(Copyright information is shown on the screen. We go into a highlight video of the prior month’s Pay Per View with Azar Vulcan walking out of the ring with the world championship. Building up to this month’s one on one cage match against the former world champion, Patrick Payne. We go into an introduction screen that welcomes us to Return of an Era 2025. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage, and the lights turn on, and fans yell, and wave their signs. We get a few shots of the crowd. We zoom out to display the location information. We get a final shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to the 2025 edition of Return of an Era. I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-And this night seems to ALWAYS live up to it’s name.
Kris Gaffney-ALWAYS!!
King-Anyways, Patrick Payne lost the world title last month in triple threat, but tonight he’s hoping things will be different as he’ll be locked up in a steel cage in a one on one. If only the other guy wasn’t already better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-Always a negative.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(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 shown he can be very dominate here in the Extreme Measures Federation.
King-This is his first title match, always a big test.
Kris Gaffney-Not just whether he can win it here, but what comes next.
(The arena lights suddenly cut out, plunging everything into darkness. For a brief moment, the only sound is the murmur of the crowd, uncertain of what’s about to happen. Then, with a crackle of static, “My Way” by Frank Sinatra begins to play. But it’s not the smooth, classic version everyone knows—this one is slightly distorted, as if being played on an old, warbled record.
A lone spotlight flickers on, illuminating the entrance ramp where Jack "The Anarchist" Lynch stands, his silhouette stark against the chaos flashing on the titantron behind him—glitchy visuals of riots, fires, and carnage intercut with scenes from black-and-white films, all overlayed with the words "The Anarchist" in jagged, graffiti-style text.)
Announcer: Making his way to the ring. Fight from Wellington, New Zealand
. He stands 6'1" and weighs 230 pounds. He is The Anarchist, Jack Lynch!
(Jack takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his barbed-wire baseball bat resting casually on his shoulder. He wears a long, tattered trench coat covered in patches and scribbled phrases that look like they were done in a fit of madness. With each step, the crowd’s anticipation builds, his presence commanding yet erratic, like a ticking time bomb.
As he strides down the ramp, Jack’s grin is wide and manic, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of what’s to come. He stops suddenly, halfway down, as if a thought has just occurred to him. With a playful shrug, he pulls a flask from inside his coat, takes a swig, and sprays the liquid into the air. The mist catches the spotlight, creating a shimmering, chaotic halo around him as he continues toward the ring.
Reaching ringside, Jack doesn’t just walk up the steps like everyone else—no, that’s too predictable. Instead, he makes a sudden, wild dash toward the barricade, leaping onto it with the grace of a cat, balancing precariously on the edge. He taunts the crowd, swinging his bat playfully, then balances along the top of the barricade as if it were a tightrope, laughing all the while.
Finally, he jumps down and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, rolling to his feet in one fluid, exaggerated motion. He twirls his bat in his hand like a gunslinger ready for a duel, his eyes scanning the crowd as if daring anyone to challenge him.
Once inside, Jack heads straight for the nearest turnbuckle, leaping up onto it with a wild, unhinged energy. Perched there, he looks out over the crowd with a mix of madness and glee, as if soaking in the chaos he’s about to unleash. With a sudden, dramatic swing of his bat toward the titantron, the screen behind him glitches violently, flashing between images of destruction and his own maniacal grin.
Jack then hops down from the turnbuckle, casually tossing his bat to a ring crew member with a wink and a smirk, as if he’s just handed them a live grenade. He leans back against the ropes, whistling the last notes of "My Way" as if it’s all just a part of his twisted, chaotic day.)
JR-Jack Lynch is not a champion to be taken lightly.
King-Shouldn’t mess with chaos.
