Here’s a place to check results and comment along with a new episode of AEW Dynamite, airing tonight at 8 pm ET on TBS.
Check out our Wednesday morning preview post to get caught up on what led up to, and what we’re looking forward to on, tonight’s show.
This week’s show comes our way from Wintrust Arena in Chicago, where hometown boy CM Punk will finally get his hands on Maxwell Jacob Friedman! Plus, Ruby Soho and Nyla Rose settle a score stared during the TBS Title Tournament, PAC returns to join his Death Triangle mate Penta El Zero M against Kings of the Black Throne’s Malakai Black & Brody King, Jon Moxley in action... and more!
Come right back here at 8 pm ET when the Dynamite live blog kicks off once the show starts on TBS. It will be below this line here.
Enjoy the show!
AEW DYNAMITE RESULTS AND LIVE BLOG FOR FEB. 2
Once a fool had a good part in the play, if it’s so would I still be here today? It’s quite peculiar in a funny sort of way, they think it’s very funny everything I say, but me? I’m just here to liveblog this here pro wrestling show for you, folks.
The show opens with the intro video.
Jon Moxley vs. Wheeler YUTA
Moxley with a side headlock, shot off, shoulder block, arm wringer into a wristlock, YUTA with a an arm drag and he’s confident in Jon’s face! Go-behind, standing switch, again,leapfrog, slide under, Wheeler cracks off a dropkick! Jawing with Orange Cassidy at ringside, Mox catches a dive from YUTA and grabs a sleeper hold!
Back suplex, Wheeler lands on his feet and hits a hard dropkick! Throwing him back inside, missile dropkick, no dice, trading chops, Mox snaps off a piledriver for two! STS applied in the middle of the ring, shifting to a stepover toehold Japanese Stranglehold to keep him from getting the ropes but YUTA forces the break!
Up in the turnbuckles, Moxley clawing Wheeler’s back, YUTA knocks him down with a headbutt, nobody home on the dropkick, roll through and a second dropkick lands true! Manhattan Drop into a step-up enzuigiri, corner lariat, to the apron, Moxley raining headbutts down... HEADLOCK DRIVER ON THE APRON!
Danhausen is aggressively weird at Mox and YUTA lands a dive! Back inside, bridging German suplex for two, standing switch into a victory roll pin, off the ropes, Moxley hits an Ace Crusher! Paradigm Shift blocked, Wheeler hits an Olympic Slam, off the top with a diving splash... NOPE!
Off the ropes, la casadora reversed into a sleeper hold! Breaking it for a big lariat, trapping the arm, overhead elbows ala Bryan Danielson, underhooks...
Jon Moxley wins by pinfall with Paradigm Shift.
Post-match, “American Dragon” Bryan Danielson slides into the ring to confront Moxley.
He asks the crowd if they want to see them fight and, of course, gets thunderous “Yes!” chants. Dragon says for a long time he wanted to see them fight, too, because Mox was different. He wanted to see what he had, but since he came back, it’s been a new Jon Moxley.
And deep inside, there’s always been part of Bryan who wanted to test him, he saw him, was watching him as the AEW World Champion, and he was the best AEW World Champion. And, if he had a little support, he thinks he’d still be AEW World Champion, and that’s when he realized that Moxley and Danielson shouldn’t be fighting, they should be fighting together.
Here’s the deal, everybody here loves AEW, he gets it, but there’s no reason why some millennial cowboy should be AEW World Champion. There’s no reason why somebody dressed as a dinosaur should be an AEW World Tag Team Champion. There’s no reason why somebody whose main contribution to society is creating a “vlog” should be the TNT Champion.
Together, they could run this place. Whatever they want, if Mox wants to be AEW World Champion he could, with Danielson. They could be tag champs together, they could take some of these young guys, somebody like Wheeler YUTA who’s coming out here with jokes like Orange Cassidy and Danhausen, what if they took somebody like YUTA or “Red Death” Daniel Garcia under their wings? Or Lee Moriarty?
