Live from Enmarket Arena | Savannah, GA | Crowd Size: 12,004
SEGMENT ONE
The official theme song of AEW Sympathy for the Devil
🎶 There’s something inside you 🎶
The camera pushes in slowly on an old Cathode Ray Tube television, a bulky, old screen leftover from a bygone era. As the instrumental swells, there’s a slow, analog hum as the screen flickers to life, the BWM Inc. and AEW logos flashing briefly as the camera continues toward the screen, before finally pushing through it, as if the viewer is being drawn inside.
🎶 I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel…🎶
🎶 I wanna drive you through the night, down the hills 🎶
The camera pushes in on a black room, with an old rotary phone placed atop a weathered end table. The phone rings once, as a gloved hand picks it up, and static hisses.
🎶 I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear 🎶
🎶 I’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear 🎶
As the hand lifts the phone, Danhausen’s distorted laugh bleeds through. There’s a flicker of static—then Sami Zayn appears, hunched in a dimly lit room, his eyes hollow. He stares at a flickering VHS tape, Benny Mouse’s face shifting grotesquely in the interference, half-human, half-mask.
🎶 There’s something inside you. It’s hard to explain. 🎶
🎶 They’re talkin’ about you, boy, but you’re still the same. 🎶
The feed warps into headlights cutting through thick fog. Jesse Hash drives a classic Mustang down a desolate road, Midget Hogan in the passenger seat, smoke curling in the moonlight as Hash exhales through his nose. His reflection stutters in the mirror — once himself, then a shadow wearing his face.
The image changes again — Matt Riddle sits alone in a locker room, taping his wrists, sweat rolling down his jaw. He pauses. His head lifts slowly. His eyes are sharp, unflinching, as if realizing the weight of the path he’s on.
🎶 I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel… 🎶
🎶 I wanna drive you through the night, down the hills 🎶
A storm brews over BWM Inc. Headquarters. Lightning cracks through the sky as Danhausen walks the alley below, dragging Benny’s hat across the concrete, the scrape echoing like a confession. Cut to Sami twisting his wedding ring, then to Megan Mouse-Zayn beneath crimson light, screaming as blood rain pours from above.
🎶 I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear 🎶
🎶 I’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear 🎶
Mr. Brodie Lee stands beneath a single light, his presence both divine and damned. Behind him, the Guilty Remnant in white robes bow their heads. The light flickers — and Randy Orton appears, pacing in a dark locker room, his bandaged face barely visible. In the mirror behind him, Brodie’s reflection lingers like a ghost that refuses absolution.
🎶 There’s something inside you. It’s hard to explain. 🎶
🎶 They’re talkin’ about you, boy, but you’re still the same. 🎶
Sean Olson sits on a steel chair, the AEW World Heavyweight Championship draped across his lap, his expression unreadable. Behind him, Paul Heyman whispers in his ear.
Smash cut to Will Ospreay, haloed in blinding white light, shadowboxing in slow motion. The rhythm of his strikes matches the beat — fury turned faith. Then, flashes: Ospreay’s victories, Sean Olson’s bloodied roar from his Last Man Standing match, the two men’s voices echoing from last week’s face-off.
🎶 I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel… (how I feel) 🎶
🎶 I wanna drive you through the night, down the hills (down the hills) 🎶
🎶 I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear (want to hear) 🎶
🎶 I’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear (have no fear) 🎶
Images strobe violently now — Megan Mouse-Zayn on the tron with “RUN” taped over her mouth, Executioner’s betrayal of Sami at Exodus, Benny Mouse’s blank stare dissolving into the Guilty Remnant’s silent march. Danhausen’s eerie smile flashes — then morphs seamlessly into Benny’s expressionless mask.
🎶 There’s something inside you. It’s hard to explain. 🎶
🎶 They’re talkin’ about you, boy, but you’re still the same. 🎶
The music fades into the low hum of static. The screen cuts to black — then faint light returns. Sami Zayn sits alone in front of the old CRT television. The glow of the screen paints his face pale. He speaks under his breath, barely audible.
Sami Zayn: When that steel door closes next, understand this… I’m coming to collect. There will be no Sympathy for the Devil.
The static grows louder. The television flickers — Benny Mouse’s face appears one last time, half-smiling. We cut back to the rotary phone from the beginning of the video, which Danhausen hangs up with a thud. As his eyes lock onto the camera, we hear Benny Mouse’s closing line from the World of Wrestling Draft:
Benny Mouse: If you come at the King, you best not miss!
As the opening video package concludes, the pyro explodes and Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly welcome us to Savannah, Georgia, the home of Sympathy for the Devil! Kelly notes that Savannah is known as one of the most haunted cities in America, making it a fitting home for tonight’s show. Anderson points out the Hell in a Cell, the dangerous structure looming ominously over the ring, and they run down the card for the show.
Match #1 | AEW World Heavyweight Championship
‘The Kinslayer’ Sean Olson (C) vs. ‘The Aerial Assassin’ Will Ospreay
Kelly and Anderson are cut off as “Elevated” hits, and the Enmarket Arena erupts into a massive pop for the challenger.
Kevin Kelly: Look at the focus in the eyes of Ospreay, Arn. Tonight, more than 4,000 miles away from his hometown, Ospreay’s finally got his first one on one shot at the AEW World Heavyweight Championship.
Arn Anderson: He’s talked a lot about the obstacles he’s faced en route to this moment; from a single mother working three jobs to keep the lights on to the bumps he’s taken in bingo halls and high school gymnasiums. Tonight, will those sacrifices be worth it, or will Ospreay’s road to glory face yet another speed bump?
“Hysteria” by Muse hits, and the crowd showers Paul Heyman in boos as he introduces the reigning, defending AEW World Heavyweight Champion, the slayer of beasts and kin, Sean Olson. The reaction for Olson is nuclear heat, as one of the most hated men in pro wrestling makes his way down the long aisle to the ring.
Kevin Kelly: Standing in Ospreay’s way is that man, Sean Olson, who has done everything he’s promised he’d do since arriving in All Elite Wrestling. How do you prepare for a match with a man like Olson, who’s willing to put down his own brother without mercy?
Arn Anderson: Olson also ended the reign of the Almighty Bobby Lashley, even if it was in controversial fashion. Whether you agree with his tactics or not, he earned my respect when he stood face to face with Lashley two weeks ago without fear. A lesser man would’ve cowered in front of a man like Lashley!