Kris Gaffney-Probably not
[Fenrir Kaine, and Jack Lynch pace around the ring, and Fenrir Kaine goes for a wild fist, and Jack Lynch is able to hit a few knife edge chops to the chest that echo through out the arena. Fenrir Kaine goes for a wild fist to answer back, but moving quickly Jack Lynch ducks under, and he connects with a jaw breaker that knocks him backwards. Fenrir Kaine falls on the ropes. Jack Lynch runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a clothesline that knocks Fenrir Kaine out of the ring. Fenrir Kaine crashes down on the mat around ringside. Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, and Jack Lynch goes over to the ropes, and he sling shots himself over the top rope, and he tries to connect with a cross body block, but it’s caught by Fenrir Kaine who tries to transfer Jack Lynch to his shoulder, but he struggles out of the back of Fenrir Kaine. Jack Lynch pushes Fenrir Kaine into the ring post. He strikes the ring post, he looks under the ring, and he pulls out a trash can lid, and he connects with a can shot to the face that stumbles Fenrir. Jack Lynch throws Fenrir Kaine into the ring, and he slides into the ring, and he still has the trash can lid, and he waits for Fenrir Kaine to get where he wants him. Jack Lynch throws the trash can lid, and Fenrir catches it, and Jack Lynch kicks it back into the face of Fenrir Kaine to complete the Pandemonium Kick!! This drops Fenrir Kaine. Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine, and the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………………2…….KICK OUT by Fenrir Kaine!!]
JR-Jack Lynch hit Fenrir with various big moves, but he wasn’t able to keep him down.
King-I think that’s better said than done.
Kris Gaffney-We have seen that since Fenrir has debut
[Jack Lynch waits for Fenrir Kaine to get up to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, he picks him up, but Fenrir Kaine is able to counter with a few elbows to the side of the head, and he slides out of the back. Fenrir Kaine stumbles around as Jack Lynch turns around, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that puts down Jack Lynch. Fenrir Kaine takes a few moments to rest up, and he is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet he see’s that Jack Lycnh is in the corner, Fenrir Kaine runs towards the corner he connects with a hip attack in the corner. Fenrir Kaine backs out of the corner taking a few moments to rest up, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Fenrir Kaine whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine throws him up in the air, and he catches him with a pop-up samoan drop. Fenrir Kaine falls into a pin on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch is feeling the effects of that last move. Fenrir Kaine takes a few moments to recover, and he waits as Jack Lynch gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, and Fenrir Kane whips Jack Lynch to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jack Lynch jumps in the air, and he goes for a cross body block, but Fenrir Kaine catches Jack Lynch, and he connects with a fall away slam!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine is gaining momentum.
King-Although this is chaos.
Kris Gaffney-So that’s a positive for Jack Lynch, I guess..
[Fenrir Kaine waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine lifts him up, but Jack Lynch slides out of the back. Jack Lynch goes for another Pandemonium Kick. Fenrir ducks under, and Jack Lynch turns around, Fenrir picks him up, and he drops him with the Eclipse Driver!! Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2………3!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine adapted at the last moment to barely get out the way of the Pandemonium Kick to get the win.
The arena goes dark. The sound of a wolf howl erupts from the speakers. A wolf face appears on the tron then the words "I'M HUNGRY! TIME TO FEED!" and "Hungry Like The Wolf" by Duran Duran plays. Killer Tschida shows up on the ramp way wearing a wolf mask and let's out a big wolf howl. He walks to the ring, crawls under the ring ropes then climbs to the top turnbuckle and takes off his mask as he looks to the crowd and does another big wolf howl as the crowd howls with him.
JR-Killer Tschida requested this match.
King-I can understand why, Zack Ryder has been a big part of his career.
Kris Gaffney-That he has.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his camera taking foot of his walk down the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-I expect this to be a highly competitive, but a fairly fought match.
The arena goes dark. The sound of a wolf howl erupts from the speakers. A wolf face appears on the tron then the words "I'M HUNGRY! TIME TO FEED!" and "Hungry Like The Wolf" by Duran Duran plays. Killer Tschida shows up on the ramp way wearing a wolf mask and let's out a big wolf howl. He walks to the ring, crawls under the ring ropes then climbs to the top turnbuckle and takes off his mask as he looks to the crowd and does another big wolf howl as the crowd howls with him.
King-Maybe we should have gotten Mack Daddy to be the ref.
Kris Gaffney-I think that would make Zack Ryder nervous.
King-OK…maybe he could be on commentary…so he can slap JR!
