Live from Legacy Arena | Birmingham, AL | Crowd Size: 18,203
SEGMENT ONE
As Dynamite comes on the air, the camera opens inside High Minded’s locker room, where a thick, unmistakable smoke lingers. Midget Hogan, dressed in his wrestling trunks and a tuxedo t-shirt, is pacing back and forth nervously, his tiny hands gripping a clipboard tightly. The rest of the crew—Hulk Hogan, Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, Randy Savage, and Matt Riddle—are lounging around unbothered.
Riddle sits cross-legged on the floor, munching on a bag of Funyans. On the coffee table sits an assortment of wedding cake samples and hors d’oeuvres, meant to help Midget Hogan narrow his choices for the “Wedding of the Century” in two weeks. He flips frantically though a long to-do list, only looking up as Riddle reaches for a piece of cake.
Midget Hogan: [snapping] Hey, take it easy! Those samples aren’t free!
Riddle, without a care in the world, shoves the entire piece of cake into his mouth in one messy bite.
Matt Riddle: [mouth full] I gotta say, you really know how to throw one helluva Columbus Day bash!
Midget Hogan: [in disbelief] What?! This is NOT a Columbus Day party, you half-baked buffoon!
Matt Riddle: [nodding] Oh, right, I forgot. They call it Indigenous People’s Day now, right? My bad, bro.
Midget Hogan puts his hand to his head, clearly regretting every life choice that led him to this moment. He fights the urge to throttle Riddle and instead refocuses on his clipboard.
Midget Hogan: [frantically] Listen up, guys! We’ve got two weeks until the biggest wedding in wrestling history, and if this thing isn’t perfect, Lady Love is going to lose her mind!
Hulk Hogan, wearing sunglasses indoors like a man completely detached from reality, kicks his feet up on the table, narrowly missing the wedding samples.
Hulk Hogan: [nonchalantly] Take it easy, brother! I’ve been to a million weddings, and I’ve even had a few of my own! Just tell me where to stand, and I’ll drop a leg drop of love on that ceremony, brother!
Midget Hogan: [pointing at Hulk] You—Hulk—you’re going to be the best man. But please, don’t turn your speech into a promo. No “Whatcha gonna dos” during the vows!
Hulk Hogan: No worries, little dude. Just tell me where I can station my reality camera crew, and we’ll be good to go!
Kevin Nash: [surprised] Wait, you’re still trying to get Hogan Knows Best on the air?
Hulk Hogan: I never stopped, brother! I’m trying to get some residual checks comin’ in for when I get old and hang up the boots. This could be the big break I’ve been lookin’ for!
Matt Riddle: [chuckling] Yeah, right, when you “get old.”
Midget Hogan glares at the group’s utter lack of focus, but soldiers on, standing in front of Nash and Hall, both looking like they’d rather be anywhere else.
Midget Hogan: [taking a deep breath] Nash, Hall—you guys are going to be my groomsmen.
Scott Hall: [chuckling] Sounds good to me, chico, as long as I don’t have to wear sequins or somethin’.
Midget Hogan slaps the clipboard in frustration.
Midget Hogan: I don’t care what you guys wear, as long as you don’t show up drunk, or high!
Riddle lifts his head from his bag of Funyuns to look at the group, his ears perking up at the word “high.”
Matt Riddle: [upset] Bro, that’s, like, discriminatory! I’m always high, and I function super well, dude! In fact, I was high the whole time I house-sat for you and Lady Love last week!
Midget Hogan: [eyes narrowing] Oh yeah? Is that why you bit my mailman?
Matt Riddle: [dead serious] He knows what he did.
Midget Hogan: [snapping] Whatever, please stay focused here. There’s a reason you’re not a groomsman. You and Randy are going to be the ushers.
Matt Riddle: For real? That’s like, the wedding version of being benched! I’m just supposed to stand by the door asking people if they’re there for the Bridezilla or the Leprechaun?!
Randy Savage: [cutting in, a gravely voice of reason] Let me tell ya, the usher position is a key role, Riddle! We’re the first line of defense, oh yeah! The gatekeepers of this matrimonial madness, ya dig?
Matt Riddle: Bro, no offense Macho, but you’re always hyped about everything. Hell, you once got excited about getting the wrong order at a Wendy’s!
Randy Savage: [nodding] The unpredictability, brother! It’s all about the swerve! You gotta embrace it, yeah!
Riddle, clearly unswayed, turns his frustration back to Midget Hogan.
Matt Riddle: Dude, this is bogus! I thought I was your main bro! I taught you how to roll a joint! I watched your dog while you and Lady Love went on that sketchy camping trip in the woods. You’re actin’ like I’m just some dude who hands out programs!
Scott Hall: [laughing] You ARE the dude who hands out programs, chico!
Midget Hogan: [snapping back] I can’t trust you with anything more important, Riddle! You ate all our food, the house was trashed, and our dog gained three pounds!
Matt Riddle: [offended] We had the munchies, bro!
Midget Hogan throws his hands up, exasperated.
Midget Hogan: You know what? Fine! Riddle, you want a better role? I’ll make you the “Chief of Vibes” or something! You can “vibe check” the guests as they come in! How’s that sound?
Riddle’s eyes light up as if he’s just been handed the Nobel Prize.
Matt Riddle: [nodding] Now we’re talking, bro! “Chief of Vibes,” I like that. I’ll make sure the energy’s, like, totally chill and positive, man. I’m in!
Hulk suddenly stands up, flexing as if he’s about to cut a promo.
Hulk Hogan: [grinning] Alright, brothers, now that we’ve sorted out the minor roles, let’s focus on the real star here—me—the best man! My speech is gonna be so good, they’ll be talkin’ about it for decades, dude!
Midget Hogan’s eyes widen in pure terror as he pictures Hulk giving an hour-long speech full of wrestling references.
