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(Copyright information is shown on the screen. We go to a highlight screen of past First Bloods and the current First Blood matches settling on the main event between Azar Vulcan Jack Lynch and Aari Maxwell. An intro screen welcomes us to First Blood 2025. 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, and they zoom out to display the location information, we get one more shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)

JR-Welcome to the 2025 edition of First Blood, I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.

King-Odd, doesn’t feel like 202…..Kris and JR hit Kris

Kris Gaffney-Anyways, we have a great show headlined by the main event of the night Jack Lynch vs. Aari Maxwell, and Azar Vulcan.

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

(Lights out, crowd waits in anticipation and then erupt in both boos and cheers for The Irish God when green smoke fills the dark arena and a spotlight shines at the top of the ramp, all when Sinéad O'Connor & The Chieftains - The Foggy Dew plays throughout the arena. From the back, arms out and swinging cockily comes walking the Irish God, Lugus Cuhullin. He stops atop the ramp with his hands by his side and face looking to the ground and he raises his fists slowly making an X above his head. The Irish God slams his fists down and fireworks shoot from the ramp and lights flash green as The Irish God does quick shadowboxing with each strike fireworks shooting from the stage. He looks to the ring with his cocky smile.)

JR-Lugus Cuhullin recently have been a tag team wrestler.

King-He’s an Irish god though, it doesn’t matter.

Kris Gaffney-Always a good thing to be in any situation.

Suddenly, the powerful tones of “Twilight of the Thunder God” by Amon Arnath engulfed the arena. Lights went pitch black for a moment, and when they return, they danced in a patriotic sequence of Red, White, and Blue while sparks rained down from the ceiling. The camera panned around quickly, searching for the source of the entrance, finally setting halfway up the stands in the crowd. There stood Jackson Gunner followed by Wade Wilson, surrounded by a sea of ecstatic fans. The crowd’s roars intensified as he tore off his tank top, throwing it to a lucky audience member. In a gesture of sheer energy, he beat his chest and threw his hands into the air, forming an X, signaling his readiness for battle as his Championship drapes over his shoulder.)

Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman! Making his way through the crowd, hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii, standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 250 pounds… he is the reigning EMF TV Champion, “THE SMILING WARRIOR” JACKSON “KOA KOA” GUNNER!

JR-Jackson Gunner knows Lugus Cuhullin can be a singles wrestler.

King-It’s like Road Dogg could be a singles wrestler after being in such a great tag team with X-Pac.

[Jackson Gunner and Lugus Cuhullin stand in the ring. Jackson Gunner, and Lugus Cuhullin talk trash to each other. Lugus Cuhullin yells fooooooook, Lugus Cuhullin throws a fist to the face, and Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face of Lugus Cuhullin. Lugus Cuhullin throws a wild fist to the face, and Jackson Gunner ducks under. Jackson Gunner hooks Lugus Cuhullin. Jackson Gunner connects with a german suplex release that sends him flying across the ring, and he crashes into the mat. Jackson Gunner waits for Lugus Cuhullin to get up to his feet. Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him back, Jackson Gunner attempts to whip Lugus Cuhullin to the ropes, but Lugus is able to reverse the whip. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes. Lugus Cuhullin lowers his head, and Jackson Gunner connects with a running DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Lugus Cuhullin. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2………..KICK OUT by Lugus Cuhullin!!]

JR-Lugus Cuhullin was able to kick out.

King-Probably yelled FOOK while doing it.

Kris Gaffney-Always important to mention.

[Lugus Cuhullin is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner lifts him up, and he connects with a few elbows to the side of the head. Lugus Cuhullin falls behind him. Jackson Gunner turns around, Lugus Cuhullin, and he connects with a head butt into the face of Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner stumbles backwards in pain, and he throws a wild fist to the face of Lugus Cuhullin. Lugus Cuhullin is able to duck under, and he connects with a round house kick to the side of the head that turns around Jackson Gunner. Lugus Cuhullin hooks Jackson Gunner, and he connects with a release german suplex. Lugus Cuhullin takes a few moments to rest up, and then he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. He whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Lugus Cuhullin throws him in the air, and he connects with a European upper cut that drops Jackson Gunner. Lugus Cuhullin 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-Lugus almost got a three.

