Live from McKenzie Arena | Chattanooga TN | Crowd Size: 12,084
SEGMENT ONE
The camera opens outside of McKenzie Arena in Chattanooga, moments after Megan Mouse-Zayn’s abrupt finish to her impromptu press conference. The back entrance ramp to the arena is lined with over three dozen local police officers, standing at attention under the watchful eye of AEW Head of Security, the Big Bossman.
As Bossman paces back and forth at the top of the ramp, BWM Inc. Chairman and AEW World Heavyweight Champion Sami Zayn steps out of the back door, his brow furrowed as his nervous energy is visible to the audience.
Sami Zayn: [glancing around anxiously] This needs to go perfectly, Rob. We can’t risk messing up tonight, we need absolute control.
Before Bossman can respond, the roar of a limousine pulling up cuts through the silence. The door swings open, as Megan Mouse-Zayn steps up, her expression unreadable.
Sami Zayn: [getting the door for her, voice low] Megan, everything’s set. Are you sure about this? Inviting Boogeyman here feels like we’re playing with fire.
Megan adjusts her coat as she takes a look to the three dozen officers lining the entrance to the building.
Megan Mouse-Zayn: I know the risks, Sami. But if we don’t control this situation, they will. It’s time we turn the tables on Danhausen and his freak, or next week, you’ll be in even more danger than you’re already in.
Sami shifts uneasily, about to respond when Big Bossman steps forward, an air of impatience in his tone.
Big Bossman: Ma’am, with all due respect, this plan? It’s a bad idea. You’re poking a hornet’s nest.
There’s a beat of silence as the wind picks up, and Sami’s eyes dart around before catching Megan’s, and then shifting to Bossman.
Sami Zayn: You’re paid to secure this place, not to question my wife’s decisions.
Bossman’s jaw tightens as he squares his shoulders, clearly unhappy but unwilling to back down.
Big Bossman: I’m doing my job, Zayn. I’m just saying, there’s only so much we can control. Boogeyman’s unpredictable, and Danhausen’s not playing by any rules we know. You’re asking me to keep out a nightmare.
Megan steps forward, her voice cold, cutting through the tension like a knife.
Megan Mouse-Zayn: The nightmare’s already here, Bossman. Or have you forgotten who’s been tormenting us for weeks? We’ve been dodging this fight long enough. Tonight, we deal with it head-on. Slammer takes out Boogeyman, and next week, Sami ends Danhausen. That’s the plan.
Sami, trying to ease the situation, nods to Bossman with a forced grin, though his nerves are palpable.
Sami Zayn: Do your job, and everything will be fine. When this is over, you’ll be more than compensated. Just keep your head down and handle security.
Big Bossman: [gruffly] I’ll do my job, but I’m telling you both right now—if this goes sideways, don’t say I didn’t warn you. These aren’t just any threats you’re playing with.
The tension between them remains thick as Sami looks back at the line of officers, clearly weighing Bossman’s words but unwilling to show doubt in front of Megan.
Megan Mouse-Zayn: [steely] It won’t go sideways. Not tonight. Keep the entrances locked down, Bossman. No one gets in without you knowing. If Boogeyman tries anything, handle it.
Bossman clenches his jaw but nods, though his eyes flash with unresolved tension. Sami, sensing the conversation’s reached its peak, turns to Megan and offers his arm.
Sami Zayn: Let’s get inside. We have a show to run.
Megan hesitates for a moment, her eyes lingering on Bossman as if daring him to challenge her further. Then, without another word, she takes Sami’s arm, and the two head inside the arena, leaving Big Bossman and the officers to their duty.
As the camera focuses back on Bossman, his face darkens with a mix of frustration and concern. He turns to the row of officers, barking orders, clearly on edge.
Big Bossman: [muttering under his breath] They’re playing with fire, and I’ll be the one left to clean up the ashes.
The scene fades, the sense of impending danger looming as the officers keep watch, and the threat of Boogeyman hangs in the air, unresolved.
As the opening video package plays and the pyro explodes, we open with a shot of Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly at the commentary desk as the Chattanooga crowd buzzes with anticipation.
