(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up on the darken arena as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on, and fans yell and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd, we zoom out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to another edition of Saturday Shockwave, I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “The King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight Samael Dredd of the Maledictum will take on the former Extreme Champion Travis Vortex.
Kris Gaffney-Both have contrasting styles, it should be interesting to see what happens.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(“Duck song” blasts on the PA system. Walter Melon walks out on the stage with Jack Heyman. Walter Melon walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-This is the continuation of a long feud.
King-It’s probably Tony is old.
Kris Gaffney-That’s all I know…
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system, Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-This feud seems to centered around fruit….
King-Good reason!
Kris Gaffney-You would think that…
[Tony stare down Walter, Walter stares down Tony, Ashley Irvine dressed in her BWO VP outfit rips reveals she has a “WATERMELON” TV shirt under it. Ashley jumps out of the ring, and Tony Ikeda and Walter Melon throw fists to the face, and neither are backing down. Tony Ikeda ducks under one of the fists, and he runs towards the ropes. He connects with a flying shoulder tackle. Tony Ikeda waits for Walter Melon to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, Walter Melon throws a wild fist to the face, and Tony Ikeda ducks under, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a belly to back back breaker. Walter Melon is in a lot of pain. Tony Ikeda allows Walter Melon to roll away, and he gets up to his feet. Walter Melon falls into the corner. Tony Ikeda runs otwards the corner, and he connects with a clothesline on Walter Melon. Tony Ikeda ducks under, Walter Meon gets hooked, and then driving down on the mat with a full nelson slam!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Walter Melon, the ref goes into position tom ake the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Walter Melon!!]
JR-Walter Melon kicks out!!
King-Truly the Melon gods gave him the strength to do that.
Kris Gaffney-Something, something, Tony Ikeda is the devil!
King-Na…Tony isn’t the devil…he knows the devil.
[Tony Ikeda waits for Walter Melon to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Tony Ikeda goes for full nelson suplex, but it’s countered with a snapmare. Tony Ikeda gets up to his feet, and Walter Melon connects with a inverted Russian leg sweep driving Tony Ikeda inot the mat. Walter Melon rolls into the corner. He motions for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet, and Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet. Walter Melon runs out of the corner, and he connects with a spitting seeds on Tony Ikeda. Walter Melon goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda! Tony Ikeda gets picked up Walter Melon, and Walter Melon connects with a body slam. Walter Melon goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Walter Melon might be able to finish off Tony Ikeda here.
King-Tony Ikeda will never be finished…as long as he’s selling low quality fruit!
Kris Gaffney-The important things…
[Walter Melon jumps off of the top rope, and he goes for a fruit smash splash, but at the last moment Tony Ikeda moves out of the way. Walter Melon stumbles up, and Tony Ikeda hooks Walter Melon, and he connects with a full nelson suplex. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-Tony Ikeda gets the victory.
King-Clearly the Melon Gods are not satisfied with a mere win, they want to spite Badd Blends!
(“Battle Cry” blasts on the PA system. Kenny Omega walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring.)
King-Oh great, it’s the cheap imitation of Kenny Omegrape! He’s pretty good…but he’s not GOD!
Kris Gaffney-Probably why this match hasn’t happened in 8 years…
JR-Um…Kenny Omega is accomplished all around the world, we’ll see where this next chapter in his battle against his Melon Club counterpart leads him.
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Kenny Omegrape walks out on the stage, suddenly pinball flippers appear behind him, and makes him fly over the ramp, and crashes into the ring as the crowd throws refs at him.)
JR-I’m…still…having issues with these entrances.
King-That’s because you haven’t peered into the mind of god, if you tried your head would explode!
[Kenny Omegrape and Kenny Omega dramatic point at each other, Kenny Omegrape yells about the Melon Gods, and Kenny Omega throw a wild fist to the face, and it’s blocked by Kenny Omegrape, Kenny Omegrape connects with a fist, and he goes for another Kenny Omega is able to duck under, and he lifts up Kenny Omegrape, and he connects with a belly to back suplex. Kenny Omegrape is in pain, and Kenny Omega stands up, and he connects with a few stomps on the downed Kenny Omegrape. Kenny Omega waits for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Kenny Omega hits a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Kenny Omegrape gets whipped to the ropes, or he would if Kenny Omegrape didn’t reverse the whip. Kenny Omega bounces off of the ropes, Kenny Omegrape connects with a running knee to the face. Kenny Omegrape is stunned, and he goes for a clothesline, but Kenny Omega ducks under, and he connects with a side Russian leg sweep. He rolls up. Kenny Omega runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a running knee to the face. Kenny Omega goes into the cover, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……..KICK OUT by Kenny Omegrape!!]