King-The ref might need to do a better job, he’s counting for an Irish God!

Kris Gaffney-Good reason…

[Jackson Gunner is slow to get up to his feet. Lugus goes for the Baptism, Jackson Gunner ducks under. Jackson Gunner lifts up Lugus, and Gunner connects with the Baptism on Lugus!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Lugus. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………3!!]

JR-Jackson Gunner did it!

King-Shut up JR!

(“I am greatness” blasts on the PA system. Roman Reigns walks out on the stage holding up a 1, and he walks down the isles. Roman Reigns walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)

JR-Roman Reigns faced the Wretched Nobody a year ago.

King-There was still a lot still be decided.

Kris Gaffney-Maybe we’ll find out tonight.

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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-The Wretched Nobody has been running over everyone.

King-He’s looking for some sort of power.

Kris Gaffney-Who’s more powerful than the Tribal Chief?

[Roman Reigns and The Wretched Nobody stand in the ring, and they lock up The Wretched Nobody pushes him backwards. Roman Reigns jumps in the air agoing for super man punch, the Wretched Nobody duck sunder, and Roman Reigns tursn around, and the Wretched Nobody connects with a front head butt on the face of Roman Reigns. Roman Reigns stumbles backwards. The Wretched Nobody connects with a hard clothesline that puts down Roman Reigns gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody throws him into the corner, The Wretched Nobody connects with a running clothesline in the corner, The Wretched Nobody backs out of the corner, and he grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he connects with the spine chiller. The Wretched Nobody goes into the corner, and he measures up on Roman Reigns. The Wretched Nobody connects with the trephination. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Roman Reigns the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2……….3!! The Wretched Nobody wins the first fall!!]

JR-The Wretched Nobody gets the fall quickly.

King-This sort of match does lead itself to strategy.

Kris Gaffney-That’s an interesting away to put it.

[The Wretched Nobody picks up Roman Reigns by the throat, and he goes for the Spine chiller, but Roman Reigns gets free, and he connects with the super man punch that stumbles back the Wretched Nobody. The Wretched Nobody gets picked up, and connected with a spine buster!! The Wretched Nobody is down, Roman Reigns takes a few moments to rest up, and he runs to the ropes as the Wretched Nobody is getting up to his feet, and he connects with a jumping clothesline. Roman Reigns goes into the corner, and he measures up on The Wretched Nobody. Roman Reigns runs out of the corner, and he connects with the spear. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on Roman Reigns. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2…………..3!! ROMAN REIGNS WINS THE SECOND FALL!!]

JR-Roman Reigns wins the second fall.

King-That sets up Roman strong!

Kris Gaffney-Maybe…

[Roman Reigns goes into the corner, and he calls for another spear, but at the last moment The Wretched Nobody counters with a less impactful trephination. Roman Reigns stumbles backwards on his feet. The Wretched Nobody runs towards the ropes, he bounces off of the ropes, but Roman Reigns counters with a spear. Both wrestlers go down, Wretch’s arm goes over Roman, Roman’s arm goes over Wretch. There is a double count on both competitors. The ref counts 1……….2………3!!]

JR-Roman Reigns and the Wretched Nobody get the final fall, it’s a draw.

King-That’s unexpected.

JR-Shut up King JR piledrives King

Kris Gaffney-That was unexpected!

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

JR-Tony Ikeda has seen a lot of First Blood’s.

King-He wasn’t in the first, First Blood…but that’s because he was working on the big bang.

Kris Gaffney-HA! Even in absence he’s old.

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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 is no stranger to First Blood.

King-He was in the main event last year.

Kris Gaffney-Guess we’ll see what happens this year.

