(Copyright information goes into a highlight video. How the number one contender match came to be. We go into an introduction screen that welcomes us to Hell on Earth 2026. Pyrotechnics rain down on the stage, and the lights turn on after their done, and the lights turn on. They show a few shots of the crowd. They zoom out to display the location information, we get one more shot of the crowd.)
JR-Welcome to Hell on Earth 2026, hello and welcome I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight we find out who will take on Tony Ikeda for the world championship, and call him old.
Kris Gaffney-Always something to look forward to.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(As the lights in the arena plunge into darkness, an eerie silence descends over the crowd. The faint sound of wind howling fills the air, sending shivers down spines. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Wolf Totem" by The HU (featuring Jacoby Shaddix) thunder through the speakers, primal and haunting. A blood-red light floods the entrance ramp, illuminating a swirling mist of smoke that creeps along the ground like tendrils of something alive.
The screen above the stage flickers to life, showing the silhouette of a massive wolf prowling through a dark forest. As the beat drops, bursts of flame erupt from the stage, casting wild shadows across the arena. Through the flames and smoke emerges Fenrir Kaine, "The Demonic Werewolf." His imposing frame is silhouetted against the fiery backdrop, his head lowered, and his crimson eyes glinting beneath his hooded brow.
Ring Announcer: Now making his way to the ring! Fighting out of the Shadows of the Abyss! Weighing in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds and standing six feet and four inches tall! He is "The Demonic Werewolf" FENRIR KAINE!
Fenrir’s presence is palpable, an aura of raw, predatory menace that freezes the audience in place. As he begins his slow, deliberate march down the ramp, the flames on stage ignite once more, illuminating his every step. The red lights follow him like a spotlight, casting a sinister glow over his powerful frame. The mist clings to his boots as if the darkness itself refuses to let him go.
He reaches the ring steps and pauses, turning his gaze to the crowd. Their boos and jeers are drowned by the pulsating rhythm of his theme song, yet Fenrir remains unfazed. A low, guttural growl escapes his lips as he climbs the steps and enters the ring.
Once inside, Fenrir moves to the center of the ring, his massive frame towering over the referee. He throws back his head and lets out a bone-chilling howl, synchronized with a final burst of flame erupting from the ring posts. The lights flicker back to full brightness, but the chilling aura lingers as Fenrir Kaine removes his hood and glares out at the crowd with predatory intent.
He moves to his corner, leaning against the turnbuckle like a wolf surveying its prey, waiting for the match to begin. The arena buzzes with tension, every eye fixed on the terrifying force that is Fenrir Kaine.)
The arena is bathed in darkness.
A deep, guttural whispering slithers through the sound system—indecipherable, eerie, and inhuman, as if a thousand damned souls are muttering their final prayers. The air in the arena feels heavy, suffocating, like the presence of something unholy has seeped into reality itself.
Then, the first haunting notes of "Lucifer" by Behemoth rumble through the speakers, low and ominous, like a funeral hymn for the apocalypse. A single, blood-red spotlight flickers onto the stage, revealing a towering, cloaked figure standing in the center—motionless, head lowered, as if awaiting a divine command.
Smoke pours from the ground, swallowing the entrance ramp in thick, swirling shadows. Suddenly—
FOUR PILLARS OF FLAME ERUPT from the stage, casting monstrous shadows across the walls. A deep, droning bell tolls through the arena, and the cloaked figure finally moves.
Samael Dredd slowly lifts his head, revealing his face beneath the hood—painted in cracked, corpse-like war paint, his abyssal eyes devoid of humanity. The red glow from the flames illuminates him like a demon conjured from hell itself.
Ring Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring… from the Void Between Realms… weighing in at 305 pounds… he is The Harbinger of Despair… The Reaper Prophet… The Plagueborn… SAMAEL DREDD!"
The sound of distant, ritualistic chanting grows louder, creeping under the music like a blasphemous sermon. Samael slowly begins his march down the ramp, his long black trench coat flowing behind him like death’s shroud.
As he reaches the ring, flames ignite along the sides of the ramp, flickering and twisting as if alive. The crowd murmurs, some taking a step back as if an unseen force is pressing against them.
Samael stops at the base of the ring, his head tilting slightly as he gazes into the audience, his expression unreadable—empty, void of empathy, only inevitability. He slowly places a hand on the apron, and as he does—
A FINAL SURGE OF FIRE BLASTS FROM THE RING POSTS.
He climbs the steps methodically, wiping his feet on the apron as if cleansing himself before stepping into his unholy altar. Once inside, he kneels in the center of the ring, head bowed, hands outstretched as if praying to an unseen force.
Then—without warning—he snaps his head back and lets out a guttural, echoing breath, his body shaking as if possessed. The lights flicker violently, and then—
DARKNESS.
For a few seconds, there is nothing. Silence. Stillness.
Then, the lights return, and Samael Dredd is standing in the corner, unmoving, his eyes locked on his opponent.
He does not speak. He does not react. He simply waits.
For the suffering to begin.
(Azar Vulcan follows them)
JR-The former tag team champions are representing the Maledictum.
King-Azar is probably going to hate watch this match since Tony is old.
Kris Gaffney-Interesting way to hate someone for.
Suddenly, the powerful tones of “Twilight of the Thunder God” by Amon Arnath engulfed the arena. Lights went pitch black for a moment, and when they return, they danced in a patriotic sequence of Red, White, and Blue while sparks rained down from the ceiling. The camera panned around quickly, searching for the source of the entrance, finally setting halfway up the stands in the crowd. There stood Jackson Gunner followed by Wade Wilson, surrounded by a sea of ecstatic fans. The crowd’s roars intensified as he tore off his tank top, throwing it to a lucky audience member. In a gesture of sheer energy, he beat his chest and threw his hands into the air, forming an X, signaling his readiness for battle as his Championship drapes over his shoulder.)
Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman! Making his way through the crowd, hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii, standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 250 pounds… he is the reigning EMF TV Champion, “THE SMILING WARRIOR” JACKSON “KOA KOA” GUNNER!
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, he walks down the isle, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-The current tag team champions are going to be difficult to defeat however.
King-Both teams have a lot of experience as a team but one team has a man who’s already better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-Yeah…that is quite the advantage…
[Fenrir Kaine and Tony Ikeda pace around the ring, and they lock up. Azar Vulcan jumps on the apron gaining Tony’s attention. Fenrir Kaine doubles over Tony Ikeda with a knee lift, and he whips Fenrir Kaine, and Fenrir Kaine whips Tony Ikeda to the ropes. Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a running chop to the face that puts down Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda gets up stunned, and Fenrir Kaine drops Tony Ikeda with a super kick that puts down Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda is stunned, and Fenrir Kaine throws Tony Ikeda in the air, and he connects with the pop up samoan drop. Fenrir Kaine makes the tag to Samael Dredd, Tony Ikeda is on the apron, and Samael sets up Tony and he connects with the Doomsayers curse!! Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……..2…..KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda!!]
JR-The champion kicks out!
King-Life keeps trying to pass Tony by yet he keep kicking out.
Kris Gaffney-That might sound inspirational, but it really means he’s old…HA!
[Tony Ikeda gets up, and Samael Dredd lifts him up, but it’s countered with a slide out of the back. Tony Ikeda connects with a full nelson slam on Samael Dredd.Samael Dredd goes down on the mat, and he is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda makes the tag to Jackson Gunner, and Jackson Gunner steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards Jackson Gunner attempts to whip Samael Dredd to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Samael Dredd. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes. Sameal Dredd lowers his head, and Jackson Gunner counters with a running DDT. Jackson Gunner waits for Samael Dredd. Samael Dredd slowly gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner kicks Samael Dredd in the gut, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a sit down power bomb. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2…………..KICK OUT by Samael Dredd!! Jackson Gunner makes the tag to Tony Ikeda!]
JR-Jackson Gunner is making quick tags to Tony Ikeda.
King-If things were fair Tony’s arm would just turn to dust
Kris Gaffney-Because he’s SO old!
[Fenrir Kaine runs into the ring, and he attacks Jackson Gunner, and they start to brawl the ref tries to stop it, suddenly Azar Vulcan slides into the ring, and he connects with the Money Maker to the face on Tony Ikeda dropping him. Azar Vulcan slides out of the ring undetected. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes itno position to make the cout, the ref counts 1……….2……..3!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan was able to steal this match for the Maledictum.
King-Clearly the rules are different for him because he’s already better than you.
(“I am greatness” blasts on the PA system. Roman Reigns walks out on the stage, and he poses on the stage. He walks down to the ring, and he waits for his opponent.
JR-Roman Reigns I the leader of the Bloodline.
King-What gave it away?
Kris Gaffney-I imagine his tribal chief status.
The arena lights dim, plunging the space into an anticipatory darkness. A hushed silence falls over the crowd, broken only by the distant sound of thunder. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Medieval Viking Music - For Honor (Ft. Peyton Parrish)" resonate through the speakers, their haunting melody echoing in the vastness of the arena.
As the music swells, the titantron flickers to life, displaying a mist-covered Nordic landscape. Towering mountains and dense, shadowy forests under a twilight sky fill the screen, creating an atmosphere of ancient, rugged wilderness.
Amidst this mystical backdrop, scenes of Viking lore begin to unfold on the titantron. Images of longships sailing through stormy seas, warriors brandishing shields and axes, and ethereal figures of Valkyries descending from the heavens captivate the audience, weaving a tale of epic battles and Norse mythology.
A deep, bellowing horn sounds, reminiscent of a Gjallarhorn, heralding the approach of a warrior. The crowd stirs with excitement as a lone figure emerges from the backstage, his silhouette imposing and powerful.
Ragnar Ayerswindale steps into the light, his figure colossal and commanding. He stands for a moment at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena with a calm, unyielding gaze. His attire, a fusion of traditional Viking elements and modern combat gear, complements his muscular build, and Norse runes glint on his gear under the arena lights.
As he begins his descent down the ramp, the music intensifies. The titantron shows images of thunderous battles juxtaposed with serene, majestic landscapes of the Nordic fjords, symbolizing the duality of Ragnar's nature – both a fierce warrior and a stoic guardian of ancient traditions.
Ragnar's movements are deliberate and measured, exuding confidence and a sense of purpose. He occasionally pauses to make eye contact with fans, his expression unchanging, an embodiment of the calm before the storm.
Reaching the ring, Ragnar ascends the steel steps with ease. He stands on the apron for a moment, closing his eyes as if to draw strength from the gods themselves. Then, with a swift and fluid motion, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring.
The music reaches a crescendo, and Ragnar raises his arms, acknowledging the crowd and the arena. The Norse imagery on the titantron gives way to a single, ancient rune, glowing brightly as if imbued with mystical power.
As the music fades and the lights return to normal, Ragnar begins his pre-match ritual, a silent nod to the Viking warriors of old. The arena buzzes with anticipation, the presence of this modern-day Viking leaving an indelible mark on all who witness his entrance.
JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale has power on his side too.
