Live from Golden 1 Center | Sacramento, CA | Crowd Size: 19,082
SEGMENT ONE
In High Minded’s locker room, Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, Matt Riddle, Randy Savage, and Lady Love are standing around Midget Hogan, who is standing atop a step-ladder. Everyone’s dressed in black, and the mood seems somber.
Midget Hogan: Alright, brothers. Thank you all for assembling so fast. I’ve got some bad news.
Randy Savage looks to his left, and then to his right, noticing someone’s absent from the group.
Randy Savage: Wait a minute… where’s the Hulkster?
Matt Riddle’s face immediately washes with panic, as he begins muttering to himself, his voice getting louder and more frantic as he speaks.
Matt Riddle: Oh, no. No, no. Oh, no, no, no!!! This is a funeral, isn’t it?! We’re all dressed in black, and… and Hulk’s dead, isn’t he?! I KILLED Hulk Hogan!
Kevin Nash shoots Riddle a confused look.
Scott Hall: You what, bro?
Matt Riddle: I gave him an edible the last time I saw him… except… it wasn’t from a dispensary. It was from my private stash! I thought he could handle it, he’s Hulk Hogan! But what if… what if I dosed him into the afterlife?!
Kevin Nash: Jesus, Riddle, calm down. You really think Hulk Hogan’s gonna be taken out by a gummy?
Lady Love: Calm down, Matty.
Matt Riddle: It’s not my fault, bros! He said he could handle the Double Doink, 500 milligrams of pure THC goodness… I told him to only take half, but he never listens!
Suddenly, everyone’s heads turn as Hulk Hogan enters the room, looking confused, but tan as ever.
Hulk Hogan: Sorry I’m late, brothers. [stopping, to look around] What the hell’s going on in here?
Matt Riddle’s reaction is delayed, but when he notices Hulk Hogan he gasps, before running and hiding behind Kevin Nash.
Matt Riddle: [screaming] HOLY SHIT! HE’S A GHOST! A JACKED GHOST!
Hulk Hogan: What? I’m not dead! Seriously, why do people keep acting like I croaked? Hulkamania never dies, brother!
Randy Savage again looks around the room, as if he’s trying to connect the dots.
Randy Savage: Wait, if no one’s dead, why’d you ask us to dress in black?
Midget Hogan: We’re in black to mourn…. a betrayal!
He points at Matt Riddle, who as always, looks totally confused.
Midget Hogan: I’d had enough of the vibes being off around here. Riddle, you’ve been moping around for months, even before the draft. So, I did a little digging. And you know what I found?
Matt Riddle: [squinting] …porn?
Midget Hogan: Well, yes, actually. But that’s not what this is about. I found out that you were the superstar that was supposed to be traded to ULW!
Everyone turns to look at Riddle, whose face reveals he’s been caught.
Midget Hogan: That’s right. You were headed to ULW for Jade Cargill in mid-August. The deal was all but done… until it wasn’t. And you didn’t tell a damn one of us!
Lady Love: Ohhhhhh… So that’s why he was in such a dick mood the night of the season premiere!
Midget Hogan: Exactly! That’s the night the deal apparently fell apart!
Randy Savage: Ooooohhhh betrayal! Dig it!
Matt Riddle: [defensive] Look, it’s not like that! I just… I felt like ever since this became the Midget Hogan and Lady Love Show, I’ve been sidelined. I needed a fresh start. I didn’t wanna bail, but I thought maybe I’d be better appreciated over there. Plus, with Piper getting drafted, I was hoping we could reconnect!
Midget Hogan: [irate] So you were gonna go behind our backs to join ULW?! The land of forgotten gimmicks and spooky lighting?!
Matt Riddle: It wasn’t like that! I wasn’t trying to betray anyone! I just don’t want to be a background character in your relationship drama for the rest of my life!
Scott Hall: Alright alright, let’s all cool our jets, chico. Look, maybe Riddle made a mistake, but let’s not overreact here. Nobody’s dead. Not even the old man. Let’s take a beat before we go full execution.
Kevin Nash: Agreed. This ain’t the time to be throwing dudes out of the crew. Let’s all sit with this.
Matt Riddle walks over to Hulk, tears in his eyes. He embraces him in a big hug.
Matt Riddle: I’m just glad you’re alive, man. I legit thought I killed you with weed. I don’t want that on my conscience.
Hulk Hogan: [patting him on the back] Don’t worry, brother. It’ll take more than that to stop Hulkamania.
Riddle nods, wipes his tears with Hulk’s bandana, and slowly exits the room, leaving the rest of High Minded in awkward silence.
