(Copyright information flashes on the screen. We go into an introduction screen that shows how the tag team title situation happened as we get a final look on the tag team titles. We open up to an introductions screen that welcomes us to Unleashed 2026. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on, fans yell and wave their signs. The cameras get a few shots of the crowd. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We get another sweep of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to the first Pay Per View of the new year, Unleashed. I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight the tag team titles will be decided.
Kris Gaffney-With it being a TLC match, that only raises the stakes.
JR-Let’s get started with the opening match of the night.
The opening notes of "Attitude" by The Misfits blast through the arena as the lights flicker and strobe. The entire crowd erupts into cheers and excitement as Sythe appears at the entrance ramp.
JR-Sythe has made his return recently.
King-He seemed pretty good for being gone for about a year, and half, luckily the Melon Gods have plans for him.
Kris Gaffney-I’m sure he views it like that.
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[As the unmistakable opening notes of "Money" by Pink Floyd begin to ecFho through the arena, a grandiose display of gold and green laser lights crisscrosses the space, creating an atmosphere of opulence and exclusivity. The entire arena is bathed in a luxurious glow, mimicking the sheen of gold.
The titantron springs to life, showcasing a dazzling montage of Hollywood's most glamorous moments: red carpets, flashing camera lights, and premiere nights, all leading up to the marquee name, "Austin Jameson Mercer," emblazoned across the screen in bold, shimmering letters.
Simultaneously, the entrance ramp transforms into a visual spectacle, resembling a premiere night red carpet. A line of spotlight-equipped drones flies overhead, casting down beams of light that spotlight the path, while confetti cannons strategically positioned at the sides of the ramp blast gold and silver confetti, fluttering down like a cascade of wealth.
Then, with a flair that only he can muster, "Hollywood" Austin Jameson Mercer steps out, clad in a custom-tailored robe that sparkles under the lights, his confident stride in sync with the rhythm of the song. He pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the adulation, a smirk playing across his lips as he surveys his domain.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Making his grand entrance from Beverly Hills, California, standing at six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds... He is the blockbuster sensation of the wrestling world, the “Pretty Boy”, 'Hollywood' Austin Jameson Mercer!"
[Austin then makes his way down the ramp, each step calculated to maximize the dramatic effect of his presence. Personal security guards, dressed in sleek suits, flank him, adding to the aura of untouchable celebrity status. He occasionally stops to pose for the "cameras," his every move oozing the charisma and confidence of a true movie star.
Upon reaching ringside, Austin takes a moment to gaze out at the crowd, offering a cocky wave before he discards his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath, adorned with gold trim that catches the light perfectly. He ascends the stairs and steps through the ropes with an air of entitlement, as if the ring were his personal stage.
The music fades, the lights gradually return to normal, and the confetti settles, leaving Austin Jameson Mercer standing center-ring. He stretches out his arms, welcoming the audience to his show, a smug smile on his face, ready to prove once again why he is the premier attraction, as the arena buzzes with anticipation for the spectacle to come.]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer is looking to strike one for the Maledictum.
King-Maybe he could make a movie about it.
Kris Gaffney-That would be interesting.
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-However, Jackson Gunner has shown he can come up in big situations.
King-We’ll see if this night is one of those nights.
[Austin Jameson Mercer, Sythe, Jackson Gunner stand in opposite sides of the ring. The bell rings, and Jackson Gunner goes for a clothesline on Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer ducks under, and he connects with the red carpet which sends him flying out of the irng, and he crashes down on the mat. Austin Jameson Mercer gets pushed into the ropes, but Ausitn Jameson Mercer is able to counter with a elbow to the side of the face. Sythe is dazed. Austin Jameson Mercer hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he drops Sythe with a world premiere. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by Sythe!!]
JR-Sythe was able to kick out of the World Premiere.
King-Guess he wasn’t a fan.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe not.
