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SEGMENT ONE
As Dynamite comes on the air, the camera finds Doc Brown in a quiet hallway, again surrounded by extension cords, bubbling beakers, blinking monitors, and homemade contraptions taped together with an alarming degree of optimism.
Brown observes his handy work before stepping to the side of his table, where he picks up his World of Wrestling Hall of Fame plaque. He lifts it, holding it at arm’s length, tilting it until the light hits it just right. He squints as he looks at the plaque, nodding to himself.
Doc Brown: [looking at his reflection in the plaque] Mmm, yes… That is the face of a true pioneer! A man whose brilliance is… simply ahead of its time.
He turns the plaque slightly, catching a better look at his reflection.
Doc Brown: [looking at his reflection] Look at that cranial symmetry. The confidence. The high-functioning frontal lobe of a visionary!
He squints, studying his reflection with more scrutiny.
Doc Brown: [looking at his reflection] A little dry under the eyes… that’s dehydration.
His expression hardens, as he lowers the plaque slightly but still mutters to himself.
Doc Brown: [mocking] “Your induction makes a mockery of the entire institution!” [he scoffs loudly] That’s rich, coming from Mr. Hey-Man!
He begins pacing, agitated by the memory of his interaction with Paul Heyman on last week’s Dynamite.
He pulls the plaque in focus, the camera catching his wild expression in the reflection. He looks at it as if he’s getting all the validation he needs from the words etched in the gold.
Doc Brown: Nobody speaks to me that way! Dismissive! Condescending! As though this— [he gestures with the plaque] —was some sort of clerical error instead of the culmination of decades of intellectual labor!
He steadies himself, taking a deep breath to calm down his growing irritation.
Doc Brown: [pointing at his reflection] You earned this! You cannot allow… [he pauses a bit, as if he’s searching for the right word] …these… haters—
He winces slightly as the unfamiliar word rolls around awkwardly in his mouth.
Doc Brown: —yes, that’s what the youths call them, the haters—to introduce unnecessary psychological interference into my experiment! They always scoff right before the breakthrough. Galileo… Tesla… Doc Brown!
He taps the plaque firmly.
Doc Brown: This is validation!
He straightens more, his intensity rising.
Doc Brown: Rest assured, last week’s display of disrespect will not go unanswered! When my work reaches its logical conclusion… when the data is irrefutable… he will pay for underestimating me!
He lowers the plaque, finally turning back to his lab. He’s more energized now.
Doc Brown: My greatest contribution to this industry is still ahead of me! I will crack the formula! Strength density. Pain tolerance thresholds. Psychological malleability under crowd stimulus—
He laughs to himself, giddy.
Doc Brown: I’m not just the world’s greatest scientist. I am the greatest manager in the history of professional wrestling. This induction confirms it in writing!
Suddenly, he’s startled as his phone rings loudly. He fumbles, but answers it quickly.
Doc Brown: [on the phone] Yes? Hello. Is this line secure?
He freezes.
Doc Brown: [on the phone] A breakthrough?!
His eyes widen.
Doc Brown: The results replicated?! No structural collapse in the model?
He starts pacing faster, as he listens intently.
Doc Brown: [on the phone] But that’s an international flight—
He pauses, but then begins nodding rapidly.
Doc Brown: You’re right! Scientific urgency supersedes geography. I’ll depart immediately.
Just as Brown hangs up the phone, the Big Boss Man, BWM Inc.’s Head of Security, steps into frame.
Big Boss Man: Doc.
Brown scans Boss Man from head to toe, looking relieved.
Doc Brown: Boss Man! Back in your normal form, I see. Very reassuring. Symmetry restored!
Boss Man blinks, confused. He gestures toward the lab.
Big Boss Man: Listen, you can’t keep setting these things up in the hallway… The arenas don’t like it. The insurance companies don’t like it. And I got a call from the DEA asking why there’s a man boiling chemicals next to catering.
Brown nods, already packing wires into a bag.
Doc Brown: As they say, regulatory overreach is the enemy of innovation!
