(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open to the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage, the lights on the stage. The lights turn on, and fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. They zoom out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to Saturday Shockwave, I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight Jackson Gunner will take on Jack Lynch.
Kris Gaffney-Jackson will have to deal with the chaos that happens when you deal with Jack Lynch.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder has had many matches, but these gimmick matches only come around so often.
King-Unless you’re the WWE, then you can pretty much set your calendar to it.
Kris Gaffney-HA! Take that wrestling world!
The arena is bathed in darkness.
A deep, guttural whispering slithers through the sound system—indecipherable, eerie, and inhuman, as if a thousand damned souls are muttering their final prayers. The air in the arena feels heavy, suffocating, like the presence of something unholy has seeped into reality itself.
Then, the first haunting notes of "Lucifer" by Behemoth rumble through the speakers, low and ominous, like a funeral hymn for the apocalypse. A single, blood-red spotlight flickers onto the stage, revealing a towering, cloaked figure standing in the center—motionless, head lowered, as if awaiting a divine command.
Smoke pours from the ground, swallowing the entrance ramp in thick, swirling shadows. Suddenly—
FOUR PILLARS OF FLAME ERUPT from the stage, casting monstrous shadows across the walls. A deep, droning bell tolls through the arena, and the cloaked figure finally moves.
Samael Dredd slowly lifts his head, revealing his face beneath the hood—painted in cracked, corpse-like war paint, his abyssal eyes devoid of humanity. The red glow from the flames illuminates him like a demon conjured from hell itself.
Ring Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring… from the Void Between Realms… weighing in at 305 pounds… he is The Harbinger of Despair… The Reaper Prophet… The Plagueborn… SAMAEL DREDD!"
The sound of distant, ritualistic chanting grows louder, creeping under the music like a blasphemous sermon. Samael slowly begins his march down the ramp, his long black trench coat flowing behind him like death’s shroud.
As he reaches the ring, flames ignite along the sides of the ramp, flickering and twisting as if alive. The crowd murmurs, some taking a step back as if an unseen force is pressing against them.
Samael stops at the base of the ring, his head tilting slightly as he gazes into the audience, his expression unreadable—empty, void of empathy, only inevitability. He slowly places a hand on the apron, and as he does—
A FINAL SURGE OF FIRE BLASTS FROM THE RING POSTS.
He climbs the steps methodically, wiping his feet on the apron as if cleansing himself before stepping into his unholy altar. Once inside, he kneels in the center of the ring, head bowed, hands outstretched as if praying to an unseen force.
Then—without warning—he snaps his head back and lets out a guttural, echoing breath, his body shaking as if possessed. The lights flicker violently, and then—
DARKNESS.
For a few seconds, there is nothing. Silence. Stillness.
Then, the lights return, and Samael Dredd is standing in the corner, unmoving, his eyes locked on his opponent.
He does not speak. He does not react. He simply waits.
For the suffering to begin.
JR-The former IC champion has power that will come in handy in this match.
King-Think Ryder is dredding this match?
[Samael Dredd and Zack Ryder stand in the middle of the ring. Samael Dredd throws a fist to the face, and he ducks under, Zack Ryder connects with a few fists to the face, but Samael Dredd is able to counter with a knee lift, he whips Zack Ryder to the ropes, Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes. Samael Dredd connects with a back elbow to the face. Zack Ryder goes down on the mat, and Zack Ryder gets up. Samael Dredd puts down Zack Ryder with a diving clothesline on Zack Ryder. Samael Dredd hooks Zack Ryder, and he connects with a belly to belly suplex. Samael Dredd connects with a leg drop on Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder rolls under the ropes. Zack Ryder is slow to get up on the apron. Samael Dredd kicks Zack Ryder in face as he falls on Samael Dredd. Samael Dredd connects with the doomsayers curse that drops Zack Ryder. Samael Dredd goes to the outside of the ring, and he grabs a table, and he throws it into the ring.]
JR-Zack Ryder might be in trouble.
King-Going through a table can’t be sick.
Kris Gaffney-Unless you do it yourself, then it could be.
[Samael Dredd tries to jump on the apron, but Zack Ryder is able to baseball slide the side of the table into the gut of Samael Dredd. This stuns Samel Dredd. Zack Ryder grabs Samael Dredd, and he throws him into the ring, and Zack Ryder jumps up on the apron, and he goes up to the top rope, and he waits for Samael Dredd and he connects with a missile drop kick, and he goes down on the mat. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to rest up. Samael Dredd climbs up in the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder backs up he wathes as Samael Dredd falls into the seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and backs up. Zack Ryder fist pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with the broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder sets up the table, and he gets ready for the Rough Ryder.]
