The EMF Forum

(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)

(We open up on 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, then zoom out to display the location information system. We get one final shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the final shot.)

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-Tonight we will find out who will join in the tag team title race.

Kris Gaffney-Two matches tonight will decide that.

JR-Speaking of which let’s get started with the first of the two with our opening match.

The arena dims—clean and sharp. No theatrics. Just focus. Then—
“Return of the Mac” hits with that unmistakable groove.
The bass kicks in. The crowd pops.
They know what time it is.
Little Mac steps through the curtain.
He’s wearing a sleeveless hoodie—unzipped, hood down—his hands wrapped tight in black tape, knuckles calloused and exposed.
He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing lightly, eyes sharp, focused. He’s not playing to the crowd—he’s staying loose, staying ready.
Behind him, cool and steady, is Doc Louis, gum in his mouth, towel over one shoulder, nodding like he’s seen this win already.
Mac moves with confidence. Controlled swagger.
Taps his fists together as he walks.
No flash. No posturing. Just presence.
The strobe lights hit light gold and white as the beat pulses, but never overwhelm—because Mac’s energy doesn’t need dressing up.
The fans reach out—he slaps a few hands, nods to others, but he never stops moving. His rhythm is the beat of the ring.
He slides into the ring clean and low, pops up in one fluid motion, and immediately circles the ropes once—keeping his hands moving.
A short jab. A sidestep.
Always working. Always tuned in.
He hits the corner turnbuckle, hops up to the second rope, and raises one wrapped fist in the air—no grin, no posing. Just a statement:
“You’re stepping into my fight now.”
Samantha Irvin fires off with intensity:
"Making his way to the ring… accompanied by Doc Louis… from the Bronx, New York… weighing in at 200 pounds… he is THE PRIZE FIGHTER… LITTLLLLLLLEEEEE MAC!"
Mac drops down, rolls his shoulders, paces back to his corner. Doc gives him a nod, mutters something low.
Mac taps his fists together, leans into the ropes, and eyes his opponent like a sniper finding range.
He doesn’t flex.
He doesn’t scream.
He fights.
And you’d better pray your chin holds up.

The lights cut completely—
BOOM.
A harsh, red strobe light slashes through the dark as the opening beat of “Livid” (Scarlxrd x NF x Hopsin) hits like a car crash.
No countdown. No warning.
Just pure, unapologetic violence in audio form.
The screen glitches violently with distorted flashes of Luca’s face—twisted, screaming, laughing. Static-laced clips of limb-snapping submissions, steel chair shots, and blood-covered snarls flicker behind the noise.
And then—he explodes through the curtain.
Mad Dog Luca Bellarosa bursts onto the stage like he was shot out of a fucking cannon.
No rhythm, no choreography. He’s stomping, shouting, pacing back and forth like a beast trying to decide whether to sprint to the ring or tear the ramp apart with his bare hands.
He’s shirtless. Sweat already dripping. Taped fists. Baggy black pants tucked into unlaced boots. Gold chain bouncing off his chest like it’s trying to escape the madness.
His eyes are wild.
His mouth is moving—talking to himself, barking at the crowd, yelling at no one.
He doesn’t pose. He doesn’t smile.
He storms.
Down the ramp, he points at fans, flips off a camera, laughs manically.
Sometimes he drops to all fours and slams the ground.
Other times he throws punches at nothing just to stay warm.
Samantha Irvin’s voice cracks over the chaos:
"Introducing… from the streets of Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 225 pounds… he is the MAD DOG… LUCAAAA… BELLAROSAAAA!"
He dives under the bottom rope, scrambles across the ring like a spider, then slams himself chest-first into the turnbuckles. Once. Twice. Turns. Roars.
He jumps onto the middle rope, howls like an animal to the crowd, then drops down and paces the ring like it’s too small to hold him.
There’s no composure. No calm. Just a storm in a human shape.
He pounds the mat.
Yells at the referee.
Throws his own body into the ropes to test them.
Because Mad Dog Luca doesn’t come to compete.
He comes to break things.
And when the bell rings?
He’s already moving.

JR-The Bellrosa Family are going to be a unique challenge for any team.

King-Their a combination of various skills.

Kris Gaffney-Plus a good manager.

