(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The fireworks end, and we get 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, hello and welcome I’m good ol’ JR Jim Ross, I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
Kris Gaffney-Tonight we will not only have a big match as Zack Ryder, Ragnar Ayerswindale, and Joey Bellarosa face off for the number one contendership to the IC championship.
Kris Gaffney-Each wrestler will want to make an impact.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
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[Lights throughout the arena dim to near darkness, creating an atmosphere of suspense and anticipation. Suddenly, the sound of ticking clocks and whirring gears fills the air, building a sense of intrigue.]
[A large, digital clock appears on the titantron, its hands spinning wildly before stopping abruptly. As it strikes a mysterious, undefined hour, the arena bursts into a dazzling display of lights. Strobes and spotlights flash in a chaotic yet mesmerizing pattern, simulating the effect of time travel.]
[The entrance ramp and ring are illuminated with swirling lights that mimic the flow of time - colors shifting rapidly as if moving through different eras. Fog machines generate a thick mist across the ramp, adding to the mystical and otherworldly ambiance.]
[From the back emerges "Temporal" Travis Vortex, adorned in his eclectic time-traveler’s gear, with his crucial timepiece prominently displayed. He moves with a confident swagger, occasionally pausing as if momentarily disoriented or lost in time, adding to his eccentric character.]
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[As the opening beats of "Protect Ya Neck" by Wu-Tang Clan start to resonate throughout the arena, the lights dim to a moody, understated ambiance. A single spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp, creating a sense of anticipation and mystery.]
[The titantron flickers to life, displaying a montage of New York City’s shadowy streets and skylines, setting the stage for Billy Breeze’s entrance. The screen then transitions to a spectral figure moving through the darkness, New Yorks own vigilante, The Crimson Wraith.]
[Suddenly, a soft, blue glow illuminates the ramp, casting a cool, ghostly light. A thin layer of fog creeps along the floor, adding to the spectral atmosphere, suggesting the presence of something or someone not quite of this world.]
[Then, emerging from the back, Billy Breeze strolls out nonchalantly, his demeanor calm and composed, but with a readiness that you cannot train for. He’s dressed in his signature ring gear, exuding a quiet confidence. Rex "Retro" Savage follows behind, his flamboyant attire contrasting with Billy’s simplicity, playing up to the crowd and hyping them up.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Hailing from the shadows of New York City, here is the enigmatic, the unpredictable... Specter, Billy Breeze!"
[Billy’s walk to the ring is unhurried, his eyes scanning the crowd with a detached yet intense gaze. The spotlight follows him, keeping him the focal point amidst the dimly lit arena. He occasionally pauses, giving the audience a nod or a slight smirk, but his silence speaks volumes.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Billy slides in effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. Rex "Retro" Savage takes a position at ringside, continuing to interact with the crowd and serve as Billy's charismatic mouthpiece.]
[The music and lights subtly shift as Billy prepares for the match, the fog dissipating and the spotlight fading, leaving Billy in the ring, a figure both enigmatic and ready for combat, as the arena buzzes with excitement for the upcoming match.]
JR-Travis Vortex and Billy Breeze know what it’s like to be champions.
King-Now they have a chance to get on the road to being it again.
Kris Gaffney-Like they have a time machine!
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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 were more recently the tag team champions.
King-Now they have a chance to regain them.
[Travis Vortex and Malek Voss stand in the middle of the ring. Travis Vortex throws a few wild fists to the face that Malek Voss seem to absorb, and he connects with a head butt that puts him down on the mat. Travis Vortex is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Travis Vortex dazed gets up to his feet. Malek Voss connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Malek Voss whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Malek Voss lowers his head, and he connects with a big back body drop that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. He is slow to get up to his feet. Travis Vortex falls into the corner, and Malek Voss connects with a body avalanche into the corner. Malek Voss makes the tag to Vince Navarro who steps inside of the ring, and he waits for Travis Vortex to stumble towards him. Vince Navarro connects with a kick to the gut that doubles him over, he sets up Travis Vortex, and he connects with a vertical suplex, spins up, and hits another vertical suplex, and spins up, and finally hits another to complete amigos forever. Vince Navarro goes into the cover on Travis Vortex. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Travis Vortex!!]
JR-Travis Vortex is going to be difficult to defeat.
King-However the former tag team champions are up for the task.
Kris Gaffney-They are looking to being champions again.
[Travis Vortex is able to slide out of the back, Vince Navarro goes for a wild fist to the face. Travis Vortex ducks under, and he connects with a reverse neck breaker that puts down Vince Navarro. Travis Vortex gets up to his feet, and he jumps, and he makes the tag to Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze steps inside of the ring, and he takes down Vince Navarro with a running clothesline. Billy Breeze waits for Vince Navarro to get up to his feet, once he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, Billy Breeze connects with a few fists to the face, and he tries to whip Vince Navarro to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Vince Navarro. Billy Breeze bounces off of the ropes, and he goes for a clothesline, but he ducks under. Vince Navarro turns around, and Billy Breeze connects with a Harlem Hook that dorps Vince Navarro. Billy Breeze goes into the cover on Vince Navarro. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……..Vince Navarro kicks out!! Billy Breeze makes the tag to Travis Vortex.]
JR-Travis Vortex is looking to end this match.
King-I’m pretty certain Vince Navarro is wishing he had a time machine right now.
[Travis Vortex runs at Vince Navarro, but Vince ducks under, and he pushes Travis towards Billy, Billy falls off of the apron. Vince makes the tag to Voss. Malek Voss hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he drops Travis Vortex with a Worldbreaker!! Voss goes into the cover on Travis, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………….3!!]
JR-It will be the former tag team champions who have won a chance to take back the tag team championships.
The anticipation escalated dramatically as the lights shifted, swirling beams of vibrant energy washing over the crowd, triggering an eruption of cheers. Moments later, "Game On" by Disciple exploded through the speakers, sending fans into a frenzy as Tony Ikeda confidently strode onto the stage. Standing tall, shoulders back, with a knowing smile etched upon his face, Ikeda paused briefly to soak in the roaring approval of his loyal supporters. Seconds later, Zack Ryder burst through the curtains, feeding off the electric energy radiating from the fans, arms raised triumphantly as his signature enthusiasm fueled the arena. Tony turned, offering a subtle nod to Ryder, both men confident and united in their mission.]