King-And gods…just not Melon Gods.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain he’s crushed…
[Roman Reigns and Ragnar Ayerswindale throws fists to the face. Ragnar Ayerswindale is winning the exchange, but it’s countered with a rake of the eyes by Roman Reigns, and Roman Reigns whips Ragnar Ayerswindale to the ropes. Roman Reigns lowers his head, and Ragnar Ayerswindale lowers his head, and he stumbles backwards. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a clothesline that puts him down on the mat, Roman Reigns gets up to his feet Ragnar connects with a falling spine buster. Ragnar Ayerswindale goesinto the corner, he motions for Roman Reigns, he is slow to get up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a gunginar spear on Roman Reigns. Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the cover on Roman Reigns. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2…….KICK Out by Roman Reigns!!]
JR-This match has started out quickly.
King-But certainly not in the way that makes Roman look strong.
Kris Gaffney-CM Punk is not amused!
[Roman Reigns gets picked up, and he gets set up for a power bomb, but Roman Reigns counters with a back body drop, Ragnar Ayerswindale crashes hard, he is slow to get up to his feet. Roman Reigns hits a kick to the gut, and he drops Ragnar with a DDT. Roman Reigns goes into the corner, and he measures up on Ragnar Ayerswindale. He connects with a super man punch. Roman Reigns goes into the corner, and he taunts for the spear.]
JR-It seems that Roman is going to end this match.
King-With the same move that Ragnar hit earlier….funny wrestlers can hit the same moves, but it not mean the same thing a lot of the times.
Kris Gaffney-Guess people are better at things than others.
[Roman Reigns runs out of the corner, Ragnar counters with a kick to the face, and he sets him up. Ragnar connects with a Runestone power bomb into a stack pinning combination on Roman Reigns. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale gets the victory.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage, and he has his web camera. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-This is the clash of a Few Badd Men.
King-That can’t be good…in fact it’s BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Kris Gaffney-So sad.
Suddenly, the powerful tones of “Twilight of the Thunder God” by Amon Arnath engulfed the arena. Lights went pitch black for a moment, and when they return, they danced in a patriotic sequence of Red, White, and Blue while sparks rained down from the ceiling. The camera panned around quickly, searching for the source of the entrance, finally setting halfway up the stands in the crowd. There stood Jackson Gunner, surrounded by a sea of ecstatic fans. The crowd’s roars intensified as he tore off his tank top, throwing it to a lucky audience member. In a gesture of sheer energy, he beat his chest and threw his hands into the air, forming an X, signaling his readiness for battle as his Championship drapes over his shoulder.)
Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman! Making his way through the crowd, hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii, standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 250 pounds… he is the reigning EMF TV Champion, “THE SMILING WARRIOR” JACKSON “KOA KOA” GUNNER!
JR-Jackson Gunner is not going to be easy to defeat.
King-Zack Ryder knows that, but he also has worked with him more than anyone, so if anyone knows how to do it, it might be Zack Ryder.
Kris Gaffney-Interesting point…
[Jackson Gunner and Zack Ryder pace around the ring, they give nods of respect, and the lock up. Jackson Gunner puts Zack Ryder into a side head lock, and Zack Ryder whips Jackson Gunner off of the hold, and Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes, and Jackson Gunner goes for a clothesline, Zack Ryder ducks under, and he goes for a kick but it’s caught and Jackson Gunenr connects with a belly to back suplex that puts him down on the mat. Jackson Gunner waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet, and he connects with a german suplex that puts down Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder stumbles into the corner, and Jackson Gunner connects with a clothesline in the corer.]
JR-Zack Ryder is in trouble.
King-Your in trouble JR!
Kris Gaffney-A feel a punch coming…
[Zack Ryder stumbles out of the corner. Jackson Gunner lifts up Zack Ryder, but Zack Ryder is able to counter sliding out of the back, and he pushes him towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick that drops Jackson Gunner, and Zack Ryder runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a one handed face crusher on Jackson Gunner gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner falls into the corner. Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline in the corner, and Jackson Gunner falls into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins and he fist pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the side of the head.]
JR-Zack Ryder might be turning the corner.
King-Sure hope they didn’t think this was a great idea, even the greatest team of all time X-Pac and Road Dogg was doomed by this.
[Zack Ryder gets ready for the Rough Ryder, Jackson Gunner stand up, but Jackson Gunner blocks it, and it sets up into the Burning Samoan on Zack Ryder. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………3!!]
JR-I guess that’s the weakness of knowing the other guy. The other guy knows you just as well.
The arena dims—clean and sharp. No theatrics. Just focus. Then—
“Return of the Mac” hits with that unmistakable groove.
The bass kicks in. The crowd pops.
They know what time it is.
Little Mac steps through the curtain.
He’s wearing a sleeveless hoodie—unzipped, hood down—his hands wrapped tight in black tape, knuckles calloused and exposed.
He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing lightly, eyes sharp, focused. He’s not playing to the crowd—he’s staying loose, staying ready.
Behind him, cool and steady, is Doc Louis, gum in his mouth, towel over one shoulder, nodding like he’s seen this win already.
Mac moves with confidence. Controlled swagger.
Taps his fists together as he walks.
No flash. No posturing. Just presence.
The strobe lights hit light gold and white as the beat pulses, but never overwhelm—because Mac’s energy doesn’t need dressing up.
The fans reach out—he slaps a few hands, nods to others, but he never stops moving. His rhythm is the beat of the ring.
He slides into the ring clean and low, pops up in one fluid motion, and immediately circles the ropes once—keeping his hands moving.
A short jab. A sidestep.
Always working. Always tuned in.
