(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 the signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to Saturday Shockwave. Hello, and welcome to another edition Shockwave. I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight Patrick Payne will take on Mansa Carthage.
Kris Gaffney-Beating the current IC champion will be big for Patrick Payne.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
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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 is laid back in his approach.
King-Wonder if Kyler Murray is a fan, he has his same video game approach.
Kris Gaffney-There is a good chance.
(“Archaos theme” blasts on the PA system. Archaos Angels walks out on the stage, and he walks down ot the ring, he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Archaos is a contrast in attitude.
King-Calm can win over chaotic.
Kris Gaffney-But it is never pretty for sure.
[Billy Breeze and Archaos Angels stand in the middle of the ring. Archaos Angels goes for a wild kick to the face that Billy Breeze ducks under. Archaos Angels gets pushed by Billy Breeze to the roeps. Archaos Angels bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a over head belly to belly suplex that sends Archaos Angels flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Archaos Angels is slow to get up to his feet, and Billy Breeze connects with t-bone suplex that sends Archaos Angels flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat.Archaos Angels is slow to get up to his feet. Billy Breeze drops him with a Harlem Hook. Archaos Angels goes down on the mat. Billy Breeze goes into the cove ron Archaos Angels. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2………..KICK OUT by Archaos Angels.]
JR-Archaos Angels was able to kick out.
King-Billy Breeze connected with various suplexes.
Kris Gaffney-He’s going to have make a come back.
[Billy Breeze waits for Archaos Angels to get up to his feet, Archaos Angels counters with a snapare before Billy Breeze locks on the Specters grip. Billy Breeze gets up, Archaos Angels connects with a kick to the side of the head. Billy Breeze falls against the ropes, and he whips Billy Breeze off of the ropes, and Billy Breeze bounces off of the ropes. He connects with a spinning heel kick that drops Billy Breeze.]
JR-Billy Breeze is in trouble here.
King-Quick turn the game off
Kris Gaffney-This isn’t any video game…or is it?
[Angels kicks Billy Breeze and he goes for the impaler DDT, but Billy Breeze spins out, and ducks under another kick to the head, Billy Breeze locks in the Specters grip, after a while the ref doesn’t get any response from Archaos Angels. The ref calls for the bell. Billy Breeze wins via submission]
JR-Billy Breeze gets the victory.
(“Day One ish” blasts on the PA system. The Usos walk out on the stage, and walk down to the ring. They step inside of the ring.)
JR-For the 2010s these two were tag team wrestling.
King-They have attempted to go into singles wrestling.
Kris Gaffney-Guess you can’t all be like Road Dogg and X-Pac.
(Lights out, crowd waits in anticipation and then erupt in both boos and cheers for The Irish God when green smoke fills the dark arena and a spotlight shines at the top of the ramp, all when Sinéad O'Connor & The Chieftains - The Foggy Dew plays throughout the arena. From the back, arms out and swinging cockily comes walking the Irish God, Lugus Cuhullin. He stops atop the ramp with his hands by his side and face looking to the ground and he raises his fists slowly making an X above his head. The Irish God slams his fists down and fireworks shoot from the ramp and lights flash green as The Irish God does quick shadowboxing with each strike fireworks shooting from the stage. He looks to the ring with his cocky smile.)
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[The arena lights dim to a near blackout, plunging the audience into darkness. A low hum begins to emanate from the speakers, building a sense of uneasy anticipation. The crowd is restless, unsure of what to expect. Suddenly, a single, flickering spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp, casting long shadows that dance across the floor like specters. The haunting, familiar melody of "Over the Rainbow" by Judy Garland begins to play softly over the speakers, its gentle notes drifting through the arena like a lullaby from another world.]
Ring Announcer (with a mix of uncertainty and dread):
"Ladies and gentlemen... making his way to the ring... from Ravenwood Asylum, Hollow Point, Maine... weighing in at 207 pounds... Victor... 'Vex'... Thorn!"
[As the announcer's voice echoes through the arena, the song continues to play softly, its calm, dream-like quality creating a chilling contrast with the darkness of the arena. Slowly, from behind the curtain, emerges Victor "Vex" Thorn. His movements are slow and deliberate, almost as if he’s gliding rather than walking. He is dressed in a tattered, old-style suit jacket that looks decades out of fashion, with loose, dirt-stained pants and mismatched shoes—an attire that looks as though it was pieced together from a forgotten wardrobe in the depths of an asylum. His head is slightly tilted to the side, his expression a blank canvas that shifts subtly between confusion, curiosity, and something far more sinister.]
