(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on, and fans yell and wave their signs. 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 joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight the tag team of Luca and Little Mac take on Jackson Gunner take on Tony Ikeda and Jackson Gunner.
Kris Gaffney-If they can win the match, they will get considerations for the tag team titles.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
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.
[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-The IC champion and the Extreme Champion team for the first time.
King-At least that we know of.
Kris Gaffney-Always important that you add that in there.
The arena is bathed in darkness.
A deep, guttural whispering slithers through the sound system—indecipherable, eerie, and inhuman, as if a thousand damned souls are muttering their final prayers. The air in the arena feels heavy, suffocating, like the presence of something unholy has seeped into reality itself.
Then, the first haunting notes of "Lucifer" by Behemoth rumble through the speakers, low and ominous, like a funeral hymn for the apocalypse. A single, blood-red spotlight flickers onto the stage, revealing a towering, cloaked figure standing in the center—motionless, head lowered, as if awaiting a divine command.
Smoke pours from the ground, swallowing the entrance ramp in thick, swirling shadows. Suddenly—
FOUR PILLARS OF FLAME ERUPT from the stage, casting monstrous shadows across the walls. A deep, droning bell tolls through the arena, and the cloaked figure finally moves.
Samael Dredd slowly lifts his head, revealing his face beneath the hood—painted in cracked, corpse-like war paint, his abyssal eyes devoid of humanity. The red glow from the flames illuminates him like a demon conjured from hell itself.
Ring Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring… from the Void Between Realms… weighing in at 305 pounds… he is The Harbinger of Despair… The Reaper Prophet… The Plagueborn… SAMAEL DREDD!"
The sound of distant, ritualistic chanting grows louder, creeping under the music like a blasphemous sermon. Samael slowly begins his march down the ramp, his long black trench coat flowing behind him like death’s shroud.
As he reaches the ring, flames ignite along the sides of the ramp, flickering and twisting as if alive. The crowd murmurs, some taking a step back as if an unseen force is pressing against them.
Samael stops at the base of the ring, his head tilting slightly as he gazes into the audience, his expression unreadable—empty, void of empathy, only inevitability. He slowly places a hand on the apron, and as he does—
A FINAL SURGE OF FIRE BLASTS FROM THE RING POSTS.
He climbs the steps methodically, wiping his feet on the apron as if cleansing himself before stepping into his unholy altar. Once inside, he kneels in the center of the ring, head bowed, hands outstretched as if praying to an unseen force.
Then—without warning—he snaps his head back and lets out a guttural, echoing breath, his body shaking as if possessed. The lights flicker violently, and then—
DARKNESS.
For a few seconds, there is nothing. Silence. Stillness.
Then, the lights return, and Samael Dredd is standing in the corner, unmoving, his eyes locked on his opponent.
He does not speak. He does not react. He simply waits.
For the suffering to begin.
The arena is bathed in darkness.
A deep, guttural whispering slithers through the sound system—indecipherable, eerie, and inhuman, as if a thousand damned souls are muttering their final prayers. The air in the arena feels heavy, suffocating, like the presence of something unholy has seeped into reality itself.
Then, the first haunting notes of "Lucifer" by Behemoth rumble through the speakers, low and ominous, like a funeral hymn for the apocalypse. A single, blood-red spotlight flickers onto the stage, revealing a towering, cloaked figure standing in the center—motionless, head lowered, as if awaiting a divine command.
Smoke pours from the ground, swallowing the entrance ramp in thick, swirling shadows. Suddenly—
FOUR PILLARS OF FLAME ERUPT from the stage, casting monstrous shadows across the walls. A deep, droning bell tolls through the arena, and the cloaked figure finally moves.
Samael Dredd slowly lifts his head, revealing his face beneath the hood—painted in cracked, corpse-like war paint, his abyssal eyes devoid of humanity. The red glow from the flames illuminates him like a demon conjured from hell itself.
