(The EMF logo flashes on the screen)
(We open up to the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage, the lights turn on. 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 as 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 Fenrir Kaine will attempt to get redemption by going one on one against man with the number one contendership Joey Bellarosa.
Kris Gaffney-If Fenrir can win, he’ll join in on the match.
JR-Let’s start the first match of the night.
(Lights out, crowd waits in anticipation and then erupt in both boos and cheers for The Irish God when green smoke fills the dark arena and a spotlight shines at the top of the ramp, all when Sinéad O'Connor & The Chieftains - The Foggy Dew plays throughout the arena. From the back, arms out and swinging cockily comes walking the Irish God, Lugus Cuhullin. He stops atop the ramp with his hands by his side and face looking to the ground and he raises his fists slowly making an X above his head. The Irish God slams his fists down and fireworks shoot from the ramp and lights flash green as The Irish God does quick shadowboxing with each strike fireworks shooting from the stage. He looks to the ring with his cocky smile.)
JR-Lugus Cuhullin has been mostly a tag team wrestler, but he’s had his experience with singles should serve him well here.
King-Plus he’s an Irish God
Kris Gaffney-Always the thing to remember.
The arena lights dim, plunging the space into an anticipatory darkness. A hushed silence falls over the crowd, broken only by the distant sound of thunder. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Medieval Viking Music - For Honor (Ft. Peyton Parrish)" resonate through the speakers, their haunting melody echoing in the vastness of the arena.
As the music swells, the titantron flickers to life, displaying a mist-covered Nordic landscape. Towering mountains and dense, shadowy forests under a twilight sky fill the screen, creating an atmosphere of ancient, rugged wilderness.
Amidst this mystical backdrop, scenes of Viking lore begin to unfold on the titantron. Images of longships sailing through stormy seas, warriors brandishing shields and axes, and ethereal figures of Valkyries descending from the heavens captivate the audience, weaving a tale of epic battles and Norse mythology.
A deep, bellowing horn sounds, reminiscent of a Gjallarhorn, heralding the approach of a warrior. The crowd stirs with excitement as a lone figure emerges from the backstage, his silhouette imposing and powerful.
Ragnar Ayerswindale steps into the light, his figure colossal and commanding. He stands for a moment at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena with a calm, unyielding gaze. His attire, a fusion of traditional Viking elements and modern combat gear, complements his muscular build, and Norse runes glint on his gear under the arena lights.
As he begins his descent down the ramp, the music intensifies. The titantron shows images of thunderous battles juxtaposed with serene, majestic landscapes of the Nordic fjords, symbolizing the duality of Ragnar's nature – both a fierce warrior and a stoic guardian of ancient traditions.
Ragnar's movements are deliberate and measured, exuding confidence and a sense of purpose. He occasionally pauses to make eye contact with fans, his expression unchanging, an embodiment of the calm before the storm.
Reaching the ring, Ragnar ascends the steel steps with ease. He stands on the apron for a moment, closing his eyes as if to draw strength from the gods themselves. Then, with a swift and fluid motion, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring.
The music reaches a crescendo, and Ragnar raises his arms, acknowledging the crowd and the arena. The Norse imagery on the titantron gives way to a single, ancient rune, glowing brightly as if imbued with mystical power.
As the music fades and the lights return to normal, Ragnar begins his pre-match ritual, a silent nod to the Viking warriors of old. The arena buzzes with anticipation, the presence of this modern-day Viking leaving an indelible mark on all who witness his entrance.
JR-Ragnar power should allow him to hit quickly.
King-If he had the Melon Gods on his side that would help more.
Kris Gaffney-I’m sure…
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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 is looking to gain gold for the Maledictum.
King-They gave him a new attitude, and now he looks to bring even more gold to the stable.
[Ragnar Ayerswindale, Lugus Cuhullin and Austin Jameson Mercer stand in the ring, and the bell rings, and Lugus Cuhullin goes ofr a wild kick to the face on Ragnar Ayerswindale, but Ragnar is able to duck under, and he pushes him forward. Lugus Cuhullin crashes into Austin Jameson Mercer, and he falls out of the ring. Ragnar Ayerswindale measures up, and he connects with a spinning spine buster. Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the corner, and he connects with the gunginar spear on Lugus Cuhullin. Ragnar goes into the cover on Lugus. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2…..KICK OUT by Lugus Cuhullin!!]
