Shockwave 5/24/25 (Now complete)
(The EMF logo flashes on the screen)
(We open up in the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on as fans yell and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. We zoom out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to Saturday Shockwave, I’m good ol’ JR Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight we have a great match…even know we know the outcome since one of the competitors is already better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-Great way to hype the night.
JR-Let’s get started with the opening match of the night.
(“Jimmy Uso’s theme” blasts on the PA system. Jimmy Uso walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Tonight Jimmy Uso will be the first to step into the ring with a new opponent.
King-For a veteran this is difficult, you can study what they did in other places, but they probably will know they can’t do the exact same thing in the EMF.
Kris Gaffney-It is only smart.
Cyclone enters with high energy and intensity: jumping, yelling into the crowd, sprinting down the ramp and sliding smoothly into the ring before clapping intensely and pointing at his opponent, often times having to be held back by an official not to start the action before the bell rings.
JR-Joe Lamont, this is the start of a career.
King-Tonight could be a statement one way or the other.
Kris Gaffney-Guess we’ll find out.
[Jimmy Uso and Joe Lamont pace around the ring, they lock up. Joe Lamont puts Jimmy Uso into a side head lock, and he holds on the pressure. Jimmy Us looks for a way out of the hold he backs up Jimmy Uso to the ropes, and he bounce soff of the ropes. Joe Lamont bounces off of the ropes. Jimmy Uso goes for a clothesline, but Joe Lamont ducks under, and he hooks him, and he connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down Jimmy Uso. Jimmy Uso is slow to get up to his feet. He falls backwards into the corner. Joe Lamont runs into the corner, and he jumps in the air, and he connects with a splash in the corner. Joe Lamont backs up, and Jimmy Uso stumbles backwards. Joe Lamont connects with a Diaster on Jimmy Uso putting him down on the mat. Joe Lamont goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He jumps off, and he connects with the Cyclogenesis!! Joe Lamont goes into the cover on Jimmy Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…..KICK OUT by Jimmy Uso!!]
JR-Jimmy Uso is not quite ready to give up.
King-Guess he’s determine to be no YEETing.
Kris Gaffney-Guess so!
[Jimmy Uso is slow to get up to his feet, and Joe Lamont is once again on the top rope, but it’s countered by Jimmy Uso who connects with a kick with an aide the ropes, and this makes Joe Lamont fall off of the top turnbuckle. Joe Lamont is slow to get up to his feet. Jimmy Uso connects with a super kick that drops Joe Lamont. Jimmy Uso goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off, and he connects with the Uso splash on Joe Lamont. He goes into the cover on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………….KICK OUT by Joe Lamont!!]
JR-Jimmy Uso is starting to bring the fight to the new comer.
King-I wish I could say your new comer…that would be a world I didn’t have to deal with you as long as I have.
Kris Gaffney-HA!
[Joe Lamont is slow to get up to his feet, Jimmy Uso closes in. Joe Lamont pokes Jimmy’s eyes. Joe Lamont sets up Jimmy Uso, and he drops him with the Midwesterner!! Jimmy seems out of it!! Joe Lamont goes into the cover on Jimmy Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………3!!]
JR-Joe Lamont with some questionable tactics gets the win.
King-I don’t question them.....
(“Real Americans” blasts on the PA system. Jack Swagger walks out on the stage, yells “WE THE PEOPLE”. He walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jack Swagger is ultra talented.
King-Wonder why JR would say that…
Kris Gaffney-Have no idea…
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The arena lights dimmed as the crowd hushed. Smoke soon crawls across the canvas surrounding everyone in the ring, at ringside and the front rows of the audience who begin anticipating the arrival of The Wretched Nobody when the monitors all go static. A single spotlight shone on the center of the stage as a low, as the ominous tune filled the air. Suddenly, the sound of thunder roared through the speakers as the arena shook with each strike as thick red curtains parted, revealing a large black casket positioned in the center of the stage. "Marche Funèbre MMXXIII" begins to play, the casket starts to rise slowly from the stage, flickering in and out of sight with each flash of strobe lights. As the casket ascended, smoke began to pour out of its cracks and crevices, creating an eerie atmosphere. Suddenly, the lid of the casket burst open, revealing a thick mist from which a massive hand shot out from the depths of the casket, grabbing onto the edge and pulling The Wretched Nobody out of his resting place. The crowd erupted in cheers as The Wretched Nobody emerged from the casket, which fell away in pieces as he stood up towering over seven feet tall and covered in various tattoos and scars. The Wretched Nobody paced back and forth, staring down at the ring with an unflinching glare. The Wretched Nobody broke step as the lights flicker again, as he strides down the ramp, ignoring the fans' outstretched hands and taunts.