He hits the corner turnbuckle, hops up to the second rope, and raises one wrapped fist in the air—no grin, no posing. Just a statement:
“You’re stepping into my fight now.”
Samantha Irvin fires off with intensity:
"Making his way to the ring… accompanied by Doc Louis… from the Bronx, New York… weighing in at 200 pounds… he is THE PRIZE FIGHTER… LITTLLLLLLLEEEEE MAC!"
Mac drops down, rolls his shoulders, paces back to his corner. Doc gives him a nod, mutters something low.
Mac taps his fists together, leans into the ropes, and eyes his opponent like a sniper finding range.
He doesn’t flex.
He doesn’t scream.
He fights.
And you’d better pray your chin holds up.
JR-Little Mac’s punching ability is always going to give him a fighting chance.
King-I’m still trying to get Little Mac to have rounds in his match.
Kris Gaffney-We do need advice from Doc.
The opening notes of "Attitude" by The Misfits blast through the arena as the lights flicker and strobe. The entire crowd erupts into cheers and excitement as Sythe appears at the entrance ramp.
JR-Sythe speed, and high flying abilities are going to be very effective.
King-Still…second rope fist drop…best move ever.
Kris Gaffney-….
[Little Mac and Sythe pace around the ring, Little Mac goes for a fist to the face, and Sythe runs otwards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac connects with a hip toss that puts Sythe down on the mat. Little Mac runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off fo the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac connects with a diving cltohelsine that puts down Sythe. Sythe gets up to his feet, and Little Mac connects with a liver punch, and Little Mac runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac connects with a running knee lift, and follows it up with a reverse neck breaker on Sythe. Little Mac goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2……KICK OUT by Sythe!!]
JR-Sythe refuses to lose.
King-I wish you would refuse to go to work JR!
Kris Gaffney-Ouch.
[Little Mac gets ready for Sythe to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Little Mac goes for the KO punch, but Sythe moves out of the way. Sythe waits for Little Mac, and he connects with a hurricanarana that sends Little Mac falls into the corner, he stumbles out of the corner, and he connects with a spring board knee to the side of the head. Sythe waits for Little Mac to get where he wants him, and he connects with an impaler DDT into the mat. Sythe gets ready, and he connects with a standing shooting star press on Little Mac. Sythe goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2………..KICK OUT by Litlte Mac. Sythe picks up Little Mac, an dhe connects with a body slam. Sythe climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Little Mac is in trouble here.
King-Quick Mac, look for a bandage Sythe.
Kris Gaffney-Always helpful.
[Sythe goes for the Sythenator, but Little Mac moves out of the way. Sythe crashes into the mat, Sythe gets up to his feet. Sythe gets dropped with a KO punch. Little Mac goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………….3!!]
JR-Sythe went for it all, and it didn’t quite work out.
(As the lights in the arena plunge into darkness, an eerie silence descends over the crowd. The faint sound of wind howling fills the air, sending shivers down spines. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Wolf Totem" by The HU (featuring Jacoby Shaddix) thunder through the speakers, primal and haunting. A blood-red light floods the entrance ramp, illuminating a swirling mist of smoke that creeps along the ground like tendrils of something alive.
The screen above the stage flickers to life, showing the silhouette of a massive wolf prowling through a dark forest. As the beat drops, bursts of flame erupt from the stage, casting wild shadows across the arena. Through the flames and smoke emerges Fenrir Kaine, "The Demonic Werewolf." His imposing frame is silhouetted against the fiery backdrop, his head lowered, and his crimson eyes glinting beneath his hooded brow.
Ring Announcer: Now making his way to the ring! Fighting out of the Shadows of the Abyss! Weighing in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds and standing six feet and four inches tall! He is "The Demonic Werewolf" FENRIR KAINE!
Fenrir’s presence is palpable, an aura of raw, predatory menace that freezes the audience in place. As he begins his slow, deliberate march down the ramp, the flames on stage ignite once more, illuminating his every step. The red lights follow him like a spotlight, casting a sinister glow over his powerful frame. The mist clings to his boots as if the darkness itself refuses to let him go.
He reaches the ring steps and pauses, turning his gaze to the crowd. Their boos and jeers are drowned by the pulsating rhythm of his theme song, yet Fenrir remains unfazed. A low, guttural growl escapes his lips as he climbs the steps and enters the ring.
Once inside, Fenrir moves to the center of the ring, his massive frame towering over the referee. He throws back his head and lets out a bone-chilling howl, synchronized with a final burst of flame erupting from the ring posts. The lights flicker back to full brightness, but the chilling aura lingers as Fenrir Kaine removes his hood and glares out at the crowd with predatory intent.
He moves to his corner, leaning against the turnbuckle like a wolf surveying its prey, waiting for the match to begin. The arena buzzes with tension, every eye fixed on the terrifying force that is Fenrir Kaine.)
JR-The former Extreme Champion is attempting to take back the championship.
King-He definitely has the ability to do it.
Kris Gaffney-We’ll see how it works out.
The arena is plunged into eerie darkness. A single spotlight beams down on the entrance stage, revealing an enormous 20-sided die (D20), its numbers glowing with arcane energy. The haunting opening chords of “Binks’ Sake” start to play, gentle and mysterious, the crowd immediately clapping along.
Suddenly, on the massive LED screen, a colossal animated dragon bursts forth—its scales shimmering violet and gold. It coils and roars, unleashing a torrent of digital flame straight down the ramp. As the fire rushes forward, spotlights follow, making it seem as if the very ramp itself is set ablaze, leading to the ring.
