(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(The lights are turned off as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lgiths turn on, and fans yell, and wave signs. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We go into another 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 the TV championship is on the line as Jackson Gunner goes one on one with Austin Jameson Mercer.
Kris Gaffney-The Maledictum had an impressive Return of an Era, we’ll see if it continues tonight..
JR-Let’s get started with the opening match of the night.
(“the duck song” blasts on the PA system. Kenny Omegrape back strokes in grapes, and he crashes into the ring, and he gets thrown into the ring. The crowd, and ref throw grapes at him.)
JR-I’m not sure how that works.
King-The Melon Gods work on levels you can’t understand.
Kris Gaffney- I sure can’t understand.
[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 has quickly become a huge threat.
King-He’s pretty good, but not GOD!
[Kenny Omegrape walks around the ring, giving great fruit advice as Mansa Carthage goes for a fist, but Kenny Omegrape is able to duck under, and he turns around right into a set up, and Mansa Cartage connects with a t-bone suplex that sends him flying across the ring. Mansa Carthage connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. He tries to whip him to the ropes, and does. Kenny OMegrape bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage connects with an arm drag, and Mansa Carthage holds on the pressure with an arm bar. Kenny OMegrape tries to get up to his feet, and he is able to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Kenny Omegrape connects with a knee lift into the gut that stuns Mansa Carthage. Kenny Omegrape runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a scoop power slam! Mansa Carthage goes for into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2….KICK OUT by Kenny Omegrape. Mansa Carthage gets up to his feet, and he connects with a few stomps on the downed Kenny Omegrape, and he backs up, and he waits for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet.]
JR-It seems that Kenny has gotten off to a slow start.
King-Na, it’s all the plans of the Melon Gods.
Kris Gaffney-Seriously….I wish I could get these plans, I could just record my commentary.
[Mansa Carthage is able to pick up Kenny Omegrape, and he slides out of the back of Mansa Carthage, and he pushes him towards the corner. He crashes into the corner. He stumbles backwards, Kenny Omegrape connects with a reverse neck breaker that puts down Mansa Carthage. Kenny Omegrape takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet. Kenny Omegrape connects with a running clothesline, and then he waits for Mansa Carthage to get up to his feet. Kenny Omegrape connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Mansa Carthage stumbles backwards, Kenny Omegrape attempts to whip Mansa Carthage to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Mansa Carthage. Kenny Omegrape bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage lowers his head, but it’s countered with a swinging neck breaker. Kenny Omegrape connects with a running knee to the face, and he puts down Mansa Carthage. Kenny Omegrape 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-Kenny OMegrape has turned the tide around.
King-Clearly the work of the Melon Gods.
Kris Gaffney-groan
[Kenny Omegrape waits for Mansa Carthage to get up to his feet, and he kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, he lifts him up, but Mansa shifts his weight behind Kenny. Kenny turns around, and Mansa picks up Kenny, and he drops him with the Dragon’s Descent!! Mansa holds Kenny Omegrape with a pinning combination. The ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage gets the victory.
King-Clearly the Melon Gods have a plan for him!
(“some one’s gonna get it” blasts on the PA system. Mark Henry walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Mark Henry is looking to show he can still hang with anyone.
King-Although, his prior job was pretty sweet…only need to say one catch phrase.
Kris Gaffney-Guess so, if that works for you.
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The arena lights dimmed as the crowd hushed. Smoke soon crawls across the canvas surrounding everyone in the ring, at ringside and the front rows of the audience who begin anticipating the arrival of The Wretched Nobody when the monitors all go static. A single spotlight shone on the center of the stage as a low, as the ominous tune filled the air. Suddenly, the sound of thunder roared through the speakers as the arena shook with each strike as thick red curtains parted, revealing a large black casket positioned in the center of the stage. "Marche Funèbre MMXXIII" begins to play, the casket starts to rise slowly from the stage, flickering in and out of sight with each flash of strobe lights. As the casket ascended, smoke began to pour out of its cracks and crevices, creating an eerie atmosphere. Suddenly, the lid of the casket burst open, revealing a thick mist from which a massive hand shot out from the depths of the casket, grabbing onto the edge and pulling The Wretched Nobody out of his resting place. The crowd erupted in cheers as The Wretched Nobody emerged from the casket, which fell away in pieces as he stood up towering over seven feet tall and covered in various tattoos and scars. The Wretched Nobody paced back and forth, staring down at the ring with an unflinching glare. The Wretched Nobody broke step as the lights flicker again, as he strides down the ramp, ignoring the fans' outstretched hands and taunts.
