Last Stand 25 (Now complete)
(Copyright information is shown as we go into a highlight video as Joey Bellarosa highlights are shown and Joey winning the contendership laced with the Azar Vulcan highlights before ending with them staring down as an introduction video welcomes us to Last Stand 2025. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage, and the lights turn on. The fans stand up, and yell, they wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd, and they zoom out to display the location information. We get another shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to the 2025 edition of Last Stand, I’m good ol’ JR Jim Ross, I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-The Bellarosa Family tonight has a chance to rise to the top of the EMF…too bad in their way is a road block that’s already better than everyone.
Kris Gaffney-Talk about buzz kill.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
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The arena lights dim, and the opening beats of NSYNC's "Bye Bye Bye" blast through the speakers. As soon as the first note hits, bright spotlights flash in sync with the music, and a thick cloud of smoke rises from the stage. The crowd immediately erupts in a mix of cheers and laughter, knowing they’re in for something special. As the beat drops, multicolored fireworks explode around the stage, and through the smoke, Patrick Payne bursts out, dancing his way onto the stage like he’s straight out of a 90s boy band video. Patrick starts hitting the iconic "Bye Bye Bye" choreography, exaggerated and dripping with his own flavor. He smirks at the camera, pointing at random fans in the crowd, and moving with the beat like he’s starring in his own music video. He stops midway down the ramp, faking a pause, and then launches back into the dance, arms waving and hips moving as the crowd sings along to the chorus.
EMF Ring Announcer: From wherever he damn well pleases, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall, weighing in at 210 pounds he is the unpredictable, the unstoppable, Patrick ˜The PP Express Payne!!!
As the music continues, the lights flash in rhythm, and Patrick slides into the spotlight, twirling and dipping to the beat. Nearing the ring, he stops for a second, tilts his head toward the camera, and breaks into a final burst of the dance, fully embracing the ridiculousness of it all. Without breaking his flow, he leaps over the top rope with a fluid, acrobatic jump, landing in a perfect roll before bouncing right back into the Bye Bye Bye dance inside the ring. Patrick moves effortlessly, finishing his routine by running up the turnbuckle, arms wide, and executing a picture-perfect backflip off the top rope. As his feet hit the mat, he drops into a flawless superhero landing, kneeling down, one fist on the ground, with a cocky grin stretched across his face. He rises slowly, arms outstretched, soaking in the crowd’s reaction, while the music fades and the lights settle back to normal. The camera zooms in as Patrick winks at the audience, mouthing, "You’re welcome!" before leaning casually against the ropes, waiting for his match to begin.
JR-Patrick Payne and Jackson Gunner is a feud reviewed but over the TV championship.
King-Steve Hiroko is a fan.
Kris Gaffney-He probably has a chair for it too!
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 has held the TV championship for a long time.
King-However Jackson knows this match will be fight.
[Jackson Gunner and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, they lock up, and Patrick Payne puts on an arm bar. He holds on the pressure, Jackson Gunner whips him off of the ropes. Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes, and Patrick Payne goes for a wild clothesline, Jackson Gunner ducks under, and he hooks Patrick Payne, and he drops him with a belly to back suplex! Patrick Payne is in pain, and Jackson Gunner waits for Patrick Payne to get up to his feet, and he knocks him down with a running clothesline, and he connects with a few fists to the face after Patrick Payne gets up to his feet, and he whips him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Patrick Payne. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne lowers his head, and Jackson Gunner connects with a running DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner picks up Patrick Payne, and he double under hooks Patrick Payne, and he connects with a double under hook sitdown power bomb into a pin on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……KICK OUT by Patrick Payne!!]
JR-Patrick Payne kicked out!
JR-These two have a long history, despite hitting Patrick Payne with impact moves I think Jackson Gunner didn’t think that Patrick Payne would go down that easily.
Kris Gaffney-Doesn’t hurt to try though, it does take energy to kick out after all.