[Zack Ryder, and Killer Tschida shake hands, and they exchange good words before the bell rings, and pace around the ring. Zack Ryder locks Killer Tschida in a head lock. Zack Ryder holds on the pressure. Killer Tschida looks for a way out of the hold. Killer Tschida backs up into the ropes, and he bounces off of the orpes. Killer Tschida connects with a running shoulder block that puts him down on the mat. Zack Ryder waits for Killer Tschida to get up to his feet, and he connects with a running clothesline that puts him down on the mat. Killer Tschida is slow to get up to his feet, and Zack Ryder connects with a few forearm shots to the face that knocks back Killer Tschida. Zack Ryder tries to whip Killer Tschida to the ropes, and Killer Tschida lowers his head, but it’s countered with a swinging neck breaker that puts down Killer Tschida. Zack Ryder gets up, and he waits for Killer Tschida to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder runs towards the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder backs up, and Killer Tschida falls into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up. Zack Ryder fist pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!). Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the face.]
JR-Zack Ryder is taking it to Killer Tschida.
King-Well, he’s definitely not holding back.
Kris Gaffney-Wonder if Killer is rethinking whether or not this is what he wants.
[Zack Ryder pulls Killer Tschida, and he goes into the cover, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……..2..KICK OUT by Killer Tschida!! Zack Ryder measures up on Killer Tschida, and once he gets up, Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but Killer Tschida ducks under. Killer Tschida connects with a reverse jaw breaks on Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder falls back on the ropes, Killer Tschida is slow to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder goes towards Killer Tschida. Killer Tschida connects with a release northern lights suplex on Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder goes flying across the ring, and once he gets up to his feet. Killer Tschida runs towards the corner. Killer Tschida jumps in the air, and he goes for a splash, but Zack Ryder moves out of the way. Ryder runs towards the ropes, Killer Tschida drops Zack Ryder with a Killer Kick!! Ryder goes down, and Killer Tschida falls into the cover. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………….2………….KICK OUT by Zack Ryder!!]
JR-Zack Ryder was able to kick out.
King-Sick bro?
Kris Gaffney-Indeed.
[Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Killer Tschida kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up for a DDT. Zack Ryder rolls out of it. Killer Tschida goes for a clothesline, but Zack Ryder ducks under. Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but it’s caught by Killer Tschida. Killer Tschida goes for a buckle bomb, but Zack Ryder counters with a hurricanarana that sends Killer Tschida into the corner. Killer stumbles around, and Zack Ryder connects with the Rough Ryder!! Killer is down. Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Killer Tschida. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-In a series of counters, Zack Ryder gets the victory!
JR-The Wretched Nobody is a seeker of power, but some might wonder what Degenerate could offer.
King-Well, he does have a glorious past, but not power in the traditional sense. But he does have connections.
Kris Gaffney-Power is who you know sometimes.
The arena lights dimmed as the crowd hushed. Smoke soon crawls across the canvas surrounding everyone in the ring, at ringside and the front rows of the audience who begin anticipating the arrival of The Wretched Nobody when the monitors all go static. A single spotlight shone on the center of the stage as a low, as the ominous tune filled the air. Suddenly, the sound of thunder roared through the speakers as the arena shook with each strike as thick red curtains parted, revealing a large black casket positioned in the center of the stage. "Marche Funèbre MMXXIII" begins to play, the casket starts to rise slowly from the stage, flickering in and out of sight with each flash of strobe lights. As the casket ascended, smoke began to pour out of its cracks and crevices, creating an eerie atmosphere. Suddenly, the lid of the casket burst open, revealing a thick mist from which a massive hand shot out from the depths of the casket, grabbing onto the edge and pulling The Wretched Nobody out of his resting place. The crowd erupted in cheers as The Wretched Nobody emerged from the casket, which fell away in pieces as he stood up towering over seven feet tall and covered in various tattoos and scars. The Wretched Nobody paced back and forth, staring down at the ring with an unflinching glare. The Wretched Nobody broke step as the lights flicker again, as he strides down the ramp, ignoring the fans' outstretched hands and taunts.
Ring Announcer: Making his way down the aisle THE DARK STAR OF EMF! hails from The Danvers State Lunatic Asylum, Salem Massachusetts and at Six Foot Eleven inches tall – at Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds he is… he is Your former Six Time EMF Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld! DEATH HIMSELF! THE WRETCHED NOBODY!
As he approached the ring, bolts of electricity shot out from the turnbuckles, illuminating the darkness around him. The Wretched Nobody climbed up onto the apron, peering down his opponent with a look of pure disdain. Wretch easily stepped over the top rope and made his way to the center of the ring, where he raised his arms and let out a guttural roar. The crowd responded with deafening cheers, their excitement building to a fever pitch. The Wretched Nobody rocks side to side, staring down his opponent ready to charge forward, to unleash his wrath upon anyone who dares to stand in his way.
