(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage, and the lights turn on, and fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd, the camera zooms out to display the location information. We get another 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 IC Championship is on the line as Mansa Carthage puts the belt up against Joey Bellarosa
Kris Gaffney-Both wrestlers are extremely talented, it should be a great match.
Kris Gaffney-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera he walks down to the ring.)
JR-This has been a developing feud.
King-Or it’s already developed.
Kris Gaffney-Seems so.
(“Archaos theme” blasts on the PA system. Archaos Angels walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-It’s been pointed out that Archaos wears the mask.
King-However, his face isn’t completely covered.
Kris Gaffney-The ref just needs to see a little blood to get the victory, and it doesn’t have to come from the face.
[Zack Ryder and Archoas Angels face off in the middle of the ring, Zack Ryder gets his eyes raked, and Zack Ryder stumble back, Archaos runs towards Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder is able to side step him, and he throws him hard into the ring post. Arhcoas Angels hits his shoulder, the ref makes sure he didn’t get busted open, and he didn’t Zack Ryder goes over to where he is, and Archaos is able to take him off guard with a hang man. Zack Ryder stubmles around, and Archaos hooks him, and he connects with a hip toss out of the ring, and Zack Ryder crashes into the mat around ring side. Archaos Angels jumps down. Zack Ryder gets up to his feet, and Archaos Angels throws him hard into the ring post. Zack Ryder bounces off of the steel post. The ref confirms there is no blood, and Zack Ryder stumbles around, Archaos Angels connects with a thurst kick that drops Zack Ryder.]
JR-Archaos Angels has taken it to Zack Ryder.
King-Archaos just seems to hate Zack Ryder.
Kris Gaffney-Guess he’s too positive.
[Zack Ryder gets thrown into the ring, Zack Ryder rolls into the ring. Archaos Angels grabs a chair, and he brings it into the ring, but Zack Ryder meets him with a kick to the face. Archaos Angels stumbles backwards. He gets up with the help of the ropes, and he is angry, and he runs at Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder ducks under his clothesline, and Zack Ryder lifts up Archaos Angels, and he connects with a belly to back suplex. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to rest up, and he watches as Archaos Angels gets up to his feet, Angels falls into the corner. Zack Ryder connects with a running clothesline that stuns Archaos Angels, and he falls into a seated position. Zack Ryder grabs the chair, and he places on Archaos face, he grins and backs up, he fist pumps (Woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder hits a broski boot into the chair right into Archaos face for a massive move, but still no blood.]
JR-Zack Ryder hit the biggest move, but it’s not quite over yet.
King-He’ll have to come up with more idea’s.
[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder after Archaos gets up to his feet, but Archaos blocks it, and he dumps Zack Ryder into the chair! The ref checks Zack Ryder’s face. Zack Ryder is bleeding! Archaos wins this match!]
JR-The chair came into play once again.
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.
JR-Samael Dredd and Jackson Gunner have had quite the history.
King-He wasn’t in the Golden Empire, but the Maledictum has stepped right into being a rival to a few Badd Men.
Kris Gaffney-Guess they also aren’t a fan of their truth handling abilities.
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-Jackson Gunner knows the power he needs to deal with on this match.
King-He knows how to deal with it, certain he’s not looking forward to it.
Kris Gaffney-It always presents a challenge.
[Jackson Gunner and Samael Dredd stare down each other, and they lock up, Samael Dredd pushes him towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jackson Gunner ducks under a wild fist to the face, and Jackson Gunner ducks under, and he connects with a belly to back suplex that puts him down on the mat. He is slow to get up to his feet, and Jackson Gunner connects with a kick to the gut, and he whips Samael Dredd to the ropes, and he connects with a back elbow. This stumbles back Samael Dredd, and he connects with a kick to the gut, and he connects with an impaler DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner waits for Samael Dredd knowing that it’s going to take more than that to defeat Samael Dredd. Jackson Gunner waits for Samael Dredd, and he connects with a kick to the gut, and he connects with a piledriver. Jackson Gunner 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-Jackson Gunner wasn’t able to keep Samael Dredd down.
Kris Gaffney-I’m used to this…due to watching the King use that move in the WWE, and it failing.
King-……
[Samael Dredd stumbles up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet Jackson Gunner tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Samael Dredd. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes. Jackson Gunner gets dropped with a spine buster on the mat. Jackson Gunner is hits the mat hard. Jackson Gunner rolls under the ropes, and he tries to recover as Samael Dredd falls into the ropes. Samael Dredd recovers, and Jackson Gunner climbs up to his feet with the help of the ropes, and he tries to get into the ring. Samael Dredd kicks Jackson Gunner in the face. Jackson Gunner falls on the middle rope stunned. Samael Dredd hooks Jackson Gunner, and he drops him with the Doomsayers Curse which drives him on the mat. Samael Dredd pulls Jackson Gunner into the middle of the ropes, and he goes into the cover. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner was able to kick out at the last moment.
