the sea of excited fans, the theme music of Adam Creed blares through the speakers. The titantron lights up with his name in bold, fiery letters as he steps onto the stage, clad in a sharp black leather jacket, a confident smirk playing on his face. The XWF Universe erupts, knowing that tonight, things are about to get interesting. Walking down the ramp with the same swagger that made him a household name, Creed soaks in the cheers before stepping into the ring, microphone in hand. He waits for the crowd to settle, though their excitement barely fades. Finally, he raises the mic to speak.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a very special edition of XWF Carnage! Now, I know what you're thinking—where’s our beloved boss, PJ Stone? Well, PJ had some business to handle, and like a true leader, he made sure this ship kept sailing. And who better to steer the wheel than yours truly, the Rated-R General Manager for the night? Now, I know PJ’s got big plans for this company, and I respect the hell out of that. But for tonight? Tonight is about Carnage, and you all know what that means. Unpredictability. Chaos. And most importantly—opportunity. So, from now until this show ends, Adam Creed is in charge, and I guarantee you one thing: No one is safe!

Before he can continue, the arena is suddenly filled with the sound of an old-school wrestling theme, a theme that many long-time fans recognize immediately. The crowd gasps, then erupts into cheers as Professor Cornette steps onto the stage, his signature tennis racket in hand. Dressed in his classic suit and tie, Cornette shakes his head with a smirk before marching down to the ring. Once inside, he gestures for a microphone and eyes Creed with a knowing look.

Adam Creed, let me tell ya something, son, I’ve been in this business longer than most of these young bucks in the back have been alive. And I’ve seen guys like you come and go, guys who think they can just waltz in, take over for a night, and make the rules up as they please. Now, don’t get me wrong, you got the skills, the charisma, and the fan , but running a wrestling show? That’s a whole different ballgame!

Creed grins, crossing his arms.

Oh, come on, Professor. You don’t think I can handle this?

Cornette raises an eyebrow.

I didn’t say that. What I’m saying is, there’s a reason why this business has a foundation, and that foundation ain’t built on reckless abandon. I’ve seen companies rise and fall because of the wrong leadership. I’ve seen talent wasted because of bad decisions. So my question to you, Creed, is this: Are you here to give these fans a show they’ll never forget, or are you here to turn this into your personal playground?

The crowd reacts with intrigue, waiting to see how Creed responds. He steps forward, face-to-face with Cornette, and smirks.

Professor, I respect you more than most, but let’s get one thing straight. I’m not some rookie who doesn’t know what he’s doing. I’ve been in this ring, I’ve fought the best, and I know exactly what these people want. So tonight, I plan on giving it to them. You’re welcome to stay and watch, but I hope you’re ready, because things are about to get wild.

Cornette sighs and shakes his head.

Well, if that’s the case, then I might as well stick around. Somebody’s gotta keep an eye on things and make sure you don’t run this place straight into the ground."

The fans cheer at the idea of Cornette being involved, while Creed simply laughs.

Fair enough, old man. But just try to keep up.

With that, Creed drops the mic, and his music hits once more. The show is officially underway, and with Adam Creed in charge and Professor Cornette watching closely, XWF Carnage is guaranteed to be one unforgettable night.

Match #1 - Jett Grey vs Pablo Giovanni - EC Qualifying

The referee calls for the bell, and the match is underway. The two men circle each other, each knowing the other's strengths—Grey with his aerial mastery and Giovanni with his unmatched strength and technique. They lock up, and Giovanni immediately asserts his power, pushing Grey back into the corner with sheer force. The referee steps in to break it up, but as soon as Grey gets space, he explodes out with a lightning-fast dropkick, sending Giovanni stumbling backward.

Grey wastes no time, using his agility to stay one step ahead. He ducks under a clothesline, rebounds off the ropes, and springboards into a flying forearm smash! Giovanni drops to one knee but quickly powers back up. Grey tries to keep the momentum going, launching himself for a hurricanrana, but Giovanni catches him mid-air and counters with a devastating powerbomb! The impact rattles the ring, and Giovanni quickly covers for the pin—1…2…Kickout!

