Live from Addition Financial Arena | Orlando, FL | Crowd Size: 10,302
SEGMENT ONE
Backstage, the camera opens on Midget Hogan, who is pacing back and forth in the hallway outside of High Minded’s locker room. He’s clutching a phone to his ear, his voice low and frantic.
Midget Hogan: [into the phone] Listen, brother, you promised me this wasn’t gonna come back on me! You said we had it all lined up, airtight! Now they’re lookin’ at me like I’m the bad guy. You better call me back ASAP with some ideas, ‘cause I’m out here twistin’, man. I’m twistin’! We gotta smooth this over before it blows up in my face!
He hangs up, wiping the sweat from his brow. He shoves his phone back into his pocket, and scans his security badge for access to the locker room. The light blinks red, and Midget Hogan tries it again to no avail.
Just then, Hulk Hogan, Kevin Nash, Matt Riddle, Randy Savage, Scott Hall, and Lady Love round the corner together, Hulk leading the pack like a general marching into battle. The group stops when they see him.
Midget Hogan: [forcing a smile] Hulkster! It’s great to see ya, man! Nobody’s been pickin’ up my calls, and — oh yeah — my key card for the locker room? Ain’t workin’! Maybe it’s just a tech glitch, huh?
The others look on coldly. Hulk Hogan steps forward, eyes burning a hole through his miniature friend.
Hulk Hogan: You got a lotta nerve showin’ your face here tonight, little dude. Walkin’ around like everything’s alright after what we learned last week!
Midget Hogan: [hands up, defensive] C’mon, brother! You’ve known me thirty years. All of you. You really think I’d do this? I love Lady Love! I’d never hurt her, or her boy!
Lady Love crosses her arms, glaring through tears. Savage mutters an “Ooooh yeah…” under his breath, shaking his head. Nash stands with his arms folded, stone-faced. Riddle just stares daggers at Midget Hogan.
Hulk Hogan: And it’s because I’ve known you for thirty years, brother… that I know this is exactly the kinda thing you’d do.
Midget Hogan’s face drops, as he looks desperately around for support. He sees none.
Midget Hogan: [pleading] Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty, huh? Ever since I joined this group, Riddle’s had it out for me. Ever since last year when I wouldn’t give him a real role in the wedding, he’s been gunnin’ for me! He’s been jealous of the role I’ve had here since the start! You’re gonna take his word over mine?
Riddle smirks and mutters something about being a “kick-ass Chief of Vibes, bro.” The others don’t laugh. Hulk takes another step closer, jabbing a finger in Midget’s chest.
Hulk Hogan: You’re gonna have to come up with a better defense than that, brother. And you can present it to the whole group… next week. Because at Dynamite 60: Fall Brawl… we’re puttin’ you on trial!
With that, Hogan scans his key card and opens the door. Midget Hogan’s jaw drops, as the rest of High Minded files past him into the locker room. The camera lingers on his panicked face as the door slams in it.
Hangman Adam Page sits outside on the arena loading dock. The sun has set, and the only light is coming from a flood lamp overhead. He’s slouched on a metal equipment case, with a half-empty beer bottle in his hand. He looks worn down, bitter, but also angry.
Hangman Adam Page: You know, I thought this was done. I thought when I beat Will Ospreay at Starrcade, when the Bucks had my back, when Kenny helped me and we put Bryan Danielson and Ospreay in the dirt at Aftershock… that was it. That was supposed to be the end of this whole damn thing.
He shakes his head, takes a swig from the bottle, and points toward the ground like he’s stabbing the point home.
Hangman Adam Page: But it just keeps draggin’ on, doesn’t it? Every time I climb back up, every time I earn my shot, those two find a way to rip it away from me. Last week, I was this close — my chance at the AEW World Championship — and Bryan Danielson stuck his nose in. Ospreay stuck his nose in. And once again, it’s gone.
Page stands up now, pacing in the narrow alley of the loading dock. He’s heated, hands running through his hair, spit flying when he talks.
Hangman Adam Page: I’m sick of it. I am sick of Will Ospreay and Bryan Danielson livin’ in my shadow, costin’ me my opportunities, actin’ like this story ain’t already been told. Ospreay, you don’t learn. You just keep comin’ back for more. And Bryan, you’re not far behind.
