EMF: Shockwave
	(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.) (The lights are turned off as pyrotechnics blasts on the Shockwave stage as they come from the top of the arena. They light up with every crash. The lights turn on and fans yell and wave their signs as the camera sweeps around the crowd a few times. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We get one final shot of the crowd as the commentators begin to speak. JR-Tonight we come to you live from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Welcome everyone to Saturday Shockwave. Hello and welcome, I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined tonight as always by Jerry “the King” Lawler and Kris “KG” Gaffney. King-Can you imagine a time when we weren’t here? JR-Don’t remind me… King-Anyways tonight we have a big tag team. Many of the best teams of the EMF trying to get one up on one another. JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night. (The EMF tron lights up. We open up in the Cena mansions. John Cena has no contracts to sign...but he is looking through the bills. Which he doesn't sign....or does he? He grabs a pen and he tries to sign his bill, but then he's saved by something loud off in the distance. The mansion shakes. Then the same thing happens. Cena had an idea where this is coming from. Cena walks through the mansion for a little bit when the sounds become louder. Cena pushes the door open to Ashley's lab. Ashley is running around the lab dragging Rachel Cena around by the chain that they are attached to wearing her lab coat over her normal clothes and swirly eye goggles over her eyes.) .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-OH! OH! RACHEL! We have to go over here now....and... (She does something and there is a loud explosion. Ashley looks around and see's Cena. She freezes, and she yells.) .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-I need another idea!! (She jumps on a chair, and falls backwards, and lands on the floor. She rubs her back.) .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-That didn't work...stupid chair! Be more inspirational! (Rachel Cena looks down at Ashley and just shakes her head, before looking at her Dad.) Rachel: I can't work under these conditions.... Cena: Do you want to tell me why you're trying to blow the house up? Rachel: You'd have to ask her.... I have no idea what we're doing.... it's meant to be Science but... I'm not convinced. (Ashley jumps up.) .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Because nothing compares to the power of SCIENCE!! Especially now!! We must...because meh daughter from the future came down from the year 2040, and told me if I don't, George Carlin from the future would come after me, and melt my brain with...bad...words... (She grabs Rachel by the shirt and gets close to her face as she shakes her.) .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-You can't say that on TV...or can you? NO! Pretty sure you can't! Rachel: You see what I'm dealing with..... I'm chained to this... 24 hours a day.... Cena: You must be used to it now. What are you working on anyway? Or do I not want to know... .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-OH!! I need to finally perfect meh flux capacitor or you know. Besides! I need to come down to see meh Mom in the past. (Suddenly an Ashley Irvine looking much like Ashley Massaro walks into the room.) .::Evil Ashley Irvine::.-Ha! I already did that...that's why I told her no pictures, what is she going to do when she can't take pictures of me? .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Hey!! NO! Bad clone experiment!! Your not here before I can clone Tony Stark back to..."not having a thing". .::Evil Ashley Irvine::.-I was going to, but then you told me to, and I said NO!! (The two Ashley shake their fists.) .::Evil Ashley Irvine::.-Oh yeah...now I'm going to ruin your reputation by acting like meh evil lesbian self. .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Oh...I got a girlfriend now...so go ahead. .::Evil lesbian Ashley Irvine::.-Oh yeah...oh yeah...that's it...I'm going to get a boyfriend!! There has to be more than one choice. (Evil...(not lesbian anymore?) Ashley Irvine skips away evily.) .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Hehe! Cena: I have no idea what just happened.... but yea... just try not to blow anything up.... Rachel: I can't promise anything.... you really shouldn't have let her have a lab here.... Cena: I didn't... but who knows why these things happen. .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Is this even meh lab? I forget....OH...right I'm the only person who does science...unless RACHEL is a secret scientist!! That would be soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo COOL!! Although stupid thing doesn't seem to want to work...I wanted time travel...but all I made was the way to wipe out Covid-19...Mr. Cena what's Covid-19? Is that like Brandshaw 17's brother? I don't know...but whatever is the princess like REALLY wants it, is that weird? Cena: You don't know what it is? What do the two of you talk about all day? Rachel: Don't even ask.... I really didn't think when I put this stupid cuff on I would have to spend time doing "science".... .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-OH! That reminds me...we have to work on the thing for the princess' boobies!! Trust the science Rachel....this totally can't blow up...for the 84th time. (Ashley skips over, and she puts something in a beaker as something is happening that is making Ashley smile.) Rachel: Oh yea... that's what we were doing..... hey... what's that over there? (Rachel points across the room, and Ashley turns to look. While she's looking away, Rachel pours something else into the beaker Ashley was working on.) Cena: Well I'd love to stay and chat but.... if it's about Catherine's boobs.... I'm not sure I can stomach it. (Stuff goes flying towards Rachel.) .::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Hehe that was a pretty double rainbow....oh....RACHEL (Ashley leaps at her, and there is sounds off camera and sounds as we fade away and go back to the ring.) ["Pimp Slap That Hoe" by "Soulja Boi" plays in the background, as the arena is filled with various purple and pink colors. "Mack Daddy" Haynes struts out to the stage, equipped in a flashy purple robe with a white fluffy lining along the interior of the robe. He's equipped in a purple fedora with black shades that are adorned with jewels that say “T” on the right-eye lens and “V” on the left-eye lens. He makes a belt motion over his waist, before doing a "pimp-limp" walk down the ramp, ignoring the boos conducted by the audience along the ramp. He confidently pimp-limp walks down the ramp, before walking up the stairs. He eyes over the crowd, lowering his shades to give the camera a sleezy and confident smile. He then steps into the ring, through the middle-rope, raising his arms in the air with his cane in hand. He then takes off his fedora, robe, and cane, revealing his purple trunks, kneepads, and elbow pads, which have the words "New Champ" on the back of his trunks in gold letters. He eyes the stage, pacing back and forth.] JR-Tonight is a big match for Christopher Haynes, but one you got to wonder if this is a challenge he can over come. King-You know what isn’t in doubt, slapping you JR for being stupid. Kris Gaffney-That was needed to say. We hear the gentle sounds of a music box eerily creep throughout the arena growing more ominous, as Lux Aeterna Tenebrosi Stellata plays. Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen…. Brace yourselves! Smoke crawls across the canvas surrounding everyone in the ring, at ringside and the front row of the audience. Grace walks out into the middle of the stage smiling ear to ear as the arena lights flicker again, through the strobe we see The Wretched Nobody appear from nowhere. Ring Announcer: Making her way down the aisle the lovely, and loathsome Morose Rose - Miss Macabre, herself, Grace Brutal! Her Dark Star hails from The Danvers State Lunatic Asylum, Salem Massachusetts and at Six Foot Eleven inches tall – at Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds he is… the Five Time EMF Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld! THE WRETCHED NOBODY! Nobody slithers under the bottom rope, and slides back sitting in the corner. Nobody reaches for the top rope and pulls himself back to his feet. He rolls his neck and glares hard at the floor as he rocks from side to side in his corner. JR-The Wretched Nobody is coming off a big win against Ricky Vegas. King-I’m not sure who to cheer for. Kris Gaffney-I’m just staying neutral. King-What type of commentator are you!? [The Wretched Nobody stands in the middle of the ring, and Christopher Haynes decides to rake the eyes of the Wretched Nobody. The Wretched Nobody is blinded. Christopher Haynes runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. The Wretched Nobody hits a shoulder block that knocks down Christopher Haynes. Christopher Haynes hits down on the mat. He is slowly to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody hits a hard fist to the face that knocks him down on the mat. The Wretched Nobody waits as Christopher Haynes gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody picks up Christopher Haynes, and he connects with a fall away slam that sends Christopher Haynes flying across the ring. He slowly gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody runs towards the corner, and he crushes Christopher Haynes with a body avalanche that makes Christopher Haynes falling out of the corner. Christopher Haynes falls down on the mat. The Wretched Nobody takes a few moments to pace around the ring, and he holds up his hand as he waits for Christopher Haynes to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Christopher Haynes gets grabbed around the throat. Christopher Haynes gets lifted up, and dropped with a spine chiller, but it doesn’t seem like the Wretched Nobody doesn’t want to go into the cover, instead he wants to finish this match.] JR-The Wretched Nobody is looking to end this match. King-Your about to be slapped so hard JR!! Kris Gaffney-We knew that was coming. [Christopher Haynes gets up, and the Wretched Nobody goes for the trephination, Christopher Haynes ducks under. The Wretched Nobody turns around, and Christopher Haynes hits a kick to the gut that doubles over the Wretched Nobody, and he drops him with a DDT. The Wretched Nobody bounces up. Christopher Haynes lifts up the Wretched Nobody, and he puts him down with a death valley driver. The Wretched Nobody gets pinned by Christopher Haynes. The ref counts 1………..2…KICK OUT by the Wretched Nobody!!] JR-The Wretched Nobody kicks out. King-Ha! I knew it wasn’t over. [The Wretched Nobody gets picked up by Christopher Haynes. Christopher Haynes rakes the eyes of the Wretched Nobody. Haynes struts around and he bounces off of the ropes. The Wretched Nobody connects with the trephination. Christopher Haynes goes down. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Haynes. The ref counts 1………….2…………..3!!] JR-Haynes took a little bit too much time, and it cost him. (Lights flash through the arena as "One and Only" by CFO$ hits.) (From the back steps Ricochet wearing a jean hooded vest opened up, his wrestling trunks, knee pads, wrestling boots and taped up wrists. He’s sort of dancing as he walks to the center of the ramp and looks out to the crowd, slowly. He adjusts his vest and begins his decent down the rampway, confidently as he looks out towards the crowd. Once beside the ring, he quickly comes up onto the ring apron, spins on his knee and stands up so he is facing the crowd. He pulls his hood off, points out to the crowd, turns and grabs ahold of the top rope as he easily leaps up over, flipping and corkscrewing over the top rope and twirling once he hits the mat with his arms out wide. He quickly climbs the turnbuckle, points to the crowd once more, then holds his hand low and slowly raises it high into the sky. He leaps off of the turnbuckle, sprints to the opposite side and repeats. He flips off of the turnbuckle, tosses his vest off and then makes his way to his corner for his match to begin.) JR-This is the debut for Ricochet who is a member of the Bullet Club. King-Killer Tschida isn’t afraid. Kris Gaffney-Guess we’ll find out if he should have been. On the tron it shows an open field with a sign that just says "SV" and "I'm Back" plays on the speakers. The scene on the tron changes and it shows Killer Tschida's face complete with sunglasses. The words "EFEDERATION LEGEND, KILLER TSCHIDA!" show up on the tron. Killer Tschida then shows up in the aisle and he points his fist to the ring then he throws his fist up and back as pyro goes off. JR-You can’t discount the ability of Killer Tschida though. King-He’s a legend JR!! Kris Gaffney-Too bad Jarred Carthallion isn’t alive, just think of how many mentions of a legend there would be. [Killer Tschida and Ricochet stand in the middle of the ring. The pace around the ring, Killer Tschida tries to go for a move, but it’s countered with a kick to the side of the ribs by Killer Tschida. Killer Tschida goes for a wild fist to the face, and Ricochet fires away a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Ricochet whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Ricochet connects with a rolling elbow to the face that puts down on Killer Tschida. Killer Tschida gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Killer Tschida connects with a jaw breaker that makes him fall backwards into the corner. Killer Tschida gets up to his feet. Killer Tschida pulls himself up to his feet. Ricochet hits a running clothesline that connects to him. Killer Tschida falls into the corner into a seated position. Ricochet hits a kick to the face, and then another one. Ricochet backs out of the corner, and he runs towards the corner, and he connects with a cannon ball on Killer Tschida. Ricochet pulls Killer Tschida out of the corner. Ricochet goes into the cover on Killer Tschida. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………….2……..KICK OUT by Killer Tschida!!] JR-Killer Tschida kicks out. King-Killer might have been taken off guard, but I don’t know that can last. Kris Gaffney-There is a reason why he’s a legend. [Ricochet waits for Killer Tschida to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He lifts him up, and he drops him with a body slam by the corner. Ricochet goes into the corner, and he pulls him up, and he goes for a second rope 450 splash, but Killer Tschida is ale to move out of th way. Killer Tschida is slow to get upt o his feet as is Ricochet. Killer Tschida tries to arm bar Ricochet to the mat going for the Tschida lock, but it’s blocked. Ricochet throws Killer Tschida off, and Killer rolls through. Ricochet goes towards killer Tschida. Killer Tschida is able to counter with a Killer Kick that puts down Ricochet. Killer Tschida takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet so does Ricochet, and he throws a fist to the face, and Ricochet is able to duck it, and connects with a knife edge chop to the chest, and then another as the crowd yells wooo on each one as the sound echo’s through out the arena. Killer Tschida whips Ricochet to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Killer Tschida drops him with the one man flap jack that puts him down on the mat. Ricochet is slow to get up to his feet. Killer Tschida drops him with a spine buster. Killer Tschida goes into the cover on Ricochet. The ref counts 1………….2……….KICK OUT by Ricochet!!] JR-Killer Tschida is looking for that one move. Kris Gaffney-Harder to find than you think. [Ricochet is slow to get up to his feet. Killer Tschida hooks Ricochet, and he tries to drive him down. Ricochet is able to roll through. Killer Tschida waits for Ricochet to get up. Ricochet goes for a Killer Kick. But Ricochet ducks under, and he turns Killer around, and he lifts him up and he drops him with the vertigo!! Ricochet hooks the leg of Killer Tschida into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!] JR-Killer Tschida went for his best moves, but both were either blocked or avoided. But Ricochet was able to end this match with a vertigo. (“Game on” by Disciple blasts on the PA system and the audience rises to their feet. Tony Ikeda walks out onto the stage with the EMF World Heavyweight Title slung over his shoulder and an appreciative smile on his face, Tony stands in the middle of the stage and lifts the title above his head with both hands for a moment before hanging it back over his shoulder and beginning to make his way down the aisle toward the ring.) Ring Announcer: Ladies, Gentlemen, They, Them and others - Hailing from St. Louis, Missouri, Standing at a Height of 6'5" at an Official Weight of 250lbs - he is Your Current Reigning, Defending Extreme Measures Federation Heavyweight Champion of the World! The Hardest Working Legend in the Industry today… “Prime time Badd Boy” Tony Ikeda! (Tony takes the time to acknowledge various fans who are sporting his merchandise, holding signs for him and reaching out for a brief touch of the champion - Tony climbs the ring steps and gets inside of the ring.) JR-You got to wonder if Tony is 100%. King-Well he was in a match that was created by Ready to Rumble…I don’t know if I would be right…mentally or emotionally. Kris Gaffney-Someone I knew would be a fan though. As the lights go out in the arena, The State of Massachusettes cranks through the speakers. An orange spotlight illumiates the top of the ramp, highlighting the figure of Tommy Malone gives the crowd their first glimpse of the Irish Renegade. Standing with his back toward the ring, Tommy is wearing a black leather jacket that has the Irish Flag spray painted on the back of it, his arms out toward his side, thumb and finger sticking out in a gun like gesture. Tommy turns around and makes his way toward the ring, a slightly cocky strut. Covering the bottom have of his face is a custume made Irish flag with "Real IRA" painted on the mask. Malone reaches the ring, jumping up on the apron and looking around the arena at the crowd. With a swooping jump Tommy launches himself over the top rope into the ring, heading right for the turnbuckle where he climbs it and points finger guns out toward the crowd. JR-Tommy Malone knows a lot about coming off of big matches. Kris Gaffney-We’ll see if he can take advantage of the situation, it could be this win that he needs to get back into a title race. [Tony Ikeda and Tommy Malone pace around the ring. Tony Ikeda locks up, and he puts Tommy Malone into an arm bar. Tony Ikeda holds on the pressure on Tommy Malone. Tommy Malone is in a lot of pain. Tony Ikeda tries to put more, and Tommy Malone backs up Tony Ikeda to the ropes, and he whips him off of the move. Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a running shoulder block. Tommy Malone falls downo n the mat. He is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tommy Malone throws a wild fist to the face of Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda ducks under, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a belly to back suplex. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Tommy Malone, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..KICK OUT by Tommy Malone. Tony Ikeda gets up and he hits a few stomps on the downed Tommy Malone. The ref makes Tony Ikeda back up, and Tommy Malone gets up in the corner. Tony Ikeda closes the gap between him and Tommy Malone. Tony Ikeda hits a knee lift into the gut, and he whips him to the opposite side of the ring. Tony Ikeda follows him into the corner with a clothesline.] JR-Tony Ikeda has been in control of this match. King-Wonder if Tommy is wishing he stayed home. Kris Gaffney-Maybe he can steal Kimberly’s theme song. [Tony Ikeda puts Tommy Malone on the top rope, but before he can do anything. Tommy Malone is able to hit a few head butts. Tommy Malone pushes Tony Ikeda off of the turnbuckle. Tony Ikeda gets up to his feet, and Tommy Malone hooks Tony Ikeda with a front face lock, and he jumps off, and he connects with a tornado DDT that drives him on the mat.] JR-Tommy Malone with the tornado DDT. King- Tommy can sense it. Kris Gaffney-Seems so [Tommy Malone waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet, and he goes for the Irish Stun Gun, but as he turns around. It’s blocked, and Tony ikeda hooks him, and drops him with the full nelson suplex. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Tommy Malone. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………3!!] JR-Tony Ikeda… (Unanticipatedly the arena lights begin to flicker and the audience buzz as The Wretched Nobody appears suddenly from the darkness just in front of the the inexorable Tony as the lights go back to normal. Tony lowers the microphone and we see him mouth the words “What?” In a steadfast tone - The Wretched Nobody places his Intercontinental title on the canvas drawing a proverbial, albeit tangible and symbolic line between them… Tony looks down at this gesture, uncertain at first. Then the audience is cued to frenzy as The Wretched Nobody steps over the line and places his palm on the main plate of the EMF World Heavyweight Title. Tony pulls his shoulder back, and the title out of Nobody’s reach. The audience are wild with foretaste and high hopes that this inevitable collision course would arise like the hands of The Wretched Nobody which now hold up 7 Fingers in front of Tony who moves them aside as he raises the microphone again.) Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: If I accept, and only If - you know what’s going to happen? ::Grace Brutal:: OOOOOH, come on now, Tony - We ALL know what’s going to happen! THE WRETCHED NOBODY IS GONNA PROVE YOU’RE BITCHMADE! (Tony spots Grace standing at the entrance stage, holding onto Nobody’s half of the EMF Tag Team Titles with a sinister, defiant smile on her face. His shoulders slump and his head shakes - no one wants to share words with Grace. Tony looks at Wretch, taking the high road and ignoring her.) Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: As I was saying; If I accept, and only If… Do you know what’s going to happen? We’re going to break box office records… we’re going to top news headlines… we’re going to bring EMF’s fan base and overall quality up notches, and pegs. But we’re also going to put you in your place… regardless of if Prez Mike books this as Title for Title, or just for “My EMF World Heavyweight Championship.'' as you like to call it. Know that I’m only going to accept, on the condition that if you lose… you and your little diabolical fraternity of freaks and losers will not be allowed to challenge for this title for the remainder of my reign. You and your carnival of carnage admit defeat. ::Grace Brutal:: Prez Mike’s gonna bitch slap your ballsack for not just leaving money on the table - but flipping the whole damn cash table around here! BROOOOO! Do you even Watch Wrestling? Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: Well for the last few months I’ve been too busy doing it successfully with this championship, so I haven’t been keeping up with it the way I’d like, thanks. ::Grace Brutal:: That condition sounds like you’re getting worn out, Grandpa. You’re looking a bit weary, is that title getting too heavy for you? Don’t worry… My Beautiful Wretch has No Problems putting you to Sleep and tucking you in for a Three Count, OOOOOOOOOLD MAAAAAAANNNN! Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: Oh I’m not worn out. I’ve proven to be the better man. Your goonies keep losing but keep holding this sense of entitlement to the nothing they have earned…..Wretch, does this thing really have to follow you everywhere? You earn top dollar around here, I know you can afford a kennel big enough to keep it caged up, and quiet for a change. ::Grace Brutal:: That’s funny, but now I’m going to make sure that it costs you enough beating to scrape some time off of the twilight of your ironic career relevance you’re enjoying, boomer. You know you wouldn’t even be safe right now if I told him to hurt you. Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: Yes Grace, yes… we’re ALL aware of how this works. I think virtually Anyone would do almost Anything if it meant you Might shut up for a minute, and we all feel for this poor bastard who has a whole ass life sentence with you. Like, why is it you’re even talking to me? Wretch speaks… he’s one of the most eloquent human beings I’ve ever seen pick up the stick. You some psychotic bibble babble, but I completely understand why so many fans find you so interesting. But You, Grace? You do all this pointless jabbering, and limelight hogging while he does all the real work, and offers all the actual appeal. At least when you still did your whore-vibe cosplays it could be said you brought some kind of drawing power to all of this. Since that’s gotten lost in the fog other things have become REAL clear, lady. What I’m saying is; “You” as a gimmick, if nothing else too - is getting pretty dried up. (Again, as eerie and creepy as ever - a dissociated, focused Wretched Nobody again touches the main plate of the EMF World Heavyweight Championship, his head tilted as he stares at it as if nothing, and no one else is there. Tony snaps him out of it by stepping away from the monster. He repositions himself out of Nobody’s reach, but keeps him in sight still. Nobody’s gaze falls to the ) ::Grace Brutal:: You okay, bud? Want a hug? Need some water? You seem a little twitchy, jittery even… Do you need some Ensure? Should we check your blood pressure, or glucose levels? Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: Listen, Becky… you want to watch your mouth. This decision might not even be all mine. EMF’s upper staff might have some different opinions if there’s a chance this Mutant of yours, could walk away with Three EMF Titles - even if it is just for one night. There’s a real good chance he’ll wind up booked in two matches before he even makes it to the main event. ::Grace Brutal:: There’s an even better chance - he’ll roll into the pay per view not giving a fuck, and aiming for some whole-ass history making domination…. Even if it’s just for One Night. (The Wretched Nobody moves quickly, grabbing Tony’s attention away from Grace - but Wretch only just grabs his Intercontinental Championship up, and lovingly dusts it off before slinging it across his chest. The lights flicker and Nobody appears beside Grace with his Tag Team Title crossed over the Intercontinental making an X across his torso.) Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: So that’s it? I have to be honest, I was expecting more… ::Grace Brutal:: Pffft… oh bitch, you wish that was it. Don’t let your guard down… not even a little. Between now… and WHEN, not ‘if” - this match happens on a Cold Day in Hell’s card… your best bet is going to be living in absolute fear and trepidation… because You know what’s going to happen Tony… Another Trephination! You had to know Death would come calling one day, Tony. The Wretched Nobody is going to be taking one Big step closer to The EMF Hall of Fame, and breaking the EMF World Heavyweight Championship Record… and it’s going to be taken Over your Subjugated, Disheartened, Undone Body! All you have to do, to help the whole federation, is do what you’d done better than anybody else around here for a real long time… Show up and Lose! That’s right in your wheelhouse, champ. We’ve all seen, you’re way better at that - than you are at beating Wretch….. statistically speaking, anyway. Tony “The Badd Boy” Ikeda: Statistics doesn’t account for my heart, my lack of fear, our last two matches, and any of your goons, especially Wretch’s inability to get the job done... (The Wretched Nobody cutting Tony off steps forward and points to the massive banner for the coming October Pay Per View - Cold Day In Hell 2021 popping the crowd as the arena lights flicker again and the pair disappear, Tony leans on the top rope and wipes his hand over his face before he looks out over the still excited audience, Tony turns and drops the microphone as the canvas begins to soak through in red lettering reading “Come & See!” Tony expertly exits the ring with a veteran’s savvy caution, as quickly as the message appears - it seems to be sucked up back into the canvas showing no signs it was ever there in the first place. Tony steps backwards and a sneer comes across his face as he stares at Wretch.) * "Big Pun, Cuban Link, Apathy, Beast 1333 - Toe To toe Remix [2020]" plays in the background, as Bestia, The Big Boricua, walks to the stage while being accompanied by Fidel Estrada. Fidel Estrada is equipped in a loose suit and fedora-like hat that is similar to "Armando Estrada". Bestia, on the other hand, is equipped in black boots, semi-baggy black drawstring trousers, and a loose T-shirt that reads the words "Bestia, The Big Boricua" in Red, White, and Blue colours. Bestia is standing at 7'0lbs and weighting at 610lbs. Fidel Estrada, seeming very enthusiastic and energetic, showcases Bestia by pointing both of his hands at Bestia. Bestia, on the other hand, shows a very monstrously neutral expression on his face, as he slowly walks down the ramp. Fidel, walks behind him, as the crowd begins to boo the duo. Fidel takes the opportunity to wave the crowd down, energetically, but the booing ensues. Certain signs support Bestia with phrases such as "Boricua Bae", "Puerto Rican & Proud", "BESTIA!", and "Boricua Slam Them All!". Fidel motions Bestia to walk up the steps towards the ring, as Bestia walks up the steps, towards the apron. He eyes over the crowd, as Fidel walks around the exterior of the ring. Bestia then steps over the top rope of the ring, before raising both arms in the air, in the middle of the ring. He grabs his shirt, and tears it apart with one hand, before tossing it towards the crowd. Fidel steps towards his corner, outside of the ring, as Bestia eyes up the ramp, towards the stage. * JR-Bestia came up a bit short at Legacy of Blood. King-Which is funny, because he’s tall. Kris Gaffney-And fat!! (Lights go black and then Twilight of the Thunder God, by Amon Amarth blasts over the loud speakers and the crowed erupts. Lights begin to flash Red, White, and Blue as sparks fly down from the ceiling. The camera focuses up to the stands as halfway up steps Jackson Gunner out into the fans. The fans erupt as they spot Jackson. He rips his tank off and throws it into the crowd, he beats his chest with a yell and tosses his hands up into the air crossing his arms in an X formation. Gunner begins walking down the stares slowly toward the ring as he slaps hands with the fans on his way.) Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman. On his way to the ring, fighting out of Honolulu Hawaii. Standing 6’4” weighing in at 250 pounds. He is JACKSON “KOA KOA” GUNNER! (As Gunner slowly makes his way down the stairs he reaches the barricade and easily jumps over. He turns, faces the fans and beats his chest again with a roar to the crowd. Gunner turns faces the ring. He takes a step forward and easily jumps onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope and easily leaps over. He walks to the corner and throws his hands up into the air with an X formation and feeds off of the crowd’s roars. Gunner jumps down and stands in his corner as he rotates his wrists, smirking as he waits for the match to begin.) JR-Jackson Gunner had a successful defense. King-It doesn’t get easier here either. Kris Gaffney-I’m certain Jackson saw what a fight Bestia gave Azar. King-I’m sure he didn’t need that to truly understand what a challenge he has, but true. [Jackson Gunner and Bestia stand in the middle of the ring. Jackson Gunner throws a few fists to the face of Bestia, but it seems like Bestia is just absorbing the blows. Bestia attempts to attack with a fist, but Jackson Gunner is able to use his speed advantage and he is able to duck under it, and Bestia is able to turn around, but not in time to avoid a flying knee to the chin that rocks Bestia. Jackson Gunner hits a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Jackson Gunner hits a few fists to the face of Bestia. Bestia staggers backwards. Jackson Gunner attempts to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Bestia. Jackson Gunner jumps on the second rope, and he spring boards off of the middle rope for a twisting spring board cross body block in the air. Jackson Gunner connects on Bestia. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……..Bestia is able to power up, and Bestia gets up. Jackson Gunner hooks Bestia and he drops him with a snap DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner pushes Bestia on to his back. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Bestia. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………..2………KICK OUT by Bestia. Jackson Gunner gets up to his feet, and he waits for Bestia to get up to his feet. Jackson Gunner kicks him in the gut and he sets him up for a piledriver.] JR-Do you think that Jackson Gunner can hit Bestia with this move? King-If he does, it’s all over. Kris Gaffney-I’ll agree with that…wouldn’t if it was King going for the move though. [Before Jackson Gunner can even try Bestia is able to counter with a back body drop that sends Jackson Gunner flying down on the mat. Bestia waits for Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner gets up, and he turns towards Bestia who drives him down on the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Bestia goes into the cover on Jackson Gunner. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2……….KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!!] JR-Jackson Gunner is finding out why this man gave Azar Vulcan a run for his money. King-I think Scott Steiner would tell you it doesn’t matter…because in the end of the match, he’s still fat. Kris Gaffney-Always a good answer for every situation. [Bestia picks up Jackson Gunner and he connects with a body slam. Bestia runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He jumps in the air and he goes for a splash, but Jackson Gunner moves out of the way. Bestia is slow to get up as he had the air driven out of him. Bestia gets dropped with the Burning Samoan. Bestia is down. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Bestia. The ref counts 1…………..2…………..3!!] JR-Bestia tried to use his mass to end the match, but it ended up being used against him. King-Bigger they are, the harder they fall. Midnight Tiger makes his entrance amid a sea of neon lights, dressed in an ornate cape and costume as he makes his way down to the ring. JR-Midnight Tiger was able to strike late in his match to get a surprising victory against Wade Flow. King-I doubt that will be forgotten JR. Kris Gaffney-Well, it’s on to the next match, and see if he can prove he can do it again. Ricky comes onto the ramp with a huge grin, accompanied by Miss Meadows and a pair of nameless showgirls. On occasion, he will toss commemorative casino chips into the crowd. Once arriving at the ring, Miss Meadows will instruct the showgirls to wait backstage. JR-Ricky Vegas had one hell of a war with the Wretched Nobody. King-It might not have been Wretches easiest of matches, but I’m certain he had a lot of fun. Kris Gaffney-And isn’t that what it’s all about? [The bell rings and Ricky Vegas and Midnight Tiger stand in the middle of the ring. Both of them throw fists to the face, Midnight Tiger surprises him with a kick to the ribs, and then a few other shots, but Ricky Vegas is able to counter by grabbing one of the kicks, and he puts down Midnight Tiger with a dragon leg whip. Midnight Tiger falls down on the mat, and he is slow to get up to his feet, Ricky Vegas hits a running clothesline that knocks down Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger gets up to his feet, and Ricky Vegas hits a few fists to the face of Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger gets whipped to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Ricky Vegas lowers his head, and he connects with a back body drop that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Ricky Vegas waits for Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger gets up to his feet, and he turns right into a jab (ONE!) another jab (TWO!) another jab (THREE!) another jab (FOUR!) another jab (FIVE!) another jab (SIX!!) and Ricky Vegas goes for another harder fist and he drops Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tigers gest up dazed, and gets put down with a Full house to the face. Ricky Vegas goes into the cover on Midnight Tiger. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………….2…….KICK OUT by Midnight Tiger.] JR-Ricky Vegas is pressing the advantage. King-Midnight Tiger might have to do something drastic to get this match back in control. Kris Gaffney-Well he’s shown he can. [Midnight Tiger is slow to get up to his feet, and Ricky Vegas picks up Midnight Tiger is able to slide out of the back. Midnight Tiger is in the corner, and he holds on to the corner. Ricky Vegas turns around and he runs at Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger is able to counter with a drop kick that makes Ricky Vegas flying into the top rope. Midnight Tiger takes a few moments to rest up. Ricky Vegas runs at Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger connects with an arm drag that sends him flying across the ring, and he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, he runs at Midnight Tiger, and he connects with another arm drag that sends Ricky Vegas to the outside of the ring. Midnight Tiger waits as Ricky Vegas climbs up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Midnight jumps on the second rope, and he jumps on the second rope, and he connects with a spring board drop kick that sends Ricky Vegas down on the mat. Ricky Vegas is slow to get up to his feet on the outside of the ring. Midnight Tiger slides under the bottom rope, and drives Ricky Vegas down on the mat with a DDT!! Midnight Tiger grabs Ricky Vegas, and he throws him into the ring. Midnight Tiger takes a few moments to rest up. He jumps on the apron, and he climbs up to the top rope. Midnight Tiger waits for Ricky Vegas. Ricky Vegas turns around as Midnight Tiger jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a cross body block. Ricky Vegas gets held down by Midnight Tiger into a pinning combination. The ref counts 1…………2…KICK OUT by Ricky Vegas!! Midnight Tiger considers what to do next.] JR-What a hell of a match. King-Just a matter of who is going to win it. Kris Gaffney-Midnight Tiger right now is considering what it’s going to take as we speak. [Midnight Tiger waits for Ricky Vegas to get up to his feet, but Ricky Vegas turns around and Midnight Tiger goes for a kick to the face. Ricky Vegas catches it, and he tries to trip Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger is able to avoid it. Ricky Vegas pushes Midnight Tiger into the corner, Ricky Vegas hits a clothesline in the corner. Ricky Vegas puts him on the top rope.Ricky Vegas hits a few hard fists to the face. Ricky Vegas climbs up to the top rope. Ricky Vegas hits a few headbutts and Midnight Tiger is able to block it, and he connects with a hard chop to the chin and few head butts of his own, but Ricky Vegas answers back with fists. Ricky Vegas sets up Midnight Tiger with a vertical suplex. But it’s blocked, and Midnight Tiger throws Ricky Vegas off of the top rope for a front slam from the top. Midnight Tiger steadys himself, and he jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with the total eclipse!! Midnight Tiger goes into the cover on Ricky Vegas. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………3!!] JR-Midnight Tiger had one more counter than Ricky Vegas did on this night. (“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Walter Melon and Kenny Omegrape walk out on the stage, and they step inside of the ring.) JR-The Melon Club have had a lot of success. Kris Gaffney-Will they have similar success here? King-The Melon Gods probably will get around to telling us. (“the Black Family’s theme” blasts on the PA system. Malakai Black and Damien Priest walk down to the ring, and they step inside of the ring.) JR-These two have quite the reputation around the world, but we’ll see if that can translate to the EMF. King-They haven’t had a lot of successes recently. King-Guess not. (Lights go black and the crowd silences in anticipation. Suddenly, there is a digital American Flag that appears down the rampway and inside of the ring as the arena lights all begin to flash RED, WHITE, and BLUE.) (From the back shirtless, jean shorts, work boots, and an American Flag cape on walks Mr. President “Jim Vice!” He stands at the top of the stage with a cold Mericaweiser in his hand. He cracks it open and quickly downs the cold brew and tosses the empty can into the stands. He beats his chest and then from the back slowly, methodically walks GOAT. GOAT hands Jim another Mericaweiser and he quickly downs it before tossing it to the stands again. The two smash their forearms. Jim begins his aggressive walk down the ramp as the crowd begins to erupt in “MERICA, FUCK YEA!” chants. Slower, more methodically walks GOAT, motionless on his face.) Beautiful female announcer: “Ladies and Gentelmen. It is my pleasure to introduce to you. They are at a combined weight of 487 pounds of raw American greatness! One standing 6’2”, the other 6’1”. GOAT! Mr. President, Dr. JIM VICE! Welcome to the ring, TEAM AMERICA!” (The crowd continues to chant as Mr. President aggressively climbs into the ring and waltzes straight into each corner as he throws his hands into the air. As he does that, GOAT slides into the ring and stands in their corner as he awaits the match to begin, motionless, emotionless. Mr. President takes off his cape, smashes forearms with GOAT and paces from side to side beating his own chest, yelling “HELL YEA!” as he waits for his match to begin.) JR-Jim Vice is coming off of an Extreme Championship match. King-Not to mention that this is the first time we’ll get to see GOAT in the ring. Kris Gaffney-Unless you count the Daniel Bryan matches. The lights drop and the arena is plunged into total darkness for a few seconds. A single spot light beams down onto ramp. An old gentleman with a mic, dressed as a butler steps out into the light. He is quickly accompanied by two younger men in the same uniform each carrying an end of a rolled red carpet... Butler: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's is with the greatest of pleasures, I introduce for your viewing pleasure. Lloyd & Mason Fortune. "Ride of the Valkyries" begins to play loudly over the booing crowd. The two younger butlers unroll the red carpet down the ramp towards the ring. They then exit the stage along with the older servant. After a few more seconds, allowing their theme to kick in Lloyd and Mason Fortune elegantly emerge from behind the curtain. They're wearing matching trunks, pads, face and cheekbone protective masks, all black. Unfazed by the loud booing, the brothers gracefully walk down the red carpet heading for the ring. Lloyd climbs the stairs first and sit on the middle rope, allowing Mason to step through. Once in the ring, Mason sits on the middle rope, returning the courtesy for his brother Lloyd to enter. Both men huddle close in the middle of the ring and and say their final words of encouragement to each other before the contest. JR-Speaking of debuts, this is the debut of this team. King-Nikki Bella would be jealous, but I’m certain it would be John Cena’s fault. Kris Gaffney-Wonder why that is… The Wrestlers are all standing in the ring Malakai Black goes for a Black Mass, but it’s ducked under by GOAT. GOAT answers with a kick to the side of the head as the rest of the wrestlers fight on. Damien Priest attacks GOAT from behind. Jim Vice grabs Damien Priest, and he throws Damien Priest out of the ring. Damien Priest crashes down on the mat. Vice and GOAT throw fists on Malakai Black, and they double whip him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and they pick up Malakai Black, and they drop him for a double flap jack that sends down Malakai Black. Malakai Black gets up stunned, and he falls into the corner. GOAT connect with a clothesline in the corner. GOAT backs out of the corner. Jim Vice kicks Malakai Black in the gut that doubles him over, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a power bomb.] JR-So far the team of Vice and GOAT have focused on Malakai Black. Kris Gaffney-Maybe they think his last name will make him not great. King-I’m sure all the Cyrus’ of the world will be happy you said that. [ Jim Vice goes into the cover on Malakai Black. The ref counts 1…………….2……….Mason Fortune grabs the leg of Jim Vice, and he pulls him outside of the ring. Mason Fortune connects with a hard clothesline that knocks down Jim Vice. Jim Vice tries to get up to his feet. Lloyd Fortune goes for a chair shot to the back to keep Jim Vice down on the mat. Jim Vice gets the chair under him. Jim Vice tries to get up to his feet, but he gets driven down on the chair with a curb stomp. Jim Vice seems out of it. GOAT comes out and brawls with both Mason and Lloyd, but they are able to over come him, and the two of them drive him hard into the barricade. Mason and Lloyd Fortune hooks him into a Russian leg sweep position, and he connects with a double Russian leg sweep that sends him flying into the barricade that sends him hard back first. GOAT clearly is feeling the effects of that move.] JR-Both team America team members are not in good shape. King-Guess that’s what they get? Kris Gaffney-Guess so. [Walter Melon and Damien Priest throw fists to the face. Walter Melon ducks under, and he connects with a german suplex. Walter Melon goes to the crowd for a weapon but he comes face to face with Ashley Irvine who yells “WATERMELON!!” Ashley runs away, and Walter Melon grabs a signapore cane from a fan, and he smashes it on the head of Damien Priest. Walter Melon picks up Damien Priest. Walter Melon sets up Damien Priest, and he lifts him up and Kenny Omegrape finishes off a belly to back suplex/reverse neck breaker combo. Kenny Omegrape hits a few stomps on the downed Damien Priest, and Kenny Omegrape throws him into the ring. Kenny Omegrape goes into the ring, and he goes into the cover. The ref counts 1…………2……KICK OUT by Damien Priest!!] JR-Damien Priest kicked out!! Kris Gaffney-What is your explanation? King-Maybe Damien Priest eats fruit…just not as much as the Melon Club! [Kenny Omegrape lifts up Damien Priest, and he hits a body slam. Malakai Black is attempting to get into the picture. Kenny Omegrape takes him out with a clothesline that sends himself and Malakai Black outside of the ring. Walter Melon climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with the fruit smash splash on Damien Priest!! Walter Melon goes into the cover on Damien Priest. The ref counts 1………………2……..Jim Vice breaks up the count. Walter Melon gets up, Jim Vice flips off Walter Melon and kicks him in the gut, and drops him with the For USA. Walter Melon falls out of the ring. Jim Vice goes into the cover on Damien Priest. The ref counts 1………….2…………3!!] JR-Jim Vice out of the chaos is able to pick up the scraps of Damien Priest, and gets the victory. Kris Gaffney-The Melon Gods didn’t see that one coming. King-No I’m certain they did. (Jim Vice and GOAT celebrate their win as Shockwave goes off the air.)