The opening video concludes, the pyro sounds, and Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly welcome us back to Dynamite! It’s Season Four, an unprecedented feat in BWM Inc.’s long and storied history, and tonight we’ve got a huge night of action capped off with a first-time ever bout for the AEW Television Championship as LA Knight defends against the America Dragon Bryan Danielson! Plus, after nearly 15 years, Teo returns home to BWM Inc. as he and his longtime partner-turned rival-turned partner again Attitude challenge the Gunns for the AEW World Tag Team Championships! Kelly says he’s waited a long time for The Attraction to come home, but in doing so they face a huge challenge, the seemingly unstoppable champs, two-thirds of the Bullet Club, Austin & Colten Gunn! But first, it’s the long-awaited debut of The Man, Becky Lynch, as she competes against the biggest Knockouts signing of the summer, Willow Nightingale!
Before we can transition from commentary to Jane Mouse for the opening bout, Metalingus hits and the sold-out crowd in Sacramento rises to their feet as the founder of BWM Inc., Benny Mouse makes his way to the ring with Danhausen in tow. Anderson notes that Benny Mouse continues to be the hottest topic industry-wide, as the world waits for an explanation regarding his return to form alongside Danhausen!
Benny and Danhausen step into the ring, with Benny taking time to savior the reaction from the fans, as if he’s waited for this very moment for a long time. As the camera cuts to a group of fans doing the “we’re not worthy” bow in the third row, the music cuts and Benny stands in the center of the ring facing the hard-cam. He raises the microphone to his lips, his eyes distant yet piercing. A faint smile ghosts across the face of Danhausen as he looms silently like a shadow over Benny’s shoulder.
Benny Mouse: The last time I stood before a live Dynamite crowd was May 20th, 2024—the night Armageddon betrayed me. A betrayal broadcast in high definition, dissected by people who’ve never built anything worth losing. They called it a collapse. A breakdown. A man unraveling inside the empire he built with his bare hands. But history… history doesn’t repeat, no. It rhymes. And now, Armageddon is back where it belongs—a weapon in my arsenal.
He shakes his head slowly, disgusted at the memory, then lifts his gaze, steady and cold.
Benny Mouse: But Armageddon isn’t the only one who has my back. This presence you feel before you even see—Danhausen… You feel that? That chill on the back of your neck? Good. Feel it. Sit in it. Because I was gone. Lost. Pieces of me scattered through the fog of time, and it was him who gathered them. I do not speak to you now as a ghost or a tragedy. I speak to you as something reborn.
His voice grows quieter for a moment, almost reverent.
Benny Mouse: And oh… how clearly I see. How far I see. We’ll get to that. But first…
He paces once, measured and patient.
Benny Mouse: Let’s talk about the scandal of the summer—the so-called JadeTrade. A sleight of hand dressed as diplomacy. ULW promised Jade Cargill by summer’s end in exchange for one of our finest. But when the sun rose, they’d vanished with their prize, and left us with shadows. My brother Lenny—the quiet one, the ‘reasonable’ one, the liar—slithered back into his burrow, just like Mickey did before him.
He sneers faintly, the words curling at the edges like smoke.
Benny Mouse: The Mouse tradition, I suppose. Get what you want, pay no price.
His mouth creaks into a smile, briefly. Then his eyes darken.
Benny Mouse: But let me say this plainly. I never wanted Jade because I needed her. I wanted her because they said I couldn’t have her! And now I will have her. Not as a trophy. As a penitent. She will work for BWM Inc. by season’s end. And when she arrives, she will kneel in repentance!
He stops pacing. The stillness is deliberate.
Benny Mouse: As for Lenny, I meant every word I said at the Draft. He wore the mask of sanity, called himself the pragmatic one while hiding shaking hands behind his back. But the moment power beckoned, he folded himself into Mickey’s outline like he’d been rehearsing it in the mirror his whole life. The moment I was weak, he laughed at my illness and tried to claim my crown.
A beat of silence. His voice drops, grim and flat.
Benny Mouse: One day soon, I’ll speak on Mickey’s death. I’ll tell you what it was like to hear he was gone… and to be lucid enough to understand what I’d lost. But not tonight. No, not yet.
He shakes his head as he continues.
Benny Mouse: Tonight is about something else entirely. You look at me now—steady, clear-eyed, whole… and you wonder… how? Medicine? Miracles? No. It’s him!
Benny gestures behind him, without turning.
Benny Mouse: Without Danhausen, I am fog. Static. I wouldn’t remember who I am, who you are, or what this place means. But near him, my mind is a cathedral. And in its stained-glass windows I see everything… my childhood, my brothers, my enemies, my lovers, my empire. Every betrayal. Every lie. Every laugh at my expense. And with memory comes power. With power… purpose.
He tightens his grip on the mic, as if feeling every word vibrate through him.
Benny Mouse: Together, we’ve removed a liar in noble skin, my son-in-law, Sami Zayn. I should’ve listened to Splinter when he warned me. Should’ve seen the cracks beneath Sami’s compassion. But I was fond of him. When my mind was mist, he steadied my hand, or so I thought. He didn’t steady it. He redirected it. And that nearly cost me everything.
A slow exhale, through clenched teeth. He lowers his head just slightly, then raises it again.