He stops pacing, leans against the concrete wall, and glares into the camera.
Hangman Adam Page: But I’m done wastin’ my time. I don’t need to fight you again, Ospreay. I don’t need to teach you another lesson. I’ve got someone better for that. Next week — Fall Brawl — you go one-on-one with Kenny Omega.
Page leans in closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a whisper.
Hangman Adam Page: Kenny’s gonna finish what I started. And when he does, maybe, finally, this thing dies. And I get back what’s mine.
He tosses the beer bottle to the ground, shattering it, and storms off as the camera lingers on the broken glass under the buzzing floodlight before fading to black.
The opening video package plays, the pyro explodes, and Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly welcome us back to Dynamite! We’re just one week away from Dynamite 60: Fall Brawl, and the card is taking shape! Anderson says in a massive, highly anticipated main event next week, we’re going to see Matt Cardona challenge the number one contender for the AEW World Heavyweight Champion, and the defending AEW/WWE Dual Dominion Champion, the American Nightmare Cody Rhodes, in their first one on one meeting ever! Kelly says and, as we just learned, Kenny Omega will try to put down the constant thorn in the side of Hangman Adam Page, the Aerial Assassin Will Ospreay! Anderson says that one is going to be a real contender for match of the year, as both men are two of the most gifted wrestlers in the industry. Kelly says finally, we’ll round out the card with the Briscoes challenging the winner of tonight’s main event, as the Attraction defends the World Tag Team Championships against the men with the bosses favor, the Harlem Turtles, in a Falls Count Anywhere match!
They’re interrupted as “LA KNIGHT” blares over the PA system, and the crowd welcomes a fired-up AEW Television Champion, as the Mega Star walks to the ring with purpose, a microphone in hand. As he gets in the ring, he paces a bit as Anderson notes that this is an unexpected development.
LA Knight: Lemme talk to ya!
The crowd roars in approval, but LA Knight doesn’t take much time to soak it in.
LA Knight: Yeah! Seventy days ago, I walked into Clash of Champions, day one in AEW, the first-round draft pick for BWM Inc… and then I walked out your AEW Television Champion! Since then, I’ve been takin’ on all comers, showin’ the world this ain’t just a belt, it’s the workhorse championship in professional wrestling! And every time I step into this ring, I prove it. I proved it against Shelton Benjamin. Against the American Dragon Bryan Danielson, and I proved it against Swerve Strickland! In two weeks, at All Out, I’ll prove it again!
Knight is still pacing, gripping the mic tighter, his voice sharpening.
LA Knight: Logan Paul… Mr. Social Media Superstar. Mr. ‘I go viral.’ Logan came into this ring three weeks ago, looked me dead in the eye, and tried to tear down everything I’ve built! He called me a 40-year-old man with a catchphrase. He tried to make this belt look like it didn’t mean a damn thing! But here’s the truth, Logan. This title’s got more credibility in my hands in 70 days than you’ve had in your whole damn career!
The crowd pops, as Knight points at the camera.
LA Knight: This isn’t about hashtags or likes, nah, nah. This is about standing across from a man who’s been grinding in the ring for years… a man who steals the show any time he’s given the opportunity, a man who doesn’t stop until the job’s done! You wanna diminish me, Logan? You wanna diminish this championship? Well, in two weeks at All Out, I’m gonna smack that smug look off your stupid face, and show you exactly why they call me the Mega Star!
LA Knight taps the AEW Television Championship that’s wrapped across his waist.
LA Knight: And when the dust settles… when that bell rings. When Jane Mouse lifts that mic to her mouth… the whole world’s gonna be sayin’… ‘AND STILL YOUR AEW TELEVISION CHAMPION…. L! A! Knight! YEAH!’
LA Knight tosses the mic and climbs to the second rope, as he throws his arms up, basking in the crowd’s reaction. He unstraps the belt from around his waist and lifts it high, as the AEW Television Championship glistens in the lights.
As he does so, heads began to turn in the audience. The crowd starts looking all around as a faint buzzing noise fills the arena. The camera cuts to the rafters, where a dozen or so small drones, each flashing with LED lights, begin descending toward the ring!
Kevin Kelly: Wait a second? What in the world is this?