The arena lights flicker and then cut out, plunging the crowd into darkness. A deep, rumbling bass echoes throughout the arena as "I Am Colossus" by Meshuggah begins to play. Thick, ominous smoke begins to billow from the stage, covering the ramp in a dense fog that swirls menacingly. Dark, crimson lights start to pulse in sync with the slow, crushing beats of the music, casting eerie shadows across the arena. Suddenly, a series of sharp, thunderous booms erupt, sending shocks of fire across the stage, creating a wall of flames that parts to reveal the silhouette of a giant figure. The smoke parts as Malek Voss, towering at 7'2" and 500 pounds, steps through the flames, his form barely visible through the heavy mist. The crowd murmurs in awe as Malek slowly begins his deliberate march toward the ring, his eyes locked ahead with cold, unwavering focus. Each of his footsteps seems to shake the very ground beneath him as the smoke follows his path. The crimson lights continue to pulse, casting him in and out of shadow, emphasizing his monstrous presence. Behind him, the fire burns brighter, leaving a trail of embers in his wake. Malek reaches the base of the ramp and pauses for a moment, taking in the energy of the arena, his expression stoic and unreadable. He places one massive hand on the apron, pulling himself up with ease, his eyes never leaving the ring. With a simple, yet intimidating motion, Malek steps over the top rope, entering the ring as the crimson lights swirl around him. Once inside, he slowly raises one arm to the sky, and as he does, a violent explosion of fireworks bursts from the turnbuckles, bathing the ring in a fiery glow.

EMF Ring Announcer: "Standing at 7 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at 500 pounds… from the depths of destruction itself... The Mad Titan, Malek Voss!"

[The lights return to their dim, crimson hue as Malek strides toward the center of the ring, his massive frame illuminated by the glowing red light. He stands tall, motionless, exuding power and menace, his eyes scanning the crowd as the arena settles into an eerie silence. The music fades, but the oppressive aura of Malek Voss lingers as he waits for his opponent, like a predator stalking his prey.

The arena lights dim as the first beats of "Lie, Cheat, Steal" by CFO$ echo through the speakers. Golden spotlights begin to flicker across the stage, and the screen above the entrance flashes the words "NO GOOD" in bold letters. The crowd starts to react as Vince "No Good" Navarro steps out from behind the curtain, a sly smirk on his face. He’s dressed in his sleek ring gear, adjusting his sunglasses as he pauses at the top of the ramp, arrogantly soaking in the crowd’s reaction. Vince walks down the ramp with exaggerated swagger, pointing to his chest and mouthing to the crowd, “The Bad Boy’s here!” As he struts forward, the golden lights continue flashing in rhythm with the music, highlighting his every step. Vince taunts fans along the way, blowing kisses to a few and brushing off the boos with a cocky laugh.

EMF Ring Announcer: "Making his way to the ring, from the Streets of Sin City, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is the 'No Good,' 'Dirty' Vince Navarro!"

Vince reaches the apron and dramatically wipes his feet on it before stepping into the ring, taking his time as he climbs through the ropes. Once inside, he walks to the center of the ring and spreads his arms wide, showing off to the crowd, as if basking in invisible applause. He then walks over to the ropes, standing on the middle rope and raising his hand to his ear as if daring the fans to boo louder.

Vince Navarro: "All eyes on me, baby! The Bad Boy’s about to show you how it’s done!"

He casually leans against the turnbuckle with a cocky grin, his sunglasses still on. The music fades, and Vince waits with an air of superiority, confident and ready for whatever—or whoever—comes next.

JR-Power and speed will be what the Amigos bring to the table.

King-They are former champions looking to be champions again.

Kris Gaffney- That has been a goal for them.

[Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa stand across from Malik Voss and Vince Navarro. Luca Bellarosa and Malik Voss start out, they lock up. Luca Bellarosa puts him into an arm bar. Malik Voss counters with a knee lift, and he uses his power to connects with a short arm knee to the gut, and he connects with a throw that sends him down on the mat. Vince Navarro gets up to his feet, and he gets picked up, and he gets dropped with a side walk slam on Vince Navarro. Vince Navarro is down on the mat, and he rolls into the corner, and Malik Voss measures up, and he connects with a splash in the corner. Malik Voss backs out of the corner, and he kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, and he lifts him up, and he connects with the cataclysm. Malik Voss makes the tag to Vince Navarro who climbs up to the top rope. Vince Navarro connects with the frog splash deluxe. Vince Navarro goes into the cover on Luca Bellarosa, and the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2…………..KICK OUT by Luca Bellarosa!!]

JR-Despite two big moves, Luca is able to kick out!

