(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken area as pyrotechnics blasts on the Shockwave set. The lights turn on as the fireworks end. The lights turn on, and the camera gets a few shots of the crowd. We zoom out to display the location information, we get one more shot of the crowd as the commentator speaks through 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 we will find out who will join the tag team title race.
Kris Gaffney-There are various teams watching tonight.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(“the duck song” blasts on the PA system. Kenny Omegrape walks out like James Bond and gets hit with a watermelon wrecking ball that sends him flying into the ring, the crowd throws him grapes.)
JR-Kenny Omegrape….puts himself through a lot before getting the ring.
King-Fruit truly is the gift that keeps giving.
Kris Gaffney-Seems that gift is pain.
The opening notes of "Attitude" by The Misfits blast through the arena as the lights flicker and strobe. The entire crowd erupts into cheers and excitement as Sythe appears at the entrance ramp.
JR-This is the return of Sythe.
King-Wonder if Austin Jameson Mercer, and him will star in a movie.
Kris Gaffney-Hasn’t happened for other wrestlers turned movie stars…so…
[Kenny Omegrape and Sythe stand in the middle of the ring, they lock up, and Sythe counters with an arm bar. Kenny Omegrape goes flying, and he gets up to his feet. Sythe connects with a standing drop kick that knocks back Kenny Omegrape. Kenny OMegrape falls out of the ring, and to the floor around ring side. Sythe takes a few moments to measure up, and Sythe runs towards Kenny Omegrape. Sythe connects with a baseball slide that sends Kenny Omegrape stumbling backwards. Kenny Omegrape hits into the barricade. Sythe throws Kenny Omegrape into the ring, and he rolls into the ring. Sythe waits for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet, Sythe hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he drops him iwht a piledriver!! Sythe goes into the cover Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…..KICK OUT by Kenny Omegrape!!]
JR-Sythe almost got the three.
King-There is no almost…the Melon Gods probably made Sythe’s movies happen…probably…
Kris Gaffney-I’m sure he’ll be overjoyed to know…
[Sythe waits for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Kenny Omegrape lifts him up, but Kenny Omegrape is able to slide out of the back, Sythe turns around. Kenny Omegrape connects with a reverse jaw breaker that stuns Sythe backwards. Sythe stumbles into the corner, after a few moments on a knee, Kenny Omegrape runs towards the corner Sythe is in, and Kenny Omegrape connects with a clothesline in the corner, and Kenny Omegrape connects with a running bulldog out of the corner. Sythe is down on the mat. Kenny Omegrape takes a few moments to rest up, and Kenny Omegrape connects with a running knee to the face as Sythe got up to his knee’s. Kenny Omegrape goes into the cover on Syth. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………..2………..KICK OUT by Sythe. Kenny Omegrape takes a few moments to rest up after the first part of this match.]
JR-Kenny Omegrape is gaining momentum.
King-He’s gaining strength because the Melon Gods granted it to him.
Kris Gaffney-That’s…..probably what gods are supposed to do…whether it’s literal, or figurative.
[Kenny Omegrape kicks Sythe in the gut, and he sets him up, and he lifts him up, but Sythe counters into a diving reverse DDT. Sythe goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Sythe jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with the Sythenator on Kenny OMegrape!! Sythe goes into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Sythe with a last second counter was able to find a way to get a victory.
King-A miracle that happened to the exact design of the Melon Gods
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Walter Melon walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-This is a very interesting match up for Walter Melon.
King-The Melon Club vs. The Bellarosa Family, clearly this was all the design of the Melon Gods.
Kris Gaffney-Like everything is….
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.
King-Wonder if he likes people calling him Mad Dog?
Kris Gaffney-I’m going to guess…no?
