(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on. Fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. We zoom out to display the location information. We get another shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to another edition of Saturday Shockwave. I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
Kris Gaffney-Tonight we will find out who will take on Azar Vulcan for the world championship.
King-How it must feel to realize you are going to face someone already better than you if you win this next match!
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out out on the stage, and he has his web camera. He walks down to the ramp, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder has experience facing Azar.
King-I certainly wouldn’t want to be the guy who has to face someone who’s already better than me, and everyone.
Kris Gaffney-Guess it’s a good thing you never faced Azar.
King-This is true!
[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 could be facing someone who is, or connected to a Few Badd Men.
King-Guess this would be a great way to test himself…you know…if he wasn’t already better than us.
Kris Gaffney-…..
[Azar Vulcan and Zack Ryder pace around the ring, they lock up. Azar Vulcan connects with a knee lift into the gut that doubles him over. Azar Vulcan whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, Zack Ryder gets hit with a back elbow. Azar Vulcan puts on a chin lock, and holds on the pressure. The ref makes sure this isn’t a choke not expecting Zack Ryder to give up. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, but Azar Vulcan is able to stop this momentum by throwing Zack Ryder down on the mat hard with a hand full of his hair. Azar Vulcan ignores the ref as he yells at him, and he measures up Zack Ryder who is getting up into the corner, and he runs at Zack Ryder, and he connects with a knee to the face in the corner. Azar Vulcan backs up, and Zack Ryder stumbles out of the corner. Azar Vulcan kicks Zack Ryder in the gut, and he sets him up into a vertical suplex position, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a brain buster!! Azar Vulcan 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!!]
JR-Zack Ryder was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Azar might have thought that he could get Ryder with that move.
Kris Gaffney-Guess you know never count out Zack Ryder.
[Zack Ryder gets picked up by his hair, and Azar Vulcan connects with a body slam. Azar Vulcan runs towards the ropes, and he goes for a spring board moonsault off of the second rope, but Zack Ryder moves out of the way. Azar Vulcan tries to get up to his feet, but Zack Ryder is able to hit a quick whiplash DDT that drives Azar Vulcan. This gives Zack Ryder the chance to recover. Azar Vulcan is slow to get up to his feet in the corner. Zack Ryder measures up on Azar Vulcan, and he runs at Azar Vulcan, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder backs out of the corner feeling the effects of the match. Azar Vuclan stumbles around, and he falls into a seated position. Zack Ryder looks around, and he hypes up the crowd. He fist pumps. Woo! Woo! Woo! Zack Ryder runs towards Azar Vulcan, and he connects with a broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder pulls Azar Vulcan into the middle of the ring. Zack Ryder goes into cover on Azar Vulcan. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Azar Vulcan!!]
JR-Zack Ryder might have turned the tables.
King-This must be sick.
Kris Gaffney-As much as he’s going to take so much ring entrance video!
[Zack Ryder waits for Azar Vulcan to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder goes for a rough Ryder, but Azar ducks under, and he connects with the Money Maker on Zack Ryder!! Zack Ryder goes down on the mat. Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..3!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan counters, and gets the victory.
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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.
Jim Ross: “My God, look at that monster—The Wretched Nobody! Six‑eleven, four‑hundred‑plus, and colder than a Salem winter night.”
Jerry “The King” Lawler: “JR, Hacksaw Jim Duggan’s patriotic 2x4 won’t be much help against that asylum escapee.”
Kris Gafney: “I hope Duggan updated his will, because Wretch doesn’t do feel‑good nostalgia.”
[The lights rebound to red, white, and blue as “USA!” chants rise; “Two by Four” blares and Hacksaw Jim Duggan stomps out, waving Old Glory and hollering his signature “Hoooo!” Though his spirit is fiery, the crowd can’t help but sense tonight’s mountain may be too steep. Duggan rolls in, points the 2x4 at Wretch in defiance, then hands it to the referee and readies his fists.]
Jim Ross: “God bless Hacksaw—heart bigger than Texas—but he’s staring at pure evil incarnate.”
Jerry Lawler: “Let’s hope heart beats horror, JR, but I’m not betting my crown.”
Kris Gafney: “Better bet a stretcher.”