Realizing he needs to slow Grey down, Giovanni shifts his strategy, dragging him up and locking in a gut-wrench suplex sequence, showcasing his raw strength by lifting Grey effortlessly and slamming him down three times in a row. The crowd appreciates the display of power, but Grey is in trouble. Giovanni, ever the technician, transitions into a brutal arm-trap submission, cranking Grey’s shoulder and limiting his high-flying abilities.

Grey fights through the pain, using his speed to escape, rolling forward and landing a jaw-rattling enzuigiri to Giovanni’s temple! The Swiss powerhouse stumbles, and Grey sees his opening. He dashes toward the ropes, handspringing off into a beautiful OsCutter! The crowd erupts as Grey hooks the leg—1…2…Giovanni kicks out!

Frustration flashes across Grey’s face, but he refuses to let up. He climbs to the top rope, signaling for his signature Shooting Star Press, but Giovanni springs to his feet and uppercuts him mid-air! The impact sends Grey crashing down in a heap. Wasting no time, Giovanni deadlifts Grey into a Neutralizer, spiking him headfirst into the mat! The referee drops for the count—1…2…3!

The bell rings, and Pablo Giovanni stands victorious, his arm raised as he officially qualifies for the Extermination Chamber. Grey, still dazed, rolls to the apron, disappointment clear on his face. The crowd gives both men a standing ovation for the incredible match, but tonight, it's Giovanni’s night. With momentum on his side, he marches toward the Extermination Chamber, knowing that his toughest battle is still ahead.

Winner

Pablo Giovanni

Time

17:43

Backstage Segment

Following the grueling Extermination Chamber Qualifying Match, where Pablo Giovanni secured his spot with a hard-fought victory over Jett Grey, the camera cuts to a dimly lit backstage office. The XWF General Manager’s office—usually occupied by PJ Stone—has undergone a temporary makeover under Adam Creed’s control. Papers are scattered across the desk, an empty coffee cup sits on the edge, and Creed himself lounges comfortably in the chair, his boots propped up on the table. He casually flips through the night’s match card with a smug grin, clearly enjoying his time as the man in charge. Just as he leans back, reveling in his moment of authority, the door swings open with force, and in storms Professor Cornette, his iconic tennis racket in hand. Dressed in his signature suit and tie, Cornette’s expression is a mix of frustration and disbelief. He glares at Creed, shaking his head before stepping forward. The tension in the room thickens as the veteran manager plants both hands on the desk and leans in.

What in the hell do you think you’re doing, son?

Cornette’s Southern drawl carries with the weight of a man who’s seen this business rise and fall too many times.

This ain’t some damn playground! You’re sittin’ here like a kid in the principal’s office while this show teeters on the edge of anarchy!

Creed smirks, lowering his feet from the desk.

Relax, Corny. The show’s running smoothly, the fans are loving it, and as far as I’m concerned, I haven’t burned the place down yet.

He gestures around the room with an exaggerated wave.

Look! No flames, no riots—just good ol’ fashioned Carnage.

Cornette scoffs, rubbing his temples in exasperation.

That’s the damn problem, Creed. You’re treating this like it’s a free-for-all. You think just ‘cause you’re wearin’ the big boy pants for the night that you can just throw caution to the wind? This business ain’t built on chaos alone—it’s built on structure, order, and respect!

He taps his racket against the desk for emphasis, his voice rising with every word. Creed leans forward, his expression shifting slightly.

Oh, I respect this business, Cornette. More than you know. But you and I both know that structure and order don’t sell out arenas—excitement does. The fans don’t want rules and regulations, they want unpredictability. They want moments they’ll never forget. And guess what? I’m giving it to them.

Cornette shakes his head, clearly unconvinced.

You’re walking a fine damn line, Creed. You think you’re callin’ the shots now, but what happens when the wrong guy gets pissed off? What happens when one of these loose cannons decides they don’t like your decisions? You ready to deal with that fallout? Because I’ve seen companies crumble under the weight of egos runnin’ wild.

Creed stands up, meeting Cornette’s gaze.

know exactly what I’m doing. I’m not here to run this place into the ground—I’m here to make sure that tonight is a night nobody forgets. And if that means ruffling a few feathers along the way? So be it.

Cornette exhales sharply, clearly realizing he won’t get through to Creed. He steps back, adjusting his suit jacket.