[Tony Ikeda and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, and they lock up. Tony Ikeda puts Patrick Payne into a side head lock, but Patrick Payne hooks him, and he drops him with a belly to back suplex that puts him down on the mat. Patrick Payne waits as Tony Ikeda gets up in pain, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knock shim backwards. Patrick Payne whips him to the ropes. Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes. Tony Ikeda connects with a one man flap jack that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne lifts up Tony Ikeda, and he connects with a body slam on Tony Ikeda. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he climbs up to the top rope. Patrick Payne leaps off of the top rope. Patrick Payne goes for a Flight Risk. Patrick Payne connects on Tony Ikeda. 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 kick out at the last moment.

King-This train is rolling along.

Kris Gaffney-Or getting frustrated

[Patrick Payne waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet, and once he get sup to his feet. Patrick Payne kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, but he is able to roll out of the move. Patrick Payne goes for a clothesline. Tony Ikeda hooks him, and he connects with a Patrick Payne. Tony Ikeda connects with a full nelson slam. Tony Ikeda falls on to the ropes. Patrick Payne is slow to getup to his feet. Tony Ikeda picks up Patrick Payne, and he connects with an inverted atomic dorp. Patrick Payne is in a lot of pain. Tony Ikeda drops Patrick Payne with a running clothesline that puts down Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda hooks him, and connects with a side Russian leg sweep. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts the 1……………2………..KICK OUT by Patrick Paye!! Tony Ikeda gets up, and he connects with a few stomps on the downed Patrick Payne.]

JR-Tony Ikeda is taking it to Patrick Payne.

King-He’s feeling payne to max.

Kris Gaffney-Ha!

[Tony Ikeda waits for Patrick Payne to get up to his feet, Tony Ikeda goes for a full nelson suplex, but it’s countered with a snap mare. Patrick Payne gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda gets kicked to the gut, and he sets him up. Patrick Payne connects with the Payne Per View!! Tony Ikeda seems out of it. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]

JR-Patrick Payne reversal lead him to victory tonight.

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.

JR-Little Mac striking ability to should aide him.

King-What about against a steel chair.

Kris Gaffney-Guess he could punch it back in their faces.

King-Ouch…

(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 is a former Extreme Champion.

King-Getting the championship back on First Blood would be pretty big.

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 has been difficult to defeat however.

King-I blame his music.

Kris Gaffney-And math.

[The Dungeon Master, Little Mac, and Fenrir Kaine stand in the ring on opposite sides The bell rings, and Little Mac see’s that Fenrir Kaine is going towards him, and Fenrir Kaine ducks under, and he connects with a super kick that makes Little Mac crashes into the Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master falls out of the ring. Fenrir Kaine waits as Little Mac stumbles towards him, and he throws up in the air, and he connects with a pop up samoan drop Little Mac. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……………KICK OUT by Little Mac!!! Fenrir Kaine takes a few moments to consider what to do next.]

JR-Fenrir Kaine thought he might have been able to win there.

King-It might be as it seems he got close, but wrestlers do like to take as much time to rest up.

Kris Gaffney-Guess might have been wishful thinking.

[The Dungeon Master steps inside of the ring, Fenrir Kaine goes for a super kick, but he ducks under. The Dungeon Master the Dungeon Master connects with a few palm strikes, and spinning chops. Fenrir Kaine attempts to go for a fist to the face, but The Dungeon Master ducks under. Fenrir Kaine turns, and he gets blasted with a super kick to complete the Nat 20 combo which knocks him right into Little Mac who falls out of the ring. The Dungeon Master connects with a kick to the gut, and he plants him into the mat with a DDT. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..KICK OUT by Fenrir Kaine!!]

JR-Kick out by Fenrir Kaine.

King-The extreme champion almost was able to take advantage of this situation.

JR-It’s his match to win at this point.

[The Dungeon Master see’s that Little Mac is on the apron, and he goes over to Little Mac, and he attempts to attack him, but it’s countered with a hang man. Little Mac goes over the top rope, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope. Little Mac connects with a double axe handle on the Dungeon Master. Little Mac gets ready, and he connects with the liver punch. Little Mac runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a running knee to the face of Fenrir Kaine. Little Mac connects with a reverse neck breaker on Fenrir Kaine.]

JR-Little Mac is building up the momentum.

King-Let’s hope he doesn’t run out of stars.

Kris Gaffney-We’ll know that the moment he turns pink.