Arn Anderson: Are those… drones? What the hell’s going on here?!
The drones swoop in, encircling the ring and diving towards LA Knight with a frightening speed. Knight looks completely caught off guard, as he jumps from the second rope and maneuvers towards the center of the ring. One buzzes past his head, nearly clipping his ear.
He swats at it, knocking it down to the mat and stomping it out. But two more quickly zip right at his face, and the crowd gasps as Knight flails, swinging his arms wildly, taking out another mid-air, but still being nicked across his forehead by relentless spinning blades. Red scratches streak his skin.
Kevin Kelly: I’ve been calling professional wrestling matches for nearly three decades, Arn… and I’ve never seen anything like this before! This is complete insanity!
Arn Anderson: Insanity, sure… but you’ve got to admit, it’s creative! This has Logan Paul written all over it, as he uses technology to get under the skin of the champ! Literally! Those blades are cutting up LA Knight!
Knight covers his head with his forearms, as three more drones dive bomb him, the mechanical buzzing sounds deafening. He stumbles into the ropes, trying to shield himself, but there are just too many. The crowd boos furiously, and then suddenly, the drones scatter, buzzing upwards like they’re on command.
The camera cuts to the crowd, where Logan Paul emerges, hopping the barricade with a steel chair in hand and a sadistic grin on his face. He slides into the ring just as Knight lowers his guard from the drone swarm.
Kevin Kelly: Oh no! Oh no! Logan Paul! Logan Paul with a steel chair!
Paul smashes the chair over LA Knight’s back, bringing the Mega Star down to one knee. The crowd erupts into boos once more, as Logan wastes no time, raising the chair high and unloading on Knight’s body! One, two, three unprotected chair shots reverberate throughout the arena, as Knight crashes to the mat, writhing in pain.
Arn Anderson: This is brutal, Kevin! Absolutely brutal! Logan Paul’s not just here to embarrass LA Knight, he’s trying to take him out of the equation entirely!
The drones hover above the ring, before retreating entirely up the ramp as Paul tosses the chair down, standing over the broken body of LA Knight. Paul grabs the belt from the mat, lifts it up, and hoists it into the air as the camera zooms in on his sadistic smirk.
Kevin Kelly: Logan Paul standing tall, Television Championship in hand! If this is a preview of All Out, LA Knight may not even make it there!
Match # 1 | Exhibition Match
The Acclaimed (Max Caster & Anthony Bowens) vs. Pretty Deadly (Elton Prince & Kit Wilson)
Max Caster starts things off against Elton Prince, as Bowens and Wilson take their places on the apron. Caster shoots Prince into the ropes with an Irish whip, snapping him to the mat with a quick hip toss. Prince quickly pops back up to his feet, only to be caught with a lariat that sends him back to the mat. Caster flexes over him, taunting him before dragging him over to the Acclaimed’s corner.
Bowens makes a quick tag, and the two lift Prince with a double suplex as Bowens goes for an early cover. Junior Official Lance Storm is quick to drop for the count, but Prince gets a shoulder up at two.
Kevin Kelly: The Acclaimed has been such a promising team since arriving in AEW. The former tag champs are even more locked in and dangerous since joining the Hurt Syndicate.
Arn Anderson: That’s what happens when you surround yourself with guys like Lashley, Benjamin, and MVP. The Acclaimed are not out here to rap, or make the crowd laugh. They’re sharks, and they’re out here to hurt people!
Bowens keeps Prince isolated in the Acclaimed’s corner, hitting repeated shoulder thrusts to Prince’s gut. Bowens takes him out of the corner with the intention of whipping him back into it, but Prince manages to reverse things and he sends Bowens to Pretty Deadly’s corner. Prince hits a stinger splash, before Kit Wilson slaps him on the back, tagging in.
Wilson comes in fresh, hitting Bowens with a jawbreaker. He peppers him with right hands, but Bowens cuts him off with a dropkick that sends him staggering. Bowens makes the tag to Caster, who comes back in with a sidewalk slam to Wilson.
Caster and Bowens start to double team Wilson with stomps in the corner, before Storm cuts them off. As Bowens starts to exit the ring, Caster throws his hands in the air, as if to signal he’s heeding Storm’s warning.
