(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turns on, the camera gets a few shots of the crowd who yell, and wave their signs. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We get one more shot as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to Saturday Shockwave. I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight Patrick Payne gets the chance to remember how much better Azar is than him.
Kris Gaffney-Eeeerrr….
JR-Let’s get started with the first match.
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 ability is going to give him an advantage.
King-Although, he might be challenged in this match with that.
Kris Gaffney-I would imagine that Sythe might have the speed advantage. Aari has the strength advantage, but it’s close.
(Animal sounds echo the arena when the lights go black. The lights turn on green and an image of a giant alligator moves up the ramp, when it gets to the top it bites down, fireworks shoot from the sage and from up in the rafters comes sliding Aari Maxwell comes sliding down. Once close enough he unclips himself, lands in the ring, rolls, jumps up ontop of the ring post and shouts "CRIKEY!" To the fans with his arms out. He jumps, springs off of the rope and does a backflip landing on his feet. Aari "The Zoo Keeper, slides into his corner, bends down wrapping his arms around the ropes with his back on the post smiling as he waits for the match to begin.)
JR-Both wrestlers are going to have make sure they stay in control of the match, it can get away with it if you fully just lean into the fact the other guy has similar abilities.
King-Although, I guess the fact that you are on the mat more often might be a sign to avoid.
Kris Gaffney-Just write a note when this happening things aren’t going well.
[Aari Maxwell and Sythe pace around the ring. They lock up, Aari Maxwell takes down release arm drag, Aari Maxwell holds on the arm bar. Sythe looks for a way out of the hold, and he backs up Aari Maxwell. Sythe whips Aari off of the ropes off of the hold. Aari Maxwell bounces off of the ropes, Sythe goes for a hip toss, but it’s countered with a reverse neck breaker that puts down Sythe. Sythe is slow to get up to his feet, Aari Maxwell connects with a second rope spring board cutter. Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by Sythe. Aari Maxwell picks up Sythe, and he connects with a body slam. Sythe goes to the outside of the ring.]
JR-Aari Maxwell is looking to end this match.
King-Maybe, he does have various high flying moves.
Kris Gaffney-None of them second rope fist drops.
King-Damn it…
[Aari Maxwell climbs up to the top rope, and once Sythe gets up to his feet, Sythe runs up to the top rope, and he connects with a super belly to belly suplex that send shim flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Sythe connects with a few fists to the face, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Sythe connects with a standing drop kick. Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Sythe connects with a sit down face buster. Sythe goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2……….KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell. Sythe picks up Aari, and he connects with a falling slam. Sythe goes to the outside of the ring.]
JR-Sythe looking to end this match.
King-I can see the movie being Sythe entered the wild and survived!
[Sythe goes for the Sythantor, but at the last moment it’s countered by Aari moving out of the way. Sythe is slow to get up to his feet. Aari Maxwell lfits him up, and he drops him with the Gorilla Strength!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell gets the victory after Sythe crash and burned.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks ou ton the stage, and he walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder is facing someone who’s title he’s known to have held.
King-What that’s not true…but then again Jack Lynch never held the Elite Championship.
Kris Gaffney- Very true.
(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 chaos might be limited in a chaos he can do, but that doesn’t mean it can’t exist within the rules.
King- Feels like we need Jeff Goldblum.
Kris Gaffney-Uh, yeah!
[Zack Ryder and Jack Lynch pace around the ring. They lock up, Jack Lynch hits a knife lift into the gut that doubles over Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, Jack Lynch measures up, and he connects with a few large knife edge chops to the chest. Zack Ryder is in pain. Jack Lynch whips Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder gets hit with a one man flap jack that sends Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet. Jack Lynch connects with a Pandemonium Kick that knocks down Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder is down on the mat. Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Zack Ryder! Jack Lynch connects with a few stomps on Zack Ryder.]
JR-Jack Lynch is taking advantage over Zack Ryder.
King-Zack Ryder probably doesn’t think chaos is too sick.
Kris Gaffney-Probably not.
