(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up in the darken arena as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on as fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots. They zoom out to display the location information. We get a few shots of the crowd. We zoom out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd as 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.
King-Tonight the Amigos will face off against a Few Badd Men with the tag team titles on the line.
Kris Gaffney-This should be a test for the Amigos, but they have shown themselves to be more than up for the challenge.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera taking footage of him walking down to the ring. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder is about to add another chapter to the feud of the Melon Club, and A Few Badd Men.
King-Too bad it’ll end the same way it always does….their gods, not sick bro!
Kris Gaffney-I would think Ryder would be more positive than that…
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Walter Melon walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Walter Melon has made it clear he’s not a fan of anyone who aligns with Tony Ikeda.
King-So says the Melon Gods, he’s BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Kris Gaffney-Well…what about Badd puns?
King-Badd puns….are OK…I think.
[Walter Melon, and Zack Ryder pace around the ring. Zack Ryder locks up, and Walter Melon connects with a knee lift, and he puts Zack Ryder into an arm bar. But it’s actually Ashley Irvine who yells “WATERMELON!!” She jumps out, Zack Ryder goes back into the arm bar. Zack Ryder pushes Walter Melon into the ropes, and he whips Walter Melon off of the hold. Walter Melon bounces off of the ropes. Walter Melon connects with a running shoulder block. Zack Ryder gets up to his feet, and he runs at Walter Melon. Walter Melon connects with a hip toss that sends Zack Ryder down on the mat. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet. Walter Melon hits a body slam. Walter Melon backs up to the ropes, and he comes off of the ropes, and he drops a leg drop on Zack Ryder. Walter Melon puts Zack Ryder into a chin lock. Walter Melon puts on the pressure as Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with a few elbows to the gut, this breaks the hold. Zack Ryder runs towards the ropes, but as he comes off of the ropes, Walter Melon drops Zack Ryder with the spitting seeds!! Walter Melon goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2….KICK OUT by Walter Melon!!]
JR-Walter Melon was able to hit the spitting seeds, but it wasn’t enough.
King-Clearly the Melon Gods want to make Zack Ryder pay for supporting Tony’s inferior fruit.
Kris Gaffney- Always a good reason to do stuff.
King-It is!
[Walter Melon waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet, and Zack Ryder gets picked up, but before he can hit the body slam. Zack Ryder fights out of the clutches of Walter Melon. Zack Ryder slides out of the back. Walter Melon pushes him to the ropes. Walter Melon bounces off of the ropes, Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick that puts down Walter Melon. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to rest up. Walter Melon gets up to his feet. Walter Melon gets hit with a running clothesline by Zack Ryder. Walter Melon gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Walter Melon. Zack Ryder tries to whip Walter Melon to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Walter Melon. Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes. Walter Melon lowers his head, but Zack ryder counters with a swinging neck breaker by Zack Ryder on Walter Melon. Walter Melon rolls around in pain, and he gets up in the corner. Zack Ryder runs otwards the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner, and Walter Melon stumbles around. He falls into the corner into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up. He fists pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!). Zack Ryder connects with the broski boot to the face. Zack Ryder pulls Walter Melon out of the corner. Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Walter Melon. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2….KICK OUT by Walter Melon!!]
JR-Almost three by Zack Ryder.
King-Facing a god…not sick bro!
Kris Gaffney-Guess not…
[Walter Melon is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder. Walter Melon block, and he drops Ryder with a power bomb. Walter Melon goes to the outside of the ring. Walter Melon goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Walter Melon climbs up to the top rope. Walter Melon jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a fruit smash splash on Zack Ryder. Walter Melon goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………….2…………3!!]
JR-Walter Melon turns the match on a dime, and gets the victory.
King-There is no timing…just the plan of the Melon Gods!
[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-Mansu Carthage seems ready to take a lead role.
King-Although we did question if he’s ready for any role.
Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure.
(“Born a King” blasts on the PA system. Jimmy Uso walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jimmy Uso doesn’t seem amused by this situation.
King-No YEET?
[Jimmy Uso, and Mansu Carthage stand in the middle of the ring. They are talking trash to each other, and they throw fists to the face. Mansu Carthage wins the exchange with a knee lift into the gut that doubles him over, and he whips Jimmy Uso to the ropes, and Jimmy Uso bounces off of the roeps. Mansu Carthage connects with a flying knee lift into the face that drops Jimmy Uso. Mansu Carthage waits for Jimmy Uso to get up to his feet. Mansu Carthage connects with a kick to the gut that drives the air out of Jimmy Uso. He lifts him up, and he connects with a vertical suplex that puts down Jimmy Uso. Jimmy Uso goes into a seated position. Mansu Carthage runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He connects with a running knee to the face. Mansu Carthage doesn’t seem done however before he goes for the pin. Mansu picks up Jimmy Uso by the hair, and he lifts him up, and he puts him over his shoulder, and he drops him with a tombstone piledriver. Mansu Carthage goes into the cover on Jimmy Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………………..2………..KICK OUT by Jimmy Uso. Mansu Carthage connects with a few stomps on the downed Jimmy Uso as he plans for his next move.]