Ring Announcer: Making his way down the aisle THE DARK STAR OF EMF! hails from The Danvers State Lunatic Asylum, Salem Massachusetts and at Six Foot Eleven inches tall – at Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds he is… he is Your former Six Time EMF Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld! DEATH HIMSELF! THE WRETCHED NOBODY!
As he approached the ring, bolts of electricity shot out from the turnbuckles, illuminating the darkness around him. The Wretched Nobody climbed up onto the apron, peering down his opponent with a look of pure disdain. Wretch easily stepped over the top rope and made his way to the center of the ring, where he raised his arms and let out a guttural roar. The crowd responded with deafening cheers, their excitement building to a fever pitch. The Wretched Nobody rocks side to side, staring down his opponent ready to charge forward, to unleash his wrath upon anyone who dares to stand in his way.
JR-The Wretched Nobody knows that this is going to a match where power faces power.
King-He’s faced that before, and was able to walk away as the winner, but probably not his favorite.
Kris Gaffney- Well, we’ll see how he can deal with it this time.
[The Wretched Nobody and Mark Henry stand in the ring, and the Wretched Nobody let’s Henry go on yelling something. Mary Henry goes for a fist, but the Wretched Nobody is able to move out of the way, and the Wretched Nobody connects with a hard upper cut, and he attempts to whip Mark Henry to the ropes, but Henry reverses the whip. The Wretched Nobody bounces off the ropes, and Mark Henry lowers his head, but it’s countered with a kick to the face. Mark Henry stumbles around, and the Wretched Nobody connects with a diving clothesline that puts down Mark Henry. Mark Henry is slow to get up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody lifts up the monsterous Mark Henry, and he connects with a body slam on Mark Henry. The Wretched Nobody runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he drops a leg drop. The Wretched Nobody measures up on Mark Henry who is slow to get up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody prepares for Mark Henry, and Mark Henry gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody grabs Mark around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a spine chiller. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Mark Henry. The ref goes into position to make the cont. The ref counts 1…………2….KICK OUT by Mark Henry.]
JR-Mark Henry was able to kick out.
King-Guess there is more gas in the tank.
Kris Gaffney-We’ll see how much, his era could end any moment.
[Mark Henry is slow to get up to his feet, and the Wretched Nobody goes for the Trephination, but Mark Henry ducks under, and he hooks the Wretched Nobody, and he connects with a belly to belly suplex. Mark Henry gets up to his feet, and he runs otwards the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes, and he jumps in the air, and he goes for a splash, and connects. Henry goes into the cover on the Wretched Nobody, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2….KICK OUT by the Wretched Nobody!!]
JR-Mark Henry was able to hit a few power moves right back at the Wretched Nobody.
King-Wretch is finding out that Mark Henry is the world’s strongest man.
Kris Gaffney-He might not doubt it now.
Mark Henry picks up Wretch, Wretch counters with a reverse jaw breaker. Mark Henry stumbles backwards. The Wretched Nobody runs at Mark Henry. The Wretched Nobody connects with the trephination on Mark Henry!! The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Mark Henry. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……….3!!]
JR-The Wretched Nobody gets the victory.
(“I am greatness” blasts on the PA system. Roman Reigns walks out on the stage, he walks down to ring side, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Since taking on the Wretched Nobody, Roman Reigns has been impressive.
King-This is a clash of two powers from different places.
Kris Gaffney-Guess this makes this somewhat a dream match.
(Copyright information is shown on the screen. We go into a highlight video of how Azar Vulcan got the world championship back from Wade Flow. Then we follow as Billy Breeze becomes the number one contender. We fade away as Azar Vulcan and Billy Breeze stare down. An introduction screen welcomes us to Dark Horizon 2024. We go into the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage, and the lights turn 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 of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Wade Flow is looking to get back on track.
King-If he could do that, he wouldn’t be poor!
Kris Gaffney-HA! He’s still poor!