With the two men in the ring, standing eye to eye, Jane Mouse gives the introductions and the bell sounds. They cautiously circle one another, before Olson lunges forward with a side headlock, grinding it in tight.
Ospreay pushes him off and into the ropes, but Olson answers with a shoulder tackle that drops him hard. Ospreay immediately kips up, and the crowd roars. Olson smirks as Paul Heyman shouts instructions from the floor.
Ospreay wipes his boots on the mat as they reset, trading arm drags in the center of the ring. A fast paced sequence unfurls, as Ospreay whips Olson into the ropes, leapfrogs, drops down, ducks a lariat and connects with a Japanese arm drag. Olson gets to his feet quickly, as Ospreay drops him again with a leg sweep. Olson kips up and they arena explodes as they reach a stalemate.
Arn Anderson: Last week, Sean Olson said he’s the only man in the industry who gets better as he ages. Here, he’s going move for move with Ospreay, matching his speed and intensity. I think Ospreay came into this match expecting to have the speed advantage, but I’m not certain that’s the case!
Their staredown ends as Olson cracks Ospreay in the jaw with a stiff forearm, followed by some right hands. He sends him hard into the corner, as the impact of the turnbuckles on Ospreay’s back drops him to his knees.
Kevin Kelly: Sean Olson isn’t going to wrestle a pure match. He’s going to take as many cheap shots as he can, just to mess with Ospreay. He’s been so effective at getting into the AEW rosters’ heads over the past few months. Ospreay’s going to have to ignore him. If he takes the bait, it could be his demise.
Arn Anderson: And that’s the difference between these two men. Will Ospreay’s all about the five-star classics, and he wants to prove night in and night out that he’s the best pro wrestler in the world. Olson doesn’t care about that, he just wants to hurt Ospreay and keep his championship.
Olson isolates Ospreay in the corner, stomping him down with stiff kicks to the gut. He lifts him up by the hair, earning a warning from senior official Michael McMahon. He goes to lift him to the ropes, looking for the Olson Plunge, but Ospreay escapes. He scoops Olson off the second rope and drops him on his head with a Tiger Bomb!
Olson returns to his feet, albeit a little slowed from his earlier momentum. Ospreay launches a series of knife-edge chops before sending Olson into the ropes. Olson rebounds and Ospreay again leaps over him. Olson turns and eats a moonsault dropkick! Ospreay lands on his feet and hits a standing shooting star press!
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Olson gets his shoulder up!
Arn Anderson: We talked about how difficult it is to prepare for a man as dangerous as Olson, but how do you prepare for a man who can hit you in the jaw with a dropkick, land on his feet, and then hit a shooting star press?! When I was in the ring, that sort of offense was unfathomable.
Kevin Kelly: Ospreay’s offense is one of a kind, and his abilities to invent moves as he goes is one of the reasons he was such a sought after signing for BWM Inc. last year.
Olson rolls out of the ring to regroup. Heyman rushes to his side, whispering frantically. Ospreay takes advantage of the opening, sprints, and launches into a somersault plancha! He crashes into both Olson and Heyman, sending them to the floor.
Ospreay rolls Olson back into the ring, and goes to the apron. He measures him, and then leaps for the springboard forearm. However, Olson counters it midair, catching Ospreay with a superkick right to the jaw!
He lifts Ospreay up, hooks both arms, and then drops him head-first with an impaler double under hook DDT! He hooks the leg.
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Ospreay kicks out!
Arn Anderson: Look at Olson, he’s totally in his element right now. He’ll pick you apart and he’ll enjoy ever second of it!
Olson drags Ospreay into the corner, lifting him to the second rope. He joins him on the second rope and launches him to the mat with an avalanche back suplex! Olson measures him as he climbs back to the top rope, before launching with a shooting star press of his own!
Ospreay rolls out of the way at the last possible second, and Olson crashes to the mat! The crowd begins an “Ospreay” chant as they try to will the challenger to his feet.
Arn Anderson: Olson’s wrestled a much more grounded style since coming to AEW, but don’t forget he’s an aerial innovator. The man wrestled in the first Aerial Assault match. It has to get under his skin that Ospreay’s constantly praised for taking the style up a notch.
Both men get back to their feet and Olson rushes Ospreay. Ospreay hits a hook kick, before going for what at first looks to be a standing Spanish Fly, however, instead of flipping Olson with him, Ospreay flips alone and hooks Olson’s head, lifting him for a devastating Air Raid Driver! He lands positioned for the cover!
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2.999!
Kevin Kelly: How did Olson kick out of that? He landed right on his head!
Arn Anderson: Look at the frustration creeping across Ospreay’s face. He’s got to channel that anger. He was a millisecond away from becoming the champion, but he’s not going to beat the Kinslayer if he gets frustrated and starts making mistakes!
As Ospreay returns to his feet, Paul Heyman climbs onto the apron. Ospreay turns his focus to Heyman, getting in his face as McMahon steps between them. With the official distracted, Olson approaches from behind, connecting with a low blow to Ospreay! The crowd erupts into boos as Ospreay doubles over, and Paul Heyman gets down from the apron, a smirk across his face.
Kevin Kelly: It’s that sort of distraction that has Paul Heyman in the running for the most effective manager of the era. Every man he’s managed here in AEW, from Roman Reigns, Brock Lesnar, Brandon Lee and Olson have wrestled in championship matches. And two of them went on to be World Champion!
Olson lifts Ospreay back up, as he still clutches his groin from the low blow. He sends him into the ropes and catches Will with a back body drop, sending him over the ropes and to the apron. Somehow, Ospreay lands on his feet, and a frustrated Olson goes to the apron as well.
They trade punches until Olson explodes with a super kick out of nowhere! He catches Ospreay right on the jaw, and Ospreay stumbles but doesn’t fall. Ospreay fires back with a kick of his own, the force of which sends Olson toppling off the apron and onto the floor. As soon as Olson gets to his feet, Ospreay catches him with a stunning cannonball flip from the apron!
Arn Anderson: What a war we’re witnessing to kick off Sympathy for the Devil!
They work their way back into the ring, disrupting McMahon’s count that’d reached seven. Ospreay fires off some forearms and chips, before connecting with an enzuigiri. The crowd comes to life with each blow that Ospreay lands.
