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WSW Ignition: 2019 Grand Prix Night One (Episode 204)
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Promotion: World Series Wrestling
Date: August 15, 2019
City: Houston, TX
Venue: NRG Arena
Attendance: 5,800

The 8/15 Ignition opened with a video package, set to No Regrets by KSHMR, the official theme of the 2019 Grand Prix.

The music started slow and cinematic – building strings with ambient echoes. Mauro Ranallo’s voice narrated the piece:



Tonight, the tournament of tournaments begins. There is no feeling quite like it...everything is on the line.

A dark, empty arena is shown. The arena lights illuminate. Crews setting up the ring. Slow-motion shots of turnbuckles being tightened and ropes being pulled taut are featured.

We hear the voice of AJ Styles, and the camera cuts to a sit-down interview:

There’s no real way of describing what it’s like to win the Grand Prix. The stakes, the competition, the physical toll...it’s all very real.

There’s no way to formulate the words of pride and emotion that comes with claiming that trophy and knowing that you are going to main event November Reign. Understanding that and feeling that...I want to win this thing again so bad.

As AJ speaks, we see highlights of last year’s tournament and AJ lifting the 2018 trophy – fans screaming in the background.

Mauro Ranallo’s narration is heard again:

The nerves, the moment, the noise, the frenzy...this is where legends are made.

Rapid cut highlights are shown: Ospreay flipping off the ropes, Castagnoli hitting a European uppercut, Bandido raising his arms in triumph.

We next hear the voice of Kenny Omega. We see his sit-down interview along with visuals of him landing V-Triggers and raising the World Title belt high:

To me, the greatest professional wrestlers in history are the ones that excel in tournament environments. Not just the ability to win, but the ability to stack wins – week after week; round after round. That takes incredible physical and mental ability. It takes skill and strategy. I consider myself the greatest tournament wrestler on the planet...I also understand that no reigning WSW World Champion has ever won the Grand Prix. That’s ground that I want to break.

The voice of Will Ospreay is heard, and we see visuals of him collapsing after a match, roaring in defiance, pacing alone backstage, tightening his wrist tape in silence.

The Grand Prix...this is everything. There is no tomorrow for me. I have shoved all my chips in...I have bled, I have broken bones, I have traveled thousands of miles all by myself to chase greatness. I NEED this.

Mauro’s narration:

One move. One moment. Three seconds. That’s all it takes to etch your name into the annals of greatness.

Pulsing highlights are show – mat slaps, crowd gasps, and referees sliding into position. We hear the sound of an arena counting: 1.....2.......3.

For the next five weeks, twelve men are grouped into two blocks. Inside the blocks, wrestlers will compete in round-robin action. Each match will be contested under a twenty-minute time limit. Two points for a win. One for a draw. None for a defeat.

The wrestler with the highest point total in each block will advance to the Grand Prix Finals...September 21st at the legendary Cow Palace.

Drone shots of the Cow Palace are shown, the California sun setting in the background.

Ricochet is featured next. We see him training alone in a gym:

I’d be lying to you if I told you that I was satisfied with my career. I’m certainly happy and grateful for the stage I’ve been given, but I have the biggest of big dreams.

I want to be World Champion. I want to be the name and the face that this company is built around.

I don’t just want to be known as Ricochet, the amazing athlete...I want to be known as Ricochet, the best professional wrestler in the world.

Mauro’s narration:

The winner of the Grand Prix earns a main event World Championship shot at the biggest show in WSW’s history...November Reign. November 30th. Madison Square Garden.

A drone shot of Madison Square Garden is shown, the towering skyline of New York City in the background.

Adam Cole is featured. We see highlights of him superkicking opponents and hitting the Last Shot.

:Let me make one thing crystal clear.

I am the original rebel. I am the pioneer. And as far as I’m concerned...I’m the face of the wrestling revolution. I will stop at NOTHING to win the Grand Prix.

MY name was the rocket fuel WSW needed, and it is my God-given right to have my name on the marquee of Madison Square Garden.

Claudio Castagnoli is featured. We see highlights of him winning the WSW World Championship in 2015, transitioning to highlights of him brutalizing opponents with uppercuts, gutwrench suplexes, and Ricola Bombs.

I was the first ever WSW World Champion. And the day I lost that title...my soul died. For four years, I’ve chased that feeling – that taste of immortality. I don’t care how many broken bodies I must leave behind. I need that belt to feel alive again.

Jon Moxley is featured. We see him walking down a dark hallway. We see close ups of his scarred knuckles.

The time for talking is over. This tournament is a no bullshit meat grinder.

Best on best....

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I promised to set the world on fire...just watch what happens next.

A spotlight shines on the Grand Prix trophy sitting in the middle of an empty ring. Mauro’s narration is heard one final time:

Twelve men. Two blocks. One winner and a date with destiny at Madison Square Garden.

This...

Is the 2019 Grand Prix!


The video package ends with the last note of No Regrets. The camera then hard cuts inside the NRG Arena where pyro EXPLODES on stage.

The camera sweeps the sold-out crowd, as our commentary duo of Mauro Ranallo and Chael Sonnen welcome us to the show:

Mauro Ranallo: Welcome to WSW Ignition! Welcome to Houston, Texas! And WELCOME to the 2019 Grand Prix!

Mamma mia!

We are LIVE from a sold-out NRG Arena, and over the next five weeks, twelve of the greatest professional wrestlers on the planet will fight for the right to main event November Reign at Madison Square Garden!

Chael Sonnen: Mauro, I’ve been in high-stakes tournaments. I’ve seen pressure crack men in half. But this? This is something else. This is where careers are made. I can feel it in the air – tonight is DIFFERENT!

Mauro Ranallo: The Grand Prix begins right now with two of the most incredible athletes to ever step foot inside a ring. Let’s send things to our ring announcer, Justin Roberts!

The camera cut to the ring, where Justin Roberts raised the microphone:

Houston, Texas.........

This is your opening contest of the 2019 Grand Prix, scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit, and it is an A Block match!


Match One: A Block - “The Aerial Assassin” Will Ospreay (0-0; 0 points) vs. Ricochet (0-0; 0 points)

The first match of Ignition was an A Block match between Will Ospreay and Ricochet. The crowd was electric as both men made their entrance. Ranallo and Sonnen offered their thoughts:

Mauro Ranallo: This is the first time we have seen Will Ospreay since that loss to Jon Moxley at SummerFest. He has been very candid and emotional about his desire to make 2019 the Year of Ospreay.

That’s not just a tagline Chael, this is a man that has dedicated his whole life to this wrestling, pushed boundaries, and now he seeks to elevate his name to the stratosphere of our sport.

Chael Sonnen: Across from him tonight is a man that I think mirrors Ospreay in so many ways...Ricochet. Look these two guys are straight up sensations, they can do things with their bodies that no one else in the world can, but they both feel they have everything to prove.

I can promise you – you're not gonna see a faster match all year. Blink and you’ll miss something.

The Houston crowd roared with excitement as both men met in the center of the ring. A respectful handshake drew a cheer – this was a bout built on honor and competition. Both fan favorites, Ospreay and Ricochet were cheered loudly, with the crowd just slightly louder for Ospreay.

The two men circled and locked up. They launched into a slick chain wrestling sequence – wristlocks, headlocks, and counters ensued – ending with both men kipping to their feet in a stalemate and applause.

A second exchange ramped up the pace: lightning-fast reversals, flips, rolls, and escapes. Ospreay got the better of it, hitting a tijeras followed by a smooth arm drag that sent Ricochet down. He rolled to the outside and slapped the apron in frustration.

Ospreay ran the ropes...springboard off the middle rope......






Ospreay FLIPPED back into the center of the ring, faking the dive. He struck his iconic superhero pose in the center of the ring. He yelled:

Come on then, bruv!

Ricochet nodded, smirking at the challenge as he reentered the ring.

What followed was breathtaking – an acrobatic rope-running sequence full of mirrored movement: dodges, kip-ups, and split-second reactions. The audience rose to their feet, erupting for the insane speed and athleticism.

