When wrestling is dumb — and I mean blissfully dumb, just serenely stupid — that’s the good stuff, and much of the main event of “AEW Dynamite” was exactly that. It was the kind of match that could only be put together by eight men sharing two brain cells. 51-year-old, barely mobile Paul Wight was bodyslammed off a pallet and onto a car. Kota Ibushi rode a bicycle around the ring and smacked people with a giant pipe. Kenny Omega cut his hand open on a bottle and wrestled with such reckless abandon that I have to assume he was desperate to get out of his upcoming PPV tag team match against The Young Bucks.

The match was an absolute mess, but at no point was anyone ever doing something that wasn’t either reckless, stupid, violent, or funny. Amidst the chaos, the camera would cut back to Paul Wight, gravely injured by his tumble from the bodyslam, or to Jericho wandering through the arena, hitting Konosuke Takeshita with anything he could get his hands on. Everyone was either hit with a bike or slammed on a bike. Kyle Fletcher nearly killed several wrestlers with suplexes and piledrivers onto foreign objects. Quite simply, the match was 20 minutes of edge-of-your-seat adrenaline, and I spent much of it completely unable to guess what the collection of mostly 40-year-old men would do next.

Unfortunately, when the dust settled and the chaos ended, the result left one of AEW’s bright flames smothered by the over-indulgence of the plunderous, SEGA-sponsored street fight.