Midget Hogan: [pleading] For the love of God, Hulk, please—just keep it under five minutes!
Hulk ignores him, still flexing as the others pass around more snacks and continue cracking jokes. The camera zooms in on Midget Hogan’s horrified expression as the scene fades out on Riddle, proudly puffing out his chest as “Chief of Vibes.”
The opening video package airs, and the pyro explodes as Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly welcome us back to Dynamite, live from Birmingham, Alabama! We’re just two weeks away from Sympathy for the Devil, the biggest event of the fall, but first, we’ve got a stacked show tonight in front of a sold out crowd. Anderson says we’ve just learned that in a huge main event tonight, Liv Morgan will face her biggest test yet, thanks to Megan Mouse-Zayn, as she’s forced to square off against the 9th Wonder of the World, Chyna! Kelly says that before Dynamite came on the air, Megan and Sasha Banks made a deal, and if Chyna can defeat Morgan tonight, Sasha will get a Knockouts Championship match on the first Dynamite after Sympathy for the Devil! Plus, tonight Will Ospreay will be the special guest on the first episode of Impaulsive! with Logan Paul since the season premiere in July! But first, we’re kicking things off with the highly anticipated TV title match, as the Ring General Gunther is set to defend the championship against the Coldhearted Handsome Devil, Hook!
Match #1 | AEW Television Championship
‘The Ring General’ Gunther (C) w/ Ludwig Kaiser vs. Hook
Hook is out first to a big ovation from the audience, as Gunther is out next to a chorus of boos, as Ludwig Kaiser accompanies him to the ring. We get the big match introductions, with Jane Mouse introducing the challenger, from Massapequa, New York, Hook! Before Jane can introduce Gunther, Ludwig Kaiser snatches the microphone, as the spotlight illuminates him for the championship introduction.
Ludwig Kaiser: Ladies and gentlemen, I demand all of your gratitude for your AEW Television Champion, the Ring General, Gunther!
The crowd boos even louder as Kaiser spikes the microphone, and he and Jane Mouse exit the ring. Senior Official Michael McMahon calls for the bell, and this highly anticipated championship bout is officially underway!
Kevin Kelly: Here we go! Hook has been waiting for this moment, Arn. He arrived in AEW back at Starrcade in June, immediately turning his attention to the Television Champion. After Gunther won the belt at Cruel Summer in August, Hook made the challenge. But it wasn’t long before Gunther and Kaiser launched a vicious assault on Hook’s father, AEW correspondent Taz! For Hook, this is about more than becoming Television Champion, it’s about respect. It’s about family.
Arn Anderson: Absolutely, Kevin. Hook’s not just fighting for the title, he’s fighting for his father’s honor. But least we forget, Gunther is a machine. He’s one of the most dominant forces in AEW, and if Hook doesn’t bring his A-game, Gunther is going to grind him down.
The two men circle one another before locking up. Gunther easily throws Hook down, asserting his dominance right off the bat. Frustrated, Hook slaps the mat before getting to his feet, ready to go again. They tie up once more and Gunther clamps on a tight side headlock, before flipping Hook to the mat with the headlock takeover.
Arn Anderson: The deck is stacked against Hook tonight. Gunther’s got the size and weight advantage, and he’s just methodical in that ring!
Kevin Kelly: Gunther wants to wear Hook down, and break his spirit early. But if anyone’s stubborn enough to fight out of this, it’s Hook. He’s got his father’s tenacity, there’s no doubt about it.
With the headlock still applied, Hook struggles to his feet. He tries to maneuver out of the headlock, but Gunther takes him back down with another headlock takeover, keeping the pressure on. Hook pops up again and tries to grab Gunther’s ankle, but Gunther is quick to reach the ropes. Gunther sneers at Hook, who slaps his chest in defiance.
Arn Anderson: Hook is gutsy, there’s no doubt about that. But that’s only going to get you so far when you’re in the ring with Gunther.
Gunther traps Hook in the corner, delivering a brutal chop that echos throughout the arena. Hook grimaces in pain, but refuses to back down. Hook manages to duck under the second chop attempt, quickly rolling to the apron. Gunther steps through the ropes, but Hook drills him with a dropkick that sends him stumbling off the apron. Hook flies off the apron, keeping Gunther at bay with a flying crossbody block. The crowd roars as Hook hits it, before getting back in the ring.
Kevin Kelly: Smart strategy by Hook in the early goings. He has to use his speed advantage, and he can’t let Gunther dictate the pace.
Arn Anderson: If Hook wants to be successful tonight, he’s gotta chop the big man down. Gunther’s power game is second to none, and Hook can’t give up control.
Frustrated, Gunther takes his time getting back into the ring, catching his breath. When he reenters, the two go for a test of strength, but Gunther wisely kicks Hook in the midsection, slamming him down with another headlock takeover. Anderson says Gunther is trying to sap the energy from the younger, quicker opponent. Hook struggles in the headlock, but again fights back to his feet, countering with some elbows to Gunther’s gut, before he transitions into one of his signature suplexes, the El Camino!
Kevin Kelly: Hook is not intimidated! He’s staying on Gunther, and you’ve gotta admire this kid’s fire.
Arn Anderson: Absolutely, but we both know that fire alone won’t win this. Gunther’s got too many ways to break a man’s spirt—and his body. Hook’s gotta be smart here.
Gunther rises from the throw, and catches a charging Hook with a backbreaker that draws a gasp from the crowd. Hook’s body folds awkwardly, and Gunther wastes no time transitioning to the Boston Crab. The crowd wills Hook on, and he yells out in pain before finally making his way to the ropes. Michael McMahon calls for Gunther to break the hold, and Gunther does, only to stand over Hook, firing off quick, hard stomps to his ribs.
Kevin Kelly: Gunther’s showing no mercy! He doesn’t give a damn about Hook’s heart, or how much fight the kid’s got.