JR-Mansu Carthage has hit Jimmy with big moves, but there is no quit in Jimmy.
King-No YEET, no quit.
Kris Gaffney-That is for sure.
[Jimmy Uso is slow to get up to his feet, and Mansu picks up Jimmy Uso, and Jimmy Uso struggles out of the back, and he connects with a few elbows to the side of the head. Jimmy Uso lands behind Mansu Carthage. Mansu turns around right into a super kick to the face that stuns Mansu. Jimmy Uso hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he drops him with a DDT!! Jimmy Uso goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Jimmy Uso is looking for a big move.
King-I’m guess a splash.
Kris Gaffney-Good guess…
[Jimmy Uso goes for the Uso splash, but Mansu moves out of the way. Jimmy crashes into the mat. Jimmy is slow to get up to his feet. Mansu drops him with the Dragon's descent. Jimmy seems out of it, and Mansu goes into the cover on Jimmy, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2……….3!!]
JR-Mansu Carthage gets the victory!
(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-Tonight Fenrir Kaine is looking to defeat the Extreme Champion.
King-He’s going to have to do it in a normal match.
Kris Gaffney-To get the title, he’ll have to defeat Jack Lynch in both.
(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-Tonight Jack Lynch controls his own destiny.
King-Normally I would say that might be a good thing, but Fenrir has shown to be a force.
Kris Gaffney-Although, Jack Lynch does love chaos.
King-There is that.
[Jack Lynch and Fenrir Kaine pace around the ring. Fenrir Kaine throws a wild fist to the face, and Jack Lynch ducks under. Jack Lynch fires off a few knife edge chops to the chest. One is blocked, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a big head butt that puts him down on the mat. Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet Fenrir Kaine connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Fenrir Kain falls into the ropes. Fenrir Kaine whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jack Lynch bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine connects with a spinning heel kick to the face that puts him down on the mat. Jack Lynch in pain gets up in the corner. Fenrir Kaine gets up in the corner. Fenrir Kaine connects with a hip attack on Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch stumbles towards Fenrir Kaine. Jack Lynch hooks him, and he connects with a spinning Uranage that puts him down on the mat. Fenrir Kaine 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!! Fenrir Kaine hits a few stomps on the downed Jack Lynch, and he waits for Fenrir Kaine to get up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine kicks Jack Lynch in the gut.]
JR-Fenrir Kaine might be able to finish the match here.
King-That’s what someone who isn’t into chaos would say.
Kris Gaffney-Get him!
King punches JR
Kris Gaffney-I was only kidding…
King-I wasn’t…
[Jack Lynch gets set up. Fenrir Kaine sets up Jack Lynch, but Jack Lynch is able to spin out of it. Fenrir Kaine goes for a clothesline. Jack Lynch is able to connect with a reverse neck breaker on Fenrir Kaine. Jack Lynch waits for Fenrir Kaine to get up to his feet. Jack Lynch connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Jack Lynch tries to whip Fenrir Kaine to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Fenrir. He bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine lowers his head, but Jack Lynch is able to counter with a swinging neck breaker. Jack Lynch takes a few moments to rest up. He goes into the corner, and he waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine turns around, and he gets dropped with a Pandemonium Kick to the face!! Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………KICK OUT with authority by Fenrir Kaine!! Jack Lynch goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope, but Fenrir catches Jack. Fenrir throws him over his shoulder, but Jack Lynch slides out, and he connects with a reverse DDT!!]
JR-Jack Lynch is gaining momentum.
King-That’s…ah chaos…
Kris Gaffney-It would seem so.
[Jack Lynch picks up Fenrir Kaine, but Fenrir Kaine connects with a few elbows to the side of the head. Fenrir Kaine lands behind Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch turns around. Fenrir Kane connects with a kick, and he sets him up, and he drops him with The Eclipse Driver on Jack Lynch. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2………..3!!]
JR-Jack Lynch was able to hang in the fight with Fenrir Kaine like we have yet seen, but in the end Fenrir gets the victory.
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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-The Golden Empire is seemingly no more, but the war continues.
King-No matter who it is, as long as they have a man who’s already better than everyone else, they are always going to have the advantage.
Kris Gaffney-I can understand that.
(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 also will continue the battle.
King-But first he needs to face off against the former world champion.
Kris Gaffney-Crikey! This isn’t going to be easy.
