Return of an Era 2026 (Now complete)
(Copyright information is shown on the screen. We go into a highlight video as Aari Maxwell causes a chain reaction which sends Tony Ikeda falling outside of the cage winning the championship. Azar is causing chaos yelling wanting vengeance against Tony Ikeda. Billy Breeze is shown clips of him winning his title shot last month also shown Tony, Billy, and Azar are shown as we fade into an introduction screen that welcomes us to Return of an Era. Pyrotechnics blasts on the specially made stage. The lights turn on, and fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. We zoom out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to the 2026 edition of Return of an Era. I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney
King-Tonight Azar Vulcan gets to show why Tony Ikeda’s cheated, and why he’s better than everyone else…especially Tony.
Kris Gaffney- He certainly hasn’t been happy over the past month.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. The arena fills with grape juice enough, and Kenny Omegrape jumps a shake.)
JR-I uh….again nothing about this seems safe.
King-Ehhhhh?
Kris Gaffney-Wonder how many people are going to get this reference other than the common phrase…because I don’t.
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-Jackson Gunner knows he’s in for a fight.
King-Of course…he is after all fighting GOD!
Kris Gaffney-………
[Jackson Gunner and Kenny Omegrape pace around the ring as Kenny OMegrape how this match would be hundred times better if there were more fruit. Jackson Gunner throws a wild fist to the face, and Kenny Omegrape runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Jackson Gunner connects with an arm drag release that sends Kenny Omegrape flying through the air, and he crashes into the mat. Kenny Omegrape gets up to his feet, and he gets hit with a few fists to the face. Jackson Gunner attempts to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Kenny Omegrape. Jackson Gunner lowers his head. Jackson Gunner connects with a running DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner picks up Kenny Omegrape, and he connects with a piledriver. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2…..KICK OUT by Kenny Omegrape!!]
King-The power of the Melon Gods are strong since they gave Kenny the strength to kick out of that.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that’s the reason…
JR-Bah gawd, King’s old finisher was broken in half!
[Kenny Omegrape is slow to get up to his feet, and Jackson Gunner goes for a german suplex. But Kenny Omegrape connects with a few elbows to the side of the head. Jackson Gunenr stumbles backwards, and he goes for another fist to the face, and he ducks under. Kenny Omegrape connects with a northern lights suplex release that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Slowly Kenny Omegrape gets up to his feet, and Jackson Gunenr throws a wild fist, and Kenny Omegrape ducks under, and Kenny Omegrape lifts up Jackson Gunner, and he connects with a belly to back suplex. Jackson Gunner gets up to his knees, and Kenny Omegrape connects with a running knee to the face that puts down Jackson Gunner. Kenny Omegrape goes itno the cover on Jackson Gunner. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……..KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!!]
King-See!! And so the Melon Gods said….Kenny wins here.
Kris Gaffney-They are being so specific yet they never actually are.
King-Just whenever they are!
[Jackson Gunner gets picked up, and set up for the geese oil, but Jackson Gunner as he is lifted up, he shifts his weight, and he pushes Kenny Omegrape into the turnbuckle. Kenny Omegrape stumbles around, Jackson Gunner lifts up Kenny Omegrape, and Jackson Gunner drops Kenny OMegrape with the Burning Samoan!! Kenny is out of it. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner gets the victory!
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He walks down to ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder and Patrick Payne are having a rematch of last weeks match.
King- It was a great match, but there might be questions still left to be answered.
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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 has looked on point recently.
King-Both wrestlers are ready to give their best tonight.
[Zack Ryder and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, and they lock up, Patrick Payne puts him into an arm bar. Zack Ryder pushes Patrick Payne into the ropes, and Patrick Payne gets whipped to the ropes. Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes, and Patrick Payne connects with a shoulder block that puts him down on the mat. Zack Ryder gets up to his feet, and he runs towards Patrick Payne and Patrick Payne takes down Zack Ryder with a one man flap jack that stuns him. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder gets picked up by Patrick Payne, and he connects with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Patrick connects with a flight risk!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……..2….KICK OUT by Zack Ryder!!]