Big Boss Man: So, we’re clear, right? No more labs in the hallways?
Brown smiles.
Doc Brown: It won’t be an issue. Besides, the next phase of my research requires… a different environment. Rawer data… I am off, I’ve got a long flight ahead of me. But when I return? The future changes!
Brown scurries off, hurrying down the hallway with a handful of items from the lab spilling from a plastic grocery bag. Boss Man looks totally confused by the interaction, but shrugs to himself that it went easier than he expected.
Big Boss Man: [to himself] I never know what the hell he’s talking about!
Boss Man watches him hurry down the hallway, shaking his head as the camera lingers on the abandoned lab… still softly bubbling.
The camera opens on the charred remains of Sean Olson and Brandon Lee’s childhood home. All that at remains is a blackened skeleton. Collapsed beams, scorched earth, and warped metal where a room once stood. Ash blankets the ground like dirty snow.
The Kinslayer Sean Olson stands at the edge of the lot, his hands tapped and his face half obscured by the hood of his jacket. His eyes don’t wander. They’re fixed on the ruins, as he stands unmoving.
A few steps behind him, Paul Heyman stands. His long trench coat is buttoned, and his hands are folded behind his back. His gaze never leaves Olson; he studies him more than the wreckage. Finally, Olson sighs.
Sean Olson: Why did you bring me here?
Heyman takes a step closer, the two now standing shoulder to shoulder as their eyes study the remains of Olson and Lee’s childhood home.
Paul Heyman: I want you to listen to me. Not as your advocate. Not as your strategist. But as the one person standing beside you who is willing to tell you the truth when it matters most…
Heyman pauses a beat.
Paul Heyman: Last week, in front of the world, I saw something no one else did. I saw you hesitate.
Olson stiffens, but Heyman pushes on.
Paul Heyman: Just for a moment. Barely a breath. But in a business where legacies can be decided in inches and seconds, that moment mattered. Your eyes went up. And I knew exactly why.
He gestures subtly to the wreckage.
Paul Heyman: Because no matter how many times you beat him, no matter how much ground you burn behind you… Brandon Lee still has a seat in your mind. And Sean… he CANNOT keep that seat.
There’s a long silence.
Paul Heyman: You have spent your entire life competing with a man who measures himself by your shadow. Every step you take forward forces him to chase, to explain, to justify why he is not where you are. But what you’re doing? It’s far more dangerous. You’re carrying him with you…
Heyman allows his words to sit, as Olson continues to stare ahead.
Paul Heyman: The house is gone, Sean. The fire did its job. And now, what remains is a choice… You can keep allowing your brother to interrupt your focus, to pull your eyes toward the rafters, to live rent-free in moments that demand total commitment…
Heyman’s tone hardens, just slightly.
Paul Heyman: Or, you can leave him here… where he belongs. You stand on the brink of becoming the first two-time AEW World Heavyweight Champion. History is close enough that you can feel it. But history does not wait for men who look backward.
Heyman’s voice drops, resonant.
Paul Heyman: It’s no secret that our alliance began without trust. Without certainty. But as time’s gone on, Sean, this alliance has continued because I see inevitability. I believe in The Kinslayer. I believe that when you walk into Elite Warfare, if you do so unburdened and undistracted, you will be unstoppable!
Heyman places a hand briefly on Sean’s shoulder.
Paul Heyman: Let Brandon Lee stay here. Let him be what the world already knows him as. [Heyman’s eyes dart over the ruins once more.] Forgotten.
There’s a brief silence, and then Olson finally turns away from the wreckage. Decisively.
Sean Olson: You’re right, Paul. You’re always right… Elite Warfare isn’t about Brandon Lee’s legacy. It’s about mine. He doesn’t get to distract me anymore.
The two walk off together, leaving the burned remains behind, untouched, unseen… a past no longer invited to the future.