Jim Ross: "Here come the Badd Bros! Tony Ikeda, the consummate veteran, teamed with Zack Ryder, who's as fired-up as ever. This should be a fantastic contest!"
Jerry "The King" Lawler: "Absolutely, JR! Ikeda has always been the master strategist, and Ryder brings the fire and intensity. But don't underestimate The Blokes—those guys mean serious business tonight."
Kris Gaffney: "The Badd Bros better be careful. Lugus and Thorn didn't show up tonight to lose. One mistake from Ryder or Ikeda, and it’s lights out."
[Ikeda and Ryder entered the ring, standing together to send a silent but clear message of unity and strength. The referee stepped forward, ensuring both teams understood the stakes, before signaling for the opening bell.]
[The match commenced with Zack Ryder squaring off against Victor Thorn. Ryder bounced lightly on his feet, cautious yet eager, while Thorn moved forward aggressively. Thorn lunged, attempting a quick takedown, but Ryder deftly evaded, countering immediately with sharp forearm strikes, forcing Thorn onto the defensive. Ryder whipped Victor into the ropes, catching him squarely with a dropkick that connected perfectly, dropping Thorn to the mat early. Ryder quickly capitalized, wrenching Thorn’s arm in a tight armbar to establish initial dominance.]
[Despite Ryder’s early advantage, Thorn used brute strength to reverse momentum, driving Zack into his corner. Thorn tagged in Lugus Cuhullin, who entered the ring like a bulldozer, delivering a crushing knee strike into Ryder’s midsection, doubling him over. Lugus followed with a thunderous vertical suplex, slamming Ryder down with authority. Lugus dragged Ryder back to his corner, allowing Thorn to tag in once more, demonstrating solid teamwork as they isolated Ryder, cutting off the ring expertly.]
Jerry Lawler: "Smart strategy from The Blokes here, isolating Ryder and preventing the tag to Ikeda."
Jim Ross: "Classic tag-team psychology. Ryder desperately needs that tag."
[Ryder continued fighting valiantly, trading blows and absorbing punishment. Thorn applied a punishing sleeper hold, attempting to sap Zack's strength, but Ryder, fueled by the chanting crowd, rallied courageously. With a burst of adrenaline, Ryder surged forward, flipping Thorn overhead to escape the hold. Zack scrambled towards Tony Ikeda, hand outstretched, desperately reaching for the critical tag.]
[The arena roared when Ryder’s fingertips brushed Ikeda's outstretched hand, bringing Tony storming into action. Ikeda burst into the ring, eyes alight with intensity. He mowed down Thorn with a series of swift, powerful clotheslines, each impact louder and more decisive than the last. Lugus entered the ring to intervene, but Tony anticipated him, pivoting sharply and drilling Lugus with a precise elbow strike that sent him sprawling through the ropes onto the floor.]
Jim Ross: "Ikeda cleaning house here! This is why he’s known as one of the EMF’s greatest!"
Kris Gaffney: "Experience matters, folks, and Tony Ikeda is showing it right now."
[With Thorn momentarily stunned, Tony hoisted him into a textbook Full Nelson Slam, driving him to the canvas with impressive authority. Without missing a beat, Tony capitalized further, transitioning smoothly into a tight submission hold, wrenching Thorn's limbs painfully. Thorn grimaced, clawing desperately towards the ropes as Ikeda applied merciless pressure.]
[Outside the ring, Lugus regained his bearings, angrily pacing and shouting encouragement to his struggling partner. Finally, Thorn lunged toward the ropes, fingertips barely grazing the bottom strand, forcing Ikeda to break the hold. Tony stood back momentarily, calculated, knowing precisely when to escalate.]
[Ikeda tagged Zack Ryder back in, providing him an opening to reassert his energy. Ryder ascended to the top rope and soared through the air, landing a spectacular missile dropkick on the groggy Thorn, who crumpled instantly. Ryder sprang to his feet, fist-pumping energetically to rally the ecstatic crowd. Zack signaled for his signature Broski Boot, positioning himself across from Thorn, who remained dazed, slumped against the bottom turnbuckle.]
Jerry Lawler: "Here comes Ryder's Broski Boot!"
[Ryder charged forward, connecting cleanly with the Broski Boot, causing Thorn to slump even further, visibly weakened. Zack sensed victory was near, quickly dragging Thorn away from the ropes, hooking his leg for a decisive pin attempt. The referee dropped down, slapping the mat: one… two… just as his hand hovered inches from a third slap, Lugus stormed in, desperately breaking the pin.]
Kris Gaffney: "That was too close! Ryder almost stole it!"
Jim Ross: "Great ring awareness by Lugus there, but The Blokes are reeling. Ryder and Ikeda have got momentum firmly on their side."
[Frustrated but determined, Ryder tagged Ikeda once more, as the two prepared for a final tandem maneuver. Thorn staggered upright, clearly struggling, barely conscious of his surroundings. Tony swiftly hoisted Thorn onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position, turning deliberately towards Ryder. Zack took a deep breath, climbing to the top turnbuckle and launched himself spectacularly into a Rough Ryder from the elevated position, connecting flawlessly. Tony immediately followed by dropping Thorn forcefully to the mat.]
[The crowd erupted in thunderous approval as Zack scrambled for the cover. Lugus charged the ring again to interrupt, but Tony intercepted him with a perfectly timed running boot, sending Lugus tumbling back outside. With the ring cleared, the referee counted again, this time uninterrupted: one… two… three!]
Jerry Lawler: "And that’s it! The Badd Bros have done it! Zack Ryder scores the victory!"
Jim Ross: "Incredible teamwork tonight from Ryder and Ikeda. A clear statement made here in the EMF."
Kris Gaffney: "I’ll give them credit; that was a perfectly executed finish. Tony's strategy, Zack’s execution—perfect harmony."
[Ikeda and Ryder stood triumphantly in the center of the ring, fists raised high in victory, absorbing the jubilant ovation from their fans. The referee raised their hands officially as their music blared through the arena speakers. Outside the ring, Lugus Cuhullin and Victor Thorn regrouped, frustration etched clearly across their faces as they made a slow, defeated retreat back up the ramp.]
