(Copyright information is shown on the screen. We to a highlight video of Billy Breeze as champion about a year ago, then losing it, now some clips of Azar reign as the next screen focuses on hyping their match. We go into an introduction screen that welcomes us to Dark Horizon 2025. The lights are turned off as pyrotechnics rain down on the specially made Dark Horizon stage. The lights turn on, and fans yell and wave their signs. The camera gets shots of the crowd, we zoom out to display the location information. We get another shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Hello, and welcome to Dark Horizon. I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight Billy Breeze will go into a fight he knows he can’t win, because he’s facing a man who is already better than he is!
Kris Gaffney-Ah no…Ah Geez…he’s gonna lose! Think that’s what Billy is thinking right now?
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Kenny Omegrape fly’s through the arena in a hand glider, and he lands in the ring as he gets pelted by grapes by fans.)
JR-Seemingly he has weather to deal with.
King-Truly weather worth going through on your flight though!
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 is a former champion is looking to become champion once again.
King-If only he admitted that the Melon Gods are great, then he’d always be champion.
Kris Gaffney-I’m sure that’s it…
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 knows the odds are against him.
King-Gunner knows how to find that moment.
Kris Gaffney-He’ll need it.
[Jackson Gunner, Kenny Omegrape, and Ragnar Ayerswindale. Kenny Omegrape eats grapes, and talk about the greatness of the Melon Gods. Jackson Gunner ducks under a wild fist by Ragnar Ayerswindale, Jackson Gunner throws him over the top rope, but Kenny Omegrape attempts to take advantage by pushing him towards the ropes. Jackson Gunner is able to block it with a elbow to the face, and Kenny Omegrape stumbles backwards. Jackson Gunner hits a kick to the gut, and he sets up Kenny Omegrape, and he connects with a stacked power bomb. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2…..KICK OUT by Kenny Omegrape. Jackson Gunner signals for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet.]
JR-Jackson Gunner is looking to end this match quickly.
Kris Gaffney-That is a good strategy.
King-If only he wasn’t trying it against GOD…but guess when you realize your in a triple threat you’ll try anything.
[Kenny Omegrape is slow to get up to his feet, and Kenny Omegrape gets picked up, but before Jackson Gunner can hit the burning Samoan, Kenny Omegrape slides out of the back, and then he pushes Jackson Gunner forward. Ragnar Ayerswindale grabs the ropes, and he falls out of the ring. Ragnar Ayerswindale grabs Jackson Gunner, and he throws him hard into the ring steps. Ragnar Ayerswindale climbs up on the apron, and Kenny Omegrape attempts to attack him, but it’s countered with a hang man by Ragnar Ayerswindale. Kenny Omegrape stumbles backwards, and Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the cover Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT By Kenny Omegrape.]
JR-Kenny Omegrape was able to kick out.
King-Truly the Melon Gods are wise.
Kris Gaffney-To let Kenny get beat up?
King-To be able to weather the storm therefore his victory will be more dramatic!
[Kenny Omegrape is trying to recover, Ragnar Ayerswindale see’s that Jackson Gunner is trying to get back into the match, and he knocks him off of the apron, but he doesn’t fall instead they throw fists, Kenny Omegrape takes advantage with a drop kick that sends him flying off of the apron. Ragnar Ayerswindale stumbles around, and Kenny Omegrape hooks Ragnar Ayerswindale, and he drops him with a diving DDT. Kenny Omegrape takes a few moments to rest up Ragnar Ayerswindale gets up on his knee’s. Kenny Omegrape drops him with a running knee to the side of the head. This drops him, and Kenny Omegrape 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. Kenny Omegrape backs up, and he calls for the end of the match.]
JR-It looks like Kenny Omegrape is looking to end this match.
King-Otherwise known as lying down GOD’s plan!
Kris Gaffney-Harsh…
[Kenny Omegrape waits Ragnar, but out of now here Jackson Gunner picks up Kenny Omegrape, and he connects with a Burning Samoan on Kenny Omegrape. Jackson Gunner connects with a clothesline on Ragnar over the top rope. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Ragnar Ayerswindale the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner was able to pick up the pieces.
King-Thus is the way of the Melon Gods!
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-The Cyclone has a lot of talent, and experience going for him.
King-He very well could be a champion sooner, or later
(“Jacob Fatu’s theme” blasts on the PA system. Jacob Fatu walks out on the stage, he walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jacob Fatu is going to prove quite the test for Joe Lamont.