Before Storm can clear the ring, however, Prince rushes back in for the save. However, Bowens steps back in, catching him with a discus elbow that sends him stumbling through the ropes and to the outside!
Bowens lifts Wilson onto his shoulders into a GTS like position, as Caster drills him with a dropkick and Bowens spins him, almost like an inverted F5. Commentary notes that they call this maneuver Critically Acclaimed, as Bowens finally exits the ring, leaving Wilson and Caster as the legal men.
Kevin Kelly: Last week, Pretty Deadly cornered the Acting Director of Operations Shocker, and they demanded a chance to prove themselves. I wonder if they’re regretting that decision now, Arn?
Arn Anderson: Welcome to AEW, boys. This tag division doesn’t play around!
Caster goes for a cover, and Kit manages to stay alive with a should up just before the three count. Caster lifts him up and wrenches his arm, but Wilson wriggles free by grabbing Caster’s nose and ramming him into the turn buckle!
Wilson gets back to his corner just as Prince is getting back to the apron. He makes the tag and Prince charges in with a running uppercut that staggers Caster. Pretty Deadly takes turns stomping him down, cutting the ring in half.
Wilson lifts Caster, but he counters with a jawbreaker. He charges and drills prince with a shoulder tackle. Wilson tries to storm the ring, but Max catches him with a spinning powerslam. He drills Prince with a headbutt, and then scoops him up and slams him right on top of Wilson! He covers!
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Pretty Deadly stays alive!
With Wilson back on the apron, Caster lines Prince up for a clothesline. However, as he charges him, Prince catches him with the double boot to the face. Prince unloads with two uppercuts, but Caster fires back with a clothesline that nearly takes his head off!
He tags Bowens back in, and lifts Prince into the electric chair position. Bowens goes upstairs and flies in, hitting the crossbody block!
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Prince again kicks out!
Bowens lifts him back to his feet and sends him sprawling across the ring with a German suplex. Wilson again rushes in, but so does Caster, who catches him with an atomic drop into a Russian leg sweep. Bowens turns to help Caster, only to be hit with a dropkick from Prince!
Prince sends Caster to the outside as Wilson rolls to the apron. He lifts Bowens for a gut wrench, transitioning into a cover!
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The Acclaimed stays alive!
Arn Anderson: First match here or not, the Acclaimed shouldn’t underestimate Pretty Deadly. Sure, they’re eccentric, but they’re also serious competitors who have left a mark in each division they’ve competed in.
The pace quickens as Pretty Deadly double teams Bowens with uppercuts, before knocking Caster off the apron with a double superkick. However, Bowens rallies with a leaping leg lariat to Prince. Wilson cuts him off with a nasty clothesline.
Prince covers Bowens…
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Caster breaks it up! He clotheslines Wilson outside of the ring, as Bowens slaps on the cross armbreaker on Prince in the middle of the ring! Prince writhes in pain, before finally getting his foot onto the bottom rope, forcing the rope break.
Bowens gets in Storm’s face, as things again fall apart with all four men in the ring and Storm having absolutely no control over things. Prince drills Caster with a big boot, as Wilson chopblocks Bowens from behind!
They lift Bowens for Spilt Milk, the neckbreaker/spinebuster combo!
Before Prince can cover, however, MVP, Shelton Benjamin, and Lashley storm the ring! They launch into a vicious assault on Pretty Deadly, as Benjamin hits a superkick to Prince and Lashley folds Wilson in half with the spear! Meanwhile, MVP is directing traffic, as the Acclaimed join in on the assault and Storm has no choice but to call for the disqualification.
Winners by DQ: Pretty Deadly
Match Time: 16:50
Arn Anderson: Folks, this isn’t the ending we wanted to see for this one. Pretty Deadly had things on lock there after a great back and forth match, but now it’s the numbers game as the Hurt Syndicate lay waste to Elton Prince and Kit Wilson!
Caster looks frustrated as the Hurt Syndicate pose in the ring, standing tall, as the show cuts to commercial break.
SEGMENT TWO
Renee Young stands in front of the AEW backdrop, a microphone in hand.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… Randy Orton. Randy, this is the first time we’ve seen you since Aftershock 2, when you fell short of capturing the AEW World Heavyweight Championship against Bobby Lashley, thanks in large part to MJF getting involved. What’s been going through your mind these past three weeks?