Ospreay explodes with a back suplex, and then hits the ropes, connecting with a basement dropkick. He hits the ropes again, but Olson kips up and connects with a meteora!
Ospreay doubles over, clutching his ribs. Olson charges again, but Ospreay catches him with a Spanish Fly out of nowhere! Both men are down, as the crowd breaks into a “This is awesome!” chant.
Kevin Kelly: Ospreay keeps hitting those big counters, but he’s been unable to capitalize!
Arn Anderson: I think you’re underestimating the long term damage of a low blow… you hit a guy there with that kind of force, and it’s gonna slow ya down!
Both men crawl to their knees, and meet in the center of the ring. They start exchanging rights, slowly getting to their feet. Ospreay throws a punch and connects, and Olson answers with a punch of own. Olson yells in frustration, as Ospreay roars. They both are fully to their feet now, as Ospreay spins and cracks Olson with a hook kick! Olson answers by hitting the ropes, connecting with the discus elbow!
Ospreay stumbles back, but has just enough energy to hit the ropes. He flies at Olson, connecting with the Hidden Blade to the back of his head! The crowd is deafening!
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Thre—
OLSON KICKS OUT!
Arn Anderson: Will Ospreay got all of that, and Sean Olson still kicked out! That’s the grit and determination of the World Heavyweight Champion!
Ospreay backs into the corner, breathing heavy. He yells for Olson to stand up. Olson staggers to his feet, and Ospreay charges. OsCutter attempt! Olson shoves him off midair, and answers with a Crucifix Driver!
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Ospreay gets his shoulder up!
Heyman pounds the apron, shouting at McMahon in frustration. Determined to put Ospreay away, Olson lifts him up and positions him for a muscle buster! Ospreay counters with the poison ran, and Olson lands disturbingly on his neck!
Both men are down again, as the “This is awesome!” chants resume. Ospreay reaches his feet, dragging Olson’s lifeless body to the corner. Slowly, he climbs the ropes, the crowd rising from their seats as he reaches the top. He leaps… 450 Splash! But Olson rolls out of the way!
Ospreay lands on his feet, as Olson goes for another desperation low blow right in front of the official! This time, Ospreay blocks it, kicking his arm away and catching him with a superkick!
Ospreay pulls Olson in, lifting him for the Stormbreaker! Olson slips free, and drills Ospreay with a headbutt! Both men stagger, Olson screams, hits the ropes, and connects with a Hidden Blade!
Arn Anderson: That’s Ospreay’s move! The champ just floored the challenger with the Hidden Blade!
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OSPREAY KICKS OUT!
Olson falls to his knees, clutching his head. Heyman’s losing his mind at ringside, barking orders for Olson to finish him. Olson stands slowly, grabbing Ospreay by the hair and pulling him to the ropes… he climbs…
OLSON PLUNGE!!!
He gets all of it!
Just as he’s about to cover, the arena lights cut! Ten seconds of total darkness turns into twenty, as the fans stir.
A spotlight illuminates the rafters…
IT’S BRANDON LEE!!!
Olson looks as if he’s seen a ghost, as the lights come back on and Lee vanishes. The crowd’s chanting “Holy shit!” as Olson’s eyes are wide with shock, and Heyman’s face turns pale.
Olson turns… OsCutter connects!!!
Ospreay screams from the corner, his veins bulging… Olson rises slowly… HIDDEN BLADE!
Arn Anderson: My God! The force of that elbow about took Olson’s head off!
Kevin Kelly: This is it, Arn! This is Ospreay’s moment!
Olson’s body crumbles from the force, but Ospreay doesn’t cover! He hoists him up…
STORMBREAKER!!!
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Winner and NEW AEW World Heavyweight Champion: Will Ospreay
Match Time: 28:30
Kevin Kelly: He’s done it! Ospreay’s done it! WILL OSPREAY IS THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!
Olson rolls out of the ring with Heyman’s help, and they retreat as quickly as Olson’s beaten body will allow.
Arn Anderson: Nobody’s heard from Brandon Lee in months, Kevin! He’d been forgotten! Olson boasted that he slayed him, but tonight, Brandon Lee’s arrival was the opportunity that Ospreay needed. He took advantage of the distraction, and now he’s the heavyweight champion!
Kevin Kelly: Olson’s said for months that he retired Brandon Lee… but did that look like a man who was finished to you?
Ospreay climbs the turnbuckle, the championship held high above his head as the fans roar, and tears well up in his eyes. Confetti drops from the ceiling as celebratory pyro explodes.
Kevin Kelly: What a moment, Arn! From a 14-year-old kid in Essex reading wrestling magazines… a young man who rose through the ranks of international federations to become a celebrated champion… to his arrival in America… Will Ospreay has just completed his decades long journey!
SEGMENT TWO
In the hallway backstage, BWM Inc’s Head of Security, the Big Boss Man, is walking reluctantly towards the High Minded locker room, as Hulk Hogan guides him just out of view of the camera.
Hulk Hogan: [off screen] Com’n brother, this will just take a sec…
Big Boss Man: I’m way too busy for this, man. Tonight of all nights, I don’t have time to judge your group’s costume contest…
Hulk Hogan: [off screen] You need to lighten up, dude! It’s Halloween!
Big Boss Man reaches the club house door, and lets out a heavy sigh.
Big Boss Man: Fine, let’s make this quick. If anything happens while I’m judging, Benny and Danhausen will kill me.
The door opens, and Big Boss Man enters. The camera still avoids showing Hogan, as it pans across the room. Fog machines are going full blast, fake cobwebs hang from the ceiling, and a giant banner that reads “High Minded Halloween Costume Contest” is hung crooked on the back wall. The whole scene looks the aftermath of a Spirt Halloween clearance sale.
Nash’s hand enters the frame, as he gives Boss Man a clipboard. The camera stays tight on Boss Man’s face, his expression one of a man who’s aged ten years in five minutes.
Big Boss Man: Okay, who’s up first?
Kevin Nash: Behold! I’m the man, the myth… the legend himself, Master Splinter! Father figure extraordinare, mentor, and landlord to four mutant dependents!
Nash spins around, twirling a rat tail staff.
Scott Hall: [off screen] Hey yo, you look like Stuart Little after a bender, chico!
The room erupts in laughter, as the camera refocuses on Big Boss Man’s face. He doesn’t look amused.
Big Boss Man: Next?
Scott Hall steps up, showing off his costume.
