(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on, and fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd, and then we zoom out to display the location information, we get one 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 a feud renewed as Patrick Payne faces off against Azar Vulcan.
Kris Gaffney-Both have had memorable matches tonight should be no different.
JR-Let’s get started with the opening match of the night.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He walks to the ring taking footage for his webshow, and he enters the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder has seen various of these matches.
King-Always gives him good web footage.
Kris Gaffney-The most important thing….
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-Little Mac quick striking ability will allow him to have success in this match.
King-Zack Ryder should be able to match that with his big moves, but it does only take one punch from Little Mac.
Kris Gaffney-Let’s just hope he doesn’t uses all of his stars.
(“Archaos theme” blasts on the PA system. Archaos Angels walks out on the stage, and down to the ring.)
JR-Archaos tactics can definitely be on the brutal side.
King-That’s an understatement JR…that’s why I hate you.
Kris Gaffney-Another reason to hate JR.
[Little Mac, Zack Ryder, and Archaos Angels stand on opposites of the ring. The bell rings, and Archaos charges at Little Mac, Little Mac ducks under, and he connects iwht a big upper cut that knocks Archaos Angels flying backwards, and he falls out of the ring. Zack Ryder runs at Little Mac. Little Mac counters with a hot shot that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes into the top rope. Little Mac connects with a liver punch doubling over Zack Ryder, Little Mac connects with a running knee lift, and he connects with a reverse neck breaker putting down Zack Ryder. Little Mac goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Zack Ryder!!]
JR-Zack Ryder kicked out!
Kris Gaffney-Little Mac is catching people off guard today.
King-I’m certain he has no problem with that.
[Little Mac gets up to his feet, and he see’s that Archaos is up on the apron, Little Mac hits a hard fist to the face. Zack Ryder gets up to his feet, and Little Mac goes over to where he is, and Zack Ryder takes him down with a double leg take him down on the mat with a double leg take down. Zack Ryder connects with a catapult that sends Little Mac flying into the turnbuckle. Little Mac stumbles around, and he falls into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up, he fist pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with the broski boot to the side of the face of by face. Zack Ryder backs up, and he signals for the Rough Ryder.]
JR-Zack Ryder looking to end this.
King-Sick bro?
Kris Gaffney-Little Mac doesn’t think so….
[Before Zack Ryder can do anything Archaos Angels attacks him, and he connects with a few fists to the face, and he whips him to the ropes. Archaos Angels connects with a spinning heel kick that puts down Zack Ryder. Archaos Angels connects with a few mounted fists, and then he rolls off, and he waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet.]
JR-Archaos Angels is focusing on Zack Ryder.
King-He does seem to have an aggression to Zack Ryder.
Kris Gaffney-Probably a good reason for that…
[Archaos Angels connects with a clothesline over the top rope, and he crashes into the ring side. Archaos turns around, and gets blasted with the KO punch by Little Mac!! Archaos goes down. Little Mac goes into the cover on Archaos Angels. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………3!!]
JR-Little Mac takes the opening to get the victory!
(“I am greatness” blasts on the PA system. Roman Reigns walks out on the stage, he stares down an “I will beat you” sign. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Roman Reigns has been quite a force since joining the EMF last year.
King-Keeping Roman looking strong.
Kris Gaffney-Indeed he has.
(“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 has had quite the 2025.
King-He’s been mixed up in the main event scene, he has had quite a lot of battles.
Kris Gaffney-And yet despite all of that…he’s still old.
[Roman Reigns and Tony Ikeda stand in the middle of the ring, they both throw fists to the face. Tony Ikeda seems to be gaining the advantage, but Roman Reigns ducks one of the fists, and he runs towards the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Roman Reigns bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a jumping clothesline.Tony Ikeda gets up, and Roman Reigns connects with a standing spine buster. Roman Reigns goes into the corner, and he measures up on Tony Ikeda. Roman Reigns connects with the super man punch. Roman Reigns goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref counts 1……..2……KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda!!]
JR-Roman Reigns coming out strong.
King-That’s the idea.