[Little Mac measures up, and he connects with the KO punch on Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine falls backwards, and out of the ring. Little Mac tries to go after Fenrir, but Dungeon Master lifts up Little Mac, and he drops him with the Critical Hit on Little Mac. Little Mac is out of it. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…………3!!]

JR-The DUngoen Master comes in the back door, and defends his Extreme championship!

(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He walks down ot the ring.)

JR-Zack Ryder has the most experience of anyone in this match.

King-He also knows it’s not easy to win.

Krsi Gaffney-But that’ll get him the chance to find that moment.

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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 has had big moments.

King-Now as apart of the Maledictum, he has a new view on everything.

Kris Gaffney-That could help him.

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 power moves are going to play a big role.

King-If only he listen to the Melon Gods, then he’d win!

Kris Gaffney-I’ve seen different results from Melon Club members…

(“Jaspers Ace’s theme” blasts on the PA system. Jasper Ace walks out on the stage, and he walks down the isle and into the ring.)

JR-He has the least amount of experience in this match.

King-That could be an advantage if he attacks it with reckless abandon.

Kris Gaffney-That could be.

[Zack Ryder, Austin Jameson Mercer, Ragnar Ayerswindale, Jasper Ace stand in the ring, and the wrestlers start to brawl, and Zack Ryder and Ragnar Ayterswindale fall out of the ring. Austin Jameson Mercer is on the defensive, Jasper Ace runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, but at the last moment Austin Jameson Mercer takes down Jasper Ace with a hard clothesline. He is slow to get up to his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a world premiere. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Jasper Ace!!]

JR-Austin Jameson Mercer started quickly.

King-Despite the powers the Maledictum gave him…he’s still not perfect.

Kris Gaffney-Too bad I don’t have a towel to throw behind my back right now.

[Zack Ryder is about to whip Ragnar Ayerswindale into the ring steps, but it’s countered by Ragnar Ayerswindale. Zack Ryder crashes into the ring steps shoulder first. Zack Ryder is in a lot of pain. Ragnar Ayerswindale notices what is going on in the ring, and he climbs up on the apron. Austin Jameson Mercer attempts to attack him, but it’s countered with a hang man that makes Austin Jameson Mercer stumble backwards. Austin Jameson Mercer is stunned. Ragnar Ayerswindale runs towards Austin Jameson Mercer, and he connects with the gunginar spear on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2…………Zack Ryder breaks up the count.]

JR-Zack Ryder might have saved the match.

King-He wasn’t going to find out.

Kris Gaffney-Probably a good idea.

[Ragnar Ayerswindale steps inside of the ring, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a flying clothesline that knocks down Ragnar Ayersindale. Ragnar Ayerswindale gets up to his feet, and Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick that knocks back Ragnar Ayerswindale. Zack Ryder runs towards the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder backs up, and Ragnar Ayerswindale falls into the corner in a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up. Zack Ryder fists pumps (Woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder runs towards corner, and he connects with a broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder puts up the sign for the Rough Ryder. But before he can go for it, Jasper Ace comes into the picture, and he takes Zack Ryder down with a heart punch.]

JR-Jasper Ace makes his presence felt.

King-Ryder felt it.

Kris Gaffney-Probably didn’t feel sick bro.

[Jasper Ace turns around, suddenly he gets Gunginar Speared out of his boots by Ragnar Ayerswindale. Ragnar stacks Ace on his shoulders into a pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………….3!! RAGNAR AYERSWINDALE WINS THE FIRST FALL!! Jasper is slow to get up to his feet, Austin Jameson Mercer throws Zack Ryder out of the ring. AJM goes over to Jasper, AJM connects with a kick to the gut, he sets up Jasper, and Austin connects with a World Premiere with a bridge on Jasper Ace. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……..2……….3!! AUSTIN JAMESON MERCER WINS THE SECOND FALL!!]

JR-Ragnar took Jasper off guard seemingly enough that Austin Jameson Mercer was able to follow up to get the victory.