King-He does have the power of love FOR YOU SOLO!
Kris Gaffney-does various gestures
[Jacob Fatu and Joe Lamont pace around the ring. Jacob Fatu and Joe Lamont is able to lock up, Fatu throws back Joe Lamont. He bounces off of the ropes, Jacob Fatu goes for a super kick to the face. Joe Lamont ducks under, and Jacob Fatu turns around, and he gets knocked back with a reverse jaw breaker. Joe Lamont gets up to his feet, and he’s quick on his feet, and he throws Jacob Fatu into the corner as he charges as he charges at him. Jacob Fatu stumbles backwards, and he hooks him, and he connects with a Diaster dropping Jacob Fatu. Joe Fatu goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs out of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Joe Lamont waits for Jacob Fatu to where he wants him, and Joe Lamont jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a wind change. Joe Lamont goes into the cover on Jacob Fatu. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………………2…………KICK OUT by Jacob Fatu. Joe Lamont gets up to his feet, and he connects with a few stomps on the downed Jacob Fatu.]
JR-Jacob Fatu is able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Guess the power good and evil is still going on.
Kris Gaffney-It would seem so.
[Joe Lamont picks up Jocab Fatu, and he connects with a body slam. Joe Lamont goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he goes for the Cyclogenesis, but at the last moment Jacob Fatu moves out of the way, and both wrestlers are slow to get up to their feet, and once they get up to their feet. Joe Lamont gets hit with a super kick by Jacob Fatu. Jacob Fatu measures up as Joe Lamont falls into the corner. Jacob Fatu connects with a hip attack in the corner. Jacob Fatu backs out of the corner, and he is slow stumbles out of the corner. Joe Lamont gets connected with a standing urnage by Jacob Fatu. Jacob Fatu goes into the corner on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..KICK OUT by Joe Lamont!! Joe Lamont gets picked up by Jacob, and Jacob Fatu connects with a body slam. Jacob Fatu goes to the nearest turnbuckle, and he starts to climb up to the top rope.]
JR-Jacob Fatu is looking to end this match.
King-I won’t be surprised if he yells FOR SOLO while doing this match.
Kris Gaffney-Probably not…
[Jacob Fatu goes for the Moonsault, but at the last moment Joe Lamont moves out of the way. Jacob Fatu crashes into the mat. Joe Lamont gets up, and he connects with the Midwesterner on Jacob Fatu. Joe Lamont goes into the cover on Jacob Fatu. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………….3!!]
JR-Joe Lamont gets the victory!
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system Tony Ikeda, Zack Ryder with his web camera, and CM Punk walks out on the stage. They step inside of the ring.)
JR-These three have a long history with each other.
King-The Badd Bros now with more ice cream bars.
Kris Gaffney-Sounds like a fun team.
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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.
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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-The Amigos also have been a team since they joined the EMF.
King-And have had quite the success.
[Tony Ikeda starts out with Vince Navarro, and Tony Ikeda locks up, Tony puts an arm bar on Vince Navarro. Vince Navarro looks for a way out of the hold, and he backs Tony Ikeda to the ropes, and he whips him off the move. Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes, and Tony Ikeda connects with a shoulder block, Vince Navarro runs at Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda goes for a hip toss, but it’s countered by landing on his feet. Tony Ikeda however takes advantage by connecting with a full nelson slam!! However being this is early in the match Tony Ikeda makes the tag to Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder picks up Vince Navarro to get up to his feet, and Zack Ryder connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Vince Navarro and he attempts to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Vince Navarro. Vince lowers his head, but Ryder counters with a swinging neck breaker that puts him down on the mat. Zack Ryder makes the tag to CM Punk. Vince Navarro is in the corner, and he runs towards the corner, and CM Punk connects with a running knee to the face. CM Punk turns around, and Vince Navarro turns around, and CM Punk hooks Vince Navarro. CM Punk connects with a running bulldog out of the corner. CM Punk goes into the cover on Vince Navarro. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Vince Navvaro!!]
JR-The team of Zack Ryder, Tony Ikeda, and CM Punk are taking it to the Amigos.
King-They better consider another strategy.
