As Daylight Dies 🜒 not @roderickstrong

Last weekend was a bit of a mess, wasn’t it? Twelve guys, bodies flying everywhere, me trying to kick David Finlay in the head, Orange and I attempting to suplex a man the size of Claudio Castagnoli… probably should’ve thought that one through. We’ll be fine. #AEWWrestleDream

I wouldn't necessarily recommend us as a business model, but hey, we get results. #AEWDynamite

Saturday was a pretty productive night for The Conglomeration. We got in, we got our hands on some people, we got the win, and then the Death Riders decided to come out and stare at us like we’re supposed to be impressed. Let’s skip the starting contest, boys. That’s the old us.

Paris was a long way to go just to get kicked in the head by Marina Shafir, but that’s professional wrestling. We came in wanting to make a statement, and instead, the Death Riders got their hand raised. Next time, I’m gonna make sure somebody’s joints regret the day they met me.

You mess with one of us, you've made this a group project. #AEWGrandSlam

Roddy put Jay away, Orange did Orange things, I kicked some people in the legs… pretty normal night for us. New Level were sitting out there on watching the whole thing. That’s fine. We’ll keep winning and eventually we’re gonna have another conversation about those belts.

Had a lovely little tea with my best buds before All In. We finally got answers about Orange’s backpack, although if you ask Rachel, I’m not sure she’d say the answers were worth the questions. The day-old macaroons and pastries, however, absolutely delivered.

Beating @TwoKneesToAche/@BackBreakExpert/@NoBackIsSafe/@WeakWontSurvive/@BuiltToAche/@SmashYourSpine is one of those things that feels pretty good and pretty terrible at the exact same time. Because that’s my friend. That’s my brother. That’s my partner.

And yeah… I got him. Barely. I know the shove afterward wasn’t about disrespect. It was frustration. I would’ve been frustrated too. Probably would’ve said something dumb. Maybe thrown a chair. Very healthy competitive behavior, but he came back, hugged me, and raised my hand.

That’s a guy I’ve spent years wrestling beside, traveling with, getting kicked in the head by, and occasionally arguing with about things neither of us will remember five minutes later. And then you get in the ring and all of that goes out the window. Roddy knows me too well.