JR-Kenny Omegrape kicks out!
King-That’s because of the strength the Melon Gods gives Kenny Omegrape!
Kris Gaffney-Even though they seem to have other plans sometimes…
[Kenny Omega waits for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet, and he attempts to lift him up, but before he can do anything. Kenny Omegrape is able to slide out of the back, Kenny Omegrape connects with a front Russian leg sweep. Kenny Omegrape takes a few moments to rest up, Kenny Omega rolls away, and he gets up into the corner. Kenny Omegrape runs towards the corner, and he connects with a running clothesline in the corner, and he backs out of the corner. Kenny Omega stumbles around, and Kenny Omegrape lifts him up, and he connects with a back breaker. Kenny Omegrape takes a few moments to rest up. He watches as Kenny Omega get up to his feet, and once he’s up. Kenny Omegrape connects with a few fists to the face, and he attempts to whip Kenny Omega, but it’s reversed by Kenny Omegrape. Kenny Omegrape bounces off of the ropes, Kenny Omega lowers his head, but Kenny Omegrape counters with a swinging neck breaker!! Kenny Omegrape goes into the cover on Kenny Omega. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……..2………KICK OUT by Kenny Omega!!]
JR-Kenny Omegrape almost got the three!
King-I knew this was how the match was going to go…it was written in the Melon Bible!
Kris Gaffney-Where do we get that again?
[Kenny Omegrape sets him up, and he lifts him up, he sets him up for the Geese Oil, but Kenny Omega is able to shift his weight behind Kenny Omegrape. Kenny Omega lifts up Kenny Omegrape, and he drops him with the One Winged Angel!! Kenny Omega goes into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]
JR-Kenny Omega was able to slide behind Kenny Omegrape, and got the victory.
(“Adam Page’s theme” blasts on the PA system, Adam Page walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Adam Page is looking to change his story.
King-Well..Cody Rhodes wanted to finish his story in the EMF, and that didn’t go so well.
Kris Gaffney-Guess not…
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The arena lights dimmed as the crowd hushed. Smoke soon crawls across the canvas surrounding everyone in the ring, at ringside and the front rows of the audience who begin anticipating the arrival of The Wretched Nobody when the monitors all go static. A single spotlight shone on the center of the stage as a low, as the ominous tune filled the air. Suddenly, the sound of thunder roared through the speakers as the arena shook with each strike as thick red curtains parted, revealing a large black casket positioned in the center of the stage. "Marche Funèbre MMXXIII" begins to play, the casket starts to rise slowly from the stage, flickering in and out of sight with each flash of strobe lights. As the casket ascended, smoke began to pour out of its cracks and crevices, creating an eerie atmosphere. Suddenly, the lid of the casket burst open, revealing a thick mist from which a massive hand shot out from the depths of the casket, grabbing onto the edge and pulling The Wretched Nobody out of his resting place. The crowd erupted in cheers as The Wretched Nobody emerged from the casket, which fell away in pieces as he stood up towering over seven feet tall and covered in various tattoos and scars. The Wretched Nobody paced back and forth, staring down at the ring with an unflinching glare. The Wretched Nobody broke step as the lights flicker again, as he strides down the ramp, ignoring the fans' outstretched hands and taunts.
Ring Announcer: Making his way down the aisle THE DARK STAR OF EMF! hails from The Danvers State Lunatic Asylum, Salem Massachusetts and at Six Foot Eleven inches tall – at Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds he is… he is Your former Six Time EMF Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld! DEATH HIMSELF! THE WRETCHED NOBODY!
As he approached the ring, bolts of electricity shot out from the turnbuckles, illuminating the darkness around him. The Wretched Nobody climbed up onto the apron, peering down his opponent with a look of pure disdain. Wretch easily stepped over the top rope and made his way to the center of the ring, where he raised his arms and let out a guttural roar. The crowd responded with deafening cheers, their excitement building to a fever pitch. The Wretched Nobody rocks side to side, staring down his opponent ready to charge forward, to unleash his wrath upon anyone who dares to stand in his way.