Arn Anderson: He’s relentless, and that’s why he’s the champion! He doesn’t play games—he’s here to hurt people, and right now, he’s taking Hook apart!
Hook rolls to the apron, trying to catch his breath. Gunther reaches over the ropes and yanks Hook to his feet by his hair. He follows up with a powerful lariat that sends Hook flying into the barricade! Ludwig Kaiser mocks Hook’s fans at ringside, as Gunther grins wickedly from inside the ring.
Kevin Kelly: This is hard to watch, Arn.
Arn Anderson: Gunther’s making a statement right now. He’s saying, ‘This is my division. This is my championship.’ Hook needs to dig deep—real deep—if he wants to get back in this.
Gunther rolls Hook back into the ring and begins methodically stomping on his limbs. The crowd boos as Gunther taunts them, showing complete control of the match. He pulls Hook up, but Hook explodes out of nowhere with a dragon screw, targeting Gunther’s leg! Hook smells blood and immediately goes to work, attacking the champion’s knee.
Kevin Kelly: There we go! Hook’s found his target—he’s going for the leg, trying to take the big man down!
Hook charges, but Gunther responds with a brutal kick to the jaw, nearly decapitating the challenger! Gunther goes for a pin, but Hook kicks out at two. The crowd is still buzzing from the back-and-forth action as Gunther picks Hook up and drops him with a thunderous chop.
Arn Anderson: Every time Hook gets some momentum, Gunther just shuts him down. That’s the power of the Ring General. It’s like running into a brick wall.
Gunther pulls Hook back to his feet and goes for a powerbomb, but Hook slips out and picks Gunther’s ankle! The crowd erupts as Hook locks in the ankle lock, grapevining the leg! Gunther writhes in pain, trying to crawl to the ropes.
Kevin Kelly: Hook’s got that ankle lock locked in!
Gunther thrashes around, using his strength to twist and kick Hook off. Hook goes for a German suplex, but Gunther counters with a vicious elbow. In a flash, Gunther locks in a sleeper hold and hoists Hook up before planting him with a massive back suplex. Gunther wastes no time, picking Hook up and hitting a devastating powerbomb!
Gunther covers, as McMahon drops for the count. 1… 2… Hook kicks out! Frustrated, Gunther reaches to pick Hook up off the mat, and Hook shocks him as he counters with the small package! McMahon again makes the count, but this time it’s Gunther who kicks out with half a second to spare!
Hook kips up, getting to his feet first. He hits the ropes, as Gunther gets to his knees. Hook hits him hard across the back of the neck with a sliding lariat. Hook stays on him, picking up the larger, taller Gunther and throwing him across the ring with a t-bone suplex!
With the crowd solidly behind him, Hook calls for the Redrum. He positions himself behind Gunther and locks it on, but Gunther refuses to fall to the mat! With Hook on his back, Gunther stumbles wildly around the ring, seconds away from fading. In a desperation attempt, Gunther charges backwards into the corner, forcing Hook to release the hold as he sandwiches him between his back and the ring post!
As Gunther breaks free, Hook charges at him with the Judas Effect, but Gunther telegraphs it and nearly takes Hook’s head off with a lariat that sends him flipping and crashing to the mat!
Gunther doesn’t let up, and picks Hook up off the mat like roadkill, before sending him into the turnbuckle with the buckle bomb! Sensing victory, Gunther scoops him up once more and folds him again with a powerbomb, this time into a cover!
McMahon quickly drops to the mat, and makes the count..
1…
2…
3!!!
Kevin Kelly: And that’s all she wrote! Gunther retains the AEW Television Championship after a brutal match!
Arn Anderson: You’ve gotta give it to Hook. He fought like hell, but tonight, Gunther was just too much. This kid’s got nothing to be ashamed of.
Winner: Gunther
Match Time: 16:52
As the bell sounds and Jane Mouse announces Gunther as the victor, Senior Official Michael McMahon cautiously tries to assist Hook to his feet. This however enrages Gunther, furious at the sight of McMahon helping Hook before raising his hand in victory. With a burst of rage, Gunther grabs McMahon by his shirt, pulling him away from Hook and tossing him across the ring like a ragdoll. The crowd erupts in boos, but Gunther is far from finished.
Kevin Kelly: Oh, come on! There’s absolutely no need for this, Gunther’s already won the match!
Gunther calls for Ludwig Kaiser, who quickly slides into the ring. Together, they launch a savage 2-on-1 assault on the already beaten Hook. Kaiser targets the ribs, stomping away while Gunther begins to stomp on Hook’s head. The boos reach a fever pitch, as the fans shout for someone to stop this assault. But Gunther and Kaiser show no mercy, continuing the beatdown on the unconscious Hook!
Kevin Kelly: This is disgusting! Hook has nothing left to give, and these two are taking him apart, piece by piece. Someone’s gotta stop this!
Arn Anderson: Absolutely Kevin, they’re taking this too far. This is a mugging!
The boos quickly turn to cheers, as the crowd explodes at the opening chords of Brock Lesnar’s music! Gunther and Kaiser freeze for a moment at the unmistakable sound, and Lesnar storms down the ramp like a freight train, his cold eyes fixed on the ring. Moving faster than anyone his size ever should, Lesnar slides under the ropes, quickly neutralizing Kaiser with a German suplex that sends him flying across the ring!
Kevin Kelly: It’s Brock Lesnar! The Beast Incarnate his here, and he’s looking for revenge!
Arn Anderson: Gunther had to have known this was coming. Lesnar hasn’t forgotten about what these two did to him at Aftershock, costing him his match for the AEW World Heavyweight Championship against Sami Zayn!
Gunther, momentarily stunned, tries to square up with Lesnar, but The Beast Incarnate is relentless. Lesnar charges at Gunther and sends the AEW Television Champion flying with a monstrous overhead throw! The crowd erupts as Gunther crashes hard, the impact shaking the ring. Realizing the danger, Gunther rolls out of the ring, retreating to the ramp, his fury barely contained. He stares daggers at Lesnar, who looks wild, ready for more.
