(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. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over it.
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 math will face GOD….my money’s on god.
Kris Gaffney-You probably thought that.
JR-Lets get started with the first match of the night.
(“Main Event ish” blasts on the PA system. Jey Uso walks through the crowd, he jumps over the barricade, and into the ring.)
JR-Jey Uso has made reputation of these moments.
King-That and so many super kicks.
Kris Gaffney-SO many super kicks
(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 has been the former champion who power is going to play a big factor in this match.
King-Fenrir Kaine also has speed which is also a big deal in this sort of match.
[Fenrir Kaine rushes in and he attacks Sythe, Jey Uso gets hit with a super kick that sends him flying backwards, and out of the irng. Sythe gets up in the corner, and Fenrir Kaine rusn towards the corner, and he connects crushes Sythe into the corner. Fenrir Kaine brings Sythe out of the corner. Sythe gets whipped to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Sythe whips him to the ropes. Fenrir Kaine throws Sythe throws him in the air, and he crashes into the mat with a pop up Samaon Drop. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………KICK OUT by Sythe. Sythe gets put up into a seated position, and Fenrir Kaine puts him on a nerve hold.]
JR-Sythe is being grounded.
King-I’m certain that this won’t be something he mentions in his next movie.
Kris Gaffney-Unless it’s ironic…
[Jey Uso steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a super kick that knocks Fenrir Kaine backwards. Jey Uso connects with another super kick that knocks back Fenrir Kaine over the top rope. Sythe is slow ot get up to his feet, and Jey Uso sets up Sythe, and he connects with belly to back reverse neck breaker on Sythe. Sythe is slow to get up to his feet, and Jey lifts up Sythe, and he drops him with a spinning spine buster. Jey Uso goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2………..Fenrir Kaine breaks up the pin before the three!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine might have saved the match right there for himself, and Sythe.
King-Think Sythe will let him be in his movie?
Kris Gaffney-Maybe…
[Fenrir Kaine picks up Jey Uso, and he throws him hard into the ring post. Sythe is able to hit a quick running drop kick that knock sback Fenrir Kaine in the corner. Fenrir Kaine stumbles out of the corner, and Sythe connects with a sit down face buster. Seeing a chance he goes out to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Sythe might have a chance here.
King-Second. Rope. Fist Drop!
Kris Gaffney-Somehow I think your going to be disappointed King….
[Sythe goes for the Sythenator, but at the last moment Fenrir Kaine moves out of the way. Sythe crashes into the mat. Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine lifts up Sythe, and he drops him with the Eclipse Driver on Sythe Fenrir Kaine holds Sythe in a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………………2………….3!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine gets the win in this match!
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage. He walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda, and Malik Voss just coming off a big match at Dark Horizon.
Kris Gaffney-Both wrestlers are going to want to make a statement.
King- Is Tony’s my back, damn ladders these days!
The arena lights flicker and then cut out, plunging the crowd into darkness. A deep, rumbling bass echoes throughout the arena as "I Am Colossus" by Meshuggah begins to play. Thick, ominous smoke begins to billow from the stage, covering the ramp in a dense fog that swirls menacingly. Dark, crimson lights start to pulse in sync with the slow, crushing beats of the music, casting eerie shadows across the arena. Suddenly, a series of sharp, thunderous booms erupt, sending shocks of fire across the stage, creating a wall of flames that parts to reveal the silhouette of a giant figure. The smoke parts as Malek Voss, towering at 7'2" and 500 pounds, steps through the flames, his form barely visible through the heavy mist. The crowd murmurs in awe as Malek slowly begins his deliberate march toward the ring, his eyes locked ahead with cold, unwavering focus. Each of his footsteps seems to shake the very ground beneath him as the smoke follows his path. The crimson lights continue to pulse, casting him in and out of shadow, emphasizing his monstrous presence. Behind him, the fire burns brighter, leaving a trail of embers in his wake. Malek reaches the base of the ramp and pauses for a moment, taking in the energy of the arena, his expression stoic and unreadable. He places one massive hand on the apron, pulling himself up with ease, his eyes never leaving the ring. With a simple, yet intimidating motion, Malek steps over the top rope, entering the ring as the crimson lights swirl around him. Once inside, he slowly raises one arm to the sky, and as he does, a violent explosion of fireworks bursts from the turnbuckles, bathing the ring in a fiery glow.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Standing at 7 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at 500 pounds… from the depths of destruction itself... The Mad Titan, Malek Voss!"