King-Maybe he joined Club Nintendo?

Kris Gaffney-Maybe he did…

[Vince Navarro sets up Luca Bellarosa into a vertical suplex, he lifts him up, but at the last moment he is able to shift his weight, and he pushes him forward into the corner, and he crashes into the corner. He crashes into the corner. Vince Navarro stumbles backwards, and Luca Bellarosa connects with a reverse neck breaker. Luca makes the tag to Little Mac. Little Mac steps inside of the ring, Luca and Malik Voss battle on the outside of the ring and he unleashes a bunch of fists, and he whips Luca Bellarosa to the ropes, and Little Mac lowers his head, and he connects with a big back body drop that sends him down on the mat, he is slow ot get up to his feet Little Mac connects with a liver punch, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a one handed face crusher!!]

JR-Little Mac is making a come back.

King-So he must have a continue.

Kris Gaffney-Guess that is a plus.

[Little Mac connects with the KO punch after Vince gets up to his feet. Little Mac goes into the cover on Vince Navarro. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]

JR-Little Mac gets the victory for his team.

(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)

JR-Zack Ryder experience is something that Jasper Ace doesn’t have.

King-At least not yet.

Kris Gaffney-Guess no matter the talent, you can’t replace experience.

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

JR-Jasper Ace might not have the experience, but he does have the talent to go far.

King-It’s only a question of whether or not he can use that talent, and potential, and make his potential real.

Kris Gaffney-That is always a question.

[Zack Ryder and Jasper Ace pace around the ring, Zack Ryder puts him on to his head lock. Zack Ryder holds on the pressure, and he pushes him to the ropes. Zack Ryder bounces off of the roeps. Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with a shoulder block on Jasper Ace. Jasper Ace gets up to his feet, and he runs towards Jasper Ace. Zack Ryder connects with a hip toss into an neck breaker on Jasper Ace. Jasper Ace is slow to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Zack Ryder whips him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Jasper Ace. Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes. Jasper Ace lowers his head, and Zack Ryder connects with a swinging neck breaker on Jasper Ace. Jasper Ace goes into the corner. Zack Ryder runs towards the corner. Jasper Ace connects with a clothesline in the corner. Jasper Ace falls into the corner. Zack Ryder fist pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the face. Zack Ryder goes itno the cover on Jasper Ace. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………KICK OUT by Jasper Ace!!]

JR-Jasper Ace might be in trouble here.

King-Sick Bro?

Kris Gaffney-If you’re a Zack Ryder fan….so anyone other than Lexi Bitch.

King-This is true.

[Jasper Ace gets up, Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder. Jasper Ace counters with a power bomb. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with a heart punch that knocks him down on the mat. Jasper Ace falls into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Zack Ryder!!]

JR-Kick out by Zack Ryder.

King-Jasper Ace showing his fight as well.

Kris Gaffney-If you can hang in there with Zack Ryder that’s a big statement.

[Zack Ryder gets picked up, and set up into a vertical suplex, and lifted up, but it’s countered by Zack Ryder landing behind Jasper Ace. Ace turns around, and he gets hit with the Rough Ryder!! Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Jasper Ace. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………3!!]

JR-Zack Ryder gets the victory over Jasper Ace.

[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-Both of these wrestlers are used to winning.

King-I think Azar has won just on the count of him being much better than everyone else.

Kris Gaffney-Always an advantage.

[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 has been impressive in 2025, and is looking to continue it in 2026

King-Let’s just hope he doesn’t randomly jump off of cliffs.

Kris Gaffney-Although he did it without hurting himself….impressive. Must be an anime thing.

[Mansa Carthage and Azar Vulcan stare down, and they lock up, and Azar Vulcan connects with a knee lift, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage counters with a knee lift, and this stumbles Azar Vulcan around, and Mansa Carthage connects with a diving clothesline on Azar Vulcan. Mansa Carthage waits for Azar Vulcan to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, and he connects with a belly to bell suplex that puts him down on the mat. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he waits for Azar Vulcan to get up to his feet, and he connects with a super man punch that drops Mansa Carthage. Mansa Carthage doesn’t want to end it there however, and he waits for Azar Vulcan to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, he lifts him up, and he connects with a two handed choke bomb. Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Azar Vulcan. The ref goes into position tom ake the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………KICK OUT by Azar Vulcan!!]

JR-Azar Vulcan was able to kick out!

