(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up the darken arena as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on as the fireworks end. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd, we zooms out to display the location information, and the camera gets 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 titles are on the line
Kris Gaffney-Billy Breeze and Travis Vortex will face off against Jackson Gunner, and Tony Ikeda.
JR-Let’s get to the first match of the night.
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system as Kenny Omegrape walks out on the stage suddenly a spring launches him into the air, and he falls face first into the ring, and the crowd throws grapes at him.)
JR-Still seems counter productive.
King-Nope, your just jealous JR!
(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.)
JR-Lugus Cuhullin mostly has made himself a tag wrestler, but tonight he returns to the singles ranks.
King-He’s an Irish God he can do what he wants.
Kris Gaffney-Makes sense to me.
(“Jasper Ace theme” blasts on the PA system. Jasper Ace walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jasper Ace has been impressive since debuting in the EMF.
King-Although some people have had fun with his first name.
(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.)
Kris Gaffney-Can’t blame them.
[Jasper Ace, Kenny Omegrape, and Lugus Cuhullin stand in the ring as the bell rings. Jasper Ace connects with a kick to the gut of Lugus Cuhullin, and he thorws him hard into the ring post. Lugus Cuhullin falls out of the ring. Kenny Omegrape goes for a belly to back suplex, but Jasper Ace rolls out of the back, and he connects with a leading head butt right to the face that knocks back Kenny Omegrape to the ropes, and he whips him to the ropes he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a spinning spine buster that puts down Kenny Omegrape.]
JR-Jasper Ace is looking to try to attempt to win this match right here.
King-Face two gods…that’s a smiting.
Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure…
[Jasper Ace gets turned around, and he goes for a clothesline, but he ducks under. Jasper Ace tursn around, and he gets hit with a round house kick that knocks Jasper Ace back, and he hooks him, and he connects with a german suplex. He goes flying across the ring, and he crashes down on the mat, slowly Jasper Ace gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet he falls against the ropes, and Lugus Cuhullin kicks Jasper Ace in the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a fisherman suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2…….Kenny Omegrape is able to break up the three count.]
JR-Kenny Omegrape breaks up the count.
King-Lugus might be an Irish God, but Kenny has god gods on his side.
Kris Gaffney-Not fair…
[Kenny Omegrape waits for Lugus Cuhullin to get up to his feet, and he connects with a step up ezuguri to the side of the head that knocks back Lugus Cuhullin. Kenny Omegrape connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Kenny Omegrape attempts to whip Lugus Cuhullin to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Lugus Cuhullin. Kenny Omegrape bounces off of the ropes, and he lowers his head, but Kenny OMegrape connects with a swinging neck breaker on Lugus Cuhullin. Lugus Cuhullin gets up to his knee’s, and he connects with a running knee to the face that knocks him down on the mat. Kenny OMegrape goes into the cover on Lugus CUhullin. The ref goes itno position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2….KICK OUT by Lugus Cuhullin!!]
JR-Kenny Omegrape almost got the three there.
King-But then the Melon Gods said…it’s not time.
Kris Gaffney-Wish they’d make it time…
[Jasper Ace attacks Kenny Omegrape, and he throws him out of the ring, and he crashes down on the mat around ring side. Jasper Ace turns around, and he gets dropped with the Baptist by Lugus Cuhullin!! Lugus goes into the cover on Jasper. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Jasper Ace had the situation, but Lugus was not quite as beaten down as he thought leading a window open.
(“I’m greatness” blasts on the PA system. Roman Reigns walks to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-The Bloodline went to another level when Roman Reigns appeared last year around this time.
King-He has definitely had the most impact.
Cyclone enters with high energy and intensity: jumping, yelling into the crowd, sprinting down the ramp and sliding smoothly into the ring before clapping intensely and pointing at his opponent, often times having to be held back by an official not to start the action before the bell rings.
JR-Joe Lamont is looking to get back on track.
King-He knows what he’s going to face with Roman Reigns.
Kris Gaffney-Probably not looking forward to due to making Roman look strong requirements.
[Roman Reigns and Joe Lamont stand in the middle of the ring. Roman Reigns ducks under a fist, and he connects with a hard fist to the face that knocks down Joe Lamont that sends him down on the mat. Roman Reigns is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet Roman Reigns connects with a few fists to the face. Roman Reigns tries to wip him to the ropes, Joe Lamont reverses the ropes. Roman Reigns bounces off of the ropes, Roman Reigns connects with a jumping clothesline. Roman Reigns is slow to get up to his feet, and Roman Reigns connects with a whiplash spine buster. Roman Reigns backs into the corner. Roman Reigns goes into the corner. He waits for Joe Lamont. Roman Reigns connects with a super man punch that drops Joe Lamont. Roman Reigns goes into the cover on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….KICK OUT by Joe Lamont. ]
JR-Roman Reigns almost gets the pin there.