[Jackson Gunner picks up Patrick Payne, and he lifts him up, but Patrick Payne is able to connects with a few back elbows to the side of the side of the head. Patrick Payne drops in front of Jackson Gunner, and Patrick Payne connects with an impaler DDT. Patrick Payne takes a few moments to rest up, Jackson Gunner recovers, but he connects with a body slam on Jackson Gunner. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and Patrick Payne connects with the Flight Risk!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Jackson Gunner. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2…………KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!!]
JR-Patrick Payne is able to fight back.
King-We’ll see what Jackson can do in response.
Kris Gaffney-Patrick will try to make sure he doesn’t have that chance.
[Patrick Payne picks up Jackson Gunner, and he goes for the Payne Per View, but it’s countered with a lift up by Jackson Gunner and Gunner drops Payne for a Burning Samoan!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Patrick Payne, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-That was the danger, Patrick might rushed into going for the kill before he was ready, and Gunner took advantage.
King-And that’s why Kris wrestling record sucked.
Kris Gaffney-Like anyone cares…
(Animal sounds echo the arena when the lights go black. The lights turn on green and an image of a giant alligator moves up the ramp, when it gets to the top it bites down, fireworks shoot from the sage and from up in the rafters comes sliding Aari Maxwell comes sliding down. Once close enough he unclips himself, lands in the ring, rolls, jumps up ontop of the ring post and shouts "CRIKEY!" To the fans with his arms out. He jumps, springs off of the rope and does a backflip landing on his feet. Aari "The Zoo Keeper, slides into his corner, bends down wrapping his arms around the ropes with his back on the post smiling as he waits for the match to begin.)
Jim Ross: “Here comes Aari Maxwell, a man whose confidence is matched only by his incredible in-ring talent!”
Jerry “The King” Lawler: “He’s talented, JR, no doubt about it—but tonight, he faces one-half of the legendary Uso twins. This will be no easy match!”
Kris Gafney: “Aari Maxwell thrives under pressure. He loves proving doubters wrong, and tonight might just be another chance to do exactly that.”
[Aari leaps effortlessly onto the ring apron, vaulting over the ropes into the ring with energetic grace. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle, raising his arms high, drawing another mixed but loud reaction from the crowd. Maxwell then hops down, leaning casually against the ropes, eyes fixed toward the entrance ramp, awaiting his opponent.]
[The atmosphere shifts instantly as the familiar rhythm of “Done With That” by CFO$ resonates through the speakers, igniting a roar from the EMF faithful. Jey Uso bounds onto the stage, oozing intensity and passion, his energy infectious as he gestures wildly to the audience, eliciting enthusiastic cheers and chants of "Uce!" from every corner of the arena. Jey marches down the ramp, eyes locked firmly on Maxwell, determination radiating from him.]
Jim Ross: “Jey Uso is fired up tonight! This man brings incredible heart and explosive athleticism every time he competes!”
Jerry Lawler: “No question, JR. The Usos have set the standard in tag team wrestling, but tonight, Jey gets the chance to show what he can do solo!”
Kris Gafney: “He's always been a standout, but can he handle someone as cunning and opportunistic as Aari Maxwell?”
[Jey Uso slides energetically into the ring, immediately springing to his feet and climbing the turnbuckle, passionately hyping the crowd. As he drops back to the canvas, he points assertively at Maxwell, who responds with an arrogant smirk and dismissive wave. Both men step to the center of the ring as the referee quickly provides the rules and instructions before signaling for the bell.]
[The match begins with an intense staredown, both competitors circling cautiously before engaging in a tight lock-up. Jey Uso quickly transitions into a side headlock, applying steady pressure. Maxwell backs him into the ropes, then pushes off, sending Jey rebounding across the ring. Uso returns with a powerful shoulder tackle, flooring Maxwell, who quickly rolls to his feet, looking slightly taken aback.]
Jim Ross: “Quick start by Jey Uso, showing his strength early!”
[Jey presses his advantage, locking Maxwell into a quick wristlock, twisting firmly. Maxwell winces but cleverly counters with a slick roll-through into an arm drag, smoothly turning defense into offense. Aari follows up quickly, locking in a grounded armbar, applying strategic pressure and slowing the pace momentarily.]