[Wade Flow and Roman Reigns stand in the middle of the ring, the bell rings, and they start to throw fists to the face. Neither one of them are backing down, Roman Reigns ducks under one of the fists by Wade Flow. Roman Reigns runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Roman Reigns jumps in the air, and he connects with a jumping clothesline that puts down Wade Flow. Wade Flow is slow to get up to his feet, Roman Reigns grabs his arm, and he connects with a few short arm shoulder blocks. Wade Flow is stunned. Roman Reigns connects with a short arm clothesline. Wade Flow gets up to his feet. Wade Flow connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Wade Flow. Roman Reigns whips Wade Flow to the ropes, and he bounces off of the orpes. Roman Reigns connects with a big back body drop that sends Wade Flow flying across the ring. Roman Reigns goes into the corner, and signals for the super man punch, Roman Reigns waits for Wade Flow to get up to his feet. Roman Reigns leaps in the air, and he connects with the Super Man punch. Wade Flow is down, and Roman Reigns goes into the cover on Wade Flow. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……..2…KICK OUT by Wade Flow!!]
JR-The former world champion is not going down without a fight.
King-Wonder what the blonde girl’s advice would be.
Kris Gaffney-Probably beat him with SCIENCE!
[Wade Flow is slow to get up to his feet, and out of no where Wade Flow connects with the code breaker. This stumbles back Roman Reigns. Wade Flow gets up to his feet, and he drops Roman with a super kick. Wade Flow falls on the ropes, and he takes a few moments to rest up as Roman Reigns attempts to recover.]
JR-Wade Flow might have bought himself time there.
King-Which is kind of funny if you think about it…because you know…he’s poor!
Kris Gaffney-HA! He’s poor!
[Wade Flow waits for Roman Reigns, and Wade Flow kicks Reigns in the gut, and he goes for a twist of fate, but Reigns pushes him towards the ropes. Wade Flow bounces off of the ropes. Reigns connects with the spear on Wade Flow. Roman Reigns goes into the cover on Roman Reigns. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2……..3!!]
JR-Roman Regins gets the victory over a very game Wade Flow.
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda and CM Punk walk out on the stage, and they walk down the isle. They step inside of the ring.)
JR-CM Punk and Tony Ikeda were at one point in line to be in a tag team contenders match until an unfortunate incident happened.
King-I’m not sure CM Punk has a problem with being locked in a muffin shop.
Kris Gaffney-Yeah, guess all is well that ends well, right?
(“The Duck song” blasts on the PA system. An apple juice waterfall appears, and Walter Melon and Apple Juice Styles walks through it. They walk down the isle, and they step inside of the ring.)
JR-The Melon Club has had issues with Tony Ikeda.
King-That’s because Tony refuses
[Walter Melon and CM Punk stand in the middle of the ring. Ashley Irvine bungee jumps right above the ring, and she comes into the picture from top of the picture yelling “WATERMELON” before being pulled out of the scene. Walter Melon and CM Punk throw fists to the face, CM Punk goes for a kick to the face, but Walter Melon ducks under, and he pushes CM Punk to the ropes. CM Punk bounces off of the ropes. Walter Melon connects with a hard running clothesline that drops CM Punk. CM Punk is slow to get up to his feet, and CM Punk throws a wild fist to the face, and Walter Melon ducks under, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a running clothesline, and Walter Melon waits for CM Punk to get up to his feet, and Walter Melon lifts him up, and he drops him with a body slam. Walter Melon backs up into the corner, and he connects with a knee drop to the face of CM Punk. Walter Melon goes into his corner, and he makes the tag. Walter Melon measures up, and he connects with the spitting seeds. Apple Juice Styles jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a frog splash. Apple Juice Styles goes into the cover on CM Punk. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by CM Punk.]
JR-CM Punk was able to kick out.
King-The power of muffins are nothing compared to the power of GOD!!
Kris Gaffney-CM Punk has muffin powers now? Seems like it just gets him in trouble…
[Apple Juice Styles picks up CM Punk, but CM Punk is able to hit a kick to the side of the had. CM Punk makes the to Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda runs into the ring, and he connects with a running cltohesine that puts him down on the mat. Apple Juice Styles get sup to his feet, and he connects with a few fists to the face. He whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes, and he lowers his head, and Tony Ikeda connects with a back body drop. Tony Ikeda waits for Apple Juice Styles to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda lifts him up, and he drops him with a full nelson suplex!! Tony Ikeda makes the tag to CM Punk.]
JR-CM Punk is back into the ring.
King-Maybe they are offering free muffins.
Kris Gaffney-With all the muffin endorsements, you would think he had enough, but nope!