Ricochet caught Ospreay mid-handspring and tried for a German Suplex – but Ospreay flipped over in mid-air, landing on his feet. In an instant, Ricochet popped him with a Pele Kick that connected flush to the jaw, sending Ospreay tumbling through the ropes to the floor.

Without missing a beat, Ricochet soared.....


SPACE FLYING TIGER DROP!

Ricochet twisted through the air with picture-perfect rotation!

Justin Roberts made the first time call of the match:

Five minutes have expired. Fifteen minutes remain.

Back inside, Ricochet hit a slingshot senton and scored the first 2-count of the match. Ricochet followed with a flurry of offense – combination strikes, a leaping neckbreaker, and a middle rope blockbuster!

1....


2......................

Kick Out!

Ricochet kept his foot on the gas. He tried for a hurricanrana, but Ospreay blocked at the last second and hoisted him up for a powerbomb....

Ricochet escaped and countered with a DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB!

1....


2...........


Kick Out!

On commentary:

Mauro Ranallo: Ricochet is controlling the pace so far, Chael. If you were scoring this on points, he’s ahead here.

Chael Sonnen: He’s just one step ahead of Ospreay, and to his credit, he’s staying on the attack. We know how much pressure Will Ospreay has put on himself coming into the Grand Prix. You’ve got to wonder...is he going to crack under that pressure?!

Ricochet went for the Benadryller, but Ospreay countered with a DDT!

With the crowd cheering singing his name, Ospreay caught his second wind...CORKSCREW KICK!

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2.................


Kick Out!

Ricochet rolled out to the apron, and Ospreay followed. Ricochet ducked a roundhouse kick and attempted a half-and-half suplex on the apron, but Ospreay escaped the grasp with a stiff back elbow.

Ospreay landed a superkick...followed by ANOTHER superkick!

Ospreay charged down the apron, but Ricochet hoisted him up into a fireman’s carry.........












DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ON THE APRON!








The crowd gasped as Ospreay flopped to the floor.

In a stunning moment, Ricochet followed.....





SHOOTING STAR PRESS OFF THE APRON TO THE FLOOR!





This is awesome!


Ten minutes have expired. Ten minutes remain.

Back in the ring, Ricochet hit a SPRINGBOARD 450! Cover!




1...





2...................





No!

Ospreay refused to stay down! Ricochet gritted his teeth and stayed on the attack. He lifted Ospreay for Vertigo, but Ospreay countered with a stunner!

Ospreay sprang to the ropes......OSCUTTER!




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2...........................





Kick Out!



Ospreay sat up, and he slowly yanked off his elbow pad. He signaled for the Hidden Blade..........


He charged.........................


















RICOCHET COUNTERED WITH A LIGHTNING-FAST SPANISH FLY!









BOTH MEN WERE DOWN!





The crowd buzzed and clapped in rhythm. At the count of eight, they rose and met in the center of the ring. A furious strike exchange followed – chops led to back-and-forth forearms.

Ricochet and Ospreay TEED off, and the crowd got hotter as each strike landed.

Ospreay roared and hit a MONSTER forearm that dropped Ricochet. He positioned him for the Stormbreaker, but Ricochet drove Ospreay into the corner to prevent the move. Leaping head kick from Ricochet – he charged for a shotgun dropkick.....












BAM!













OSPREAY BEHEADED HIM WITH A HIDDEN BLADE OUT OF NOWHERE!














RICOCHET FOLDED IN HALF ON THE CANVAS!



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3.................................................................


Will Ospreay (13:40)

Will Ospreay: 2 Points (1-0) | Ricochet: 0 Points (0-1)

Both men were over as babyfaces and the crowd clearly knew about their previous matches on the independents throughout the years. The treated this like a big fight from the opening bell.

Match had a clean, escalating rhythm. The acrobatic rope-running exchange and Spanish Fly counter got the loudest reaction.

The Hidden Black was executed with maximum shock value – we really want to get this move over.

Overall, a fantastic tone-setter for the Grand Prix – an exciting, clean babyface vs. babyface match that delivered with athleticism. The crowd was super hot.

As the bell rang and the referee raised Will Ospreay’s hand, the Houston crowd stood and cheered.

Mauro Ranallo: He calls it the Hidden Blade – and it might be the most dangerous strike in WSW! Developed for his war with Jon Moxley at SummerFest...and now he brings it to the Grand Prix.

Chael Sonnen: That move came out of nowhere, Mauro – and it ended things fast. Ospreay sent a message here tonight!

Ricochet remained on the mat, dazed, clutching the side of his head and neck. The impact of the Hidden Blade clearly rattled him – his eyes blinked slowly, chest heaving.

Ospreay climbed the ropes, throwing his arms wide to a roar from the crowd. He pointed to the Grand Prix logo on the screen and then to himself – 2 points earned.

As Ospreay dropped from the turnbuckles, Ricochet made it to one knee. He looked up, foggy but focused, locking eyes with Ospreay across the ring.
The tension held for just a beat.

Ospreay gave a nod – nothing flashy, just a silent acknowledgement of the war they’d just fought. Ricochet nodded back faintly. No handshake. No pose. Just respect between warriors.

Mauro Ranallo said:

There’s a fine line between victory and defeat in the Grand Prix. One move, one moment, is all it takes. It was the Hidden Blade for Ospreay tonight, and he’s got his first 2 points of the tournament.


A vignette on the Death Busters aired.

The package opened with grainy black-and-white footage of the World Tag Team Championship match from last week. We see split-second flashes of the match finish:
  • Wilder biting Davey Boy’s head
  • Dawson low-blowing Teddy Hart
  • Wilder hitting the poisonrana on Davey Boy
  • The avalanche Fall of the Axe on Teddy Hart
  • 1...2...3 - the Death Busters retain the belts and win the rubber match with The Hart Foundation.
A low guitar-driven outlaw country beat plays – dusty and moody.

The camera fades to color, and we see a black Dodge Ram pickup truck drive down a two-lane highlight. Dawson is driving and Wilder rides shotgun. Both wear shades, and the WSW World Tag Team Titles rest on the dashboard. In the backseat, we see two leather jackets with the Black Arrow logo on the sleeve.

Dawson (voiceover):

Everybody loves a redemption story, right? The great Hart Foundation, a band of unwanted outlaws, got together and brought back a small glimmer of hope for the family name they ruined for years.

They won the belts; they had a good run...they lived the fairy tale they always dreamed of.

For one moment, they FINALLY got to wear the Hart Family legacy like a badge of honor.

Too bad the clock always strikes midnight in fairy tales.

Wilder (voiceover):

All that’s old is new again!

Here’s what the entire tag team division in WSW needs to understand...WE are inevitable.

As long as there’s oxygen in our lungs and blood pumping in our bodies – WE are the standard bearers of tag team wrestling.

Dawson (voiceover):

We ain’t flash. We ain’t finesse. We’re precision. We’re pain. And we’re just getting started.

Highlights are shown of the Death Busters wrenching limbs, hitting double-teams, and having their hands raised in victory.

Wilder (voiceover):

So whoever’s next – whoever thinks they’re ready to come for our gold – bring it.

Dawson (voiceover):

But it all ends the same way. Fall of the Axe...and 1. 2. 3.

Rapid cut highlights are shown of the Death Busters hitting the Fall of the Axe on multiple opponents.

Dawson (voiceover):

Because when Black Arrow aims...we don’t miss.

Top guys...out!

The package ends with a shot of the black truck driving off into the horizon.


Highlights are shown of the history between Adam Cole and Bobby Lashley. We see:
  • Adam Cole win the Intercontinental Championship in a three-way at Seize the Day in April. He was aided by Dawson & Wilder who put Lashley through a table during the match. Cole won the belt, despite not pinning Lashley (the champion coming in).
  • We see Lashley and Cole meet in a steel cage match at Undisputed for the Intercontinental Title.
  • We see a bloody Cole put down Lashley with a Last Shot with a chain wrapped around his knee. After the match, Dawson, Wilder & Cole pillmanized the arm of Arn Anderson and the leg of Bobby Lashley.
  • We see Lashley’s return two weeks ago. He has declared that he came back for two reasons – choke out Adam Cole and win the Grand Prix. He makes his return to the ring for the first time in thirteen weeks tonight.



