Live from Coleman Coliseum | Tuscaloosa, AL | Crowd Size: 15,200
SEGMENT ONE
The moment Dynamite comes on the air, Hangman Adam Page’s music hits, as the cowboy walks through the tunnel, accompanied by Matt and Nick Jackson, the Young Bucks, and Kenny Omega. The capacity crowd from the University of Alabama immediately showers all four men in boos, as Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly welcome us to the show.
As the four men enter the ring, Matt Jackson reaches for a microphone, which ring announcer Jane Mouse immediately hands to him. He waits a second for the boos to subside, as he begins to speak.
Matt Jackson: Last week, we made our intentions real clear. This company can’t move forward until we fix what’s wrong with the tag division. But before we get there, let’s not forget about what our guy did at Aftershock 2. Kenny Omega… the man of the hour… put down Will Ospreay, and slayed the American Dragon, Bryan Danielson! And now that those little distractions are out of the way, we’re right back on track.
Matt smirks, as he hands the microphone to his brother Nick.
Nick Jackson: Last week, we put the Attraction and the Briscoes on notice. And honestly? Let’s call it what it is… as far as we’re concerend, there are no tag champions right now. None. Just a couple of washed-up pretenders in Teo and Attitude, carrying belts that don’t belong to them. Placeholders. Temporary landlords waiting for the real owners to collect.
Nick smirks and lowers the mic, motioning to Omega. Kenny takes the microphone, looking out into the crowd, soaking in the boos.
Kenny Omega: You know, I’ve spent the better part of two years trying to please you people. Every night, pouring my body out in this ring, doing everything I could to win your cheers. And that even included trying to pull Hangman back from the so-called ‘dark side.’ Trying to save him. Trying to make him what you wanted him to be.
Omega shakes his head, as if he’s disappointed in his own actions from the past two years.
Kenny Omega: But do you know what that got me? Nothing. Lost years. Time that should have been spent headlining shows, breaking records, putting my name on top where it belongs… instead wasted playing second fiddle to guys like Bryan Danielson and Will Ospreay. Guys who were handed spotlights that should’ve been mine!
Kenny Omega: And the longer this went on, the more I realized something… Hangman was the only guy in this place getting anywhere. And you want to know why? Because there’s only one way to get ahead in this business. It isn’t by catering to you fans. It isn’t by being polite, or honorable, or shaking hands after the bell…
The boos ramp up, but Omega presses on, unbothered.
Kenny Omega: It’s by taking what you want. Period. Look at the men carrying world titles in this industry… Bobby Lashley… The Rock… Chris Jericho… None of them got to the top by playing it nice. They saw what they wanted, and they took it. And that’s a lesson I finally learned… from Adam Page.
Omega lowers the mic for a moment, glancing at Hangman, who smirks back knowingly. Page steps forward, adjusting his belt buckle before taking the microphone from Omega.
Hangman Adam Page: Kenny… I’m glad you finally found your way. Took you long enough, but you finally see it for what it is. Now, we can get back to what we should’ve been all along—a brotherhood. Not divided by these people out here… not distracted by their cheers or their boos. Just us, focused on what we came here to do, and that’s rule this industry!
Hangman Adam Page: The suspensions are over. The distractions are gone. And now, all four of us have our eyes locked on gold. The Young Bucks are the uncrowned tag team champions. Kenny Omega has his pick of the litter, with the AEW Television Championship or the AEW/WWE Dual Dominion Championship… and then that brings us to me. It’s time I have myself a date. A date with Bobby Lashley. Because that Almighty bastard’s walking around with something he stole from me on Dynamite 50! He’s holding my AEW World Heavyweight Championship!
Before Hangman can continue, “Kingdom” hits, and the arena explodes. Cody Rhodes walks out, suited, microphone in hand, soaking in the deafening “Cody! Cody!” chants. He makes his way to the ramp and begins to speak without stepping into the ring.