Austin Jameson Mercer see’s that Jackson Gunner has climbed up to the apron, he goes over to Jackson Gunner, but it’s countered with a hang man that makes him stumble backwards. Jackson Gunner slides into the ring, and he kicks Austin Jameson Mercer, and he lifts him up. Jackson Gunner throws Austin Jameson Mercer into the corner with a buckle bomb. Jackson Gunner throws Sythe out of the ring, Austin Jameson Mercer throws a wild clothesline, Jackson Gunner hits a kick to the gut, and he drops him with a DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2……….Sythe steps inside of the ring, and he breaks up the three count.]
JR-Sythe was able to break up the three count.
King-I’m not sure he saw that coming, but you do need to save your opponents sometimes.
Kris Gaffney-Or you could just ignore the third guy, and hope it works out.
[Sythe waits as Jackson Gunner gets up, and Sythe hits a kick to the gut, and he sets up Jackson Gunner, and he connects with a sitdown face buster. Sythe waits for Austin Jameson Mercer to get up to his feet, and he runs towards Austin Jameson Mercer, and AJM counters with a back body drop over the top rope, but Sythe lands on the apron. AUsitn Jameson Mercer turns around, and Sythe connects with a hang man that makes Austin Jameson Mercer stumble backwards. Sythe sling shots up to the top rope, and he connects with a sling shot cross body block. Sythe hooks on a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Austin Jameson Mercer!!]
JR-With quick moves, and a few chances Sythe is in good position.
King-Go for a second rope fist drop, and he might just win this match.
Kris Gaffney-As long as it’s not your WWE piledriver…
[Sythe picks up Ausitn Jameson Mercer and he connects with a body slam. Sythe goes up to the top rope, and he jumps off, and he connects with the Sythenator. Sythe gets the breath drive out of him, Jackson Gunner lifts up Sythe, and he drops Sythe with the Burning Samoan!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2………..3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner defends his TV championship.
(“Jacob Fatu’s theme” blasts on the PA system. Jacob walks out on the stage yells about how awesome Solo is. He steps inside of the ring.)
King-Yeah, still not tired of this.
Kris Gaffney-NEVER!
(“Jasper Ace theme” blasts on the PA system. Jasper Ace walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jasper Ace has had some big matches.
King-Now he’s looking for momentum.
Kris Gaffney-If this was WWE in the 2000s, you’d be looking for the opposite.
[Jacob Fatu and Jasper Ace throw fists to the face. Jasper Ace throws another fist, and Jacob Fatu blocks it, and he connects with a big head butt that puts down Jasper Ace. Jasper Ace is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jasper Ace is slow to get up to his feet. Jacob Fatu connects with a few fists to Jasper Ace. Jasper Ace falls into the ropes into the ropes. Jacob Fatu whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jasper Ace whips him to the ropes. Jacob Fatu lowers his head, and he connects with a back body drop that sends him flying through the air. Jasper Ace is slow to get up to his feet. Jacob Fatu connects with a super kick that puts him down on the mat. Jasper Ace is slow to get up to his feet.]
JR-Jacob is taking it to Jasper Ace.
King-Not sure Jasper Ace is feeling the power of love.
Kris Gaffney-Probably not.
[Jasper Ace is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jasper Ace is slow to get up to his feet. Jacob Fatu lifts him up, Jasper Ace slides out of the back. Jacob Fatu slides out of the back Jasper Ace slides out of the back. Jacob Fatu turns around Jasper Ace connects with a heart punch that puts him down on the mat.]
JR-Jasper Ace might have changed the complexion of this match.
King-We’ll see if he can put something together.
[Jasper Ace is slow to getup to his feet, and he lifts him up Jacob slides out of the back. Jasper Ace turns around, Jacob connects with a standing urnanage that drops Jasper Ace. Jacob Fatu climbs up to the top rope. Jacob Fatu connects with a moonsault on Japser Ace. Jacob Fatu goes into the cover on Jasper Ace. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………..3!!]
