Live from Crisler Center | Ann Arbor, MI | Crowd Size: 13,204
SEGMENT ONE
A shaky handheld camera follows Matt Cardona, as he drags a rolling sitcase through the loading dock of the Crisler Center in Ann Arbor. His sunglasses are on, his hood up, and there’s confidence in his every step. He looks into the lens of the camera, as the background hum of production crews softly blurs in the background.
Matt Cardona: Tonight’s the night. Tonight, I punch my ticket out of this shit hole. Tonight, I win the AEW/WWE Dual Dominion Championship. And when I do, I’m not keeping it warm for anyone here… No, I’m talkin’ that belt and I’m walking it straight into WWE, and I’m going to use it as the golden key to do what nobody else has been able to do, not even Cody Rhodes… putting an end to the Rock’s historic title reign!
He pauses for a moment, adjusts his sunglasses, and smirks.
Matt Cardona: Forget about Brock Lesnar and Starrcade. None of that’s going to matter anymore, because Matt Cardona — the man who rightfully retired Dragonfly — has his eyes set on WWE’s top prize, and the road there starts tonight!
Cardona wheels his luggage away as the shot dissolves, cutting sharply to another handheld shot.
The American Nightmare Cody Rhodes steps out of a black SUV, the Dual Dominion Championship draped over his shoulder. He pulls his luggage out with one hand while holding the championship tightly with the other. Cody looks weary but focused as he speaks directly into the camera.
Cody Rhodes: Ya know, I’ve worked my entire career in BWM Inc. Years and years of setbacks, of starts and stops, of being ridiculed for my appearance… wondering if it was ever gonna be my time… And now, finally, here I stand. From undesirable… to undeniable!
He grips the Dual Dominion Championship, as his tone hardens.
Cody Rhodes: In six days, at All Out, I’m going to make good on a promise I made a long time ago. I’m going to realize my dream. I’m walking into Chicago the Dual Dominion Champion… and I’m walking out the AEW World Heavyweight Champion when I defeat Bobby Lashley.
He adjusts the strap on his shoulder, locking eyes with the camera.
Cody Rhodes: Guys like Matt Cardona? They’re always looking for shortcuts. The easy way out. Me? I’ve only ever known the hard way. And that’s the road I’m taking. So tonight… I put Matt Cardona in his place. And then I walk into All Out with this title… and I walk out with both.
The final shot shows a split screen of Cardona, glaring through his sunglasses, and Cody gripping the championship on his shoulder.
Backstage, Jade Cargill stands tall, arms crossed, as the camera is tight on her as she steps forward, commanding attention.
Jade Cargill: When I arrived in All Elite Wrestling at Aftershock 2, I came in with one goal in mind… proving that I am THAT BITCH. I proved it in PWI and ULW, and was set to do the same in WWE before I got traded. I’ve never needed anybody to hand me anything, and I’ve never needed anyone to hype me up. Because the fact is, I am the hype.
Jade’s focus intensifies.
Jade Cargill: Every company, every promoter, and every fan knows it… that’s why all summer long, everybody’s been talkin’ about me. That’s why I had all three companies knocking at my door, trying to sign me. But somehow… somehow, when it comes to women’s wrestling, all anybody wants to talk about… is Timeless Toni Storm.
Jade shakes her head, her tone sharper now.
Jade Cargill: I’ve been the World Champion in ULW. I’ve had the kind of year most wrestlers dream about. But what do I see? ULW’s own magazine just put out their Top Ten list, and the only woman on it… was Toni Storm. Not me. Not the summer I just had. Not the numbers I’ve been pulling in. No — it’s all Toni. So yeah, I’m a little bitter. And I’ve got every right to be.
Jade steps closer to the camera, pointing into the lens.
Jade Cargill: I already talked to Shocker, the Acting Director of Operations, and he made it clear — he doesn’t agree with Benny Mouse trying to punish me over this so-called ‘JadeTrade Scandal.’ So all the noise, all the politics, all the games… none of it matters anymore. What matters is All Out. Six days from now, I’m walking into Chicago to put an end to this whole ‘Timeless’ reign.