JR-Lugus Cuhullin was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-That was Fookin close.
Kris Gaffney-FOOOOOOOOOOOK
[Ragnar Ayerswindale gets up to his feet, and he see’s that Austin Jameson Mercer is on the apron. Ragnar Ayerswindale runs towards him, but it’s countered with a hang man that makes him stumble backwards. Austin Jameson Mercer goes for the red carpet, but hits Lugus instead who falls out of the ring. Ragnar goes for the Gunginar spear, but it’s countered with a knee to the face. Austin Jameson Mercer sets up Ragnar, and he connects with the world premiere with a bridge into a pin on Ragnar. The ref goes into position to make the count, 1………..2……KICK OUT by Ragnar Ayesrswindale!!]
JR-Almost three!
King-Austin Jameson Mercer almost was able to get the win there.
[Austin Jameson Mercer gets up, but he see’s that Lugus climbed up on the apron, and Lugus suckered him in with a shoulder block. Lugus Cuhullin steps inside of the ring, and he connects with roundhouse kick to the side of the head that makes Austin Jameson Mercer turn his head, and he connects with a german suplex that sends Austin Jameson Mercer go flying across the ring, and he turns his attention to Ragnar who is getting up to his feet, and he connects with the baptism that drops Ragnar Ayerswindale!!]
JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale might be in trouble here.
King-Well…he was just hit by an Irish God…
Kris Gaffney-That’s true.
[Lugus Cuhullin goes into the cover on Ragnar, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………….Austin Jameson Mercer connects with the Final Cut to break up the three count. Austin Jameson Mercer goes into the cover on Lugus Cuhullin, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………3!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer was able to come in at the last moment, and take the win!
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder studied up on Finn Balor time in the BWO.
King-He’ll probably know a lot about him.
Kris Gaffney-If he wants to find out more…Seth Rollins is fan of searching for the Demon King.
(“Catch your breath” Finn Balor walks out on the stage, he poses, and he walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Finn Balor abilities have been proven world wide.
King-Now only if your ability to shut up JR would match Finn’s ability.
[Zack Ryder and Finn Balor pace around the ring, Finn Balor connects with a few fists to the face of Zack Ryder, and Finn Balor whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with a flying clothesline that knocks down Finn Balor. Finn Balor gets up to his feet, and Zack Ryder connects with a drop kick that puts down Finn Balor. Finn Balor is slow to get up to his feet, and Zack Ryder lifts up Finn Balor, and he connects with a back breaker. Zack Ryder goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and once he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up, Zack Ryder jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a missile drop kick that puts down Finn Balor. Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Finn Balor. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……KIC KOUT by Finn Balor!!]
JR-Finn Balor is able to kick out.
King-Zack Ryder probably isn’t a fan.
Kris Gaffney-Probably not.
[Zack Ryder see’s Finn Balor in the corner, he runs at Finn Balor. Finn connects with a boot to the face. Zack Ryder stumbles backwards. Finn Balor takes a few moments to res tup, Zack Ryder runs towards the corner again, but Finn Balor counters with an inverted Russian leg sweep into the corner. Zack Ryder is in the corner, and Zack Ryder turns around in the corner. Finn Balor run towards the corner, and he connects with a running drop kick in the corner. Finn Balor goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Zack Ryder might be in trouble here.
King-Not sick bro.
[Finn Balor jumps off of the top rope, but Zack Ryder moves out of the way. Finn lands on his feet. Finn Balor turns around, and Zack Ryder connects with the Rough Ryder on Finn Balor!! Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Finn Balor. The ref goes into position tom ake the count, the ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-Zack Ryder was able to get out of the way, and get the victory.
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Walter Melon walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Walter Melon has won many championships.
King-But his best accomplishment is given by the Melon Gods.
Kris Gaffney-Which is everything?
King-Exactly! And especially fruit.
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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 a former world champion, and main evented First Blood.