[The spotlight follows Victor as he begins his descent down the ramp, his pace methodical and unpredictable. With each step, his head twitches, his eyes darting around as if he’s listening to voices that no one else can hear. The soft notes of "Over the Rainbow" continue to float through the arena, but the melody now carries an eerie distortion—stretching and bending in places, creating a warped sense of nostalgia that sends chills down the spines of those watching.]
[Halfway down the ramp, Victor stops abruptly, his body rigid. He stands motionless for a few seconds, staring blankly ahead as if he's frozen in time. The music suddenly distorts further—notes dragging unnaturally, almost as if the record is being slowed down by an unseen hand. His lips curl into a small, almost childlike smile, but there’s no warmth in it—only a cold, unsettling emptiness. Suddenly, Victor's head snaps to the side, and his expression shifts to one of intense focus. He begins to mumble to himself, his words incoherent and frantic, his eyes darting back and forth. The audience is left in an uneasy silence, with only the distorted melody filling the void.]
[The song picks up again, playing normally for a few more notes, but now with a faint echo that seems to bounce around the arena like ghostly whispers. Victor resumes his approach to the ring, but his movements become more erratic—at times, he shuffles like a puppet with broken strings; other times, he moves with an eerie grace, almost like a dancer in a dark, twisted ballet.]
[As he reaches ringside, he suddenly lunges forward and grabs the bottom rope, his face inches away from the camera. His eyes widen, his mouth contorts into a manic grin, and he begins to laugh—a soft, breathy giggle that grows louder and more deranged with each passing second. The laughter is amplified through the speakers, layered with an unsettling echo, making it seem as if there are multiple voices laughing alongside him. The crowd watches in stunned silence, unsure whether to be horrified or mesmerized by the spectacle unfolding before them.]
[Victor crawls under the bottom rope and into the ring, still giggling uncontrollably. He crawls on all fours toward the center, where he slowly rises to his feet. He stands in the middle of the ring, his head down, the giggling fading into a low hum. Suddenly, the music cuts off, leaving the arena in absolute silence. Victor’s head snaps up, and his eyes lock onto the hard camera. The eerie smile vanishes, replaced by a cold, emotionless stare. The audience feels a collective shiver as he stands there, unblinking, as if staring directly into their souls.]
[Then, without warning, he throws his head back and lets out a blood-curdling scream—a sound that pierces through the silence like a knife. The arena lights flash wildly, alternating between blinding white and total darkness in rapid succession, creating a disorienting strobe effect. The crowd gasps, some even recoiling in their seats from the sheer intensity of it all. The scream suddenly cuts off, and the lights go completely dark once more.]
[For a moment, there is nothing but darkness and silence. Then, the flickering spotlight returns, revealing Victor standing perfectly still in his corner, his head tilted, his eyes wide and unblinking. He begins to sway gently from side to side, almost as if he’s rocking himself to sleep. The song "Over the Rainbow" starts again, but this time it's warped and distant, as if playing from an old, broken music box. The effect is haunting—an innocent melody turned into a chilling lullaby for a broken mind.]
[The audience remains in stunned silence, unsure of what they’ve just witnessed. Victor "Vex" Thorn stands there, swaying, his presence alone enough to fill the arena with an air of unpredictable danger. The crowd knows that whatever comes next will be unlike anything they've ever seen before.]
JR-The Blokes are hard hitting.
King-Foooooooooooooook
[Jimmy and Jey Uso stand in the ring as Lugus Cuhullin starts out. Jimmy Uso starts out for the Uso, they lock up, Lugus Cuhullin connects with a knee lift, and he whips him to the roeps. Jimmy Uso bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a back elbow to the face of Jimmy Uso, Jimmy Uso crashes down on the mat. Lugus Cuhullin grabs Jimmy Uso and he connects with a short arm forearm shot to the face that puts him down on the mat. Lugus Cuhullin measures up on Jimmy Uso who is slow ot get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Lugus Cuhullin connects with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head this turns around Jimmy Uso, and Lugus Cuhullin connects with a german suplex that sends Jimmy Uso flying across the ring. Lugus Cuhullin makes the tag to Victor Thorn. Victor Thorn waits as Jimmy Uso is slow to get up to his feet, and he kicks him in the gut, and he connects with a pull up piledriver!! Victor Thorn 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-The Blokes are so far in control of this match.
Kris Gaffney-Wonder if the Usos are wondering where did these guys come from?
King-One of them is an Irish God, it doesn’t matter.