Jerry Lawler: “Smart move by Maxwell, grounding Jey and controlling the tempo!”
[Jey grits his teeth, battling his way upright. He delivers a series of sharp elbows to Maxwell’s midsection, finally breaking free and hitting the ropes again. Jey ducks a clothesline attempt from Maxwell, rebounds off the opposite ropes, and nails Maxwell with a flying forearm smash. Maxwell stumbles backward, allowing Jey to follow with a crisp dropkick, sending Maxwell tumbling through the ropes to the outside.]
Kris Gafney: “Jey Uso is building momentum! Aari Maxwell needs to regroup, or this could end quickly!”
[Jey wastes no time, bouncing off the ropes once more and diving through them in a spectacular suicide dive, colliding with Maxwell and driving him hard into the barricade. The crowd erupts, chanting Jey's name appreciatively. Uso rolls Maxwell back into the ring and climbs to the apron, ascending the turnbuckles quickly. Maxwell, however, recovers swiftly and scrambles to meet him, delivering a sharp uppercut that staggers Jey precariously on the top rope.]
Jim Ross: “High-risk territory here! A single misstep could cost either competitor dearly!”
[Maxwell climbs up, exchanging fierce strikes with Jey atop the turnbuckle. After a tense struggle, Maxwell seizes the advantage, hooking Jey’s arm and executing a tremendous superplex, sending both men crashing to the mat with incredible force. Maxwell rolls over sluggishly, covering Jey Uso—one… two… Jey kicks out strongly, keeping his hopes alive.]
Jerry Lawler: “What resilience by Jey Uso! How did he kick out of that?”
[Both wrestlers stagger to their feet, trading powerful blows center-ring. Jey ducks under a wild swing from Maxwell, catching him off-guard with a swift Samoan Drop. He follows up immediately with a running splash, covering Maxwell tightly—one… two… Maxwell barely escapes before the three-count.]
Kris Gafney: “Near fall after near fall! This match is incredible!”
[Jey, sensing victory, signals to the crowd and ascends the turnbuckle again, preparing for a high-flying maneuver. He leaps gracefully, aiming for his patented Uso Splash, but Maxwell rolls clear at the very last moment. Jey crashes hard into the mat, clutching his ribs in agony. Maxwell quickly capitalizes, hooking Jey into a snug small package—one… two… Jey manages to escape yet again!]
Jim Ross: “These men are leaving everything in the ring! Neither is willing to stay down!”
[Maxwell, visibly frustrated, pulls Jey up, delivering a sharp kick to the midsection followed by a sudden, vicious DDT, driving Uso's head hard into the canvas. Seeing Jey struggling, Maxwell swiftly transitions into a submission hold, wrenching back hard on Jey’s neck in a brutal crossface. Jey grimaces in agony, reaching desperately for the ropes. Inch by painful inch, Uso drags himself toward freedom, finally clasping the bottom rope to force a break.]
Jerry Lawler: “The determination from Jey Uso is incredible, but how much longer can he hold out?”
[Maxwell, relentless, immediately moves to finish the match, dragging Jey to his feet. However, Jey surprises Maxwell with a sudden uppercut, briefly stunning him. Uso charges, but Maxwell counters brilliantly, scooping Jey up into a devastating spinebuster, planting him firmly into the mat. Without hesitation, Maxwell quickly ascends the turnbuckle, pausing briefly to measure his opponent. He launches off the top rope, hitting a picture-perfect elbow drop right into Jey’s heart.]
Kris Gafney: “That might be it! Jey Uso took that full impact right on target!”
[Maxwell, sensing victory, swiftly hooks both legs tightly, pressing all his weight into the pin. The referee drops down to count: one… two… thr—NO! Jey Uso kicks out yet again, igniting thunderous cheers from the audience. Maxwell, stunned and frustrated, argues momentarily with the referee, clearly believing it was three.]
Jim Ross: “Unbelievable! Jey Uso refuses to stay down!”