Match Two: B Block – Adam Cole (0-0; 0 points) vs. Bobby Lashley (0-0; 0 points)

The second match of Ignition was a B Block match between Adam Cole and Bobby Lashley.

Mauro Ranallo: This is Bobby Lashley’s first match since Undisputed, and while the tape on his elbow tells one story, the look in his eyes tells another. Lashley has confirmed that he’s suffering bone spurs in that right elbow; however, he is here to make someone pay – and that someone is Adam Cole.

Chael Sonnen: Adam Cole is bonafide superstar. He's one of only two men to hold the World Title and the Intercontinental Title. He’s one of only two men to beat Lashley in a singles match. He’s cocky – but he’s smart. And in a tournament like this? Smart is just as important as strength. And I’ll tell you this, Mauro – bone spurs are not joke. They won’t kill you, but they sure hurt like hell. You can tape it, brace it, ice it...but that’s legit pain.

As soon as the bell rang, Adam Cole bailed to the outside, smirking as the crowd booed. Lashley stayed centered, eyes locked on him.

Slowly but surely, Cole climbed the ring steps and reentered. Lashley approached....




And Cole bailed outside again!

Lashley had enough. He exited the ring and gave chase.

Cole dove back inside to stay one step ahead. As Lashley got onto the apron, Cole booted him off. Cole followed to the outside, landing a sharp kick to the taped-up elbow that caused Lashley to wince.

Cole tried to whip Lashley into the steel steps, but Lashley cut him off with a sudden release overhead belly-to-belly suplex on the floor!

Lashley pulled him up, only to drive him back onto the floor mats with a German suplex!

Lashley rolled Cole inside the ring, noticeably shaking out his right elbow.

Back inside, Lashley hit two more German suplexes. Cole was tossed like a ragdoll! Lashley looked for the kill shot early, he sized up Cole, charged for the Spear........






Cole dodged and Lashley CRASHED shoulder-first into the steel ring post!





Mauro Ranallo exclaimed:

Good God! I think the entire ring moved from that impact!

Cole pounced – he wrenched the arm over the top rope, snapping the elbow across it a couple times. With the arm draped over the rope, Cole hit a superkick to the joint!

Lashley staggered out of the corner, and Cole followed with a bicycle kick, enziguri, and a backstabber! Cover!

1....


Kick Out!

Cole didn’t let the sudden kick out phase him. He ripped off the elbow tape and began choking Lashley with it! The crowd booed, as Cole spewed venom:

You don’t belong in this ring with me! You’re a broken-down freak!

The referee reached the count of 4 and then wrestled the tape out of Adam Cole’s hands, threatening him with a DQ. Cole went nose to nose with the referee before shoving him out the way to stomp on Lashley’s elbow! Cole stomped down repeatedly, then grinded his knee into the joint, isolating the elbow. The crowd booed.

Chael Sonnen said:

This is smart. There’s a calculated, brutal side of Adam Cole, and we’re seeing it on full display.

Cole pulled his hair back and backed into the corner. He went for the Last Shot.......








LASHLEY EXPLODED OFF THE MAT WITH A SPEAR! HE BLASTED COLE!



Lashley, wincing and favoring his arm, grabbed back control. He applied the seatbelt grip and went for the Head and Arm Choke in the center of the ring!





Cole flailed! He grabbed Lashley’s gigantic arm to prevent the submission, but Lashley got the choke applied!



Cole flailed in a panic! In a last bit of desperation, Cole reached up.........


HE DUG HIS FINGERS INTO THE EYES OF LASHLEY!


Lashley screamed in pain, but he didn’t let go!


With a SNARL, Lashley rolled to his side and cinched the choke in tighter!


Cole went limp!

The referee called for the bell!

Bobby Lashley (5:03)
Bobby Lashley 2 Points (1-0) | Adam Cole 0 Points (0-1)

This match was designed hit a narrative goal: reestablish Lashley as a monster, but maintain Cole’s identity as a cerebral, manipulative, entitled heel. We will use the bone spurs in the elbow as a legit story telling device throughout the Grand Prix. Lashley is an interesting character, and since his arrival in WSW, we have always leaned into his MMA background rather than pro wrestling.

This was a quick match that designed to feel like a fight.

Lashley released the hold and shoved Cole’s body down in disgust. He walked to the ropes, clutching his elbow. Fire burned inside his eyes as he looked at Adam Cole, who rolled to the outside – putting as much distance between himself and Lashley as possible.

Mauro Ranallo: Bobby Lashley wants to win the Grand Prix, but we heard him last week. He came into this match wanting to choke out Adam Cole. He wanted to exercise weeks of frustration. That Head and Arm choke is so deadly, and it just put Adam Cole to sleep!

Chael Sonnen: Cole tried to claw his way out – literally. But tonight, the storm was too strong. Cole’s behind the eight ball now, but the Grand Prix is a marathon, not a sprint.

Mauro Ranallo: Make no doubt about it – Bobby Lashley just sent a message to the rest of the B Block: injury or not, he is still an apex predator.


As Ignition returned from commercial, the camera panned to the commentary team on stage.

Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, before we continue with Grand Prix action, we do want to take a moment to address the absence of our colleague, Paige Knight.

Chael Sonnen: That’s right. As many of you may have seen on social media in the last couple of days, Paige has taken a medical leave of absence to undergo neck surgery. She’s as tough as they come, and we want to wish her nothing but the absolute best during her recovery.

Mauro Ranallo: Paige, we love you. The WSW family is thinking of you, and we can’t wait to have you back right here at this desk.


The announcers then threw it to a video package, hyping the AJ Styles/Austin Aries match.

The package opened with AJ Styles, calm and confident, sitting in a black leather chair.

It’s only fitting that my first match in the Grand Prix is against Austin Aries. Two men who were here on Day One of WSW. Two men who’ve built the foundation of this company. The history between us runs deep.

Clips of early WSW moments air: Aries vs. Styles from 2015.

The camera cuts to Austin Aries, who is intense and speaks with a bitterness in his voice.

After my loss to Cody, I knew what was next. It wasn’t a question – it was the Grand Prix. I may have lost the battle at SummerFest, but the Grand Prix...this is the battlefield to win my war. And wouldn’t you know it...standing across from me on night one is “The Phenomenal” AJ Styles.

Clips of AJ Styles winning titles and fans chanting his name are shown as Aries speaks.

AJ and I go way back...before there was WSW, before there was a so called wrestling revolution...there was Austin Aries and AJ Styles, redefining the sport of pro wrestling.

The only difference between us...AJ has always been the golden boy. He’s always gotten the royal treatment. Me? I was always put in a box, labeled a liability...never given the flowers that I so rightfully deserve.

Cut back to AJ Styles.

Tonight, fourteen years of history comes together. Everyone knows my goal – I want the World Title again. And this journey back to the belt starts with a man who’s been a constant my whole career.

Aries is dangerous. A tactician. He’s a guy that has never truly been given the credit that he deserves, and he wears that chip on his shoulder every day.

But me...I’ve got a fire in my belly that won’t quit. I need to feed that fire. And there’s no other option...than to win.

Cut back to Austin Aries.

I won’t be silenced anymore. I’m a founding father of WSW. But I wasn’t trustworthy or marketable enough for Shane McMahon to call me the ACE.

The Grand Prix is my final reckoning, and AJ Styles will be the first to fall. And when I beat their Ace...the world will realize what it’s been blind to for far too long...I have always been....

The Greatest Man That Ever Lived!


Match Three: A Block - Austin Aries (0-0; 0 points) vs. “The Phenomenal” AJ Styles (0-0; 0 points)

The third match of Ignition was A Block action between Austin Aries and AJ Styles. Aries entered to a chorus of boos from the Houston crowd.

Mauro Ranallo: This is the first time we’ve seen Austin Aries since SummerFest – where he fell to Cody. Tonight, he returns with a chip on his shoulder the size of Texas.

Chael Sonnen: Aries believes he’s the forgotten soldier in the rise of WSW – left behind while others got the shine. He’s hellbent on rewriting his narrative...and AJ Styles is the first man in his way.

