Live from the Pinnacle Bank Arena | Omaha, NE | Crowd Size: 11,305
SEGMENT ONE
The scene fades in on a cozy yet oddly tense therapist’s office. Behind the desk sits the familiar face of Dr. Shelby, who was last seen on AEW television in 2023, when he officiated a therapy session between Hulk Hogan and Kevin Nash.
The camera settles on Midget Hogan, arms crossed, steam practically shooting out of his ears. Across from him sits Lady Love, regal and towering, but looking anxious. Dr. Shelby, ever the peacemaker, sits between them, his fingers steepled in concern.
Dr. Shelby: Now, let’s take a deep breath. We were discussing… the, uh, 2010 Sundown Incident.
Lady Love: [nodding solemnly, voice booming] The world bore witness that night, Dr. Shelby. Me, Ric Venom, a baby… and a scene straight out of a horror film.
Midget Hogan: [throwing up his hands] Yeah, we ALL saw it! Blood, smoke, lightning crackin’ in the background like we were summonin’ Satan himself! I still have nightmares about that! But then you’re tellin’ me… that baby was a stillbirth?
Lady Love: [softly] Yes. What the cameras didn’t capture was the silence after. The silence of loss. It was tragic, Midgey… it’s why I never talk about it.
There’s a long pause. Midget Hogan’s anger flickers, briefly replaced with something softer—sadness? Confusion? He shakes his head.
Midget Hogan: But—but—you’re a transgender woman! How is ANY of this even possible?!
Lady Love: [dramatically placing a hand on her heart, gazing towards the ceiling] Through the Lord God and modern science, all things are possible. So jot that down.
Dr. Shelby adjusts his glasses, scrambling to keep up.
Dr. Shelby: Okay. So, just to clarify, the 2010 baby… not the mystery son we’re here about?
Lady Love: That’s right, Doc. That child never lived. But there is another. A secret I never planned to reveal… [Lady Love draws a deep breath, and there’s a dramatic pause before she continues.] Because, Midgey, while biologically mine… he is not actually my child.
Midget Hogan blinks. Then blinks again. He looks at Dr. Shelby, then back at Lady Love, as if waiting for the punchline. Nothing comes.
Midget Hogan: What?! That—That doesn’t even make sense! That’s like tellin’ me I’m both an only child AND I got twelve brothers!
Lady Love nods sagely, as if she’s just explained quantum physics to a toddler.
Lady Love: I understand your confusion. Let me break it down. In the mid-’90s, before I transitioned, I froze my sperm. Science, Midgey. Science.
Midget Hogan: [visibly reeling, gripping the armrests of his chair like he’s on a roller coaster] Why would you do that?!
Lady Love: [deadpan] It was the 90s, everyone was doing weird things with their bodies…
Dr. Shelby: So… you had genetic material stored away. And then, in 2004…?
Lady Love: There was a couple in the industry. They wanted a baby but couldn’t conceive. I needed money. One thing led to another, I sold the frozen sample to help everyone out.
Midget Hogan is now fully gripping his head, his tiny legs swinging wildly from his chair.
Midget Hogan: YOU SOLD YOUR FROZEN SEED?!
Lady Love: [shrugging] It was a different time, Midgey.
Midget Hogan: But, why didn’t you tell me? We just got married!
Lady Love: Because I had no parental rights! I never thought this day would come! And, they told me they were going to mix my sample with the father’s, so I’m not even totally sure he’s mine!
Dr. Shelby: And yet, here we are…
Midget Hogan: [breathing heavily] So this kid… this 21-year-old kid… they reached out to you?
Lady Love: Yes. Days before the wedding. But I never responded. And now, I think that’s why he found you. I think he wanted answers.
Midget Hogan continues to rub his temples, a if he’ trying to force the thoughts out of his skull.
Midget Hogan: So let me get this straight—there’s a kid out there, probably yours, but also maybe not yours, who’s lookin’ for a parent, and neither of us have given him an answer?