[Zack Ryder is slow to get up his feet. Jack Lynch picks up Zack Ryder, and Zack Ryder pushes him towards the ropes. Jack Lynch bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick that puts down Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder kicks Jack Lynch into the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a vertical suplex. Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet, and he falls into the corner. Zack Ryder runs otwards the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Jack Lynch falls into the corner into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he fist drops (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder backs up, and he signals for the Rough Ryder.
JR-Zack Ryder is looking to end this match.
King-Although this is sort of chaos.
Kris Gaffney-Jack Lynch still could be a fan.
[Zack Ryder goes for the rough Ryder, Jack Lynch counters right into a set up, and he drops him with the Pandemonium Driver!! Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……….2………….3!!]
JR-Jack Lynch counters into the Pandemonium Driver to get the victory.
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 punching abilities are going to give him the ability to end the match quickly.
King-It’s just a matter of getting stars.
Kris Gaffney-Feels like he missed the boat, we could have had the ultimate power couple in Mac and Marina who is always extremely seeing stars.
King-That would make Mac’s life easier for sure.
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 Dungeon Master has the ability to strike, and move, so that might help him.
King-Especially in this match.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe if he moves a little to the left or right, might put Mac off his game.
[Little Mac and the Dungeon Master stand in the ring, and Little Mac throws a punch, and the Dungeon Master ducks under. The Dungeon Master connects with a diving clothesline that puts down Little Mac. Little Mac is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. The Dungeon Master connects with a few kicks to the sides of the ribs, and he whips Little Mac. Little Mac bounces off of the ropes, the Dungeon Master goes for a super kick, but Little Mac is able to duck it, and he goes for the KO punch, but it’s ducked under. Little Mac turns right into a few palm strikes, and a few spinning chops. Little Mac tries to answer with a very dazed punch. The Dungeon Master ducks under, and he connects with a super kick that drops Little Mac to complete the Nat 20 combo. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……KICK OUT by The Dungeon Master!]
JR-The Dungeon Master was able to hit the Nat 20 combo, but Little Mac was able to kick out!
King- Doc isn’t going to have good advice though.
Kris Gaffney-Don’t join the Nintendo Club its burning down, it sucks just don’t do it.
[The Dungeon Master waits for Little Mac to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. The Dungeon Master lifts up Little Mac, but Little Mac is able to hit a few elbows, and he slides out of the back. Little Mac slides out of the back, and he pushes him towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac connects with a spinning spine buster. Little Mac takes a few moments to rest up. Little Mac waits for the Dungeon Master. Little Mac connects with a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he hits a kick to the gut. Little Mac runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a running knee to the face. Little Mac connects with a reverse neck breaker. Little Mac goes into the cover on the Dungeon Master. TH eref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2……KICK OUT by the Dungeon Master!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master kicked out!!
King-The match momentum is shifting.
[Little Mac waits for the Dungeon Master, and he gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Little Mac goes for the KO punch, but it’s ducked under by the Dungeon Master. Little Mac turns right into the Dragons Descend. Little Mac gets put into a pin by Dungeon Master. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………3!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master gets the victory.
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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-Austin Jameson Mercer going to facing strength, and height.
King-That is never an easy battle, but it’s one that can won.
Kris Gaffney-Austin Jameson Mercer wasn’t a world champion for nothing, he can do it.
(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-Fenrir Kaine is more than just his strength, and height, he can move around unlike most his size.
King-That can be dangerous to himself as well.
Kris Gaffney-We have seen that for other wrestlers for sure.
[Fenrir Kaine and Austin Jameson Mercer pace around the ring. Fenrir Kaine gets hit with various fists to the face, but Fenrir Kaine answers with a head butt that puts down Austin Jameson Mercer is slow to get up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine connects with a few fists to the face to the face, he attempts to whip Austin Jameson Mercer. Fenrir Kaine bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine connects with a shoulder block that puts him down on the mat. Austin Jameson Mercer gets up, Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that puts down Austin Jameson Mercer with a super kick. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes itno position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………….2………….KICK OUT by Austin Jameson Mercer!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine has stayed in control.
