The EMF Forum

(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)

(We open up to the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on, and fans yell and wave the signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowds. The camera zooms out to display the location information screen. We get one more shot 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” Gafney.

King-Tonight Joey Bellarosa will take on Tony Ikeda.

Kris Gaffney-Joey is seeing this as a big opportunity.

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 with his web camera, and he steps inside of the ring.)

JR-Zack Ryder knows he’s going against a very capable fighter.

King-Fighting a train must be sick bro.

Kris Gaffney-It would be…interesting…

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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 knows Zack Ryder is going to be a tough competitor.

King-He does have the power of friendship.

Kris Gaffney-Always very strong.

[Zack Ryder and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, they lock up. Zack Ryder gets put into a side head lock, Zack Ryder goes to the side of Patrick Payne, and he goes for a belly to back suplex. Patrick Payne rolls out of the back. Zack Ryder gets taken down with a double leg take down. Patrick Payne connects with a catapult that sends Zack Ryder flying into the turnbuckle. Patrick Payne waits as Zack Ryder stumble towards Zack Ryder, and he connects with a northern lights suplex with a bridge. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet. Patrick Payne pick sup Zack Ryder, and he connects with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs upt o the top rope, and he connects with the Flight Risk. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Zack Ryder, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……KICK OUT by Zack Ryder!!]

JR-Patrick Payne almost got the three there.

King-However, you can never count out Zack Ryder.

Kris Gaffney-Definitely not.

[Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, Patrick Payne runs towards the corner, and Zack Ryder moves out of the way as Patrick Payne goes crashing into the corner with a splash. Zack Ryder waits as Patrick Payne turns around, and he connects with a standing drop kick that sends Patick Payne into the corner. Zack Ryder measures up. Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline in the conrer. Zack Ryder backs up grinning, Zack Ryder fist pumps (Woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with the broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder pulls out Patrick Payne in the cover. The ref counts 1………….2…………KICK OUT by Patrick Payne!!]

JR-Zack Ryder is making a come back here.

King-Your lameness doesn’t have to make a come back JR…because it never left.

Kris Gaffney-Ha! You stole my thing, HEY!

[Zack Ryder waits for Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne ducks under, Zack Ryder turns around with a step up ezuguri. Patrick Payne sets up Zack Ryder, and Patrick connects with a Payne Per View. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…………3!!]

JR-Patrick Payne gets the victory.

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.

[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 and the Dungeon Master are a strong combination.

Kris Gaffney-Your lameness is strong.

King-Burn?

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.

(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-These two are former tag team champions.

King-They have been able to win in the biggest of moments

[Mansa Carthage and Samael Dredd pace around the ring.They lock up, they Mansa Carthage power with Samael Dredd are struggling to prove who is the stronger of the two. Mansa Carthage connects with a knee lift to the gut that doubles over Samea Dredd, and he whips hi mto the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage connects with a big boot that stumbles Samael Dredd backwards, and he stumbles back, and he connects with a falling slam that puts him down on the mat. Mansa Carthage makes the tag to the Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master connects with a few palm strikes, and spinning chops then follows it up with a super kick to complete the Nat 20 Combo! The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Samael Dredd, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Samael Dredd!!]

JR-Samael Dredd needs to find a way to make a tag.

King-I’m about to make a tag with my fist to your face JR.

Kris Gaffney-That’s an aggressive tag…

[The Dungeon Master lifts up Samael Dredd, but at the last moment Samael Dredd is able to fight out of it, and then he pushes the Dungeon Master towards the corner, and he connects with a DDT! Samael Derdd makes the tag to Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a few fists to the face of the Dungeon Maste,r and he whips him to the ropes. The Dungeon Master bounces off o the ropes, Fenrir Kaine connects with a pop up somoan drop. The Dungeon Master is slow to get up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that makes the Dungeon Master fall outside of the ring on the apron. Fenrir makes the tag to Dredd, Dredd connects with the kick tot eh face, and he drops the Dungeon Master with a Doomsayers curse. Dredd 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-Dredd is back into the ring.

