(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena as fireworks blasts on the stage, the lights turn on and fans yell and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd, and we zoom out to display the location information. We get another shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to another edition of Saturday Shockwave, I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight we will find out who will be the number one contender for the tag team championships.
Kris Gaffney-All teams are looking to prove something, and they will have to do it by climbing a ladder.
King-Jack Swagger approves.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
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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
Jim Ross: Patrick Payne former world champion is going to face off against another world champion Tony Ikeda.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: The truth hurts...and the truth is Tony is old!
[The house lights kick bright and a cannon of cheers detonates as “Game On” by Disciple hits the sound system, guitars rattling the rafters. Tony Ikeda strides into view with eyes alight and a steady grin that reads calm fire. He slaps both sides of the aisle with open palms, pointing to a kid in the front row and then to the ring as if inviting the whole building to run with him. He reaches the steps and thumps the steel once, then takes them in two quick strides, hits the apron in rhythm with the chorus, and launches himself over the top rope with a simple, clean vault. He lands at center and makes a small clockwise turn, spreading his arms to absorb the welcome as signs bob and a rolling chant of his name takes shape. Ikeda keeps it modest, pointing once to the sky, then once to the mat, and then settles into a stretch, rolling his neck and shoulders. He checks the buckles with brisk tugs, nods to the referee that he is ready, and finally walks toward Payne, stopping just short to offer a quick, respectful nod. It is not a handshake, not tonight, but his posture reads sportsman who will wrestle clean and fight hard. The music fades but the buzz remains, an undercurrent of faith aimed at the hometown hero of the night.]
Jim Ross: Listen to this reaction for Tony Ikeda. The people have chosen their man.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: They always choose the guy who smiles and signs things. I choose the one who wins.
Kris Gafney: I choose whoever can still look left and right after this is over.
Ashley Irvine-I choose you PIKACHU! gives Pikachu and doesn't mind she gets shocked
[The referee checks both men one more time and signals for the bell. Payne immediately strolls to the ropes and demands the official back Ikeda up, drawing a flurry of boos for the delay. Ikeda obliges, hands up, patient as a saint. Payne paces, then steps in for a collar and elbow that turns into a quick headlock grab. Ikeda settles his hips and pushes Payne off to the ropes. Payne rebounds and bulldozes with a shoulder, Ikeda pops right back up and they lock up again. Payne snatches a wrist and wrenches with a twist, then adds a hair pull the referee cannot see as he tugs Ikeda down into a hammerlock. Ikeda winces but rotates through with nimble footwork, doubles under, and switches Payne into a hammerlock of his own before a clean release and a pat on the back that draws a cheer. Payne spins with a scowl and pokes a finger to Ikeda’s chest as if to say do not touch me. Ikeda spreads his hands and invites a test of strength. Payne looks to the crowd, who howl for it, so he fakes high and jabs a knee to the midsection, doubling Ikeda over. Payne grabs the back of the head and bounces Ikeda face first off the top turnbuckle, then rakes the eyes along the top rope in a single rough scrape while stepping away just in time to avoid the count. Ikeda blinks hard, shakes it off, and backs to center. Payne claps at his own brilliance and circles.]
Jim Ross: That will get a warning from the ref.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Creative resource allocation, JR. He used the environment. I call that efficient.
[Ikeda answers the next tie up by snapping off a swift armdrag and keeping the arm entangled on the mat. Payne squirms, tries to get a knee under, and eats another armdrag when he lunges. Ikeda floats to a top wristlock and levers Payne flat, then slides into a crisp side headlock takeover. Payne hooks a leg to prevent the full turn and scrapes to a seated base. Ikeda keeps it snug, face down close to the ear, grinding and forcing time to tick away. Payne claps his hands mockingly like he is not impressed, then shoves a forearm into Ikeda’s face to create space. Ikeda transitions to a front facelock and stands, then spins out into a snapmare and a kick to the spine that pops the crowd. He does not showboat. He hits the ropes and lands a low running dropkick to the back that jars Payne forward. Cover for one as Payne powers out with a snarl. Ikeda keeps the tempo up by hooking a gutwrench and muscling Payne to a vertical lift, turning and planting him with a suplex for another brisk one count. Payne bails to the apron to regroup, barking at the official to keep Ikeda back. Ikeda, true to form, gives him space. Payne milks it, then suddenly grabs Ikeda by the ankles from the floor and yanks him down hard, snapping Ikeda’s neck on the middle rope. Payne slips back in and hits a running elbow to the back of the head, flattening Ikeda.]
