The EMF Forum

(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)

(We open up into the darken arena as the fireworks explode on the stage. The lights turn on as the pyro ends, and fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd, then it zooms out to display the location information, and we get one more shot of the crowd.)

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 we will see Azar finally get his revenge on Aari Maxwell.

Kris Gaffney-Crikey!

JR-Let’s get started with the opening match of the night.

(“Archaos theme” blasts on the PA system. Archaos walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)

JR-This man’s brutality hasn’t changed despite he’s just a shadow.

King-Rebel is not a fan.

Kris Gaffney-Yet he teams with Angels….someone is having too much fun.

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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 however is going to be ready for anything.

King-It’s difficult to get this train off tracks.

Kris Gaffney-If he was…sounds messy.

[Patrick Payne and Archaos Angels pace around the ring, Patrick Payne ducks under a wild super kick. Patrick Payne connects with a few fists to the face, and he hooks Archaos Angels into a side head lock, and he holds on the pressure. Patrick Payne gets backed up by Archaos Angels, and Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne connects with a shoulder block that sends him down on the mat. Archoas Angels is slow to get up to his feet. Patrick Payne hits a kick to the feet. Patrick Payne connects with a vertical suplex that sends him flying down on the mat. Archaos Angels is slow to get up to his feet, Patrick Payne connects with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes up to the top rope. Patrick Payne jumps off of the top rope, and Patrick Payne connects with the Flight Risk on Archaos Angels. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Archaos Angels. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….KICK OUT by Archaos Angels!!]

JR-Archaos Angels kicks out!

King-Think Zack Ryder is watching this match closely?

Kris Gaffney-No.

[Archaos Angels is slow to get up to his feet, and Patrick Payne tries to whip Archaos Angels to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Angels. Patrick Payne connects with a spinning heel kick that pus down Archaos takes a few moments to rest up, and Archaos Angels kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, and he drops him with a double under hook piledriver!! Archaos Angels goes into the cover on Patrick payne, and the ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Patrick Payne!!]

JR-Archaos makes a come back.

King-We’ll see what he can do with this advantage.

[Patrick Payne gets picked up, Archaos sets up Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne hits a few knee’s the back of Archaos, and he spins out. Archaos gets hit with the Payne Per View!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Archaos. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………3!!]

JR-Patrick Payne is able to escape, and get the victory.

(Main Event-Ish” blasts on the PA system. Jey Uso walks from the crowd, and he stpes inside of the ring.)

JR-Jey Uso has proven himself in big moments.

King-I don’t think Fenrir Kaine agrees.

Kris Gaffney-Guess we’ll see.

(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-This is a match of the Bloodline vs. The Maledictum.

King-If it was Maledictum vs. The Judgment Day ZIggy Thickness would be really conflicted.

Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure.

[Jey Uso and Fenrir Kaine stand in the middle of the ring. The two talk trash Fenrir Kaine throws a fist to the face, Jey Uso runs otwards the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a spinning side slam that puts him down on the mat. Fenrir Kaine waits for Jey Uso to get up to his feet, and he connects with a super kick that knocks Jey back, and Jey hits the ropes, and staggers right into throw up in the air, and Fenrir Kaine connects with the pop up saoman drop. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Jey Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by Jey Uso!!]

JR-Jey Uso got hit with a few big moves, but he was able to kick out.

King-These two want to prove something.

[Fenrir Kaine picks up Jey Uso, and Fenrir Kaine picks up Jey, but Jey slides out of the back, and Jey connects with a super kick that knocks back Fenrir Kaine. Jey runs to the ropes, and Jey connects with a spear on Fenrir Kaine!! Jey Uso goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]

JR-It looks like Jey might attempt to end this.

King-Shut up JR!

Kris Gaffney-Kings a Fenrir fan?

[Jey jumps off of the top rope, and he goes for the Uso splash but Fenrir moves out of the way. Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine lifts up Jey, and he drops him with the Eclipse Driver on Jey Uso. Fenrir Kaine hooks Jey into a pin. The ref goes itno position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]

JR-Fenrir Kaine gets the victory.