The opening video concludes, the pyro explodes, and Arn Anderson and Kevin Kelly welcome us to the final episode of Dynamite for 2025! Kelly says next week, from Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, we’ll have our last broadcast of the year, a special holiday show entitled “Violent Night.” Anderson says as we already learned, we’ll see a five on five war with High Minded and Jesse Hash & The Flex Squad, as well as Will Ospreay defending the AEW World Heavyweight Championship against the winner of tonight’s “Opportunity Match” between Bryan Danielson, Jay White, and Swerve Strickland!
“Eeeeeyyyy yoooo!!”
How can I be so good lookin’, and still humble?
How can I be so damn rich, and still humble?
How can I do all this shit, and I’m still humble? I’m still humble.
The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as the AEW Television Champion, Logan Paul, makes his way to the ring. Anderson says Logan Paul has had a remarkable 2025; which saw him win the world title this past January, before losing it Memorial Day weekend. Kelly says it didn’t take Paul long to rebound, as he returned to defeat LA Knight to become the Television Champion this past fall.
Logan places his hand up, waiting for the crowd to settle before he begins.
Logan Paul: Alright, alright… relax… save your energy! [boos intensify] Let’s just take a second and appreciate something.
The crowd somehow manages to boo him even louder. He shrugs, and grins.
Logan Paul: Boo all you want, but in one year… one calendar year… I’ve already had a better run than most of the locker room will have in their entire careers! I came into this business and did what you all said couldn’t be done. I didn’t “pay my dues.” I didn’t wait my turn. I didn’t pretend this was sacred ground.
He taps the TV title on his shoulder.
Logan Paul: I took the TV Championship and turned it into the most relevant thing on the show. Open challenge after open challenge… it didn’t matter who stepped up. Every single one of them fell. So, let’s do this one last time… let’s end the year with a bang. If there’s anyone backstage who has the balls to step to Logan Paul, now’s your chance!
There’s a beat, followed by a long silence. Logan’s smirk widens, as he nods exaggeratedly.
Logan Paul: Ha, yeah. That’s what I thought—
Suddenly, the lights lower, and music begins playing. The crowd shifts as they recognize it as Splidder’s music! He steps through the curtain, with his eyes fixed on Logan in the ring.
Logan stares at Splidder, and then bursts out laughing.
Logan Paul: Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!
He bends over laughing, wiping tears from his eyes.
Logan Paul: Am I being punked?!
Logan straightens up, pointing at Splidder on the stage.
Logan Paul: You’re a broken down old man! A has-been who never figured out how to step out of his brother’s shadow! Splinter was the star, and you were always… just… there! And now you want a shot at my belt?
He shakes his head.
Logan Paul: Man, this company’s really running out of ideas!
Splidder lets Logan finish, before he calmly raises his microphone.
Splidder: I think you misunderstand me… you’re speaking like a man who believes success is innocence…
Logan tilts his head.
Splidder: I’m not here to accept your challenge.
Logan scoffs.
Logan Paul: Then why don’t you do us both a favor and—
Splidder: I’m here because you are guilty.
Splidder takes a slow step forward, to the end of the top of the ramp.
Splidder: Like so many in this company, you’ve profited from the madness of the Mouse family. They have poisoned this industry, and men like you drank from their cup.
Logan shakes his head, confused but annoyed.
Logan Paul: I don’t even know what you’re talking about.
Splidder: We’ve already passed judgment on one man who profited from Benny Mouse’s madness. We put an end to Randy Orton; a swift swing of the axe of justice.
Logan Paul: Cool story, but what’s the have to do with me? I’ve never even spoken to the old man.
Splidder nods slowly.
Splidder: That may be true. But who brought you into AEW?
Logan starts to respond, but Splidder cuts him off immediately.
Splidder: You came into this company arm in arm with Benny’s son-in-law, Sami Zayn. As far as the Remnant is concerned, you’re guilty by association.
Suddenly, from the corners of the crowd, Brody King, Alistair Black, and the Executioner emerge. They surround the ring, as Logan spins in circles, realizing he’s out numbered. Executioner slides into the ring, and Logan explodes first. He hits him with rights and lefts, backing Executioner into the corner.
