(Copyright information is shown. We go to a shot of Azar Vulcan winning the world championship from Patrick Payne in a triple threat. Azar is able to escape the cage, and then now they are facing each other in a last man standing match. An introduction screen welcomes us to Whiplash 2025 The lights are turned off, and pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on as the fireworks end the fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd, and it zooms out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd and the commentary team starts to talk over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to the 2025 edition of Whiplash, I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight Patrick Payne will attempt to gain back the world championship against Azar Vulcan.
Kris Gaffney-However he’s going to have to prove he can keep him down for a 10 count.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
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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 feels changed after joining the Maledictum took him in.
King-The big question…will it bring him gold.
Kris Gaffney-This is one night to find out.
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-Jackson Gunner is also a former world champion who is a long TV champion.
King-It’s not going to be easy for Austin Jameson Mercer.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that the history between Jackson and Austin due to the A Few Badd Men vs. The Golden Empire days will be a big part of this match
[Jackson Gunner and Austin Jameson Mercer pace around the ring, Austin Jameson Mercer runs towards Jackson Gunner and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Austin Jameson Mercer goes for the Red Carpet, but Jackson Gunner ducks under, and he hooks Austin Jameson Mercer, and he connects with belly to back suplex that puts down Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer falls on the mat in pain. He rolls away, and he slowly gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner waits for Austin Jameson Mercer to get up to his feet. Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, Jackson Gunner tries to whip Austin Jameson Mercer to the ropes, but Austin Jameson Mercer reverses the whip. Jackson Gunner lowers his head, and he connects with a running knee to the face. This turns Austin Jameson Mercer around, and Jackson Gunner connects with a reverse neck breaker. Jackson Gunner grabs Austin Jameson Mercer, and he double under hooks him, and he connects with a double under hook sit down power bomb with a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……..KICK OUT by Austin Jameson Mercer!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner almost won there.
King-Austin Jameson Mercer wouldn’t let it end there.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe that’s the difference between this new version of him.
[Austin Jameson Mercer gets picked up by Jackson Gunner, but Austin Jameson Mercer is able to rake the eyes of Jackson Gunner. This blinds Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner stumbles around, and Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a red carpet that puts down Jackson Gunner. Austin Jameson Mercer falls on the ropes, and Jackson Gunner is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, Austin Jameson Mercer attacks him, and he connects with a few fists to the face, this backs up Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner gets whipped to the ropes. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes, Austin Jameson Mercer lowers his head, and he connects with a big back body drop that sends him flying across the ring, and he crashes down on the mat. Jackson Gunner is slow 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 hooks him, and he connects with a world premiere. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner was able to kick out.
King-That world premiere was good, but not perfect
Kris Gaffney-throws a towel behind his back and catches it
[Austin Jameson Mercer picks up Jackson Gunner, and he lifts him up, but Jackson Gunner is able to slide on the back of AJM, Jackson Gunner picks him up, but Austin connects with a few back elbows. Austin Jameson Mercer pushes him towards the ref, Gunner stops himself, Austin Jameson Mercer is able to get away with a low blow. AJM connects with a DDT. Austin Jameson Mercer goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he goes for the Final Cut, but at the last second Jackson Gunner moves out of the way. Austin Jameson Mercer crashes into the mat. He slowly gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner picks up AJM, and he connects with the Burning Samaon!! Austin Jameson Mercer is down on the mat. 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-Austin Jameson Mercer might have been a bit over confident, and it led Jackson Gunner to see an opening, and got the victory.
[The arena pulses with energy, fans eagerly anticipating the showdown about to unfold. Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu emerge onto the ramp first, walking with a powerful and menacing presence. Sikoa’s intense gaze scans the crowd, while Fatu beats his chest, roaring fiercely to pump himself up. They stride confidently down the ramp, climbing into the ring and taking a dominant position.]
Jim Ross: “These two men are absolute powerhouses. Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu might be the toughest duo we've seen in recent memory.”
Jerry "The King" Lawler: “They're terrifying, JR! I wouldn’t want to be across the ring from them!”