Ring Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring… from the Void Between Realms… weighing in at 305 pounds… he is The Harbinger of Despair… The Reaper Prophet… The Plagueborn… SAMAEL DREDD!"
The sound of distant, ritualistic chanting grows louder, creeping under the music like a blasphemous sermon. Samael slowly begins his march down the ramp, his long black trench coat flowing behind him like death’s shroud.
As he reaches the ring, flames ignite along the sides of the ramp, flickering and twisting as if alive. The crowd murmurs, some taking a step back as if an unseen force is pressing against them.
Samael stops at the base of the ring, his head tilting slightly as he gazes into the audience, his expression unreadable—empty, void of empathy, only inevitability. He slowly places a hand on the apron, and as he does—
A FINAL SURGE OF FIRE BLASTS FROM THE RING POSTS.
He climbs the steps methodically, wiping his feet on the apron as if cleansing himself before stepping into his unholy altar. Once inside, he kneels in the center of the ring, head bowed, hands outstretched as if praying to an unseen force.
Then—without warning—he snaps his head back and lets out a guttural, echoing breath, his body shaking as if possessed. The lights flicker violently, and then—
DARKNESS.
For a few seconds, there is nothing. Silence. Stillness.
Then, the lights return, and Samael Dredd is standing in the corner, unmoving, his eyes locked on his opponent.
He does not speak. He does not react. He simply waits.
For the suffering to begin.
(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-Samael Dredd, and Fenrir Kaine are probably looking to get some revenge.
King-Like Adrian Peterson before him, always a good reason for anything.
[Samael Dredd and Mansa Carthage stand in the middle of the ring, and they lock up. Both wrestlers have a lot of power, and they fight for the advantage, but Mansa Carthage is able to stop the stalemate with a knee lift into the gut, and he whips him to the ropes, and but Samael Dredd reverses the whip. Samael Dredd lowers his head, but it’s countered with a knee lift to the face. Samael Dredd stumbles around, and Mansa Carthage backs to the ropes, and he connects with a big boot to the face that puts down Samael Dredd. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he waits for Samael Dredd to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He connects with a super man punch that drops Samael Dredd. Mansa Carthage makes the tag to the Dungeon Master, and the Dungeon Master comes into the ring, and he runs towards the ropes, and he jumps in the air, and he connects with a splash. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Samael Dredd. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Samael Dredd!!!]
JR-Samael Dredd was able to kick out.
King-Maybe he needs to call his Judge uncle?
Kris Gaffney-He is the lawl!
[Samael Dredd gets up to his feet, and The Dungeon Master runs at Samael Dredd. Samael Dredd throws him over the top rope. He lands on the apron. The Dungeon Master tries to get into the ring, but Samael Dredd kicks him in the face. The Dungeon Master gets hooked, and dropped with a Doomsayers cruse!! Samael Dredd makes the tag to Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a few fists to the face, and this back up the Dungeon Master, and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine connects with a spinning heel kick that drops The Dungeon Master. Fenrir Kaine waits for the Dungeon Master to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine connects with a few fists to the face, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine throws him in the air, and he drops him with a pop up somoan drop that puts down the Dungeon Master 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 Dungeon Master!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master is able to kick out.
King-He must have done his math to make that quick of kick out.
Kris Gaffney-We always assume that.
[The Dungeon Master is slow to get up to his feet, Samael Dredd is in the ring after being tagged in, Samael Dredd lifts him up, but Mansa Carthage reaches out, and he is able to make a blindside tag on Dungeon’s leg. Mansa comes into the ring, and he connects with a super man punch. Dungeon Master spears Fenrir Kaine. Mansa Carthage lifts up Samael Dredd, and he connects with the Dragon’s Descend. Mansa Carthage holds Samael Dredd into a pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2………..3!!]
JR-Mansa and The Dungeon Master use a blindside tag to get the victory.
(“Archaos theme” blasts on the PA system. Archaos walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Archaos has been spreading terror around the EMF.
