(The EMF logo flashes on the screen)
(We open up in the darken arena as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage, the lights are turned on, and the camera’s get a few shots of the crowd. The camera zooms out to display the location information, we get one more shot of the crowd, and then finally one more shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to Saturday Shockwave, I’m good ol’ JR Jim Ross, I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
Kris Gaffney-Tonight the world champion and IC champion collide.
King-Shouldn’t be the man who’s better than everyone vs. everyone else?
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
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 has been able to gain a few victories recently.
King-He’s definitely gotten momentum.
Kris Gaffney-Guess he can be upgraded another category!
(Animal sounds echo the arena when the lights go black. The lights turn on green and an image of a giant alligator moves up the ramp, when it gets to the top it bites down, fireworks shoot from the sage and from up in the rafters comes sliding Aari Maxwell comes sliding down. Once close enough he unclips himself, lands in the ring, rolls, jumps up ontop of the ring post and shouts "CRIKEY!" To the fans with his arms out. He jumps, springs off of the rope and does a backflip landing on his feet. Aari "The Zoo Keeper, slides into his corner, bends down wrapping his arms around the ropes with his back on the post smiling as he waits for the match to begin.)
JR-Aari Maxwell is a former champion looking to get back into the title race.
King-We’ll see how he deals with the new comer to the EMF.
[Aari Maxwell and Joe Lamont stand in the middle of the ring. Joe Lamont goes for a wild fist to the face, and Aari Maxwell ducks under, and Aari Maxwell connects with a knee lift into the gut that stuns him. He whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Joe Lamont gets dropped with a spinning back elbow to the face. Aari Maxwell waits for Joe Lamont to get up to his feet. Aari Maxwell hooks him, and he stuns Joe Lamont with a reverse jaw breaker. Joe Lamont is stunned on his feet, and once he stumbles towards where he wants him. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he jumps on the second rope. He spring boards off, and he connects with a second rope cutter on Joe Lamont. Aari Maxwell waits for Joe Lamont to get up to his feet, and once he gets where he wants him. Aari Maxwell lifts him up, and he connects with a body slam. Aari Maxwell goes to the top rope, and he jumps off, and h econnects with a 630 senton on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2….KICK OUT by Joe Lamont!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell was able to get a quick advantage.
King-Joe Lamont has been taken to where he probably hasn’t gone before.
Kris Gaffney-Crikey!
[Aari Maxwell waits for Joe Lamont to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Aari Maxwell lifts up Joe Lamont, but before he can hit anything Joe Lamont connects with a few elbows to the side of the head. Joe Lamont pushes him towards the corner, Aari Maxwell crashes into the corner. He stumbles backwards, Joe Lamont connects with the disaster. Aari Maxwell is down on the mat. Joe Lamont goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope after Aari gets up, Joe Lamont connects with the winds change!! Aari Maxwell is down on the mat. Joe Lamont 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-Joe Lamont has stormed back into this match.
King-Ha!....Stormed…
Kris Gaffney-Had a feeling you’d be a fan of that one…
[Joe Lamont goes for the Mid Westerner, but Aari Maxwell ducks under, Aari pushes him towards the corner. Joe stumbles back, Aari sets up Joe Lamont and he connects with the Gorilla Strength. Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…….3!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell gets the victory.
(“Demonic Devil Music” blasts on the PA system, Archaos Angels rises up through fire, and walks to the ring, and enters the ring.)
JR-This is the second Heaven vs. Hell match.
King-We think…
Kris Gaffney-Never forget YOUR GOD
(Lights out, crowd waits in anticipation and then erupt in both boos and cheers for The Irish God when green smoke fills the dark arena and a spotlight shines at the top of the ramp, all when Sinéad O'Connor & The Chieftains - The Foggy Dew plays throughout the arena. From the back, arms out and swinging cockily comes walking the Irish God, Lugus Cuhullin. He stops atop the ramp with his hands by his side and face looking to the ground and he raises his fists slowly making an X above his head. The Irish God slams his fists down and fireworks shoot from the ramp and lights flash green as The Irish God does quick shadowboxing with each strike fireworks shooting from the stage. He looks to the ring with his cocky smile.)
King-Speaking of YOUR GOD, it’s an Irish GOD!
Kris Gaffney-So many gods in the EMF.
