(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up in the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage, the lights turn on. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd who are yelling and waving their signs. The camera zooms out to display the location information. 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 Saturday Shockwave, I’m good ol JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-We are headlined by Lugus Cuhullin facing off against Jackson Gunner in a preview of their match for the tag team titles.
Kris Gaffney-Their tag team partners will be on the outside.
JR-Let’s get started with the opening match of the night.
(“the duck song” blasts on the PA system. Kenny Omegrape and Shinsuke Nakamango are on horseback they hit into the ring, and get thrown itno the ring. Kenny and Shinsuke get thrown into the ring.)
JR-That…still is unproductive.
King-That’s because the Melon Gods work in ways if you tried to figure it out your mind would explode JR.
Kris Gaffney-Sounds like a mess.
The lights cut completely—
BOOM.
A harsh, red strobe light slashes through the dark as the opening beat of “Livid” (Scarlxrd x NF x Hopsin) hits like a car crash.
No countdown. No warning.
Just pure, unapologetic violence in audio form.
The screen glitches violently with distorted flashes of Luca’s face—twisted, screaming, laughing. Static-laced clips of limb-snapping submissions, steel chair shots, and blood-covered snarls flicker behind the noise.
And then—he explodes through the curtain.
Mad Dog Luca Bellarosa bursts onto the stage like he was shot out of a fucking cannon.
No rhythm, no choreography. He’s stomping, shouting, pacing back and forth like a beast trying to decide whether to sprint to the ring or tear the ramp apart with his bare hands.
He’s shirtless. Sweat already dripping. Taped fists. Baggy black pants tucked into unlaced boots. Gold chain bouncing off his chest like it’s trying to escape the madness.
His eyes are wild.
His mouth is moving—talking to himself, barking at the crowd, yelling at no one.
He doesn’t pose. He doesn’t smile.
He storms.
Down the ramp, he points at fans, flips off a camera, laughs manically.
Sometimes he drops to all fours and slams the ground.
Other times he throws punches at nothing just to stay warm.
Samantha Irvin’s voice cracks over the chaos:
"Introducing… from the streets of Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 225 pounds… he is the MAD DOG… LUCAAAA… BELLAROSAAAA!"
He dives under the bottom rope, scrambles across the ring like a spider, then slams himself chest-first into the turnbuckles. Once. Twice. Turns. Roars.
He jumps onto the middle rope, howls like an animal to the crowd, then drops down and paces the ring like it’s too small to hold him.
There’s no composure. No calm. Just a storm in a human shape.
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 and Luca Bellarosa both bring unique abilities.
King-Plus they get good outside advice.
Kris Gaffney-Still trying to join Club Nintendo.
[Shinsuke Nakamango and Little Mac pace around the ring, and Little Mac throws a punch, and Shinsuke Nakamango runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac connects with an arm drag that sends SHinsuke Nakamango flying, he gets up to his feet. Little Mac kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up. Little Mac runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a running knee to the face, and he follows up with a reverse neck breaker. Little Mac makes the tag to Luca Bellarosa who connects with a senton, and he goes into the cover on Shinsuke Nakamango. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2………KICK OUT by Shinsuke Nakamango.]
JR-Shinsuke Nakamango was able to kick out.
King-He just needs fruit.
Kris Gaffney-Wished it was that easy in my career….
[Shinsuke Nakamango gets picked up by Luca Bellarosa, and he lifts him up over. Shinsuke Nakamango connects with a kick to the side of the head, and he makes the tag to Kenny Omegrape, and Kenny Omegrape comes into the ring, and he knocks down Luca Bellarosa with a running clothesline that knocks down Luca. Kenny Oemgrape connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and he attempts to whip, but it’s reversed by Luca. Kenny Omegrape bounces off of the ropes. Luca Bellarosa lowers his head, and Kenny counters with a swinging neck breaker that puts him down on the mat. Kenny Omegrape gets up, and he connects with a running knee to the face. Kenny Omegrape makes the tag to Shinsuke Nakamango and he gsteps inside of the ring dropping an elbow. Shinsuke goes into the cover on Luca, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Luca Bellarosa!!]