Arn Anderson: Welcome to Dynamite, folks—the last stop before next week’s special episode, Dynamite 40: Sympathy for the Devil. You can feel it in the air; the bosses are on edge tonight, and Big Bossman’s warning to Sami Zayn was clear—this is a high-stakes game, and they’re playing with fire.
Kevin Kelly: That’s right, Arn. With Danhausen and Boogeyman out there waiting, Sami and Megan Zayn have pulled out every security measure in the book, but we just got word of a disturbance backstage—let’s take you there now!
The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Rip, one half of the Street Sharks, is on the ground, out cold as a group of EMTs tend to him. Scattered around him are steel chairs, dented from a brutal assault. As the medical team tries to help him, Sami and Megan round the corner, horrified by the scene.
Sami Zayn: What the hell happened here?
One of the EMTs, flustered, looks up at Sami.
EMT: It was Cobra Kai, Mr. Zayn. They ambushed Rip with steel chairs, then bolted before anyone could stop them.
Megan’s fists clench as she assesses the scene.
Megan Mouse-Zayn: This was supposed to be a controlled environment. Not even ten minutes into the show and this happens? Where the hell is our security?
Hearing the commotion, Bossman arrives on scene, his face flushed with frustration and sweat, a walkie-talkie in one hand and a grim expression on his face.
Big Bossman: [frustrated] I’m only one man! I can’t be two places at once! We’re spread thin with your request to keep Danhausen out of the arena, and now Cobra Kai’s causing chaos back here. You want me to work miracles?
Sami glares at Bossman, seething.
Sami Zayn: I’m not paying for excuses, Rob! I’m paying for results. If you can’t handle this—
Bossman snaps, cutting him off.
Big Bossman: warned you this was risky business. I’ve got half my team out front, guarding against a monster you invited to the arena, while Cobra Kai’s taking advantage of that and attacking your roster backstage! You want me to divide my men? Fine, but don’t expect me to cover every corner of this place without some support.
Sami fumes, pointing a finger at Bossman.
Sami Zayn: Then find more support! Hire more men if you have to—I want Cobra Kai found and made an example of.
Big Bossman: You brought this chaos, Zayn. Don’t blame me when the fire gets too hot. But fine, I’ll split the team up more. Just don’t come crying to me if Danhausen or Boogeyman gets through because you’re spread too thin.
Megan Mouse-Zayn: We don’t have time for arguing. Bossman, double security on all entrances and exits. Whatever it takes.
Bossman nods tersely, turning away to relay orders to his team over the walkie-talkie.
We return to ringside as Anderson and Kelly discuss the unusual start to tonight’s show. We’ve got two big matches tonight, and we’re kicking things off with a preview of next week’s Dumpster Match, as Austin Theory of A-Town Down Under goes one on one with the Acclaimed’s Max Caster!
Match #1 | Exhibition Match
Austin Theory vs. Max Caster
As Austin Theory makes his way down the ramp to a chorus of boos, the crowd suddenly roars to life as Max Caster bolts from the back. Caster ambushes Theory, grabbing him by the shoulders and slamming him into the steel barricade. Theory stumbles, caught completely off guard, and tries to swing back, but Caster fires off a quick punch, sending Theory stumbling toward the apron.
Arn Anderson: Looks like Caster isn’t here to waste any time! He’s ready to take Theory down a peg!
Kevin Kelly: Max Caster’s looking to make a statement right here—there’s no love lost between these two, and Caster’s taking the fight straight to Theory!
Caster drags Theory toward the ring, slamming him against the apron edge before throwing a few brutal knee shots to the midsection. Theory grits his teeth and shoves Caster back, retaliating with a forearm to the jaw, stunning him briefly. The two men trade blows, edging closer to the ring until Theory manages to shove Caster under the ropes and follows him in. The referee finally calls for the bell to start the match.
Theory, recovering from the ambush, circles Caster with a fierce glare. They lock up, and Theory’s strength allows him to push Caster back into the corner, driving his shoulder repeatedly into Caster’s gut.
Arn Anderson: Theory’s using his power to regain control. That’s what he’s gotta do here after that ambush.
Kevin Kelly: He’s clearly trying to send a message—he won’t be rattled that easily!
Theory whips Caster across the ring, following up with a corner clothesline. Caster slumps against the turnbuckles, and Theory wastes no time, grabbing Caster by the head and hitting a snap suplex, going for a quick cover.
