(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena. The lights turn on, and fans yell and wave their signs. The camera scans the crowd as the camera’s get shots of the crowd. The camera zooms out to display the location information, we get 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 jjoined by Jerry “The King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa face off against Billy Breeze and Travis Vortex.
Kris Gaffney-Both teams are going to want to prove something.
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. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder is apart of A Few Badd Men and Maledictum battle.
King-This isn’t good, it’s BADDDDDDD
Kris Gaffney-Although that’s good!
(As the lights in the arena plunge into darkness, an eerie silence descends over the crowd. The faint sound of wind howling fills the air, sending shivers down spines. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Wolf Totem" by The HU (featuring Jacoby Shaddix) thunder through the speakers, primal and haunting. A blood-red light floods the entrance ramp, illuminating a swirling mist of smoke that creeps along the ground like tendrils of something alive.
The screen above the stage flickers to life, showing the silhouette of a massive wolf prowling through a dark forest. As the beat drops, bursts of flame erupt from the stage, casting wild shadows across the arena. Through the flames and smoke emerges Fenrir Kaine, "The Demonic Werewolf." His imposing frame is silhouetted against the fiery backdrop, his head lowered, and his crimson eyes glinting beneath his hooded brow.
Ring Announcer: Now making his way to the ring! Fighting out of the Shadows of the Abyss! Weighing in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds and standing six feet and four inches tall! He is "The Demonic Werewolf" FENRIR KAINE!
Fenrir’s presence is palpable, an aura of raw, predatory menace that freezes the audience in place. As he begins his slow, deliberate march down the ramp, the flames on stage ignite once more, illuminating his every step. The red lights follow him like a spotlight, casting a sinister glow over his powerful frame. The mist clings to his boots as if the darkness itself refuses to let him go.
He reaches the ring steps and pauses, turning his gaze to the crowd. Their boos and jeers are drowned by the pulsating rhythm of his theme song, yet Fenrir remains unfazed. A low, guttural growl escapes his lips as he climbs the steps and enters the ring.
Once inside, Fenrir moves to the center of the ring, his massive frame towering over the referee. He throws back his head and lets out a bone-chilling howl, synchronized with a final burst of flame erupting from the ring posts. The lights flicker back to full brightness, but the chilling aura lingers as Fenrir Kaine removes his hood and glares out at the crowd with predatory intent.
He moves to his corner, leaning against the turnbuckle like a wolf surveying its prey, waiting for the match to begin. The arena buzzes with tension, every eye fixed on the terrifying force that is Fenrir Kaine.)
JR-Fenrir Kaine power is never to be understated.
King-If you want to do that then he’ll overstate it himself…on your face.
Kris Gaffney-Ha!
[Zack Ryder and Fenrir Kaine pace around the ring, Zack Ryder ducks under a wild fist to the face, and he runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine connects with a hard shoulder block that takes down Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder goes down on the mat, and he is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder falls on the ropes, and he gets clothesline over the top rope. Fenrir Kaine connects with a clothesline over the otp rope Zack Ryder lands on the apron, and he tries to get back itno the ring. Fenrir Kaine connects with a kick to the face, Zack Ryder gets hooked by Fenrir Kaine, and he connects with a rope-hung spike DDT. Fenrir Kaine turns around, and he connects with a standing moonsault. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position tom ake the count. The ref counts 1…………2……KICK OUT by Zack Ryder!!]
JR-Zack Ryder getting hit with a combo of power and high flying moves.
King-Quite the combo.
Kris Gaffney-This is true.
[Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, and Fenrir Kaine lifts up Zack Ryder, but Zack Ryder is able to slide out of the back. Zack Ryder pushes Fenrir Kaine to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick that stumbles back Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine stumbles backwards with a kick to the gut, and he connects with a DDT into the mat. Zack Ryder waits for Fenrir Kaine to get upt o his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine falls into the corner, and Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder backs out of the corner. Fenrir Kaine falls into the corner, Zack Ryder grins, he backs up he fist pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the face. Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine after pulling him out of the corner. Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……….2…..KICK OUT by Fenrir Kaine!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine is seeing the experience of Zack Ryder coming to the forefront.
King-Sick bro.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that Fenrir Kaine isn’t feeling so positive over it.
[Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but Fenrir Kaine ducks under, and Zack Ryder turns around, and he gets planted down with the Eclipse driver into a pin on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……….3!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine gets the victory.