JR-The Wretched Nobody is looking to take down the possible AEW champion.
King-Feels like this wasn’t a good trade for AEW…
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain better than WWE and TNA though.
King-Good point….
[The Wretched Nobody and Adam Page stand in the ring. Adam Page is not backing down, and he throws fists to the face, neither backing down, but The Wretched Nobody stops the momentum with a block, and a big head butt that puts down Adam Page. The Wretched Nobody picks up Adam Page, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Adam Page jumps in the air, and he goes for a cross body block, but it’s caught by The Wretched Nobody who counters with a fall away slam that puts down Adam Page. Adam Page gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Adam Page falls into the corner the Wretched Nobody connects with a splash in the corner. The Wretched Nobody waits for Adam Page to stumble out of the corner, the Wretched Nobody grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a spine chiller!! The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Adam Page, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…….KICK OUT by Adam Page.]
JR-Adam Page kicks out!!
King-He might regret that.
Kris Gaffney-That seems to be his career.
[The Wretched Nobody goes for the Trephination, but Adam Page ducks under, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes and he connects with a flying forearm shot to the face that knocks him backwards. The Wretched Nobody gets kicked in the gut, and Adam Page hits an impaler DDT into the mat. Adam Page goes to the outside of the ring, and he measures up to attempt to end this match.]
JR-Adam Page is looking for the buckshot lariat.
King-Feels like this is the most stolen finisher…even outside of his own federation.
[Adam Page sling shots himself over the top rope, and he goes for the Buckshot lariat, but the Wretched Nobody ducks under. The wretched Nobody runs towards the ropes, and he comes off of the ropes with a trephination. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Adam Page. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2……….3!!]
JR-The Wretched Nobody gets the victory over “Hangman” Adam Page.
(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-The former Extreme Champion is going to be a tough test for the new comer.
King-He’s all about chaos, we’ll see what he can do against the Cyclone.
JR-The Cyclone has shown a lot of talent.
King-Chaos vs. a natural disaster…should be interesting.
Kris Gaffney-Especially since natural disasters can bring chaos….
[Jack Lynch and Joe Lamont pace around the ring, and they lock up, Joe Lamont connects with a knee lift into the gut that doubles him over, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes Joe Lamont connects with a back elbow to the face. Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Joe Lamont hits a few punches to the face, and he whips him to the turnbuckle. Jack Lynch hits into the corner face first, and he 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 Jack Lynch. Joe Lamont jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a winds change on Jack Lynch which puts down Jack Lynch. Joe Lamont goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Jack Lynch.]
JR-Jack Lynch was able to kick out!
King-Not quite the start for the former champion that he was hoping for.
Kris Gaffney-But then again with the talent, and experience he is facing it shouldn’t be too shocking.
[Joe Lamont waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jack Lynch lowers his head, but it’s countered with a kick to the face. Joe Lamont falls to the ropes, and he connects with the Pandemonium Kick that drops Joe Lamont. Jack Lynch takes a few moments to rest up, but he waits for Joe Lamont to get up to his feet.]
JR-Joe Lamont might be in trouble.
King-Jack Lynch seems to have weathered the storm.
Kris Gaffney-Ha!
King-And I didn’t even do that one on purpose!
[Jack Lynch picks up Joe Lamont, but Joe Lamont counters with a DDT. Joe Lamont connects with the Midwesterner. Jack Lynch seems out of it. Joe Lamont goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]
JR-Joe Lamont was able to counter to get the victory!
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The arena lights dim, and the opening beats of NSYNC's "Bye Bye Bye" blast through the speakers. As soon as the first note hits, bright spotlights flash in sync with the music, and a thick cloud of smoke rises from the stage. The crowd immediately erupts in a mix of cheers and laughter, knowing they’re in for something special. As the beat drops, multicolored fireworks explode around the stage, and through the smoke, Patrick Payne bursts out, dancing his way onto the stage like he’s straight out of a 90s boy band video. Patrick starts hitting the iconic "Bye Bye Bye" choreography, exaggerated and dripping with his own flavor. He smirks at the camera, pointing at random fans in the crowd, and moving with the beat like he’s starring in his own music video. He stops midway down the ramp, faking a pause, and then launches back into the dance, arms waving and hips moving as the crowd sings along to the chorus.