JR-This might be unlike what Degenerate has had to face in a while.
King-Like Crae, if really pissed off, and without the word machine that makes him TaLk LiKe ThIs.
Kris Gaffney-Good ol’ Crae.
[The Wretched Nobody and Degenerate stand in the middle of the ring, and Degenerate fires away fists, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. The Wretched Nobody connects with a shoulder block that puts down Degenerate. The Wretched Nobody waits for Degenerate to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody connects with a few fists to the face, and he whips him to the ropes. Degenerate bounces off of the ropes, and he jumps in the air going for a cross body block, but it’s caught by the Wretched Nobody who holds Degenerate for a few moments, and he connects with a fall away slam. The Wretched Nobody waits for Degenerate to get up to his feet, and the Wretched Nobody grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he drosp him with the spine chiller. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Degenerate. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Degenerate!!]
JR-Degenerate was able to kick out.
Kris Gaffney-Not exactly how Degenerate drew it up.
King-But if he has been watching The Wretched Nobody’s matches recently, it probably isn’t unexpected.
[The Wretched Nobody waits for Degenerate to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody grabs him around the throat again, and he lifts him up for another Spine Chiller, but Degenerate is able to counter by struggling out of it, and he waits for the Wretched Nobody to turn around. Degenerate hits a kick to the gut, and he drops him with an impaler DDT. Degenerate takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet, Degenerate connects with a few fists o the face of the Wretched Nobody. Degenerate attempts to whip him to the ropes, but the Wretched Nobody reverses the whip. Degenerate bounces off of the ropes. The Wretched Nobody lowers his head, but Degenerate counters with a swinging neck breaker on The Wretched Nobody!!]
JR-Degenerate might have a chance JR.
King-Shut up JR, no he doesn’t.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that Wretch isn’t going to be happy hearing that.
[Degenerate picks up Wretch. Wretch pushes him off, Degenerate hits the ropes, and he bounces back. The Wretched Nobody connects with the trephination!! Degenerate is down. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Degenerate. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……..2……..3!!]
JR-Degenerate gave Wretch a fight, but the Wretched Nobody was too powerful to over come.
(The EMF tron lights up as Steve Walker dressed up in his Link outfit is posting on the new EMF forums. Suddenly he gets a PM from an unknown user. He opens it up…and see’s this…
“I AM ERA! AND I HAVE RETURNED!!
.::Steve Walker::.-Blast that idiot!
“In a year’s time I will return again!”
(Steve Walker types in a response saying he didn’t have to do this year since the Pay Per View already lived up to it’s name. We fade back into the ring.)
[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 quickly become a huge threat.
King-He’s pretty good, but not GOD!
[Kenny Omegrape walks around the ring, giving great fruit advice as Mansa Carthage goes for a fist, but Kenny Omegrape is able to duck under, and he turns around right into a set up, and Mansa Cartage connects with a t-bone suplex that sends him flying across the ring. Mansa Carthage connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. He tries to whip him to the ropes, and does. Kenny OMegrape bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage connects with an arm drag, and Mansa Carthage holds on the pressure with an arm bar. Kenny OMegrape tries to get up to his feet, and he is able to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Kenny Omegrape connects with a knee lift into the gut that stuns Mansa Carthage. Kenny Omegrape runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a scoop power slam! Mansa Carthage goes for 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. Mansa Carthage gets up to his feet, and he connects with a few stomps on the downed Kenny Omegrape, and he backs up, and he waits for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet.]
JR-Mansa Carthage is going to be difficult to beat.
King-That’s what I’d think too…if he wasn’t facing…GOD!
Kris Gaffney-Sure hope the Melon Gods don’t make this confusing…
[Kenny OMegrape and Mansa Carthage stand in the middle of the ring. Kenny Omegrape talks about the greatness of the Melon Gods. Mansa Carthage throws fist that knocks down Kenny OMegrape, Kenny Omegrape is slow to get up to his feet. Mansa Carthage connects with a few fists to the face, and he tries to whip Kenny to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Kenny Omegrape. Mansa Carthage bounces off of the ropes. Kenny Omegrape ducks under a clothesline, and Kenny Omegrape tursn around right into a set up, and he connects with a t-bone suplex that sends him flying across the ring. He crashes into the mat. Kenny Omegrape gets up to his feet, Mansa Carthage connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Mansa Carthage whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a spinning side slam on the mat. Mansa Carthage gets up to his feet, and he waits for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet, and he picks up Kenny Omegrape, and he connects with a tombstone piledriver. Mansa Carthage. 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 a big move there.