JR-Almost three.
King-Clearly the plan of the Melon Gods are seen right now.
Kris Gaffney-Isn’t they always?
King-I guess…the Melon Gods made you say that!
[Shinsuke Nakamango gets ready, and he goes for a kick to the face of Luca, and Luca ducks under, and he pushes him Shinsuke hits into Kenny Omegrape. Kenny falls off the apron. Luca makes the tag to Litlte Mac. Shinsuke is dazed after hitting into Kenny, Little Mac connects with the KO punch!! Little Mac goes into the cover on Shinsuke. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-Little Mac wins this match for his team.
(“Feel my body” blasts on the PA system. Brie gets wheeled to the ring like she’s Hannibal Lector. She’s let into the ring.)
JR-Brie Bella is making a rare appearance.
King-Well it was difficult to clear Brie to fight.
Kris Gaffney-What a Lethal Weapon….
(“stars in the sky” blasts on the PA system. Paige walks out on the stage, she walks down to the ring, she yells on the apron, she steps inside of the ring.)
King-Paige here.
Kris Gaffney-Has she actually said that?
King-No idea…other than it’s a meme.
[Brie Bella and Paige pace of the ring, Brie flexes her leg and her boot and it goes flying and there are various cartoon sounds expressing extreme pain. Brie gets her boot and puts it back on. Paige connects with a few fists to the face that knocks Brie Bella backwards, and Brie throws a wild fist to the face, and Paige connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down Brie Bella. Brie Bella stumbles into the corner, and Paige connects with a clothesline in the corner, and Brie Bella stumbles out of the corner. Paige connects with the Paige turner on Brie. Paige goes into the cove ron Brie. The ref counts 1……….2……..KICK OUT By Brie Bella.]
JR-Not sure what’s going on with that fan.
King-Think we’ll be sued.
Kris Gaffney-Na…that’s an act of god.
[Brie Bella gets picked up, Paige lifts her up, but at the last moment. Brie Bella slides out of the back, and she connects with a kick to the gut. Brie Bella sit down face buster that puts down on mat. Paige and Brie Bella are slow to get up to their feet. Paige gets hit with a kick to the gut, and he plants her down with a DDT. Brie goes to the outside of the ring, and she climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Brie looks to be taking a chance.
King-I can’t imagine this working for nobody.
Kris Gaffney-um…duck?
[Brie tries to jump off of the top rope, but she breaks the turnbuckle the turnbuckle goes into the EMF tron and it breaks. Brie says um, Brie throws a wild fist to the face, Paige picks up Brie and she connects with the Ram-Paige! Paige goes into the cover on Brie. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………….3!!]
JR-Paige wins.
JR-Billy Breeze is looking facing off against a very dangerous opponent.
King-We’ll see how Billy Breeze deals with that.
Kris Gaffney-I think Zack Ryder faced the non shadow version, and he never forgot.
(“Archaos theme” blasts on the PA system. Archaos walks out on the stage, down the ramp, and into the ring.)
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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.]
JR-Archaos has been very brutal.
King-He knows he has to watch out for Billy Breeze’s fists here.
[Billy Breeze and Archaos Angels stare down, and Billy Breeze and Archaos Angels throw fists to the face. Neither wrestlers are backing down, and Billy Breeze ducks under, and Billy Breeze runs otwrds the ropes. Billy Breeze jumps in the air, and he connects with a flying shoulder block that puts down Archaos Angels down on the mat. Archaos Angels is slow to getup to his feet, Billy Breeze hooks Archaos Angels. Billy Breeze connects with a t-bone suplex. Archaos Angels is slow to get up to his feet. Billy Breeze connects with a Harlem Hook on Archaos Angels. Billy Breeze 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-Billy Breeze almost got the three count there.
King-Wonder if it played out that like in the video games?
Kris Gaffney-Hope so.
[Archaos Angels is put into a chin lock. Billy Breeze holds on the pressure, Archaos Angels connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down Billy Breeze. Both wreslers are down on the mat, and once they get up to their feet. Archaos Angels kicks Billy Breeze to the side of his head.]