JR-Zack Ryder was able to kick out.
King-No one is shocked JR.
Kris Gaffney-If there is one thing about Zack Ryder, you can never count him out.
[Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, and Patrick Payne lifts him up, but Zack Ryder is able to shift, and he lands behind Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne gets pushed to the ropes, and he bounces off of the roeps. Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick that puts him down on the mat. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to rest up, and when Patrick gets up to his feet, Zack Ryder hits a jumping inverted Russian leg sweep. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to rest up. Patrick Payne falls into the corner, Zack Ryder connects with a cltohelsine in the corner, and he backs up. Patrick Payne falls into the corner in a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up. Zack Ryder fist pumps (Woo! Woo! Woo!), Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder calls for the Rough Ryder!]
JR-Zack Ryder is going to attempt to end this match now.
King-That would be sick.
Kris Gaffney-Or lead to something that makes him feel sick.
[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but it’s blocked into a power bomb by Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne flips into a jack knife pin on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count! The ref counts 1…………..2…………..3!!]
JR-Patrick Payne 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 for a long time this was his domain.
King-The Dungeon Master has proven himself with in it.
Kris Gaffney-These are going to be clashes of forces in the Extreme division.
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 got to keep himself mindful of the past.
King-He is facing someone who is a master of chaos.
Kris Gaffney-which means he can expect anything in this match.
[Jack Lynch and The Dungeon Master face off in the middle of the ring. They stare down each other the bell rings, and the Dungeon Master throws a super kick. Jack Lynch runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jack Lynch jumps in the air, and he goes for a cross body block, but The Dungeon Master catches him, and he drops him with a rib breaker. Jack Lynch is in a lot of pain, and then the Dungeon Master waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet. Jack Lynch is slow to get up to his feet. The Dungeon Master connects with a palm strikes, and spinning chops. Jack Lynch goes for a wild fist to the face, and he ducks under, and Jack Lynch gets dropped with a super kick by Dungeon Master to complete the Nat 20 combo. The Dungeon Master 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-Jack Lynch kicked out!
King-You know…it would have been more chaos like to not kick out.
Kris Gaffney-Guess he doesn’t like chaos that much.
[The Dungeon Master rolls out of the ring, and he waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet, and onceh e gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, The Dungeon Master goes for a chair shot, but Jack Lynch ducks under, and he hits a side kick into the chair that sends the Dungeon Master flying backwards after the chair hitting his face. The Dungeon Master stumbles around, and Jack Lynch kicks the Dungeon Master, and he connects with a DDT into the mat. The Dungeon Master is slow to get up to his feet Jack Lynch drops The Dungeon Master with a Pandemonium kick to the face of the Dungeon Master. Jack Lynch goes into the cover on the Dungon Master. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by The Dungeon Master!!]
JR-Almost three!
King-Well…that is chaos.
Kris Gaffney-Guess so.
[Jack Lynch wits for the Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master is slow to get up to his feet, and Jack Lynch picks up The Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master is able to slide out of the back. Jack Lynch turns around, and he gets blasted with a chair shot to the head. The Dungeon Master lifts up Jack Lynch. The Dungeon Master drops Jack Lynch with the Critical shot!! The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref counts 1…………..2…………3!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master used the lack of rules to his advantage, and got the victory.
(The EMF tron lights up in a court room.)
.::judge::.-Can the defendant please rise?
(Steve Walker dressed in his Link outfit stands up.)
.::Judge::.-On charges of property damage in the of countless ports, and despite his novel “the chickens had it coming” on the charge of cuccos assault….I have reach a verdict….and declare Steve Walker…not guilty.
(Steve Walker half yells out “what” then covers his mouth, and then says “yeah…that makes sense”.)
.::Judge::.-However….I, myself am guilty of….
(takes off a mask)
.::Era::.-OF BEING ERA, AND I HAVE RETURNED!!
.::Steve Walker::.-Ugh….
.::Era::.-A year from I will return again!
(The segment ends, and we go back to the ring.)