One… two—
Caster kicks out, and Theory immediately transitions, grabbing him in a headlock, applying pressure as Caster struggles to reach the ropes. Caster finally manages to work his way to his feet, breaking the hold with a series of elbows to Theory’s ribs, followed by a kick to the knee. Caster bounces off the ropes, hitting Theory with a spinning neckbreaker that sends him down hard.
Kevin Kelly: And now Caster’s back in this! He’s got that tenacity, that chip on his shoulder that’s driving him!
Arn Anderson: For months, the Acclaimed and A-Town Down Under have been at one another’s throats. These two men have been dying for the chance to get their hands on one another.
Caster lifts Theory, connecting with a flurry of punches and a hard knee to the face, causing Theory to stumble. He capitalizes, running the ropes and delivering a swift DDT that plants Theory into the mat. Caster goes for a cover.
One… two—
Theory powers out, clutching his head in pain but determined to stay in the match. Caster pulls him to his feet and attempts a suplex, but Theory blocks it, reversing with a suplex of his own. Both men lie on the mat briefly, catching their breath as the crowd claps in encouragement.
Arn Anderson: These two are leaving everything in that ring tonight. You can see the intensity in every move.
Both men get back to their feet, and Theory catches Caster with a kick to the midsection, setting him up for a pump-handle slam. Caster struggles out, managing to hit Theory with a step-up enzuigiri, which sends Theory reeling into the ropes. Caster seizes the moment, whipping Theory across the ring and delivering a spinning heel kick on the rebound.
Kevin Kelly: Caster’s on fire here! He’s not letting Theory have any room to breathe!
Caster climbs to the top rope, signaling to the crowd before leaping off for a high-flying elbow drop. Theory rolls out of the way just in time, and Caster crashes onto the mat, clutching his elbow in pain. Theory, still winded, uses the ropes to pull himself up, sizing up his downed opponent. He drags Caster to his feet and hits him with a standing blockbuster, then goes for a cover.
One… two—
Caster kicks out again, showing his resilience. Theory looks frustrated, pulling Caster up and attempting to set up his ATL finisher, but Caster wriggles free, catching Theory with a dropkick out of nowhere that sends him sprawling. Both men are visibly exhausted, but Caster rallies the crowd, feeding off their energy.
Arn Anderson: This crowd’s really getting behind Caster, and he’s running on pure adrenaline!
Kevin Kelly: This has been a battle from start to finish. Neither man is willing to lose the edge heading into next week!
Caster grabs Theory and attempts his own finishing move, The Mic Drop, but Theory counters, flipping Caster over with a back body drop. Caster lands hard, but scrambles to his feet, charging at Theory, who catches him with a sudden inside cradle.
One… two… three!
The crowd gasps as the referee raises Theory’s hand in victory. Caster looks stunned, lying on the mat in disbelief as Theory rolls out of the ring, holding his side in pain but smirking with satisfaction as he backs up the ramp.
Arn Anderson: Austin Theory with the surprise roll-up! He just outsmarted Caster at the last second!
Kevin Kelly: Caster brought everything he had, but Theory snuck in that inside cradle out of nowhere! What a match, what a way to set the stage for next week!
Theory stands tall on the ramp, mouthing off to the crowd as Caster watches from the ring, frustration written across his face. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, both men having shown grit and determination, but the victory belongs to Theory as Dynamite heads to a commercial.
Winner: Austin Theory
Match Time: 12:07
SEGMENT TWO
The scene opens in the High Minded locker room, where Midget Hogan and Lady Love sit close on a bench, chatting animatedly about their upcoming wedding. Randy Savage is stretching in the background, Matt Riddle is lounging with a bag of snacks, and Kevin Nash and Scott Hall are nearby, half-paying attention but clearly amused.
Midget Hogan: [grinning] My wedding party’s been locked in for weeks, babe. But how about you? Got yourself a maid of honor to keep Piper and Nyla in line?
Lady Love: [smirking ]Oh, I’ve got a big surprise for next week. A friend who hasn’t been seen in ages. Trust me, you’ll be shocked.
Midget Hogan: [raising an eyebrow] Oh yeah? Well, I got one of my own, too! You’re gonna love it—I found us the ultimate wedding officiant.