[Regaining his composure, Maxwell quickly refocuses. He pulls Jey up to his feet one final time, positions him carefully, and delivers a devastatingly precise facebuster that drives Uso’s face brutally into the canvas. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope. Aari Maxwell connects with My Kingdom on Jey Uso!! Without wasting another second, Maxwell rolls Jey onto his back and hooks the leg tightly, pinning him securely.]
Jerry Lawler: “This has to be it!”
[The referee counts again: one… two… three! The bell rings, signaling Maxwell’s hard-earned victory. The crowd erupts into a mixture of cheers and stunned disbelief at the intensity of the bout. Maxwell rises, visibly exhausted but triumphant, raising his arms victoriously as the audience responds with appreciative applause.]
Jim Ross: “What a match! Aari Maxwell secures a huge win over Jey Uso in an absolutely thrilling contest!”
Jerry Lawler: “Both these men showed why they’re among the elite, but tonight, Aari Maxwell proved he had just a little more in the tank!”
Kris Gafney: “Incredible effort from Jey Uso, but tonight belongs to Aari Maxwell. This match was an instant classic!”
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage “Radio” blasts on the PA system as Zack Ryder walks out on the stage. Zack Ryder takes footage for his web show as the bad bros. walk down the ramp, and steps inside of the ring.)
JR-The Badd Bros have a lot of success together.
Kris Gaffney-I’m sick bro coughs
King-That was a random sickness that probably just randomly appeared, and will disappear soon after.
The arena dims—clean and sharp. No theatrics. Just focus. Then—
“Return of the Mac” hits with that unmistakable groove.
The bass kicks in. The crowd pops.
They know what time it is.
Little Mac steps through the curtain.
He’s wearing a sleeveless hoodie—unzipped, hood down—his hands wrapped tight in black tape, knuckles calloused and exposed.
He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing lightly, eyes sharp, focused. He’s not playing to the crowd—he’s staying loose, staying ready.
Behind him, cool and steady, is Doc Louis, gum in his mouth, towel over one shoulder, nodding like he’s seen this win already.
Mac moves with confidence. Controlled swagger.
Taps his fists together as he walks.
No flash. No posturing. Just presence.
The strobe lights hit light gold and white as the beat pulses, but never overwhelm—because Mac’s energy doesn’t need dressing up.
The fans reach out—he slaps a few hands, nods to others, but he never stops moving. His rhythm is the beat of the ring.
He slides into the ring clean and low, pops up in one fluid motion, and immediately circles the ropes once—keeping his hands moving.
A short jab. A sidestep.
Always working. Always tuned in.
He hits the corner turnbuckle, hops up to the second rope, and raises one wrapped fist in the air—no grin, no posing. Just a statement:
“You’re stepping into my fight now.”
Samantha Irvin fires off with intensity:
"Making his way to the ring… accompanied by Doc Louis… from the Bronx, New York… weighing in at 200 pounds… he is THE PRIZE FIGHTER… LITTLLLLLLLEEEEE MAC!"
Mac drops down, rolls his shoulders, paces back to his corner. Doc gives him a nod, mutters something low.
Mac taps his fists together, leans into the ropes, and eyes his opponent like a sniper finding range.
He doesn’t flex.
He doesn’t scream.
He fights.
And you’d better pray your chin holds up.
The lights cut completely—
BOOM.
A harsh, red strobe light slashes through the dark as the opening beat of “Livid” (Scarlxrd x NF x Hopsin) hits like a car crash.
No countdown. No warning.
Just pure, unapologetic violence in audio form.
The screen glitches violently with distorted flashes of Luca’s face—twisted, screaming, laughing. Static-laced clips of limb-snapping submissions, steel chair shots, and blood-covered snarls flicker behind the noise.
And then—he explodes through the curtain.
Mad Dog Luca Bellarosa bursts onto the stage like he was shot out of a fucking cannon.
No rhythm, no choreography. He’s stomping, shouting, pacing back and forth like a beast trying to decide whether to sprint to the ring or tear the ramp apart with his bare hands.
He’s shirtless. Sweat already dripping. Taped fists. Baggy black pants tucked into unlaced boots. Gold chain bouncing off his chest like it’s trying to escape the madness.