Jim Ross: "The Blokes showed heart and skill, but tonight the experience and cohesion of Tony Ikeda and Zack Ryder were simply unmatched."
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Kenny Omegrape parachutes into the arena which has a retractable roof all of a sudden, and lands in the ring only for fans to throw grapes at him.)
JR-Well….that was…certainly interesting…
Kris Gaffney-Where did the roof come from.
King-I’d say Melon Gods…but have you seen what sports team demand these days…man..
[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’s power has gotten him the IC championship.
King-We’ll see if takes him further….I mean he’s facing GOD what better challenge?
Kris Gaffney-…guess if I needed to prove myself…
[Mansa Carthage and Kenny Omegrape stand in the middle of the ring, and Kenny Omegrape grabs Mansa Carthage around the throat as he yells about the greatness of the Melon Gods, and Mansa Carthage is able to counter with a knee lift to the gut that doubles him over, and he whips Kenny Omegrape to the ropes, Mansa picks up Kenny Omegrape, and he drops him with a one man flap jack that sends him flying down on the mat. He is slow to get up to his feet, he connects with a flying knee to the face that puts down Kenny Omegrape. Kenny Omegrape is slow to get up to his feet, and Mansa Carthage connects with a standing spike spine buster. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he waits for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet, and Mansa Carthage runs out of the corner, and Mansa Carthage jumps in the air, and he catches Kenny Omegrape with a super man punch to the face. Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…….KICK OUT by Kenny Omegrape!!]
King-Superman might be superman, but he’s not GOD!
Kris Gaffney-Some people would disagree.
Lex Luger-I don’t KNOOOOOOOOOOOOW!
King-Close enough…
[Kenny Omegrape gets picked up by Mansa Carthage, Kenny Omegrape gets put on his shoulders, but he is able to slide out of the back. Kenny Omegrape pushes Mansa Carthage into the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage jumps in the air, and he connects with a standing drop kick that puts knocks back Mansa Carthage, and he is now in the corner. Kenny Omegrape hits a splash in the corner, and he pulls Mana out of the corner, and he connects with a quick DDT inot the mat. Kenny Omegrape gets ready, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a running knee to the face that puts down Mansa Carthage. Kenny Omegrape goes into the cover on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage. Kenny Omegrape connects with a few stomps, and he waits for Mansa Carthage to get up to his feet, calling to end this match.]
JR-Kenny Omegrape is looking to end this match!
Kris Gaffney-How do you think this is going to go?
King-It’ll go when the Melon Gods say it goes!
[Kenny Omegrape sets up Mansa Carthage. Kenny Omegrape gets blocked, and Mansa Carthage connects with the Dragon’s Descent!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage gets the victory.
Jerry Lawler: "That's why they're The Badd Bros, JR—relentless, focused, and victorious!"
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.
JR-Samael Dredd is a former champion, but like his opponent has only been in the EMF for a certain amount of time.
King-Even though that’s true, due to his dominance it’s almost like he’s been in the EMF longer than he actually has been.
Kris Gaffney-That’s true.
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 has a lot of experience in his corner, and a lot of talent.
King-If he can use both, he’ll have a great career in the EMF.
Kris Gaffney-That’s always the question if wrestlers can do that.
[Samael Dredd and Joe Lamont stand in the middle of the ring. Joe Lamont is able to throw a few fists to the face, and it seems to effect the former champion, and he attempts to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Samael Dredd, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he bounces off of the orpes. Samael Dredd throws him up in the air, and he crashes into the mat. Joe Lamont is in a lot of pain, and he rolls under the ropes, and Joe Lamont recovers, and he tries to get back into the ring, and once he gets back into the ring, he gets hit with a kick to the face that makes Joe Lamont fall in the middle of the ropes, and he gets hooked, and dropped with the Doomslayers Cruse that drops Joe Lamont. Joe Lamont stumbles up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet Samael Dredd connects with a Black Decay!! Joe Lamont is down on the mat. Samael Dredd 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-Samael Dredd almost took down the Cyclone.
King-I’m waiting for the Hurricane to take on the Cyclone.
Kris Gaffney-One day…
[Samael Dredd picks him up, and he lifts him up, but Joe Lamont is able to struggle out of the back,a nd he pushes him towards the corner, he crashes into the corner. Samael Dredd crashes into the corner, and he stumbles backwards Joe Lamont connects with the disaster with this chance to rest up he crawls under the ropes, and he pulls himself up on the apron. But at this point Samael Dredd has recovered, and he runs at Joe Lamont, but it’s countered with a hang man that makes Samael Dredd stumble backwards. Joe Lamont pulls himself up again, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he measures up on Samael Dredd, and he connects with the wind change on Samael Dredd putting him down on the mat. Joe Lamont 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. Joe Lamont connects with a few stomps on Samael Dredd, and then decides to end this match.]
JR-Joe Lamont is looking to end this match.
King-The cyclone is showing his power.
Kris Gaffney-Let’s just hope he’s not over land, he’ll start losing it!
[Joe Lamont picks up Samael Dredd, but Dredd counters with a reverse jaw breaker. Samael Dredd hooks Joe Lamont, and he drops him with the Judgment End!! Joe Lamont is out of it. Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-Samael Dredd gets the victory.
(Lights go black and "Twilight of the Thunder God" by Amon Amarth blasts over the loud speakers. The crowd erupts as red, white, and blue lights strobe across the arena, sparks raining from the ceiling. The camera pans up into the crowd—halfway down the steps stands Jackson Gunner, TV Championship over his back, Tag Team Title around his neck, Jess by his side and Mary Bromfield with them. The fans reach out, high-fiving all three as they make their way down the stairs, Gunner rips off his tank and tosses it into the crowd, pounding his chest and throwing his arms up in an X as Jess and Mary shout to the fans and hype them up.)
Announcer: "Ladies and Gentlemen, making their way to the ring, accompanied by Mary Bromfield, the team of Jess and one half of the EMF Tag Team Champions and current Television Champion, JACKSON 'KOA KOA' GUNNER!"
(At the barricade, Gunner hops over with ease, Jess following, Mary coming through the gate. Gunner jumps up to the apron, grabs the top rope and leaps into the ring. Jess slides under the ropes, Mary joins them at ringside. Jackson climbs the ropes, arms up in an X to the roaring crowd, while Jess and Mary rally fans from the corner. The trio stands ready, eyes on the entrance, as the lights come up and the arena buzzes.)
