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Add FightsATW on GoogleBaltimore already knew about pressure, grit, and survival, making it the perfect place for this edition of AEW Dynamite. Live from the Chesapeake Employers Insurance Arena in Baltimore, Maryland, Dynamite felt different with All In: London right around the corner. The entire roster seemed to move like there was not enough room at the table for everybody to eat. Championships were on the line, personal issues were highlighted, and the Continental Challenge Cup brought the type of matchups fans would pay a premium for.
From Jon Moxley and Jay White throwing down in tournament action, to Maya World putting the TBS Championship on the line against Kris Statlander, Persephone, and Hikaru Shida, to Kenny Omega and Will Ospreay going face to face. With Wembley getting closer and every win, loss, and confrontation carrying more weight, nobody could afford to miss a moment of Dynamite’s action-packed show—but that is fine, we have you covered!
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TRIOS MATCH: UNITED EMPIRE (WILL OSPREAY, FRANCESCO AKIRA & HENARE) VS. DON CALLIS FAMILY (BRAIN CAGE, LANCE ARCHER & ROCKY ROMERO)
Winners: United Empire
The Don Callis Family came looking to throw their weight around, but UNITED EMPIRE pulled up ready for all the smoke. Brian Cage immediately tried to bully Will Ospreay with raw power, backing him into the corner and shutting down his early speed, but Ospreay stayed on the move, firing back with an enzuigiri before the action quickly turned into a full-blown six-man scrap. Henare and Lance Archer damn near turned the battle in the middle of the ring into a street fight, standing toe-to-toe and trading heavy shots without either man wanting to give an inch, while Francesco Akira brought that young-gun energy, flying around the ring and taking chances even when it meant stepping straight to the Murderhawk Monster.
The Don Callis Family controlled stretches of the fight with Cage tossing bodies around and Archer wrecking anything in his path, but UNITED EMPIRE kept coming, kept swinging, and refused to give an inch. Once Ospreay finally got the tag, the whole temperature changed. Punches started flying, bodies started dropping, and the big man Cage got dropped off the apron as everybody suddenly went outside doing something reckless. Akira blasted Cage with an Orihara moonsault, Henare dropped Archer with a cannonball, and Rocky Romero tried to get slick by using referee Stephon Smith as a shield, only for that move to backfire when Akira caught him with an Ace Crusher. Ospreay came flying out of nowhere with the Hidden Blade, which folded Rocky and captured the W for UNITED EMPIRE. On a night where the Don Callis Family wanted to remind everybody who ran AEW, their first opportunity came up short.
IS THE BATTLE FOR THE AEW INTERNATIONAL TITLE MUST-SEE TV NOW?
Backstage, Renee Paquette caught up with Kazuchicka Okada, and the Rainmaker made it clear that in his world, family came before everything; something he believed Konosuke Takeshita never understood. Okada painted Takeshita as selfish for walking away from the Don Callis Family and made it known that he expected Kyle Fletcher to be smarter than that, especially with the International Championship at stake. To Okada, it did not matter who walked out of Wembley with the gold as long as the title stayed in the Family. If Fletcher retained, Okada said he’d be happy for him, but if the Rainmaker took the championship himself, he expected Kyle to stand in the middle of that ring, swallow his pride and raise his hand. Later, Tony Schiavone stood alongside Fletcher in the ring, where the Protostar confidently declared his run the greatest International Championship reign of all time and said he saw absolutely no reason for it to end at Wembley Stadium.
Fletcher agreed that family meant everything and credited Don Callis for helping shape his career, insisting that this entire situation was part of Don’s plan and that he trusted him completely. But when the Baltimore crowd erupted with chants of “Fuck Don Callis!”, Fletcher’s confidence cracked for just a moment. After collecting himself, he sent a message straight to Okada: if family truly meant as much to the Rainmaker as he claimed, then Okada needed to know his role, have Fletcher’s back, and make sure the championship stayed right where it was.
Then Fletcher turned his attention to the one thing he and Okada could agree on: their hatred for Konosuke Takeshita. Kyle called the Alpha selfish and narcissistic, and even took a shot at his recent G1 Climax loss, acting like Takeshita was somewhere far away licking his wounds. Problem was, Takeshita was in Baltimore — and he had heard enough. The Alpha hit the stage and marched to the ring with that look that told everybody business was about to get real, sending Schiavone scrambling as Fletcher and Takeshita immediately started throwing hands like two dudes settling something that had been building way too long. Fletcher scored first with a half-and-half suplex, but Takeshita came right back with a Blue Thunder Driver and never took his foot off the gas.