King-Let’s see if the Grand Wizard has any magic.
Kris Gaffney-He wouldn’t be much of a wizard if he didn’t.
[Roman Reigns goes into the corner, and he measures up on Joe Lamont, Joe is up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet Roman Reigns calls for the Spear, but it’s countered with a kick to the face, Joe Lamont pushes him into the corner. Roman Reigns stumbles backwards. Joe Lamont connects with the disaster on Roman Reigns. Joe Lamont goes to the outside of the ring, and he waits for Roman Reigns to get up to his feet.]
JR-Joe Lamont might have gained some momentum.
King-Does he want to do that?
Kris Gaffney-Probably not…
[Joe Lamont sling shots himself up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope.Roman Reigns connects with the spear on Joe Lamont. Roman Reigns goes into the cover on Joe Lamont, the ref goes into position to count, the ref counts 1……………..2………….3!!]
JR-Roman Reigns gets the victory.
(“Archaos Angels theme” blasts on the PA system as Archaos Angels walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Archaos Angels is brutal in his tactics.
King-He’s YOUR devil.
Kris Gaffney-Jason Syrus is not a fan.
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 Ayerswindale power should serve him well.
King-If only he had the Melon Gods on his side.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain you’d think that would make him unstoppable….
[Archaos Angels and Ragnar Ayerswindale stand in the middle of the ring. Both of them staring down each other. Archaos Angels throws a fist, but Ragnar Ayerswindale is able to duck under, and connects with a running clothesline that puts down Archaos Angels. Ragnar Ayerswindale waits for Archaos Angels to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Ragnar Ayerswindale whips him to the ropes, and Archaos Angels bounces off of the ropes. Ragnar Ayerswindale Ragnar Ayerswindale lowers his head, and he connects with a back body drop that sends Archaos Angels through the air. Archaos Angels crashes into the mat. Ragnar Ayerswindale runs at Angels when gets up to his feet, once he gets up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a gunginar spear on Archaos Angels!!! Ragnar Ayerswindale goes itno the cover on 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 at the very last second.
King-Very last.
Kris Gaffney-He probably has good timing.
King-Maybe.
[Ragnar Ayerswindale sets up Archaos Angels, but Archaos counters with a back body drop that sends himf lying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Archaos Angels gets up to his feet, and he connects with a spinning heel kick that puts down Ragnar Ayerswindale.]
JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale momentum has been stopped.
King-I blame him not having the Melon Gods.
Kris Gaffney-Sounds like something you’d say
[Ragnar is slow to get up to his feet, Archaos lifts him up, but Ragnar slides out of the back. Ragnar connects with a belly to belly suplex putting down Archaos. Ragnar locks in the Midgard Serpent lock. Archaos passes out. The ref calls for the bell. RAGNAR AYERSWINDALE WINS VIA SUBMISSION!!]
JR-Ragnar wins this match after it seemed to be getting out of his control.
[Lights throughout the arena dim to near darkness, creating an atmosphere of suspense and anticipation. Suddenly, the sound of ticking clocks and whirring gears fills the air, building a sense of intrigue.]
The arena is plunged into eerie darkness. A single spotlight beams down on the entrance stage, revealing an enormous 20-sided die (D20), its numbers glowing with arcane energy. The haunting opening chords of “Binks’ Sake” start to play, gentle and mysterious, the crowd immediately clapping along.
Suddenly, on the massive LED screen, a colossal animated dragon bursts forth—its scales shimmering violet and gold. It coils and roars, unleashing a torrent of digital flame straight down the ramp. As the fire rushes forward, spotlights follow, making it seem as if the very ramp itself is set ablaze, leading to the ring.
At that moment, from beneath the stage, a ring of real flames erupts. Rising through the fire, guitar in hand and bathed in flickering orange and purple light, stands The Dungeon Master. He strikes a rockstar pose, head thrown back, hair wild, the guitar gleaming across his chest. The arena explodes with cheers.
He launches into a flamboyant air guitar solo, strutting to the music, every step in sync with the rolling animation of the D20, which now tumbles down the ramp in perfect time with his movement—projected to look as if it’s rolling just ahead of him, leading the way to destiny.