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 ability is going to be a big factor in this match.

King-It can help him.

Kris Gaffney-However, that’s assuming he doesn’t get caught.

The arena is plunged into eerie darkness. A single spotlight beams down on the entrance stage, revealing an enormous 20-sided die (D20), its numbers glowing with arcane energy. The haunting opening chords of “Binks’ Sake” start to play, gentle and mysterious, the crowd immediately clapping along.
Suddenly, on the massive LED screen, a colossal animated dragon bursts forth—its scales shimmering violet and gold. It coils and roars, unleashing a torrent of digital flame straight down the ramp. As the fire rushes forward, spotlights follow, making it seem as if the very ramp itself is set ablaze, leading to the ring.
At that moment, from beneath the stage, a ring of real flames erupts. Rising through the fire, guitar in hand and bathed in flickering orange and purple light, stands The Dungeon Master. He strikes a rockstar pose, head thrown back, hair wild, the guitar gleaming across his chest. The arena explodes with cheers.
He launches into a flamboyant air guitar solo, strutting to the music, every step in sync with the rolling animation of the D20, which now tumbles down the ramp in perfect time with his movement—projected to look as if it’s rolling just ahead of him, leading the way to destiny.
Each of his steps triggers a cascade of lighting effects—arcane runes illuminate underfoot, bursts of fireworks erupt from the ramp, and shooting flames flare on either side. He spins and dances, encouraging the crowd to join in, then leaps onto the ring apron, pausing to soak in the roaring energy of the fans.
With a grand flourish, he vaults into the ring, landing center stage in an epic rockstar stance. He rips a final, thunderous strum on his guitar—at that precise moment, golden sparks rain down from the rafters, surrounding him in a shimmering storm, as purple and gold spotlights swirl around the ring.
As the music fades, the dragon on the screen loops and lands atop a mountain of dice, bellowing one last time as flames curl around the frame.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring… hailing from the Astral Plane… but Louder! Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds… he is the BARD of BRUTALITY… the MASTER of MAYHEM… THE DUNGEON MASTER!
The Dungeon Master drops to one knee, raises his guitar like a legendary sword, and flashes a wild, infectious grin as the crowd erupts—his legend already unfolding before the match has even begun.

JR-The Dungeon Master has been difficult to defeat.

King-If he was, I’m certain he’d have a song about it.

[Sythe and the Dungeon Master pace around the ring, and they lock up, the Dungeon Master puts Sythe into a side head lock. The Dungeon Master holds on the pressure on Sythe. The Dungeon Master gets pushed back, and Sythe whips him off of the ropes. Sythe goes for a kick to the head, but it’s ducks under the Dungeon Master connects with a palm strikes and spinning chops. The Dungeon Master ducks under a wild fist to the face by Sythe, and the Dungeon Master connects with a super kick to complete the Nat 20 Combo!! The Dungeon Mastr goes itno the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by Sythe. The Dungeon Master connects with a few stomps on the downed Sythe.]

JR-Sythe was able to kick out.

King-Guess The Dungeon Master is going to have to reroll the dice.

Kris Gaffney-Maybe so.

[Sythe is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. The Dungeon Master picks up Sythe, and Sythe is able to slide out of the back. Sythe connects with a sit down jaw breaker that knocks him backwards. Sythe is slow to get up to his feet, and once he runs towards the Dungeon Master. Sythe is able to counter with a drop toe hold that sends the Dungeon Master throat first into the mat. Sythe is slow to get up to his feet, and he falls into the corner. The Dungeon Master runs towards Sythe, and Sythe connects with a boot to the face that stuns The Dungeon Master, and he pulls him up to the second rope. Sythe drops the Dungeon Master with a tornado DDT into the mat. Sythe goes into the cover on the Dungeon Master. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by The Dungeon Master. Sythe connects with a body slam, and he climbs up to the top rope.]

JR-Sythe might be looking to end this.

King-This would be big if he hit the second rope fist drop.

Kris Gaffney-You are really hoping for that fist drop….

