The EMF Forum

(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)

(We open up to the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on, and fans yell and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. We zoom out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd.)

JR-Welcome to Saturday Shockwave, I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.

King-The feud of a Few Badd Men and the Maledictum continues as Jackson Gunner takes on Fenrir Kaine.

Kris Gaffney-Both are very talented wrestlers, we’ll see who comes out on top in that match in the end.

JR-Let’s get started with the opening match.

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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 using the teaching of the Maledictum to go to another level.

King-JR if there was a Maledictum of lameness, you would be it.

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 quick striking ability will aide him.

King-Too bad he doesn’t add a second rope fist drop.

Kris Gaffney-Best move ever…

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 doesn’t have a big record, but you know it’s big when he is competing.

King-I like this schedule.

Kris Gaffney-You had it when you were in the WWE…maybe that’s why your piledriver never worked anymore.

[Austin Jameson Mercer, Joey Bellarosa, and Aari Maxwell stand on opposite sides of terh ring, and Austin Jameson Mercer attempts to go for a red carpet on Joey Bellarosa. Joey Bellarosa is able to duck under. Joey Bellarosa connects with the mafia kick to the side of the head. This stumbles Austin Jameson Mercer, Aari Maxwell attempts to go for a spring board cutter, but it’s blocked by Joey Bellarosa, who throws Aari Maxwell into Austin Jameson Mercer, and AJM falls out of the ring. Aari Maxwell stumbles around. Joey Bellarosa kicks Aari Maxwell, and he connects with a DDT into the mat. Joey Bellarosa 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.]

JR-Joey Bellarosa was able to get a quick pin.

King-Didn’t get it, but you do need to take your chances when you get them.

Kris Gaffney-That’s true.

[Austin Jameson Mercer steps inside of the ring Joey Bellarosa throws a wild fist, and Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a belly back suplex that puts down Joey Bellarosa. Joey Bellarosa crashes down on the amt, and Austin Jameson Mercer waits as Joey Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet. He connects with a reverse jaw breaker, Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a clothesline over the top rope. He turns his attention to Aari Maxwell, and he connects with a red carpet on Aari Maxwell dropping him. Ausitn Jameson Mercer 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.]

JR-Austin Jameson Mercer was able to hit the red carpet, but it was not enough.

King-Well guess it’s not with no world premiere.

Kris Gaffney-Ha! Movie references.

[Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, and Austin Jameson Mercer kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up for a World Premiere, but Aari Maxwell is able to shift his weight, and he lands on his feet. Aari Maxwell pushes Austin Jameson Mercer forward. Austin Jameson Mercer hits into Joey Bellarosa on the apron. Joey falls off of the apron, dazed Austin Jameson Mercer stumbles towards Aari Maxwell, Aari Maxwell spring boards off the second rope, and he connects with a spring board cutter on Austin Jameson Mercer. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumsp off, and he connects with the 630 senton!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…….Joey Bellarosa breaks up the count!!]

JR-Whether or not that would have done it, Joey wasn’t going to take chances.

King-Not a bad call.

[Aari Maxwell gets picked up, but Aari counters with a jaw breaker on Joey Bellarosa. Aari Maxwell runs towards the roeps, and he spring boards off, and he goes for a spring board cutter, but it’ sblocked by Joey Bellarosa. Joey Bellarosa pushes Aari off, and Aari hits into Ausitn Jameson Mercer. AJM falls out of the ring. Aari Maxwell stumbles around. Joey Bellarosa kicks Aari Maxwell in the gut, and he sets him up, and he lifts him up, and drops him with the La Famiglia Special!! Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the cout. The ref counts 1…………..2………….3!!]

JR-Joey Bellarosa was able to end this match, and get the victory!

(“Jasper Ace’s theme” blasts on the PA system. Jasper Ace walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)

JR-Joe Lamont is going to be a tough opponent.

King-However, so far Jasper has so far proven himself.

Kris Gaffney-I’m certain he’ll look forward to the challenge.

Cyclone enters with high energy and intensity: jumping, yelling into the crowd, sprinting down the ramp and sliding smoothly into the ring before clapping intensely and pointing at his opponent, often times having to be held back by an official not to start the action before the bell rings.

JR-Joe Lamont talent has been shown with various key wins.

King-All he needs to do is listen to the Grand Wizard, and he should be able to get back on track.

Kris Gaffney-It’s always seem to be difficult for wrestlers to do that…even if they paid them.