[Jimmy Uso gets picked up by Victor Thorn, and he struggles out of the back, and Jimmy Uso connects with a super kick that stumbles Victor Thorn. Jimmy makes the tag to Jey Uso. Jimmy and Jey connect with a double super kick that puts down Victor Thorn. Jey Uso gets ready as Victor Thorn gets up to his feet, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a spear. Jey Uso goes into the cover Victor Thorn. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..KICK OUT by Victor Thorn!!]
JR-Kick out by Victor Throne!
King-Good team work by the Usos.
Kris Gaffney-Although, it’s expected
[Victor Thorn connects with a jaw breaker, and makes the tag to Lugus, Lugus throws Jey into Jimmy. Jey stumbles back, Lugus connects with the Baptism dropping Jey. Lugus goes into the cover on Jey. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……….3!!]
JR-The Blokes get the victory.
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. The apple juice water fall starts, Apple Juice, Walter Melon, and Jack Heyman walk through the waterfall, walk down to the ring giving great fruit knowledge, then enter the ring.)
JR-We’d think that would cost a lot.
King-Fruit is great, you can’t put a price on that.
Kris Gaffney-Seemingly.
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-The Bellarosa family combination of skills will be difficult to defeat.
King-I agree, but then they are facing GOD!
Kris Gaffney-….yeah, unless they win, then GOD did that too.
King-That’s right!
[Apple Juice Styles and Little Mac pace around the ring, and they start out with fists to the face, neither are backing down. Apple Juice Styles throws a flurry fists, and he goes for a spinning back elbow to the side of the head. Little Mac connects with a hard fist to the face that knocks him down on the mat. Apple Juice Styles is slow to get up to his feet. Little Mac connects with a liver punch doubling over Apple Juice Styles, and he hooks him, and he drops him with a reverse neck breaker on Apple Juice Styles. Little Mac takes a few moments to hit a few stomps on the downed Apple Juice Styles. Little Mac makes the tag to Luca Bellarosa. Luca Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Luca kicks Apple Juice in the gut, and he sets him up, and Luca connects with a fisherman suplex with a bridge on Apple Juice Styles. The ref goes into position tom ake the count. The ref counts 1………….2………KICK OUT by Apple Juice Styles.]
JR-Little Mac strikes started this match out strong, and Luca almost finished off Apple Juice Styles.
King-The Melon Gods said…no.
Kris Gaffney Good to know.
[Apple Juice Styles is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Luca Bellarosa picks him up, but at the last moment Apple Juice Styles is able to struggle out of the back, and he pushes him forward. Apple Juice Styles jumps in the air, and he connects with a jumping clothesline. Apple Juice Styles makes the tag to Ashley Irvine dressed up like Walter Melon. Ashley yells “WATERMELON”, she jumps down. Walter Melon jumps on his corner, and Apple Juice Styles makes the tag. Walter Melon steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Walter Melon whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Walter Melon lowers his head, and he connects with a back body drop that sends Luca Bellarosa flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Walter Melon goes to the corner, and he measures up on Luca Bellarosa, and he connects with the spitting seeds on Luca Bellarosa. Walter Melon Gods into the cover on Luca. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2………KICK OUT by Luca Bellarosa. Walter Melon makes the tag to Apple Juice Styles. Apple Juice Styles gets ready.]
JR-It looks like Apple Juice Styles is ready for a big move.
King-Looks like JR’s about to get a big shut up JR!
Kris Gaffney-Indeed!
[Apple Juice Styles sling shots himself up to the top rope, and he jumps, but Luca moves out of the way. He makes the tag to Little Mac. Luca runs and he clotheslines Walter Melon out of the ring who tries to get into the ring. Little Mac takes advantage as Apple Juice turns around after landing on his feet, and Little Mac drops him with the KO punch!! Apple Juice Styles seems out of it. Little Mac goes into the cover on Apple Juice Styles. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]
JR-Everything happened so quickly Little Mac was able to take advantage to get the victory.
King-Clearly the Melon Gods are hoping for a new Punch Out game.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder experience should come in to play.
King-Although he lacks the power moves.
Kris Gaffney-With less room, his speed advantage might be limited, this will be a challenge, but he’s up for it.
The arena lights dim, plunging the space into an anticipatory darkness. A hushed silence falls over the crowd, broken only by the distant sound of thunder. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Medieval Viking Music - For Honor (Ft. Peyton Parrish)" resonate through the speakers, their haunting melody echoing in the vastness of the arena.