[Austin Jameson Mercer and Aari Maxwell pace around the ring, and they lock up. Aari Maxwell puts Austin Jameson Mercer into a side head lock. Austin Jameson Mercer is able to get to the side of Aari Maxwell. Then he lifts him up, and he goes for a belly to back suplex, but Aari Maxwell rolls out of the back. Aari Maxwell runs otwards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a one man flap jack that sends him flying down on the mat. Aari Maxwell is slow to getup to his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer grabs Aari Maxwell by the arm, and he brings him towards him. Austin Jameson Mercer Mercer connects with a diving clothesline that puts down Aari Maxwell. Austin Jameson Mercer gets ready as he waits as Aari Maxwell is getting up dazed, and he connects with the Harlem Hook which knocks back Aari Maxwell to the ropes, and Austin Jameson Mercer waits for Aari Maxwell dazed on his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer kicks Aari Maxwell, and he sets him up. He connects with the World Premiere with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell.]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer is so far taking it to Aari Maxwell.
King-Fights in the wild don’t always go your way at first.
Kris Gaffney-Guess any fight you can walk away from, it doesn’t matter how it ends.
[Austin Jameson Mercer picks up Aari, but he is able to slide out of the back. Aari pushes AJM to the corner. Aari Maxwell crashes inot the corner. He stumbles out of the corner. Aari Maxwell goes to the ropes, and he spring boards off of the second rope, and he connects with a spring board cutter on Austin Jameson Mercer. Aari Maxwell takes a few moments to rest up. Aari Maxwell gets up to his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer throws a wild fist, and Aari Maxwell connects with a few fists to the face, and he whips him to the ropes, but AJM is able to reverse the whip. Aari Maxwell bounces off of the ropes. Austin Jameson Mercer goes for a clothesline, but Aari Maxwell ducks under, and he goes to the other side of the ring. He bounces off of the ropes, and Aari Maxwell jumps in the air, and he connects with a flying clothesline that puts down Austin Jameson Mercer. Aari Maxwell waits for Austin Jameson Mercer to get up to his feet. Aari Maxwell connects with a kick to the gut, and he sets up Austin Jameson Mercer with a vertical suplex position, and he hooks the leg, and he hooks on a fisherman suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..KICK OUT by Austin Jameson Mercer!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer was able to roll his shoulder up at the last moment.
King-Crikey!
Kris Gaffney-Although it might be only a matter of time.
[Austin Jameson Mercer picks up Aari Maxwell, but before he drops him the Gorilla Strength. Austin Jameson Mercer is able to fight out of it, and he connects with an impaler DDT. AJM goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Austin Jameson Mercer jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with the Final Cut!! Austin Jameson Mercer goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer had one more counter in him, and it led him to the victory.
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring.)
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-This is different combination of A Few Badd Men.
King-They had success against the Amigos before.
Kris Gaffney-We’ll see if that holds, when the title is on a different story.
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The arena lights flicker and then cut out, plunging the crowd into darkness. A deep, rumbling bass echoes throughout the arena as "I Am Colossus" by Meshuggah begins to play. Thick, ominous smoke begins to billow from the stage, covering the ramp in a dense fog that swirls menacingly. Dark, crimson lights start to pulse in sync with the slow, crushing beats of the music, casting eerie shadows across the arena. Suddenly, a series of sharp, thunderous booms erupt, sending shocks of fire across the stage, creating a wall of flames that parts to reveal the silhouette of a giant figure. The smoke parts as Malek Voss, towering at 7'2" and 500 pounds, steps through the flames, his form barely visible through the heavy mist. The crowd murmurs in awe as Malek slowly begins his deliberate march toward the ring, his eyes locked ahead with cold, unwavering focus. Each of his footsteps seems to shake the very ground beneath him as the smoke follows his path. The crimson lights continue to pulse, casting him in and out of shadow, emphasizing his monstrous presence. Behind him, the fire burns brighter, leaving a trail of embers in his wake. Malek reaches the base of the ramp and pauses for a moment, taking in the energy of the arena, his expression stoic and unreadable. He places one massive hand on the apron, pulling himself up with ease, his eyes never leaving the ring. With a simple, yet intimidating motion, Malek steps over the top rope, entering the ring as the crimson lights swirl around him. Once inside, he slowly raises one arm to the sky, and as he does, a violent explosion of fireworks bursts from the turnbuckles, bathing the ring in a fiery glow.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Standing at 7 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at 500 pounds… from the depths of destruction itself... The Mad Titan, Malek Voss!"
[The lights return to their dim, crimson hue as Malek strides toward the center of the ring, his massive frame illuminated by the glowing red light. He stands tall, motionless, exuding power and menace, his eyes scanning the crowd as the arena settles into an eerie silence. The music fades, but the oppressive aura of Malek Voss lingers as he waits for his opponent, like a predator stalking his prey.