Benny Mouse: Every time I speak now, you wait for answers. You want to know what I think of Abigail. Of Megan. Of what Splidder knows… You’ll get those revelations, I promise. But not yet. Tonight, there’s a deeper truth you need to understand.
He finally turns toward Danhausen—just slightly, just enough.
Benny Mouse: There’s a reason you haven’t seen me without Danhausen since Exodus. When he came to me last fall, I knew immediately. He didn’t come to play a character. He was—and is—something this industry has only pretended to understand.
He steps forward again, voice rising now with a sharp, eerie cadence.
Benny Mouse: You chant for deadmen and fiends, for demons and monsters… But they were gimmicks. Pageantry. But Danhausen? Danhausen is the ritual itself! The spell and the conjurer. The prophecy and its fulfillment. The curse, yes—but also the cure.
He lowers the mic a moment and breathes, his eyes shining now with strange conviction.
Benny Mouse: And beside him, I can see the road ahead. I can see what’s coming. And truthfully, there is no one I would rather face the storm with.
He turns fully to Danhausen now, standing at his side.
Benny Mouse: Danhausen did not curse me. He delivered me. He did not lift me from illness—he restored me. He gave me not just memory, but vision. A second life. And because of that, I now reign over two eras. No other promoter can make that claim. No other king has lived twice. And for that… for that gift… I am not merely grateful. I am bound.
Benny Mouse: That is why effective immediately, Danhausen is named the third co-chair of BWM Inc. And with the others gone, absent in body or broken in will, he stands alone at my side. With him, I am no longer alone, nor will I ever be again!
He drops the mic with a thud. Benny turns to Danhausen. No words—just a long, solemn nod. He mouths “thank you” once more, just as he did at Exodus. The lights begin to dim as they stand together in silence.
Match # 1 | Exhibition Match
Becky Lynch vs. Willow Nightingale
Willow Nightingale is out first, as Kevin Kelly notes we’ve been waiting all summer to see what this young lady can do in the ring. That said, she finds herself with an ultimate first test, as Becky Lynch is one of the best to ever lace up her boots.
As Celtic Invasion hits, the Golden 1 Arena comes to life with a deafening pop, as Becky Lynch emerges from the tunnel in her trademark leather jacket and shades, a confident smile on her face. She pauses at the top of the ramp, as if she’s savoring the moment, and points out a sign that reads, “The Man is All Elite!”
She begins her walk down the ramp, however, just as she steps forward, her music cuts. The crowd quiets with confusion, as Anderson says it’s already been a weird night, and things keep getting weirder.
There’s a loud “Pop. Pop. POP!” as the arena lights begin to shut off, one by one, from the far end of the building toward the stage. Eventually, there’s total darkness, save for a single spotlight above. It casts a dramatic silhoette over Becky Lynch as she stands atop the ramp.
Suddenly, the video wall screen flickers, as black and white film grain dances across the screen, before settling into the glowing image of Timeless Toni Storm!
Storm lounges in a fainting chair, champagne in hand, dressed in a feathered robe and oversized sunglasses. Behind her, the faint din of jazz music mingles with the clinking of glasses and murmured conversations. She’s clearly somewhere decadent, somewhere important.
Timeless Toni Storm: [on the tron, deamily] Darling! I so wanted wanted to be there tonight in Sacramento, I truly did! To hear the roar of the peasants as The Man strutted into our little picture show!
Storm sighs, tilting her head, amused, as Becky watches on.
Timeless Toni Storm: But alas, duty calls! Some dreadful red-carpet event—Turner Classic Movies insisted I attend. A retrospective on the silent films of 1929. Exhausting, but necessary. One must uphold the legacy, after all.
She swirls her champagne.
Timeless Toni Storm: I didn’t want the evening to pass without first extending a most heartfelt invitation! Next week, for the first time ever, you and I… face to face! A meeting of icons of eras… of inevitabilities! Come find me Becky, let’s see if the man can stand the test of time!
The video flickers out as Becky makes her way down the aisle without music. Willow watches on, equally confused. As Becky steps through the ropes and into the ring, the bell finally sounds and the two circle one another. They lock up, and Becky immediately goes to work with a slick arm drag, floating over into a pin for a quick one-count. Willow powers out and surges back with a thunderous chop across Becky’s chest, followed by a clubbing forearm to the back that drops “The Man” to a knee.
Kevin Kelly: What a way to kick off Dynamite, as Becky and Willow are wasting no time in trying to rip one another apart. Becky’s got Timeless Toni Storm at Aftershock, but she’d be a fool to take Willow lightly tonight.
Arn Anderson: Becky’s a legend, no doubt, but we shouldn’t underestimate Willow. She’s got power and an unpredictable energy, and Becky’s going to feel every ounce of it.
Willow whips Becky toward the apron, but Becky hooks the ropes and dodges a lariat attempt. She leaps up for a springboard attack, but Willow catches her mid-air and powerbombs her spine-first onto the apron! The crowd gasps. Becky writhes in pain as Willow drags her back into the ring for a delayed vertical suplex, holding her high for a beat before crashing down.