She stares directly into the camera, her lips curling into the hint of a smirk.
Jade Cargill: Because the storm isn’t coming… it’s already here. And her name is Jade. Cargill.
The opening video package concludes, and the pyro explodes as Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly welcome us back to Dynamite, the longest running episodic wrestling show in BWM Inc.’s illustrious history! Tonight, we’ve got a huge main event in Rhodes vs. Cardona for the Dual Dominion Championship, and the Harlem Turtles will defend the World Tag Team Championships against the Briscoes! But first, we’re kicking things off with a match that promises to steal the show, as Kenny Omega takes on Will Ospreay!
Match #1 | Exhibition Match
Kenny Omega vs. Will Ospreay
Omega is out first, to deafening boos from the crowd. Ospreay’s out next to a huge pop, as he rushes down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring. Ospreay foregoes his usual entrance and instead immediately rushes at Omega! The bell sounds, and Ospreay doesn’t waste a second, charging at Omega with a big boot. Omega sidesteps it, smirking, as Ospreay’s momentum carries him into the ropes.
Kevin Kelly: Ospreay’s not here to feel this one out, he’s here for a fight! He’s been waiting for this ever since Kenny betrayed him last month at Aftershock.
Arn Anderson: That’s what betrayal does to you, Kevin. You don’t want to lock up, you don’t want a wrestling clinic… you want to take the guys head off! And what better place for it than Fall Brawl?
Ospreay resets, and charges Omega once more. They meet in the center of the ring and exchange rights, before they finally tie up, bodies crashing into each corner as they push each other around the ring in a raw struggle for control.
Omega grinds into a headlock, before evening getting control of Ospreay’s wrist. Ospreay flips through and tries to counter, but Omega refuses to let go. He drags him down, before hitting him with a shoulder block.
Ospreay falls, but kips up instantly. The two lock eyes, as Ospreay slaps Omega across the face! The crowd erupts! Omega answers with paintbrush slaps of his own, drawing loud jeers.
Ospreay connects with a Frankensteiner, dropping Omega on his head. Omega tumbles to the outside. Ospreay hits the ropes and springboards off, exploding onto Omega with a leaping dive!
Kevin Kelly: Listen to this crowd! Will Ospreay has become one of the biggest stars in the world, and he’s done it because of moves like that. His arsenal is so unique, so dangerous!
Arn Anderson: That’s true, but Kenny knows it. That’s why Hangman patched things up with him and brought him back into the fold. He doesn’t want Ospreay anywhere near the top.
Ospreay hurls Omega into the barricade, as Kenny crashes hard into the LED monitors. He grabs a fist full of Omega’s hair as he sends him back inside. Ospreay climbs to the apron and waits, measuring Omega. As Omega gets to his feet, Ospreay springboards. Just as Ospreay hits the ropes ready to jump back in the ring, Omega tackles him mid-flight, knocking him back-first into the barricade!
Kevin Kelly: A sick landing for the Aerial Assassin!
Omega goes back to the outside to grab Ospreay and pull him back in the ring, taking control. He delivers driving elbows into Ospreay’s spine, before lifting him for the fireman’s carry. Omega follows it up with a moonsault into a cover!
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Ospreay kicks out. Omega gets back up, his confidence growing. A cocky Omega washes his boot over Ospreay’s face. He lifts him back to his feet and sends him hard into the opposite turnbuckle with an Irish whip. Omega removes the top turnbuckle pad as junior official Lance Storm admonishes him.
Omega grabs Ospreay by the head and tries to send him into the exposed steel. Ospreay blocks it, however, and tries to take Omega’s head off with a spinning martial arts kick. Omega ducks it and fires back with a boot, sending the side of Ospreay’s head into the exposed buckle!
Omega doesn’t let up, lifting Ospreay up for a single-knee backbreaker into another cover.
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Ospreay stays alive!
There’s a small cut trickling blood from where Ospreay’s head hit the exposed buckle, but he fires up and fights back through the pain. Omega goes for a hiptoss, but Ospreay twists it into a cobra clutch!
