Live from Daytona Stadium | Daytona Beach, FL | Crowd Size: 10,304
SEGMENT ONE
Outside of Daytona Stadium, the camera catches a black SUV pulling into the parking lot. As the door opens, Jade Cargill steps out in a sleek emerald green outfit, sunglasses on her face. A crowd of fans have gathered outside of the arena, hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite stars as they arrive for the show.
As Jade walks towards the entrance, rolling her luggage behind her, the crowd roars. Just as she’s about to step into the building, four figures block her path. BWM Inc. Founder Benny Mouse, Danhausen, and the towering yet silent Harlem Turtles, block Jade’s path.
Jade Cargill: [removing her sunglasses, scanning the group] Can I help you?
Benny Mouse: [calm. soft, unsettlingly measured] Miss Cargill… I’ve been expecting you.
Jade Cargill: [eyebrows raised, cautious but composed] Expecting me? Well, here I am.
Jade takes a step forward towards the entrance, but Stevie R subtly shifts his massive frame, blocking her path. Benny’s smile widens faintly.
Benny Mouse: [voice lowering] Not so fast…
Benny steps in closer to Jade. He places a hand on Jade’s wrist, and she glances down at it before locking eyes with her new boss.
Benny Mouse: Do you remember what I told the world a month?
Jade Cargill: I know you weren’t happy about how things played out over the summer.
Benny Mouse: [grinning wider, more unsettling] Actions have consequences, Miss Cargill. Your friends in ULW thought they were clever, pulling one over one me with their little trade scheme after WOW Week.
Jade Cargill: [frowning, but defiant] Look man, I just go where I’m told. I had nothing to do without whatever backroom deal ULW and WWE tried to pull. I have no interest in being part of your little power games…
Benny Mouse: [shaking his head] The time for explanations has passed, Jade.
He leans in slightly, his voice dropping low enough that only Jade and the camera can head.
Benny Mouse: If you think you’re walking into my company and marching straight toward the Knockouts Championship after the shit you all pulled, you’re just as delusional as my brother Lenny…
Jade tightens her grip on her luggage.
Jade Cargill: Look, I’m not here to play politics. I’m here to compete. To win. To dominate. That’s my job. Are you going to let me do it, or not?
Benny takes a half step back, his eyes never leaving hers.
Benny Mouse: Everything in life has a cost, Jade. Every alliance has a consequence. Remember that. Welcome to All Elite Wrestling, we’re glad you’re here. But you’re going to start from the bottom.
Benny turns away, motioning for the Harlem Turtles to follow. They finally step aside, as Benny enters the building. Danhausen lingers, tilting his head at Jade like a crow sizing up its prey.
Danhausen: There are forces moving here that you don’t yet see… choices you haven’t yet been asked to make. But the time is coming, and when it does, you’ll have a choice to make. Tread carefully, Miss Cargill.
Danhausen finally steps back and follows Benny and the Turtles into the shadows. Jade remains frozen for a moment, her jaw tight, her confidence visibly shaken despite her best efforts to mask it. After a beat, she exhales sharply, adjusts her sunglasses, and walks inside the arena without a word.
As the opening video concludes and the pyro explodes, the camera sweeps across the sold out crowd in Daytona Beach, as the fans are on their feet, ready for a great night of action.
Kevin Kelly: We are live this Labor Day from a beyond sold out crowd from Daytona Stadium, fresh off the heels of the biggest show of the summer! Welcome back to AEW Dynamite, I’m Kevin Kelly alongside my broadcast partner, the legendary Arn Anderson!
Arn Anderson: It’s great to be back, Kevin, and what a night of action we have in store for us this holiday evening. Aftershock 2 and the Summer of 2025 are in the books, and we’re marching towards fall with all the fallout from the biggest show of the season!
“Humble” hits, and the roaring crowd turns to boos as the Maverick Logan Paul emerges from the tunnel, dressed in an expensive designer jacket, a bottle of PRIME in hand. He walks to the ring with swagger, smirking at the jeering crowd.
The camera pans towards the ring, which is decorated for the live episode of “Impaulsive! with Logan Paul.” There’s a PRIME Energy cooler, a neon Impaulsive sign, and two leather chairs set up under spotlights. Logan steps into the ring, soaking in the hate before slowly raising the microphone. He waits. The boos grow louder. He smiles wider.