As Becky gets back to her feet, she attempts to rebuild some momentum with a clothesline, but Willow absorbs it and snaps Becky with a German suplex, sending the Man neck-first into the mat. Becky rolls toward the corner, dazed, as Willow hobbles from the impact as well.
Becky plays possum for a moment, then suddenly trips Willow into the turnbuckle and immediately starts kicking at Willow’s left knee. She follows up with a chop block, then hits the Becksploder into the center of the ring. Becky doesn’t go for the pin. She grabs Willow’s leg and begins twisting it into a knee bar.
Arn Anderson: Becky smells blood in the water and she’s locking in on that leg.
Kevin Kelly: Becky’s not about mind games, that’s more Toni Storm’s territory. Next week, she’s invited Becky to meet her face to face in what’s likely to be a combustable confrontation. But she first has to survive Willow Nightingale!
Willow slaps at Becky’s arms to break free, and Becky responds in kind, open-hand slap for slap before wrenching that leg again. Becky floats into a Backstabber, then smoothly transitions into an octopus stretch, but Willow muscles out and reverses into an ankle lock! Becky yelps and flails, eventually shoving Willow into the turnbuckle to escape.
Becky hits the ropes, but Willow pounces her out of the air with a tackle that knocks “The Man” clean across the ring! The crowd is fired up.
Willow limps into the corner and lands some stiff punches. Becky fights back with a few short-arm elbows, then leaps from the second rope—but Willow catches her and drills her with a spinebuster!
Willow hoists Becky for a Doctor Bomb, but Becky flips out and cracks her with a running knee strike to the face! Becky tries for the DisArmHer, but Willow counters into a spinebuster again, then hits a Fisherman’s Suplex for a two-count. She clutches at her leg, the damage is accumulating.
Willow sets Becky up on the top turnbuckle. Becky fights back with sharp elbows and slips behind, hitting a rope-assisted powerbomb! Becky instantly locks in a leg trap STF, targeting the injured knee, but Willow claws her way to the ropes.
Willow rolls to the apron. Becky charges, but Willow snaps her leg over the top rope, then yanks her out and smashes Becky’s knee into the apron. With Becky dazed, Willow hoists her for a Death Valley Driver near the turnbuckle! Willow sets up for a cannonball, but Becky rolls away! Willow crashes hard!
Becky rolls her back into the ring and hits the flying leg drop from the middle rope, Meteora style, and covers!
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2…
Willow kicks out!
Willow again rolls to the outside, looking for a breather. Becky, obviously in better cardiovascular shape, goes to the apron and launches with a diving Meteora to the outside! Willow catches her, and in a sheer display of power hits her with the Doctor Bomb to the outside! She drags Becky back inside and covers…
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2…
Becky kicks out!
Willow goes for the finish again, but Becky slips out and locks in the DisArmHer! Willow flails and tries to power out, but Becky transitions seamlessly into the STF on the injured knee! Willow reaches and claws, before finally getting to the ropes! The crowd erupts.
Arn Anderson: What a debut for both women, who are leaving every bit of themselves in that ring to kick off Dynamite!
Becky drags her back to center, wrenches the knee once more, then hoists Willow onto her shoulders and hits the Manhandle Slam!
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3!!!
Winner: Becky Lynch
Match Time: 18:04
Kevin Kelly: Becky survives, but barely! And with that win, she no doubt has sent a message to Timeless Toni Storm.
SEGMENT TWO
Backstage, AEW Correspondent Renee Young is standing center frame, microphone in hand, as The Young Bucks, Matt and Nick Jackson, strut into view, smug and relaxed, dressed in their own merch and designer sneakers.
Renee Young: I’m standing by with Matt and Nick Jackson — the Young Bucks! Guys, first off, congratulations on your impressive in-ring debut last week here in AEW, where you defeated the legendary Hardy Boyz. What’s next for the Bucks in All Elite Wrestling?
Matt Jackson: Impressive? Renee, that was inevitable. The Hardy Boyz are icons, sure. But we’re legends in real time. We’re not just the best tag team in AEW — we’re the best tag team of ALL time.
Nick Jackson: It’s cute when teams like FTR throw around that “best in the world” stuff. Real cute. But let’s be honest — FTR wrestles like it’s still 1987. Corny gear, slow pacing, and sad facial hair. The Young Bucks are the future.
Renee Young: Speaking of the past and the future — moments from now, The Attraction makes their AEW return, and they’ve got a shot at the AEW World Tag Team Champions, the Gunns. Any thoughts on that matchup?
Matt Jackson: [laughing] The Attraction? You mean Teo and Attitude? Those guys were already fossils when we were kicking their asses in PWI. The only place they’re an attraction anymore is in a nursing home talent show.
Nick Jackson: And the Gunns? Look, we’re not gonna pretend to be fans, but at least they’re a new team. At least they haven’t been trotting out the same moves since dial-up internet. When the Young Bucks come knocking, the Gunns are just another team to add to our win column.