[Joe Lamont and Jasper Ace pace around the ring. Joe Lamont lock up with Jasper Ace, Jasper Ace hooks on arm bar, and he holds on the pressure. Joe Lamont pushes back Jasper Ace, and he whips Jasper Ace off of the ropes, and he connects with a shouler block, Joe Lamont gets up to his feet, and he runs towards Jasper Ace who counters with a hip toss neck breaker. Joe Lamont connects with a reverse neck breaker on Joe Lamont. Jasper Ace gets up, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a splash. Jasper Ace goes into the cover on Joe Lamont, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by Joe Lamont!!]

JR-Joe Lamont refuses to lose.

King-He has talent, and the right people backing him.

Kris Gaffney-We’ll see if that’s enough in the end

[Joe Lamont gets picked up by Jasper Ace, and he lifts him up, but Jasper Ace is able to shift his weight, and he lands behind him. Jasper Ace gets hit with the disaster on Jasper Ace.]

JR-However it seems that Joe Lamont still has fight left in him.

King- Definitely can see what he can do with it.

[Jasper Ace is slow to get up to his feet, Lamont runs at Ace. Ace counters with a drop toe hold, and Lamont goes into the second rope. Joe Lamont is stunned. Jasper Ace sets up, lifts, and drops Joe Lamont for his finisher. Jasper Ace goes into the cover on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]

JR-Jasper Ace in the end gets the victory.

[“the duck song” blasts on the PA system Kenny Omegrape fly’s to the ring riding a bolt of lightning shooting grapes from his eyes, he crashes into the ring, and the crowd throws refs at him.)

JR-….again these entrances seem so self defeating.

King-That’s because your mind can’t understand their brilliance, your head would implode JR.

Kris Gaffney-Ouch.

(“Main Event-ish” blasts on the PA system. Jey Uso walks through the crowd, and he steps inside of the ring.)

JR-Jey Uso has come a long way.

King-The internet wishes he wouldn’t have though.

Kris Gaffney-Thank god were not the internet

The arena lights dim, plunging the space into an anticipatory darkness. A hushed silence falls over the crowd, broken only by the distant sound of thunder. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Medieval Viking Music - For Honor (Ft. Peyton Parrish)" resonate through the speakers, their haunting melody echoing in the vastness of the arena.
As the music swells, the titantron flickers to life, displaying a mist-covered Nordic landscape. Towering mountains and dense, shadowy forests under a twilight sky fill the screen, creating an atmosphere of ancient, rugged wilderness.
Amidst this mystical backdrop, scenes of Viking lore begin to unfold on the titantron. Images of longships sailing through stormy seas, warriors brandishing shields and axes, and ethereal figures of Valkyries descending from the heavens captivate the audience, weaving a tale of epic battles and Norse mythology.
A deep, bellowing horn sounds, reminiscent of a Gjallarhorn, heralding the approach of a warrior. The crowd stirs with excitement as a lone figure emerges from the backstage, his silhouette imposing and powerful.
Ragnar Ayerswindale steps into the light, his figure colossal and commanding. He stands for a moment at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena with a calm, unyielding gaze. His attire, a fusion of traditional Viking elements and modern combat gear, complements his muscular build, and Norse runes glint on his gear under the arena lights.
As he begins his descent down the ramp, the music intensifies. The titantron shows images of thunderous battles juxtaposed with serene, majestic landscapes of the Nordic fjords, symbolizing the duality of Ragnar's nature – both a fierce warrior and a stoic guardian of ancient traditions.
Ragnar's movements are deliberate and measured, exuding confidence and a sense of purpose. He occasionally pauses to make eye contact with fans, his expression unchanging, an embodiment of the calm before the storm.
Reaching the ring, Ragnar ascends the steel steps with ease. He stands on the apron for a moment, closing his eyes as if to draw strength from the gods themselves. Then, with a swift and fluid motion, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring.
The music reaches a crescendo, and Ragnar raises his arms, acknowledging the crowd and the arena. The Norse imagery on the titantron gives way to a single, ancient rune, glowing brightly as if imbued with mystical power.
As the music fades and the lights return to normal, Ragnar begins his pre-match ritual, a silent nod to the Viking warriors of old. The arena buzzes with anticipation, the presence of this modern-day Viking leaving an indelible mark on all who witness his entrance.

JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale is looking to make an impact.

King-And with his moves that’s never a problem for him.