Kris Gaffney-Pretty much of his entire career.
[Roman Reigns goes into the corner, and he runs at Tony Ikeda, Tony Ikeda counters with a kick to the face that turns Roman Reigns. Tony Ikeda counters with a full nelson slam!!]
JR-Tony Ikeda however with a big statement.
King-That he’s old?
Kris Gaffney-Ha!
[Tony Ikeda picks up Roman, and he goes for the full nelson suplex, but it’s countered with a snapmare. Tony Ikeda and he gets taken down with the spear!! Roman Reigns goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Roman Reigns gets a big win.
(“Jasper Ace theme” blasts on the PA system. Jasper Ace walsk out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jasper Ace has had some impressive victories.
King-If he can win tonight, it’ll be another big step for him.
Kris Gaffney-However, it’s not going to be easy.
(The arena lights suddenly cut out, plunging everything into darkness. For a brief moment, the only sound is the murmur of the crowd, uncertain of what’s about to happen. Then, with a crackle of static, “My Way” by Frank Sinatra begins to play. But it’s not the smooth, classic version everyone knows—this one is slightly distorted, as if being played on an old, warbled record.
A lone spotlight flickers on, illuminating the entrance ramp where Jack "The Anarchist" Lynch stands, his silhouette stark against the chaos flashing on the titantron behind him—glitchy visuals of riots, fires, and carnage intercut with scenes from black-and-white films, all overlayed with the words "The Anarchist" in jagged, graffiti-style text.)
Announcer: Making his way to the ring. Fight from Wellington, New Zealand
. He stands 6'1" and weighs 230 pounds. He is The Anarchist, Jack Lynch!
(Jack takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his barbed-wire baseball bat resting casually on his shoulder. He wears a long, tattered trench coat covered in patches and scribbled phrases that look like they were done in a fit of madness. With each step, the crowd’s anticipation builds, his presence commanding yet erratic, like a ticking time bomb.
As he strides down the ramp, Jack’s grin is wide and manic, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of what’s to come. He stops suddenly, halfway down, as if a thought has just occurred to him. With a playful shrug, he pulls a flask from inside his coat, takes a swig, and sprays the liquid into the air. The mist catches the spotlight, creating a shimmering, chaotic halo around him as he continues toward the ring.
Reaching ringside, Jack doesn’t just walk up the steps like everyone else—no, that’s too predictable. Instead, he makes a sudden, wild dash toward the barricade, leaping onto it with the grace of a cat, balancing precariously on the edge. He taunts the crowd, swinging his bat playfully, then balances along the top of the barricade as if it were a tightrope, laughing all the while.
Finally, he jumps down and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, rolling to his feet in one fluid, exaggerated motion. He twirls his bat in his hand like a gunslinger ready for a duel, his eyes scanning the crowd as if daring anyone to challenge him.
Once inside, Jack heads straight for the nearest turnbuckle, leaping up onto it with a wild, unhinged energy. Perched there, he looks out over the crowd with a mix of madness and glee, as if soaking in the chaos he’s about to unleash. With a sudden, dramatic swing of his bat toward the titantron, the screen behind him glitches violently, flashing between images of destruction and his own maniacal grin.
Jack then hops down from the turnbuckle, casually tossing his bat to a ring crew member with a wink and a smirk, as if he’s just handed them a live grenade. He leans back against the ropes, whistling the last notes of "My Way" as if it’s all just a part of his twisted, chaotic day.)
JR-Jack Lynch is a former long time Extreme Champion for a reason.
King-He brought chaos to a division that loves chaos.
[Jasper Ace and Jack Lynch face off in the middle of the ring, they throw fists to the face, and Jack Lynch is able to duck one of the fists, and he lifts up Jasper Ace, and he connects with an inverted atomic drop. Jack Lynch runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a running forearm shot to the face that knocks down Jasper Ace. Jasper Ace gets up to his feet, and he gets thrown into the corner, and he gets hit with a few hard knife edge chops to the chest that echo through out the arena, and he brings him out of the corner, and he tries to whip Jasper Ace to the ropes but Jasper Ace reverses the whip, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jasper Ace tries to lift up Jack Lynch as he comes towards him, Jack Lynch is able to shift his weight. Jasper Ace turns around right into the Pandemonium kick dropping Jasper Ace. Jack Lnych goes into the cover on Jasper Ace, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………………..2……..KICK OUT by Jasper Ace!! Jack Lynch connects with a few stomsp on the downed Jack Lynch!!]