JR-Zack Ryder seems to have an idea.
King-Hope it’s not for his show.
Kris Gaffney-That could get in the way of…well…winning.
[Zack Ryder sets up the table, and he waits for Samael Dredd to get up to his feet, and Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but Dredd blocks it, Dredd drives Ryder through the table with a power bomb!! Samael Dredd wins this match!!]
JR-With a counter Samael Dredd gets the victory.
(The opening chords of "Hopes and Dreams / Save The World" begin to play throughout the arena as images of opponents that Kobayashi has taken out in the past begin to play over the tron. The screen then focuses on Fujimoto's funeral... a very grim scene for sure. Kobayashi then comes out onto the stage, holding a metal bat over his shoulder. Kobayashi begins making his way to the ring as the more intense parts of Hopes and Dreams begin playing through the arena's sound system. Chris follows closely behind him, smiling as he follows Kobayashi into battle. Kobayashi steps into the ring, pointing his bat at the location of his opponent(s). He then drops the bat and poses on the turnbuckles for the roaring fans before jumping off and beginning to shuffle back and forth, getting ready for the matchup.)
JR-The former IC champion is going to be difficult to defeat.
King-He’s in a different generation, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be successful.
Kris Gaffney-Wade Barrett is somewhere yelling “that’s not how it works! New is always better”.
The lights cut completely—
BOOM.
A harsh, red strobe light slashes through the dark as the opening beat of “Livid” (Scarlxrd x NF x Hopsin) hits like a car crash.
No countdown. No warning.
Just pure, unapologetic violence in audio form.
The screen glitches violently with distorted flashes of Luca’s face—twisted, screaming, laughing. Static-laced clips of limb-snapping submissions, steel chair shots, and blood-covered snarls flicker behind the noise.
And then—he explodes through the curtain.
Mad Dog Luca Bellarosa bursts onto the stage like he was shot out of a fucking cannon.
No rhythm, no choreography. He’s stomping, shouting, pacing back and forth like a beast trying to decide whether to sprint to the ring or tear the ramp apart with his bare hands.
He’s shirtless. Sweat already dripping. Taped fists. Baggy black pants tucked into unlaced boots. Gold chain bouncing off his chest like it’s trying to escape the madness.
His eyes are wild.
His mouth is moving—talking to himself, barking at the crowd, yelling at no one.
He doesn’t pose. He doesn’t smile.
He storms.
Down the ramp, he points at fans, flips off a camera, laughs manically.
Sometimes he drops to all fours and slams the ground.
Other times he throws punches at nothing just to stay warm.
Samantha Irvin’s voice cracks over the chaos:
"Introducing… from the streets of Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 225 pounds… he is the MAD DOG… LUCAAAA… BELLAROSAAAA!"
He dives under the bottom rope, scrambles across the ring like a spider, then slams himself chest-first into the turnbuckles. Once. Twice. Turns. Roars.
He jumps onto the middle rope, howls like an animal to the crowd, then drops down and paces the ring like it’s too small to hold him.
There’s no composure. No calm. Just a storm in a human shape.
He pounds the mat.
Yells at the referee.
Throws his own body into the ropes to test them.
Because Mad Dog Luca doesn’t come to compete.
He comes to break things.
And when the bell rings?
He’s already moving.
JR-Luca is known mostly as a tag team wrestler.
King-His partner is an Irish God, I think he’ll allow it.
[Alex Kobayashi and Luca Bellarosa stand in the middle of the ring, both wrestlers throw fists to the face, neither wrestlers throw fists to the face. Luca Bellarosa connects with a hard head butt that knocks him backwards. Alex Kobayashi tries to answer back, but Luca Bellarosa connects with a hard clothesline that knocks down Alex Kobayashi. Luca Bellarosa connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Alex Kobayashi, and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes Luca Bellarosa connects with a spinning back elbow to the side of the face, and Luca Bellaros hooks Alex Kobayashi, and he connects with a half nelson suplex that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Luca Bellarosa waits for Alex Kobayashi, and he connects with DDT into the mat. Luca Bellarose goes into the cover, the ref counts 1……………..2…………KICK OUT by Alex Kobayashi!!]
JR-You can never count out the former IC champion.
King-This is probably going to be extremely physical.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe.
[Alex Kobayashi gets picked up by Luca Bellarosa, and Kobayashi connects with a head butt that knocks him backwards. Alex Kobayashi whips Luca Bellarosa, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Alex Kobayashi connects with a standing spike spine buster on Luca Bellarosa.]
