Live from the Spectrum Arena | Charlotte, N.C. | Crowd Size: 8,200
SEGMENT ONE
The camera jolts into motion as the AEW Head of Security, the Big Bossman, barrels down a corridor, with a team of AEW security guards following closely behind. Bossman’s nightstick bounces against his belt as he rushes towards the curtain, where he finds the Acting Director of Operations, Master Splinter, standing in quiet contemplation, his arms folded inside his robes.
Big Bossman: [urgent, out of breath] Splinter! We’ve got a situation!
Splinter turns, calm as ever, as his eyes narrow behind the hood of his rob.
Master Splinter: What kind of situation?
Big Bossman: I told them they couldn’t come in! I told them! But they won’t listen! You better come see this for yourself.
Bossman pivots, leading Splinter toward the arena entrance tunnel. The other guards exchange nervous glances before following behind them.
The camera swings to the threshold of the arena, where we see two silhouetted forms standing just beyond the arena’s entrance lights. As Splinter steps forward, the camera focuses and we see the two figures are Sami Zayn, eyes bloodshot and wild, and The Executioner, looming silently behind him like a guillotine on legs.
Splinter steps towards them, coming face to face with Zayn for the first time since last year’s Total Anarchy match.
Master Splinter: [with measured disdain] So… we meet again.
Sami scoffs as he attempts to brush past the guards. The guards instinctively reach for their tasers, but Splinter puts a hand up, and they freeze at his signal.
Sami Zayn: I don’t have time for this whole reunion, rodent. We’ve come a long way. And, last I checked, I’m still the chairman of BWM Inc.
Splinter lets Zayn’s words linger in the air for a moment, before taking a step closer to him. They’re now so close that they’re almost touching, as Bossman watches on nervously.
Master Splinter: [chuckles] I’m not here to turn you away, Sami. I’m here to let you in.
Sami Zayn: [confused] You are?
Master Splinter: As much as I hate you for what you stole from me last year, I don’t have a dog in this particular fight. Besides, he told me to let you guys in if you showed up. He’s expecting you.
For a beat, no one speaks. Executioner and Zayn exchange an anxious stare, before Zayn snaps out of it, determined to go through with his mission even if it now feels like a trap.
Executioner and Sami make their way past Splinter, and just as they do, Splinter grabs Zayn by the arm. He locks eyes with him, as Zayn looks down to Splinter’s grip on his forearm.
Master Splinter: You and I? We’ve got unfinished business, Sami. You stole my farewell. You ended my career under false pretenses. I have not forgotten that.
Sami Zayn: [flatly] Then put it on the calendar. Tonight isn’t the night.
Splinter smiles faintly as Zayn pulls his arm away, turning back to the entrance tunnel.
Master Splinter: You’re right.
Splinter pauses, and then glares at Zayn.
Master Splinter: But remember this, Sami. Every path forward eventually circles back.
Zayn scoffs and gives Executioner a quick glance, as the two enter the arena and the cold open fades out.
Match #1 | AEW World Tag Team Championship Battle Royal
The Gunns (C) vs. Street Sharks vs. The Usos vs. The Acclaimed vs. Cobra Kai vs. A-Town Down Under vs. F.T.R.
As the introductions are made, Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly mention that this is the final tag title match of the season, with the champions earning a guaranteed exemption in the 2025 World of Wrestling Draft. The champions, Austin and Colten Gunn, are accompanied to the ring by Switchblade Jay White.
With all teams in the ring, the bell sounds and it’s chaos from the start. Every corner of the ring is taken: FTR holds tight in the south corner, The Usos jab and kick near the ropes, A-Town Down Under try to pick their spot, while Cobra Kai—Johnny Lawrence and Miguel Diaz—bring karate strikes to the party.
Kevin Kelly: Seven of the best tag teams in pro-wrestling are looking to punch their ticket to exemption, and to end the season as the world tag team champions!
Arn Anderson: Austin and Colten Gunn have been on fire since arriving in AEW this past March, and with Switchblade Jay White in their corner, you’ve gotta believe they’re an odds on favorite in this match tonight.