JR-Almost three there.
King-Jack Lynch isn’t done.
Kris Gaffney-Chaos never is, just ask the BWO.
[Jack Lynch waits as Jasper Ace gets up to his feet, and Jack Lynch lifts up Jasper Ace, but it’s countered with a DDT into the mat. Both wrestlers are struggling up to get up to their feet, Jack Lynch attempts another Pandemonium Kick, but it’s ducked under, and Jasper Ace drops Jack Lynch with a heart punch dropping Jack Lynch.]
JR-That might have bought Jasper Ace the time he needed.
King-We’ll see about that.
Kris Gaffney-Sometimes that is a question.
[Jasper Ace lifts up Jack Lynch, and he tries to lift him up in the air, but Jack Lynch floats over. Jasper Ace tursn around, and Jasper Ace gets lifted up by Jack Lynch, and dropped with a Pandemonium Driver!! Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Jasper Ace. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]
JR-Jack Lynch found his opening, and took it to get the victory.
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[As the unmistakable opening notes of "Money" by Pink Floyd begin to ecFho through the arena, a grandiose display of gold and green laser lights crisscrosses the space, creating an atmosphere of opulence and exclusivity. The entire arena is bathed in a luxurious glow, mimicking the sheen of gold.
The titantron springs to life, showcasing a dazzling montage of Hollywood's most glamorous moments: red carpets, flashing camera lights, and premiere nights, all leading up to the marquee name, "Austin Jameson Mercer," emblazoned across the screen in bold, shimmering letters.
Simultaneously, the entrance ramp transforms into a visual spectacle, resembling a premiere night red carpet. A line of spotlight-equipped drones flies overhead, casting down beams of light that spotlight the path, while confetti cannons strategically positioned at the sides of the ramp blast gold and silver confetti, fluttering down like a cascade of wealth.
Then, with a flair that only he can muster, "Hollywood" Austin Jameson Mercer steps out, clad in a custom-tailored robe that sparkles under the lights, his confident stride in sync with the rhythm of the song. He pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the adulation, a smirk playing across his lips as he surveys his domain.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Making his grand entrance from Beverly Hills, California, standing at six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds... He is the blockbuster sensation of the wrestling world, the “Pretty Boy”, 'Hollywood' Austin Jameson Mercer!"
[Austin then makes his way down the ramp, each step calculated to maximize the dramatic effect of his presence. Personal security guards, dressed in sleek suits, flank him, adding to the aura of untouchable celebrity status. He occasionally stops to pose for the "cameras," his every move oozing the charisma and confidence of a true movie star.
Upon reaching ringside, Austin takes a moment to gaze out at the crowd, offering a cocky wave before he discards his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath, adorned with gold trim that catches the light perfectly. He ascends the stairs and steps through the ropes with an air of entitlement, as if the ring were his personal stage.
The music fades, the lights gradually return to normal, and the confetti settles, leaving Austin Jameson Mercer standing center-ring. He stretches out his arms, welcoming the audience to his show, a smug smile on his face, ready to prove once again why he is the premier attraction, as the arena buzzes with anticipation for the spectacle to come.]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer alliance with the Maledictum brought him to a darker side.
King-However, he’s thankful for it.
Kris Gaffney-Guess it’s always good to have an edge.
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 knows he’s facing a former world champion.
King-He’s going to have to adjust his math.
Kris Gaffney-Always a good strategy.
