Jade Cargill Confronts Cody Rhodes and Invokes Shaq on AEW

Can I help you?

I don't know. Can you?

Cody, how dare you sit here and lie to our prestigious AEW audience.

To everybody at home wondering, my name is Jade Cargill.

And I'm the total package, baby.

You see, I've been sitting on the sideline week after week studying my competition, and you, Cody Rhodes- ... the American Nightmare- ... the Prince of Pro Wrestling.

I think one week I heard you say you were the Giant Killer.

Cody, what do you know about giants? There is nothing giant about you.

Girl. Oh, lordy.

I think she hit that beer through his nose. You see, I know a giant, a real giant.

And slick statements like yours, that's an echo loud enough- My boy ... to wake him.

So the next time you feel the need to think out loud, I suggest you keep that shit to your-

You watch your back, Giant Killer. I am nothing to be played with.

All right, Tony, don't say what you're thinking.

No, I, normally I don't, but- What, what is she talking about Giant Killer and- Oh, and by the way, congratulations on your name.

Well, it's been riveting, but- But I guess you didn't have the balls to go by one name.

That giant that you were talking about, oh, he's the real star, and you know what his name is?

Shaq. What? Did, does she, does she mean Shaquille O'Neal?

He was- That old dog ... he was here- Who the hell told you tonight was open mic night, bitch? Your dizzy ass up here looking real confused, so let me spell this out for you.

You up in my house smacking your gums at my man, and now you my problem.

I'm a make this real easy for you. Don't you ever, ever talk to him like that again.

Don't you even look at him.

And you know what else you can do? You can take your ratchet, trifling ass right up off my stage, and do not come back unless I send for you.

Do you understand me, hefa? Ooh, yikes. Good. Great. Cool.

Bitch, get your ass outta here. Wheels smoking.

My gosh.

Okay. Yeah. Yeah, we, we, we- We need to- Yeah, Jerry Lynn's there now