Kenny Omega and Kazuchika Okada had just finished their verbal sparring, as well as signing the contract for All In—the renewal of a rivalry that reshaped the entire professional wrestling industry. This was going to be the fifth instalment of their storied rivalry and the two were already kicking it off in hot fashion. Ink met paper, slowly beginning to dry which signified the officialness of their matchup. Fallon Sinclair had been standing by Omega’s side, as usual, now turned to him when he’d made his way back towards the side of the table they’d been on. Flicking her dark brunette locks over her shoulder, she turned her attention fully to Kenny. It was unclear what the conversation entailed but it was clear the moment was winding down. However within the blink of an eye that all changed.
Kaz picked out the perfect opportunity to strike, the couple on the other side being lost in conversation. She created a little bit of distance between herself and the pair, eyes mirroring a predator in the way they lingered on Omega and Sinclair. Just as soon as Fallon stepped over a little, aligning herself perfectly with Kenny, that’s when Okada struck. Charging forward the ‘Rainmaker’ would land a stiff forearm shot to the back of Sinclair’s head and neck area. She surged forward from the impact and collided with Omega, who was sent through the ropes and down to the floor below with a thud. It was clear that Fallon Sinclair was unsteady on her feet. Of course that was the precise outcome that Kaz wanted, now she could take advantage of the situation further.
Okada grabbed the hair of the dazed former champion, dragging the woman back to the opposite corner of the ring. There was a skillful and quick flick of the wrist from Kaz, the lights above catching the steel of a pair of handcuffs. Using the dazed state of Sinclair against her, it was easy to push one side of the cuffs onto her wrist—the other being locked onto the top rope. Kenny had gotten up by this point and slid back into the ring. Immediately his eyes found Fallon and noticed the predicament she was in—Sinclair herself had come to and began struggling against the hold of the cuffs. As he was lost in how the hell his girlfriend managed to get handcuffed to the ropes, Okada had grabbed her belt and blindsided Omega with a cheap shot to the head. “Kenny!” Fallon cried out, trying now with even more effort to somehow get out of the cuffs. It was illogical but stress does that to a person, clearly.
Okada began a beatdown on Omega, throwing lefts and rights wildly. There was an attempt to fight back from Kenny, but the few shots he landed were futile and did nothing to slow the aggressor in Kaz. Any effort from the Best Bout Machine was met with even more intense strikes from the Rainmaker. Sinclair was still desperately trying to find a way out of these handcuffs. Pulling on them so much it would make marks in her wrist, just trying to reach her boyfriend by any means necessary—especially since Okada had become preoccupied by something else. Reaching underneath the cloth covering the table, it was clear that Kaz was looking for something in particular. Fallon was still yelling at Kenny, urging him to get up and to fight back. It was clear the rage and the worry inside of her were mixing and boiling because she was physically incapable of doing anything.
Finally, Okada had gotten what she was looking for and now held something in her hand. Everyone in the audience was on the edge of their seat, most booing but some cheering as the woman extended the item in her hand. It appeared to be a police baton or some kind of stick-like weapon that she’d clearly hid underneath the table. Her face wore a wicked grin and Sinclair was immediately aware of the dangers arising. It wasn’t just another brawl, clearly, it was a lot more. “Baby roll out of the ring! Roll out!” Fallon tried to urge but there was no use in it. Kaz managed to pull Omega up to his feet, the dazed effect from the shot with the championship still lingering. Again it was clear there was absolutely ill intent in the mind of Kazuchika Okada as she pushed Kenny into the same corner his girlfriend was trapped in. His body in front of her own—Fallon tried grabbing at his shirt with her free arm, tried finding some way to get him out of the path of destruction Okada intended. Unfortunately there was no way and with that baton she came up at Kenny again, striking him in the midsection. It sent Kenny falling to the mat below and clutching his stomach—the scream from Sinclair’s lips was loud and unsettling. Using her weight she tried to lean down, tried in desperation to reach her boyfriend but he’d moved just out of reach. Fallon looked at Kaz with a look of rage despite the clear presence of fear in her eyes. All she got in return was a smug, arrogant expression from the Rainmaker.
Now Okada would turn her attention back to Omega, which sent Sinclair into a tailspin of sorts. Grabbing onto Kenny’s hair just as he’d pushed himself into an almost standing position, the vindictive woman used the same baton across the shoulder blades of the Cleaner. It sent him immediately to the mat below on his face with his body going slump. Everyone in attendance had begun voicing their displeasure as it was clear that Omega was in a bad way. Kaz was simply soaking it all in, relishing in her handiwork as the medical professionals at ringside slid into the ring. They backed her off, going to check on Kenny as some of the ringside staff were attempting to find a key or a means of getting the Duchess out of these handcuffs. Okada walked around the ring, a smug smirk upon her face yet again as the crowd chanted “bitch” at her—she was completely unfazed by the feelings of the crowd. Two medical personnel were attending to Kenny, the ringside staff still attempting to free Fallon Sinclair who was yelling and still trying to brute force her way out of them. Her eyes left Omega for long enough to give Kaz a death glare, but then her focus again reshifted to Kenny. All she wanted was to be freed from the cuffs so she could go to him. Now two other members of the medical staff came into view, wheeling out a stretcher. Sinclair was pleading with the workers at this point to just let her out of the cuffs, being so close yet so far was absolute torture for the woman.