Orton steps into frame slowly, arms crossed, expression stone cold. He stares off for a moment before speaking, his voice low and deliberate.
Randy Orton: You know, Renee… going into that match with Lashley, I knew the deck was stacked. I knew the Hurt Syndicate would find a way to stick their noses in, that they’d try and cheat and claw their way out of the hole they’ve dug themselves into. That wasn’t a surprise.
He pauses a second, before continuing, his eyes narrowing.
Randy Orton: What I didn’t expect… was him. Maxwell Jacob Friedman… MJF. Making his grand return at my expense. Sticking his nose in something that didn’t concern him. He cost me my chance at the AEW World Title, and that’s something I don’t forget. And if Max thinks I’m just going to move on… then he doesn’t know Randy Orton very well. I’ve got unfinished business—
Suddenly, from off-screen, a massive blur slams into Orton, knocking him violently against the backdrop.
The camera shakes as chaos erupts. Brodie Lee, flanked by the Guilty Remnant (Alistair Black, Brody King, Executioner, and Splidder). They swam Orton like a pack of wolves, fists and boots flying!
Orton tries to defend himself, throwing wild elbows and fists, but the numbers are overwhelming. King tackles him through the backdrop, as Renee Young flails desperately to get out of harm’s way.
With Orton on the ground, Black, Splidder, and Executioner unload on him with gruesome stomps and wild strikes. Renee shrieks for help.
Renee Young: [panicked] Somebody get help! Security! Somebody—
Brodie Lee drags Orton up by his hair, and whips him into the steel equipment cases, then plants him with a sickening discus lariat that drops him flat.
The Guilty Remnant stand tall over Orton’s body. Renee is still screaming for help. Brodie Lee slowly turns to her, his piercing eyes cutting through the noise. He speaks in a low, deliberate growl.
Brodie Lee: You’re wasting your breath.
The camera lingers on Renee’s horrified face, then cuts back to Orton lying motionless on the concrete as the Guilty Remnant retreats.
Paul Heyman is shown walking briskly down a corridor, a stack of papers in hand as he nervously glances over his shoulder, as if he’s avoiding someone. As he turns his head back straight to round the corner, he nearly bumps into The Kinslayer Sean Olson, who stands smack dab in the middle of Heyman’s path.
Sean Olson: Paul… you’ve been avoiding me.
Heyman swallows hard, visibly rattled, but forces a smile.
Paul Heyman: S-Sean… I’ve been… busy, you understand. Responsibilities, deadlines. These things take time.
Olson takes a step closer.
Sean Olson: Well, Paul. Time’s almost up. Are you going to represent me, or not?
Heyman stammers, trying to deflect, gesturing with his papers.
Paul Heyman: Sean, you—you don’t need me. You’re ruthless, you’ve — uh —clearly carved your own path. Why tether yourself to someone like me?
Olson grabs Heyman by the wrist, as Heyman’s eyes widen in fear.
Sean Olson: Don’t insult me. If you’re apprehensive because of some misguided loyalty… forget it. Brandon Lee isn’t coming back. That chapter is closed. Finished. I put him down at Aftershock 2. He’s probably rotting away in some nursing home right now, drooling into his oatmeal. Forgotten, just like his name.
Heyman winces, clutching the papers tighter to his chest like a shield. Olson leans in, lowering his voice to an almost mocking whisper.
Sean Olson: Brock Lesnar’s in ULW. Roman Reigns is back in WWE. Brandon Lee is a ghost. Tell me, Paul… who do you have left? Who else is there for you?
Heyman’s lips tremble, his eyes darting side to side, searching for a way out. Olson doesn’t give him one.
Paul Heyman: [almost pleading] Why… why me? Why do you even want me, Sean?
Olson chuckles.
Sean Olson: You really don’t get it, do you? I’ve always gotten a kick out of taking things from my brother. Ever since we were kids. If Brandon had a toy, I made sure it was mine. If he had a friend, I took them too. Even his girlfriends—especially his girlfriends. And now? He had you. His loyal little mouthpiece. So guess what, Paul? You’re mine now.
Heyman’s face goes pale. Olson moves even closer, his smirk fading into a deadly serious glare.