Kris Gaffney-I’m certain his opponents wouldn’t mind if he wouldn’t a match or two though

[Ragnar Ayerswindale, Kenny Omegrape, and Jey Uso wait for the first move, Ragnar Ayerswindale goes for a gunginar spear on Kenny Omegrape. Kenny Omegrape counters with a kick to the face, Ragnar Ayerswindale gets thrown into Jey Uso. Ragnar Ayerswindale falls out of the ring, Jey Uso stumbles around, and he gets hits a kick to the gut, and Kenny Omegrape connects with a DDT into the mat. Jey Uso gets to his knee’s, and Kenny Omegrape connects with a running knee to the face of Jey Uso. This puts down Kenny OMegrape. Kenny Omegrape goes into the cover on Jey Uso, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……Ragnar Ayerswindale reaches into the ring, and he pulls off Kenny Omegrape off the pin.]

JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale was able to break up the pin.

King-Ragnar might think it’s because of his gods…but it’s not Melon Gods JR, Melon Gods.

Kris Gaffney-Could have made it easier on the follower though…

[Ragnar Ayerswindale picks up Kenny Omegrape, and he drives Kenny Omegrape back first into the ring post. Kenny OMegrape is in pain, and he falls to his knees. Ragnar Ayerswindale backs up, and he connects with a kick to the face that knocks down Kenny Omegrape. Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the ring, and he waits as Jey Uso is slow to get up to his feet, and once he get sup to his feet, Ragnar Ayerswindale runs towards Jey Uso and he connects with a Gunginar spear on Jey Uso. Ragnar Ayerswindale pushes him on his back. Ragnar goes into the cover on Jey Uso, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2……….KICK OUT by Jey Uso. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a few stomps on the downed Jey Uso. ]

JR-Jey Uso might be in trouble here.

King-I think he’s more yelling another four letter word…and it’s help

Kris Gaffney-Ha!

[Ragnar sets up Jey Uso and he goes for the Runeston power bomb, but Jey is able to struggle out, and he steps back, and he connects with a super kick this turns Ragnar, and Jey lifts up Ragnar Ayerswindale, and he connects with a belly to back suplex into a neck breaker.]

JR-Jey Uso might have Ragnar in trouble here.

King-Seriously…he could have the Melon Gods on his side!

[Jey Uso waits for Ragnar to get up to his feet, Jey Uso goes for a super kick but Ragnar ducks it, and Jey connects with Kenny Omegrape instead. Kenny Omegrape falls out of the ring. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a falling spine buster on Jey Uso. Ragnar hooks on the Midgard Serpent Lock on Jey Uso. Jey Uso fights it, but then realizes he has no choice, and taps out. Ragnar wins via submission!!]

JR-Ragnar was able to get the victory trapping Jey Uso until he realized he had no other choice but to tap out.

(“Game On” blasts on the PA system Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)

JR-Tony Ikeda is looking to gain momentum.

King-Difficult at his age.

Kris Gaffney-Ha!

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-The Dungeon Master however is going to be difficult.

King-Can Tony brain keep up with his math?

Kris Gaffney-I’m guessing…no

[The Dungeon Master and Tony Ikeda stand in the middle of the ring, Tony Ikeda and The Dungeon Master throw fists to the face, and Tony Ikeda puts The Dungeon Master into a side head lock. The Dungeon Master backs up Tony Ikeda to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and the Dungeon Master connects with a hip toss. Tony Ikeda gets up to his feet, and he connects with a palm strikes with spinning chops to the side of the head. Tony Ikeda gets sick of this, and he throws a wild fist to the face. The Dungeon Master ducks under, and he connects with a super kick to complete the Nat 20 Combo that knocks Tony Ikeda backwards into the ropes. The Dungeon Master kicks Tony Ikeda in the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a fisherman suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2…………KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda.]

JR-Tony Ikeda was able to survive that exchange.

King-That’s what he does best…considering how much surviving he’s done since he’s old.

Kris Gaffney-Ha, he’s old!

[The Dungeon Master picks up Tony Ikeda, but at the last moment. Tony Ikeda struggles out of the back, and Tony Ikeda hooks the Dungeon Master, and he connects with a full nelson suplex. Both wrestlers are down on the mat.]

JR-Tony Ikeda was able to hit the full nelson slam.

King-He wasn’t able to follow up.

Kris Gaffney-Maybe he should have used the suplex…

[The Dungeon Master and Tony Ikeda get up to their feet, and the Dungeon Master lifts up Tony Ikeda, and he connects with the Critical Shot!! The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………..3!!]

JR-The Dungeon Master was able to beat Tony to the punch, and get the victory.