Kevin Kelly: No doubt, but we cannot forget that it was just last week that the Usos defeated them in a non-title bout, giving them their first loss in AEW!
The opening minutes are a storm of brawling. Johnny Lawrence squares off with Waller, both showboating between jabs. Miguel flips over the top rope but lands on the apron, narrowly avoiding elimination after a double clothesline from The Street Sharks
Meanwhile, Dash Wilder of FTR hooks Max Caster for a suplex—Wilder follows it up with a stiff chop to Bowens. The Usos stay low to the mat, staying under the radar, their years of tag experience telling them not to blow it early.
Kevin Kelly: I notice Jimmy and Jey haven’t engaged fully yet. They’re playing the long game.
Arn Anderson: Smartest move. Stay out of trouble, then strike when the herd’s been thinned!
Diaz steps onto the apron and sizes up Colten Gunn. He goes for a springboard splash, but out of nowhere Slammer catches him and lifts him into a press slam. Lawrence tries to make the save, but RIP is right on his tail. In tandem, the Street Sharks lift the much lighter members of Cobra Kai above their heads and hurl them over the top rope and onto the floor!
Arn Anderson: Well, a heartbreaking end for Cobra Kai, who were looking to close the season out on the same strong note it began. Man, last summer, the drama with Diaz and Zayn, the introduction of Johnny Lawrence, Cruel Summer… it all feels like a lifetime ago!
In the midst of the chaos, Max Caster grabs a microphone and demands a beat. He begins a rap about Waller’s tan and Theory’s jawline, but it costs him. Waller dropkicks him in the back, sending Caster flailing over the top. Bowens tries to save him, but a double superkick from The Usos knocks him off the apron.
Kevin Kelly: Caster’s showboating just costed the Acclaimed their chance to regain the tag titles!
Arn Anderson: That’s what happens when you think this is a talent show. This is survival.
The Street Sharks begin laying waste to everyone in their way, before Slammer charges Theory for a clothesline. Theory drops to the mat, pulling down the top rope, and Slammer’s own momentum sends him crashing to the outside! RIP leans over the ropes to make sense of what just happened, and suddenly The Gunns and FTR form an unlikely alliance to dump him to the outside as well!
The ring settles into four teams: The Usos, FTR, The Gunns, and A-Town Down Under. The crowd is on fire as chants of “U-SOS!” mix with “F-T-R!”
Austin Gunn nearly gets tossed by Theory, but Colten slides under and hip-tosses Theory over instead. Theory skins the cat and survives.
In the center of the ring, the Usos and FTR collide! Scott Dawson throws hands with Jimmy Uso in a corner while Dash hits a snap powerslam on Jey.
Arn Anderson: FTR came into AEW with all the potential in the world, but to be totally honest, they’ve had a lackluster season. They’re one of the greatest teams to ever do it, Kevin, but 2025 has not been their year.
Kevin Kelly: They can turn it all around with a win tonight. It’s crazy to think they’re the only team in this match who haven’t held gold in AEW!
Austin Gunn and Waller teeter on the top rope, trading fists. Theory tries to sneak up and dump them both, but Colten low-bridges the ropes. Waller stumbles and Theory barrels into him—both men go flying over.
Waller slams his fists on the barricade, yelling, “You idiot!” at Theory.
Kevin Kelly: A-Town Down Under is going home empty handed, and Grayson Waller is raging at Theory!
Arn Anderson: Theory was the number one draft pick in 2024, and now he doesn’t even look like he’s earned an exemption in 2025! It’s insane how fast momentum can turn around in this business!
Dash Wilder ducks a double superkick and Jey accidentally clocks Jimmy. FTR capitalizes, launching Jimmy over. Jey retaliates with a Samoan Drop to Dawson but Austin Gunn clips Jey’s knee and FTR toss him out too.
Kevin Kelly: The Usos just got robbed!
Arn Anderson: That’s battle royal math, Kevin. One mistake and you’re out. Ask Jimmy!