Lady Love: [pleading] Yes! That’s why I need your forgiveness, Midgey! I didn’t tell you because I never thought it would matter! But it does now!
There is a long silence. Midget Hogan looks at Lady Love, eyes filled with conflict. He’s still angry, but there’s something else in there—concern? A sense of duty? The camera zooms in on his face as the weight of everything settles on his tiny shoulders.
Midget Hogan: [exhaling sharply] I need to meet this kid before I decide how to move forward.
Lady Love: [nodding, relieved] In two weeks. On Dynamite. I will introduce you—and the world—to my son!
Outside of the arena, a sleek black limo rolls into the lot. The tinted window lowers ever so slightly, and we see a long, wrinkled rodent hand extend, flicking a half-smoked cigar onto the pavement.
The door swings open, and out steps Master Splinter, looking sharp in a tailored kimono-style suit, a briefcase in one hand, and an air of authority in his stride. The legendary sensei and newly appointed Acting Director of Operations is back for the first time since being robbed in his Elite Total Anarchy retirement match against Sami Zayn.
Before Splinter can even take two steps, a cold Coors Banquet beer is thrust into his free hand. He blinks, looking up to see Sensei Johnny Lawrence, clad in his classic black Cobra Kai gi, standing there with his signature cocky smirk and a beer of his own.
Master Splinter: [raising an eyebrow] What… is this?
Johnny Lawrence: [grinning] It’s a Banquet beer. The drink of warriors. But more importantly, Sensei… I need a favor.
Master Splinter: [eyes narrowing] We have never met before… and now, you come to me for a favor?
Lawrence shrugs as he takes a sip of his beer.
Johnny Lawrence: Yeah, not the best first impression, I get it. But you and I—we share a bond few men do. We’re Senseis in the ancient art of karate!
Splinter tilts his head, as if he’s considering Lawrence’s request.
Master Splinter: Hmm… this is true. And what is this favor you seek?
Johnny Lawrence: Look, you and I both got screwed by the weasel Sami Zayn. So, we’ve got that in common. But after I put him in his place at Cruel Summer, my number one pupil, Miguel Diaz, and I went on to win the AEW Tag Team Championships. It was glorious.
Master Splinter: Didn’t Sami beat you? But yes, you and Diaz had a strong showing as tag champs.
Johnny Lawrence: [getting heated] Damn right we did! Only to get robbed by those toothy bastards—the Street Sharks! We never even got our rightful rematch!
Master Splinter: Wait, didn’t the Street Sharks win fair and square?
Johnny Lawrence: [rolling his eyes] Look man, I’m not here to argue semantics! We just want our rematch!
Splinter sighs, setting the unopened beer on top of the limo.
Master Splinter: Unfortunately, the 30-day rematch clause has expired. There is nothing I can do about that.
Lawrence looks like he’s about to smash his beer can against the limo in frustration, but before he can, Splinter raises a hand.
Master Splinter: But… I can grant Cobra Kai an opportunity to earn another shot.
Lawrence eyes Splinter suspiciously as Splinter continues.
Master Splinter: Next week, you and young Diaz will compete in a number one contender’s match.
Johnny Lawrence: Alright, alright. Now we’re talkin’. Who are we facing?
Master Splinter: [smirking] You will square off against A-Town Down Under, The Acclaimed, and the debuting Gunn Club—Colten and Austin Gunn… in a Ladder War!
Johnny Lawrence: [spitting out his beer] A freaking Ladder War?! You’re killin’ me, man! What happened to good ol’-fashioned karate fights?
Master Splinter: [shrugging] Take it or leave it.
Johnny Lawrence: [grumbling, but ultimately nodding] Damn, you drive a hard bargain, Sensei. But screw it—we’ll take it.
Splinter grabs the Coors Banquet from the top of the limo and hands it back to Johnny.
Master Splinter: Now, I must prepare to deliver a State of AEW Address later tonight. It was nice to meet you. Good luck next week.
