The EMF Forum

(The EMF logo flashes on the screen)

(We open up to the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage, the lights turn on. Fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. They zoom out to display the location information. We get one more shot as the crowd as the commentators speak over the 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 Fenrir Kaine will attempt to get redemption by going one on one against man with the number one contendership Joey Bellarosa.

Kris Gaffney-If Fenrir can win, he’ll join in on the match.

JR-Let’s start the first match of the night.

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

JR-Lugus Cuhullin has been mostly a tag team wrestler, but he’s had his experience with singles should serve him well here.

King-Plus he’s an Irish God

Kris Gaffney-Always the thing to remember.

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 power should allow him to hit quickly.

King-If he had the Melon Gods on his side that would help more.

Kris Gaffney-I’m sure…

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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 gain gold for the Maledictum.

King-They gave him a new attitude, and now he looks to bring even more gold to the stable.

[Ragnar Ayerswindale, Lugus Cuhullin and Austin Jameson Mercer stand in the ring, and the bell rings, and Lugus Cuhullin goes ofr a wild kick to the face on Ragnar Ayerswindale, but Ragnar is able to duck under, and he pushes him forward. Lugus Cuhullin crashes into Austin Jameson Mercer, and he falls out of the ring. Ragnar Ayerswindale measures up, and he connects with a spinning spine buster. Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the corner, and he connects with the gunginar spear on Lugus Cuhullin. Ragnar goes into the cover on Lugus. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2…..KICK OUT by Lugus Cuhullin!!]

JR-Lugus Cuhullin was able to kick out at the last moment.

King-That was Fookin close.

Kris Gaffney-FOOOOOOOOOOOK

[Ragnar Ayerswindale gets up to his feet, and he see’s that Austin Jameson Mercer is on the apron. Ragnar Ayerswindale runs towards him, but it’s countered with a hang man that makes him stumble backwards. Austin Jameson Mercer goes for the red carpet, but hits Lugus instead who falls out of the ring. Ragnar goes for the Gunginar spear, but it’s countered with a knee to the face. Austin Jameson Mercer sets up Ragnar, and he connects with the world premiere with a bridge into a pin on Ragnar. The ref goes into position to make the count, 1………..2……KICK OUT by Ragnar Ayesrswindale!!]

JR-Almost three!

King-Austin Jameson Mercer almost was able to get the win there.

[Austin Jameson Mercer gets up, but he see’s that Lugus climbed up on the apron, and Lugus suckered him in with a shoulder block. Lugus Cuhullin steps inside of the ring, and he connects with roundhouse kick to the side of the head that makes Austin Jameson Mercer turn his head, and he connects with a german suplex that sends Austin Jameson Mercer go flying across the ring, and he turns his attention to Ragnar who is getting up to his feet, and he connects with the baptism that drops Ragnar Ayerswindale!!]

JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale might be in trouble here.

King-Well…he was just hit by an Irish God…

Kris Gaffney-That’s true.

[Lugus Cuhullin goes into the cover on Ragnar, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………….Austin Jameson Mercer connects with the Final Cut to break up the three count. Austin Jameson Mercer goes into the cover on Lugus Cuhullin, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………3!!]

JR-Austin Jameson Mercer was able to come in at the last moment, and take the win!

(As the lights in the arena plunge into darkness, an eerie silence descends over the crowd. The faint sound of wind howling fills the air, sending shivers down spines. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Wolf Totem" by The HU (featuring Jacoby Shaddix) thunder through the speakers, primal and haunting. A blood-red light floods the entrance ramp, illuminating a swirling mist of smoke that creeps along the ground like tendrils of something alive.

The screen above the stage flickers to life, showing the silhouette of a massive wolf prowling through a dark forest. As the beat drops, bursts of flame erupt from the stage, casting wild shadows across the arena. Through the flames and smoke emerges Fenrir Kaine, "The Demonic Werewolf." His imposing frame is silhouetted against the fiery backdrop, his head lowered, and his crimson eyes glinting beneath his hooded brow.