Big Boss Man: Oh, neat. You’re the Flash?
Scott Hall: [incredulous] No way, chico! I’m Dragonfly! Can’t you see? I’m gonna win one more world title!
Big Boss Man: Yeah, yeah. Sure you are. Next?
The Macho Man steps forward, in his elaborate costume, spinning in a circle for the entire group to see.
Kevin Nash: What the hell, Randy? Why didn’t you dress up?
Randy Savage: What?! I’m Jesse ‘The Body’ Ventura, ya dig?
Kevin Nash: Hmm… it’s missing something… I don’t know, I think you need more Car?
Scott Hall: Well, that’s been true of the dude’s entire final run…
Big Boss Man: [growing increasingly annoyed] Okay, okay. This is taking forever. Next?
The camera finally pans to Hogan for the first time, as he steps forward, flexing.
Hulk Hogan: [posing hard] BROTHER! Feast your eyes on the original tuna melt himself… the one, the only… the BADASS SLAMMU! Half man, half great white, all protein!
As he’s flexing dramatically, he almost rips his rubber shark fin clean off.
Kevin Nash: [deadpan] That fin’s got more muscle definition than you, Terry.
Hogan huffs, getting in Nash’s face.
Hulk Hogan: What’d I tell you about using my government name?
Big Boss Man: Oh my God, can we please wrap this up?
Finally, the camera pans to reveal Matt Riddle.
Matt Riddle: [pushing a toy DeLorean] Great Scott, bros! I’m the good Doc, Doc Brown! [Riddle grabs at his package] After I kick Jesse Hash’s ass tonight, I’m showin’ all the girls my flux capacitor!
Suddenly, the lights flicker, and there’s a loud electrical noise coming from right outside of the room. Smoke fills in from under the locker room door, as everyone starts to scramble. Riddle screams, “FIRE!” as they rush to the door.
VOICE: [From Outside] MARTYYYYY!!! WHERE ARE WE?!
Riddle rips the door upon in a panic, and he stumbles right into the actual Doc Brown! He’s standing in the doorway with his eyes wild, and his hair untamed.
Doc Brown: [screaming frantically in Riddle’s face] OH DEAR GOD! THE BUDGET’S SMALLER THAN LAST TIME! I OVERSHOT 1985 BY… [he checks a watch made of duct tape] TWO PROMOTIONS AND A WRITE-OFF CLAUSE!
Matt Riddle: [offended, turning to Boss Man] Whoa, that bro stole my costume!
Doc Brown: [frantic] Costume?! I just traveled through time, space, and two seasons of Jeff Murrey’s mood swings!
Big Boss Man: [exasperated] Enough! Enough! I’m picking a winner so I can get the hell out of here. [he quickly scans the room] The winner of the High Minded Halloween Costume Contest is… Matt Riddle!
Doc Brown: WHAT?! But I’m the REAL DOC BROWN!
Boss Man hands Riddle a trophy and mumbles something about hating his job as he leaves the locker room.
Doc Brown: [grabbing his hair] This timeline is DOOMED! YOU’VE CREATED A PARADOX OF STUPIDITY!
Doc Brown screams, presses a button on his watch, and vanishes in a burst of sparks that sets off the fog machine.
Hulk Hogan: [coughing through smoke] Brother, did we just sign a time traveler, or lose one??
Back at ringside, Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly discuss what we’ve just witnessed.
Arn Anderson: I can’t believe what just happened, Kevin. Is Doc Brown truly the newest member of All Elite Wrestling?
Kevin Kelly: That was one of the most surreal scenes I’ve ever sat through, and I’ve slept with Lady Love!
Arn Anderson: That Slammu costume is going to haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.
Match #2 | Exhibition Match
Randy Orton vs. Mr. Brodie Lee
Kevin Kelly: Switching gears, Arn, this one has gotten personal. For months, we’ve seen Mr. Brodie Lee stalking the locker room, scooping up anyone who’d join his mission of ending what he’s called the Mouse family’s tyranny, and their enablers.
Arn Anderson: Randy Orton made his return to BWM Inc. after a shocking post-Draft trade. The kind of trade that’d normally be in the headlines for months, was unfortunately overshadowed by all the controversy surrounding Jade Cargill.
Kevin Kelly: Orton immediately set his eyes on the top prize in the game, the AEW World Heavyweight Championship, but MJF cost him his match with Bobby Lashley. And before Orton even had time to react, Mr. Brodie Lee and the Guilty Remnant locked onto him.
Arn Anderson: And let’s not forget, it was just a week ago that Orton suffered a fireball to the face, thanks to Aleister Black. There’s no way he’s heading into this one at 100 percent.
The bell rings and both men circle the ring, their eyes locked on one another in quiet contempt.
Orton lunges at Lee, and they tie up. Orton twists him into a side headlock, but Lee shoves him off and sends him into the ropes. On the rebound, Orton hits Lee with a shoulder tackle, but Brodie barely budges!
Arn Anderson: Randy Orton’s not a small man… but Mr. Brodie Lee just shook him off like he was nothing!
Orton doesn’t let up, hitting the ropes and hitting a second shoulder tackle. Brodie stumbles a bit, but still doesn’t budge much. Orton goes for it a third time, but Lee fires back with a thunderous lariat that knocks Orton clear out of the ring!
On the outside, Orton paces, his hands on his hips as he tries to shake it off. Kelly says Orton can’t let Lee get in his head, or he’s doomed tonight. He slides back into the ring and immediately goes back on the offense. He connects with a kick to the gut that doubles Lee over, followed by a European uppercut that staggers the big man.
Orton whips him into the corner, and charges at him with a clothesline. Lee still doesn’t fall, as he stumbles to the center of the ring. He walks right into Orton’s patented powerslam, as Orton goes for an early cover!
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Lee kicks out with authority.
Arn Anderson: We’ve talked about how Orton can’t let Lee get in his head, but on the other hand, Lee can’t let Orton dictate the pace of this match. If Orton controls the pace, he’ll slow things down, and the next thing Lee knows, he’ll be waking up wondering who turned the lights off!
Kevin Kelly: It’s kind of hard to believe that this is Lee’s debut in BWM Inc. He’s been such a major player so far this season, but tonight’s the first time he’s stepping into an AEW ring.
Arn Anderson: Of course, he’s a former EWA tag team champion under the ring name Luke Harper, but that was a different era.