King-Echo side has been filling up?
Kris Gaffney-What?
(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 knowledge, and skills should present a unique challenge.
King-You present a unique challenge JR of lameness, but I keep over coming.
Kris Gaffney-Ouch.
[Archaos Angels and Aari Maxwell pace around the ring. Archaos Angels throws a wild fist to the face. Aari Maxwell is able to duck under, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the roeps. Aari Maxwell jumps in the air, and he connects with a forearm shot to the face that puts him down on the mat. Aari Maxwell waits for Archaos Angels, but Angels pushes him backwards, and he goes for a kick to the face, but Aari Maxwell ducks under, and he connects with a jaw breaker that makes Archaos Angels dazed. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he spring boards off of the second rope, and he connects with a spring board cutter on Archaos Angels, and he goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. He jumps off, and he connects with the 630 senton. Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Angels. The ref goes into position tomake the count. The ref counts 1………….2……………KICK OUT by Archaos Angels!!]
JR-Archaos Angel is able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Aari Maxwell knows that in the wild fights are not that easy.
Kris Gaffney-Indeed.
[Aari Maxwell picks up Angels, but Archaos Angels rakes his eyes. Archaos Angels connects with a head butt that knocks back Aari Maxwell. Archaos Angels whips Aari Maxwell to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a spinning heel kick that drops Aari Maxwell. Archaos Angels takes a few moments to rest up, Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet. Archaos hits a kick to the gut of Aari Maxwell, and he drops him with an impaler DDT that puts down Aari Maxwell, knowing that it’s not quite time to go for the pin he takes a few moments to rest up. Archaos Angels waits for Aari Maxwell to get where he wants him, and he connects with a knee to the face, and he puts him down with a reverse neck breaker. Archaos 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 second.
King-This hasn’t taken a good turn for Aari.
Kris Gaffney-The match isn’t over yet.
[Aari Maxwell gets picked up by Archaos, and he gets set up for a reverse crufix bomb, but at the last moment Aari Maxwell fights out of it. Aari picks up Archaos, and he drops him with the Gorilla Strength!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Archoas. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2…………..3!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell fight out of it at the last second, and gets the victory.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He walks down to the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder knows a thing or two about starting as a tag guy.
King-That’s true, Zack proably has a longer career transitioning to a singles, but he knows what both Usos are going through.
Kris Gaffney-Can be both sick, and unsick.
(“Born a King” blasts on the PA system. Jimmy Uso walks out on the stage, he walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jimmy Uso has been getting more spotlight.
King-Guess after screwing up everything…he just wants to make his home happy.
Kris Gaffney-He’s failing so far…but maybe he can turn it around.
[Zack Ryder and Jimmy Uso stand in the ring, and Zack Ryder pumps the crowd. Jimmy Uso wants this match to go as long as possible, because home life isn’t great now. Jimmy Uso locks up, and he puts on an arm bar. Zack Ryder feels the pressure, Zack Ryder backs up Jimmy Uso, and he backs him to the ropes. Jimmy Uso bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with an arm bar release that sends him flying across the ring. Jimmy Uso gets up to his feet, and Jimmy Uso gets hit with a standing drop kick that makes him stumble back, and he falls out of the ropes. Jimmy gets up on the apron, Zack Ryder connects with a baseball slide that sends him flying off of the apron, and he hits his face on the apron. Zack Ryder measures up on Jimmy Uso, and Zack Ryder runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a suicide dive on Jimmy Uso. Zack Ryder throws Jimmy into the ring, and Zack Ryder steps inside of the ring, and he kicks Jimmy Uso in the gut, and he plants him into the mat with a DDT. Zack Ryder 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!!]
JR-Jimmy Uso was able to kick out.
King-Oh that’s good…I could already hear Naomi yelling in frustration.