Kris Gafney: “They’re about to remind everyone here why you don’t underestimate raw aggression. Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa might be biting off more than they can chew!”
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The arena dims—clean and sharp. No theatrics. Just focus. Then—
“Return of the Mac” hits with that unmistakable groove.
The bass kicks in. The crowd pops.
They know what time it is.
Little Mac steps through the curtain.
He’s wearing a sleeveless hoodie—unzipped, hood down—his hands wrapped tight in black tape, knuckles calloused and exposed.
He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing lightly, eyes sharp, focused. He’s not playing to the crowd—he’s staying loose, staying ready.
Behind him, cool and steady, is Doc Louis, gum in his mouth, towel over one shoulder, nodding like he’s seen this win already.
Mac moves with confidence. Controlled swagger.
Taps his fists together as he walks.
No flash. No posturing. Just presence.
The strobe lights hit light gold and white as the beat pulses, but never overwhelm—because Mac’s energy doesn’t need dressing up.
The fans reach out—he slaps a few hands, nods to others, but he never stops moving. His rhythm is the beat of the ring.
He slides into the ring clean and low, pops up in one fluid motion, and immediately circles the ropes once—keeping his hands moving.
A short jab. A sidestep.
Always working. Always tuned in.
He hits the corner turnbuckle, hops up to the second rope, and raises one wrapped fist in the air—no grin, no posing. Just a statement:
“You’re stepping into my fight now.”
Samantha Irvin fires off with intensity:
"Making his way to the ring… accompanied by Doc Louis… from the Bronx, New York… weighing in at 200 pounds… he is THE PRIZE FIGHTER… LITTLLLLLLLEEEEE MAC!"
Mac drops down, rolls his shoulders, paces back to his corner. Doc gives him a nod, mutters something low.
Mac taps his fists together, leans into the ropes, and eyes his opponent like a sniper finding range.
He doesn’t flex.
He doesn’t scream.
He fights.
And you’d better pray your chin holds up.
Jim Ross: “Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa! These two have captured the hearts of this EMF audience!”
Jerry Lawler: “They’re energetic, charismatic, and talented—but will that be enough tonight, JR?”
Kris Gafney: “They better hope so, or they're going home in body bags!”
[Both teams now occupy the ring, tension building as the referee signals for the bell. Solo Sikoa and Little Mac start things off, cautiously circling each other before locking up. Sikoa uses his power to immediately shove Little Mac to the mat. Little Mac rolls back up quickly, nodding with a smirk, acknowledging Sikoa’s strength. He charges in again, ducking beneath a powerful swing and responding with rapid-fire body shots, landing punches at blistering speed. Sikoa stumbles slightly backward, momentarily off-balance.]
Jim Ross: “Little Mac is lightning fast with those punches! That boxing background might serve him well here!”
Jerry Lawler: “He’s going to need more than speed, JR. One mistake and Solo will flatten him!”
[Little Mac, sensing opportunity, hits the ropes and charges again, but Solo anticipates it and catches him with a devastating clothesline. Solo quickly drags Little Mac toward his corner, tagging in Jacob Fatu. Fatu wastes no time, stomping Little Mac relentlessly before lifting him and hitting a powerful Samoan Drop, driving Mac hard into the mat. Fatu covers, but only gets a two-count.]
Kris Gafney: “That was brutal! Little Mac might be quicker, but power always wins in the end!
[Fatu pulls Little Mac up again, but Mac fights back desperately with elbow strikes to Fatu’s midsection, creating just enough space to dive toward his corner and tag Luca Bellarosa. Bellarosa enters with intensity, immediately taking the fight to Fatu, exchanging fierce strikes. Bellarosa delivers a sharp European uppercut followed by a quick DDT, planting Fatu into the canvas. Bellarosa covers quickly, but Fatu powers out at two.]
Jim Ross: “Luca Bellarosa showing tremendous heart and fire, folks! This man is relentless!”
Jerry Lawler: “But can he keep this momentum against the raw strength of Jacob Fatu?”