Each of his steps triggers a cascade of lighting effects—arcane runes illuminate underfoot, bursts of fireworks erupt from the ramp, and shooting flames flare on either side. He spins and dances, encouraging the crowd to join in, then leaps onto the ring apron, pausing to soak in the roaring energy of the fans.
With a grand flourish, he vaults into the ring, landing center stage in an epic rockstar stance. He rips a final, thunderous strum on his guitar—at that precise moment, golden sparks rain down from the rafters, surrounding him in a shimmering storm, as purple and gold spotlights swirl around the ring.
As the music fades, the dragon on the screen loops and lands atop a mountain of dice, bellowing one last time as flames curl around the frame.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring… hailing from the Astral Plane… but Louder! Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds… he is the BARD of BRUTALITY… the MASTER of MAYHEM… THE DUNGEON MASTER!
The Dungeon Master drops to one knee, raises his guitar like a legendary sword, and flashes a wild, infectious grin as the crowd erupts—his legend already unfolding before the match has even begun.
JR-The Dungeon Master is coming off a successful title defense.
King-Now he’s going to a big fight against Little Mac.
Kris Gaffney-Ha! Big and little.
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.
JR-Both Little Mac and The Dungeon Master are experts at striking.
King-Should they both join Club Nintendo?
Kris Gaffney-Probably…
[The Dungeon Master and Little Mac pace around the ring, Little Mac takes a swing, but the Dungeon Master blocks, and the two trade strikes that they are able to avoid for a little while. The Dungeon Master ducks under one, and he runs towards the ropes, and Little Mac goes a big fist to the face, but the Dungeon Master ducks under, and he connects with the first palm strike on Little Mac, and then follows it up with a few spinning chops, and after a combination of them, Little Mac attempts to answer back, but the Dungeon Master is able to duck under, and he measures up on Little Mac. The Dungeon Master connects with a super kick to complete the Nat 20 Combo. Little Mac is slow to get up to his feet, and the Dungeon Master lifts up Little Mac, and he drops him with a body slam. The Dungeon Master connects with a standing moonsault on Little Mac. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……….2……..KICK OUT by Little Mac!!]
JR-For a while there, both wrestlers couldn’t land anything, just dodged, thus showing how both are specialist in striking.
King-Soon, you’ll be saying the same about me…or you won’t because I’ll punch you in the face JR!
Kris Gaffney-I guess…I could say it…
[Little Mac is slow to get up to his feet, and he gets lifted up, but before he can hit the Critical Shot. Little Mac fights out, and The Dungeon Master tursn around right into the liver punch driving the air out of the Dungeon Master. Little Mac runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a running knee to the face that stuns the Dungeon Master. Then he connects with a reverse neck breaker putting down The Dungeon Master. Little Mac takes a few moments to rest up, both wrestlers are slow to get up to their feet. Once they get up to their feet. Little Mac ducks under another super kick, and Little Mac hits a kick to the gut, and he connects with an impaler DDT that drops The Dungeon Master, and Little Mac goes for the cover on the Dungeon Master. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……KICK OUT by the Dungeon Master!!]
JR-Almost three there.
King-Little Mac might be looking to end this.
[Little Mac gets ready, and he goes for the KO punch, but at the last moment the Dungeon Master ducks under, and he lifts him Little Mac. The Dungeon Master connects with a Critical shot on Little Mac. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2…………3!!]
JR-Little Mac went for a big swing, but it was a swing and miss!
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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 had quite the battle with an old rival.
King-Thankfully it wasn’t Tony Ikeda
Kris Gaffney-Then it would be LITERALLY old.
The arena lights dim as an eerie hush falls over the crowd. The tension is palpable, the anticipation thick in the air. Then, the opening bassline of Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees hits the speakers, and suddenly, the stage begins to rumble. A circular platform in the center of the ramp slowly rises, bathed in golden, flickering flames like a ritualistic summoning. From the depths below, Ziggy Thickness emerges, standing motionless atop the platform, arms folded across his chest, wearing oversized, dark-tinted sunglasses. His expression is impossibly serious, his stance almost menacing. The flames surrounding him flicker dramatically, casting ominous shadows across his frame.
He whips off his sunglasses and launches them into the crowd like a rockstar throwing a guitar pick. The second the glasses leave his hand, his entire demeanor shifts. Ziggy explodes into dance, his hips shimmying, his hands snapping, and his feet gliding in rhythm with the music. He struts down the ramp with the confidence of a 1970s disco king, slapping hands with fans, twirling dramatically, and even high-fiving a confused referee at ringside.