JR-Lugus is going to bring a physicality to this match
Archoas Angels and Lugus Cuhullin stand face to face as Heaven vs. Hell v.2 match gets under way, Lugus Cuhullin yells “FOOOOK” and throws a fist, and Archaos Angel ducks under. Archaos Angels connects with a few chops to the chest, and he ducks under a wild fist to the face, and Archaos Angels connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down Lugus Cuhullin. Lugus Cuhullin rolls towards the ropes, and he gets up with the help of the ropes, and Aarchaos Angels pushes down on the throat on the ropes. The ref counts to 4, and Archaos Angels backs up as he holds up his hands, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he jumps in the air, and he lands on the back of Lugus Cuhullin. Archaos Angels waits for Lugus Cuhullin to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a spinning kick knocking down Lugus Cuhullin. Lugus gets picked up, Archaos Angels picks up Lugus Cuhullin, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a brain buster. Archaos Angels goes into the cover on Lugus Cuhullin, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2….KICK OUT by Lugus Cuhullin!!]
JR-Lugus Cuhullin kicks out!
King-Fooooooook!
Kris Gaffney-Fooooook!
[Lugus Cuhullin gets picked up, but out of no where Lugus Cuhullin connects with a reverse jaw breaker stumbling back Archaos Angels, and he connects with a round house kick to turn around Archaos Angels, and he connects with a german suplex. Archaos Angels is down on the mat.]
JR-Archaos Angels might be in trouble.
King-This isn’t good!
[Lugus goes for the Baptism, but he ducks under Archaos Angels hooks Lugus, and he connects with a reverse sitdown crufix bomb!! Archaos Angels pushes him on to his back. Archaos Angels goes into the cover on Lugus Cuhullin the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]
JR-Archaos Angels wins his debut match
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring.)
JR- Tony Ikeda is one half of the tag team champions.
King-Well this isn’t like a tag team….plus wouldn’t help him anyways he’s good as a tag team wrestler, but he’s not X-Pac and Road Dogg good.
Kris Gaffney-That’s a level no one can reach..
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 punching power going to be an interesting factor in this match.
King-Let’s not forget how boxers in many forms of combat sports can succeed.
Kris Gaffney-Which is odd considering their only offensive weapons are their hands, but they are trained to do a lot more defensive work too.
[Tony Ikeda and Little Mac pace around the ring, they lock up, Tony Ikeda is able to put Little Mac into an arm bar. Tony Ikeda holds on the pressure, and Little Mac pushes him towards the ropes. Little Mac whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes. Tony Ikeda connects with a shoulder block, Little Mac goes down. Little Mac gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda lifts up Little Mac, and he connects with a body slam. Tony Ikeda backs up, and he comes off of the ropes, and he connects with a knee drop. Tony Ikeda waits as Little Mac rolls into the corner, and he gets up into the corner. Little Mac gets up to his feet in the corner, and Tony Ikeda connect with a few jabs, Tony Ikeda brings Little Mac out of the corner. He whips Little Mac off of the ropes but Little Mac reverses it, and he bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac goes for a fist, but Tony Ikeda ducks under, and he hooks Little Mac and drops him with a full nelson slam!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Little Mac the ref counts 1………2…….KICK OUT by Little Mac!!]
JR-Little Mac was able to kick out!
King-We’ll see if he can continue doing that.
Kris Gaffney-It might get more and more difficult.
[Tony Ikeda waits for Little Mac to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda hooks him for a full nelson but before he can hit the suplex, Little Mac connects with a few elbows to the side of the head. Tony Ikeda stumble sbackwards. Tony Ikeda tries to attack Little Mac, and Little Mac counters with a t-bone suplex that sends him flying across the ring, and he gets up to his feet. Little Mac waits for him to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet he connects with a few fists to the face and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac lowers his head, and he connects with a back body drop that sends Tony Ikeda flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Little Mac waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda connects with a liver punch, and he connects with a reverse neck breaker Little Mac goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2….KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda!!]
JR-Little Mac has made a come back.
King-Sure hope he doesn’t lose any stars.
Kris Gaffney-The pink tired thing is always annoying.
[Little Mac goes for a big punch, but Tony Ikeda ducks under, and hooks him, but Little Mac slides out of the back. Tony Ikeda turns around and walks right into the KO punch by Little Mac. Tony Ikeda goes down, Little Mac goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……….3!!]
