(The EMF logo flashes on the screen)
(We open as pyrotechnics rain down on the stage. The lights turn on, and fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. The camera zooms out to display the location information, we get one more final shot of the crowd 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. We have quite the show for you tonight.
King-Tonight Mansa Carthage takes on Azar Vulcan….Mansa has been impressive…but what will he do when he faces someone who is already better than everyone?
Kris Gaffney-Always something I am wondering about.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
[div align="center"][video][/video][/div]
[The arena lights dim to a near blackout, plunging the audience into darkness. A low hum begins to emanate from the speakers, building a sense of uneasy anticipation. The crowd is restless, unsure of what to expect. Suddenly, a single, flickering spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp, casting long shadows that dance across the floor like specters. The haunting, familiar melody of "Over the Rainbow" by Judy Garland begins to play softly over the speakers, its gentle notes drifting through the arena like a lullaby from another world.]
Ring Announcer (with a mix of uncertainty and dread):
"Ladies and gentlemen... making his way to the ring... from Ravenwood Asylum, Hollow Point, Maine... weighing in at 207 pounds... Victor... 'Vex'... Thorn!"
[As the announcer's voice echoes through the arena, the song continues to play softly, its calm, dream-like quality creating a chilling contrast with the darkness of the arena. Slowly, from behind the curtain, emerges Victor "Vex" Thorn. His movements are slow and deliberate, almost as if he’s gliding rather than walking. He is dressed in a tattered, old-style suit jacket that looks decades out of fashion, with loose, dirt-stained pants and mismatched shoes—an attire that looks as though it was pieced together from a forgotten wardrobe in the depths of an asylum. His head is slightly tilted to the side, his expression a blank canvas that shifts subtly between confusion, curiosity, and something far more sinister.]
[The spotlight follows Victor as he begins his descent down the ramp, his pace methodical and unpredictable. With each step, his head twitches, his eyes darting around as if he’s listening to voices that no one else can hear. The soft notes of "Over the Rainbow" continue to float through the arena, but the melody now carries an eerie distortion—stretching and bending in places, creating a warped sense of nostalgia that sends chills down the spines of those watching.]
[Halfway down the ramp, Victor stops abruptly, his body rigid. He stands motionless for a few seconds, staring blankly ahead as if he's frozen in time. The music suddenly distorts further—notes dragging unnaturally, almost as if the record is being slowed down by an unseen hand. His lips curl into a small, almost childlike smile, but there’s no warmth in it—only a cold, unsettling emptiness. Suddenly, Victor's head snaps to the side, and his expression shifts to one of intense focus. He begins to mumble to himself, his words incoherent and frantic, his eyes darting back and forth. The audience is left in an uneasy silence, with only the distorted melody filling the void.]
[The song picks up again, playing normally for a few more notes, but now with a faint echo that seems to bounce around the arena like ghostly whispers. Victor resumes his approach to the ring, but his movements become more erratic—at times, he shuffles like a puppet with broken strings; other times, he moves with an eerie grace, almost like a dancer in a dark, twisted ballet.]
[As he reaches ringside, he suddenly lunges forward and grabs the bottom rope, his face inches away from the camera. His eyes widen, his mouth contorts into a manic grin, and he begins to laugh—a soft, breathy giggle that grows louder and more deranged with each passing second. The laughter is amplified through the speakers, layered with an unsettling echo, making it seem as if there are multiple voices laughing alongside him. The crowd watches in stunned silence, unsure whether to be horrified or mesmerized by the spectacle unfolding before them.]
[Victor crawls under the bottom rope and into the ring, still giggling uncontrollably. He crawls on all fours toward the center, where he slowly rises to his feet. He stands in the middle of the ring, his head down, the giggling fading into a low hum. Suddenly, the music cuts off, leaving the arena in absolute silence. Victor’s head snaps up, and his eyes lock onto the hard camera. The eerie smile vanishes, replaced by a cold, emotionless stare. The audience feels a collective shiver as he stands there, unblinking, as if staring directly into their souls.]