But then Brody King and Black slide in, and the numbers overwhelm him. Logan fights, swinging wildly, his desperation setting in. Black nearly decapitates him with the Black Mass! Logan crumbles, and Brody King immediately lifts him for the All Seeing Eye! Logan is planted in the center of the ring, motionless.
Splidder: I’m not here to accept your open challenge… but this man is…
Suddenly, Mr. Brodie Lee’s music hits, and the leader of the Guilty Remnant makes his way to the ring quickly.
Match #1 | AEW Television Championship
Logan Paul (C) vs. Mr. Brodie Lee
Logan Paul barely gets to a knee as Mr. Brodie Lee rushes the ring. Referee Lance Storm calls for the opening bell, as Logan clutches his ribs from the Guilty Remnant’s assault just moments ago.
Storm is quick to grab the AEW Television Championship and gets it out of the ring, handing it off to ring announcer Jane Mouse.
Kevin Kelly: This may be the worst position Logan Paul’s ever been in since becoming a professional wrestler!
Arn Anderson: Squaring off against Mr. Brodie Lee is difficult in the best of circumstances. Stepping to him after a three on assault? Well, that may just prove impossible!
Kevin Kelly: You’re right, Arn. Logan’s hurt. You don’t need a medical degree to see that. And wrestling hurt against a man like Mr. Brodie Lee? It’s just a bad equation all around.
Lee climbs into the ring, his eyes locked onto Logan. He looks like a predator that’s spotted a limping animal.
Lee wastes no time, he explodes towards Logan. Logan gets to his feet, albeit unsteady. He throws a right hand, followed by another, desperately attempting to create some space. Lee absorbs them, and fires back with a right hand of his own that rocks Logan immediately.
Logan stumbles into the ropes, and on the rebound Lee hits him with a big drop kick that sends him crashing to the mat!
Lee scoops him back up, and delivers a body slam with authority. Logan desperately rolls toward the ropes, trying to regroup. But Lee stays on him, grabbing him by the hair and hurling him over the top to the outside!
Kevin Kelly: The champ’s in serious trouble already!
Lee follows him, grabbing him by the arm and whipping him hard into the barricade. Logan collapses, clutching his back.
Lee measures him, and as soon as Logan starts to get back up, he charges and drills him with a big boot! The force sends Paul over the barricade and into the crowd!
Arn Anderson: Brodie Lee is punishing Logan Paul!
Lee drags him back over the barricade and rolls him into the ring. Lee slides in immediately, hitting him with a running elbow. Lee scoops him up and snaps him across the ring with the half and half release suplex. Logan lands high on his shoulders and neck.
Kevin Kelly: I’ve never seen Logan Paul dominated like this!
Lee paces, then grabs Logan again. He hits a German suplex that sends Logan flying across the ring. Perhaps out of instinct, Logan rolls onto his stomach. He’s gasping desperately for air.
Lee drags him up for another slam, but Logan slips out. He shoves Lee into the turnbuckles, and fires off quick forearms, his desperation fueling him. Logan hits the ropes and charges Lee, but a superkick nearly takes his head off!
Lee covers him…
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2…
Logan barely kicks out!
Arn Anderson: That was survival instinct, Kev! Logan’s in a bad way!
Lee looks unbothered, as he clutches Logan with both hands by his throat. CHOKEBOMB!
He lifts him back up and position him…. POWERBOMB!
Logan is limp on the mat.
Lee pulls him up one final time, he spins, and turns him inside out with the discuss clothesline! Logan does a full flip on the impact, crashing to the mat!
Lee drops into the cover…
1…
2…
3!!!
Winner and NEW Television Champion: Mr. Brodie Lee
Match Time: 5:03
Arn Anderson: I can’t believe what we just witnessed! Logan Paul’s been next to unstoppable since he burst into All Elite Wrestling. The man’s only been pinned two times, once by Will Ospreay, and once by Brandon Lee.