JR-Jacob Fatu gets the victory.
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, and technical ability is a combination difficult to deal with.
King-Too bad he needs to adapt the way of the Melon Gods to truly be successful.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain he tells himself that every day.
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 beat.
King-Shut up JR
[The Dungeon Master throws in a chair. The Dungeon Master and Ragnar Ayerswindale face off in the middle of the ring. The Dungeon Master pushes Ragnar Ayerswindale, and he goes for a super kick, but Ragnar Ayerswindale ducks under, and he connects with a clothesline that puts down The Dugneon Master, and he waits as Ragnar Ayerswindale waits for the Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master gets hit with a few fists to the face, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He connects with a big back boy drop that sends the dungeon Master flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat, he is slow to get up to his feet, once he gets up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale kicks the Dungeon Master in the gut, and he sets him up, and he lifts him up, and he drops him iwht the Runestone power bomb!! Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the cover on the Dungeon Master. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………KICK OUT by The Dungeon Master!!]
JR-The Extreme Champion might be in trouble.
King-Think he’ll write a song about this?
Kris Gaffney-The…well this sucks song?
[Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the corner, and he measures up on The Dungeon Master goes for the Gunginar spear, but it’s countered with a drop toe hold and Ragnar crashes face first into the chair. The Dungeon Master grabs the chair as Ragnar gets up, and he smashes it over the head of Ragnar Ayerswindale. The Dungeon Master takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet, Ragnar gets up, trying to get the match back into his control, he throws a wild fist to the face, The Dungeon Master ducks under he connects with a few palm strikes, and spinning chops, Ragnar goes for a fist to the face, but The Dungeon Master ducks under. Ragnar Ayerswindale turns towards the Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master connects with a super kick to complete the Nat 20 Combo as Ragnar falls against the ropes.]
JR-The Extreme Champion might have barely avoided disaster there.
King-Wonder how that would factor if you add Kurt Angle to the mix.
[Ragnar stumbles back, the Dungeon Master lifts him up, and he connects with the Critical Shot on Ragnar. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Ragnar. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-The chair came into play and led to Ragnar’s downfall.
King-I blame lack of Melon Gods.
(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 was in the last world title match.
King-We’ll see if he can navigate the wild here.
Kris Gaffney-He is good in these matches.
The arena lights dim as an eerie hush falls over the crowd. The tension is palpable, the anticipation thick in the air. Then, the opening bassline of Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees hits the speakers, and suddenly, the stage begins to rumble. A circular platform in the center of the ramp slowly rises, bathed in golden, flickering flames like a ritualistic summoning. From the depths below, Ziggy Thickness emerges, standing motionless atop the platform, arms folded across his chest, wearing oversized, dark-tinted sunglasses. His expression is impossibly serious, his stance almost menacing. The flames surrounding him flicker dramatically, casting ominous shadows across his frame.
He whips off his sunglasses and launches them into the crowd like a rockstar throwing a guitar pick. The second the glasses leave his hand, his entire demeanor shifts. Ziggy explodes into dance, his hips shimmying, his hands snapping, and his feet gliding in rhythm with the music. He struts down the ramp with the confidence of a 1970s disco king, slapping hands with fans, twirling dramatically, and even high-fiving a confused referee at ringside.
The ring announcer steps forward.
"Making his way to the ring, fighting out of the Boogie Wonderland! Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds of pure love, standing at a dangerous five feet and nine inches… he is The Prettiest Nightmare, Ziggy Thickness!"
Ziggy reaches ringside, hops up onto the apron, and wipes his forehead like he’s just put in a hard shift at Studio 54. With a dramatic deep breath, he slowly steps through the ropes before stopping in the center of the ring. Arms outstretched, he stands perfectly still for a moment, soaking in the energy of the crowd.