Fine. You wanna be the puppet master for the night? You wanna play with fire? Just don’t come cryin’ to me when you get burned.”

With that, he turns on his heel and storms out, slamming the door behind him. Creed watches him go, shaking his head before chuckling under his breath.

Oh, Corny… I wouldn’t have it any other way.

With a self-satisfied grin, he leans back in PJ Stone’s chair once more, lacing his fingers behind his head as the scene fades to black.

Match #2 - Massacre vs Myles Moss - EC Qualifying

The bell rings, and immediately, Moss attempts to use his speed, darting around Massacre to avoid the initial lock-up. He lands a few quick kicks to Massacre’s legs, trying to chop down the giant early, but the monster barely flinches. Moss rebounds off the ropes, looking for a flying forearm—but Massacre catches him mid-air and hurls him across the ring with frightening ease! The impact sends Moss rolling under the bottom rope, needing a moment to recover.

Massacre isn’t one for patience. He steps over the ropes and drops to the outside, stalking Moss like a predator. He grabs Moss by the throat and lifts him high into the air for a chokeslam onto the apron! The crowd gasps as Moss writhes in pain, clutching his back. Massacre glares at the fallen veteran, tilting his head as if contemplating how much punishment to deliver next.

Moss, desperate, rolls back inside the ring to escape, but Massacre follows. As the giant climbs onto the apron, Moss sees his chance—a well-timed dropkick to Massacre’s knee! The big man stumbles, and Moss quickly follows up with a rope-assisted DDT, spiking Massacre’s head onto the mat. The veteran wastes no time and goes for the cover—1…2…kickout with authority!

The kickout sends Moss flying backward, and he realizes he needs to keep up the pressure. He quickly scales the top rope, taking a deep breath before leaping off for a Frog Splash—but Massacre catches him in mid-air! The monster rises to his feet, still holding Moss, and drives him into the canvas with a thunderous Black Hole Slam! The ring shakes from the impact, and Massacre hooks the leg—1…2…Moss barely gets the shoulder up!

The crowd is on their feet as Massacre glares down at his opponent, frustrated but not surprised. He grabs Moss by the throat again, lifting him up for another chokeslam, but this time, Moss counters with a desperate low dropkick to Massacre’s shin! The giant stumbles, allowing Moss to hit the ropes and connect with a massive Killswitch! The crowd erupts as Moss scrambles for the pin—1…2…Massacre kicks out at the last second!

Moss can’t believe it. He runs a hand through his hair, realizing he might have thrown his best shot. He slowly rises to his feet, waiting for Massacre to get up. The moment the monster stands, Moss charges for a second Killswitch, but Massacre counters—grabbing Moss by the waist and launching him with a sickening powerbomb into the turnbuckles! The impact knocks the wind out of Moss, and Massacre wastes no time. He drags Moss to the center of the ring, hoists him up, and delivers a second Black Hole Slam!

The referee drops for the count—1…2…3!

The bell rings, and Massacre stands victorious, his path to the Extermination Chamber now secured. The fans give a mixed reaction—some in awe of the monster’s dominance, others heartbroken for Myles Moss. As Massacre glares down at his fallen opponent, he lets out a low, guttural laugh before stepping over the top rope and making his way up the ramp.

Winner

Massacre

Time

14:27

Pre-Match Interview: Shay Perez

Lisa Evans: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time—Shay Perez! Shay, tonight, you go one-on-one with Amelia Dame in what many are calling the biggest match of your career so far. How are you feeling heading into this huge challenge?

Shay adjusts the wrist tape on her right hand before exhaling sharply, collecting her thoughts. She nods, acknowledging the importance of this moment.

Lisa, I’ve been waiting for this match my whole life. Amelia Dame is one of the best to ever do it. She’s been at the top, she’s fought through every obstacle, and she’s proven time and time again why she’s the standard in this division. And now? Now it’s my turn to step up and show that I belong here, that I can stand toe-to-toe with the best.

Lisa leans in slightly, intrigued by Shay’s mindset.

You’ve been on an incredible rise here in XWF. Many fans believe you have the potential to be the future of this division. But with Amelia’s experience and big-match pedigree, do you feel any pressure going into this fight?

Shay chuckles softly, shaking her head.