[CM Punk waits for Vince Navarro to get up to his feet, and CM Punk lifts up Vince Navarro but Vince Navarro fights out it, he makes the tag to Patrick Payne. CM Punk tries to attack Patick Payne, but it’s countered with a hang man Patrick Payne slides into the ring, and CM Punk tries to answer with a kick to the face. Patrick Payne lifts up CM Punk, and he drops him with a belly to back suplex. Patrick Payne picks up CM Punk, and he connects with a few forearm shots to the face, and he whips hi to the ropes. CM Punk bounces off of the ropes, and he gets dropped with a spine buster. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, he jumps off of the top rope. Patrick Payne connects with a flight risk. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on CM Punk. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2……..KICK OUT by CM Punk. Patrick Payne makes the tag to Vince Navarro.]
JR-Vince Navarro might be looking to end this match.
King-That’s not good…in fact it’s BAD
Kris Gaffney-Guess we know it’s really bad…since no double D’s.
[Vince Navarro kicks CM Punk in the gut, and he sets up Punk, but Punk is able to push him into his partners, and makes the tag to Tony, but the match breaks down as everyone gets in the ring, and starts to brawl within this whole thing Vince Navarro gets hang manned by Zack Ryder. Tony Ikeda connects with a full nelson suplex!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Vince Navarro, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………3!!]
JR-The team of Zack Ryder, Tony Ikeda, and CM Punk comes out the winners
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.
JR-This is a big fight for Little Mac.
King-He’s been through them.
Kris Gaffney-If his timing is on point he could pull a Bull Bill
(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-Fenrir Kiane has been tough to battle against.
King-One advantage Little Mac has…his past opponents are always bigger than him.
Kris Gaffney-I noticed that too..even Glass Joe.
[Fenrir Kaine and Little Mac pace around the ring, Little Mac throws a wild fist, Fenrir Kaine is able to duck under, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a few fists to the face, and he connects with Little Mac’s face he stumbles backwards. Fenrir Kaine whips Little Mac to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine goes for a clothesline, but Little Mac ducks under, and he continues to the other side of the ring, he bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine connects with a spinning heel kick to the face. Little Mac goes down on the mat, and he is slow to get up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine drops him with a super kick. Little Mac gets up, and he falls in to the corner. Fenrir Kaine connects with a hip attack in the conrer. Fenrir Kaine backs up, and Little Mac stumbles out of the corner Fenrir Kaine drops him with a spinning urnage that drops Little Mac. Fenrir Kaine 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 taken a lot of damage, but his fighting will is not going to let him quit.
King-He’s going to have to get a few stars to turn this match around.
Kris Gaffney-Always helpful.
[Fenrir Kaine puts in a chair into the ring, Fenrir Kaine picks up Little Mac and he whips him to the ropes, and he throws him in the air, he tries to pop up Samoan drop in the chair, but at the last moment Little Mac is able to land behind Fenrir Kaine. Kaine turns around, and he gets hit with a liver punch. Fenrir Kaine feels the effect of the move, and he yells, and he takes a swing at Little Mac, and Little Mac ducks under, and he hooks him, and he drops Fenrir Kaine with a reverse neck breaker that puts himd own on the mat. Fenrir Kaine gets up, and he falls into the corner, and Little Mac connects with a flying forearm shot to the face, and he backs up, Fenrir Kaine tries to attack Little Mac, but he ducks under, and he connects with a flurry of punches before connecting with a hard punch that drops Fenrir Kaine. Little Mac gets ready as Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet.]
JR-It seems that Little Mac is looking to end this match.
King-I’m not sure a simply X bandage is going to reveal Fenrir’s weakness.
[Little Mac goes in for the kill, but Fenrir Kaine is able to block it, and he connects with a painful head butt to the bridge of the nose, Fenrir Kaine lifts up Little Mac and he drops him with the eclipse driver!! Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position tomake the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………..3!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine with precise timing was able to avoid Little Mac’s finisher, and was able to get the victory
The arena lights slowly dim… not to black, but to a deep amber hue, casting long shadows across the entrance stage. A single spotlight hits the curtain. Then—
“And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder…”
Johnny Cash’s voice rolls out slow, cold, and final. “The Man Comes Around” begins—no pyro, no flash, just presence. The kind of presence that makes grown men sit up straight and keep their mouths shut.
Joey Bellarosa steps through the curtain with the confidence of a man who doesn’t walk—he arrives.
He’s dressed in a custom-fitted, jet-black suit. No tie. Collar loose. A single gold chain rests across his chest. He adjusts the cuffs on his jacket, like he’s preparing for a meeting—not a fight.
Flanking him are two women: Seraphine Quinn and Rosa Milioti.
Seraphine walks like a queen, calm and composed, her gaze forward, never breaking focus. Rosa, on the other side, chews gum, smirks, and scans the crowd like she’s daring someone to make eye contact. Together, they don’t follow Joey—they orbit him.