Jim Ross: That was a nasty rebound off the middle rope. I do not like where Payne is targeting.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: I love where he is targeting. The neck is a bullseye. You hit the bullseye, you win prizes.
Kris Gafney: Step right up and ring the bell, but preferably not his head on the rope again.
[Payne goes to work with ruthless focus. He plants a knee between Ikeda’s shoulder blades and wrenches a rear chinlock, leaning back while whispering insults at Ikeda’s ear that do not make the broadcast. Ikeda fights the hands, builds to a knee, and gets to his feet only for Payne to yank him by the hair back to the mat at the count of four. Payne kneels over Ikeda and grinds a forearm across the face, then rakes the laces of his boot along Ikeda’s temple before the referee backs him off with threats of a disqualification. Payne throws both hands up and claims innocence, then turns and hits a jumping elbow drop square to the chest. He follows with a measured vertical neck crank, folding Ikeda’s head sideways, then drums knuckles into the trapezius. The crowd wills Tony up with a chant. Ikeda braces a forearm, gets to a knee, and fires short shots to the body. Payne answers with a sharp knee lift to shut it down, then strings together a swinging neckbreaker and a low running knee to the ear. Cover and a lazy forearm across Ikeda’s face nets a two. He then drapes Ikeda’s throat across the second rope and leans every pound of his weight onto the back of Ikeda’s neck, releasing at four with his palms sky high like he is an angel. The crowd rains heat. Payne turns and makes a call me phone gesture to the camera, telling someone at home to watch what comes next.]
Jim Ross: Payne is bringing the pain to Tony Ikeda.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: I have a solution. Tony should stop putting his neck near the ropes.
Kris Gafney: That is like telling a fish to stop near the water.
[Ikeda springs to life at a moment Payne expects passivity. As Payne drags him up by the head, Ikeda snaps a palm strike under the chin, then a liver shot that steals a gasp from Payne. Ikeda hits the ropes, ducks a wide hook, and answers with a running forearm that knocks Payne down. He kips to his feet, rolls his shoulders, and lights up Payne with knife edge chops that echo, three in a row, then whips him and hits a clean kitchen sink knee on the rebound. Payne flops to his back and scrambles to a corner, only to eat a flying corner clothesline and a quick bulldog that spikes him near center. Ikeda covers and gets two as Payne forces a strong kickout. Ikeda stays on him, hooking a half hatch suplex for another near fall, then floats to a front facelock and lifts for a stalling suplex. Payne kicks his legs and twists to land behind, shoves Ikeda chest first into ropes, and rolls him on the recoil with a handful of tights. The referee sees the grip and halts the count at one with a stern warning. Payne waves it off as an optical illusion and stomps Ikeda between the shoulder blades for emphasis. He threads Ikeda’s arms behind with a grounded full nelson tease, not quite a lock, and rams his forehead into the canvas. He smiles up at the jeering fans like he just gave them a preview of pain. Patrick Payne whips Tony Ikeda off of the ropes, and he lowers his head. But Patrick Payne gets driven into the mat with a running DDT into the mat. Tony Ikeda gets up, and he calls for Patrick Payne to get up to his feet.]
JR-Tony Ikeda might have caught Patrick there.
King-We’ll see what he does with it.
Kris Gaffney-Think it’ll be good?
King-No…it’ll be BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
[Ikeda steps in tight, threads his arms under Payne’s again, and this time his fingers clasp behind the head with certainty. The full nelson is locked and the roar of the arena suggests a roof ready to lift. Payne thrashes, tucks his chin, tries to split the hands, but Ikeda plants his feet, sets his hips, and with a controlled burst rips Payne off the mat in one ferocious pull. He arches back and spikes Patrick Payne with the Full Nelson Suplex in a fold that claps the canvas like a gunshot. Payne bounces to his shoulders, legs quivering. Ikeda jumps into a pristine pin, hooking the leg so there is no escape as the referee slides into position. One. Two. Three. The bell hits and the sound of triumph washes over the ring as if it were a living thing, all thunder and joy.]
Jim Ross: Tony Ikeda just nailed the Full Nelson Suplex and that is the ball game.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Someone check on the ring. It might need therapy after that landing.
