Welcome to FORBIDDEN CROWN: AEW vs WWE
One night. Eight of the best wrestlers on the planet. No politics. No brand supremacy speeches. Just pride, ego, and legacy on the line. AEW vs WWE in a single-elimination tournament where reputations can shatter in one mistake.
The arena is sold out. The crowd is split down the middle. Chants of “A-E-W!” collide with “W-W-E!” like thunderclaps.
First round: AEW vs WWE. No safety net.
Will Ospreay vs Seth Rollins
The lights go dark and the crowd hums in anticipation. Out first is Seth Rollins, strutting onto the stage in outrageous gear, cackling like a man who believes this is his stage. He spreads his arms, soaking in the noise. He mouths, “I am the standard.”
Then the arena shifts.
The music hits.
Will Ospreay walks out focused and cold, jaw set. No theatrics. No dancing. Just pure assassin energy.
The bell rings and they explode into motion. Chain wrestling turns to lightning counters in seconds. Rollins attempts a quick Pedigree — Ospreay flips through and answers with a handspring kick that pops the crowd instantly.
Seth slows it down, targeting Ospreay’s lower back with calculated stomps. A vicious buckle bomb sends Ospreay crumpling. Rollins grins and hits a Falcon Arrow for two.
Ospreay fights from underneath, launching into a Sasuke Special that wipes Rollins out at ringside. Back inside, Ospreay lands Pip Pip Cheerio and a springboard forearm. Two count.
They escalate fast.
Rollins nails a superplex into Falcon Arrow — near fall. He calls for the Stomp. Ospreay counters into a Spanish Fly. Both men are down.
They rise and trade forearms in the center of the ring. Ospreay attempts Hidden Blade — Rollins ducks and connects with the Stomp!
1… 2… Ospreay kicks out.
The building shakes.
Seth can’t believe it. He goes for another Stomp. Ospreay springs up, lands a poisonrana, rebounds off the ropes at terrifying speed —
HIDDEN BLADE.
He doesn’t hesitate.
Stormbreaker.
1… 2… 3.
The AEW side erupts.
Winner: Will Ospreay
Kenny Omega vs Gunther
The energy shifts. This isn’t speed versus speed.
This is violence.
Gunther marches to the ring with no wasted motion. No smile. No theatrics. The mat is sacred ground and he intends to defend it.
Then the arena lights dim blue.
Kenny Omega steps out, finger gun raised, expression icy. The Best Bout Machine versus The Ring General.
The bell rings — and Gunther immediately cracks Omega’s chest with a chop so loud the crowd gasps. Omega staggers but fires back with kicks to the ribs. Gunther absorbs them and answers with another chop that drops Kenny to a knee.
Gunther dominates early with grinding holds and suffocating pressure. A thunderous powerbomb gets a long two. Omega’s chest is turning deep red.
But Kenny thrives in chaos.
He explodes with a sudden V-Trigger. Gunther barely moves. Another V-Trigger drops him to one knee. Kenny tries for the One Winged Angel — Gunther muscles out and lands a brutal lariat.
Gunther climbs the top rope — rare territory — and hits a massive splash. Two count.
The pace becomes brutal. Machine-gun chops from Gunther. Snap dragon suplexes from Omega. V-Trigger in the corner.
Gunther answers with a powerbomb.
1… 2… Omega kicks out.
The crowd is losing its mind.
Omega lands another V-Trigger and hoists Gunther again — ONE WINGED ANGEL attempt —
Gunther elbows free.
Short-arm lariat.
Another lariat.
Omega collapses but refuses to stay down.
Gunther pulls him up slowly, almost respectfully.
A final, echoing chop.
Then a devastating powerbomb followed immediately by a brutal lariat to the back of the head.
1… 2… 3.
Silence. Then shock.
The Ring General just survived Omega’s storm and ended it.
Winner: Gunther
FORBIDDEN CROWN rolls on.
The scoreboard is split:
AEW – 1
WWE – 1
The crowd is rabid now. The energy has shifted from curiosity to war. Every entrance feels heavier. Every near fall feels historic.
