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Add FightsATW on GoogleSome nights in professional wrestling are built around championships, matches, and momentum toward the next PPV/PLE. Last night was built around looking toward the entrance and knowing someone who should be there never will be again. AEW Dynamite came live from the Petersen Events Center in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, but the building carried a different weight because PAC/Neville — Benjamin Satterley — could not walk through that curtain.
For years we knew the glare, the intensity, the violence, and the impossible athleticism. We knew the man who could make any match feel important, the man gravity forgot, and the King of the Cruiserweight. We lost a husband and a son. The night was tough, but the hardest part was realizing the person behind those highlight moments meant something different to everyone who crossed his path — a rival to some, a stablemate to others, an influence to wrestlers who studied him, and a performer fans expected to see for years. Dynamite was not about counting championships or replaying the greatest hits. It was about remembering the little things that become enormous once someone is gone: the entrance you assumed you would hear again, the next match you thought was still coming, the conversations people wish they had one more chance to have.
Sometimes you do not fully understand the space someone occupied until you feel the space they left behind. Last night Pittsburgh gave AEW a place to sit with their feelings, celebrate the memories, and say thank you one more time. As the wrestling world honors the Bastard, stay locked in with Fights Around The World at FightsATW.com — where the fights are global, the stories matter, and every legacy deserves to be treated like the main event.
WE LOVE YOU BEN
AEW Dynamite opened not with pyro or music, but with a memorial graphic for PAC — Benjamin Satterley. From the first frame, the night felt heavier than usual. Excalibur sat alone at the desk and spoke not only of the wrestler fans knew as “The Bastard,” but of the man behind the character: warm, supportive, intensely private at first, yet able to light up a room once he talked about the people and craft he loved. In the ring, Tony Schiavone stood beside flowers and a large portrait of PAC and spoke of wrestling’s strange, beautiful truth: the locker room becomes family, and when one of your own is gone, everybody feels it.
Schiavone reminded the audience that PAC could be ruthless on-screen and still kind, generous, and deeply respected behind the curtain. The greatest lesson Benjamin left was simple — be kind, be good to people, and make those around you better for having known you. Then AEW rolled footage from Saturday Night after All Out, the final segment PAC taped with the company, and every word carried more weight.
In that footage, Jon Moxley spoke of loss, failure, and the duty to make the most of whatever time and opportunity you are given. He told Will Ospreay that losing is part of wrestling and part of life — matches, opportunities, people — but the answer is still to get up tomorrow and give everything, because every day is a gift. He talked of the privilege of packed arenas, standing with friends and teammates, and being trusted with the future of professional wrestling.
He said there are two kinds of eulogies: one about what you did, and one about who you were. As the Death Riders walked away, PAC stayed a last second — arms crossed, staring into the camera with that familiar glare — then turned and followed his teammates out of frame for the final time. Back live, the roster stood on the stage while Schiavone led a ten-bell salute, everyone fighting to hold together. It was a devastating last image: a locker room saying goodbye to a wrestler who made the screen feel dangerous, and to a man who made the people behind it feel supported and safe. On a night dedicated to his memory, AEW honored not only what PAC did, but who Benjamin Satterley was.
AEW CONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: JON MOXLEY (c) VS. ORANGE CASSIDY
Winner: And Still Champ Jon Moxley
The Death Riders’ music hit first, but the image that lingered was PAC’s empty chair, his towel draped across it, a quiet reminder that the match unfolded on a night heavier with emotion than usual. Jon Moxley entered with the AEW Continental Championship, Orange Cassidy followed, and the bell gave both men something familiar: competition. A patient technical exchange tightened into a fight as Moxley worked Cassidy’s arm and neck while Orange slipped free, frustrating the champion with speed, counters, and just enough disrespect to pull him into his show. Cassidy baited Moxley around ringside, hit a suicide dive, landed the satellite DDT, and stacked Orange Punches until an upset felt real.
Moxley answered by turning momentum into survival, absorbing everything Orange threw, firing back with lariats and the Brutalizer before Cassidy nearly stole it with a roll-through pin. The near fall sharpened Moxley’s focus. He trapped Orange in the Blackout, pulled him up, and planted him with the Death Rider to retain. Afterward, Moxley sat against the ropes, drained, until Bryan Danielson’s music hit. Danielson entered, stared with heavy eyes, then rushed in and hugged him as the crowd chanted, “He’s our Bastard!” Moxley kept the title, but the lasting image was two men holding each other while an empty chair showcased who was missing.