Kevin Kelly: Brock Lesnar, nearly two months later, has come to collect! And the champion smartly flees up the ramp, but you can see it in Gunther’s eyes, this isn’t over!
With Gunther moving towards the stage, Lesnar isn’t done. He scoops up the groggy Ludwig Kaiser and delivers a devastating F-5, planting Kaiser in the center of the ring! The crowd is on their feet, roaring with approval as Lesnar stands tall, his eyes never leaving Gunther, who watches helplessly from the top of the ramp. Gunther curses in German, his face a mix of rage and disbelief, knowing full well he’s just become Brock Lesnar’s next target.
Kevin Kelly: Look at Brock Lesnar’s eyes, he’s completely unhinged! Gunther thought he could get away with what he did at Aftershock, but now the reckoning has finally arrived!
Arn Anderson: Gunther’s in trouble, Kevin. Lesnar’s not just looking for a fight, he’s looking for vengeance! And I don’t care how tough Gunther is, he’s never faced a challenge like Lesnar, the Alpha of our Species!
With Lesnar standing over the broken body of Ludwig Kaiser, and Gunther furious atop the stage, commentary says Dynamite is off to an explosive start, and the show will continue after this, our first commercial break!
SEGMENT TWO
The scene opens with the low hum of wind cutting through an abandoned amusement park at dusk. The sky bleeds into an unsettling orange as a forgotten ferris wheel creeks ominously in the background. Dust settles over rusted tracks, and a carousel, long dormant, spins lazily in the distance, moved by a breeze no one sees.
In the center of this decaying wonderland stands Brandon Lee, his figure cast in silhouette against the dying sun. He’s motionless, wearing a long, tattered duster that flutters in the wind. His painted face, a weathered mask of melancholy and defiance, peers out from the shadows of his hood. The faint sound of children’s laughter echoes in the distance, like a memory that has long since died.
Brandon Lee: [softly, almost as if the wind carries his voice] They built this world for dreams… but dreams rot like everything else.
Lee’s voice barely disturbs the silence. The camera draws closer as Lee steps towards the remnants of a funhouse mirror, cracked and distorted. His reflection is fractured, with pieces of himself staring back—splintered, incomplete.
Brandon Lee: [a whisper] What happens when the light fades? When the dream they promised becomes the nightmare they buried? They forgot the man behind the face… but the shadow? The shadow remains.
Lee’s gaze drifts towards the funhouse’s broken clock, frozen at 11:59 for years. Time has stopped here, just as it has for Brandon Lee himself.
Brandon Lee: [voice gaining strength] Twenty years in the twilight, walking the tightrope of forgotten dreams and broken promises. They said, “Brandon Lee… the future.” But in this carnival of lies, the future is always someone else’s.
Lee’s eyes, once sorrowful, flash with a simmering fury, controlled yet ready to erupt. He reaches for the cracked mirror, tracing his fingers along the broken glass with a light touch.
Brandon Lee: I’ve waited. Patiently. I’ve seen others rise, and fall into the dust. And through it all, I stood waiting. Like a ghost from the past thought dead and buried. Forgotten.
Suddenly, the wind intensifies, and the carousel behind him jerks into motion, its haunting, warped music playing through rusted speakers. Lee barely flinches.
Brandon Lee: [intensely] But ghosts don’t fade. They haunt. They linger. And when they’re forgotten, they come back with a vengeance.
He turns sharply toward the camera, eyes locking with the lens—piercing, relentless. The clock in the background finally strikes midnight, its chime resonating like a final countdown.
Brandon Lee: This carnival has forgotten me. But that’s about to change. I’m no longer the future. I’m what you fear. The past you can never bury, the shadow that never leaves. When I rise, when The Forgotten returns, you’ll never look away again.
The camera zooms slowly, his figure growing more imposing with each step forward. The funhouse distorts behind him, and the ferris wheel grinds to a sudden halt. The world around him stands still.
Brandon Lee: [coldly] The final act… it’s almost here. And this time… when the spotlight fades, you will remember my name.
The wind dies, leaving only silence. The screen flickers, glitches, and then fades to black. A single phrase appears, stark and chilling against the void:
“The Forgotten Brandon Lee. Soon, the curtain falls.”
We cut to the hallway, where Dom Mysterio and the Knockouts Hardcore Champion Rhea Ripley walk side by side. Dom carries the Gold Rush Ladder Match briefcase as Rhea proudly wears her championship belt around her waist.
Dom Mysterio: So, what do you think, Mami? Should I enter the Elite Warfare match? I mean, if I win the world title, I’d still have the briefcase as a backup. That’s double the power. We could rule this place!
Rhea, ever the calm and strategic one, shakes her head and places a hand on his shoulder.
Rhea Ripley: Dom, you don’t need to get tangled up in that mess. Those guys are gonna tear each other apart, and for what? You’ve already got the briefcase. Just bide your time. Wait for the perfect moment to strike. You don’t need to risk anything extra.
Dom nods, though he still seems unsure. As they continue walking down the dimly lit hallway, Dom suddenly spots the men’s restroom ahead and grins sheepishly.
Dom Mysterio: Uh, speaking of timing… nature calls. I’ll be right back.
He heads into the restroom, leaving Rhea standing in the hallway. As she crosses her arms, waiting patiently, a janitor nearby silently mops the floor, their head down, seemingly preoccupied with their task. Rhea doesn’t pay much attention, turning her back to the janitor, who continues their work slowly.
But as Rhea’s attention is elsewhere, the janitor stops mopping and stands up straight. With a sly smirk, they drop the mop and pull off the janitor’s uniform, revealing their true identity—Piper Niven! Niven charges at Rhea from behind with the mop still in hand, catching the Knockouts Hardcore Champion completely off guard.