We’re down to the Gunns and FTR, and the crowd is on their feet as the four men stand face-to-face. Colten wipes a speck of blood from his lip. Dawson wipes sweat from his brow. They nod—and explode!
Dawson and Colten trade suplexes. Austin andDash go into a fast-paced series of duck-under counters, culminating in Austin hitting a Fame-Asser on Dash—but Dawson follows with a rebound lariat that folds Austin in half.
Dawson tries to dump Colten over, but Colten clings to the rope and hangs on with one hand. Dawson rushes in, but Austin low-bridges, and Dawson crashes to the floor!
Wilder prepares to fight the Gunns two on one, but just as he’s set to charge, Switchblade Jay White grabs a hold of his ankle! The fans erupt in boos as the Gunns charge with a double clothesline, sending Wilder over the ropes, to the floor, and into the guardrail! Jay backs up, laughing, arms wide like he’s innocent.
Kevin Kelly: That was highway robbery! Jay White just handed them the match!
Jay White joins the celebration, handing the Gunns their titles personally. The three men raise hands in the center of the ring.
Colten grabs a mic, laughing through gasps of breath.
Colten Gunn: Let’s make this official! We’re not just the best tag team in AEW—we’re the smartest too. And from now on, the three of us will be known as the Bullet Club!
The arena explodes in boos as the camera pans to FTR regrouping on the floor, staring daggers into the ring.
Winners: The Bullet Club
Match Time: 22:54
SEGMENT TWO
The camera opens inside the High Minded locker room, where a haze of smoke and axe body spray has Kevin Nash coughing in the corner of the room. Scott Hall is sat on a couch, wearing sunglasses, as Randy Savage paces in circles chewing gum.
Midget Hogan scrolls through his phone frustrated, as Hulk Hogan practices flexing in front of a full body mirror. Noticing Midget Hogan’s expression, Riddle approaches to try and cheer him up.
Matt Riddle: What’s wrong, little dude? That step son of yours still giving you a hard time?
Midget Hogan: [sighing in defeat] Nothing I say or do is ever good enough for him! It’s been hell. Everything I say to the kid backfires. I told him that I used to be the man in USWA, and he told me I peaked in 1998!
Scott Hall: Did you try to giving him some old Millionaire Midget Hogan merch? That stuff’s gotta be vintage by now.
Kevin Nash: Kids don’t want merch, bro. They want therapy and TikTok followers.
Midget Hogan: Last night, I asked him if he wanted to watch my USWA highlight reel. He told me he doesn’t “support institutions of systemic violence.”
Matt Riddle: Damn man, that’s rough bro.
Midget Hogan: Have you ever thought about having a kid, Riddle? Are you still dating Piper Niven?
Matt Riddle: Yeah, we still hang.
Randy Savage: Oooooh yeah? You still droppin’ the elbow in the boudoir, dig it?
Matt Riddle: Sometimes. But like, I don’t know if I wanna have a kid, y’know? Not ever since Rovey Wade died.
Scott Hall: What?
Kevin Nash: Wait, say that again?
Riddle looks to the group as if they are all ignorant and uninformed.
Matt Riddle: Rovey Wade. The lady. The Supreme Court killed her, bro. Now you can’t even get abortions.
The group erupts into immediate, roaring laughter.
Midget Hogan: Rovey Wade? You can’t be serious.
Randy Savage: Brother, that’s not a person, that’s a legal decision! Roe v. Wade! Came down in the seventies, oooh yeah, historical legal precedent, dig it! Got reversed a few years back. Remember?
Kevin Nash: [shaking his head in disbelief at Riddle] God, you’re like if a head injury became sentient.
Scott Hall: Hey Riddle, did you think “Miranda Rights” was somebody’s girlfriend too?
Matt Riddle: Okay okay, jeez, sorry for not watching Law & Order on my off days.
Suddenly, Lady Love comes in, looking full of excitement. She bends down to give Midget Hogan a kiss on the forehead before turning to the rest of the group.
Lady Love: Boys, boys, men! Big news from the front office!
Hulk Hogan: Oh yeah? Whatcha got, sister?