At that moment, from beneath the stage, a ring of real flames erupts. Rising through the fire, guitar in hand and bathed in flickering orange and purple light, stands The Dungeon Master. He strikes a rockstar pose, head thrown back, hair wild, the guitar gleaming across his chest. The arena explodes with cheers.
He launches into a flamboyant air guitar solo, strutting to the music, every step in sync with the rolling animation of the D20, which now tumbles down the ramp in perfect time with his movement—projected to look as if it’s rolling just ahead of him, leading the way to destiny.
Each of his steps triggers a cascade of lighting effects—arcane runes illuminate underfoot, bursts of fireworks erupt from the ramp, and shooting flames flare on either side. He spins and dances, encouraging the crowd to join in, then leaps onto the ring apron, pausing to soak in the roaring energy of the fans.
With a grand flourish, he vaults into the ring, landing center stage in an epic rockstar stance. He rips a final, thunderous strum on his guitar—at that precise moment, golden sparks rain down from the rafters, surrounding him in a shimmering storm, as purple and gold spotlights swirl around the ring.
As the music fades, the dragon on the screen loops and lands atop a mountain of dice, bellowing one last time as flames curl around the frame.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring… hailing from the Astral Plane… but Louder! Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds… he is the BARD of BRUTALITY… the MASTER of MAYHEM… THE DUNGEON MASTER!
The Dungeon Master drops to one knee, raises his guitar like a legendary sword, and flashes a wild, infectious grin as the crowd erupts—his legend already unfolding before the match has even begun.
JR-The Dungoen Master has been difficult to defeat.
King-Especially when the belt has been on the line.
[Fenrir Kaine and the Dungeon Master throw fists to the face, neither wrestler is backing down, and Fenrir Kaine is able to hit a head butt, and he goes for a super kick, but the Dungoen Master ducks under, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Fenrir Kaine. The Dungeon Master whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. The Dungeon Master conncets with a back body drop that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes into the mat. Fenrir Kaine gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. The Dungeon Master connects with a palm strikes, and he connects with a spinning chops, and the Dungeon Master back up, and he connects with the super kick that sends Fenrir Kaine flying out of the ring which completes the Nat 20 combo.
JR-The champion is starting out strong.
King-And Roman’s not even in this match.
Kris Gaffney-HA! Gotta make Roman look strong.
The Dungeon Master steps inside of the ring, and he waits for Fenrir Kaine, Fenrir Kaine counters with a knee lift. The Dungeon Master gets thrown into the ring steps. Fenrir Kaine grabs a TV camera, and The Dungeon Master gets up, and Fenrir Kaine blasts the Dungeon Master with the camera, and he falls down on the mat. Fenrir Kaine grabs the Dungeon Master, and he throws him into the ring. He waits for the Dungeon Master to stumble up towards him, Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that sends The Dungeon Master in the corner. Fenrir Kaine runs towards him, and he connects in the corner smashing him in the corner. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on the Dungeon Master, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……….KICK OUT by the Dungeon Master!!]
JR-Almost three there!
King-That wouldn’t be the song the Dungeon Master was hoping to sing.
Kris Gaffney-Guess not.
[Fenrir Kaine picks up the Dungeon Master, and he whips him to the ropes, the Dungeon Master bounces off of the ropes, Fenrir Kaine throws him in the air for the pop up saoman drop, but it’s countered with a crufix pin on Fenrir Kaine by the Dungeon Master. The ref counts 1………..2…………3!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master saw an opening, and got the pin!
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The arena lights dim, and the opening beats of NSYNC's "Bye Bye Bye" blast through the speakers. As soon as the first note hits, bright spotlights flash in sync with the music, and a thick cloud of smoke rises from the stage. The crowd immediately erupts in a mix of cheers and laughter, knowing they’re in for something special. As the beat drops, multicolored fireworks explode around the stage, and through the smoke, Patrick Payne bursts out, dancing his way onto the stage like he’s straight out of a 90s boy band video. Patrick starts hitting the iconic "Bye Bye Bye" choreography, exaggerated and dripping with his own flavor. He smirks at the camera, pointing at random fans in the crowd, and moving with the beat like he’s starring in his own music video. He stops midway down the ramp, faking a pause, and then launches back into the dance, arms waving and hips moving as the crowd sings along to the chorus.
EMF Ring Announcer: From wherever he damn well pleases, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall, weighing in at 210 pounds he is the unpredictable, the unstoppable, Patrick ˜The PP Express Payne!!!
As the music continues, the lights flash in rhythm, and Patrick slides into the spotlight, twirling and dipping to the beat. Nearing the ring, he stops for a second, tilts his head toward the camera, and breaks into a final burst of the dance, fully embracing the ridiculousness of it all. Without breaking his flow, he leaps over the top rope with a fluid, acrobatic jump, landing in a perfect roll before bouncing right back into the Bye Bye Bye dance inside the ring. Patrick moves effortlessly, finishing his routine by running up the turnbuckle, arms wide, and executing a picture-perfect backflip off the top rope. As his feet hit the mat, he drops into a flawless superhero landing, kneeling down, one fist on the ground, with a cocky grin stretched across his face. He rises slowly, arms outstretched, soaking in the crowd’s reaction, while the music fades and the lights settle back to normal. The camera zooms in as Patrick winks at the audience, mouthing, "You’re welcome!" before leaning casually against the ropes, waiting for his match to begin.
JR-Patrick Payne is looking to become a champion again.
King-He’s been through many big matches, this is the next one.
Kris Gaffney-We’ll see how he reacts.
[The arena dims, setting the stage for a dramatic entrance. The opening notes of "KICK BACK" by Kenshi Yonezu fill the space, its energetic and upbeat rhythm instantly gripping the audience. The titantron comes alive with vibrant animations reminiscent of action-packed anime sequences.]