With brutal efficiency, Niven wraps the mop around Rhea’s neck, using it to choke her out. Rhea struggles, her hands flailing as she tries to free herself, but Niven’s strength overwhelms her. The champion gasps for air, her eyes wide with shock as Niven tightens her grip.
As Rhea struggles, Niven hollers for an official.
Piper Niven: Ref! Get over here!
Out of nowhere, Knockouts Official Kenzie rushes onto the scene, responding to the commotion. She quickly moves in, checking on Rhea, who is now fading fast. Kenzie lifts Rhea’s arm once—no response. Twice—it falls limp. And for the third time… Rhea’s arm drops, signaling that she’s completely passed out!
Kenzie: That’s it! She’s out!
Niven’s eyes widen with excitement as she realizes what she’s just accomplished. Grinning from ear to ear, she snatches the Knockouts Hardcore Championship off Rhea’s waist and hoists it high above her head, adrenaline coursing through her veins.
Without wasting another moment, Niven sprints away down the hall, clutching the title tightly in her hands. The mop she used to choke out Rhea clatters to the floor behind her.
Just as she vanishes from sight, Dom emerges from the restroom, wiping his hands on his pants. He stops dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in disbelief as he sees Rhea lying motionless on the floor.
Dom Mysterio: Mami? What the hell?!
He quickly kneels beside her, his confusion evident as he frantically looks around. The Knockouts Hardcore Championship is gone, and Rhea is out cold. Dom shakes her gently, trying to rouse her, but all he can do is stare helplessly as the scene fades.
Back at ringside, Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly discuss what we just witnessed backstage, as Piper Niven has pulled off the biggest upset of her career thus far to become the third woman to hold the Knockouts Hardcore Championship! They switch gears, discussing next week, the final stop before Sympathy for the Devil. Kelly says regular programming will resume after the 40th installment of Dynamite, but next week, we’ve learned that ahead of their Dumpster Match, Max Caster will go one on one with Austin Theory!
Match #2 | Exhibition Match
Brian Cage vs. Jungle Boy Jack Perry w/ Luchasaurus
The bell sounds, and the match is underway. Jungle Boy Jack Perry, accompanied by Luchasaurus, eyes Brian Cage with a cocky smirk. The powerhouse Cage stands firm, as Perry’s arrogance radiates.
Kevin Kelly: This is a different Jack Perry than we knew before. Ever since he’s demeaned and discarded Luchasaurus as his partner, he’s been using him as a bodyguard to get ahead.
Arn Anderson: Yeah, Jack’s mouth runs quicker than his feet these days, and having a monster like Luchasaurus at his back—he thinks that’s his golden ticket. But Cage? Cage isn’t gonna play into those mind games.
Perry dashes toward the ropes, looking to use his speed, but he runs straight into a wall—Brian Cage. The impact sends Perry crashing to the mat. Cage wastes no time, hoisting Perry into the air, but Perry uses his agility to flip out and land a surprise hurricanrana, sending Cage rolling. Jack’s not done yet—he ascends to the top rope and nails another hurricanrana!
Kevin Kelly: The speed advantage is clear here, and Perry’s wasting no time taking advantage!
Cage staggers to the corner, and Perry follows up with a quick dropkick, but this time Cage is ready. As Perry sprints toward him, Cage catches him in mid-air and slams him hard into the corner turnbuckle with a spine-rattling thud.
Arn Anderson: That’s the power Cage has right there. It only takes one moment for him to shift the momentum.
Cage backs up, measuring Perry, before charging in with a vicious chop that echoes through the arena. Perry winces in pain, and Cage isn’t finished. He lifts Perry onto the second rope and muscles him into a devastating vertical suplex, showing off his freakish strength as he holds Perry in the air for a moment, curling him like a weight before throwing him down.
Cage flexes, then picks Perry up again, but Perry fights back with quick chops to Cage’s chest. Perry hits the ropes, trying to build momentum, and lands a running splash—twice! He bounces back again, but when he goes for a clothesline, Cage doesn’t budge.
Kevin Kelly: Perry’s throwing everything he’s got at him, but Brian Cage isn’t budging!
Cage scoops Perry up again, but Perry reverses with a slick DDT, planting Cage on the mat. The momentum is shifting, and Perry quickly takes advantage, running toward Cage for another move. But Cage sidesteps and catches him with a stiff right hand that knocks Perry loopy. Cage follows up by hurling Perry across the ring like a rag doll.
Cage covers—1… 2…—Perry kicks out!
Cage attempts another suplex, but Perry counters, flipping over and transitioning into a quick roll-up—1… 2…—Cage powers out! Perry sprints back to the ropes again, but this time Cage takes his head off with a brutal clothesline that sends Perry tumbling.
Cage lifts Perry again, looking to finish things off, but Perry wriggles free and lands a stunning Canadian Destroyer out of nowhere! The crowd gasps as Perry hooks the leg—1… 2…—Cage kicks out!
Before Perry can capitalize, Luchasaurus climbs onto the apron, drawing everyone’s attention. Perry turns, clearly frustrated, and begins barking orders at his bodyguard to stay out of it.
Arn Anderson: Perry’s losing focus here. He’s distracted by his own muscle, and that’s never a good idea.
Perry’s back is turned for too long, and Cage, ever the opportunist, charges at him with another clothesline—but Perry dodges at the last second! Cage crashes into Luchasaurus, knocking the big man off the apron to the floor. Perry shrugs, almost amused by his own bodyguard taking the hit, and quickly rolls Cage up from behind. He grabs the ropes for leverage, and referee Lance Storm, with his view obstructed, doesn’t see it—1… 2… 3!
The bell rings, and Perry springs to his feet, grinning as he celebrates his underhanded victory.
Kevin Kelly: Perry just stole one! Feet on the ropes, and Storm didn’t catch it!