King-You can never count out Austin Jameson Mercer.
[Austin Jameson Mercer gets up to his feet, and Fenrir Kaine whips him to the ropes. Austin Jameson Mercer gets thrown into the air, but Austin Jameson Mercer lands on the ground. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with the red carpet that puts him down on the mat, he takes a few moments to rest up. Fenrir Kaine throws a wild fist, and Austin Jameson Mercer ducks under, and he kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, and he drops Fenrir Kaine with a world premiere with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….KICK out by Fenrir Kaine, and Austin Jameson Mercer picks up Fenrir Kaine, and he connects with a body slam. AJM goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer is looking to end this.
King-This match has changed….think if the Melon Gods got involved.
Kris Gaffney-Not now King…
[Austin Jameson Mercer leaps off for the Final Cut, and he connects it on Fenrir Kaine! Austin goes into the cover on Fenrir. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………….3!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine roars back, and gets the victory.
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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 and Azar Vulcan has had a long feud.
King- Which means Patrick has a leg up on knowing how much better Azar Vulcan.
Kris Gaffney-That must suck.
King-That’s every match in your career…
[I’m better than you and you know it” Is said over the loud speakers right before Lamb Of God- “Overlord” hits. The crowd erupts in boos as the lighting begins to flash green and gold. The ramp fills with images of money as Azar Vulcan steps out from the back with a smug grin on his face. He stops atop of the ramp laughing at the fans.]
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds and standing 5’11”. He is The EMF World Heavyweight Champion, The Best In The World, Azar “Mastermind” Vulcan!
JR-Azar Vulcan has been aggressive since losing the championship.
King-I blame Tony Ikeda.
Kris Gaffney-That’s…probably accurate.
[Azar Vulcan and Patrick Payne stand in the middle of the ring. The two rivals stare down each other, they throw fists back and forth, neither giving up ground, but it seems like it’s going Patrick Payne’s way so Azar Vulcan is able to rake the eyes of Patrick Payne. Azar Vulcan whips him to the ropes, and he connects with a running knee to the face that knocks down Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, Azar Vulcan throws him hard into the ring post. Patrick Payne falls out of the corner. Azar Vulcan hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a brain buster!! Azar Vulcan runs otwards the ropes, and he connects with a spring board moonsault!! Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………..KICK OUT by Patrick Payne!!]
JR-Patrick was able to kick out!
Kris Gaffney-Azar probably knew Patrick wouldn’t be so easy to defeat.
King-Well Patrick knows how much better that Azar…can’t blame him for trying.
[Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and Azar Vulcan goes for the Money Shot, but Patrick Payne ducks under, and he connects with a reverse jaw breaker that knocks back Azar Vulcan. Patrick Payne is slow to get up t his feet, and once he see’s Azar Vulcan runs towards him, Patrick Payne counters with a drop toe hold that sends Azar Vulcan flying into the second rope this makes Azar Vulcan gasp for air. Patrick Payne connects with a reverse neck breaker. Azar Vulcan is down on the mat, and once he gets up to his feet. Azar Vulcan is down. Patrick Payne climbs up to the top rope. Patrick Payne connects with a flight risk!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Azar Vulcan. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……….KICK OUT by Azar Vulcan!!]
JR-Patrick Payne is making a come back.
King-He’s been hit so hard he’s forgetting how much better than Azar is than him.
Kris Gaffney-Ouch.
[Patrick Payne picks up Azar Vulcan looking Azar for the Payne Per View. Azar Vulcan is able to grab a hold of the ref, but Azar Vulcan is able to get his knee up in a low blow as the ref can’t see it. Patrick Payne is in pain. Azar Vulcan connects with a the money maker on Patrick Payne!! Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Patrick Payne!! Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan used the ref position to get the victory.
King-No, he used the fact the rules don’t apply when he’s that good.
(Azar Vulcan talks trash as Shockwave goes off the air.)