One of the staff members slid into the ring to assist the other two and had brought the blue backboard with him. Sliding it over the canvas towards the body of Kenny Omega who had barely moved since the second hit with that baton. It didn’t take long for the fourth medical staff member to slide in and give an assist. Omega was reaching out to Fallon, which only made her more worked up. She began snapping at the staff immediately after. “Get me the fuck out of here! Stop just standing there useless, fucking help me!” Fallon yelled, all the while still trying to free herself with the brute force. She had red marks on her wrist from constantly trying to pull herself free. As the medics were talking with Kenny and trying to maneuver him onto the stretcher, he was telling them that he was fine and they didn’t need to do all of this—however he didn’t fight as they tucked his arm across his chest. They gently rolled him onto his side before slipping the backboard underneath him, Okada watching all of this while simply pacing overhead. Once Omega was laid onto the backboard the medical team began doing up the straps across his body—needing to keep him secure for when they removed him from the ring.
Dynamite had taken a commercial break, but everyone in the ring had continued to work. Just as the medical team was finished up with securing Kenny to the backboard, Kaz had another wicked smile showcase itself on her lips. She moved to the apron of the ring, climbing the top rope. Everyone from the medical team moved back and Fallon Sinclair was heard absolutely screaming as Kazuchika jumped off the top rope. Everyone in the audience was in shock as Okada had landed one of her signature elbows directly to the stomach of a defenceless Kenny Omega. He was clutching his stomach even more as he laid on his side, sputtering and coughing as Kaz simply smiled above him. Sinclair was even more emotional as she was trying desperately to reach her man. She’d walked towards the middle of the ropes she was attached to, trying to lean down and touch Omega but she couldn’t—the ropes not offering that much leeway. Finally there was another showing of authority as Christopher Daniels came down and slid into the ring. It was only at that moment that Okada decided to back off some, but there zero regret in her eyes. While Daniels was yelling at Okada, the medical team took the opportunity to get Kenny out of there. They slid the backboard across the canvas and underneath the bottom rope.
Once that was done, they began securing the blue backboard to the stretcher. They wanted to assure that nothing else that could be prevented would happen to Omega between here and the ambulance. There was also still a few ringside crew members looking for a way to get Sinclair freed from the handcuffs that had been restraining her—keeping her from being there as much as she would any other time. Clearly that was Kaz’s plan all along. Now there was a focused angle of Christopher Daniels yelling at Okada, admonishing her for such a reckless and senseless act of violence that went beyond what they were here to do. She was largely nonchalant by this point, raising her hands in mock innocence and pretending to comply with the instructions and the calls that Daniels was making. Fallon was still screaming at everyone in her face to get her out of the cuffs, watching them set up to wheel Kenny backstage and she still wasn’t free from the cuffs made her even more irate. There were traces of tears rolling down her face—it had been a long process between the couple to even get Kenny back to this point and the stresses of it all, on top of her being kept away from him, it wasn’t helping even slightly. Now the medical staff moved the stretcher a little to try and began the process of wheeling him up the ramp. All of a sudden Okada using her strength and shoves Christopher Daniels to the mat. It was at this time simultaneously that both Matthew and Nicholas Jackson appeared at ringside, causing the medical staff to spread out and leave Omega vulnerable.
Fallon, seeing her former childhood best friends again had a wave of rage flow through her body. She was still rendered helpless, there was nothing she could do to get to Kenny and it was clearly taking its toll on her. While the Young Bucks kept the medical team at bay, Kaz exited the ring to stand on the apron. “Don’t do this! You don’t have to do this, please.. please Kaz I’m begging you don’t..” Sinclair’s words were now screams and full fledged sobs and they earned the attention of the Rainmaker. There was nothing to play around with when it came to Kenny’s condition and him even getting to return to wrestling was nothing shy of a miracle. “Please don’t do this.. please..” Fallon cried, but Okada’s expression while looking at her was filled with nothing but absolute amusement at the situation. Turning back, Kazuchika would look down at Kenny before leaping off of the apron and once again landing a signature elbow onto the stomach of Omega. However this time it clearly caused damage as Kenny’s mouth and chin were now covered in his own blood. Fallon became hysterical now, the pulling and trying to break free had stopped because she’d collapsed on herself, sobbing as she yelled for her boyfriend. “Tyson! Tyson please.. please please..” her words were almost inaudible because she was sobbing that heavily. There was little pools of blood that were staining the floor below, the camera panning up to Kazuchika Okada and her simply laughing at the horror she’s caused. Once again Kenny was clutching his stomach, the coughing and sputtering now bringing up more blood with it. Medical staff was trying to get Omega to lay back on the board, the strap around his waist area was still holding him to the board. However the damage had been done and he was coughing, clearly in agony.
Kaz turned and looked around before deciding to flee the scene to avoid any immediate repercussions—especially since they’d finally found a key and had unlocked Fallon Sinclair’s handcuff. As soon as she was freed she slid from the ring and moved to stand by Kenny Omega, who they’d gotten back onto the backboard and pulled the stretcher back to its standing position. There were tears and makeup running down the cheeks of Sinclair, but she couldn’t care less about appearances. “Tyson.. I’m so sorry, baby, I..” she was just hysterical but Kenny had used one hand to grab hers with a quick force. It was a completely harrowing scene, but she managed to walk with the stretcher as they rolled Kenny out of the arena. There was no way she was ever going to be anywhere else. As for Okada, there was a brief attempt to interview her when she was caught running backstage but it was ignored. Instead she hopped into the back of an SUV and they sped away from the scene of the crime.