Two more first-round matches remain.
Swerve Strickland vs Cody Rhodes
The lights dim, and a choir echoes through the arena.
Out steps Cody Rhodes, suited in a regal coat, staring directly into the hard cam. He’s not smiling. This isn’t about theatrics. This is about proving he bet on the right house.
Then the arena goes dark.
Bass rattles the building.
Swerve Strickland walks out slowly, confident, dangerous, eyes locked on Cody. No wasted motion. Just aura.
The bell rings.
They circle carefully. Cody offers a handshake. Swerve looks at it… smirks… and pie-faces him.
Cody fires off immediately with sharp punches and a snap powerslam. Early Disaster Kick attempt — Swerve ducks and sweeps the leg. The pace becomes gritty.
Swerve isolates Cody’s knee, stomping it against the ring post. He wraps it around the steel and pulls. Cody screams but refuses to quit. Swerve methodically dismantles him, mocking the crowd.
Cody fights back with a sudden Cody Cutter out of nowhere.
Two count.
Momentum swings.
Cody hits a superplex and calls for Cross Rhodes — Swerve counters into a rolling flatliner. Near fall.
They escalate.
Swerve lands a House Call kick that nearly decapitates Cody.
1… 2… Cody barely kicks out.
The crowd is electric.
Swerve climbs up for the Swerve Stomp — Cody rolls at the last second. Swerve lands hard. Cody scrambles, limping, adrenaline pushing him forward.
Cross Rhodes.
He holds on.
Second Cross Rhodes.
He drags Swerve up again — third Cross Rhodes.
1… 2… 3.
Cody collapses, exhausted.
Swerve sits up slowly after the bell, furious but smirking. He took Cody to the limit.
Winner: Cody Rhodes
MJF vs CM Punk
The building feels tense.
Out first comes CM Punk to a thunderous reaction. He looks locked in, jaw tight. This is personal history meeting present reality.
Then the music hits.
MJF walks out draped in a Burberry scarf, chewing gum, soaking in the hatred. He grabs a mic on the stage.
“I already beat you once. I can do it again.”
He throws the mic down and slides into the ring.
The bell rings and they go nose-to-nose.
Punk slaps him.
Chaos erupts.
They brawl wildly, rolling to the outside. Punk throws MJF into the barricade. MJF rakes the eyes. Back inside, Punk hits a running knee in the corner.
Two count.
MJF bails outside, stalling. Punk follows — and MJF suddenly shoves him into the steel steps.
MJF takes control, slowing the pace, mocking Punk with Go To Sleep taunts. He locks in a headlock, grinding him down.
Punk fires back with stiff forearms. He hits a swinging neckbreaker and signals for GTS.
MJF panics and rolls out.
Back inside, Punk hits the Macho Man elbow drop.
1… 2… MJF kicks out.
Punk goes for GTS again — MJF slips behind and pulls the referee into the path. The ref goes down.
Low blow.
The crowd rains boos.
MJF smirks and pulls out his Dynamite Diamond Ring from his trunks. He waits as Punk staggers up.
CRACK.
He throws the ring out of the ring just as the referee stirs.
1… 2… 3.
The arena explodes with fury.
MJF laughs while backing up the ramp, blowing kisses to the crowd.
Winner: MJF
FIRST ROUND RESULTS:
Will Ospreay (AEW)
Gunther (WWE)
Cody Rhodes (WWE)
MJF (AEW)
The semifinals are set:
Will Ospreay vs Gunther
Cody Rhodes vs MJF
AEW vs WWE continues.
And now?
It gets serious.
FORBIDDEN CROWN – SEMIFINALS
The arena feels different now. The fun bravado of the opening round is gone. The crowd isn’t split anymore — they’re tense. Every move now could determine which company walks out with bragging rights.
Final Four:
Will Ospreay (AEW)
Gunther (WWE)
Cody Rhodes (WWE)
MJF (AEW)
Two companies. Two matches. One final.