[Austin Jameson Mercer and The Dungeon Master pace around the ring, Ausitn Jameson Mercer goes for a fist. The Dungeon Master ducks under, and the Dungeon Master goes for a palm strike, but it’s caught by Austin Jameson Mercer, and thrown. Austin Jameson Mercer waits for the Dungeon Master to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. The Dungeon Master stumbles backwards, Austin Jameson Mercer whips the Dungeon Master off of the ropes. Austin Jameson Mercer lowers his head, and he connects with a big back body drop that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. The Dungeon Master slowly gets up to his feet Austin Jameson Mercer connects with the Red Carpet making the Dungeon Master stumble backwards, he stumbles back. Austin Jameson Mercer hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with the world premiere with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by The Dungeon Master!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master was able to kick out.
King-The math is definitely working in his favor.
Kris Gaffney-So far at least.
[Ausitn Jameson Mercer picks up the Dungeon Master, and he lifts him up, but The Dungeon Master slides behind Ausitn Jameson Mercer. The Dungeon Master connects with palm strikes, spinning chops. Austin Jameson Mercer tries to answer back with a fist to the face, but the Dungeon Master ducks under, and he connects with a super kick to complete the Nat 20 combo that sends Austin Jameson Mercer flying backwards. Austin Jameson Mercer is in the corner, and the Dungeon Master runs towards him, and he connects with a splash in the corner. The Dungeon Master backs up, and he waits for Austin Jameson Mercer to stumble towards him, and he sets him up, and he connects with a northern lights suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…….KICK OUT by Austin Jameson Mercer!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer was able to kick out.
King-Think he’d ask for another take?
Kris Gaffney-Well…he could have not kicked out.
King-Guess so…
[The Dungeon Master picks up Austin Jameson Mercer pushes back the Dungeon Master. Austin Jameson Mercer goes for the Red Carpet, but the Dungeon Master ducks under. Austin Jameson Mercer gets lifted up, and The Dungeon Master drops him with Critical Shot!! AJM seems out of it. The Dungeon Master goes itno the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………….2……………..3!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer tried to catch Dungeon Master off guard, but it led to his downfall.
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 coming off a big match at Latino Heat.
King-Considering his Maledictum status, I’m certain he’ll enjoy facing Ragnar considering how connected the Golden Kingdom and Maledictum are.
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-This is a new match up for Ragnar.
King-Ziggy surprised everyone last month, let’s see if he can continue here against Ragnar.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that Ragnar is thinking right now it’s his job to make sure that it happened.
[Ragnar Ayerswindale and Ziggy Thickness are pacing around the ring, they lock up, and Ragnar Ayerswindale pushes him towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He connects with a standing clothesline that puts him down on the mat. Ziggy Thickness gets up to his feet, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a rib breaker. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with an elbow drop on the downed Ziggy Thickness, and he allows Ziggy Thickness to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Ragnar whips Ziggy Thickness to the corner, and he crashes into the corner. Ragnar Ayerswindale runs at Ziggy Thickness, and he tries to crush Ziggy thickness in the corner, but Ziggy moves out of the way. Ragnar crashes into the corner, and Ragnar crashes into the corner. ZIggy Thickness runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Ragnar Ayerswindale takes down Ziggy Thickness with the Gunginar spear!! Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the cover on Ziggy Thickness, the ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Ziggy Thickness!!]
JR-Ziggy Thickness kicked out at the last moment.
King-He walked right into that one.
Kris Gaffney-But he took it, and is still going.
[Ragnar Ayerswindale waits for Ziggy Thickness to get up to his feet, once he gets up to his feet. Ziggy Thickness gets lifted up, but Ziggy Thickness is able to struggle out of the back. Ziggy Thickness runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Ziggy Thickness connects with the Nightmare Crush which makes Ragnar Ayerswindale falls backwards, and he hits the ropes, and he comes back towards Ziggy Thickness. Ziggy Thickness kicks Ragnar Ayerswindale in the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with the Thicc-End Driver!! Ziggy Thickness crawls towards Ragnar Ayerswindale, and he throws his arm over the downed Ragnar Ayerswindale, and the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2……….KICK OUT by Ragnar Ayerswindale. Ziggy Thickness takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet. Ziggy Thickness connects with a few fists to the face Ragnar Ayerswindale goes for a fist to the face. Ziggy Thickness ducks under. Ziggy Thickness connects with the Disco Inferno.]