Smoke creeps across the floor like fog rolling in from the streets. The spotlight stays fixed on Joey as he slowly makes his way to the ring, never looking left or right. The crowd? They’re not booing. They’re not cheering. They’re watching. Respectfully. Nervously.
As the music swells—
“Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still…”
Joey reaches the ring steps and pauses. He removes his jacket, folds it with care, and hands it to Seraphine, who takes it without a word. Rosa cracks her knuckles and leans against the barricade, eyes still scanning the crowd.
Joey wipes his boots on the apron—not out of respect for the ring, but because this is his house, and you don’t walk filth across your own floors.
He enters the ring slow. Controlled. No wasted motion. He walks to the center and stands still, eyes down. When the music hits the final verse—
“…and behold, a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death…”
Joey lifts his chin. Stares dead into the hard cam. No emotion. No expression. Just the eyes of a man who’s already decided how this ends.
And then—
Samantha Irvin’s voice echoes with reverence and weight.
"Introducing… from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 245 pounds… he is The Don… JOEYYYYYY… BELLAROSA!"
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just stands in the center of the ring while the lights return to full.
Because the match hasn’t started.
Not yet.
Joey’s just letting you understand what you stepped into.
This isn’t hype.
This is business.
And business is about to be handled.
JR-Joey Bellarosa hasn’t had a lot of matches in the EMF, will that play a factor?
King-When your as good as he is you don’t need it.
[The arena dims, setting the stage for a dramatic entrance. The opening notes of "KICK BACK" by Kenshi Yonezu fill the space, its energetic and upbeat rhythm instantly gripping the audience. The titantron comes alive with vibrant animations reminiscent of action-packed anime sequences.]
Announcer: "Making his way
to the ring, from London, England, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is 'The Samurai Otaku'... Mansa Carthage!"
[As the music swells, the lights pulse in sync with the beat, casting bright, dynamic colors across the stage. Mansa Carthage bursts onto the scene with an exuberant energy, wearing a fusion of samurai-inspired attire and modern streetwear, complete with symbolic touches from his favorite animes.]
[Mansa moves with a playful yet confident swagger, embodying the larger-than-life characters he admires. He performs exaggerated, anime-style poses and martial arts moves, engaging the crowd and drawing them into his world of fantasy and excitement.]
[As he makes his way down the ramp, the titantron displays iconic scenes from various animes, interspersed with clips of Mansa's own in-ring highlights, showcasing his agility and strength.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Mansa leaps onto the apron with a flourish, pausing to strike a dramatic samurai pose, complete with a mock sword drawing gesture. He then flips over the top rope with acrobatic ease, landing in a superhero landing pose that sends the crowd into a frenzy.]
[With the music reaching its climax, Mansa bounds to each corner of the ring, energetically engaging with the fans, showing off his charismatic and playful side. He then centers himself, closing his eyes for a moment as if channeling the spirit of both anime heroes and samurai warriors, preparing himself mentally and physically for the battle ahead.]
[As the song fades, Mansa opens his eyes, poses, and now focused and ready, his playful demeanor giving way to the serious, disciplined side of a warrior ready for combat.]
JR-Mansa Carthage has been in the EMF recently, but also had limited matches until recently, but has proven himself.
King-Both have their strengthens, we’ll see how they factor in.
Kris Gaffney-Mansa certainly has a height advantage.
[Mansa Carthage stand in the middle of the ring staring down Joey Bellarosa. The two throw fists to the face, neither one of them are backing down, Joey Bellarosa rakes Mansa’s eyes this blinds Mansa Carthage, and he attempts to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Mansa Carthage, and Joey Bellarosa bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage jumps in the air, and he connects with a jumping knee to the face that puts down. Joey Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet, but Mansa Carthage drops him with an inverted Russian leg sweep that puts him down on the mat. Joey Bellarosa goes into the mat. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he yells for Joey to get up to his feet. Mansa Carthage runs out of the corner, and he jumps in the air, and he connects with a super man punch on Joey Bellarosa. Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Joey Bellarosa. The ref goes into the position to make the count. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………KICK OUT by Joey Bellarosa!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage was able to land a few big moves, but Joey Bellarosa clearly is not going down that easily.
King-We’ll see how this goes from here.
Kris Gaffney-Shut up King!