JR-Alex Kobayashi with a few big moves.
King-Dewey Pond is a fan of this situation.
Kris Gaffney-Although, he’d probably wish for the presence of more curtains.
[Kobayashi hooks Luca into a full nelson, but Luca gets out, and he hooks on the dog collar. He holds on the pressure. Kobayashi goes out. The ref calls for the bell. Luca Bellarosa wins via submission!!]
JR-Luca Bellarosa gets the victory over Alex Kobayashi
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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 could make a big statement if he can beat the number one contender.
King-Patrick is used to being in big matches.
Kris Gaffney-This is a big one for him for sure.
(Animal sounds echo the arena when the lights go black. The lights turn on green and an image of a giant alligator moves up the ramp, when it gets to the top it bites down, fireworks shoot from the sage and from up in the rafters comes sliding Aari Maxwell comes sliding down. Once close enough he unclips himself, lands in the ring, rolls, jumps up ontop of the ring post and shouts "CRIKEY!" To the fans with his arms out. He jumps, springs off of the rope and does a backflip landing on his feet. Aari "The Zoo Keeper, slides into his corner, bends down wrapping his arms around the ropes with his back on the post smiling as he waits for the match to begin.)
JR-Aari Maxwell is rarely looking ahead, I would expect Patrick to get his full effort.
King-For anyone that’s a worry however.
Kris Gaffney-Guess he’ll have to use his knowledge of the wild to avoid that trap.
[Aari Maxwell and Patrick Payne lock up, Aari Maxwell is able to hit an arm drag that sends him flying through the air, and Patrick Payne gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne gets up to his feet, and Aari Maxwell connects with a standing drop kick that puts him down on the mat. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, Aari Maxwell connects with a few fists to the face, and this makes him back up into the ropes, and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes. Aari Maxwell connects with a one man flap jack that puts Patrick Payne donw on the mat. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and Aari Maxwell is able to spring board off of the second rope, and he connects with a spring board cutter on Patrick Payne. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he connects with a 620 senton on Patrick Payne. Aari Maxwell 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-Patrick Payne is not going down that easily.
Kris Gaffney-Crikey!
King-There is fight in this one!
[Patrick Payne gets picked up, and he gets lifted up, but Patrick Payne is able to fight out of it, and he connects with a few elbows to the side of the head. Patrick Payne lands on his feet, and he connects with the impaler DDT!! Patrick Payne takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up, Patrick Payne ducks under a wild fist to the face by Aari, and he connects with a few fists to the face of his own, and Patrick picks up Aari, and he drops him with a body slam, and he goes to the outside of the ring.]
JR-Patrick might be looking for the Flight Risk.
King-Look at the name…risk.
Kris Gaffney-Says Kevin Nash somewhere…
[Patrick Payne jumps off and he goes for the Flight Risk, but Aari moves out of the way. Patrick crashes into the mat. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, Aari lifts up Patrick, and he drops him with Gorilla Strength!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell gets the victory.
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system as Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda is looking to gain momentum.
King-Honestly, if this was WWE he shouldn’t be looking for that.
Kris Gaffney-Letting the other guy have the last shot before a big match is always the way.
[The arena dims, setting the stage for a dramatic entrance. The opening notes of "KICK BACK" by Kenshi Yonezu fill the space, its energetic and upbeat rhythm instantly gripping the audience. The titantron comes alive with vibrant animations reminiscent of action-packed anime sequences.]
Announcer: "Making his way
to the ring, from London, England, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is 'The Samurai Otaku'... Mansa Carthage!"
[As the music swells, the lights pulse in sync with the beat, casting bright, dynamic colors across the stage. Mansa Carthage bursts onto the scene with an exuberant energy, wearing a fusion of samurai-inspired attire and modern streetwear, complete with symbolic touches from his favorite animes.]
[Mansa moves with a playful yet confident swagger, embodying the larger-than-life characters he admires. He performs exaggerated, anime-style poses and martial arts moves, engaging the crowd and drawing them into his world of fantasy and excitement.]
[As he makes his way down the ramp, the titantron displays iconic scenes from various animes, interspersed with clips of Mansa's own in-ring highlights, showcasing his agility and strength.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Mansa leaps onto the apron with a flourish, pausing to strike a dramatic samurai pose, complete with a mock sword drawing gesture. He then flips over the top rope with acrobatic ease, landing in a superhero landing pose that sends the crowd into a frenzy.]