Splinter gives a respectful nod before heading inside, leaving Johnny standing there, processing the madness. He looks down at the beer in one hand, then the one Splinter just handed back. He smirks, shrugs, and cracks it open, double-fisting like a champ.
Johnny Lawrence: [raising both cans in a toast to himself] Cobra Kai never dies, baby.
The scene fades to black as the Dynamite intro music kicks in, officially starting the show.
As the opening video concludes and the pyro explodes, Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly welcome us back to AEW Dynamite. Arn says it’s already been a hell of a show and we’re just getting started, as Kelly notes the huge match for next week as well as the debut of Lady Love’s son in two weeks! Anderson says this all comes on the heels of the news that we are heading towards our next PPV, Genesis: Chapter 2 on April 6!
Match # 1 | AEW Knockouts Championship
Liv Morgan (C) vs. ???
Liv Mogan is out first, as the Knockouts Champion receives a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd. As she enters the ring, she leans against the ropes, smirking and tapping the title with her fingers as she waits to see who steps up to her Open Challenge.
Arn Anderson: Liv Morgan has been on an absolute tear since arriving in AEW after Starrcade! Last fall, she took that championship from Athena Star and she hasn’t looked back!
Kevin Kelly: And let’s not forget her first title defense against Megan Mouse. A match that may have ended with a little… supernatural assistance, depending on what you believe.
Before Anderson can respond, the arena shakes with the sudden blast of “It’s Tiffy Time!” The crowd roars as Tiffany Stratton steps onto the stage, dressed in her signature sparkling gear, as she confidently charges the ring.
Kevin Kelly: Oh my God! It’s Tiffany Stratton! AEW’s ninth overall draft pick from back in June! She has finally arrived!
Arn Anderson: And she ain’t here just to make an entrance. She’s answering the Open Challenge, and let me tell you something—this woman is as good as they come. Liv Morgan better be ready.
Stratton wastes no time marching to the ring, pointing at the championship as she steps through the ropes. Liv tilts her head, eyeing the newcomer before laughing her off. The bell rings, and immediately, Liv slaps Stratton across the face. Tiffany responds by slapping her right back, sending Liv reeling into the ropes.
Kevin Kelly: It would be a mistake for the champion to underestimate Tiffany Stratton!
They tie up, and Tiffany quickly takes control, whipping Liv into the corner. She charges, but Liv dodges, sending Stratton chest-first into the turnbuckles. Liv capitalizes with a springboard bulldog, driving Tiffany face-first into the mat. She covers—one, two, no!
Liv stomps away at Tiffany’s back before lifting her up, looking for Oblivion early, but Stratton shifts her weight, rolling Liv up—one, two, kickout! Both women scramble to their feet, and Stratton catches Liv with a standing moonsault! The cover—one, two, no!
Kevin Kelly: What a moonsault from Stratton! This young woman is already proving she belongs at the top level.
Arn Anderson: It was no secret that Tiffany Stratton was wanted by every major organization in the draft. It took a while, but she’s finally here, and a win tonight could put her on track to a legendary career!
Stratton keeps control, pulling Liv up and whipping her into the ropes. As Liv rebounds, Tiffany leaps into the air with a dropkick right on the button! Liv crashes down hard. Stratton wastes no time, hauling Liv up and hoisting her onto her shoulders. She’s drapes Liv across the turnbuckle before ascending to the ropes, looking for Prettiest Moonsault Ever, but Liv rakes the eyes mid-climb, causing her to stumble. Liv drills Stratton with a running knee to the jaw!
Arn Anderson: It’s dirty, but damn effective!
Kevin Kelly: Liv Morgan is going to do whatever it takes to keep that championship!
Liv wastes no time and yanks Stratton up, finally hitting Oblivion! She hooks the leg—one, two—Stratton kicks out! The crowd erupts!
Arn Anderson: She kicked out! Tiffany Stratton is refusing to lose on her first night!