Kris Gafney: He locked the hands and clocked the match. That is math I can get behind.
[Ikeda releases the grip and rolls to his knees, exhaling relief and gratitude. He rises and the referee takes his wrist and hoists it, palm to the sky. Ikeda points to the people and then to his heart. He steps to a corner and mounts the second rope just long enough to salute the chanting sea that carried him through the match.]
(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 is the Extreme Champion, and might be looking to make sure that the Dungeon Master does not get involved in a title race.
King-Plus it’s a test against a new opponent.
The arena is plunged into eerie darkness. A single spotlight beams down on the entrance stage, revealing an enormous 20-sided die (D20), its numbers glowing with arcane energy. The haunting opening chords of “Binks’ Sake” start to play, gentle and mysterious, the crowd immediately clapping along.
Suddenly, on the massive LED screen, a colossal animated dragon bursts forth—its scales shimmering violet and gold. It coils and roars, unleashing a torrent of digital flame straight down the ramp. As the fire rushes forward, spotlights follow, making it seem as if the very ramp itself is set ablaze, leading to the ring.
At that moment, from beneath the stage, a ring of real flames erupts. Rising through the fire, guitar in hand and bathed in flickering orange and purple light, stands The Dungeon Master. He strikes a rockstar pose, head thrown back, hair wild, the guitar gleaming across his chest. The arena explodes with cheers.
He launches into a flamboyant air guitar solo, strutting to the music, every step in sync with the rolling animation of the D20, which now tumbles down the ramp in perfect time with his movement—projected to look as if it’s rolling just ahead of him, leading the way to destiny.
Each of his steps triggers a cascade of lighting effects—arcane runes illuminate underfoot, bursts of fireworks erupt from the ramp, and shooting flames flare on either side. He spins and dances, encouraging the crowd to join in, then leaps onto the ring apron, pausing to soak in the roaring energy of the fans.
With a grand flourish, he vaults into the ring, landing center stage in an epic rockstar stance. He rips a final, thunderous strum on his guitar—at that precise moment, golden sparks rain down from the rafters, surrounding him in a shimmering storm, as purple and gold spotlights swirl around the ring.
As the music fades, the dragon on the screen loops and lands atop a mountain of dice, bellowing one last time as flames curl around the frame.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring… hailing from the Astral Plane… but Louder! Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds… he is the BARD of BRUTALITY… the MASTER of MAYHEM… THE DUNGEON MASTER!
The Dungeon Master drops to one knee, raises his guitar like a legendary sword, and flashes a wild, infectious grin as the crowd erupts—his legend already unfolding before the match has even begun.
JR-The Dungeon Master has been impressive.
King-Despite the jokes.
Kris Gaffney-I think that makes him more impressive.
[Fenrir Kaine and The Dungeon Master stare down, Kaine goes for a fist to the face, and The Dungoen Master ducks under. Fenrir Kaine gets hit with a jaw breaker that knocks him backwards. The Dungeon Master connects with a combination of palm strikes, and spinning chops, but the combo can’t be completed as Fenrir Kaine connects with a knee lift, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. The Dungeon Master connects with a standing drop kick that knocks him backwards, Fenrir Kaine falls on the ropes, and the Dungeon Master connects with a clothesline over the top rope, and he waits for Fenrir Kaine to get where he wants him, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine gets hit with a suicide dive. However this took something out of the Dungeon Master too, and he throws in Fenrir Kaine, and he takes him some time to rest up.]
JR-I got to wonder if that might have been a bad strategy.
King-I got to wonder if you’ll shut up if I punch you in the face JR.
Kris Gaffney-Probably not..he’d yell “OH MY FACE IS BROKEN IN HALF”.
[The Dungeon Master tries to get into the ring, but it’s met with a kick to the face by Fenrir Kaine. The Dungeon Master falls on the rope, and Fenrir Kaine hooks the Dungeon Master, and he drops him with a rope-hung spike DDT into the mat. Fenrir Kaine takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet, he see’s that the Dungeon Master has gotten up in the corner, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a running hip attack!! Fenrir Kaine backs out of the corner, and the Dungeon Master stumbles out of the corner, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick. The Dungeon Master goes down, Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on the Dungeon Master. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2………..KICK OUT by the Dungeon Master!!]