Before Renee can ask another question, the interview is cut short by a blur of violence!
Kenny Omega and Bryan Danielson storm the set from opposite sides, attacking the Bucks with a flurry of fists and elbows.
Matt is driven into a stack of production crates by Omega, while Nick is dropped with a running knee from Danielson. The Bucks scramble, overwhelmed.
Security rushes in as the Bucks retreat, stunned and humiliated. Renee stands aside, wide-eyed, as the scene fades.
In an abandoned loading bay outside the Golden 1 Arena, The Executioner sits on an overturned equipment case, hunched forward. His mask is dangling from one hand, his shoulders slumped low. His long hair drapes over his face, shielding it from view of the camera.
His silhouette is barely illuminated by an overhead light. Inside the arena, the world of All Elite Wrestling carries on in the distance, with fans cheering, loud music and pyro. But here, that world is hushed like a confession chamber in the shadows.
The Executioner: [almost trembling] I never wanted this to hapen.
His voice is cracked, as if it’s been worn from his silence since Exodus.
The Executioner: Sami Zayn tried to help me. He gave me a place here, not because he needed a weapon, but because he thought that I was more than one.
His head still hangs as the camera focuses on his mask, trembling in his hand.
The Executioner: I came to BWM Inc. for vengeance, and Sami tried to help me find it. He warned me about the game we were playing, but I wouldn’t hear it. And then, when the lights went out on us, I chose the nearest shadow to hide in like that coward I’ve always been. I tried to convince myself it was strategy. That if I played along, stayed close to the fire, I could survive the burn. But all I did was scorch every bridge I had built since I got here. I betrayed the one man who who saw something worth trusting in all this.
He grips the mask tighter, before quickly pulling it over his head, looking to the camera once it shields his face.
The Executioner: I thought I could disappear behind this. That if I stayed quiet, and moved when I was told, I’d be safe. But I’m not safe, am I? Cast aside after they got what they wanted from me. I got no vengeance, and I’m not respected. I’m owned. Used. And worst of all, I let it happen.
As Executioner leans forward, his elbows on his knees, looking small, footsteps are heard nearby. Soft and steady, approaching from the shadows of the corridor. Executioner stiffens. He stands slowly, cautious, glancing toward the sound.
From the silence, Mr. Brodie Lee emerges, stoic and silent, towering above him in his long trench coat. Executioner looks confused, as if he wasn’t expecting anyone.
The Executioner: …what are you doing here?
There’s no reply from Lee, who just glares at Executioner, as if his eyes see through him.
Brodie steps closer and pulls out a small, folded piece of white paper from his pocket. He hands it to Executioner, who looks at it, hesitant.
The Executioner: What is this?
Brodie still doesn’t speak. In fact, he barely moves. If not for the wind in his hair, he’d look like statute. Executioner unfolds the note, its contents shielded from the camera. He reads it, and then looks up again, searching for clarity.
Brodie turns, just as slowly as he arrived, walking away. His footsteps fade until there’s nothing left but the hum of the arena as the scene fades.
Match #2 | AEW World Tag Team Championship
The Gunns (C) (Austin & Colten) vs. The Attraction (Teo & Attitude)
The champions are out first, without Jay White, who Anderson notes missed his connecting flight and is unable to be here. Kelly says it’s rare that the champions are upstaged in terms of the introductions, but notes what a big deal it is for Teo and Attitude to be back in BWM Inc., something we never thought we’d see.
With The Gunns in the ring, Trash by Korn hits, as the crowd immediately reacts to Teo’s former theme song; however, it’s revealed that him using his original BWM Inc. music was just to pay homage, as Let’s Go by Korn hits, before that too segues into Disturbed’s Prayer, and the crowd is raucous as Teo and Attitude appear on stage!
Arn Anderson: Kevin, I never thought I’d see the day! The Attraction has finally come home!
Kevin Kelly: And what a homecoming it is, as this capacity crowd welcomes them with reverence! But inside that ring, the reigning and defending tag team champions, Austin and Colten Gunn are waiting, and they’re not about to rollover.
As the bell sounds, Colten Gunn and Attitude start things off, as Anderson notes Teo and Attitude have used the time since the draft wisely, both legends looking to be in tremendous shape. Colten charges and bulldozes Attitude with a shoulder.
Attitude pops right back up, defiant, and slaps Colten across his face, bringing the crowd to its feet. Colten charges again, but Attitude sidesteps it and sends him crashing to the outside. He goes to the apron and hits a springboard moonsault, as commentary reminds us that he was trained by the one and only Sabu, and is willing to put his body on the line!
Attitude takes control with a hard Irish whip into the barricade. Austin Gunn tries to intervene, but Teo cuts him off with a stiff clothesline that flattens him on the floor!
Kevin Kelly: These men haven’t lost a single step, Arn!
Attitude rolls Colten back inside, and as Attitude reenters the ring, Colten catches him with a low dropkick to the knee, followed by a full nelson slam for two!