[Bellarosa tries to maintain control, grabbing Fatu’s leg and going for a submission, but Fatu kicks him away powerfully, scrambling back to his feet. Fatu charges and crushes Bellarosa with a massive running splash into the corner. He tags Solo back in, who climbs the turnbuckle and dives with a flying elbow, narrowly missing as Bellarosa rolls clear at the last second.]
Jim Ross: “Missed opportunity! This could be the opening Bellarosa needs!”
[Bellarosa crawls toward his corner and manages to tag in Little Mac, who leaps over the ropes, firing up the crowd. He runs at Solo, unleashing a swift combination of punches and kicks, staggering Solo. He follows with a running bulldog, driving Solo face-first into the mat. Little Mac makes a quick cover, but Jacob Fatu rushes in, breaking the count just before three.]
Jerry Lawler: “Close call there! Solo needs to shake it off!”
Kris Gafney: “I’m starting to think these underdogs have a chance here! It’s madness!”
[Fatu drags Solo to their corner and tags himself in. He stalks Little Mac, attempting another big splash, but Little Mac rolls aside. Luca Bellarosa tags back in and climbs quickly to the top rope, diving off and connecting with a precision missile dropkick. Fatu falls back heavily, and Bellarosa covers immediately, but Solo again intervenes. This prompts Little Mac to charge across the ring, tackling Solo and both tumble over the ropes, crashing hard onto the floor outside.]
Jim Ross: “Chaos outside! Both men are down!
Jerry Lawler: “The referee needs to get control here!”
[Inside the ring, Bellarosa recovers first, watching carefully as Fatu struggles to his feet. As Fatu stands, Bellarosa charges, nailing him with a devastating running knee strike. Fatu staggers back into the ropes, rebounding straight into Bellarosa’s grasp. Bellarosa summons all his strength, executing a flawless, high-impact belly-to-belly suplex, sending Fatu crashing down in the center of the ring.]
Jim Ross: “What power! Bellarosa with an incredible suplex!”
Jerry Lawler: “I can’t believe he got Fatu up!”
[Bellarosa covers, hooking both legs tightly. The referee counts: one… two… three! The bell rings, signaling the victory as the crowd erupts in excitement and cheers.]
Jim Ross: “They’ve done it! Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa overcome the odds and win!”
Jerry Lawler: “What a shocking victory! The powerhouses Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu have been defeated!”
Kris Gafney: “Even I have to admit, that was one hell of a fight! Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa just proved everyone wrong!”
[Little Mac climbs back into the ring, celebrating alongside Luca Bellarosa. Both men raise their hands victoriously, absorbing the adulation of the roaring crowd, knowing they've earned every bit of this incredible win.]
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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: “Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves. The Wretched Nobody has arrived, and every step he takes sends chills down my spine.”
Jerry "The King" Lawler: “JR, I've seen a lot in my years here, but nothing prepares you for the terror this monster brings!”
Kris Gafney: “Curt Hennig better be ‘Perfect’ tonight, because anything less means he's leaving this ring broken!”
[Suddenly, the arena lighting shifts to bright whites and blues, signaling the entrance of Curt Hennig. His iconic music hits the air, igniting a more hopeful response from the crowd. With confident swagger and an arrogant smile, Hennig steps out onto the stage, chewing his gum before spitting it into the air and swatting it aside, a signature move that elicits cheers and nostalgia from longtime fans.]
Jim Ross: “Curt Hennig, known to fans worldwide as Mr. Perfect, looks confident, King.”
Jerry Lawler: “Confidence won’t save him tonight, JR. Not when facing an unstoppable force like The Wretched Nobody.”
[Hennig climbs into the ring, bouncing lightly from foot to foot, sizing up his massive opponent. The bell rings, and immediately, Hennig circles cautiously, looking for openings. He lunges forward with a series of quick jabs and chops, sharp and precise, aiming for speed over power. The Wretched Nobody barely moves, absorbing each strike like they're nothing more than nuisances.]
Jim Ross: “Hennig testing the waters early here, using his quickness. But The Wretched Nobody is not even flinching!”
