Folks, gather ’round because I’ve got a tale that’s as wild as a raccoon in your attic. It’s about the time Swerve Strickland and Samoa Joe turned a routine contract signing into something straight out of a movie scene – you know, the kind that keeps you on the edge of your seat, munching on popcorn like there’s no tomorrow.

There we were, tuned into “AEW Dynamite,” expecting the usual pen-to-paper action. But oh, it was anything but. Samoa Joe, the champ, was cool as a cucumber, signing that contract without batting an eye. Meanwhile, Swerve Strickland was pacing like he’d had one too many cups of coffee, much to Tony Schiavone’s chagrin.

Joe, ever the wordsmith, told Strickland he’d end up scarred, like he stayed too long at Diddy’s bash – a reference that had me scratching my head because, let’s face it, my party days with Diddy are a tad behind me. Strickland, not to be outdone, declared he was born ready for this, itching for a brawl that he’d been dreaming of his whole life.

Then, folks, the plot thickened. Strickland whipped out a chain faster than a jackrabbit on a date, aiming to turn the tables on Joe. But Joe, that wily fox, snatched the chain and gave Strickland a taste of his own medicine, drawing first blood.

As Joe strutted off, probably thinking he’d had the last laugh, Strickland’s chuckles filled the air. Bleeding but unbowed, he showed a grin that would make a Cheshire cat proud. With a gleam in his eye, he vowed to snatch Joe’s championship at Dynasty, signing the contract with his own blood – a gesture so dramatic, Shakespeare would’ve given a standing ovation.

But wait, there’s more. Just when you thought the drama had peaked, Joe came charging back like a bull in a china shop, delivering a Uranage that sent Strickland crashing through the table. Talk about a grand finale!

So, as the dust settled and the credits rolled on this episode of “AEW Dynamite,” one thing was clear: Swerve Strickland and Samoa Joe aren’t just fighting for a championship; they’re etching a saga that’ll be talked about for ages. And as for me, well, I’ll be watching, folks – because in the world of AEW, you never know what’s going to happen next

By Joseph Gallery

I like ice cream, taking a back seat, wondering who I am, and pretending kayfabe is real. May or may not be the Real Dark Brandon. For the LOLZ. MALARKEY!

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