Logan Paul: [pausing, nodding, letting the heat build] Daytona, Florida…
The crowd again erupts in boos, as Logan chuckles and shakes his head.
Logan Paul: Man, y’all sound like a bunch of jealous exes…
He removes his sunglasses, and paces the ring.
Logan Paul: Last spring, I stood in this very ring and told the world that the 7th Era of professional wrestling would be known as the Prime Era. And I meant it, because this is STILL my era!
Logan takes a seat on one of the Impaulsive chairs, leans back, and stretches his legs out, completely relaxed despite the sea of hostility around him.
Logan Paul: You haters could use a little reminder… every single industry I’ve touched? I’ve soared to the top of the mountain. A billion views on YouTube? Check! Podcasting? Impaulsive is a global phenomenon! Energy drinks? Shit, PRIME has outsold Gatorade three quarters in a row! You people can boo all you want, but facts don’t care about your feelings. And the fact is, wherever I go, I’m number one!
Logan leans forward, his voice lowering slightly.
Logan Paul: Pro wrestling has been the same story. I’m the former AEW World Heavyweight Champion! I arrived in this company on New Years Day in 2024, and within just over a year and a half, I won the top prize in this industry!
Logan Paul: Over the summer, I was at home, heeling up, letting my knee get right. But I watched, and I listened. And I kept hearing one name… one delusional guy running around this company, calling himself… [he speaks mockingly, overemphasizing the syllables] ‘The Megastar.’
The crowd pops for the reference to LA Knight, but Logan smirks, shaking his head.
Logan Paul: L… A… Knight. A 40 year old man with a catch phrase, and not much else. I watched as this company picked him number one in the draft… draped him with gold, and strapped a rocket to his back. Ya know, maybe there’s a reason he was stuck in mid-card hell in ULW… with LA Knight as the focus of this company, AEW’s lost more ratings battles in six weeks than it has in three years!
Logan leans over the ropes, pointing into the camera lens.
Logan Paul: While you’ve all been playing singalong with a pretender, the so-called pundits out there are wondering, “Why’s Logan going for a mid-card belt?”
He scoffs, shaking his head.
Logan Paul: Well, here’s a newsflash. The AEW Television Championship is only as prestigious as the guy holding it… and while this isn’t really about the belt for me, I’d be happy to elevate it just like everything else I touch. This is about putting LA Knight back in his place, and proving once and for all that there’s only ONE man in this industry who’s ACTUALLY a global megastar… me, Logan Paul!
“LA KNIGHT!”
The roof nearly blows off the stadium as LA Knight’s music hits! Logan freezes, as he stares at the entrance ramp. LA Knight steps out through the tunnel, a microphone already in hand.
Knight slowly makes his way down the ramp, glaring at Logan, while the crowd keeps chanting “YEAH!” He climbs into the ring without hesitation, standing just a few feet from Logan.
LA Knight: I’m sorry to interrupt your little TED Talk, but I’ll be honest, Daytona… I was sittin’ back there, watchin’ him talk, and I started thinkin’, “If I don’t come out here right now, this man’s gonna drone on all night.” And if that happens? These fine folks are gonna walk back to their cars unsatisfied, kinda like every woman who’s ever had the misfortune of sharing Logan’s bed.
The crowd explodes in laughter and cheers, as Logan clenches his jaw.
LA Knight: [pacing, animated, feeding off the crowd] You walk out here, you set up your neon signs, you toss around your little catchphrases, talkin’ about PRIME this and PRIME that… like anybody gives a damn about your energy drink. YEAH. You want to come back, target me, and my championship? Buddy, I got no problem havin’ a target on my back. Comes with the territory when you’re at the top of the mountain, YEAH!
Logan Paul: That’s funny, keep runnin’ your mouth. You’re out here acting like you’re some sort of box office smash, but really, you’re just one of those straight to DVD movies your grandma buys by mistake. You think that title makes you THE guy? Nah, buddy, it makes you the warm-up act for me.
Logan smirks and points up, as a drone camera hovers above the Impaulsive! set.
Logan Paul: Look up there. That’s 4K, baby! My followers are watching this live, right now, and guess what? They don’t care about LA Knight.