(The arena lights suddenly cut out, plunging everything into darkness. For a brief moment, the only sound is the murmur of the crowd, uncertain of what’s about to happen. Then, with a crackle of static, “My Way” by Frank Sinatra begins to play. But it’s not the smooth, classic version everyone knows—this one is slightly distorted, as if being played on an old, warbled record.
A lone spotlight flickers on, illuminating the entrance ramp where Jack "The Anarchist" Lynch stands, his silhouette stark against the chaos flashing on the titantron behind him—glitchy visuals of riots, fires, and carnage intercut with scenes from black-and-white films, all overlayed with the words "The Anarchist" in jagged, graffiti-style text.)
Announcer: Making his way to the ring. Fight from Wellington, New Zealand
. He stands 6'1" and weighs 230 pounds. He is The Anarchist, Jack Lynch!
(Jack takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his barbed-wire baseball bat resting casually on his shoulder. He wears a long, tattered trench coat covered in patches and scribbled phrases that look like they were done in a fit of madness. With each step, the crowd’s anticipation builds, his presence commanding yet erratic, like a ticking time bomb.
As he strides down the ramp, Jack’s grin is wide and manic, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of what’s to come. He stops suddenly, halfway down, as if a thought has just occurred to him. With a playful shrug, he pulls a flask from inside his coat, takes a swig, and sprays the liquid into the air. The mist catches the spotlight, creating a shimmering, chaotic halo around him as he continues toward the ring.
Reaching ringside, Jack doesn’t just walk up the steps like everyone else—no, that’s too predictable. Instead, he makes a sudden, wild dash toward the barricade, leaping onto it with the grace of a cat, balancing precariously on the edge. He taunts the crowd, swinging his bat playfully, then balances along the top of the barricade as if it were a tightrope, laughing all the while.
Finally, he jumps down and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, rolling to his feet in one fluid, exaggerated motion. He twirls his bat in his hand like a gunslinger ready for a duel, his eyes scanning the crowd as if daring anyone to challenge him.
Once inside, Jack heads straight for the nearest turnbuckle, leaping up onto it with a wild, unhinged energy. Perched there, he looks out over the crowd with a mix of madness and glee, as if soaking in the chaos he’s about to unleash. With a sudden, dramatic swing of his bat toward the titantron, the screen behind him glitches violently, flashing between images of destruction and his own maniacal grin.
Jack then hops down from the turnbuckle, casually tossing his bat to a ring crew member with a wink and a smirk, as if he’s just handed them a live grenade. He leans back against the ropes, whistling the last notes of "My Way" as if it’s all just a part of his twisted, chaotic day.)

JR-The former Extreme Champion is having a new surge.

King-Chaos is building.

Kris Gaffney-Jeff Goldblum is a fan.

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The arena lights dim, and the opening beats of NSYNC's "Bye Bye Bye" blast through the speakers. As soon as the first note hits, bright spotlights flash in sync with the music, and a thick cloud of smoke rises from the stage. The crowd immediately erupts in a mix of cheers and laughter, knowing they’re in for something special. As the beat drops, multicolored fireworks explode around the stage, and through the smoke, Patrick Payne bursts out, dancing his way onto the stage like he’s straight out of a 90s boy band video. Patrick starts hitting the iconic "Bye Bye Bye" choreography, exaggerated and dripping with his own flavor. He smirks at the camera, pointing at random fans in the crowd, and moving with the beat like he’s starring in his own music video. He stops midway down the ramp, faking a pause, and then launches back into the dance, arms waving and hips moving as the crowd sings along to the chorus.
EMF Ring Announcer: From wherever he damn well pleases, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall, weighing in at 210 pounds he is the unpredictable, the unstoppable, Patrick ˜The PP Express Payne!!!
As the music continues, the lights flash in rhythm, and Patrick slides into the spotlight, twirling and dipping to the beat. Nearing the ring, he stops for a second, tilts his head toward the camera, and breaks into a final burst of the dance, fully embracing the ridiculousness of it all. Without breaking his flow, he leaps over the top rope with a fluid, acrobatic jump, landing in a perfect roll before bouncing right back into the Bye Bye Bye dance inside the ring. Patrick moves effortlessly, finishing his routine by running up the turnbuckle, arms wide, and executing a picture-perfect backflip off the top rope. As his feet hit the mat, he drops into a flawless superhero landing, kneeling down, one fist on the ground, with a cocky grin stretched across his face. He rises slowly, arms outstretched, soaking in the crowd’s reaction, while the music fades and the lights settle back to normal. The camera zooms in as Patrick winks at the audience, mouthing, "You’re welcome!" before leaning casually against the ropes, waiting for his match to begin.

JR-However, he’ll have to deal with Patrick Payne who is a former world champion.

King-Chaos vs. a train….sounds like a train wreck.

Kris Gaffney-Ha!

