This was a No Disqualification match.
It’s not a long match, but it is one of the most entertaining and easily enjoyable matches of the entire year.
Crowd fighting, Darby Allin taking a number of real horrific bumps like getting hurled into hard surfaces (good for the soul) and double suplexed on the underside of his skateboard so his horrible little frame ricochets off the wheels and axels, and even Sting taking a table bump. Nevermind the true lunacy one experiences when one manages to square away that the damn Stever just took a double powerbomb through the apron from the tag team that, fourteen years and change prior, cut a promo about eating humble pie as if it was an actual flavor of pie that I and a couple of other friends online would spend years shouting lines from towards each other (HOW’S IT TASTE?).
Genuinely unfathomable, the sort of thing you would have mocked someone for drawing up in a TEW game even six months prior.
And yet, here we are.
Sting puts both members of 2.0 in the Scorpion Deathlock at once and gets the win.
Not all that long, but when you assemble one of the weirdest and purest expressions of joy in wrestling in such a long time, I’m inclined to let a whole lot of other stuff go.
It’s the sort of match and joyous little moment that makes up for pretty much every other annoying and upsetting thing that AEW does. Given that other side of the ledger, it speaks to just how god damned fun this was.
HANDWERK 