[With the music reaching its climax, Mansa bounds to each corner of the ring, energetically engaging with the fans, showing off his charismatic and playful side. He then centers himself, closing his eyes for a moment as if channeling the spirit of both anime heroes and samurai warriors, preparing himself mentally and physically for the battle ahead.]
[As the song fades, Mansa opens his eyes, poses, and now focused and ready, his playful demeanor giving way to the serious, disciplined side of a warrior ready for combat.]
JR-Mansa Carthage is going to be a big test.
King-Although, not like Tony hasn’t edured such tests.
Kris Gaffney-HA! He’s been around so long…because he’s old.
[Mansa Carthage and Tony Ikeda pace around the ring, and they lock up, and he connects with a knee lift into the gut, and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, Mansa Carthage connects with a clothesline that knocks down Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda gets picked up, and dropped with a body slam. Mansa Carthage, and he connects with a knee drop across the face. Tony Ikeda gets picked up, and he gets dropped with a fall away slam on Tony Ikeda. Mansa Carthage waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet, and he connects with a super man punch that drops Tony Ikeda. Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count. Te ref counts 1…………..2……..KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda!!]
JR-Kick out by the number one contender.
King-Tony Ikeda knows how to survive.
Kris Gaffney-Ha! He does things because he’s old.
[Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet. Mansa Carthage grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, but before he can drop him Tony Ikeda is able to counter with a DDT into the mat. Tony Ikeda takes a few moments to rest up, both wrestlers are slow to get up to their feet, and once they get up to their feet. Tony Ikeda ducks under a wild fist to the face, and Mansa Carthage connects with a full nelson slam on Mansa Carthage. Tony Ikeda falls against the ropes.]
JR-Tony Ikeda is attempting to gain momentum.
King-He’s old though.
Kris Gaffney-Guess that doesn’t happen as easily.
[Tony Ikeda waits for Mansa Carthage to get up to his feet, and he hooks him, but it’s countered with a few elbows to the side of the face, and Mansa Carthage turns around, and he lifts him up, and Mansa Carthage drops Tony Ikeda into a Dragon’s Descend!! Mansa Carthage hooks Tony Ikeda with a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage gets the win over Tony Ikeda.
King-But Tony’s still alive, you call that playing to win!
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-Sythe has been impressive since returning to the EMF.
King-Maybe he can star in a movie of how much I’ll beat up JR.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe…
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[As the opening beats of "Protect Ya Neck" by Wu-Tang Clan start to resonate throughout the arena, the lights dim to a moody, understated ambiance. A single spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp, creating a sense of anticipation and mystery.]
[The titantron flickers to life, displaying a montage of New York City’s shadowy streets and skylines, setting the stage for Billy Breeze’s entrance. The screen then transitions to a spectral figure moving through the darkness, New Yorks own vigilante, The Crimson Wraith.]
[Suddenly, a soft, blue glow illuminates the ramp, casting a cool, ghostly light. A thin layer of fog creeps along the floor, adding to the spectral atmosphere, suggesting the presence of something or someone not quite of this world.]
[Then, emerging from the back, Billy Breeze strolls out nonchalantly, his demeanor calm and composed, but with a readiness that you cannot train for. He’s dressed in his signature ring gear, exuding a quiet confidence. Rex "Retro" Savage follows behind, his flamboyant attire contrasting with Billy’s simplicity, playing up to the crowd and hyping them up.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Hailing from the shadows of New York City, here is the enigmatic, the unpredictable... Specter, Billy Breeze!"
[Billy’s walk to the ring is unhurried, his eyes scanning the crowd with a detached yet intense gaze. The spotlight follows him, keeping him the focal point amidst the dimly lit arena. He occasionally pauses, giving the audience a nod or a slight smirk, but his silence speaks volumes.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Billy slides in effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. Rex "Retro" Savage takes a position at ringside, continuing to interact with the crowd and serve as Billy's charismatic mouthpiece.]
[The music and lights subtly shift as Billy prepares for the match, the fog dissipating and the spotlight fading, leaving Billy in the ring, a figure both enigmatic and ready for combat, as the arena buzzes with excitement for the upcoming match.]
JR-Billy Breeze striking, and technical abilities are going to be a problem Sythe will have to deal with.
King-He should just max out all the rest of his stats.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain if he could do that he’d had done it.
King-Maybe he likes a challenge?