Pressure? Of course, I feel pressure. But pressure is what makes diamonds, Lisa. I’ve trained my whole life for moments like this. I’ve studied Amelia Dame’s matches, I know what she brings to the table, and I know she’s gonna push me harder than anyone ever has. But that’s exactly what I want. I want the fight. I want the struggle. Because at the end of the night, whether I win or lose, I want to walk out of that ring knowing I gave her everything I had.

Lisa nods in understanding, sensing the fire in Shay’s voice.

Speaking of Amelia, she’s made it clear that she’s not going to take it easy on you. In fact, earlier tonight, she mentioned that she sees a lot of herself in you—but that doesn’t mean she’s going to let you make a name at her expense. How do you respond to that?

Shay’s expression tightens slightly, her youthful enthusiasm giving way to raw intensity.

And I wouldn’t want her to. If I’m going to earn my spot at the top, I want to do it the right way. I don’t want handouts, I don’t want shortcuts—I want to prove myself against the best. Amelia says she sees a little of herself in me? Good. But I’m not here to be the next Amelia Dame—I’m here to be the first Shay Perez. And tonight, I’m going to make sure she re my name.

Lisa pauses, letting the words sink in before wrapping up.

Strong words, Shay. Any final message for Amelia Dame before your match?

Shay takes a deep breath, looking directly into the camera, as if addressing Amelia Dame herself.

Amelia, I respect everything you’ve done in this business. But respect doesn’t mean I’m backing down. You wanted a fight? You got one. Let’s see who really wants it more."

With that, Shay gives Lisa a nod before walking off, heading toward the gorilla position. The camera lingers on Lisa for a moment before cutting back to the arena, where the crowd is buzzing in anticipation.

Match #3 - Amelia Dame vs Shay Perez

The bell rings, and Amelia immediately swings the chair at Shay’s head, but the younger competitor ducks at the last second. She hits the ropes, rebounding with a flying forearm smash that stuns Amelia! The chair falls from her hands, and Shay wastes no time, mounting Amelia with a flurry of stiff punches. The veteran rolls out of the ring to recover, but Shay isn’t giving her a second to breathe—suicide dive through the ropes! The impact sends both women crashing into the barricade!

Shay gets to her feet first and grabs a kendo stick from under the ring. She cracks it across Amelia’s back, causing a sickening thwack to echo through the arena. Another shot. Then another. Amelia winces but suddenly catches the kendo stick on the next swing, yanking it out of Shay’s hands. Before Shay can react, Amelia breaks the stick over her knee and drives a stiff boot into Shay’s midsection, sending her sprawling across the floor.

The fight spills into the crowd as Amelia drags Shay by the hair, tossing her over the barricade and into a group of chairs. Fans scatter as Amelia follows, grabbing a drink from someone’s hand and splashing it into Shay’s face before delivering a suplex onto the concrete! Shay screams in pain as Amelia goes for a cocky cover—1…2…kickout! Amelia scoffs, clearly impressed by Shay’s toughness but determined to end this fight on her own .

Dragging Shay back to ringside, Amelia sets up a table near the apron. She hoists Shay up, looking for a powerbomb through the wood—but Shay fights back! She lands several desperate elbows to Amelia’s head, forcing the veteran to stumble. Shay counters with a hurricanrana, sending Amelia crashing into the steel steps! The crowd roars as Shay pulls herself up, her body aching but her fire still burning.

Shay pulls out a steel chain from under the ring and wraps it around her fist. As Amelia stirs, Shay charges forward—chain-assisted punch to the jaw! Amelia collapses, blood trickling from her lip. Shay wastes no time, rolling her opponent into the ring. She climbs the turnbuckle, the crowd sensing something big. 450 SPLASH—NO! Amelia gets her knees up at the last second!

Both women lie on the mat, barely able to move. The fans chant “This is awesome!” as Amelia slowly rises, dragging herself to the chair she brought earlier. She unfolds it and places it in the center of the ring. Then, with a wicked grin, she pulls Shay up and hooks her head—DDT ONTO THE CHAIR! The impact is brutal. Amelia covers—1…2…3!

The bell rings, and Amelia Dame emerges victorious, her body battered, her breath heavy. The referee raises her hand as Shay remains motionless on the mat, having given everything she had. Amelia looks down at her fallen opponent and, in a rare moment of respect, nods before rolling out of the ring. She may have won, but she knows that Shay Perez just proved she belongs in the fight.