Omega powers out, and charges at Ospreay. Will catches him with a flapjack, draping Kenny’s neck on the top rope. He follows it up with a running boot to Omega’s face, followed by the springboard corkscrew kick! Ospreay caps off the series with a flying phenomenal forearm into a cover!
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Omega stays alive with the shoulder up.
Kevin Kelly: The athleticism, the explosiveness — you can’t blink when Ospreay’s on the move!
Arn Anderson: But Kenny’s nothing to scoff at either, he knows every trick in the book, and let’s not forget, he’s got Page and the Bucks at his beck and call if he needs them.
The two fight their way onto the apron, and they exchange chops that echo through the arena. Ospreay teases the OsCutter, but Omega hangs on. Kenny follows it up with a capture-release German onto the apron!
Both men fall to the outside, where Kenny reaches under the ring and retrieves a table. Anderson and Kelly note how dangerous the tables were in last week’s tag team title match with the Harlem Turtles and the Attraction, and say Storm has to want to keep that from happening again.
Omega ignores Lance’s calls for him to follow the rules as he sets the table up on the outside. He rolls Ospreay face first onto it and returns to the apron. He ascends to the second rope and launches himself onto Ospreay… Coup de Grâce! They smash through the wood, as Omega’s boots land hard on Ospreay’s lower back!
Ospreay writhes in pain, as a Holy Shit chant emerges. The chant turns to boos as Omega starts to gloat. Ospreay fights back, red-faced, and fired up. He peppers Omega with body shots, before suplexing him along the underside of the broken table!
With Kenny down, now it’s Ospreay who goes to the ropes from the apron. Without a thought, he launches into a picture-perfect Sky Twister Press to the floor as the arena erupts!
With both men down, Storm has no choice but to start the count. Anderson quips that in a respectable wrestling company, rules like count-outs require wrestlers to get more creative, working inside the confines of the rules of the sport.
Ospreay makes it back in at 8, with Kenny in at 9. As Omega jumps back into the ring, Ospreay hits him with a diving elbow to the neck for another two count.
As Kenny stumbles back to his feet, Ospreay lines him up once more for the OsCutter! He launches, but Kenny catches him with the V-Trigger to the back of the head! He hits him with the poison Frankensteiner, followed by the fisherman knee neckbreaker!
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2.999!
Ospreay survives yet again!
As Ospreay gets to his feet, Kenny charges again. Ospreay catches him with the standing Spanish fly! From the corner, he hits a double-twisting splash known as the Robinson Special. He quickly gets back to his feet and lines it up… this time the OsCutter connects!
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2.999!
Kenny gets the shoulder up!
We get a “This is Awesome” chant as Ospreay lifts Omega, setting him facing the crowd on the top rope. Kenny’s lifeless body drapes forward, as Ospreay nails a crescent kick through Omega’s legs to his face!
Anderson notes that Omega’s head is dangerous close to that exposed buckle as Ospreay goes to the apron and ascends the ropes from the other side. With both men upstairs, Ospreay goes for another Spanish Fly! This time, Omega counters it, dropping Ospreay head-first into the exposed buckle with a DDT from the top!
The small cut on Ospreay’s head has opened further, as blood streams from the cut. Omega goes sadistic, hitting a baseball slide, and tossing Ospreay to the outside. He hits a flipping plancha just as Ospreay rises to his feet! He rolls him back inside and hits a piledriver!
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2.999!
As Ospreay kicks out, Omega loses it. He starts raining down closed-fist lefts and rights onto the wound. Lance Storm warns him, but Omega presses on. he lifts him up for a dragon suplex! Then another one! On the third attempt, Ospreay hooks the leg and counters with a kick!
They trade brutal strikes before Omega counters with a jumping knee. He carries him to the turnbuckle and drops Ospreay on his neck with a German from the top!
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Ospreay kicks out!
Kevin Kelly: How is Ospreay alive right now?!
Arn Anderson: He’s running entirely on pride! The man has betrayal burning in his gut.