[Sythe goes for the Sythenator on the Dungeon Master. Dungeon Master moves out of the way. Sythe crashes into the mat. The Dungeon Master lifts up the Sythe, and he drops Sythe with a Critical Shot! The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………..3!!]

JR-The Dungeon Master saw an opening, and he got the victory.

(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage

JR-The fist pump vs the KO Punch

King-I hope that’s not the match, my money is on the KO punch.

Kris Gaffney-I think JR is saying the fist pump represents Zack Ryder, KO punch represents Little Mac.

King-Oh….less a sure bet.

The arena dims—clean and sharp. No theatrics. Just focus. Then—
“Return of the Mac” hits with that unmistakable groove.
The bass kicks in. The crowd pops.
They know what time it is.
Little Mac steps through the curtain.
He’s wearing a sleeveless hoodie—unzipped, hood down—his hands wrapped tight in black tape, knuckles calloused and exposed.
He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing lightly, eyes sharp, focused. He’s not playing to the crowd—he’s staying loose, staying ready.
Behind him, cool and steady, is Doc Louis, gum in his mouth, towel over one shoulder, nodding like he’s seen this win already.
Mac moves with confidence. Controlled swagger.
Taps his fists together as he walks.
No flash. No posturing. Just presence.
The strobe lights hit light gold and white as the beat pulses, but never overwhelm—because Mac’s energy doesn’t need dressing up.
The fans reach out—he slaps a few hands, nods to others, but he never stops moving. His rhythm is the beat of the ring.
He slides into the ring clean and low, pops up in one fluid motion, and immediately circles the ropes once—keeping his hands moving.
A short jab. A sidestep.
Always working. Always tuned in.
He hits the corner turnbuckle, hops up to the second rope, and raises one wrapped fist in the air—no grin, no posing. Just a statement:
“You’re stepping into my fight now.”
Samantha Irvin fires off with intensity:
"Making his way to the ring… accompanied by Doc Louis… from the Bronx, New York… weighing in at 200 pounds… he is THE PRIZE FIGHTER… LITTLLLLLLLEEEEE MAC!"
Mac drops down, rolls his shoulders, paces back to his corner. Doc gives him a nod, mutters something low.
Mac taps his fists together, leans into the ropes, and eyes his opponent like a sniper finding range.
He doesn’t flex.
He doesn’t scream.
He fights.
And you’d better pray your chin holds up.

JR-Little Mac striking ability is something Zack Ryder needs to watch out for.

King-Hopefully Zack Ryder practice punch out…timing is important.

Kris Gaffney-Definitely.

[Zack Ryder fist pumps, Little Mac puts his fists up. Zack Ryder gets confused, and Little Mac connects with a jabs to the face, and he backs up Zack Ryder to the ropes, and he bounces off of the roeps, and he connects with a liver punch to the gut that doubles over Zack Ryder. Little Mac runs otwards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a reverse neck breaker. Zack Ryder hits itno the mat. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, and Little Mac kicks Zack Ryder, and he drops him with a double arm DDT into the mat. Little Mac 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-Little Mac attempted to end the match quickly, but Zack Ryder was not going to let it end that quickly.

King-Little Mac’s punches are deadly however, he can end it that quickly.

Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that Zack Ryder has already noticed that.

[Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, and Little Mac goes for the KO punch, but Zack Ryder ducks under Little Mac turns around. Zack Ryder connects with a inverted atomic drop. Little Mac is in pain. Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline that puts down Little Mac. Little Mac is slow to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Zack Ryder whips Little Mac to the ropes, and Zack Ryder lowers his head, Zack Ryder connects with a back body drop that sends Little Mac flying, and he crashes down on the mat. Little Mac gets up to his feet. Little Mac aflls into the corner. Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder backs up, Little Mac falls into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, he fists pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with the broski boot to the side of the face.]

JR-Zack Ryder is gaining momentum.

King-Always a good side in professional wrestling.

Kris Gaffney-If I was in this situation, I’d just slap myself…maybe that’ll help things.