EMF: Shockwave

(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)

(The lights are turned off as pyrotechnics blasts on the Shockwave stage as they come from the top of the arena. They light up with every crash. The lights turn on and fans yell and wave their signs as the camera sweeps around the crowd a few times. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We get one final shot of the crowd as the commentators begin to speak.

JR-Tonight we come to you live from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Welcome everyone to Saturday Shockwave. Hello and welcome, I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined tonight as always by Jerry “the King” Lawler and Kris “KG” Gaffney.

King-Can you imagine a time when we weren’t here?

JR-Don’t remind me…

King-Anyways tonight we have a big tag team. Many of the best teams of the EMF trying to get one up on one another.

JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.

(The EMF tron lights up. We open up in the Cena mansions. John Cena has no contracts to sign...but he is looking through the bills. Which he doesn't sign....or does he? He grabs a pen and he tries to sign his bill, but then he's saved by something loud off in the distance. The mansion shakes. Then the same thing happens. Cena had an idea where this is coming from. Cena walks through the mansion for a little bit when the sounds become louder. Cena pushes the door open to Ashley's lab. Ashley is running around the lab dragging Rachel Cena around by the chain that they are attached to wearing her lab coat over her normal clothes and swirly eye goggles over her eyes.)

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-OH! OH! RACHEL! We have to go over here now....and...

(She does something and there is a loud explosion. Ashley looks around and see's Cena. She freezes, and she yells.)

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-I need another idea!!

(She jumps on a chair, and falls backwards, and lands on the floor. She rubs her back.)

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-That didn't work...stupid chair! Be more inspirational!

(Rachel Cena looks down at Ashley and just shakes her head, before looking at her Dad.)

Rachel: I can't work under these conditions....

Cena: Do you want to tell me why you're trying to blow the house up?

Rachel: You'd have to ask her.... I have no idea what we're doing.... it's meant to be Science but... I'm not convinced.

(Ashley jumps up.)

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Because nothing compares to the power of SCIENCE!! Especially now!! We must...because meh daughter from the future came down from the year 2040, and told me if I don't, George Carlin from the future would come after me, and melt my brain with...bad...words...

(She grabs Rachel by the shirt and gets close to her face as she shakes her.)

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-You can't say that on TV...or can you? NO! Pretty sure you can't!

Rachel: You see what I'm dealing with..... I'm chained to this... 24 hours a day....

Cena: You must be used to it now. What are you working on anyway? Or do I not want to know...

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-OH!! I need to finally perfect meh flux capacitor or you know. Besides! I need to come down to see meh Mom in the past.

(Suddenly an Ashley Irvine looking much like Ashley Massaro walks into the room.)

.::Evil Ashley Irvine::.-Ha! I already did that...that's why I told her no pictures, what is she going to do when she can't take pictures of me?

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Hey!! NO! Bad clone experiment!! Your not here before I can clone Tony Stark back to..."not having a thing".

.::Evil Ashley Irvine::.-I was going to, but then you told me to, and I said NO!!

(The two Ashley shake their fists.)

.::Evil Ashley Irvine::.-Oh yeah...now I'm going to ruin your reputation by acting like meh evil lesbian self.

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Oh...I got a girlfriend now...so go ahead.

.::Evil lesbian Ashley Irvine::.-Oh yeah...oh yeah...that's it...I'm going to get a boyfriend!! There has to be more than one choice.

(Evil...(not lesbian anymore?) Ashley Irvine skips away evily.)

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Hehe!

Cena: I have no idea what just happened.... but yea... just try not to blow anything up....

Rachel: I can't promise anything.... you really shouldn't have let her have a lab here....

Cena: I didn't... but who knows why these things happen.

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Is this even meh lab? I forget....OH...right I'm the only person who does science...unless RACHEL is a secret scientist!! That would be soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo COOL!! Although stupid thing doesn't seem to want to work...I wanted time travel...but all I made was the way to wipe out Covid-19...Mr. Cena what's Covid-19? Is that like Brandshaw 17's brother? I don't know...but whatever is the princess like REALLY wants it, is that weird?

Cena: You don't know what it is? What do the two of you talk about all day?

Rachel: Don't even ask.... I really didn't think when I put this stupid cuff on I would have to spend time doing "science"....

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-OH! That reminds me...we have to work on the thing for the princess' boobies!! Trust the science Rachel....this totally can't blow up...for the 84th time.

(Ashley skips over, and she puts something in a beaker as something is happening that is making Ashley smile.)

Rachel: Oh yea... that's what we were doing..... hey... what's that over there?

(Rachel points across the room, and Ashley turns to look. While she's looking away, Rachel pours something else into the beaker Ashley was working on.)

Cena: Well I'd love to stay and chat but.... if it's about Catherine's boobs.... I'm not sure I can stomach it.

(Stuff goes flying towards Rachel.)

.::"The Extreme Princess" Ashley Irvine::.-Hehe that was a pretty double rainbow....oh....RACHEL

(Ashley leaps at her, and there is sounds off camera and sounds as we fade away and go back to the ring.)

["Pimp Slap That Hoe" by "Soulja Boi" plays in the background, as the arena is filled with various purple and pink colors. "Mack Daddy" Haynes struts out to the stage, equipped in a flashy purple robe with a white fluffy lining along the interior of the robe. He's equipped in a purple fedora with black shades that are adorned with jewels that say “T” on the right-eye lens and “V” on the left-eye lens. He makes a belt motion over his waist, before doing a "pimp-limp" walk down the ramp, ignoring the boos conducted by the audience along the ramp. He confidently pimp-limp walks down the ramp, before walking up the stairs. He eyes over the crowd, lowering his shades to give the camera a sleezy and confident smile. He then steps into the ring, through the middle-rope, raising his arms in the air with his cane in hand. He then takes off his fedora, robe, and cane, revealing his purple trunks, kneepads, and elbow pads, which have the words "New Champ" on the back of his trunks in gold letters. He eyes the stage, pacing back and forth.]

JR-Tonight is a big match for Christopher Haynes, but one you got to wonder if this is a challenge he can over come.

King-You know what isn’t in doubt, slapping you JR for being stupid.

Kris Gaffney-That was needed to say.

We hear the gentle sounds of a music box eerily creep throughout the arena growing more ominous, as Lux Aeterna Tenebrosi Stellata plays.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen…. Brace yourselves!

Smoke crawls across the canvas surrounding everyone in the ring, at ringside and the front row of the audience. Grace walks out into the middle of the stage smiling ear to ear as the arena lights flicker again, through the strobe we see The Wretched Nobody appear from nowhere.

Ring Announcer: Making her way down the aisle the lovely, and loathsome Morose Rose - Miss Macabre, herself, Grace Brutal! Her Dark Star hails from The Danvers State Lunatic Asylum, Salem Massachusetts and at Six Foot Eleven inches tall – at Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds he is… the Five Time EMF Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld! THE WRETCHED NOBODY!

Nobody slithers under the bottom rope, and slides back sitting in the corner. Nobody reaches for the top rope and pulls himself back to his feet. He rolls his neck and glares hard at the floor as he rocks from side to side in his corner.

JR-The Wretched Nobody is coming off a big win against Ricky Vegas.

King-I’m not sure who to cheer for.

Kris Gaffney-I’m just staying neutral.

King-What type of commentator are you!?

[The Wretched Nobody stands in the middle of the ring, and Christopher Haynes decides to rake the eyes of the Wretched Nobody. The Wretched Nobody is blinded. Christopher Haynes runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. The Wretched Nobody hits a shoulder block that knocks down Christopher Haynes. Christopher Haynes hits down on the mat. He is slowly to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody hits a hard fist to the face that knocks him down on the mat. The Wretched Nobody waits as Christopher Haynes gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody picks up Christopher Haynes, and he connects with a fall away slam that sends Christopher Haynes flying across the ring. He slowly gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody runs towards the corner, and he crushes Christopher Haynes with a body avalanche that makes Christopher Haynes falling out of the corner. Christopher Haynes falls down on the mat. The Wretched Nobody takes a few moments to pace around the ring, and he holds up his hand as he waits for Christopher Haynes to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Christopher Haynes gets grabbed around the throat. Christopher Haynes gets lifted up, and dropped with a spine chiller, but it doesn’t seem like the Wretched Nobody doesn’t want to go into the cover, instead he wants to finish this match.]

JR-The Wretched Nobody is looking to end this match.

King-Your about to be slapped so hard JR!!

Kris Gaffney-We knew that was coming.

[Christopher Haynes gets up, and the Wretched Nobody goes for the trephination, Christopher Haynes ducks under. The Wretched Nobody turns around, and Christopher Haynes hits a kick to the gut that doubles over the Wretched Nobody, and he drops him with a DDT. The Wretched Nobody bounces up. Christopher Haynes lifts up the Wretched Nobody, and he puts him down with a death valley driver. The Wretched Nobody gets pinned by Christopher Haynes. The ref counts 1………..2…KICK OUT by the Wretched Nobody!!]

JR-The Wretched Nobody kicks out.

King-Ha! I knew it wasn’t over.

[The Wretched Nobody gets picked up by Christopher Haynes. Christopher Haynes rakes the eyes of the Wretched Nobody. Haynes struts around and he bounces off of the ropes. The Wretched Nobody connects with the trephination. Christopher Haynes goes down. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Haynes. The ref counts 1………….2…………..3!!]

JR-Haynes took a little bit too much time, and it cost him.

(Lights flash through the arena as "One and Only" by CFO$ hits.)

(From the back steps Ricochet wearing a jean hooded vest opened up, his wrestling trunks, knee pads, wrestling boots and taped up wrists. He’s sort of dancing as he walks to the center of the ramp and looks out to the crowd, slowly. He adjusts his vest and begins his decent down the rampway, confidently as he looks out towards the crowd. Once beside the ring, he quickly comes up onto the ring apron, spins on his knee and stands up so he is facing the crowd. He pulls his hood off, points out to the crowd, turns and grabs ahold of the top rope as he easily leaps up over, flipping and corkscrewing over the top rope and twirling once he hits the mat with his arms out wide. He quickly climbs the turnbuckle, points to the crowd once more, then holds his hand low and slowly raises it high into the sky. He leaps off of the turnbuckle, sprints to the opposite side and repeats. He flips off of the turnbuckle, tosses his vest off and then makes his way to his corner for his match to begin.)

JR-This is the debut for Ricochet who is a member of the Bullet Club.

King-Killer Tschida isn’t afraid.

Kris Gaffney-Guess we’ll find out if he should have been.