As the music swells, the titantron flickers to life, displaying a mist-covered Nordic landscape. Towering mountains and dense, shadowy forests under a twilight sky fill the screen, creating an atmosphere of ancient, rugged wilderness.
Amidst this mystical backdrop, scenes of Viking lore begin to unfold on the titantron. Images of longships sailing through stormy seas, warriors brandishing shields and axes, and ethereal figures of Valkyries descending from the heavens captivate the audience, weaving a tale of epic battles and Norse mythology.
A deep, bellowing horn sounds, reminiscent of a Gjallarhorn, heralding the approach of a warrior. The crowd stirs with excitement as a lone figure emerges from the backstage, his silhouette imposing and powerful.
Ragnar Ayerswindale steps into the light, his figure colossal and commanding. He stands for a moment at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena with a calm, unyielding gaze. His attire, a fusion of traditional Viking elements and modern combat gear, complements his muscular build, and Norse runes glint on his gear under the arena lights.
As he begins his descent down the ramp, the music intensifies. The titantron shows images of thunderous battles juxtaposed with serene, majestic landscapes of the Nordic fjords, symbolizing the duality of Ragnar's nature – both a fierce warrior and a stoic guardian of ancient traditions.
Ragnar's movements are deliberate and measured, exuding confidence and a sense of purpose. He occasionally pauses to make eye contact with fans, his expression unchanging, an embodiment of the calm before the storm.
Reaching the ring, Ragnar ascends the steel steps with ease. He stands on the apron for a moment, closing his eyes as if to draw strength from the gods themselves. Then, with a swift and fluid motion, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring.
The music reaches a crescendo, and Ragnar raises his arms, acknowledging the crowd and the arena. The Norse imagery on the titantron gives way to a single, ancient rune, glowing brightly as if imbued with mystical power.
As the music fades and the lights return to normal, Ragnar begins his pre-match ritual, a silent nod to the Viking warriors of old. The arena buzzes with anticipation, the presence of this modern-day Viking leaving an indelible mark on all who witness his entrance.
JR-Ragnar has the power moves, and the gods on his side.
King-But not the Melon Gods
Kris Gaffney-Always something your willing to point out.
(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 not only has power, but he has agility.
King-That will serve him well in this match.
[Zack Ryder, Ragnar Ayerswindale, Fenrir Kaine all stand in the cage. They look for the first move, Zack Ryder being the fighter goes after Fenrir Kaine, but Fenrir Kaine hits a knee lift into the gut, and he throws Zack Ryder hard into the cage side. Fenrir Kaine turns around, and he see’s that Ragnar is going for the Gunginar spear, but Fenrir Kaine connects with a kick to the face, and Ragnar Ayerswindale stumbles backwards, and Fenrir Kaine connects with as super kick that knocks him backwards. Ragnar hits the roeps, and he stumbles backwards Fenrir Kaine connects with a pop up samoan drop, and he goes into the cover on Ragnar. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………2…….Zack Ryder breaks up the three.]
JR-I’m not sure that would have ended the match, but Zack Ryder made sure it won’t.
King- Well, Ryder wasn’t taking any chances.
Kris Gaffney-Guess you never know.
[Zack Ryder grabs Fenrir Kaine, and he throws him into the cage side. He bounces off, and Zack Ryder connects with a short arm clothesline. Fenrir Kaine gets up to his feet, and he falls into the corner, and Zack Ryder measures up, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner, and Zack Ryder backs out of the corner, Zack Ryder watches as Fenrir Kaine falls into the corner in a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up, he fist pumps. Woo! Woo! Woo! Zack Ryder connects with a the broski boot the side of the face. Zack Ryder see’s that Ragnar is trying to get up to his feet, trying to make sure that he can’t stop what he’s going to next, he throws Ragnar Ayerswindale into the cage side. Zack Ryder signals for the Rough Ryder.]
JR-Zack Ryder is looking to end this.
King-He has a chance to do it.
Kris Gaffney-We’ll see if he has enough time, there isn’t a lot of room to get separation in this environment.
[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but at the last moment Fenrir Kaine catches Zack Ryder. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with the gunginar spear that knocks both down on the mat. Ayerswindale waits fo Zack Ryder to get up to his feet, and he picks him up, and drives him back first into the cage. Zack Ryder is siting on the top rope. Ragnar Ayerswindale hooks him, and he connects with a fisherman buster. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, Zack Ryder hooks him, and he kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with the runestone power bomb!! Ragnar Ayerswindale hooks on the Migard serpent lock!!]
JR-This could be the end of the match.
King-Possibly, everyone has been wore down.
Kris Gaffney-Suppose we will see.