Mauro Ranallo: And while Styles has been drawn like a magnet to Kenny Omega in recent weeks – with Jon Moxley lurking like a hungry tiger – tonight, AJ’s focus must be squarely on Austin Aries.

On September 15, 2015, AJ Styles and Austin Aries wrestled in a singles match for the first time inside a WSW ring. Here tonight, August 15, 2019 – we get the next installment in their saga, this time in the Grand Prix.

The bell rang and the two circled slowly. The crowd loudly chanted:

AJ STYLES!

They locked up. Aries grabbed a wristlock, but Styles quickly reversed into a hammerlock. Aries transitioned to a side headlock. Styles shot him into the ropes and went for his patented dropkick – but Aries hooked the top rope to stop his momentum, and Styles landed on the mat.

Aries charged, but Styles hit a backdrop; however, Aries flipped in mid-air and landed on his feet! Styles fired a stiff back elbow into the jaw, hit the ropes, but Aries caught him with a dropkick! The impact sent Style sprawling through the ropes to the floor.

TOPE SUICIDA!

Aries wasted no time – he flew like a missile and CRASHED into Styles with lightning-quick precision.

Aries whipped Styles back first into the ring apron, and then he whipped him into the steel steps with a loud CLANG!

Back inside, Aries charged – but Styles used his momentum against him and hoisted Aries into a fireman’s carry. Aries elbowed free and immediately tried the Brainbuster, but Styles blocked it. Styles tried to counter – hoisting Aries up for a vertical suplex, but Aries kneed him in the head as he was lifted, breaking free.

Aries let loose with elbow strikes to the head. He tried to cap his dizzying flurry with the Rolling Elbow, but Styles cut him off with BRUTAL forearm shot!

Styles followed with a spinning backfist!

Styles went for a discus lariat, but Aries countered with a crucifix bomb.......



NO!


Styles blocked it and transitioned into a Ushigoroshi!

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2.......

Kick Out!

Justin Roberts:

Five minutes have expired. Fifteen minutes remain.

On commentary, Mauro Ranallo said:

These two know each other so well. So many matches, so many battles inside the ring. They know the counters before the moves are even thrown!

Styles went for the Styles Clash, but Aries grabbed the ropes to prevent the move. Aries raked the eyes to create some separation. He hit the ropes and charged, but Styles elevated him up and over the ropes – all the way to the floor!

Styles followed with a slingshot plancha that connected perfectly!

Styles threw Aries back inside and positioned himself on the apron. He vaulted to the top rope.....



PHENOMENAL FOREARM...........



NO!




Aries swept his legs mid-springboard and AJ Styles CRASHED onto the apron in a NASTY LANDING!

Styles fell to the floor in pain. Aries leaned against the ropes with a sick smile and he urged the referee to begin the 20 count.


....5........6...........7...........8........

Grabbing the ring skirt, Styles pulled himself to his feet at the count of 9. He grabbed at his lower back.

Aries realized the count out wasn’t happening, so he hit the ropes and sprinted – looking for another tope suicida.......



BUT STYLES SPRUNG TO THE TOP ROPE......




PHENOMENAL FOREARM!







COVER!


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KICK OUT!

Grabbing at his back, Styles went for the Styles Clash again, but Aries blocked. With sheer power, AJ jerked him up for a powerbomb, but Aries countered with a hurricanrana that sent Styles tumbling into the corner.


SHOTGUN DROPKICK FROM ARIES!



BRAINBUSTER!




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KICK OUT!






Aries wasted no time. As soon as Styles kicked out, he transitioned to the Last Chancery!

Aries bridged back on the submission and screamed at Styles:

TAP OUT, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!

Styles struggled. He gritted his teeth and dug into the cerulean, blue canvas with his elbows and the toes of his boots.

Reaching.....


Clawing.........



Styles got his foot on the bottom rope!


Aries pounded on the back of Styles with short, violent headbutts. He turned Styles over and climbed to the top rope.




450 SPLASH.........











NO!







Styles rolled out the way, but Aries landed on his feet and rolled through!


Styles climbed to his feet, clutching his back. Aries stayed on the attack......





SHOTGUN DROPKICK!




STYLES DODGED!



ARIES CRASHED INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! HE LANDED IN A SEATED POSITION ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!




PELE KICK FROM STYLES!


Aries slumped down out of the corner, and Styles pulled him up........






STYLES CLASH!



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AJ Styles (9:30)
AJ Styles 2 Points (1-0) | Austin Aries 0 Points (0-1)

This match did a strong job without overstaying its welcome. This was a strong, clean, technically sound match that you would expect out of these two.

We wanted to tell the story of familiarity since these guys have been with us from day one, and they have wrestled countless times in the past. This match was all about familiarity and counters.

Well worked by both men.

As the bell rang and the referee raised AJ Styles’s hand, the crowd roared in approval – firmly behind the Phenomenal One. Styles caught his breath, hand pressed to his back.

Austin Aries rolled out the ring, dazed and frustrated. He kicked the ring steps and sat on the floor mats on the outside. Styles saluted the crowd and glanced towards Aries on the outside – not with arrogance, but awareness. Fourteen years of history from the independents, TNA, and now WSW...another chapter in their story was written.

Styles pointed to the Grand Prix scoreboard on stage, 2 points earned, and the long road to November Reign had begun.


A vignette featuring Tessa Blanchard aired.

A slow-motion aerial shot of Miami Beach opened the piece – the scene was crystal blue water, palm trees swaying in the wind, sunlight glinting off glass skyscrapers. The camera panned into the top floor of a sleek, oceanfront penthouse.

Inside, Tessa Blanchard reclined on a modern, black leather couch. She wore a crisp white designer blazer over a red silk blouse, adorned with gleaming jewelry. The WSW Women’s World Championship glistened on a marble coffee table in front of her – its gold plates reflecting the ocean sunlight.

Two sharply dressed butlers poured champagne into a crystal flute on a silver tray and handed it to her. She accepted with a smirk.

Blanchard leaned back, calm and cold:

They say money can’t buy happiness. That’s true...

But it CAN buy the penthouse suite, the finest champagne, the designer labels, and a front-row seat to witness greatness.

MY greatness.

Quick highlights are shown of Blanchard’s title defenses – destroying opponents with the Buzzsaw DDT and standing tall with her arms raised.

People don’t hate me because I lie.

They hate me because I tell the truth.

I said I would be the face of this division. I said I would be the best in the world. And I BECAME the best in the world.

A sharp cut is made to Blanchard standing in the middle of a ring, championship held high as fans boo.

I am the WSW Women’s World Champion. Not because I’m liked. Not because I smile and shake hands.

But because I WIN.

Every. Single. Time.

Shots of past opponents being pinned and lying crushed in defeat are shown.

I’m 24 years old. I’ve traveled the world. I’ve beaten every woman put in front of me. I AM the personification of the women’s evolution that everyone wants to talk about.

Some call themselves queens.

Me?

I’m a goddess.

The camera cuts to slow-motion footage of Deonna Purrazzo hitting suplexes, locking in the Fujiwara Armbar and tapping out both Tenille Dashwood and Nixon Newell.

But now...there’s a little mosquito buzzing in my ear. An annoying little itch that just won’t go away.

Deonna Purrazzo...

Tessa laughed softly, shaking her head.

I’ll give you credit, Deonna. You’ve taken down the others. You beat Nixon. You beat Tenille. Now, you have your sights set on me.

Deonna Purrazzo...the best technical women’s wrestler in the world...

But when the lights are the brightest, I do what I ALWAYS do.

Win.

Tessa stood and walked slowly through the penthouse. Her heels clicked on the marble floor. The camera followed her out onto the sunlit balcony overlooking the turquoise water below.

This...is my empire.

She stretched her arms out wide, the wind gently blowing through her raven colored hair.

You don’t have to love me. But you can’t take this away from me. Because NO ONE...can beat me.

Blanchard turned towards the camera.

Deonna, do you really think you’re the one?

I dare you to try.

Because when I beat you again, I’m not just winning a match – I'm eliminating hope itself.

The camera zoomed in slowly as Blanchard smiled with venomous confidence.

The Women’s World Title stays with me. And everyone in WSW better realize something...

All of you are simply fighting for second place.