King-If it was anyone else, I would question if that really happened, but then he has the Melon Gods..so I’m not shocked.
Kris Gaffney-…that’s the reason…
[Mansa Carthage waits for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage grabs Kenny Omegrape around the throat, and he lifts up, but Kenny Omegrape counters with a DDT from the choke slam attempt. Kenny Omegrape takes a few moments to rest up, and he see’s that Mansa Carthage is on his knee’s, he gets up to his feet, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a running knee to the face that makes Mansa Carthage roll away, and he is rolls out of the ring. Kenny Omegrape runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He jumps through the ropes, and he connects with a suicide dive on Mansa Carthage. Mansa Carthage is down on the mat around ring side. Kenny Omegrape throws him into the ring, and he jumps on the apron, and he climbs up to the top rope. Kenny OMegrape waits for Mansa Carthage gets up to his feet. Kenny Omegrape jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a cross body block on Mansa Carthage into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage!!]
JR-Kick out by Mansa!!
King-But how long can he stand up against GOD!
Kris Gaffney-…..
[Kenny Omegrape waits for Mansa to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Kenny Omegrape hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up but Mansa blocks it, and he connects with a Dragon’s Descent!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage gets the victory.
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda will always bring the fight, if you doubt him, that’s a big mistake
King-Doubting Tony would be BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Kris Gaffney-Always love the Badd puns.
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[As the unmistakable opening notes of "Money" by Pink Floyd begin to echo through the arena, a grandiose display of gold and green laser lights crisscrosses the space, creating an atmosphere of opulence and exclusivity. The entire arena is bathed in a luxurious glow, mimicking the sheen of gold.
The titantron springs to life, showcasing a dazzling montage of Hollywood's most glamorous moments: red carpets, flashing camera lights, and premiere nights, all leading up to the marquee name, "Austin Jameson Mercer," emblazoned across the screen in bold, shimmering letters.
Simultaneously, the entrance ramp transforms into a visual spectacle, resembling a premiere night red carpet. A line of spotlight-equipped drones flies overhead, casting down beams of light that spotlight the path, while confetti cannons strategically positioned at the sides of the ramp blast gold and silver confetti, fluttering down like a cascade of wealth.
Then, with a flair that only he can muster, "Hollywood" Austin Jameson Mercer steps out, clad in a custom-tailored robe that sparkles under the lights, his confident stride in sync with the rhythm of the song. He pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the adulation, a smirk playing across his lips as he surveys his domain.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Making his grand entrance from Beverly Hills, California, standing at six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds... He is the blockbuster sensation of the wrestling world, the “Pretty Boy”, 'Hollywood' Austin Jameson Mercer!"
[Austin then makes his way down the ramp, each step calculated to maximize the dramatic effect of his presence. Personal security guards, dressed in sleek suits, flank him, adding to the aura of untouchable celebrity status. He occasionally stops to pose for the "cameras," his every move oozing the charisma and confidence of a true movie star.
Upon reaching ringside, Austin takes a moment to gaze out at the crowd, offering a cocky wave before he discards his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath, adorned with gold trim that catches the light perfectly. He ascends the stairs and steps through the ropes with an air of entitlement, as if the ring were his personal stage.
The music fades, the lights gradually return to normal, and the confetti settles, leaving Austin Jameson Mercer standing center-ring. He stretches out his arms, welcoming the audience to his show, a smug smile on his face, ready to prove once again why he is the premier attraction, as the arena buzzes with anticipation for the spectacle to come.]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer has gone to a darker place.
King-He’ll be doing horror movies now.
Kris Gaffney-screams
[Austin Jameson Mercer and Tony Ikeda pace around the ring. Tony Ikeda, and Austin Jameson Mercer lock up. Austin Jameson Mercer hooks on an arm bar on Tony Ikeda. Austin Jameson Mercer holds on the pressure on Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda looks for a way out of the hold, and he backs up into the ropes, and he whips Austin Jameson Mercer to the ropes. Austin Jameson Mercer bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a hard shoulder block. Austin Jameson Mercer waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer hits a kick to the gut, and he hooks Tony Ikeda, and he connects with a double under hook back breaker on Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda gets hit with a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he drops him with a world premiere with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda. Austin Jameson Mercer stares down at the ref, and he picks up Tony Ikeda, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a body slam on Tony Ikeda. He backs up, and he jumps in the air, and he comes down on the face of Tony Ikeda with a knee drop.]