[Then, without warning, he throws his head back and lets out a blood-curdling scream—a sound that pierces through the silence like a knife. The arena lights flash wildly, alternating between blinding white and total darkness in rapid succession, creating a disorienting strobe effect. The crowd gasps, some even recoiling in their seats from the sheer intensity of it all. The scream suddenly cuts off, and the lights go completely dark once more.]
[For a moment, there is nothing but darkness and silence. Then, the flickering spotlight returns, revealing Victor standing perfectly still in his corner, his head tilted, his eyes wide and unblinking. He begins to sway gently from side to side, almost as if he’s rocking himself to sleep. The song "Over the Rainbow" starts again, but this time it's warped and distant, as if playing from an old, broken music box. The effect is haunting—an innocent melody turned into a chilling lullaby for a broken mind.]
[The audience remains in stunned silence, unsure of what they’ve just witnessed. Victor "Vex" Thorn stands there, swaying, his presence alone enough to fill the arena with an air of unpredictable danger. The crowd knows that whatever comes next will be unlike anything they've ever seen before.]
JR-The Blokes are going to be difficult challenge.
King-After all they have an Irish GOD.
Kris Gaffney-Guess nothing else matters.
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.
(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-Both these two have been successful as singles wrestlers, but we’ll see if they can be a tag team.
King-They are no Road Dogg and X-Pac though!
Kris Gaffney-No one is…
[Victor Thorne and Samael Dredd pace around the ring, and they lock up. Samael Dredd throws him hard into the corner. Samael Dredd connects with a few fists to the face that stuns him, and he brings out Victor Thorne out of the corner, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He connects with the Plague’s wind that drops Victor Thorne. He is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet Samael Dredd connects with a head butt that sends him falling out of the ring, and he is slow to get to his feet. Samael Dredd connects with a kick to the face that stuns Victor Thorne. Samael Dredd connects with the Doomsayers curse. Samael Dredd makes the tag to Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine steps inside of the ring. Fenrir Kaine waits for Victor Thorne gets up to his feet, and Fenrir Kaine, and he connects with a spinning uranage that drops Victor Thorne. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Victor Thorne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………KICK OUT by Victor Thorne.]
JR-Fenrir Kaine almost got the three there.
King-We’ll see what he can do from here.
[Fenrir Kaine picks up Victor Thorne, and he lifts up Victor Thorne, and he slides out of the back, and he makes the tag to Lugus Cuhullin. Who steps inside of the ring, and he throws fists to the face, and Fenrir Kaine goes for a fist to the face, but Lugus Cuhullin ducks under, and connects with a round house kick into a german suplex. Lugus Cuhullin makes the tag to Victor Thor. He steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a few stomps on the downed Fenrir Kaine.]
JR-Victor Thorne might be looking to end this match.
King-Shut up JR!
[Fenrir Kaine gets picked up by Victor Thorne, and he gets set up, but Fenrir slides out of the back. Victor Thorne gets pushed towards Lugus. Lugus falls off of the apron. Fenrir lifts him up,a nd he drops him with a Eclipse Driver!! Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Victor. The ref goes into position to make the count The ref counts 1………..2………3!!]
JR-The Mandictum get the win.
King-Think we can say Ziggy Thickness is a winner too?
Kris Gaffney-NOPE!
(“El Grande Americano’s theme” blasts on the PA system. El Grande Americano walks out on the stage, and he walks down the ramp, and into the ring.)
JR-It feels like I’ve seen this situation before.
King-Feels like I seen this a lot.
Kris Gaffney-At least it’s not Chad Gable.
[div align="center"][video][/video][/div]
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 likely doesn’t care who is under the mask.
King-All he cares about is another person to smash.
Kris Gaffney-Ouch.
[El Grande Americano points to the Wretched Nobody as the bell rings, and the Wretched Nobody connects with a knee lift, and he whips him to the ropes. The Wretched Nobody lowers his head, and he connects with a big back body drop that sends El Grande Americano flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. He is slow to get upto his feet. El Grande Americano slowly gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody sets him up, and he connects with a fall away slam. Grande El Americano gets up, he falls into the corner. The Wretched Nobody runs towards him, and smashes him into the corner. The Wretched Nobody stumbles out of the corner. The Wretched Nobody grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a spine chiller. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on El Grande Americano. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………KICK OUT by El Grande Americano!!]