Winner

Amelia

Time

18:42

Match #4 - Evan Flowers & Hunter Creed vs Wallace & Ted - Tornado Tag No DQ

As soon as Ted and Wallace gets in the ring, Hunter immediately goes after Wallace, driving him into the corner with a flurry of punches, while Evan and Ted spill to the outside. The referee quickly signals for the match to officially start, but with no rules.

On the outside, Ted grabs a steel chair and swings at Evan, but Evan ducks and counters with a Disaster Kick! The chair smacks into Ted’s face as he stumbles backward, crashing into the barricade. Meanwhile, in the ring, Hunter whips Wallace into the ropes, but Wallace counters—huge spinebuster onto a trash can! Hunter yells in pain as Wallace rolls to the outside, looking for more weapons.

Wallace tosses a kendo stick to Ted, who uses it to choke Evan on the ground, wrenching it across his throat. Hunter, recovering, rolls out and grabs a Singapore cane, cracking it across Wallace’s back! The sound echoes through the arena as Wallace falls to his knees. Hunter lifts him up and drives him head-first into the ring post!

Evan breaks free from Ted’s grasp, grabs a table from under the ring, and sets it up near the apron. But before he can use it, Ted low-blows him from behind! The crowd boos as Wallace and Ted regroup, dragging Evan toward the table. Wallace lifts him up, signaling for a powerbomb—but Hunter rushes in with a steel chair to Wallace’s back! Evan takes advantage, hitting a sunset flip powerbomb through the table!

The crowd erupts in a "Holy sh*t!" chant as Wallace lies in the wreckage. Ted, realizing he’s alone, scrambles into the ring, trying to escape. But Hunter and Evan roll in as well, cornering him like predators.

Ted tries to beg them off, but Hunter and Evan shake their heads before launching into a double-team assault! Hunter whips Ted into a Cross Rhodes from Evan, and without hesitation, Hunter picks him up and plants him with Sleep Paralysis! Evan quickly makes the cover as Hunter keeps watch—1…2…3!

The bell rings, and the crowd explodes as Hunter and Evan stand tall, victorious in this chaotic war. They roll out of the ring, celebrating as Ted lies unconscious and Wallace remains buried in the broken table at ringside.

Winners:

Evan Flowers & Hunter Creed

Time

16:19

In- Ring Segment

The camera pans to the ring, where Adam Creed stands confidently in the center, microphone in hand. He smirks as he looks around at the packed Lincoln Financial Field, soaking in the moment. For one night only, he has been in charge of XWF Carnage, and so far, things have been absolute chaos—but exactly the kind of chaos the fans love.

Before Creed can speak, the crowd erupts as the familiar voice of Professor Cornette blares through the speakers.

Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for our one-night-only General Manager—Adam Creed!

Cornette strides down the ramp, dressed in his signature suit, microphone in hand, grinning like the proud professor he is. As he steps into the ring, Creed watches him closely, already sensing that Cornette has something important to say. Cornette raises his mic, nodding in approval as the crowd continues cheering.

Now, Adam, I gotta say... for a guy who's spent his career making enemies, causing mayhem, and ruffling more feathers than a chicken in a tornado, you’ve actually done a hell of a job tonight.

The crowd cheers as Creed smirks, adjusting his jacket.

mean, let’s be honest—I was expecting an absolute disaster. Fistfights in the parking lot, lawsuits from the athletic commission, a potential riot… but instead, you’ve given these people one hell of a show!

Creed chuckles, nodding in agreement before raising his mic.

Well, Professor, I appreciate that. But you and I both know… I thrive in chaos. And if you give me the keys to the castle, I’m gonna make damn sure we burn this place down in the best way possible.

The crowd erupts again, loving every second of this exchange. Cornette laughs, pacing around the ring.

Fair enough. But, Adam, let’s cut to the chase—tonight ain’t over yet. We’ve had tables broken, bodies battered, and fights that will be talked about for weeks. But none of that matters if we don’t stick the landing. And that’s where my question comes in.

Cornette stops, turning to face Creed, his expression now serious.

You’ve done a great job so far, kid… but do you really think you can pull off this main event?