Lady Love: As of this morning, all of us have officially been granted Legend’s Exemptions in the 2025 Draft… well, all of us except for you, Matty.
Matt Riddle: What? That’s bogus!
Lady Love: You don’t qualify for a legend’s exemption, sorry hun. You’re not retired, not revered, and frankly? Not responsible.
The group quickly moves back to discussing Midget Hogan’s fatherhood blunders with Young Crock, as Riddle, looking defeated, slowly walks out, his flip-flops sadly slapping with every step… Nobody seems to notice.
Kevin Nash: [to Midget Hogan] So, about Young Crock. What’s the latest?
Midget Hogan: I tried to give him a high five and he called it “toxic performative validation.”
Scott Hall: Sounds like you’re bonding!
Everyone starts talking at once as the scene fades, nobody noticing that Riddle has left the room.
Match #2 | AEW Knockouts Championship
Liv Morgan (C) vs. Tiffany Stratton
As the bell sounds, Stratton and Morgan come face to face. The crowd is heavily pro-Liv—chants of “Let’s go Liv!” echo loudly, but Tiffany has her share of fans too, pink signs waving in the crowd for “The Buff Barbie.” They circle, and Tiffany smirks and mockingly blows a kiss. Liv responds with a wink and a dismissive hair flip. Then Tiffany flexes. Liv claps sarcastically.
Kevin Kelly: The tension’s thick and glitter coated here tonight, Arn.
Arn Anderson: These two have a score to settle. Stratton took Morgan to her limits in their first encounter, which ended in a draw. Tonight, there’s going to be a winner, and that winner has a date with Timeless Toni Storm in six days!
They tie up, Liv goes for a quick Figure Four—but Tiffany slips out and throws a stiff kick to Liv’s knee, followed by another one. Liv limps slightly. Liv pulls her into a side headlock, wrenching hard. Tiffany quickly counters into a head scissors. Liv kips out, stands—and grins. She twirls, strikes a pose, and offers a handshake. Tiffany yanks her into a headlock takeover instead.
Kevin Kelly: Stratton’s not here to play nice.
Liv powers out, slips behind, rolls her up—but Tiffany counters into a jackknife pin. Liv kicks out and tries one of her own. Back and forth, quick roll-ups. Tiffany suddenly dropkicks the knee again. Stratton follows it up with a double knee stomp, straight onto Liv’s thighs. Liv screams and scrambles back.
Liv lunges with a cross chop. It connects. She charges for a dropkick—misses—and Tiffany rolls her up, then smoothly transitions into a reverse Figure Four. Liv claws toward the ropes and eventually scoots close enough to force the break.
As Tiffany charges again, Liv catches her with a Thesz Press! Fists fly—but Tiffany dropkicks the same leg again, cutting Liv off.
Tiffany yanks Liv under the bottom rope, wraps her leg around the ring post, and twists violently. She signals for a ring-post Figure Four—but Liv yanks her forward and smashes her face-first into the post!
Liv rolls out, grabs Tiffany, and snaps her with a suplex on the floor.
Kevin Kelly: That suplex was all spite, Arn.
Back in the ring, Liv covers—1, 2—kickout. She tries a backbreaker… it lands, but Liv can’t capitalize, holding her knee in pain. She hoists Tiffany for a fisherman’s suplex—nailed!—1, 2—still only two. Tiffany fights back with a tornado DDT out of nowhere. She hits a running knee strike to the jaw. Then, a rolling elbow and a short-arm clothesline drop Liv to the mat. Dragon Screw leg whip follows.
Liv writhes in agony. She tries to crawl away, but Tiffany grabs her again and hits a second Dragon Screw, this one in the ropes. She climbs to the top and measures Morgan as the crowd comes alive. She flies off with a cross body, but Liv moves! Stratton crashes to the mat and Liv scoops her up, slamming her face first with a stiff DDT!
Arn Anderson: That’s the opening Liv needed!
Both women struggle to their feet. Liv with a headbutt! Tiffany answers with a chop. Elbows. Slaps. They collapse together, spent. They slowly rise back to their feet, and resume trading strikes. Tiffany kicks the knee. Liv throws elbows. Another knee kick. Liv with a back suplex, then a German suplex!