The camera cut to a shot of the Women’s World Title, glimmering in the sun. As we see the belt, we hear Tessa’s voice.

I’m the best thing to ever happen to women’s wrestling.

Diamonds are forever. And so...is Tessa Blanchard.


Match Four: A Block – Bandido (0-0; 0 Points) vs. Kenny Omega (0-0; 0 Points)

The fourth match of Ignition was an A Block match between Bandido and Kenny Omega. Bandido received a strong reaction from the Houston crowd, and they EXPLODED for the arrival of the WSW World Champion, Kenny Omega. As pyro exploded around the champion, our commentary duo said:

Mauro Ranallo: Here he comes...the World Champion, and a man that some call the greatest tournament wrestler in the world. He has won the famed G1 Climax in New Japan Pro Wrestling, and tonight he begins competing in his first ever Grand Prix.

Chael Sonnen: Omega has been very clear about his goals – he wants to be the first reigning World Champion to win the Grand Prix. It’s important to note here, Mauro – no titles are on the line in Grand Prix matches, but a win for Bandido here tonight would be career defining and lead to a title shot down the road.

Mauro Ranallo: This is the second singles match between Bandido and Omega. These two men met on May 30th right here on Ignition. It was Bandido’s first singles match in WSW. Omega won that night, but Bandido earned the champion’s respect and the admiration of everyone in WSW.

Before the bell, the camera panned to a VIP area of NRG Arena, where RUSH and Dragon Lee were shown in sharp suits, watching intently. Mauro noted:

Very interesting...looks like LFI is here tonight, keeping a close eye on things.

The two men shook hands in the center of the ring, sharing a respectful nod before launching into a grappling exchange. The two men moved with elite speed and quickness, until Omega landed a snap hurricanrana that spiked Bandido right on his head!

Bandido rolled to the outside. Fired up, Omega began to rhythmically beat on the canvas, already calling for the Rise of the Terminator. He hit the ropes and charged, but quick as a cat, Bandido slid into the ring and cut him off with a hurricanrana of his own!

This time, it was Omega’s time to roll outside and regroup. Bandido didn’t give him one second to breathe....


CANNONBALL TOPE SUICIDA!


Bandido hit with so much force he nearly flew into the first row! Bandido slapped hands with fans at ringside before rolling Omega back inside. He hit a dropkick and three HARD chops that drove the World Champion into the corner.

Bandido charged, but Omega elevated him up – intending to send him over the ropes. However, in a freakish display of balance, Bandido did a headstand on the top turnbuckle – his feet pointed directly to the sky. Bandido slung his legs down and caught Omega with a high revolution tijeras!

Omega tumbled through the ropes to the floor. Bandido went to the apron and leapt off for another hurricanrana, but Omega CAUGHT him mid-air.......




POWERBOMB ONTO THE RAMP!





Bandido’s body bounced from the impact, and he landed with a sick THUD!


Omega rolled back inside, and the referee began the 20 Count. At the count of 8, Bandido got to his feet, grabbing at his back.......





RISE OF THE TERMINATOR!



OMEGA FLEW AND DRILLED BANDIDO!

Back inside, Omega hit the Kotaru Crusher for the first 2 count of the match. Omega went after Bandido’s back. He hit a backbreaker and followed with a Camel Clutch!

Omega leaned back, and Mauro Ranallo said:

The champion is applying the pressure here – Bandido's frame is being contorted like a pretzel.

Bandido reached for the ropes, but Omega grabbed the arm and pulled it across the masked luchador’s face – forcing him to crossface himself!

Bandido wiggled and twisted – doing anything to escape Omega’s grasp. Losing his grip, Omega rolled the submission and transitioned to a cross-arm bar; however, Bandido clutched his hands together to prevent the arm extension. Fighting the submission, and digging his toes into the canvas, Bandido stacked Omega up, pinning his shoulders to the mat....

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2......


Kick Out!

Omega stomped on Bandido’s back, but the luchador fired back with chops. Bandido hit the ropes, looking to pick up the pace, but Omega cut him off with a kitchen sink knee. Omega followed with You Can’t Escape. Cover!

1....

2.......

Kick Out!

Omega kept pouring it on – high angle back suplex for another 2 count!

Omega chopped Bandido hard – the strike echoed throughout the NRG Arena. The chop seemingly woke up Bandido though, and he responded with several chops of his own. With a primal roar, Omega fired back with machine gun chops!

Omega’s hand blistered the chest of Bandido – sweat misted in the air with each blow!

Omega whipped Bandido into the ropes, but Bandido rebounded with a back handspring elbow! Pop Up Cutter followed!

Omega staggered to his feet in the corner. Bandido SMASHED into the World Champion with running double knees. He unleashed with a lightning-fast strike combination – forearm, chops, and a gamenguri kick to the skull! He took Omage up top, looking for a superplex. Omega fought back, trying to block the move, but Bandido pounding him with sharp elbow strikes. Bandido grabbed Omega and took him off the top....







REVOLUTION FLY!



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KICK OUT!


Bandido lifted Omega up, looking for the gorilla press....but Omega escaped! He hooked Bandido – Snap Dragon.......


NO!


Bandido countered with a modified jawbreaker!

Bandido lifted Omega...GORILLA PRESS!

Bandido walked around the ring with the World Champion overhead. He brought the crowd to its feet, by transitioning to a ONE-HANDED lift!

Bandido dropped Omega, who crashed on the canvas. The World Champion rolled out to the apron, but Bandido stayed on the attack.

DOUBLE SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!

Bandido showcased INSANE body control, drilling Omega off the apron to the floor. With the crowd chanting his name, Bandido vaulted himself to the top.......






TORNILLO DIVE!


The Houston crowd roared:

This is awesome!

Justin Roberts announced:

Ten minutes have expired. Ten minutes remain.

Back inside, Bandido positioned Omega for the 21 Plex. He backed up and charged for the finisher....



V-TRIGGER!


SNAP DRAGON!

ANOTHER SNAP DRAGON!

A THIRD SNAP DRAGON!

Omega lifted Bandido for the One Winged Angel.........



BANDIDO COUNTERED WITH A POISION RANA!

With the crowd standing and clapping, both men rose:





V-Trigger from Omega! Bandido fell into the ropes and rebounded with a superkick! Omega fell into the ropes and rebounded with another V-Trigger! Bandido rebounded back....SIMULTANEOUS CLOTHESLINES!




BOTH MEN WENT DOWN!




The crowd EXPLODED!



WSW! WSW! WSW!

Justin Roberts:
Fifteen minutes have expired. Five minutes remaining.

Mauro Ranallo:

Five minutes left! Who wants those two points more? You can feel the desperation setting in. This is mano y mano and a race against the clock!

Both men pulled themselves up slowly. They stared at each other in the eyes...slowly, Omega extended a fist. Bandido reciprocated and they fist bumped in respect.

Both men TORE INTO EACH OTHER! They threw bombs: forearms, chops, forearms, chops...Bandido ducked a forearm and RIPPED Omega down with bridging German Suplex!


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KICK OUT!

Mauro Ranallo:

The CLOSEST of two counts! Bandido is pouring it all out here in Houston. This isn’t about surviving Kenny Omega – it's about surviving yourself when you dare to match him!

Bandido slapped his beat red chest and fired up, the crowd responded in kind. Bandido climbed up top. He shimmied his shoulders ala Eddy Guerrero. He flew with a Frog Splash...





OMEGA GOT THE KNEES UP!





Bandido recoiled in pain! He grabbed at his back as he struggled to his feet!











V-TRIGGER!








Omega hoisted Bandido up!







ONE WINGED ANGEL!


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Kenny Omega (16:18)
Kenny Omega 2 Points (1-0) | Bandido 0 Points (0-1)

This match fully delivered on the expectations coming in. The crowd was molten for this match as it kicked into gear. Once again, Kenny made Bandido look like a threat without undermining his own aura.

In so many ways, Bandido could be the Mexican star that every US promotion has looked for since Rey Mysterio. We need to treat him as such.
We really played into the importance of the time limit here. It is important that we get this over as an important component of the Grand Prix.