Without warning, he launches into a perfect backflip, landing with the grace of a gymnast and the confidence of a man who absolutely should not be that agile. The audience erupts in cheers as Ziggy raises his arms, basking in his own magnificence before casually moonwalking to his corner, giving a deep, over-the-top bow to the referee.
With a wink at the camera and a knowing smirk, Ziggy Thickness leans against the turnbuckle, ready for whatever comes next.
JR-Ziggy Thickness took on Azar at Latino Heat.
King-Couldn’t have been good considering his status in the Maledictum….and how better Azar is.
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[As the opening beats of "Protect Ya Neck" by Wu-Tang Clan start to resonate throughout the arena, the lights dim to a moody, understated ambiance. A single spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp, creating a sense of anticipation and mystery.]
[The titantron flickers to life, displaying a montage of New York City’s shadowy streets and skylines, setting the stage for Billy Breeze’s entrance. The screen then transitions to a spectral figure moving through the darkness, New Yorks own vigilante, The Crimson Wraith.]
[Suddenly, a soft, blue glow illuminates the ramp, casting a cool, ghostly light. A thin layer of fog creeps along the floor, adding to the spectral atmosphere, suggesting the presence of something or someone not quite of this world.]
[Then, emerging from the back, Billy Breeze strolls out nonchalantly, his demeanor calm and composed, but with a readiness that you cannot train for. He’s dressed in his signature ring gear, exuding a quiet confidence. Rex "Retro" Savage follows behind, his flamboyant attire contrasting with Billy’s simplicity, playing up to the crowd and hyping them up.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Hailing from the shadows of New York City, here is the enigmatic, the unpredictable... Specter, Billy Breeze!"
[Billy’s walk to the ring is unhurried, his eyes scanning the crowd with a detached yet intense gaze. The spotlight follows him, keeping him the focal point amidst the dimly lit arena. He occasionally pauses, giving the audience a nod or a slight smirk, but his silence speaks volumes.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Billy slides in effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. Rex "Retro" Savage takes a position at ringside, continuing to interact with the crowd and serve as Billy's charismatic mouthpiece.]
[The music and lights subtly shift as Billy prepares for the match, the fog dissipating and the spotlight fading, leaving Billy in the ring, a figure both enigmatic and ready for combat, as the arena buzzes with excitement for the upcoming match.]
JR-Billy Breeze striking could help him.
King-Plus he seems to be calm under pressure.
Kris Gaffney- That could help him.
[Aari Maxwell, Ziggy Thickness, and Billy Breeze stand in the ring, the bell rings, each others look for the other to make the first move, and Billy Breeze see’s that Ziggy Thickness drops his guard, and he goes for a harlem uppercut, but Ziggy Thickness is able to moved out of the way. Billy Breeze turns around, and he gets super kicked, and he gets thrown into Aari Maxwell. Aari falls out of the ring, and Billy Breeze stumbles around, and he gets thrown up in the air, and he gets dropped with the thicc buster driving Billy Breeze into the mat. Ziggy Thickness goes into the cover on Billy Breeze. The ref goes into position to make the count the ref counts 1…………..2…….KICK OUT by Billy Breeze!!]
JR-Billy Breeze went for a big move, but it didn’t work out.
King-My face to your face JR will work out!
Kris Gaffney-Ouch.
[Aari Maxwell is climbed up to the apron, Ziggy Thickness goes over to him, but Aari Maxwell is able to counter with a back body drop over the top rope, and he crashes into the mat around rin side. Aari Maxwell gets ready, and he sling shots himself up to the top rope, and he connects with a flying clothesline off of the top rope on Billy Breeze. Billy is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Aari Maxwell runs to the ropes, and he spring boards off of the second ropes, and he connects with a spring board cutter on Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze dazed gets up to his feet, and Aari Maxwell connects with a body slam. Aari Maxwell climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Aari Maxwell looks to try to end this.
King-The wild can be chaos this is something that Aari has an edge on.
Kris Gaffney-That is for sure.