Omega again charges for the V-Trigger, which Ospreay somehow counters into a Liger Bomb! Ospreay charges for the Hidden Blade elbow, but Omega ducks. He turns and eats it the second time! Ospreay goes to the top and connects with the Super OsCutter! The crowd is going insane.
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2.999!
Frustrated, Ospreay lifts him for the Stormbreaker. Omega blocks it, and counters into the One Winged Angel. Ospreay reverses it into a sunset flip! Omega kicks out a two. He gets back up, and Ospreay immediately hits him with the Styles Clash!
Running off pure momentum, he hits the Hidden Blade!
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2.999!
Both men collapse, as Ospreay’s blood stains the mat!
Omega drags himself up, using the ropes. Hangman Adam Page suddenly rushes down the aisle, hopping onto the apron. Omega nods as Storm is distracted with Page on the apron. Ospreay gets to his feet and charges Omega, sending him crashing into Page! The ref barely avoids getting caught up in the clash.
Omega watches wide-eyed as Page hits the mat on the outside, clutching the side of his head in disbelief. He turns just in time to eat the Hidden Blade! Ospreay lifts him up and dumps him on his head with the Tiger Driver 91!
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Winner: Will Ospreay
Match Time: 36:05
Kevin Kelly: Ospreay wins it! Adam Page tried to tip the scales, but it backfired!
Arn Anderson: And that’s justice, Kev. Page wanted Kenny to do his dirty work. Instead, it cost Omega the match, and Will Ospreay just sent a message loud and clear — he doesn’t need the Kenny. He’s the future of this business, standing on his own.
Ospreay, bloodied but defiant, screams into the camera: “I told you! I’m that good! No one can stop me!”
SEGMENT TWO
Back from break, the camera follows Kenny Omega through the curtain, drenched in sweat. Ospreay’s blood is smeared on his shoulder and his neck.
He’s furious, and rips a monitor off the production table in gorilla, and hurls it across the hallway. Crew members scatter, as Kenny’s shouting at the top of his lungs.
Kenny Omega: DAMMIT! I HAD IT WON! I HAD IT WON! I DIDN’T NEED HIM! I DIDN’T NEED ANY HELP!
Omega flips a production table, as water bottles and equipment flies through the air. He slams his fists against the wall, pacing like a caged animal.
The Young Bucks rush in, trying to calm him down.
Matt Jackson: Kenny, breathe, man! Just breathe—
Nick Jackson: Listen, it’s one match. Don’t throw it all away over this.
Omega shoves a chair aside, his chest heaving.
Kenny Omega: One match?! That was MY match! I had Ospreay beat! And then he — he sticks his nose in and it costs me everything!
Suddenly, Adam Page walks into frame.
Still sweaty from the chaos, Page wipes his mouth. The second Omega sees him, he steps right up into his face, his nostrils flaring.
Kenny Omega: You did this! You cost me the match!
Page doesn’t back down, nose-to-nose with him.
Hangman Adam Page: I was trying to help you, Kenny! We’re supposed to be a family!
The Bucks jump in between them, holding both men back as the crowd noise echoes from the arena.
Matt Jackson: Guys, come on!
Omega seethes, trying to push past the Bucks. Page finally raises his hands, his voice steady but passionate.
Hangman Adam Page: Listen to me. This is what Ospreay wants. He wants us tearing each other apart. He wants to rip this alliance to pieces, because he knows together, we’re stronger than him. If we’re fighting each other, then no one’s fighting him. That’s his game, Kenny.
Omega’s jaw clenches. The Bucks keep their hands on him as Page continues.
Hangman Adam Page: This has to end. All of it. Ospreay’s not gonna stop until somebody finally puts him down. So I’m stepping up. This Sunday, at All Out, it’s me and Will Ospreay. One on one. And when it’s over, there won’t be anything left of him.
Page stares directly at Omega, his voice low and cold.
Hangman Adam Page: And then, Kenny, we can put this behind us.
Omega doesn’t answer. He rips his wrist tape off, tossing it to the ground, his eyes still locked on Page as the Bucks hold the tension between them.