King-Too bad he’s facing GOD!
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that went through his mind…
[Walter Melon and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, and they lock up, Walter Melon connects with a knee lift into the gut that doubles over Patrick Payne. Walter Melon whips him ot the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne connects with a elbow to the face that knocks him down on the mat, and Walter Melon waits for Patrick Payne to get up to his feet. Walter Melon kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, and he whips him to the ropes. Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes, Walter Melon connects with a one man flap jack that sends him flying into the mat. Ashley Irvine appears on a train and hands Walter Melon something to sign, he signs, Walter opens up the later which says WATERMELON!! Walter Melon shakes his head, and Walter Melon connects with a spitting seeds on Patrick Payne. Walter Melon 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 kicked out at the last moment.
King-Walter Melon truly is blessed.
Kris Gaffney-Guess he’s getting messages from Melon Goddesses on trains now.
[Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and Patrick Payne gets picked up, but Patrick payne is able to counter with a lift up, and he connects with a belly to back suplex into a back breaker. Patrick Payne takes a few moments to rest up, and Patrick Payne picks up Walter Melon, and he connects with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Patrick Payne is looking for the flight risk.
King-Clearly the Melon Gods plan will be revealed.
Kris Gaffney-I still would have my doubts…
[Patrick Payne jumps off, but Walter Melon moves out of the way. Patrick Payne crashes into the mat, and Walter Melon gets up to his feet, and he connects with a DDT. Walter goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he connects with a DDT. Walter Melon goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Walter Melon connects with the fruit smash splash!! Walter Melon goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………..3!!]
JR-Patrick Payne went for the big move, and it didn’t pay off.
King-Never was going to, because of what…Melon Gods JR…Melon gods!
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 next match should be a contrast of styles.
Kris Gaffney-Sythe does have the advantage with speed, and high flying ability.
King-Which means due to my hate of high risk moves I don’t like his chances.
[The arena dims, setting the stage for a dramatic entrance. The opening notes of "KICK BACK" by Kenshi Yonezu fill the space, its energetic and upbeat rhythm instantly gripping the audience. The titantron comes alive with vibrant animations reminiscent of action-packed anime sequences.]
Announcer: "Making his way
to the ring, from London, England, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is 'The Samurai Otaku'... Mansa Carthage!"
[As the music swells, the lights pulse in sync with the beat, casting bright, dynamic colors across the stage. Mansa Carthage bursts onto the scene with an exuberant energy, wearing a fusion of samurai-inspired attire and modern streetwear, complete with symbolic touches from his favorite animes.]
[Mansa moves with a playful yet confident swagger, embodying the larger-than-life characters he admires. He performs exaggerated, anime-style poses and martial arts moves, engaging the crowd and drawing them into his world of fantasy and excitement.]
[As he makes his way down the ramp, the titantron displays iconic scenes from various animes, interspersed with clips of Mansa's own in-ring highlights, showcasing his agility and strength.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Mansa leaps onto the apron with a flourish, pausing to strike a dramatic samurai pose, complete with a mock sword drawing gesture. He then flips over the top rope with acrobatic ease, landing in a superhero landing pose that sends the crowd into a frenzy.]
[With the music reaching its climax, Mansa bounds to each corner of the ring, energetically engaging with the fans, showing off his charismatic and playful side. He then centers himself, closing his eyes for a moment as if channeling the spirit of both anime heroes and samurai warriors, preparing himself mentally and physically for the battle ahead.]
[As the song fades, Mansa opens his eyes, poses, and now focused and ready, his playful demeanor giving way to the serious, disciplined side of a warrior ready for combat.]
JR-Mansa Carthage has the power, and the size.
King-Always very difficult to defeat, even when you can it’s going to be a difficult night to get it done.
[Mansa Carthage and Sythe stand in the middle of the ring, they lock up. Being that Mansa Carthage has a strength advantage he pushes back Sythe, Sythe bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage goes for a big boot, but Sythe is able to duck under, and Sythe bounces off of the other side, Sythe jumps in the air, but Mansa Carthage is able to shoulder block him out of the air. Sythe is down on the mat, and Mansa Carthage lifts up Sythe, and he drops him with a front spike spine buster. Sythe is down on the mat. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he waits for Sythe to get up to his feet, and Mansa Carthage connects with a super man punch that drops Sythe. Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count 1…………..2………KICK OUT by Sythe!!]