[The lights return to their dim, crimson hue as Malek strides toward the center of the ring, his massive frame illuminated by the glowing red light. He stands tall, motionless, exuding power and menace, his eyes scanning the crowd as the arena settles into an eerie silence. The music fades, but the oppressive aura of Malek Voss lingers as he waits for his opponent, like a predator stalking his prey.
JR-Malik Voss is going to be a difficult opponent.
King-Tony with him in tag teams, now he has to face him with his focus on him.
[Tony Iekda and Malik Voss stand in the ring, both stare down, and Tony Ikeda throws fists to the face of Malik Voss. Malik Voss over powers Tony Ikeda, and he pushes him towards the ropes, and he comes off o the ropes Malik Voss connects with a hard fists to the face. Tony Ikeda gets up to his feet. Malik Voss connects with a head butt to the face that knocks him backwards. Malik Voss whips Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes, and Voss connects with a back body drop that sends him fliyn down on the mat. He is slow to get up to his feet. Voss sets him up, and he connects with the Catalysm. Malik Voss goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2….KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda!!]
JR-Tony Ikeda was able to kick out.
King-Watch Malik, you got power, but Tony can out live you!
Kris Gaffney-Always an advantage.
[Malik Voss picks up Tony Ikeda, but Tony Ikeda is able to slide out of Malik Voss. Tony Ikeda is able to slide out of the back. Tony Ikeda pushes Malik Voss into the corner, he crashes into the corner, and Tony Ikeda connects with cutter on Malik Voss. Tony Ikeda climbs up to the second rope, and he connects with a diving double elbow from the second rope. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Malik Voss, and the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….KICK OUT by Malik Voss. Tony Ikeda goes to the outside of the ring. Malik Voss is getting up to his feet.]
JR-Tony Ikeda is looking to end this match.
King-I think the fact he could have used a second rope fist drop isn’t good, it’s Baddddddddddddddddd!!
[Tony Ikeda jumps off with a senton. Malik Voss blocks it, and he connects with the World breaker on Tony Ikeda. Malik Voss goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2………..3!!]
JR-Malik Voss gets the victory.
(“the duck song” blasts on the PA system Kenny Omegrape runs out in his grape color track suit suddenly he comes up to the destroyed melon statue of liberty and yells ‘you blew it up”.)
JR-Certainly the most emotional entrance Kenny has had.
King-Truly the work of the Melon Gods.
Kris Gaffney-Everything is….
The arena dims—clean and sharp. No theatrics. Just focus. Then—
“Return of the Mac” hits with that unmistakable groove.
The bass kicks in. The crowd pops.
They know what time it is.
Little Mac steps through the curtain.
He’s wearing a sleeveless hoodie—unzipped, hood down—his hands wrapped tight in black tape, knuckles calloused and exposed.
He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing lightly, eyes sharp, focused. He’s not playing to the crowd—he’s staying loose, staying ready.
Behind him, cool and steady, is Doc Louis, gum in his mouth, towel over one shoulder, nodding like he’s seen this win already.
Mac moves with confidence. Controlled swagger.
Taps his fists together as he walks.
No flash. No posturing. Just presence.
The strobe lights hit light gold and white as the beat pulses, but never overwhelm—because Mac’s energy doesn’t need dressing up.
The fans reach out—he slaps a few hands, nods to others, but he never stops moving. His rhythm is the beat of the ring.
He slides into the ring clean and low, pops up in one fluid motion, and immediately circles the ropes once—keeping his hands moving.
A short jab. A sidestep.
Always working. Always tuned in.
He hits the corner turnbuckle, hops up to the second rope, and raises one wrapped fist in the air—no grin, no posing. Just a statement:
“You’re stepping into my fight now.”
Samantha Irvin fires off with intensity:
"Making his way to the ring… accompanied by Doc Louis… from the Bronx, New York… weighing in at 200 pounds… he is THE PRIZE FIGHTER… LITTLLLLLLLEEEEE MAC!"
Mac drops down, rolls his shoulders, paces back to his corner. Doc gives him a nod, mutters something low.
Mac taps his fists together, leans into the ropes, and eyes his opponent like a sniper finding range.
He doesn’t flex.
He doesn’t scream.
He fights.
And you’d better pray your chin holds up.
JR-Little Mac quick striking should aide him in this match.
King-And if that doesn’t do it, Doc’s advice should do it.
Kris Gaffney-I’m still trying to join Club Nintendo.
(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-Speaking of quick striking Lugus is dangerous not just with his fists, but everything else.
King-That’s what happens when you’re an Irish God JR!