(We come from commercial, Jey Uso is already in the ring. “Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder has a lot of experience in these sort of matches.
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 speed, and high flying abilities allow him to strike quickly.
King-That can be key in this sort of match.
Kris Gaffney-Even if you don’t like it.
King-Well…someone needs to do the second rope fist drop!
(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 power and ability to move should aide him.
King-He’ll be difficult to defeat in this match.
[Sythe, Zack Ryder, Fenrir Kaine, and Jey Uso stand in separate sides of the ring. Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that sends Zack Ryder flying through the ropes, and he falls to the outside of the ring. Fenrir Kaine goes after Zack Ryder, and he picks up Zack Ryder, and he smashes Zack Ryder’s face into the steel steps, and Zack Ryder is in pain. Fenrir Kaine lifts him up, and he walks to the ring post, and he drives Zack Ryder back first into the ring post. Fenrir Kaine connects with a few stomps on the downed Zack Ryder.]
JR-Fenrir Kaine went right after Zack Ryder.
King-Bro, not sick.
Kris Gaffney-Well…Ryder does like competition.
King-Guess that’s a point…
[Sythe ducks under a super kick by Jey Uso, and he runs towards the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a flying forearm shot to the face that knocks down Jey Uso. Sythe lets Jey Uso get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, Sythe connects with a reverse neck breaker that puts him down on the mat. Sythe rolls into the corner, and he waits for Jey Uso in the corner. Sythe runs towards the corner, and he connects with a flying clothesline in the corner. Jey Uso stumbles around, and Sythe connects with a DDT. Sythe goes into the cover on Jey Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………Zack Ryder was able to break up the count.]
JR-Zack Ryder was able to break up the pin.
King-See, competition is sick.
Kris Gaffney-Guess so.
[Zack Ryder and Sythe get up, and Sythe throws a wild fist, and Zack Ryder ducks under, and he connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down Sythe. Sythe rolls out of the ring, and Zack Ryder see’s that Jey Uso is up to his feet. Zack Ryder hits a standing drop kick that knocks Jey Uso backwards. Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder backs up, Jey Uso falls into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he fist pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with the broski boot to the side of the face.]
JR-Zack Ryder might gaining momentum.
Kris Gaffney-Always a positive sign in professional wrestling!
[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder Jey Uso is able to duck under, and Jey Uso connects with a super kick that knocks Zack Ryder down. Jey Uso gets turned around, set up, lifted up, and dropped with the Eclipse Driver on Jey Uso by Fenrir Kaine!! Kaine holds Jey into a pin. The ref counts 1………….2………….3!! FENRIR KAINE WINS THE FIRST FALL!! Sythe connects with the Sythenator on Jey Uso. Sythe stumbles up, but Zack Ryder throws him into the ring post, and Sythe falls out of the ring. Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Jey Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!! ZACK RYDER WINS THE SECOND FALL!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine, and Zack Ryder win the falls.
King-Ouch YEET.
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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-The Blokes are looking to get involved in the tag title race.
King-Plus they do have an Irish God on their side…that means a lot!
Kris Gaffney-There is that.
The arena lights flicker and then cut out, plunging the crowd into darkness. A deep, rumbling bass echoes throughout the arena as "I Am Colossus" by Meshuggah begins to play. Thick, ominous smoke begins to billow from the stage, covering the ramp in a dense fog that swirls menacingly. Dark, crimson lights start to pulse in sync with the slow, crushing beats of the music, casting eerie shadows across the arena. Suddenly, a series of sharp, thunderous booms erupt, sending shocks of fire across the stage, creating a wall of flames that parts to reveal the silhouette of a giant figure. The smoke parts as Malek Voss, towering at 7'2" and 500 pounds, steps through the flames, his form barely visible through the heavy mist. The crowd murmurs in awe as Malek slowly begins his deliberate march toward the ring, his eyes locked ahead with cold, unwavering focus. Each of his footsteps seems to shake the very ground beneath him as the smoke follows his path. The crimson lights continue to pulse, casting him in and out of shadow, emphasizing his monstrous presence. Behind him, the fire burns brighter, leaving a trail of embers in his wake. Malek reaches the base of the ramp and pauses for a moment, taking in the energy of the arena, his expression stoic and unreadable. He places one massive hand on the apron, pulling himself up with ease, his eyes never leaving the ring. With a simple, yet intimidating motion, Malek steps over the top rope, entering the ring as the crimson lights swirl around him. Once inside, he slowly raises one arm to the sky, and as he does, a violent explosion of fireworks bursts from the turnbuckles, bathing the ring in a fiery glow.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Standing at 7 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at 500 pounds… from the depths of destruction itself... The Mad Titan, Malek Voss!"