JR-Sythe took a few big moves, but he was able to survive.
King-He’ll have to figure out how to change the momentum.
Kris Gaffney-Thought that was a good thing not to have momentum.
King-It’s good until the match…
[Mansa Carthage grabs him around the throat, and lifts Sythe up, but at the last moment Sythe counters with a DDT into the mat, and Mansa Carthage is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet Sythe connects with a inverted Russian leg sweep into the mat. Sythe climbs up to the second rope, and he jumps off, and he connects with a two handed face crusher. Sythe goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Sythe might be attempting to end this match.
King-We’ll see if he can.
[Sythe jumps off for the Sythenator, but at the last moment Mansa Carthage moves out of the way. Sythe hits into the mat, stunned he gets up to his feet Mansa picks up Sythe and he drops him with the Dragons Descend!! Mansa goes into the cover on Sythe, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage avoids the Sythenator to get the victory.
(As the lights in the arena plunge into darkness, an eerie silence descends over the crowd. The faint sound of wind howling fills the air, sending shivers down spines. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Wolf Totem" by The HU (featuring Jacoby Shaddix) thunder through the speakers, primal and haunting. A blood-red light floods the entrance ramp, illuminating a swirling mist of smoke that creeps along the ground like tendrils of something alive.
The screen above the stage flickers to life, showing the silhouette of a massive wolf prowling through a dark forest. As the beat drops, bursts of flame erupt from the stage, casting wild shadows across the arena. Through the flames and smoke emerges Fenrir Kaine, "The Demonic Werewolf." His imposing frame is silhouetted against the fiery backdrop, his head lowered, and his crimson eyes glinting beneath his hooded brow.
Ring Announcer: Now making his way to the ring! Fighting out of the Shadows of the Abyss! Weighing in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds and standing six feet and four inches tall! He is "The Demonic Werewolf" FENRIR KAINE!
Fenrir’s presence is palpable, an aura of raw, predatory menace that freezes the audience in place. As he begins his slow, deliberate march down the ramp, the flames on stage ignite once more, illuminating his every step. The red lights follow him like a spotlight, casting a sinister glow over his powerful frame. The mist clings to his boots as if the darkness itself refuses to let him go.
He reaches the ring steps and pauses, turning his gaze to the crowd. Their boos and jeers are drowned by the pulsating rhythm of his theme song, yet Fenrir remains unfazed. A low, guttural growl escapes his lips as he climbs the steps and enters the ring.
Once inside, Fenrir moves to the center of the ring, his massive frame towering over the referee. He throws back his head and lets out a bone-chilling howl, synchronized with a final burst of flame erupting from the ring posts. The lights flicker back to full brightness, but the chilling aura lingers as Fenrir Kaine removes his hood and glares out at the crowd with predatory intent.
He moves to his corner, leaning against the turnbuckle like a wolf surveying its prey, waiting for the match to begin. The arena buzzes with tension, every eye fixed on the terrifying force that is Fenrir Kaine.)
JR-Fenrir Kaine missed the chance to be in the IC Championship match, but tonight if Fenrir can win he’ll join Joey Bellarosa to face Mansa.
King-But the card said…
JR-Shut up King
JR hits a DDT on King
Kris Gaffney-That escalated quickly…
The arena lights slowly dim… not to black, but to a deep amber hue, casting long shadows across the entrance stage. A single spotlight hits the curtain. Then—
“And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder…”
Johnny Cash’s voice rolls out slow, cold, and final. “The Man Comes Around” begins—no pyro, no flash, just presence. The kind of presence that makes grown men sit up straight and keep their mouths shut.
Joey Bellarosa steps through the curtain with the confidence of a man who doesn’t walk—he arrives.
He’s dressed in a custom-fitted, jet-black suit. No tie. Collar loose. A single gold chain rests across his chest. He adjusts the cuffs on his jacket, like he’s preparing for a meeting—not a fight.