JR-So far Austin Jameson Mercer has so far remained in control of this match.
King-That’s not good…in fact it’s bad, BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Kris Gaffney-Had to make sure you got that in.
[Austin Jameson Mercer waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet. Tony Ikeda is up to his feet, and he goes for the Red Carpet, but Tony Ikeda ducks under, and Tony Ikeda runs otwards the ropes. He bounces off of the orpes. He connects with a flying shoulder block, Tony Ikeda waits for Austin Jameson Mercer to get up to his feet, and Tony Ikeda connects with a few fists to the face, and he tries to whip Austin Jameson Mercer, but it’s reversed by Austin Jameson Mercer. Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes, and he goes for another Red Carpet, but Tony Ikeda ducks under. Tony Ikeda hooks Austin Jameson Mercer, and he connects with a full nelson slam!! Tony Ikeda 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. Tony Ikeda waits for Austin Jameson Mercer to get up to his feet, and he connects with a few fists to the face, and he whips Austin Jameson Mercer to ropes. Tony Ikeda connects with a spinning spine buster! Tony Ikeda runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a diving elbow drop.]
JR-Tony Ikeda might be gaining momentum.
Kris Gaffney-Is it still badd?
King-Most definitely Baddddddddddddddddddddd
[Tony Ikeda waits for Austin Jameson Mercer, and he hooks him for a full nelson, but he connects with a few back elbows to the side of the head, and Tony Ikeda almost stumbles inot the ref, but this leaves open for AJM to connect with an eye poke that the ref doesn’t see. AJM connects with a DDT into the mat. AJM goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. AJM jumps off, and he connects with the Final Cut!! AJM goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer gets the victory.
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 going to provide a big challenge for the champion.
King-Literally.
Kris Gaffney-HA!
(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.)
JR-Aari Maxwell has to use his speed advantage to get around the power advantage.
King-Crikey! Sometimes in the wild, you need to keep moving.
Kris Gaffney-You have been listening to Aari too much.
[Samael Dredd, and Aari Maxwell pace around the ring. Aari Maxwell ducks under a wild fist to the face by Samael Dredd. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Aari Maxwell jumps in the air, and he goes for a cross body block, but it’s countered with a shoulder block out of the air that drops Aari Maxwell. Samael Dredd connects with a few stomps on the downed Aari Maxwell. Samael Dredd waits for Aari Maxwell to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Samael Dredd grabs Aari Maxwell’s head, and he connects with a head butt that stuns him, and he falls out of the ropes. Aari Maxwell stays on the apron dazed, and he tries to get into the ring, but Samael Dredd connects with a kick to the face that stuns Aari Maxwell. Samael Dredd hooks Aari Maxwell, and he brings him over the ropes, and he drops him with a Black Decay!! Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell!! Aari Maxwell rolls into the corner, and Samael Dredd backs up allowing him to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Sameal Dredd runs towards Aari Maxwell , he crushes Aari Maxwell into the corner, and he backs out of the corner.]
JR-So far the champion has had to survive, but Dredd is seeing how much fight Aari has.
King-Survival is key, but you got to wonder how long that’s going to be enough.
Kris Gaffney-Against an opponent like Samael Dredd, you can’t hold out for long if you don’t have a plan.
[Aari Maxwell gets up to his feet, Samael Dredd sets him up, but at the last moment Aari Maxwell connects with a few back elbows to the side of the head, and he ducks under. He hooks Samael Dredd, and he connects with a reverse neck breaker. Aari Maxwell takes a few moments to rest up, once he gets up to his feet. Aari Maxwell connects with a reverse jaw breaker that stuns Samael Dredd, and this gives Aari Maxwell the chance to rest up. He gets up to his feet, and he ducks under. He runs towards the ropes, and he spring boards off of the second rope, and he connects with a spring board cutter on Samael Dredd. Aari Maxwell takes a few moments to rest up, and he watches as Samael Dredd is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, once he gets up to his feet. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He connects with a one handed face crusher that drops Samael Dredd. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he measures up, and he connects with a 630 senton on Samael Dredd, and once he is able to go into the cover on Samael Dredd. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………KICK OUT by Samael Dredd!!]