EMF Ring Announcer: From wherever he damn well pleases, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall, weighing in at 210 pounds he is the unpredictable, the unstoppable, Patrick ˜The PP Express Payne!!!
As the music continues, the lights flash in rhythm, and Patrick slides into the spotlight, twirling and dipping to the beat. Nearing the ring, he stops for a second, tilts his head toward the camera, and breaks into a final burst of the dance, fully embracing the ridiculousness of it all. Without breaking his flow, he leaps over the top rope with a fluid, acrobatic jump, landing in a perfect roll before bouncing right back into the Bye Bye Bye dance inside the ring. Patrick moves effortlessly, finishing his routine by running up the turnbuckle, arms wide, and executing a picture-perfect backflip off the top rope. As his feet hit the mat, he drops into a flawless superhero landing, kneeling down, one fist on the ground, with a cocky grin stretched across his face. He rises slowly, arms outstretched, soaking in the crowd’s reaction, while the music fades and the lights settle back to normal. The camera zooms in as Patrick winks at the audience, mouthing, "You’re welcome!" before leaning casually against the ropes, waiting for his match to begin.
JR-Patrick Payne has had a lot of battles against Ragnar.
King-Going back to Ragnar’s Golden Empire days.
Kris Gaffney-It’ll certainly be a matter of pride.
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 power is going to play a big part in this match.
King-Patrick knows how to get around…maybe Ragnar should ask for the Melon Gods.
Kris Gaffney-The answer for everything…
[Patrick Payne and Ragnar Ayerswindale stand face to face in the middle of the ring, and they lock up, Ragnar Ayerwindale is able to push back Patrick Payne into the ropes, Patrick Payne hits into the ropes, and he bounces off. Patrick Payne ducks under a clothesline, and he waits for Ragnar Ayerswindale to turnaround, and he connects with a step up ezuguri to the side of the face. This stumbles Ragnar Ayerswindale. Patrick Payne gets up to his feet, and he goes for a wild fist to the face, and it lands, this doesn’t please Ragnar Ayerswindale who tries to throw a fist back, and he connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down Ragnar Ayerswindale. Ragnar Ayerswindale tries to get up to his feet, and Patrick Payne lifts up Ragnar Ayerswindale, and Patrick Payne connects with a falling slam on Ragnar Ayerswindale. Patrick Payne goes out of the ring, and he climbs out of the ring he climbs up to the top rope, and he connects with a flight risk!! 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 Patrick Payne!!]
JR-Patrick Payne barely missed winning the match right there.
King-Not too late to accept the Melon Gods Ragnar.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain he’s feeling the pressure now.
[Ragnar Ayerswindale gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne kicks him in the gut, but before he can hit the Payne Per View, Ragnar Ayerswindale pushes him towards the ropes, and Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes, and Ragnar Ayersindale connects with a falling spine buster. Ragnar Ayerswindale takes a few moments to rest up, both wrestlers are slow to get up to their feet, and once they get up to their feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Ragnar Ayerswindale whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes Ragnar Ayerswindale lowers his head, and he connects with a back body drop that sends him flying through air, and he crashes into the mat. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a runestone power bomb. Ragnar 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-Almost three.
King-Ragnar is making a come back.
[Ragnar Ayerswindale waits for Patrick, and he runs towards the Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne connects with a knee to the face as Ragnar goes for a gunginar spear, Patrick Payne connects with a Pay Per View on Ragnar. Patrick Payne 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—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.
JR-Little Mac is going to favor strikes.
King-Hope there are rounds…the advice is always fun.
Kris Gaffney-This is true.
[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 powers is going to be factor.
King-That’s always something to consider when facing a wrestler like him.
[Little Mac and Mansa Carthage pace around the ring, Little Mac and Little Mac lock up. Mansa Carthage connects with a knee lift into the gut doubles him over, and Mansa Carthage whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage goes for a clothesline, but Little Mac ducks under, and he allows Little Mac to bounces off of the toher side of the ring. Mansa Carthage connects with a flying knee to the face. Little Mac gets up to his feet, and he falls into the corner, and Mansa Carthage runs towards the corner, and he connects with a hip attack on Little Mac. Mansa Carthage backs up, Little Mac stumbles out of the corner. Mansa Carthage grabs Little Mac around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a choke slam!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Little Mac, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………KICK OUT by Little Mac. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he waits for Little Mac to get up to his feet.]
