Live from Mechanics Bank Arena | Bakersfield, CA | Crowd Size: 10,522
SEGMENT ONE
Somewhere in Los Angeles
The camera fades in to reveal a quiet room, filled with the soft sound of beeping medical equipment. As the shot pushes closer, we see Toni Storm with a bandage on her head, lying on the bed. A large, concerned nurse stands next to her, checking her vitals. Storm’s eyes suddenly open wide, her look dazed but determined. She quickly tries to sit up, but the nurse, caught off guard, blocks her with her arm. Storm’s eyes jet around the room as she tries to get her bearings. Suddenly, Storm begins to speak in a thick British accent.
Toni Storm: [dreamily] Oh, nurse, darling. I’m quite alright. Really, I just need to touch up my lipstick and I’ll be back on set in no time!
Nurse: Miss Storm, you suffered a serious concussion. You’ve been out of it since Monday. We need you to continue to rest up so we can monitor you for a while.
Toni Storm: [waving her hand dismissively] Nonsense! Why, if Audrey Hepburn can charm the world in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” I can certainly handle a little bump on the noggin! I’m as fit as a fiddle!
Nurse: Miss Storm, I need you to take this seriously.
Toni Storm: [sitting up the rest of the way, with a dramatic flourish] Oh, you darling, you remind me of one of those dedicated nurses in those classic Hollywood flicks. But really, I must be off. The show must go on, as they say!
The nurse again tries to gently push Storm back onto the bed, but she resists and swings her legs over the side, determined to leave.
Nurse: Please, Miss Storm, the doctor needs to clear you before you can leave.
Toni Storm: [standing up, wobbling slightly but catching herself] Doctor, schmoctor! Do you think Marilyn Monroe would let a little doctor tell her what to do? I’m checking myself out. I’ve got a world to dazzle!
Nurse: [sighing] You’ve suffered a very serious blow to the head, and if you leave now you could make your condition worse. You could—
Toni Storm: [interrupting] Oh, darling. Life is for living, not for worrying! Now, where is my coat?
Toni looks around and spots the oversized nurse’s coat hanging on a nearby chair. She grabs it and starts putting it on, despite the nurse’s protests.
Nurse: Miss Storm, that’s my coat!
Toni Storm: [struggling to put on the oversized coat] Oh, pish posh, it suits me better. Just like a scene out of “Roman Holiday,” don’t you think?
Nurse: [reaching for the coat] No, I don’t think so! You can’t just take my coat!
Toni Storm: I must go now. The world needs its star! Ta-ta!
Toni, now draped in the ill-fitting coat, gives the nurse a dazzling, albeit slightly unsteady, smile. She strides out of the room, head held high. As Toni walks down the hospital corridor, she occasionally stumbles, but quickly regains her composure each time, the too-big coat sleeves flapping comically.
The screen fades in from black, revealing the AEW Chaos logo. A brief opening video package plays, featuring high-energy music and clips of AEW’s top stars. Pyro explodes around the arena, and the camera pans over the excited crowd before landing at the commentary table where Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly are seated.
Kevin Kelly: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the premiere of AEW Chaos, making its triumphant return to BWM Inc. programming for the first time in 20 years! I’m Kevin Kelly, alongside the legendary Arn Anderson, and we want to thank you for making AEW Dynamite the most watched wrestling program Monday night!
Arn Anderson: That’s right, Kevin! It’s great to be here, and tonight we’re going to continue that momentum with fantastic night of action lined up for you. Three huge matches tonight, and we’re kicking things off with a bang!
Kevin Kelly: Monday night in Los Angeles, we witnessed a shocking debut as Johnny Lawrence interrupted Sami Zayn on Impaulsive! with Logan Paul.
Arn Anderson: After weeks of Sami Zayn trashing Xolo Mariduena online, Johnny Lawrence had had enough! We saw the AEW World Heavyweight Champion and the Chairman of BWM Inc. flee from the scene after Lawrence arrived!
Kevin Kelly: Sami Zayn’s got some payback planned for tonight, and it’s a big one. He’s putting the much smaller “Miguel Diaz” in a match against the 800-pound monster, Armageddon in our main event!