His eyes are wild.
His mouth is moving—talking to himself, barking at the crowd, yelling at no one.
He doesn’t pose. He doesn’t smile.
He storms.
Down the ramp, he points at fans, flips off a camera, laughs manically.
Sometimes he drops to all fours and slams the ground.
Other times he throws punches at nothing just to stay warm.
Samantha Irvin’s voice cracks over the chaos:
"Introducing… from the streets of Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 225 pounds… he is the MAD DOG… LUCAAAA… BELLAROSAAAA!"
He dives under the bottom rope, scrambles across the ring like a spider, then slams himself chest-first into the turnbuckles. Once. Twice. Turns. Roars.
He jumps onto the middle rope, howls like an animal to the crowd, then drops down and paces the ring like it’s too small to hold him.
There’s no composure. No calm. Just a storm in a human shape.
He pounds the mat.
Yells at the referee.
Throws his own body into the ropes to test them.
Because Mad Dog Luca doesn’t come to compete.
He comes to break things.
And when the bell rings?
He’s already moving.
JR-Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa are looking to help the Bellarosa family to dominance.
King-A good way to do it to face two wrestlers have been successful for a long time, or in the case of Tony since the beginning of time.
Kris Gaffney-HA! He’s old!
[Tony Ikeda and Luca Bellarosa pace around the ring, and they lock up. Tony Ikeda puts Luca Bellarosa into an arm bar. Luca Bellarosa looks for a way out of the hold, and he backs up Tony Ikeda to the ropes. He bounces off of the orpes. Tony Ikeda connects with a shoulder block that puts down Luca Bellarosa. Luca Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Tony Ikeda whips Luca to the ropes, and Tony Ikeda connects with a spinning spine buster on Luca. Tony Ikeda makes the tag to Zack Ryder, Zack Ryder steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a knee drop to the face. Luca Bellarosa rolls away, and he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline in the corner. Luca Bellarosa stumbles around, and he falls into a seated position. Zack Ryder backs away, and he fist pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder runs at Luca Bellarosa, and he connects with a broski boot to the side of the face. ]
JR-Zack Ryder connects with the broski boot!
King-Sick bro!
Kris Gaffney-That’s probably how he’s viewing it.
[Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Luca Bellarosa, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……….2……Little Mac breaks up the three count. Zack Ryder goes after Little Mac. Little Mac counters with a hangman, Luca Bellarosa connects with a DDT into the mat. Luca makes the tag to Little Mac. Little Mac steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a liver punch, he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a running knee lift, and then he connects with a reverse neck breaker. Little Mac makes the tag to Luca Bellarosa.]
JR-quick tags by Luca and Little Mac.
King-Think that was Doc’s advice?
Kris Gaffney-Probably something about joining the Melon Club.
King-Advice I can behind.
[Luca Bellarosa picks up Zack Ryder, Zack Ryder gets set up for a belly to back suplex, but Zack Ryder rolls out of the back he makes the tag to Tony Ikeda. Zack Ryder brawls with Little Mac. Tony Ikeda ducks under an attack by Luca, and he hooks him, and he drops him with a full nelson suplex!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………..3!!]
JR-Tony Ikeda and Zack Ryder get the victory.
The arena is plunged into eerie darkness. A single spotlight beams down on the entrance stage, revealing an enormous 20-sided die (D20), its numbers glowing with arcane energy. The haunting opening chords of “Binks’ Sake” start to play, gentle and mysterious, the crowd immediately clapping along.
Suddenly, on the massive LED screen, a colossal animated dragon bursts forth—its scales shimmering violet and gold. It coils and roars, unleashing a torrent of digital flame straight down the ramp. As the fire rushes forward, spotlights follow, making it seem as if the very ramp itself is set ablaze, leading to the ring.
At that moment, from beneath the stage, a ring of real flames erupts. Rising through the fire, guitar in hand and bathed in flickering orange and purple light, stands The Dungeon Master. He strikes a rockstar pose, head thrown back, hair wild, the guitar gleaming across his chest. The arena explodes with cheers.
