AEW Five Fingers of Death (and Friends) 7/14 - 7/20 + Bonus All In

MD: On the run this week so I'll have to double back for Shibata vs Rush later.

AEW Dynamite 7/16/25

Kyle Fletcher vs Mascara Dorada

MD: Pretty much everything I want out of a TV match here, given hierarchy, styles, moment in time, purpose. This is the sort of match you drop hours before the show to get everyone talking. It was a rebound for Fletcher after All In. It was a spotlight for Dorada (because while we know how great he is, it's good to give less familiar fans contrast between him and Komander or the CMLL guys). It kicked off the show after Hangman's promo and set the tone for the night. 

They set the tone for the match immediately, with Fletcher rushing in with a big boot and stomping away to a wonderful round of boos. The lack of a feeling out period to start was important because the next few minutes would be all Dorada, all shine, all Fletcher basing. It was a showcase with him hitting some spectacular stuff and Fletcher stooging and stumbling around the ring as he took it. When he tried to get one up on Dorada, he'd end up stumbling through the ropes instead. Selfless stuff. 

Fletcher was going to take the middle, was going to take the win, and had that initial flurry in the corner, so it gave him space to let Dorada soar here (and during his equally spectacular comeback. You had Tony and Taz on the call noting they may have never seen the unique springboard Dorada did early or the twisting 'rana he did off the top during his comeback.

What really made it sing was the heat though. The shine ended as Fletcher, bigger, stronger, resilient, caught him off a dive and hit a twisting slam. He then slowed things down to his own pace, slamming, grinding, denying. The fans had gotten a taste of just what Dorada could do. Frankly, they know what Fletcher can do as well, not just in basing. But he was going to sit there and stare out at them, would draw their chant, would play to it when it came. He built up the pressure by controlling the pace, and that, far more than rapid fire action, is what wrestling can do like nothing else.

It meant when Dorada came back, the fans were wild for it. And it meant that when they went into the stretch hitting the counters that the crowd had wanted all match, each and every one resonated and mattered. They made them matter too, pausing after each one, letting the action sink in. They twisted and contorted and played with expectations but after the fact, they reacted and showed how it mattered. When Fletcher finally put Dorada down, he came off as skilled and underhanded, as if he accomplished something meaningful himself, but also tremendously lucky. Dorada looked better in defeat. Fletcher looked vulnerable in victory. But he won nonetheless and he'll take that momentum into whatever he does next. Just good, quality TV wrestling. 

Jon Moxley, Hangman Page, and the Miracle in Arlington

It's hard to even document the number of things the match had going against it. A stadium show in 2025. A crowd that had sat through 7 hours of wrestling including some of the most amazing spots one could imagine. A match full of blood and guts and interference. Two huge anticipated returns. Catharsis and redemption. 

I've watched these crowds for four years now. I witnessed Ospreay vs Danielson where a crowd all but overdosed on its own elation, ignoring each and every plot point in the name of mindless chanting. 

This was the culmination of nine months of story, of a belt and a company and main event scene held hostage, of over two years of story, of a hero who lost his way, of two tales that came together to become greater than the sum of the whole.

And the fans were invested. They wanted this. They needed this. Maybe this wasn't where the story had first seemed headed but it was where they wanted it to end.

It's a testament to the wrestlers and the creative force behind them that the fans were invested in the destination, that they cared about the outcome.

That's not what made this a miracle though.

The miracle is that despite all the factors the match had against it, the fans were there for every moment of the journey.

In a situation like this, that's incredibly rare. This was a crowd that you'd expect to chant for themselves, to chant for the match, to chant for the moment, chant for the company. This is a crowd that you'd expect to shout "This is Awesome" or "AEW" before the match, at the first sign of blood, as Danielson hit the knee, as Darby rappelled down from the ceiling, at glass and nails and barbed wire. 

I don't remember hearing the chant once. 

This is a crowd that should have been staring to the back the whole way, like an Attitude Era crowd, like a crowd in a modern story driven WWE match where all that matters is the destination. 

They knew interference was coming. They knew that the mid-match Death Rider onto a chair probably wasn't going to end it. They knew that they were going to eat well, be rife with sensation. 

Yet they were there for every second. Right at the start of the match, Hangman had Mox down in the corner and stomped away and they were there cheering. Later on, Mox gained an advantage and stood on the second rope to survey his kingdom and they were there booing. 

When everything is awesome, nothing can be truly awesome. Here, because nothing was awesome, everything somehow became so. 

The crowd cared about every punch and stomp, every weapon, every interloper.

Some of that was the patience of sticking with the story. Some of that was the infamy of how Moxley started it all in murder and betrayal. Some of it was Hangman being the heart and soul of AEW.

So much was the layout of the match itself, the way things breathed and mattered, Hangman's performance, struggling to his feet and swinging for the fences, Moxley reveling in his own violent urges, roiling with fury each and every time he was foiled.

It was how all of the interference was set up to be taken out by the calvary of babyfaces. Perfect symmetry. It was how they arrived without music or fanfare (save for one video from the top of the world). It was how everything came back to Mox and Page at the end. 

And yeah, it was on this crowd that let pro wrestling, real, true pro wrestling, into its heart on this night, that let themselves be part of a miracle.