Jerry Lawler: “It's like punching a brick wall!”
[Frustration flashes across Hennig’s face, prompting him to hit the ropes for additional momentum. He leaps, attempting a cross-body—but The Wretched Nobody catches him effortlessly mid-air. Without hesitation, the giant pivots and drives Hennig brutally into the canvas with a spine-shattering powerslam. The impact reverberates through the ring, silencing the crowd instantly.]
Kris Gafney: “I felt that from here! That might've knocked the ‘Perfect’ right out of Curt Hennig!”
[The Wretched Nobody, expression hidden behind his mask but clearly unmoved, lifts Hennig by the hair effortlessly, tossing him into the corner turnbuckle with alarming force. Hennig slumps in pain, struggling to maintain his footing. The Wretched Nobody follows immediately, charging like a freight train and connecting with a thunderous splash, crushing Hennig between his enormous frame and the unforgiving turnbuckles.]
Jim Ross: “Hennig's in dire trouble here, folks. This is a mauling!”
Jerry Lawler: “If Curt had a plan, he better change it quickly. He's being dismantled!”
[Unrelenting, The Wretched Nobody grabs Hennig again, hoisting him overhead in a military press, showcasing terrifying strength. He walks slowly, displaying Hennig like a trophy before unceremoniously dropping him face-first onto the mat. Hennig bounces violently, rolling onto his back, visibly dazed and gasping for breath.]
Kris Gafney: “He's toying with Mr. Perfect now, JR. This is brutal!”
[Hennig, in a desperate attempt, crawls toward the ropes, seeking momentary refuge. But The Wretched Nobody denies any reprieve, gripping Hennig’s ankle and dragging him mercilessly back to the ring center. With methodical brutality, he applies a crushing nerve hold, his massive fingers digging deeply into Hennig’s trapezius muscle. Hennig cries out in pain, desperately reaching for the ropes, but they're agonizingly out of reach.]
Jim Ross: “Hennig fighting with every ounce of strength he has left! He's enduring immense pain!”
Jerry Lawler: “But for how much longer, JR? Nobody withstands punishment like this for long!”
[Hennig’s struggle continues, summoning just enough energy to fire off a few desperate elbows to the midsection. Momentarily staggered, The Wretched Nobody loosens his grip, allowing Hennig to break free. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Hennig springs up and delivers a picture-perfect dropkick, catching his opponent flush in the chest. Yet, to everyone's horror, The Wretched Nobody merely takes a single step backward, shaking off the impact with chilling ease.]
Kris Gafney: “He’s not human, JR! How do you stop this monster?”
[Undeterred, Hennig gathers momentum again, bouncing off the ropes for a flying forearm. This time, The Wretched Nobody intercepts him mid-air, wrapping a massive hand around Hennig’s throat and effortlessly lifting him skyward. Without pause, he plants Hennig violently into the mat with a devastating chokeslam. The ring shakes violently, the crowd audibly gasping.]
Jim Ross: “Oh my God, a thunderous chokeslam! Hennig might be broken in half!”
Jerry Lawler: “I can't watch much more of this, JR. Curt Hennig is being systematically destroyed.”
[Standing over Hennig’s barely responsive body, The Wretched Nobody signals the end, drawing his thumb across his throat in a chilling gesture. He yanks Hennig upright one final time, positioning him carefully. With horrifying ease, he hoists Hennig onto his shoulders, preparing for the devastating finisher known ominously as the “Lobotomy”—a ruthless Omega Driver. With calculated brutality, The Wretched Nobody drives Hennig’s head and neck directly into the canvas, silencing any remaining cheers of hope from the crowd.]
Jim Ross: “The Lobotomy! Curt Hennig has been utterly dismantled!”
Jerry Lawler: “That's it. No one gets up from that, JR!”
[The Wretched Nobody covers Hennig’s lifeless body effortlessly, simply placing one massive hand on his chest. The referee, visibly shaken by the destruction he's witnessed, makes the count: One… Two… Three! The bell rings mercifully, signaling the end of the one-sided contest.]