Liv goes for a second German, but Stratton flips through and lands on her feet! She charges Liv with a clothesline, but Liv reverses it, swinging through and bouncing off the ropes… obLivion!
Exhausted, Morgan falls onto Stratton and covers.
1…
2…
3!!!
Winner: Liv Morgan
Match Time: 15:02
As Knockouts Official Kenzie hands Morgan the championship, Liv clutches it to her chest, her breath heaving from the intense match she just survived. The pain in her knee is obvious, but it’s eclipsed by the pride glowing across her face.
Kevin Kelly: Liv Morgan has done it! What a war! That was one of the toughest challenges of her title reign so far, and she’s still standing — well, kind of.
Arn Anderson: Liv showed guts, I’ll give her that. Stratton brought the heat, had a great game plan working that leg… but Liv found a way. She always does.
Tiffany Stratton sits on the mat, sweat dripping down her face, her fingers digging into the canvas. Disappointment flashes across her face, but the bitterness slowly melts into something else — something more respectful. Liv watches her warily, clutching the belt as Stratton rises.
Stratton approaches Liv, and the crowd erupts as she extends her hand! Liv stares for a moment, unsure, but then nods and clasps Tiffany’s hand. The crowd pops at the show of respect.
Kevin Kelly: Tiffany Stratton has every right to be frustrated, but she’s showing a lot of class.
Tiffany exits the ring to a smattering of applause from her fans, leaving Liv alone in the spotlight once more. She raises the belt again as her music plays.
Timeless Toni Storm emerges from the crowd, black-and-white film grain following her like a ghost. She moves like she belongs on a 1930s soundstage, dramatically removing a fur shawl as she slinks over the barricade.
Arn Anderson: Wait a minute, here comes Toni Storm!
Kevin Kelly: Storm has been taunting Morgan from a distance for weeks, and now after she’s just survived Tiffany Stratton, Storm’s finally approaching the champion face to face.
Liv freezes as she sees Storm slide into the ring. Liv adjusts her grip on the title, ready for a fight. Toni drops the fur and tilts her head, lips pursed like she’s about to launch into a monologue — then she steps forward, arms wide, daring Liv to make the first move.
Before either woman can strike, the lights suddenly go out! A chilling, slow blue light bathes the ring as the lights return — and standing dead center between Liv and Toni is none other than Julia Hart.
Arn Anderson: It’s Julia Hart! Where the hell did she come from?!
Julia lifts her hand, black mist swirling at her lips — she aims it squarely at Liv. But Liv, this time, is ready. Liv ducks, and the mist hits Storm right in the eyes! Storm reels back, screaming, clawing at her eyes. Liv’s eyes widen, and without hesitation, she slides under the ropes, clutching the title tight to her body as she backs up the ramp.
Kevin Kelly: Julia Hart just misted Toni Storm! Morgan was ready for it this time, and now she’s getting the hell out of dodge!
Arn Anderson: I don’t know what kind of twisted triangle is forming here, but Julia Hart just turned the tide again — maybe without even meaning to.
In the ring, Toni Storm writhes on the mat, her glamorous visage ruined. Julia Hart stands still, expression unreadable, the mist still dripping from her lips. Liv watches from the ramp, shaken but smiling, clutching the Knockouts Championship as Kelly wonders what this will mean for Storm heading into Sunday’s title match!
SEGMENT THREE
Match #3 | Tag Team Exhibition
AJ Styles & Will Ospreay vs. Hangman Adam Page & Dragon Lee
Each of the four men are introduced separately, with Styles and Ospreay getting a heroes welcome from the live crowd, Page a mixed reception, and Dragon Lee showered in boos.
Arn Anderson: We’ve got two unlikely tag teams tonight in what’s been hailed as a preview of two huge matches set to take place at Exodus. Tonight, Dragon Lee and Will Ospreay will get their first crack at one another ahead of their Aerial Assault match Sunday, and Styles will get a shot at revenge after Hangman attacked him two weeks ago!