Liv is in shock, slamming the mat in frustration. She climbs the turnbuckles, looking for a missile dropkick, but Stratton moves at the last second, and Liv crashes and burns!
Tiffany pulls herself up, her face flushed, the adrenaline pumping. She stalks Liv, she slams her down with an Alabama Slam before going to the top—Prettiest Moonsault Ever! She nails it perfectly! Cover—one, two—Liv gets her shoulder up!
Kevin Kelly: This is incredible! Both of these women are pulling out everything in their arsenal!
Both women are slow to get up, exhausted from the punishment. They meet in the center of the ring, throwing punches, each strike rocking the other. Liv lands a superkick, but Stratton answers with a spinning back elbow. Liv lunges again—Stratton catches her, flipping into a bridging German suplex! The ref counts—one, two—Liv shifts her weight mid-count, stacking Stratton up!
Arn Anderson: Wait a minute! Both women’s shoulder are down!
Knockouts Official Kenzie counts three and calls for the bell! The crowd is stunned as the ref confers with the timekeeper.
Kevin Kelly: What just happened? Who won?
Kenzie raises both women’s hands in confusion, announcing the match as a draw due to a double pin! Liv Morgan looks outraged, grabbing her title and shaking her head, while Tiffany Stratton looks stunned but satisfied that she just went toe-to-toe with the champ.
Arn Anderson: What a match, but I don’t think this settles anything. Tiffany Stratton may not have won the Knockouts Championship, but she just proved to the world that she damn sure belongs here.
Liv glares at Stratton, clutching her championship close. Stratton smirks, motioning around her waist as if to say, “This isn’t over.”
Winner: Draw
Match Time: 14:54
SEGMENT TWO
In a dimly lit screening room, dust particles flicker in the glow of an old film projector. Timeless Toni Storm sits in a velvet chair, a crystal glass of whiskey in hands, and her legs draped over the armrest. Her eyes are fixed on the grainy footage playing before her.
On the screen, in black and white, footage plays AEW New Year’s Revolution, as the camera pushes in on the screen, the audio of Miss Athena Star’s promo that opened the show now audible.
Miss Athena Star: [on the projector screen] I’ve had the privilege of sharing this ring with some of the most talented women in the world, some of which at a time that women’s wrestling was considered an afterthought. I single handedly helped usher in the modern era, where us women are as big of stars as the men. Together, we’ve created magic in this ring. But tonight, my dears, I stand before you with a revelation. The sands of time keep slipping away, and it has dawned on me that 2024 may very well be my final year as an active competitor.
A loud, slow clap echoes through the room. The camera pulls back to reveal Storm smirking, shaking her head in theatrical disappointment.
Toni Storm: [mocking, with a faux gasp] Oh, brilliant! What a speech! A fine moment! A real Hollywood ending, no? The weary warrior riding off into the sunset, her name whispered in reverence! Cue the sentimental music, roll the credits, and let’s all pretend Athena Star was always meant to be the hero!
She takes a slow sip of her whiskey, rolling her eyes as the footage continues.
Athena Star: [on the projector screen] Now, now, my loves. Don’t be sad. Every star has its time to shine, and I’ve had the honor of shining brighter than most. But fear not, I’m not slipping quietly into that good night. No, my friends, I’m going out with a bang.
Storm abruptly presses pause, the screen freezing on Star’s revelation that she wanted to spend 2024 wrestling women she’s never wrestled, and winning back her Knockouts Championship one final time. Toni leans forward as the footage comes to a stop, resting her chin on her fist.
Toni Storm: [venom dripping from from every syllable] You want to prove yourself? Well, darling, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but that little fairytale of yours? It’s got plot holes the size of your shattered ego!
Storm stands, walking toward the screen. She traces a finger over the frozen image of Athena Star.
Toni Storm: You barely survived me at Aftershock. And now that Liv Morgan’s pried that belt from your desperate little hands, you think you can just walk away? Ride off into obscurity like some washed-up relic from a bygone era?