JR-El Grande Americano kicks out.
King-Good thing Chad Gable isnt’ around.
Kris Gaffney-He wouldn’t like this at all.
[The Wretched Nobody goes into the corner, and he measures up on El Grande Americano. He goes for a trephination, but el Grande American ducks under, and he kicks the Wretched Nobody in the gut, and he connects with a DDT on the mat.]
JR-El Grande Americano might have gotten a chance to recover.
King-Wonder what Chad Gable would think now?
Kris Gaffney-He’s probably wondering why he’s…I mean El Grande Americano is always getting himself in these situations.
[The Wretched Nobody gets up, El Grande Americano hooks the Wretched Nobody. The Wretched Nobody connects with back elbows, El Grande Americano stumbles backwards. The Wretched Nobody connects with the trephination!! El Grande Americano is down. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on El Grande Americano. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]
JR-The Wretched Nobody however finishes off El Grande Americano.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-This is another stable battle.
King-Although, it is the NEW Bloodline.
Kris Gaffney-That’s never a good sign.
(“Jacob Fatu’s theme” blasts on the PA system. Jacob Fatu walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring after walking down the ramp.)
JR-Jacob had some words for Zack Ryder.
King-Kind of wonder if it’ll get under Zack’s skin.
Kris Gaffney-Not much shakes Ryder, that’s for sure.
[Jacob Fatu stands in the middle of the ring, and yells out. He throws a wild fist, and Zack Ryder ducks under, and he connects with a few fists of his own. Zack Ryder tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Jacob Fatu. Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes. Jacob Fatu lowers his head, but it’s kicked in the face by Zack Ryder. Jacob Fatu goes for another wild fist to the face, but it’s ducked under. Jacob Fatu gets hit with a reverse neck breaker by Zack Ryder. Jacob Fatu rolls away, and he gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jacob Fatu falls into the corner. Zack Ryder runs towards the corner, and he connects with a cltoehsline in the corner, Fatu stumbles out a few steps, and he falls into the corner into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up, and he fists pumps. WOO! Woo! Woo! Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Jacob Fatu. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2….KICK OUT by Jacob Fatu!!]
JR-Jacob Fatu was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-I’m going to guess Zack Ryder heard what Jacob had to say.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe…
[Zack Ryder sets up, and he goes for the Rough Ryder. But Jacob Fatu blocks it, and he connects with a power bomb on Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder is in pain, and he is slow to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder gets dropped down with a super kick by Jacob Fatu. Jacob Fatu takes a few moments to rest up, and once he see’s Zack Ryder to get up to his feet. Jacob Fatu connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Jacob Fatu whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a pop up samoan drop!! Jacob Fatu 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. Jacob picks up Zack Ryder, and he connects with a body slam. Jacob climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Jacob Fatu looks to end this match.
King- Think Solo will approve?
Kris Gaffney-Probably not…
[Jacob Fatu jumps off, and Zack Ryder moves out of the way. Jacob Fatu is slow to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with the Rough Ryder!! Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Jacob Fatu. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]
JR-Jacob Fatu missed with the moonsult, and Zack Ryder took advantage.
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he walks to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda is looking to get into a title race.
King-He’s been looking to be a world champion for a while now.
Kris Gaffney-No matter how you view First Blood, what we all agree on is there is reason for Tony to avenge that moment.
(“the duck song” blasts on the PA system. Kenny Omegrape stands at the bottom of the ramp, and gets a water melon rolled down to the ring, and he goes flying like a bowling pin into the ring.)
JR-I still don’t get this…
King-That’s because if you tried, your head would explode!
[video size="small" src=""][/video]
[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 says he’s his true self.
King-Too bad Maledictum can’t stand up to GOD!
Kris Gaffney-I’m sure they will be pleased to know that.
[Tony Ikeda, Kenny Omegrape, and Austin Jameson Mercer wait for the first move as the bell rings. Kenny Omegrape goes after Tony Ikeda for the Melon Gods. Tony Ikeda ducks under one of the fist, and he hooks on a full nelson. Kenny Omegrape counters with a snapmare, Tony Ikeda gets up, and Kenny Omegrape runs at Tony, Tony counters by throwing him towards Austin Jameson Mercer. AJM falls out of the ring. Kenny Omegrape stumbles towards Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda connects with a reverse jaw breaker. Kenny Omegrape throws a wild fist, and Tony Ikeda hooks Kenny Omegrape. Tony Ikeda connects with a full nelson slam on Kenny Omegrape. Tony Ikeda goes 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.]