The crowd gave both men a thunderous ovation. Omega raised his arms in victory. Bandido clutched his neck, but he gave Omega a respectful nod before rolling out of the ring.

Mauro Ranallo: He came up short, but Bandido pushed Kenny Omega to the absolute limit here tonight. But our World Champion showed that once again, he rises to the big moment. He thrives in deep water, and his journey in the Grand Prix begins with a win and 2 points in the A Block.

Chael Sonnen: Kenny Omega was born to be a pro wrestler, and he has perfected his craft. That V-Trigger and the One Winged Angel are so dangerous. He is a sniper who never misses when the scope locks in. That’s why he may be the FIRST reigning World Champion to win the Grand Prix!


Highlights are shown of Ethan Carter’s brutal chair shot on Cody two weeks ago:
  • We see slow-motion shots of the chair meeting Cody’s skull, with the sickening crack heard several times.
  • We see still images of Cody’s platinum blonde hair stained with blood.
  • We see still images of Cody’s head with 12 staples in it to close the wound.



Backstage, Melissa Santos stood by with Cody. He stood calm and composed, but a flicker of pain could be seen in his eyes. The Intercontinental Championship was around his waist.

Melissa Santos: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Ignition. Cody, tonight you open your Grand Prix journey against Kota Ibushi. You’re stepping into this match just two weeks removed from that vicious chair shot...just one week after having twelve staples removed from your head. You have been cleared, and you have vowed to maintain your spot in the Grand Prix. How are you feeling and how do you focus on this tournament with everything going on?

Cody: Because there’s nothing that would keep me away.

Two weeks ago, Ethan Carter left me in a puddle of my own blood. A steel chair to the skull.

Just seven days ago, a doctor pulled twelve staples out of my head – twelve reminders of the sins of my past.

I know who I am. But pain? Pain is the price for redemption. And tonight – tonight is the start of something I NEED.

I will deal with Ethan Carter. That’s a promise. I will finish this – once and for all. But right now...it’s the Grand Prix.

There’s a phrase that’s been thrown around a lot lately – blood and guts.

It was said by a vindictive man that meant it as an insult. A jab. A backhand to what we do in WSW. But I wear that like a badge of honor.

Blood and guts isn’t about mutilation – it's about giving EVERYTHING. Pouring every once of yourself into that ring. Fighting for something bigger than yourself. Fighting to perfect a craft. To push limits. To SHATTER glass ceilings.

With a scar on my head and fire in my soul, I go to that ring tonight because I NEED this. I need the Grand Prix. I need to win this tournament, because it’s the ultimate validation. It’s the path to the main event of Madison Square Garden...hollowed ground that a Rhodes has never stood in.
You want blood and guts – I'll give it to you!


Match Five: B Block – Kota Ibushi (0-0; 0 Points) vs. “The American Nightmare” Cody (0-0; 0 Points)

The fifth match of Ignition was a B Block match between Kota Ibushi and Cody. Ibushi received a respectful, enthusiastic reaction. They came unglued when Cody’s music hit.



The Intercontinental Champion Cody walked out with the crowd chanting his name. He had an edge to him – his eyes focused, his stride stiff. Chael Sonnen said:

Cody is the Intercontinental Champion, the heartbeat of WSW, and a man fighting with more than just pride – he's fighting hurt. I respect the hell out of him, but there’s no way that he’s 100% after taking a chair to the skull.

Mauro Ranallo added:

Think about the pace that Cody has been on these past few months. No one has wrestled as many singles matches as he has since the month of May. He has captured the Intercontinental Title, but at what point does that pace catch up to him?!

Both men shook hands and circled each other. The opening lock up was tight, competitive, and clean. They broke and reset. Another tie-up led to Cody grabbing an arm wringer. Ibushi escaped, but Cody’s superior grappling skills shined as he grounded Ibushi. Ibushi fought to his feet, spun out, and cracked Cody with a back elbow.

They hit the ropes – duck unders, leapfrogs, and dodges followed until Ibushi suddenly snapped off a picture-perfect hurricanrana that sent Cody to the floor. The crowd stirred as Ibushi slingshotted himself for a pescado....

But Cody moved! Ibushi landed on his feet on the floor though. He ducked a lariat and CRACKED Cody with a roundhouse kick to the head!

Cody winced and dropped to a knee. Ibushi darted back into the ring and vaulted into a flawless Golden Triangle Moonsault to the outside! He wiped out Cody!

Ibushi rolled Cody in and PEPPERED him with a series of wicked kicks that cracked like a whip: leg kicks led to hard kicks to the ribs.

Cody finally caught a kick and spun Ibushi down with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip!

Cody went after the leg with stomps and a shinbreaker. Cody hit a flapjack and covered!

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Kick Out!

Cody drove Ibushi into the corner and climbed to the middle rope. He pounded away with the ten mounted punches, the crowd chanting along:

6....7...8....9.....10!

Justin Roberts:

Five minutes have expired. Fifteen minutes remain.

Cody tried for a vertical suplex, but Ibushi blocked. Cody tried again – blocked again. Gritting his teeth, Cody roared, hoisted Ibushi up, and suplexed him over the top rope, but Ibushi clung on and both men CRASHED to the floor in a NASTY landing!

Somehow, someway...Cody maintained his grip on Ibushi’s head...he rose.....




DDT ON THE FLOOR!





Cody crawled back into the ring, clearly rattled and clutching the back of his head. He went for a baseball slide.....




Ibushi evaded, leapt to the apron......





ASAI MOONSAULT!


Back inside, Ibushi nailed a dropkick, followed by a wicked kick to the sternum. Ibushi hit the standing moonsault knee drop! Cover!

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Kick Out!



Ibushi set Cody on the top rope and connected with a leaping kick to the head! Ibushi climbed up and looked for a superplex – but Cody fought him off with forearms......


Cody slipped through Ibushi’s legs and RIPPED him out of the corner and onto the canvas with a THUNDEROUS Alabama Slam!




DISASTER KICK!



COVER!


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Kick Out!

Cody wasted no movement. He went for the Cross Rhodes, but Ibushi slipped free and unleased a lightning-fast strike combo:
  • Leg Kick
  • Leg Kick
  • Chop
  • Chop
  • BOOM – a discus lariat that turned Cody inside out!
Ibushi dragged himself off the mat and went to the middle rope, but Cody popped up and landed a dropkick, sending Ibushi tumbling over the ropes to the apron.

Cody followed and landed several heavy forearms. He tried for a Cody Cutter on the apron....


Ibushi blocked and dropped Cody with a reverse DDT on the apron!




STANDING MOONSAULT KNEE DROP ON THE APRON!

Back inside, Ibushi sized up Cody. He charged for the Boma Ye.......











CODY COUNTERED WITH THE SNAP POWERSLAM!





Back suplex from Cody! He looked for the Figure Four...as he went to hook the legs, Ibushi rolled him up!


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Kick Out!

Ibushi held on to the wrist on the kickout and snapped a flurry of kicks into Cody’s ribs.

ROUNDHOUSE to the head!

Cody dropped down to his knees. A glassy look came over his eyes. Mauro Ranallo said:

My God, Cody has taken a tremendous amount of punishment to the head. How much more is left in the tank?!

Ibushi lined up for a buzzsaw kick......






CODY EXPLODED OFF THE CANVAS AND FOLDED IBUSHI IN HALF WITH A LARIAT!

Both men were down, and the crowd roared.

Justin Roberts:

Ten minutes have expired. Ten minutes remain.

They both rose – Cody slower. Ibushi reared back – and LANDED ANOTHER THUNDEROUS KICK TO CODY’S SKULL!

Cody COLLAPSED, grabbing his head. He rolled to the corner in visible pain.

The referee and ringside doctor rushed over. Ignoring their words, Cody grabbed for the ropes – doing anything to get to his feet. The crowd knew Cody was in trouble and did everything they could to rally him.

CODY! CODY! CODY!

The referee asked:

Cody, look at me. Can you go?

Cody stood and screamed:


A dazed, battered Cody rose, his hands up. Ibushi nodded solemnly........













SPINNING WHEEL KICK TO THE HEAD!











Cody dropped.





BOMA YE!