Cody Rhodes: Now hold on just a second, Hangman. You want to talk about who deserves Lashley? You want to talk about dates with destiny? Let’s not forget about what happened on the final episode of Dynamite before Aftershock 2. I pinned the number one contender, Randy Orton, right in the middle of this ring… So if we’re talking about title shots… if we’re talking about who’s next in line for Bobby Lashley and the AEW World Championship… then as far as I see it? That puts me at the very front of the line!
Before Hangman can fire back at Cody, the lights in the arena dim slightly. The tron flickers to life, and Matt Cardona appears on the big screen, leaning smugly against a locker room wall. The crowd reacts with their loudest boos yet.
Matt Cardona: Sorry to interrupt whatever this is, but Cody… you’ve clearly forgotten about me. You’re out here talking about Bobby Lashley, world titles, and being ‘first in line,’ but last I checked, we’ve got unfinished business.
Cody locks eyes with Cardona on the tron, as he tightens his grip on the Dual Dominion Championship.
Matt Cardona: That belt should be mine… no, scratch that, that belt WILL be mine. Because that’s not just a belt—it’s my ticket. My ticket to the WWE. My ticket to main events. My ticket to The Rock himself. And until you and I settle this, Cody, you don’t get to move on. You don’t get to play number one contender.
The crowd boos louder as Cody paces on the ramp, smirking before lifting his microphone back up.
Cody Rhodes: Matt, you should know me better than that. I can walk and chew gum at the same time. You think I’ve forgotten about you? About that big mouth of yours? Name the time, name the place!
Before Cardona can fire back on the tron, the arena is hit with a different theme, one the crowd isn’t expecting. The Acting Director of Operations, Shocker, steps out onto the stage, microphone in hand.
Shocker: Alright, alright, enough of this. I don’t know how long I’m going to be in this role while my brother Splinter recovers, but I do know this—while I’m here, I’m going to make the most of it. Which means no more talking in circles, no more wasted time. We’re going to do things a little differently around here, and that includes showcasing more of the roster. But before we get to all that, I’ve clearly got a situation to deal with…
Shocker: So here’s what we’re going to do. In three weeks, at Dynamite 60: Fall Brawl, Cody Rhodes, Matt Cardona, you two are going to headline the show. The Dual Dominion Championship on the line! And as for this little pissing contest over Bobby Lashley’s AEW World Heavyweight Championship? We’re going to get some clarity sooner rather than later. Next week, right here on Dynamite, it’s going to be Adam Page versus Cody Rhodes, one on one, and the winner will face Bobby Lashley at All out!
The crowd erupts. Cody looks fired up, pacing on the stage, while Hangman smirks inside the ring, clearly ready for the challenge. Omega and the Bucks clap Page on the back, their allegiance on display.
Shocker exits to his music as the cameras cut between Cody’s intensity on the ramp, Hangman’s smirk in the ring, Cardona’s seething glare on the tron, and the Bucks and Omega hyping Page up as the scene fades.
The screen fades in on a shaky, handheld shot of Paul Heyman backstage. He’s pacing in a hallway, with his phone pressed to his ear.
Paul Heyman: Brandon… it’s Paul. I, uh—I haven’t heard from you since Aftershock, and I’m worried. You’re not answering my calls, not returning my messages. Don’t shut me out now, Brandon, not after everything. Just… call me back…
Heyman lowers his phone, staring at the black screen with a furrowed brow. He slips it back into his pocket, as his head swivels at the sounds of boots on concrete. Emerging from the hallway is The Kinslayer Sean Olson.
Sean Olson: He’s not going to answer, Paul. He’s out of picture now. That chapter is over.
Heyman stiffens, as he finds himself cornered by Olson.
Paul Heyman: [hesitant, voice cracking] Sean… you don’t understand… Brandon’s my client. He’s my responsibility. I just want to know that he’s safe. That he’s—
Olson cuts him off, stepping closer. His voice is a low hiss.
Sean Olson: Safe? There’s no such thing as safe anymore, Paul. Not for Brandon. Not for you. The Forgotten lived up to his name—he disappeared, just like everyone knew he would. And now that he’s gone… it’s my time.