Arn Anderson: This is typical of the Jack Perry we’ve come to know. He doesn’t care how he wins, or if his own bodyguard takes the hit, so long as he gets his hand raised!
As Perry basks in the crowd’s boos, Luchasaurus slowly recovers on the outside, his loyalty never questioned despite being used as a human shield. Brian Cage, meanwhile, looks furious, realizing he’s been cheated.
Perry exits with Luchasaurus, holding his arms up high, feeling no shame in the way he secured his victory, while Cage glares from the ring.
Winner: Jungle Boy Jack Perry
Match Time: 8:59
SEGMENT THREE
As we come back from commercial, the ring is decked out with the set of Impaulsive! with Logan Paul. In the ring, wearing expensive sunglasses and his signature smug grin plastered across his face stands Logan Paul. Behind him, the custom Impaulsive! desk gleams under the lights, Paul’s Internet Championship proudly displayed like a trophy he desperately wants everyone to acknowledge.
Logan Paul: Welcome, welcome, to the greatest show on earth—Impaulsive! with your host, Logan Paul, the guy who’s STILL undefeated in AEW. Undefeated. Let that sink in for a second.
He pauses, letting the boos rain down as he pretends to soak in the crowd’s disdain.
Logan Paul: [smirking smugly] I mean, I get it. You’re jealous. You’re all jealous. I came into this company and did in months what some of these chumps couldn’t do in years. Look at this! [He gestures to his Internet Championship.] Proof that I’m not just the future of wrestling—I’m the crown jewel of the internet as well!
The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos, and Paul revels in it, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.
Logan Paul: Now, tonight’s guest is someone who’s been talking a lot of smack. So I figured, why not bring him on the show and let him air out his grievances like the sore loser he is. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Will Ospreay!
The music of the Aerial Assassin hits, and Will Ospreay makes his way down the ramp, his eyes locked on Paul, who is grinning widely. Ospreay climbs into the ring, not breaking eye contact with Paul as the crowd roars their approval.
Logan Paul: Ospreay, Ospreay, Ospreay. So glad you could join us. Listen, man, I get it—losing to MJF, thanks to me, must’ve stung, huh? But you don’t have to worry. I’m here to help you feel better about it.
Paul leans back in his chair, his arrogance on full display, twirling the microphone like it’s a toy. Ospreay crosses his arms, unimpressed.
Will Ospreay: You want to talk about that match with MJF? Fine. Let’s talk about it. You handed MJF the brass knuckles, and just like that, my undefeated streak ended. But what you don’t get, Logan, is I’m not like these other guys you’ve run through. Next month at Elite Warfare, I’m ending your little undefeated run.
Paul chuckles, leaning forward like he’s about to share a big secret.
Logan Paul: Oh, you’re gonna end my streak? That’s cute. Real cute. But here’s the thing, Willy. I’m not just undefeated—I’m untouchable. I’m a megastar, both in this ring and out. You? You were a big deal… in Japan. But this? This is America, baby. And over here, I’m the top dog.
He smirks, looking Ospreay up and down like he’s nothing more than an afterthought. The crowd boos, clearly siding with Ospreay, but Paul just soaks it all in.
Logan Paul: And speaking of three weeks ago, you ever wonder why I helped MJF? It’s because, unlike you, I’ve got friends in high places. You wouldn’t know anything about that, though, would you? Because, let’s face it, Ospreay, nobody here likes you. Hell, nobody anywhere likes you!
The venom in Paul’s words is palpable. Ospreay’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his cool, stepping closer to Paul.
Will Ospreay: Unlike you, Logan, I don’t need validation from a bunch of followers or clout chasers. I’ve spent my career proving I’m the best in the world. You? You’re just a con man. A shady influencer pretending to be a wrestler. You’ve spent all of 2024 as MJF’s little lackey, and the worst part? You’re too arrogant to even see it.
The crowd pops at Ospreay’s insult, and Paul’s cocky grin falters for the first time. His face hardens.
Logan Paul: Lackey? Oh, that’s rich, coming from a guy who’s barely relevant. The only reason you’re even here is because of me and my boy MJF. I’m the reason you’re on Impaulsive! right now. I’m the reason anyone’s paying attention to you. You don’t have what I have—millions of fans, millions of dollars, and more talent in my pinky than you’ve got in your whole body.
Paul stands up, his chest puffed out as he stands toe to toe with Ospreay, getting right into his face.
Logan Paul: And at Elite Warfare, I’m gonna prove that you’re nothing but hype. Just another guy who couldn’t cut it here in America. And when I’m done with you, you can go cry about it back in the UK or wherever the hell you think you matter.
Ospreay’s eyes narrow, as he takes a step towards Logan, closing the small gap between them.
Will Ospreay: Logan, you’re in for the biggest wake-up call of your life. I’m not just some guy—you’ll see soon enough. And when I end your undefeated streak, the whole world’s gonna know you’re nothing more than a poser who is only relevant because he attached himself to MJF.
Paul snaps, his arrogance turning to rage. He pulls the brass knuckles out from his pocket and takes a wild swing at Ospreay. But Ospreay, always quick on his feet, ducks under the punch, springboards off the ropes, and hits Paul with a devastating Oscutter through the desk!
Pieces of the desk splinter across the ring as the crowd explodes with cheers as Paul lies in the wreckage, groaning in pain. Ospreay stands over him, breathing heavily, but his eyes are drawn to something else—Paul’s Internet Championship lying on the ground.
A sinister smirk crosses Ospreay’s face as he rolls out of the ring, grabs a sledgehammer from underneath, and slides back in.
Kevin Kelly: He’s not gonna—
Arn Anderson: Oh yea, I think he is!
With one swift motion, Ospreay brings the sledgehammer crashing down on the Internet Championship, completely obliterating it into pieces. The crowd goes wild as Ospreay stands over the wreckage, the championship reduced to nothing more than shattered gold and leather.