8 MAN TAG MATCH: DON CALLIS FAMILY (KEVIN KNIGHT, KLYE FLETCHER, ROCKY ROMERO & TRENT BERETTA) VS. THE ELITE (“HANGMAN” ADAM PAGE, KENNY OMEGA, MATT & NICK JACKSON)
Winner: The Elite
“Hangman” Adam Page delivered one of the night’s most personal tributes to PAC, remembering Benjamin Satterley not as the intimidating bastard fans knew on television, but as one of the kindest, humblest, and most welcoming people he met when he arrived in AEW. Through tears, Page spoke of growing closer to him in recent months and of being grateful he had told Ben how much he respected, appreciated, and admired him while he was still here. Hangman said PAC didn’t just love wrestling—he loved the people in it, those beside him, and the generations who would stand where they stood. When Page simply said, “I’m going to miss you,” little else remained. The tears said the rest.
The night then returned to what PAC loved most: wrestling. The Elite—Hangman, Kenny Omega, and the Young Bucks—collided with Kevin Knight, Kyle Fletcher, Rocky Romero, and Trent Beretta in an eight-man sprint that barely let the ring breathe. Opening chaos quickly turned precise as the Bucks hit quick double teams, Hangman and Omega chopped Romero into next week, and the Elite launched a four-man Terminator dive that celebrated everything fast, reckless, and beautiful about the style.
The Don Callis Family answered with bursts of control, isolating Nick Jackson, cutting Matt off from the tag, and using Strong Zero and a Michinoku Driver to keep the Elite unsettled. Once Hangman hit the ring hot, momentum shifted. Page cleared the apron, wiped out Knight and Fletcher, and opened the door for Omega’s Dragon suplexes. The match dissolved into chaos—V-Triggers, superkicks, dives, moonsaults, and counters—until the Elite found rhythm. Hangman and Omega connected with a Buckshot/V-Trigger, the Bucks followed with the BTE Trigger, and Kenny finished Trent Beretta with the One-Winged Angel. On a night defined by memory, it felt poetic: Page spoke of a man who loved wrestling and its people, then stepped into a match that looked like four friends reminding everyone why this business can mean so much.
IT’S NOT GOODBYE, IT’S SEE YOU LATER
The tribute continued as Cash Wheeler fought back tears, saying he would miss Ben’s smile and kindness, and that he was one of the best people he had ever known. “Switchblade” Jay White admitted PAC never knew how much he meant to the locker room or to him. White said he studied PAC’s work frame by frame and never matched it, calling Ben the complete wrestler, the consummate professional, and a genuinely great man. Renee Paquette read a statement from PAC’s family, who said they were devastated by the loss of their “beautiful Ben” but moved by love from around the world.
They spoke of his devotion to family, his sausage dog, his international career, and his pride in joining AEW after meeting Tony Khan in 2018, thanking the company, fans, and those who made him feel at home. Swerve Strickland, Prince Nana, and New Level then carried the AEW World Trios Championships—titles PAC held longer than anyone in company history—to the ring, placed them beneath his portrait and flowers, and laid a memorial flag across the gold. No promo followed. The silent image said everything: PAC may be gone, but the standard he helped build is still carried forward.
RICOCHET VS. WILL OSPREAY
Winner: Will Ospreay
Ricochet’s remembrance of PAC felt less like a wrestling promo and more like someone trying to hold onto a piece of his own past. He spoke about the strange cruelty of always believing there will be more time, then took everyone back to their Dragon Gate days in Japan, when he and Ben shared a room barely big enough for a bunk bed and two bags, spending nights and sometimes entire days together while chasing the same dream. Ricochet called PAC a big brother, someone he looked up to not just for what he could do in the ring, but for the way he carried himself.
Through tears, he noted how rare it is for so many people across Japan, WWE, AEW, Mexico, and England to tell the same kind of positive stories about one man—funny stories, kind stories, stories of inspiration—about a person whose reputation outside the ring matched the brilliance inside it. Ricochet said there may never be another that good at both, then buried his face in his hands and told Ben he loved him and would miss him terribly.
Minutes later, he and Will Ospreay stood forehead-to-forehead before the bell, exchanged a few quiet words, embraced and shook hands, and the tribute became competition. What followed was everything PAC helped inspire in modern wrestling: speed, precision, innovation, and trust, both men seeming to know what the other was thinking before the move happened. Ricochet flew with a Sasuke Special, Phoenix Splash, and Shooting Star attacks; Ospreay answered with a handspring kick, satellite DDT, and Blue Thunder Driver.
The match kept climbing until every near-fall felt like both men refusing to let the night end. Ricochet survived the Styles Clash, Ospreay survived the Shooting Star Press, and after one final escalation, Will hit the Hidden Blade, climbed to the top, and landed the Black Arrow for the win.
The bell rang, but Ospreay didn’t celebrate. He collapsed to all fours and sobbed as Andrade, Francesco Akira and Mike Bailey checked on him, then rose long enough to embrace Ricochet again. Bryce Remsburg handed him the AEW World Championship; even that exchange became a hug before Ospreay pointed toward the sky. His prerecorded words afterward made the moment heavier. Will spoke about filming matches with friends as a teenager and uploading them to YouTube, then learning someone he knew had a connection to PAC—the same PAC he had watched in 1PW and Dragon Gate. Those matches gave him hope that someone like him could follow the same road, and from then on PAC became the first wrestler Ospreay truly chased.