Heyman takes another shaky step back, pressing himself against the wall as Olson closes the distance, eyes locked on him.
Sean Olson: You’ve got a choice to make. You can keep chasing ghosts and leaving voicemails for a man who’s never calling you back… or, you can lend that golden tongue of yours to someone who’s still here. I’ve got another world title run in me, I can feel it clawing to the surface. So, here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to use every ounce of your power and influence to put me where I belong, or you’re going to regret it.
Heyman trembles, swallowing hard. His eyes dart around, as Olson steps so close that their foreheads nearly touch. He whispers.
Sean Olson: I don’t just slay kin, Paul… I slay anyone who stands in my way. Friend. Foe. Advocate. And, if you cross me, you’ll find out exactly what it feels like to be forgotten.
Olson slowly backs into the shadows, his smirk faint but chilling. The camera stays tight on Heyman’s terrified face, sweat dripping down his temple, his lips trembling as the scene fades.
Match #1 | Exhibition Match
Ricochet vs. Brody King
Ricochet is out first, as Arn Anderson notes that he has had two runs here in AEW, but has yet to win a singles match, most recently losing to Swerve Strickland a few weeks back. As Brody King is introduced, Kelly says we’re finally about to see what this monster can do in the ring after he’s stood in the shadows behind Alistair Black since arriving in BWM Inc.
As the bell sounds, Ricochet circles the much larger King, looking for an opening. King stands calm, arms out, daring Ricochet to make contact.
Kevin Kelly: Ricochet hasn’t had the career that he’d hoped for, but each night is a new opportunity for him to prove that he belongs. Unfortunately, he’s got to prove that against the massive Brody King. He knows his only chance is to use that world class speed. He can’t afford to let King get his hands on him.
Arn Anderson: Ricochet’s fighting hard to prove he belongs, and to rebrand himself as a guy you can take seriously.
As King lunges, Ricochet fires off a quick headscissors, sending King stumbling back. He follows it up with a jumping kick to King’s temple. He runs to the corner, springboards off the top rope, but King catches him mid-air with a shoulder block that nearly flips him inside out!
Kevin Kelly: And there’s the danger of a man like Brody King!
King sends Ricochet to the outside with a big boot. He follows him out of the ring, clubbing him with forearms and chest chops. Ricochet tries to fire back, leaping onto the barricade and springboarding into a superkick that staggers King.
Ricochet tries to press the advantage with a dive, but King catches him and powerbombs him onto the apron with a sickening thud, as the fans groan at the impact.
Arn Anderson: Ricochet’s spine might be in two pieces after that one!
King scoops Ricochet back up and rams him into the barricade. He leaves him slumped against it, as he takes a few steps back. He charges him, hitting a running cross body block against the barricade!
King picks Ricochet up and rolls him back inside, as referee Lance Storm takes a few steps back to get out of harms way. King lifts Ricochet into a German suplex, and covers him!
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Ricochet kicks out.
Kevin Kelly: This is big Brody King’s first AEW match. Shocker said while he’s running things, we’re going to see more opportunities for guys like this to shine.
King lifts Ricochet back up and unloads a few more chops, but Ricochet rallies with some kicks to the body, before knocking the big man off his feet with a spinning enziguri. Ricochet springboards from the second rope with a missile dropkick, sending King to the apron.
As King stumbles down to the outside, Ricochet charges. He springboards, and connects with a twisting dive over the top, crashing onto King on the floor! The crowd pops big for the display of athleticism.
Arn Anderson: That’s what Ricochet needs to do if he wants to pick up his first AEW win. He needs to hit King from angles he can’t see coming.
Ricochet rolls King back inside as he goes upstairs once more. He launches and connects with a beautiful 450! He hooks the leg.
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King kicks out! The disbelief on Ricochet’s face is evident, as he watches in fear as King rises back to his feet. He unloads with kicks to the thigh and the chest, but King absorbs them, snarling, before nearly decapitating him with a lariat!