Counters came fast, the intensity got uglier, and once Takeshita spiked Fletcher with a Poison Frankensteiner and crushed him with the Powerdrive Knee, the Protostar was running on fumes. The Alpha wasn’t finished. RAGING FIRE planted Fletcher into the canvas, leaving the champion twisted up in pain while Takeshita grabbed the International Championship and raised it over his head. The Don Callis Family takes another L so far on the night.
WILL OSPREAY VS. KENNY OMEGA GETS PERSONAL
Renee Paquette sat down with Kenny Omega and Will Ospreay, and reflection quickly became two elite competitors unpacking ten years of respect, jealousy, scars and unfinished business. Ospreay admitted he once saw Omega as the standard while he was a skinny kid making noise and Kenny was already a name everyone chased. Omega saw the potential but wasn’t ready to crown him. Seven years later at Wrestle Kingdom 17, that kid was the face of New Japan and, in Kenny’s absence, the gaijin carrying the weight Omega once bore. Respect grew complicated. Omega said star power meant selling tickets and moving numbers; Ospreay fired back that Kenny never lived through his New Japan—fifteen-hour flights, tiny hotels, silent crowds, and a roster enduring one of the hardest eras. Neither wanted sympathy, only acknowledgment.
Then came Don Callis. Omega thought his history with Callis should have warned Ospreay, but Will admitted Kenny had embarrassed him in Japan, and when he finally climbed the mountain, people credited Callis and a screwdriver. Omega smiled, almost relieved, seeing their rivalry as more 2-0 than 1-1. That was the heart of it: two men who respected each other too much to lie but were too proud to let the other feel superior.
The talk then turned to survival. Omega described how diverticulitis changed everything—he could no longer train, eat, or move as before and had to rebuild with his mind. He eyed Ospreay, walking with three surgically repaired neck discs, and questioned whether Will was as confident as he sounded. That struck a nerve. Ospreay reminded Kenny that after telling him not to give up, Omega disappeared for four weeks, wondering if the Best Bout Machine’s ego was that fragile. Kenny flipped it, accusing Ospreay of cheering his return in hopes of a weakened version at All In. Ospreay shut it down: he wanted the most dangerous Kenny possible, because anything less would not prove what a decade of chasing had been about. Wembley was his chance to become the first Englishman to win the championship on home soil before his people, friends and family. Pressure had broken him before, but this time there would be no excuses, no Callis, no screwdriver.
After ten years, being “as good as Kenny” was no longer enough—he had to beat him with the world watching. Omega reminded him he had tried and failed, then nearly crossed the line by mentioning Ospreay’s mother, bringing Will out of his seat and into Kenny’s face. Omega backed off but said that win, lose or draw, Ospreay was one of the best and one of the few who could bring out the old magic. His mother would be proud either way, but his son might look for a new role model after Wembley. Respect became motivation and a ten-year chase became something bigger. At All In, Ospreay was no longer just trying to beat his hero—he was trying to step out of his shadow.
FOUR-WAY MATCH FOR THE AEW TBS CHAMPIONSHIP: MAYA WORLD (c) VS. HIKARU SHIDA VS. KRIS STATLANDER VS. PERSEPHONE
Winner: AND STILL TBS CHAMP MAYA WORLD
The TBS Championship match turned into pure chaos as Hikaru Shida, Kris Statlander, Persephone and champion Maya World came ready to scrap with no hesitation. Statlander threw heavy from the start, Shida stayed sharp and calculated, Persephone brought reckless pressure, and Maya moved like an experienced champion who knew everyone was coming for her title. Bodies flew into barricades with apron crashes, German suplexes, Falcon Arrows, spears, and near-falls coming so fast that nobody got comfortable.
Statlander looked especially dangerous tossing people around like they owed her money, even stacking Persephone and Shida before going toe-to-toe with Maya. Shida nearly stole it with veteran timing, Persephone kept kicking the door open, and Kris nearly ended it with a superkick and discus lariat. But championship fights are not always about who hits hardest—sometimes it is who stays ready when others get caught slipping. Maya survived the storm, escaped Statlander’s grip, and caught her with a slick victory roll for the three-count, keeping the TBS Championship. Four women came looking for gold, but when the smoke cleared, Maya World still held the strap.
CONTINENTAL CHALLENGE CUP QUARTERFINALS MATCH: “SWITCHBLADE” JAY WHITE VS. JON MOXLEY
Winner: Jon Moxley
“Switchblade” Jay White and Jon Moxley didn’t waste time turning their Continental Challenge Cup quarterfinal into a grimy, calculated fight where every hold felt personal and every opening carried consequences. White tried to outthink Moxley early, rolling through wristlocks and forcing resets, while Mox dragged the pace into the mud, leaning on White’s injured neck and making him work for every inch. Once it opened up, Jay started rolling: a float-over DDT rocked Moxley, a Frankensteiner dumped him to the floor, and sleeper suplexes left Jon’s equilibrium somewhere in the crowd.