Toni scoffs, turning away sharply from the screen, her robe flowing like an old Hollywood diva storming off set.
Toni Storm: No, no, no. That’s not how your story ends, sweetheart. You don’t get to leave with your head held high. You don’t get to script your own sendoff. I hold the pen now.
Storm pours herself another drink, but before taking a sip, she hurls the glass against the screen. The image of Athena Star shatters, whiskey dripping down her image like blood.
Toni Storm: [snarling] You don’t leave until I finish you. Until you stand across from me one last time and prove you were ever worthy of being in my spotlight. Until I drag you into the final act, and watch the curtain fall my way.
She steps back into the shadows, only her silhouette visible against the ruined screen. Her arm moves, but we can’t see what she’s doing immediately.
In the final frame of the scene, we see the whiskey-stained glass shards reflecting the words scrawled on the wall in red lipstick—“NO RETIREMENT UNTIL I SAY SO!”
Backstage, AEW Correspondent Renee Young stands, microphone in hand and a smile on her face.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to welcome the man who made his shocking AEW debut in the Elite Warfare match and the former WWE Champion—Drew McIntyre!
Drew McIntyre steps into the frame, his expression full of confidence as Renee continues.
Renee Young: Drew, your arrival in AEW has the entire wrestling world buzzing. Everyone wants to know—why are you here?
Drew McIntyre: Well, Renee, with my arrival here, I join a very select few who have competed in all three major promotions of the modern era. But let’s be clear—I didn’t come here for history books or accolades. I came here for the same thing everyone comes here for… the AEW World Heavyweight Championship!
McIntyre adjusts his wrist tape as he glances towards the camera.
Drew McIntyre: I see AEW’s main event scene—youthful, hungry superstars taking this industry to new heights. And me? I’ll fit right in. I know there’s a long line for that title, but patience is a virtue of mine.
Before he can continue, Dirty Dominik Mysterio and Rhea Ripley walk into frame. Dom, with his AEW Television Championship slung over his shoulder, smirks as Rhea stands slightly ahead of him, arms crossed.
Dominik Mysterio: [mockingly looking around] Man, is it just me, or does it feel like we’re at a WWE reunion?
McIntyre exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head.
Drew McIntyre: You just made a huge mistake interrupting me, kid. I haven’t forgotten our history, and the shit you caused me when you were in the Final Judgment.
Dom takes a step back, but Rhea stays in place, staring McIntyre down. Drew eyes her, amused.
Drew McIntyre: [grinning slightly] Oh, I get it. Mami’s your hired muscle now?
Rhea smirks but doesn’t move. Dom quickly regains his composure.
Dominik Mysterio: Relax, big guy. I was just trying to welcome you to the big time. But obviously, that was a mistake, since you’re still walking around like you’re in the minor leagues.
Drew McIntyre: [coldly, stepping closer and towering over Dom] ou’ve got a big mouth, lad. It’d be my pleasure to shut it for you.
Still standing between the two, Rhea tilts her head, daring McIntyre to make a move. Drew chuckles, shaking his head.
Drew McIntyre: [to Rhea] You really gonna fight this boy’s battles for him?
Dom tugs at Rhea’s arm.
Dominik Mysterio: C’mon, Mami, let’s go. We don’t waste time on nobodies.
Dom smirks over his shoulder as they turn to leave.
Dominik Mysterio: [calling back] I’ll see you around, big guy!
McIntyre watches them go, as a smirk again creeps across his face.
Drew McIntyre: [quietly, to himself] Oh, you definitely will.
In the press briefing room, a room full of reporters, cameras, and AEW personnel surround a podium in front of a large BWM Inc. banner. Splinter, the newly appointed Acting Director of Operations, steps up. He adjusts the microphone and clears his throat.
Master Splinter: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here. I will do my best to keep this brief, but there is a lot of ground to cover, and unfortunately, I will be unable to take questions this evening.