He launches into a flamboyant air guitar solo, strutting to the music, every step in sync with the rolling animation of the D20, which now tumbles down the ramp in perfect time with his movement—projected to look as if it’s rolling just ahead of him, leading the way to destiny.
Each of his steps triggers a cascade of lighting effects—arcane runes illuminate underfoot, bursts of fireworks erupt from the ramp, and shooting flames flare on either side. He spins and dances, encouraging the crowd to join in, then leaps onto the ring apron, pausing to soak in the roaring energy of the fans.
With a grand flourish, he vaults into the ring, landing center stage in an epic rockstar stance. He rips a final, thunderous strum on his guitar—at that precise moment, golden sparks rain down from the rafters, surrounding him in a shimmering storm, as purple and gold spotlights swirl around the ring.
As the music fades, the dragon on the screen loops and lands atop a mountain of dice, bellowing one last time as flames curl around the frame.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring… hailing from the Astral Plane… but Louder! Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds… he is the BARD of BRUTALITY… the MASTER of MAYHEM… THE DUNGEON MASTER!
The Dungeon Master drops to one knee, raises his guitar like a legendary sword, and flashes a wild, infectious grin as the crowd erupts—his legend already unfolding before the match has even begun.
JR-Could the Extreme Division be the place where the Dungeon Master rules?
King-Hopefully his math is better than everyone else’s.
Kris Gaffney-We tried to avoid those references…but can’t anymore.
(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 Kaine has been Extreme Champion for a while.
King-With power and the moves to use that power he’s beaten many.
Kris Gaffney-This is a new challenge however.
[Fenrir Kaine and The Dungeon Master stand in the middle of the ring, they talk trash and they throw fists to the face, Fenrir Kaine connects with a knee lift, and he puts The Dungeon Master into a side head lock, and he holds the pressure. The Dungeon Master attempts to look for a way out of the hold, and he backs up into the ropes. The Dungeon Master whips him off of the hold, and Fenrir Kaine bounces off of the ropes, and Fenrir Kaine goes for a running clothesline, but he ducks under. Fenrir Kaine turns around, and he gets hit with a various palm strikes, and spinning chops. Fenrir Kaine after taking a lot of shots yells and he goes for a shot to the face of the Dungeon Master, but the Dungeon Master measures up, and he connects with a super kick that knocks back Fenrir Kaine to complete the Nat 20 Combo. Fenrir Kaine falls into the ropes. Dunguen Master waits for Fenrir Kaine to get where he wants, and he runs at Fenrir Kaine and he connects with a clothesline that takes him and Fenrir Kaine to the cage side, and he throws him hard into the cage side
JR-The Dungeon Master has taken control of this match.
King-He’s rolled the dice, and everything is going his way.
Kris Gaffney-We need to get the Gambler here to tell us how that goes if you go too far with a hot streak
[The Dungeon Master runs at Fenrir Kaine who is on the apron between the cage. The Dungeon Master runs at Fenrir Kaine trying to sandwich him between the cage and himself, but at the last moment Fenrir Kaine ducks, Dungeon Master goes crashing into the cage side. Fenrir Kaine gets into the ring, and he waits for the Dungeon Master to get where he wants, and he connects with a super kick that knocks back Dungeon Master, and he runs towards the corner, and he connects with a hip attack, Fenrir Kaine grabs the Dungeon Master and he wides him up, and he thorws him hard into the ring post, Dungeon Master stumbles backwards, Fenrir Kaine connects with a belly to back suplex. Both wrestlers are down on the mat. They take their time, and once they get up to their feet Fenrir Kaine hits a few fists to the face, and he whips the Dungeon Master to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He connects with a spinning heel kick that drops the Dungeon Master. Fenrir Kaine puts him on the second rope, and he drops him with a hanging DDT on the second rope.]
JR-Fenrir Kaine might have the Dungeon Master on the ropes here.
King-There is a reason why he’s been the Extreme Champion so long.
Kris Gaffney-Yeah, we definitely should have called the Gambler.