King scoops him up for a vertical suplex, but Ricochet rolls out. He fires off a jumping knee to King’s jaw, rocking him. He tries to hoist the powerhouse up, but he’s too heavy. King shoves Ricochet into the turnbuckle violently.
King charges him, hitting a running cannonball splash in the corner! The crowd is stunned by the big man’s athleticism.
Arn Anderson: That’s a nearly 300 pound man, and he just flipped onto Ricochet like a damn cruiserweight!
Kevin Kelly: If this is what we’ve been missing from Brody King, I’ve gotta say, I’m happy Shocker finally got him into the ring.
Arn Anderson: And of course, we’d be remiss if we didn’t mention King’s connection to Black, and his connection to Brodie Lee. Lee’s weird brand of misfits had a front-row seat for the Harlem Turtles’ destruction of Master Splinter a few weeks back!
King lifts Ricochet up and puts him on the top rope, as he climbs to meet him for a superplex. Ricochet fights back with frantic elbows and punches, dropping King down to the mat. In the scuffle, King pulls off the top turnbuckle pad. Ricochet regains his footing, before nailing a picture-perfect shooting star press!
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King again kicks out! The crowd gasps as King sits up and wraps his hand around Ricochet’s throat.
Arn Anderson: King just no-sold a Shooting Star Press! That’s a monster if I’ve ever seen one!
King lifts him for a chokeslam, but Ricochet scrambles out of it. He scrambles to create some distance, as they work their way back to the corner. King charges, but Ricochet connects with the drop toe hold, sending King’s head into the exposed steel!
There’s a minor cut from King’s right eyebrow from the landing, but he gets back to his feet immediately. Ricochet hits him from behind with a running clothesline to the back of his head.
Ricochet lines up for the Spirit Gun running lariat, but he swings and he misses! King scoops him up and plants him with the All Seeing Eye (a Falcon Arrow variation) into the cover!
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Winner: Brody King
Match Time: 12:07
Arn Anderson: And that’s all she wrote! Big Brody King makes his in-ring debut with a decisive victory, and Ricochet, well, it’s another tough loss for a man still trying to prove he belongs.
SEGMENT TWO
Backstage, AEW Correspondent Renee Young is standing by with the Hurt Syndicate. She stands between the AEW World Heavyweight Champion Bobby Lashley and MVP, as Shelton Benjamin, Max Caster, and Anthony Bowens stand behind them. They’re all dressed in their signature black and gold suits, looking sharp and unified.
Renee Young: I’m here with the AEW World Heavyweight Champion Bobby Lashley and the Hurt Syndicate. MVP, we’re all wondering, what the message is following the opening of the show?
MVP smirks and adjusts his sunglasses.
MVP: The message, Renee, is simple. The Hurt Syndicate is the most dominant force in professional wrestling today. We’re not going to drone on about our “vision” or reaching “the peak.” We’re going to let our fists do the talking.
He gestures behind him, towards Bowens and Caster.
MVP: Max, Anthony… they’re done spitting rhymes. While you’ve got the Young Bucks bickering with the Briscoes and the Attraction, the Acclaimed are here, ready to do what we do best… hurt people. So, let this serve as a notice for the entire AEW tag team division!
Bowens nods, mouthing off-mic “Every. Single. One.”
MVP: And then there’s the Almighty Bobby Lashley, the World Heavyweight Champion. It doesn’t matter if it’s Cody Rhodes or Adam Page at All Out, whoever steps across from him is going to find out what the word domination really means!
Before MVP can continue, MJF strolls into frame, a smug look on his face as he reaches for the microphone from Renee.
MJF: And then, there’s the great white hope of the Hurt Syndicate! The honorary member, if you will! You see, these gentlemen — they’ve got the muscle, the violence, the intimidation. Me? I bring something different. I hurt people mentally, just as bad as these guys do physically.
MJF smirks, tapping his temple.
MJF: That started at Aftershock 2, when I sent Randy Orton back to St. Louis with those voices in his head screaming louder than ever. And you know what my mother used to tell me? She said the most important day of my life would be when I married the love of my life. But now that I’m older, wiser, and a whole lot richer… I realize that dumb bitch never joined the Hurt Syndicate!