JR-Little Mac gets a big win!
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Kenny Omegrape jumps off a high diving into a pool of grapes, and the crowd members throw ref’s into there too.)
JR-…Ah…not going to bother.
King-So worth it!
Kris Gaffney-You’d think that…
The arena lights dim as an eerie hush falls over the crowd. The tension is palpable, the anticipation thick in the air. Then, the opening bassline of Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees hits the speakers, and suddenly, the stage begins to rumble. A circular platform in the center of the ramp slowly rises, bathed in golden, flickering flames like a ritualistic summoning. From the depths below, Ziggy Thickness emerges, standing motionless atop the platform, arms folded across his chest, wearing oversized, dark-tinted sunglasses. His expression is impossibly serious, his stance almost menacing. The flames surrounding him flicker dramatically, casting ominous shadows across his frame.
He whips off his sunglasses and launches them into the crowd like a rockstar throwing a guitar pick. The second the glasses leave his hand, his entire demeanor shifts. Ziggy explodes into dance, his hips shimmying, his hands snapping, and his feet gliding in rhythm with the music. He struts down the ramp with the confidence of a 1970s disco king, slapping hands with fans, twirling dramatically, and even high-fiving a confused referee at ringside.
The ring announcer steps forward.
"Making his way to the ring, fighting out of the Boogie Wonderland! Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds of pure love, standing at a dangerous five feet and nine inches… he is The Prettiest Nightmare, Ziggy Thickness!"
Ziggy reaches ringside, hops up onto the apron, and wipes his forehead like he’s just put in a hard shift at Studio 54. With a dramatic deep breath, he slowly steps through the ropes before stopping in the center of the ring. Arms outstretched, he stands perfectly still for a moment, soaking in the energy of the crowd.
Without warning, he launches into a perfect backflip, landing with the grace of a gymnast and the confidence of a man who absolutely should not be that agile. The audience erupts in cheers as Ziggy raises his arms, basking in his own magnificence before casually moonwalking to his corner, giving a deep, over-the-top bow to the referee.
With a wink at the camera and a knowing smirk, Ziggy Thickness leans against the turnbuckle, ready for whatever comes next.
JR-This should be an interesting match up for Ziggy Thickness.
King-He should drop the Maledictum and accept the power of the Melon Gods!
Kris Gaffney-Makes sense….
[Ziggy Thickness and Kenny Omegrape face off, Ziggy Thickness yells something about the Maledictum, and Kenny Omegrape thanks the Melon Gods. Kenny Omegrape connects with a head butt that knocks him backwards. Ziggy Thickness ducks under a wild fist to the face, and he hooks belly to back suplex that puts down Kenny Omegrape. Kenny Omegrape is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet Kenny Omegrape falls inot the corner, and he runs towards the corner, and Ziggy Thickness connects with a various fists to the face until Kenny Omegrape is in the seated position in the corner, and Ziggy Thickness backs off as the ref warns him, and he walks around the ring, and he runs towards Kenny Omegrape, and he connects with a Thicc N’ Twisted into the corner. Kenny Omegrape falls to the mat. ZIggy Thickness pulls Kenny Omegrape out of the corner, and he goes into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by Kenny Omegrape!!]
JR-Kenny Omegrape is able to kick out!!
King-The real question is how are the Melon Gods are going to smite Ziggy Thickness
Kris Gaffney-A question I often wonder…
[Kenny Omegrape gets picked up, and he gets put into a piledriver position, but it’s countered with a head back body drop that sends Ziggy Thickness down on the mat. Ziggy Thickness is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Ziggy Thickness gets hit with a jaw breaker that knocks Ziggy Thickness backwards, and Kenny Omegrape runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a clothesline over the top rope. Ziggy Thickness crashes into the mat. Ziggy Thickness hits down on the mat, and once he gets up to his feet, Kenny Omegrape smashes Ziggy Thickness face into the steel steps. Ziggy Thickness is feeling the effects of the last move, and Kenny Omegrape throws Ziggy Thickness into the ring. Kenny Omegrape rolls into the ring, and once he gets up to his feet, Kenny Omegrape connects with a kick to the gut, and he connects with a DDT. Ziggy Thickness is down on the mat, and Kenny Omegrape gets up as Ziggy Thickness is on his knee’s, and he connects with a running knee to the face. Kenny Omegrape goes into the cover on Ziggy Thickness, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2….KICK OUT by Ziggy Thickness!!]