JR-Kenny Omegrape tried to go after Tony Ikeda, but Tony took advantage.
King-The Melon Gods are just trying to show him he can’t beat the Melon Gods!!
Kris Gaffney-That’s what their doing?
[Tony Ikeda gets turns around, and Tony Ikeda answers with a knee lift into the gut by Austin Jameson Mercer. AJM stumbles backwards. Tony Ikeda runs towards Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer counters with a hot shot that makes Tony Ikeda fly towards the top rope, he turns around. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a clothesline over the top rope. He crashes down on the mat. Austin Jameson Mercer goes to the outside of the ring, and he waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet, and once he gets up, he connects with a red carpet that puts down Tony Ikeda. Austin Jameson Mercer picks up Tony Ikeda, and he throws him otwards the steel steps, and he crashes into the steel steps. Austin Jameson Mercer goes into the ring, and he waits for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet.]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer is looking to finish this match.
King-I think he’d have more luck with the guy with bad fruit.
[Kenny Omegrape gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer kicks him in the gut, and he sets him, but Kenny Omegrape shifts his weight, and then he pushes otwards the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes. Kenny Omegrape connects with a flying knee to the face of Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer stumble backwards. Kenny Omegrape connects with a kick to the gut, and he connects with a DDT. Austin Jameson Mercer is on his knee’s, and once he connects with a fist on Tony Ikeda. He connects with a running knee to the face of AJM. Kenny Omegrape goes into the cover on Tony. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda!!]
JR-Almost three there!
King-Tony could avoided all of this if he just picked a better fruit!
Kris Gaffney-Interesting take..
King-It’s the only take that matters!
[Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Kenny Omegrape hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up into a vertical suplex position. Tony Ikeda slides out of the back. Tony Ikeda connects with the Full nelson suplex!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the coutn. The ref counts 1…………..2………..Austin Jameson Mercer flys into the picture, and he connects with a Final Act on Tony and Kenny. Tony falls out of the ring. Austin Jameson Mercer goes into the cover on Kenny. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………….3!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer gets the victory!
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 is looking to get into a title race.
King-Ragnar has a lot of power moves that will help him in this match.
Kris Gaffney-Both these wrestlers are winners, I’m certain that neither are going to be defeated easily.
[div align="center"][video][/bbvideo][/align]
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 a few month’s back lost the world championship, tonight he attempts to bounce back.
King-This would be a good step for sure.
[Ragnar Ayerswindale, and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, they lock up. Patrick Payne puts Ragnar into a side head lock. Patrick Payne holds on the pressure, but Ragnar Ayerswindale looks for a way out of the hold. Ragnar Ayerswindale goes for a belly to back suplex. Patrick Payne is able to roll out of the back, and Patrick Payne waits as Ragnar Ayerswindale to turn around, and he picks him up, and he drops him with an inverted atomic drop. Ragnar Ayerswindale stumbles backwards in pain. Patrick Payne comes off of the ropes, and he connects with a flying diving clothesline that puts down Ragnar Ayerswindale. Patrick Payne runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a one handed crusher on Ragnar. Patrick Payne climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off, and he connects with a Flight risk on Ragnar Ayerswindale. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Ragnar Ayerswindale. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……..KICK OUT by Ragnar Ayerswindale!!]
JR-Patrick Payne almost was able to get the three on Ragnar Ayerswindale.
King-The Melon Gods would have allowed Ragnar to avoid that.
Kris Gaffney-Unless they don’t…
[Patrick Payne gets up, and he waits for Ragnar Ayerswindale to get up to his feet. Patrick Payne kicks him in the gut, and he is able to spin out of the move. Ragnar Ayerswindale is able to lift up Patrick Payne, and he connects with a standing spike spine buster that puts down Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne is down on the mat. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Patrick Payne, and he whips Patrick Payne to the ropes, Patrick bounces off of the ropes. Ragnar Ayerswindale lowers his head, and he connects with a big back body drop that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the corner, and he waits for Patrick Payne to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, Patrick Payne turns, and Ragnar Ayerswindale runs out of the corner, and he connects with the Gunginar Spear!! Patrick Payne is down on the mat. Ragnar Ayerswindale 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 Payne got hit with a big move, but he was able to kick out.