The Acclaimed stifle a laugh, as MVP shoots them a look.
MJF: And speaking of hurting, let me tell you about last night. I’m sittin’ on the porcelain throne, taking a dump, as one does, and I reach for a little reading material. No toilet paper, so I grab the brand-new UWA Magazine. And in there, I read some so-called ‘critique’ that Bobby Lashley doesn’t defend his title enough. Can you believe that?!
The camera catches Lashley’s reaction, as he tightens his jaw.
MJF: So I went straight to Shocker’s office, and guess what, boys? Next week, Bobby Lashley defends the AEW World Heavyweight Championship against Switchblade Jay White!
Lashley’s expression hardens, as if he’s not entirely pleased. MVP steps forward, covering Lashley’s facial expressions from the view of the camera.
MVP: Well, Bullet Club, you heard the man! You’ve just been put on notice. The Almighty and the Syndicate… we’re itching to hurt people. And Jay White, that means you’re next.
The camera lingers on Lashley’s scowl as MVP pats him on the shoulder, trying to keep the situation cool. MJF grins ear to ear, clearly enjoying himself as the segment fades.
Kevin Nash and Scott Hall are lounging on the couch in an otherwise empty High Minded locker room. Nash is scrolling on his phone, while Hall takes a sip from his water bottle. They both look up as Matt Riddle wanders in barefoot, looking uncharacteristically thoughtful. Under his arm, he has a bag full of snacks.
He steps forward, dropping the bag onto the table, taking a seat on a chair next to them.
Matt Riddle: Bros… can you believe it’s been 554 days since High Minded was officially born?
Nash raises an eyebrow. Hall chuckles, leaning back
Scott Hall: 554, huh? You keepin’ a calendar or something, Chico?
Matt Riddle: [forcing a faint grin] Nah, bro… I just… like to count. Like, in my head, sometimes. I was thinking back to when we first announced High Minded at Dragon’s Fury, and it’s just… that’s a lotta time. We’ve had some wild nights, and smoked a ton of weed. Well, except for you Scott, mad respect for the whole sober thing.
Scott Hall: [smirking] Hey, I appreciate that. Had plenty of time before I got clean to, uh… ‘partake.’ But for me, it’s a slippery slope. So, nah. I’ll just enjoy the contact high from you knuckleheads.
Nash puts his phone down on the table, locking eyes with Riddle.
Kevin Nash: I gotta ask, Riddle… why the trip down memory lane tonight? Not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, it’s just not usually your lane.
Riddle sighs, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.
Matt Riddle: Yeah, I know, bro. Usually I’m more of a ‘kick back and vibe’ guy. But last week… I told Hulk I was following a hunch about who attacked Young Crock. And, like… the more I follow the leads, the less chill I feel. I’m kinda scared of what the truth is gonna do to us.
The Outsiders exchange a look, as Nash sits up straighter, more serious.
Kevin Nash: What are you saying, man?
Riddle pauses, biting his lip.
Matt Riddle: I can’t say. Not yet. With something like this, even I know it’d be dumb to point fingers before I’ve got the whole story… But the vibes, bro… the vibes are looking… real divisive.
There’s a tense beat, as Hall frowns, clearly uneasy. Nash leans forward, resting his arms on his knees.
Kevin Nash: Listen man, wherever this goes… whatever you find out… we got your back. Doesn’t matter how messy it gets.
Riddle finally smiles a real smile, though it is still faint.
Matt Riddle: Thanks, Big Kev. I needed that, bro.
The camera opens on a glamorous film set from the 1930s, with painted backdrops of storm clouds, a faux grand staircase, and a spotlight that follows Timeless Toni Storm as she descends in a flowing gown, the Knockouts Championship around her waist.
Timeless Toni Storm: [dramatically] Ladies and gentlemen of the viewing audience, please—compose yourselves! The greatest Knockouts Champion of all time is here, center stage. Yes, I retired Athena Star—poor dear never stood a chance. Yes, I put The Man back in her place, with a swift slap to the ego. And now, the critics demand it, the audience cries for it… I am ready to weather the storm of Jade Cargill!