[Before Zack Ryder can pass out, Fenrir Kaine drops Ragnar with a super kick. Fenrir Kaine picks up Zack Ryder, and he connects with the Esclipse driver on Zack Ryder. Fenrir Kaine hooks Zack Ryder into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2………..3!!]
JR-Ragnar seemed to have the match in hand, but things were changed as Fenrir Kaine took advantage.
King-Again, there wasn’t a lot of room to work with.
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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 winning this would cause a lot of momentum.
King-In wrestling we have seen momentum isn’t as important as you think.
Kris Gaffney-At one point you wanted to be hit last before a match.
[The arena dims, setting the stage for a dramatic entrance. The opening notes of "KICK BACK" by Kenshi Yonezu fill the space, its energetic and upbeat rhythm instantly gripping the audience. The titantron comes alive with vibrant animations reminiscent of action-packed anime sequences.]
Announcer: "Making his way
to the ring, from London, England, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is 'The Samurai Otaku'... Mansa Carthage!"
[As the music swells, the lights pulse in sync with the beat, casting bright, dynamic colors across the stage. Mansa Carthage bursts onto the scene with an exuberant energy, wearing a fusion of samurai-inspired attire and modern streetwear, complete with symbolic touches from his favorite animes.]
[Mansa moves with a playful yet confident swagger, embodying the larger-than-life characters he admires. He performs exaggerated, anime-style poses and martial arts moves, engaging the crowd and drawing them into his world of fantasy and excitement.]
[As he makes his way down the ramp, the titantron displays iconic scenes from various animes, interspersed with clips of Mansa's own in-ring highlights, showcasing his agility and strength.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Mansa leaps onto the apron with a flourish, pausing to strike a dramatic samurai pose, complete with a mock sword drawing gesture. He then flips over the top rope with acrobatic ease, landing in a superhero landing pose that sends the crowd into a frenzy.]
[With the music reaching its climax, Mansa bounds to each corner of the ring, energetically engaging with the fans, showing off his charismatic and playful side. He then centers himself, closing his eyes for a moment as if channeling the spirit of both anime heroes and samurai warriors, preparing himself mentally and physically for the battle ahead.]
[As the song fades, Mansa opens his eyes, poses, and now focused and ready, his playful demeanor giving way to the serious, disciplined side of a warrior ready for combat.]
JR-Mansa Carthage has been impressive.
King-His power, and his ability to move has proven throughout the year how good he is.
[Mansa Carthage and Patrick Payne pace around the ring they lock up. Mansa Carthage trhwos Patrick Payne into the corner. Mansa Carthage runs at Patrick Payne, Patrick Payne ise able to counter with a drop toe hold that sends Mansa Carthage flying into the top turnbuckle. Patrick Payne runs to the ropes, and he connects with a one handed face crusher on Mansa Carthage, Mansa Carthage stumbles up dazed. Patrick Payne hits a kick to the gut,a nd he plants him down on the mat with a DDT into the mat. Seeing that he’s where he wants him, he goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Patrick Payne jumps off, and he connects with a flight risk on Mansa Carthage. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Mansa. The ref goes itno position to make the count. The ref counts 1………………2……………KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage. Patrick Payne connects with a few stomps on the downed Mansa Carthage.]
JR-So far Patrick Payne has been to keep Mansa Carthage.
King-I’m certain that he’ll be best served to continue that.
Kris Gaffney-The only question is…can he?
[Mansa Carthage gets up, Patrick Payne hits a kick to the gut, and he sets up for the Payne Per View, but it’s countered throwing him off. Patrick Payne lands on his feet, and Mansa Carthage connects with a big boot to the face. Patrick Payne is down on the mat. Mansa Carthage grabs a hold of the otp rope, and he recovers. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, Mansa Carthage connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Patrick Payne gets whipped to the ropes, and he bounces off of the roeps, and he lowers his head, and Mansa Carthage connects with a back body drop that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Mansa Carthage waits for Patrick Payne to get up to his feet as he falls into the corner. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, he connects with a super man punch on Patrick Payne. Mansa Carthage 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- Mansa Carthage has turned this match around.
King-It’s anyone’s match.
[Mansa Carthage is slow to get up to his feet, and Patrick Payne get sup to his feet. Mansa Carthage picks up Patrick Payne, and he drops him with a dragons decent!! Mansa Carthage holds Patrick Payne into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage makes a come back, and complete its with a victory.
King-Not without a fight.
(Mansa Carthage is feeling the effects of the match as he celebrates as Shockwave goes off the air.)