Flanking him are two women: Seraphine Quinn and Rosa Milioti.
Seraphine walks like a queen, calm and composed, her gaze forward, never breaking focus. Rosa, on the other side, chews gum, smirks, and scans the crowd like she’s daring someone to make eye contact. Together, they don’t follow Joey—they orbit him.
Smoke creeps across the floor like fog rolling in from the streets. The spotlight stays fixed on Joey as he slowly makes his way to the ring, never looking left or right. The crowd? They’re not booing. They’re not cheering. They’re watching. Respectfully. Nervously.
As the music swells—
“Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still…”
Joey reaches the ring steps and pauses. He removes his jacket, folds it with care, and hands it to Seraphine, who takes it without a word. Rosa cracks her knuckles and leans against the barricade, eyes still scanning the crowd.
Joey wipes his boots on the apron—not out of respect for the ring, but because this is his house, and you don’t walk filth across your own floors.
He enters the ring slow. Controlled. No wasted motion. He walks to the center and stands still, eyes down. When the music hits the final verse—
“…and behold, a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death…”
Joey lifts his chin. Stares dead into the hard cam. No emotion. No expression. Just the eyes of a man who’s already decided how this ends.
And then—
Samantha Irvin’s voice echoes with reverence and weight.
"Introducing… from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 245 pounds… he is The Don… JOEYYYYYY… BELLAROSA!"
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just stands in the center of the ring while the lights return to full.
Because the match hasn’t started.
Not yet.
Joey’s just letting you understand what you stepped into.
This isn’t hype.
This is business.
And business is about to be handled.
JR-The stipulations of this match should focus Joey.
King-There is a worry sometimes you look forward to the championship match, well this match has implications on that match.
Kris Gaffney-Helpful…sort of.
[Fenrir Kaine and Joey Bellarosa pace around the ring, and they lock up, and then Fenrir Kaine connects with a knee lift, and he whips Joey Bellarosa to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Fenrir Kaine goes for a clothesline, but Joey Bellarosa ducks under. Joey Bellarosa connects with a low drop kick to the leg Fenrir Kaine stumbles backwards. Joey Bellarosa gets up to his feet, and see’s that Fenrir Kaine runs otwards Joey, Joey counters with a drop toe hold that sends him flying to the top rope, and he stumbles around. Joey Bellarosa connects with a mafia kick to the side of the head, and Fenrir Kaine stumbles around, and he kicks Fenrir Kaine. Joey Bellarosa connects with DDT into the mat with a Fenrir Kaine on the mat. Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref counts 1…………..2……..KICK OUT by Fenrir Kaine!!]
JR-Joey Bellarosa is staying one step ahead of Kaine.
King-With the power moves that Fenrir has you would want to.
[Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, and Joey Bellarosa goes for another Mafia Kick, but Fenrir Kaine is able to duck under. Fenrir Kaine pushes him towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Joey Bellarosa gets dropped with a spinning spine buster by Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine takes a few moments to rest up, and both wrestlers are slow to get up to their feet. Joey Bellarosa gets up to his feet, he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Joey Bellarosa throws a wild fist, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that knocks Joey Bellarosa into the ropes. Fenrir Kaine whips Joey Bellarosa, Joey bounces off of the ropes, Fenrir Kaine connects with a pop up samoan drop on Joey. Fenrir kaine goes into the cover on Joey, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2……..KICK OUT by Joey. Fenrir Kaine gets ready.]
JR-It seems that Fenrir Kaine is looking to end this match.
King-We’ll see if he can pull it off.
[Kaine picks up Joey Bellarosa, but it’s countered into a diving DDT!! Joey Bellarosa grabs Fenrir, and he lifts him up. Joey puts him into a vertical suplex position. Joey lifts him up, but Kaine connects with a knee to the top of the head breaking up the move, Faine falls back on the ground. Kaine rolls up Joey into a small package pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………….3!!]
JR-Both wrestlers went for their finishers, but in the end it’s Fenrir Kaine who comes out the winner.
(Fenrir Kaine celebrates his win as Shockwave goes off the air.)