Orton catches Lee with a chinlock, grinding his forearm against Brodie’s jaw. The crowd starts clapping, trying to cheer Randy on. Brodie fights to his feet and forces Orton to release the hold with an elbow to his gut.
He whips Orton into the ropes and floors him with a huge big boot! Brodie follows it up with a rolling senton, into the cover.
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Orton kicks out!
Lee grabs Orton by his legs, sending him flying into the corner with a slingshot. Orton’s head hits the turnbuckle, agitating his injured eye. As Orton grabs at his burn, Lee hits a slingshot suplex onto the top rope!
Orton tumbles to the outside, hitting the floor gasping for air. Lee follows him, and rams Orton back-first into the barricade twice, before launching him across the announce table.
Kevin Kelly: Mr. Brodie Lee is manhandling Randy Orton!
Arn Anderson: Lee is 280 pounds of angry conviction!
Lee clears the commentary table as Arn and Kevin back up, away from the action. He grabs Orton and drops him onto the wood with a back suplex! The table bends, but doesn’t break.
Lee rolls him back into the ring and climbs to the top rope. Before Lee can do whatever it is he’s planning to do, Orton jumps up and hits him with a forearm, sending him tumbling to the apron.
As Lee gets up and tries to reenter the ring, Orton follows up with his signature hanging DDT off the second rope!
Kevin Kelly: That could be the opening Orton needed!
Arn Anderson: Look out, Lee! The Viper is ready to strike!
Orton coils into position, pounding the mat. He lunges for the RKO, but Lee shoves him off and hits a superkick!
Orton stumbles, as Lee catches him with another one! Lee doesn’t let up, connecting with a huge sitout powerbomb into the cover!
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2.999!
Orton kicks out!
Arn Anderson: Brodie Lee’s gonna have to damn near decapitate Orton to keep him down!
The two men rise slowly, trading hellacious right hooks in the center of the ring. Orton sneers, spits on the mat, and slaps Brodie right in the face! Brodie responds with a discus lariat, but Orton ducks it…
RKO!
The crowd gasps as Orton crawls for the cover, but before he can reach him, Lee rolls out of the ring!
Kevin Kelly: Lee’s instincts save him there!
Arn Anderson: That’s the sort of ring awareness you just can’t teach!
Furious, Orton follows him to the outside. He lifts him up and goes for a second RKO! Lee counters mid-motion, reversing it into a half nelson suplex onto the floor!
Both men are down, as junior official Lance Storm starts the count.
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Lee rises to his feet, and gives the crowd a “Yeah yeah yeah!” before lifting Orton up by his head.
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Lee rolls Orton back into the ring!
Lee reaches the apron and dives over the ropes with a senton splash, before lifting Orton back to his feet. Orton fires back with some right hands, screaming that he’s going to put an end to this. Brodie screams that he’s wasting his breath, before nearly taking his head off with the discus lariat!
He scoops Orton back up, lifts him by throat, and slams him with the Brodie Bomb (a sitout choke bomb) as he covers…
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Kevin Kelly: Unbelievable! Mr. Brodie Lee just pinned Randy Orton clean in the middle of the ring!
Arn Anderson: And he had no help from the Remnant! That was all Brodie Lee!
He rises and as Storm tries to raise his hand, he pulls it back. His expression is unreadable as Lee doesn’t celebrate, he just looks to the fallen viper as if he’s a man who just did what he had to do…
Winner: Mr. Brodie Lee
Match Time: 14:57
SEGMENT THREE
The show returns from break with grainy black and white footage, a timestamp flickering in the top right corner. The camera hums quietly, fixed in a dim corridor lined with production crates and cables.
From the far end of the hallway, Benny Mouse emerges, as he walks to a group of production members. Behind him, moving with strange, twitching rhythm, is Danhausen.
They stop in front of the show’s director, a headset around his neck and a clipboard in hand. The director is clearly busy, but Benny doesn’t seem to care.
The security camera footage doesn’t pick up sound clearly, but Benny’s high-pitched voice carries enough for us to hear him.
Benny Mouse: [measured, deliberate] You got my note, right? I just need you to understand, under no circumstances are you to cut to me during the Hell in a Cell match tonight. Not once.
The director looks a little confused, as he glances toward Danhausen.
Danhausen leans forward, his face inches away from the director’s. His eyes bulge, as his lips curl into an uncanny grin.
Danhausen: You will not pan, you will not zoom. You will not show Benny at any point after the match begins.
The director looks from Danhausen back to Benny, who is staring at the floor, his breathing uneven and his hand twitching slightly at his side.
Benny Mouse: [muttering to himself] If he goes down… I don’t know what happens next…
Danhausen’s gaze does not move from the director.
Danhausen: So we are in agreement? You will keep your lens fixed on the ring, and you will not disobey.
There’s a brief pause, but the director nods, his fear visable through the grainy black and white footage.
Benny looks up at him, but a flicker of the fluorescent lights above makes his expression hard to read. For a brief second, Benny’s face looks blank… his lips moving soundlessly, his eyes glassy.
Danhausen watches him without emotion. He reaches out, resting his hand steadily on Benny’s shoulder. The tremor in Benny’s body immediately ceases.
Danhausen: [quietly, to Benny] Stay anchored. You’re still here.
Benny blinks, regains focus, and straightens his jacket.
Benny Mouse: [to the director] That’s all, son. Just… don’t cross me.
He turns and starts walking away. Danhausen lingers behind for a brief second, staring at the director. When he’s sure that the director understands their orders, he follows Benny down the hallway.
Match #3 | No Holds Barred
Matt Riddle vs. Jesse Hash w/ Midget Hogan
Riddle is out first, looking completely different than when we saw him earlier tonight. His typical light-hearted nature has been replaced by a man desperate for revenge. “Blackout” by Heatmiser hits, and Jesse Hash makes his first ever AEW entrance with Midget Hogan at his side, the crowd drowning out his theme music with their boos.
Kevin Kelly: Have you ever seen Matt Riddle look so serious, Arn?
Arn Anderson: We’re about to witness what could have been, under different circumstances, a dream match based on mutual respect! Riddle has waited weeks to get revenge on Midget Hogan, after Hogan tried to frame him for the attack of Young Crock, and then Lady Love herself! Riddle’s looking for payback!
Kevin Kelly: But the problem with fighting for revenge, Arn, is sometimes it blinds you. Hash isn’t the type you can take your eyes off of, not even for a second. He’s a former Undisputed Champion.