Arn Anderson: [mock horrified] Ospreay just destroyed what many consider to be the most meaningful championship in all of wrestling!
Kevin Kelly: You joke, but that belt meant a lot to Logan Paul, and Will Ospreay just kicked this whole feud up a notch!
As the crowd continues to roar, Ospreay tosses the sledgehammer aside and climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms in triumph as his music hits. Meanwhile, Paul begins to stir, groaning as he looks around in disbelief. His beloved title is in pieces, and the reality of the situation sets in.
As Ospreay exits the ring and heads up towards the stage, Paul shouts obscenities off microphone, fuming as the camera zooms in on the destroyed Internet Championship!
A quick vignette airs for Sympathy for the Devil, highlighting the card as the ring crew works to clean up the mess from Impaulsive! The card includes Danhausen vs. Sami Zayn, Athena Star vs. Liv Morgan for the Knockouts Championship, the Acclaimed vs. A-Town Down Under in a Dumpster Match, and Hangman Adam Page vs. Kenny Omega vs. Bryan Danielson, the winner to get their choice between a world title shot the week after Sympathy for the Devil, or the 60th spot in the Elite Warfare match!
As the vignette concludes, we’re ready for our main event of the evening, as Liv Morgan looks to survive the 9th Wonder of the World Chyna!
Match #3 | No DQ: If Chyna wins, Sasha Banks gets a title shot
Liv Morgan vs. Chyna
The bell rings, signaling the start of the brutal no-disqualification bout between Liv Morgan and the powerhouse, Chyna. Immediately, Chyna charges at Liv with a fierce right hand, knocking her off balance. Chyna’s power is on full display as she forces Liv into the corner, hammering her with stiff strikes.
Arn Anderson: I don’t envy Liv Morgan here tonight. Chyna is dangerous enough in a normal match, but with no holds barred and no disqualifications, Liv Morgan’s going to be lucky to even survive this encounter!
Kevin Kelly: Absolutely, Arn. Chyna is so powerful and so dangerous, and if she can defeat Morgan tonight, her boss… THE BOSS, Sasha Banks, is going to owe her a big bonus!
Chyna rolls to the outside, reaching under the ring for a trash can. As Chyna grabs the weapon, Liv gets back to her feet and leaps off the apron, drilling Chyna with a meteora that sends the trash can right into the face of the 9th Wonder of the World!
Liv reaches under the mat for a kendo stick, and Chyna’s back up as the two engage in a brief tug of war over the weapon. Chyna manages to wrench it from Liv’s grasp. She swings it violently, but Liv ducks as the stick hits the apron. Liv fights back with kicks to Chyna’s ribs, as she scrambles back inside the ring. Chyna, ever the powerhouse, shakes off the kicks and rolls back into the ring, cracking the kendo stick hard across Liv’s back as welts begin to form.
Chyna lets out a low growl as she presses the stick into Liv’s face, chocking her against the ropes, much to the chagrin of Knockouts Official Kenzie, who is helpless to stop the assault. Finally, Liv manages to escape the choke, getting ahold of the kendo stick and retaliating with some hard shots of her own to Chyna’s back! The last strike breaks the kendo stick in half as the crowd pops.
Liv desperately rolls to the outside, and pulls a table from under the ring. Chyna is on the move, however, and slides outside, catching Liv with a brutal baseball slide to the face., the force of which sends Liv sprawling. Chyna rolls Liv back inside and draws boos from the audience as she shoves the table back under the ring, removing it from the equation.
Morgan stumbles to her feet, as Chyna grabs her by the waist from the apron. Liv fights back with a series of elbows to Chyna’s face, causing her to lose her balance. Liv capitalizes by launching herself through the ropes with a suicide dive, sending both women into the barricade!
Arn Anderson: These two are throwing everything they’ve got at one another, and the ringside area is like a warzone!
Kevin Kelly: You’ve got to believe that both Megan Mouse-Zayn and Sasha Banks are backstage watching this one closely.
Chyna is back to her feet first and scoops Liv up onto her shoulder, launching her towards the ring post with reckless abandon. Morgan’s head crashes into the steel, and within seconds blood trickles from her forehead. Chyna rolls her back inside the ring only to lift Morgan high above her head, dropping her hard on the mat with a military press slam!
She hooks Liv’s leg for the cover as Kenzie drops for the count.
1…
2…
No! Liv kicks out at the last second!
Arn Anderson: Love her or hate her, Morgan backs up her arrogance with undeniable heart and determination! A lesser woman would’ve stayed down!
Frustrated, Chyna drills Morgan with a big boot that nearly takes her head off, before heading back to the outside. She begins pulling steel chairs from under the ring, tossing them inside. Five chairs, one by one, litter the ring, the sound of the metal echoing as they crash to the mat.
As Chyna reenters the ring, Morgan grabs one of the chairs and uses it to her advantage, catching her with a chair shot to the midsection. As Chyna doubles over, Morgan swings the chair again, this time cracking it across Chyna’s back brutally!
Liv whips Chyna into the corner, smashing her with a splash! Chyna stumbles out of the corner, dazed, as Liv capitalizes with a running knee that sends Chyna crashing to the mat. Fired up, Liv motions for Chyna to get up, and when she does, she hits her signature double knees to Chyna’s face!
She covers her…
1…
2…
Chyna kicks out with authority, sending Liv flying off her!
Liv is tenacious, however, and is undeterred as she jumps back into it, stomping away on Chyna as she tries to get to her feet. She locks on a headlock and drags Chyna towards the ropes. Never letting go, she climbs to the second rope, pulling Chyna up with her. Chyna fires off some strikes to Liv, as she is forced to release the headlock. Both women are on the second rope as Chyna powers out, living Liv by the waist and transitioning into a powerbomb!