The ring announcer steps forward.
"Making his way to the ring, fighting out of the Boogie Wonderland! Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds of pure love, standing at a dangerous five feet and nine inches… he is The Prettiest Nightmare, Ziggy Thickness!"
Ziggy reaches ringside, hops up onto the apron, and wipes his forehead like he’s just put in a hard shift at Studio 54. With a dramatic deep breath, he slowly steps through the ropes before stopping in the center of the ring. Arms outstretched, he stands perfectly still for a moment, soaking in the energy of the crowd.
Without warning, he launches into a perfect backflip, landing with the grace of a gymnast and the confidence of a man who absolutely should not be that agile. The audience erupts in cheers as Ziggy raises his arms, basking in his own magnificence before casually moonwalking to his corner, giving a deep, over-the-top bow to the referee.
With a wink at the camera and a knowing smirk, Ziggy Thickness leans against the turnbuckle, ready for whatever comes next.
JR-Ziggy Thickness is looking to bounce back.
King-I’d be OK with it, after all he faced a man who is already better than everyone else.
[Ziggy Thickness and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, and they lock up, Patrick Payne puts him into a side head lock on Ziggy Thickness. Patrick Payne holds on the pressure on ZIggy Thickness. Ziggy Thickess backs up Patrick Payne to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne connects with a shoulder block that puts him down on the mat. Ziggy Thickness. Ziggy Thickness gets up to his feet, and he runs towards Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne counters with a one man flap jack that puts down Ziggy Thickness. Ziggy gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne lifts up Ziggy Thickness, and he connects with a body slam. Patrick Payne 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. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Ziggy Thickness. The ref counts 1………2….KICK OUT by Ziggy Thickness!!]
JR-Ziggy Thickness was able to kick out.
King- Both these two have faced Azar recently, I’m certain they want to prove something against each other…like they’re not better then Azar, but maybe they can be better than the other.
Kris Gaffney-That’s a way to look at it.
[Patrick Payne picks up Ziggy Thickness, but it’s countered with a jaw breaker by Ziggy. Ziggy Thickness does his dance, then he connects with a Disco Inferno dropping Patrick Payne. Ziggy Thickness falls on the ropes, and he takes a few moments to rest up. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet. ZIggy Thickness connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and he whips him to the ropes. Ziggy Thickness throws Patrick Payne in the air, and he drops him with the Thicc Buster on Patrick Patrick. Ziggy Thickness runs to the ropes, and he connects with the Boogie Wonderland Special with some interesting posing while he’s mid air. Ziggy Thickness 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!!]
King-Wonder how he did all that posing while flipping.
Kris Gaffney-Feels like that isn’t safe.
King-Shut up KG!
[Ziggy Thickness picks up Patrick Payne, and he connects with a body slam. Ziggy Thickness goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. But Patrick Payne is able to dive on the top rope. Ziggy Thickness falls off of the top rope. Patrick Payne kicks Ziggy Thickness in the gut as he gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne hooks Ziggy Thickness, and he drops him with the Payne Per View!! Ziggy seems out of it. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Ziggy Thickness. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………3!!]
JR-Patrick Payne was able to counter however, and got the victory.
[The entrance ramp and ring are illuminated with swirling lights that mimic the flow of time - colors shifting rapidly as if moving through different eras. Fog machines generate a thick mist across the ramp, adding to the mystical and otherworldly ambiance.]
[From the back emerges "Temporal" Travis Vortex, adorned in his eclectic time-traveler’s gear, with his crucial timepiece prominently displayed. He moves with a confident swagger, occasionally pausing as if momentarily disoriented or lost in time, adding to his eccentric character.]
[As the theme song "Time Has Come Today" by The Chambers Brothers plays, Travis interacts with the audience, sometimes pointing at his watch and gesturing wildly as if explaining a complex theory or a fragment of his latest adventure. His nephew, "Chrono" Charlie Quantum, follows, carrying the precious timepiece and trying to ensure Travis stays on track.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the enigma of eras, standing at 6’1” and weighing 210 pounds, the master of temporal tides... Temporal Travis Vortex!"
[Travis makes his way to the ring amidst the vibrant light show, with the fog swirling around him, creating an image of him stepping out of a time portal. Upon reaching the ring, he takes a moment to theatrically adjust his imaginary wristwatch, then leaps onto the apron and over the ropes with agility.]