JR-Little Mac might be in trouble.
King-Wonder if he wait until someone winks, or move their eyebrows to know when to attack.
Kris Gaffney-That’s always helpful.
[Mansa Carthage runs out of the corner as Little Mac goes for a super man punch, but at the last moment Little Mac dodges. Mansa Carthage turns around, and Little Mac connects with a few rib punch, and then follows it up with a hard fist to the face to fist combo. Mansa Carthage falls back into the ropes, and he stumbles back. Mansa Carthage stumbles backwards, and Little Mac answers with a liver punch that doubles over Mansa driving the air out of him. Little Mac runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac connects with a running knee lift, and he watches as Mansa Carthage stumbles around, and Little Mac connects with a kick to the gut, and he connects with an impaler DDT into the mat. Little Mac pushes him on his back. Little Mac 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, and Little Mac connects with a few stomps on the downed Mansa Carthage as he gets ready for his next move.]
JR-It seems that Little Mac is slowly gaining momentum.
King-He might looking to end this sooner rather than later.
[Little Mac goes for a punch, but Mansa Carthage is able to duck under. Little Mac turns around, and Mansa Carthage grabs Little Mac around the throat, and he lifts him up, but Little Mac turns it into a victory roll, but Mansa Cartahage reverses it so it’s Little Mac who is now trapped into the pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……..3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage had one extra counter to get the victory.
[Lights throughout the arena dim to near darkness, creating an atmosphere of suspense and anticipation. Suddenly, the sound of ticking clocks and whirring gears fills the air, building a sense of intrigue.]
[The entrance ramp and ring are illuminated with swirling lights that mimic the flow of time - colors shifting rapidly as if moving through different eras. Fog machines generate a thick mist across the ramp, adding to the mystical and otherworldly ambiance.]
[From the back emerges "Temporal" Travis Vortex, adorned in his eclectic time-traveler’s gear, with his crucial timepiece prominently displayed. He moves with a confident swagger, occasionally pausing as if momentarily disoriented or lost in time, adding to his eccentric character.]
[As the theme song "Time Has Come Today" by The Chambers Brothers plays, Travis interacts with the audience, sometimes pointing at his watch and gesturing wildly as if explaining a complex theory or a fragment of his latest adventure. His nephew, "Chrono" Charlie Quantum, follows, carrying the precious timepiece and trying to ensure Travis stays on track.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the enigma of eras, standing at 6’1” and weighing 210 pounds, the master of temporal tides... Temporal Travis Vortex!"
[Travis makes his way to the ring amidst the vibrant light show, with the fog swirling around him, creating an image of him stepping out of a time portal. Upon reaching the ring, he takes a moment to theatrically adjust his imaginary wristwatch, then leaps onto the apron and over the ropes with agility.]
[Once in the ring, Travis engages the crowd with charismatic gestures, occasionally slipping into his character's erratic mannerisms, while Charlie Quantum stands by, holding the timepiece and watching with a mix of amusement and concern.]
[The lights gradually stabilize as Travis's music fades, leaving him in the ring, ready to face his opponent in a match that promises to be as unpredictable and entertaining as his entrance.]
JR-Travis Vortex is a former Extreme Champion, we’ll see how he deals with the power of Samael Dredd.
King-He has dealt with power before, we’ll see how he rises to this challenge.
The arena is bathed in darkness.
A deep, guttural whispering slithers through the sound system—indecipherable, eerie, and inhuman, as if a thousand damned souls are muttering their final prayers. The air in the arena feels heavy, suffocating, like the presence of something unholy has seeped into reality itself.
Then, the first haunting notes of "Lucifer" by Behemoth rumble through the speakers, low and ominous, like a funeral hymn for the apocalypse. A single, blood-red spotlight flickers onto the stage, revealing a towering, cloaked figure standing in the center—motionless, head lowered, as if awaiting a divine command.
Smoke pours from the ground, swallowing the entrance ramp in thick, swirling shadows. Suddenly—
FOUR PILLARS OF FLAME ERUPT from the stage, casting monstrous shadows across the walls. A deep, droning bell tolls through the arena, and the cloaked figure finally moves.