Backstage, the Kinslayer Sean Olson stands alone, leaning against a steel crate. He’s adjusting his gloves, his eyes distant, with a quiet menace radiating off him. The camera creeps closer when a familiar voice interrupts.
Paul Heyman steps into frame. He looks pale, hesitant. His eyes flicker with fear — yet there’s something different this time. He looks… resigned. Heyman clears his throat.
Paul Heyman: Sean… I’ve been… thinking. About your offer. About what you said.
Olson tilts his head slowly, studying Heyman in silence, as if unsure whether to laugh or strike him.
Paul Heyman: [grimacing] And I’ve come to… the painful conclusion… that you’re right.
Olsen’s eyes open wider, as a flicker of surprise breaks his usual icy stare.
Paul Heyman: Brock Lesnar… is in ULW. Roman Reigns… is in WWE. Brandon Lee… effectively retired. And me? Paul Heyman? The greatest advocate this business has ever known? I’m left with no one. No empire. No client. No future.
Heyman pauses a beat, his words catching in his throat.
Paul Heyman: But I’m too skilled… too valuable… to represent no one. And that is why… as much as it terrifies me… I’ve decided. I’m going to stand in your corner.
The camera zooms slightly on Olson, whose lips curl into the faintest smirk, a predator sensing victory.
Paul Heyman: As a gesture of good faith, I went to Shocker. I told him I needed something worthy of the Kinslayer’s first match with me at his side. And Shocker agreed. Two weeks from tonight… when Dynamite returns on Columbus Day… Sean Olson will challenge the winner of Bobby Lashley and Cody Rhodes… for the AEW World Heavyweight Championship!
Heyman breathes heavily, as though he’s just signed his own death warrant.
Paul Heyman: [almost whispering] God help me… I’m yours.
Olson slowly stands upright, looming over Heyman. He doesn’t say a word — he just looks at Heyman, the faint smile of a man who’s not only broken his prey, but bent him to his will.
The camera lingers on Olson’s satisfied face, then fades out.
Match # 2 | AEW World Tag Team Championship
The Harlem Turtles (C) vs. The Briscoes
The crowd gives Jay and Mark Briscoe a thunderous ovation as they storm down the ramp. Before their opponents can be introduced, Jay calls for the microphone. Jane Mouse hands it to them as the Briscoes enter the ring.
Jay Briscoe: The Harlem Turtles… the AEW World Team Team Champs! Last time we were here, it was the Attraction. But it ain’t matter who the champs are, everybody knows there ain’t no fight in wrestling bigger than the Briscoe Brothers!
The crowd erupts, as Anderson notes that the Briscoes were cheated out of their shot against The Attraction when the Young Bucks got involved. But last week’s epic Falls Count Anywhere match ended with new champs, and the Briscoes have shifted their focus to Benny Mouse’s henchmen, the Harlem Turtles.
The Harlem Turtles’ music hits and Booker D and Stevie R come out with the belts wrapped around their waists. They are about halfway down the ramp, soaking in the boos, as the Attraction leap over the barricade from the side and blindside the champs!
Teo and Attitude hit the Turtles with tandem superkicks, dropping them on the ramp! Teo lifts Booker D up and slams him with the Fall from Grace! Attitude hits The Adjustment on Stevie R!
Arn Anderson: What’s happening here, Kevin? The Briscoes are waiting for their opportunity, but the champs didn’t even make it to the ring!
Kevin Kelly: Teo and Attitude just ambushed them champions!
The Briscoes sprint up the ramp and immediately start throwing punches at Teo and Attitude, trying to stop their assault and salvage their title match. The four men trade haymakers until Booker D and Stevie R stagger to their feet, joining in. The fight becomes a chaotic four-way brawl.
Suddenly, the Young Bucks music hits! The Bucks rush out and dive straight into the melee, kicking and superkicking anything that moves. Now it’s six men swinging, rolling down the ramp and around ringside!
