On Saturday, November 22, 2025, All Elite Wrestling delivered one of its most emotionally charged and physically brutal pay-per-views in history at an undisclosed U.S. venue. The night belonged to two men who didn’t just win titles—they rewrote their legacies. Samoa Joe, the relentless force of the Death Riders faction, finally captured the AEW World Championship after defeating defending champion Adam "Hangman" Page in a punishing steel cage match. Meanwhile, Mark Briscoe, wrestling through tears and memories, overcame Kyle Fletcher—backed by manager Don Callis—to claim the TNT Championship in a no-disqualification brawl that left fans breathless.

Joe’s Long-Awaited Crown

It took 17 years, three world titles in other promotions, and countless brutal brawls for Samoa Joe to stand atop AEW’s mountain. The match against Hangman Page wasn’t just physical—it was psychological. Page, who’d held the title for over 200 days, came in with a chip on his shoulder and a plan to outlast Joe’s fury. But Joe had no patience for games. He battered Page with forearms, suplexes, and a series of running knee strikes that echoed through the arena. At one point, Joe hoisted Page onto his shoulders and slammed him through the steel cage wall—a moment that had fans on their feet, phones out, screaming. When Joe locked in the Coquina Clutch for the third time, Page’s arm dropped twice—once, twice—before the ref called it. The crowd erupted. Joe, bloodied and exhausted, stared into the lights like he was seeing ghosts. This wasn’t just a win. It was redemption.

Briscoe’s Moment of Truth

Before the bell even rang for his TNT title match, Mark Briscoe’s pre-match video cut through the noise. No pyro. No hype music. Just him, alone on a dimly lit stage, speaking softly about his brother Jay, about his faith, about the nights he almost quit wrestling after injuries piled up. “This isn’t about me,” he said. “It’s about proving I still belong.” The crowd’s roar was deafening. When he walked out, you could see the weight in his eyes—not the weight of expectation, but the weight of history.

Kyle Fletcher, backed by the smug Don Callis, came out swinging, using every dirty trick: eye rakes, rope-assisted slams, even a chair shot disguised as a bump. But Briscoe absorbed it all. He took a chair to the ribs. He got slammed into the barricade. Yet he kept coming. In the final sequence, after dodging a superkick, Briscoe hit the Briscoe Driver—his signature move—and pinned Fletcher clean. The ref’s hand hit the mat three times. Briscoe didn’t celebrate. He just knelt, pressed his forehead to the mat, and cried. The moment was raw. Real. And it mattered.

Other Key Results and Storylines

In a chaotic six-man scramble, Ricochet outlasted Claudio Castagnoli, Wheeler Yuta, and Kevin Knight to claim an unspecified title or opportunity—though AEW officials haven’t confirmed what’s next for him. Castagnoli, who dominated early with a series of uppercuts and The Swing, was ultimately outmaneuvered by Ricochet’s aerial genius. One moment stood out: Ricochet leapt from the top rope, avoided a clothesline, and landed a hurricanrana that sent Castagnoli crashing into the turnbuckle. The crowd chanted “Ricochet! Ricochet!” like it was a prayer.

Kyle O’Reilly also won a match, though details remain murky. WrestlingHeadlines.com noted he “followed Jon Moxley and Marina Shafir to the ring,” hinting at a brewing alliance—or betrayal. Meanwhile, the Timeless Love Bombs, Sisters Of Sin, and Babes Of Wrath clashed in a four-corner match to determine stipulations for their semifinal bouts. The winners—unconfirmed as of press time—will now pick the rules for their next match. Could this be the start of a women’s division revolution?

Even the undercard delivered. Mercedes Moné defeated Stat with a devastating Staturday Night Fever. The Young Bucks—Kenny Omega and Matt Jackson—delivered a brutal beatdown on Jurassic Express, ending with a BTE Trigger and a dive through the ropes. And in a shocking twist, Alexander survived a Countdown to Extinction, only to be met with a running knee from his own partner.

Why This Matters

This wasn’t just another November PPV. It was a turning point. Samoa Joe’s win signals AEW’s willingness to elevate veterans with credibility—not just charisma. Briscoe’s victory? It’s the kind of storytelling that turns casual viewers into lifelong fans. And the Death Riders? They’re no longer just a faction. They’re a movement. With Jon Moxley now aligned with O’Reilly and Shafir, and Joe holding the top title, the power structure of AEW has shifted dramatically.

Tony Khan, AEW’s CEO and president, didn’t need to say a word. The night spoke for itself. The company is no longer just competing with WWE—it’s redefining what a wrestling narrative can be.

What’s Next?

With Joe as champion, expectations are sky-high. Will he defend against Hangman Page in a rematch? Or will Claudio Castagnoli, now with a personal vendetta against Ricochet, demand a shot? And what about Briscoe? The Wikipedia entry for Full Gear 2025 cryptically notes, “Had Briscoe lost, he...” — implying a career-altering consequence that was narrowly avoided. That’s a storyline waiting to explode.

The women’s division, meanwhile, is gaining momentum. If the Four Corners winners choose a “Loser Leaves AEW” stipulation for their semifinal, we could see major names exit the roster. And with O’Reilly and Moxley’s alliance forming, the next chapter of the Death Riders saga is already being written.