Kris Gafney: “Thank goodness it's over. This was a brutal exhibition by The Wretched Nobody.”
(“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-Zack Ryder is someone who is going to give the new comer Joe Lamont a challenge.
King-He’s gotten a taste in the EMF, but Zack Ryder is going to be a different experience.
Kris Gaffney-Sick bro?
Cyclone enters with high energy and intensity: jumping, yelling into the crowd, sprinting down the ramp and sliding smoothly into the ring before clapping intensely and pointing at his opponent, often times having to be held back by an official not to start the action before the bell rings.
JR-Joe Lamont is just starting his EMF career.
King-We’ll see if this Cyclone can continue his destructive path, or whether Zack Ryder can weather the storm.
Kris Gaffney-HA! Weather puns!
[Zack Ryder and Joe Lamont pace around the ring, they lock up Joe Lamont puts Zack Ryder into a side head lock, and he holds on the pressure. Zack Ryder looks for a way out of the corner, and he backs up Joe Lamont to the ropes, and he whips Joe Lamont off of the ropes, and he connects with a hard shoulder block. Zack Ryder hits the mat, and he slowly gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder runs towards Joe Lamont, and he connects with a hip toss that sends him flying down on the mat. Zack Ryder gets up to his feet he falls into the corner facing away, and Joe Lamont runs, and he connects with a splash on Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder stumbles backwards Joe Lamont connects with the Disaster. Joe Lamont goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he measures up on Zack Ryder, and he connects with the Wind change dropping Zack Ryder. Joe Lamont 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 kicks out!!
King-Joe Lamont is just starting in the EMF, but I’m certain he’s not shocked.
Kris Gaffney-If he’s done any studying at all of his opponent he knows you need to be ready to fight against Zack Ryder.
[Joe Lamont picks up Zack Ryder, and he lifts him up, and puts him on his shoulders, and Zack Ryder slides out of the back. Joe Lamont gets pushed to the ropes by Zack Ryder. Joe Lamont bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick that puts down Joe Lamont. Both wrestlers are down, but they are both slow to get up to his feet, Joe Lamont throws a wild fist to the face of Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder ducks under, and Joe Lamont gets hooked, and Zack Ryder connects with a belly to back suplex that puts him down on the mat. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to rest up, and he watches as Joe Lamont is slow to get up to his feet in the corner, Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder backs up, and Joe Lamont stumbles around, and he falls into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up, and he fist pumps (Woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder backs up, and he signals for the Rough Ryder.]
JR-Zack Ryder has the new comer Joe Lamont in trouble.
King-As much as Joe probably studied this is still probably nothing like what he was expecting.
[Joe Lamont stumbles up, and Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but Joe Lamont ducks under, and he turns around. Joe Lamont tries to take advantage, Zack Ryder thinking on his feet counters with a drop toe hold that sends Joe Lamont flying into the second rope. Joe Lamont stumbles around, Zack Ryder connects with a Rough Ryder!! Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…………3!!]
JR-Joe Lamont countered, but Zack Ryder’s experience was the deciding factor.
(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 knows how to win in these big match situations.
King-He’s going to have to find a way around the power of Fenrir however.
Kris Gaffney-Although, nothing he hasn’t done before
(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 has proven himself in the short time he’s been with the Extreme Measures Federation.
King-He’s going to have to adjust to a style clash tonight.
Kris Gaffney-But then again when you are champion that’s every night.
[Fenrir Kaine and Aari Maxwell paces around the ring, they lock up. Fenrir Kaine throws Aari Maxwell backwards. Aari Maxwell hits into the corner. Fenrir Kaine goes for a hip attack in the corner on Aari Maxwell, but Aari using his speed is able to move out of the way. Fenrir Kaine hits into the corner, and he stumbles out of the corner. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine stumbles towards the middle of the ring as Aari is running towards him ,but it’s countered with a spinning heel kick to the face of Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell goes down on the mat. Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that knocks Aari Maxwell to backwards, and Fenrir Kaine measures up on Aari Maxwell, and he connects with a hip attack on Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell stumbles out of the corner, and he throws him up in the air, and he connects with a pop up Samoan drop Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2..KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine has hit Aari with big moves.