Out of nowhere, the Acclaimed storm out, Max Caster swinging a mic, Anthony Bowens grabbing Attitude by the hair and throwing him into the guardrail. Seconds later, Pretty Deadly sashay onto the stage with smug smiles before getting into the fray themselves, throwing fists despite the chaos.
Now all six teams are fighting — fists, chairs, guardrails, the whole ringside area is a warzone. The Harlem Turtles, the champs, are left laid out in the rubble, their belts sprawled across the floor.
Referee Lance Storm makes his way to Jane Mouse.
Arn Anderson: We’ve just been robbed, folks. We were gonna see the Briscoes get their chance at the tag titles, and instead we got an all-out riot!
Kevin Kelly: This tag team division is completely out of control! Every one of these teams wants to be the ones carrying gold, and Shocker’s gotta step in and restore some order! I’ve never seen this in all my years with BWM Inc.
As refs and security flood the ring, desperately pulling teams apart, fists still break through. Jay Briscoe shoves a ref, Mark gets dragged back by three security guards, the Bucks are shouting over the pile, and the Harlem Turtles are still trying to catch their breath, clutching their titles.
The camera cuts to ring announcer Jane Mouse, who looks flustered as she takes the mic.
Jane Mouse: Ladies and gentlemen, due to this uncontrollable situation, the scheduled tag team championship match will not continue!
The crowd boos loudly as the chaotic scene lingers.
Kevin Kelly: Shocker better do something, because right now this whole division is eating itself alive!
The show abruptly cuts to commercial break with the brawl still raging.
SEGMENT THREE
The screen fades from black revealing a dim light bulb swaying overhead, casting shadows on a decrepit warehouse.
The camera pans slowly, showing the figures of the Guilty Remnant, dressed in white, their faces obscured by the shadows. The atmosphere is suffocating, as Brodie Lee looms in the center of the warehouse, his massive frame commanding attention.
At his side stand Brody King, Executioner, Alistair Black, and Splidder — all menacing, unmoving, like sentinels of something ancient and inevitable.
Mr. Brodie Lee: [slow, deliberate, voice heavy] Last week… we took out Randy Orton.
A low hum buzzes, as the camera tightens on Lee’s cold eyes. HIs voice deepens, each word measured.
Mr. Brodie Lee: Some of you may think that was random. A strike without purpose. But nothing we do… nothing the Guilty Remnant does… is random. It’s all perfectly sensible.
He begins pacing slowly, his boots echoing in the hollow space. The Remnant followers don’t move, their stillness amplifying his words.
Mr. Brodie Lee: For decades, Benny Mouse’s empire has thrived on lies. On control. On manipulation. And for nearly thirty years, men like Randy Orton… have been proud to be his soldiers. His poster boys. His weapons. Orton smiled for the cameras while Benny pulled the strings, and when the time came, he stood tall as the face of BWM Inc. He was rewarded… protected… elevated.
Brodie stops, staring into the lens with searing intensity.
Mr. Brodie Lee: And now, he’s back. Back in the same place, looking for the same favors. The same special treatment. Already, he’s had his shot at the world championship… a shot others bled and sacrificed for years to earn.
He sneers, his voice rising.
Mr. Brodie Lee: That makes Orton guilty. Guilty of enabling the Mouse Rule. Guilty of helping an erratic tyrant build his dynasty. Guilty of letting the cancer grow.
Brodie spreads his arms, as the Remnant behind him slowly raise their heads, silent, their presence suffocating.
Mr. Brodie Lee: Randy Orton was the first victim. But he will not be the last. Every name, every face, every soul who helped Benny Mouse tighten his grip… will be hunted. One by one, we will make them pay. Until there is nothing left of his dynasty but ashes and silence. And when the Guilty Remnant is finished… the Mouse bloodline will end. Forever.
The light bulb overhead suddenly shatters, as the scene concludes in total darkness.
In High Minded’s locker room, the clubhouse has been transformed into a makeshift courtroom.