Kris Gaffney-Probably…
[Zack Ryder motions for Jimmy Uso to the get up to his feet, and he goes for Rough Ryder, but he is able to go for a Rough Ryder. But Jimmy Uso goes for a super kick, and it connects. Zack Ryder goes down on the mat. Zack Ryder gets up, and he falls into the corner. Jimmy Uso runs into the corner, and he crushes Zack Ryder into the corner. Jimmy Uso waits for Zack Ryder to stumble towards him. Jimmy Uso lifts up Zack Ryder, and he drops him with a samoan drop. Jimmy Uso goes into the cover on Zack Ryder, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………KICK OUT by Zack Ryder. Jimmy Uso picks up Zack Ryder, and he connects with a body slam. Jimmy Uso goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Jimmy Uso looking to end this.
King-I thought that Jimmy was going to make this go on forever.
Kris Gaffney-Guess winning does the same thing
[Jimmy Uso goes for the Uso splash, but at the last moment, Zack Ryder moves out of the way. Zack Ryder gets up as Jimmy gets up. Zack Ryder connects with the Rough Ryder on Jimmy Uso. Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Jimmy Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2………3!!]
JR-Jimmy Uso went for it all, but it didn’t connect.
(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-The feud between these teams are heating up.
King-They have feuded over singles gold, now they transitions to tag teams.
Kris Gaffney-Think they took tips from Road Dogg and X-Pac
King-You can…but you can’t recreate their greatness
[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.]
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.
The arena is bathed in darkness.
A deep, guttural whispering slithers through the sound system—indecipherable, eerie, and inhuman, as if a thousand damned souls are muttering their final prayers. The air in the arena feels heavy, suffocating, like the presence of something unholy has seeped into reality itself.
Then, the first haunting notes of "Lucifer" by Behemoth rumble through the speakers, low and ominous, like a funeral hymn for the apocalypse. A single, blood-red spotlight flickers onto the stage, revealing a towering, cloaked figure standing in the center—motionless, head lowered, as if awaiting a divine command.
Smoke pours from the ground, swallowing the entrance ramp in thick, swirling shadows. Suddenly—
FOUR PILLARS OF FLAME ERUPT from the stage, casting monstrous shadows across the walls. A deep, droning bell tolls through the arena, and the cloaked figure finally moves.
Samael Dredd slowly lifts his head, revealing his face beneath the hood—painted in cracked, corpse-like war paint, his abyssal eyes devoid of humanity. The red glow from the flames illuminates him like a demon conjured from hell itself.
Ring Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring… from the Void Between Realms… weighing in at 305 pounds… he is The Harbinger of Despair… The Reaper Prophet… The Plagueborn… SAMAEL DREDD!"
The sound of distant, ritualistic chanting grows louder, creeping under the music like a blasphemous sermon. Samael slowly begins his march down the ramp, his long black trench coat flowing behind him like death’s shroud.
As he reaches the ring, flames ignite along the sides of the ramp, flickering and twisting as if alive. The crowd murmurs, some taking a step back as if an unseen force is pressing against them.
Samael stops at the base of the ring, his head tilting slightly as he gazes into the audience, his expression unreadable—empty, void of empathy, only inevitability. He slowly places a hand on the apron, and as he does—
A FINAL SURGE OF FIRE BLASTS FROM THE RING POSTS.
He climbs the steps methodically, wiping his feet on the apron as if cleansing himself before stepping into his unholy altar. Once inside, he kneels in the center of the ring, head bowed, hands outstretched as if praying to an unseen force.
Then—without warning—he snaps his head back and lets out a guttural, echoing breath, his body shaking as if possessed. The lights flicker violently, and then—
DARKNESS.
For a few seconds, there is nothing. Silence. Stillness.
Then, the lights return, and Samael Dredd is standing in the corner, unmoving, his eyes locked on his opponent.
He does not speak. He does not react. He simply waits.
JR-This is the first time this team has teamed up.
King-At least in the EMF.
Kris Gaffney-Of course, we’ll see how they work together.