Kevin Kelly: It was practically a four on one assault! Nevertheless, the Guilty Remnant is proving to be the most dangerous faction in all of AEW! They just took out the former world champion like he was yesterday’s garbage!
Lee stands tall as the referee hands him the TV Championship. Lee raises it slowly, deliberately. Logan lies flat on his back, out cold.
SEGMENT TWO
The camera opens on Renee Young, who has a microphone in hand. She’s standing beside AEW Director of Operations, Shocker. There’s a noticeable tension hanging in the air.
Renee Young: Shocker, last week the entire world watched as a bizarre and frightening scene played out between you, Splinter, and Uncle Howdy. It was a moment that frankly, left a lot of people unsettled. The world’s dying to know, what’s on your mind right now?
Shocker exhales slowly. He doesn’t look at Renee at first; his eyes stay fixed somewhere off cqmera, unfocused.
Shocker: Look Renee, what happened last week… isn’t something I can just shake off… not when you find yourself standing face to face with an entity that doesn’t operate by the same rules as the rest of us do.
Shocker finally turns to Renee, but he still looks like he’s on edge. Like the adrenaline from last week’s encounter hasn’t fully left his system.
Shocker: As much as I want to continue my quest for answers… and believe me, for Splinter and I, it remains a priority… but I can’t let that interfere with my responsibilities. AEW doesn’t stop just because things get… uncomfortable…
Renee nods, sensing the restraint it’s taking Shocker to stay composed.
Renee Young: And that brings me to my next question. We just witnessed another violent statement from the Guilty Remnant moments ago, a statement that was led by your other brother, Splidder.
Shocker: I wish I could tell you what’s gone through Splidder’s mind the past several months, but truthfully, Renee, I’ve never felt like I’ve known him less than I do now. The encounters he had in ULW, and since coming here? They’ve changed him. He’s not the man I’ve known my whole life. But what we saw out there just now? It wasn’t justice. I’m no Logan Paul sympathizer, but no one deserves a four on one attack.
Shocker straightens, his voice dripping with authority.
Shocker: So, here’s what’s going to happen. Next week at Violent Night, Brodie Lee’s going to give Logan Paul a rematch. He’s going to defend the AEW Television Championship inside a steel cage! This time, my brother and the Remnant are barred from ringside.
Renee Young: That’s a big announcement! Just one more question before we leave you. Where’s Splinter tonight?
For a split second, Shocker hesitates. As if he’s making a calculation on how to answer honestly.
Shocker: Splinter went to check on something that needed his attention. If everything goes well, he’ll be back next week. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do.
Shocker steps back as Renee turns toward the camera.
Renee Young: We’ve heard it here, folks! With the addition of next week’s cage match, the card for Violent Night has been rounded out! Now, let’s send it back to ringside!
The scene opens in black in white, as the camera slowly pushes in on a vintage Hollywood soundstage. The stage is decorated with heavy velvet curtains and hot studio lights that hum faintly.
In the center of the stage, a standing microphone from another era waits at center frame. Behind it, a director’s chair, turned just enough for the name stenciled across the back to be seen: “Timeless Toni Storm.”
In the chair lounges Toni, her legs crossed, he composure poised. She doesn’t look at the camera at first, letting the silence do the work.
Finally, she turns.
Timeless Toni Storm: They say every great picture has a final table read… one last moment where the stars share the room before taking the stage, so no one forgets their lines under pressure.
The camera widens, and on Storm’s left is Jade Cargill. She stands with her shoulder’s square, her power and presence undeniable. On Storm’s right is Becky Lynch, her arms folded, her chin lifted, and her eyes burning with contempt.
Timeless Toni Storm: I’d truly hoped I’d spend the year in the presence of equals. Women who understood the burden of being timeless. But as I’ve said before, I’ve come to the conclusion that I have no equals. Not to my left, not to my right… and most certainly not in a company I’m told I’m not to name, in a woman who calls herself “The Boss.”
Becky scoffs, as Jade remains composed; silent and unmoving.