(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-The former IC champion will be taking on the current IC champion.
King-Aari abilities have proven themselves for a reason.
Kris Gaffney-Plus his knowledge of animals have helped 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 change in focus has become an asset.
King-Aari Maxwell is going to be a challenge however.
Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure.
[Aari Maxwell and Mansa Carthage stand in the middle of the ring, and Aari Maxwell throw fists to the face, and neither are backing down, Mansa Carthage connects with a knee lift into the gut, and he whips him to the ropes, and he whips Aari Maxwell to the ropes, but as he bounces off of the ropes. Aari Maxwell jumps in the air, but it’s caught by Mansa Carthage. Mansa Carthage connects with a fall away slam. Mansa Cartahge waits for Aari Maxwell to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Aari Maxwell gets picked up, and Mansa Carthage hits a body slam. Mansa Carthage connects with an elbow drop. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he waits for Aari Maxwell to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage connects with the superman punch. Mansa Carthage 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-Aari Maxwell was able to kick out after a few big moves by Mansa Carthage.
King-Crikey!
Kris Gaffney-That’s probably what he’s thinking right now.
[Mansa Carthage waits for Aari Maxwell to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, he lifts him up, and Aari Maxwell is able to struggle out of the back Mansa Carthage’s back, and Mansa Carthage turns around, and Aari Maxwell connects with a jaw breaker. This makes Mansa Carthage stubmles around, and Aari Maxwell connects with a double leg take down, and he connects with a catapult that sends Mansa Carthage flying into the turnbuckle. Mansa Carthage stumbles around, Aari Maxwell rusn towards the ropes, and he spring boards off of the second rope, and he connects with a spring board cutter on Mansa Carthage. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a 630 senton on Mansa Carthage. Aari Maxwell 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-The bigger Mansa Carthage has been neturalized by high flying moves.
King-In the wild…Mansa should just swat Aari away.
Kris Gaffney-Crikey!
[Mansa Carthage gets picked up, and body slam, Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off for My Kingdom, but at the last moment Mansa moves out of the way. Aari crashes and burns. Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Aari Maxwell gets picked up, and dropped with the Dragon’s Descend by Mansa. Mansa Carthage holds Aari Maxwell into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2…….3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage was able to move at the last moment, and was able to take advantage to get the win.
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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 and Jackson Gunner have had a lot of battles through out their time in the EMF.
King-This is just the next chapter.
Kris Gaffney-Both wrestlers know what they will get out of the other.
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, 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 World Champion, “THE SMILING WARRIOR” JACKSON “KOA KOA” GUNNER!
JR-Jackson Gunner will look to hit his impact moves.
King-Which he has many.
Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure.
[Jackson Gunner and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, they lock up. Jackson Gunner puts Patrick Payne into a side head lock, and he puts on the pressure. Patrick Payne tries to find a way out of the hold as he pushes him towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jackson Gunner connects with a shoulder block that puts down Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne gets up to his feet, and Jackson Gunner hits a kick to the gut, and he sets up Patrick Payne, and he lifts up Patrick Payne, and he connects with a buckle bomb on Patrick Payne. Jackson Gunner waits Patrick Payne to stumble out, and he tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Patrick Payne. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne lowers his head, but Jackson Gunner counters with a running DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner 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-Jackson Gunner is probably not shocked that Patrick Payne kicked out there.
King-Considering the history between these two it’s almost expected.
Kris Gaffney-Patrick Payne will have to figure something out from here however.
[Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Patrick Payne gets lifted up but Patrick Payne is able to fight out of it with a few back elbows to the side of the head. This stuns Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner stumbles around, and Patrick Payne connects with a release northern lights suplex that sends Jackson Gunner flying across the ring. Patrick Payne gets ready, and Jackson Gunner is up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne connects with a running knee, and connects with a reverse neck breaker. Patrick Payne uses this chance to rest up, both wrestlers get up to their feet. Patrick Payne see’s Jackson Gunner stumble right at him as advantage and he connects with a quick impaler DDT. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he measures up. Patrick Payne jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with the flight risk on Jackson Gunner. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Jackson Gunner. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…..KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!!]
JR-Right back at Patrick Payne, he probably is not shocked Jackson kicked out there.
King-But I’m certainly sure that he was hoping.
Kris Gaffney-No harm in that!
