SEGMENT ONE
The scene fades in on a moody black-and-white Hollywood backlot, the soundstages casting long shadows. In a vintage director’s chair, Timeless Toni Storm sits, her lips pursed and her brow furrowed as she glares into the camera.
Timeless Toni Storm: Ah, Aftershock. What a night, and what a tragedy! In three fleeting seconds, Athena Star was the better woman. Not for the match, but for a mere heartbeat! I’m reminded of Joan Fontaine in Rebecca, where the heroine is undone not by her flaws, but a cruel twist of fate. And like Miss Fontaine, I’m left to endure the whispers of, “Everything happens for a reason.” How quaint. How utterly naive!
Storm glances to her side, as if recalling the numerous voices who have tried to comfort her over the past week and a half.
Timeless Toni Storm: They mean well, I suppose. But let’s dispel this absurdity, shall we? If things happened for a reason, I’d be the Knockouts Champion right now. The spotlight would shine on me for forty minutes a night, and the wrestling pundits would study my every word and every gesture!
Timeless Toni Storm: Instead, that idiot Johnny Quest says Athena winning was ‘the right outcome.’ What does that relic know anyhow? He’s barely clinging to relevance, and now he’s the authority on my career? Spare me.
Storm’s face twists in disgust at recalling Quest’s remarks as she continues.
Timeless Toni Storm: It’s clear I’m surrounded by fools. Fools who don’t realize they’re in the presence of someone who doesn’t need to try to be great—it simply happens. Like Garbo in Grand Hotel, I don’t have to say much. The world watches simply because I exist!
Timeless Toni Storm: And now I hear that Sami Zayn’s granted Liv Morgan a title shot at Sympathy for the Devil? Well, there’s a lot of time between now and then, and a lot can happen.
Timeless Toni Storm: So, Athena Star—enjoy your three seconds. Cling to them as tightly as you can, because I assure you, it will never happen again!
With a sharp turn, Toni walks off the backlot, the camera lingering on the empty chair as the scene fades.
Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly welcome us back to Chaos. They discuss the whirlwind night of action we all witnesses on Dynamite, including the announcement of AEW’s final PPV of 2024, Elite Warfare! Kelly says Danhausen warned Sami Zayn that a war was coming, and when he finally was able to play the VHS tape, we heard a distorted recording of what appears to be Benny Mouse announcing a 3-ring, 60-man battle royal with the AEW World Heavyweight Championship on the line!
As they discuss what type of mood Sami Zayn might be in this coming Monday night after Benny’s revelation and the tension between Sami and his wife Megan Mouse-Zayn, they’re interrupted as the arena plummets into darkness.
A single spotlight illuminates the top of the ramp, where Ludig Kaiser stands tall, dressed impeccably in a suit with a microphone in hand.
Ludwig Kaiser: [calm, but commanding] Ladies and gentlemen… I demand your attention! Allow me to introduce you to the man who is the epitome of efficiency and ellegance…
Ludwig Kaiser: [smirking] Der Mann, dem Sami Zayn einen großen Dank schuldet, der Mann, der das Biest Brock Lesnar gezähmt hat!
The crowd boos as Kaiser speaks in Austrian, his smirk never fading.
Ludwig Kaiser: I present, your reigning, defending, AEW Television Champion! The RING GENERAL… GUUUUNTHER!
Match #1 | AEW Television Championship
‘The Ring General’ Gunther (C) vs. Braun Strowman
Kevin Kelly: A huge opportunity for the “Monster Among Men,” Braun Strowman in his AEW debut here tonight on Chaos.
Arn Anderson: If there’s anyone who could give Gunther a run for his money, it’s gotta be Strowman. This could very well be the biggest challenge he’s faced since taking that championship from Swerve Strickland.
The bell sounds, and the two stand face to face. Strowman roars, pounding on his chest attempting to intimidate the Ring General, who remains unflinching. They tie up, and Braun overpowers Gunther, shoving him into the ropes. Gunther smirks, steps forward, and catches Braun with a stiff forearm to the face. This time it’s Braun who stumbles back, but he quickly shakes it off as he bounces off the ropes and takes Gunther to his knees with a shoulder block.
Gunther gets back to his feet quickly, showing no signs of panic. Braun comes at him again, but Gunther dodges it and unloads with chops and forearms, each delivered with precision as he looks to wear down the giant.
Braun catches Gunther with a boot to the gut, and then hoists him up for a powerslam. The ring shakes with the impact as he lifts Gunther back to his feet, tossing him with ease into the corner. He charges at him, but Gunther moves and Braun’s splash is instead met with a face full of turnbuckle.
Arn Anderson: Gunther’s too smart for that. Braun’s a powerhouse, but Gunther’s ring awareness is up there with the best of them.
Taking advantage of Braun’s miscalcuation, Gunther catches Stroman with a big boot to the face. Gunther keeps him in the corner with more chops, his chest reddening from the punishing strikes. Strowman stumbles out of the corner and Gunther seizes the moment, hoisting him up with a thunderous German suplex! The crowd pops at the sight of Gunther lifting the monster.