Ring Announcer: Making his way down the aisle THE DARK STAR OF EMF! hails from The Danvers State Lunatic Asylum, Salem Massachusetts and at Six Foot Eleven inches tall – at Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds he is… he is Your former Six Time EMF Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld! DEATH HIMSELF! THE WRETCHED NOBODY!
As he approached the ring, bolts of electricity shot out from the turnbuckles, illuminating the darkness around him. The Wretched Nobody climbed up onto the apron, peering down his opponent with a look of pure disdain. Wretch easily stepped over the top rope and made his way to the center of the ring, where he raised his arms and let out a guttural roar. The crowd responded with deafening cheers, their excitement building to a fever pitch. The Wretched Nobody rocks side to side, staring down his opponent ready to charge forward, to unleash his wrath upon anyone who dares to stand in his way.
JR-The Wretched Nobody has gone through everyone he’s been put up against.
King-We know how dominate he is.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain Jack knows it too
[Jack Swagger steps inside of the ring, and yells “WE THE PEOPLE”. The Wretched Nobody connects with a hard fist to the face that drops Jack Swagger. Jack Swagger slowly gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. The Wretched Nobody lowers his head, and he connects with a big back body drop that sends him flying across the ring. He crashes down on the mat. The Wretched Nobody waits for Jack Swagger to get up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody picks him up, and he connects with a fall away slam. Jack Swagger goes flying, and he crashes into the mat. The Wretched Nobody waits for Jack Swagger to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jack Swagger falls into the corner. The Wretched Nobody connects with a splashin the corner. The Wretched Nobody backs out of the corner. Jack Swagger stumbles around, and he gets grabbed around the throat, and he gets lifted up, and he gets dropped with the spine chiller!! The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Jack Swagger. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………………..2……………KICK OUT by Jack Swagger!!]
JR-Jack Swagger was able to kick out!!
King-Shut up JR…your biased..
Kris Gaffney-He has you there…
[The Wretched Nobody picks up Jack Swagger, and the Wretched Nobody goes for another Spine chiller, but Jack Swagger counters with a DDT. Jack Swagger takes a few moments to rest up. The Wretched Nobody attempts to get up to his feet, Jack Swagger connects with a kick to the face.]
JR-Jack Swagger might be looking to make a come back.
King-He really likes the hat!
[Jack Swagger picks up The Wretched Nobody. Wretch pushes him backwards. Jack gets hit with the trephination by dropping Jack. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Jack Swagger. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-Jack Swagger allowed just enough space for Wretch to end it.
(“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 and Aari Maxwell are going to bring a lot of heart and abilities?
King-I think those hearts are about to get smash.
Kris Gaffney-Sick Crikey?
(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 looking to gain the tag team championships.
King-They will be soon facing Tony Ikeda and Jackson Gunner two combinations of a few Badd Men.
[Samael Dredd and Zack Ryder pace around the ring. They lock up, Zack Ryder gets powered back into the corner, and Samael Dredd runs towards the corner, Zack Ryder uses his speed advantage, and he ducks under he runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes, Samael Dredd connects with a big boot to the face that puts down Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder goes down on the mat, and he rolls under the ropes, he gets up dazed on the apron, and he attempts to get back into the ring. But Samael Dredd kicks Zack Ryder, and he sets him up, and he drops Zack Ryder into the Doomsayer’s curse. Samael Dredd goes into his corner, and he makes the tag to Fenrir Kaine, and he steps inside of the ring. Fenerir Kaine waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet, Zack Ryder gets up in the corner, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a hip attack that crushes him into the corner. Fenrir Kaine backs outo f the corner. Zack Ryder stumbles out of the corner. Fenrir Kaine throws him up in the air, and he connects with a pop up samaon drop!! Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes itno position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…………KICK OUT by Zack Ryder!!]
JR-Zack Ryder was able to survive.
King-He might have weathered the storm.
Kris Gaffney-If he didn’t it might destroy him.