King-Guess god vs. train is a closer match than one would expect….if it was the Melon Gods though..
Kris Gaffney-You knew that was coming…
[Ragnar picks up Patrick and he sets him up into a power bomb. But Patrick Payne spins out. Ragnar goes for a clothesline, Patrick ducks under, and he kicks Ragnar in the gut, and Patrick Payne sets up Ragnar and he drops him with the Payne Per View!! Patrick goes into the cover on Ragnar. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-Patrick Payne gets the victory!
[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 is gaining momentum.
Kris Gaffney-Beating the world champion would help that.
King-Too bad he’s already not better than him!
[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 is looking to continue his momentum.
King-He’s better than everyone else, what else does he need?
Kris Gaffney-Reminders?
King-Guess that’s true…
[Azar Vulcan stand in the middle of the ring with Mansa Carthage. They stare down each other, and the bell rings. Azar Vulcan ducks under a wild fist by Mansa Carthage, and he connects with a few fists to the face. Mansa Carthage counters with a knee lift, but just as Mansa Carthage thinks he has the upper hand, Azar Vulcan pokes him in the eyes. Mansa Carthage stumbles backwards blinded. Azar Vulcan connect swith a few fists to the face. Mansa Carthage is stunned. Azar Vulcan tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Mansa Carthage. Azar Vulcan bounces off of the ropes, Mansa Carthage lowers his head, but Azar Vulcan connects with a running knee lift that stumbles Mansa Carthage. Mansa Carthage throws a wild fist to the face, and Azar Vulcan ducks under, and he connects with a reverse neck breaker on Mansa Carthage. Azar Vulcan waits as Mansa Carthage Azar Vulcan lifts up Mansa Carthage and he connects with a body slam. Mansa Carthage is down on the mat. Azar Vuclan runs towards the ropes, and he spring boards off of the second rope, and he connects with a spring board moonsault!! Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage!!]
JR-Almost three there by Azar Vulcan!
King-Wonder what Mansa Carthage thinks about Azar being better than him?
Kris Gaffney-Mansa has always kept us on our toes…that’s for sure.
[Azar Vulcan waits for Mansa Carthage to get up to his feet, and Azar Vulcan goes for the money maker, but Mansa Carthage ducks under. Mansa Carthage pushes Azar Vulcan to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Azar Vulcan gets lifted up, and dropped with a super man punch. Mansa Carthage falls backwards, and he falls on the ropes trying to recover, and Azar Vulcan gets up, and he runs towards Mansa Carthage. Mansa Carthage counters with a hot shot that sends Azar Vulcan flying through the air, and he falls on the top rope. Azar Vulcan stumbles around. Mansa Carthage waits for Azar Vulcan to stumble right towards him, and Mansa Carthage grabs Azar Vulcan by the throat, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a choke slam!! Mansa Carthage thinking quickly decides to try to end this match, and he grabs Azar Vulcan, he lifts him up, and he drops him with the tombstone piledriver!! Mansa Carthage 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-Those moves have won other wrestlers a lot of matches.
King-Let’s remember those wrestlers mastered those moves.
Kris Gaffney-Like you and the piledriver?
King-Exactly?
Kris Gaffney-So what happened in the WWE?
King-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!
[Azar Vulcan is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet Mansa lifts up Azar for the Dragon’s Descent. But Azar Vulcan slides down the back into a sunset flip, Mansa is falling backwards. Mansa jumps in the air trying to counter. Azar Vulcan moves out of the way. Mansa crashes down on the mat. Azar Vulcan hooks the leg of Mansa into a pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………3!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan used the momentary shock of that move to get the victory.
King-I think Mansa was just shocked on how good Azar is.
(Azar Vulcan rolls out of the ring, and he celebrates his win on the ramp as Shockwave goes off the air.)