A folding table has been draped with a die-dye sheet, serving as the Judge’s bench. Hulk Hogan, wearing his red-and-yellow gear plus a crooked judge’s wig, bangs a steel chair with a gavel painted on it
Judge Hulk Hogan: Alright, BROTHER, this court is now in session. The case of High Minded vs. Midget Hogan. Whatcha gonna do, Midget, when justice runs wild on you?
The camera pans to the jury box, where Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, and Randy Savage sit on folding chairs. Hall has a toothpick dangling, Nash looks like he just woke up, and Savage is wearing a powdered wig over his bandana.
Scott Hall: Hey yo… this better be quick. I got a six-pack waiting.
Judge Hulk Hogan: [gasping] I thought you were sober, brother?
Scott Hall: Yeah, no worries chico, it’s non-alcoholic.
Randy Savage: Justice waits for no man! Oooh yeah!
On the witness stand sits Lady Love, who is way too tall for the furniture in the make-shift court room.
Judge Hulk Hogan: First witness, Lady Love. What say you about Midget Hogan, brother?
Lady Love: Though it breaks my heart, I swear on everything that I love that Midget Hogan hired Jesse Hash to take out my sweet Young Crock! He didn’t want my baby boy in High Minded. He never wanted to be a step-daddy!
There are gasps from the courtroom. The camera cuts to Matt Riddle, who strolls up in flip-flops, holding a bag of Cool Rand Doritos like it’s evidence.
Matt Riddle: Broooo, like, facts. Midget tried to frame me, bro. Said I was angry about not getting, like, a good role in his wedding. Which… I mean, yeah, true, but like… I didn’t attack Crock, dude. That’s harsh.
Midget Hogan, standing at “defense,” points wildly at Riddle.
Midget Hogan: Objection, brother! He’s the one who’s jealous! After his fat girlfriend Piper Niven left for ULW, he was crying every night, saying he was gonna follow her! When he couldn’t, he took it out on Young Crock! That’s the truth, BROTHER!
Scott Hall: [flicking his toothpick] Sounds like projection to me, chico.
Hulk Hogan bangs his gavel, screaming for order, and demanding silence form the jurors. Lady Love gasps, clutching her chest. Hogan bangs the chair gavel again.
Judge Hulk Hogan: Order in the court, dude! Order!
Midget Hogan suddenly snaps, voice cracking.
Midget Hogan: FINE! You want the truth? I did it! I set it up! Everyone would be better off without Young Crock… or Matt Riddle! Lady Love baby-trapped me with this marriage, and I finally get why Kevin Kelly tried to stop it!
Lady Love screams in horror. Savage stands from the jury, pointing.
Randy Savage: CONFESSION, yeah! Case closed, DIG IT!
Midget Hogan: [pleading] Listen! Lady Love, we’ve both made mistakes! You kept a child from me… I made a mistake hiring Jesse Hash. Put this behind us, babe! If you really care about me, you’ll forgive me!
The jury huddles for a moment. Nash shrugs. Hall snickers. Savage pounds the table like a war drum.
Scott Hall: The verdict’s in, chico. We the jury find the defendant guilty as charged!
Judge Hulk Hogan: Midget Hogan, the sentence is… expulsion from High Minded, BROTHER!
Matt Riddle flips off his sandals in celebration, Lady Love faints, and the jurors all toss Slim Jims at Midget Hogan as security drags him away, screaming.
Midget Hogan: [being dragged out] You’ll regret this, brother! You’ll regret it!
Match # 3 | AEW/WWE Dual Dominion Championship
‘The American Nightmare’ Cody Rhodes (C) vs. Matt Cardona
Kevin Kelly: Here we go, folks — Cody Rhodes defending the AEW/WWE Dual Dominion Championship against Matt Cardona! It’s been weeks of back and forth since Matt Cardona arrived in AEW, and we’re finally about to settle this thing!
Arn Anderson: In their initial meeting, Rhodes tries to put Cardona’s accomplishments down. I love Cody, but Cardona has solidified himself as a multi-time world champion, something that Rhodes has never done. Cardona has gone from underdog to legit threat. He’s got a chip on his shoulder and a willingness to cut corners. That makes him dangerous.