[Fenrir Kaine waits for Dungeon Master. Fenrir Kaine lifts up The Dungeon Master, but at the last moment Dungeon Master is able to struggle out. Fenrir Kaine turns around, and Dungeon Master lifts up Fenrir Kaine, and he drops him with the Critical Shot!! Fenrir Kaine seems out of it. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……….3!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master gets the victory!
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[As the unmistakable opening notes of "Money" by Pink Floyd begin to ecFho through the arena, a grandiose display of gold and green laser lights crisscrosses the space, creating an atmosphere of opulence and exclusivity. The entire arena is bathed in a luxurious glow, mimicking the sheen of gold.
The titantron springs to life, showcasing a dazzling montage of Hollywood's most glamorous moments: red carpets, flashing camera lights, and premiere nights, all leading up to the marquee name, "Austin Jameson Mercer," emblazoned across the screen in bold, shimmering letters.
Simultaneously, the entrance ramp transforms into a visual spectacle, resembling a premiere night red carpet. A line of spotlight-equipped drones flies overhead, casting down beams of light that spotlight the path, while confetti cannons strategically positioned at the sides of the ramp blast gold and silver confetti, fluttering down like a cascade of wealth.
Then, with a flair that only he can muster, "Hollywood" Austin Jameson Mercer steps out, clad in a custom-tailored robe that sparkles under the lights, his confident stride in sync with the rhythm of the song. He pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the adulation, a smirk playing across his lips as he surveys his domain.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Making his grand entrance from Beverly Hills, California, standing at six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds... He is the blockbuster sensation of the wrestling world, the “Pretty Boy”, 'Hollywood' Austin Jameson Mercer!"
[Austin then makes his way down the ramp, each step calculated to maximize the dramatic effect of his presence. Personal security guards, dressed in sleek suits, flank him, adding to the aura of untouchable celebrity status. He occasionally stops to pose for the "cameras," his every move oozing the charisma and confidence of a true movie star.
Upon reaching ringside, Austin takes a moment to gaze out at the crowd, offering a cocky wave before he discards his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath, adorned with gold trim that catches the light perfectly. He ascends the stairs and steps through the ropes with an air of entitlement, as if the ring were his personal stage.
The music fades, the lights gradually return to normal, and the confetti settles, leaving Austin Jameson Mercer standing center-ring. He stretches out his arms, welcoming the audience to his show, a smug smile on his face, ready to prove once again why he is the premier attraction, as the arena buzzes with anticipation for the spectacle to come.]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer is looking to bring gold back to the Maledictum.
King-Mansa Carthage has shown a lot since stepping into the light.
Kris Gaffney-Austin Jameson Mercer has proven he can win a big match however.
[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 power is going to be difficult to get around.
King-Austin Jameson Mercer does have moves that can bring him down, Mansa is going to have to beware of that.
[Mansa Carthage and Austin Jameson Mercer stand in the middle of the ring, the bell rings, and Mansa Carthage and Austin Jameson Mercer throw fists to the face. Mansa Carthage is able to hits a kick which breaks up the fist fight. Mansa Carthage whips him to the ropes, he bounces off of the ropes. Austin Jameson Mercer ducks under a big boot, Austin Jameson Mercer goes for a red carpet, but it’s ducked under, and he hooks him, and he connects with a t-bone suplex that sends Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer is slow to get up to his feet he connects with a few fists to the face. Austin Jameson Mercer stumbles backwards, Mansa Catherage whips Austin Jameson Mercer bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage connects with a power slam on Austin Jameson Mercer goes down on the mat. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he measures up as Austin Jameson Mercer is slow to get up to his feet. Mansa Carthage measuring up connects with a super man punch, Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Austin Jameson Mercer!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-That’s the power of the Maledictum.
Kris Gaffney-It has taken him to another level.