On the tron it shows an open field with a sign that just says "SV" and "I'm Back" plays on the speakers. The scene on the tron changes and it shows Killer Tschida's face complete with sunglasses. The words "EFEDERATION LEGEND, KILLER TSCHIDA!" show up on the tron. Killer Tschida then shows up in the aisle and he points his fist to the ring then he throws his fist up and back as pyro goes off.

JR-You can’t discount the ability of Killer Tschida though.

King-He’s a legend JR!!

Kris Gaffney-Too bad Jarred Carthallion isn’t alive, just think of how many mentions of a legend there would be.

[Killer Tschida and Ricochet stand in the middle of the ring. The pace around the ring, Killer Tschida tries to go for a move, but it’s countered with a kick to the side of the ribs by Killer Tschida. Killer Tschida goes for a wild fist to the face, and Ricochet fires away a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Ricochet whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Ricochet connects with a rolling elbow to the face that puts down on Killer Tschida. Killer Tschida gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Killer Tschida connects with a jaw breaker that makes him fall backwards into the corner. Killer Tschida gets up to his feet. Killer Tschida pulls himself up to his feet. Ricochet hits a running clothesline that connects to him. Killer Tschida falls into the corner into a seated position. Ricochet hits a kick to the face, and then another one. Ricochet backs out of the corner, and he runs towards the corner, and he connects with a cannon ball on Killer Tschida. Ricochet pulls Killer Tschida out of the corner. Ricochet goes into the cover on Killer Tschida. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………….2……..KICK OUT by Killer Tschida!!]

JR-Killer Tschida kicks out.

King-Killer might have been taken off guard, but I don’t know that can last.

Kris Gaffney-There is a reason why he’s a legend.

[Ricochet waits for Killer Tschida to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He lifts him up, and he drops him with a body slam by the corner. Ricochet goes into the corner, and he pulls him up, and he goes for a second rope 450 splash, but Killer Tschida is ale to move out of th way. Killer Tschida is slow to get upt o his feet as is Ricochet. Killer Tschida tries to arm bar Ricochet to the mat going for the Tschida lock, but it’s blocked. Ricochet throws Killer Tschida off, and Killer rolls through. Ricochet goes towards killer Tschida. Killer Tschida is able to counter with a Killer Kick that puts down Ricochet. Killer Tschida takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet so does Ricochet, and he throws a fist to the face, and Ricochet is able to duck it, and connects with a knife edge chop to the chest, and then another as the crowd yells wooo on each one as the sound echo’s through out the arena. Killer Tschida whips Ricochet to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Killer Tschida drops him with the one man flap jack that puts him down on the mat. Ricochet is slow to get up to his feet. Killer Tschida drops him with a spine buster. Killer Tschida goes into the cover on Ricochet. The ref counts 1………….2……….KICK OUT by Ricochet!!]

JR-Killer Tschida is looking for that one move.

Kris Gaffney-Harder to find than you think.

[Ricochet is slow to get up to his feet. Killer Tschida hooks Ricochet, and he tries to drive him down. Ricochet is able to roll through. Killer Tschida waits for Ricochet to get up. Ricochet goes for a Killer Kick. But Ricochet ducks under, and he turns Killer around, and he lifts him up and he drops him with the vertigo!! Ricochet hooks the leg of Killer Tschida into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]

JR-Killer Tschida went for his best moves, but both were either blocked or avoided. But Ricochet was able to end this match with a vertigo.

(“Game on” by Disciple blasts on the PA system and the audience rises to their feet. Tony Ikeda walks out onto the stage with the EMF World Heavyweight Title slung over his shoulder and an appreciative smile on his face, Tony stands in the middle of the stage and lifts the title above his head with both hands for a moment before hanging it back over his shoulder and beginning to make his way down the aisle toward the ring.)

Ring Announcer: Ladies, Gentlemen, They, Them and others - Hailing from St. Louis, Missouri, Standing at a Height of 6'5" at an Official Weight of 250lbs - he is Your Current Reigning, Defending Extreme Measures Federation Heavyweight Champion of the World! The Hardest Working Legend in the Industry today… “Prime time Badd Boy” Tony Ikeda!

(Tony takes the time to acknowledge various fans who are sporting his merchandise, holding signs for him and reaching out for a brief touch of the champion - Tony climbs the ring steps and gets inside of the ring.)

JR-You got to wonder if Tony is 100%.

King-Well he was in a match that was created by Ready to Rumble…I don’t know if I would be right…mentally or emotionally.

Kris Gaffney-Someone I knew would be a fan though.

As the lights go out in the arena, The State of Massachusettes cranks through the speakers. An orange spotlight illumiates the top of the ramp, highlighting the figure of Tommy Malone gives the crowd their first glimpse of the Irish Renegade. Standing with his back toward the ring, Tommy is wearing a black leather jacket that has the Irish Flag spray painted on the back of it, his arms out toward his side, thumb and finger sticking out in a gun like gesture. Tommy turns around and makes his way toward the ring, a slightly cocky strut. Covering the bottom have of his face is a custume made Irish flag with "Real IRA" painted on the mask. Malone reaches the ring, jumping up on the apron and looking around the arena at the crowd. With a swooping jump Tommy launches himself over the top rope into the ring, heading right for the turnbuckle where he climbs it and points finger guns out toward the crowd.

JR-Tommy Malone knows a lot about coming off of big matches.

Kris Gaffney-We’ll see if he can take advantage of the situation, it could be this win that he needs to get back into a title race.

[Tony Ikeda and Tommy Malone pace around the ring. Tony Ikeda locks up, and he puts Tommy Malone into an arm bar. Tony Ikeda holds on the pressure on Tommy Malone. Tommy Malone is in a lot of pain. Tony Ikeda tries to put more, and Tommy Malone backs up Tony Ikeda to the ropes, and he whips him off of the move. Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a running shoulder block. Tommy Malone falls downo n the mat. He is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tommy Malone throws a wild fist to the face of Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda ducks under, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a belly to back suplex. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Tommy Malone, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..KICK OUT by Tommy Malone. Tony Ikeda gets up and he hits a few stomps on the downed Tommy Malone. The ref makes Tony Ikeda back up, and Tommy Malone gets up in the corner. Tony Ikeda closes the gap between him and Tommy Malone. Tony Ikeda hits a knee lift into the gut, and he whips him to the opposite side of the ring. Tony Ikeda follows him into the corner with a clothesline.]

JR-Tony Ikeda has been in control of this match.

King-Wonder if Tommy is wishing he stayed home.

Kris Gaffney-Maybe he can steal Kimberly’s theme song.

[Tony Ikeda puts Tommy Malone on the top rope, but before he can do anything. Tommy Malone is able to hit a few head butts. Tommy Malone pushes Tony Ikeda off of the turnbuckle. Tony Ikeda gets up to his feet, and Tommy Malone hooks Tony Ikeda with a front face lock, and he jumps off, and he connects with a tornado DDT that drives him on the mat.]

JR-Tommy Malone with the tornado DDT.

King- Tommy can sense it.

Kris Gaffney-Seems so

[Tommy Malone waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet, and he goes for the Irish Stun Gun, but as he turns around. It’s blocked, and Tony ikeda hooks him, and drops him with the full nelson suplex. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Tommy Malone. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………3!!]

JR-Tony Ikeda…

(Unanticipatedly the arena lights begin to flicker and the audience buzz as The Wretched Nobody appears suddenly from the darkness just in front of the the inexorable Tony as the lights go back to normal. Tony lowers the microphone and we see him mouth the words “What?” In a steadfast tone - The Wretched Nobody places his Intercontinental title on the canvas drawing a proverbial, albeit tangible and symbolic line between them… Tony looks down at this gesture, uncertain at first. Then the audience is cued to frenzy as The Wretched Nobody steps over the line and places his palm on the main plate of the EMF World Heavyweight Title. Tony pulls his shoulder back, and the title out of Nobody’s reach. The audience are wild with foretaste and high hopes that this inevitable collision course would arise like the hands of The Wretched Nobody which now hold up 7 Fingers in front of Tony who moves them aside as he raises the microphone again.)

Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: If I accept, and only If - you know what’s going to happen?

::Grace Brutal:: OOOOOH, come on now, Tony - We ALL know what’s going to happen! THE WRETCHED NOBODY IS GONNA PROVE YOU’RE BITCHMADE!

(Tony spots Grace standing at the entrance stage, holding onto Nobody’s half of the EMF Tag Team Titles with a sinister, defiant smile on her face. His shoulders slump and his head shakes - no one wants to share words with Grace. Tony looks at Wretch, taking the high road and ignoring her.)

Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: As I was saying; If I accept, and only If… Do you know what’s going to happen? We’re going to break box office records… we’re going to top news headlines… we’re going to bring EMF’s fan base and overall quality up notches, and pegs. But we’re also going to put you in your place… regardless of if Prez Mike books this as Title for Title, or just for “My EMF World Heavyweight Championship.'' as you like to call it. Know that I’m only going to accept, on the condition that if you lose… you and your little diabolical fraternity of freaks and losers will not be allowed to challenge for this title for the remainder of my reign. You and your carnival of carnage admit defeat.

::Grace Brutal:: Prez Mike’s gonna bitch slap your ballsack for not just leaving money on the table - but flipping the whole damn cash table around here! BROOOOO! Do you even Watch Wrestling?

Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: Well for the last few months I’ve been too busy doing it successfully with this championship, so I haven’t been keeping up with it the way I’d like, thanks.

::Grace Brutal:: That condition sounds like you’re getting worn out, Grandpa. You’re looking a bit weary, is that title getting too heavy for you? Don’t worry… My Beautiful Wretch has No Problems putting you to Sleep and tucking you in for a Three Count, OOOOOOOOOLD MAAAAAAANNNN!

Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: Oh I’m not worn out. I’ve proven to be the better man. Your goonies keep losing but keep holding this sense of entitlement to the nothing they have earned…..Wretch, does this thing really have to follow you everywhere? You earn top dollar around here, I know you can afford a kennel big enough to keep it caged up, and quiet for a change.

::Grace Brutal:: That’s funny, but now I’m going to make sure that it costs you enough beating to scrape some time off of the twilight of your ironic career relevance you’re enjoying, boomer. You know you wouldn’t even be safe right now if I told him to hurt you.

Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: Yes Grace, yes… we’re ALL aware of how this works. I think virtually Anyone would do almost Anything if it meant you Might shut up for a minute, and we all feel for this poor bastard who has a whole ass life sentence with you. Like, why is it you’re even talking to me? Wretch speaks… he’s one of the most eloquent human beings I’ve ever seen pick up the stick. You some psychotic bibble babble, but I completely understand why so many fans find you so interesting. But You, Grace? You do all this pointless jabbering, and limelight hogging while he does all the real work, and offers all the actual appeal. At least when you still did your whore-vibe cosplays it could be said you brought some kind of drawing power to all of this. Since that’s gotten lost in the fog other things have become REAL clear, lady. What I’m saying is; “You” as a gimmick, if nothing else too - is getting pretty dried up.

(Again, as eerie and creepy as ever - a dissociated, focused Wretched Nobody again touches the main plate of the EMF World Heavyweight Championship, his head tilted as he stares at it as if nothing, and no one else is there. Tony snaps him out of it by stepping away from the monster. He repositions himself out of Nobody’s reach, but keeps him in sight still. Nobody’s gaze falls to the )

::Grace Brutal:: You okay, bud? Want a hug? Need some water? You seem a little twitchy, jittery even… Do you need some Ensure? Should we check your blood pressure, or glucose levels?

Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: Listen, Becky… you want to watch your mouth. This decision might not even be all mine. EMF’s upper staff might have some different opinions if there’s a chance this Mutant of yours, could walk away with Three EMF Titles - even if it is just for one night. There’s a real good chance he’ll wind up booked in two matches before he even makes it to the main event.

::Grace Brutal:: There’s an even better chance - he’ll roll into the pay per view not giving a fuck, and aiming for some whole-ass history making domination…. Even if it’s just for One Night.

(The Wretched Nobody moves quickly, grabbing Tony’s attention away from Grace - but Wretch only just grabs his Intercontinental Championship up, and lovingly dusts it off before slinging it across his chest. The lights flicker and Nobody appears beside Grace with his Tag Team Title crossed over the Intercontinental making an X across his torso.)

Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda: So that’s it? I have to be honest, I was expecting more…

::Grace Brutal:: Pffft… oh bitch, you wish that was it. Don’t let your guard down… not even a little. Between now… and WHEN, not ‘if” - this match happens on a Cold Day in Hell’s card… your best bet is going to be living in absolute fear and trepidation… because You know what’s going to happen Tony… Another Trephination! You had to know Death would come calling one day, Tony. The Wretched Nobody is going to be taking one Big step closer to The EMF Hall of Fame, and breaking the EMF World Heavyweight Championship Record… and it’s going to be taken Over your Subjugated, Disheartened, Undone Body!

All you have to do, to help the whole federation, is do what you’d done better than anybody else around here for a real long time… Show up and Lose! That’s right in your wheelhouse, champ. We’ve all seen, you’re way better at that - than you are at beating Wretch….. statistically speaking, anyway.

Tony “The Badd Boy” Ikeda: Statistics doesn’t account for my heart, my lack of fear, our last two matches, and any of your goons, especially Wretch’s inability to get the job done...

(The Wretched Nobody cutting Tony off steps forward and points to the massive banner for the coming October Pay Per View - Cold Day In Hell 2021 popping the crowd as the arena lights flicker again and the pair disappear, Tony leans on the top rope and wipes his hand over his face before he looks out over the still excited audience, Tony turns and drops the microphone as the canvas begins to soak through in red lettering reading “Come & See!” Tony expertly exits the ring with a veteran’s savvy caution, as quickly as the message appears - it seems to be sucked up back into the canvas showing no signs it was ever there in the first place. Tony steps backwards and a sneer comes across his face as he stares at Wretch.)

*** "Big Pun, Cuban Link, Apathy, Beast 1333 - Toe To toe Remix [2020]" plays in the background, as Bestia, The Big Boricua, walks to the stage while being accompanied by Fidel Estrada. Fidel Estrada is equipped in a loose suit and fedora-like hat that is similar to "Armando Estrada". Bestia, on the other hand, is equipped in black boots, semi-baggy black drawstring trousers, and a loose T-shirt that reads the words "Bestia, The Big Boricua" in Red, White, and Blue colours. Bestia is standing at 7'0lbs and weighting at 610lbs. Fidel Estrada, seeming very enthusiastic and energetic, showcases Bestia by pointing both of his hands at Bestia. Bestia, on the other hand, shows a very monstrously neutral expression on his face, as he slowly walks down the ramp. Fidel, walks behind him, as the crowd begins to boo the duo. Fidel takes the opportunity to wave the crowd down, energetically, but the booing ensues. Certain signs support Bestia with phrases such as "Boricua Bae", "Puerto Rican & Proud", "BESTIA!", and "Boricua Slam Them All!". Fidel motions Bestia to walk up the steps towards the ring, as Bestia walks up the steps, towards the apron. He eyes over the crowd, as Fidel walks around the exterior of the ring. Bestia then steps over the top rope of the ring, before raising both arms in the air, in the middle of the ring. He grabs his shirt, and tears it apart with one hand, before tossing it towards the crowd. Fidel steps towards his corner, outside of the ring, as Bestia eyes up the ramp, towards the stage. ***

JR-Bestia came up a bit short at Legacy of Blood.

King-Which is funny, because he’s tall.

Kris Gaffney-And fat!!

(Lights go black and then Twilight of the Thunder God, by Amon Amarth blasts over the loud speakers and the crowed erupts. Lights begin to flash Red, White, and Blue as sparks fly down from the ceiling. The camera focuses up to the stands as halfway up steps Jackson Gunner out into the fans. The fans erupt as they spot Jackson. He rips his tank off and throws it into the crowd, he beats his chest with a yell and tosses his hands up into the air crossing his arms in an X formation. Gunner begins walking down the stares slowly toward the ring as he slaps hands with the fans on his way.) Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman. On his way to the ring, fighting out of Honolulu Hawaii. Standing 6’4” weighing in at 250 pounds. He is JACKSON “KOA KOA” GUNNER! (As Gunner slowly makes his way down the stairs he reaches the barricade and easily jumps over. He turns, faces the fans and beats his chest again with a roar to the crowd. Gunner turns faces the ring. He takes a step forward and easily jumps onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope and easily leaps over. He walks to the corner and throws his hands up into the air with an X formation and feeds off of the crowd’s roars. Gunner jumps down and stands in his corner as he rotates his wrists, smirking as he waits for the match to begin.)

JR-Jackson Gunner had a successful defense.

King-It doesn’t get easier here either.

Kris Gaffney-I’m certain Jackson saw what a fight Bestia gave Azar.

King-I’m sure he didn’t need that to truly understand what a challenge he has, but true.

[Jackson Gunner and Bestia stand in the middle of the ring. Jackson Gunner throws a few fists to the face of Bestia, but it seems like Bestia is just absorbing the blows. Bestia attempts to attack with a fist, but Jackson Gunner is able to use his speed advantage and he is able to duck under it, and Bestia is able to turn around, but not in time to avoid a flying knee to the chin that rocks Bestia. Jackson Gunner hits a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Jackson Gunner hits a few fists to the face of Bestia. Bestia staggers backwards. Jackson Gunner attempts to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Bestia. Jackson Gunner jumps on the second rope, and he spring boards off of the middle rope for a twisting spring board cross body block in the air. Jackson Gunner connects on Bestia. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……..Bestia is able to power up, and Bestia gets up. Jackson Gunner hooks Bestia and he drops him with a snap DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner pushes Bestia on to his back. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Bestia. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………..2………KICK OUT by Bestia. Jackson Gunner gets up to his feet, and he waits for Bestia to get up to his feet. Jackson Gunner kicks him in the gut and he sets him up for a piledriver.]

JR-Do you think that Jackson Gunner can hit Bestia with this move?

King-If he does, it’s all over.

Kris Gaffney-I’ll agree with that…wouldn’t if it was King going for the move though.

[Before Jackson Gunner can even try Bestia is able to counter with a back body drop that sends Jackson Gunner flying down on the mat. Bestia waits for Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner gets up, and he turns towards Bestia who drives him down on the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Bestia goes into the cover on Jackson Gunner. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2……….KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!!]

JR-Jackson Gunner is finding out why this man gave Azar Vulcan a run for his money.

King-I think Scott Steiner would tell you it doesn’t matter…because in the end of the match, he’s still fat.

Kris Gaffney-Always a good answer for every situation.

[Bestia picks up Jackson Gunner and he connects with a body slam. Bestia runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He jumps in the air and he goes for a splash, but Jackson Gunner moves out of the way. Bestia is slow to get up as he had the air driven out of him. Bestia gets dropped with the Burning Samoan. Bestia is down. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Bestia. The ref counts 1…………..2…………..3!!]

JR-Bestia tried to use his mass to end the match, but it ended up being used against him.

King-Bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Midnight Tiger makes his entrance amid a sea of neon lights, dressed in an ornate cape and costume as he makes his way down to the ring.

JR-Midnight Tiger was able to strike late in his match to get a surprising victory against Wade Flow.

King-I doubt that will be forgotten JR.

Kris Gaffney-Well, it’s on to the next match, and see if he can prove he can do it again.

Ricky comes onto the ramp with a huge grin, accompanied by Miss Meadows and a pair of nameless showgirls. On occasion, he will toss commemorative casino chips into the crowd. Once arriving at the ring, Miss Meadows will instruct the showgirls to wait backstage.

JR-Ricky Vegas had one hell of a war with the Wretched Nobody.

King-It might not have been Wretches easiest of matches, but I’m certain he had a lot of fun.

Kris Gaffney-And isn’t that what it’s all about?

[The bell rings and Ricky Vegas and Midnight Tiger stand in the middle of the ring. Both of them throw fists to the face, Midnight Tiger surprises him with a kick to the ribs, and then a few other shots, but Ricky Vegas is able to counter by grabbing one of the kicks, and he puts down Midnight Tiger with a dragon leg whip. Midnight Tiger falls down on the mat, and he is slow to get up to his feet, Ricky Vegas hits a running clothesline that knocks down Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger gets up to his feet, and Ricky Vegas hits a few fists to the face of Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger gets whipped to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Ricky Vegas lowers his head, and he connects with a back body drop that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Ricky Vegas waits for Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger gets up to his feet, and he turns right into a jab (ONE!) another jab (TWO!) another jab (THREE!) another jab (FOUR!) another jab (FIVE!) another jab (SIX!!) and Ricky Vegas goes for another harder fist and he drops Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tigers gest up dazed, and gets put down with a Full house to the face. Ricky Vegas goes into the cover on Midnight Tiger. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………….2…….KICK OUT by Midnight Tiger.]

