Shockwave 6/7/25 (Now complete)
(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage, and the lights turn on. Fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Hello, and welcome to another edition of Saturday Shockwave. I’m good ol, JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “The King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney
King-Tonght the tag team belts are on the line as Jackson Gunner and Tony Ikeda will take on Fenrir Kaine and Samael Dredd.
Kris Gaffney-What the Golden Empire was reformed to the Maledictum, I’m certain that they are looking to renew that rivalry.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
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-It’s a battle of two of the newest EMF stars.
King-Joe Lamont, and Little Mac know this is a first, and hopefully the first of many.
Kris Gaffney-Both have the talent.
The arena dims—clean and sharp. No theatrics. Just focus. Then—
“Return of the Mac” hits with that unmistakable groove.
The bass kicks in. The crowd pops.
They know what time it is.
Little Mac steps through the curtain.
He’s wearing a sleeveless hoodie—unzipped, hood down—his hands wrapped tight in black tape, knuckles calloused and exposed.
He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing lightly, eyes sharp, focused. He’s not playing to the crowd—he’s staying loose, staying ready.
Behind him, cool and steady, is Doc Louis, gum in his mouth, towel over one shoulder, nodding like he’s seen this win already.
Mac moves with confidence. Controlled swagger.
Taps his fists together as he walks.
No flash. No posturing. Just presence.
The strobe lights hit light gold and white as the beat pulses, but never overwhelm—because Mac’s energy doesn’t need dressing up.
The fans reach out—he slaps a few hands, nods to others, but he never stops moving. His rhythm is the beat of the ring.
He slides into the ring clean and low, pops up in one fluid motion, and immediately circles the ropes once—keeping his hands moving.
A short jab. A sidestep.
Always working. Always tuned in.
He hits the corner turnbuckle, hops up to the second rope, and raises one wrapped fist in the air—no grin, no posing. Just a statement:
“You’re stepping into my fight now.”
Samantha Irvin fires off with intensity:
"Making his way to the ring… accompanied by Doc Louis… from the Bronx, New York… weighing in at 200 pounds… he is THE PRIZE FIGHTER… LITTLLLLLLLEEEEE MAC!"
Mac drops down, rolls his shoulders, paces back to his corner. Doc gives him a nod, mutters something low.
Mac taps his fists together, leans into the ropes, and eyes his opponent like a sniper finding range.
He doesn’t flex.
He doesn’t scream.
He fights.
And you’d better pray your chin holds up.
JR-Little Mac seems to favor a boxing background.
King-I’m shocked.
Kris Gaffney-I think the WWE did this once…
King-*sounding like Floyd Mayweather’s manager at Wrestlemania 24, “you can’t do that!”
[Little Mac and Joe Lamont pace around the ring, and they lock up. Joe Lamont puts him into a side head lock, and he holds on the pressure. Little Mac looks for a way out of the hold, and he pushes him backwards. Little Mac is able to whip Joe Lamont off of the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Joe Lamont goes for a running clothesline, but it’s ducked under Joe Lamont turns around, and Little Mac connects with Liver Punch, and connects with haymaker that drops Joe Lamont. Little Mac allows Joe Lamont to get up to his feet. Lamont throws a wild fist to the face. Little Mac ducks under, and he hooks him, and he connects with a reverse neck breaker putting down Joe Lamont. Joe Lamont is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Little Mac connects with a running corkscrew clothesline that puts down Joe Lamont. Little Mac goes into the cover on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2…….KICK OUT by Joe Lamont!!]
JR-Joe Lamont is going to have to regroup.
King-Join the Nintendo Club!
Kris Gaffney-What?
[Joe Lamont rolls out of the ring, and Little Mac goes towards Joe Lamont, but Joe answers with a Singapore cane to the face that knocks Little Mac back. Joe Lamont slides into the ring. Joe Lamont waits for Little Mac to get up to his feet, and he puts the cane over Little Mac, and he connects with a Russian leg sweep aided with the cane. Little Mac is down, and Joe Lamont takes a few moments to rest up, and he is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet Joe Lamont whips Little Mac into the corner, and he crashes into the corner, and he connects with the disaster as Little Mac stumbles backwards out the corner. Lamont goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Joe Lamont connects with the imploding 450 splash!! Joe Lamont goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Little Mac!!]
JR-Little Mac has to weather the storm.