Timeless Toni Storm: [looking into the camera, as if she’s talking directly to Sasha Banks] Have you heard the mythology of the one they call “timeless?” Hercules doesn’t have my thighs. I have an Oedipal complex with myself. I saw my reflection… and my reflection saw me. And we made love until the sun came up!
Becky takes a step closer, interrupting Toni’s monologue and snapping her attention back to the women at hand.
Becky Lynch: You’re not wrong about one thing, Toni. You definitely love yourself. But shooting stars only burn briefly, and what goes up MUST come down! Take a look, I am The Man. My husband is the LAST Undisputed Champion of the World of Wrestling, and when that bell rings at Elite Warfare, I will hold that Knockouts Championship above my head because WE ARE the power couple that this industry has been waiting for!
Becky turns her sights to Jade.
Becky Lynch: Have you ever asked yourself why I picked this fight with you two? It’s because when I beat you both, there will be no more questions about who is at the top of the industry. When I walk out with that belt, they’ll say I’m the greatest of all time! It won’t just be me sayin’ it, other people will be sayin’ it too!
Timeless Toni Storm: I’m always searching for someone worthy of following me into the spotlight. Someone dangerous enough to replace me when the lights finally dim…
Toni looks at Jade.
Timeless Toni Storm: You look like money, darlin’. [she glances at Becky] And you? You mistake noise for presence. Unfortunately for my search, neither of you would make it past the second reel.
Jade Cargill: You both talk like this industry didn’t have a box office draw long before you started cosplaying as a fallen starlet, and you started riding your husband’s coattails. You both love rewriting the past. But let’s be clear about something… Toni, you never beat me. And Becky? Your time is up, you’re a relic of a bygone era. At Elite Warfare, I’m going to prove to you both that I am THAT bitch!
Becky steps to Jade like things are about to get violent, and Jade takes a step towards Becky. Toni quickly gets between them, waiving her finger.
Timeless Toni Storm: Ah-ah-ah! Not here. Not now. This is a studio, not a slaughterhouse. Violence before the premiere is terribly uncouth. Besides, who’d buy the ticket if you gave the show away for free?
Becky and Jade stare each other down, neither backing away. The curtain drops as the scene slowly fades.
Match #2 | “Opportunity Match” – Winner to challenge for the AEW World Heavyweight Championship at Violent Night
‘The American Dragon’ Bryan Danielson vs. ‘Switchblade’ Jay White vs. Swerve Strickland
As the introductions are made, Kevin Kelly and Arn Anderson note that we’ve seen Bryan Danielson and Will Ospreay tear down the house twice before in AEW; and that it’s always a memorable affair. Kelly says Danielson is a former world champion, but has had a hard time getting back to the title scene since early 2024. Anderson notes that Swerve Strickland has found himself in a similar position after losing the TV title in 2024, and is desperately trying to make his way up the card.
Kevin Kelly: But it’s Switchblade Jay White who is the true opportunist here, Arn. White pinned MJF last week, and he knows this is his moment to strike.
The three men circle one another, and then Danielson and Swerve collide in the center of the ring, exchanging rapid fire strikes. Danielson unloads with sharp kicks to the thigh and Swerve answers with thunderous forearms. White darts in, hitting Swerve with a snap suplex.
Danielson charges White, but White drops him with a sudden flatliner. As he spins around, he’s met with a backbreaker from Stickland! Swerve grabs him and whips him, but White reverses it and sends Swerve to the apron. As White charges him, Swerve jumps off the ropes and connects with a springboard uppercut that drops White onto the mat!
Danielson charges Swerve with a running dropkick to the corner, followed by a snapmare into a buzzsaw kick. He covers Swerve, but White grabs him by the ankle and pulls him off before the ref can even get the one count.
Arn Anderson: Jay White’s ring awareness is one of his greatest assets, and I think it’s often times underestimated by his opponents. Even in chaotic matches like these, White always seems to have his eyes pointed in every possible direction.