Kevin Kelly: Unbelievable strength from the Television Champion!
Braun slowly pulls himself up, but Gunther is relentless. He follows up with a dropkick, before lifting him up for a powerbomb. With all the strength he can manage, he lifts Braun up and drops him on his head!
He covers!
1….
2…
No! Braun kicks out!
Again, Gunther doesn’t flinch or panic. He methodically stalks his prey, before firing off some more chops. Braun fights back, flooring Gunther fwith a hellacious clothesline. Sensing an opening, he scoops Gunther up and slams him down with a running powerslam!
Arn Anderson: We could have a new champion!
Braun covers, but Gunther kicks out at 2. Braun slams the mat in frustration before pulling Gunther up for another powerslam. This time, Gunther rakes Braun’s eyes swiftly, unbeknownst to the referee.
Arn Anderson: That’s that ring awareness I mentioned earlier. Gunther’s not afraid to bend the rules if the opportunity presents itself.
He takes advantage with a brutal lariat of his own, as Braun sells the hell out of the impact. With Braun on his back, Gunther grabs his legs, flipping him over and locking in a Boston Crab!
Kevin Kelly: Hey, where have I seen that move before?
Braun pushes up, refusing to submit. He crawls in a push-up position to the ropes, forcing the break. However, Gunther doesn’t let up for long, immediately pouncing Strowman with a boot to the gut as soon as he gets up. He lifts Gunther up and drops him hard with the Last Symphony as he covers.
1…
2…
3!!!
The bell sounds, and Kaiser quickly slides in the ring to a chorus of boos as he presents the champion with his title.
Arn Anderson: I thought Strowman had him for a second there, but damn, Gunther… the man just doesn’t quit. He always finds a way!
Kevin Kelly: And with a ‘debt of gratitude’ owed to him by Sami Zayn, one has to wonder just how dominant this man is going to get in the coming months!
Winner: Gunther
Match Time: 8:40
As Gunther and Kaiser celebrate in the ring, the lights suddenly go out.
Kevin Kelly: What’s going on now?
A lone spotlight beams towards the upper corner of the arena, as the word “Hook” shines like the batlight. The crowd erupts as the silent assassin suddenly appears in the ring, his icy gaze fixed on Gunther!
Gunther quickly bails, rolling out of the ring to avoid the confrontation with the cold-blooded Hook. The AEW Television Champion backs up the ramp, a look of rage on his face.
However, Kaiser isn’t as lucky. Before he can escape, Hook grabs him and delivers an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! As Kaiser groans in pain, Hook methodically pulls him up and throws him again, this time with a release German suplex. The crowd roars in approval as he picks him up once more, looking towards Gunther as he drops Kaiser on his head with the t-bone suplex!
Arn Anderson: Hook’s had his eye on that championship since Starrcade, and tonight, he’s finally making the first strike!
Gunther watches from the stage, his fists clenched as he curses in his native tongue. Hook grabs Kaiser once more, wrapping his arms around his throat, choking him out with the Tazmission as the crowd chants Hook’s name.
Arn Anderson: An undeniable message sent to the AEW Television Champion!
Kaiser slumps in Hook’s grasp, unconscious, as Hook releases the hold and stands tall over Gunther’s associate. His cold eyes meet Gunther’s from across the arena. Gunther, backing up the ramp, seethes with rage, but for the first time, there’s a flicker of doubt in his eyes as he realizes the danger Hook presents. The camera catches one final image of Hook standing stoically in the ring, his message delivered loud and clear, before the segment fades to black.
SEGMENT TWO
The camera cuts to the locker room, where Jungle Boy Jack Perry is red faced as he rips off his wrist tape. Luchasaurus follows behind, towering but silent. Perry spins around and yells at his partner.
Jungle Boy Jack Perry: [furious] Monday night was the last time I’m taking a loss because of you! I’m sick of it! I’m a future world champion, and not just a co-champion!
Luchasaurus stands there, just taking the verbal beatdown. His mask hides his expression, but the slouch in his shoulders says it all.
Jungle Boy Jack Perry: Every time we lose, it’s because you screw it up! You get distracted, you don’t listen, and now look where we are! Jurassic Express? It’s over! I’m done being stuck in a tag team, dragging you along with me!
Jungle Boy Jack Perry: [sarcastic] Oh, but don’t worry. You can still come to the ring with me, still follow me around like a good little sidekick, and help me whenever I need it. But as far as being a team? Forget it. I’m moving on. I’m done with this tag team garbage.
Perry’s breathing is heavy as he waits for a response. Luchasaurus simply lowers his head, his massive frame shrinking under the weight of his partner’s berating. The silence between them is deafening.
Jungle Boy Jack Perry: [scoffing] Figures. You’ve got nothing to say. Just like always.