JR-Kick out by the Dungeon Master.
King-Not quite what the Dungeon Master was expecting.
Kris Gaffney-He’s had a short career in the EMF thus far, but this might be his greatest challenge yet.
[Fenrir Kaine waits for the Dungeon Master, and he sets him up, and he goes for a standing uranage, but the Dungeon Master counters with a roll up on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master wins this match.
(“Main Event-ish” blasts on the PA system. Jey Uso walks through the crowd, and they step inside of the ring, and he waits for his opponent.)
JR-Jey Uso will need to step up to the main event.
King-Guess he’ll have to live up to his nickname.
Kris Gaffney-Wrestlers don’t really do that these days.
[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 the world champion, but Jey has faced off against world champions before.
King-But he’s never faced a man who’s already better than everyone else.
[Jey Uso and Azar Vulcan stand in the middle of the ring, they throw fists to the face neither wrestlers backing down. Jey Uso starts to get the advantage, but he is able to counter with a eye rake that makes him stunned, and Azar Vulcan whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a knee to the gut that makes the wind go out of the body of Jey Uso. Jey Uso falls down on the mat. Azar Vulcan waits for Jey Uso to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Jey Uso waits for Azar Vulcan to get up to his feet, and Jey Uso connects with a kick to the gut that doubles him over, and he sets him up, and he connects with a vertical suplex position. Azar Vulcan connects with a brain buster. Azar Vulcan runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a spring board moonsault on Jey Uso. Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Jey Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Jey Uso!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan almost got the three.
King-He shouldn’t even try to YEET, he knows his not better than Azar!
Kris Gaffney-Well guess he is going to compare it to tag team wrestling.
King-That’s like if Road Dogg or X-Pac could be god of singles wrestler after being the greatest tag team EVER!
[Azar Vulcan waits for Jey Uso to get up to his feet. Azar Vulcan goes for the Money Maker, but at the last moment Jey Uso ducks under. Azar Vulcan turns around, and Jey Us connects with a super kick that drops Azar Vulcan. Jey Uso takes a few moments to rest up, and Azar Vulcan is slow to get up to his feet, and Jey Uso runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Azar Vulcan turns towards where Jey Uso is, and he connects with a spear on Azar Vulcan. Jey Uso 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!! Jey Uso picks up Azar Vulcan, and he connects with a body slam, he goes to the outside of the ring.]
JR-Azar Vulcan might be in trouble here.
King-That’s what he wants you to believe.
Kris Gaffney-Are you getting the Melon Gods and Azar mixed up?
King-There might not be any difference, you don’t know.
[Jey Uso jumps off and Azar Vulcan moves out of the way. Jey crashes into the mat. Azar Vulcan gets up, and Jey Uso connects with a Money Maker on Jey Uso. Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Jey, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan gets the victory.
(“Archaos Angels theme” blasts on the PA system. Archaos Angels walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring, he steps inside of the ring)
JR-Archaos Angels has impressed in the opportunities he’s gotten.
King-However this match should be different than any match he’s had thus far.
Kris Gaffney-At least from style, and knowledge of wrestler.
(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-As mentioned previously Aari Maxwell has a good mix of ground and high flying moves, but his knowledge of animals have also given him an edge.
King-Aari is dangerous, especially in big match situations, we’ll see how he matches up against Archaos.
[Archaos Angels and Aari Maxwell stand in the middle of the ring, they talk trash, and Aari Maxwell throws a wild fist to the face, Aari Maxwell ducks under, and he goes for a spring board, but as he goes for a cutter, Archaos Angels counters with a belly to back suplex that puts Aari Maxwell down on the mat. Archaos Angels connects with a few stomps on the downed Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell gets picked up by Archaos Angels, and he connects with a few chops to the chin of Aari Maxwell, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a spinning heel kick to the face that puts him down on the mat. Archaos Angels waits for Aari Maxwell to get up to his feet, and Aari Maxwell kicks him in the gut, and he plants him down on the mat with an impaler DDT!! Archaos Angels 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 at the last moment.
King-Crikey! This is different fight indeed.
Kris Gaffney-Even so you need to keep adapting.
[Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet. Archaos sets up Aari Maxwell, but Aari Maxwell is able to counter with a few elbows to the side of the head. Aari Maxwell waits for Archaos Angels and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with the spring board cutter. Archaos Angels bounces up stunned, and Aari Maxwell picks up Archaos and he connects with a body slam. Aari Maxwell goes up to the top rope, and he connects with the 630 senton!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Archaos. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…..KICK OUT by Archaos Angels!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell with a few big moves have turned this match around.
King-Archaos is not a fan of this.
Kris Gaffney-He’ll have to figure a way to change it.
[Aari Maxwell sets up Angels for the Gorilla Strength, but it’s countered with an eye rake. Archaos Angels sets up and he connects with a reverse sit down crufix bomb!! Archaos Angels goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………..2………..3!!]
JR-Archaos used the eye rake to get the victory!
King-Guess he figured out a way, I’m a fan.
[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-Billy Breeze and Travis Vortex faced off against Little Mac and Luca a few weeks ago, and it did not work out in their favor.
King-Well, tonight is another opportunit, and they could get a title shot.
Kris Gaffney-That would be good bounce back.
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system as Shinseke Nakamango is directing traffic and Kenny Omegrape is waved to walk through, and grapes attack him, and bring him to the ring, and throw him into the ring.)
JR-Ugh…
King-Truly the Melon Gods make bad drivers a religious experience.
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 and Luca Bellarosa are going to have a lot of unique experience.
King-Despite relying on his fists, Mac’s skill set should adapt well.
[Billy Breeze, Travis Vortex, Kenny Omegrape, Shinseke Nakamango, Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa stand in the ring, the bell rings all teams watch for a moment to see who’s going to make the first move staring up on the brief case. Finally they just decide to throw fists to the face, and some of the teams fall out of the ring, but Little Mac goes for a Knock Out Blow on Billy Breeze, but Billy Breeze recalling what happened a few weeks ago ducks under, and he hooks Little Mac, and he connects with a t-bone suplex that sends him flying across the ring, and Little Mac slowly gets up to his feet, and Billy Breeze throws Little Mac to Travis Vortex who hits a hip toss, and then he follows it up with a hurricanarana that sends him flying out of the ring. Travis Vortex tries to follow him out of the ring, but Luca Bellarosa tries to attack him, but it’s countered by Travis throwing him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Travis Vortex connects with a belly to belly over head throw.]
JR-The team of Billy Breeze and Travis Vortex start out quickly.
King-That’s how the Melon Gods want them to feel…clearly the Melon Gods are generous.
Kris Gaffney-I’m sure that’s it…
[Travis Vortex tries to continue his attack, but he gets hit with a ladder, from outside of the ring Kenny Omegrape brings in a ladder, and Shinseke Nakamango measures up on Travis Vortex after he threw Billy Breeze out of the ring. He connects with a kick to the side of the head that knocks Travis Vortex on the ladder, and Kenny Omegrape is on the top turnbuckle, and he jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with an elbow drop on the downed Travis Vortex. Kenny Omegrape see’s that Luca Bellarosa is trying to sneak into the ring, but he counters with a drop kick to the knee. Kenny Omegrape gets up to his feet, and he connects with a running knee to the face that drops Luca Bellarosa. Shinseke Nakamango has the ladder under the brief case, and he steadys it as Kenny Omegrape tries to get the brief case.]
JR-The Melon Club are looking to get the title shot.
King-Truly the climb of the godly!
Kris Gaffney-….
[Little Mac comes behind him, and he connects with a few clubbing blows, and he connects with a power bomb off of the ladder, both wrestlers are down, and they are slow to get up to their feet. Little Mac connects with a KO Punch knocking Kenny Omegrape out of the ring. Luca Bellarosa has gotten a table, and he drives Billy Breeze through it.]
JR-The team of Mac and Luca might have cleared the field.
King-Wonder what Doc would say now.
Shinseke Nakamango connects with a kick to the head of Little Mac, Travis Vortex kicks Shinseke and he connects with an impaler DDT!! Travis Vortex realizes he’s all alone goes to the ladder, and he climbs up to the top of the ladder. Travis Vortex unhooks the brief case. The bell rings Travis Vortex and Billy Breeze win!!]
JR-Out of the chaos Travis Vortex and Billy Breeze get the win.
King-If they don’t have fruit are they really winners?
Kris Gaffney-OK Angelus Archer…
(Travis Vortex and Billy Breeze pose on the ladder as Shockwave goes off the air.)