King-We’ll see if he has had enough rest to finish this.

Kris Gaffney-That is question.

[The Dungeon Master gets picked up, and lifted but the Dungeon Master pushes him away into the corner. The Dungeon Master makes the tag to Mansa. Dungeon attacks Fenrir Kaine to make sure he doesn’t interfere, and Mansa picks up Samael Dredd and he connects with a the Dragons desend into a pin on Samael Dredd. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]

JR-Mansa Carthage gets the victory.

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[As the unmistakable opening notes of "Money" by Pink Floyd begin to ecFho through the arena, a grandiose display of gold and green laser lights crisscrosses the space, creating an atmosphere of opulence and exclusivity. The entire arena is bathed in a luxurious glow, mimicking the sheen of gold.

The titantron springs to life, showcasing a dazzling montage of Hollywood's most glamorous moments: red carpets, flashing camera lights, and premiere nights, all leading up to the marquee name, "Austin Jameson Mercer," emblazoned across the screen in bold, shimmering letters.

Simultaneously, the entrance ramp transforms into a visual spectacle, resembling a premiere night red carpet. A line of spotlight-equipped drones flies overhead, casting down beams of light that spotlight the path, while confetti cannons strategically positioned at the sides of the ramp blast gold and silver confetti, fluttering down like a cascade of wealth.

Then, with a flair that only he can muster, "Hollywood" Austin Jameson Mercer steps out, clad in a custom-tailored robe that sparkles under the lights, his confident stride in sync with the rhythm of the song. He pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the adulation, a smirk playing across his lips as he surveys his domain.]

Beautiful female announcer: "Making his grand entrance from Beverly Hills, California, standing at six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds... He is the blockbuster sensation of the wrestling world, the “Pretty Boy”, 'Hollywood' Austin Jameson Mercer!"

[Austin then makes his way down the ramp, each step calculated to maximize the dramatic effect of his presence. Personal security guards, dressed in sleek suits, flank him, adding to the aura of untouchable celebrity status. He occasionally stops to pose for the "cameras," his every move oozing the charisma and confidence of a true movie star.

Upon reaching ringside, Austin takes a moment to gaze out at the crowd, offering a cocky wave before he discards his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath, adorned with gold trim that catches the light perfectly. He ascends the stairs and steps through the ropes with an air of entitlement, as if the ring were his personal stage.

The music fades, the lights gradually return to normal, and the confetti settles, leaving Austin Jameson Mercer standing center-ring. He stretches out his arms, welcoming the audience to his show, a smug smile on his face, ready to prove once again why he is the premier attraction, as the arena buzzes with anticipation for the spectacle to come.]

JR-Austin Jameson Mercer have had matches with Jackson Gunner in the past.

King-Jackson remembered back in his golden era days, now is different.

Kris Gaffney-That’s putting it mildly.

(“Game On” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, he steps inside of the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
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 followed by Wade Wilson, 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 looking to write another chapter in a few badd men against the Maledictum.

King-Why didn’t they call Ziggy Thickness?

Kris Gaffney-Reasons, and stuff….

[Jackson Gunner and Austin Jameson Mercer pace around the ring. They lock up, Jackson Gunner gets knee lift in the gut. Austin Jameson Mercer lifts him but Jackson Gunner is able to slide out of the back. Ausitn Jameson Mercer turns around, and Jackson Gunner connects with a northern lights suplex that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Jackson Gunner waits for Austin to get up to his feet. Austin Jamson Mercer gets up, Jackson Gunner sets up Austin Jameson Mercer, and he connects with a waist lock and then he connects with a german suplex release. Austin Jameson Mercer is slow to get up t ohis feet, and Jackson Gunner sets up Austin, and he drops him with a double under hook sit down power bomb on Austin Jameson Mercer into a pin. The ref goes into position tom akie the count. The ref counts 1…………2…..KICK OUT by Austin Jameson Mercer!!]