Arn Anderson: FTR is in action later tonight, and though it was announced that we’d hear from Dominik Mysterio, I’ve been informed that he’s not here tonight. We’re told Dom will be making his first official AEW appearance on Monday night. But first, I couldn’t be prouder. My son, Brock Anderson, is making his AEW debut tonight. He’s challenging Swerve Strickland for the AEW Television Championship!
Kevin Kelly: All of that and so much more, tonight on Chaos! Now, let’s send it down to the ring where Jane Mouse is ready for the introductions to our opening contest.
Match #1 | AEW Television Championship
Swerve Strickland (C) vs. Brock Anderson
Brock Anderson makes his way out to a good reception from the audience, as he waits in the ring, bouncing on the heels of his feet to warm up.
Kevin Kelly: Brock Anderson, making his debut, is about to challenge Swerve Strickland for the AEW Television Championship. Both of these young men have had quite the year, and it’s going to be a barnburner for sure!
Arn Anderson: I can tell you first hand that Brock’s been training hard for this moment, and he’s hoping to pull off an upset here tonight.
Swerve Strickland’s music hits, and the AEW Television Champion makes his way to the ring. Anderson and Kelly discuss Strickland’s string of successes since winning the title at Retribution Memorial Day weekend, and his successful title defense against Shawn Spears at Starrcade.
The match begins with both men locking up in the center of the ring. Swerve quickly gains the upper hand with his speed and technical prowess, but Brock uses his power to counter. The two trade holds and strikes until Brock hits a powerful shoulder tackle, sending Swerve to the mat. He follows up with a suplex, going for an early pin.
Swerve kicks out at two. Brock remains on the offensive, applying a headlock to wear down the champion. Swerve struggles but eventually fights back with elbows to Brock’s midsection. Swerve breaks free and hits a series of quick strikes, followed by a dropkick that sends Brock reeling.
Kevin Kelly: What a sequence by Swerve Strickland! His speed is giving Brock some trouble here.
The camera cuts to the crowd where Hook is seen sitting, intently watching the match. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, recognizing the rising star.
Kevin Kelly: Look at this, Arn. Hook is here, watching closely. He’s had his eye on Swerve Strickland since Starrcade. It’s only a matter of time before these two cross paths in the ring.
Arn Anderson: Hook’s presence adds an interesting element to this match. Swerve better keep an eye out.
Back in the ring, Swerve goes for a springboard maneuver, but Brock catches him mid-air and plants him with a spinebuster. The crowd erupts as Brock goes for another pin.
Swerve kicks out just in time. Brock looks frustrated but remains focused. He lifts Swerve for a vertical suplex, but Swerve counters with a knee to Brock’s head, followed by a DDT. Swerve climbs to the top rope, signaling for his finisher.
Swerve launches off with the Swerve Stomp, but Brock rolls out of the way at the last second. Swerve crashes to the mat, and Brock seizes the opportunity, locking in a Texas Cloverleaf submission hold. The crowd is on their feet as Swerve struggles, inching towards the ropes.
Arn Anderson: He’s got it locked in! Come on, Brock!
Swerve manages to grab the bottom rope, forcing Brock to break the hold. Both men are exhausted but determined. They get to their feet and exchange heavy blows. Brock goes for another suplex, but Swerve flips out of it and hits a superkick, staggering Brock.
Swerve quickly follows up with the JML Driver, planting Brock into the mat. He covers Brock for the pin as the ref counts 1… 2… 3!!!
The bell rings, and Swerve Strickland’s music hits as he retains the AEW Television Championship. The crowd applauds the hard-fought match.
Jane Mouse: Here is your winner, and still AEW Television Champion, Swerve Strickland!
Kevin Kelly: What a match! Brock Anderson came so close, but Swerve Strickland retains the title.
Arn Anderson: I’m proud of my son. He showed a lot of heart and skill tonight. This is just the beginning for him.
The camera cuts again to Hook, who nods approvingly before standing and making his way to the exit, clearly sending a message to Swerve Strickland.
Kevin Kelly: And Hook, still watching closely. You have to wonder when these two will finally collide. It’s only a matter of time.
Winner: Swerve Strickland
Match Time: 12:03
The camera pushes in on Swerve Strickland, celebrating his hard fought victory as he raises the AEW Television Championship high above his head. Suddenly, the cheers of the crowd turn to boos as the camera widens out to reveal Gunther rushing down the ramp and sliding in the ring blindsiding Swerve Strickland.