[Fenrir Kaine picks up Zack Ryder, but it’s countered with a reverse jaw breaker. Zack Ryder runs towards Fenrir Kaine, and he connects with a step up ezuguri to the side of the head. Zack Ryder connects with a DDT. Zack Ryder makes the tag to Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell steps inside of the ring, he runs into the ring, he connects with a running cltohelsine that puts him down on the mat. Aari Maxwell waits for Fenrir Kaine to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Aari Maxwell connects with a few fists to the face, he tries to whip him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He connects with a flying forearm shot to the face that knocks down Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, and Aari Maxwell connects with a inverted atomic drop. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he spring boards off, and he connects with a spring board cutter that puts him down on the mat. Aari Maxwell goes into the corner, and he makes the tag to Zack Ryder. Samael Dredd attacks Aari Maxwell as Aari Maxwell falls out of the ring, and Dredd follows him.]
JR-It seems things are breaking down.
King-Shut up JR!
[Zack Ryder gets ready, and he goes for the Rough Ryder, but it’s countered into a blocked power bomb, and then thrown off before setting up Zack, and he drops him with the Eclipse Driver on Zack Ryder!! Fenrir goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……….3!!]
JR-Zack Ryder tried to end it, but Fenrir was able to counter and get the victory.
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system as CM Punk and Tony Ikeda walk out on the stage, and they step inside of the ring.)
JR-These two have a long history.
King-They do have the experience factor…but that’s always the case with Tony.
Kris Gaffney-This is true.
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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.
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The arena lights dim as the first beats of "Lie, Cheat, Steal" by CFO$ echo through the speakers. Golden spotlights begin to flicker across the stage, and the screen above the entrance flashes the words "NO GOOD" in bold letters. The crowd starts to react as Vince "No Good" Navarro steps out from behind the curtain, a sly smirk on his face. He’s dressed in his sleek ring gear, adjusting his sunglasses as he pauses at the top of the ramp, arrogantly soaking in the crowd’s reaction. Vince walks down the ramp with exaggerated swagger, pointing to his chest and mouthing to the crowd, “The Bad Boy’s here!” As he struts forward, the golden lights continue flashing in rhythm with the music, highlighting his every step. Vince taunts fans along the way, blowing kisses to a few and brushing off the boos with a cocky laugh.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Making his way to the ring, from the Streets of Sin City, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is the 'No Good,' 'Dirty' Vince Navarro!"
Vince reaches the apron and dramatically wipes his feet on it before stepping into the ring, taking his time as he climbs through the ropes. Once inside, he walks to the center of the ring and spreads his arms wide, showing off to the crowd, as if basking in invisible applause. He then walks over to the ropes, standing on the middle rope and raising his hand to his ear as if daring the fans to boo louder.
Vince Navarro: "All eyes on me, baby! The Bad Boy’s about to show you how it’s done!"
He casually leans against the turnbuckle with a cocky grin, his sunglasses still on. The music fades, and Vince waits with an air of superiority, confident and ready for whatever—or whoever—comes next.
JR-Malek Voss and Vince Navarro would like to be tag team champions again.
King-I’m certain that is on their radar.
[CM Punk and Vince Navarro start out, and CM Punk and Vince Navarro pace around the ring, they lock up, and Vince Navarro connects with a knee lift, and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes. Vince Navarro connects with a spinning back elbow that puts down CM Punk, CM Punk is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Vince Navarro connects with a jumping forearm shot to the face that connects. Vince Navarro backs up, and he waits for CM Punk to stumble towards him, and he connects with a release northern lights suplex. CM Punk is slow to get up to his feet, once he gets up to his feet Vince Navarro hits a kick to the gut, and he sets up CM Punk, and he connects with one vertical suplex, rolls up, and he connects with another vertical suplex, rolls up, and he connects with another one to complete the three amigos!! Vince Navarro makes the tag to Malek Voss who picks up CM Punk, and he dorps him with with the Catalysm!! Voss goes into the cover on Punk. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT CM Punk!!]
JR-CM Punk kicks out!!
King-Someone must have said something about muffins.
Kris Gaffney-Could be no other reason…
[CM Punk gets picked up by Malek Voss, and CM Punk out of no where connects with a kick to the side of the head, and this makes Malek Voss stumbles backwards. CM Punk see’s that there is a chance as he see’s Malek Voss stumble in the corner, and CM Punk runs, and he connects with a running knee into the face, CM Punk turns around and he connects with a running bulldog. CM Punk makes the tag to Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda steps inside of the ring, and he see’s Malek Voss getting up to his feet, Tony Ikeda connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Tony Ikeda tries to whip Malek Voss to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Malek Voss, and he bounces off of the orpes. Tony Ikeda ducks under a wild big boot to the face, and he hooks him, and he drops him with a full nelson slam!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Malek Voss, and the ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by Malek Voss, and Tony Ikeda tags in CM Punk who signals for the GTS!]
