(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” Gaffney.
King-Tonight the Dungeon Master, and Aari Maxwell in the main event.
Kris Gaffney-Both have their unique styles, it should be an extremely competitive match.
JR-Lets get started with the first match of the night.
(“Main Event-ish” blasts on the PA system as Jey Uso walks out through the crowd. He steps over the barricade. Jey Uso steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jey Uso is someone who has proven himself as a singles wreslter.
King-So not like Road Dogg and X-Pac?
Kris Gaffney-That’s a plus for you I guess.
[Jey Uso and Zack Ryder pace around the ring, they nod respectly. They lockup. Zack Ryder puts him into an arm bar. Jey Uso looks for a way out of it. Zack Ryder gets pushed back to the ropes, and he gets whipped to the ropes. He ounces off fo the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with a shoulder block that puts down Jey Uso. Jey Uso gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick that puts him into the corner. Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline in the corner. Jey Uso falls into the corner into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he fists pumps (Woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with a browski boot to the side of the face!!]
JR-Zack Ryder doesn’t seem to be going for the cover.
King-Maybe he’s trying to end the match.
Kris Gaffney-Ryder did make it clear he thinks that Jey Uso is dangerous.
[Zack Ryder measures up on Jey Uso. Jey Uso slowly gets up, Zack Ryder goes for a Rough Ryder, but it’s block, and Jey Uso connects with a buckle bomb, and he connects with a super kick that puts down Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to rest up, he gets up to his feet, and he connects with a belly to back suplex turning into a neck breaker. Jey Uso 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!! Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet. Jey Uso connects with a body slam. Jey Uso goes to the outside of the ring, and Jey Uso climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Jey Uso might be looking to end this match.
King-Zack had his chance, Jey is looking to end it now.
[Jey Uso jumps off, but at the last moment Zack Ryder moves out of the way. Jey crashes, he gets up to his feet Zack Ryder connects with the Rough Ryder!! Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Jey Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]
JR-Zack Ryder gets the victory.
(“Cult of personality” blasts on the PA system. CM Punk walks out on the stage, he does his taunts, he walks down to the ring, and readys himself.)
JR-CM Punk is looking to face off against one of the EMF’s best.
King-Well, if he wants to be the Best in the World, he needs to face them.
Kris Gaffney-Probably.
(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 is always looking to cause chaos.
King-He’ll get that, and more in this match.
[CM Punk and Jack Lynch stand in the middle of the ring, and both wrestlers throw fists to the face, CM Punk ducks under one of them, and he connects with a kicks to the ribs, and CM Punk whips Jack Lynch to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. CM Punk hits a leg lariat, and he watches as Jack Lynch falls into the corner. CM Punk connects with a running knee to the face, and he turns around, and he connects with a running bulldog. Knowing that it’s going to take more than that he goes to the outside of the ring.]
JR-CM Punk is looking for a big shot.
King-Shut up JR
Kris Gaffney-This really is chaos…
[CM Punk spring boards off of the top rope, but Jack Lynch moves out of the way, and CM Punk lands on his feet. CM Punk tursn around, and he connects with the Pandemonium kick that drops CM Punk. Jack Lynch calls for the end of the match.]
JR-It seems that Jack Lynch wants to end this match now.
King-Guess he liked the idea of chaos.
Kris Gaffney-I blame the BWO.
[CM Punk gets up, Jack Lynch lifts up CM Punk, but CM Punk fights out of it. CM Punk lands on his feet, and CM Punk lifts up Jack Lynch, and CM Punk drops Jack Lynch with the GTS. CM Punk goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-CM Punk gets the victory.
The arena lights dim as an eerie hush falls over the crowd. The tension is palpable, the anticipation thick in the air. Then, the opening bassline of Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees hits the speakers, and suddenly, the stage begins to rumble. A circular platform in the center of the ramp slowly rises, bathed in golden, flickering flames like a ritualistic summoning. From the depths below, Ziggy Thickness emerges, standing motionless atop the platform, arms folded across his chest, wearing oversized, dark-tinted sunglasses. His expression is impossibly serious, his stance almost menacing. The flames surrounding him flicker dramatically, casting ominous shadows across his frame.
He whips off his sunglasses and launches them into the crowd like a rockstar throwing a guitar pick. The second the glasses leave his hand, his entire demeanor shifts. Ziggy explodes into dance, his hips shimmying, his hands snapping, and his feet gliding in rhythm with the music. He struts down the ramp with the confidence of a 1970s disco king, slapping hands with fans, twirling dramatically, and even high-fiving a confused referee at ringside.
The ring announcer steps forward.
"Making his way to the ring, fighting out of the Boogie Wonderland! Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds of pure love, standing at a dangerous five feet and nine inches… he is The Prettiest Nightmare, Ziggy Thickness!"
Ziggy reaches ringside, hops up onto the apron, and wipes his forehead like he’s just put in a hard shift at Studio 54. With a dramatic deep breath, he slowly steps through the ropes before stopping in the center of the ring. Arms outstretched, he stands perfectly still for a moment, soaking in the energy of the crowd.
Without warning, he launches into a perfect backflip, landing with the grace of a gymnast and the confidence of a man who absolutely should not be that agile. The audience erupts in cheers as Ziggy raises his arms, basking in his own magnificence before casually moonwalking to his corner, giving a deep, over-the-top bow to the referee.
With a wink at the camera and a knowing smirk, Ziggy Thickness leans against the turnbuckle, ready for whatever comes next.
JR-Ziggy Thickness has been in the big match, tonight he gets to face someone who’s been in a lto of big matches.
King-We’ll see how he reacts.
Kris Gaffney-Think in his mind he’s doing this out of stable spirit?
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 however is who he is for a reason.
King-I don’t know he’s faced Ziggy before.