Samael Dredd slowly lifts his head, revealing his face beneath the hood—painted in cracked, corpse-like war paint, his abyssal eyes devoid of humanity. The red glow from the flames illuminates him like a demon conjured from hell itself.
Ring Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring… from the Void Between Realms… weighing in at 305 pounds… he is The Harbinger of Despair… The Reaper Prophet… The Plagueborn… SAMAEL DREDD!"
The sound of distant, ritualistic chanting grows louder, creeping under the music like a blasphemous sermon. Samael slowly begins his march down the ramp, his long black trench coat flowing behind him like death’s shroud.
As he reaches the ring, flames ignite along the sides of the ramp, flickering and twisting as if alive. The crowd murmurs, some taking a step back as if an unseen force is pressing against them.
Samael stops at the base of the ring, his head tilting slightly as he gazes into the audience, his expression unreadable—empty, void of empathy, only inevitability. He slowly places a hand on the apron, and as he does—
A FINAL SURGE OF FIRE BLASTS FROM THE RING POSTS.
He climbs the steps methodically, wiping his feet on the apron as if cleansing himself before stepping into his unholy altar. Once inside, he kneels in the center of the ring, head bowed, hands outstretched as if praying to an unseen force.
Then—without warning—he snaps his head back and lets out a guttural, echoing breath, his body shaking as if possessed. The lights flicker violently, and then—
DARKNESS.
For a few seconds, there is nothing. Silence. Stillness.
Then, the lights return, and Samael Dredd is standing in the corner, unmoving, his eyes locked on his opponent.
He does not speak. He does not react. He simply waits.
For the suffering to begin.
JR-Samael Dredd also about to face someone he hasn’t yet I believe.
King-At least not one on one.
Kris Gaffney-The power advantage will help, but we know that isn’t everything.
[Travis Vortex and Samael Dredd stare down each other as the bell rings, and Samael Dredd goes for a wild fist, Travis Vortex ducks under, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. But Travis Vortex gets knocked down with a shoulder block. Samael Dredd waits for Travis Vortex to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Travis Vortex answers with a jaw breaker. This stumbles back Samael Dredd. Travis runs at Samael Dredd, but it’s countered by Dredd throwing him over the top rope, but Travis Vortex lands on his feet, he tries to get into the ring, but Samael Dredd meets him with a kick to the face. Samael Dredd connects with a kick to the face, and he hooks him, and he drops him with a Doomsayers Curse. Samael Dredd is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Samael Dredd connects with a Last rites. Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Travis Vortex, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…….KICK OUT by Travis Vortex. Samael Dredd connects with a few fists to the face.]
JR-Travis Vortex might be in trouble here.
King-I’m guessing Travis is wishing he used his time machine to see how this would all go.
Kris Gaffney-Although if he did…it probably wouldn’t matter, there the future is in flux.
King-Wow…that sucks.
[Travis Vortex slowly gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Samael Dredd lifts him up, but Travis Vortex is able to slide out of the back, and he pushes him towards the ropes, and Samael Dredd connects with an arm drag release, and then follows it up with a hurricanarana to complete the Time Twist that sends Samael Dredd falling out of the ring, and Travis Vortex is feeling the effects of the match, but knows he has to do more before he can rest up, and Travis Vortex runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Travis Vortex connects with a suicide dive out of the ring, and Travis Vortex and Samael Dredd are down on the mat, and Travis Vortex throws Samael Dredd into the ring. Travis Vortex steps inside of the ring still feeling the effects of the match. Travis rolls towards Samael Dredd as he gets up to his feet, and he spring up, and he connects with a DDT which completes the Time Warp Takedown!! Travis 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-Travis Vortex hits the Time Warp Takedown.
King-I blame time machines!!
Kris Gaffney-Didn’t we…
King-I still blame them.
[Samael Dredd gets up, and Travis Vortex goes for another Time Warp Takeodwn, but Samael Dredd this time blocks it, and he throws him towards the corner, and Travis Vortex hits into the corner hard, and he stumbles out of the corner, Samael Dredd picks him up, but Travis Vortex counters into a small package pinning combination on Samael Dredd. The ref counts 1…………….2…………3!!]
JR-Travis Vortex gets the win!! Samael Dredd thought he had him, but the veteran had one more trick up his sleeve.
(Travis Vortex celebrates on top of the stage as Dredd stares down him as Shockwave goes off the air.)