[But before he can do anything, Billy Breeze gets up, and he pushes him off, and Aari Maxwell goes flying off of the top rope, and he hits into Ziggy Thickness. Billy Breeze grabs Ziggy Thickness, and he throws him into the ring, and he measures up as Ziggy Thickness gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, he connects with the Harlem Hook that he had missed previously. ZIggy Thickness falls backwards, and Billy Breeze hooks on him, and he connects with northern lights suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2……….KICK OUT by Ziggy Thickness!!]
JR-Billy Breeze has gained momentum.
King-Maybe he’ll find a way to be champion once again.
[Ziggy Thickness gets up to his feet, and Billy Breeze takes him down with the Specters grip on Ziggy Thickness. Suddenly Aari Maxwell flys into the screen, and he connects with My Kingdom on both competitors. Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Ziggy Thickness. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2……….3!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell finds his moment, and gets the victory!
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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 earned this shot last month at First Blood.
King-Depending on your definitely of “last month”
Kris Gaffney-Jerk! Wade Wilson is so proud of us for breaking the 4th wall.
[The arena dims, setting the stage for a dramatic entrance. The opening notes of "KICK BACK" by Kenshi Yonezu fill the space, its energetic and upbeat rhythm instantly gripping the audience. The titantron comes alive with vibrant animations reminiscent of action-packed anime sequences.]
Announcer: "Making his way
to the ring, from London, England, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is 'The Samurai Otaku'... Mansa Carthage!"
[As the music swells, the lights pulse in sync with the beat, casting bright, dynamic colors across the stage. Mansa Carthage bursts onto the scene with an exuberant energy, wearing a fusion of samurai-inspired attire and modern streetwear, complete with symbolic touches from his favorite animes.]
[Mansa moves with a playful yet confident swagger, embodying the larger-than-life characters he admires. He performs exaggerated, anime-style poses and martial arts moves, engaging the crowd and drawing them into his world of fantasy and excitement.]
[As he makes his way down the ramp, the titantron displays iconic scenes from various animes, interspersed with clips of Mansa's own in-ring highlights, showcasing his agility and strength.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Mansa leaps onto the apron with a flourish, pausing to strike a dramatic samurai pose, complete with a mock sword drawing gesture. He then flips over the top rope with acrobatic ease, landing in a superhero landing pose that sends the crowd into a frenzy.]
[With the music reaching its climax, Mansa bounds to each corner of the ring, energetically engaging with the fans, showing off his charismatic and playful side. He then centers himself, closing his eyes for a moment as if channeling the spirit of both anime heroes and samurai warriors, preparing himself mentally and physically for the battle ahead.]
[As the song fades, Mansa opens his eyes, poses, and now focused and ready, his playful demeanor giving way to the serious, disciplined side of a warrior ready for combat.]
JR-Mansa Carthage power and size has made him difficult to defeat.
Kris Gaffney-We’ll see if he can stop a train.
King-Maybe JR can try to stop my fist to his face!
[Mansa Carthage and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, they lock up. He pushes him towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage connects with a hard shoulder block on Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Mansa Carthage lifts him up, and he connects with a body slam. Mansa Carthage connects with a elbow drop. Mansa Carthage picks him up by the hair, and he whips him to the ropes, he bounces off of the ropes. He throws him in the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he measures up as Patrick Payne is slow ot get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage connects with a superman punch that puts him down on the mat. Mansa Carthage grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a sit down double handed power bomb. Mansa Carthage holds Patrick Payne into a pin, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Patrick Payne.]
JR-Patrick Payne was able to kick out.
King-This train still is on track.
Kris Gaffney-Still a rough ride so far.
[Mansa Carthage waits for Patrick Payne to get up to his feet, and he lifts up Patrick Payne. Mansa Carthage tries to lift him up, but Patrick Payne is able to slide out of the back. Mansa Carthage tursn around, and Patrick Payne hits a kick to the gut, and he plants him down on the mat. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, Patrick Payne connects with the Flight Risk on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….KICK OUT by Patrick Payne!!]