[The lights return to their dim, crimson hue as Malek strides toward the center of the ring, his massive frame illuminated by the glowing red light. He stands tall, motionless, exuding power and menace, his eyes scanning the crowd as the arena settles into an eerie silence. The music fades, but the oppressive aura of Malek Voss lingers as he waits for his opponent, like a predator stalking his prey.
The arena lights dim as the first beats of "Lie, Cheat, Steal" by CFO$ echo through the speakers. Golden spotlights begin to flicker across the stage, and the screen above the entrance flashes the words "NO GOOD" in bold letters. The crowd starts to react as Vince "No Good" Navarro steps out from behind the curtain, a sly smirk on his face. He’s dressed in his sleek ring gear, adjusting his sunglasses as he pauses at the top of the ramp, arrogantly soaking in the crowd’s reaction. Vince walks down the ramp with exaggerated swagger, pointing to his chest and mouthing to the crowd, “The Bad Boy’s here!” As he struts forward, the golden lights continue flashing in rhythm with the music, highlighting his every step. Vince taunts fans along the way, blowing kisses to a few and brushing off the boos with a cocky laugh.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Making his way to the ring, from the Streets of Sin City, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is the 'No Good,' 'Dirty' Vince Navarro!"
Vince reaches the apron and dramatically wipes his feet on it before stepping into the ring, taking his time as he climbs through the ropes. Once inside, he walks to the center of the ring and spreads his arms wide, showing off to the crowd, as if basking in invisible applause. He then walks over to the ropes, standing on the middle rope and raising his hand to his ear as if daring the fans to boo louder.
Vince Navarro: "All eyes on me, baby! The Bad Boy’s about to show you how it’s done!"
He casually leans against the turnbuckle with a cocky grin, his sunglasses still on. The music fades, and Vince waits with an air of superiority, confident and ready for whatever—or whoever—comes next.
JR-The Amigos have been champions before, and they are looking to be champions again.
King-Well tonight they can get their shot.
Kris Gaffney-If not the Blokes will…
[Lugus Cuhullin and Vince Navarro stand in the ring. Lugus Cuhullin yells FOOOOOK, he throws a fist to the face, and Vince Navarro ducks under, and he runs towards the ropes. Vince Navarro knocks him down on the mat. Lugus Cuhullin connects with a European uppercut that drops Vince Navarro. Vince Navarro is slow to get up to his feet. Lugus Cuhullin waits for Vince Navarro to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Lugus Cuhullin connects with kick to the gut, and he hooks with a double under hook, and he drops him with a double under hook suplex. Lugus Cuhullin makes the tag to Victor Thorn with a senton on Vince Navarro,Victor Thorn goes into the cover. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….KICK OUT by Vince Navarro.]
JR-Vince Navarro is able to kick out!
King-Guess the amigos aren’t done yet.
Kris Gaffney-Guess that’s the power of friendship!
[Vince Navarro gets picked up, but Vince Navarro hits a jaw breaker, and he connects with a DDT into the mat. Vince Navarro goes over to his corner, and he makes the tag to Malik Voss. Malik Voss steps inside of the ring, and he runs towards Victor Thorn and he connects with a clothesline that puts him down on the mat. Malik Voss picks up Victor Thorn, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, Victor Thorn leaps in the air, and he goes for a cross body block. But it’s caught by Malik Voss. Malik Voss quickly drops an elbow drop that stuns Victor Thorn. Malik Voss looks to attempt to end this match, and he sets him up, and he lifts him up, and he drops him various times to complete the cataclysm. Malik Voss goes into the cover on Victor Thorn. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2……….Victor Thorn is able ot get his foot on the ropes. Malik Voss makes the tag to Vince Navarro, Vince Navarro climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope, but it’s missed as Victor Thorn moved out of the way!]