LA Knight: I’m gonna need you to take your little TikTok camera, your overpriced energy drink, and your 14-year-old fan club… and shove ‘em all straight up your ass, YEAH! You show up, you grab your little social media clips, and then you dip out ‘til your next payday. Me? I live here. This is my house. This ring? My platform. That AEW Television Championship? My proof. While you were gone, I’ve been here defendin’ this title, provin’ night after night why there ain’t a soul walkin’ this earth who can out-talk me, out-wrestle me, or outshine me.
Knight gets right in Logan’s face, pointing at the belt.
LA Knight: You wanna shot at this? You wanna test yourself against the megastar? Well, congratulations, dummy — you just talked your way into a fight. But here’s a little spoiler alert for your vlog, Logan: when the dust settles, there’s only one man standin’, one man trendin’, and one man walkin’ out still holdin’ gold… L! A! Knight. YEAH!
Logan drops the mic with a sharp thud, backing out of the ring slowly, never breaking eye contact with Knight. LA Knight leans on the ropes, as commentary discusses what we’ve just seen. Arn Anderson notes that Logan Paul may regret starting this war with LA Knight as the scene fades out.
The scene opens in silence, as we fade in on the charred remains of Brandon Lee and Sean Olson’s childhood home. Nothing remains but blackened beams, and a gust of wind lifts the ashes, as they slowly drift through the air like snow.
The camera tracks slowly through the ruins, locating one family photo, scorched and half buried in the ruble. Finally, we see Sean Olson kneeling in the center of what used to be the living room, his boots covered in soot.
Sean Olson: [quietly, almost to himself] I told him this was where it would end. But he didn’t listen… Brandon needed his moment, and I needed my closure.
There’s a quick, disjointed cut to the Last Man Standing match, with Olson handcuffing Lee to the stage, screaming that “This ends now!” Lee defiantly screams back, “Do it, motherfucker.”
Sean Olson: Every time I knocked him down, he got back up. Until he didn’t. I promised him I’d finish this, and we’d get closure. I kept that promise.
The scene cuts to another disjointed shot, as Olson takes a deep breath and charges, hitting Lee with a running knee to the face. Lee’s head snaps back violently, and he slumps, his wrists still affixed to the stage. The referee has no choice to start the count, as the crowd boos.
Sean Olson: Ten seconds. That’s all it took to erase twenty years.
The camera cuts to Olson crouching, picking up the blackened family photo. Two brothers, arms around each other, smiling. He brushes off the ash and stares at it for a moment, before dropping it back to the rubble.
Sean Olson: This isn’t a victory lap. This… is the price I had to pay.
A gust of wind scatters the ashes across the floor as Sean straightens, his silhouette framed against a burned-out doorway His tone changes, steadier, colder. His eyes meet the camera for the first time.
Sean Olson: Brandon Lee is gone, and the chapter’s over. No more ghosts of our past, no more shadows. I walk forward… alone.
There is a long beat of silence. The camera slowly pushes closer. Sean takes a deep breath, almost smirking — but it’s not joy. It’s acceptance.
Sean Olson: But when you burn it all down… when you spill your own blood to make the fire stop… people don’t forgive you… they name you. And this name, I’ll wear proudly.
The camera snaps to black. A violent audio glitch rattles the speakers, and then blood-red letters crawl slowly onto the screen, jagged and uneven — like they were carved into the frame itself.
“THE KINSLAYER” SEAN OLSON
The hum fades into silence. Ash drifts on screen one last time before dissolving completely.
Match #1 | Exhibition Match
Nia Jax vs. ‘The Problem’ Zoey Stark
As the introductions are made, Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly discuss Zoey Stark’s recent debut, and her targeting the Knockouts Hardcore Champion, Bianca Belair.
Arn Anderson: ‘The Problem’ Zoey Stark is set to make her Dynamite singles debut, and you’ve got to believe this young woman has a target on her back after laying out Bianca Belair. You don’t get to poke the Knockouts Hardcore Champion and NOT have the entire locker room watching to see what happens next.
Kevin Kelly: Stark knows exactly what she’s walking into here. Nia has the size advantage, the power advantage, and is the former Knockouts Hardcore Champion. She was the first woman to wear the belt, and Stark is going to need to capitalize on her speed and precision to survive.
The bell sounds and the two step toward one another, talking a little trash. Nia smirks, while Zoey wastes no time unloading stiff right hands. Nia fires back with a slap that causes Zoey to stumble.