Kris Gaffney-He’s always up for a new challenge though.
[Jackson Gunner, and Ziggy Thickness pace around the ring. They throw fists to the face, neither are backing down. Jackson Gunner tries to head lock Ziggy Thickness, and then he holds on the pressure. ZIggy Thickness is able to whip him out of the head lock, and Jackson Gunner hits a hard shoulder block that puts him down on the mat. Jackson Gunner ducks under a wild fist, and he ducks under. Jackson Gunner hooks him, and he connects with a german suplex release that sends him flying thorugh the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Jackson Gunner waits for Ziggy Thickness, and he connects with a few fists to the face, and he tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Ziggy Thickness. Ziggy Thickness lowers his head, and he connects with a running DDT into the mat. Ziggy Thickness is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner hooks him, and drops him with a sit down power bomb!! Jackson Gunner puts him into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2……….KICK OUT by Ziggy Thickness!]
JR-Jackson Gunner almost got the three!
King-Ziggy Thickness doesn’t quit.
Kris Gaffney-Just ask the Maledictum!
[Jackson Gunner lifts up ZIggy Thickness but it’s countered with a belly to belly suplex that puts him down on the mat. Jackson Gunner is slow to get up to his feet, and ZIggy Thickness crushes Jackson Gunner in the corner, and he waits for Jackson Gunner to stumble out of the corner as he wants to try to end this match.]
JR-This could be over quickly.
King-Shut up JR!
[Ziggy Thickness picks up Jackson Gunner, but Gunner slides out of the back. Ziggy Thickness gets picked up, and dropped with a burning Samoan!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Ziggy Thickness. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………..3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner gets the victory!
(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 is a former IC champion, The Dungeon Master connection with the current IC Champion is definitely a factor.
King-Not forgetting he’s currently the Extreme Champion.
Kris Gaffney-This would help Aari in a championship race.
The arena is plunged into eerie darkness. A single spotlight beams down on the entrance stage, revealing an enormous 20-sided die (D20), its numbers glowing with arcane energy. The haunting opening chords of “Binks’ Sake” start to play, gentle and mysterious, the crowd immediately clapping along.
Suddenly, on the massive LED screen, a colossal animated dragon bursts forth—its scales shimmering violet and gold. It coils and roars, unleashing a torrent of digital flame straight down the ramp. As the fire rushes forward, spotlights follow, making it seem as if the very ramp itself is set ablaze, leading to the ring.
At that moment, from beneath the stage, a ring of real flames erupts. Rising through the fire, guitar in hand and bathed in flickering orange and purple light, stands The Dungeon Master. He strikes a rockstar pose, head thrown back, hair wild, the guitar gleaming across his chest. The arena explodes with cheers.
He launches into a flamboyant air guitar solo, strutting to the music, every step in sync with the rolling animation of the D20, which now tumbles down the ramp in perfect time with his movement—projected to look as if it’s rolling just ahead of him, leading the way to destiny.
Each of his steps triggers a cascade of lighting effects—arcane runes illuminate underfoot, bursts of fireworks erupt from the ramp, and shooting flames flare on either side. He spins and dances, encouraging the crowd to join in, then leaps onto the ring apron, pausing to soak in the roaring energy of the fans.
With a grand flourish, he vaults into the ring, landing center stage in an epic rockstar stance. He rips a final, thunderous strum on his guitar—at that precise moment, golden sparks rain down from the rafters, surrounding him in a shimmering storm, as purple and gold spotlights swirl around the ring.
As the music fades, the dragon on the screen loops and lands atop a mountain of dice, bellowing one last time as flames curl around the frame.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring… hailing from the Astral Plane… but Louder! Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds… he is the BARD of BRUTALITY… the MASTER of MAYHEM… THE DUNGEON MASTER!
The Dungeon Master drops to one knee, raises his guitar like a legendary sword, and flashes a wild, infectious grin as the crowd erupts—his legend already unfolding before the match has even begun.
JR-The Dungeon Master knows Aari brings a very unique skill set.
King-And knowledge.
Kris Gaffney-Crikey! He knows how to beat you up, and survive!
[Aari Maxwell and The Dungon Master standin the middle of the ring, and Aari Maxwell connects with a kick to the side of the head. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he goes for the spring board cutter, but it’s countered with a block, and the Dungeon Master connects with a front Russian leg sweep that puts him down into the mat. Aari Maxwell get sup to his feet. Aari Maxwell gets hit with a a few palm strikes, and then he connects with a few spinning chops. The Dungeon Master backs up, and he connects with a super kick that drops Aari Maxwell with a super kick that puts him down on the mat. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Crikey! That almost wasn’t good.
Kris Gaffney-Although since he hangs around Badd Boy, he gets to say all the badd puns he wants.
King-Always a plus.
[Aari Maxwell gets picked up by The Dungeon Master, and Aari Maxwell slides out of the back, and then he connects with a one man flap jack that sends him flying down. The Dungeon Master is slow to get up to his feet, and Aari Maxwell connects with a second rope spring board cutter. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Aari Maxwell looks to maybe end this match.
King-It would be various moves, but wrestlers do different sorts of high flying moves….and I hate them all.
Kris Gaffney-Except the second rope fist drop.
King-Greatest move ever!
[Aari goes for my Kingdom, but the Dungeon Master moves out of the way, Aari Maxwell lands on his feet. The Dungeon Master lifts up Aari Maxwell, and The Dungeon Master connects the Critical Hit!!! The Dungeon Master goes itno the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……….3!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell landed on his feet, but he was able to recover fast enough.
King-One of those professional wrestling things that you wished you just fell on your face.
Kris Gaffney-Probably never going to say that too much.
(The Dungeon Master celebrates his win as Shockwave goes off the air.)