JR: “Listen to this place, King! Gunner, Jess, and Mary have the whole building behind them tonight!”
King: “Yeah, JR, but I hope they said their prayers—because when Azar and Inferna show up, it’s going to be a nightmare!”
KG: “I’m just glad the Melon Gods let me be here for this one!”
(“I’m better than you and you know it” echoes coldly through the arena, the lights abruptly flickering to darkness as Lamb Of God’s “Overlord” thunders out. Emerald and gold strobes cut through the black, swirling on the stage where images of swirling money, flames, and ominous shadows twist together on the ramp. Out steps Azar Vulcan, World Championship shining on his shoulder, dressed in black and gold, his eyes glinting with wicked delight. At his side, Inferna emerges from the haze—her presence radiates menace and twisted elegance, dark cloak trailing behind her as she casts a cruel smirk to the jeering crowd.)
Announcer: "Ladies and gentleman, making their way to the ring, accompanied by Inferna, he is the Extreme Measures Federation World Champion… The Best In The World… Azar 'Mastermind' Vulcan!"
(Azar pauses atop the ramp, soaking in the hate, then throws a fist in the air—green-gold pyros shoot up as Inferna raises her arms, summoning shadowy wisps that seem to reach out from the stage. They descend the ramp together—Azar taunting fans, pretending to offer high-fives only to flip them off, Inferna brushing past outstretched hands with icy disdain. At ringside, Azar brandishes his title, face twisting in an arrogant sneer as Inferna circles the ring, her gaze icy and predatory. Azar slides onto the apron, wipes his boots theatrically, then vaults over the top rope with a single, athletic leap. He spins into the center of the ring, arms wide, championship held high, basking in the storm of boos. Inferna slips in behind him, crossing the ring with quiet malice, her eyes locked on Jess and Mary at ringside. Azar stalks into his corner, relaxing against the turnbuckle with a self-satisfied grin, draping the title across his shoulder, never breaking eye contact with Jackson Gunner.)
JR: “Azar Vulcan knows how to make an entrance, folks—World Champion, and he absolutely loves it when the crowd hates him. But don’t forget, Inferna’s at his side, and where the Maledictum walks, chaos follows.”
KG: “I wouldn’t want to cross them in a dark alley, JR! The Melon Gods might even be afraid!”
King: “Please, JR, admit it! Azar Vulcan’s the best in the world and he’s got the most beautiful backup in the business. Just look at that confidence, look at that gold! He’s better than you, and you know it!”
(The arena hums with anticipation, the tension almost unbearable as Azar and Inferna stand united in darkness, eyes burning with ambition and malice, ready for war. Azar leans back against the turnbuckle, arms crossed, a smug grin on his face. Inferna stands just in front of him, smirking darkly, eyes locked on the opposition. Across the ring, Jackson and Jess confer, Jess insisting she’ll start. Jackson hesitates, but nods, pulling her into a tight embrace. Just as they’re about to break the hug, Inferna launches across the ring with a sudden burst of speed, aiming to spear Jess in the back—but Jackson sees it coming, shoves Jess aside, and takes the full brunt of Inferna’s spear right into the corner. The crowd gasps as Inferna hammers Jackson into the turnbuckles. Jess spins, wraps up Inferna from behind, and attempts a release German suplex—Inferna, agile as a cat, flips in midair and lands on her feet. The ref signals, and the bell rings.)
DING! DING! DING!
(Jess and Inferna immediately clash in the center, trading rapid forearms and elbow strikes. Inferna grabs a handful of Jess’s hair and yanks her down for a knee strike, but Jess blocks it, answering with a quick roundhouse kick to Inferna’s side. Inferna shrugs it off, rushes Jess, and the two women tumble to the mat, rolling, scratching, and swinging for supremacy. Jess scrambles up first, tries for a running armdrag, but Inferna plants her feet, grabs Jess by the wrist, and whips her into the ropes. Jess rebounds, ducks a lariat, comes flying back with a springboard crossbody, but Inferna catches her, powers her up, and slams her with a snap powerslam. Inferna covers, but Jess kicks out immediately.
Undeterred, Inferna drags Jess to her feet, tries for a suplex—Jess twists out, lands behind, grabs Inferna in a waistlock. Inferna throws wild elbows, but Jess hangs on, rolling Inferna up in a tight pin—one!—but Inferna rolls through and pops up, driving a basement dropkick into Jess’s shoulder. Inferna hauls Jess up, whips her to the corner, follows with a vicious running back elbow. Jess stumbles out, dazed, and Inferna hooks her, looking for a fisherman’s suplex—Jess counters, fighting free with short headbutts and a spinning heel kick that catches Inferna in the jaw, staggering her. The crowd is roaring as Jess pulls herself up, determination burning in her eyes. Inferna wipes blood from her lip, grinning, and circles, knowing the fight is far from over.)
JR: “Jess showing she’s got guts, but Inferna is just relentless tonight, King!”
King: “I love it, JR! Look at Inferna go! She’s gonna mop the floor with Jess—and if Azar gets in there, Jackson’s in for the same fate!”
KG: “Hey, this is what happens when you sign up for a tag match against the Maledictum! The faces are tough, but the odds are stacked!”
