(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena as Shockwave stage. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on as fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gives a few scans of the crowd. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd as the commentator speaks over the picture.)
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, a fatal four way for a IC championship shot.
Kris Gaffney-We’ll see who comes out the winner in that match.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Walter Melon and Jack Heyman walk out on the stage, the audience gets confused, and think this is a Kenny Omegrape entrance, and start to throw Ashley Irvines who yell “WATERMELON”. Walter Melon shakes his head, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-I’m not sure…how that’s possible.
King-Melon Gods JR…and SCIENCE
[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 are going to be difficult to defeat.
King-For anyone…but GOD!
[Walter Melon and Mansa Carthage pace around the ring, they lock up. Mansa Carthage pushes back Walter Melon. Mansa Carthage connects with a hard shoulder block that puts down Walter Melon. Walter Melon gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, he grabs him around the throat, and he throws him hard into the corner, and Mansa Carthage connects with a few fists to the face, and he brings out Walter Melon to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage whips Walter Melon to the ropes, and he bounces off of the roeps, and he connects with a big back body drop that send shim flying through the mat. Walter Melon is slowly gets up to his feet, and once he get sup to his feet. Mansa Carthage connects with a super man punch that puts down Walter Melon. Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Walter Melon, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………2…..KICK OUT by Walter Melon!!]
JR-Walter Melon was able to kick out.
King-Was that how it happened? Or did the Melon Gods decide for him.
Kris Gaffney-All credit for everything goes to the Melon Gods.
[Walter Melon is so to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, but Walter Melon connects with a DDT into the mat. Mansa Carthage is down on the mat, and Walter Melon takes a few moments to rest up, once he gets up to his feet, Mansa Carthage goes for a wild running boot to the face. Walter Melon ducks under, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and he whips him to the ropes, and he connects with a spinning spine buster into the mat. Watler Melon waits for Mansa Carthage to get up to his feet. Mansa Carthage gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage gets up to his feet, and Walter Melon connects with the spitting seeds on Mansa Carthage. Walter Melon 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. Walter Melon picks up Mansa Carthage, and he connects with a body slam. He goes out of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Mansa Carthage might be in trouble.
King-You mean the Melon Gods are revealing their plan.
Kris Gaffney-sigh
[Walter Melon jumps off of the top rope for the Fruit Smash Splash, but Mansa Carthage moves out of the way. Walter Melon crashes and burns. Walter Melon gets picked up by Mansa Carthage, and Mansa drops Walter into the Dragon’s Descend!! Mansa holds Walter into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage gets the victory.
King-You mean the Melon Gods plans for him do!
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-Since Sythe has returned, he’s shown he’s ready for this.
King-Tonight he’ll be facing someone who has been in big matches since he’s been gone, even First Bloods main events.
Kris Gaffney-We’ll see how Sythe reacts to the challenge.
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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-This is going to be a new challenge for Patrick.
King-Patrick is always up for it, but you never know the first time you step inside of the ring.
Kris Gaffney-Especially if there aren’t much footage on your opponent, luckily that won’t be an issue here.
[Sythe and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, they lock up, and then Sythe is able to connect with a knee lift into the gut, and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes. He connects with a back elbow to the side of the face that drops Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and Sythe hits a kick to the gut, and he sets up Patrick Payne, and he connects with a snap suplex. Patrick Payne gets up into a seated position, Sythe connects with a kick to the back. Patrick Payne is in pain. Patrick Payne is slow to getup to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Sythe connects with a kick to the gut, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a one handed face crusher that puts down Patrick Payne. Sythe goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……..KICK OUT by Patrick Payne.]
JR-Patrick was able to kick out .
Kris Gaffney-Sythe is determine to make a statement.
King-My statement is I hate JR
[Sythe waits for Patrick Payne to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne gets picked up by Sythe, but at the last moment Patrick is able to slide out of the back. Patrick Payne connects with a reverse DDT. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and he rolls out of the ring. Patrick Payne climbs up to the top rope. Patrick Payne climbs up to the top rope, Patrick Payne jumps off, and he goes for the flight risk. Sythe moves out of the way, Patrick Payne crashes into the mat.]
JR-Patrick took a chance that didn’t work out.
King-That’s why it’s called flight risk.
Kris Gaffney-Guess it wasn’t just a movie.
King-Guess not.
[Patrick Payne gets up, Sythe connects with a jumping inverted Russian leg sweep. Sythe goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Sythe jumps off, and he connects with the Sythenator on Patrick Payne!! Sythe goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………3!!]
JR-Sythe was able to get the victory over the former world champion.
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system as Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda has been looking to be champion.
Kris Gaffney-He might have to go through his own stablemate to do it.
Kris Gaffney-Luckily they only were tag teams for a few times….that way their nothing like Road Dogg and X-Pac
(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 knows what Tony brings to the table, but so does Tony.
King-Crikey….hard to know how this one is going to go.
[Tony Ikeda and Aari Maxwell stand in the ring, they pace around the ring. Tony Ikeda goes for a big clothesline, but Aari Maxwell is able to counter with a kick to the side of the head. This dazes Tony Ikeda, Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he spring boards off of the second rope, and he goes for a cutter, but Tony Ikeda goes for a full nelson, but it’s blocked with a snapmare that sends him flying. Aari Maxwell connects with an inverted atomic drop on Tony Ikeda. Aari Maxwell connects with a second rope spring board cutter. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he connects with a 630 senton off of the top rope. Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to maek the count, the ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda.]
JR-Aari Maxwell was able to hit a few big moves after a few counters.
King-These two know each other.
Kris Gaffney- Crikey.
[Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet, and he lifts him up for the gorilla strength, but Tony Ikeda is able to counter with a few back elbows to the side of the face, and he drops Tony Ikeda. Aari Maxwell goes for a wild fist to the face, but Tony Ikeda ducks under, and he connects with a full nelson slam on Aari Maxwell. Tony Ikeda falls on the ropes, Aari Maxwell attempts to get up, but he hits a low running boot to the side of the face.]
King-In the 2000s that would have ended the match.
Kris Gaffney-That was a typo…
King-Literally!
[Tony Ikeda waits for Aari Maxwell, Tony Ikeda goes for a full nelson suplex, but Aari Maxwell rolls through as he spins around, and they both get up. Aari Maxwell lifts up Tony, and he drops him with Gorlilla Strength!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………..3!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell 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 is a former Extreme Champion, and someone who is very comfortable when things don’t go to plan.
King-We’ll see what happens here.
Kris Gaffney-Jack Lynch is probably hoping for anything.
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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 suplex, and striking ability tend to set up the Specters grip.
King-We’ll see if he can lock it on Jack Lynch.
[Billy Breeze and Jack Lynch stand in the ring, and they pace around the ring, Billy Breeze goes for a fist to the face, and Jack Lynch connects with a few knife edge chops to the chest that echo through out the arena. Jack Lynch runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Billy Breeze connects with a belly to belly suplex that throws Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jack Lynch stumbles around, and Billy Breeze connects with a t-bone suplex that sends Billy Breeze flying through the air, an dhe crashes down on the mat. Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jack Lynch gets hit with a Harlem Hook dropping Jack Lynch. Billy Breeze goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Jack Lynch.]
JR-Billy Breeze landed the Harlem Hook, but Jack Lynch was able to kick out.
King-He wasn’t going to allow chaos to get him.
Kris Gaffney-Guess not.
[Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Billy Breeze goes for the Specters grip, but Jack Lynch is able to block it, and Jack Lynch is able to counter it with a snapmare. Jack Lynch gets up. Billy Breeze runs at him, Jack Lynch counters with a hot shot that sends Billy Breeze into the top rope. Billy Breeze stumbles around, and Jack Lynch connects with the Pandemonium Kick to the face that puts down Jack Lynch.]
JR-Jack Lynch might have an opening.
King-Just when you thought things were doomed, chaos opens a window.
Kris Gaffney-Jack Lynch must be Jeff Goldblums favorite wrestler.
[Jack Lynch picks up Billy Breeze, but before he can hit the Pandemonium Driver Billy Breeze slides out of the back, and he hooks on the Specters grip!! Billy Breeze brings down Jack Lynch, and the ref checks Jack Lynch’s arm, and he calls for the bell. BILLY BREEZE WINS VIA SUBMISSION!!]
JR-Billy Breeze was able to slide out, and get the victory.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system as Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder has as much experience in this sort of match.
King-He knows what works, and what doesn’t work.
Kris Gaffney-He also knows that what worked before might not work this match.
King-Not very helpful.
(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-The former Extreme Champion is looking to gain the IC championship.
King-The IC championship was in the Maledictum before, Fenrir is looking to bring it back.
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 is a big match fighter.
King-That’s an understatement.
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-The prize fighter is looking to climb the ranks.
King-Maybe he should do more runs to the statue of liberty?
[Little Mac, Joey Bellarosa, Fenrir Kaine, and Zack Ryder stand on opposite ring, the bells rings. Fenrir Kaine ducks under a wild fist by Little Mac. Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick on Joey Bellarosa after Little Mac ducked under. Joey falls out of the ring, Little Mac goes for the KO punch, but Fenrir Kaine is able to duck under. Fenrir Kaine connects with a few fists to the face of Little Mac, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, Fenrir Kaine throws him in the air, and he connects with a pop up samoan drop on 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………Zack Ryder breaks up the count.]
JR-Zack Ryder breaks up the three count.
King-Zack Ryder has been in these matches to know that he’s going to be doing things that normally would be odd.
Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure.
[Fenrir Kaine gets up to his feet clearly not happy that Zack Ryder broke up his pin attempt. Zack Ryder motions for him to fight him, and Fenrir Kaine runs at Zack Ryder, Zack Ryder throws Fenrir Kaine over the top rope. Fenrir Kaine lands on the apron. Zack Ryder connects with a baseball slide that sends Fenrir Kaine flying into the apron face first. He falls on the floor. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to pump up the crowd waiting for Fenrir Kaine to get up to his feet, and onceh e gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder runs otward sthe ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He jumps through the ropes, and he connects with a suicide dive on Fenrir Kaine!!!]
JR-Zack Ryder with a big move there.
King-Sick bro.
Kris Gaffney-Although that move can cost a price, Ryder might feel sick…bro.
[Joey Bellarosa waits as Zack Ryder gets up to his feet, and he connects with a hard clothesline that puts him down on the mat. Joey Bellarosa puts him into the ring, and he slides into the ring, and he waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder goes into the corner, Joey Bellarosa runs, and he connects with a clothesline, and he connects with a bulldog out of the corner. Joey Bellarosa waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet, and he drops him with a mafia kick!!]
JR-Joey Bellarosa might have just won this match right there.
King-Shut up JR!
[Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Zack Ryder, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2………Little Mac breaks up the three count. Little Mac throws Zack Ryder hard into the corner. Joey Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet. Little Mac goes for the KO punch, but Joey ducks under. Joey kicks Mac in the gut, sets him up, Joey drops Little Mac into the La Famigilia Special!! Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Little Mac, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-Joey Bellarosa see’s his moment, and took advantage of it.
King-Somewhere Dewey Pond gave a thumbs up.
Kris Gaffney-Or he’s too worried about curtains…
(Joey Bellarosa celebrates his win as Shockwave goes off the air.)