[Once in the ring, Travis engages the crowd with charismatic gestures, occasionally slipping into his character's erratic mannerisms, while Charlie Quantum stands by, holding the timepiece and watching with a mix of amusement and concern.]
[The lights gradually stabilize as Travis's music fades, leaving him in the ring, ready to face his opponent in a match that promises to be as unpredictable and entertaining as his entrance.]
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[As the opening beats of "Protect Ya Neck" by Wu-Tang Clan start to resonate throughout the arena, the lights dim to a moody, understated ambiance. A single spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp, creating a sense of anticipation and mystery.]
[The titantron flickers to life, displaying a montage of New York City’s shadowy streets and skylines, setting the stage for Billy Breeze’s entrance. The screen then transitions to a spectral figure moving through the darkness, New Yorks own vigilante, The Crimson Wraith.]
[Suddenly, a soft, blue glow illuminates the ramp, casting a cool, ghostly light. A thin layer of fog creeps along the floor, adding to the spectral atmosphere, suggesting the presence of something or someone not quite of this world.]
[Then, emerging from the back, Billy Breeze strolls out nonchalantly, his demeanor calm and composed, but with a readiness that you cannot train for. He’s dressed in his signature ring gear, exuding a quiet confidence. Rex "Retro" Savage follows behind, his flamboyant attire contrasting with Billy’s simplicity, playing up to the crowd and hyping them up.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Hailing from the shadows of New York City, here is the enigmatic, the unpredictable... Specter, Billy Breeze!"
[Billy’s walk to the ring is unhurried, his eyes scanning the crowd with a detached yet intense gaze. The spotlight follows him, keeping him the focal point amidst the dimly lit arena. He occasionally pauses, giving the audience a nod or a slight smirk, but his silence speaks volumes.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Billy slides in effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. Rex "Retro" Savage takes a position at ringside, continuing to interact with the crowd and serve as Billy's charismatic mouthpiece.]
[The music and lights subtly shift as Billy prepares for the match, the fog dissipating and the spotlight fading, leaving Billy in the ring, a figure both enigmatic and ready for combat, as the arena buzzes with excitement for the upcoming match.]
JR-Travis Vortex and Billy Breeze have fought with Tony Ikeda and Jackson Gunner
King-They have also made it clear they are all about competition.
(“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 champions are going to be difficult to defeat.
King-It’s going to be bad.
Kris Gaffney-don’t you mean…
King-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Kris Gaffney-I knew that was coming….
[Jackson Gunner and Travis Vortex stand in the ring, and they lock up, Jackson Gunner puts him into a side head lock, and he holds the pressure, and he looks for a way out of the hold, and Travis Vortex backs him up to the ropes. Travis Vortex whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jackson Gunner connects with a shoulder block. Travis Vortex gets up to his feet, and Jackson Gunner ducks under, and he hooks him with a german suplex that sends him flying into the mat. Jackson Gunner connects with a few stomps, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a body slam. Jackson Gunner connects with a knee drop across the face. Jackson Gunner makes the tag to Tony Ikeda. Jackson Gunner sets up Travis Vortex, and he connects with a buckle bomb. Travis Vortex stumbles out of the corner, and Tony Ikeda hooks Travis Vortex, and he connects with a full nelson slam. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Travis Vortex, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Travis Vortex]
JR-Tony Ikeda almost got the pin there.
King-In the 2000s that would have worked.
Kris Gaffney-Accidentally…
[Travis Vortex gets picked up by Tony Ikeda, and he gets whipped to the roeps, but Travis Vortex reverses the whip, and he connects with a hip toss, and then follows it up with a hurricanarana to complete the time twist. Travis Vortex makes thet ag to Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze steps inside of the ring as Tony Ikeda gets up to his feet, and he connects with a t-bone suplex. Tony Ikeda gets up, and he gets dropped with a Harlem Hook. Billy Breeze 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. Billy Breeze makes the tag to Travis Vortex.]
JR-Travis Vortex has returned to the match.
King-Hopefully he won’t need a time machine.
Kris Gaffney-I’d would think he would be against that anyways burp.
[Travis Vortex picks up Tony Ikeda, and Tony Ikeda slides out of the back. He makes the tag to Jackson Gunner. Tony Ikeda attacks Billy Breeze. Jackson Gunner lifts up Travis Vortex, and he connects with a Burning Samoan!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Travis Vortex. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner ends the match to defend the tag team titles.
King-Travis didn’t see that coming
(Jackson Gunner and Tony Ikeda celebrate their win as Shockwave goes off the air.)
