AEW Dynasty turned into AEW Divorce Court Sunday night when FTR officially flipped heel, went full evil tag team mode, and gave Cope a brutal exit that required a stretcher, an exorcism, and possibly a call to HR.

It was supposed to be a noble effort. A valiant stand. A trios title challenge featuring Rated-FTR — the strange-but-effective alliance of FTR (Dax Harwood and Cash Wheeler) and the artist formerly known as Edge. But if you’ve ever tried to tape together three jagged puzzle pieces, you know how this ends: poorly and with someone yelling in Canadian.

The match itself against The Death Riders (PAC, Claudio Castagnoli, and Wheeler Yuta) was tight — hard-hitting, chaotic, and laced with just enough teamwork to trick us into believing they might pull it off. Cope hit a big spear after a Shatter Machine, wound up for another, and Yuta leapfrogged him like a caffeinated deer. Cope nearly speared Harwood by accident, stopped short — but the hesitation was all Yuta needed to serve a Busaiku Knee with a side of “we’re retaining, thanks.”

Then came the real fireworks — and not the kind you see on July 4th. More like the kind you see at a really messy wedding reception.

Harwood snapped. Dropped Cope with a piledriver like he’d been holding that grudge since the Attitude Era. Wheeler looked confused… until he didn’t. Harwood handed him a chair and said “Do it.” Wheeler refused — or so we thought — and helped Cope up… straight into a Shatter Machine. Turns out the only thing being fixed tonight was Wheeler and Harwood’s heel synergy.

Cope’s body met steel. Not once, but three times. A chair sandwich with a side of betrayal, courtesy of two men who used to be all about respect and tag ropes. The crowd booed. The stretcher rolled in. FTR walked off into the metaphorical darkness, coats unbuttoned, souls compromised.

So what’s next?

  • Cope: stretchered out like a man who just tried to hug a blender.

  • FTR: officially Team Menace.

  • AEW Trios Division: in shambles (and loving it).

In summary: Rated-FTR is dead. Long live Full Turned Rascals.

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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