As the bell sounds, Cody charges first, locking up with Cardona. They push back and forth, jockeying for control, the crowd roaring with every shove. Cody snatches a side headlock, wrenches it tight, but Cardona pushes him off.
Shoulder tackle by Cody! Cardona drops, pops up, but Cody leaps over him and nails a drop-down punch that staggers Cardona. Cody follows with a snap powerslam into a cover!
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Cardona kicks out!
Cardona scrambles to the corner, clutching his jaw, eyes wide at Cody’s early fire.
Arn Anderson: That’s Cody in his element. Fast start, making Cardona rethink his strategy.
Cody pulls Cardona up, looking for a vertical suplex, but Cardona slips behind, chop blocks Cody’s knee, and clubs him in the back of the head. A DDT plants Cody! Cardona goes for a cover!
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Cody kicks out!
Kevin Kelly: Matt Cardona taking advantage of one opening, and he nearly got him!
Cardona slows it down, stomping Cody’s shoulder, driving his knee into the small of Cody’s back, taunting the crowd. He hits a running boot to Cody in the corner, then a missile dropkick from the second rope. Cardona covers him again, and gets another near fall.
Cody fights back with chops, the crowd echoing “WOOO!” each time. He blocks a suplex, reverses into a delayed front suplex, holding Cardona in the air to show his strength before dropping him flat on his stomach.
Cody builds momentum — disaster kick out of nowhere! He covers!
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2.999!
Arn Anderson: Cardona’s still alive, but you can see him slowing down. That Disaster Kick nearly put him away.
Cody motions for Cross Rhodes, as the crowd erupts — but Cardona shoves him off into the ropes and nails Rhodes with the Radio Silence!
Cardona hooks the leg…
1…
2…
Cody kicks out!
Arn Anderson: That’s instinct. That’s the heart of a champion. But how many of those can he take?
The two men slug it out, center of the ring. Cody lands a bionic elbow that drops Cardona to his knees.
He signals to the crowd, bouncing off the ropes — Cody Cutter! The crowd counts along —one, two — Cardona barely drapes a foot on the rope!
Cody can’t believe it. He drags Cardona up, hooks for Cross Rhodes — but suddenly there’s movement on the ramp. Bobby Lashley, MVP, and Shelton Benjamin storm down toward the ring.
Kevin Kelly: What the hell are they doing out here? Lashley’s got no business here!
Arn Anderson: Rhodes and Lashey will meet in six days for the AEW World Heavyweight Championship, but the Hurt Syndicate would love to soften him up before Sunday!
The referee shouts at MVP and Benjamin on the apron. Lashley grabs Cody’s attention, shouting at him, pounding the mat. Cody lets go of Cardona, yelling back at Lashley, pointing at him, daring him to step in.
In the chaos, Cardona crawls up behind Cody… LOW BLOW! The crowd erupts in boos as Cody collapses.
Kevin Kelly: Oh, come on! Michael McMahon was tied up with the distraction, he didn’t see the low blow!
Cardona seizes the moment, and as Cody gets up he nearly takes his head off with the Radio Silence!
1…
2…
3!!!
The bell rings. Cardona rolls out immediately, clutching the Dual Dominion Championship. Lashley smirks at ringside while MVP claps slowly.
Jane Mouse: Here is your winner… and NEEEEEW AEW/WWE Dual Dominion Champion… Matt Cardona!
Kevin Kelly: I can’t believe it! Matt Cardona is the new champion, but he did it thanks to Bobby Lashley and his crew!
Arn Anderson: Thanks to the distraction, Matt Cardona adds another accolade to his storied career! Lashley wanted Cody distracted, and Cardona took advantage. And now he’s walking out with gold around his waist.
The camera lingers on Rhodes’ furious face, as the Hurt Syndicate smiles on pleased. Cardona, with the belt, hops over the barricade and blows a kiss, mouthing that he’s out of here.
Winner and NEW AEW Dual Dominion Champion: Matt Cardona
Match Time: 12:08
The show ends as Lashley stares down Rhodes, who looks totally dejected.
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