[The bell rings. Duggan charges with classic right‑hand haymakers that bounce off Wretch’s broad chest like raindrops on iron. One monstrous palm shoots out—The Wretched Nobody throttles Duggan by the throat, lifts him high, and crushes him across his knee with the “Spine Chiller” chokeslam backbreaker. Duggan writhes, clutching his spine. Wretch stoops, yanks him up as though plucking a weed, and connects with a back breaker on Duggan
Jim Ross: “Spine Chiller AND a back breaker—Duggan’s back may be shattered!”
Jerry Lawler: “That’s hundreds of pounds crashing down—call a chiropractor… or a priest!”
Kris Gafney: “Old Glory just became a white flag, JR.”
[Wretch doesn’t pin. Instead, he hauls Duggan upright, dead‑lifting him into a torture‑rack backbreaker, parading the veteran’s limp body like a trophy while the crowd gasps. After several agonizing seconds he dumps Hacksaw to the mat, stalks to the far corner, and crouches—boot cocked, head low.]
Jim Ross: “He’s loading Trephination… someone stop this!”
Jerry Lawler: “Jim Duggan doesn’t even know where he is!”
Kris Gafney: “He’s about to know oblivion.”
[Duggan struggles onto one knee, waving a shaky USA hand—but as he stands, The Wretched Nobody explodes forward, drilling a devastating running big boot square into Duggan’s skull connecting with the “Trephination.” Hacksaw’s head snaps back, body corkscrewing to the canvas. Wretch plants one massive hand on Duggan’s chest, pinning him contemptuously. The referee counts: one… two… three.]
Jim Ross: “Mercifully, it’s over—an absolute demolition by The Wretched Nobody.”
Jerry Lawler: “Hacksaw showed guts, but he just got steam‑rolled.”
Kris Gafney: “Lesson of the night: patriotism can’t save you from nightmares.”
The arena lights dim as an eerie hush falls over the crowd. The tension is palpable, the anticipation thick in the air. Then, the opening bassline of Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees hits the speakers, and suddenly, the stage begins to rumble. A circular platform in the center of the ramp slowly rises, bathed in golden, flickering flames like a ritualistic summoning. From the depths below, Ziggy Thickness emerges, standing motionless atop the platform, arms folded across his chest, wearing oversized, dark-tinted sunglasses. His expression is impossibly serious, his stance almost menacing. The flames surrounding him flicker dramatically, casting ominous shadows across his frame.
He whips off his sunglasses and launches them into the crowd like a rockstar throwing a guitar pick. The second the glasses leave his hand, his entire demeanor shifts. Ziggy explodes into dance, his hips shimmying, his hands snapping, and his feet gliding in rhythm with the music. He struts down the ramp with the confidence of a 1970s disco king, slapping hands with fans, twirling dramatically, and even high-fiving a confused referee at ringside.
The ring announcer steps forward.
"Making his way to the ring, fighting out of the Boogie Wonderland! Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds of pure love, standing at a dangerous five feet and nine inches… he is The Prettiest Nightmare, Ziggy Thickness!"
Ziggy reaches ringside, hops up onto the apron, and wipes his forehead like he’s just put in a hard shift at Studio 54. With a dramatic deep breath, he slowly steps through the ropes before stopping in the center of the ring. Arms outstretched, he stands perfectly still for a moment, soaking in the energy of the crowd.
Without warning, he launches into a perfect backflip, landing with the grace of a gymnast and the confidence of a man who absolutely should not be that agile. The audience erupts in cheers as Ziggy raises his arms, basking in his own magnificence before casually moonwalking to his corner, giving a deep, over-the-top bow to the referee.
With a wink at the camera and a knowing smirk, Ziggy Thickness leans against the turnbuckle, ready for whatever comes next.
JR-This is Ziggy Thickness first match.
King-Seems fitting.
Kris Gaffney-Probably is.
(“World’s apart” blasts on the PA system. Sami Zayn walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Sami Zayn is talented, but he’s going to bring the fight to you. That’s the biggest thing.
King-Both are trying to impress a stable.