Gunther delivers a vicious clothesline, knocking Swerve to the mat. The crowd is in shock as Gunther begins a relentless assault on the champion.
Arn Anderson: What in the world?! Gunther is ambushing Swerve Strickland!
Kevin Kelly: Gunther is still upset about how the triple threat match went at Retribution!
Gunther picks up Swerve and delivers a series of punishing European uppercuts, sending him reeling into the corner. Gunther follows up with a massive running dropkick, smashing Swerve into the turnbuckles. The camera captures the brutality of the attack as Gunther shows no mercy.
Gunther grabs the AEW Television Championship belt and glares at it before turning his attention back to Swerve. He waits for Swerve to struggle to his feet, then charges and drills him in the head with the championship belt. The impact busts Swerve open, and he collapses to the mat, blood pouring from his forehead.
Arn Anderson: This is too much! Someone needs to stop this!
The camera zooms in on the blood-stained championship belt as Gunther holds it up high, the crowd booing furiously. The sight of the title covered in Swerve’s blood creates a powerful and unsettling image.
Gunther stands tall over the fallen Swerve Strickland, holding the AEW Television Championship aloft, his face emotionless and cold. The scene is chaotic and intense, capturing the shocking nature of the ambush.
Arn Anderson: This is despicable! Swerve Strickland needs medical attention.
As the camera continues to focus on Gunther holding the bloodied championship belt, we transition to a commercial break, leaving the audience in stunned silence and anticipation for what will happen next.
Kevin Kelly: We’ll be right back, folks. Stay tuned.
SEGMENT TWO
Earlier Tonight:
We open on the Cobra Kai logo as the camera pushes out, revealing Johnny Lawrence in his Gi at the front of the dojo. In front of Lawrence, Xolo “Miguel Diaz” Mariduena is warming up. Miguel looks apprehensive as he practices his moves. Johnny blows a whistle loudly, startling Miguel.
Johnny Lawrence: [clapping his hands] Alright, Diaz! Enough with the warm-ups. We’ve got serious business here. You’re facing Armageddon, an 800-pound behemoth. We’re talking a mountain of a man with legs like tree trunks and fists like sledgehammers.
Miguel Diaz: [nervously] Yeah, about that, Sensei… I’m not sure this is a good idea. I mean, the guy’s a walking natural disaster.
Johnny Lawrence: [rolling his eyes] Don’t be a pussy, Diaz. You’ve got this. Remember, Cobra Kai never dies.
Diaz sighs.
Miguel Diaz: Sensei, I’ve been trying to avoid the whole Cobra Kai character in AEW. I just want to be myself.
Johnny Lawrence: [pointing at Miguel] And that’s exactly why Sami Zayn is making you fight Armageddon. He thinks you’re soft. But we’re gonna show him that you’re a lethal weapon. Now, get into fighting position!
Miguel reluctantly gets into a fighting stance. Johnny circles around him, scrutinizing his form.
Johnny Lawrence: First, we need to work on your intimidation factor. Armageddon needs to see you and think, “Oh shit, this kid means business.” So, give me your meanest face.
Miguel attempts a fierce expression, but it comes off more like a grimace.
Johnny Lawrence: [laughing] What is that? Are you constipated? Come on, Diaz, channel your inner Cobra!
Miguel Diaz: [trying again, slightly better] How’s this?
Johnny Lawrence: [nodding] Better. Now, remember, size isn’t everything. Armageddon might be 800 pounds, but that just means he’s slower. Use your speed and agility. Keep moving, keep dodging. And when you see an opening, strike hard and fast. Show me some kicks!
Miguel starts throwing kicks, but they’re not quite hitting the mark. Johnny steps in to correct his form.
Johnny Lawrence: No, no, no! Like this. [demonstrates a perfect roundhouse kick] You’ve got to put some power behind it. Imagine you’re kicking through a brick wall. Your leg is a battering ram. Now, again!
Miguel tries again, this time with more power and precision.
Miguel Diaz: [panting] Sensei, what if he just sits on me?
Johnny Lawrence: [smirking] Then you better make sure he never gets the chance. You’re faster, you’re smarter, and you’ve been trained by the biggest badass on the plant. And if all else fails, just remember the secret technique I taught you.
Miguel Diaz: [confused] Won’t I get disqualified if I kick him in the nads?