(The brawl in the ring rages on, Jess fighting from underneath, refusing to be broken by Inferna’s relentless assault. Inferna is in full control now, dragging Jess up by the hair and drilling her with a hard knee to the ribs. Jess drops to a knee, but Inferna follows up with a double axe handle to the back, then hoists Jess up and drives her face-first into the top turnbuckle. The ref checks on Jess, but Inferna just shoves him aside and fires off rapid-fire forearms, pinning Jess in the corner. Jess tries to cover up, but Inferna pulls her back by the arm and flattens her with a big clothesline. The fans rally, chanting for Jess, but Inferna stomps on her knee and then drops a stiff elbow across her back. Jess crawls toward her corner, hand outstretched, desperation on her face. But Inferna grabs her by the ankle, dragging her back toward the center of the ring. Jess fights it—kicking, spinning, and rolling through to send Inferna stumbling away. Jess scrambles up and swings a wild forearm, catching Inferna in the jaw. The crowd erupts as Jess delivers a quick dropkick, knocking Inferna back. Inferna stumbles, collides with the referee, and he turns his back for a moment. Jess sees her chance and leaps toward the corner, stretching for the "hot tag"—
But just as Jess reaches for Jackson’s hand, Nuri on the outside grabs both of Jackson's ankles and yanks him clean off the apron. Jackson hits the floor, glaring up at Nuri as she backs away, hands raised innocently, a wicked grin on her face. Mary comes sprinting around the ring, yelling at Nuri, but Nuri just waves and winks, taunting Mary and the fans. Inside the ring, Inferna shakes off the cobwebs, sees Jess stranded, and pounces. She grabs Jess by the hair and drags her to the middle, slamming her down hard, then plants a knee right into Jess’s lower back, wrenching her arms up in a brutal surfboard stretch. Jess screams, teeth clenched, but shakes her head as the ref asks if she wants to quit.
Inferna transitions, yanking Jess up and drilling her with a spinning backfist, then a snapmare, and finishes with a stiff basement dropkick to the back of Jess's head. Jess collapses, dazed, but still stirs, refusing to stay down. Inferna, getting frustrated, stands over Jess and stomps on her hand as she reaches for Jackson again. Jess grimaces in pain but uses her free hand to shove Inferna's leg and manage to swing a weak punch up at Inferna’s midsection. Inferna just laughs, grabs Jess by the hair, and slams her back to the mat, making a show of brushing her hands together, confident and cruel.)
JR: “Come on, that’s a disgrace! Nuri’s got no business interfering in this match! Jess is fighting for her life out there!”
King: “Oh, let’s not get dramatic, JR! Nuri’s just helping her friends win! Besides, Jess needs to toughen up if she wants to play with the big girls!”
KG: “That was sneaky, I’ll give you that! But Jess isn’t quitting. She’s one tough cookie—maybe too tough for her own good!”
(Inferna stands tall over the battered Jess, crowding her, the match slipping further and further from the faces’ control, but Jess’s fighting spirit is far from extinguished. Inferna drags Jess up and drills her with another knee, then whips her violently into the turnbuckle. Jess slumps, groggy, and Inferna charges in, landing a running hip attack that sends Jess crumpling to the mat. Inferna yanks Jess back to her feet by the ponytail, screaming in her face before planting her with a snap suplex. Jess arches her back in pain as Inferna covers—ONE, TWO, Jess kicks out! Frustrated, Inferna stomps away at Jess’s back, then hauls her up and whips her to the ropes. Inferna swings for a lariat, but Jess ducks under and rebounds with a spinning heel kick—Inferna barely dodges, Jess lands on her feet, but Inferna tries a German suplex. Jess elbows out, spins behind, and hits a desperation neckbreaker! Both women are down. The crowd starts to thunder with "LET’S GO JESS!" as both crawl for their corners.
Inferna grabs Jess’s ankle, but Jess rolls through, kicks Inferna in the face, and finally dives across the mat—tag to Jackson! The crowd explodes as Jackson leaps clean over the ropes, landing right in front of Inferna as she stumbles up. Inferna, fired up, slaps Jackson across the face with all her strength. Jackson just grins, nodding his head and pointing to Azar. The crowd eats it up. Inferna, infuriated, shoves Jackson hard in the chest and goes for another slap, but Jackson catches her wrist and gives her a knowing look. Azar, seeing this, quickly ducks through the ropes, calls to Inferna, “My turn,” and she flashes a wicked smile as she steps out, tagging Azar in with a slap to his chest.
Azar and Jackson stand toe-to-toe in the center of the ring—Azar with that signature cocky, sly grin, Jackson with an easy, wild-eyed smile, clearly loving the chaos. They lock up, Azar slips behind, Jackson swings an elbow but Azar ducks and goes for a waistlock takedown—Jackson reverses, arm-dragging Azar to the mat, but Azar kips up immediately. Jackson charges, Azar leapfrogs him, hits the ropes, tries a springboard crossbody—Jackson catches him, spins him, Azar lands on his feet behind and pushes Jackson into the ropes, rolls him up—ONE, but Jackson rolls through, pops up and nearly decapitates Azar with a running lariat, but Azar matrix-ducks under, kips up, and swings with a spinning heel kick—Jackson blocks, spins Azar around and attempts a back suplex, but Azar flips out and lands on his feet! The crowd is on their feet, roaring as the action comes to a fever pitch—neither man giving an inch, both showing off the very best of their athleticism and will to win.
Jackson and Azar explode out of their standoff, both men moving at a blinding pace. Azar charges first, looking for a running knee—Jackson sidesteps and counters with a sharp Muay Thai elbow to the jaw, but Azar spins out, grabs Jackson's wrist, and pulls him into a short-arm lariat! Jackson bounces right back up, Azar goes for a roundhouse kick—Jackson ducks, lifts Azar up in a fireman’s carry, but Azar rains down elbows, slips behind, and goes for a German suplex. Jackson blocks, hooks the leg, and flips Azar over with a standing switch! Azar pops to his feet—Jackson charges for a spear, Azar leapfrogs, hits the ropes, springboards off the second rope for a twisting moonsault, but Jackson catches him mid-air, swings him around, but Azar lands behind and drives Jackson to a knee with a spinning back kick! Azar sprints to the ropes, rebounds, goes for a handspring cutter—Jackson counters, catching Azar in midair and planting him with a wicked spinebuster! The crowd erupts, but Azar kicks out at two.
Jackson yanks Azar up, whips him into the corner, charges for a Stinger Splash—Azar moves, Jackson eats turnbuckle, Azar runs up the corner, flips back with a moonsault, Jackson catches him AGAIN, but Azar lands elbows, drops behind, hooks the arms—double underhook backbreaker by Azar! Jackson rolls away, clutching his back, but won’t stay down. Azar tries a penalty kick, Jackson rolls through and pops up—BAM! Jackson nails Azar with a superkick of his own! Azar collapses, but as Jackson lifts him for a powerbomb, Azar counters, swinging his legs up and snapping Jackson into a hurricanrana! Azar covers—ONE! TWO!—Jackson powers out, kipping up as Azar does the same.