JR-Almost three!
King-Truly The Melon Gods plan is being unveiled!
[Ziggy Thickness gets up, and Kenny Omegrape is able to set him up, and he goes for a Geese Oil, but Ziggy is able to shift his weight. Kenny Omegrape tursn around, and he kicks him in the gut. Ziggy sets him up, and he drops him for the Thicc-End!! Ziggy Thickness goes into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2………3!!]
King-Truly the Melon Gods plan has been made clear?
Kris Gaffney-What that Kenny loses…
King-No…now that Ziggy is going to realize the power of the Melon Gods!
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera, and he walks down the ring. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder is a veteran of this matches.
King-He knows what it takes to win such a match.
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[As the unmistakable opening notes of "Money" by Pink Floyd begin to ecFho 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 has changed since joining the Maledictum.
King-However he does not have to be defeated here.
Kris Gaffney-It’s cliché to mention, but that is true.
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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-The former world champion is going to look to get into a title race.
King-Yeah, that would be a plus.
[Zack Ryder, Patrick Payne, and Austin Jameson Mercer look for the someone to make the first move, Austin Jameson Mercer takes a cheap shot at Zack Ryder. But this allows Patrick Payne to take advantage, and he connects with a few fists to the of AJM, he tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer lowers his head as Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne connects with a running knee to the face. This stuns Austin Jameson Mercer, and he hooks Patrick Payne he connects with a neck breaker that puts down Austin Jameson Mercer. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off, and he connects with Flight Risk!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…….Zack Ryder breaks up the three count.]
JR-Zack Ryder might have saved the match right there.
King-Even if he didn’t…I’m certain that Austin Jameson Mercer didn’t mind it as it saved him from expending the energy to kick out.
Kris Gaffney-Always got to look at it on the positive side I guess.
[Zack Ryder clotheslines Patrick Payne over the top rope as he gets up to his feet, and he crashes down on ring side. Zack Ryder follows him, and he grabs Patrick Payne, and he smashes him towards ring steps. Zack Ryder takes a few moments, then he connects with a few stomps on the down Patrick Payne. Zack Ryder kicks him in the gut, and he connects with a vertical suplex on the mat around ring side. Zack Ryder throws Patrick Payne in the ring. Patrick Payne gets up in the corner, and Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline in the corner, and he backs up Patrick Payne falls into the corner into a seated position. Zack Ryder fist pumps (Woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder 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-Zack Ryder not only stopped Patrick Payne’s attempt to end the match, but he almost defeated him there.
King-Cool Bro?
Kris Gaffney-Doubt that’s what Patrick is saying right now…
[Zack Ryder gets ready as Patrick Payne gets up to his feet as Austin Jameson Mercer pushes Zack Ryder forward, and he crashes into Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne falls out of the ring, Austin Jameson Mercer waits for Zack Ryder stunned to turn around, and he hits the Red Carpet on Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder is down on the mat. Austin Jameson Mercer waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet, Zack Ryder gets hit with a few fists to the face, and he whips him to the ropes. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a one man flap jack. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a kick to the gut, and he sets up Zack Ryder, Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a world premiere with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Zack Ryder. Austin Jameson Mercer picks up Zack Ryder, and he connects with a body slam. Austin Jameson Mercer goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he goes up to the top rope.]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer is looking to end this match.
King-This will be a plus for the Maledictum if he can win here.
[Austin Jameson Mercer looks to end this match, but at the last moment Patrick Payne pushes him off the turnbuckle to the outside. Patrick Payne steps inside of the ring, sets up Zack Ryder, and he connects with a Payne Per View. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..3!!]
JR-Patrick Payne saw his moment, gets the victory!
[I’m better than you and you know it” Is said over the loud speakers right before Lamb Of God- “Overlord” hits. The crowd erupts in boos as the lighting begins to flash green and gold. The ramp fills with images of money as Azar Vulcan steps out from the back with a smug grin on his face. He stops atop of the ramp laughing at the fans.]
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds and standing 5’11”. He is The EMF World Heavyweight Champion, The Best In The World, Azar “Mastermind” Vulcan!
