(The EMF logo flashes on the screen)
(We open up in the darken arena as pyrotechnics rain down on the stage. The lights turn on. Fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. Then the camera zooms out to display the location information. We get one more shot of 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 the team of Billy Breeze and Travis Vortex steps inside of the ring against the Amigos.
Kris Gaffney-The Amigos will be looking to bounce back.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
The arena goes dark. The sound of a wolf howl erupts from the speakers. A wolf face appears on the tron then the words "I'M HUNGRY! TIME TO FEED!" and "Hungry Like The Wolf" by Duran Duran plays. Killer Tschida shows up on the ramp way wearing a wolf mask and let's out a big wolf howl. He walks to the ring, crawls under the ring ropes then climbs to the top turnbuckle and takes off his mask as he looks to the crowd and does another big wolf howl as the crowd howls with him.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera, and he walks down ot the ring. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-This team only a few weeks were facing each other.
Kris Gaffney-Didn’t work so good for Road Dogg, or X-Pac.
King-Yeah, but they were team work at a level not thought of by man, anything that messes up messed up everything.
(“Day One-ish” blasts on the PA system. Jimmy, and Jey Uso walk out of the back on the stage, and they walkd own to the ring, they enter the ring.)
JR-However, this team has been tag team wrestling for over a decade.
King-They could take another step towards taking over the EMF tag team division right here if they win.
Kris Gaffney-That would be very big for them, there is no doubt about that.
[Jey Uso grins at both Zack Ryder, and Killer Tschida. Despite his words, there seems to be an unspoken respect. Jey Uso locks up with Zack Ryder, Zack Ryder puts Jey Uso into a side head lock, and he holds on the pressure. Jey Uso backs up Zack Ryder to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with a shoulder tackle. Jey Uso runs towards Zack Ryder, and Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick that puts down Jey Uso. Jey Uso is slow to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder hits a kcik to the gut, and he connects with a vertical suplex. Jey Uso goes into a seated position. Zack Ryder gets up to his feet, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with a running knee to the face that stuns Jey Uso. Jey Uso goes into the corner, Zack Ryder runs towards Jey Uso, and he connects with a running clothesline that stumbles around Jey Uso. Jey falls into the corner into a seated position. Zack Ryder backs up, and he fist pumps (Woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the side of the face of Jey Uso. Zack Ryder pulls him out of the corner. Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………KICK OUT by Jey Uso!!]
JR-Zack Ryder almost got the three count there for his team.
King-Hey, if he can win there.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain no one will complain.
[Jey Uso is slow to get up to his feet after Zack Ryder has made the tag to Killer Tschida. Killer Tschida sets up, and he goes for the Killer Kick, but Zack Ryder ducks under, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a belly to back suplex into reverse neck breaker. Jey Uso makes the tag to Jimmy Uso, Jimmy Uso steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a running clothesline. Killer Tschida gets up, and he throws a wild fist, and Jimmy Uso ducks under, and he connects with a super kick that puts down Killer TSchida. Jimmy Uso measures up on Killer Tschida. Killer Tschida stumbles into the corner. Jimmy Uso connects with a running clothesline in the corner. Killer Tschida is put into a seated position. Jimmy Uso runs into the corner, and he connects with a hip attack on Killer Tschida crushing Killer Tschida. Jimmy Uso brings Killer out of the corner, and he makes cover on Killer Tschida. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……….KICK OUT by Jimmy Uso.]
JR-Killer Tschida just saw his career flash before his eyes.
King-Wonder if it’s like his career, and life.
Kris Gaffney-Never forget Devin Malis.
[Jimmy Uso picks up Killer Tschida he lifts him up, but it’s countered by him shifting his weight, and he lands behind Jimmy Killer TSchida makes the tag to Zack Ryder. Killer Tschida connects with a jaw breaker. Zack Ryder connects with a rough ryder!!! Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Jimmy Uso as Killer attacks Jey. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-Zack Ryder gets the pin, and the team of Ryder, and Killer will be a part of the tag team title match.