[Jack Lynch and Patrick Payne face off, and they lock up, and Jack Lynch puts him into a hammer locks. Patrick Payne counters with a snap mare that sends him flying across the ring. Jack Lynch gets up to his feet, but Patrick Payne connects with a clothesline that knocks him donw on the mat. Patrick Payne connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Patrick Payne whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne connects with a one man flap jack that sends Jack Lynch down on the mat. Patrick Payne waits as Jack Lynch slowly gets up to his feet, Patrick Payne lifts up Jack Lynch, and he connects with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with the flight risk on Jack Lynch!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Jack Lynch, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2…….KICK OUT by Jack Lynch!!]

JR-Jack Lynch was able to kick out!!

King-He’s showing a lot of fight.

Kris Gaffney-Chaos is reigning again

[Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet, Patrick Payne kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up for a Payne Per View, but Jack Lynch spins out of it. Patrick Payne goes for a clothesline, but Jack Lynch is able to duck out of it, and he connects with the Pandemonium Kick to the face that sends him backwards. Jack Lynch picks him up, and he connects with a whiplash spine buster, Jack Lynch falls backwards, and on to the ropes, and he takes a few moments to rest up, and Patrick Payne gets up to his feet, and he runs at Jack Lynch, and Jack Lynch counters with a hot shot that sends him flying into the top rope, and Jack Lynch hooks him, and he connects with a belly to back suplex, and he takes more time to rest up, and once he see’s that Patrick Payne is trying to get up to his feet, he connects with a quick drop kick to the side of the head. This allows Jack Lynch to recover the rest of the way.]

JR-Jack Lynch was able to connect with a few impact moves, and he has found his way into this match.

King-That’s chaos for you, just when you think it’s going one way, it goes another.

Kris Gaffney-Sort of the point, but I understand…I think.

[Patrick Payne gets up to his feet, and he runs at Jack Lynch. Lynch counters with a hot shot that sends Patrick Payne into the top rope. Jack Lynch waits as Patrick Payne stumbles towards him. Jack Lynch picks him up. Jack Lynch lifts up Patrick Payne, and Lynch drops Payne into the Pandemonium Driver!!! Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………3!!]

JR-Patrick Payne might run in too fast, and it cost him.

King-Shut up JR!

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 is continuing his feud with the Maledictum.

King-He’s going to be facing someone with a lot o f success in 2025.

Kris Gaffney-We’ll see what happens.

(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 power, and ability to move should be a challenge for Jackson Gunner.

King-However, Fenrir knows that he’ll have a lot to contend with as well.

[Jackson Gunner and Fenrir Kaine pace around the ring, they lock up, they are fighting position, and switch advantage, but Jackson Gunner is the one who ends up in the corner, and the ref counts to 4, and Fenrir Kaine breaks up the lock up, but he attempts to go for a fist to the face in the corner, but Jackson Gunner ducks Fenrir Kaine fist, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a spear, Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, and Fenrir Kaine throws a wild fist to the face, and Jackson Gunner ducks under, and he connects with a release german suplex that sends Fenrir Kaine flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat, he slowly gets up to his feet, and he kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, then he connects with a double under hook sitdown power bomb into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………….2………..KICK OUT by Fenrir Kaine!!]

JR-Fenrir Kaine is able to kick out at the last moment.

King-Jackson Gunner knows how it’s like to take on the Maledictum.

Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure.

[Jackson Gunner picks up Fenerir Kaine, and he lifts him up to his shoulders. Fenrir Kaine fights back, and he connects with a few back elbows to the side of the head, and he lands behind Jackson Gunner, and he connects with a super kick that puts Jackson Gunner backwards, and Fenrir Kaine follows up with a few fists to the face, and he whips Jackson Gunner to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jackson Gunner gets hit with a spinning heel kick that puts down Jackson Gunner. Fenrir Kaine takes a few moments to rest up. Jackson Gunner and Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet. Jackson Gunner ducks under another super kick, and Jackson Gunner bounces off of the roeps. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes. Jackson Gunner gets thrown in the air, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a pop-up samoan drop!! Fenrir Kaine 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-Jackson Gunner was able to kick out at the last moment.

King-He walked right into that one.

Kris Gaffney-He’s probably telling himself that right now.

[Kaine waits for Jackson Gunner to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner lifts him up, but Jackson Gunner slides out of the back of Kaine. Gunner lifts up Kaine, and he drops him with the burning Samon!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]

JR-Jackson Gunner countered the Eclipse Driver, and got the victory.

King-The feud between a few Badd Men and the Maledictum rages on.

(Jackson Gunner celebrates the win as Shockwave goes off the air.)