[Samael Dredd and Mansa Carthage pace around the ring, they lock up, they try to fight for position. Mansa Carthage breaks it up with a knee lift that drives the air out of Samael Dredd. Mansa Carthage whips Samael Dredd off of the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage connects with a back elbow to the head that drops Samael Dredd. Mansa Carthage waits for Samael Dredd to push him in the corner, and he connects with a few shoulder blocks into the gut in the corner, and Mansa Carthage backs up, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner, and he waits for Samael Dredd to stumble towards him, and he grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a choke slam. Mansa Carthage makes the tag to the Dungeon Master, and he steps inside of the ring. The Dungeon Master waits for Samael Dredd to get up t his feet. The Dungeon Master connects with palm strikes and spinning chops, then The Dungeon Master backs up, and he connects with a super kick that drops Samael Dredd.]
JR-Samael Dredd so far has been kept on back on his heel.
King-Shut up JR hits JR with the piledriver
Kris Gaffney-If this was the WWE JR would kick out at 1.
King-Shut up KG!
[The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on the Dungeon Master. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………………2………Fenrir Kaine is able step inside of the ring, and he breaks up the three count. The Dungeon Master watches as Fenrir Kaine goes back to his corner, the Dungeon Master goes after Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine ducks under, and he connects with a hang man. The Dungeon Master stumbles back, Fenrir Kaine connects with a standing spike spine buster. Fenrir Kaine gets tagged in, Fenrir Kaine connects with a few fists to the face, and he tries to whip the Dungeon Master, and he does, and Fenrir Kaine throws up the Dungeon Master in the air, and he connects with a pop up samoan drop on the Dungeon Master, and he 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!! Fenrir Kaine makes the tag to Samael Dredd, Fenrir Kaine and brawl.]
JR-It’s breaking down.
King-Feels like that time.
[The Dungeon Master gets lifted up, but he counters with a jaw breaker. The Dungeon Master lifts up Samael Dredd, and he drops him with the Critical Shot!! The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Samael Dredd, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2…………3!!]
JR-The team of Dungeon Master and Mansa gets the victory.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage, and he takes footage for his web show. He walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Not the first time that Zack Ryder has faced off against the Bloodline.
King-Jey had respect for Zack.
Kris Gaffney-Does that mean…Jimmy has No YEET respect for Zack?
King-Maybe…
(“born a King” blasts on the PA system. Jimmy Uso walks out on the stage. He stares down his opponent, he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jimmy has had some personal issues recently.
King-I blame him.
Kris Gaffney-Naomi would thank you.
[Zack Ryder and Jimmy Uso pace around the ring, and they lock up, Jimmy Uso connects with a knee lift, and he whips Zack Ryder to the ropes. Zack Ryder counters with a running knee as Jimmy Uso lowers his head, and he follows up with a diving clothesline. Zack Ryder waits for Jimmy Uso to get up to his feet, Zack Ryder kicks Jimmy Uso in the gut, and he hooks him, and he connects with a vertical suplex. He connects with it. Zack Ryder goes out of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he waits for Jimmy Uso to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a missile drop kick. Zack Ryder see’s Jimmy Uso is slow to get up in the corner, and Zack Ryder runs towards Jimmy Uso in the corner, and Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline in the corner. Jimmy Uso stumbles around, and he falls into the corner into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he grins, and backs up. He fist pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the side of the face.]
JR-Zack Ryder has taken the advantage.
King-He might take the match too.
Kris Gaffney-Naomi won’t be pleased.
[Zack Ryder waits for Jimmy Uso to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but it’s blocked by Jimmy Uso who connects with a power bomb. Jimmy Uso takes a few moments to rest up holding himself up in the corner. Zack Ryder is able to recover, and Jimmy connects with a few fists on Zack Ryder. Jimmy attempts to whip Zack Ryder to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Zack Ryder. Jimmy Uso bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder goes for a clothesline, and he goes for a clothesline. Jimmy Uso ducks under. Zack Ryder turns around, and he connects with a super kick that knocks Zack Ryder backwards, and Jimmy Uso picks up Zack Ryder after he stumbles back with a body slam. Jimmy Uso goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Jimmy Uso looks to end this match.