JR-They tried to end the match there, but it didn’t quite work the way they were hoping.
King-That wasn’t friendly!
[Victor Thorn makes the tag to Lugus Cuhullin. Victor Thorn starts to brawl with Malik Voss, and Lugus connects with the Baptism to drop Vince Navarro. Lugus goes into the cover on Vince Navarro the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………….3!!]
JR-Lugus Cuhullin and Victor Thorn get 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-The former IC champion is looking to become the IC champion again.
King-He is powerful without a doubt, can he be the one to take down Mansa?
Kris Gaffney-Guess we’ll see.
[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-However in the big match Mansa Carthage has shined.
King-That’s for sure.
Kris Gaffney-He’s facing someone who been there before, so we’ll see what happens.
[Mansa Carthage and Ragar Ayerswindale stand in the middle of the ring. They stare down each other. Ragnar Ayerswindale and Mansa Carthage throw fists to the face. Ragnar Ayerswindale ducks under one of the fists, and he runs towards the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes, but Mansa Carthage is able to stop the momentum of Ragnar Ayerswindale with a big boot that makes Ragnar Ayerswindale stumble backwards. He falls into the ropes, he stumbles out of the corner. Mansa Carthage connects with a DDT into the mat. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he measures up on Ragnar Ayerswindale. Ragnar gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage connects with a super man punch!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Ragnar Ayerswindale. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..KICK OUT by Ragnar Ayerswindale. Mansa Carthage gets up to his feet, and he holds up his hand.]
JR-It looks like Ragnar Ayerswindale might be getting up to be dropped by a choke slam.
King-Could always….not stand up.
Kris Gaffney-That’s against the law of professional wrestling.
[Mansa Carthage grabs Ragnar Ayerswindale around the throat as he gets up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale is able to counter with a DDT into the mat. Mansa Carthage is in pain, and this gives Ragnar Ayerswindale a chance to recover. Mansa Carthage is able to run towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a flying shoulder block. Mansa Carthage falls backwards, and he stumbles towards Ragnar who connects with a front falling spine buster. Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the corner, and he waits for Mansa Carthage to get up to his feet. Once he get sup to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale runs out of the corenr, and he connects with a gunginar spear that drops Mansa Carthage. Ragnar Ayerswindale 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. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a few stomps on the downed by Mansa Carthage.]
JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale power might have turned this match around.
King-Both wrestlers have power, I guess you couldn’t hold down Ragnar for long…even though it would have helped if he had the Melon Gods on his side.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that’s exactly what he was thinking….
[Ragnar Ayerswindale sets up Mansa Carthage, but Mansa Carthage connects with a back body drop that sends Ragnar Ayerswindale crashing down on the mat. Ragnar gets up, Mansa Carthage connects with a Dragon’s Descend on Ragnar Ayerswindale!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Ragnar. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………….3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage defends the IC Championship!
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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 has dropped the video game controller, and seems extremely focused on this match.
King-Well….he is facing a man who is already better than he is.
[I’m better than you and you know it” Is said over the loud speakers right before Lamb Of God- “Overlord” hits. The crowd erupts in boos as the lighting begins to flash green and gold. The ramp fills with images of money as Azar Vulcan steps out from the back with a smug grin on his face. He stops atop of the ramp laughing at the fans.]
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds and standing 5’11”. He is The EMF World Heavyweight Champion, The Best In The World, Azar “Mastermind” Vulcan!
JR-Azar Vulcan has been looking to gain a measure of revenge.
King-He can truly bring back his Era tonight.
Kris Gaffney-Hopefully Triple H doesn’t end era’s, and make new one’s…
(“Game on “ blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda is looking to defend the world championship.
Kris Gaffney-Tony is aware that that is extremely difficult.