Toni pauses mid-staircase, thowing her hand to her forehead as if fainting in disbelief.
Timeless Toni Storm: Ah, Miss Cargill. She was told she must begin at the very back of the line, like an understudy hoping for a curtain call! And how fitting… for her debut next week shall be against the statuesque Beth Phoenix! And you may be certain, I shall watch every moment with the scrutiny of a director reviewing her leading lady.
She glides to the bottom of the staircase, producing a long cigarette holder. She doesn’t light it, just waves it with dramatic flourish.
Timeless Toni Storm: And wouldn’t you know it? I was the only woman named in the recent Top 10 of the Industry article! The only one! Imagine! But even that insult does not go far enough. For I am not the background music, no, no. I am not some walk-on part in the third act. I am the star, the headline, the marquee in glowing lights!
She looks straight into the camera, smiling slyly.
Timeless Toni Storm: The rest of them? Extras. Forgettable faces. And Jade, darling… when the credits roll, you’ll learn what every storm does in the end—it passes, and all that remains is Toni!
She twirls, her gown covering the lens, and the reel “burns out” with a flash of white light as the scene fades to black.
Match #2 | Exhibition Match
Logan Paul vs. Ilja Dragonuv
Back at ringside, Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly note that the kickoff to the fall of 2025 in All Elite Wrestling has been wild thus far, as we barrel towards Dynamite 60: Fall Brawl on Sept. 29, All Out on Oct. 5, and Sympathy for the Devil on Oct. 27.
The bell sounds, and Ilja wastes no time in rushing Logan Paul with blistering strikes, chops and forearms echoing in rapid-fire succession. Paul stumbles into the corner, as Ilja continues at a relentless pace. He whips Paul across the ring, and takes him down with a running forearm. As Paul gets back to his feet, Dragunuv rocks him with a German suplex!
Kevin Kelly: Ilja Dragunov, pound for pound, is one of the best wrestlers in the industry. The man doesn’t know how to go half-speed!
Arn Anderson: That’s why he’s so dangerous in that ring. He’ll use his body like a weapon. Logan’s in for a fight tonight, in his first match since losing the AEW World Heavyweight Championship last Memorial Day weekend.
Paul scambles back to his feet, trying to shake off the cobwebs. Ilja charges again, but Paul leapfrogs over him, drops down to the mat as Ilja rebounds and jumps over him. He hits the ropes again and rushes back, only for Paul to take him off his feet with a shoulder tackle.
Ilja bounces back to his feet quickly, but Paul shoves him into the corner. He thrusts his shoulder into Ilja’s ribcage, trying to slow down the momentum. Referee Michael McMahon forces them out of the corner, creating the separation Paul needed to slam Dragunov’s face into the mat with a bulldog.
With Dragunov on the mat, Logan springboards off the ropes, hitting a springboard moonsault! He pounds his chest as he grins cockily, and the fans shower him in boos.
Kevin Kelly: Logan’s looking sharp tonight in his first match back. If there were any concerns about ring rust for the former world champion, I think it’s fair to dismiss them at this point.
Arn Anderson: Since coming back, Logan’s had his sights set square on the AEW Television Champion LA Knight. Those two are on a collision course with one another, but tonight Paul’s focus has to be on Dragunov.
Paul drops a big knee to the ribs of Dragunov, before lifting him and whipping him chest-first into the turnbuckle. Dragunov collides with the corner with a devastating impact, sending him collapsing to the mat.
Paul lifts him up and continues the assault with a waist lock, squeezing tightly. Dragunov responds by stomping on Paul’s foot, firing off elbows to break free. He build momentum, bounces off the ropes, and hits Paul with a running lariat. The move barely budges Paul, however, so Dragunov tries it again.
Paul catches him, hoists him up, and plants him with a huge backbreaker! He covers!
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Dragunov gets his shoulder up.