Will Ospreay vs Gunther
Speed vs brutality.
Art vs punishment.
Will Ospreay enters first, still selling the war with Rollins but moving with laser focus. He knows this isn’t about flash tonight — this is about survival.
Then comes Gunther. No emotion. No wasted motion. He steps into the ring like it belongs to him.
The bell rings.
Gunther immediately cuts the ring in half. A massive chop echoes and Ospreay drops to a knee instantly. Gunther smirks — this isn’t Seth Rollins. This is different.
Ospreay tries to create distance, firing off quick kicks to the legs and ribs. He uses his speed, darting in and out, landing a handspring back elbow. The crowd rises.
Gunther doesn’t chase.
He waits.
Ospreay springboards —
Gunther catches him mid-air with a chop that turns him inside out.
The pace slows to Gunther’s rhythm. He traps Ospreay in a Boston crab, wrenching back mercilessly. Ospreay claws to the ropes, barely escaping.
Ospreay rallies with a sudden Oscutter out of nowhere.
1… 2… Gunther powers out.
Ospreay ramps up. Hidden Blade attempt — Gunther swats him mid-charge and plants him with a thunderous powerbomb.
Two count.
The Ring General grows irritated.
Gunther climbs to the top rope and attempts a splash — Ospreay rolls away. Gunther crashes hard.
This is Ospreay’s moment.
Poisonrana.
Hidden Blade connects flush.
The crowd explodes.
Ospreay hoists him for Stormbreaker —
Gunther elbows free and lands a lariat that nearly decapitates him.
Both men are down.
They rise slowly. Gunther unleashes three brutal chops in succession. Ospreay’s chest is crimson. Gunther pulls him up for another powerbomb — Ospreay counters into a hurricanrana roll-through!
1… 2… Gunther kicks out.
Gunther pops up furious and annihilates Ospreay with a short-arm lariat.
He doesn’t cover.
He pulls him up again.
Powerbomb.
Stacks him.
1… 2… 3.
The speed was spectacular.
But brutality wins tonight.
Winner: Gunther
Cody Rhodes vs MJF
History. Ego. Betrayal. Reinvention.
Cody Rhodes stands in the ring first, pacing. Focused. Composed.
Then the music hits.
MJF walks out with his scarf draped proudly, smirking. He mouths, “You left. I stayed.”
The bell rings and the tension is immediate.
Cody shoots for a quick takedown. MJF scrambles to the ropes, stalling early. He mocks Cody’s pose. Cody doesn’t bite.
They lock up and chain wrestle beautifully — counters on counters. MJF rolls to the outside to break momentum.
Cody chases.
MJF feigns a shoulder injury, baiting Cody. As Cody hesitates, MJF rakes the eyes and throws him into the barricade.
Back inside, MJF targets Cody’s ribs with methodical stomps. He locks in Salt of the Earth, wrenching Cody’s arm viciously. Cody claws toward the ropes and barely makes it.
Cody rallies with a powerslam and Disaster Kick.
Two count.
The crowd is roaring.
Cody hits a superplex and signals Cross Rhodes.
MJF counters mid-spin and hooks a small package.
2.9.
Cody escapes and immediately hits Cross Rhodes.
1… 2… MJF kicks out.
Shock.
MJF scrambles outside and pulls out the Dynamite Diamond Ring again. The referee sees it this time and confiscates it.
MJF loses his mind arguing.
Cody rolls him up from behind.
Two.
MJF springs up and slaps Cody across the face.
Cody snaps.
Bionic elbow. Cody Cutter.
Cross Rhodes.
He doesn’t stop.
Second Cross Rhodes.
He lifts him again — third Cross Rhodes attempt —
MJF slips out the back.
Low blow behind the referee’s blind spot.
Cody collapses.
MJF quickly rolls him up, grabbing a handful of tights.
1… 2… 3.
The arena erupts in outrage.
MJF scrambles out of the ring immediately, clutching his scarf and laughing hysterically up the ramp as Cody sits in the ring stunned.