JR-CM Punk is looking to end this.
King-Um, random light house reference?
[CM Punk picks up Malek Voss, but Voss slides out of the back, and he pushes him towards Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda falls off of the apron. He kicks CM Punk in the gut, and he lifts up CM Punk, and he drops him with the world breaker!! CM Punk is down. Malek Voss goes into the cover on CM Punk. The ref counts 1…………..2…………3!!]
JR-Amigos get the victory!
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[As the unmistakable opening notes of "Money" by Pink Floyd begin to echo 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 has been changed since becoming a member of the Maledictum.
King-Ziggy Thickness knows what you are saying.
Kris Gaffney-What?
(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 going to bring chaos to this match.
King-Not like it needed more.
Kris Gaffney-That’s what triple threats are.
[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 power moves are going to be a difference maker.
King-They can hit quickly, and find that moment to win.
Kris Gaffney-That’ll by a big advantage in this match.
[Austin Jameson Mercer, Mansa Carthage, Jack Lynch stand in the middle of the ring. They look for the first move, Jack Lynch goes for the Pandemonium Kick to the face of Austin Jameson Mercer, Austin Jameson Mercer ducks under, and he connects with a jaw breaker that knocks back Jack Lynch. Mansa Carthage goes after Austin Jameson Mercer, but it’s countered by Austin Jameson Mercer throwing Mansa Carthage into Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch falls out of the ropes. Austin Jameson Mercer waits for Mansa Carthage. Mansa Carthage turns around, and he gets kicked in the gut by Austin Jameson Mercer, and he hooks on vertical suplex, and then the leg. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with the World Premiere!! Austin Jameson Mercer hooks bridge. The ref counts 1……..2……Jack Lynch jumps in the picture, and he breaks the pin.]
JR-Jack Lynch could have saved the match there.
King-Guess that World Premiere was good, but it wasn’t PERFECT
Kris Gaffney-spits gum and swats it
[Austin Jameson Mercer gets up, and Jack Lynch connects with a clothesline out of the ring, and as he tursn around. Mansa Carthage connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Mansa Carthage whips Jack Lynch bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage lowers his head, and he connects with a big back body drop that sends Jack Lynch flying through the air, and he crashes into the mat. Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage ready’s himself as Jack Lynch turns towards Jack Lynch, and he connects with a double handed choke bomb into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Jack Lynch!! Mansa Carthage gets up to his feet, and he see’s that Austin Jameson Mercer is up on the apron. Mansa Carthage hits Austin Jameson Mercer that sends Mansa Carthage flying off of the apron he crashes into the mat around ring.]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer tried to get back into the ring, but Mansa Carthage made sure that didn’t happen.
King-He wants to keep this one on one.
Kris Gaffney-If only some people could do that.
[Jack Lynch surprises Mansa Carthage with the Pandemonium kick that stumbles Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch waits as Mansa Carthage is dazed. Jack Lynch connects with a DDT!! Jack Lynch takes a few moments to rest up. Jack Lynch measures up.]
JR-It seems that Jack Lynch might be looking to take advantage of this situation.
King-He needs to strike quickly.
[Jack Lynch goes for the Pandemonium Driver, but Mansa is able to spin out, and he pushes him towards the ropes, and Jack Lynch hits into Austin Jameson Mercer. AJM falls off of the apron. Jack Lynch stumbles around, and Mansa Carthage lifts him up, and he drops him with the Dragon Descend!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………..3!!]
JR-Mansa gets the victory.
(Lights go black and then Twilight of the Thunder God, by Amon Amarth blasts over the loud speakers and the crowed erupts. Lights begin to flash Red, White, and Blue as sparks fly down from the ceiling. The camera focuses up to the stands as halfway up steps Jackson Gunner out into the fans. His TV Championship draped over his back, and his half of the Tag Team Championship around his neck. The fans erupt as they spot Jackson. He rips his tank off and throws it into the crowd, he beats his chest with a yell and tosses his hands up into the air crossing his arms in an X formation, TV Championship dangling in his grip. Gunner begins walking down the stares slowly toward the ring as he slaps hands with the fans on his way.)
Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman. On his way to the ring, fighting out of Honolulu Hawaii. Standing 6’4” weighing in at 250 pounds. He is one half of the Extreme Measures Federation Tag Team Champions and current Television Champion, JACKSON “KOA KOA” GUNNER!