King-But we have seen Aari heart can’t be understated.
Kris Gaffney-Those who tried haven’t had an easy night when they fight him.
[Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Aari Maxwell gets picked up by Fenrir Kaine, and he gets lifted up, and Aari Maxwell fights out of the back, Aari Maxwell pushes Fenrir Kaine to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Aari Maxwell connects with a one man flap jack that puts down Fenrir Kaine, and Aari Maxwell waits as Fenrir Kaine gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet he’s stunned. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he spring boards off of the ropes, and he connects with a spring board cutter that drops Fenrir Kaine. This only gives Aari Maxwell the chance to recover as Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet. Aari Maxwell picks up Fenrir Kaine he connects with a body slam. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off, and he connects with a 630 senton on Fenrir Kaine!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. Aari Maxwell 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 Extreme champion almost lost the championship right there.
King-He could hear the sound of the word former going through his head.
Kris Gaffney-Well…not just yet…
[Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he grabs a chair, and he slides into the ring, and he puts it on the ground. Aari Maxwell connects with a one handed face crusher into the mat. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Aari Maxwell goes for My Kingdom, but Fenrir Kaine rolls out of the way, and Aari Maxwell crashes into the chair. Aari Maxwell is slowly getting up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine sets up Aari Maxwell, and he drops him with the Elipse Driver!! Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine might have just barely avoided Aari Maxwell becoming the Extreme Champion.
[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 looking to gain his first singles championship.
King-It’s not all the time he has to match power with power.
Kris Gaffney-However, it can’t be unexpected.
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-Speaking of which I’m sure that this situation is odd for Samael Dredd is here.
King-Hope he’s not Dredding it!
Kris Gaffney-Too much…
King-NEVER!
[The two big men face off each other. Mansa Carthage throw fists to the face, and it seems that Mansa Carthage is getting the advantage of this situation Samael Dredd answers back with a knee lift into the gut that doubles him over, then answers it up with an eye rake that blinds Mansa Carthage. Samael Dredd grabs his head, and he connects with a headbutt that makes Mansa Carthage stumble backwards. Samael Dredd connects with a few fists to the face as Mansa Carthage reels on the ropes. Samael Dredd whips Mansa Carthage to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Samael Dredd connects with a big boot to the face that knocks back Mansa Carthage. Mansa Carthage falls backwards, and out of the ring. He is slow to get up, and he tries to get back into the ring, but he’s kicked in the face, Mansa Carthage hangs over the middle ropes. Samael Dredd hooks Mansa Carthage, and he drops him with a Doomsayers curse. 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-Mansa Carthage was able to kick out of the Doomsayers curse.
King-That move…it’s cursed!
Kris Gaffney-Did you just referenced The Mummy Returns?
[Mansa Carthage is slow slow to get up to his feet, and Samael Dredd lifts up Mansa Carthage. Mansa Carthage is able to slide out of the back of Samael Dredd, and he pushes him towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Samael Dredd bounces off of the ropes, and Mansa Carthage connects with a standing spine buster that puts down Samael Dredd. Mansa Carthage is able to fall against the ropes, and he takes a few moments to rest up, and once Samael Dredd is up to his feet. Mansa Carthage stumbles towards Samael Dredd, and Samael Dredd goes for a wild fist to the face, and Mansa Carthage is able to duck under, and he connects with a release german suplex that sends Samael Dredd that sends him flying across the ring, and he crashes down on the mat. Samael Dredd is slow to get up to his feet. Mansa Carthage grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a choke slam. Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Samael Dredd, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2………KICK OUT by Samael Dredd.]
JR-Samael Dredd was able to kick out.
King-Mansa is making a come back.
Kris Gaffney-Guess he didn’t appreciate Samael Dredd’s earlier tactics.