Kris Gaffney-Thus why they can relate
[Ziggy Thickness and Sami Zayn go face to face. They seem to be arguing about their “stables”. The bell rings, and they throw fists to the face, and it seems that Sami Zayn is getting the edge, but Ziggy Thickness fires back, and Sami ducks under one of the fists, and Sami Zayn runs towards the ropes, and out of no where despite dancing while Sami was running to the ropes, Ziggy Thickness connects with the Disco Inferno that drops Sami Zayn. Sami Zayn is slow to get up to his feet, once eh gets up to his feet Ziggy Thickness hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with the Thicc-End Driver on Sami Zayn. It seems Sami might be out of it. Ziggy Thickness goes into the cover on Sami Zayn. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………..2…….KICK OUT by Sami Zayn!!]
JR-Sami Zayn was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Sami Zayn is not someone who will give up.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that Kevin Owens is nodding right now.
[Sami Zayn gets picked up, but Sami Zayn counters with a reverse jaw breaker that stumbles back Ziggy Thickness, this gives Sami Zayn the chance to get up to his feet. Ziggy Thickness is able to recover, and he runs at Sami Zayn, and Sami Zayn is able to counter with a drop toe hold that sends Ziggy Thickness flying into the second rope, and Ziggy Thickness is in pain. Sami Zayn takes a few moments to rest up. Ziggy Thickness gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Sami Zayn hits a few fists to the face, and he tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Ziggy Thickness. Ziggy Thickness lowers his head as Sami bounces off of the ropes, Sami Zayn counters with a swinging neck breaker. This puts down Ziggy Thickness, and Ziggy is slow to get up in the corner, it looks like Sami Zayn is measuring him up.]
JR-It looks like Sami Zayn is looking to end this.
King-This won’t help Ziggy trying to join the Maledictum
Kris Gaffney-Not at all.
[Sami runs towards the corner, but before he connects. Ziggy Thickness moves out of the way. Sami gets out of the ropes. Sami gets picked up, and dropped with the Thicc-End!! Ziggy Thickness goes into the cover on Sami Zayn. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-Sami Zayn saw a chance, but it left an opening for Ziggy, and he was the one to get the victory.
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.
JR-Samael Dredd is looking to continue his momentum towards Hell on Earth.
King-However, he’s going to be tested as it’s rare that he faces someone just as big, and just as powerful.
Kris Gaffney-However, it is always an interesting question which will adapt, and win.
[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 also might be able to move a bit faster carrying less weight, but being a bit bigger.
King-However, that weight can be more impactful.
Kris Gaffney-That’s going to be something that Mansa tries to avoid.
[Samael Dredd and Mansa Carthage pace around the ring, Samael Dredd goes for a fist to the face, Mansa Carthage ducks under, and he connects with a few fists to the face, and Samael Dredd tries to once again answer with a fist, Mansa ducks under, and he hooks Samael Dredd, and he connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down Samael Dredd. Mansa Carthage gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He connects with a few stomps on the downed Samael Dredd. Mansa waits for Samael Dredd to get up to his feet. Mansa connects with a few fists to the face, and he whips Samael Dredd tot eh ropes, and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the orpes, and Mansa Carthage connects with a flying knee to the face that stumbles Samael Dredd. Mansa Carthage gets ready, and he connects with a super man punch that drops Samael Dredd. Mansa goes into the cover on Samael. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2….KICK OUT by Samael Dredd. Mansa Carthage waits for Samael Dredd.]
JR-Mansa Carthage has given Samael Dredd a fight.
King-Both wrestlers are powerful, but Dredd has less weight to carry, that might be giving him the edge a bit.
Kris Gaffney-But Dredd just needs a chance to use his advantages also.
[Samael Dredd is slow to get upt o his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Mansa grabs Dredd around the throat, but it’s countered with a knee lift by Samael Dredd, and he hooks Mansa Carthage, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a standing Uranage. Samael Dredd falls backwards. Mansa Carthage hits hard into the mat. Dredd takes a few moments to rest up, and he watches as Mansa Carthage rolls under the bottom ropes, and he gets up. He tries to get back into the ring, but Samael Dredd kicks Mansa Carthage, and he hooks him, and he drops him with the Doomsayer’s Curse that drops him down on the mat. Samael Dredd takes a few moments to rest up, this allows Mansa Carthage to get up to his feet. Samael Dredd lifts him up, and he drops him with the Last Rite!! Samael Dredd 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-Samael Dredd has able to show his power.
