Well, well, well… if it isn’t Wednesday night melodrama with a splash of body slams and executive dysfunction! On this week’s AEW Dynamite, the fall-out from Dynasty rolled in heavier than Kenny Omega’s medical file, and let me tell you—there were more twists than a pretzel factory during a blackout.
The night kicked off with World Champion Jon Moxley beating Katsuyori Shibata in a match that could only be described as “beautiful violence” meets “is that man bleeding already?” Post-match, Moxley and Marina Shafir exited stage left, which of course cued the return of AEW’s favorite superkicking spiritual advisors: The Young Bucks.
Nick Jackson told the crowd that taking out Swerve Strickland at Dynasty was a favor for “Hangman” Adam Page—because nothing says friendship like a blindsided chair shot. He reassured Page, “We still love you,” which honestly sounded like a threat in lowercase.
Matt Jackson—never one to miss an opportunity for misguided synergy—floated the idea of teaming up with Moxley’s Death Riders. Yes, those Death Riders. The ones built like biker gang philosophers with a permanent grimace filter. Matt asked the crowd to imagine the synergy. The crowd collectively imagined the chaos instead.
Then—bong—Kenny Omega’s music hit, and the audience’s inner monologue screamed, “Let’s goooo.” Omega returned like a man who had a near-death illness and spent his recovery plotting monologues.
He reminded the Bucks that during his darkest hour, when he was battling diverticulitis (which sounds like something you catch from unwashed ring gear), they took him out. Friends, folks, fellow executives. He didn’t come back for revenge, he said—he came back for legacy. Because if you can’t trust the Bucks, at least you can trust narrative symmetry.
Omega hit the ring, ready to throw hands, but before things could get properly Elite vs. Ex-Elite, Kazuchika Okada’s music hit. Then Swerve Strickland’s. Folks, it turned into an AEW surprise entrance Russian nesting doll.
Strickland, with a chair in hand and receipts to cash, ran the Bucks and Okada off, bumping fists with Okada like they just closed a deal at a tech startup. Then he turned to the camera, stared straight into the souls of the EVPs, and declared it was “Buck hunting season.”
Somewhere backstage, Tony Khan smiled while scribbling furiously on a whiteboard labeled “Summer Pay-Per-View Chaos.”