She charges at her with a clothesline, but Stark ducks, and shoots in with a quick double-leg takedown, as both women tumble to the mat. They roll around, throwing rapid fire punches, neither willing to give an inch.
Kevin Kelly: Zoey Stark is showing no fear here, Arn! She went straight at Nia Jax!
Arn Anderson: That could be a problem, Kevin. When you poke a bear, you can’t be shocked when it tries to maul you!
Knockouts Official Kenzie separates them briefly, but Stark rushes back in. Nia misses a wild right, as Stark answers back with a forearm, followed by another, and then a low kick to the thigh.
Nia lunges once more, but Stark again sidesteps her. She fires off a dropkick that sends Jax spilling through the ropes and out of the ring. The crowd comes alive as Zoey sizes her up, sprints to the ropes, rebounds, and launches herself with a triangle dive over the top!
She crashes into Nia, sending both women sprawling into the barricade!
Arn Anderson: That’s what I’m talkin’ about! If you wanna beat the powerhouse, you’ve gotta wrestle like your life depends on it!
Stark grabs a fist full of hair and sends Nia back into the ring. She hits the ropes, springboards, and nails a springboard missile dropkick straight to Nia’s chest. She hooks the leg!
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Jax kicks out with authority, sending Stark halfway across the ring. Stark charges as Nia returns to her feet, but Jax answers with a brutal headbutt.
Zoey crumbles to her knee, and Nia connects with a running boot. Zoey’s head snaps hard against the mat. Nia lifts her for a suplex, but Stark hooks her leg to block it. She responds with a swinging DDT that plants Jax’s head into the center of the ring!
Zoey immediately follows it up, launching with a slingshot corkscrew senton as she hooks the leg!
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Jax kicks out!
Nia rolls to the outside, trying to recover. Stark is relentess, delivering a stiff kick from the apron. She sizes her up once more and dives, but Nia catches her! Without hesitation, she drops her hard on the apron with a modified world’s strongest slam.
Kevin Kelly: Good lord, that could’ve shattered Zoey’s spine!
Nia grabs her by the hair before launching her shoulder-frst into the steel ring post. Kenzie struggles to get control before Jax finally sends her back into the ring.
Jax mounts Stark, raining down heavy forearms. She pauses briefly and shouts that Stark doesn’t belong in her ring. She lifts Zoey up, and hits her with the pop up Samoan drop! She covers…
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Now it’s Zoey who kicks out! Frustrated, Nia lifts her up by her jaw, before locking on a full nelson. Zoey responds with some elbows to her gut, creating some separation.
Zoey tries to go upstairs, but Jax meets her in the corner and both women climb the ropes. They trade stiff shots as the crowd roars.
Suddenly, Nia hooks her for a hip toss off the ropes… but Stark twists mid-air, landing on her feet! Nia jumps with a double axe handle, but Stark catches her with a superkick to the face!
She follows it up with a running knee, connecting with Jax’s jaw. She gets behind her and the crowd gasps as she locks on a German suplex, sending the much larger woman flying across the ring! She covers!
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Thre—
Nia kicks outs!
Zoey doesn’t waste any time, and she rushes back to her, lifting her for the Z-360! The crowd is stunned by Stark’s strength has she connects! She covers Jax once more…
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3!!!
Winner: ‘The Problem’ Zoey Stark
Match Time: 9:33
Kevin Kelly: In what is perhaps the most crowded Knockouts roster of all time, Zoey Stark just proved she’s going to be a Problem for the division!
SEGMENT TWO
Backstage, MVP is standing in the hallway with a clipboard in hand. He looks deep in thought as a few crew members pass by. MJF strolls up, his signature scarf around his neck, as he stops near MVP.
MJF: MVP. Just the man I wanted to see.
MVP: [straightening up, polite but cautious] MJF. What’s on your mind?
MJF: [leaning in, voice low and conspiratorial] Let’s not beat around the bush. I help up my end of the bargain at Aftershock 2. Lashley’s Randy Orton problem? Handled.
MVP: [nodding] You did what you promised you’d do.
MJF leans in closer, his eyes darting around like he’s paranoid somebody’s listening.