King-HA! Pun’s are awesome…
Kris Gaffney-Not sure he meant that one, but OK…
[Little Mac gets picked up, but Little Mac slides out of the back, Joe turns around right into the KO Punch, that knocks him down, and out. Little Mac goes into the cover on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2……….3!!]
JR-Little Mac will be getting the title shot.
Jim Ross: “Ladies and gentlemen, the monster has arrived. The Wretched Nobody is here, and this arena has gone eerily silent.”
Jerry “The King” Lawler: “I've been in this business a long time, JR, and few competitors make me as nervous as this beast does!”
Kris Gafney: “Chad Gable better be ready to run—because fighting might not be an option tonight!”
[The Wretched Nobody methodically ascends the steel steps, stepping effortlessly over the top rope, taking his place in the center of the ring, standing motionless and intimidating. The crowd's tension hangs thickly in the air as the lighting shifts, signaling Chad Gable's arrival. Energetic music cuts through the somber atmosphere as Gable emerges, radiating positivity and determination. He bounces on the stage, gesturing enthusiastically to the fans, drawing energetic cheers.]
Jim Ross: “Chad Gable, always confident, always enthusiastic—but he’s stepping into a lion’s den tonight, King!”
Jerry Lawler: “He’ll need every ounce of his wrestling acumen to survive this encounter!”
Kris Gafney: “Optimism won’t protect him from the punishment coming his way.”
[Gable quickly jogs down the ramp, agilely entering the ring. He bounces on his feet, trying to psych himself up, looking cautiously at the massive figure of The Wretched Nobody. The bell rings, marking the start of the contest. Gable immediately circles, carefully evaluating his gigantic opponent, looking for an opening. With swift precision, Gable lunges forward, attempting to shoot for a single-leg takedown.]
Jim Ross: “Gable trying to use his amateur wrestling background right away here!”
[The Wretched Nobody, unfazed, simply swats Gable aside effortlessly, sending him sprawling to the mat. Gable, undeterred, quickly rolls back onto his feet, reassessing his approach. He darts in again, executing a swift series of quick kicks aimed at The Wretched Nobody’s legs, hoping to weaken the giant’s base. The Wretched Nobody hardly reacts, seemingly absorbing the blows without any pain.]
Jerry Lawler: “It’s like hitting a brick wall, JR! Gable’s got to rethink his strategy!”
[Gable attempts another swift attack, this time aiming higher with a precise dropkick. He connects solidly, but The Wretched Nobody barely budges, remaining upright and looming over Gable. Before Gable can react, the massive competitor grabs him by the throat with terrifying ease, lifting him effortlessly off the canvas and driving him viciously back down with a thunderous chokeslam.]
Jim Ross: “Oh my God! Chad Gable nearly driven through the ring!”
Jerry Lawler: “That might already be the end of it, JR!”
[Instead of pinning Gable, The Wretched Nobody slowly drags him to his feet, tossing him into the corner with monstrous force. He charges after him, colliding into Gable with an avalanche splash, flattening the smaller competitor and forcing all the air from his lungs. Gable crumples to the mat, clutching his ribs and gasping for breath.]
Kris Gafney: “This is just the beginning. The Wretched Nobody is sending a message tonight.”
[The relentless monster pulls Gable to the center of the ring again, hoisting him high into the air in a military press position. Displaying impressive power, he walks around the ring with Gable held aloft, before dropping him brutally across the top rope. Gable rebounds painfully, tumbling to the mat, clearly in severe distress. The Wretched Nobody steps back, watching emotionlessly as Gable struggles desperately to regain his footing.]
Jim Ross: “Somebody might need to stop this match. Chad Gable is being absolutely decimated!”
Jerry Lawler: “The referee has to consider Gable’s safety here!”
[Gable, however, shows incredible resilience, pulling himself up by the ropes. He lunges forward, attempting one final, desperate offensive flurry—throwing punches, kicks, and elbows wildly. The Wretched Nobody remains stoic, catching one of Gable’s strikes and responding with a crushing headbutt, stunning Gable. Without hesitation, the giant lifts Gable effortlessly onto his shoulders, slamming him down with a devastating torture-rack backbreaker.]
Kris Gafney: “This is becoming hard to watch. Gable is being methodically dismantled!”