King-I assumed that was going to happened based on the factors of awesome.

Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that Mansa feels the same way….

[Mansa Carthage waits for Azar Vulcan to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He lifts him up, but before he can hit the Dragon’s Descent Azar Vulcan is able to slide out of the back. Azar Vuclan connects with a running ezuguri to the side of the head. Mansa Carthage is dazed. Azar Vulcan runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a one handed face crusher on Mansa Carthage. Azar Vulcan takes a few moments to rest up. Azar Vulcan is slow to get up to his feet, Mansa Carthage tries to get the match back into his control, and he goes for a super man punch. But Azar Vulan ducks under, Mansa Carthage turns around, and he sets him up, and he connects with a kick to the gut, and he puts him down on the mat with a DDT. Azar Vulcan gets up to his feet, and he runs towards the ropes, and he spring boards off of the ropes, and he connects with a spring board moonsault, and Azar 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 Cartahge!!]

JR-Azar Vulcan makes a come back.

King-I knew it wasn’t over!

Kris Gaffney-Shut up King

King piledrives Gaffney

[Azar Vulcan waits as he goes for the Money Maker, but Mansa Carthage ducks under, and he lifts up Azar Vulcan for the Dragon Descend, but Azar Vulcan is able to slide out of the back. Mansa Carthage turns around. Azar Vulcan connects with the Money Maker on Mansa Carthage. Azar Vulcan falls into the cover on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……………3!!]

JR-Azar Vulcan counters his way to victory.

(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.)

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[The arena lights dim to a near blackout, plunging the audience into darkness. A low hum begins to emanate from the speakers, building a sense of uneasy anticipation. The crowd is restless, unsure of what to expect. Suddenly, a single, flickering spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp, casting long shadows that dance across the floor like specters. The haunting, familiar melody of "Over the Rainbow" by Judy Garland begins to play softly over the speakers, its gentle notes drifting through the arena like a lullaby from another world.]

Ring Announcer (with a mix of uncertainty and dread):
"Ladies and gentlemen... making his way to the ring... from Ravenwood Asylum, Hollow Point, Maine... weighing in at 207 pounds... Victor... 'Vex'... Thorn!"

[As the announcer's voice echoes through the arena, the song continues to play softly, its calm, dream-like quality creating a chilling contrast with the darkness of the arena. Slowly, from behind the curtain, emerges Victor "Vex" Thorn. His movements are slow and deliberate, almost as if he’s gliding rather than walking. He is dressed in a tattered, old-style suit jacket that looks decades out of fashion, with loose, dirt-stained pants and mismatched shoes—an attire that looks as though it was pieced together from a forgotten wardrobe in the depths of an asylum. His head is slightly tilted to the side, his expression a blank canvas that shifts subtly between confusion, curiosity, and something far more sinister.]

[The spotlight follows Victor as he begins his descent down the ramp, his pace methodical and unpredictable. With each step, his head twitches, his eyes darting around as if he’s listening to voices that no one else can hear. The soft notes of "Over the Rainbow" continue to float through the arena, but the melody now carries an eerie distortion—stretching and bending in places, creating a warped sense of nostalgia that sends chills down the spines of those watching.]

[Halfway down the ramp, Victor stops abruptly, his body rigid. He stands motionless for a few seconds, staring blankly ahead as if he's frozen in time. The music suddenly distorts further—notes dragging unnaturally, almost as if the record is being slowed down by an unseen hand. His lips curl into a small, almost childlike smile, but there’s no warmth in it—only a cold, unsettling emptiness. Suddenly, Victor's head snaps to the side, and his expression shifts to one of intense focus. He begins to mumble to himself, his words incoherent and frantic, his eyes darting back and forth. The audience is left in an uneasy silence, with only the distorted melody filling the void.]

[The song picks up again, playing normally for a few more notes, but now with a faint echo that seems to bounce around the arena like ghostly whispers. Victor resumes his approach to the ring, but his movements become more erratic—at times, he shuffles like a puppet with broken strings; other times, he moves with an eerie grace, almost like a dancer in a dark, twisted ballet.]

[As he reaches ringside, he suddenly lunges forward and grabs the bottom rope, his face inches away from the camera. His eyes widen, his mouth contorts into a manic grin, and he begins to laugh—a soft, breathy giggle that grows louder and more deranged with each passing second. The laughter is amplified through the speakers, layered with an unsettling echo, making it seem as if there are multiple voices laughing alongside him. The crowd watches in stunned silence, unsure whether to be horrified or mesmerized by the spectacle unfolding before them.]