Lady Love’s eyes light up, and she laughs.
Lady Love: I love that after everything, we’re still trying to surprise each other.
They share a lingering look, and then lean in, passionately making out.
Kevin Nash: [groaning and shielding his eyes] Oh man, get a room! Preferably not this one.
Scott Hall: [cringing] Some things can’t be unseen, chico.
Matt Riddle: [snickering with a mouthful of chips] It’s like…so romantic but also like, super gnarly, bro.
Randy Savage: [doing his stretches, looking horrified] This wasn’t in the wedding planning brochure, dig it?!
Midget Hogan and Lady Love ignore the complaints, lost in their moment. The rest of High Minded look at each other, visibly uncomfortable but unable to look away from the scene unfolding before them.
Kevin Nash: [sighing] If this is what married life looks like, count me out.
The scene fades with the couple still locked in their embrace, while High Minded huddle together, collectively regretting being in the same room.
Match #2 | No Disqualifications
The Boogeyman vs. Slammer
Slammer’s entrance music blasts through the arena, and he storms out, looking as fierce and focused as ever. The crowd boos, but there’s an edge in the air—they know the Boogeyman could strike at any moment.
Arn Anderson: This is the main event we’ve all been waiting for, folks. Slammer is one of the most dangerous men in wrestling today, and if the Boogeyman dares show his face, he might not make it to next week!
Kevin Kelly: Absolutely, Arn. With the security detail we’ve got outside, I’d be surprised if Boogeyman even gets into the building. But if anyone can make it happen, it’s him.
Slammer waits in the ring, pacing with intensity, eyeing the entrance ramp. Suddenly, the arena plunges into darkness. The crowd gasps, as the eerie silence settles in.
Arn Anderson: What the hell? Did we lose power?
The tron flickers to life, revealing a slow, unsettling camera shot panning over the entranceway outside the arena. Security guards lie motionless on the ground, some of them groaning, all incapacitated. The camera lingers on Big Bossman himself, slumped against a wall, looking worse for wear.
Kevin Kelly: Oh my… every single one of those guards is down. Even Big Bossman couldn’t keep the Boogeyman out!
Arn Anderson: You’ve got to be kidding me. If he got through Bossman and all those officers… then there’s no stopping him!
The tron cuts out, throwing the arena back into darkness. Moments later, the lights flicker back on—and the Boogeyman is standing right behind Slammer! The crowd erupts as Boogeyman launches into an attack, taking Slammer off guard as the bell sounds to start the match.
Kevin Kelly: He’s here! The Boogeyman’s in the ring, and he’s wasting no time taking it to Slammer!
Slammer absorbs a few hits but rallies back with a fierce elbow, catching Boogeyman across the jaw. The two trade brutal blows, each refusing to give an inch. After several minutes of intense back-and-forth, Slammer starts to gain the upper hand, landing a series of power moves that bring Boogeyman to his knees.
Arn Anderson: Slammer’s in control, and he looks ready to finish this!
Just as Slammer sets up for his finisher, the unmistakable sounds of Eminem’s “Rock Bottom” blast through the speakers. The crowd explodes, expecting the legendary Master Splinter to make his way to the ring.
Kevin Kelly: Wait a minute, is that… Rock Bottom?! No way! Are we about to see Master Splinter?!
Slammer’s attention snaps toward the entrance ramp, searching for Splinter, but no one appears. Confusion spreads as the crowd chants, waiting for someone to arrive. In the midst of the distraction, three shadowy figures emerge from under the ring. It’s the Harlem Turtles and Molly Holly, each with a new dark, twisted look, matching the sinister aura of Boogeyman.
The Harlem Turtles and Molly Holly waste no time, attacking Slammer from behind. They hit him with a devastating 3-T finisher, taking him down hard. The crowd boos as Boogeyman joins them, and they all stand tall over Slammer.
Boogeyman covers, and the ref has no choice but to count the three!
Winner: The Boogeyman
Match Time: 9:07
The show closes with Boogeyman, the Harlem Turtles, and Molly Holly standing triumphantly over the fallen Slammer, each member of the dark alliance looking more menacing than ever as they soak in the reaction from the shocked crowd.
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