But Moxley is built for ugly fights; even with a bad shoulder, he dragged White into a survival match. Blade Runner landed, yet Mox rolled outside before Jay could capitalize. Back inside, Jon turned it into a submission war. Another Death Rider wasn’t enough, so Mox locked in the sleeper, sank the hooks, and forced a referee stoppage as White’s body gave out. Moxley advanced, but Jay made him earn it for sure.
White barely rose before The Dogs jumped him from behind; Moxley threw up his hands and slipped through the crowd. Orange Cassidy and Kyle O’Reilly rushed in to save him, only for Gabe Kidd to return and start laying people out. Roderick Strong evened things briefly before Clark Connors and David Finlay wiped him out. Brodido and “Hangman” Adam Page finally sent the Dogs packing. Hangman, never one to let a moment breathe without adding smoke, clowned Finlay’s tiger-striped boots before Ricochet and the rest of The Demand appeared on the stage. Page reminded everyone who held the Trios Titles and told Ricochet he’d get his turn when ready. Then came the challenge: anyone wanting the belts could meet the champions under the Wembley arch at dusk; the champions are not ducking anybody.
ANDRADE EL IDOLO VS. JONATHAN CRUZ
Winner: ANDRADE EL IDOLO
MJF wasn’t even in Baltimore and still ran his mouth. Jonathan Cruz stood in the ring as Maxwell Jacob Friedman’s personal Spanish translator, complete with a scroll and a message designed to disrespect Andrade El Idolo in his own language. According to Max, Andrade would never be the “real” World Champion, was not a real Latino man, and somehow MJF was more Latino, more of a man and more guapo. Cruz claimed that if Andrade had shown up in Baltimore, Friedman would have kicked his culo and said it to his face—but Andrade was already in the building.
El Idolo entered the ring and wasted no time putting Cruz on a T-shirt with one brutal back elbow, the DM and a three-count. Andrade called MJF out, only for Friedman to appear on screen chilling in a Long Island hot tub, laughing at the idea of spending the night in Baltimore “with the poors.” Max bragged that his influence got him out of the trip and warned Andrade that the next time they met would be at Wembley Stadium, where El Idolo would stare up at the lights with only himself to blame. Andrade, heated, gave Cruz another DM, grabbed the mic and said, “How you know?” MJF poked the wrong bear from hundreds of miles away, and when these two finally face each other, no translator will save him.
WILLOW AND MONÈ SETTING UP TO BE A MATCH FOR A LIFETIME
Renee Paquette tried to keep things civilized between Mercedes Moné and Willow Nightingale, separated by satellite, but there was too much bad blood for a screen to hold. Mercedes said she had not beaten Willow badly enough since she was still smiling. Nightingale fired back that Moné could not take her smile or her championship. The gloves came off. Mercedes called her a “dumb bitch,” while Willow hit deeper, saying she smiled because people genuinely rocked with her; something Mercedes chased her entire career but could never manufacture with catchphrases, expensive looks, or star power. Willow noted she had the connection Moné wanted and the AEW Women’s World Championship Mercedes could not claim.
Moné accused Willow of smiling through her career’s lowest moments, called the champion a bully, and promised the smile had eleven days left. Willow ripped off her microphone and went hunting, but Mercedes ambushed her, bouncing her head off a camera before the fight spilled into the arena. All hell broke loose. Willow put hands on Moné as referees and security flooded in. The Baltimore crowd chanted “LET THEM FIGHT!” while both were forced into the ring and threw hands on the mat. Security separated them twice, but each kept breaking free until Mercedes was carried away from ringside. This was not a promo or about smiles. It was two women who could not stand each other, eleven days from settling the beef with a championship on the line.
CONTINENTAL CHALLENGE CUP QUARTERFINAL MATCH: HECHICERO VS. NIGEL MCGUINNESS
Winner: NIGEL MCGUINNESS
Nigel McGuinness came into this one hurt, but he damn sure didn’t come in scared. Hechicero immediately went hunting for Nigel’s injured foot, and McGuinness made good on his warning by tearing at the Alchemist’s mask every time things got too fishy. The match turned into a technical street fight in wrestling boots, with both men looking for whatever weakness they could exploit. Hechicero kept chopping away at the bad leg, kicking it against the ropes, twisting it in submissions and forcing Nigel to fight through every step, while McGuinness answered with pure veteran grit, elbows, counters and the stubbornness that refuses to let pain decide. The Alchemist nearly had him broken with a modified figure-four, but Nigel dragged himself to the ropes and refused to quit.