As the bell sounds, we’re kicking things off with AJ Styles and Dragon Lee, in what Kelly notes is their first meeting ever, and AJ’s first time in an AEW ring since leaving last summer for the WWE. They circle before exploding into a furious chain-wrestling sequence, arm drags, kip-ups, and headlock counters. AJ grounds Lee with a snapmare and dropkick to the back.
Lee is quick to get back to his feet, charging at Styles with a lariat attempt. AJ ducks it, and springboards off the ropes, connecting with a phenomenal dropkick that brings the crowd to their feet.
Styles tags Ospreay in, who wets his lips at the chance to get his hands on Lee for the first time since his violent assault at Genesis: Chapter 2.
Arn Anderson: Ospreay’s been waiting for this!
Lee, however, quickly gets out of the ring, tagging in Hangman. The crowd is electric as two of AEW’s biggest stars, Page and Ospreay, come face to face for the first time. Ospreay’s disappointed that Lee escaped, but he shrugs, welcoming the chance to best Page.
Arn Anderson: Talk about a preview of things to come, Kelly! These two men haven’t been formally introduced, but you just know their paths are going to cross many times here in All Elite Wrestling.
They tie up in the center of the ring, with Page powering Ospreay into the corner. Senior Official Michael McMahon calls for the break, and Page backs up, only for Ospreay to slap him across the face!
This infuriates Page, who charges wildly at Ospreay. Ospreay ducks, bounces off the ropes, and hits a stunning springboard corkscrew onto Page! He lands on his feet and follows it up with a standing shooting star press!
Ospreay hooks the leg…
1…
2…
Page kicks out! Ospreay lifts Page back up, but Page fires back with an elbow to the gut. He kicks Ospreay in the face and makes the tag to the fresh Dragon Lee, who rushes in with blinding speed, connecting with a running knee to the Aerial Assassin’s face!
Kevin Kelly: The fans may not like this guy for what he did to Ospreay at Genesis, but you can’t deny that Dragon Lee has a right to be upset. Ospreay took years off his career in New Japan Pro Wrestling, and Lee wants revenge!
Lee knocks Styles off the apron with a spinning wheel kick, and bounces off the ropes with a slingshot dropkick to Ospreay!
Before Ospreay can mount any sort of comeback, Lee is quick to tag Page back in, who hoists Will up, tossing him into the turnbuckles with a fallaway slam!
Arn Anderson: That’s just what Ospreay needs before the Aerial Assault match, a cracked rib!
Ospreay’s struggling, crawling for AJ. Page cuts him off—deadlift German—Ospreay flips out mid-air and lands on his feet! He hits the Cheeky Nando’s kick and dives—hot tag to AJ Styles!
The former AEW World Heavyweight Champion rushes in like a house on fire, sending Page to the mat with a spinning back elbow. He nails Lee with a dropkick that sends him off the apron, before connecting with the pele kick to Hangman!
Styles sets Hangman up for the Styles Clash, but Lee’s back in! He charges Styles, who counters with the back body drop! He lifts both men and hits them with a double DDT!
Arn Anderson: Is there anyone who can stop the Phenomenal One when he gets going?
Ospreay tags in again and goes full throttle—oscutter to Dragon Lee! Then a running corkscrew moonsault to the outside onto Page! Will’s back up, adrenaline pumping. He throws Page into the ring. AJ sets up for the Phenomenal Forearm, Will sets for the Hidden Blade… but Page ducks out of the ring, pulling Lee with him.
AJ and Will follow. Lee suddenly throws powder into AJ’s face while the ref is distracted! The crowd boos viciously. Ospreay clocks Lee with a forearm, but Page sneaks up behind and cracks a steel chain around Ospreay’s ribs! Will drops like a stone.
Arn Anderson: Oh, come on! What a cheap shot from Hangman!
The ref turns around just in time to see the chain fall from Page’s hand. The crowd boos relentlessly. Page shrugs, not even pretending to argue. He and Dragon Lee stomp on Ospreay, Lee targeting the ribs, Page grinding his boot into Ospreay’s neck. AJ, still blinded, swings wildly trying to help, but Page kicks him low and hits a Buckshot Lariat!