Danielson hammers White with chops, backing him into the corner. Swerve charges with the basement dropkick, sandwiching Danielson between him an White.
Swerve hits the ropes and connects with the rolling thunder flatliner to Danielson! He covers!
1…
White again breaks it up, this time with a leg drop to the back of the head.
White positions himself behind Swerve and goes for the sleeper suplex. Swerve flips through and lands on his feet, and he responds with a deadlift German suplex to White!
Danielson’s back to his feet and charges with a knee to Swerve’s ribs, followed by the rapid-fire YES kicks that gets the crowd on their feet and in the American Dragon’s corner. Swerve is absorbing kick after kick as Danielson winds up… White puts an end to it with a chopblock to the back of Danielson’s knee!
Kevin Kelly: Smart strategy here by White. That knee of Danielson’s has ended so many matches. It ended the world title reign of AJ Styles!
White traps Danielson, as he continues to target the knee. He stomps on his leg, grinding his boot in. He drags him up for a dragon screw sending Danielson through the ropes. Danielson lands on the apron.
Swerve rebounds, catching White with the Swerve Stomp! The crowd rises as Swerve covers…
1…
2…
Danielson breaks it up!
All three men trade strikes. White jabs Danielson in the throat, and Swerve clubs White with a forearm. Danielson responds with a snap German onto Swerve, rolling through.
As Danielson lifts Swerve for a second German, White blasts him with a kiwi crusher out of nowhere!
He covers Danielson!
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2..
Swerve dives in to break it up!
Swerve grabs a handful of White’s hair and tosses him to the outside. He charges the ropes, rebounds off the second rope, and goes for the House Call on Danielson! Danielson catches him by the foot, and rolls him into an ankle lock!
Arn Anderson: Oh no, Swerve’s in a bad spot here!
Kevin Kelly: Danielson will break his ankle if he’s given the opportunity!
Danielson locks the move on tighter, as Swerve claws desperately towards the ropes. He almost makes it, but Danielson drags him back to the center of the ring!
White charges, connecting with a superkick to Danielson, breaking the submission! He lifts Danielson and drops him onto the mat with the gourdbuster! He lifts Swerve up and drops him hard on his head with the straitjacket brainbuster!
White turns his attention back to Danielson, and sets him into position for the Blade Runner. Danielson slips out, hits the ropes and connects with the Busaiku Knee!
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2…
2.999!
Swerve breaks it up!
Arn Anderson: Swerve is desperately trying to stay alive in this match!
White gets to his feet only to immediately eat the House Call from Swerve!
Swerve goes to the top, looking for the Swerve Stomp. However, when he goes to jump, the ankle that Danielson tried to break earlier trips him up! Danielson kips up and charges… exploder suplex from the top rope!
All three men are down as the crowd chants “This is awesome!”
Danielson positions both men in opposite corners. He charges White first, connecting with the corner dropkick! He rolls to his feet and charges Swerve, giving him one as well!
He goes for the Yes Lock on Swerve, but White’s back to his feet. BLADE RUNNER to Danielson! He plants him in the center of the ring!
Before he can cover, Swerve catches him from behind. He lifts him for the Big Pressure! White counters it mid lift into a small package!
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2…
Danielson breaks it up!
White goes for another Blade Runner attempt on Danielson, but he rolls it through into the Yes Lock!
White screams in agony, clawing for the ropes!
Just as he raises his hand to tap, Swerve staggers in, breaking the hold with a grounded Swerve Stomp!
Swerve pulls Danielson up… BIG PRESSURE connects!
He turns to cover him, only for White to come out of nowhere with the Blade Runner!
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3!!!
Winner: Switchblade Jay White
Match Time: 18:22
Kevin Kelly: Jay White’s done it! He just beat a former world champion and a former TV champion! And now he’s going to Violent Night next week to challenge Will Ospreay!
Arn Anderson: White’s waited his whole career for this opportunity!
Jay White rises, chest heaving, a cold smile spreading as he looks into the camera. White mouths the words slowly, deliberately: “See you soon, Will.”
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