Ring Announcer: Now making his way to the ring! Fighting out of the Shadows of the Abyss! Weighing in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds and standing six feet and four inches tall! He is "The Demonic Werewolf" FENRIR KAINE!

Fenrir’s presence is palpable, an aura of raw, predatory menace that freezes the audience in place. As he begins his slow, deliberate march down the ramp, the flames on stage ignite once more, illuminating his every step. The red lights follow him like a spotlight, casting a sinister glow over his powerful frame. The mist clings to his boots as if the darkness itself refuses to let him go.

He reaches the ring steps and pauses, turning his gaze to the crowd. Their boos and jeers are drowned by the pulsating rhythm of his theme song, yet Fenrir remains unfazed. A low, guttural growl escapes his lips as he climbs the steps and enters the ring.

Once inside, Fenrir moves to the center of the ring, his massive frame towering over the referee. He throws back his head and lets out a bone-chilling howl, synchronized with a final burst of flame erupting from the ring posts. The lights flicker back to full brightness, but the chilling aura lingers as Fenrir Kaine removes his hood and glares out at the crowd with predatory intent.
He moves to his corner, leaning against the turnbuckle like a wolf surveying its prey, waiting for the match to begin. The arena buzzes with tension, every eye fixed on the terrifying force that is Fenrir Kaine.)

JR-Fenrir Kaine missed the chance to be in the IC Championship match, but tonight if Fenrir can win he’ll join Joey Bellarosa to face Mansa.

King-But the card said…

JR-Shut up King

JR hits a DDT on King

Kris Gaffney-That escalated quickly…

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-The stipulations of this match should focus Joey.

King-There is a worry sometimes you look forward to the championship match, well this match has implications on that match.

Kris Gaffney-Helpful…sort of.

[Fenrir Kaine and Joey Bellarosa pace around the ring, and they lock up, and then Fenrir Kaine connects with a knee lift, and he whips Joey Bellarosa to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Fenrir Kaine goes for a clothesline, but Joey Bellarosa ducks under. Joey Bellarosa connects with a low drop kick to the leg Fenrir Kaine stumbles backwards. Joey Bellarosa gets up to his feet, and see’s that Fenrir Kaine runs otwards Joey, Joey counters with a drop toe hold that sends him flying to the top rope, and he stumbles around. Joey Bellarosa connects with a mafia kick to the side of the head, and Fenrir Kaine stumbles around, and he kicks Fenrir Kaine. Joey Bellarosa connects with DDT into the mat with a Fenrir Kaine on the mat. Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref counts 1…………..2……..KICK OUT by Fenrir Kaine!!]

JR-Joey Bellarosa is staying one step ahead of Kaine.

King-With the power moves that Fenrir has you would want to.

[Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, and Joey Bellarosa goes for another Mafia Kick, but Fenrir Kaine is able to duck under. Fenrir Kaine pushes him towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Joey Bellarosa gets dropped with a spinning spine buster by Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine takes a few moments to rest up, and both wrestlers are slow to get up to their feet. Joey Bellarosa gets up to his feet, he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Joey Bellarosa throws a wild fist, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that knocks Joey Bellarosa into the ropes. Fenrir Kaine whips Joey Bellarosa, Joey bounces off of the ropes, Fenrir Kaine connects with a pop up samoan drop on Joey. Fenrir kaine goes into the cover on Joey, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2……..KICK OUT by Joey. Fenrir Kaine gets ready.]

JR-It seems that Fenrir Kaine is looking to end this match.

King-We’ll see if he can pull it off.

[Kaine picks up Joey Bellarosa, but it’s countered into a diving DDT!! Joey Bellarosa grabs Fenrir, and he lifts him up. Joey puts him into a vertical suplex position. Joey lifts him up, but Kaine connects with a knee to the top of the head breaking up the move, Faine falls back on the ground. Kaine rolls up Joey into a small package pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………….3!!]

JR-Both wrestlers went for their finishers, but in the end it’s Fenrir Kaine who comes out the winner.

(Fenrir Kaine celebrates his win as Shockwave goes off the air.)