Kris Gaffney-However, Samael Dredd’s power advantage is coming to the forefront, not good if your Jackson Gunner.
King-Or a fan.
[Samael Dredd waits for Jackson Gunner to get up to his feet, and Jackson Gunner is up to his feet, and Samael Dredd grabs Jackson Gunner around the throat, and he goes for a chokeslam, but Jackson Gunner gets out of it, and Jackson Gunner lifts up Samael Dredd, and he drops him with the Burning Samaon!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Samael Dredd. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2…………3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner was able to counter Samael Dredd, and won this match.
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda knows he’s facing someone with experience in big matches.
King-Well…Tony seen all time, so he has everyone beat.
Kris Gaffney-Quite the advantage.
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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 looking to gain some momentum.
King-A win over Tony Ikeda would be a good way to do it.
[Tony Ikeda and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, they lock up Patrick Payne puts Tony Ikeda into an arm bar. Tony Ikeda looks for a way out of the hold. Patrick Payne gets pushed towards the ropes, and he whps him to the ropes. Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne connects with a shoulder block that puts him down on the mat. Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet, Patrick Payne ducks under a wild fist by Tony Ikeda. Tony iKeda connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down. Patrick Payne see’s that Tony Ikeda is not quite ready to pin, and he waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet. Patrick Payne lifts up Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda gets picked up, and he connects with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he connects with the flight risk. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2……..KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda!]
JR-Tony Ikeda is able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Better think of something bigger…you can’t out survive Tony.
Kris Gaffney-Ha! He’s old!
[Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda gets kicked out by Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne hooks him, and he goes for the Payne Per View. Tony Ikeda spins out, and he connects with a jaw breaker that makes Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne stumbles backwards, Tony Ikeda ducks under a wild fist to the face. Tony Ikeda goes for a full nelson slam, and he connects it. Tony Ikeda 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-Tony Ikeda has turn in this match.
King-Told you, you got to beat him, you can’t out survive him.
[Tony Ikeda waits for Patrick Payne, and he hooks him for a full nelson. Patrick Payne counters with a snapmare that sends him flying down on the mat. Tony Ikeda gets up to his feet, Patrick Payne his a kick to the gut. Patrick Payne drops Tony Ikeda with a Payne Per View. Tony Ikeda seems out of it. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..3!!]
JR-Through various counters Patrick Payne comes out with the victory.
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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 striking ability and suplexes are going to help him a lot in this match.
King-Aari Maxwell has speed, so he’s going to have to use it to dodge.
Kris Gaffney-And take the damage when he has to.
(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 and Billy Breeze have been on the same side on various fights.
King-I think that’s why both will respect their abilities.
Kris Gaffney- A Few Badd Men say they are all about competition however.
King-That never ends well…look what happened to Road Dogg and X-Pac!
[Billy Breeze and Aari Maxwell pace around the ring. They lock up, and Aari Maxwell puts Billy Breeze into a side head lock. Aari Maxwell holds on the pressure, and he backs him to the ropes, and he whips him to the ropes. Billy Breeze bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a running shoulder block that puts him down on the mat. Aari Maxwell gets up to his feet, and Billy Breeze ducks under a wild fist to the face. Billy Breeze pushes Aari in the back, and Aari Maxwell bounces off of the ropes, and Billy Breeze connects with a belly to belly over head throw that sends Aari Maxwell flying, and he crashes down on the mat. Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, and he connects with a harlem hook on Aari Maxwell by Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze 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-Billy Breeze isn’t too shocked, he has seen the resilience of Aari Maxwell.
Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure.
[Billy Breeze waits for Aari Maxwell to get up to his feet. Billy Breeze goes for the Specters Grip, but it’s countered by Aari Maxwell who snapmares him off, and he gets up to his feet, and he runs towards Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell counters with one man flap jack that sends him down on the mat. Slowly he crashes down on the mat, and he gets up to his feet. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he spring boards off of the ropes, and he connects with spring board cutter off of the second rope. Aari Maxwell waits as Billy Breeze gets up to his feet. Aari Maxwell lifts him up, and he connects with a body slam. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, he climbs up to the top rope, and he connects with a 630 senton splash on Billy Breeze. Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Billy Breeze. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………..2………..KICK OUT by Billy Breeze!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell has turned the tables.
King-He might just take everything on the table soon.
Kris Gaffney-Crikey!
[Aari Maxwell waits for Billy Breeze to get up, and Aari Maxwell lifts him up, but on his shoulders, Aari Maxwell is able to shift, and Billy Breeze rolls up Aari Maxwell into a victory roll pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………….2……………3!!]
JR-Billy Breeze was able to get the win.
The arena lights slowly dim… not to black, but to a deep amber hue, casting long shadows across the entrance stage. A single spotlight hits the curtain. Then—
“And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder…”
Johnny Cash’s voice rolls out slow, cold, and final. “The Man Comes Around” begins—no pyro, no flash, just presence. The kind of presence that makes grown men sit up straight and keep their mouths shut.
Joey Bellarosa steps through the curtain with the confidence of a man who doesn’t walk—he arrives.