King-Think that will help things?
Kris Gaffney-If he wins, yes.
[Jimmy Uso jumps off, but Zack Ryder moves out of the way. Jimmy Uso crashes into the mat. Jimmy Uso gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with the Rough Ryder on Jimmy Uso!! Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Jimmy Uso. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]
JR-The first rough Ryder didn’t land, but the second one did.
King-Ouch.
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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 is riding high after his win, and contendership against Azar Vulcan.
King-Must suck to know that your just going to face someone better than you.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that’s how he see’s it…
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[As the unmistakable opening notes of "Money" by Pink Floyd begin to ecFho through the arena, a grandiose display of gold and green laser lights crisscrosses the space, creating an atmosphere of opulence and exclusivity. The entire arena is bathed in a luxurious glow, mimicking the sheen of gold.
The titantron springs to life, showcasing a dazzling montage of Hollywood's most glamorous moments: red carpets, flashing camera lights, and premiere nights, all leading up to the marquee name, "Austin Jameson Mercer," emblazoned across the screen in bold, shimmering letters.
Simultaneously, the entrance ramp transforms into a visual spectacle, resembling a premiere night red carpet. A line of spotlight-equipped drones flies overhead, casting down beams of light that spotlight the path, while confetti cannons strategically positioned at the sides of the ramp blast gold and silver confetti, fluttering down like a cascade of wealth.
Then, with a flair that only he can muster, "Hollywood" Austin Jameson Mercer steps out, clad in a custom-tailored robe that sparkles under the lights, his confident stride in sync with the rhythm of the song. He pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the adulation, a smirk playing across his lips as he surveys his domain.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Making his grand entrance from Beverly Hills, California, standing at six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds... He is the blockbuster sensation of the wrestling world, the “Pretty Boy”, 'Hollywood' Austin Jameson Mercer!"
[Austin then makes his way down the ramp, each step calculated to maximize the dramatic effect of his presence. Personal security guards, dressed in sleek suits, flank him, adding to the aura of untouchable celebrity status. He occasionally stops to pose for the "cameras," his every move oozing the charisma and confidence of a true movie star.
Upon reaching ringside, Austin takes a moment to gaze out at the crowd, offering a cocky wave before he discards his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath, adorned with gold trim that catches the light perfectly. He ascends the stairs and steps through the ropes with an air of entitlement, as if the ring were his personal stage.
The music fades, the lights gradually return to normal, and the confetti settles, leaving Austin Jameson Mercer standing center-ring. He stretches out his arms, welcoming the audience to his show, a smug smile on his face, ready to prove once again why he is the premier attraction, as the arena buzzes with anticipation for the spectacle to come.]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer is a very high profile member of the Maledictum.
King- He claims that he’s changed since leaving the Golden Empire with what we seen we can’t doubt him.
Kris Gaffney-Both of these men were world champions, it’ll be a highly competitive match.
[Patrick Payne and Austin Jameson Mercer pace around the ring, they lock up. Patrick Payne connects with a knee lift, he follows up with a European Upper cut that drops Ausitn Jameson Mercer. whips Austin Jameson Mercer with a whip to the ropes, and Austin Jameson Mercer ducks under. Austin Jameson Mercer goes for the red carpet, Patrick Payne is able to catch it, and he connects with a capture suplex that sends Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer gets hit with a few fists to the face, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a one man flap jack that sends him down on the mat. Austin Jameson Mercer hits into the mat, and he gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne lifts him up, and he drops him with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope, Patrick Payne connects with a flight risk on Austin Jameson Mercer. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2………Austin Jameson Mercer kicks out!!]
JR-AJM was able to kick out.