[Walter Melon and Luca Bellarosa pace around the ring, and they lock up, and Walter Melon puts Luca Bellarosa in a head lock. Ashley Irvine appears like Spider-Man from the top of the picture, she yells “WATERMELON!” She lets go, and falls on her face. Ashley Irvine says ouchies. Ashley runs out of the ring. Walter Melon shakes his head, Walter Melon gets pushed to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Walter Melon connects with a shoulder block that puts down Luca Bellarosa. Luca Bellarosa gets up to his feet,a nd once he gets up to his feet Luca Bellarosa runs, and Walter Melon counters with a hip toss into a hip toss into a reverse neck breaker. Walter Melon waits for Luca Bellarosa to get up to his feet. Walter Melon connects with a spitting seeds on Luca Bellarosa!! Walter Melon goes into the cover on Luca Bellarosa. The ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by Luca Bellarosa!!]
JR-Luca Bellarosa was able to kick out.
King-Ah…but who gave him the strength to kick out? Melon Gods JR!
Kris Gaffney-That’s what I was thinking…..
[Walter Melon waits for Luca Bellarosa to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, he picks up Luca Bellarosa, but Luca is able to counter with a slide behind him, and he pushes him towards the ropes. Walter Melon bounces off of the ropes. Luca Bellarosa connects with a spinning back elbow to the face, and this dazes Walter Melon. Luca Bellarosa connects with a half nelson suplex that sends Wlater Melon flying across the ring, and he is slow to get up to his feet. He runs at Luca Bellarosa, but it’s countered with a hot shot that sends Walter Melon flying into the top rope. Walter Melon stumbles around, and Luca Bellarosa kicks Walter in the gut, and he connects with a DDT. Luca goes into the cover on Walter, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………KICK OUT by Walter Melon!!]
JR-Luca Bellarosa was able to turn this match around.
King-The Melon Gods are clearly testing Walter!
Kris Gaffney-Yeah…I seen them “test him” with defeat too.
King-No, that was them having other plans for the winner!
[Walter Melon is slow to get up to his feet, and Walter counters with a kick to the gut, and he drops him with a fall through spine buster. Walter Melon goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Walter Melon climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope Walter Melon connects with a fruit smash splash on Luca Bellarosa. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………3!!]
JR-Walter Melon gets the victory.
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The arena lights dim, and the opening beats of NSYNC's "Bye Bye Bye" blast through the speakers. As soon as the first note hits, bright spotlights flash in sync with the music, and a thick cloud of smoke rises from the stage. The crowd immediately erupts in a mix of cheers and laughter, knowing they’re in for something special. As the beat drops, multicolored fireworks explode around the stage, and through the smoke, Patrick Payne bursts out, dancing his way onto the stage like he’s straight out of a 90s boy band video. Patrick starts hitting the iconic "Bye Bye Bye" choreography, exaggerated and dripping with his own flavor. He smirks at the camera, pointing at random fans in the crowd, and moving with the beat like he’s starring in his own music video. He stops midway down the ramp, faking a pause, and then launches back into the dance, arms waving and hips moving as the crowd sings along to the chorus.
EMF Ring Announcer: From wherever he damn well pleases, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall, weighing in at 210 pounds he is the unpredictable, the unstoppable, Patrick ˜The PP Express Payne!!!
As the music continues, the lights flash in rhythm, and Patrick slides into the spotlight, twirling and dipping to the beat. Nearing the ring, he stops for a second, tilts his head toward the camera, and breaks into a final burst of the dance, fully embracing the ridiculousness of it all. Without breaking his flow, he leaps over the top rope with a fluid, acrobatic jump, landing in a perfect roll before bouncing right back into the Bye Bye Bye dance inside the ring. Patrick moves effortlessly, finishing his routine by running up the turnbuckle, arms wide, and executing a picture-perfect backflip off the top rope. As his feet hit the mat, he drops into a flawless superhero landing, kneeling down, one fist on the ground, with a cocky grin stretched across his face. He rises slowly, arms outstretched, soaking in the crowd’s reaction, while the music fades and the lights settle back to normal. The camera zooms in as Patrick winks at the audience, mouthing, "You’re welcome!" before leaning casually against the ropes, waiting for his match to begin.