Winner: MJF
THE FINAL IS SET:
Gunther (WWE)
vs
MJF (AEW)
The Ring General.
The Devil.
AEW vs WWE one last time.
The Forbidden Crown will not be won cleanly.
And it’s about to get ugly.
FORBIDDEN CROWN – GRAND FINAL
The arena is shaking before either man even appears.
AEW vs WWE.
Honor vs arrogance.
Discipline vs deception.
The finals of Forbidden Crown:
Gunther
vs
MJF
One match to decide it all.
Gunther vs MJF
Gunther enters first.
No theatrics. No wasted movement. He walks to the ring like an executioner approaching the block. The crowd hums in respect and fear. He steps between the ropes and removes his coat slowly, methodically, eyes never leaving the stage.
Then the lights dim.
MJF’s music hits and the boos are deafening. He steps out in a custom robe — Burberry lining stitched with “BETTER THAN YOU” in gold. He smirks, but there’s tension in his eyes. This isn’t a man he can out-athletic. This isn’t someone he can simply out-talk.
The bell rings.
MJF immediately rolls to the outside.
Gunther doesn’t chase.
He waits in the center of the ring.
MJF slowly re-enters and circles. They lock up — and Gunther instantly overpowers him, shoving him across the ring like a child. MJF scrambles up, frustrated.
Second lockup.
Gunther traps him in the corner and unleashes a chop that echoes through the building. MJF crumbles to the mat clutching his chest, eyes wide in shock. The crowd gasps.
Gunther drags him up and delivers another chop — louder.
MJF rolls outside again, desperately trying to slow the pace. He screams at the referee for space. Gunther steps out this time — and MJF immediately pokes him in the eye.
Boos rain down.
MJF shoves Gunther into the ring post and finally finds control. He attacks the knee, chopping the base down. He wraps Gunther’s leg around the steel and yanks. He slides back in and begins dissecting the limb with precision stomps.
Gunther grimaces but doesn’t cry out.
MJF mocks him, slapping him across the face.
Bad idea.
Gunther explodes upward with a thunderous lariat that flips MJF inside out.
The arena erupts.
Gunther mounts him with brutal forearms. He lifts MJF and plants him with a powerbomb.
1… 2… MJF kicks out.
Gunther stays calm. He drags MJF up again for another powerbomb — MJF claws at the referee’s shirt to create hesitation and slips free. He chop blocks the injured knee.
Gunther drops.
MJF locks in Salt of the Earth, wrenching back viciously. Gunther roars, crawling inch by inch toward the ropes. The crowd is on their feet.
He gets a fingertip on the bottom rope.
MJF is livid.
He argues with the referee, then subtly pulls the Dynamite Diamond Ring from his tights.
The crowd explodes with hatred.
He waits behind Gunther as he rises.
Gunther turns—
CRACK.
Ring to the jaw.
MJF panics and throws the ring out of the ring just before the referee turns around.
Gunther is dazed but still standing.
MJF hits the ropes.
Heat Seeker (rope-assisted piledriver).
1… 2…
Gunther kicks out.
The building nearly collapses.
MJF’s face goes pale.
Gunther rises slowly, fury in his eyes. He unleashes three monstrous chops in rapid succession. MJF falls to his knees.
Gunther lifts him for a powerbomb—
MJF slips down the back and shoves Gunther forward into the referee.
The ref goes down.
Low blow.
The crowd explodes in rage.
MJF quickly climbs the turnbuckle and hits a top-rope Heat Seeker as a second referee sprints down.
1… 2… 3.
The bell rings.
Silence… then chaos.
MJF rolls out of the ring instantly, clutching the Forbidden Crown trophy as if it’s stolen treasure. He stands on the ramp, breathing heavy, smiling wide.
He didn’t out-wrestle The Ring General.
He survived him.
And that’s all that matters.
Winner and Forbidden Crown Champion: MJF
AEW wins the tournament.
And MJF stands alone at the top — grinning as the entire arena rains down boos.
Because love him or hate him…
He’s still better than you.