When they finally met in 2019, Will found that the man who played such a vicious character was one of the kindest people he had ever met. He talked about missing his face, their conversations, the lessons, and the happiness PAC gave so many, then said he only hoped he had done him justice. That was the real finish. Not the Black Arrow. Not the three-count. Two men who helped reshape modern wrestling stood in the ring carrying the influence of someone they loved, and for one night every flip, strike and tear felt like a thank-you to the man who showed them the way.
WOMEN TRIOS MATCH: DR. BRITT BAKER, DMD, MERCEDES MONÉ & PERSEPHONE VS. HYAN, THUNDER ROSA & MARINA SHAFIR
Winner: Hyan, Thunder Rosa & Marina Shafir
The women’s trios match opened with pace and precision but soon became a fight for control and composure as chaos filled the ring. Hyan and Persephone traded quick counters early, Thunder Rosa added energy with a dropkick and tijeras, and Britt Baker tried to slow the tempo before Marina Shafir entered and shifted the tone. Shafir ran through the opposition with kicks, suplexes, and a nasty Tiger feint headscissors driver into the apron, then returned from outside to attack Mercedes Moné’s injured face, making the match feel personal.
Everything broke loose: German suplexes, a Falcon Arrow, lungblower, Busaiku Knee, scorpion kick, and spear landed in rapid succession as each woman searched for the finish. Britt tried to end it with Lockjaw, flashing the glove and taunting Jon Moxley before locking it in, but Marina refused to fold. She powered up, threw Baker off, and transitioned into the Brutalizer for the submission, giving Hyan, Shafir, and Rosa the win. Afterward, Marina called Moxley to the ring, and they embraced.
AEW FAMILY MOURNS TOGETHER
Swerve Strickland remembered PAC as a wrestler you studied before you knew him: meticulous, exact, almost obsessive about every detail. When they met in AEW, Swerve found the man behind that precision one of the quietest in the room. Yet when PAC spoke, people listened; his words carried weight. Those talks could motivate, challenge, or linger, and Swerve hoped Ben knew how deeply he was loved across wrestling.
Darby Allin’s remembrance was another heartwarming moment. Some chase fame or money, but PAC chased wrestling itself; the pure love of it. After the news, Darby rewatched old footage of them fighting on a golf course and crashing through a flaming table. He laughed, recalling how he expected PAC to hate the chaos, only to find him in the sand inventing wild ideas of his own. Darby thanked Ben for every crazy spot, memory, and shared moment, hoping that somewhere beyond this life another ring awaits them.
Swerve remembered the mind, Darby the madness. Together they showed PAC loved wrestling so completely that everyone around him felt it.
10 MAN TAG TEAM MATCH: THE DEATH RIDERS (“AMERICAN DRAGON” BRYAN DANIELSON, WHEELER YUTA, GABE KIDD & CLAUDIO CASTAGNOLI) VS. THE DON CALLIS FAMILY (JAKE DOYLE, JOSH ALEXANDER, LANCE ARCHER, MARK DAVIS & WARDLOW
Winners: The Death Riders
The main event delivered surprise after surprise: Wardlow returned with the Don Callis Family, then Jon Moxley entered only to skip the ring and sit at commentary, offering a cryptic reminder that sometimes everything works out if you roll with the punches. The arena then shifted completely as “American Dragon” Bryan Danielson returned and joined the Death Riders, turning the volatile ten-man match into something far larger. From the bell, both sides attacked without pacing themselves. Danielson clashed with Josh Alexander on the floor while Daniel Garcia, Gabe Kidd, and Wheeler YUTA fought to stop the Callis Family from controlling the ring. Wardlow’s power was met by Claudio Castagnoli’s, and every tag raised the temperature.
The Callis Family isolated YUTA and forced him uphill until Danielson tagged in and the match flipped. He cleared the apron, found his rhythm, and traded submissions with Alexander before the match collapsed into chaos: Blackout, German suplexes, fallaway slams, Busaiku Knees, suicide dives, and bodies flying everywhere, the result secondary to survival. Garcia trapped Jake Doyle in the Dragontamer as Claudio hit Blackout for the finish, giving the Death Riders the win. Afterward, the group embraced as adrenaline gave way to emotion, then AEW aired a final video package honoring PAC—interviews, promos, and memories layered like one last conversation.
When it ended, the camera found PAC’s chair still in place, his towel draped over the back under a single spotlight. No music. No speech. No explanation needed. After a night of stories about the man he was, matches inspired by the wrestler he became, and tears from those who loved him, AEW closed on the simplest image: the place where PAC should have been. The ring was empty, the crowd quiet, and for one final moment the spotlight belonged to the man who wasn’t there; a fitting goodbye to a Bastard the wrestling world will never forget.
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