[The normally thunderous EMF Arena settles into an odd, anticipatory hush as the ring announcer finishes her introductions. Classic arena lights bathe the entrance in white, and the familiar strains of “Narcissist” hit the PA. Lex Luger steps through the curtain, robe glittering, arms spread to display the chiseled physique that once earned him the moniker “The Total Package.” He poses for the hard cam, flexing a double‑biceps, and the crowd grants a nostalgic roar. But beneath the cheers there’s a noticeable tremor of unease—because tonight Luger isn’t here to preen. He’s here to meet a walking nightmare.]
Jim Ross: “Lex Luger—the Total Package himself—back in an EMF ring. You can see the confidence, King, but you can also sense a shadow over those blue eyes.”
Jerry “The King” Lawler: “Shadow? That’s called sanity, JR. Somewhere in Lex’s mind, he knows what waits on the other side of that aisle.”
Kris Gafney: “A shadow wearing a mask and dragging a chain. Lex has thirty seconds to pose; then he’s in Hell.”
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The arena lights dimmed as the crowd hushed. Smoke soon crawls across the canvas surrounding everyone in the ring, at ringside and the front rows of the audience who begin anticipating the arrival of The Wretched Nobody when the monitors all go static. A single spotlight shone on the center of the stage as a low, as the ominous tune filled the air. Suddenly, the sound of thunder roared through the speakers as the arena shook with each strike as thick red curtains parted, revealing a large black casket positioned in the center of the stage. "Marche Funèbre MMXXIII" begins to play, the casket starts to rise slowly from the stage, flickering in and out of sight with each flash of strobe lights. As the casket ascended, smoke began to pour out of its cracks and crevices, creating an eerie atmosphere. Suddenly, the lid of the casket burst open, revealing a thick mist from which a massive hand shot out from the depths of the casket, grabbing onto the edge and pulling The Wretched Nobody out of his resting place. The crowd erupted in cheers as The Wretched Nobody emerged from the casket, which fell away in pieces as he stood up towering over seven feet tall and covered in various tattoos and scars. The Wretched Nobody paced back and forth, staring down at the ring with an unflinching glare. The Wretched Nobody broke step as the lights flicker again, as he strides down the ramp, ignoring the fans' outstretched hands and taunts.
Ring Announcer: Making his way down the aisle THE DARK STAR OF EMF! hails from The Danvers State Lunatic Asylum, Salem Massachusetts and at Six Foot Eleven inches tall – at Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds he is… he is Your former Six Time EMF Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld! DEATH HIMSELF! THE WRETCHED NOBODY!
As he approached the ring, bolts of electricity shot out from the turnbuckles, illuminating the darkness around him. The Wretched Nobody climbed up onto the apron, peering down his opponent with a look of pure disdain. Wretch easily stepped over the top rope and made his way to the center of the ring, where he raised his arms and let out a guttural roar. The crowd responded with deafening cheers, their excitement building to a fever pitch. The Wretched Nobody rocks side to side, staring down his opponent ready to charge forward, to unleash his wrath upon anyone who dares to stand in his way.
Jim Ross: “Every time that man steps into an EMF ring, careers shorten. Lex Luger will need every ounce of ring savvy just to survive.”
Jerry Lawler: “He’s not facing a wrestler; he’s facing a force of nature—uncompromising, unfeeling, unstoppable.”
Kris Gafney: “And un‑caring about nostalgia pops.”
[Wretch steps over the top rope, chain thunking to the canvas. Lex removes his robe, shakes out his arms, but there’s a flicker of second thoughts in his eyes. The referee barely finishes the instructions; Wretch’s cold stare never leaves Lex’s face. The bell rings—and the slaughter begins.]
[Lex surges forward with a burst of classic power—big right hands rocking Wretch’s jaw. The crowd rallies, but Wretch barely flinches. Lex hits the ropes, aims a running forearm; Wretch plants two boot‑like hands on Luger's chest and shoves, launching The Total Package across the ring. Luger pops up, stunned but game, tries a clothesline—Wretch absorbs it, seizes Lex by the throat, and hurls him into the turnbuckles with a one‑arm beal that rattles the buckles. Luger slumps, already gasping.]