They could shape the future of pro wrestling together. Even if the fans don’t like Bryan, they like what he’s talking about right now, so he knows this is a lot to put on his plate, so he doesn’t have to answer right now, he just wants him to think about the possibilities.
He extends a hand before saying he knows it’s a lot of pressure and why not think about it?
We get a hype reel for Punk vs. MJF and we go to break.
Back from commercial, Brandi Rhodes is in the ring.
She says she loves coming to Cleveland, where everyone is nice to her. Or Chicago, whatever, same thing.
Dan Lambert and Men of the Year interrupt her.
Dan says they may have given her a reality show but what she needs is a reality check, and he’ll give it a shot. You can pretend that Cody Rhodes earned his spot and that chief brand officer is a real spot and not just an ego stroke, you can even pretend that your “Brandi from the block” accent when you get upset isn’t as fake as those bulldogs popping out of your top right now.
But you can’t deny that you’re getting booed out of the ring next to a racist sexist anti-AEW old man, and he almost feels like a decent man right now. Brandi tells All Ego the only reason he got signed is so they can get close to Josh Alexander and she says Lambert is doing good, five-time gym of the year, most champions in history, pretty good, but not great.
She tells Dan that it’s a little telling that his best fighter got his ass knocked out by Jake Paul, and Amanda Nunez, or is that too soon? Lambert should spend less time with AEW and more time with American Top Tits, er, Top Team, same thing. Dan snipes back, they jaw at each other and Rhodes slaps him!
Dan says he figured she’d be in a fighting mood tonight and he’s probably not the only person in the building who has “slapping the shit out of her” on his bucket list, but he’s got stuff to do before he goes down in a fireball of cancel culture, so he’s got something else for her.
Paige VanZant comes down and rams Brandi into the turnbuckles1 The women’s locker room opens to pull them apart!
Matt Hardy is backstage with Private Party, the Blade, and the Bunny.
He says he’s disappointed in Private Party for not winning the tag titles, and since Sammy Guevara is holding an open challenge for the TNT Championship, he wants that title. Andrade el Idolo rolls up, also disappointed, and Matt says Isiah Kassidy is gonna challenge for the title.
Andrade says he doesn’t want any mistakes, and Kassidy says he’s gonna take Sammy’s title and his girl, no mistakes. Matt asks how things are going with Darby, and Andrade says it’s a money thing, more dinero.
Death Triangle (PAC & Penta el Zero M) vs. Kings of the Black Throne (Brody King & Malakai Black)
PAC, blind, stands across from Malakai Black, who circles and gestures at him, trying to catch him out. The Bastard ducks a lariat and wags a finger, shot off, slide under, up and over, handspring away! Rolling solebutt, right hand, off the ropes, sliding dropkick!
PAC takes the bandage off and stares into the hard cam before blasting Black off the apron, stereo dives from he and Penta both! Back inside, tag made, missile dropkick right to the gentleman’s area for two! Another tag, elbow to the kidney, tag to King and we go to break.
Back from commercial, PAC fighting desperately, sunset flip, dive in for the tag! Penta with Sling Blade, one for Brody too, kick to the midsection, roll-through into a DDT on the big man! Lungblower follows, cover for two! Blind tag, PAC slides in, Black floats over a suplex, trades some forearms and then a wicked knee!
Strike rush into a legsweep, sliding knee, cover... NOPE! Off the ropes, another sliding knee, another two count! Off the ropes, the Bastard snaps off a German suplex and follows it with a brainbuster but King breaks it up! Brody and Penta trading forearms, King dumps him but Penta cracks an enzuigiri and follows it with a plancha!
Off the ropes... BRILLO PENTA! Up and over, superkicks, Malakai shrugs them off but immediately collapses as Penta gets the tag! Up top, King shoves PAC to the floor, Black mists Penta, tag to Brody...
Kings of the Black Throne win by pinfall with Dante’s Inferno.