Logan hoists him up once more, pressing Ilja over his head like the Ultimate Warrior, holding him up for the crowd to see his strength before dumping him onto the canvas. Paul runs the ropes, splashing down onto Dragunov as he covers once more.
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Dragunov refuses to stay down, crawling towards the ropes. Paul clamps on a bearhug, as Dragunov claws at Logan’s face to force the release. He blasts Logan with more rapid-fire elbows, but Paul catches him with a knee to the gut. He lifts him for another backbreaker, but Ilja counters with an armdrag!
Logan gets to his feet quickly and charges, looking for the corner splash. Ilja doges, and Paul crashes into the post, spilling to the outside. Ilja seizes the moment, launching himself over the ropes with a suicide dive that lands right on the money!
The fans are rallying behind Ilja, who throws Paul back into the ring. He climbs upstairs, and connects with a beautiful missile dropkick! Logan tries to get to his feet, but as he’s on one knee Dragunov catches him with a running knee! He covers Logan!
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Paul kicks out! Ilja refuses to give Logan any room to breath, as he locks on a submission attempt, wrenching back on a crossface while trapping the arm. Logan reaches out desperately, before finally getting his hand on the bottom rope.
Kevin Kelly: The Mad Dragon almost had him there!
Arn Anderson: And while these two beat the tar out of each other, I’ve gotta say, next week’s Dynamite card is absolutely stacked! Lashley defends the AEW World Heavyweight Championship against Jay White, Jade Cargill makes her debut against Beth Phoenix, and we’ve got Cody Rhodes versus Adam Page to crown a number one contender!
Kevin Kelly: No doubt about it, Acting Director of Operations Shocker is really making the most of his time in charge. Let’s not forget, he announced earlier that Cody Rhodes will defend the Dual Dominion Championship in three weeks against Matt Cardona!
As Logan stumbles back to his feet, Ilja goes upstairs for a moonsault. Logan catches him mid-air, and hits him with a running powerslam. Logan lifts him up by the air, and the two men exchange strikes until Paul overpowers him once more, draping him neck first on the top rope! As Ilja clutches his throat, Paul catches him with a fallaway slam followed by a standing moonsault!
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Dragunov kicks out again!
Frustrated, Paul goes to the apron, looking for the Buckshot Lariat. He springboards in, connecting awkwardly, but hard enough to knock Dragunov down as he covers.
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Dragunov again kicks out. Logan looks around, frustrated, as he is showered with boos from the crowd.
Ilja roars back to life, chopping Logan’s chest raw, then connecting with a spinning enziguri. Paul staggers to the apron. Ilja sprints, springboards, and dropkicks him to the floor. Dragunov soars with a twisting senton over the top rope that wipes both men out!
Capitalizing on the momentum, he rolls Paul back inside. He hits him with another running knee, before connecting with the Torpedo Moscow!
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2.999!
The arena gasps as Paul somehow kicks out just before three!
Ilja climbs up top, looking for a diving senton, but Paul rolls out of the way. Logan springs up, yanking Ilja throat-first into the top rope. He reaches into his tights and slips brass knuckles onto his fist.
Ilja gets back to his feet and charges with another Torpedo Moscow, but Paul spins and blasts him in the jaw with the loaded fist! Ilja crumples instantly, as Paul slips the knucks back into his tights.
Logan lifts Dragunov back to his feet, as he lifts him and plants him with the Paulverizer!
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Winner: Logan Paul
Match Time: 17:45
Kevin Kelly: An impressive return to the ring for the Maverick, Logan Paul.
Arn Anderson: Flashy, dirty, and dangerous… Logan Paul in a nutshell. If LA Knight thinks Logan isn’t a real threat, tonight should remind him!
As Logan celebrates on the ropes, taunting the fans, Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly thank us for tuning in as the copyright logo hits the bottom of the screen and the show fades to black.
After briefly fading to black, the show flickers back to life as we see the back doors of the Coleman Coliseum opening. The camera catches Benny Mouse and Danhausen stepping out into the night, as Benny grumbles under his breath.