The crowd murmurs, feeling the weight of the question. Creed’s smirk fades slightly as he steps closer to Cornette, locking eyes with the veteran.

You’re damn right I can. I’ve been in that ring, I’ve been through wars, and I know exactly what it takes to put on a match that people will never forget. Tonight’s main event? It’s not just another match—it’s the exclamation point on everything we’ve built tonight.

Cornette raises an eyebrow, intrigued but not fully convinced.

Talk is cheap, Adam. What makes you so sure that this isn’t gonna fall apart like a house of cards?

Creed doesn’t hesitate.

Because I know these guys. I know what’s at stake. And more than anything, I know that when you give these men the biggest stage possible, they’re gonna tear the house down. That’s not a guess—that’s a promise.

The conviction in his voice makes the crowd roar in approval. Cornette strokes his chin, clearly considering Creed’s words. Then, after a long pause, he nods.

Alright, Adam. I’m gonna trust you on this. But just know this—when that bell rings, it’s all on you. Sink or swim, this main event is your responsibility.

Creed steps forward, getting right in Cornette’s face with a confident smirk.

Then you better get ready to watch history, Professor. Because when this is over, they’re not just gonna be talking about this main event—they’re gonna be talking about the night Adam Creed ran Carnage.

Creed and Cornette Sits ringside to watch the main event unfold.

Main Event

Tanner Ciampa vs Op Rollins vs Alexander Zerostone vs PJ Stone - Fatal 4 Way Elimination Match

The tension in the Wells Fargo Center is at an all-time high as the main event is about to begin. The fans buzz with anticipation, knowing that this Fatal 4-Way Elimination Match will determine one of the best EC competitior is. But there’s just one problem—only three men are in the ring.

Op Rollins, the self-proclaimed "Architect of XWF," stands smugly in one corner, stretching his arms out as if he already owns the ring. Across from him, the powerhouse Alexander Zerostone paces back and forth, cracking his knuckles, ready for a fight. Meanwhile, Tanner Ciampa leans against the ropes, his eyes locked on both men, his intensity unwavering. But where is the fourth competitor?

The referee looks toward the stage, uncertain of what to do, when suddenly—

PJ Stone's music hits!

The arena explodes as the XWF owner makes his shocking return! PJ Stone is here! The fans rise to their feet as he storms down the ramp, fire in his eyes. Dressed in his battle-worn gear, it’s clear that he’s been through hell, but nothing is going to keep him from this fight. The three men in the ring are stunned, especially Op Rollins, who starts shaking his head in disbelief.

The moment PJ slides into the ring, the bell rings, and chaos ensues! Alexander Zerostone and Tanner Ciampa immediately go after Op Rollins, backing him into a corner with clubbing strikes. Meanwhile, PJ and Op briefly lock eyes—there’s unfinished business between them—but PJ instead turns his attention to Alexander, launching himself at the powerhouse with a series of brutal punches!

The first elimination comes at the 8-minute mark, when Op Rollins, ever the opportunist, delivers a low blow to Tanner Ciampa and rolls him up with a handful of tights—1…2…3! Tanner Ciampa is eliminated! Furious, Tanner tries to attack Op after the pin, but referees hold him back as he’s forced to exit. Op laughs, but his amusement doesn’t last long as PJ Stone clobbers him with a Claymore Kick out of nowhere!

With Tanner gone, the match becomes a brutal war of attrition. Alexander Zerostone and PJ Stone go toe-to-toe in a stunning power showdown, trading heavy blows that shake the ring. Op Rollins, recovering in the corner, waits for the perfect moment to strike, watching as the two titans battle it out. At the 15-minute mark, Op takes his chance, sneaking up behind Alexander and hitting a devastating Curb Stomp onto the steel steps! He shoves Alexander into the ring and covers—1…2…3! Alexander Zerostone is eliminated!

Now, it’s down to PJ Stone vs. Op Rollins—a battle months in the making. The crowd is red-hot, chanting for PJ as he rises to his feet, locking eyes with his longtime rival. Op grins arrogantly, knowing he has outlasted two other competitors, but PJ shakes his head—this isn’t over yet.