Adam Cole cuts a promo backstage pointing out that he’s still undefeated because last week’s lights out match doesn’t count. He’s one of the best damn pro wrestlers in the world and you’re gonna see an Adam Cole who takes what he wants. He’s gonna hurt Evil Uno and beat him on Friday, and then the world will know what he wants.
And so we go to break.
Nyla Rose vs. Ruby Soho
Soho throws her jacket at Rose and starts throwing hands! Shoved off, up and over, Nyla freight trians her with a lariat! Scoop and a slam, off the ropes, Ruby looking for a crucifix, no good, she rolls away from a leg drop and hits a knee strike! Whip blocked, corner headscissors denied, Nyla hits a Samoan Drop for two!
Stepping over, seated armbar, biting Soho’s fingers, referee Aubrey Edwards admonishes her and she settles for wishboning them and breaking the hold! Clubbing blows, putting Ruby into the corner, shoulder thrusts, choking her, Soho fires chops back and Nyla cracks a headbutt to cut her off!
Scoop and a slam, leg drop... NOPE! Death Valley Driver follows... NOT ENOUGH! Back to a kneeling armbar and we go to break.
Back from commercial, Rose and Soho jockeying for position on the apron, Ruby with a fireman’s carry... TKO ON THE APRON! Nyla recovers first, spinebuster on the floor, throwing her back inside, Beast Bomb denied, wristlock, No Future... VICKIE GUERRERO PULLS NYLA’S FOOT UNDER THE ROPES!
Ruby goes after Guerrero, Rose grabs a handful of hair and drags her in for a hanging neckbreaker! Headed up top, Soho meets her with a chop and climbs to join her, Frankensteiner blocked, throwing her down, Ruby goes for No Future but misses, Rose off the top... SENTON ATOMICO! Up for the powerbomb...
Nyla Rose wins by pinfall with the Beast Bomb.
Backstage, Ass Dad and the Ass Boys confront “Jungle Boy” Jack Perry and mock him briefly. Perry attacks and they swarm him and take him outside into the snow and throw him across a snow bank! Christian Cage and Luchasaurus make the save and run them off!
We see CM Punk and Maxwell Jacob Friedman preparing for their match and go to break.
Back from commercial, Tony Schiavone introduces “Hangman” Adam Page and interviews him about his title defense against Lance Archer next week.
He says he’s been AEW World Champion for 81 days and he’s gotten to defend it twice. At the beginning of the year he begged and pleaded for a challenger and here he is, three weeks later, still waiting. Archer wants a Texas Death Match, and he really does not give a shit because he needs something, anything, and he needs it tonight.
Dan Lambert and Jake “the Snake” Roberts come out and Dan cuts a promo full of sports references. Page starts talking and Jake tells him to shut up and calls him a little boy, afraid. Lance Archer comes down and we got a brawl! Archer chokeslams him on the steel steps, crucifix... BLACKOUT INTO THE TIMEKEEPER’S TABLE!
Archer tells him everything changes next week when he becomes the new champion, and he doesn’t give a DAMN what anybody thinks or wants.
Chris Jericho cuts a promo asking Ortiz and Santana why they did what they did last week, and uses his power as an influencer to demand a full Inner Circle team meeting in the ring, next week.
Commentary hypes up the card for Rampage
Maxwell Jacob Friedman makes his entrance to send us to break.
CM Punk vs. Maxwell Jacob Friedman
Friedman backs off and gets a cheap shot and a few less cheap shots before Punk turns him around in the corner for more striking. Ducking the mounted punches, CM lays a couple kicks in and punches MJF in the ropes, turning him into drinky bird before sending him crashing to the floor!
Friedman runs off into the crowd but he trips on the concrete steps, where Punk grabs a fan’s beverage and cracks it across Max’s head! Atomic Drop into the guardrail! Bulldog headlock, punches, dragging him back to the ring. Scoop and a slam, another, one more for good measure and Punk takes a breather in the turnbuckles.
Perching up top, but MJF has the wherewithal to roll away! Punk ends up crashing to the floor and clutching his arm. Over on the timekeeper’s table, Max steps on his wrist and drops a knee across it as we go to break!