Announcer: "Making his way
to the ring, from London, England, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is 'The Samurai Otaku'... Mansa Carthage!"
[As the music swells, the lights pulse in sync with the beat, casting bright, dynamic colors across the stage. Mansa Carthage bursts onto the scene with an exuberant energy, wearing a fusion of samurai-inspired attire and modern streetwear, complete with symbolic touches from his favorite animes.]
[Mansa moves with a playful yet confident swagger, embodying the larger-than-life characters he admires. He performs exaggerated, anime-style poses and martial arts moves, engaging the crowd and drawing them into his world of fantasy and excitement.]
[As he makes his way down the ramp, the titantron displays iconic scenes from various animes, interspersed with clips of Mansa's own in-ring highlights, showcasing his agility and strength.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Mansa leaps onto the apron with a flourish, pausing to strike a dramatic samurai pose, complete with a mock sword drawing gesture. He then flips over the top rope with acrobatic ease, landing in a superhero landing pose that sends the crowd into a frenzy.]
[With the music reaching its climax, Mansa bounds to each corner of the ring, energetically engaging with the fans, showing off his charismatic and playful side. He then centers himself, closing his eyes for a moment as if channeling the spirit of both anime heroes and samurai warriors, preparing himself mentally and physically for the battle ahead.]
[As the song fades, Mansa opens his eyes, poses, and now focused and ready, his playful demeanor giving way to the serious, disciplined side of a warrior ready for combat.]
JR-Mansa Carthage however has been difficult to defeat.
King-Something has to give.
Kris Gaffney-Unless they pin each other….
[The IC champion connects with a quick rake of the eyes of Patrick Payne, and he lifts him up for the Dragons Descent, but Patrick Payne is able slide out of the back. Patrick Payne connects with a jaw breaker that knocks back Mansa Carthage. And Patrick Payne gets up to his feet, Mansa Carthage connects with a drop toe hold that sends him flying through to the air, and he crashes into the ropes. Patrick Payne waits as Mansa Carthage stumbles around, and Mansa Carthage connects with a one handed face crusher into the mat. Mansa Carthage is down on the mat. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he connects with the flight risk on Mansa Carthage. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2…KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage!!]
JR-Almost three!
King-This train is still going.
Kris Gaffney-Like your lameness!
[Mansa Carthage is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne kicks Mansa Carthage into the gut, and he sets him up into a the Payne Per View. Mansa Carthage is able to get under from Patrick Payne, and he drives him towards the corner, and Mansa Carthage connects with a few shoulder blocks that stuns Patrick Payne, Mansa connects with a hip toss out of the corner. Patrick Payne crashes into the mat. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet. Mansa Carthage connects with the super man punch that knocks down Patrick Payne. Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref counts 1………………2………..KICK OUT by Patrick Payne.]
JR-Mansa Carthage almost got the three there.
King-He’s going to have to do more though.
Kris Gaffney-Guess so.
[Mansa Carthage picks up Patrick Payne and sets him up, and he drops him with the Dragons Descend, and Mansa Carthage hooks Patrick Payne into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2………3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage gets the victory.
(“the duck song” blasts on the PA system Walter Melon walks out on the stage with Jack Heyman, they walk down to the ring.)
(The “duck song” continues as the lights turn on and Kenny Omegrape and Jack Heyman spook themselves as their now standing next to each other, and Kenny Omegrape gets thrown into the ring by the ref as the crowd throws grape at him.)
JR-Well…that’s surprising entrance, not Kenny’s most destructive.
King-Just as the Melon Gods planned!
Kris Gaffney-I’m sure…
Suddenly, the powerful tones of “Twilight of the Thunder God” by Amon Arnath engulfed the arena. Lights went pitch black for a moment, and when they return, they danced in a patriotic sequence of Red, White, and Blue while sparks rained down from the ceiling. The camera panned around quickly, searching for the source of the entrance, finally setting halfway up the stands in the crowd. There stood Jackson Gunner, surrounded by a sea of ecstatic fans. The crowd’s roars intensified as he tore off his tank top, throwing it to a lucky audience member. In a gesture of sheer energy, he beat his chest and threw his hands into the air, forming an X, signaling his readiness for battle as his Championship drapes over his shoulder.)
Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman! Making his way through the crowd, hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii, standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 250 pounds… he is the reigning EMF TV Champion, “THE SMILING WARRIOR” JACKSON “KOA KOA” GUNNER!
JR-Aari’s ability to move quickly will aide him.
King-His animal knowledge will help him claim too?
Kris Gaffney-Well…won’t give him actual abilities, but maybe techniques
King-Or will it….
(The arena lights suddenly cut out, plunging everything into darkness. For a brief moment, the only sound is the murmur of the crowd, uncertain of what’s about to happen. Then, with a crackle of static, “My Way” by Frank Sinatra begins to play. But it’s not the smooth, classic version everyone knows—this one is slightly distorted, as if being played on an old, warbled record.
A lone spotlight flickers on, illuminating the entrance ramp where Jack "The Anarchist" Lynch stands, his silhouette stark against the chaos flashing on the titantron behind him—glitchy visuals of riots, fires, and carnage intercut with scenes from black-and-white films, all overlayed with the words "The Anarchist" in jagged, graffiti-style text.)
Announcer: Making his way to the ring. Fight from Wellington, New Zealand
. He stands 6'1" and weighs 230 pounds. He is The Anarchist, Jack Lynch!