Sean Olson: You and I both know the truth, Paul. I’m going to be World Heavyweight Champion — with or without you. That’s inevitable. So hop on the bandwagon now, before it’s too late.
Olson lets the words hang heavy, then slaps Heyman’s papers out of his hands. The papers scatter across the floor as Olson turns and walks away, his boots echoing down the hallway. The camera lingers on Heyman, trembling, his breathing uneven as he stares at the mess at his feet.
Match #2 | AEW World Tag Team Championship Match – Falls Count Anywhere
The Attraction (Teo & Attitude) (C) vs. The Harlem Turtles (Stevie R. and Booker D.)
As the introductions are made, Anderson and Kelly discuss how weird it is to see the Harlem Turtles come to the ring for a match, only for the capacity crowd to greet them with boos. Anderson says that’s what happens when you align yourself with Benny Mouse, as Kelly notes Benny gave the Turtles this match as a reward, citing a vision in which the Turtles stood tall with gold. Anderson says the Harlem Turtles, despite being widely regarded as the greatest team of all time, skipped to the front of the line for this title shot, as teams like The Young Bucks, the Briscoes, the Acclaimed, and even Pretty Deadly have all made their intentions known as of late. Kelly notes that whoever survives tonight’s encounter will have to defend the belts next week on Dynamite 60: Fall Brawl!
After the introductions are made and the bell sounds, the bout immediately breaks into chaos. Stevie R launches himself at Attitude, as Booker D and Teo begin trading punches.
The fight spills to the outside quickly, as Stevie R launches Attitude spine-first into the ring apron, and Booker D and Teo brawl near the barricade.
Kevin Kelly: Nobody’s wasting any time here tonight! The Harlem Turtles have been promised this opportunity, almost had it dangling over their heads in exchange for their support of Benny Mouse and Danhuasen, and now they’re coming out swinging!
Arn Anderson: What other choice do they have if they wish to win? Teo and Attitude have been running roughshod over this division for months. The Turtles are going to have to drag the Attraction into a street fight if they’re looking to make history tonight.
Booker rams Teo into the barricade, lighting him up with chops. Stevie R takes Attitude towards the commentary desk, where he slams him face first! Attitude’s head hits the desk hard, but Stevie R doesn’t let up. He pushes the time keeper out of the way and grabs a steel chair, cracking it violently across Attitude’s back!
Arn Anderson: The Turtles are bringing the furniture out early, Kev!
Kevin Kelly: In all the years we’ve enjoyed the Harlem Turtles, have you ever seen them so vicious? These two men have evolved through the eras, and tonight they’re looking to take home the gold, with or without the support of the fans!
Teo slams Booker’s head into the steps, before reaching under the ring and grabbing a ladder. He cracks it across Booker’s ribs, as Stevie and Attitude brawl back towards their partners. Attitude hits a flapjack that drops Stevie across the steps, as the champs gain control.
Attitude reaches under the ring and retrieves a table, while Teo takes turns stomping both Turtles. Attitude slides the table into the ring and props it up in the corner. He rolls Stevie into the ring as Booker and Teo continue on the outside.
Attitude launches Stevie towards the corner, but Stevie reverses it and sends Attitude hard into the table! He eats the wood with a sickening thud, as the wreckage folds over him. Stevie tosses a few pieces of the broken table out of the way as he covers.
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Attitude kicks out.
Meanwhile, on the outside, the crowd roars as Booker hits Teo with a back body drop, sending him into the first few rows. Booker climbs over, and they brawl through a sea of people, smashing each other into the guardrails and scattering the chairs around them.
Kevin Kelly: It’s Falls Count Anywhere tonight, first to the pin wins. This one could end in the crowd, the stage, or even the bathroom! It’s all legal tonight!
Arn Anderson: And you have to presume that’s bad news for the champs. How can you plan for a brawl like this?
Back in the ring, Stevie and Attitude trade heavy blows. Attitude rakes Stevie’s eyes, before getting a kendo stick from under the ring. He cracks it hard over Stevie’s back, but the blows connect with his shell, and Stevie shakes it off. He launches Attitude into the ropes and hits him with a one-man 3-T, before going for the cover!
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Attitude again kicks out.