Liv’s body folds wickedly as she crashes to the pile of chairs scattered in the ring. The impact is sickening, as the metal clatters around Liv’s body. The crowd explodes into a “Holy Shit!” chant as Chyna crawls over Liv, draping her arm over her for the cover!
1…
2…
2.9999!
Liv somehow kicks out!
Furious and exhausted, Chyna grabs Liv by her hair, looking into her bloody face before she begins slamming it down on the chairs on the mat! She hoists Liv up, signaling for the Pedigree! However, Liv, running on pure adrenaline, reverses it, flipping Chyna over with a back body drop and a surprise pin attempt!
1…
2…
Chyna powers out again!
Liv stumbles to her feet, barely holding on. With a look of desperation, she goes for her finishing move, the Oblivion, launching herself off the ropes and driving Chyna face-first into the pile of steel chairs. The impact is brutal, and Chyna crumples to the mat.
Liv quickly covers, wasting no time as Kenzie again drops to the mat for the count…
1…
2…
3!!!
Winner: Liv Morgan
Match Time: 17:08
Kenzie raises Liv’s hand in victory, as Liv collapses to the mat, exhausted and bloodied. Chyna, barely stirring, lies in the wreckage of steel chairs. Liv limps out of the ring looking back to the the wreckage, as commentary notes that Morgan just survived the fight of her life. Anderson speculates what this means heading into her match with Athena Star in just two weeks, and Kelly says neither Megan Mouse-Zayn or Sasha Banks will be happy with what we just saw. As the two begin to sign off for the evening, they’re suddenly cut off as the camera transitions from ringside!
Megan Mouse-Zayn is seated behind her large, luxurious desk in her office, her eyes fixed onto the TV on her desk. She’s watching the ending of Liv Morgan’s match with Chyna in what appears be real-time. Her face tightens with rage as Liv miraculously pulls off the win, defying the odds. Megan furiously grabs the remote and slams her thumb on the power button, shutting off the TV.
Just then, the door creaks open, and Sami Zayn stumbles in, his appearance increasingly disheveled and his eyes wild with obsession. In his hand he clutches the now infamous-VHS tape. Without a word, he tosses it onto the desk, the cassette skidding to a halt in front of Megan. He looks deranged, consumed by weeks of paranoia and sleepless nights.
Megan Mouse-Zayn: This has to stop, Sami! We can’t keep looking backwards, obsessing over what’s already happened with Danhausen. We need to look forward, and we need a plan. We’re running out of time!
Sami’s breath hitches, his eyes frantic as he begins pacing. His fingers tug at his scruffy beard, his mind seemingly lost in some dark place.
Sami Zayn: You don’t understand, Megan… It was one thing when this curse was just mine to bear… but now? Now it affects both of us! It’s pulling us apart—pulling us in a thousand different directions. You’re so fixated on Liv Morgan, I’m trapped in Danhausen’s nightmare, Paul Heyman and Roman are breathing down our necks, and Elite Warfare is around the corner. Our entire world is collapsing around us, and all we can do is scramble to hold it together!
Megan’s face softens for a brief moment. She knows Sami isn’t wrong, but she refuses to let fear consume her.
Megan Mouse-Zayn: Danhausen is a lunatic, Sami. He thrives on our fears. We need to focus. One thing at a time, no distractions.
Suddenly, the room plunges into darkness. The lights flicker off, and the office is swallowed by an eerie silence. Both Megan and Sami freeze, their eyes adjusting to the sudden change.
Then, the TV crackles back to life. Static fills the screen, hissing and popping. Out of the white noise, Danhausen’s voice emerges, low, cryptic, and dripping with malice.
Danhausen: [voiceover] Sami… Megan… you thought you could run. You thought you could hide. But you cannot hide from what’s already inside you.
The static on the screen shifts, the image now displaying shaky night-vision footage. Sami’s face turns ashen as he realizes what he’s seeing. It’s the hallway of their mansion.
Megan Mouse-Zayn: [horrified] Sami… is that…?
The night-vision camera moves through their home, the green tint casting an ominous glow. The camera’s perspective sways, creeping through the hallway and toward the master bedroom. The door creaks as it slowly opens. Inside, the bed is covered in dirt, and worms slither across their expensive sheets. Propped on the pillows sit a pair of voodoo dolls, one looks like Sami, and the other resembles Megan! As she watches, Megan recoils in disgust, her hand covering her mouth.
Danhausen: [voiceover] Did you think you could escape what you’ve done? Did you believe your past would stay locked alone in a sterile nursing home room forever? He knows, Megan. Even with his broken mind, he knows everything.
Megan takes a step back from the TV, Danhausen’s words sinking in. The video continues as the camera zooms in on the voodoo doll of Megan, it’s mouth stitched into a twisted scream. Slowly a figure emerges from the corner of the bedroom, a mannequin dressed like Megan, but its face is distorted, as if it is decaying from within. The glassy eyes stare out, unblinking yet filled with accusation.
Danhausen: [voiceover] You cast him aside. You striped him of everything. His empire. His blood, sweat, and tears. And now, Benny waits… in the dark. Can you hear him, Megan? Can you feel his cold, vengeful breath on neck?
The mannequin on screen shifts unnaturally, its arm slowly lifting to point directly at the camera. The TV suddenly shuts off, but the office fills with a sound of something scratching, something clawing. It’s coming from the walls, as Megan and Sami embrace, terrified.
Finally, the lights in the office come back on. The office is in a total state of disarray, and the VHS tape that Sami had tossed on the desk now lies defaced, with the letters BWM scrawled across it in blood-red writing.
For the first time, Megan and Sami both look genuinely regretful.
Megan: What have we done, Sami?
Sami, his face pale and drawn, for once looks like he understands.
The scene lingers for a moment in tense silence, their shared fear palpable. Then, without warning, the screen abruptly cuts to black, leaving the audience in a stunned and eerie stillness.
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