Johnny Lawrence: Don’t worry about it, it’s no DQ. Besides, it’s not cheating if it keeps you alive. Now, let’s go over your entrance. You need to make a statement the moment you step into that ring. What’s your theme song?
Miguel Diaz: I was thinking something like “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten.
Johnny Lawrence: [scoffing] “Fight Song”? Are you kidding me? That’s wuss music! You might as well walk out to a lullaby. No, you need something with real guts… I got it, how about Head Games by Foreigner?
Miguel Diaz: Yeah, I guess that works.
Johnny Lawrence: [nodding approvingly] Good. Now remember, you’ve got to walk out there like you own the place. Swagger, confidence, and a bit of that Cobra Kai attitude. Now, show me your entrance.
Miguel walks towards Lawrence, trying to exude confidence. Johnny shakes his head.
Johnny Lawrence: No, no, no! More swagger! Like this. [Johnny struts around, overdoing it to the point of parody] You’re the baddest guy in the building. Everyone else is just a footnote in your story.
Miguel Diaz: [laughing] Alright, I’ll try.
Miguel imitates Johnny’s exaggerated strut, and Johnny nods, satisfied.
Johnny Lawrence: That’s more like it. Now, remember, Diaz, this is your moment. Armageddon might be a giant, but you’re a giant killer. Strike first, strike hard, no mercy. Got it?
Miguel Diaz: [smiling] Got it, Sensei.
The camera fades out as Miguel and Johnny continue training, with Johnny shouting more exaggerated and comical instructions, and Miguel slowly gaining more confidence and skill.
The camera follows Logan Paul as he walks through the hallway backstage. He spots MJF leaning against a wall, scrolling through his phone. Logan approaches him, but MJF immediately looks annoyed.
Logan Paul: MJF, wait up. I need to talk to you.
MJF: [without looking up] Oh, great. Just what I needed. What do you want, Logan?
Logan Paul: Look, man, I’m really sorry about having Sami Zayn on Impaulsive. I only did it because you deserved an explanation for what happened at Retribution when Zayn stole the world title from you.
MJF rolls his eyes, trying to walk away from Logan, but Logan continues to follow him down the hallway.
MJF: Yeah, and I’m supposed to believe you had my best interests at heart?
Logan Paul: [sincerely] Bro, I still think Zayn is the biggest tool on the planet. I want to make it up to you. Just tell me how.
MJF eyes Logan skeptically but seems to consider his words. He starts walking towards his locker room, with Logan following close behind.
MJF: There might be one thing you could do… But I’m not discussing it out here.
Logan follows MJF into his locker room. As the door closes behind them, MJF turns and looks at the camera, smirking slightly.
MJF: [to the cameraman] And this is where you get lost.
MJF pushes the cameraman out and closes the door, cutting off any further view or audio. The camera lingers on the closed door for a moment before the scene fades.
Match #2 | Exhibition Match
FTR (Scott Dawson & Dash Wilder) vs. Lucha House Party (Gran Metalik & Kalisto]
The camera cuts back to the ring where FTR (Dawson and Wilder) are making their entrance, their no-nonsense demeanor and intense focus evident as they stride to the ring. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, recognizing their skill and presence. Following them, Lucha House Party (Gran Metalik and Kalisto) make their way to the ring, bringing their high-flying energy and flair, much to the crowd’s delight.
Kevin Kelly: It’s time for some tag team action! FTR, arguably the best tag team from MMouse Enterprises, making their AEW debuts against he dynamic duo of Lucha House Party!
Arn Anderson: FTR is all about that old-school, ground-and-pound style. Lucha House Party will need to rely on their speed and agility to stand a chance.
The bell rings, and Dawson starts off against Gran Metalik. They lock up, with Dawson quickly using his power to shove Metalik into the corner. The referee breaks it up, and Metalik circles, looking for an opening.
Metalik uses his speed to duck under Dawson’s grapple attempt, bouncing off the ropes and hitting a quick dropkick. Dawson staggers but remains on his feet. Metalik runs to the ropes again, but this time Dawson catches him with a spinning powerslam, flattening him to the mat.
Kevin Kelly: Well, that stopped him in his tracks!
Dawson drags Metalik to FTR’s corner and tags in Wilder. They execute a double team maneuver, slamming Metalik with a double suplex. Wilder goes for the pin.