[CM Punk measures up on Apple Juice Styles, and he goes for the running knee in the corner, but Apple Juice Styles slides out, and he makes the tag, while connecting with a power bomb on CM Punk. Apple Juice Styles attacks Tony Ikeda. Walter Melon comes off of the top rope, and he connects with the fruit smash splash on CM Punk. Walter Melon goes into the cover on CM Punk. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……..3!!]
King-Well…I’m not shocked at that, the power of muffins are nothing compared to GOD!
(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 is looking to bounce back.
King-Although he gets to bring more chaos.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain he’ll see that as a positive.
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 also knows what it’s like to be just off a title loss.
King-I’m certain it’s a matter of time before he gets back into a title race.
Kris Gaffney-This is true.
[Jack Lynch and Ragnar Ayerswindale pace around the ring, and Ragnar throws a wild fist to the face as the bell rings. Jack Lynch ducks under, and ehe connects with a few knife edge chops to the chest that echo through arena. Jack Lynch ducks under a wild fists, and he connects with a few kicks to the ribs, and back elbow to the side of the face, and he finishes him with a spinning back fist to complete the Anarchy blitz. Jack Lynch waits for Ragnar Ayerswindale to stumble towards him, and he connects with a kick to the gut, and he plants him down on the mat with a DDT into the mat. Ragnar Ayerswindale is slow to get up to his feet. Jack Lynch runs out of the corner, and he connects with the Pandemonium Kick to the face that puts down Ragnar Ayerswindale. Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Ragnar Ayerswindale, and the ref goes into position to make the coutn. The ref counts 1…………..2…..KICK OUT by Ragnar Ayerswindale!! Jack Lynch connects with a few stomps on the downed Ragnar Ayerswindale.]
JR-Almost three there.
King-Guess if Jack Lynch was expecting a pin there, I blame chaos.
Kris Gaffney-Always a good thing to blame.
[Jack Lynch picks up Ragnar Ayerswindale, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Jack Lynch tries to whip him to the ropes, but Ragar Ayerswindale reverses the whip. He bounces off of the ropes, Jack Lynch bounces off of the ropes. Ragnar Ayerswindale lifts up Jack Lynch, and he drops him with a standing spike spine buster. Ragnar Ayerswindale takes a few moments to rest up after taking the moves prior. He allows Jack Lynch to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jack Lynch runs towards Ragnar Ayerswindale. Jack Lynch gets countered with a hot shot that sends him flying into the top rope. Jack Lynch stumbles out of the ropes after hitting the top rope stunned. Ragnar Ayerswindale runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with the Gunginar Spear on Jack Lynch. Ragnar takes a few moments to rest up. Once he gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale kicks Jack Lynch to the gut, and he sets him up, and he drops him with the Runestone power bomb!! Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2……..KICK OUT by Jack Lynch.]
JR-Jack Lynch was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Wonder what would happen if he missed time a pinning attempt one time.
Kris Gaffney-That’s …ah…chaos.
[Ragnar Ayerswindale attempts to lock on the Midgard Seprent Lock, but Jack Lynch kicks him off, and Ragnar hits into the ring post. Ragnar falls out of the corner, and he stumbles out of the corner. Jack Lynch hits a kick, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a Pandemium Driver!! Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Ragnar Ayerswindale. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2………3!!]
JR-Jack Lynch was able to use Ragnar hitting into the ring post as the deciding factor to hit the Pandemonium Driver to get 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 was moments away from becoming the world champion again.
King-Except Patrick Payne was better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-Always needs to sneak that in somewhere.
(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 looking to continue his momentum.
King-It almost looks like nothing can stop him at this moment.
Kris Gaffney-However, we know how good Patrick Payne is.
[Fenrir Kaine, and Patrick Payne pace around the ring. They start throwing fists, and Patrick Payne ducks under one of the fists, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes on the others ide of the ring. Fenrir Kaine connects with a spinning heel kick that drops Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne gets up stunned, and Fenrir Kaine runs towards Patrick Payne, and he connects with a hip attack in the corner. Patrick Payne stumbles out of the corner. Patrick Payne gets lifted up, and he gets dropped with a spinning standing urange, that drops Patrick Payne. Fenrir Kaine 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. Fenrir Kaine connects with a few stomps on the downed Patrick Payne, and he picks up Patrick Payne, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and he attempts to whip Patrick Payne to the ropes. Patrick Payne reverses the whip. He bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne goes for a wild clothesline, but it’s ducked under, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that drops Patrick Payne, and Fenrir Kaine 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-Fenrir Kaine has not found a way to defeat Patrick Payne.