King-Patrick Payne is probably seeing what the Maledictum has brought to Austin Jameson Mercer.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain he’s not a fan.
[Patrick Payne waits for Austin Jameson Mercer to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up for the Payne Per View. But at the last moment he is able to spin out. Patrick Payne goes for a clothesline, Austin Jameson Mercer waits for Patrick Payne to get up to his feet, and once he turns around. Patrick Payne gets knocked down with the red carpet. Austin Jameson Mercer falls into the ropes, and he waits for Patrick Payne to get up to his feet, once he gets up to his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer runs towards the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a reverse inverted Russian leg sweep into the mat. Austin Jameson Mercer pushes Patrick Payne on his back, he 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-Patrick Payne was able to kick out at 2.
King-Austin Jameson Mercer is being a real Payne in the butt.
Kris Gaffney-HA!
[Austin Jameson Mercer picks up Patrick Payne, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a body slam that puts him down on the mat. Austin Jameson Mercer climbs up to the top rope, and he goes for the Final Cut, but at the last moment Patrick Payne moves out of the way. Austin Jameson Mercer crashes into the mat, Patrick Payne pulls up Austin, but Austin is able to counter with a small package pinning combination on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………….2…………3!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer gets the victory over Patrick Payne.
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of 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-The tag team champions are looking to stay off a challenger to their tag team titles.
King-You might think there is no pressure, but there is that.
Kris Gaffney-Guess so.
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-These two have a unique combo.
King-Let’s just hope they joined the Nintendo Club.
Kris Gaffney-Good advice
[Tony Ikeda, and Luca Bellarosa pace around the ring. They lock up. Tony Ikeda puts Luka Bellarosa into a side head lock. Tony holds on the pressure, Luca pushes back Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a shoulder tackle. Luca Bellarosa runs towards Tony Ikeda, Tony Ikeda connects with a hip toss into a reverse neck breaker. Tony Ikeda waits for Luca Bellarosa to get up to his feet. Tony Ikeda whips Luca Bellarosa into the corner, and he makes the tag to Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner steps inside of the ring. Tony Ikeda throws Luca Bellarosa towards Jackson Gunner who kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a pull up piledriver that puts down Luca Bellarosa. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Luca Bellarosa. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by Luca Bellrosa!! Jackson Gunner connects with a few stomps on the downed Luca Bellarosa.]
JR-Luca Bellarosa was able to kick out at the last second.
King-He’s broken in half!!
Kris Gaffney-Not with the reputation you gave that move…
[Jackson Gunner waits for Luca Bellarosa to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunenr lifts him up, but before he can hit the burning Samaon Luca Bellarosa is able to struggle out with a few back elbows to the side of the head, and he slides in front of Jackson Gunner, and he plants him down with a DDT into the mat. Luca Bellarosa makes the tag to Little Mac. Little Mac steps inside of the ring, and he throws a few jabs to the face of Jackson Gunner, and then follows it up with a few fists to the ribs. He whips Jackson Gunner to tehr opes, and he plants him down with a big fist on the mat. Jackson Gunner gets up to his feet. Little Mac hits a kick to the gut and he sets him up, and he plants him down on the mat with a double under hook back breaker. Little Mac goes into the cover on Jackson Gunner. The ref goes into position tomake the count. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………Jackson Gunner is able to kick out!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner was able to kick out.
King-Little Mac might be running out of stars.
Kris Gaffney-That’s not good.
[Little Mac makes the tag to Luca Bellarosa, and he picks up Jackson Gunner, but Jackson Gunner struggles out of the back, and he pushes Luca into Little Mac. Little Mac falls off of the apron, Gunner makes the tag to Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda hooks Luca, and he drops him with the full nelson suplex!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Luca Bellarosa. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………..2………….3!!]
JR-With team work the tag team champions over come the Bellarosa family.
King-Wonder what the Pond family thinks?
(Jackson Gunner and Tony Ikeda celebrate their win as Shockwave goes off the air.)