[The Wretched Nobody slowly circles Gable, clearly savoring his dominance. With frightening ease, he lifts Gable from the canvas once again, this time delivering a devastating gutwrench powerbomb. Gable lies nearly motionless, gasping weakly as the giant towers above him, seemingly deciding his opponent’s fate. The crowd watches silently, the brutality becoming increasingly uncomfortable to witness.]
Jim Ross: “Chad Gable has nothing left. He’s being systematically destroyed!”
Jerry Lawler: “This needs to end, JR. This isn’t competition; this is a massacre.”
[The Wretched Nobody finally signals for the finish, dragging Gable’s limp form to the center of the ring. He hoists Gable onto his shoulders again, pausing briefly before executing his devastating finisher, the dreaded Lobotomy. Gable’s body folds grotesquely upon impact, the arena collectively gasping at the horrifying move.]
Kris Gafney: “The Lobotomy! Chad Gable is completely unconscious—there’s nothing left!”
[The Wretched Nobody places a single massive foot arrogantly onto Gable’s chest, not bothering to hook a leg. The referee swiftly drops down to count: one… two… three. The bell mercifully rings, ending the brutal contest. The Wretched Nobody steps back slowly, regarding Gable’s broken body with utter disdain.]
Jim Ross: “Thank goodness it’s over. The Wretched Nobody has delivered a terrifying, dominant victory tonight.”
Jerry Lawler: “I've rarely seen anything quite so decisive and brutal. Chad Gable never stood a chance.”
Kris Gafney: “This is a stark reminder to the entire EMF roster—The Wretched Nobody is unstoppable.”
(“Main Event ish” blasts on the PA system. Jey Uso walks down from the crowd, he enters the ring.)
JR-Main Event Jey Uso has had a lot of big moments.
King-This will be another big challenge for him.
Kris Gaffney-We know he can rise to the challenge however.
JR-Aari Maxwell is going to bring a lot of talent to this match.
King-Both wrestlers have a strong follow, we’ll see how that effects them.
Kris Gaffney-I got to imagine that will just push them further in my opinion.
[Aari Maxwell and Jey Uso hype up the crowd with Crikey’s and YEETS. They lock up, Aari Maxwell puts Jey Uso into a side head lock, an dhe holds on the pressure. Jey Uso looks for a way out of the hold, and he backs up into the ropes, and he whips him to the ropes, Aari Maxwell bounces off of the ropes, and Aari Maxwell connects with a hard shoulder block that puts down Jey Uso. Jey Uso gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, Jey Uso runs towards Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell counters with a hip toss that puts him down on the mat. Jey Uso is slow to get up to his feet, and Aari Maxwell takes him down with a double leg take down, and he connects with a catapult that sends him flying across the ring, and he hits hard into the corner face first. Aari Maxwell runs to the ropes, and he spring boards, and he connect spring board cutter. Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Jey Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…..KICK OUT by Jey Uso. Aari Maxwell picks up Jey, and he connects with a body slam.]
JR-Aari Maxwell taking the fight to Jey Uso.
King-Both wreslters have fans in their corner.
Kris Gaffney-Crikey, this is confusing.
[Aari Maxwell goes for the 630 senton, but at the last moment he is able to move out of the way, and he crashes into the mat. Jey Uso and Aari Maxwell gets up to his feet, and once they get up to their feet, Aari Maxwell goes for a wild fist, and Jey Uso ducks under, and he runs to the ropes and he bounces off of the ropes. Jey Uso connects with a flying forearm shot to the face. Aari Maxwell goes into the corner, and Jey Uso crushes Aari Maxwell inot the corner, and Aari Maxwell stumbles out of the corner after Jey Uso backs out of the corner. Jey Uso ducks under a wild fist, and Jey Uso picks up Aari Maxwell into a belly to back suplex, and connects with a neck breaker. Jey Uso goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell. Jey Uso gets ready.]
JR-The momentum has changed.
King-We’ll see how Aari deals with this.
[Aari Maxwell gets up, and Jey goes for a super kick, but it’s ducked under, and Aari Maxwell picks up Jey and he connects with the Gorilla strength!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Jey Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………3!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell gets the victory.
(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.)
Jim Ross: “Jack Lynch, folks, full of bravado and talent—he's here to make a statement against a true legend tonight.”
Jerry "The King" Lawler: “JR, Lynch might have bitten off more than he can chew this evening. Tony Ikeda isn't someone to underestimate!”
Kris Gafney: “Confidence is one thing, but stepping into the ring with Tony Ikeda demands respect. Jack Lynch better be prepared for a tough battle.”