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Kota Ibushi (12:02)
Kota Ibushi 2 Points (1-0) | Cody 0 Points (0-1)

This was a hard-hitting match that was designed to elevate Kota Ibushi with a major singles win over the reigning Intercontinental Champion, while also telling the story of Cody’s head injury from the chair shot.

Cody’s selling was pitch-perfect. It furthered the storyline with Ethan Carter, without Carter having to be present. At the same time, the match was set up to get over Ibushi as a lethal striker and legit Grand Prix contender. We really want to get over the other members of Golden Triangle as legit singles stars – not just second fiddle to Omega.

The NRG Arena was in disbelief. Cody – beloved, courageous, but human – had fallen.

Mauro Ranallo: Ibushi just pinned the Intercontinental Champion...and Cody may have pushed himself past the brink. Cody’s refusal to rest may not just cost him matches, but jeopardize his health!

Chael Sonnen: There’s heart, and then there’s hubris. Cody said he was fine...but he wasn’t. Tonight, the Golden Star, Kota Ibushi, just proved he’s a man to watch in the Grand Prix. He just pinned the damn Intercontinental Champion!

Cody sat up, dazed. Ibushi bowed to him. Cody nodded, but the message was clear – the road through the Grand Prix would be hell.


Highlights of the Newcomers Four Way from three weeks ago is shown. We see Jungle Boy run wild and lock Myron Reed in the Snare Trap submission.

Mauro Ranallo: He’s got it locked in! Myron Reed has nowhere to go – Jungle Boy’s about to win this thing!

We see Sammy Guevara launch himself through the air with a breathtaking 630 senton, crashing onto both men. Guevara pinned Reed for the win. Jungle Boy looked up to the lights in disbelief.

A split screen is shown of the two men’s contrasting lifestyles.

On the left side, we see Sammy Guevara:
  • Sammy slides into a matte black Lamborghini, revs it, and speeds down a highway.
  • He vlogs in sunglasses, surrounded by laughing influencer friends.
  • We see highlights of his selfie’s -- doing flips in the gym, eating expensive dinners, and taking pictures with InstaGram models.

On the right side, we see Jungle Boy:
  • He hugs his family and laughs at a backyard birthday party.
  • He rides waves on a surfboard in the Southern California sun.
  • He trains solo – lifting weights, doing mat drills, and running steps at dawn.
A shot of Jungle Boy speaking directly into the camera is shown:

Three weeks ago, I had that match won. I don’t blame Sammy for what he did...that was our feature match on Ignition. There is nothing more important than wins in professional wrestling, but he stole one from me.

That’s why I want to run it back. One on one this time. Man to man. Eye to eye.

Sammy, you’re all about flash. Followers, filters, your brand.

Me...I’m not here to go viral. I’m here to be the best. We all killed ourselves for this opportunity at the Dojo. Let’s show the world what the future of WSW looks like, and there’s no better place to do it than the debut of OverDrive on Saturday!

The camera cuts to Sammy Guevara speaking into the camera:

Shane McMahon and the WSW brass better get their chisels and hammers ready, because by the time I’m done...I’m going on the Mount Rushmore of WSW.

Nobody moves like me in the ring. No one works the camera like me. Nobody’s got my aura, my rizz.

Jungle Boy wants a match on OverDrive. Brother, I’m a YouTube GOD!

This is a dog-eat-dog world, bro. And my star? It burns brightest.

Jungle Boy is going to learn that we’re living in the Guevara Era, and he’s nothing more than Southern California SOFT.

This Saturday on OverDrive, I’m gonna knock him outta WSW, outta wrestling, and straight onto the CW where he can star in the next season of some bullshit teen drama...

The final shot shows highlights of both men:
  • Sammy hits the 630
  • Jungle Boy hits a hurricanrana
  • Sammy hits his corkscrew plancha
  • Jungle Boy locks in the Snare Trap
A graphic appears on the screen: Jungle Boy vs. Sammy Guevara – This Saturday – OverDrive!

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Backstage, Melissa Santos interviewed Claudio Castagnoli and Salina de la Rena. Claudio stood silently in his gear, arms crossed, eyes cold. Salina wore heels and power-red lipstick.

Melissa Santos: I’m here with Salina de la Rena and Claudio Castagnoli, who returns to action tonight for the first time since the main event of SummerFest. Tonight, you are in the main event again -- what are your thoughts on this Grand Prix match with Jon Moxley?

Salina de la Renta: SummerFest was...embarrassing.

We all know what this mission has always been about...gold. Claudio failed at SummerFest, but no empire rises without setbacks.

No kingdom is forged without blood.

Tonight, we make the world remember who Claudio Castagnoli is...a precision weapon. The most dangerous man in professional wrestling.

Jon Moxley? He’s a wildcard. A man who pours gasoline on forest fires just to watch the flames lick the sky. He calls himself an uncaged tiger, a force of nature.

Well tonight...the Assassin puts the tiger down!

Claudio stepped forward. He spoke with quiet, cold intensity:

Jon Moxley is a man who finds comfort in chaos.

I am a man who finds comfort in pain.

Tonight, I will hurt you, Jon – hurt you like you’ve never been hurt before.

It’s not personal. You’re just in my way. And I NEED the World Title to heal my soul.

Claudio stared down the camera lens, jaw clenched. Salinda gently touched his arm, and the duo walked on.

Melissa raised the microphone:

Mauro, Chael – back to....

The voice of Taya Valkyrie is heard!

How’d your fiancé doing, Melissa?

Walking into the interview area is the LA Express Johnny Mundo, Taya Valkyrie, and Mike Bennett in tow. A heavy silence hit, and Melissa froze for a second, her jaw tightened.

Mundo smugly grinned:

I’m ready for MY interview.

Melissa stormed off furiously. Johnny chuckled along with Taya Valkyrie like two mean high school bullies. Mike Bennett looked uncomfortable about all of this.​


Ahead of the main event, Mauro Ranallo and Chael Sonnen plugged the debut of OverDrive on Saturday night, 6:05 PM, streaming LIVE on YouTube.​
  • Jungle Boy vs. Sammy Guevara​
  • LFI vs. The Union
  • LA Express vs. South Pacific Power Trip
  • Nixon Newell In Action​
They also plugged Grand Prix: Night Two, next week in Phoenix:

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Match Six: B Block - “The Assassin” Claudio Castagnoli (w/ Salina de la Renta) (0-0; 0 Points) vs. “The Death Rider” Jon Moxley (0-0; 0 Points)

The main event of Ignition was a B Block match between Claudio Castagnoli and Jon Moxley.

Castagnoli entered slowly and coldly, shadowed by the venomous Salina de la Renta. On commentary, Mauro Ranallo said:

Tonight, we see the first match from Claudio Castagnoli since his defeat to Kenny Omega at SummerFest. Prior to that match, he was unbeaten for nearly eight months. It is nothing short of shocking the transformation of this man under Salina de la Renta. She has transformed him into a ruthless weapon that is motivated by one promise: recapturing the World Championship.



The NRG Arena EXPLODED. Thunderous, unfiltered energy spread through the building.

Jon Moxley emerged through the people – shoulders swaying, head lowered, soaking in the chaos.

Mauro Ranallo: A seismic force has shaken WSW to its core since this man arrived. Fresh off his massive victory over Will Ospreay at SummerFest, Jon Moxley has entered the fray.

Chael Sonnen: I would argue that there is NO ONE that enters the Grand Prix hotter than Jon Moxley. This is a very dangerous man, Mauro.

As soon as Moxley entered the ring, he struck!

The two titans collided mid-ring, throwing BOMBS. The crowd roared. Moxley and Castagnoli threw forearms and punches like this was a back alley brawl!

Moxley ducked an enziguri. Castagnoli avoided a running kick to the head. The sequence was RAW and the fans were unglued.

Both men began elbowing each other. SICK, bone-on-one shots.

Castagnoli got the better of the exchange, bounced off the ropes and CRACKED Moxley with a lariat.

Castagnoli hit the ropes for momentum but ran directly into a spinning slam from Moxley! Moxley threw Castagnoli through the ropes to the floor. On the outside, Moxley BOUNCED Castagnoli’s head off the timekeeper’s table. He then LIT him up with chops!