(As Gunner slowly makes his way down the stairs he reaches the barricade and easily jumps over. He turns, faces the fans and beats his chest again with a roar to the crowd. Gunner turns faces the ring. He takes a step forward and easily jumps onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope and easily leaps over. He walks to the corner and throws his hands up into the air with an X formation and feeds off of the crowd’s roars. Gunner jumps down and stands in his corner as he rotates his wrists, smirking as he waits for the match to begin.)
Jr: “Jackson Gunner and Azar Vulcan always put on great matches. Jackson Gunner looks ready, confident.”
King: “But he knows Azar is better than him!”
KG: “Do you think he ate his fruit today?”
(“I’m better than you and you know it” Is said over the loud speakers right before Lamb Of God- “Overlord” hits. The crowd erupts in boos as the lighting begins to flash green and gold. The ramp fills with images of money as Azar Vulcan steps out from the back with a smug grin on his face, his World Championship draped over his shoulder. He stops atop of the ramp laughing at the fans.)
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds and standing 5’11”. He is The Best In The World,the Extreme Measures Federation World Champion, Azar “Mastermind” Vulcan!
(He puts a left fist into the air and makes his way down the ramp. He pretends as if he’s going to fist bump the fans, but gives them the middle finger instead and laughs. He stops at the ring, holds up his championship, and then jumps up onto the outside ring apron, grabs the top rope and leaps right up over the top rope, spins in the ring with his arms out and stops in the center of the ring. He holds his championship out cockily taking in all of the fans boos. A cocky grin and then walks into his corner and relaxing against the ring post with a smug grin as he awaits his match to begin staring at Jackson Gunner across from him.)
Jr: “Azar Vulcan is World Champion for a reason. We also know the Maledictum will be keeping a close eye, and we all know Azar always has tricks up his sleeve…
KG: “I bet the Melon Gods know about the tricks!”
King: “What are you implying Jr? Azar is the Best In The World. Don’t be mad because he is better than you, and you know it!”
(The Crowd awaits with anticipation, the tension is real as the two stare each other down.)
DING! DING! DING!
(Jackson Gunner and Azar Vulcan stand nose to nose in the center of the ring, the air thick with anticipation. Azar smirks, jawing at Jackson, trying to bait him with words only they can hear, but Gunner simply rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, ice cold. The crowd is electric, the tension palpable as both champions measure each other up—Azar feigning a quick lunge, but Jackson doesn’t flinch. They circle, hands out, Azar throwing a few feint kicks at Gunner’s lead leg, testing his reaction time. Suddenly, Azar darts in, lightning quick, attempting a single-leg takedown, but Gunner sprawls and stuffs it, rolling behind and locking Azar in a tight waist lock. Azar elbows his way free, slips around, and snags Gunner’s arm, twisting it into a standing wristlock. Gunner rolls, kips up, and reverses into a hammerlock of his own, wrenching hard. Azar winces but uses his agility to flip out, tumbling forward and cartwheeling free, then springing off the ropes—Gunner explodes with a shoulder tackle, sending Azar hard to the mat!
The crowd roars as Jackson hits the ropes, but Azar kips up and leapfrogs over Gunner, lightning quick. On the rebound, Azar attempts a running crossbody, but Jackson catches him in mid-air and slams him down with a thunderous powerslam! Azar quickly scurries to the corner, holding his ribs, but grinning devilishly at Gunner, undeterred. Jackson closes in, but Azar pulls the ref in front of him, buying a split second. With the official momentarily distracted, Azar rakes Gunner’s eyes—drawing a cascade of boos from the crowd—and then nails Gunner with a jumping knee right under the chin! Gunner staggers back, and Azar follows up with a stinging combo of knife-edge chops and brutal Muay Thai kicks to the legs and body, each one echoing off Gunner’s frame. Gunner, fueled by the crowd, absorbs the shots, catching one of Azar’s kicks and sweeping him off his feet with a single leg, then dropping a vicious elbow across Azar’s chest. He lifts Azar, whips him into the ropes, and as Azar returns, Jackson launches him high with a massive back body drop that nearly scrapes the lights! Azar lands hard, rolling to the outside for a breather, shaking his head with a wicked grin as Gunner stares him down from the center of the ring.)
JR: "Business just picked up, King! You’ve got the world champion and the TV champ, tag champ, all in the ring—these two are giving it everything from the opening bell!"
King: "Oh, stop your slobbering, JR! Azar’s just luring Gunner in, that’s what devils do! This match is already playing right into the Mastermind’s hands!"
KG: "I dunno, King… Gunner looks like he could bench press a semi and Azar looks like he’s got springs in his boots! This is wild already!"