Master Splinter: First and foremost, I want to address the competition. It’s no secret that ULW, under the leadership of Lenny Mouse, has continually taken shot after shot at AEW. And in some ways, I understand his position. He’s the last Mouse in the business—Mickey and Vinny are gone. Benny Mouse? Off wherever the hell he is, using Danhausen as his personal Ouija board.
A few chuckles ripples through the press as Splinter presses on.
Master Splinter: I get it, Lenny is doing what every underdog wrestling promotion has ever done: targeting BWM Inc. But let me be perfectly clear—this notion that we collude with the wrestling press? That’s a fantasy. It’s paranoia, it’s desperation, and most importantly—it’s false.
Master Splinter: And while my brother, Splidder, runs around ULW trying to ‘spill the beans’ on BWM Inc., maybe he should be more concerned about the secrets I know. Because let me tell you something… everything is not as it seems with Lenny Mouse.
He pauses as the weight of his words linger in the air.
Master Splinter: Lenny Mouse did not stumble into power by chance. The Mouse brothers have always thrived on manipulation and backdoor deals. And while I feel for my brother Splidder—who’s just trying to do what’s best for himself—if Lenny or anyone else at Cash Mouse Enterprises wants to understand how things are really done around here, they’re welcome to come see for themselves. And don’t worry, Lenny—I won’t even make you wait six months for some half-baked ‘big reveal’ that never comes.
A smirk crosses Splinter’s face as a few reporters chuckle nervously.
Master Splinter: But I didn’t call this address just to talk about Lenny Mouse. As my first official act as Acting Director of Operations, I’m making a major announcement. Over the weekend, I met with WWE CEO, Triple H. And after a long discussion, we have tentatively agreed to an open-door talent exchange program between AEW and WWE—beginning imminently.
The press erupts in murmurs and frantic typing. Splinter raises a hand for silence.
Master Splinter: If ULW insists on putting a target on BWM Inc., the company I now run, then I have no choice but to shore up our defenses. This talent exchange will allow select wrestlers to move freely between brands as needed—without long-term trades or contracts. This initiative is set to launch shortly after Wrestle Empire but before the WOW Draft.
Master Splinter: Now, to address the elephant in the room—I have had no contact with Benny Mouse. I don’t even know if he is the one who chose me for this job. What I do know is this—last spring, I warned him. I told him that Sami Zayn would be a knife in his back. And I take no pleasure in being right.
Splinter’s face hardens as he presses on.
Master Splinter: That said, I don’t know where Danhausen, Executioner, and the Harlem Turtles took Sami Zayn, nor do I know where the gloved figure—presumably Benny—took Megan Mouse-Zayn. And frankly? I don’t care. I’m not here to chase ghosts. I am here to give the fans the best wrestling show on television.
Master Splinter: And that is why I am working to secure the talent acquisitions from the available talent pool from last summer’s draft, as seen tonight with the debuts of Tiffany Stratton and the arrival of the Gunn Club next week. Furthermore, moving forward, in the original spirit of the AEW Television Championship, the belt will be defended at least twice a month! And, by the end of March, AEW Chaos will officially return to Friday nights!
Master Splinter: And finally, one last order of business… on Sunday, April 6, it’s official… Logan Paul will defend the AEW World Heavyweight Championship against the number one contender, Hangman Adam Page!
The room bursts into noise again—reporters firing off questions as flashes from cameras illuminate Splinter’s unwavering expression.
He steps back from the podium, offering no further explanation. The screen fades to black as the chaotic energy of the press room continues.
Back at ringside, Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly discuss the chaotic night we’ve experienced as BWM Inc. and AEW get back into the swing of weekly, episodic programming. Anderson says there are still a lot of unanswered questioned, including why the Executioner helped Danhausen in the first place. Kelly says he wants to know what Splinter knows about how Lenny came to power down south, but the two are interrupted as the introductions are made for our main event.