Jim Ross: “Lex Luger is a mountain of muscle—yet The Wretched Nobody just tossed him like a ragdoll!”
Jerry Lawler: “JR, that wasn’t a throw; that was an exorcism of ego.”
Kris Gafney: “Goodbye, ‘Total Package.’ Hello, ‘Total Panic.’”
[Wretch advances methodically. He traps Lex’s arms over the top ropes and unleashes brutal body blows—ham‑fist hooks to ribs, then head‑level open‑hand chops that sound like gunshots, each one drawing a new welt across Luger’s chest. The referee counts to four; Wretch releases, only to catch Lex’s escaping wrist and yank him into a short‑arm clothesline that flips Luger inside out. Wretch covers with one palm—one… Lex kicks at two. Wretch’s mask offers no hint of feeling.]
[Dragging Luger up by his golden hair, Wretch hoists him into military‑press position. He walks the ring’s perimeter, forcing every camera to capture the sight of Lex Luger dangling, helpless. Then Wretch simply drops him—face‑first throat across the top rope. Luger ricochets, gagging. Wretch barrels forward with a spear that nearly folds Lex in half, driving him from mid‑ring to the corner. The ring quakes.]
Jim Ross: “That spear could break a man’s sternum! Lex looks like he’s drowning in his own breath.”
Jerry Lawler: “He might wish he were. The nightmare’s still heating up.”
Kris Gafney: “Hey, Lex—still think the torture rack can save you?”
[Lex somehow rolls to the floor, survival instinct screaming for space. Bad idea. Wretch follows, chain still coiled around wrist. He hits a few clubbing blows to the back. Only when he’s satisfied with the welt mosaic blooming on Lex’s body. He lifts Lex like dead weight and battering‑rams him spine‑first against the ring post. On the break, Lex crumples, borderline unconscious.]
Jim Ross: “This has shifted from match to mauling. Somebody must stop this!”
Jerry Lawler: “Ref can only disqualify. ”
Kris Gafney: “Let it roll, JR. Watching is educational: never poke a sleeping monster.”
[Wretch rolls Luger's limp form back in. He follows, stands over Lex, and applies the Snap Iron Claw—fingers plunging into temple and jaw. Lex convulses, flailing weak slaps. Wretch hauls him to feet without relinquishing the claw, transitions into a Reverse Chokeslam—planting Lex face‑first with terrifying finality. Instead of pin, Wretch methodically lifts Lex again, draping him across massive shoulders in a torture‑rack backbreaker—mocking the Rack of the very man who popularized it. Luger’s screams are strangled; Wretch crouches, bounces, wrenching spine and ribs. Ref checks—Lex’s arm falls once, twice—barely keeps aloft at three. Wretch hurls him off like trash.]
Jim Ross: “Lex tried to endure, but this monster is dissecting the legend with his own playbook!”
Jerry Lawler: “Talk about psychological warfare—stealing the man’s signature hold!”
Kris Gafney: “And improving on it.”
[Lex can’t stand. He crawls, one knee at a time, blood from split lip darkening his perfect chin. Wretch backs to opposite corner, crouches. The hush in the arena is palpable before the storm. Lex uses ropes to vertical base—barely. Wretch charges—“Trephination” boot detonates on Lex’s skull. The Total Package folds like a lawn chair. Wretch drops to a knee, places one huge palm on Luger's chest, hooking no legs—a statement pin. The referee counts: one… two… THREE.]
Jim Ross: “That was beyond decisive. That was an execution.”
Jerry Lawler: “Lex Luger is motionless. The dream comeback turned to a nightmare reality.”
Kris Gafney: “The Wretched Nobody just re‑wrote Luger's highlight reel into a snuff film.”
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he walks down to the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda is coming off becoming one half of the tag team champions.