Arn Anderson: I feel bad for the referees tonight, as all three of AEW’s officials are out here to keep tabs on things.
Kevin Kelly: Benny Mouse and Danhausen aside, I just have to say how awesome it is to see the Turtles back in action tonight. If you’ve made the unfortunate mistake of channel surfing the past few weeks, you might have stumbled upon some imitators, but Stevie R and Booker D are the real deals!
Booker and Teo reappear from the crowd, up towards the floor near the entrance ramp. The crowd gasps as Booker hits Teo with a suplex over the barricade and onto the unforgiving concrete!
They brawl back down the ramp, as Attitude and Stevie join them on the outside of the ring. The Attraction catches Booker with a double suplex, dropping him on the downed ladder!
They turn their attention to Stevie R, who has made a b-line for the ring. Back inside, they lift him for a double powerbomb, but Stevie slides down Attitude’s back and takes the champs down with a double clothesline.
Booker rejoins the chaos, and they isolate Teo, lining him up in the corner before ramming him with one shell shock attack after the other! Booker momentarily drops to one knee, as if he’s calling for the turtleroonie, but instead shakes his head before mouthing that they don’t do that stupid shit anymore, to deafening boos from the crowd.
Arn Anderson: Okay, now I know for certain that they’re evil! You don’t tease feeding us like that, just to take away our plates!
Stevie R sends Attitude back to the outside with a clothesline, as both Turtles go to the outside. Stevie whips Attitude toward the barricade, as Booker rushes in with a spear that nearly folds him in half!
Stevie reaches under the ring and pulls out another table, rolling Attitude on top of it. Booker returns to the apron and ascends the ropes. The crowd rises to their feet as Booker launches himself off the top rope with a senton, crashing onto Attitude! The table shatters as both men hit the ground hard, and the crowd breaks into a “Holy Shit!” chant.
With Attitude and Booker down, Stevie R stands in front of the ramp, turning his focus back to the ring. Suddenly, Teo springboards out of the ring and catches him with a plancha!
The fight spills up the ramp, as Teo and Stevie brawl near the stage. Teo buys himself some breathing room with a superkick, as he starts to ascend the lighting rig of the stage!
Arn Anderson: What the hell is Teo thinking here? That scaffolding is ten foot off the stage, nearly 16 feet off the ground!
Stevie climbs up after him, and on top of the rig, the two exchange thunderous blows, both men teetering. Stevie hits a head butt that rocks Teo, before double under hooking both of his arms. Suddenly, Stevie launches them both off the ring with the superplex, and they crash through a production table on the floor!
“Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!”
Both men are down, carnage everywhere. The officials swam in, checking on them. Stevie drapes an arm over Teo, as all three refs drop to make the count!
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2.999!
Out of nowhere, Attitude reappears and breaks up the count just in the nick of time!
Attitude lifts up the broken and battered Stevie R, hitting him with The Adjustment, to a huge roar from the crowd!
Before he can cover him, he’s tackled by Booker D! They brawl down the aisle and back towards the ring.
At the foot of the ramp, the two trade desperation blows, before Booker hits him with a stunner. He rolls him back inside, as he ascends the top rope. He measures Attitude, and just as Attitude gets to his feet, Booker launches with the Harlem Hangover!
The move lands directly on the throat of the champion, as Booker D covers!
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Winners and NEW AEW World Tag Team Champions: The Harlem Turtles
Match Time: 20:33
Arn Anderson: My God, what a war!
Kevin Kelly: And just as Danhausen and Benny’s prophecy foretold, the Harlem Turtles are AGAIN the tag team champions of the world!
Arn Anderson: I’m sure the pundits will be quick to correct me, but I believe this is their first title win in nearly 20 years!
Kevin Kelly: But will it be short lived, Arn? Next week, after what these men just survived, they’re going to have to defend the belts against the most hyped team in wrestling right now, Mark and Jay, the Briscoes!
Arn Anderson: Folks, we are all out of time tonight, we’ll be back next Monday for Dynamite 60: Fall Brawl! Thank you so much for joining us!
The show ends as Booker D, alone in the ring, is given the tag belts, as medics attend to Teo and Stevie R near the stage. Danhausen and Benny have come out onto the stage, with Benny grinning from ear to ear as the show fades to black!
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