(Jack takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his barbed-wire baseball bat resting casually on his shoulder. He wears a long, tattered trench coat covered in patches and scribbled phrases that look like they were done in a fit of madness. With each step, the crowd’s anticipation builds, his presence commanding yet erratic, like a ticking time bomb.
As he strides down the ramp, Jack’s grin is wide and manic, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of what’s to come. He stops suddenly, halfway down, as if a thought has just occurred to him. With a playful shrug, he pulls a flask from inside his coat, takes a swig, and sprays the liquid into the air. The mist catches the spotlight, creating a shimmering, chaotic halo around him as he continues toward the ring.
Reaching ringside, Jack doesn’t just walk up the steps like everyone else—no, that’s too predictable. Instead, he makes a sudden, wild dash toward the barricade, leaping onto it with the grace of a cat, balancing precariously on the edge. He taunts the crowd, swinging his bat playfully, then balances along the top of the barricade as if it were a tightrope, laughing all the while.
Finally, he jumps down and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, rolling to his feet in one fluid, exaggerated motion. He twirls his bat in his hand like a gunslinger ready for a duel, his eyes scanning the crowd as if daring anyone to challenge him.
Once inside, Jack heads straight for the nearest turnbuckle, leaping up onto it with a wild, unhinged energy. Perched there, he looks out over the crowd with a mix of madness and glee, as if soaking in the chaos he’s about to unleash. With a sudden, dramatic swing of his bat toward the titantron, the screen behind him glitches violently, flashing between images of destruction and his own maniacal grin.
Jack then hops down from the turnbuckle, casually tossing his bat to a ring crew member with a wink and a smirk, as if he’s just handed them a live grenade. He leans back against the ropes, whistling the last notes of "My Way" as if it’s all just a part of his twisted, chaotic day.)
JR-Jack Lynch’s ability to thrive in chaos also should be a great advantage.
King-He’ll get his fill in this match.
Kris Gaffney- That’s for sure-
The arena lights slowly dim… not to black, but to a deep amber hue, casting long shadows across the entrance stage. A single spotlight hits the curtain. Then—
“And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder…”
Johnny Cash’s voice rolls out slow, cold, and final. “The Man Comes Around” begins—no pyro, no flash, just presence. The kind of presence that makes grown men sit up straight and keep their mouths shut.
Joey Bellarosa steps through the curtain with the confidence of a man who doesn’t walk—he arrives.
He’s dressed in a custom-fitted, jet-black suit. No tie. Collar loose. A single gold chain rests across his chest. He adjusts the cuffs on his jacket, like he’s preparing for a meeting—not a fight.
Flanking him are two women: Seraphine Quinn and Rosa Milioti.
Seraphine walks like a queen, calm and composed, her gaze forward, never breaking focus. Rosa, on the other side, chews gum, smirks, and scans the crowd like she’s daring someone to make eye contact. Together, they don’t follow Joey—they orbit him.
Smoke creeps across the floor like fog rolling in from the streets. The spotlight stays fixed on Joey as he slowly makes his way to the ring, never looking left or right. The crowd? They’re not booing. They’re not cheering. They’re watching. Respectfully. Nervously.
As the music swells—
“Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still…”
Joey reaches the ring steps and pauses. He removes his jacket, folds it with care, and hands it to Seraphine, who takes it without a word. Rosa cracks her knuckles and leans against the barricade, eyes still scanning the crowd.
Joey wipes his boots on the apron—not out of respect for the ring, but because this is his house, and you don’t walk filth across your own floors.
He enters the ring slow. Controlled. No wasted motion. He walks to the center and stands still, eyes down. When the music hits the final verse—
“…and behold, a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death…”
Joey lifts his chin. Stares dead into the hard cam. No emotion. No expression. Just the eyes of a man who’s already decided how this ends.
And then—
Samantha Irvin’s voice echoes with reverence and weight.
"Introducing… from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 245 pounds… he is The Don… JOEYYYYYY… BELLAROSA!"
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just stands in the center of the ring while the lights return to full.
Because the match hasn’t started.
Not yet.
Joey’s just letting you understand what you stepped into.
This isn’t hype.
This is business.
And business is about to be handled.
JR-Joey Bellarosa has been known for the big match.
King-This is certainly the big match.
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[As the unmistakable opening notes of "Money" by Pink Floyd begin to ecFho through the arena, a grandiose display of gold and green laser lights crisscrosses the space, creating an atmosphere of opulence and exclusivity. The entire arena is bathed in a luxurious glow, mimicking the sheen of gold.
The titantron springs to life, showcasing a dazzling montage of Hollywood's most glamorous moments: red carpets, flashing camera lights, and premiere nights, all leading up to the marquee name, "Austin Jameson Mercer," emblazoned across the screen in bold, shimmering letters.
Simultaneously, the entrance ramp transforms into a visual spectacle, resembling a premiere night red carpet. A line of spotlight-equipped drones flies overhead, casting down beams of light that spotlight the path, while confetti cannons strategically positioned at the sides of the ramp blast gold and silver confetti, fluttering down like a cascade of wealth.
Then, with a flair that only he can muster, "Hollywood" Austin Jameson Mercer steps out, clad in a custom-tailored robe that sparkles under the lights, his confident stride in sync with the rhythm of the song. He pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the adulation, a smirk playing across his lips as he surveys his domain.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Making his grand entrance from Beverly Hills, California, standing at six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds... He is the blockbuster sensation of the wrestling world, the “Pretty Boy”, 'Hollywood' Austin Jameson Mercer!"
[Austin then makes his way down the ramp, each step calculated to maximize the dramatic effect of his presence. Personal security guards, dressed in sleek suits, flank him, adding to the aura of untouchable celebrity status. He occasionally stops to pose for the "cameras," his every move oozing the charisma and confidence of a true movie star.