[Patrick Payne waits for Jackson Gunner to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He kicks Jackson Gunner in the gut, and he sets him up on the top rope. Patrick Payne climbs up to the top rope, and he hooks him into a vertical suplex, and he goes for a super plex, but at the last moment Jackson Gunner is able to block it, and Gunner lands on Patrick Payne for a body press pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……….3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner counter of that move was able to secure 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.]
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[As the opening beats of "Protect Ya Neck" by Wu-Tang Clan start to resonate throughout the arena, the lights dim to a moody, understated ambiance. A single spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp, creating a sense of anticipation and mystery.]
[The titantron flickers to life, displaying a montage of New York City’s shadowy streets and skylines, setting the stage for Billy Breeze’s entrance. The screen then transitions to a spectral figure moving through the darkness, New Yorks own vigilante, The Crimson Wraith.]
[Suddenly, a soft, blue glow illuminates the ramp, casting a cool, ghostly light. A thin layer of fog creeps along the floor, adding to the spectral atmosphere, suggesting the presence of something or someone not quite of this world.]
[Then, emerging from the back, Billy Breeze strolls out nonchalantly, his demeanor calm and composed, but with a readiness that you cannot train for. He’s dressed in his signature ring gear, exuding a quiet confidence. Rex "Retro" Savage follows behind, his flamboyant attire contrasting with Billy’s simplicity, playing up to the crowd and hyping them up.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Hailing from the shadows of New York City, here is the enigmatic, the unpredictable... Specter, Billy Breeze!"
[Billy’s walk to the ring is unhurried, his eyes scanning the crowd with a detached yet intense gaze. The spotlight follows him, keeping him the focal point amidst the dimly lit arena. He occasionally pauses, giving the audience a nod or a slight smirk, but his silence speaks volumes.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Billy slides in effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. Rex "Retro" Savage takes a position at ringside, continuing to interact with the crowd and serve as Billy's charismatic mouthpiece.]
[The music and lights subtly shift as Billy prepares for the match, the fog dissipating and the spotlight fading, leaving Billy in the ring, a figure both enigmatic and ready for combat, as the arena buzzes with excitement for the upcoming match.]
JR-Travis Vortex and Billy Breeze has the most EMF experience as a team.
King-Plus they have a time machine.
Kris Gaffney-Always an asset.
The arena dims—clean and sharp. No theatrics. Just focus. Then—
“Return of the Mac” hits with that unmistakable groove.
The bass kicks in. The crowd pops.
They know what time it is.
Little Mac steps through the curtain.
He’s wearing a sleeveless hoodie—unzipped, hood down—his hands wrapped tight in black tape, knuckles calloused and exposed.
He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing lightly, eyes sharp, focused. He’s not playing to the crowd—he’s staying loose, staying ready.
Behind him, cool and steady, is Doc Louis, gum in his mouth, towel over one shoulder, nodding like he’s seen this win already.
Mac moves with confidence. Controlled swagger.
Taps his fists together as he walks.
No flash. No posturing. Just presence.
The strobe lights hit light gold and white as the beat pulses, but never overwhelm—because Mac’s energy doesn’t need dressing up.
The fans reach out—he slaps a few hands, nods to others, but he never stops moving. His rhythm is the beat of the ring.
He slides into the ring clean and low, pops up in one fluid motion, and immediately circles the ropes once—keeping his hands moving.
A short jab. A sidestep.
Always working. Always tuned in.
He hits the corner turnbuckle, hops up to the second rope, and raises one wrapped fist in the air—no grin, no posing. Just a statement:
“You’re stepping into my fight now.”
Samantha Irvin fires off with intensity:
"Making his way to the ring… accompanied by Doc Louis… from the Bronx, New York… weighing in at 200 pounds… he is THE PRIZE FIGHTER… LITTLLLLLLLEEEEE MAC!"
Mac drops down, rolls his shoulders, paces back to his corner. Doc gives him a nod, mutters something low.
Mac taps his fists together, leans into the ropes, and eyes his opponent like a sniper finding range.
He doesn’t flex.
He doesn’t scream.
He fights.
And you’d better pray your chin holds up.
The lights cut completely—
BOOM.
A harsh, red strobe light slashes through the dark as the opening beat of “Livid” (Scarlxrd x NF x Hopsin) hits like a car crash.
No countdown. No warning.
Just pure, unapologetic violence in audio form.