JR-Patrick Payne is the number one contender for the IC championship.
King-He’ll be able to test himself against the Dungeon Master.
Kris Gaffney-Plus if things go wrong, he could start a competition involving music.
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 was able to defend his Extreme Championship at First Blood, but he also has a big defense at Unleashed.
King-He’ll no doubt have more than he can handle, I wonder if he might focus on that match.
Kris Gaffney-That could play a factor.
[Patrick Payne and The Dungeon Master pace around the ring. They lock up, and Patrick Payne hits a knee lift this doubles over Patrick Payne, and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes, The Dungeon Master ducks under a clothesline. The Dungeon Master connects with a belly to belly suplex that puts down Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne is slow ot get up to his feet, and he connects with a few palm strikes then he follows up with a few spinning chops. Patrick Payne attempts to go for a fist to the face, but the Dungeon Master is able to duck under, and he connects with a super kick to complete the Nat 20 Combo. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and the Dungeon Master kicks Patrick Payne in the gut, and he plants Patrick Payne into the mat. The Dungeon Master pushes Patrick Payne on to his back. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on The Dungeon Master. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………..KICK OUT by Patrick Payne!!]
JR-Patrick Payne was able to kick out.
King-That’s not a song that Patrick wanted to hear.
Kris Gaffney-probably not.
[Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and he lifts up Patrick Payne, but Patrick Payne is able to struggle out. Patrick Payne connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down the Dungeon Master. Patrick Payne takes a few moments to rest up. The Dungeon Master gets up, Patrick Payne connects with a standing spike spine buster. Patrick Payne goes out of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he leaps off of the top rope, and he connects with the Flight Risk!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on The Dungeon Master. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2……KICK OUT by The Dungeon Master.]
JR-Patrick shifted the momentum back to his advantage.
King-We’ll see what he can do with it.
[Patrick Payne picks up the Dungeon Master, but before he can hit the Payne Per View, he is able to roll out of the move, and he picks him up, and he drops him with the Critical Shot. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes itno position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………3!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master gets the victory over Patrick Payne.
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 took on Azar Vulcan at Latino Heat.
King-Must have been difficult…not just because of how much better Azar is, due to his Maledictum status.
Kris Gaffney-That’s….a point.
(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 was involved in the main event of First Blood.
King-Jack Lynch loves chaos, this match will be exactly that
[Jack Lynch and Ziggy Thickness throws a few fists to the face, and Neither wrestlers are backing down. Ziggy Thickness is able to put him into a side head lock. ZiggyThickness holds on the pressure, Jack Lynch pushes him towards the ropes. Jack Lynch pushes him to the ropes, and Ziggy Thickness bounces off of the ropes. Ziggy Thickness connects with a shoulder block that puts him down on the mat. Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet. Jack Lynch goes for a wild fist to the face, and he does a dance and he connects with the Disco Inferno that drops Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch gets picked up by Ziggy Thickness, and he whips him to the roeps, and he bounces off of the ropes. Ziggy Thickness throws him in the air, and he connects with a Thic Buster on Jack Lynch. Ziggy Thickness goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……………KICK OUT by Jack Lynch!!]
JR-Ziggy Thickness is taking it to Jack Lynch.
King-Well…that’s chaos.
Kris Gaffney-Seemingly so.
[Jack Lynch gets picked up, but Jack Lynch is able to struggle out of the back. Ziggy Thickness turns around, and he runs towards Ziggy Thickness, and he connects with a hot shot that sends Ziggy Thickness into the top rope. Ziggy Thickness stumbles around, and Jack Lynch drops Ziggy Thickness with a pandemonium kick that drops Ziggy Thickness. Ziggy Thickness is slow to get up to his feet. Jack Lynch runs otwards the corner, and he connects with a splash in the corner. Jack Lynch backs out of the corner, and Ziggy Thickness stumbles out of the corner. Jack Lynch hooks Ziggy Thickness and he connects with a northern lights suplex with a bridge on Ziggy Thickness the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2…….KICK OUT by Ziggy Thickness!!]