Upon reaching ringside, Austin takes a moment to gaze out at the crowd, offering a cocky wave before he discards his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath, adorned with gold trim that catches the light perfectly. He ascends the stairs and steps through the ropes with an air of entitlement, as if the ring were his personal stage.
The music fades, the lights gradually return to normal, and the confetti settles, leaving Austin Jameson Mercer standing center-ring. He stretches out his arms, welcoming the audience to his show, a smug smile on his face, ready to prove once again why he is the premier attraction, as the arena buzzes with anticipation for the spectacle to come.]
JR-Representing the Maledictum, Austin Jameson Mercer is looking to gain the world championship for his stable.
King-Considering he has a man that’s already better than everyone, that’s going to help.
Kris Gaffney-Guess so.
[ Jack Lynch, Walter Melon, Kenny Omegrape, Austin Jameson Mercer, Joey Bellarosa, and Aari Maxwell stand in the middle of the ring. The bell rings, and the wreslters brawl Walter Melon falls out of the ring. Ashley Irvine peers from under the ring, and yells “WATERMELON” Walter Melon moves out of the way as Aari Maxwell goes for splash. Walter Melon grabs him, and he throws him hard into the ring post. Aari Maxwell gets up by the ring post. Walter Melon grabs a ladder, and he crushes Aari Maxwell with the ladder, and the ring post.]
JR-Aari Maxwell ran into very unfortunate situations.
King-The Melon Gods made that happened.
Kris Gaffney-Didn’t know the wild answered to fruit gods, but OK.
[Jack Lynch in the ring gets picked up by Joey Bellarosa, but he is able to push him towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jack Lynch connects with a one man flap jack that sends Joey Bellarosa down on the mat. Joey Bellarosa is slow to getup to his feet. Jack Lynch connects with the Pandemonium Kick that sends him stumbling towards the ropes, and Joey Bellarosa falls out of the ring. Jack Lynch measures up on Joey Bellarosa who is getting up to his feet, and Jack Lynch runs otwards the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes. Jack Lynch jumps through the ropes, Jack Lynch connects with a suicide dive on Joey Bellarosa.]
JR-Jack Lynch takes a big risk.
King-Per normal for him.
Kris Gaffney-Indeed.
[Aari Maxwell see’s Walter Melon who has gotten the ladder in the ring, and he is climbing up, Aari Maxwell sling shots himself up to the top rope, and he connects with a flying forearm that knocks Walter Melon off of the ladder, Aari Maxwell falls to a knee, and he takes a few moments to rest up, and Kenny Omegrape attempts to take advantage lifting up Aari Maxwell, Aari Maxwell counters with reverse jaw breaker. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a cutter off of the second rope.]
JR-Aari Maxwell was able to stop one Melon Club member, and was able to attack the other.
King-Melon Gods just want to make him think he’s in control.
Kris Gaffney-Somewhat cruel….
[Austin Jameson Mercer is on the ladder as Jack Lynch goes for a senton off of the apron, but it’s countered by Austin Jameson Mercer moving out of the way. Jack Lynch is in pain, and he crashes into the ladder. Jack Lynch is in pain, and he gets hit with a DDT by Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer gets up to his feet. He slides into the ring, and he waits for Aari Maxwell who just got done with attacking Kenny Omegrape with the ladder, and he turns around with it Austin Jameson Mercer kicks it back with the Red Carpet. Austin Jameson Mercer grabs the ladder.]
JR-It seems that Austin Jameson Mercer might be looking to end this match.
King-Let’s hope that the Maledictum doesn’t offer Jack Swagger ladder powers.
Kris Gaffney-That…would be unfortunate.
[Austin Jameson Mercer climbs up the ladder, and reaches for the brief case, but Kenny Omegrape climbs up on the other side, and Kenny Omegrape connects with a few fists to the face, and he smashes his face on the top of the ladder, Kenny Omegrape flips over Austin Jameson Mercer gets hit with a sunset flip power bomb off of the ladder. Kenny Omegrape takes a few moments to rest up, and he see’s AJM trying ot get up to his feet, and he connects with a quick whiplash.]
JR-Kenny Omegrape saved the match for himself and the rest of the field.
King-You mean the Melon Gods did that.
Kris Gaffney-….
[Joey Bellarosa is on the outside of the ring, and he is connecting with a few knees to the downed Walter Melon. Joey Bellarosa picks up Walter, and he runs into the ring post. Walter Melon is in pain, and he falls into the mat. Joey Bellarosa connects with a few stomps on the downed Walter Melon. Kenny Omegrape turns him around, but Joey Bellarosa ducks his attack, and he connects with the Mafia kick to the side of the head dropping Kenny Omegrape!]
JR-Joey was able to strike quickly there.
King-Well, he needs to get the briefcase first.
[Joey Bellarosa gets picked up, and dropped with a Gorilla Strength by Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell climbs up the ladder after getting into the ring, but on the other side of the ladder Walter Melon meets him, and they throw fists, Aari seems to have the advantage, Aari reaches for the brief case, Walter Melon uses a grape fruit juice to the eyes to stun him. Walter Melon pushes Aari Maxwell off of the ladder. Walter Melon reaches up, and he grabs the brief case. Walter Melon has the brief case. WALTER MELON WINS THIS MATCH!!]
King-SEE!! I told you Melon Gods JR!
Kris Gaffney-Ugh…
(Walter Melon holds up the brief case giving thanks to the Melon Gods as Hell on Earth goes off the air.)