Metalik kicks out at two. Wilder stays on the attack, applying a chin lock to wear Metalik down. Metalik struggles, feeding off the crowd’s energy, and fights his way back to his feet. He hits a series of elbows to Wilder’s midsection, breaking free. Metalik leaps and tags in Kalisto, who comes in with a burst of energy.
Arn Anderson: And here comes Kalisto! Let’s see if he can turn the tide.
Kalisto uses his speed to his advantage, hitting Wilder with a series of quick arm drags and a springboard crossbody. Wilder is down, and Kalisto goes for the pin.
Wilder kicks out at two. Kalisto keeps the pressure on, hitting a moonsault from the second rope. He goes for another pin.
This time, Dawson breaks up the pin, stomping on Kalisto to stop the count. Metalik rushes in to even the odds, but the referee quickly ushers him back to his corner. During the distraction, FTR double-teams Kalisto, with Dawson hitting a devastating spinebuster before retreating back to the corner.
Kevin Kelly: Classic FTR, using the distraction to their advantage!
Wilder tags in Dawson, and they set up for their finisher. Dawson lifts Kalisto in a powerbomb position while Wilder climbs to the top rope. They hit the Shatter Machine, laying Kalisto out flat. Dawson covers and gets the three count, as the ref calls for the bell.
Jane Mouse: Here are your winners, FTR!
Kevin Kelly: FTR with a dominant performance tonight, showing why they’re one of the best tag teams in the world.
Arn Anderson: Lucha House Party put up a good fight, but FTR’s experience and teamwork proved too much to overcome.
FTR celebrates their win, soaking in the mixed reactions from the crowd. Gran Metalik helps Kalisto to his feet, the two of them receiving applause for their valiant effort. The camera focuses on FTR as they make their way up the ramp, confident and proud of their victory.
Winners: FTR
Match Time: 10:34
SEGMENT THREE
Backstage, Grayson Waller, filming himself with his phone on a selfie stick and wearing his signature flashy attire, turns a corner and bumps into Austin Theory, who is looking at his phone and nearly drops it.
Grayson Waller: [grinning] Well, well, well, if it isn’t Austin Theory! The man with all the potential in the world.
Austin Theory: [looking up, slightly annoyed] And who are you supposed to be? The guy who got lost on his way to a fashion show?
Grayson Waller: [extending a hand] Grayson Waller, mate. The future of this business. And, by the looks of it, your next tag team partner.
Theory raises an eyebrow, slightly confused but also somewhat amused by Waller’s confidence.
Grayson Waller: I’ve been watching you for a while, Theory. You’ve got the looks, the skills, and the attitude. But you’re missing something.
Austin Theory: [smirking] Oh yeah? And what’s that? A selfie stick?
Grayson Waller: Every time you’re on the verge of breaking out, your momentum gets stunted. It’s like you’re running a marathon with your shoelaces tied together. We saw it in PWI, and we saw it in WWE.
Austin Theory: [rolling his eyes] And you think you’re the untangling expert?
Grayson Waller: [grinning] Exactly. Picture this: Theory and Waller, the most dynamic duo in AEW. We’ve got the looks, the talent, and the charisma. Together, we’d be unstoppable.
Austin Theory: [chuckling] You really think you can keep up with me?
Grayson Waller: [nodding] Mate, I can do more than keep up. I can push you to the top. Let’s face it, you need someone to watch your back and make sure you don’t trip over those pesky shoelaces again.
Austin Theory: I don’t need anyone holding me down.
Grayson Waller: I’m not here to drag you down. I’m here to lift you up. We could be the hottest thing in AEW. Just think about it.
Theory nods, as Waller smirks. He walks off leaving Theory to ponder his proposition as the scene fades.
Match #3 | No Disqualifications
Armageddon vs. Miguel Diaz
Diaz is out to a heroes welcome as the native Californian tries his best to use the audience’s support to mask his fear. Remembering his lessons from Sensei Lawrence, Diaz makes a grand entrance complete with pyro to “Head Games” by foreigner.
Armageddon is out next, and the crowd boos as the announcers discuss Armageddon’s brutality, noting that he hasn’t been pinned since making his return at the start of the previous era. They discuss how we got to this point, with Armageddon serving as Xolo’s punishment for showing reluctance to play the Diaz character in AEW.