JR-Patrick Payne was able to turn this match around.
King-We’ll see if he continue.
[Patrick Payne waits for Mansa Carthage, Patrick Payne sets him up for Mansa Carthage. Patrick Payne goes for the Payne Per View. Mansa Carthage spins out. Patrick Payne picks up, and he connects with a Dragon Descend by Mansa Carthage. Mansa Carthage holds Patrick Payne into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage gets the victory to defend the IC championship!
(“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 been looking to get into the world title scene.
King-My fist has been looking to get into the picture of your face JR
Kris Gaffney-Ouch.
(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 has thrived in chaos.
King-He should be at home in this match.
Kris Gaffney-That’s what you need.
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 is looking for the big fight.
King-We already know Mike Tyson is waiting for him…if Mike Tyson was so much better than you, Buster Douglas would have just dived out of that ring, and said…yeah, no.
[Tony Ikeda, Jack Lynch, Little Mac stand in the ring, and Little Mac goes for a fist on Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda pushes Little Mac forward, Jack Lynch is able to hip toss him out of the ring, and Tony Ikeda runs at Jack Lynch, but Jack Lynch is able to counter with a hot shot that sends Tony Ikeda flying through the air, and he crashes into the top rope. Jack Lynch waits for Tony Ikeda, and he connects with a few knife edge chops to the chest that echo through out the arena, and then he whips him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda goes for a clothesline, but Jack Lynch ducks under. Tony Ikeda turns around, and he connects with the Pandemonium Kick that drops Tony Ikeda.]
JR-Jack Lynch has been on point.
King-Things went fast at the beginning of the match, but Jack was able to manage it.
Kris Gaffney-He does like chaos.
[Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2………….Little Mac is able to break up the three count. Little Mac throws Jack Lynch outo f the ring, and he turns around. Tony Ikeda lifts him up, and he drops him with a spinning spine buster that puts down Little Mac. Tony Ikeda falls back to the ropes, and he takes a few moments to rest up, Little Mac is slow to getup to his feet. Tony Ikeda ducks under a fist, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a full nelson slam. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Little Mac, the ref goes into position tom ake the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………KICK OUT by Little Mac. Tony Ikeda connects with a few stomps on the downed Little Mac, but out of no where Jack Lynch connects with another pandemonium kick to the face that drops Tony Ikeda.]
JR-Tony Ikeda gets dropped by the Pandemonium Kick to the face.
King-Some might wonder if that’s good for his health…but it’s Tony Ikeda.
Kris Gaffney-Must be great to be immortal, get to eat anything you want…
[Jack Lynch gets turned around, and Jack Lynch attempts to go for another Pandemonium Kick to the face, but he ducks under. Jack Lynch connects with a liver punch to the gut that doubles him over, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a running knee lift to the face. Little Mac connects with a reverse neck breaker on Jack Lynch. Little Mac gets ready, and Little Mac connects with the KO punch on Jack Lynch!!]
JR-That could be the moment that Little Mac wins this fight.
King-He must have taken so many trips to the statue of liberty
[Little Mac see’s Tony Ikeda getting up, realizing he needs to deal with him first, he goes for a KO punch, but Tony Ikeda ducks under, and he hooks Little Mac, and Tony Ikeda connects with the full nelson suplex!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Little Mac, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2……………3!!]
JR-Tony Ikeda did it!
King-Oh, so the third guy can play a role in the match….that’s interesting to note.
(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.)
“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-The Beast Bros are the first team to lead off in this match.
King-They are a part of the A few Badd men, so there will be some inner stable fighting.
Kris Gaffney-Well, they always did say that they like competition.
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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.]
(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 and Victor Thorn are looking to gain the tag team championships.
King-Plus he’s an Irish God.
Kris Gaffney-FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK
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.