[Victor crawls under the bottom rope and into the ring, still giggling uncontrollably. He crawls on all fours toward the center, where he slowly rises to his feet. He stands in the middle of the ring, his head down, the giggling fading into a low hum. Suddenly, the music cuts off, leaving the arena in absolute silence. Victor’s head snaps up, and his eyes lock onto the hard camera. The eerie smile vanishes, replaced by a cold, emotionless stare. The audience feels a collective shiver as he stands there, unblinking, as if staring directly into their souls.]

[Then, without warning, he throws his head back and lets out a blood-curdling scream—a sound that pierces through the silence like a knife. The arena lights flash wildly, alternating between blinding white and total darkness in rapid succession, creating a disorienting strobe effect. The crowd gasps, some even recoiling in their seats from the sheer intensity of it all. The scream suddenly cuts off, and the lights go completely dark once more.]

[For a moment, there is nothing but darkness and silence. Then, the flickering spotlight returns, revealing Victor standing perfectly still in his corner, his head tilted, his eyes wide and unblinking. He begins to sway gently from side to side, almost as if he’s rocking himself to sleep. The song "Over the Rainbow" starts again, but this time it's warped and distant, as if playing from an old, broken music box. The effect is haunting—an innocent melody turned into a chilling lullaby for a broken mind.]
[The audience remains in stunned silence, unsure of what they’ve just witnessed. Victor "Vex" Thorn stands there, swaying, his presence alone enough to fill the arena with an air of unpredictable danger. The crowd knows that whatever comes next will be unlike anything they've ever seen before.]

JR-Lugus Cuhullin and Victor Thorn are looking to establish their way back into the tag team conversation.

King-My opinion…he’s an Irish God!

Kris Gaffney-Feels like that’s all you need to say…or all you think you need to say.

[Fenrir Kaine and Victor Thorn pace around the ring, and they lock up. Fenrir Kaine pushes him backwards, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a hard fist that drops Victor Thorn, and he gets up to his feet, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and he whips Victor Thorn to the roeps, he bounces off of the roeps. He connects with a spinning heel kick to the face that knocks down Victor Thorn. Victor Thorn gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He knocks him backwards with a super kick that knocks him backwards. Victor Thorn bounces off of the ropes, and Fenrir Kaine throws him in the air, and he connects with a pop up samoan drop Fenrir Kaine makes the tag to Samael Dredd. Samael Dredd steps inside of the ring. Victor Thorn had rolled into the apron. Victor Thorn steps side of the ring, but Samael Dredd, and he connects with the doomsayers curse dropping Victor Thorn. Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Victor Thron, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………..2……….KICK OUT by Victor Thorn!!]

JR-Victor Thorn is able to kick out at the last moment.

King-It’s going to take more than that.

Kris Gaffney-Because they have an Irish God on their side?

King-Damn right!

[Victor Thorn gets picked up by Samael Dredd, but he is able to struggle out, and Victor Thorn connects with a DDT into the mat. Victor Thorn gets up to his feet, and he connects with a senton on Samael Dredd. Victor Thorn makes the tag to Lugus Cuhullin steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a few fists to the face of Samael Dredd that knocks him backwards. Samael Dredd tries to answer back with a fist to the face, but Lugus Cuhullin ducks under. Lugus Cuhullin waits for Samael Dredd, and he connects with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Samael Dredd turns around, and Lugus Cuhullin hooks Samael Dredd, and he connects with a german suplex. Samael Dredd is slow to get up to his feet, and he hooks him, and he connects with a northern lights suplex with a bridge on Samael Dredd. The ref counts 1………2…..KICK OUT by Samael Dredd!!]

JR-The momentum has shifted.

King-That’s because he’s an Irish god!

[Fenrir Kaine gets picked up, Fenrir counters with a knee to the gut, and he lifts up Lugus Cuhullin Lugus slips behind Fenrir. Fenrir Kaine gets pushed into Samael Dredd. Dredd falls off of the apron. Lugus Cuhullin hits Fenrir Kaine with a Baptism dropping Kaine. Lugus Cuhullion goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………….2………….3!!]

JR-Lugus Cuhullin causes Fenrir and Dredd to fall into each other, and it lead to their victory.

King-Shut up JR!!

(Lugus and Kaine celebrate as Shockwave goes off the air.)