Match #2 | Exhibition Match
MJF vs. ‘The Aerial Assassin’ Will Ospreay
As the bell sounds, MJF immediately rolls out of the ring, drawing loud boos from the crowd. As he struts around ringside, Ospreay watches on from in the ring as MJF comes across a fan, snatching the fans drink and tossing it in their face before tearing up a pro-Ospreay sign. He taunts Ospreay with a hip swivel from the outside, only for Ospreay to answer back with a swivel of his own, drawing a massive pop.
Kevin Kelly: MJF is trying to get into Will Ospreay’s head here in the early goings, but let’s not forget, it was MJF who handed Ospreay is only singles loss when they met last September.
Arn Anderson: Using the brass knuckles gifted to him from his former best friend Logan Paul! But let’s not forget, Ospreay’s the only man to beat Logan Paul in a singles match, though that was before Paul won the AEW World Championship at Elite Warfare.
Kevin Kelly: And don’t get it twisted, Arn. Anyone who thinks that MJF is some sort of great babyface has it backwards. MJF doesn’t care about the fans. He only cares about MJF.
The two finally lock up, exchanging headlocks before Ospreay trips MJF, leading to a rapid sequence of counters ending in a stalemate, drawing applause from the audience. MJF whips Ospreay into the ropes, and Ospreay nails a gravity defying back elbow handspring in which his body never touches the ground!
Arn Anderson: I’ve never seen anyone move the way this kid moves… there’s a reason they call him the Aerial Assassin, Kevin, and it’s because you never know where he’s coming from!
MJF shakes off the elbow, only for Ospreay to drill him with a boot to the jaw and a belly-to-back suplex for a near fall. MJF turns the tide by sending Ospreay face-first into the turnbuckle, following up with an arm drag that sends Ospreay flying to the opposite corner.
MJF follows it up with a chinlock, but Ospreay counters with a jaw breaker. Ospreay charges at MJF, who cuts him off with a knee to the ribs. He lifts him up for a sudden stunner for an early two-count.
With a fist full of Ospreay’s hair, MJF sends him over the top rope. MJF again taunts the crowd, thinking Ospreay went all the way to the outside. Instead, Ospreay is on the apron and uses the ropes to pull himself into a one-legged kick to the side of MJF’s head that sends the former champion to the mat. He follows it up with an elbow smash.
As MJF gets back to his feet, Ospreay’s relentless, assaulting MJF with a running elbow to the head, followed by a cartwheel into a stunning backflip onto MJF. He connects with a standing Shooting Star Press for two.
Ever the stratagist, MJF targets Ospreay’s leg in an attempt to keep the Aerial Assassin grounded. Ospreay grimaces in pain but eventually turns it over, only for MJF to reverse it back, maintaining control til Ospreay reaches the ropes. After the rope break, MJF targets Ospreay with a gouge to his eyes and a brutal chopblock to his right leg as Ospreay crumbles to the mat.
Kevin Kelly: This is classic MJF here, Arn. When he knows he can’t match Ospreay in speed, he takes out the legs.
Arn Anderson: It ain’t pretty, but it’s smart. And with the presence of the World Heavyweight Champion Logan Paul looming in MJF’s background, you have to wonder if this is a veiled message to the champion as well.
Ospreay rallies, countering an attempted brainbuster into an Oscutter! However, the damage to his leg keeps him from covering immediately, allowing MJF to roll out of the ring. Ospreay rolls out as well, pursuing MJF. MJF counters with a sucker punch to the throat and tosses him into the barricade.
The action spills into the crowd, where Ospreay allows a young fan to chop MJF in the chest while he held him by the arms, sending the crowd into a frenzy. MJF responds by grabbing another fan’s drink, this time chucking it at Ospreay.
After a chaotic brawl, Ospreay goes for the poisonrana, spiking MJF’s head on the outside mat! He rolls him into the ring and goes for a powerbomb, but as he has MJF in the air MJF rakes his eyes! MJF follows it up with the Heatseeker for another close two! He screams into the camera at Logan Paul, insisting that’s how a real wrestler does it!