Perry shakes his head and storms off as the scene fades.
Match # 2 | Exhibition Match
Bianca Belair vs. Sasha Banks
Arn Anderson: Bianca Belair said it this past Monday night, Kevin—revenge on Sasha Banks is priority number one. She wants to end this once and for all, then get back to pursuing the Knockouts Championship.
The bell rings and the two jockey for position, as Belair’s strength is immediately on display as she takes control in the early goings. Anderson notes it’s suspicious that Chyna appears absent tonight. Belair goes for a clothesline and Sasha ducks it, firing back with a quick dropkick.
The pace quickens as they trade punches and Belair launches into a standing shoulder tackle. She quickly follows up with a standing moonsault, but Sasha rolls out of the way and Bianca creashes to the mat.
Kevin Kelly: These two women have gotten to know each other so well during their time here in AEW. This one’s going to come down to who can capitalize on those small mistakes.
Sasha follows up, locking on a crossface as Belair cries out in agony. She wrenches on Belair’s neck as she looks to wear down the powerhouse. Belair struggles, but she manages to roll through, standing to her feet with Sasha still on her back. She charges into the corner to get Sasha to let go, before hitting a springboard dropkick from the second rope.
Arn Anderson: That’s the pure strength of the EST! A submission isn’t much help when you can’t hold the powerhouse down for long.
Belair continues her assault, lifting Sasha up for a delayed vertical suplex. Sasha writhes in pain, and as she gets back to her feet Belair scoops her up once more, this time for her patented military press. Belair bench presses her as she walks around the ring with Sasha over her head, showing off her unbelievable strength. The crowd roars with approval when Belair finally drops her, and she follows up with a pin.
1…
2…
Sasha kicks out!
Kevin Kelly: That’s the resilience of Sasha Banks, the longest reigning Knockouts Champion of the modern eras!
Sasha rolls out of the ring, hoping to collect herself. Belair doesn’t allow it, however, and dives onto her through the ropes with a suicide dive! The force sends both women flying into the barricade. Knockouts official Kenzie starts the 10-count, but Belair breaks it at 6 and rolls to the outside, grabbing Sasha and tossing her back in the ring.
Back in the ring, Belair goes for the K.O.D., lifting Sasha onto her shoulders. However, Sasha fights back with elbows to her face, before sliding down her back to escape. She bounces off the ropes swiftly and catches Belair with a running knee strike, taking Belair to her knees. Sasha wastes no time, climbing to the top rope and leaping off of it with the meteora, crashing into Belair with both knees!
Sasha hooks the leg as the crowd boos.
1….
2…
2.999!
Belair kicks out, and Sasha’s frustration begins to show. She signals for the Bank Statement, but Belair powers out, whipping her to the corner. She charges at Sasha, catching her with a shoulder thrust that drives the air from Banks’ lungs. Belair lifts her to the top rope, looking for the superplex. Banks slaps Belair hard right across the face, sending Belair back to the mat.
Sasha leaps off, but Bianca catches her mid-air and rolls through, lifting her onto her shoulders once more for the K.O.D!
Arn Anderson: Incredible strength from Bianca Belair!
Just as Belair is about to hit her finisher, Chyna storms down the ramp, her eyes fixated on Belair.
Kevin Kelly: Wait a minute, there she is! The hired muscle of Sasha Banks!
Before Belair can react, Chyna blindsides her with a big boot, forcing Knockouts Official Kenzie to call for the bell, much to the dismay of commentary and the audience.
Winner via DQ: Bianca Belair
Match Time: 14:22
Chyna continues stomping on Belair as the bell rings over and over, with the noise Kenzie’s only hope to regain order. Sasha gets back to her feet and the two unload on Belair, launching a brutal two-on-one assault. Chyna lifts Belair with a military press of her own, dropping her with authority.
The crowd continues to boo, but Chyna and Sasha are relentless! Sasha grabs Belair’s braid and begins to choke her with it, as Chyna stomps away on her ribs! Belair gasps for air, as the assault continues.
Kevin Kelly: This is sickening! Somebody’s gotta stop this! They’re tearing Bianca apart!
Arn Anderson: Two on one is too much, even for the EST!
Belair tries to crawl away, but Chyna grabs her by the heel and pulls her back to the center of the ring. Sasha lifts her up and hits her with the backstabber! Chyna grabs a chair, and slams it across Belair’s back with a sickening thud.
Sasha kneels down next to Belair, and though she can’t be heard, whatever she’s saying appears to be dripping with contempt and hatred. Belair begins to cough up blood as commentary calls for help.
As the show concludes, Chyna and Banks stand tall over the fallen Belair. Sasha wipes her hands clean, as if she’s finished the job while Chyna nods approvingly. The crowd is in shock, booing loudly as the two leave the ring, walking up the ramp without a second glance at the devastation they’ve caused.
The final shot of the show is Bianca Belair, lying motionless on the mat, her body battered and broken, coughing up blood as the screen fades to black.
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