[The lights dim further as “Game On” by Disciple thunders throughout the arena, prompting an explosive roar from the crowd. Tony “The Badd Boy” Ikeda emerges onto the stage amidst a burst of golden pyrotechnics, arms raised high, his seasoned eyes scanning the energetic audience. Tony's confident yet focused demeanor radiates throughout the arena, igniting an even louder response. He moves purposefully down the ramp, high-fiving fans and acknowledging their support with appreciative nods. Climbing onto the apron, Tony pauses briefly before slipping into the ring, staring intensely at Jack Lynch, communicating clearly that this will not be an easy fight.]
Jim Ross: “Here comes Tony Ikeda, one of the most accomplished wrestlers in EMF history! A veteran of the squared circle who knows every trick, every move.”
Jerry Lawler: “That's why he's the best, JR. Tony’s faced tougher battles and come out on top. Jack Lynch better be at his absolute best tonight.”
Kris Gafney: “Ikeda doesn't make mistakes often. Jack Lynch needs perfection to stand a chance.”
[The bell rings, echoing sharply through the arena. Both men circle cautiously, sizing each other up, testing the other's defenses with quick feints and careful positioning. Suddenly, Jack lunges forward, locking up tightly with Tony Ikeda. They grapple briefly, each seeking an advantage, until Tony skillfully shifts, twisting Jack's arm into a tight wristlock. Jack winces slightly, attempting to counter, but Tony expertly maneuvers him into a grounded headlock.]
Jim Ross: “Early control here by Ikeda, showing why experience matters so much!”
Jerry Lawler: “Jack Lynch is going to have to fight smart to break this hold and find some space!”
[Jack struggles, forcing himself back to his feet. With a surge of strength, he shoves Tony into the ropes, attempting a clothesline on the rebound. Tony ducks smoothly beneath Jack's arm, hitting the opposite ropes and returning with a powerful shoulder tackle that sends Jack sprawling to the canvas. Lynch quickly rolls away, visibly frustrated, recalibrating his approach.]
Kris Gafney: “Jack Lynch is feeling outmatched early. He needs to regroup, or this match won’t last long!”
[Jack charges aggressively, firing a flurry of punches and kicks that force Ikeda to cover up defensively. One sharp knee catches Tony's midsection, causing him to double over momentarily. Capitalizing swiftly, Jack Lynch snaps Tony into a quick DDT, driving his head into the mat. Jack covers immediately, but Tony Ikeda kicks out emphatically at two, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs.]
Jim Ross: “Close call, but Ikeda’s resilience shines through!”
[Jack Lynch maintains pressure, pulling Tony to his feet and whipping him into the corner. He charges in behind, attempting a running splash, but Tony sidesteps at the last moment. Jack collides violently with the turnbuckles. Tony, seizing the opportunity, spins Jack around and delivers a series of thunderous knife-edge chops, each eliciting loud "Woo!" chants from the crowd.]
Jerry Lawler: “Those chops echo through the arena! Tony Ikeda taking back control in dramatic fashion!”
[Tony grabs Jack's arm, Irish whipping him hard across the ring into the opposite corner. Ikeda charges and leaps, hitting a perfectly executed Stinger Splash, crushing Jack against the corner. Jack stumbles forward groggily, directly into Tony’s grasp. Ikeda swiftly lifts Lynch into a beautiful vertical suplex, holding him upright momentarily to showcase impressive strength before crashing him down hard onto the mat.]
Kris Gafney: “Tony Ikeda’s power and technique are absolutely textbook. Jack Lynch needs to find an answer soon!”
[With momentum firmly in hand, Tony sets Jack up, signaling to the audience before hitting the ropes and connecting with a precise leg drop across Jack's throat. Ikeda quickly hooks the leg for a pin—one… two… Jack kicks out desperately, keeping his hopes alive. Tony nods appreciatively, respecting Jack’s determination.]
Jim Ross: “Jack Lynch showing incredible heart here, folks, but he’s taking a lot of punishment.”
[Pulling Lynch upright again, Tony attempts another suplex, but Jack counters this time, shifting mid-air to deliver a surprising neckbreaker to Ikeda. The crowd gasps in surprise, cheering the resilience and ingenuity of Lynch. Both men lay momentarily on the mat, gathering their strength as the referee begins a ten-count.]