King-Not only is that good, it’s BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Kris Gaffney-Always need the Badd Pun’s..
[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 is going towards a championship shot.
King-Guess what better way to get better than facing a champion.
Kris Gaffney-And one that has experience
[Tony Ikeda throws a wild fist to the face, but Mansa Carthage ducks under, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Mansa Carthage attempts to whip Tony Ikeda to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Tony Ikeda. Mansa Carthage bounces off of the ropes. Tony Ikeda goes for a clothesline, but Mansa Carthage ducks under, and he hooks Tony Ikeda connects with a snap dragon suplex that sends Tony Ikeda flying, Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet. Mansa whips Tony Ikeda to the ropes, and Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage connects with a flying knee that puts down Tony Ikeda down on the mat. Mansa Carthage waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet, Tony Ikeda throws a wild fist, and he ducks under. Mansa Carthage hooks Tony Ikeda into a waist lock, and he throws him into release german suplex that sends Tony Ikeda flying across the ring, and he crashes into the mat. Mansa Carthage waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a chokeslam!! Tony Ikeda seems to be out of it. Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position tom ake the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda!!]
JR-Tony Ikeda was able to kick out.
King-Surprised he can move to his side like that still.
Kris Gaffney-HA! Because he’s old!
[Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet, Mansa Carthage grabs him around the throat with both arms this time, and Tony Ikeda counters with a kick to the gut, and he drops him with a DDT into the mat. Tony Ikeda crawls towards the ropes, and he gets up with the help of the ropes, and he turns around as Mansa is up, and he is looking to attack, but Tony Ikeda ducks under his attack, and he lifts up Mansa Carthage, and he drops him with a full nelson slam. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage!!]
JR-Tony Ikeda has able to turn the tables.
King-Guess time is on his side.
Kris Gaffney-You’d think it’s opposite, but nope.
[Tony Ikeda waits for Mansa Carthage to get up to his feet. Tony Ikeda hooks him into a full nelson, but it’s countered with a snapmare. Tony Ikeda gets up, and Mansa Carthage, and he connects with a Dragon Descend on Tony Ikeda. Mansa goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………3!!]
JR-Tony Ikeda got beat to the punch, and Mansa Carthage gets the victory.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder already had a match earlier.
King-Let’s see if that effects him.
Kris Gaffney-It could, but I know Ryder will give everything he has.
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 on the other hand has a lot of power moves that will test Ryder.
King-I’m certain it’s not the first time they faced, I’m certain both know they are in for a fight
[Ragnar Ayerswindale, and Zack Ryder pace around the ring, and Ragnar throws a wild fist to the face. Zack Ryder connects with a few of them, and Ragnar Ayerswindale runs towards the ropes, Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder jumps in the air, and he goes for a cross body block, but Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a rib breaker. Zack Ryder is in pain, and Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a few stomps on the downed Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, he whips him hard into the corner. Zack Ryder flips in the corner, and he lands on the apron. Ragnar Ayerswindale grabs Zack Ryder’s head, and he smashes it on the turnbuckle. This stuns Zack Ryder. Ragnar Ayerswindale grabs Zack Ryder, and he hip tosses him into the ring, and Ragnar Ayerswindale measures up on Zack Ryder who is slow to get up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a gunginar spear on Zack Ryder!! Zack Ryder seems out of it. Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Ragnar Ayerswindale!!}
JR-Ragnar looked to end it, but Zack Ryder was not going down easy.
King-He might have to summon his gods…they might not be the Melon Gods, but still good.
Kris Gaffney-Ouch.
[Ragnar Ayerswindale picks up Zack Ryder, and he lifts him up, and but Zack Ryder is able to fight out, and he pushes him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick that knocks Ragnar ayerswindale backwards. Ragnar Ayerswindale stumbles backwards, and Zack Ryder kicks him in the gut, and he plants him down on the mat with a DDT. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to rest up, and he rolls under the ring. He climbs up to the top rope. Zack Ryder jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a flying drop kick that puts down Ragnar Ayerswindale. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to rest up as Ragnar is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Ragnar Ayerswindale, and he attempts to whip Ragnar to the ropes, but it’s reversed. Ragnar Ayerswindale lowers his head, but it’s countered with a swinging neck breaker. Zack Ryder motions for the Rough Ryder.]