[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but Little Mac ducks under. Zack Ryder turns around into the KO Punch. Zack Ryder goes down. Little Mac goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]

JR-Zack Ryder tried to end it, but Little Mac was able to avoid the Rough Ryder and got 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 chaos made him a feared Extreme Champion.

King-Zack Ryder doesn’t fear him…mostly because he doesn’t recognize the Extreme Championship, but the Elite championship.

Kris Gaffney-Interesting loop hole…

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[As the unmistakable opening notes of "Money" by Pink Floyd begin to ecFho through the arena, a grandiose display of gold and green laser lights crisscrosses the space, creating an atmosphere of opulence and exclusivity. The entire arena is bathed in a luxurious glow, mimicking the sheen of gold.

The titantron springs to life, showcasing a dazzling montage of Hollywood's most glamorous moments: red carpets, flashing camera lights, and premiere nights, all leading up to the marquee name, "Austin Jameson Mercer," emblazoned across the screen in bold, shimmering letters.

Simultaneously, the entrance ramp transforms into a visual spectacle, resembling a premiere night red carpet. A line of spotlight-equipped drones flies overhead, casting down beams of light that spotlight the path, while confetti cannons strategically positioned at the sides of the ramp blast gold and silver confetti, fluttering down like a cascade of wealth.

Then, with a flair that only he can muster, "Hollywood" Austin Jameson Mercer steps out, clad in a custom-tailored robe that sparkles under the lights, his confident stride in sync with the rhythm of the song. He pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the adulation, a smirk playing across his lips as he surveys his domain.]

Beautiful female announcer: "Making his grand entrance from Beverly Hills, California, standing at six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds... He is the blockbuster sensation of the wrestling world, the “Pretty Boy”, 'Hollywood' Austin Jameson Mercer!"

[Austin then makes his way down the ramp, each step calculated to maximize the dramatic effect of his presence. Personal security guards, dressed in sleek suits, flank him, adding to the aura of untouchable celebrity status. He occasionally stops to pose for the "cameras," his every move oozing the charisma and confidence of a true movie star.

Upon reaching ringside, Austin takes a moment to gaze out at the crowd, offering a cocky wave before he discards his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath, adorned with gold trim that catches the light perfectly. He ascends the stairs and steps through the ropes with an air of entitlement, as if the ring were his personal stage.

The music fades, the lights gradually return to normal, and the confetti settles, leaving Austin Jameson Mercer standing center-ring. He stretches out his arms, welcoming the audience to his show, a smug smile on his face, ready to prove once again why he is the premier attraction, as the arena buzzes with anticipation for the spectacle to come.]

JR-Austin Jameson Mercer is a former world champion, but has taken it to a new level by accepting the Maledictum.

King-What do you think Ziggy Thickness is thinking.

Kris Gaffney-Don’t know.

[Austin Jameson and Jack Lynch pace around the ring, they lock up. Jack Lynch puts Austin Jameson Mercer into an arm bar. Austin Jameson Mercer pushes Jack Lynch to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jack Lynch connects with a running shoulder block that puts down Austin Jameson Mercer. Austin Jameson Mercer gets up to his feet. Jack Lynch takes him down with a double leg take down,and he connects with a catapault that sends him flying into the top turnbuckle. Austin Jameson Mercer stumbles around, and Jack Lynch connects with the Pademonium kick that drops Austin Jameson Mercer. Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………KICK OUT by Austin Jameson Mercer!!]

JR-Austin Jameson Mercer kicked out!!

King-The Maledictum made him stronger, he’s going on another level like never before.

Kris Gaffney-Not good for his opponents.

[Jack Lynch picks up Austin Jameson Mercer as he gets up to his feet. But before Jack Lynch can hit the Pandemonium Driver, Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a few elbows to the side of the head. Jack Lynch stumbles backwards, Austin Jameson Mercer measures up, and he connects with the Red Carpet that sends Jack Lynch out of the ring, Austin Jameson Mercer takes a few moments to rest up, Austin Jameson Mercer kicks Jack Lynch as he attempts to get into the ring, and he connects with a elevated swinging neck breaker. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with the world premiere with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2……….KICK OUT by Jack Lynch. Austin Jameson Mercer picks up Jack Lynch, and he drops him with a body slam. Austin Jameson Mercer goes to the outside of the ring.]