The Gunns isolate Attitude in the corner, working quick tags and taunting Teo from across the ring. Austin hits a rolling neckbreaker and gloats as he covers— only for Attitude to kick out at two once more!
Arn Anderson: If The Gunns aren’t careful, their ego’s gonna cost them. You don’t gloat when you’re in the ring with men like this.
Attitude fights back with a back elbow and a desperation STO, crawling across the mat as the crowd claps in rhythm. Austin tags Cloten back in, just as Attitude makes the hot tag to Teo, who explodes into the ring, clotheslining both Gunns in rapid succession.
He catches Colten with a snap German suplex and plants Austin with a double-arm DDT. Teo heads to the top rope and drops a picture perfect elbow onto Colten’s chest!
Teo calls for the Fall From Grace, but Austin rushes back in with a cheap shot to the back. The Gunns attempt the 3:10 to Yuma, but Attitude dives in and breaks it up at the last second! The ref gets caught in the chaos and nearly goes down, giving Austin the opening to slide a title belt into the ring.
Colten grabs the belt and swings it wildly at Teo, who sidesteps it as Attitude knocks him off his feet with a hellacious spear!
Junior Official Lance Storm struggles to get control of the match, sending Attitude back to his corner, as Austin Gunn watches in horror from his corner. Teo lifts Colten high above his head, twists and spins, and drops him with the Fall From Grace! The crowd explodes, clamoring for the title change that now seems inevitable.
Teo covers him immediately!
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2.999!
Austin grabs a hold of Storm’s foot and pulls him out of the ring! The crowd boos, waiting for the disqualification, but Teo and Attitude refuse to let Storm call for the bell!
Arn Anderson: That should’ve been it, Kevin, but The Attraction won’t let it end this way!
With the match continuing, Teo tags Attitude back in as Colten finally gets a breather as he tags in his brother Austin. Austin again has the belt in hand, but Attitude telegraphs it once more with a sit-out powerbomb!
He lifts Austin onto his shoulder and hoists him up… The Adjustment connects!
Kevin Kelly: Attitude got all of it, a move he’s beat so many with! He told me earlier tonight he’s rebranded it as The Adjustment.
Attitude covers!
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2.999!
This time, it’s Colten who breaks it up!
Kevin Kelly: My God, how are these men still going?!
Teo tags himself in as Attitude rolls out, and Teo goes upstairs, looking for a moonsault. Austin gets his knees up, but Teo telegraphs it and lands clean on his feet. Attitude rushes in to offset Colten, who attempts to do the same. Spear to Colten!
Teo hoists Austin up once more… Fall From Grace!
Arn Anderson: This is it, this is the moment!
Teo hooks the leg as Attitude plays defense.
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3!!!
Winners and NEW AEW World Tag Team Champions: The Attraction
Match Time: 14:12
Kevin Kelly: They’ve done it! They’ve done it! Teo and Attitude — The Attraction — are home and they’ve just dethroned the Gunns to become AEW World Tag Team Champions!
Teo and Attitude collapse to their knees, clutching the titles as the crowd roars. The Gunns retreat up the ramp, shellshocked, as The Attraction bask in their win!
SEGMENT THREE
As we return from commercial break, AEW Correspondent Renee Young stands in front of the AEW backdrop once more, a mic in hand. Beside her, dressed in a sharp black track jacket with gold trim stands the Aerial Assassin, Will Ospreay! Ospreay bounces slightly on his heels, as if he’s ready to throw hands at a moment’s notice.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time—Will Ospreay!
The crowd pops in the background, as Ospreay nods slightly. Just as Renee begins the interview, down the hallway in the blurred background, we briefly see MVP as he quietly slips out of The Acclaimed’s locker room. He pauses for a split second to look to Ospreay, before walking briskly in the opposite direction. Ospreay’s attention is turned to Rene, so he doesn’t even notice.
Renee Young: Will, last week on Dynamite, we saw you come out after Hangman Page was taken out of the equation. You made it pretty clear you wanted a shot at the AEW World Heavyweight Championship. Where do things stand now?
Will Ospreay: Renee, last week, I looked around and saw that the road was finally clear. Hangman? He’s outta the way. Not by my hand, but hey—it’s not like I was gonna wait politely behind him. I came out to make my intentions known: I want that title. I want Bobby Lashley.
He runs a hand down his face, exhaling sharply, before continuing.
Will Ospreay: Now, I know the Hurt Syndicate—they got their game plan. They wanna rule AEW by force, by fear, by numbers. And fair play to ‘em. But me? I’ve never shied away from pain. I welcome it. I train in it. I live in it.
He glances directly into the camera, voice picking up intensity.
Will Ospreay: But before I can get to Lashley, I’ve got one more obstacle. One hell of a legend. The Legend Killer himself… Randy Orton.
The crowd reacts audibly from the arena. Ospreay gives a slight nod, acknowledging the weight of the name.