The arena lights slowly dim… not to black, but to a deep amber hue, casting long shadows across the entrance stage. A single spotlight hits the curtain. Then—
“And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder…”
Johnny Cash’s voice rolls out slow, cold, and final. “The Man Comes Around” begins—no pyro, no flash, just presence. The kind of presence that makes grown men sit up straight and keep their mouths shut.
Joey Bellarosa steps through the curtain with the confidence of a man who doesn’t walk—he arrives.
He’s dressed in a custom-fitted, jet-black suit. No tie. Collar loose. A single gold chain rests across his chest. He adjusts the cuffs on his jacket, like he’s preparing for a meeting—not a fight.
Flanking him are two women: Seraphine Quinn and Rosa Milioti.
Seraphine walks like a queen, calm and composed, her gaze forward, never breaking focus. Rosa, on the other side, chews gum, smirks, and scans the crowd like she’s daring someone to make eye contact. Together, they don’t follow Joey—they orbit him.
Smoke creeps across the floor like fog rolling in from the streets. The spotlight stays fixed on Joey as he slowly makes his way to the ring, never looking left or right. The crowd? They’re not booing. They’re not cheering. They’re watching. Respectfully. Nervously.
As the music swells—
“Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still…”
Joey reaches the ring steps and pauses. He removes his jacket, folds it with care, and hands it to Seraphine, who takes it without a word. Rosa cracks her knuckles and leans against the barricade, eyes still scanning the crowd.
Joey wipes his boots on the apron—not out of respect for the ring, but because this is his house, and you don’t walk filth across your own floors.
He enters the ring slow. Controlled. No wasted motion. He walks to the center and stands still, eyes down. When the music hits the final verse—
“…and behold, a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death…”
Joey lifts his chin. Stares dead into the hard cam. No emotion. No expression. Just the eyes of a man who’s already decided how this ends.
And then—
Samantha Irvin’s voice echoes with reverence and weight.
"Introducing… from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 245 pounds… he is The Don… JOEYYYYYY… BELLAROSA!"
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just stands in the center of the ring while the lights return to full.
Because the match hasn’t started.
Not yet.
Joey’s just letting you understand what you stepped into.
This isn’t hype.
This is business.
And business is about to be handled.

JR-Joey Bellarosa picks his spots, and this is one of the biggest.

King-Only one bigger is World Championship tonight, and that’s not one on one.

Kris Gaffney-That is a good point.

[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-However, Mansa has been through fire since becoming IC champion.

King-This is a big spot, we’ll see how it goes

[Mansa Carthage and Joey Bellarosa stand in the middle of the ring, and they lock up, Joey Bellarosa gets pushed back by Mansa Carthage. Joey Bellarosa stops himself by hooking the ropes, and he stops his momentum. Mansa Carthage runs at Joey Bellarosa, Joey is able to counter with a drop toe hold that sends him flying into the top rope. Joey Bellarosa waits as Mansa Carthage stumbles towards him, and he connects with a few fists to the face, and then he tries to whip him to the ropes, and he reverses the whip. He bounces off of the ropes. Joey Bellarosa connects with a flying shoulder block that sends him flying backwards, and he stumbles back on the roeps. Joey Bellarosa connects with a Mafia Kick to the side of that drops Mansa Carthage. Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage!!]

JR-Mansa Carthage was able to kick out.

King-I doubt that’s all Joey has.

Kris Gaffney-I think he’s just started.

[Joey Bellarosa goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. He jumps off of the top rope, and he leaps off of the top rope. He goes for a flying axe handle, but it’s countered Mansa Carthage connects with a belly to belly suplex. Mansa Carthage rolls into the corner, and he climbs up to his feet. Joey Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet. Once he get sup to his feet. Joey Bellarosa turns around, and Mans Carthage is able to connect with the super man punch dropping Joey Bellarosa. Mansa Carthage takes a few moments to rest up. He measures up on Joey Bellarosa. Joey Bellarosa gets up to his feet, and he grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a sit down double handed choke bomb! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Joey Bellarosa. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………….2……………..KICK OUT by Joey Bellarosa!!]

JR-Mansa Carthage coming back strong.

King-You made me wonder if Roman Reigns was in this match for a moment.