JR-Ziggy Thickness is looking to end this.
King-Or do interesting poses in the middle of his highly dangerous moves.
Kris Gaffney-Whatever comes first, or he’ll do both, he’s hardcore.
[Ziggy climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off, but Ragnar Ayerswindale moves out of the way. Ziggy crashes into the mat. Ragnar Ayerswindale kicks Ziggy in the gut, and he connects with a DDT!! Ragnar Ayerswindale hooks on the Midgard Serpent Lock on Ziggy Thickness!! Ziggy passes out, the ref calls for the bell. Ragnar Ayerswindale wins via submission!!]
JR-Ziggy went for it all, and came up with nothing.
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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 has feuded with Azar Vulcan through out 2025 and before that sometimes with the World Championship on the line.
King-You’d think he’d already know how much better than he is than anyone else, but nope.
Kris Gaffney-Guess he doesn’t give up easily.
[I’m better than you and you know it” Is said over the loud speakers right before Lamb Of God- “Overlord” hits. The crowd erupts in boos as the lighting begins to flash green and gold. The ramp fills with images of money as Azar Vulcan steps out from the back with a smug grin on his face. He stops atop of the ramp laughing at the fans.]
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds and standing 5’11”. He is The EMF World Heavyweight Champion, The Best In The World, Azar “Mastermind” Vulcan!
JR-I’m certain that Azar Vulcan knows what to expect from this match.
King-I’m certain that the power of friendship is something he’s ready for.
Kris Gaffney-He’s ready for everything isn’t he….
[Azar Vulcan and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, the long time rivals stare down each other, and Azar Vulcan throws a wild fist to the face, and Patrick Payne runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Azar Vulcan is able to counter with a arm drag that sends Patrick Payne flying across the ring, and he crashes down on the mat. Azar Vulcan waits as Patrick Payne gets up to his feet, and he knocks him back down on the mat with a running cltohelsine. Patrick Payne gets up to his feet, and Azar Vulcan kicks Patrick Payne in the gut, and he sets him up, and he lifts him up, and dropping him with a brain buster. Patrick Payne is down. Azar Vulcan gets up to his feet, and he spring boards off of the second rope, and he connects with a spring board moonsault on Patrick Payne. Azar Vulcan 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-Azar Vulcan almost got the three.
King-Patrick already knows how much better than Azar is, he’s just in denial.
Kris Gaffney-Guess when you faced someone even if he is that good, the competitor in you makes you want to keep going.
King-Sounds like you know what it’s like…probably because everyone was better than you, and you knew it.
Kris Gaffney-…
[Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, Azar Vulcan goes for the Money Maker, but Patrick Payne is able to duck under. Patrick Payne ducks under, and he pushes him towards the ropes. He bounces off of the roeps. He connects with a one man flap jack that puts down Azar Vulcan. Patrick Payne rolls away, and he gets up in the corner, and he is slow to get up to his feet. Azar Vulcan gets up, and Patrick Payne runs and he connects with a one handed face crusher. Azar Vulcan face driven in the mat, dazed he gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne picks up Azar Vulcan, and he drops him with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a flight risk on Azar Vulcan!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Azar Vulcan. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Azar Vulcan!!!]
JR-Patrick Payne giving Azar Vulcan an expected great fight.
King-Or he’s just annoying Azar due to not accepting how much better he is.
Kris Gaffney-I can how that would be an annoyance…
[Patrick Payne waits for Azar Vulcan to get up to his feet, Patrick Payne kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up for the Payne Per View. But Azar Vulcan spins out. Patrick goes for a clothesline, Azar ducks under, and Patrick Payne connects with the Money Maker!! This drops Patrick Payne!! Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-In another chapter to this long storied feud, it’s Azar who comes out on top.
King-I’m not surprised considering how much better he is than everyone.
(Azar Vulcan holds up the World Championship as Shockwave goes off the air.)