Kevin Kelly: What’s going through your mind right now if you’re Xolo Mariduena standing across that ring from Armageddon?
Arn Anderson: You mean, Miguel Diaz? Listen, the kid has a lot of heart, but Armageddon is a different beast. This is going to be brutal.
The bell rings, and Armageddon charges at Diaz, who narrowly avoids the initial onslaught. Diaz uses his speed, landing quick strikes and kicks, but they seem to have little effect on the massive Armageddon. Armageddon catches Diaz with a huge clothesline, sending him flipping and crashing to the mat.
Kevin Kelly: Armageddon nearly took Diaz’s with that clothesline!
Arn Anderson: Wouldn’t be the first time he’s taken someone’s head off!
Armageddon drags Diaz to the corner, delivering a series of devastating body slams and splashes. The crowd chants for Diaz, trying to will him on. Diaz fights back, showing incredible heart and determination, but Armageddon’s power is overwhelming.
Arn Anderson: Diaz is showing a lot of guts, but how much more can he take? When he’s been able to land a move on Armageddon, it’s barely phased him!
Diaz gets a burst of energy and manages to slip out of Armageddon’s grasp. He lands a series of quick kicks to Armageddon’s legs, trying to bring the giant down. The crowd roars as Diaz signals for the crane kick. He leaps into the air and delivers a precise kick to Armageddon’s groin, dropping the behemoth to his knees.
Kevin Kelly: Crane kick to the groin! Diaz has Armageddon down!
Diaz seizes the moment, ascending to the top rope, looking for a moonsault. Armageddon gets one hand up and catches Diaz, shocking the crowd with an incredible display of strength as he gets back to his feet, holding Diaz in the air the entire time. With Diaz high above his head, he launches him to the outside of the ring towards the announce table. Diaz crashes through the commentary booth as a hush falls over the crowd before they begin a “holy shit” chant.
Kevin Kelly: Good God almighty, he’s dead! That killed him!
Diaz begins to cough up blood as he is otherwise motionless in the rubble. Armageddon goes to the outside and picks Diaz up, carrying him back towards the ring. Along the way, he stops near the steel steps and delivers the World’s Strongest Slam, as Diaz’s lifeless body crashes into the steel.
He rolls Diaz into the ring and as he gets back in, he steps on Diaz as his ribs crunch below his massive frame. The audience boos loudly, but Armageddon isn’t phased. He ascends to the second rope and nails Diaz with an Armageddon Bomb!
Rather than covering him, he gets back to the second ropes and delivers not one, but two more Armageddon Bombs!
Kevin Kelly: Sami Zayn sent Armageddon out here tonight to make sure that Miguel Diaz is never a problem for the Chairman ever again. And with what we’re seeing here tonight, I think it’s safe to say he’s accomplished just that!
Just as Armageddon is about to deliver the final blow, MJF, Logan Paul, Wardlow, and Scott Steiner rush down to the ring, armed with steel chairs. They slide into the ring and start unloading on Armageddon with brutal chair shots, busting him open. Armageddon tries to fight back, but the numbers game is too much.
The four of them work together, setting up a table in the ring. They lift the lifeless Armageddon, struggling under his weight, and with a tremendous effort, they toss him through the table, shattering it to pieces.
Arn Anderson: Armageddon through the table! It’s Chaos here on Friday night!
MJF grabs the barely conscious Diaz and drags him on top of Armageddon. The referee, seeing no alternative, counts the pin.
The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in a mix of shock and relief. MJF, Logan Paul, Wardlow, and Scott Steiner stand tall in the ring, looking down at the carnage they’ve caused.
Jane Mouse: Here is your winner, Miguel Diaz!
Kevin Kelly: Unbelievable! Diaz wins, but at what cost?
Arn Anderson: This was an absolute war. Armageddon has been taken down, but Diaz is in no condition to celebrate.
Winner: Miguel Diaz
Match Time: 14:40
As EMTs rush to the ring to tend to Diaz, Kevin Kelly and Arn Anderson discuss the ramifications of MJF and his posse’s assault on Armageddon. MJF and his group make their way up the ramp, smirking and high-fiving, knowing they’ve sent a powerful message tonight. The screen fades to black as Chaos comes to a close.
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