JR-Ricky Vegas is pressing the advantage.

King-Midnight Tiger might have to do something drastic to get this match back in control.

Kris Gaffney-Well he’s shown he can.

[Midnight Tiger is slow to get up to his feet, and Ricky Vegas picks up Midnight Tiger is able to slide out of the back. Midnight Tiger is in the corner, and he holds on to the corner. Ricky Vegas turns around and he runs at Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger is able to counter with a drop kick that makes Ricky Vegas flying into the top rope. Midnight Tiger takes a few moments to rest up. Ricky Vegas runs at Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger connects with an arm drag that sends him flying across the ring, and he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, he runs at Midnight Tiger, and he connects with another arm drag that sends Ricky Vegas to the outside of the ring. Midnight Tiger waits as Ricky Vegas climbs up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Midnight jumps on the second rope, and he jumps on the second rope, and he connects with a spring board drop kick that sends Ricky Vegas down on the mat. Ricky Vegas is slow to get up to his feet on the outside of the ring. Midnight Tiger slides under the bottom rope, and drives Ricky Vegas down on the mat with a DDT!! Midnight Tiger grabs Ricky Vegas, and he throws him into the ring. Midnight Tiger takes a few moments to rest up. He jumps on the apron, and he climbs up to the top rope. Midnight Tiger waits for Ricky Vegas. Ricky Vegas turns around as Midnight Tiger jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a cross body block. Ricky Vegas gets held down by Midnight Tiger into a pinning combination. The ref counts 1…………2…KICK OUT by Ricky Vegas!! Midnight Tiger considers what to do next.]

JR-What a hell of a match.

King-Just a matter of who is going to win it.

Kris Gaffney-Midnight Tiger right now is considering what it’s going to take as we speak.

[Midnight Tiger waits for Ricky Vegas to get up to his feet, but Ricky Vegas turns around and Midnight Tiger goes for a kick to the face. Ricky Vegas catches it, and he tries to trip Midnight Tiger. Midnight Tiger is able to avoid it. Ricky Vegas pushes Midnight Tiger into the corner, Ricky Vegas hits a clothesline in the corner. Ricky Vegas puts him on the top rope.Ricky Vegas hits a few hard fists to the face. Ricky Vegas climbs up to the top rope. Ricky Vegas hits a few headbutts and Midnight Tiger is able to block it, and he connects with a hard chop to the chin and few head butts of his own, but Ricky Vegas answers back with fists. Ricky Vegas sets up Midnight Tiger with a vertical suplex. But it’s blocked, and Midnight Tiger throws Ricky Vegas off of the top rope for a front slam from the top. Midnight Tiger steadys himself, and he jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with the total eclipse!! Midnight Tiger goes into the cover on Ricky Vegas. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………3!!]

JR-Midnight Tiger had one more counter than Ricky Vegas did on this night.

(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Walter Melon and Kenny Omegrape walk out on the stage, and they step inside of the ring.)

JR-The Melon Club have had a lot of success.

Kris Gaffney-Will they have similar success here?

King-The Melon Gods probably will get around to telling us.

(“the Black Family’s theme” blasts on the PA system. Malakai Black and Damien Priest walk down to the ring, and they step inside of the ring.)

JR-These two have quite the reputation around the world, but we’ll see if that can translate to the EMF.

King-They haven’t had a lot of successes recently.

King-Guess not.

(Lights go black and the crowd silences in anticipation. Suddenly, there is a digital American Flag that appears down the rampway and inside of the ring as the arena lights all begin to flash RED, WHITE, and BLUE.)

(From the back shirtless, jean shorts, work boots, and an American Flag cape on walks Mr. President “Jim Vice!” He stands at the top of the stage with a cold Mericaweiser in his hand. He cracks it open and quickly downs the cold brew and tosses the empty can into the stands. He beats his chest and then from the back slowly, methodically walks GOAT. GOAT hands Jim another Mericaweiser and he quickly downs it before tossing it to the stands again. The two smash their forearms. Jim begins his aggressive walk down the ramp as the crowd begins to erupt in “MERICA, FUCK YEA!” chants. Slower, more methodically walks GOAT, motionless on his face.)

Beautiful female announcer: “Ladies and Gentelmen. It is my pleasure to introduce to you. They are at a combined weight of 487 pounds of raw American greatness! One standing 6’2”, the other 6’1”. GOAT! Mr. President, Dr. JIM VICE! Welcome to the ring, TEAM AMERICA!”

(The crowd continues to chant as Mr. President aggressively climbs into the ring and waltzes straight into each corner as he throws his hands into the air. As he does that, GOAT slides into the ring and stands in their corner as he awaits the match to begin, motionless, emotionless. Mr. President takes off his cape, smashes forearms with GOAT and paces from side to side beating his own chest, yelling “HELL YEA!” as he waits for his match to begin.)

JR-Jim Vice is coming off of an Extreme Championship match.

King-Not to mention that this is the first time we’ll get to see GOAT in the ring.

Kris Gaffney-Unless you count the Daniel Bryan matches.

The lights drop and the arena is plunged into total darkness for a few seconds. A single spot light beams down onto ramp. An old gentleman with a mic, dressed as a butler steps out into the light. He is quickly accompanied by two younger men in the same uniform each carrying an end of a rolled red carpet...

Butler: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's is with the greatest of pleasures, I introduce for your viewing pleasure. Lloyd & Mason Fortune.

"Ride of the Valkyries" begins to play loudly over the booing crowd. The two younger butlers unroll the red carpet down the ramp towards the ring. They then exit the stage along with the older servant. After a few more seconds, allowing their theme to kick in Lloyd and Mason Fortune elegantly emerge from behind the curtain. They're wearing matching trunks, pads, face and cheekbone protective masks, all black. Unfazed by the loud booing, the brothers gracefully walk down the red carpet heading for the ring. Lloyd climbs the stairs first and sit on the middle rope, allowing Mason to step through. Once in the ring, Mason sits on the middle rope, returning the courtesy for his brother Lloyd to enter. Both men huddle close in the middle of the ring and and say their final words of encouragement to each other before the contest.

JR-Speaking of debuts, this is the debut of this team.

King-Nikki Bella would be jealous, but I’m certain it would be John Cena’s fault.

Kris Gaffney-Wonder why that is…

The Wrestlers are all standing in the ring Malakai Black goes for a Black Mass, but it’s ducked under by GOAT. GOAT answers with a kick to the side of the head as the rest of the wrestlers fight on. Damien Priest attacks GOAT from behind. Jim Vice grabs Damien Priest, and he throws Damien Priest out of the ring. Damien Priest crashes down on the mat. Vice and GOAT throw fists on Malakai Black, and they double whip him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and they pick up Malakai Black, and they drop him for a double flap jack that sends down Malakai Black. Malakai Black gets up stunned, and he falls into the corner. GOAT connect with a clothesline in the corner. GOAT backs out of the corner. Jim Vice kicks Malakai Black in the gut that doubles him over, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a power bomb.]

JR-So far the team of Vice and GOAT have focused on Malakai Black.

Kris Gaffney-Maybe they think his last name will make him not great.

King-I’m sure all the Cyrus’ of the world will be happy you said that.

[ Jim Vice goes into the cover on Malakai Black. The ref counts 1…………….2……….Mason Fortune grabs the leg of Jim Vice, and he pulls him outside of the ring. Mason Fortune connects with a hard clothesline that knocks down Jim Vice. Jim Vice tries to get up to his feet. Lloyd Fortune goes for a chair shot to the back to keep Jim Vice down on the mat. Jim Vice gets the chair under him. Jim Vice tries to get up to his feet, but he gets driven down on the chair with a curb stomp. Jim Vice seems out of it. GOAT comes out and brawls with both Mason and Lloyd, but they are able to over come him, and the two of them drive him hard into the barricade. Mason and Lloyd Fortune hooks him into a Russian leg sweep position, and he connects with a double Russian leg sweep that sends him flying into the barricade that sends him hard back first. GOAT clearly is feeling the effects of that move.]

JR-Both team America team members are not in good shape.

King-Guess that’s what they get?

Kris Gaffney-Guess so.

[Walter Melon and Damien Priest throw fists to the face. Walter Melon ducks under, and he connects with a german suplex. Walter Melon goes to the crowd for a weapon but he comes face to face with Ashley Irvine who yells “WATERMELON!!” Ashley runs away, and Walter Melon grabs a signapore cane from a fan, and he smashes it on the head of Damien Priest. Walter Melon picks up Damien Priest. Walter Melon sets up Damien Priest, and he lifts him up and Kenny Omegrape finishes off a belly to back suplex/reverse neck breaker combo. Kenny Omegrape hits a few stomps on the downed Damien Priest, and Kenny Omegrape throws him into the ring. Kenny Omegrape goes into the ring, and he goes into the cover. The ref counts 1…………2……KICK OUT by Damien Priest!!]

JR-Damien Priest kicked out!!

Kris Gaffney-What is your explanation?

King-Maybe Damien Priest eats fruit…just not as much as the Melon Club!

[Kenny Omegrape lifts up Damien Priest, and he hits a body slam. Malakai Black is attempting to get into the picture. Kenny Omegrape takes him out with a clothesline that sends himself and Malakai Black outside of the ring. Walter Melon climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with the fruit smash splash on Damien Priest!! Walter Melon goes into the cover on Damien Priest. The ref counts 1………………2……..Jim Vice breaks up the count. Walter Melon gets up, Jim Vice flips off Walter Melon and kicks him in the gut, and drops him with the For USA. Walter Melon falls out of the ring. Jim Vice goes into the cover on Damien Priest. The ref counts 1………….2…………3!!]

JR-Jim Vice out of the chaos is able to pick up the scraps of Damien Priest, and gets the victory.

Kris Gaffney-The Melon Gods didn’t see that one coming.

King-No I’m certain they did.

(Jim Vice and GOAT celebrate their win as Shockwave goes off the air.)