King-We knew it was a matter of time.
Kris Gaffney-One would have thought at least.
[Samael Dredd gets up, and he lifts him up, and he fights out of it. Mansa slides out of the back, and Dredd turns around, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with the Dragon’s Descend!! Mansa Carthage hooks the leg of Dredd to pin Samael Dredd. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage counters, and he 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 is looking to bounce back after his world title loss.
King-The IC title would be a good way to start.
Kris Gaffney-That’s true.
(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-Aari Maxwell is the former IC champion.
King-Well, he’ll have a chance to get a rematch if he can win here.
Kris Gaffney-Going to be difficult, but he’s up to the challenge.
[Aari Maxwell and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, and they lock up, Patrick Payne goes for arm bar, but it’s countered with an arm drag that sends Patrick Payne to get up to his feet. Patrick Payne gets knocked back down on the mat with a running clothesline that puts down Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, he whips Patrick Payne off of the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne gets knocked down with a flying back elbow to the face of Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet after hitting the mat, and Aari Maxwell connects with a running ezuguri to the side of the head. Aari Maxwell measures up on Patrick Payne, and he jumps on the second rope, and he connects with a spring board cutter that puts him down on the mat. Aari Maxwell 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. Aari Maxwell picks up Patrick Payne, and he connects with a body slam. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Aari Maxwell looking to end this match.
King-The PP Express hasn’t left the station.
Kris Gaffney-Not yet at least.
[Aari Maxwell goes for the 630 senton, but at the last moment Patrick Payne moves out of the way, and Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet as Aari Maxwell stumbles up out of breathe, Patrick Payne connects with a inverted Russian leg sweep that puts down Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne rolls into the corner, and Patrick Payne runs, and he connects with a jumping clothesline that stuns Aari Maxwell. Patrick Payne waits for Aari Maxwell, and he connects with a northern lights suplex. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell.]
JR-Patrick Payne has turned the tables on Aari Maxwell.
King-Crikey.
Kris Gaffney-This is true.
[Patrick Payne picks up Aari Maxwell. He connects with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes up to the top rope, but Aari Maxwell moves out of the way. Patrick Payne slowly gets up to his feet, and Patrick Payne gets lifted up, and dropped with a Gorilla Strength!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2…….3!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell will be getting his rematch at Hell on Earth.
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda is looking to attempt to gain a shot at becoming world champion again.
King-We have seen he can still rise to that level.
Kris Gaffney-No Badd Pun.
King-Guess not, that’s Baddddddddddddddddddddddddd
(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 going to bring a hardcore element to this match.
King-Not all triple threats have such an element despite the rules, but I wouldn’t expect that to hold in this match.
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[As the opening beats of "Protect Ya Neck" by Wu-Tang Clan start to resonate throughout the arena, the lights dim to a moody, understated ambiance. A single spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp, creating a sense of anticipation and mystery.]
[The titantron flickers to life, displaying a montage of New York City’s shadowy streets and skylines, setting the stage for Billy Breeze’s entrance. The screen then transitions to a spectral figure moving through the darkness, New Yorks own vigilante, The Crimson Wraith.]
[Suddenly, a soft, blue glow illuminates the ramp, casting a cool, ghostly light. A thin layer of fog creeps along the floor, adding to the spectral atmosphere, suggesting the presence of something or someone not quite of this world.]
[Then, emerging from the back, Billy Breeze strolls out nonchalantly, his demeanor calm and composed, but with a readiness that you cannot train for. He’s dressed in his signature ring gear, exuding a quiet confidence. Rex "Retro" Savage follows behind, his flamboyant attire contrasting with Billy’s simplicity, playing up to the crowd and hyping them up.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Hailing from the shadows of New York City, here is the enigmatic, the unpredictable... Specter, Billy Breeze!"
[Billy’s walk to the ring is unhurried, his eyes scanning the crowd with a detached yet intense gaze. The spotlight follows him, keeping him the focal point amidst the dimly lit arena. He occasionally pauses, giving the audience a nod or a slight smirk, but his silence speaks volumes.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Billy slides in effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. Rex "Retro" Savage takes a position at ringside, continuing to interact with the crowd and serve as Billy's charismatic mouthpiece.]