JR-Zack Ryder looks to end this match.
King-Told you…should have allowed the Melon Gods into your life.
[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but it’s caught, and it’s countered into the runestone power bomb!! Zack Ryder seems to hit hard, Ragnar locks in the Midgard Serpent lock!! Zack Ryder fights with all he has, but he fades. The ref calls for the bell as he doesn't get a response from Ryder. Ragnar Ayerswindale wins via submission.]
JR-The ref didn’t get a response from Zack Ryder, and he called this match
(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 has to deal with the speed advantage of Gunner, but also the experience.
King-That can be deciding factor in many matches.
[Jackson Gunner and Fenrir Kaine stand in the middle of the ring, they stare down each other, and Jackson Gunner throw fists to the face. Jackson Gunner runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off o the ropes, and he jumps in the air, but Fenrir Kaine is able to take down Jackson Gunner with a hard shoulder tackle which swats him out of the air. Jackson Gunner is clearly in a lot of pain as he slowly gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner gets put down with a super kick. Jackson Gunner rolls away, and he is slow to get up to his feet in the corner.Fenrir Kaine runs towards the corner, and he connects with a hip attack. Fenrir Kaine backs out of the corner, and Jackson Guner stumbles out of the corner. Fenrir Kaine hooks Jackson Gunner, and he puts him down with a northern lights suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..Jackson Gunner is able to kick out. Fenrir Kaine waits for Jackson Gunner to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner throws a wild fist to the face, but Jackson Gunner goes for a wild fist to the face, and he hooks him, and he connects with a release german suplex.]
JR-Fenrir Kaine is so far not allowing Jackson Gunner to get a move in.
King-Take that TV title!
Kris Gaffney-Steve Hiroko is not a fan.
[Jackson Gunner is slow to get upt o his feet, and Fenrir Kaine grabs him around the throat, and he goes for a chokeslam, but at the last moment Jackson Gunner is able to slide out of the back, and he hooks him, and he connects with a spinning slam that drops Fenrir Kaine. This gives Jackson Gunner a chance to rest up. Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet. Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Fenrir Kaine. He attempts to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine lowers his head, but it’s countered with a running DDT into the mat. Fenrir Kaine takes a few moments to rest up, and he rolls into the ring stunned, and he runs toward the corner, and he connects with a running clothesline in the corner. Jackson Gunner backs outo f the corner. Fenrir Kaine stumbles out of the corner. Jackson Gunner hits a kick to the gut, and Jackson Gunner sets him up, and he connects with a pull up piledriver on Fenrir Kaine!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………….2……….KICK OUT by Fenrir Kaine]
JR-Fenrir Kaine is being slowed.
King-Not quite where he wants to be.
Kris Gaffney-Guess not.
[Jackson Gunner waits for Fenrir Kaine to get up. Jackson Gunner attempts to pick him up, but Fenrir Kaine connects with a elbow to the neck. Jackson Gunner stumbles around, and Fenrir Kaine grabs him around the throat, and Fenrir Kaine lifts up Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunenr counters with a small package on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…….3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner gets the victory.
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[Lights throughout the arena dim to near darkness, creating an atmosphere of suspense and anticipation. Suddenly, the sound of ticking clocks and whirring gears fills the air, building a sense of intrigue.]
[A large, digital clock appears on the titantron, its hands spinning wildly before stopping abruptly. As it strikes a mysterious, undefined hour, the arena bursts into a dazzling display of lights. Strobes and spotlights flash in a chaotic yet mesmerizing pattern, simulating the effect of time travel.]
[The entrance ramp and ring are illuminated with swirling lights that mimic the flow of time - colors shifting rapidly as if moving through different eras. Fog machines generate a thick mist across the ramp, adding to the mystical and otherworldly ambiance.]