(Azar paces outside the ring, taking his time, never breaking eye contact with Gunner as the crowd chants, “GUN-NER! GUN-NER!” The mind games are only beginning, but so is the fight. Azar slides back into the ring, Gunner meets him mid-stride, the two locking up. Azar slips behind, twisting into a quick waistlock, but Gunner breaks free with a back elbow. Azar ducks under, bounces off the ropes, and comes flying back with a springboard arm drag, sending Gunner halfway across the ring! Jackson pops up, only for Azar to leap to the second rope and flip backwards—catching Gunner with a picture-perfect springboard moonsault, but Gunner kicks out at one, refusing to stay down. Azar is relentless—he hits the ropes, cartwheels around Gunner, springboards from the corner with a corkscrew crossbody, but Gunner catches him in mid-air and powers him up for a suplex! Azar, showing unreal agility, twists out in midair, lands on his feet behind Gunner, shoves him forward and launches into a handspring—springboard back elbow connects! The crowd gasps at the speed and athleticism.
Jackson shakes it off and comes at Azar with a lariat, but Azar ducks, backflips, rebounds off the ropes and comes back with a flying knee, but Gunner sidesteps, hoists Azar up, and tries for a Samoan drop! Azar wiggles free, flips out, and lands a roundhouse kick right to Gunner’s jaw, staggering the TV Champ! Azar senses the momentum, hits the ropes, and this time launches himself with a wild springboard 450 splash—he nails it perfectly! The cover—ONE!... TWO!... Gunner powers out, roaring as he sits up, pure grit on his face. Azar shakes his head, a flash of frustration, then a wicked grin. He grabs Gunner, but Gunner fires back with right hands, fighting to his feet, refusing to let Azar dominate. The crowd rallies behind Gunner, chanting his name as he battles up, but Azar, always scheming, shoves Gunner into the corner and backs up. He calls to the ref—"He pulled my hair!"—drawing the official’s attention. As the ref checks on Gunner, Azar darts in, ducks low, and lands a sneaky uppercut right between Gunner’s legs! Gunner doubles over in agony as the ref turns just in time to see Azar snap off a wicked spinning neckbreaker! Azar scrambles for the cover—ONE!... TWO!... Gunner barely gets the shoulder up, his face twisted in pain as Azar smirks, knowing he just changed the tide of the match.)
JR: "Oh, come on! That was a blatant low blow, dammit! The ref never saw it! Azar’s stealing this match right in front of us!"
King: "That’s why he’s the Mastermind, JR! Strike hard, strike fast, and never get caught—Cobra Kai would be proud!"
KG: "Did Gunner just survive a springboard 450 and a low blow? This guy is tougher than a day-old steak!"
(Azar circles his wounded opponent, the devilish grin never leaving his face as the crowd boos, the world champion firmly in control. The war is just getting started. Azar wastes no time, dragging Gunner to his feet and immediately going for a snapmare. He sprints to the ropes, rebounds, and nails Gunner in the back with a brutal basement dropkick. Gunner clutches his spine but tries to push up—Azar darts behind, grabs a rear waistlock, and rolls through with a lightning-fast O’Connor roll. ONE! TWO! Gunner powers out, shoving Azar into the ropes. Azar flips over the ropes, lands on the apron, and as Gunner charges, Azar springboards in—Gunner ducks under the leapfrog, Azar lands on his feet, spins for a spinning back kick, but Gunner catches the leg! The crowd pops as Gunner muscles Azar up for a powerbomb—but Azar rakes Gunner’s eyes on the way up! The ref doesn’t catch it, and Gunner staggers, blinking. Azar capitalizes instantly, launching himself to the top rope in a single fluid motion. He launches off with a twisting crossbody, catching Gunner flush! He hooks both legs—ONE!... TWO!... Gunner again kicks out, drawing energy from the roaring crowd.
Gunner grits his teeth and powers to his feet, Azar peppering him with lightning-fast forearms and Muay Thai knees, driving Gunner into the corner. Azar taunts, paint-brushing Gunner with open-handed slaps, trying to bait the face into a mistake. He rushes for a corner splash, but Gunner explodes out—turning Azar inside out with a massive shoulder tackle! Gunner tries to capitalize, whipping Azar into the ropes, looking for a big back body drop. Azar flips over him, lands on his feet, springboards off the second rope, looking for a moonsault DDT—but Gunner counters, catching Azar in midair and hurling him with a snap powerslam! The fans explode! But Azar is slippery—he wriggles free before Gunner can fully secure the hold, rolling to the ropes. Gunner grabs him, but Azar pulls the top rope down, sending Gunner tumbling to the outside! As Gunner gets up, Azar sprints, leaps onto the top rope, and launches himself with a death-defying moonsault to the floor—crashing right onto Gunner! The world champion quickly rolls Gunner back into the ring and covers—ONE! TWO! Gunner’s arm shoots up again!)