Both men stare each other down for a split second, sweat flying, the crowd at a fever pitch. Azar smirks, Jackson roars, and they collide again—Azar with rapid-fire Muay Thai knees, Jackson blocks, answers with a snap overhead belly-to-belly suplex, launching Azar halfway across the ring! Azar scrambles up, ducks a lariat, comes back with a springboard enzuigiri that catches Jackson flush on the temple! Both men drop to one knee, exhaustion and adrenaline mixing with the roaring crowd noise as their partners pound the turnbuckles and scream encouragement. The arena is electric—this is a war neither man intends to lose.)
JR: “BAH GAWD! Listen to this place, King! These two are beating the absolute hell outta each other—this is what championship wrestling is all about! Azar Vulcan and Jackson Gunner are putting it all on the line!”
King: “I love it, JR! But let’s be honest, Azar’s just letting Jackson get his hopes up. This is just a warmup for the Devil Himself! And Inferna is loving every second—look at that smile! Can you blame her? I’d smile too if I was in the ring with Azar!”
KG: “You know, I think the Melon Gods might be watching this one from the best seat in the house! And honestly, JR, if you ask me, The Maledictum’s got this in the bag—Azar’s barely even started the mind games. Jackson’s gonna be seeing spinning melons after this one!”
JR: “Listen to this crowd, King! They’re chanting ‘THIS IS AWESOME!’ and I gotta agree with ‘em! Bah gawd, what a match!”
(The action inside the ring reaches a fever pitch as Azar tries to outmaneuver Jackson with a blur of strikes and a handspring back elbow. Jackson stumbles but fires back, catching Azar with a leaping knee to the jaw! Azar rebounds off the ropes, leaps for a breathtaking springboard corkscrew moonsault—but Jackson catches him in midair! The crowd erupts as Gunner transitions seamlessly, hoisting Azar onto his shoulders, spins, and plants him with a thunderous, leaping Burning Samoan that shakes the canvas.
Jackson hooks the leg for the cover—)
ONE!
(Inferna darts in, sliding under the bottom rope—)
TWO!
(Jess sprints in as well and the two women collide mid-ring, brawling wildly as the crowd roars.)
THHHHRRRR—(Azar somehow kicks out!)
JR: “BAH GAWD, I can’t believe it! Jackson Gunner just hit the move of a lifetime and Azar STILL finds a way to survive!”
King: “Of course he did, JR! He’s better than everyone here and you know it! The Devil Himself is on another level!”
KG: “Melon Gods must’ve toughened his skull or something—no way a normal man gets up after that, bahaha!”
(Jess and Inferna’s brawl spills over, both flipping over the top rope and crashing to the outside, trading wild rights as the fans are on their feet, the atmosphere electric as the wild tag match barrels on! The chaos spills over as the referee shouts at Inferna and Jess outside the ring, trying desperately to regain control. Jackson, seeing the brawl escalating, slides out and steps between the women, urging Jess to focus as Inferna snarls back. The two are separated, glaring daggers, and as Jackson re-enters the ring, the referee is still distracted, shouting that they need to tag to fight. Jackson leans over to grab Azar—but Azar, quick as a serpent, shoots his arm up for a brutal low blow, dropping Gunner to his knees. In a flash, Azar springs up, spins, and drills Jackson with a devastating MONEY MAKER! Azar collapses into the cover, hooking both legs as the ref finally slides into position—)
ONE!
TWO!
(Inferna sees Jess about to dart into the ring and charges at her from the apron. Jess leaps straight to the top turnbuckle, launches herself off, and mid-air collides with Inferna—both women crash with thunderous impact into Jackson and Azar, shattering the pin attempt right as the referee’s hand comes down for the three!)
JR: “BAH GAWD! Jess just saved the match for her team, putting her body on the line! That’s what you call heart, King!”
King: “More like chaos, JR! But it doesn’t matter—Azar Vulcan had Jackson beat! The Devil Himself IS better than everyone in this building, and you KNOW it!”
KG: “That’s gotta be some Melon God acrobatics right there, or maybe Jess just doesn’t care about gravity! Insane!”
(Both teams scramble. Azar and Inferna, still dazed, manage to make it to their corner first. Inferna tags herself in, and as soon as she’s legal, Jess is back in—Jackson rolling out to recover, clutching his midsection. The match surges on, Inferna and Jess now in the ring, the crowd at a fever pitch as these two prepare for another collision! Inferna and Jess continue their wild scramble inside the ring, exchanging lightning-quick holds and hard strikes, sweat flying with every connection. The referee’s focus is locked in, never leaving the two women as the crowd’s roar swells. Outside the ring, Nuri stalks over to the battered Jackson Gunner, who’s trying to recover near the barricade. Without hesitation, Nuri grinds her boot across his throat, crushing him against the metal. Gunner chokes, clutching at her leg. Mary Bromfield rushes over to help, but Nuri only flashes a wicked smirk, then turns and shoves Mary viciously, sending her tumbling against the barricade.
Nuri turns, dark amusement in her eyes, and steps in close to Mary—her voice dripping with venom as she hisses some ancient threat only Mary can hear. With slow, deliberate menace, Nuri’s fingers wrap around Mary’s throat. Mary struggles, eyes wide, as Nuri leans in, speaking quietly—her words too chilling for the ringside microphones. At that moment, the arena lights flicker ominously, and a cold hush falls over the crowd. Emerging from the shadows at ringside is Asmodeus—the grandfather of Azar Vulcan, a man of regal posture and ancient evil, dressed in an immaculate, old-world suit and cloak, his eyes bottomless and unreadable. In his hands, he carries a weapon that seems out of time: a blackened, rune-etched ceremonial scepter, its cruel iron head marked by the passage of centuries, rumored to have seen the blood of empires.
Asmodeus walks with slow, elegant precision, every movement deliberate, exuding a chilling authority. He lifts the scepter and—without a word—strikes Gunner across the back of the head! Jackson collapses, blood beginning to run down his neck, the crowd recoiling in collective shock. Mary, for a moment frozen in the gravity of true evil, can only stare as Asmodeus glances her way, his expression inscrutable but terrifying. Inside the ring, Jess, catching sight of the chaos outside, is caught by Inferna, who snakes around her and yanks her into a vicious crossface, wrenching her neck and back with all her might. The ref remains locked on the submission, missing everything outside as the crowd screams and pounds the barricades.