[From the back emerges "Temporal" Travis Vortex, adorned in his eclectic time-traveler’s gear, with his crucial timepiece prominently displayed. He moves with a confident swagger, occasionally pausing as if momentarily disoriented or lost in time, adding to his eccentric character.]
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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.]
Jim Ross: “Listen to this ovation! Breeze and Vortex—high‑octane, high‑risk, and hungrier than a pack of wolves.”
Jerry “The King” Lawler: “Speed and power, JR. They’re like a weather system—first the Breeze, then the Vortex!”
Kris Gafney: “Weather forecast says pain showers and a ninety‑percent chance of disappointment—because The Amigos don’t do ‘feel‑good.’”
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The arena lights flicker and then cut out, plunging the crowd into darkness. A deep, rumbling bass echoes throughout the arena as "I Am Colossus" by Meshuggah begins to play. Thick, ominous smoke begins to billow from the stage, covering the ramp in a dense fog that swirls menacingly. Dark, crimson lights start to pulse in sync with the slow, crushing beats of the music, casting eerie shadows across the arena. Suddenly, a series of sharp, thunderous booms erupt, sending shocks of fire across the stage, creating a wall of flames that parts to reveal the silhouette of a giant figure. The smoke parts as Malek Voss, towering at 7'2" and 500 pounds, steps through the flames, his form barely visible through the heavy mist. The crowd murmurs in awe as Malek slowly begins his deliberate march toward the ring, his eyes locked ahead with cold, unwavering focus. Each of his footsteps seems to shake the very ground beneath him as the smoke follows his path. The crimson lights continue to pulse, casting him in and out of shadow, emphasizing his monstrous presence. Behind him, the fire burns brighter, leaving a trail of embers in his wake. Malek reaches the base of the ramp and pauses for a moment, taking in the energy of the arena, his expression stoic and unreadable. He places one massive hand on the apron, pulling himself up with ease, his eyes never leaving the ring. With a simple, yet intimidating motion, Malek steps over the top rope, entering the ring as the crimson lights swirl around him. Once inside, he slowly raises one arm to the sky, and as he does, a violent explosion of fireworks bursts from the turnbuckles, bathing the ring in a fiery glow.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Standing at 7 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at 500 pounds… from the depths of destruction itself... The Mad Titan, Malek Voss!"
[The lights return to their dim, crimson hue as Malek strides toward the center of the ring, his massive frame illuminated by the glowing red light. He stands tall, motionless, exuding power and menace, his eyes scanning the crowd as the arena settles into an eerie silence. The music fades, but the oppressive aura of Malek Voss lingers as he waits for his opponent, like a predator stalking his prey.
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The arena lights dim as the first beats of "Lie, Cheat, Steal" by CFO$ echo through the speakers. Golden spotlights begin to flicker across the stage, and the screen above the entrance flashes the words "NO GOOD" in bold letters. The crowd starts to react as Vince "No Good" Navarro steps out from behind the curtain, a sly smirk on his face. He’s dressed in his sleek ring gear, adjusting his sunglasses as he pauses at the top of the ramp, arrogantly soaking in the crowd’s reaction. Vince walks down the ramp with exaggerated swagger, pointing to his chest and mouthing to the crowd, “The Bad Boy’s here!” As he struts forward, the golden lights continue flashing in rhythm with the music, highlighting his every step. Vince taunts fans along the way, blowing kisses to a few and brushing off the boos with a cocky laugh.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Making his way to the ring, from the Streets of Sin City, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is the 'No Good,' 'Dirty' Vince Navarro!"
Vince reaches the apron and dramatically wipes his feet on it before stepping into the ring, taking his time as he climbs through the ropes. Once inside, he walks to the center of the ring and spreads his arms wide, showing off to the crowd, as if basking in invisible applause. He then walks over to the ropes, standing on the middle rope and raising his hand to his ear as if daring the fans to boo louder.