[Billy Breeze and Sythe pace around the ring, and they lock, and Billy Breeze is able to slide behind Sythe, and Billy Breeze connects with a snapmare into a seated position. Billy Breeze connects with a kick to the back of Sythe. Billy Breeze whips him to the ropes. Sythe bounces off of the ropes, and Billy Breeze connects with a big back body drop that sends Sythe flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Sythe is slow to get up to his feet, and Sythe goes for a wild fist to the face, and Billy Breeze ducks under, and he hooks him, and eh connects with a german suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2………..KICK OUT by Sythe. Billy Breeze waits for Sythe to get up to his feet.]
JR-Billy Breeze is looking to go for a big move here.
King-Quick Sythe, this scene needs to be shot.
Kris Gaffney-Ha! Movie references.
[Billy Breeze goes for a Harlem Hook, but Sythe is able to move out of the way, and he connects with an ezuguri to the side of the head that knocks Billy Breeze backs up. Sythe takes a few moments to rest up, he takes him down with a double leg take down with a double leg take down, and he connects with a with a catapult that sends Billy Breeze flying through the air, and Billy Breeze crashes into the top turnbuckle. Billy Breeze stumbles backwards, Sythe lifts up Sythe, and he connects with a belly to back suplex that puts him down on the mat. Sythe hits a kick to the gut, and he connects with a body slam on Billy Breeze. Sythe goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Sythe might be going for the Sythenator.
King-Hope Billy Breeze has been studying up on video game reversals.
Kris Gaffney- That would be helpful.
[Sythe goes for the Sythenator, but at the last moment Billy Breeze moves out of the way. Sythe tries to get up stunned, Billy Breeze hooks Sythe into a Specters grip. Sythe seems to go out. The ref gets no response from Sythe. The ref calls for the bell. Billy Breeze wins the match via submission!!]
JR-Sythe tried to end it, but Billy Breeze was able to avoid it, and used it to get the victory.
(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 the former Extreme Champion knows what it’s like to be a champion as Jackson Gunner.
King-He was in his element in the Extreme Division, we’ll see how he fits against Jackson Gunner.
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, surrounded by a sea of ecstatic fans. The crowd’s roars intensified as he tore off his tank top, throwing it to a lucky audience member. In a gesture of sheer energy, he beat his chest and threw his hands into the air, forming an X, signaling his readiness for battle as his Championship drapes over his shoulder.)
Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman! Making his way through the crowd, hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii, standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 250 pounds… he is the reigning EMF TV Champion, “THE SMILING WARRIOR” JACKSON “KOA KOA” GUNNER!
JR-Jackson Gunner is difficult to defeat.
King-I have no doubt that this is a preview of matches that will have belts on the line sometime in the future.
Kris Gaffney-Very well could be.
[Jackson Gunner and Jack Lynch stand in the middle of the ring. Jack Lynch and Jackson Gunner throw fists to the face, and Jack Lynch ducks under, and he connects with a few knife edge chops to the chest. Jack Lynch runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, but Jackson Gunner connects with a knee into the gut that stuns Jack Lynch. Jackson Gunner waits for Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch gets up to his feet, and Jackson Gunner ducks under a wild fist to the face by Jack Lynch. Then he connencts with a german suplex release. Jackson Gunner waits for Jack Lynch to get where he wants him, and he kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up. Jackson Gunner connects with the piledriver!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position tomake the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Jack Lynch!!]
JR-Jack Lynch was able to kick out after a few big moves by the TV champion.
King-He’s able to survive chaos.
Kris Gaffney-He does love it.
[Jackson Gunner sets up Jack Lynch for a power bomb, he lifts him up, but Jack Lynch is able to struggle out, and he lands on his feet. Jackson Gunner goes for a fist to the face, and Jack Lynch ducks under. Jackson Gunner turns around, and he connects with the Pandemonium kick that drops Jackson Gunner. Jack Lynch falls against the ropes, and he takes a few moments to rest up. Jackson Gunner runs at Jack Lynch, but Jack Lynch is able to counter with a hot shot that sends him flying through the air, and he hits into the top rope. Jackson Gunner stumbles around, and he hooks him, and he drops him with an urinage slam dropping Jackson Gunner. Jack Lynch takes a few moments to rest up, and he calls for the end of the match.]
JR-Jack Lynch has turned this match around.
King-Truly chaos from where it started
[Jack Lynch waits as Jackson Gunner gets up, and he lifts him up, but Jackson Gunner is able to slide out of the back, Jackson Gunner lifts up Jack Lynch, and he drops him with the Burning Samoan!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner was able to come out with the victory in very competitive match.
King-Jack Lynch brought the chaos, but Jackson Gunner found his moment to get the victory.
(Jackson Gunner recovers after the match as he celebrates the win as Shockwave goes off the air.)