He’s dressed in a custom-fitted, jet-black suit. No tie. Collar loose. A single gold chain rests across his chest. He adjusts the cuffs on his jacket, like he’s preparing for a meeting—not a fight.
Flanking him are two women: Seraphine Quinn and Rosa Milioti.
Seraphine walks like a queen, calm and composed, her gaze forward, never breaking focus. Rosa, on the other side, chews gum, smirks, and scans the crowd like she’s daring someone to make eye contact. Together, they don’t follow Joey—they orbit him.
Smoke creeps across the floor like fog rolling in from the streets. The spotlight stays fixed on Joey as he slowly makes his way to the ring, never looking left or right. The crowd? They’re not booing. They’re not cheering. They’re watching. Respectfully. Nervously.
As the music swells—
“Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still…”
Joey reaches the ring steps and pauses. He removes his jacket, folds it with care, and hands it to Seraphine, who takes it without a word. Rosa cracks her knuckles and leans against the barricade, eyes still scanning the crowd.
Joey wipes his boots on the apron—not out of respect for the ring, but because this is his house, and you don’t walk filth across your own floors.
He enters the ring slow. Controlled. No wasted motion. He walks to the center and stands still, eyes down. When the music hits the final verse—
“…and behold, a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death…”
Joey lifts his chin. Stares dead into the hard cam. No emotion. No expression. Just the eyes of a man who’s already decided how this ends.
And then—
Samantha Irvin’s voice echoes with reverence and weight.
"Introducing… from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 245 pounds… he is The Don… JOEYYYYYY… BELLAROSA!"
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just stands in the center of the ring while the lights return to full.
Because the match hasn’t started.
Not yet.
Joey’s just letting you understand what you stepped into.
This isn’t hype.
This is business.
And business is about to be handled.
JR-This is a big match for Joey Bellarosa.
King-That might as well be his middle name.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe it is!
[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-Speaking of big, he’s going to have to contend with the size, and power of the champion.
King-Mansa Carthage has been unstoppable for most of 2025.
Kris Gaffney-With little time left, things don’t seem like it’ll change in 2025 anyways.
[Joey Bellarosa and Mansa Carthage stand in the middle of the ring. They stare down each other, and they throw fists to the face. After connecting with a few fists to the face back and forth, Joey Bellarosa ducks under, and he runs towards the ropes he jumps in the air, and he goes for a cross body block, but Mansa Carthage is able to catch Joey Bellarosa, and he connects with a rib breaker. Joey Bellarosa gets picke dup by Mansa Carthage, and Mansa Carthage connects with a body slam. Mansa Carthage drops an elbow drop. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he waits for Joey Bellarosa to get up to his feet, and once he get sup to his feet. Mansa Carthage connects with the super man punch. Mansa Carthage waits for Joey Bellarosa to get up to his feet. Joey Bellarosa is down on the mat. Mansa Carthage waits for Joey Bellarosa to get up to his feet. Joey Bellarosa gets up, and he turns around. Mansa Carthage grabs Joey around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a sit down two handed choke bomb!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Joey Bellarosa. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Joey Bellarosa!!]
JR-Joey Bellarosa has taken a good amount of moves, but he still is finding a way to stay in the fight.
King-He’s going to have to go on the offensive if he plans to continue to be in the fight.
Kris Gaffney-Unless he wins by being on the defensive all the time…that would be the ultimate wrestler, he’d never lose!
[Mansa Carthage puts his hand up a Joey Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage grabs Joey Bellarosa around the throat, and he lifts him up, but Joey Bellarosa gets free, and counters with a DDT into the mat. Joey Bellarosa rolls into the ropes, he pulls himself up to his feet, he see’s that Mansa Carthage has recovered enough to run at Joey Bellarosa. Joey Bellarosa counters with a drop toe hold that sends him flying into the second rope. Mansa Carthage is stunned, Joey Bellarosa takes time toe recover. Mansa Carthage hits the second rope, and he gets up, and he stumbles backwards. Joey Bellarosa hooks him, and he connects with a snap german suplex that sends him flying down on the mat. Joey Bellarosa takes a few moments to rest up. Joey Bellarosa connects with the Mafia Kick to the side of the head that stuns Mansa Carthage, and Joey Bellarosa picks up Mansa, and he drops him with the step in Spinebuster!! Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position tom ake the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………KICK OUT on Mansa Carthage!!]
JR-Joey Bellarosa has turned this match around.
King-Keeping Mansa on the mat will neutralize the power advantage.
[Joey Bellarosa waits as Mansa gets up, and he tries to lift him up, but Mansa slides out of the back. Mansa Carthage waits behind Joey. Joey turns around, and Mansa picks him up, and he drops Joey Bellarosa into the dragon descent!! Mansa Carthage holds Joey Bellarosa into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage size different might have made him hard to lift him up allowing him to escape and get the victory.
King-That’s what your going with JR? I hate you…
(Mansa Carthage holds up the IC championship as Shocwkave goes off the air.)