Vince Navarro: "All eyes on me, baby! The Bad Boy’s about to show you how it’s done!"
He casually leans against the turnbuckle with a cocky grin, his sunglasses still on. The music fades, and Vince waits with an air of superiority, confident and ready for whatever—or whoever—comes next.
[Travis Vortex volunteers to start opposite Vince Navarro. Navarro feigns a handshake, then slaps Vortex across the mouth—mistake. Vortex launches a blistering lariat; Navarro ducks, rebounds into a deep arm‑drag, and pops up to a drop‑kick square in the jaw. Travis Vortex whips Navarro corner‑to‑corner, and follows with a crushing running knee. Breeze tags, springboards into a cross‑body, chaining straight into a standing moonsault—cover—one… two… Navarro kicks free, eyes wide.]
Jim Ross: “Breeze and Vortex are stringing offense like a symphony—quick tags, flawless timing!”
Jerry Lawler: “Malek Voss looks ready to blow a gasket if Navarro doesn’t tag out.”
Kris Gafney: “Maybe Navarro should’ve read the fine print: speed kills.”
[Vince staggers, lunges, and hand‑slaps the outstretched meat hook of Malek Voss. The arena’s air shifts. Voss bulldozes Breeze with a shoulder block that bounces him halfway across the ring. He hauls Breeze up in a gorilla press, strolls three steps, and hurls him chest‑first onto the canvas. Breeze gasps; Voss drops a two‑hundred‑plus‑pound elbow—miss! Breeze rolls, tagging Vortex. Vortex charges, throwing a haymaker; Voss eats it, but a second, third, fourth finally rocks the big man. Vortex hits the ropes—flying forearm staggers Voss into the Amigos’ corner. Navarro blind‑tags.]
[Navarro springboards, aiming a missile drop‑kick at Vortex’s spine. Vortex sprawls forward; the kick nails Voss instead! The behemoth tumbles through the ropes, rage boiling. Navarro’s face drains of color. Vortex clamps a waist‑lock—massive release German suplex folds Navarro like laundry. Tag to Breeze. Breeze hops the ropes, lands a rolling thunder splash—cover—one… two… Navarro rolls his shoulder up to break the count.]
Jim Ross: “Navarro’s own misfire took Voss out of the equation—team chemistry cracking!”
Jerry Lawler: “Nothing worse than booting your partner in the teeth, JR. Thanksgiving’s gonna be awkward.”
Kris Gafney: “They’ll have plenty of time to talk once Breeze picks the feathers off this turkey.”
[Breeze yanks Navarro up. Navarro hits a knee lift, and throws him through the ropes, and Breeze spills to the floor. Voss recovers, blitzing around the corner and flattening Breeze with a freight‑train pounce. He hurls Breeze back inside, tags himself, and dead‑lifts Breeze into a sit‑out powerbomb—cover—one… two… Vortex barrels in, boot breaking the pin. Chaos erupts; Vortex and Voss slug it out until the ref restores order, forcing Vortex back.]
[Voss hoists Breeze for a second powerbomb—Breeze wriggles mid‑air, ropes a high DDT that spikes the giant. Both men down. The audience claps in rising waves. Eight… nine… simultaneous tags! Navarro vaults in; Vortex storms opposite. Vortex ducks a clothesline, rebounds, nails a spear that folds Navarro. He signals; Breeze scrambles to the apron. Vortex scoops Navarro onto his shoulders in electric‑chair position as Breeze scales the top rope.]
Kris Gafney: “Somebody cue the paramedics.”
[Breeze launches—a mid‑air corkscrew neckbreaker off Vortex’s shoulders detonates Navarro to the mat. Vortex hooks the far leg, body weight pressed full. One… Voss dives—too slow—two… three! The bell clangs as the arena erupts.]
Jim Ross: “By God, Breeze and Vortex weathered the storm and claimed the victory!”
Jerry Lawler: “Speed and synergy beat brawn and bravado tonight!”
(Travis, and Billy celebrate their win as Shockwave goes off the air.)