Will Ospreay: I didn’t expect Randy to get in my way. But that’s the thing I love about AEW, innit? No coasting. No favors. Everybody’s hungry. Everybody wants that top spot.
He raises a finger.
Will Ospreay: But, only one man can have it.
Ospreay smirks.
Will Ospreay: I just left Splinter’s office. It’s official. Next week on Dynamite, it’s me vs. Orton. Winner gets Lashley at Aftershock. Randy, I’ve watched you for years. I’ve studied you. I’ve respected everything you’ve done in that ring. But next week, you’re not steppin’ into the ring with a fan. You’re steppin’ in there with your equal.
He stares into the camera like it’s Orton himself on the other end.
Will Ospreay: I’m comin’ to take what’s mine!
He gives Renee a polite nod and walks off frame with intensity as the scene fades.
Match #3 | AEW Television Championship
LA Knight (C) vs. Bryan Danielson
Both men are out to massive pops from the fans, as Anderson notes he’s been informed by Splinter that the Young Bucks have left the arena, and shouldn’t be a problem for Danielson.
Kevin Kelly: It’s main event time here on Dynamite, and the AEW Television Championship is on the line. LA Knight, the megastar, defending against the American Dragon, Bryan Danielson!
Arn Anderson: It’s a big fight feel here in Sacramento, as we’re set to witness what’s sure to be an instant classic. It’s charisma vs. craft, as two of the biggest names in all of pro-wrestling are set to lock up for the first time ever.
Kevin Kelly: We’ve already witnessed one title change on what’s already been a historic night for All Elite Wrestling. And Arn, as we just learned, next week we’ve got another huge main event as Will Ospreay and Randy Orton will meet for the first time ever to crown a number one contender for Aftershock!
Arn Anderson: It’s an explosive summer of action here in AEW, and I’m loving every moment of it!
The bell sounds and LA Knight extends a hand. Danielson looks at it, but shakes his head no. Knight shrugs, and then kicks him hard in the gut! He goes for it again, but Danielson catches his leg and hooks him into a roll-up!
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LA Knight kicks out. Knight scrambles back to his feet, but Danielson is on him with a headlock takeover. Knight powers up, getting to his feet as Danielson still has the headlock latched on. Knight hits an atomic drop that forces Danielson to let go, before taking the dragon off his feet with a shoulder tackle. He yells out “YEAH!” as the crowd unites behind him.
Danielson kips up and catches Knight with a stiff forearm. Knight eats it, but retaliates with a forearm of his own. Danielson ducks it before launching into the yes-kick sequence, as the crowd fires up behind him. Just as he’s getting going, Knight catches the leg and slams it down onto the mat with authority!
Arn Anderson: A smart counter by LA Knight.
Kevin Kelly: Yeah?
Arn Anderson: Oh, will you stop it! If Knight takes away Danielson’s legs from the equation, he removes half his arsenal.
Danielson shakes it off and hits the ropes. He fires back with a dropkick that sends Knight to the outside. Danielson flies through the ropes and catches him with a tornado DDT, drilling Knight’s head on the floor. However, he also is hurt as he crashes hard on his side.
Kevin Kelly: Danielson’s landing wasn’t pretty, and perhaps he did more damage to himself than Knight.
Knight is first back to his feet, grabbing Danielson by his arm and slamming it repeatedly into the announce table! The crowd isn’t sure what to make of Knight’s intensity, but Anderson defends his tactics, stating he’s on the run he’s waited his whole career for, and picking Danielson apart limb by limb may be his only way out of this match with the title.
As they get back into the ring, Knight continues to target Danielson’s arm, wrenching it, dropping an elbow on it, and driving his knee into it.
Arn Anderson: Knight is grinding the Dragon down, limb by limb! It’s not pretty, but it’s effective.
Danielson finally finds a gap, ducking a lariat, rebounding with a forearm smash! He connects full force with the same arm Knight had been working, as he is unable to capitalize on the momentum as he attempts to shake it off. Knight uses the opportunity to hit a back body drop, before locking on an armbar in the center of the ring.
Kevin Kelly: If you told me that LA Knight would be the one using a submission hold on Danielson, I’d have laughed in your face.
Bryan attempts to make it to the ropes, but LA Knight is bigger and stronger. When it becomes clear he’s not going to escape via rope break, Danielson uses his momentum to twist the hold into a roll-up, forcing Knight to let go after his kickout.
Back to their feet, Danielson unloads on Knight with palm strikes, followed by a German suplex. He bridges it into a cover…
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2…
Knight kicks out, and Danielson immediately responds with another, before trying the pin attempt again. It yields the same results.
Danielson goes for a third, but LA Knight fires back with elbows to his face, before pulling deep into his bag of tricks, hitting a Tiger Suplex for a cover of his own!
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2…
Danielson kicks out!
They battle to the corner, both men ascending the ropes. Bryan hits a headbutt, sending Knight flying off the top. He launches towards Knight, connecting with a sunset flip into a powerbomb! The crowd is on their feet!