[The music and lights subtly shift as Billy prepares for the match, the fog dissipating and the spotlight fading, leaving Billy in the ring, a figure both enigmatic and ready for combat, as the arena buzzes with excitement for the upcoming match.]
JR-Billy Breeze striking ability should serve him well.
King-The Specter’s grip might seem like a move that might not lend itself to a match like this, but it can bring down an opponent quick.
Kris Gaffney-That’s a positive.
[Tony Ikeda, Billy Breeze, and Jack Lynch are standing on various sides of the ring. The bell rings, and all wrestlers look for the first move. Jack Lynch see’s a chance to go for Pandemonium Kick, but Billy Breeze see’s this coming, and he hooks Jack Lynch, and he throws him across the ring. He lands on Tony Ikeda who goes down on the mat. Billy Breeze waits as Jack Lynch gets up to his feet, and he kicks him in the gut, and he connects with a snap suplex that puts down Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch is in pain. Billy Breeze measures up on Jack Lynch who is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Billy Breeze runs towards the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Billy Breeze backs out of the corner, and Jack Lynch stumbles out of the corner. Billy Breeze connects with a harlem hook that drops Jack Lynch. Billy Breeze 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 got hit with a few big moves, but it’s going to take a lot more to defeat Jack Lynch.
King-Can’t blame Breeze for trying.
Kris Gaffney-That’s the name of the game.
[Tony Ikeda steps inside of the ring, and he grabs Billy Breeze, and he throws him hard into the corner, and he crashes inot the corner. Tony Ikeda waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda connects with a few fists to the face that that knocks him backwards. Tony Ikeda whips Jack Lynch to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jack Lynch bounces off of the ropes. Tony Ikeda connects with a one man flap jack that sends him down on the mat. Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet. Tony Ikeda ducks under a wild fist to the face by Jack Lynch, and he hooks him into a full nelson, and he drops him with a full nelson slam!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…….KICK OUT by Jack Lynch!!]
JR-Almost three by Jack Lynch.
King-Don’t you mean Jacky Lynch?
Kris Gaffney-Probably not.
[Tony Ikeda gets up, and Billy Breeze him throw fists to the face, neither gaining the advantage, but what they don’t realize is that Jack Lynch is getting up to his feet. Jack Lynch runs towards then, and connects with a cross body block that sends both wrestlers flying over the top rope, and they crash into the mat. All wrestlers are on the mat trying to recover, and Tony Ikeda runs towards Jack Lynch, but Jack Lynch counters with a drop toe hold that sends him flying down on the steel steps. Jack Lynch goes to measure up on Billy Breeze, and Billy Breeze gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jack Lynch connects with a pandemonium kick to the face. Jack Lynch throws Billy Breeze into the ring. Jack Lynch puts in a table. Jack Lynch sets up the table. Jack Lynch goes to the outside of the ring, and he connects with a DDT inot the mat on Tony Ikeda. Jack Lynch brings in a barbwire bat. Jack Lynch waits for Billy Breeze, and he smashes the barbwire bat on the face of Billy Breeze. Breeze falls on the table. Billy Breeze is bleeding, Jack Lynch goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-It seems that Jack Lynch is looking to end this.
King-Wait, that’s not in my notes, this isn’t good, it’s BADDDDDDDDDDDDD
Kris Gaffney-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD…
[Jack Lynch is up to the top rope, but out of no where Tony Ikeda comes out of no where, and he jumps on the ropes, and Jack Lynch and him throw fists. Neither are backing down, they even exchange head butts. All this allows is for Billy Breeze to climb up on the ropes, and he joins this situation. This gets the crowd hyped, suddenly they fall off the ring ropes, and they all crash through the table….all competitors are down. But Billy Breeze and Tony Ikeda have their arms over Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..3!!]
JR-Billy Breeze and Tony Ikeda were able to pin Jack Lynch at the same time.
King-What does that…
Kris Gaffney-You know what that mean, two winners.
(All competitors are feeling the effects of the match as Shockwave goes off the air.)