Jerry Lawler: “Jack Lynch creating a crucial opening! Can he capitalize?”
[Jack is first to his feet, albeit unsteadily. He measures Tony carefully, waiting patiently for him to rise. When Tony stands, Jack charges, going for a running high knee strike, but Tony catches him mid-air, impressively transitioning it into a devastating powerbomb. Tony, sensing victory, covers immediately—one… two… Jack Lynch narrowly escapes again, showing tremendous resolve.]
Kris Gafney: “Unbelievable fight from Jack Lynch! Tony Ikeda has thrown everything at him, but Lynch keeps kicking out!”
[Ikeda, now fully focused, signals emphatically to the crowd. He positions Lynch carefully, preparing his finisher. The arena buzzes with anticipation. Tony executes the Full-Nelson Suplex, planting Jack Lynch back of the neck first onto the canvas with brutal authority.]
Jim Ross: That's gotta be it!”
[Without hesitation, Tony hooks both legs securely. The referee drops quickly, counting decisively—one… two… three! The bell rings, signaling Tony Ikeda’s victory. The crowd erupts, applauding the veteran’s triumph. Tony rises slowly, acknowledging the cheers with a modest, grateful nod.]
Jerry Lawler: “Tony Ikeda wins! What a match! Jack Lynch gave it everything, but Tony’s experience and skill proved too much!”
Kris Gafney: “An incredible performance by Tony Ikeda. He proves once again why he’s a legend in the EMF!”
[Jack Lynch, still dazed, manages to roll from the ring, clearly disappointed but receiving respectful applause from the fans for his valiant effort. Tony Ikeda remains in the center of the ring, soaking in the adulation of the crowd, raising his fists triumphantly as the EMF faithful chant his name in appreciation of another remarkable victory.]
(“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 Patrick Payne have had their battles.
King-This is just one more.
Kris Gaffney-Patrick knows he’s in for a fight.
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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-However, Zack Ryder knows Patrick Payne’s talent.
King-We’ll have to see what wins out on this night.
[Patrick Payne and Zack Ryder pace around the ring, they lock up Patrick Payne connects with a knee lift into the gut that doubles him over, and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes Patrick Payne connects with a spinning back elbow to the face that knocks him down on the mat. Zack Ryder goes down on the mat. Zack Ryder runs at Patrick Payne, Patrick Payne meets him with a boot to the gut that doubles over Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne connects with a drop kick that puts down Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder goes into the corner. Patrick Payne runs towards the corner, and he connects with a jumping clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder stumbles out of the corner, and Patrick Payne connects with an inverted Russian leg sweep that puts down Zack Ryder. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs out of the ring, he goes up to the top rope, and he connects with the flight risk 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 count there.
King-Zack Ryder is feeling the payne now!
Kris Gaffney-Payne to the Max!
King-No…
[Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, and Patrick Payne picks up Zack Ryder, but Zack Ryder is able to slide out of the back. Patrick Payne gets pushed to the roeps, and he bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with standing drop kick that puts down Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and he tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Patrick Payne. Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne lowers his head, but it’s countered with a swinging neck breaker. Zack Ryder watches as Patrick Payne tries to get up to his feet, but he all of a sudden falls into the corner into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up, he fist pumps (Woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with the broski boot to the face, and Zack Ryder backs up, and he signals for the Rough Ryder as Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet.]
JR-Zack Ryder is looking to end this match.
King-Sick bro?
Kris Gaffney-You ever think that’s what Zack Ryder says when he actually is sick?
[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but it’s blocked, and thrown off, Patrick Payne puts him into the Pay Per View, and he drops Zack Ryder!! Zack Ryder is down. 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-Zack Ryder tried to go for the kill, but Patrick Payne had one more counter.
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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-The former world champion has been changed by being apart of the Maledictum.
King-He’s also out for revenge.
[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.]
Kris Gaffney-We’ll see how that works out.
JR-Mansa Carthage is coming off a big win against Samael Dredd.
King-He certainly wasn’t Dredding this night.
Kris Gaffney-HA!