The parking lot stretches before them, dimly lit and silent, save for the distant buzz of the city. Benny adjusts his cufflinks, taking them off.
Benny Mouse: [to himself] Finally, some peace and quiet.
As Benny and Danhausen walk towards Benny’s limousine, five figures emerge from the shadows. Mr. Brodie Lee, Alistair Black, Brody King, Executioner, and Splidder appear before them, cloaked in white linens. They stand in a semicircle, blocking the way to Benny’s limo.
Benny halts, his face immediately flushed with anger.
Benny Mouse: What the hell is this?
The men remain silent, as Benny’s impatience grows.
Benny Mouse: You’ve been drifting around here for months, never saying a word, passing notes… I’ve had enough! If you’ve got something to say to me, say it!
Danhausen steps forward, his voice cutting sharp through the air.
Danhausen: Explain yourselves.
At last, Brodie Lee moves, stepping forward. He towers over Benny, his presence overwhelming. His voice is deep, cold, and deliberate.
Mr. Brodie Lee: For months we’ve watched. We’ve listened. For far too long, you have acted with impunity. Your family has corrupted every corner of this business… your fingerprints are everywhere—on contracts, on champions, on careers that never had a chance because you decided they didn’t. And everyone else just let it happen. They nodded their heads. They smiled. They cashed the checks. They played along while you poisoned everything.
Benny sneers, but Brodie doesn’t let him get a word out. His voice grows louder, sharper.
Mr. Brodie Lee: That’s about to end, because the days of silence are over. You talk in riddles, about visions, about seeing the future… well, this is the future. This is accountability. Every wrestler, every promoter, every so-called leader who let you and your family thrive is guilty. That’s why we exist. We are the Guilty Remnant. We are here to burn away the rot. To atone for sins you’ve forced us all to carry.
Brodie leans in closer, as Benny takes a fearful step back towards Danhausen.
Mr. Brodie Lee: You brag about seeing things before anyone else. So tell me, Benny—did you see this? Did you see the moment your whole empire crumbles? The little details matter, and every detail of your downfall has been planned.
Benny’s anger cracks into desperation, as he raises his hands. His voice trembles as he tries to bargain.
Benny Mouse: Money—I can give you money, more than you’ve ever dreamed of. Whatever you want—
Mr. Brodie Lee: You’re wasting your breath. Always trying to buy your way out. But here’s the truth, Benny: you’re not even yourself anymore. Everyone’s seen it. You only wear that mask of lucidity when he’s near you.
Lee points at Danhausen, who stands ready to strike.
Mr. Brodie Lee: Without him, you’re nothing but a confused old man clinging to scraps of power. With him, you’re sharp again. Dangerous again. But even that won’t save you.
Danhausen, having heard enough, explodes forward. He unleashes a furious flurry of strikes. For a brief moment, it looks like he might carve a path through them—but the Guilty Remnant closes in. Brody King smashes him down with a clubbing blow. Executioner slams him against the limousine door. Alistair Black steps calmly into position, his movements surgical. He drops Danhausen to the pavement with the Black Mass!
As soon as Danhausen’s eyes close, Benny freezes. The transformation is immediate. The fire in his eyes vanishes. His shoulders slump. He stumbles back, blinking like he doesn’t recognize the world around him. His voice breaks, frail and terrified.
Benny Mouse: Where… where am I? Who… who are you people? Please, I—I need to go home…
Brodie crouches down, staring directly into Benny’s wide, confused eyes.
Mr. Brodie Lee: Not tonight, Benny. Ending you now, when you’re desperate, lost and weak… that’s mercy. And you don’t deserve mercy. When I finish you, it’ll be when you’re lucid. When you understand exactly what’s happening to you. When you’re fully aware that the Guilty Remnant is the end of everything you’ve built.
He rises, signaling to the others. The five men drift back into the night, the white linens glowing eerily under the parking lot lights.
The final image of Dynamite shows Danhausen, sprawled and motionless on the pavement, as Benny Mouse trembles, muttering incoherent, lost in a dementia episode as he clutches at nothing.
Fade to black.
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