Live from the AEW Arena | Stamford, CT | Crowd Size: 5,032
SEGMENT ONE
As the pyro explodes, Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly welcome us back to Chaos, the finally installment of AEW television before Genesis: Chapter 2 live on Easter Sunday!
Kelly runs down the card for Sunday night, headlined by the AEW World Heavyweight Championship as Logan Paul puts the title on the line against Hangman Adam Page! AEW Knockouts Champion Liv Morgan will defend her gold against the number one contender, Sasha Banks, who earned her title shot last week in an epic rematch against Bianca Belair. Anderson says we’ll also see a Knockouts Grudge Match as Timeless Toni Storm looks to extinguish Miss Athena Star once and for all! The AEW World Tag Team Champions the Street Sharks, Slammer and RIP, will defend their belts against the Gunns, Austin and Colten, and six of AEW’s biggest stars will compete in a Massacre 6 match to decide who will challenge for the AEW World Heavyweight Championship at our final show of the season Memorial Day weekend! One of these six men — Will Ospreay, MJF, Cody Rhodes, Brandon Lee, Brock Lesnar, and Sammy Guevara will punch their ticket to headline the biggest show of the year!
Commentary is interrupted as “Big Pressure” hits, and as the beat drops Swerve Strickland steps out through the curtain to a raucous response from the AEW Arena. Swerve marches to the ring with a stern look, devoid of his normal flashiness and intensity. He climbs the steps and grabs a microphone as the music fades.
Swerve Strickland: Two weeks ago, I was seconds away from taking back what’s mine—the AEW Television Championship. I had Dirty Dom dead to rights, and the BOOM, here comes Shelton Benjamin!
The crowd boos in response to Benjamin’s name. Swerve doesn’t acknowledge their response and keeps going.
Swerve Strickland: Shelton, I don’t what your issue is, but if you had something to say, you could’ve said it to my face like a man. You didn’t need to jump me like a coward!
Suddenly, Shelton Benjamin’s music hits as he walks onto the stage slowly, dressed in street gear, with a microphone in hand. He waits for the boos to subside before he speaks.
Shelton Benjamin: Everyone’s been asking me, ‘Shelton, why are you here? Why’d you attack Swerve?’ The truth is, I don’t owe any of you an explanation. But I’m going to give you one anyway. Because people need to understand who Swerve Strickland really is.
Shelton steps forward a few paces and continues, as Swerve’s eyes never leave Shelton’s from across the arena.
Shelton Benjamin: Swerve isn’t a revolutionary. He’s a fraud. He says this is his house, but it’s a house built on lies! He flooded this place with flashy promos, high-budget videos, and self-made hype. And somehow, he convinced the world he was somebody before he even stepped into this ring. And yeah, hats off—you fooled them. But you didn’t fool me.
Shelton shakes his head, as if he’s disgusted, before cracking a slight smile and continuing.
Shelton Benjamin: I remember the real you, ‘Saiah. Back when you were just another name on the indie posters. Back when we shared locker rooms, shared long drives, and you were still going by your government name—Isaiah Scott. The biggest thing you’ve ever done? Convincing this company and these fans that you’re more than what you really are. You ‘Swerve’d’ them all. You had no problem in riding my coattails on the indie scene, but when Camden Cross and MMouse Enterprises came knocking, you ditched me and left me behind!
Shelton pauses, staring down into the camera.
Shelton Benjamin: What those idiots didn’t see, what they didn’t understand, is that I’m the Gold Standard of this business! You? You’re just a gimmick wrapped in smoke and mirrors!
Swerve Strickland: That’s a very fine speech, Shelton, and you talk a big game! But if you’re as great as you say you are, why don’t you come down here and show me? Let’s go! Right now!
The crowd roars as Shelton starts to make his way down the ring, slowly and deliberately. He makes it halfway down the ramp before he suddenly stops, drawing boos once more from the crowd.
Shelton Benjamin: No, not tonight. Not on your terms.
Suddenly, before Swerve can fire back—he drops to the mat hard. The camera pulls back to reveal Bobby Lashley standing over him, having emerged from the crowd. The arena erupts in shock and chaos.
Lashley yanks Swerve back up and delivers a thunderous spinebuster. He stalks him, then hits a brutal spear, folding Swerve in half. Shelton walks the rest of the way down to the ring, stepping through the ropes as Lashley stands tall over the fallen Swerve.
Arn Anderson: What the hell is Bobby Lashley doing here?! We need medical out here!
Lashley crosses his arms, stone-faced. The segment ends with Benjamin and Lashley standing over Swerve as trainers rush down the ramp, the crowd still buzzing from the shocking reveal.
In a dimly lit coridor backstage, Switchblade Jay White stands center frame, with Austin and Colten Gunn standing on either side of him. Switchblade is in his trademark leather jacket, chewing gum, and is wearing shades. The Gunns hang off his shoulders like attack dogs waiting for a command. The camera zooms in as he begins
Switchblade Jay White: You want to know why I helped the Gunns a few weeks ago? Why the Switchblade showed up when nobody expected it?
White smirks before continuing.
Switchblade Jay White: Because I’m done playing along with this company’s little charade.
Austin nods along, as Colton smirks.
Switchblade Jay White: AEW did everything they could to keep me in the system. They threw my name under the BWM Inc. banner like that meant something. Like it was supposed to matter. But what happened? I got sat. Sat on the shelf since last summer—when ULW drafted me third overall. Third. And what did the AEW execs do? They got scared. They panicked. They picked up the phone and made trades, backroom deals—just to get me back.