[Austin Jameson Mercer and Mansa Carthage stand in the middle of the ring, and they stare down, and Austin Jameson Mercer rakes the eyes of Mansa Carthage, this blinds Mansa Carthage, and Austin Jameson Mercer goes for a Red Carpet, but blocked, and Mansa Carthage connects with a big head butt that puts down Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He whips him to the ropes Austin Jameson Mercer bounces off of the ropes, and he ducks under a clothesline, he runs to the ropes, he bounces off of the ropes. He bounces back, and Mansa Carthage connects with a flying knee to the face that makes Austin Jameson Mercer goes down on the mat. Austin Jameson Mercer is slow to get up to his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer stumbles around,a nd he grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a chokeslam!! Austin Jameson Mercer seems out of it. Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer, and the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…….KICK OUT by Austin Jameson Mercer!! Mansa Carthage calls for the Dragon’s Descend.]
JR-It seems the IC champion is looking to end this match.
King-I’m thinking Austin is hoping for a retake.
Kris Gaffney-Probably…
[Austin Jameson Mercer is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, and he lifts him up. But Mansa Carthage slides out of the back. Mansa Carthage tursn around, and he gets blasted with a Red Carpet that sends him backwards, and he falls backwards. He kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a World Premiere on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage!! Austin Jameson Mercer picks up Mansa Carthage, and he connects with a body slam. Austin Jameson Mercer goes to the top rope.]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer is feeling like he’s close to winning this match.
King-Maybe he’ll take this cut of this film after all.
Kris Gaffney-Guess sometimes you need to let it play out.
[Austin Jameson Mercer jumps off of the top rope, and he goes for the Final Cut, but at the last moment Mansa Carthage moves out of the way. Austin Jameson Mercer crashes into the mat. Austin gets up, he stumbles towards Mansa, and Austin Jameson Mercer gets lifted up, and dropped with the Dragon’s Desecend!! Mansa goes into the cover on AJM. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage gets the victory over Austin Jameson Mercer.
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-The Maledictum is focused on bringing the champions pain tonight.
King-They will have that chance, and more tonight.
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system as Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, 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 and Tony Ikeda are going to be difficult to beat.
King-Jackson can be knocked down 100 times, he get up 101…what if someone knocks him down 102
Kris Gaffney-Huh….I imagine, still gets up?
[Jackson Gunner and Samael Dredd pace around the ring. Samael Dredd goes for a wild fist to the face, but Jackson Gunner ducks under. Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face, and Samael Dredd goes for a wild fist to the face. Jackson Gunner ducks under Samael Dredd and he connects with a belly to back suplex that puts him down on the mat. Jackson Gunner waits for Samael Dredd to get up to his feet. Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Jackson Gunner attempts to whip him to the ropes, Samael Dredd reverses the ropes. Samael Dredd lowers his head, and Jackson Gunner counters with a running DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner makes the tag to Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda waits as Samael Dredd stumbles up, and Tony Ikeda hooks Samael Dredd, and he connects with a full nelson suplex. Tony Ikeda 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-So far the tag team champions have neutralize the height advantage of the challengers.
King-Not quite how the Maledictum saw this going.
Kris Gaffney-Probably not, but the match isn’t over yet.
[Tony Ikeda measures up on Samael Dredd who is slow to get up by the ropes, and Tony Ikeda tries to attack him, but Samael Dredd throws him over the ropes. Tony Ikeda lands on his feet, and he connects with a fist to the face of Samael Dredd, Tony Ikeda tries to get back into the ring, but Dredd is able to counter with a kick to the face. Samael Dredd hooks Tony Ikeda, and he drops Tony Ikeda with the Doomsayers curse Samael Dredd is able to make the tag to Fenrir Kaine who steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Fenrir Kaine whips Tony Ikeda to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Tony Ikeda gets hit with a spinning heel kick to face by Fenrir Kaine. Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that puts down on Tony Ikeda. Fenrir Kaine makes the tag to Samael Dredd.]
JR-The Maledictum is looking to end this match.
King-We’ll see if they can take advantage.
[Tony Ikeda stumbles up to his feet, and Samae Dredd lifts up Tony Ikeda, and he holds him up, and he spins around, but at the last moment Tony Ikeda is able to get free, and Tony pushes Samael forward, and Samael hits into Fenrir, Fenrir Kaine falls off of the apron, and on the floor around ring side. Samael stumbles backwards, Tony Ikeda school boy pins Samael Dredd the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………3!!]
JR-The Maledictum took the champions to their limit tonight, but the champions found their moment.
King-They wanted bring them pain, and they did, maybe that’s what left the door open.
(Jackson Gunner helps Tony Ikeda up as their on the ramp as the teams stare down each other as Shockwave goes off the air.)