The final stretch of the match is an absolute war. Op goes for another Curb Stomp, but PJ catches him mid-air and counters into a spine-shattering powerbomb! He signals for the end, pounding the mat as Op struggles to his feet. The crowd erupts as PJ charges forward—CLAYMORE KICK! Op flips inside out from the impact! PJ covers—1…2…3!

The bell rings, and the arena explodes as PJ Stone stands victorious in his grand return. The referee raises his hand, but he barely has the strength to lift it—this match took everything out of him. Op Rollins lies motionless, his arrogance finally costing him the biggest prize.

As PJ stands tall, exhausted but triumphant, he looks out at the sea of fans chanting his name. He has returned, and this victory proves one thing—PJ Stone is back to end the show.

Winner

PJ Stone

Time

22:09

Aftermath

PJ Stone stands in the center of the ring, exhausted but victorious. The crowd is still electric, chanting his name as he catches his breath. The battle he just endured took everything out of him, but in the end, he stands tall. As the referee raises his arm, the camera pans to the entrance ramp, where Professor Cornette walks out, clapping his hands. The legendary figure wears a proud smirk, his microphone in hand, as he steps into the ring.

Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the winner of this hellacious match—PJ STONE!

Cornette exclaims, and the crowd erupts again. PJ nods, running a hand through his sweat-drenched hair, still catching his breath.

Son, I told Adam Creed earlier tonight that this show would be judged by how it ended. And if this match is the final statement of the night, then by God, it’s been a damn fine show!

Before PJ can respond, the moment is shattered as the lights suddenly flicker, and the hWo's music hits. The fans erupt in boos as Wallace, Ted, and Eden storm down the ramp like a pack of wolves, their intentions crystal clear. PJ, still worn down from his match, barely has time to react before they swarm him like vultures!

Ted and Wallace stomp down on PJ, their boots driving into his ribs as Eden directs traffic from the side, smirking at the destruction. PJ tries to fight back, throwing desperate punches, but Ted cracks him in the face with a stiff forearm, knocking him back down. Wallace follows up by lifting PJ to his feet—BIG SPINEBUSTER onto the canvas! PJ writhes in pain as the hWo continues their assault.

Just as it looks like things are about to get worse—Hunter Creed and Evan Flowers sprint down the ramp! The crowd erupts as the duo slides into the ring, immediately tackling Wallace and Ted to the mat! Evan trades blows with Ted, driving him into the corner, while Hunter throws Wallace over the ropes! The numbers are suddenly even, and Eden, realizing the tables have turned, orders her men to retreat.

The hWo regroups at ringside, Wallace clutching his jaw while Ted holds his ribs, glaring up at the three men now standing strong in the ring. But before they can make another move, Adam Creed slowly gets up from ringside, steel chair in hand. He eyes the hWo, gripping the chair tighter, stepping forward slightly. The tension spikes.

But instead of charging back in, Wallace sneers and motions for the hWo to back off. The group slowly makes their way up the ramp, their eyes still locked on PJ, Hunter, and Evan. The message is clear—this isn’t over. As they disappear behind the curtain, the camera focuses back on the ring, where PJ pulls himself up with the ropes, wiping blood from his lip.

Adam Creed steps inside, folding the chair before tossing it aside. He looks at PJ, nodding slightly. Cornette, still holding his mic, steps forward with a wide grin.

Well, now that we've taken out the trash, let me just say—this was one hell of a show!" The fans cheer as he gestures toward both PJ and Adam. "From top to bottom, we gave these people a night they’ll never forget. And I gotta it, Adam Creed… you actually pulled it off.

Adam smirks, crossing his arms.

Told you I would."

Cornette chuckles, shaking his head before turning to PJ.

And you, son… you just proved why you’re still the man around here.

PJ nods, but his eyes slowly shift toward Adam Creed. There’s a brief silence, a moment of understanding ing between them. For one night, Adam ran the show, and PJ delivered in the main event.

PJ looks at Adam Creed and gives him a respectful nod. Adam smirks and returns it. It’s not a handshake, not an alliance—just mutual respect. The crowd cheers loudly, knowing this could be the beginning of something bigger.

As the camera fades to black, the last shot is of PJ Stone, Adam Creed, and Professor Cornette standing tall in the ring—XWF Carnage ends on a high note, but the war with hWo is far from over.