King-That’s because he’s old!
[Billy Breeze, Azar Vulcan, and Tony Ikeda wait for the bell to ring. Tony Ikeda and Azar Vulcan run at each other as Tony Ikeda and Azar Vulcan throw fists to the face. Azar Vulcan connects with a knee lift into the gut that doubles him over Azar Vulcan rakes the eyes. Azar Vulcan throws Tony Ikeda into Billy Breeze who falls out of the ring. Azar Vulcan waits for Tony Ikeda to stumble towards him. Azar Vulcan connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down Tony Ikeda. Azar Vulcan runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a second rope spring board moonsault. Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda. Azar Vulcan rains down the mounted fists on Tony Ikeda which the ref can warn Azar about but can’t stop Azar.]
JR-Tony Ikeda is able to kick out.
King-He almost let evil win.
Kris Gaffney- I blame a curse….
King-What is it with you and curses…this is cursed, that is CURSED!!
[Azar Vulcan sets up Tony Ikeda, and he lifts him up, but Tony Ikeda pushes Azar Vulcan forward, and he hits hard into Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze falls off of the apron, and he crashes into the barricade, and Azar Vulcan stumbles around, and Tony Ikeda lifts him up, and he drops him with a full nelson slam. Tony Ikeda takes a few moments to rest up, and Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet as Azar Vulcan is slow to get up to his feet. Azar Vulcan gets hit with a few fists to the face that knocks back Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda whips him to the ropes, Azar Vulcan bounces off of the ropes. Tony Ikeda connects with a spinning spine buster on Azar Vulcan!!]
JR-The champion is in control.
King-That’s what he wants you to believe.
Kris Gaffney-If he had the Melon Gods on his side this wouldn’t happen.
King-Yeah…but Tony is insistent on Badd Blends so…
[Tony Ikeda gets up to his feet, suddenly Billy Breeze steps inside of the ring, and Tony Ikeda tries to keep him out of the match, but this time he is able to duck under, and he hooks him, and he connects with a t-bone suplex that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Billy Breeze turns towards Azar Vulcan, Azar Vulcan goes for the Money Maker, but Billy Breeze is able to duck under, and he connects with a few rib shots to the face, and Azar Vulcan goes for another fist, and Billy Breeze ducks under, and Billy Breeze drops him with a Harlem Hook. Billy Breeze goes into the cover on Azar Vulcan, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………….2……….KICK OUT by Azar Vulcan!!]
JR-The tides might be turning against Azar right now.
King-That’s what he thinks!
[Azar Vulcan is slow to get up to his feet, and Billy Breeze locks in the Specters grip, but Azar Vulcan gets a hold of the ref as there is no DQ, there is no danger, and Azar Vulcan connects with a back kick low blow. Azar Vulcan goes over to the turnbuckle, and he rips it off, and Azar Vulcan throws Billy Breeze hard into the turnbuckle. Billy stumbles out of the corner, and Azar Vulcan connects with the Money Maker. Billy Breeze goes down, Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Billy Breeze. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!! BILLY BREEZE IS ELIMINATED!!]
JR-The tactics aside, they are legal.
King-And still he masked them perfectly from the ref that’s why Azar is better than everyone else!
[Tony Ikeda rolls into the ring, Azar Vulcan smiles evily. Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet, Azar Vulcan connects with a head butt to the face. Tony Ikeda falls back to the ropes, and Azar Vulcan lines up, and he goes for the Money Maker with extra on it, but Tony Ikeda unexpectly barely ducks hooks, and he drops Azar Vulcan into a full nelson suplex!! Tony Ikeda throws his arm over Azar Vulcan, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………….3!! AZAR VULCAN IS ELIMINATED!! TONY IKEDA WINS THE MATCH!!]
JR-Tony moved just enough to avoid the Money Maker to get the victory.
Kris Gaffney-Azar was trying to take Tony’s head off, and it gave Tony that half second.
(Azar Vulcan tries to attack Tony, but Tony rolls out of the ring as clearly looks angry as Return of an Era goes off the air.)