MJF: Exactly. And that’s why we’re here. You and me, MVP. When Lashley eventually — and I mean eventually — loses that title, I want the Hurt Syndicate at my disposal. Every distraction, every advantage, every bit of assistance you can throw my way. I don’t want to have to risk a fair fight. I’m done with those, I just want my belt back.
MVP: Lashley’s champion for a reason. He’s strong, smart, and he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. But… you’ve kept your end, and I respect that. If you’re willing to be patient… the Hurt Syndicate will keep their word.
MJF: [grinning] Patient? Oh, I’m patient, MVP. But I like my assurances clear. I don’t do well with surprises. You remember what happened last time someone tried to double-cross me, right? I don’t forget, and I certainly don’t forgive.
MVP smiles faintly.
MVP: Understood. You’ll have your opportunity when the time comes.
MJF smirks, adjusting his scarf, as he saunters off down the hallway. MVP watches him go, expression calm but calculating, hands tightening on his clipboard.
Backstage in a dim corridor, Shocker paces, fists clenched, and his eyes sharp. There’s a faint glow from a flickering light that catches Danhausen approaching, moving slowly and deliberately as he corners Shocker.
Shocker: [snapping, fists raised] Don’t even think about it. You come one step closer, and I’m putting you down right here!
Danhausen doesn’t stop, and takes a few more steps. HIs smile is uncomfortably wide as he puts his hands up slowly.
Danhausen: Stop, stop, stop… Shocker. I am not here for a fight. Not this night, not this hour.
Shocker: I don’t trust a damn word you say… after what you had the Harlem Turtles do to my brother, why the hell would I?
Danhausen: Ah, yes. Splinter. He needed to be put in his place… but you? You have done nothing… nothing at all wrong, Shocker.
Shocker: [still skeptical, still tense] Then why are you here? Some more tricks, some more games?
Danhausen: No, no, no… nothing of the sort. Benny Mouse… he wishes to name you… Director of Operations… until Splinter recovers.
Shocker: That’s… a joke, right? You expect me to believe that after everything?
Danhausen leans in, his tone dropping, becoming more threatening.
Danhausen: Consider it… a peace offering. A token, Shocker.
Shocker: I will never forgive you for what you did to Splinter. Never.
Danhausen looks unfazed.
Danhausen: Forgiveness is a virture, they say. I’m offering you something… a power you’ve never held before. A chance to command while your brother heals.
Shocker: I don’t want it. I don’t need it. And I sure as hell don’t trust you.
Danhausen: You’ve mistaken me. This is not up for debate. Accept or decline, the gift will remain.
Danhausen turns and walks away down the hallway, his eerie laughter fading as Shocker stands frozen, fists still clenched, the weight of the offer sinking in. The corridor feels colder now, shadows stretching longer
In the restroom, Hulk Hogan stands in front of a mirror, flexing his biceps dramatically, taking to himself. Matt Riddle enters the bathroom, looking serious.
Hulk Hogan: [pointing to his bicep] Brother! Feel these guns! You can’t deny the power, dude!
Matt Riddle: Yo Hulk, I need you to get really serious for a second.
Hogan stops mid pose and tilts his head, his eyes catching Riddle’s in the mirror.
Hulk Hogan: Whoa, whoa, whoa… what’s the matter, man? You look all tense, bro. Did you lose your yoga mat or something?
Matt Riddle: I think I might be onto something about the attack on Young Crock. But I need to be sure before I start pointing fingers.
Hulk Hogan grins, before he starts flexing agan.
Hulk Hogan: That’s great news, dude! That’s the kind of detective work that makes Hulkamania proud, brother!
Matt Riddle: [frustrated] No, Hulk, you don’t get it… If I’m right, this is going to cause problems. Big problems.
Hogan finally turns from the mirror, looking at Riddle. He whispers conspiratorially, while still puffing up his chest.
Hulk Hogan: I understand. Listen Jack, you gotta follow your gut. Always trust the gut, brother. The gut doesn’t lie.
Matt Riddle: [sighs] Yeah, well… my gut’s saying this is gonna get real messy…
Riddle shakes his head, muttering under his breath, while Hogan continues flexing, spinning in circles, and striking poses in the mirror.
A brief teaser plays, promising that All Elite Wrestling is going to deliver back to back to back big shows this fall. First is Dynamite 60: Fall Brawl on Sept. 29, followed by AEW’s next PPV offering, All Out on Oct. 5, before everything culminates in the fall finale at Sympathy for the Devil on Monday, Oct. 27!