Kris Gaffney-Should never use the word strong unless Roman’s in the match.

[Mansa Carthage waits for Joey Bellarosa to get up to his feet, and he picks him up, but Joey is able to struggle out of the back. Joey Bellarosa goes for a Mafia Kick, but Mansa Carthage ducks under. Joey Bellarosa swings through. Mansa Carthage picks up Joey Bellarosa, and he connects with the Dragons Descend!! Mansa Carthage holds Joey into a pin. The ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]

JR-Mansa Carthage gets 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-Jack Lynch had up’s, and downs this years, but it’s all comes together with a big moment at the biggest show of the year.

King-His own career in 2025 is chaos.

Kris Gaffney-Got to admit…that’s dedication to the gimmick.

JR-Aari Maxwell has battled the Maledictum through out 2025

King-Guess it’s fitting that the final show of the year is him facing Azar.

[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 won the championship early this year.

King-I think we always assumed Azar was champion, considering how much better than he is than us.

Kris Gaffney-You know who else was the devil.

King-….um…gets flash backs and vomits

[Azar Vulcan, Jack Lynch, Aari Maxwell stand in the ring waiting for the first move. Jack Lynch goes for a Pandemonium kick on Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell ducks under, and he pushes Jack Lynch into the back, and pushes Jack Lynch into Azar Vulcan. Azar Vulcan falls out of the ring. Jack Lynch stumbles around. Aari Maxwell spring boards off of the second rope, and he connects with a spring board cutter. Aari Maxwell goes out of the ring, and he climbs out of the ring, and he connects with the 630 senton on Jack Lynch. Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2…………Azar Vulcan breaks up the three count!!]

JR-Azar Vulcan might have saved his championship there.

King-I think he could have done it by doing nothing….his awesomeness would just made Jack Lynch kick out!

Kris Gaffney-Sounds like an order of awesomeness…Jack Lynch wouldn’t like that, he might lose just to maintain chaos.

[Aari Maxwell runs at Azar Vulcan. Azar Vulcan side steps him, and throw into the ring post. Azar Vulcan see’s that Jack Lynch who has climbed up to his feet. Azar Vulcan runs towards the ropes, and he clothesline Jack Lynch over the top rope, and he crashes down on the mat around ring side. Aari Maxwell pulls himself up in the corner. Azar Vulcan connects with a clothesline in the corner, and he backs up. Azar Vulcan kicks Aari Maxwell in the gut, and he sets him up, and he drops him with a brain buster. Azar Vulcan gets up to his feet, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a spring board moonsault on Aari Maxwell!]

JR-The champion however has turned this match in his favor.

King-I imagine that’s how it always is, he wakes up and wonders how do others wake up, and realize I’m still not better than Azar.

Kris Gaffney-Easier when others are better than you too, I guess.

[Azar Vulcan would go into the cover, but he see’s Jack Lynch coming into the ring, but he goes for a Money Maker, Jack Lynch ducks under, and Azar Vulcan gets hit with the Pandemonium Kick to the face. While this is happening Aari Maxwell is able to roll out of the ring. Jack Lynch runs towards the corner as Azar Vulcan is in the corner. Jack Lynch jumps in the air, and he connects with a jumping clothesline in the corner, and he backs out of the corner. Azar Vulcan stumbles out of the corner. Jack Lynch hooks Azar Vulcan, and he sets him up. Jack Lynch connects with a northern lights suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2……………Aari Maxwell is able to come out of no where and he breaks up the pin with my Kingdom!!]

JR-Aari Maxwell might have saved the match there.

King-Doubtful considering how much better Azar is than everyone else.

Kris Gaffney-Why did Jack Lynch try at all…

[Jack Lynch rolls out of the ring in pain. Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, but Azar Vulcan connects with a Money Maker dropping Aari Maxwell. Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……….3!!]

JR-Azar Vulcan survives First Blood with his championship!

King-Now were going to do fireworks.

Kris Gaffney-In the WWE this happens anytime someone does something somewhat positive

(Azar Vulcan holds up the World championship as fireworks blasts off as First Blood fades to black.)