JR-The champions speed has been able to neutralize the challengers power advantage.
King-Crikey.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that he’s more positive about how the match is going now.
[Samael Dredd is slow to get up to his feet, and Aari Maxwell tries to lift up Samael Dredd, but Dredd fights it off with elbows trying to avoid the Gorilla Strength, he throws him towards the ref. Aari Maxwell stops himself from hitting into the ref. Aari Maxwell turns towards Samael Dredd, and Samael Dredd lifts up Aari Maxwell, and he drops him with a Judgment End!! Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………3!!]
JR-Samael Dredd used that momentary distraction, and is power to get the victory, and become the IC champion.
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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-At Payback, Patrick Payne’s world title reign came to an end at the hands of a low blow
King-I saw Azar being better.
Kris Gaffney-You would.
[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 difficult to defeat.
King-That’s why he’s better than you JR…not that is an accomplishment when talking about you JR.
Kris Gaffney-Ouch
[These two big personalities go face to face in the middle of the ring as they talk trash. The bell rings, and they come out firing with punches, and Azar Vulcan is able to duck one of the punches. He connects with a eye poke. Azar Vulcan grabs Patrick Payne’s arm, and he connects with a short arm clothesline that puts down Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne tries to get up to his feet, and Azar Vulcan connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Patrick Payne, he grabs him by the hair, and he throws him hard into the cage side, he bounces off of the cage side. Azar Vulcan lifts him up, and he drops him with a belly to back suplex that puts down Azar Vulcan connects with a few stomps on the downed Patrick Payne who crawls away. Patrick Payne attempts to get up with the help of the ropes in the corner. Patrick Payne gets stomped in the corner, and Azar Vulcan puts his boot on the throat, the ref warns Azar, but can’t break it up. Azar Vulcan picks up Patrick Payne, and he connects with a body slam. Azar Vulcan runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a body slam. Azar Vulcan runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He jumps on the second rope, and he connects with a spring board moonsult!! Azar Vulcan goes into the cover 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 was able to kick out!!
King-He must be thinking…guess he really is better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-This is Patrick Payne we are talking about…
[Azar Vulcan waits for Patrick Payne, and Patrick Payne stumbles up, and Azar Vulcan goes for the Money Maker, but it’s ducked under by Patrick Payne, and Azar Vulcan gets grabbed by the hair, and thrown into the cage. Azar Vulcan falls on the apron. Patrick Payne stumbles runs toward the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he sandwiches Azar Vulcan into the cage side, and his body. Patrick Payne falls backwards, and he takes a few moments to rest up as Azar Vulcan falls thorugh the ropes feeling the effects of that previous move, and hew aits for Azar Vulcan to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. He lifts him up, and he connects with a body slam on Azar Vulcan. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, Patrick Payne jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a Flight Risk on Azar Vulcan. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Azar Vulcan. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….KICK OUT by Azar Vulcan. Patrick Payne gets up, and he waits for Azar Vulcan to get up to his feet, and Patrick Payne connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Azar Vulcan. Patrick Payne tries to whip Azar Vulcan to the ropes, but Azar reverses the whip. Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes, Azar Vulcan lowers his head, but it’s countered with a swinging neck breaker. Patrick Payne measures up on Azar Vulcan.]
JR-It seems that the momentum is going towards the former champion.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe he won’t be the former champion for long.
King-But then again…he’s facing someone who’s already better than him!...And everyone.
[Patrick Payne calls for the door to be opened. Patrick Payne hits a kick to the gut, and he goes for the Payne Per View, but it’s countered low blow on Patrick Payne. Azar Vulcan connects with the Money Maker. Payne falls right through the ropes, and it looks like he’s about to fall through the ropes. Azar Vulcan dives, and he grabs his foot to make sure that keeps him from falling out of the cage. Azar Vulcan uses this chance, and he steps through the cage door, and land on cage. AZAR VULCAN WINS THIS MATCH!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan avoided disaster, and made the choice to not chance it, taking the chance to escape before gravity did it for Patrick Payne.
King-Gravity even knows how good Azar is.
(Azar Vulcan stands on the cage holding up the world championship as Return of an Era goes off the air.)