The screen glitches violently with distorted flashes of Luca’s face—twisted, screaming, laughing. Static-laced clips of limb-snapping submissions, steel chair shots, and blood-covered snarls flicker behind the noise.
And then—he explodes through the curtain.
Mad Dog Luca Bellarosa bursts onto the stage like he was shot out of a fucking cannon.
No rhythm, no choreography. He’s stomping, shouting, pacing back and forth like a beast trying to decide whether to sprint to the ring or tear the ramp apart with his bare hands.
He’s shirtless. Sweat already dripping. Taped fists. Baggy black pants tucked into unlaced boots. Gold chain bouncing off his chest like it’s trying to escape the madness.
His eyes are wild.
His mouth is moving—talking to himself, barking at the crowd, yelling at no one.
He doesn’t pose. He doesn’t smile.
He storms.
Down the ramp, he points at fans, flips off a camera, laughs manically.
Sometimes he drops to all fours and slams the ground.
Other times he throws punches at nothing just to stay warm.
Samantha Irvin’s voice cracks over the chaos:
"Introducing… from the streets of Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 225 pounds… he is the MAD DOG… LUCAAAA… BELLAROSAAAA!"
He dives under the bottom rope, scrambles across the ring like a spider, then slams himself chest-first into the turnbuckles. Once. Twice. Turns. Roars.
He jumps onto the middle rope, howls like an animal to the crowd, then drops down and paces the ring like it’s too small to hold him.
There’s no composure. No calm. Just a storm in a human shape.
He pounds the mat.
Yells at the referee.
Throws his own body into the ropes to test them.
Because Mad Dog Luca doesn’t come to compete.
He comes to break things.
And when the bell rings?
He’s already moving.
JR-Little Mac should have an interesting match against Billy Breeze.
King-Breeze does have a skill set much like Little Mac.
Kris Gaffney-We’ll see how that plays out.
[Billy Breeze and Little Mac stand in the middle of the ring, and they pace around the ring, and they start throwing fists to the face both land, then Billy Breeze ducks under one of the fists, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, but Little Mac is able to connect with a hard fist that knocks down Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze is slow to get up to his feet. Billy Breeze connects with a liver punch to the gut that double shim over, and then he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a running knee lift, and then follows up with a reverse neck breaker that puts him down on the mat. Little Mac makes the tag to Luca Bellarosa. Luca Bellarosa steps inside of the ring Billy Breeze is slow to get up to his feet once he gets up to his feet, Luca Bellarosa hits a few fists to the face that knocks back. Luca Bellarosa tries to whip Billy Breeze to the ropes, but it’s reversed. Luca bounces off of the ropes, and Billy Breeze lowers his head Luca counters with a swinging neck breaker!!]
JR-Billy Breeze might be in trouble here.
King-I’m certain that this is not how it works in the video games.
Kris Gaffney-Well…guess if you let it happen to make it more dramatic…maybe.
[Luca goes into the cover on Billy Breeze, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2..KICK OUT by Billy Breeze.Luca picks up Billy Breeze, but at the last moment Billy Breeze pushes him backwards, and Luca Bellarosa tries to answer with a clothesline, but it’s countered with a duck under, and Luca Bellarosa turns around, and Billy Breeze connects with a Harlem Hook that lands with not the full power. Luca Bellarosa falls backwards, and he stumbles backwards, and Billy Breeze kicks him in the gut, and he drops him with a DDT into the mat. Billy Breeze looks towards the corner, and he makes the tag to Travis Vortex. Luca Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Travis Vortex connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and he tries to whip him to the ropes, and does, he bounces off of the ropes Travis Vortex connects with a hip toss that sends Luca Bellarosa flying across the ring, and he follows it up with a hurricanarana from a kneeling position to complete the time twist.]
JR-Travis Vortex is bringing a new fire into this match.
King-I blame time machines.
Kris Gaffney-Probably…
[Travis Vortex measures up on Luca gets up to his feet, and he runs towards the corner, and he goes for a splash in the corner, but Travis moves out of the way. Luca makes the tag to Little Mac, Mac steps inside of the ring as Luca attacks Billy Breeze. Little Mac connects with a KO punch on Travis Vortex. Little Mac goes down on the mat. Little Mac goes into the cover on Travis Vortex. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………3!!]
JR-Little Mac was able to get a timely tagged and got the win.
(Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa celebrate as Saturday Shockwave goes off the air.)