Arn Anderson: You mean that belt Rollins peed on?
Kevin Kelly: Well, there was a time before it went to PWI and ULW where it actually mattered. But we digress!
As the bell sounds, Riddle and Hash lock up. Hash immediately tries for a roll up, but Riddle kicks out at a short two count.
Riddle pops right back to his feet, briefly looking towards Midget Hogan before glaring at Hash. Hash smirks, brushes his hair back, as the crowd boos. They circle again, both men moving quickly, as they launch into a serious of countering arm drags, leg sweeps, and kicks. They reach another stalemate after showing off their athleticism.
Arn Anderson: Both these boys can move, but I don’t think they came here to wrestle pretty!
Riddle charges, catching Hash with a series of palm strikes, before lighting him up with Muay Thai knees. Riddle goes for a roundhouse, but Hash ducks it and fires back with a spinning heel kick that drops Riddle to his knee.
Hash hits the ropes, and bounces, only for Riddle to pop up and level him with a leaping knee to the face!
The crowd roars as Riddle rains down hammer fists, his emotion getting the better of him. Midget Hogan’s on the floor, shouting, “Easy brother, don’t hurt the moneymaker!”
Riddle pulls Hash up by his hair and whips him into the corner. He charges at him, hitting a running knee strike. Hash folds on impact, collapsing to the mat, as Hogan grabs a hold of him and rolls him to the outside under the bottom rope.
Riddle rolls to the outside as well, as he comes face to face with a terrified Midget Hogan! Hogan throws his arms up in a defensive position, begging Riddle to back off and hear him out, shouting that he can explain everything.
Arn Anderson: Midget Hogan doesn’t seem to realize that the time for explanations has passed!
Kevin Kelly: Ever since Midget Hogan joined High Minded, there’s been tension between him and Riddle. It was on this night one year ago that Midget Hogan included everyone else in his wedding as groomsmen, relegating Riddle to “Chief of Vibes.”
Riddle stalks Hogan, who continues to back up. Before he can get to him, however, Hash strikes him from behind with a double axe handle. As Riddle falls to the floor, Midget Hogan reaches under the ring and grabs a steel chair. He hands it to Hash.
Kevin Kelly: Oh no! This is practically a two on one match, as the rules are clearly out the window!
Arn Anderson: It’s No Holds Barred, Kevin! What’d you expect!
Hash swings for the fences, but Riddle ducks and the chair clangs off the ring post. The force causes Hash to drop the chair, and it echos with a metallic thud as it hits the floor. Riddle grabs a fist full of hair and rams Hash head-first into the steps!
Riddle drapes Hash over the steps as he climbs the barricade, launching off and connecting with a diving leg drop across Hash’s neck!
Arn Anderson: Hash has had a hell of a career, and with any long career in this industry, your neck becomes a weak point. Us wrestlers talk about our “Bump Cards,” how many big moves we can absorb in our careers… Hash’s Bump Card may have reached it’s limit!
Riddle tosses Hash back inside, as he goes to the apron. He launches himself as Hash reaches his feet, hitting a springboard splash! Hash gets back to his feet and Riddle fires back with the ripcord knee! He covers!
1…
2…
Hash stays alive!
Riddle goes for the Broton (rolling senton), but Hash moves out of the way. Hash lifts him up and connects with a pile driver! Instead of covering him, however, he hollers for Midget Hogan, who slides the steel chair into the ring.
Hash sets it up in the corner, as lifts Riddle back to his feet. Riddle catches him with a kick to the gut, and lifts him onto his shoulders for the Bro to Sleep. However, Hash panics and starts flailing, able to get out of the move.
Kevin Kelly: I think Jesse Hash just had a flashback to his storied rivalry with CM Punk!
Riddle whips Hash towards the chair in the corner, but Hash leaps up, plants a foot onto the chair, and springboards off it with a backflip kick right to Riddle’s face!
Kevin Kelly: Like him or hate him, Hash knows his way around that ring. For more than two decades, Jesse Hash has proven he’s all reflex inside that squared circle!
With Riddle down, Hash climbs to the top rope. He measures Riddle, before launching with the 4:20 Splash! He gets all of it, as Midget Hogan screams, “That’s my guy!” from the outside!
1…
2…
Thre—
Riddle gets the shoulder up!
Frustrated, Hash lifts Riddle back to his feet. But Riddle is fired up, and launches Hash with a gutwrench suplex! Hash stumbles back, and Riddle catches him with another one!
Riddle transitions into mounted elbows, screaming as he strikes Hash. He grabs Hash’s arms, trying to lock in the BroMission! Hash resists, bitting Riddle’s forearm and escaping the hold!
As Riddle gets to his feet near the ropes, Hash fires off a missile dropkick that sends Riddle to the outside. Hash hits the ropes, and then leaps over, connecting with a plancha!
He scoops Riddle up, laying him across the announce table, still cleared from earlier when Lee dropped Orton onto the desk. Hash returns to the apron, and then climbs the ropes… 4:20 Splash! Riddle rolls out of harm’s way, as Hash explodes through the table!
“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”
Arn Anderson: That’s what we in the business call a hard landing, son!
Both men are down, as Midget Hogan starts pacing frantically. Riddle rises to his feet and sees Hogan’s fear and frustration. He turns his attention towards Hogan, who backs himself into a corner trying to get away!
Riddle reaches Hogan as he screams that this one’s for Lady Love and Young Crock. He lifts Hogan up…. BRO TO SLEEP connects! The crowd explodes as Riddle hits the move, Hogan finally getting what he deserves!
As Riddle turns back to focus on Hash, he’s met with a chair to the face! Hash swings again, connecting once more, as blood pours from Riddle’s face!
Hash rolls him back inside, and follows. He places Riddle seated in the corner, and wedges the chair between the ropes. He goes to the opposite end of the ring… COAST TO COAST connects!
He covers Riddle!
1…
2…
2.999!
RIDDLE STAYS ALIVE!
In disbelief, Hash scoops the. bloodied Riddle back up to his feet. Riddle responds with a Pele kick! He launches Hash across the ring with an exploder suplex, before letting out a maniacal roar.
He lifts Hash up…
BRO DERRICK IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
Suddenly, the camera widens, as we see four men emerging from all sides of the audience… through the crowd comes Powerhouse Will Hobbs, Lex Luger, Brian Cage, and Flex Fuller!