[Austin Jameson Mercer is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet Mansa Carthage grabs Austin Jameson Mercer around the throat, he lifts him up, but at the last moment Austin Jameson Mercer counters with a DDT that drives Mansa Carthage into the mat, and Austin Jameson Mercer takes a few moments to rest up. Once he gets up he falls into the corner, Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a running forearm in the corner, and Ausitn Jameson Mercer turns around, and he connects with a running bulldog. Austin Jameson Mercer takes a few moments to rest up. Mansa Carthage gets up, Austin Jameson Mercer runs towards the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage grabs him around the throat, and he stands up, and he goes for another choke slam, but Austin Jameson Mercer counters with a red carpet dazing Mansa Carthage. Austin Jameson Mercer hits a kick to the gut that doubles over Mansa Carthage. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a world premiere with a bridge on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……….KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage!!]
JR-Kick out by the IC champion.
King-Mansa Carthage is getting a fight from Austin Jameson Mercer.
Kris Gaffney-Not that is surprising to anyone.
[Mansa Carthage gets picked up, and body slammed. Austin Jameson Mercer goes up to the top rope, AJM goes for a Final Cut!! But Mansa moves out of the way. Austin Jameson Mercer moves out of the way. Mansa Carthage picks up and drops AJM with a Dragons Descend!! Carthage holds AJM into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………3!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer one big move didn’t connect, and Mansa Carthage took advantage.
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 is stepping in this match with limited EMF experience, but what we seen from him is impressive.
King-Guess there are reasons for everything.
Kris Gaffney-If I could do it, and get away with it, I would do it…
[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 is going to be a different sort of competitor.
King-I guess, but what match can you have where you face someone who’s already better than you?
Kris Gaffney-I never had problems with that.
King-Not surprising…
[Azar Vulcan and Joey Bellarosa stand in the middle, they stare down, and they throw fists to the face, and Azar Vulcan is able to connect with an eye rake on Joey Bellarosa, and he stumbles around. Azar Vulcan drops Joey Bellarosa with a hard fist to the face that knocks down Joey Bellarosa. Azar Vulcan waitsd for Joey Bellarosa to get up to his feet, and he connects with a few fists to the face, and he tries to whip Joey Bellarosa to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Joey Bellarosa, Azar Vulcan counters as he bounces off of the ropes and Joey Bellarosa has his head lowered for a back body drop with a running knee. Azar Vulcan ducks a wild fist to the face, and Azar Vulcan hits a kick to the gut that doubles him over, and he sets him up Azar Vulcan lifts up Joey, and he drops him with a brain buster on Joey Bellarosa!! Azar Vulcan gets up 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 Joey Bellarosa. Azar Vulcan goes into the cove ron Joey Bellarosa. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………KICK OUT by Azar Vulcan, Azar Vulcan argues with the ref thinking that was a bad count, and not up to the standards the usual. Azar Vulcan connects with a few stomps on the downed Joey Bellarosa, and he hooks Joey Bellarosa into a chin lock.]
JR-Azar Vulcan looks to wear down Joey Bellarosa.
King-I got a feeling that Azar would be a better ref than the current ref.
Kris Gaffney-Is he bad at anything?
[Joey Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet he connects with a few elbows to the stomach that stuns Azar Vulcan. Joey Bellarosa is able to turn into Azar Vulcan, and he connects with a belly to back suplex that puts him down on the mat. Joey Bellarosa rolls towards the ropes, and he pulls himself up to his feet. Joey Bellarosa falls into the corner, and he pulls himself up in the corner. Azar Vulcan runs towards the corner, and he goes for a knee to the face, but Joey Bellarosa is quick, and he blocks it, and walks out of the corner, and he connects with a stacked power bomb!! Joey Bellarosa holds Azar Vulcan into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………….KICK OUT by Azar Vulcan!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan might be in trouble.
King-You might be in trouble from me punching you in your face.
Kris Gaffney-Violent.
[Joey Bellarosa picks up Azar Vulcan, and Azar slides out of the back, he pushes Joey forward, the ref dives out of the way. Azar Vulcan connects with a low blow which the ref doesn’t see, and he connects with the Money Maker on Joey. Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Joey Bellarosa. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2…………3!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan wins, but with tactics I wouldn’t be proud of.
King-Well, he’s better than you JR…different rules.
(Azar Vulcan stands over Joey Bellarosa holding up the world championship as Last Stand goes off the air.)