JR: "By God, look at the athleticism from both men! Jackson Gunner just won’t stay down, but Azar is pulling every trick out of his devilish playbook!"
King: "Why fight fair when you can fight smart, JR? Azar is showing why he’s the champion! Besides, who needs rules when you can fly like that?"
KG: "You gotta admit, that was insane. But Gunner is like a machine—he just keeps kicking out! Is this guy even human?"
(Azar, jaw clenched but smile never fading, wipes sweat from his brow, stalking his resilient challenger, the match still boiling at a fever pitch. The chaos in the arena is palpable as both men battle it out with reckless abandon. Gunner, staggering but unbroken, blocks a roundhouse from Azar, hoists him up, and nearly plants him with a gutwrench powerbomb—but Azar flips out and lands on his feet, delivering a sharp spinning heel kick to Gunner’s temple. Jackson slumps to his knees, dazed, but surges forward and tackles Azar into the corner, unleashing a barrage of shoulder thrusts that thunder through the arena. Suddenly, the crowd’s jeers grow louder as Inferna struts down the ramp, a sinister smile on her face. She climbs onto the apron, waving for the referee’s attention, shouting accusations and causing a heated argument. Gunner, mid-attack, can’t help but glance over his shoulder at the commotion. Before he can react, Jess bursts out of the front row, launching herself at Inferna and yanking her right off the apron! The crowd roars as the two women spill to the floor, fists flying in a wild brawl, security scrambling to contain them.
The distraction leaves Gunner vulnerable—out of nowhere, Nuri slips from the crowd, slides under the bottom rope, and delivers a vicious low blow from behind! Gunner crumples in agony as Nuri vanishes out the other side. The referee, completely distracted, turns around just as Azar winds up—“MONEY MAKER!” The devastating spinning heel kick connects flush, snapping Gunner’s head back as he collapses to the mat. Azar immediately hooks the far leg for the pin.)
Referee: ONE!... TWO!... THR— (NO! Gunner’s foot shoots up and lands on the bottom rope! The crowd erupts, stunned as the ref waves off the three-count.
Azar sits up in disbelief, face twisted in rage. He grabs the referee by the shirt, shoving three fingers in the official’s face and shouting, “That was three! That was three, damn it!” The ref shakes his head, showing two fingers and pointing at the rope, refusing to back down as the fans go wild for Gunner’s incredible resilience. Meanwhile, ringside is pure pandemonium—Jess and Inferna still trading blows, security failing to separate them, and Gunner trying to shake off the damage as Azar fumes, plotting his next devilish move. The match is nowhere near finished, and the crowd is hanging on every second.)
Jr: “BAH GAWD! This match is becoming pure chaos!”
King: “Azar has Gunner where he wants him! LOOK AT THE PUPPIES GO!”
(Azar, still seething, hauls Gunner to his feet and goes for a short-arm clothesline, but Jackson ducks under, snatches Azar’s wrist, and in a burst of explosive strength spins him around and plants him with a thunderous uranage right in the center of the ring! Azar, clutching his back, scrambles to roll out under the bottom rope to catch his breath, but Gunner isn’t about to let up. The crowd rises as Jackson slaps the mat, adrenaline surging. He backs up, hits the ropes for momentum, then sprints across the ring and launches himself over the top rope in a flawless tope con hilo, clearing the ropes with ease! He crashes into Azar with a devastating impact, both men smashing into the floor at ringside, the fans erupting around them. Gunner staggers to his feet first, using the barricade for support as fans in the front row reach out, clapping him on the shoulder and shouting encouragement. Still breathing heavy, Jackson throws his arms up to fire up the crowd, sweat and determination in his eyes, while Azar struggles to pull himself upright, caught off guard by Gunner’s athleticism and heart. The referee begins his count, the fans on their feet, and the battle rages on outside the ring—this fight is far from finished.