Arn Anderson: What the hell? That’s the Flex Squad!
Riddle gets to his feet, ready to try to fight them off, but he’s totally surrounded! Lugar is first in the ring, and he clubs him in the back of the head with the titanium plated forearm! Powerhouse Hobbs lifts Riddle and drops him with the Burning Hammer! Cage scoops up Riddle’s lifeless body and drops him with the Drill Claw (a sitout Falcon Arrow/inverted piledriver) before Flex Fuller grabs the chair, and begins cracking it mercilessly across Riddle’s back!
The Flex Squad stands in ever corner of the ring, with Riddle down in the middle of the mat. Hogan’s back up, his lips twisting into a sinister grin. Hash ascends the top rope…
4:20 Splash!
1…
2…
3!!!
Winner: Jesse Hash
Match Time: 16:25
Kevin Kelly: My God, what have we just witnessed? The Flex Squad and Jesse Hash just murdered Matt Riddle!
Arn Anderson: And look at the look on Midget Hogan’s face! He looks even happier than he did last year on his wedding night!
Kevin Kelly: Folks, what an absolute horror show we have witnessed tonight, but I am not sure any of that will compare to what’s up next… don’t go anywhere, when we return, it’s Hell in a Cell!
SEGMENT FOUR
Match #4 | Hell in a Cell
Sami Zayn vs. Danhausen
As the show returns from break, the camera pans up as the ominous steel Hell in a Cell structure descends.
The crowd is electric, as “World’s Collide” hits, and Sami Zayn makes his way to the ring for the first time since he confronted Danhausen at Exodus last season. He enters through the opened cell door, and paces the ring as he waits for his opponent.
Kevin Kelly: Look at the look in Sami’s eyes, Arn. The Chairman of BWM Inc. entered into last year’s Sympathy for the Devil main event with fear and cowardice, but this is a different Sami than last year. He doesn’t look scared to me, Arn, he looks ready.
Arn Anderson: Sami knows he’s in for the fight of his life, and that the devil’s not going to leave quietly.
“Metalingus” hits as Benny Mouse and Danhausen step through the tunnel to boos so loud it shakes the floor inside the arena. Benny Mouse is being carried on an exact replica throne that his older brother Mickey once sat atop. The guards carrying the throne drop it at the top of the stage, where Benny Mouse nods, and Danhausen begins to make his way to the ring.
Arn Anderson: Take a good look at the founder of BWM Inc., Kevin! As we heard earlier tonight, this might be the last shot we see of him, because the director has been ordered to keep the camera off Benny throughout the duration of this match.
Kevin Kelly: It’s clear to me that Benny Mouse doesn’t want the world to see what happens to him if and when Danhausen is knocked out cold. I’ll never forget the look of terror and confusion in Benny’s eyes when the Brodie Lee and the Guilty Remnant leveled Danhausen a few weeks ago.
As Danhausen reaches the ring, surrounded by the terrifying structure, senior official Michael McMahon waits for him at the cell’s door. However, before Danhausen can step into the cage, Sami Zayn charges at him with a Helluva Kick, sending him from the door way into the barricade! Zayn steps through the doorway and begins firing off wild haymakers, as the two aren’t even in the cell yet and already, all hell as broken loose!
Kevin Kelly: What did I tell ya, Arn? Sami’s not afraid! He’s been through hell already at the hands of Danhausen and his father in law Benny Mouse, there’s nothing left for him to fear!
He grabs a fist full of Danhausen’s hair and sends him flying face first into to steel mesh! He doesn’t let up, slamming Danhausen’s head repeatedly off the cage!
Junior official Lance Storm, BWM Inc. Head of Security Big Boss Man, and even Knockouts Official Kenzie rush to ringside, joining McMahon in their attempts to get Sami inside the cell. They plead with Zayn, who finally tosses Danhausen inside the steel structure. He follows, as the door slam shuts behind them and McMahon calls for the bell!
Arn Anderson: And HERE we go! This one’s officially underway!
Sami heads right back for Danhausen, who now is ready for him, and hits him with an uppercut to the jaw. Sami finally starts to show the first signs of hesitation, as he retreats from Danhausen, creating some distance in the space between the cell and the ring.
Danhausen follows closely, step for step, his pace slow but terrifying. Sami slides into the ring and hits the ropes, connecting with a dropkick to Danhausen just as he starts to get on the apron. Danhausen flies off the apron and into the steel.
Arn Anderson: Zayn’s strategy here in the early goings has been smart, he’s keeping the monster off balance.
Kevin Kelly: There’s a thin line between smart and desperation tonight, Arn.
Zayn baseball slides to the outside under the bottom ropes, connecting with a running forearm that sandwiches Danhausen’s face against the cell wall. He grabs him by the hair once more, and again slams his head into the steel one, twice, and then a third time! He’s screaming, “What the fuck did you do to my wife?” all the while.
Danhausen doesn’t fall, however. He instead turns, slowly, his eyes blood shot. Sami’s expression crumbles, as if he’s seen a ghost.
Kevin Kelly: “Oh, no… oh, no, no, no!”
Arn Anderson: Sami Zayn’s got the look of a man who’s just realized this isn’t a fight he can outthink!
Danhausen grabs Sami by the throat with both hand, and throws him in the pace between the ring and the cell. Zayn tries to get to his feet, but Danhausen connects with a boot that sends him flying into the steel steps!
Danhausen lifts him up, muttering something the camera doesn’t quite pick up, something low and rhythmic, perhaps an incantation. He lifts Sami and tosses him shoulder first into the ring post!
Zayn screams, clutching his arm in agony. Danhausen grabs the same arm, twisting it, and rams it into the post repeatedly, as the crowd winces with each crash.
Danhausen whips Zayn into the cage wall. As Sami rebounds, Danhausen levels him with a big boot to the jaw that sends Sami to the ground.
Arn Anderson: This is the most violent I’ve ever seen Danhausen, and that’s saying something!
Kevin Kelly: He’s not even breathing hard!
Danhausen lifts Sami once more, but this time Zayn fights back. He gouges Danhausen’s eye with his thumb, creating some space. He drops Danhausen with a DDT onto the floor! The crowd gasps as Danhausen’s head hits the concrete.
Sami scrambles to his feet, as the camera pushes in and we see he’s bleeding from his lips. Zayn reaches under the ring and retrieves a steel chair.