Mary, gasping and still clutching her throat, gathers herself and glares at Nuri, who advances with a cruel smile. Nuri suddenly slaps Mary hard across the face, a thunderous crack echoing through the arena. Jess, still in agony, claws for the ropes as Nuri makes another rush—this time, Mary dodges and lands a desperate elbow to Nuri’s mouth, knocking her back in shock. Even Mary seems surprised by her own counter. Nuri, snarling, rushes at Mary again, but Asmodeus, calm and utterly in control, lifts a hand and simply blocks her path, offering her a patient, cold smile as if to say, “Not now.” The implication is clear—when true evil is present, everyone else is just a pawn. Mary, wasting no time, rushes over to help Jackson Gunner, who is bleeding and dazed on the floor, the ringside chaos nearly boiling over as security and officials crowd the scene. Inferna cinches her submission in deeper, Jess’s pain and defiance echoing throughout the arena. The battle between A Few Badd Men and The Maledictum has entered a new, horrifying chapter—the ring and the ringside alike now haunted by an ancient evil’s touch, and the fans are left stunned as the match rages on.)
JR: “This is out of control! Asmodeus and Nuri have no business at ringside, and now look at this—Mary just stood up to Nuri like a house on fire, but Jackson Gunner’s taken a scepter to the back of the head! This is an absolute disgrace, King!”
King: “Calm down, JR! That’s called family, and they’re just helping out! If you don’t want to get hurt, stay out of the way! Besides, I’m still trying to figure out what Mary put in her cereal this morning—she just clocked Nuri! But The Maledictum is showing why they’re the most dangerous group in EMF!”
KG: “Look, I’m not saying I’m picking sides, but you can’t argue with results! The Melon Gods must be smiling on The Maledictum tonight, JR! That’s supernatural power and world-class cheating in one!”
(The ref, confused and angry, leans over the ropes, shouting at Asmodeus, demanding to know what happened. Asmodeus just stares back with a calm, ancient smile, his hands folded over the scepter. The crowd is in a frenzy, jeering and booing as chaos reigns outside. Inside the ring, Jess—still battered from the submission—fights to her feet, clutching her knee. Inferna, cold and calculated, stalks her prey as Nuri slides back into the ring behind the ref’s back. Nuri dives, taking out Jess’s knee from behind with a vicious chop block, and then slips out, flashing a wicked grin. Azar sees Jackson moving to protect Mary outside. With a burst of speed, Azar charges, leaps effortlessly over the top rope, twisting in mid-air. Jackson, seeing it coming, shoves Mary out of harm’s way and takes the full impact himself—Azar crashing down on top of him, driving Jackson back into the barricade.
Back in the ring, Inferna seizes the opening. She yanks Jess in, lifts her in a double underhook, and spins with demonic force—driving Jess head-first into the mat with her new finisher, “Hell’s Descent” (a spinning underhook DDT, Inferna hooks both arms, lifts, and spins, crashing her opponent down head and neck first, her signature evil grin lighting up her face. Inferna covers!)
ONE!… TWO!… THREE!!
DING! DING! DING!
Ring Announcer: “Here are your winners—INFERNA and AZAR VULCAN!”
(The boos rain down as Azar slides into the ring, raising Inferna’s hand in victory. Nuri and Asmodeus join, all four standing tall, basking in the hatred of the crowd. Azar’s eyes never leave Jackson Gunner, who, battered and bleeding, scrambles into the ring to drag Jess out before the carnage can continue. Mary helps, the three of them backing up the ramp, bruised but defiant.)
JR: “This is highway robbery! That was four-on-three, a mugging, and the ref couldn’t keep any control! Disgusting!”
King: “Give the devils their due, JR! Azar and Inferna just proved again why they run this place. That was pure brilliance—cheating only counts if you get caught!”
KG: “The Maledictum’s got the Melon Gods’ blessing tonight, that’s for sure! Look at them! Unstoppable, JR! Unstoppable!”
(The crowd boos and throws trash as Azar, Inferna, Nuri, and Asmodeus mock Jackson, Jess, and Mary from the ring. Jackson, holding Jess and Mary close, glares back at Azar, wipes blood from his face, smiles, and yells, “This isn’t over!”. He turns to Mary, thanks her for being there, and tells Jess it’s ok, that they will get them back as Shockwave cuts to commercial.)
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder has a lot of experience in this sort of match.
King-He knows what to do, what not to do, that makes him dangerous.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that his opponents noted that.
The arena lights dim, plunging the space into an anticipatory darkness. A hushed silence falls over the crowd, broken only by the distant sound of thunder. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Medieval Viking Music - For Honor (Ft. Peyton Parrish)" resonate through the speakers, their haunting melody echoing in the vastness of the arena.
As the music swells, the titantron flickers to life, displaying a mist-covered Nordic landscape. Towering mountains and dense, shadowy forests under a twilight sky fill the screen, creating an atmosphere of ancient, rugged wilderness.
Amidst this mystical backdrop, scenes of Viking lore begin to unfold on the titantron. Images of longships sailing through stormy seas, warriors brandishing shields and axes, and ethereal figures of Valkyries descending from the heavens captivate the audience, weaving a tale of epic battles and Norse mythology.
A deep, bellowing horn sounds, reminiscent of a Gjallarhorn, heralding the approach of a warrior. The crowd stirs with excitement as a lone figure emerges from the backstage, his silhouette imposing and powerful.
Ragnar Ayerswindale steps into the light, his figure colossal and commanding. He stands for a moment at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena with a calm, unyielding gaze. His attire, a fusion of traditional Viking elements and modern combat gear, complements his muscular build, and Norse runes glint on his gear under the arena lights.
As he begins his descent down the ramp, the music intensifies. The titantron shows images of thunderous battles juxtaposed with serene, majestic landscapes of the Nordic fjords, symbolizing the duality of Ragnar's nature – both a fierce warrior and a stoic guardian of ancient traditions.
Ragnar's movements are deliberate and measured, exuding confidence and a sense of purpose. He occasionally pauses to make eye contact with fans, his expression unchanging, an embodiment of the calm before the storm.