Bryan runs corner to corner, hitting an explosive running dropkick! Knight gets back to his feet, only to eat another one! Again, Knight staggers up, Danielson goes for the third, but Knight counters with an explosive lariat and both men are down!
Arn Anderson: You can feel the urgency, Kevin! Both men are digging deep!
Back to their feet, Knight goes for the BFT! Danielson counters with a kick to the head!
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2…
Knight gets his shoulder up!
The crowd erupts into the YES chant as Danielson goes to the top. Flying headbutt! Knight gets the knees up at the last moment!
Knight goes for a crossface like hold, returning back to that weakened arm. Danielson rolls through and locks on the LaBell Lock! Panic washes over Knight’s face as he screams in agony. He barely manages to reach the ropes.
Kevin Kelly: That was close, Arn. I thought LA Knight was about to tap out on live television!
Danielson lets go, and as Knight gets to his feet he connects with the missile dropkick! He kips up, and unloads with chest kicks, followed by a roundhouse to the head!
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2…
Knight kicks out again!
Danielson sizes up for the Busaiku Knee. He charges, but Knight counters it into a pop-up spinebuster!
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2.999!
Danielson kicks out!
Knight calls for the BFT to a mixed crowd that started solidly in his corner. Danielson covers with an inside cradle, netting another nearfall. Knight explodes, catching him with a leaping neckbreaker!
They get to their feet, exchange blows, and Knight whips Danielson into the ropes. He fires back with a Busaiku Knee that nearly takes Knight’s head off! He covers!
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2.9999!
Kevin Kelly: My God, what’s it going to take?!
Danielson sizes him up, looking for the knee once more! Knight telegraphs it, Danielson returns to his feet only to eat the Blunt Force Trauma out of nowhere!
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2…
3!!!
Winner: LA Knight
Match Time: 25:58
Kevin Kelly: What a war!
Arn Anderson: That man earned every bit of that win. Bryan Danielson is a legend, and LA Knight just beat him straight up in the middle of the ring. You want legitimacy? That was it.
As LA Knight stands, out of breath, holding the TV title, Danielson gets to his feet. He finally accepts the handshake from earlier in the match as Anderson laments the show of respect, especially now that Knight has earned it. Kevin Kelly says it’s been a helluva night, and we’ll be back next week!
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION – JUNE 13, 2025:
Rain pelts the cracked windows of a decrepit room that could be anywhere. An abandoned office? A gutted production studio? The only light in the room comes from the glow of a dusty old television screen, attached to a VCR that hums and whirs like it’s waking from a coma.
In the middle of the floor, Sami Zayn sits, his eyes wild and his movements jittery. His face is drawn, sleepless, as he twitches with anticipation and dread.
He clutches the VHS tape that the Harlem Turtles gave him Memorial Day weekend after setting him free in the middle of nowhere.
His fingers hesitate over the VCR slot before he finally jams the tape in. The machine groans, as the screen comes to life with a blue screen. Then static.
The footage is black and white, and grainy. The tracking makes it hard to distinguish what it is immediately, as the camera slowly pushes in on a stage full of industry dignitaries.
To the right side of that stage, Benny Mouse stands, Danhausen at his side.
Benny Mouse: [on the TV screen] This is not a new beginning. This is not a celebration of growth or what’s next. This is the continuation of a process I began nearly three decades ago.
Sami leans forward, confused. He knows that Benny announced he would address the world at the Draft, but it…. it hasn’t happened yet.
Benny Mouse: [on the TV screen] Some of you thought I wouldn’t make it back to this stage. Some of you hoped I wouldn’t. But I’ve outlived your expectations. Outmaneuvered fate.
Sami hits the side of the TV, hoping that the image will clear up, and that the whole situation will start to make more sense.
Sami whispers to himself, barely audible.
Sami Zayn: What the fuck?
Benny Mouse: [on the TV screen] I’ve heard the whispers behind the curtain—that Benny Mouse has wandered off into memory… News of my demise… greatly exaggerated. Again. And again. And again.
Sami’s eyes dart. His breathing quickens. This shouldn’t be possible. This speech hasn’t been filmed yet. Hasn’t been said yet. And yet…
The power in the room flickers. Sami jumps. A sharp, high-pitched tone bleeds into the audio. The screen distorts, like it’s struggling against the laws of time and nature.
Benny Mouse: [on the TV screen, voice sounding unnatural] If you come at the king, you best not miss!
The tape abruptly cuts to static. Then black. The VCR ejects the tape on its own. Sami sits still, staring at the dead screen.
His manic energy is gone, and is replaced by something worse… clarity. The realization that whatever grip he thought he had on the situation is gone. He pushes the tape back in and tries to rewind it, but when he hits play once more, nothing happens.
The camera lingers on Sami’s face, as he looks to the door as if he’s expecting something, anything to explain what he just witnessed. Nothing comes.
The scene cuts to black and the show goes off the air.
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