Match # 2 | AEW World Tag Team Championship
‘The Attraction’ Teo & Attitude (C) vs. The Briscoe Brothers (Jay & Mark)
As the introductions are made, Arn Anderson notes that we’ve been waiting patiently for the debut of the Briscoe Brothers, who have fought and clawed their way to the main stage after dominating the independent tag team scene for years. Kelly notes that the Briscoes have targeted Teo and Attitude, getting under the champions’ skin without ever having to lay hands on them. Tonight, we’ll see if the mind games will pay off.
As the bell sounds, Mark Briscoe starts things off with Teo. The two come face to face, and Mark smiles a toothless grin before slapping Teo! Teo responds with a poke to the eyes! Mark shrugs it off and sends Teo into the corner, before booting him the face!
Mark makes a quick tag to Jay, and they keep Teo isolated in their corner. They hit a double team combo, a big boot into a flatliner. Attitude tries to get in the ring to help Teo, but referee Lance Storm keeps him on the apron.
Teo finally catches a break and hits Jay with a spinning wheel kick, followed by a snap suplex. Now it’s Teo isolating Jay, keeping him from his corner. He makes the tag to Attitude, and they hit a doubleteam superkick. Attitude lifts Jay onto his shoulders and Teo launches from the top rope with a Doomsday Device.
Kevin Kelly: Teo and Attitude are showcasing their incredible chemistry, but the Briscoes are tough as nails, Arn. It’s going to take more than chemistry to put down these young, hungry brothers.
Attitude tags Teo back in, and he ties Jay up in the corner for a Tree of Woe. He shocks the crowd as he follows it up with a neckbreaker from the corner, dropping Jay on his head hard!
Teo goes for the cover, but Mark is in from out of nowhere, nailing a corkscrew splash to Teo to break up the pin at two!
Storm clears Mark from the ring, and Jay locks on a the octopus stretch. Teo fights out of it with a hiptoss, followed by the enziguiri. Teo follows it up with a bridging German into a pin!
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Jay kicks out!
Jay dives to his corner as he makes the hot tag to Mark. Mark comes in on fire, taking Teo down and hitting a dropkick to Attitude, knocking him from the apron. He stuns the crowd as he hits a double jump moonsault press into the cover!
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Teo kicks out.
Teo tries to find Attitude at his corner, but Attitude is still recovering on the floor. Mark follows it up with the poisonrana, spiking Teo’s head on the mat.
As Teo lays in the middle of the ring, Mark goes to the top rope. He flies off with the Mark Star Press (a variation of the Shooting Star Press). However, Teo rolls out of the way, and Mark crashes hard into the mat!
Teo hits an inverted pile driver before finally making the tag to Attitude! Just as he does, Jay flies into the ring with a leg drop clothesline, connecting right to Teo’s throat!
All four men brawl in the ring, as the referee struggles to keep control.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Young Bucks ambush the ring! They unload on both teams with superkicks, dives, and aerial assaults! The attack leaves Teo, Attitude, Jay, and Mark scattered across the ring.
Referees rush to the ring and try to restore order, but the Bucks are relentless!
Kevin Kelly: What the hell is happening? The Young Bucks just wrecked everyone!
Arn Anderson: It’s total anarchy in the ring, Kevin! And this one is going to unfortunately end in a disqualification!
Kevin Kelly: For months, the Young Bucks have been occupied with the enemies of Hangman Adam Page. But now that Omega betrayed Ospreay and Danielson, the Bucks have evidently turned their eyes to the tag team titles!
The bell rings, as the crowd is unhappy with the result. The Bucks pose, as the audience showers them with boos.
Jane Mouse: Due to the interferences, this match has been ruled a No Contest!
Kevin Kelly: We didn’t get the result we wanted tonight, but the Young Bucks have made a statement. They’ve put the division on notice here tonight on Dynamite!
The camera pans over the ring, four exhausted wrestlers recovering as The Young Bucks stand tall, taunting and pointing at the AEW World Tag Team belts as the show comes to a close. Anderson says next week, we’ll hear from the Knockouts Champion, Timeless Toni Storm, as well as from the man who has started a war with the Dual Dominion Champion Cody Rhodes, Matt Cardona!
World Of Wrestling: Murrey Universe 