Reaching the ring, Ragnar ascends the steel steps with ease. He stands on the apron for a moment, closing his eyes as if to draw strength from the gods themselves. Then, with a swift and fluid motion, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring.
The music reaches a crescendo, and Ragnar raises his arms, acknowledging the crowd and the arena. The Norse imagery on the titantron gives way to a single, ancient rune, glowing brightly as if imbued with mystical power.
As the music fades and the lights return to normal, Ragnar begins his pre-match ritual, a silent nod to the Viking warriors of old. The arena buzzes with anticipation, the presence of this modern-day Viking leaving an indelible mark on all who witness his entrance.
JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale experience isn’t something you can’t shrug off either.
King-And he has power…maybe not like Melon Gods power, but power none a less.
Kris Gaffney-……..
The arena lights slowly dim… not to black, but to a deep amber hue, casting long shadows across the entrance stage. A single spotlight hits the curtain. Then—
“And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder…”
Johnny Cash’s voice rolls out slow, cold, and final. “The Man Comes Around” begins—no pyro, no flash, just presence. The kind of presence that makes grown men sit up straight and keep their mouths shut.
Joey Bellarosa steps through the curtain with the confidence of a man who doesn’t walk—he arrives.
He’s dressed in a custom-fitted, jet-black suit. No tie. Collar loose. A single gold chain rests across his chest. He adjusts the cuffs on his jacket, like he’s preparing for a meeting—not a fight.
Flanking him are two women: Seraphine Quinn and Rosa Milioti.
Seraphine walks like a queen, calm and composed, her gaze forward, never breaking focus. Rosa, on the other side, chews gum, smirks, and scans the crowd like she’s daring someone to make eye contact. Together, they don’t follow Joey—they orbit him.
Smoke creeps across the floor like fog rolling in from the streets. The spotlight stays fixed on Joey as he slowly makes his way to the ring, never looking left or right. The crowd? They’re not booing. They’re not cheering. They’re watching. Respectfully. Nervously.
As the music swells—
“Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still…”
Joey reaches the ring steps and pauses. He removes his jacket, folds it with care, and hands it to Seraphine, who takes it without a word. Rosa cracks her knuckles and leans against the barricade, eyes still scanning the crowd.
Joey wipes his boots on the apron—not out of respect for the ring, but because this is his house, and you don’t walk filth across your own floors.
He enters the ring slow. Controlled. No wasted motion. He walks to the center and stands still, eyes down. When the music hits the final verse—
“…and behold, a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death…”
Joey lifts his chin. Stares dead into the hard cam. No emotion. No expression. Just the eyes of a man who’s already decided how this ends.
And then—
Samantha Irvin’s voice echoes with reverence and weight.
"Introducing… from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 245 pounds… he is The Don… JOEYYYYYY… BELLAROSA!"
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just stands in the center of the ring while the lights return to full.
Because the match hasn’t started.
Not yet.
Joey’s just letting you understand what you stepped into.
This isn’t hype.
This is business.
And business is about to be handled.
JR-This is the debut of Joey Bellarosa.
King-And it’s in the main event….kind of wonder if that’s ever happened before.
Kris Gaffney-No idea.
[Joey Bellarosa, Zack Ryder, and Ragnar Ayerswindale stand in the middle. All wrestlers looking to see who makes the first move. Being that they are long time rivals Ragnar Ayerswindale, and Zack Ryder throw fists to the face, Ragnar hits a head butt, and Joey Bellarosa connects with a snap dragon suplex that sends Zack Ryder flying, and he crashes on the mat, and he rolls out of the ring, Ragnar runs at Joey Bellarosa for a Gunginar spear, but it’s countered with a knee to the face by Joey Bellarosa, and Ragnar Ayerswindale stumbles backwards. Joey Bellarosa lifts him up, and Joey Bellarosa drops Ragnar Ayerswindale with a step in spine buster. Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Ragnar Ayerswindale. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…….KICK OUT by Ragnar Ayerswindale.]
JR-Almost three there.
King- Joey saw an opening, and despite it being early you need to see if you can take advantage.
Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure.
[Joey Bellarosa see’s Zack Ryder is on the apron, but Joey connects with a fist to the face to knock him back off of the apron. Joey goes over to Ragnar Ayerswindale who counters with a jaw breaker that knocks him backwards. Joey runs at Ragnar, Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a spinning spine buster on Joey Bellarosa, seeing a chance to maybe end this match, he grabs Joey Bellarosa, and he put him into a power bomb/piledrive position. He lifts him up, and he connects with the runestone power bomb!! Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the cover on Joey Bellarosa. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………….2……..KICK OUT by Joey Bellarosa. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a few stomps on the downed Joey Bellarosa, and then he goes into the corner ready to once again try to go for the Gungiar spear.]
JR-Ragnar is looking to go for the Gunginar spear.
King-It didn’t work once…but maybe the gods will give him a break this time….if he had the Melon Gods on his side it would have worked the first time.
Kris Gaffney-Until it doesn’t…
[Zack Ryder climbs back on the apron, Ragnar Ayerswindale looks annoyed, and Zack Ryder counters this time with a hang man. Ragnar Ayerswindale pulls himself up to the apron, and he climbs up on the top rope, and he measures up on Ragnar Ayerswindale, and he connects with a missile drop kick that send shim flying across the ring. Ragnar rolls out of the ring. Zack Ryder gets up, and he see’s that Joey Bellarosa is in the corner, and he runs towards the corner. Zack Ryder connects with a running clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder watches as Joey falls into the corner into a seated position. Zack Ryder fist pumps (Woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder runs towards Joey Bellarosa, and he connects with the broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder calls for the Rough Ryder.]
JR-Zack Ryder looks to end this match.
King-Can’t blame him.
Kris Gaffney-I mean…he could go faster, but that’s a professional wrestling thing…so..
[Zack Ryder before he goes for the Rough Ryder see’s Ragnar getting up, and Zack Ryder takes out his base with a baseball slide. Ragnar hits his face on the apron. Zack Ryder gets up, and Joey Bellarosa kicks Zack Ryder in the gut, and he sets up Zack Ryder, and he connects with the La Famiglia Special on Zack Ryder. Joey 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 got distracted, and Joey took advantage to get the victory.
King-Not a bad debut at all.
(Joey Bellarosa celebrates his win as Shockwave goes off the air.)
