Last night on AEW Dynamite, “Hangman” Adam Page took “heat” to a whole new level. The cowboy who once just rode horses, now apparently dabbles in arson, setting up what could be the most explosive (pun absolutely intended) showdown in wrestling history. Page and Swerve Strickland were set for a peaceful contract signing—because nothing says “peace” like two wrestlers agreeing not to rip each other’s heads off, right? Spoiler alert: things did not stay peaceful for long.

Page no-showed the ring, but that’s only because he was too busy showing up at Strickland’s newly purchased childhood home. You know, the one the AEW social media team conveniently spotlighted just 24 hours before. Page made sure to remind Strickland that oversharing on the internet is never a good idea, especially when your nemesis has a gas can, a grudge, and a flair for the dramatic.

While Strickland and Prince Nana stood dumbfounded in Milwaukee, Page gave a tour of the house he was about to remodel… with fire. If Fixer Upper met Hell in a Cell, this would be the pilot episode. Page casually doused the home in gasoline while delivering a monologue straight out of a Quentin Tarantino film, telling Strickland he’d better get used to saying “goodbye.” Goodbye to the AEW World Championship dreams, joy, happiness, and, oh yeah, his childhood memories too.

Then, because every good villain needs a final act, Page struck a massive match outside the house. With all the casual disregard of someone lighting a backyard bonfire, Page ignited a line of gasoline, watching as Strickland’s house became a tribute to every WWE pyrotechnic disaster, but with a personal touch. Meanwhile, Strickland dropped to his knees in the ring, possibly rethinking his life choices, while Milwaukee witnessed wrestling’s first televised arson.

Will Hangman Page face consequences for his actions? Probably not. In wrestling, setting fire to a guy’s house is just a more dramatic way of signing a contract. Tune in this Saturday for the cage match—assuming Page isn’t in jail for, you know, arson.

By Joseph Gallery

I like ice cream, taking a back seat, wondering who I am, and pretending kayfabe is real. May or may not be the Real Dark Brandon. For the LOLZ. MALARKEY!

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