Kevin Kelly: Hangman’s soul’s been chipped away, one match at a time. This ain’t no cowboy, this is an outlaw.
Winners by DQ: AJ Styles & Will Ospreay
Match Time: 14:56
With Styles and Ospreay down and hurt, Page and Lee celebrate as if they’ve won fair and square. Anderson says that Ospreay and Styles will be heading into Exodus looking to recover from tonight’s assault, and that there could be hell to pay for both of these men!
Sami Zayn and The Executioner step into Benny Mouse’s former office, dark and deserted. The air is stale, tinged with the scent of scorched wood and paper.
The Executioner: What gives, the rat said he was waiting?
Sami Zayn: [angry] Come on Danhausen, where the hell are you?
Suddenly, a lightning bolt cracks and illuminates the big picture window behind Benny’s empty desk. Thunder follows immediately after, a monstrous sound that rattles the glass.
Suddenly, all the lights in the room go out, and it’s pitch black. However, the two aren’t in silence, there’s a hum, low and building, like something beginning to stir.
Approximately thirty seconds go by, with Executioner and Sami Zayn breathing heavy in the dark. Suddenly, the lights flicker back on, but the office has totally transformed!
In the center of the room, Zayn and Executioner are surrounded by dozens of mirrors, lining the walls of the room. They’re warped and stained, distorted like old funhouse glass. Each reflection is wrong: limbs slightly too long, faces turned the wrong way, eyes where they shouldn’t be.
Reflections of Sami and Executioner stare back—stretched, crushed, rippled. In one mirror, Zayn’s mouth is open in an eternal silent scream. In another, Executioner looks headless.
Sami Zayn: What the hell is this?
Suddenly, Zayn and Executioner’s warped reflections disappear, and in one mirror is Danhausen’s twisted reflection. He looks as if he is inside the glass itself. His makeup is smeared, eyes wild but deeply focused. No cackling. No theatrics. Just that calm, eerie presence. Serious, unreadable.
Danhausen: You’ve finally made it! Strange, how you took the road so long for something stolen, no? There will be a reckoning. Not just for what was taken from him… but for those who served the thieves. Who wore their banners, bowed to their gods… and enforced their lies.
In the mirror, Danhausen’s head turns to Executioner.
Danhausen: And you. Chained to a false king. You lent your blade to the thief who stole an era… one meant for his own blood. For the daughter born to lead. She was to shine. And you served the one who cast her in shadow.
Sami Zayn: Enough with the riddles! Face us, Danhausen!
The Executioner: You son of a bitch!
He hurls himself at the mirror, but Danhausen’s reflection disappears. Executioner busts the mirror, as Danhausen reappears in another mirror. And another. Then in three at once, speaking from each reflection with eerie synchronicity.
Sami Zayn: What did you do to Megan?
Danhausen: [laughing in all three mirrors] You speak of saving her… but you were never there when the lights went out.
Sami Zayn: We’re not afraid of you!
Suddenly, Danhausen’s reflection fills every mirror, as the two are surrounded by more than a dozen reflections, each doing something slightly different.
And from the mirrors, a voice emerges as two, speaking as one—a fusion of Danhausen’s eerie cadence and Benny Mouse’s distinct, raspy high pitch.
Danhausen & Benny Mouse: [merged] Then you haven’t been paying attention.
Zayn stumbles back, visibly shaken. Executioner’s mask tilts as he tries to make sense of it.
Danhausen: At Exodus, we will remember. The cracks will become the path.
Danhausen’s reflections disappear, and all at once, every mirror shatters. A violent chain of eruptions, glass flying, sparks igniting from nowhere. The room roars like it’s being torn apart from the inside. Zayn and Executioner dive backward, shielding themselves from the chaos.
Executioner: [terrified] What the hell kind of parlor trick was that?
Sami Zayn: [serious] That wasn’t a trick. It was a warning.
They back out slowly, the remnants of the office still smoldering behind them.
World Of Wrestling: Murrey Universe 