[Mansa Carthage waits for Joey Bellarosa to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Joey Bellarosa gets lifted up, but Bellarosa slides out of the back, and he hooks Mansa Carthage, and he connects with a snap german suplex that sends Mansa Carthage flying across the ring. This allows Joey Bellarosa to take a few moments to rest up. Once he gets up to his feet, he Mansa Carthage goes for a running big boot to the face. Joey Bellarosa ducks under, and Mansa Carthage turns around. Joey Bellarosa hooks him as he turns around he connects with a reverse jaw breaker. Mansa Carthage stumbles around, and then gets even more stunned as Joey Bellarosa connects with a Mafia kick, and then Bellarosa connects with a northern lights suplex rolled up into a dead lift brain buster. Joey Bellarosa goes inot the cover on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2………KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage was able to kick out of a big move.
King-Shut up JR!
[Joey Bellarosa sets up Mansa Carthage into a vertical suplex after pulling him up, he tries to lift him up but Mansa is able to shift his weight to land back on his feet still in the vertical suplex position, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with the Dragon’s Descend!!! Mansa Carthage holds Joey Bellarosa into position for a count. The ref counts 1………….2…………3!!]
JR-Out of no where Mansa Carthage saw an opening, and got the victory!
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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-Billy Breeze has held the championship before, he’s looking to become a two time world champion.
King-This isn’t like the video game.
Kris Gaffney-Guess in a video game you can always alter ratings.
[I’m better than you and you know it” Is said over the loud speakers right before Lamb Of God- “Overlord” hits. The crowd erupts in boos as the lighting begins to flash green and gold. The ramp fills with images of money as Azar Vulcan steps out from the back with a smug grin on his face. He stops atop of the ramp laughing at the fans.]
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds and standing 5’11”. He is The EMF World Heavyweight Champion, The Best In The World, Azar “Mastermind” Vulcan!
JR-Azar Vulcan has battled Billy Breeze before, and knows what to expect.
Kris Gaffney-This is a big stage.
King-That only proves he’s even more better than you.
[Azar Vulcan and Billy Breeze stand in the middle of the ring, they stare each other down as the bell rings. Both wrestlers throw fists to the face, neither backing down, but Azar Vulcan starting to lose the exchange hits a knee lift into the gut, and he whips him to the ropes, and Billy Breeze bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a spinning elbow that puts down Billy Breeze, Billy Breeze tries to get up to his feet, but it’s countered with a kick to the face putting him back down on the mat. Azar Vulcan waits for Billy Breeze to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Azar Vulcan attempts to whip him to the ropes, but Billy Breeze reverses the whip, and Billy Breeze lowers his head as Azar Vulcan bounces off of the ropes, and Azar Vulcan connects with a running knee to the face. Azar waits for Billy Breeze to get where he wants him, Azar Vulcan hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a brain buster!! Azar Vulcan gets to his feet, and he runs towards the ropes, and he jumps on the second rope, and he connects with a spring board moonsault on Billy Breeze. The ref goes into position to make the counts 1……………2……….KICK OUT by Billy Breeze. Azar Vulcan connects with a few mounted fists to the face.]
JR-Azar needs to be careful here.
King-He doesn’t care, he is trying to beat it through Billy Breeze’s face, he’s better than him.
Kris Gaffney-Guess if he gets DQed it’s not all bad for him.
[Azar Vulcan goes for the Money Maker, but Billy Breeze ducks under, and he waits for Azar Vulcan to turn, and he connects with a Harlem Hook!! Azar Vulcan stumbles backwards, and Azar Vulcan stumbles around, and Billy Breeze hooks him, and he connects with a t-bone suplex. Azar Vulcan hits hard, he is slow to get up to his feet. Billy Breeze kicks Azar Vulcan in the gut, and he sets him up, and he drops him with a DDT!! Billy Breeze throws an arm over the downed Azar Vulcan. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Azar Vulcan!!]
JR-Billy Breeze came this close to winning the championship.
King-You know Azar would be a better commentator than JR!
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain he knows it…
[Azar Vulcan is slow to get up to his feet, Billy Breeze hooks on the Specters grip!! But before he brings him down. Azar Vulcan is able to spin enough to shield the ref from seeing Azar Vulcan rake his eyes to break the hold. Azar Vulcan connects with the Money Maker on Billy Breeze!! Breeze goes down on the mat. Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Billy Breeze. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2………3!!]
JR-Billy Breeze might been moments away from winning the championship, but Azar turned the tables.
King-Otherwise known as…it doesn’t matter, because he’s still better!
(Azar Vulcan holds up the world championship as Dark Horizon goes off the air.)