King rakes Kris eyes
[Mansa Carthage is able to lift up Samael Dredd, but Samael Dredd pushes Mansa backwards, and Samael Dredd connects with a standing spine buster. Samael picks up Mansa, and he lifts him up on his shoulders. Mansa struggles and is able to slide out of the back. Samael Dredd tursn around, and Mansa picks him up, and Mansa connects with the Dragon’s Descend on Samael Dredd. Mansa hooking the leg of Dredd into a pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage becomes the new IC champion!
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-One half of the tag team champions are looking to get into the world championship race.
King-He still probably has nightmares of First Blood.
Kris Gaffney-The fact that Azar Vulcan is world champion probably helps too.
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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, and Tony Ikeda have often been on the same side.
King-Both are former world champions, and want to be one again.
Kris Gaffney-There can only be one…most of the time.
(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 sure to bring chaos to this match.
King-As if it needed more.
Kris Gaffney-Guess more doesn’t hurt.
[Tony Ikeda, Jack Lynch, and Billy Breeze look for the first move. Jack Lynch goes for a Pandemonium kick to the face of Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda ducks under, and he pushes him towards Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze not expecting it gets hit, and he falls out of the ring. Tony Ikeda waits as Jack Lynch stumbles around, and Tony Ikeda connects with a quick Ace Cutter. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda. Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet Tony Ikeda connects with a few fists to the face. Tony Ikeda whips Jack Lynch to the ropes, but it’s reversed. Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes. Jack Lynch lowers his head, and Tony Ikeda connects with a swinging neckbreaker.]
JR-Jack Lynch went for a big move, and Tony Ikeda countered.
King-Tony just made chaos into order through experience.
Kris Gaffney-Meaning he’s old.
[Billy Breeze gets up on the apron. Tony Ikeda knowing that he has to keep up the pressure goes over to Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze counters with a hang man that knocks back Tony Ikeda. Billy Breeze steps inside of the ring, and he hooks Tony Ikeda, and he connects with a t-bone suplex that sends Tony Ikeda flying across the ring, Tony Ikeda crashes into the mat. Tony Ikeda rolls out of the ring. Billy Breeze waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet. Billy Breeze whips Jack Lynch into the corner, and he stumbles backwards. Billy Breeze hooks Jack Lynch, and he connects with a german suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….KICK OUT by Jack Lynch. Billy Breeze waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet.]
JR-Billy Breeze might be closing in on the win here.
King-plays video games
Kris Gaffney-Feels like his Rex should call Eve Torres….feels like their soulmates.
[Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet, and Billy Breeze goes for a the Specter’s grip, but it’s countered with a snapmare that sends him flying across the ring. Billy Breeze gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jack Lynch connects with a Pandemonium Kick that drops Billy Breeze. ]
JR-Billy Breeze might have tried to end it too quickly.
King-Although that’s what you need to do in this match.
[Jack Lynch gets up to his feet, he gets up to his feet once he gets up to his feet Tony Ikeda connects with a full nelson suplex that sends him flying across the ring, and he crashes into the mat. Tony Ikeda gets up, and he see’s Billy Breeze getting up to his feet. Tony ikeda goes for a clothesline, but Billy Breeze counters with a belly to belly over head throw that sends tony Ikeda flying over the top rope, and on to the floor. Billy Breeze falls into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………3!]
JR-Billy Breeze found himself an opening and took it.
Kris and King play video games.
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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 climb back up to the top of the EMF world.
Kris Gaffney-Too bad this match isn’t a ladder match/
King-Stuff like that is why I hate JR so much.
[I’m better than you and you know it” Is said over the loud speakers right before Lamb Of God- “Overlord” hits. The crowd erupts in boos as the lighting begins to flash green and gold. The ramp fills with images of money as Azar Vulcan steps out from the back with a smug grin on his face. He stops atop of the ramp laughing at the fans.]
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds and standing 5’11”. He is The EMF World Heavyweight Champion, The Best In The World, Azar “Mastermind” Vulcan!
JR-Azar Vulcan has been a thorn in the side of Patrick Payne.
King-A better than you thorn.
