Due to it being Thanksgiving week, Stephanie allows herself another week off, booking Team Work from afar while spending the holiday with her family.

The first match sees Kofi Kingston lose in a handicap match against Fenix and Johnny Mundo, the two men arguing almost the entire time but still coming out with the win after Mundo hits the end of the world, just for Fenix to take the pin while Johnny struggles to work through the rib pain the move still causes him sometimes. Johnny's up and pushing him as soon as he realizes what's happening, the two of them heading towards a massive brawl when security runs out and pulls them apart, fire and anger pouring from their stares as they resolve to handle this once back at the temple, where Dario Cueto doesn't care about anything but putting on a good show and money.

Bayley walks out the winner in a triple threat match against Sasha and Becky after hitting her belly to belly suplex on Becky before she can lock in the Disarmer on Sasha, pinning her before Sasha could recover enough to break it up. Her attempts at hugging the other two in lieu of shaking their hands does very little to ease the disappointment on their faces.

After a rough back and forth that leaves the audience speechless with its fast paced action, Lio Rush eakes out the victory against Aerostar with a moonsault side slam, winding him just long enough for the pin. Next is the first Beat the Clock challenge match that sees Drago taking out Braxton Sutter, his experience easily overwhelming the klutzy man and turning his attempted fisherman suplex into a flip piledriver and the win within 3:87.

"Good luck," Chad Gable tells his partner, slapping Jason Jordan on the shoulder. "I know you'll kill it out there."

Jason nods, trying and failing- as least in his partner's eyes- to hide his nervousness as he heads out to face off against Braun Strowman. He does last longer than most, even managing a somewhat sloppy suplex on the much larger man, but it's not enough. He quickly finds himself dazed on the mat, listening to the referee count the three, and can't move past the pain enough to stop the loss. Strowman all but laughs in his face as he lifts him up to continue the brutalization... just for the crowd to react positively as Chad runs out and follows Jason's suplex with one of his own, showing off more of his core strength before scrambling out of the ring, gripping Jason's legs and dragging him to safety. "Thanks," he mumbles, leaning into Chad's warmth as he braces him against his side and forces him up the ramp as quickly as possible, a wary eye kept on Braun as he roars out his displeasure from the ring.

"Any time," Chad says once they're backstage safely, pressing his forehead to Jason's in a replication of their entrance with a vague smile on his lips. "C'mon, I have to get ready for my match."

Cedric Alexander defeats Bram next, his speed overwhelming the man's strength and rage until he flies off the top rope, hitting Lumbar Check and defeating him. The cruiserweight division continues to make a name for themselves when Rich Swann ends up victorious against Mark Briscoe, 'Chicken' unable to do anything but watch on in blank awe when his opponent dances up the ramp successfully.

The second Beat the Clock match pits Rusev against Robbie E, the Bulgarian Brute walking out the winner at a time of 2:56, Robbie all but begging as he taps from the Accolade, Rusev very slow in releasing the submission. Jay Briscoe defeats Miz after beating him down, Mike only able to get in a few hits before Jay's angry offense overwhelms him and leaves him unable to defend himself against the onslaught. Big E likewise loses to Lucha Underground's Dante Fox, his Springboard 450 splash calling an end to the man's attempt at getting points, followed by Mahabali Shera taking out R-Truth with a sitout spinebuster after a bizarre match that was mostly just them performing dance moves to the crowd's bewilderment.

The final Beat the Clock match of the night pits DJ Z against Chad Gable, the two men staring at each other on opposite sides of the ring, Zema shaking out the knee that's been giving him trouble for the past few weeks since fighting alongside, and then against, his teammates in the X-Division. He ignores it all, his broken wrist, his weak knee, and fights as best as he can against the former Olympian. Gable suplexes him early on, winding him, but Zema fights out and kicks him hard in the chest, staggering him. Punching him with his good hand, Zema hits the ropes and lunges off in a crossbody, startled when Chad grabs him out of thin air and slings him over his shoulder like he weighs nothing. Zema hits hard and lays there for a moment before feeling Chad's fingers gripping his tightly shaved hair, tugging him up and preparing to suplex him again when Zema knees him hard in the midsection, the pain for them both leaving them both on the mat, Zema grabbing at his knee and Chad struggling to catch his breath.

Both aware of how the clock is ticking down, they meet back in the middle of the ring, Chad trying for another bridging suplex when Zema grabs his arm, reverses it and locks in an armbar, holding his breath and hoping that it's enough even with his weakened wrist. Chad fights out, however, slams him hard against the mat and leaves Zema blinking against the stars in his vision before lifting him up once more for another suplex. Zema takes the pain, grits against it, and kicks out at 2, rolling away and struggling up to his feet against the ropes. They stare at each other, a kind of respect lingering there, before Chad runs forward with a yell just to find himself caught with knees to the face, Zema following it up with a ZDT, pinning Chad. He lays there, in disbelief that he'd actually ended the match in time, the clock flashing 2:16 before his eyes. "I won," he mumbles into the mat while the ref tries to get him to stand, hold his arm up in victory.

He hurts all over but he beams anyway, relieved at the success despite all of his lingering injuries.

Next, Goldust defeats Mandrews with a vertical suplex after the man tries to introduce his skateboard into things, not taking Goldust seriously and paying for it. Al Snow cheats to win against Seth Rollins, somehow twisting out of and reversing his pedigree attempt into a roll up, using his pants to hold him down and keep him from wriggling free.

The crowd's daze is still evident as James Ellsworth meekly makes his way out to the ring for his first Team Work match, gripping his neck and looking even more worse for wear as Ethan Carter III comes to the ring, huge and frighteningly strong in comparison to James. He gulps and grips his hands into fists, determined to at least try. EC3 eyes him curiously, a strange look in his eye as James stands up to him despite the vast difference in their sizes. He exhales and shrugs before stepping forward. There's nothing technical about the match, if anything Ethan's playing with him, holding him down in headlocks and other weak excuses for submissions, only looking slightly annoyed whenever James tries offense. "Look, man, you've got guts, but what are you really expecting here?" he demands, wrenching back on James' neck and making him cry out. "You've seen my record, right? Especially against guys like you?" A flash of memory- angry blue eyes fixed on him- distracts him and he grunts, pushing James away. "Just lay down, I'll finish this quick."

"Any man with two hands-"

"Has a fighting chance, I know," Ethan mumbles, rolling his eyes, before trying to finish this- he grips James, about to hit the 1 Percenter, when he looks over and spots a familiar presence, in the crowd, watching him with a fixed stare, his arms crossed over his chest. It's just enough of a distraction for James to get a couple of solid hits in on Ethan's side, Ethan's already slack grip falling away entirely. Putting more distance between them, James looks around at the crowd, also confused by Ethan's visible distraction. He takes the opportunity, however, and when Ethan finally remembers what he's doing, he lunges forward and hits a perfect No Chin Music, staggering Ethan enough that he hops back and hits a second, then a third, before finally downing him and pinning him.

The crowd whispers in hushed awe at James defeating yet another seemingly impossible opponent before cheering him, James staggering up to his feet with a disbelieving grimace, once more gripping at his neck. He quickly leaves the ring, not wanting Ethan to take his temper out on him, and watches from the ramp as Rockstar Spud slips out of the crowd and into the ring. He stands over him and smirks, not bothering to touch Ethan once. "Still in your head, huh, sir?" is all he says before leaving the ring and heading up the ramp, staring over at James as he walks past him, the smug look on his face contrasting with the confusion on everyone else's.