Back from commercial, Friedman is working the arm over with vile vigor but Punk manages to snap a neckbreaker off and get some breathing room! Corner knee into the bulldog, shaking life into his arm, MJF rolls to the apron where CM meets him to put boots to him. Scoop and a slam on the apron!
Back inside, Punk perches but Friedman recovers and crotches him! Elevated wristlock off the top, Ricky Steamboat style, cover... PUNK KICKS OUT! Pepsi Twist connects, Punk getting himself back in the game, fired up, but Max takes referee Bryce Remsburg hostage in the corner! CM pulls Bryce away and Friedman chokes him with a length of wrist tape!
Sleeper applied, Punk trying to indicate the foreign object but Remsburg is unawares! Almost up in the fireman’s carry but CM slumps down and Max falls back into the bodyscissors! Bryce checks Punk’s hand, it falls three times...
Maxwell Jacob Friedman wins by referee stoppage.
But as referee Bryce Remsburg raises Friedman’s hand he sees the tape... THE MATCH WILL CONTINUE!
Punk with a schoolboy for two, lariats and a punch to the dome, mounted punches in the corner, like twenty of ‘em! MJF stumbling and wobbly, Manhattan Drop connects, big lariat off the ropes and CM is fired up! An upkick sends Punk crashing to the floor and we go to break!
Back from commercial, Friedman draws Punk up for the Heatseeker but CM counters! Springboard lariat, MJF with an armbreaker over the top rope but Punk is able to kick him to the floor! Suicide dive follows and sends Max crashing into the barricade! Back inside, Friedman with a kick to the leg and a double stomp to the elbow, stepover armlock applied, post the knee, arm-trap cloverleaf applied!
Punk reverses to a half-crab and then a STF but he has to let go because of the injured arm! Double leg into a jackknife pin, bridge out of it, fireman’s carry but CM’s injured leg gives out! Small package for two, headlock takeover reversed to a headscissors, this time MJF goes for an ankle lock in the middle of the ring!
CM rolls him into the turnbuckles, slow to capitalize and both men start trading strikes, on their feet and stumbling. Off the ropes, duck a lariat, Punk snaps off a poison Frankensteiner! Salt of the Earth reversed, into the ropes, faking a stinger and he sucks Punk in... HERE IT IS DRIVER CAN’T KEEP CM PUNK DOWN!
Waistlock, into the corner, referee Bryce Remsburg trapped and Friedman hits a low blow but even feet on the ropes can’t get him a three count and we go to break!
Back from commercial, Friedman torquing the injured leg by the ankle, stepping on the far foot, spinning toehold but Punk reverses to a pin for two! Big leg lariat gets some breathing room, slowly back to his feet, throwing Max into the turnbuckles, step-up knee but MJF blocks the bulldog by biting his fingers and then bites his forehead for good measure!
Setting CM up top, climbing to join him, knuckle lock on the injured left arm but Punk bites back! Underhooks... THE FIRST PEPSI PLUNGE SINCE THE RING OF HONOR DAYS MY GOD! His injured knee takes the landing back and Max rolls out of the ring! Back inside, Tombstone attempt, reversed, reversed again to a victory roll and Punk hits the flash roundhouse after kicking out!
Headed up top... THE MACHO ELBOW CAN’T KEEP MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN DOWN! Punk fired up, soaking in the energy of his people, but MJF bails out of the ring again!
Wardlow is here!
A conflicted look on his face, he walks down to MJF’s fallen body and steps over it, staring Punk down! WARDLOW STEPS ASIDE AND LEAVES MAX TO PUNK! Throwing MJF back in, Wardlow runs interference and keeps Bryce distracted while Friedman punches Punk with the ring...
Maxwell Jacob Friedman wins by pinfall with a loaded punch.
Post-match, commentary breaks down the ending of the match and points out that Wardlow passed the ring to MJF.
Max sits crosslegged in the ring in front of Punk’s prone body and declares himself the new Best in the World.
That’s the show, folks.