He lifts it up and cracks Danhausen across the back! CRACK! And another one! And another! And another!
Danhausen falls to one knee, his body twitching with each blow.
Kevin Kelly: This is more than a year’s worth of frustration coming out of Sami Zayn. He’s exorcising those demons one swing at a time!
Zayn hurls the chair to the ground, screaming “STAY DOWN!” He looks towards the stage, locking eyes with Benny Mouse. Per Benny’s orders, the camera doesn’t pan, and we don’t get to see Benny’s reaction.
As Zayn hollers towards Benny, Danhausen slowly rises behind him.
Danhausen grabs Sami by his hair and throws him into the ring. He stalks after him again, grabbing the chair. He raises the weapon and swings, but Zayn ducks. He kicks him in the gut and sends Danhausen sprawling with the Blue Thunder Bomb!
Kevin Kelly: Blue Thunder Bomb! He’s got him!
Arn Anderson: Hook the leg, kid! Hook it!
Zayn covers!
1…
2…
Danhausen gets his shoulder up.
Sami rises back to his feet, his eyes widening in shock as Danhausen sits up, zombie style. Sami stumbles back in disbelief…
Suddenly, there’s a commotion on the outside of the cell, and the camera pans to catch the 800-pound Armageddon approaching! As Armageddon reaches the cell door, he rips it from its hinges with one effortless swoop!
Sami rolls to the outside, and isn’t far from the doorway as Armageddon stalks him like prey, entering the cell.
Arn Anderson: What the hell is this? The cell was supposed to keep people out, but Armageddon just ripped that door clean off like it was a piece of paper!
Kevin Kelly: Sami had to have expected that Benny Mouse would use everything at his disposal to prevent him from winning.
Sami launches at Armageddon and hits him with the Helluva Kick, but the monster barely budges! The crowd erupts as “Rock Bottom” hits, and Master Splinter sprints down the ramp with a chair in hand!
Kevin Kelly: Wait a second, that’s Splinter, and he’s got the great equalizer!
Before Armageddon can lay waste to Sami, Splinter cracks the chair across his back! And then again! And again! Armageddon, like he’s swatting off a gnat, turns towards Splinter, furious.
Arn Anderson: If you would have told me two years ago that Splinter would save Sami Zayn, I’d have laughed in your face.
He starts a slow march towards Splinter, who cracks the chair across Armageddon’s head. Armageddon steps back, but doesn’t fall. Splinter hits him again, and Armageddon stumbles towards Sami, who connects with another Helluva Kick, this time flooring the monster!
Zayn gives Splinter a nod of approval, before heading outside of the cage. The Harlem Turtles emerge, and Sami’s backed into a corner!
Kevin Kelly: As if Armageddon wasn’t enough?!
Splinter cracks Booker D with the chair, nearly knocking his head off! He kicks Stevie R in the gut, drops the chair, and then levels him with the Spinal Cord Spiral ONTO THE CHAIR!
Arn Anderson: Splinter’s finally getting revenge on those damn turncoats!
Before Splinter can do anything else, he’s caught by Danhausen! Danhausen lifts him up and positions him… VERY NICE, VERY KNEEVIL (GTS) connects! He follows Sami to the outside of the cell, as Sami climbs!
The crowd rises as Sami is about halfway up the structure, and it isn’t long before Danhausen is following behind!
Kevin Kelly: Oh dear God, not there… not up there!
Arn Anderson: You knew it was coming… every time someone climbs that cage, you know something bad’s about to happen!
Both men reach the top, Sami first, then Danhausen. They trade punches, the camera shaking as the structure creaks beneath them. Sami lands a right hand, but Danhausen fires back with a headbutt that rocks him!
Zayn goes for a suplex, and the crowd screams, but Danhausen blocks it. He responds with a chokeslam, and Sami crashes through the top panel of the cage, falling to the ring apron below!
His body bounces off the ring mat with a sickening thud, as the crowd chants “Holy shit!”
Kevin Kelly: My God! That’s it… Sami Zayn’s dead!
Danhausen climbs through the hole in the top of the cell methodically, dropping down to the apron below. His ankle rolls slightly, but he shakes it off. He lifts him up, looking for the GoodnightHausen (a packaged cradled DDT/into a suplex)…
However, before he can drop him, the lights in the arena go totally dark!
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The lights don’t immediately come back on in full, but there’s a blueish hue bathing the arena, as the camera pans towards the corner of the ring. Slowly, a hole starts to emerge in the corner, as fog rises. Cutting through the fog is a lantern…
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MEGAN MOUSE-ZAYN EMERGES FROM THE HOLE, CARRYING THE LANTERN.
Danhausen’s face washes with confusion, and then horror as she stalks him…
SISTER ABIGAIL TO DANHAUSEN!
Kevin Kelly: What the hell?!
Arn Anderson: What’s going on here!?
The lights cut again…
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“HE’S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HIS HANDS….”
An eerie song begins to play, slow piano notes and a brittle static that warps like whispers… as the piano notes intensify, a pulsing noise echoes like a heartbeat through broken speakers… finally, a grinding rift hits, as creepy laughter echos through the speakers, before the lyrics hit…
🎶 You can throw it all away 🎶
🎶 When things break, things shatter 🎶
🎶 Keep it written on your face 🎶
🎶 The little details matter (only in me) 🎶
The camera cuts to Sami Zayn, who’s seated wide-eyed in the corner, as Megan Mouse stands over Danhausen’s body, still lifeless from the Sister Abigail.
She creepily turns her head, first to Sami, and then to the cell door…
Standing in the doorway is UNCLE HOWDY!
Howdy lifts Danhausen to his feet and positions him… SISTER ABIGAIL!
Megan slowly turns her head to Sami, who is still watching from the corner in horror. She slowly mouths “I’m sorry” as Uncle Howdy approaches him… SISTER ABIGAIL TO ZAYN!
Kevin Kelly: My God, what a moment! It feels like time has stopped… and we’ve reached a culmination!
The show ends with Megan kneeling before Howdy, holding the lantern up high as Shatter’s chorus plays…
🎶 Die for me, brother (know not what you’ve seen) 🎶
🎶 Love one another (know not where you’ve been) 🎶
🎶 Lie for me, brother (know not what you’ve said) 🎶
🎶 Use me for cover 🎶
🎶 When things break (things break) 🎶
🎶 Things shatter 🎶
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