POP! POP! POP!

The chops EXPLODED on Castagnoli’s chest, landing with the sound of gunfire. Moxley landed one chop so stiff, it nearly sent Castagnoli over the guardrail!

Salina de la Renta walked over and SHRIEKED.

GO TO HELL, MOXLEY!

Moxley paused his glorious violence and cocked his head. He began stalking Salina. Salina backed up but continued to spew hateful venom in Mox’s direction. This was all part of the plan....

Castagnoli ran up from behind and barreled Moxley headfirst into the steel ring post!

Back inside, Castagnoli rained down vicious stomps to Moxley’s skull. Over and over again, the stomps landed like anvils. He ground Moxley’s face into the canvas – but Moxley SMILED!

Mauro exclaimed:

He’s smiling! Jon Moxley is wearing every stomp like a badge of honor!

Moxley roared! He got to his feet, chest heaving, eyes wide!

He BLASTED Castagnoli with three hellacious chops – but Claudio answered with a lariat from hell!




MOXLEY DIDN’T BUDGE AN INCH!




They went forehead to forehead! Moxley screamed:

Come on motherf*cker!

HEADBUTT FROM MOXLEY!

Moxley hit the ropes......KING KONG LARIAT!








CLAUDIO CASTAGNOLI DIDN’T MOVE!





Castagnoli roared and fired a series of his own chops! Moxley reversed an Irish Whip into the corner and followed with a corner clothesline. He tried for a vertical suplex, but Castagnoli blocked and with his sheer raw power...hoisted Moxley up and dropped him with a textbook vertical suplex!

Justin Roberts:
Five minutes have expired. Fifteen minutes remain.

Castagnoli ran the ropes and SMASHED Moxley with a running boot to the jaw!

Moxley spit on the canvas. He rose and threw forearms – straight to the face! Moxley swung and swung...each forearm hitting harder than the last.



CASTAGNOLI STARTING HEADBUTTING THE FOREARMS!


Like a psychopath, Castagnoli enjoyed the pain! He SPIT straight into Moxley’s face!


Moxley EXPLODED with three more brutal forearms. Claudio fired back with JAW SHATTERING European Upper that FLATTENED Moxley!

Claudio rained down anvil elbows. He foamed at the mouth as he drove down each strike. Castagnoli took Moxley up top........




DELAYED SUPERPLEX!


Castagnoli held Moxley up till the count of ten before crashing back onto the cerulean, blue mat. Cover!

1....


2.........


Kick Out!

Castagnoli went for the Discus Uppercut, but Moxley avoided it and countered with a small package!

1....


2.......

Kick Out!

They popped up – Moxley tried a King Kong Lariat, but Castagnoli ducked and countered with a German Suplex!

Moxley was staggered – Claudio charged........Moxley ducked a lariat and hit a German Suplex of his own!


CLAUDIO POPPED RIGHT BACK TO HIS FEET!









BOOM!








MOXLEY TURNED HIM INSIDE OUT WITH A KING KONG LARIAT!

Claudio staggered into the corner. Moxley charged for the Regal Knee, but Claudio dodged! Castagnoli hit an enziguri followed by another European Uppercut! Cover!

1...


2........


Kick Out!

Castagnoli called for the Ricola Bomb. He lifted Moxley up.......







MOXLEY BIT HIS FOREHEAD!


MOXLEY DUG HIS TEETH IN LIKE CASTAGNOLI’S HEAD WAS A RIBEYE!

Moxley escaped the grasp of the Swiss Assassin, who grabbed his head in pain.....




REGAL KNEE!




BOTH MEN WENT DOWN!



THE CROWD LOST IT!

Justin Roberts:

Ten minutes have expired. Ten Minutes remain.

From their knees, the two men met in the center of the ring.....




HEADBUTTS!




Brutal, sickening smacks of skull on skull!

Both men started bleeding!

Moxley landed a MASSIVE headbutt and rose to his feet. He screamed:

There’s more where that came from, bitch!

From his knees, Castagnoli exploded off the match and caught Moxley with a headbutt right under the chin!

Castagnoli charged with a lariat....


NO – MOXLEY COUNTERED WITH A URANAGE!


1....



2.....................



NO!


REGAL KNEE FROM MOXLEY!


1.....



2................................









KICK OUT!


Everyone in the NRG Arena was on their feet at the sheer violence on display. Both men were desperate for the 2 points as the time ticked away.
Moxley called for the Death Rider. He hooked him, but Castagnoli blocked and powered his way out!


BOOM!

UPPERCUT FROM CASTAGNOLI!


BOOM – ANOTHER UPPERCUT!


DISCUS UPPERCUT!


MOXLEY FOLDED IN HALF!


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2.............................




















MOXLEY KICKED OUT AT 2.9999999999!




Salina beat on the apron and screamed:

FINISH HIM NOW!

Castagnoli transition to the Sharpshooter. As he went to turn Moxley over, Mox caught him with a roll up....


1....


2........


NO!

Both men popped to their feet in desperation – they just TEED OFF on each other with strikes! Chops! Forearms! Blood and sweat streamed down both of their faces!

Castagnoli got the better of the exchange with a chop to the throat. Moxley grabbed at his throat...gasping for air.

Castagnoli loaded up for a forearm strike......









MOXLEY DUCKED – SNAP DDT!










Moxley ripped his kneepad down.......








REGAL KNEE!








DEATH RIDER DDT!





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2...........................................







3.....................................................................................................

Jon Moxley (14:58)
Jon Moxley 2 Points (1-0) | Claudio Castagnoli 0 Points (0-1)

This match was insanely violent, urgent, and felt real. The strikes were all snug and the crowd felt the pain these men dished out and reacted accordingly.

Moxley is a full-blown star. From the entrance to his facial expression, he felt like the most over guy on the roster tonight. He was the center of gravity in this match, and the audience followed his every move.

Despite the clean loss, Claudio came across with his sheer force. Salina is fantastic, and despite being so young – she just gets it. She plays her role as heel manager so well.

There were stretches in the match that emphasized back and forth strikes. This is super common in modern wrestling, but we had A LOT of it on this show. We need to make sure we save those spots so when we get to a match like this – it hits with more weight.

The crowd exploded as AC/DC hit the arena again. Moxley stood tall, blood trickling down his face. His chest heaved.

Mauro Ranallo: Moxley survives. He defeats a killer, and he’s 1-0 and picks up 2 points to close Night One of the Grand Prix.

Chael Sonnen: He’s a lunatic. He’s a wild card. And he may very well be unstoppable!

Salina de la Renta stood STUNNED at ringside. She couldn’t believe Castagnoli had lost...again.

Moxley staggered against the ropes, he looked like a victorious bar room brawler. He roared, raised his arms in triumph and smiled. Mauro Ranallo closed the show:

Jon Moxley has just gone through hell, and came out laughing!

Mama Mia, what a start to the Grand Prix. Goodnight from Houston...we’ll see you next week in Phoenix for Night Two!


Grand Prix Results
A Block
B Block
Kenny Omega (1-0) - 2 Points​
Jon Moxley (1-0) - 2 Points​
Will Ospreay (1-0) - 2 Points​
Bobby Lashley (1-0) - 2 Points​
AJ Styles (1-0) - 2 Points​
Kota Ibushi (1-0) - 2 Points​
Ricochet (0-1) - 0 Points​
Cody (0-1) - 0 Points​
Bandido (0-1) - 0 Points​
Adam Cole (0-1) - 0 Points​
Austin Aries (0-1) - 0 Points​
Claudio Castagnoli (0-1) - 0 Points​

Results


No.
Results
Stipulations
Time
1​
Will Ospreay def. Ricochet​
A Block: Singles match​
13:40​
2​
Bobby Lashley def. Adam Cole​
B Block: Singles match​
5:03​
3​
AJ Styles def. Austin Aries​
A Block: Singles match​
9:30​
4​
Kenny Omega def. Bandido​
A Block: Singles match​
16:18​
5​
Kota Ibushi def. Cody​
B Block: Singles match​
12:02​
6​
Jon Moxley def. Claudio Castagnoli (w/ Salina de la Renta)​
B Block: Singles match​
14:58​
 

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