JR-Austin Jameson Mercer might not have gotten the pin there, but he seems to be looking to end this.

King-Shut up JR!

[Austin Jameson Mercer jumps off, and he connects with the Final Cut on Jack Lynch. Austin Jameson Mercer goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2………..3!!]

JR-Jack Lynch tried to end this early, but it left an opening that would lead to his downfall.

King-that’s chaos for you.

(Animal sounds echo the arena when the lights go black. The lights turn on green and an image of a giant alligator moves up the ramp, when it gets to the top it bites down, fireworks shoot from the sage and from up in the rafters comes sliding Aari Maxwell comes sliding down. Once close enough he unclips himself, lands in the ring, rolls, jumps up ontop of the ring post and shouts "CRIKEY!" To the fans with his arms out. He jumps, springs off of the rope and does a backflip landing on his feet. Aari "The Zoo Keeper, slides into his corner, bends down wrapping his arms around the ropes with his back on the post smiling as he waits for the match to begin.)

JR-Aari Maxwell played a big role in Azar Vulcan losing the World Championship.

Kris Gaffney-Although, I’m not sure that’s how he drew it up, but he probably doesn’t regret it.

King-Azar will make him regret it!

[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 on a tear since losing the World Championship.

Kris Gaffney-In fact he’s been looking to get revenge on Aari for a while.

King-If I had a man who’s already better than everyone else after me I’d let him have his revenge….feels that’d waste less time.

[Azar Vulcan runs at Aari Maxwell and he connects with a cheap shot, he clubs away at Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell starts to fire back connecting with fists to the face, but Azar Vulcan is able to stop the momentum with an eye rake that stops the momentum, and he Azar Vulcan hits a few fists to the face, and he whips Aari Maxwell to the ropes, and Azar Vulcan connects with a one man flap jack after Aari bounces off of the ropes. Aari Maxwell gets up to his feet. Azar Vulcan hits a brain buster after setting him up. Azar Vulcan runs towards the ropes, and he jumps on the second rope, and he connects with a spring board moonsault on Aari Maxwell. Azar Vulcan doesn’t go into the cover on Aari Maxwell. Azar Vulcan connects with few fists to the face the ref is arguing with Azar.]

JR-This is the aggressive side of Azar we have seen since he lost the world championship.

King-He can do that, because of how much better he is than everyone else.

Kris Gaffney-Sounds like a perk….

[Aari Maxwell is slow ot get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Azar Vulcan goes for the Money Maker, but it’s ducked under by Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell connects with a sit down jaw breaker. Aari Maxwell is able to get up, and falls into the ropes, and he takes a few moments to recover. Azar Vulcan runs at him, but Aari Maxwell is able to counter with a drop toe hold that sends Azar throat first into the second rope. Aari Maxwell goes into the corner, and he pulls himself up to the second rope, and he connects with a swinging DDT on Azar Vulcan. Azar dazed gets up, and Aari Maxwell connects with a spring board cutter. Aari goes into the cover on Azar, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………2……KICK OUT by Azar!! Aari Maxwell picks up Azar then drops him with a body slam. Aari goes to the outside and climbs up to the top rope.]

JR-Aari Maxwell looks to finish off this match.

King-He can’t do this!

Kris Gaffney-I think he’s doing it even still.

[Aari Maxwell jumps off, and he goes for My Kingdom, but Azar moves out of the way, but Aari lands on his feet, Azar is able to push Aari forward towards the ref, Aari stops himself from going into the ref, but Azar uses this to hit a low blow that isn’t seen by the ref. Azar Vulcan connects with the Money Maker on Aari Maxwell. Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………3!!]

JR-Damn it!!

King-What? I see nothing wrong….neither did the ref!

(Azar Vulcan hits a few stomps on the downed Aari Maxwell as Shockwave goes off the air.)