MJF scoops Ospreay up and slams him into his knee with the shoulder breaker. He lifts Ospreay up, who attempts to counter with an Irish Whip. MJF reverses it into a whip of his own, sending Ospreay into the ropes. Ospreay bounces off, hits a cartwheel into a backflip kick to the head! Will fires off a few chops, and hits a gut-wrench sit-out powerbomb for two.
Ospreay sends MJF into the corner, and he skins the cat as he hits the rope. As MJF turns around he’s drilled with a superkick to the head! The fans break into a “this is awesome” chant as Arn Anderson says each time these two hit the ring, we witness poetry in motion.
Kevin Kelly: Two of the best wrestlers in the entire world, leaving it all in the ring tonight on Dynamite!
MJF fires back with a cradle DDT for a nearfall of his own. Exhausted, both men are back to their feet, and MJF charges at him with a lariat that sends them both toppling to the outside. Ospreay does a backflip off the barricade on the outside, and MJF catches him into a tombstone position!
Kevin Kelly: Oh no, not this again! We saw MJF drop Ospreay right on his head last September with that spiked tombstone on the outside.
This time, Ospreay learns from the past and slides out, countering with a bulldog! Senior Official Michael McMahon is able to get both men back to the apron, where Will Ospreay superkicks MJF once more. Ospreay scoops him up and drops him hard on the apron with a Styles Clash as the fans chant “holy shit!”
Will rolls him into the ring and covers, as the ref counts 1… 2…
MJF kicks out! Frustrated, MJF undoes his wrist tape and starts choking Ospreay with it, but lets off before McMahon can reach a five count. MJF rolls to the outside, where he again stares down the camera and claims he’s the smartest wrestler alive. Just as he turns around, he’s struck by Ospreay, who leaps through the second rope with the Hidden Blade elbow!!!
Both men are down, and are barely able to roll into the ring before the 10-count. As they get to their feet, MJF locks on an abdominal stretch, using the ropes for leverage behind McMahon’s back! McMahon finally sees it, and kicks his arm off the ropes!
In the scuffle, MJF releases the hold only to reach into his tights, retrieving the brass knuckles!
Kevin Kelly: Wait a minute! This is how MJF defeated Ospreay last fall! He’s looking to steal another one from the Aerial Assassin!
As MJF cocks back to strike, Logan Paul’s music hits as the champion comes down the aisle, mouthing to MJF that if he has something to say, say it to his face and not the camera! MJF spits on Paul from the ring, and as he turns he’s hit with a second Hidden Blade!!!
The crowd erupts, but Ospreay’s unable to cover. Paul laughs like an arrogant prick at MJF’s misfortune, only for Hangman Adam Page’s music to hit! Page sprints down the ramp to a massive pop, tackling Logan Paul to the floor!
The two start brawling at ringside, again causing McMahon to turn his attention away from the action in the ring. In the chaos, MJF goes for the low blow with the ref’s back turned! Ospreay telegraphs it, however, and grabs the brass knuckles!
Ospreay clocks him right in the jaw, and before MJF can crumble to the mat, Ospreay catches him, positioning him for and then nailing the Stormbreaker!
McMahon turns just in time for the cover!
1…
2…
3!!!
Kevin Kelly: Will Ospreay just beat MJF at his own game!
Arn Anderson: That’s poetic justice right there! Ospreay didn’t need to cheat—but if MJF was going to play dirty, Ospreay wasn’t gonna be the only one playing fair!
Page and Paul continue to brawl around the ring, before spilling into the crowd! A swarm of security rushes them, but the two brawl through them as 5 guards turns to 10, then to 15, and finally 20 pulling the men apart! The show ends with Ospreay pointing towards Paul and motioning for the championship around his waist!
Winner: Will Ospreay
Match Time: 36:08
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