JR-Austin Jameson Mercer was able to kick out after being thrown around through various suplexes.

King-Brock Lesnar is a fan.

Kris Gaffney-Probably.

[Jackson Gunner picks up Austin Jameson Mercer. Jackson Gunner connects with a few elbows to the side of the head. Jackson Gunner turns around, Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a red carpet that puts him down on the mat. Jackson Gunner gets up, and he falls against the ropes, and he gets up. He stumbles towards Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he drops Jackson Gunner with the world premiere into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!! Austin Jameson Mercer gets up to his feet, and he connects with a few stomps on the downed Jackson Gunner. Austin Jameson Mercer hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up. Austin Jameson Mercer connects wita h brain buster. Austin Jameson Mercer goes up to the top rope.]

JR-Austin Jameson Mercer is looking to end this match.

King-We’ll see how that works for him.

[Austin Jameson Mercer jumps off of the top rope Jackson Gunner moves out of the way. AJM crashes into the mat. Austin Jameson Mercer gets up. Jackson Gunner lifts up Austin, Jackson connects with the burning Samoan. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………..3!!]

JR-Jackson Gunner was able to avoid the final cut.

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-Joey Bellarosa knows that facing a legend like Tony is a big match.

King-However, considering how old he is, Joey has all the time in the world.

Kris Gaffney-Well…Joey didn’t go there, but we did.

(“game on” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, he steps inside of the ring.)

JR-Tony Ikeda realizes that he’s going to be facing someone looking to take advantage of an opportunity.

King-Your lameness is an opportunity I don’t want to deal with.

Kris Gaffney-HA!

[Tony Ikeda and Joey Bellarosa stand in the middle of the ring, they stare down each other. The bell rings, and the two start to throw fists to the face, neither are backing down. Joey Bellarosa is able to duck under one of the fists, and he hooks Tony Ikeda, and he goes for a belly to back suplex. But Tony ikeda is able to slide out of the back. Joey Bellarosa gets hit with an inverted atomic drop that makes Joey Bellarosa stumble around. Tony Ikeda connects with a diving clothesline. Joey Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet. Joey Bellarosa throws a fist to the face, Tony Ikeda hooks him, and he drops him with a full nelson slam!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Joey Bellarosa. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……..KICK OUT by Joey Bellarosa!!]

JR-Joey kicked out!

King- If Joey was just trying to make hype Tony up…he might have second thoughts.

Kris Gaffney-Guess some things work a little TOO well.

[Tony Ikeda waits for Joey Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet. Tony Ikeda goes for a full nelson, but it’s countered with a snapmare that sends Tony Ikeda flying across the ring, and he is slowly gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet Joey Bellarosa connects with a mafia kick that puts him down, Tony Ikeda gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda gets up to his feet. Joey Bellarosa connects with a running forearm shot to the face in the corner. Joey Bellarosa waits for Tony Ikeda to stumble out of the corner. Joey connects with a northern lights suplex rolling up into a brain buster!! Tony Ikeda seems out of it. Joey 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 at the last moment.

King-Joey might be on the verge of getting the win he was hoping for.

[Joey Bellarosa hooks Tony Ikeda, and he lifts him up for the La Famiglia Special, but Tony Ikeda slides out of the back, Tony Ikeda hooks Joey Bellarosa for a full nelson suplex, but it’s blocked. Joey Bellarosa goes for a victory roll. Tony Ikeda blocks Joey Bellarosa into a roll up pin combination. The ref goes into position to make the pin. The ref counts 1……………2……………..3!!]

JR-Tony Ikeda gets the victory.

King-Both went for their finishers but Tony was able to capture Joey in the pin.

(Tony Ikeda celebrates the win as Joey Bellarosa stares him down as Shockwave goes off the air.)

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