JR-Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa represent the Bellarosa family.
King-How many times you think they went for a run to the statue of liberty?
Kris Gaffney-That’s dedication even if they did it once.
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
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, 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-The champions however have shown themselves to be very difficult to defeat.
King-We have had champions who might have held the championship longer, but a lot of them did not reach this teams level.
Kris Gaffney-Or maybe they could. You never know.
[The tag team titles is hanging above the ring, the team so Lugus Cuhullin and Victor Thorn, Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa, Tony Ikeda and Jackson Gunner, and Zack Ryder and Aari Maxwell stare at the titles. The bell rings, and the teams starts to brawl. Lugus Cuhullin and Little Mac fall out of the ring, and Little Mac goes for a wild fist to the face. Lugus Cuhullin ducks under, and he connects with a head butt, and he grabs a chair, and he cracks it over the back of Little Mac. Little Mac stumbles around, and Lugus Cuhullin grabs Little Mac, and he throws to Victor Thorn who connects with a spine buster on the mat around ring side.]
JR-The team of the blokes are already looking to destroy Little Mac.
King-they clearly don’t want to join Club Nintendo.
Kris Gaffney-Or maybe they do, and they think beating up Mac will help them.
[Inside of the ring Luca Bellarosa goes for a power bomb on Aari Maxwell through a table, but Zack Ryder connects with a clubbing blow that makes Aari fall over the table to his feet. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he spring boards off of the second rope, and he connects with a cutter right through the table. Zack Ryder grabs a ladder, and he sets it up under the ladder, and they set up under the belts. Zack Ryder, and Aari Maxwell climb up the ladder, both of Beast Bros reach for the belts. Luca Bellarosa and Lugus Cuhullin tries to stop them, but Zack Ryder jumps off of the ladder with a double axe handle, and Aari Maxwell connects with a standing shooting star press.]
JR-The Beast Bros knew that they weren’t going to make it to the tag team titles.
King-That’s a big advantage with experience.
Kris Gaffney-But then again one is an Irish God!
King-It doesn’t matter!
[Tony Ikeda throws fists to the face, but it’s countered by Little Mac who connects with a fist to the face, Little Mac runs towards Tony Ikeda, Tony Ikeda hooks him into a full nelson suplex, and he connects with a full nelson slam through a chair seat. Obviously Little Mac is in a lot of pain after hitting that move. Jackson Gunner and Lugus Cuhullin are throwing fists, Lugus goes for a big one, but Jackson Gunner is able to duck under, and he connects with a kick to the gut, and he throws him hard into the steps. Jackson Gunner looks towards the ring but this allows him to see that Luca Bellarosa is going for what seems to be a seated senton just in time, and Jackson Gunner is able counter with a catch into a power bomb position. Luca Bellarosa gets brought over to a table, and he drives him through the table. Jackson Gunner falls backwards. He looks to the ring.]
JR-Jackson Gunner is considering going up the ladder.
King-It seems that Little Mac is doing more than considering to climb the ladder.
[Little Mac is climbing up to the ladder, Jackson Gunner tries to stop him. Little Mac connects with a double axe handle. Dropping Jackson Gunner. Little Mac gets ready, and he goes for the KO punch, but it’s countered with a head butt, Little Mac fires with a less impactful version of the KO punch. Jackson Gunner still goes down. Little Mac slowly climbs up the ladder, but Tony Ikeda hits him with a chair. Jackson Gunner gets up, and he lifts up Little Mac, and he drops him with the Burning Samoan!! Tony Ikeda climbs up the ladder, and he unhooks the belts. TONY IKEDA AND JACKSON GUNNER WIN THE MATCH!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner and Tony Ikeda get the victory.
King- Little Mac hit his punch, but dazed it didn’t have enough to stop Gunner to recover to keep him from hitting the burning Samoan
(Tony Ikeda and Jackson Gunner hold up the tag team championship as Unleashed goes off the air.)