JR-Ziggy was able to kick out.
King-Both are showing why they challenged for the world title.
Kris Gaffney-That was chaos.
[Jack Lynch waits for Ziggy Thickness who stumbles up, and Jack Lynch lifts up Ziggy Thickness, and he drops Ziggy with the Pandemonium Driver!!! Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Ziggy Thickness, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………….3!!]
JR-Jack Lynch drops Ziggy Thickness with the Pandemonium Driver to get the win.
(“Day One-ish” blasts on the PA system. The Uso walk on the stage, and they walk down to the ring, they step inside of the ring.)
[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 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-The Bloodline and A Few Badd Men do battle.
King-It seems Billy Breeze and Travis have a more loose association, but they have fought with the stable before.
Kris Gaffney-That’s true.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system as Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera.)
(Animal sounds echo the arena when the lights go black. The lights turn on green and an image of a giant alligator moves up the ramp, when it gets to the top it bites down, fireworks shoot from the sage and from up in the rafters comes sliding Aari Maxwell comes sliding down. Once close enough he unclips himself, lands in the ring, rolls, jumps up ontop of the ring post and shouts "CRIKEY!" To the fans with his arms out. He jumps, springs off of the rope and does a backflip landing on his feet. Aari "The Zoo Keeper, slides into his corner, bends down wrapping his arms around the ropes with his back on the post smiling as he waits for the match to begin.)
JR-A Few Badd Men have various tag team combinations.
King-Sick bro?
Kris Gaffney-Seems so.
[Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Billy Breeze, Travis Vortex, Aari Maxwell, and Zack Ryder stand in the middle of the irng. The bell rings, and the wrestlers star to fight. Jey Uso are fighting with Aari Maxwell, and Aari Maxwell is able to duck under one of the super kicks by Jey. Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick that stumbles Jey Uso, then he follows it up with a reverse jaw breaker that stuns Jey Uso. Aari Maxwell comes out off of the second rope, and he connects with a spring board cutter that knocks him down on the mat. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he connects with the 630 senton. Aari goes into the cover on Jey Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2……….Jimmy Uso breaks up the three!!]
JR-Jimmy Uso might have saved the match.
King-That might make Naomi happy.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe for a little while.
[Jimmy Uso waits as Aari Maxwell to get up to his feet, and Jimmy Uso connects with a clothesline over the top rope, and he crashes into the mat around ring side. Jimmy and Jey get up to their feet, they look at Travis Vortex getting into the ring, and they connect with a double super kick that knocks down Travis Vortex. Jey Uso goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he climbs up to the top rope. Jey Uso jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a Uso splash. Jey Uso goes into the cover on Travis Vortex. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2………KIKC OUT by Travis Vortex!!]
JR-Travis Vortex is able to kick out at the last moment.
King-I’m going to guess he knew he was going to do that.
Kris Gaffney-Damn time machine!
[Billy Breeze steps inside of the ring, and Jimmy and Jey go for another double super kick to the face. Billy Breeze ducks under, and Billy Breeze pushes Jimmy into Jey. Jey falls out of the ring, Jimmy turns around into the Harlem Hook!! Billy Breeze goes into the cover on Jimmy the ref counts 1……………2……..Aari Maxwell breaks up the count with a drop kick to the side of the head that breaks up the three count.]
JR-Aari Maxwell might have able to save the match.
King-Timing in the wild has to be important.
[Billy Breeze rolls under the ropes, and Travis Vortex gets up to his feet, Zack Ryder connects with the Rough Ryder. Aari Maxwell jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with my Kingdom on Travis Vortex. Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Travis Vortex. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell get the victory.
King-The beast bros are in the tag team title race
(Zack Ryder and Aari Maxwell celebrate their win as Shockwave goes off the air.)