Then came the opening. Hechicero charged, Nigel caught him with the Knee Trembler, trapped him in the ropes and cinched in a guillotine with the body scissors locked tight. Hechicero fought, clawed and tried to stay awake, but eventually the arm faded, and referee Rick Knox had no choice but to call it. Nigel McGuinness survived the damage, the pain, and Hechicero, advancing in the Continental Challenge Cup by referee stoppage. Dr. Sampson immediately helped him toward the back afterward, but the message had already been sent—Nigel might be walking wounded, but as long as there’s fight left in him, he’s still dangerous enough to take somebody’s spot. DCF goes down with ANOTHER L!
KEVIN KNIGHT TAKES OUT DARBY ALLIN
We got a nice video presentation of Darby Allin vs. Kevin Knight, with Darby reflecting on how Sting taught him he never had to change who he was to reach the top while accusing Knight of becoming almost unrecognizable. Kevin didn’t take that lightly. When Tony Schiavone tried to interview him, Knight shoved him aside, took the mic, and said he was tired of everybody questioning the Jet. In his mind, Darby still saw an old version of him; Kevin Knight was no longer a young boy but a grown-ass man and the greatest TNT Champion of all time. Knight called Darby out, but before Allin reached the ring, Kevin demanded security check him for flamethrowers, exploding backpacks, or any bs under his coat. Allin showed he was clean, yet Knight still wouldn’t face him directly.
As Darby stood on the stage, the pyro rig exploded around him, leaving him blinded, burned, and staggering down the ramp before Knight attacked him. Kevin threw Darby into the ring, trapped him in the Tree of Woe with a chair wedged across his neck, then launched a Coast 2 Coast into the steel, leaving Allin laid out as medics rushed in with a neck brace and stretcher. Even after Darby was wheeled toward the ambulance, Knight continued backstage, warning Steven Borden not to get caught in the crossfire while “the big boys” handled business. Borden looked ready to swing, but Darby stopped him with a simple “not yet.” Knight walked away, saying Darby was not ready, as the arena stayed covered in smoke that felt less like an attack and more like the burning of Darby Allin champion chances. The DCF finally gets on the board after what could have been the worst night for the family.
TRIOS MATCH: THE ELITE (KENNY OMEGA, MATT & NICK JACKSON) VS. THE DON CALLIS FAMILY (EL CLON, JACK DOYLE & “DUNKZILLA” MARK DAVIS)
Winners: The Elite
The Elite and the Don Callis Family entered the main event with too much history for a normal six-man tag. From the opening bell, Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks moved with chemistry. Nick and Matt Jackson pushed the tempo against El Clon before Omega joined; the trio used rapid tags and vintage teamwork to send Clon, Jake Doyle and “Dunkzilla” Mark Davis scrambling. The Callis Family pushed back. Davis brought the heavy artillery, Doyle used every dirty technique, and Clon slowed the Bucks whenever they gained momentum. Once Omega got the hot tag, Baltimore saw the crew that once ran the trios division. Kenny threw bombs, the Bucks cleared space with stereo dives, and all three launched themselves to the floor. Davis took a Dragon suplex, Doyle a Superkick Party. With Jake staggering in the ring, Omega hit the V-Trigger, then the One-Winged Angel for the win.
The celebration lasted five seconds. Roppongi Vice and Lance Archer stormed the ring as the Don Callis Family jumped the Elite and a table came out. Adam Copeland hit the scene, trading hands with Archer and Davis, followed by Christian Cage, who hesitated on the stage before joining his friend and kicking Trent Beretta downstairs. Trent ducked a Superkick Party, and Christian ate the Bucks’ boots instead. Copeland confronted them, but with the Callis Family closing in, cooler heads prevailed for the moment. Champions, challengers, old friends and uneasy allies cleared the ring side-by-side, leaving Omega alone with a microphone and something weighing on his mind.
Before Kenny could speak, Will Ospreay arrived seeking answers. After their earlier personal sit-down, Ospreay wanted to know what Omega had to say about bringing his seven-year-old son into their business. Kenny offered no apology. He called security, ordered them to “get his ass out of here,” and told Ospreay to tuck his tail and leave like a “little English bitch” until Wembley. Ospreay charged the ring and double-legged Omega. They traded blows until security separated them. Kenny hit a V-Trigger, tossed the guards out, and told Ospreay one final lesson remained. He dragged Will onto the apron, lifted him onto his shoulders, and delivered a One-Winged Angel off the apron through the table. Ospreay lay buried in the wreckage as Omega stood over him. Wembley was no longer about admiration, legacy, or testing greatness. The respect lingered, but the friendship was dead for now. Kenny Omega had reminded Will Ospreay that when you come for the throne, sometimes your hero is the one who throws you through the table.
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