Gunner, still riding the momentum from his leap, stalks Azar around ringside as the referee’s count echoes through the arena—"One! Two!"—and the fans urge them on. Azar, wiping sweat and frustration from his brow, tries to create distance, but Jackson won’t let up. He grabs Azar from behind and hurls him shoulder-first into the steel steps with a thunderous crash. Azar grimaces, clutching his shoulder, but as Gunner approaches, Azar explodes back with a series of quick, stinging elbow strikes to Jackson’s jaw. The two continue to trade vicious blows on the outside, fists flying, boots stomping. Jackson stuns Azar with a stiff right hand, bouncing the champion’s head off the ring apron before dragging him toward the timekeeper’s area. The ref’s count hits "Six! Seven!" but neither man seems to care.
Jackson slams Azar’s head off the ring bell table, the crowd wincing at the sharp sound. Azar staggers, seeing stars, but in a desperate flash, his hand snatches up the World Title belt sitting on the table. Jackson turns, looking to haul Azar back to the ring, but Azar spins around and crack!—he smashes the heavy gold plate of the championship right into Jackson’s skull! The referee immediately calls for the bell, waving off the match as Gunner crumples to the floor, dazed.)
DING! DING! DING!
(The fans erupt in boos as Azar stands over Gunner, breathing hard, title in hand and a cold, satisfied smirk on his lips. The ring announcer’s voice cuts through the chaos.)
Announcer: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of a disqualification—JACKSON GUNNER!”
JR: “Damn it! Azar Vulcan knew he was about to lose control of this match, and he took the coward’s way out! That’s not what a champion should be, King!”
King: “Oh, will you stop, JR? That’s what a smart champion does! You keep your title at all costs—and look at Gunner, he doesn’t even know where he is!”
KG: “Can you blame Azar? Jackson Gunner was bringing the fight like nobody else! I think even the Melon Gods are in shock right now!”
(Azar leans over Gunner’s body, clutching his title tight, shouting something indecipherable down at his fallen challenger. The official kneels to check on Jackson as the crowd pelts Azar with boos, the ringside area buzzing with outrage and disbelief—this war is far from over. Azar, completely unhinged and furious, doesn’t even wait for the bell to finish ringing before launching himself back onto Jackson Gunner with a savage fury. He rains down stomps, boots Jackson in the ribs, then drags him to his feet and throws a series of violent Muay Thai knees into Gunner’s already battered midsection. The crowd boos furiously as Azar hurls Gunner headfirst into the steel steps once more, then yanks him up by the hair, spits a hateful curse, and slams him face-first into the barricade. Gunner crumples, barely conscious, as Azar stands over him, title raised high, shouting down at the fallen TV Champion, “You’ll never be better than me!”
Meanwhile, on the other side of ringside, chaos erupts as Jess tries to check on Jackson—only to be blindsided. Nuri and Inferna pounce, double-teaming Jess with vicious precision. Nuri delivers a sharp forearm to Jess’s jaw, and Inferna immediately grabs her by the hair and drives her knee into Jess’s face. The two drag Jess up and bounce her spine-first off the barricade, stomping her mercilessly as the crowd erupts in outrage. Suddenly, the arena explodes with cheers as Wade Wilson comes sprinting down the ramp, steel chair in hand, and right behind him, Paige with her own chair ready to swing for the fences. The Maledictum members scatter just long enough for Wade and Paige to slide in—but as they rush toward the chaos—
BLACKOUT… The arena plunges into total darkness. The crowd buzzes, phones light up like fireflies, and the commentators are left shouting in confusion.)
JR: “What the hell is going on now?!”
King: “Turn the lights back on! I want to see what’s happening to Inferna, Nuri, and Jess!”
KG: “Is this some sort of magic trick, or did the Melon Gods just blow a fuse? Or did Prez Mike forget to pay the light bill?”
(When the lights finally flicker back on, Azar, Nuri, and Inferna are gone—vanished as if they were never there. Only the carnage remains: Jackson Gunner still sprawled and barely moving at ringside, Jess holding her face in agony. Wade drops his chair, kneeling at Jackson’s side, shouting for him to wake up. Paige slides to Jess’s side, checking on her as she glares up the ramp, promising payback.)
JR: “This is absolute chaos! The Maledictum—Azar and his demons—just vanished into thin air after laying waste to Gunner and Jess! Is there anyone who can stop these monsters?!”
King: “They’re the best in the world, JR! If you can’t handle the fire, stay out of Azar’s ring!”
KG: “This war is just getting started, folks! Nobody’s safe with the Maledictum running wild—nobody!”
(The camera closes on Wade helping Jackson to his feet, Paige holding Jess protectively, both battered but defiant. The crowd’s chants of “A FEW BADD MEN!” thunder through the Prudential Center as Shockwave fades to black, the war far from over.)