[Kenny Omegrape, Little Mac, and Lugus Cuhullin are in the middle of the ring. Lugus Cuhullin goes for a kick to the head of Little Mac. Little Mac ducks under, an dhe pushes him towards the ropes, and he connects with Kenny Omegrape falling out of the ring. He stumbles backwards. Little Mac connects with a liver punch, and he hooks Lugus CUhullin, and he drops him with a reverse neck breaker. Little Mac gets up, and he runs toward sthe ropes, and he jumps in the air, and he connects with a splash on Lugus Cuhullin. Little Mac goes into the cover on Lugus Cuhullin, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2……….KICK OUT by Lugus CUhullin!!]
JR-Lugus is able to kick out!
King-That’s because he’s an Irish God!
Kris Gaffney-Must be nice to be an Irish God…
[Lugus Cuhullin is down, but before Little Mac can attack, he sees that Kenny Omegrape is getting up on the apron. Little Mac goes over to where Kenny Omegrape, and Kenny Omegrape counters with a hang man that makes Little Mac stumble backwards. Kenny Omegrape is able to go to the top rope, and he connects with a flying back elbow. Kenny Omegrape gets up, and he see’s that Lugus Cuhullin is getting up by the ropes, and Kenny Omegrape connects with a clothesline over the top rope, and he crashes into the ringside area. Kenny Omegrape connects with a running knee to the face of Little Mac, and Kenny Omegrape waits for Little Mac to get up to his feet.]
JR-Kenny Omegrape might be looking to end this.
King-No, he was waiting for the moment to say it’s time by the Melon Gods.
Kris Gaffney-So this is the moment huh…..weird.
[Kenny Omegrape waits for Little Mac to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Kenny gets pushed from behind by Lugus into Little Mac. Lugus connects with a roundhouse kick that stumbles Kenny, and Lugus connects connects with a german suplex release!! Kenny gets up to his feet, Lugus drops Kenny Omegrape with a Baptism!!]
JR-That could be it!
King-There is always a bigger plan JR!
[Kenny Omegrape rolls out of the ring, and then Lugus turns rightinto the KO punch by Little Mac!! Lugus goes down. Little Mac goes into the cover on Lugus. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……….3!!]
JR-Little Mac found the moment to 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 a long, and storied history as Extreme champion.
King-Maybe the Dungeon Master should make a song about the Melon Gods!
Kris Gaffney-………
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 Extreme Champion has proven himself.
Kris Gaffney-But then again…he hasn’t faced GOD!
[The Dungeon Master and Walter Melon throw fists to the face, neither wrestlers are backing up. Walter Melon and the Dungeon Master. Walter Melon lifts up the Dungeon Master, The Dungeon Master connects with a few elbows, Walter Melon slides out of the back. The Dungeon Master pushes him towards the ropes, but as he bounces off of the ropes. Walter Melon connects with a clothesline that sends him over the top rope. Walter Melon falls over the top rope. The Dungeon Master follows him out, and he follows him behind him. Walter Melon thrown hard into the ring steps. He crashes hard shoulder first. Walter Melon is slow to get up to his feet. The Dungeon Master sets up Walter Melon, and he connects with a vertical suplex. The Dugneon Master connects with a vertical suplex into a ramp, Walter Melon connects with a snap suplex, Walter Melon is in pain.]
JR-Walter Melon might be in trouble.
Kris Gaffney-Was this in the Melon Gods plan?
King-Of course!
[Walter Melon gets up to his feet, and he falls against the EMF tron. The Dungeon Master goes for a super kick, but Walter Melon moves out of the way. The Dungeon Master is stuck in the stage, and Walter Melon connects with a Russian leg sweep, and the Dungeon Master rolls away and down the stage into the backstage area. You see Ashley eating a bowl of Watermelon. Walter looks at her, and she yells “WATERMELON!!” The Dungeon Master goes for a chair shot, but at the last moment Walter Melon ducks under, and he connects with a spitting seeds on the Dungeon Master. Walter Melon 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-The Dungeon Master and Walter Melon look to be taking this to another level.
King-There are no levels, just where the Melon Gods planned for this to go.
Kris Gaffney-Why let anything just happen by chance.
[Walter Melon brings the Dungeon Master to a loading dock, but Walter Melon lifts him up, The Dungeon Master goes for a super kick but Walter Melon ducks under, and he connects with a spear of the loading dock. The ref jumps down, Walter Melon goes into the cover on the Dungeon Master. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-Walter Melon gets the victory!
King-He had the victory already in hand.
(Walter Melon pulls himself from the wreckage as Shockwave goes off the air.)