Kris Gaffney-Ouch!
[Patrick Payne and Azar Vulcan pace around the ring. Azar Vulcan is able to go for the Money Maker right out of the gate, but Patrick Payne is able to duck under. Patrick Payne connects with a few fists to the face, and this stuns Azar Vulcan. Azar Vulcan tries to answer back with a wild fist to the face, and Patrick Payne ducks under, and he connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down Azar Vulcan into the mat. Azar Vulcan is slow to get up to his feet. Azar Vulcan slowly gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet Patrick Payne measures up on Azar Vulcan, and Azar Vulcan slowly gets up to his feet with the help of the ropes. Patrick Payne connects with a running clothesline that takes him, and Azar Vulcan over the top rope and to the floor around ring side. Patrick Payne does have to recover a little bit as well as Azar Vulcan. Patrick Payne smashes Azar Vulcan into the commentators desk, and Patrick Payne grabs a chair from the time keeper, and keeps it unfoled, and Azar Vulcan stumbles towards Patrick Payne, and Patrick Payne connects with a DDT right into the chair bouncing Azar Vulcan’s head off of the steel. Patrick Payne pushes him off, and backs off as the ref starts his standing ten count 1…………..2……….3……….4……..5..Azar Vulcan is stiring.]
JR-The champion might have taken a big shot, but it seems that he’s fighting to get up to his feet.
King-I’m not shocked, Patrick Payne wants to be champion again, but Azar is just better than everyone else!
Kris Gaffney-Why even try?
[6……….7………Azar Vulcan is up to his feet, and once he is up to his feet. Patrick Payne attempts to whip him into the ring steps, but Azar Vulcan is able to reverse it, and Patrick Payne crashes hard into the ring steps sending it off the base. Azar Vulcan puts Patrick Payne on the base, and he sets him up, and he connects with piledriver. As the ref starts his standing ten count Azar Vulcan is able to pull himself up with the help of the ring. The ref counts 1…………….2…………….3………….4………….5………Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet…………..6………….7………..Patrick Payne gets up to his feet, and Azar Vulcan throws him into the ring, and Patrick Payne crawls into a seated position, and Patrick Payne connects with a few stomps on the downed Patrick Payne. Azar Vulcan picks up Patrick Payne, Azar Vulcan whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes Azar Vulcan connects with a one man flap jack that puts down Patrick Payne. Azar Vulcan measures up on Patrick Payne who is slow to get up to his feet. Once Patrick Payne has gotten up to his feet, Azar Vulcan hits a kick to the gut. Azar Vulcan sets him up into a vertical suplex. Azar Vulcan lifts up Patrick Payne, and he drops him with a brain buster!! The ref starts his standing ten count 1…………..2………..3………..4………5………..Patrick is trying to get up………6…………7………..8…..Patrick Payne is able to get up to his feet breaking the count. Azar Vulcan clearly isn’t happy.]
JR-The champion has hit Patrick Payne with big moves, but hasn’t found the move to end this match.
King-Probably because he’s trying to think of how he can do a more satisfying “better than you” ending for him!
Kris Gaffney-Probably it…
[Azar Vulcan throws him out on the ring, and he sets up the table on the outside of the ring, and he turns around. But Patrick Payne connects with a reverse jaw breaker this puts Azar Vulcan on the table. Patrick Payne goes into the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off with the flight risk, but Azar Vulcan moves out of the way. Azar and Patrick get up, Azar Vulcan connects with a low blow. Azar Vulcan connects with the Money Maker. The ref starts his standing ten count. The ref counts 1………….2………….3…………4………..5………6……….Patrick tries to get up……….7……….8………..9……..Patrick tries to rise up to his feet, but going through the table, low blow, and Money Maker was too much as he falls back down 10!! AZAR VULCAN WINS]
JR-Azar Vulcan took advantage of the lack of rules to get the win.
King-He took advantage of being better than you JR!
(Azar Vulcan feeling the effects of the match falls on the ramp as he holds the world championship as Whiplash goes off the air.)