Switchblade Jay White: And I thought, ‘Alright. Here it comes. Here’s the rocket. Strap it to my back. Let me loose.’ After dominating Japan, Europe, wherever the hell they sent me—now was my time. American audiences were finally gonna see what Switchblade Jay White is all about.
Switchblade pauses, his smirk fading.
Switchblade Jay White: But the phone never rang. The call never came. All I got was silence. Radio silence. You know who else knows what that feels like? These two.
Austin and Colton nod, their eyes more serious now.
Switchblade Jay White: The Gunns got drafted too. To AEW. Same time. Sat around like good soldiers, waiting for a call that never came. Watching the same tired names get cycled in and out while they stayed on the sideline. That’s what AEW does. They tell you, ‘We believe in you.’ Then they forget your name when the check clears.
He scoffs, chewing his gum harder.
Switchblade Jay White: So, I said enough. ’m not waiting anymore. I’m not asking permission. I’m taking what’s mine.
White removes his glasses, his eyes looking cold and unforgiving.
Switchblade Jay White: I’m going to show the entire wrestling world why I am the best goddamn wrestler walking this planet. Which is why I’m officially entering the AEW/WWE Dual Dominion Championship Tournament.
The Gunns clap behind him, fired up.
Switchblade Jay White: And at Genesis: Chapter 2, the Gunns are going to put down the Street Sharks like the loudmouth mascots they are, and take those tag titles. And then? I walk into Starrcade, I run through whoever they throw in front of me… and I leave the finals as the Dual Dominion Champion!
He leans in closer, his final words low and venomous.
Switchblade Jay White: You forgot about me? Good. Now you’ll remember me forever.
He stares dead into the lens. The Gunns throw up their hands in victory behind him as the screen fades out.
Match # 1 | AEW Television Championship
Dirty Dominik Mysterio (C) w/ Rhea Ripley vs. Brock Anderson
As the introductions are made, commentary discusses how this is the second title defense for Dom, and the second opportunity Brock Anderson has had to challenge for the TV title, his first a failed attempt against the former champion, Gunther.
Arn Anderson: I told Brock before this match—this ain’t about making a name, it’s about taking one. If you want to be somebody in this business, you take the guy with the gold and you leave him wondering what hit him.
As the bell rings, Dom immediately rolls to the outside, jawing at the fans and smirking. Rhea keeps pace with him, shouting for Brock to stay in the ring. Brock doesn’t bite—he holds center and glares at Dom, daring him to come fight.
Kevin Kelly: Classic stall job by Dominick. You can feel the arrogance oozing off him.
Arn Anderson: It’s arrogance when you’re lucky. It’s confidence when you can back it up.
Dom finally re-enters, and Brock immediately grounds him with a double-leg takedown. He starts laying in fists, clearly fired up. Dom scrambles but Brock keeps him grounded, wrestling with precision—arm drags, hammerlocks, clean takedowns.
Kevin Kelly: Brock with the fundamentals, straight out of the Anderson playbook.
Dom manages to escape to the ropes. As the ref backs Brock off, Dom hits a cheap shot—thumb to the eye. Rhea claps on the outside.
Kevin Kelly: Come on! That’s a cheap shot!
Arn Anderson: Yeah, but the ref didn’t see it. And Dom always finds the crack in the rules.
Dom takes over—snap DDT, mounted punches, mocking slaps. He points at Arn at ringside and mouths off, “Is this your legacy?” Arn doesn’t flinch
Dom lifts Brock up and hits a picture-perfect Three Amigos, finishing with a shimmy that gets him booed out of the building.
Arn Anderson: If hate wins titles, he’s got a few more reigns coming.
Dom goes for a frog splash, but Brock rolls out of the way at the last second! The crowd erupts as both men writhe on the mat.
Brock gets up first and hits a spinebuster—clean, thunderous, center of the ring. He hooks the leg.
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2…
Dom kicks out!
Brock tries to follow up with a gutwrench suplex, but Rhea Ripley hops onto the apron. The ref is distracted. Brock shouts at her—and Dom takes advantage with a low blow! He rolls Brock up!
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2…
Kickout!
Dom gets to his feet and starts taunting again—slapping Brock’s head, yelling “You’re just your daddy’s shadow!” But Brock fires up, landing hard right hands—the crowd’s roaring now.
Brock hits the ropes—but Rhea grabs his ankle! Brock turns in anger—and Dom hits the ropes and drills him with the 619! He immediately heads up top and hits the Frog Splash clean.
Kevin Kelly: Frog Splash! Right on the money!
1…
2…
3!!!
Winner: Dirty Dominik Mysterio
Match Time: 7:44
Kevin Kelly: He steals another one! Dirty Dominick Mysterio retains, but not without help from Rhea Ripley.
Arn Anderson: He’s a snake, but he’s a snake with gold around his waist. Brock gave him hell, but the numbers game and that damn trickery—same story, different night.
Kevin Kelly: You have to wonder what it’s gonna take to finally shut Dominick Mysterio up and send him back to WWE where he belongs!
Dom holds the belt high, Rhea kisses him on the cheek, and they celebrate at the top of the ramp as Brock glares from the ring, furious. Commentary thanks the fans for tuning end, again reminding everyone of Genesis: Chapter 2 this Sunday, April 20 on PPV!
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