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The arena lights dim as the first beats of "Lie, Cheat, Steal" by CFO$ echo through the speakers. Golden spotlights begin to flicker across the stage, and the screen above the entrance flashes the words "NO GOOD" in bold letters. The crowd starts to react as Vince "No Good" Navarro steps out from behind the curtain, a sly smirk on his face. He’s dressed in his sleek ring gear, adjusting his sunglasses as he pauses at the top of the ramp, arrogantly soaking in the crowd’s reaction. Vince walks down the ramp with exaggerated swagger, pointing to his chest and mouthing to the crowd, “The Bad Boy’s here!” As he struts forward, the golden lights continue flashing in rhythm with the music, highlighting his every step. Vince taunts fans along the way, blowing kisses to a few and brushing off the boos with a cocky laugh.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Making his way to the ring, from the Streets of Sin City, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is the 'No Good,' 'Dirty' Vince Navarro!"
Vince reaches the apron and dramatically wipes his feet on it before stepping into the ring, taking his time as he climbs through the ropes. Once inside, he walks to the center of the ring and spreads his arms wide, showing off to the crowd, as if basking in invisible applause. He then walks over to the ropes, standing on the middle rope and raising his hand to his ear as if daring the fans to boo louder.
Vince Navarro: "All eyes on me, baby! The Bad Boy’s about to show you how it’s done!"
He casually leans against the turnbuckle with a cocky grin, his sunglasses still on. The music fades, and Vince waits with an air of superiority, confident and ready for whatever—or whoever—comes next.
JR-I’m certain that first match is on their minds.
King-However, they have shown to be successful
Kris Gaffney-Like a new age Road Dogg and X-Pac?
King-Well…no one’s THAT good of a tag team.
[Tony Ikeda and Vince Navarro start out, and Vince Navarro locks up with Tony Ikeda, and he connects with a knee lift, and he runs to the ropes, but Tony Ikeda catches him off guard with a diving clothesline that puts down Vince Navarro. Vince Navarro gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Vince Navarro gets whipped to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Tony Ikeda lifts up Vince Navarro, and he connects with a hip toss into a reverse neck breaker. Tony Ikeda gets up to his feet, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a diving elbow drop on Vince Navarro. Tony Ikeda makes the tag to Jackson Gunner, and Jackson Gunner steps inside of the ring, and he waits for Vince Navarro to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face that knock shim backwards. Jackson Gunner tries tow hip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Vince Navarro. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes, and he lowers his head, but Jackson Gunner connects with a running DDT that plants Vince Navarro. Jackson Gunner pushes Vince on to his back. Jackson goes into the cover on Vince Nvarro. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……KICK OUT by Vince Navarro!!]
JR-Vince Navarro was able to kick out.
King-The power of friendship wins?
Kris Gaffney-Maybe…
[Jackson Gunner waits for Vince Navarro to get up to his feet. Jackson Gunner hits a kick to the gut, and he goes for a vertical suplex, but Vince Navarro blocks it, and he connects with a vertical suplex, and he rolls up, and he connects with antoher one, and he connects with another one to complete the Amigos forever. Vince Navarro gets up to his feet, and he makes the tag to Malek Voss who steps inside of the ring, Jackson Gunner is getting up to his feet. Malek Voss connects with a running clothesline. Jackson Gunner is slow to get up to his feet. Malek Voss lifts him up, and he drops him with side walk slam. Jackson Gunner gets picked up by Malek Voss, and he sets him up into power bomb position. Malek Voss connects with a cataclysm on Jackson Gunner!! Jackson Gunner may be out of it. Malek Voss goes into the cover on Jackson Gunner. 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 Jackson Gunner. Malek Voss picks up Jackson Gunner, and he connects with a body slam. Malek Voss makes the tag to Vince Navarro. Vince Navarro climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope, but at the last moment Jackson Gunner is able to move out of the way. Vince Navarro crashes into the mat. Jackson Gunner is feeling the effects of the moves he’s taken. He looks otwards Tony Ikeda, and he makes the tag to Tony Ikeda!!]
JR-Vince Navarro went for the kill, but it might have allowed A Few Badd Men to have life.
King-Something Tony always knows.
Kris Gaffney-But then again…who wants to be as old as he is anyways?
[Vince Navarro is quick to hit a quick fist to the face of Tony Ikeda, and he brings him in the ring. Vince Navarro kicks him in the gut, and he puts him into a vertical suplex. Tony Ikeda is able to shift his weight, and Tony Ikeda pushes Vince Navarro towards Malek Voss, the Amigos crash into each other. Voss falls off the apron. Vince stumbles backwards, Tony Ikeda hooks Vince Navarro, and he drops him with the full nelson suplex. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Vince Navarro. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………..3!!]
JR-A Few Badd Men win the tag team championships
King-Tony used the ring position to his favor.
Kris Gaffney-That’s due to experience…because of…you know, being old.
(Jackson Gunner and Tony Ikeda celebrate the tag team title win as Saturday Shockwave goes off the air.)