King-Not yet anyways.
Kris Gaffney-Although, that has never been very easy to do.
[Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine hits a kick to the gut, but Patrick Payne is able to roll out of the hold, and he connects with a sit down reverse jaw breaker that knocks back Fenrir Kaine. Patrick Payne knowing that he has to continue to hit Fenrir before he can recover. Patrick Payne runs towards the corner, and he runs towards the corner. Patrick Payne runs towards the ropes. Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne connects with a suicide dive. Patrick Payne throws Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet after Patrick Payne to get up to his feet. Patrick Payne runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a one handed face crusher. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring. Patrick Payne goes up to the top rope, and he jumps in the air, and he connects with the Flight Risk on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……..KICK OUT by Fenrir Kaine!! Patrick Payne gets up, and he connects with a few stomps on the downed Fenrir Kaine. Patrick takes a few moments to rest up. Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, and he kicks Fenrir Kaine in the gut, and he plants down Kaine with a DDT. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………KICK OUT by Fenrir Kaine!!]
JR-The IC champion is finding out why Patrick Payne was world champion.
King-And still could be again soon.
[Fenrir Kaine gets picked up, he gets lifted, and Fenrir Kaine struggles out of the back. Patrick Payne lifts up Fenrir. Fenrir connects with the Eclipse driver on Patrick Payne. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……..3!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine counters, and gets the win.
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[As the unmistakable opening notes of "Money" by Pink Floyd begin to echo 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 is looking to add more gold to the Maledictum.
King-All good, especially when they have a man who’s already better than all of us…especially you JR.
Kris Gaffney-You knew that was coming…
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!
JR-The champion isn’t going to be easy to defeat.
King-Well, AJM has been a world champion, I’m certain Jackson is thinking the same thing.
Kris Gaffney-Only one can win…unless there is a double…JR and King punch Kris
[Austin Jameson Mercer and Jackson Gunner pace around the ring, and they lock up. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a knee lift, and he hooks him into a side head lock. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a side head lock. Then he hooks him into a side head lock take down. Austin Jameson Mercer holds on the pressure, and Jackson Gunner looks for a way out of the hold, and he slowly gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner pushes Austin Jameson Mercer backwards, and he whips him off of the hold. Austin Jameson Mercer bounces off of the ropes. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a running shoulder block that drops Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner gets up, he runs towards Austin Jameson Mercer, Austin Jameson Mercer lifts up Jackson Gunner, and he drops him with a standing spike spine buster!! Austin Jameson Mercer waits for Jackson Gunner to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer hits a kick to the gut, and he sets up Jackson Gunner, and he drops him with the World Premiere into a bridging pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…….KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer almost got the three there.
King-Wait until the extended cut comes out!
Kris Gaffney-HA! Movie references.
[Jackson Gunner gets picked up, and he gets lifted up, but Jackson Gunner slides out of the back, and Austin Jameson Mercer turns around, and he gets thrown with a t-bone suplex that sends him down on the mat. Jackson Gunner takes a few moments to rest up, Austin Jameson Mercer gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner hits a few fists to the face, and he attempts to whip him to the ropes, but it’s countered with a reversal. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes. Austin Jameson Mercer lowers his head, but it’s countered with a running DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner takes a few more moments to rest up, once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner see’s that AJM is slow to get up to his feet, Jackson Gunner hits a running knee to the face that stuns Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer stumbles around. Jackson Gunner connects with a kick to the gut that doubles over Austin Jamesoner Mercer. Jackson Gunner hooks Austin Jameson Mercer into a power bomb position. Austin Jameson Mercer gets picked up, and he is dropped into a sit down power bomb. Jackson Gunner hooks Austin Jameson Mercer into a pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by Austin Jameson Mercer!!]
JR-The champion has turned the momentum.
King-Momentum, SO important in wrestling.
Kris Gaffney-That’s what we say.
[Austin Jameson Mercer is slow to get up to his feet, and once he is up to his feet. Jackson Gunner lifts him up, AJM slides out of the back. Austin Jameson Mercer is able to hit a glance Red Carpet. Jackson Gunner falls backwards, and he stumbles towards AJM. Jackson Gunner gets picked up, but Jackson slides out of the back. AJM turns around, and he gets lifted up. Jackson Gunner connects with a burning Samoan!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner found an opening, and used it to defend his championship.
(Jackson Gunner is feeling the effects of this match, but holds up the TV championship as Shockwave goes off the air.)