JR-Azar Vulcan is looking to gain revenge for his Maledictum teammate?
King-I mean…I get it, but then again…you’re already better than everyone else, revenge enough.
Kris Gaffney-Guess he wants to beat it into him.
[The arena dims, setting the stage for a dramatic entrance. The opening notes of "KICK BACK" by Kenshi Yonezu fill the space, its energetic and upbeat rhythm instantly gripping the audience. The titantron comes alive with vibrant animations reminiscent of action-packed anime sequences.]
Announcer: "Making his way
to the ring, from London, England, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is 'The Samurai Otaku'... Mansa Carthage!"
[As the music swells, the lights pulse in sync with the beat, casting bright, dynamic colors across the stage. Mansa Carthage bursts onto the scene with an exuberant energy, wearing a fusion of samurai-inspired attire and modern streetwear, complete with symbolic touches from his favorite animes.]
[Mansa moves with a playful yet confident swagger, embodying the larger-than-life characters he admires. He performs exaggerated, anime-style poses and martial arts moves, engaging the crowd and drawing them into his world of fantasy and excitement.]
[As he makes his way down the ramp, the titantron displays iconic scenes from various animes, interspersed with clips of Mansa's own in-ring highlights, showcasing his agility and strength.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Mansa leaps onto the apron with a flourish, pausing to strike a dramatic samurai pose, complete with a mock sword drawing gesture. He then flips over the top rope with acrobatic ease, landing in a superhero landing pose that sends the crowd into a frenzy.]
[With the music reaching its climax, Mansa bounds to each corner of the ring, energetically engaging with the fans, showing off his charismatic and playful side. He then centers himself, closing his eyes for a moment as if channeling the spirit of both anime heroes and samurai warriors, preparing himself mentally and physically for the battle ahead.]
[As the song fades, Mansa opens his eyes, poses, and now focused and ready, his playful demeanor giving way to the serious, disciplined side of a warrior ready for combat.]
JR-Mansa Carthage has a lot of power that’s going to help him in this match.
King- We’ll see if that’s enough.
[Azar Vulcan and Mansa Carthage stand in the middle of the ring, the bell rings, and they throw fists to the face, neither are backing down, Azar Vulcan knowing that Mansa Carthage has the power advantage ducks under one of the fists, and he waits as Mansa Carthage turns around, and Azar Vulcan connects with a standing drop kick that knocks back Mansa Carthage, and he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage runs at Azar Vulcan. Azar Vulcan takes down Mansa Carthage with a drop toe hold that sends Mansa Carthage flying to the middle rope. Azar Vulcan sling shots himself over the top rope, and he connects with a guillotine leg drop. This makes Mansa Carthage fall down on the mat, he is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Azar Vulcan runsto the ropes, and he connects with a one handed face crusher. Azar Vulcan runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a spring board moonsault!! Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…….KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage!!]
JR-Almost three!!
King-Man would it suck to be in the ring with a man you already know is better than you?
Kris Gaffney-Well…either it would make me have nothing to lose…or I’d just not try…
[Azar Vulcan waits for Mansa Carthage to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage turns towards Azar Vulcan, and he goes for the Money Maker. Mansa Carthage ducks under, Mansa Carthage connects with a reverse jaw breaker that knocks him backwards. Azar Vulcan stumbles around, Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he waits for Azar Vulcan to get where he wants him to, and Mansa Carthage drops Azar Vulcan with a super man punch. Mansa Carthage rest up, and Azar Vulcan stumbles up to his feet, and Mansa Carthage grabs Azar Vulcan around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a choke slam!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Azar Vulcan. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2………….KICK OUT by Azar Vulcan, Mansa stares down the ref. He gets up to his feet, and then he calls for the end of the match as he waits for Azar Vulcan to get up to his feet.]
JR-It seems that Mansa Carthage is looking to finish off this match with the Dragon’s Descend!
King-Or that’s what he thinks he’s doing, but I’m certain the Master mind has a plan!
[Mansa Carthage picks up Azar Vulcan, but Azar Vulcan is able to counter with a small package pinning combination on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2………3!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan gets the win via small package pinning combination.
King-And being better than YOU
(Azar Vulcan rolls under the ropes as Mansa Carthage stares him down as Shockwave goes off the air.)