JR-Archaos Angels was able to turn this match around.
King-Watch out, Archaos doesn’t act like any video game!
Kris Gaffney-Or he could…these games these days are VERY detailed.
[Archaos Angels hooks Billy Breeze for his finisher, but Billy Breeze is able to slip behind, and he hooks on the Spectors Grip. Billy Breeze brings down Archaos. Archaos taps out. Billy Breeze wins via submission!!]
JR-Billy Breeze wins!
(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 normally is used to be able to over powered wrestlers this will be a different experience.
King-Fenrir Kaine is a different type of athlete, so we’ll see what happens.
Kris Gaffney-It’s true he has more than power to rely on.
The arena lights dim, plunging the space into an anticipatory darkness. A hushed silence falls over the crowd, broken only by the distant sound of thunder. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Medieval Viking Music - For Honor (Ft. Peyton Parrish)" resonate through the speakers, their haunting melody echoing in the vastness of the arena.
As the music swells, the titantron flickers to life, displaying a mist-covered Nordic landscape. Towering mountains and dense, shadowy forests under a twilight sky fill the screen, creating an atmosphere of ancient, rugged wilderness.
Amidst this mystical backdrop, scenes of Viking lore begin to unfold on the titantron. Images of longships sailing through stormy seas, warriors brandishing shields and axes, and ethereal figures of Valkyries descending from the heavens captivate the audience, weaving a tale of epic battles and Norse mythology.
A deep, bellowing horn sounds, reminiscent of a Gjallarhorn, heralding the approach of a warrior. The crowd stirs with excitement as a lone figure emerges from the backstage, his silhouette imposing and powerful.
Ragnar Ayerswindale steps into the light, his figure colossal and commanding. He stands for a moment at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena with a calm, unyielding gaze. His attire, a fusion of traditional Viking elements and modern combat gear, complements his muscular build, and Norse runes glint on his gear under the arena lights.
As he begins his descent down the ramp, the music intensifies. The titantron shows images of thunderous battles juxtaposed with serene, majestic landscapes of the Nordic fjords, symbolizing the duality of Ragnar's nature – both a fierce warrior and a stoic guardian of ancient traditions.
Ragnar's movements are deliberate and measured, exuding confidence and a sense of purpose. He occasionally pauses to make eye contact with fans, his expression unchanging, an embodiment of the calm before the storm.
Reaching the ring, Ragnar ascends the steel steps with ease. He stands on the apron for a moment, closing his eyes as if to draw strength from the gods themselves. Then, with a swift and fluid motion, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring.
The music reaches a crescendo, and Ragnar raises his arms, acknowledging the crowd and the arena. The Norse imagery on the titantron gives way to a single, ancient rune, glowing brightly as if imbued with mystical power.
As the music fades and the lights return to normal, Ragnar begins his pre-match ritual, a silent nod to the Viking warriors of old. The arena buzzes with anticipation, the presence of this modern-day Viking leaving an indelible mark on all who witness his entrance.
JR-Ragnar power moves have won him many matches.
King-He also can technical wrestle.
Kris Gaffney-The Midgard Serpent Lock, the snake that you can’t trust!
King-There will be a lot of MCU references this match, won’t there be?
[Fenrir Kaine and Ragnar Ayerswindale stare down each other, Fenrir Kaine and Ragnar Ayerswindale throw fists to the face, Fenrir Kaine is able to duck under one of the fists, and he connects with a super kick that knocks back Ragnar Ayerswindale to the ropes he falls against the ropes, and he stumbles back. Fenrir Kaine connects with a pop up saoman drop on Ragnar Ayerswindale!! Fenrir Kaine gets up to his feet, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a splash on Ragnar. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Ragnar. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2………KICK OUT by Ragnar Ayerswindale!!]
JR-Almost three there by Fenrir Kaine.
King-The Melon Gods would have given Fenrir a better plan….
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain that’s how he’s looking at it.
[Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, and he waits for Ragnar Ayerswindale to getu p to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale pushes him towards the ropes, Fenrir Kaine bounces off of the ropes, an Ragnar connects with a spine buster!! Fenrir Kaine is down on the mat, and Ragnar connects with a few stomps on the downed Fenrir Kaine. Ragnar sets up Fenrir Kaine, and he connects with the runestone power bomb!! Ragnar Ayerswindale 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 got hit with big power moves, but was able to weather the storm.
King-Thinking that Ragnar is thinking he’s worthy?
Kris Gaffney-What does he look like? The God of hammers?
[Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the corner, and he motions for Fenrir Kaine to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale runs out of the corner, but Fenrir Kaine counters with a kick to the face, and Ragnar stumbles around. Fenrir Kaine lifts up Ragnar, and he drops him with the Eclipse Driver on Ragnar Ayerswindale!! Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Ragnar. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]
JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale tried to finish it but Fenrir Kaine turned it to his favor and got the victory.
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 looking to take on a big challenge.
King-Certainly there will be a song about this.
Kris Gaffney- Although, we do hope to hear the math about it….one day.
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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 abilities have shown he can come up in the big moments.
King-This is one of them.
[The Dungeon Master and Patrick Payne lock up. Patrick Payne puts the Dungeon Master puts him on an arm bar. The Dungeon Master looks for a way out of the hold, and he pushes him towards the ropes. Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne goes for a clothesline, the Dungeon Master ducks under. Patrick Payne turns around. The Dungeon Master connects with palm strikes, then spinning chops. Patrick Payne goes for a fist, and the Dungeon Master ducks under, and the Dungeon Master ducks under, and he drops Patrick Payne with the super kick to complete the Nat 20 combo!]
JR-The Dungeon Master completes the Nat 20 Combo!
King-People need to stop giving The Dungeon Master the chance to hit the super kick.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe it’s like powerbombing Billy Kidman, you have to do it.
[Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. The Dungeon Master puts on his shoulders, but Patrick Payne is able to slide out of the back. Patrick Payne pushes the Dungeon Master to the roeps, and he bounces off of the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes, and the Dungeon Master gets connected with a falling front spine buster. The Dungeon Master rolls into the corner, and he is slow to get up to his feet. Patrick Payne connects with a splash in the corner. The Dungeon Master stumbles out of the corner, and Patrick Payne connects with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes to the top rope, he connects with the flight risk. Patrick Payne 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!!]
JR-Patrick Payne is pushing the advantage.
King-He’s bringing the pain.
Kris Gaffney-Or the Payne…
King-If it’s not in text people don’t hear the difference…
[Patrick Payne kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, but the Dungeon Master counters lifting up Patrick Payne and he connects with the Critical Hit! Patrick Payne seems out of it. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-Patrick Payne got countered and the Dungoen Master got the victory.
(Lights out, crowd waits in anticipation and then erupt in both boos and cheers for The Irish God when green smoke fills the dark arena and a spotlight shines at the top of the ramp, all when Sinéad O'Connor & The Chieftains - The Foggy Dew plays throughout the arena. From the back, arms out and swinging cockily comes walking the Irish God, Lugus Cuhullin. He stops atop the ramp with his hands by his side and face looking to the ground and he raises his fists slowly making an X above his head. The Irish God slams his fists down and fireworks shoot from the ramp and lights flash green as The Irish God does quick shadowboxing with each strike fireworks shooting from the stage. He looks to the ring with his cocky smile.)
JR-Lugus Cuhullin will be representing his team.
King-Good choice, I mean he’s a god!
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 will be the representive for his team.
King-Well…I agree with the choice, Tony’s old.
Kris Gaffney-I don’t know….God vs. someone who doesn’t die….interesting match.
King-I’m starting to have my doubts now…
[Tony Ikeda and Gunner talk over strategy, as does Victor Thorn and Lugus. Tony and Victor goes to the outside of the ring. Lugus Cuhullin comes out strong with a head butt to the face, and Jackson Gunner stumbles backwards. Lugus Cuhullin connects with one, two European upper cuts. Lugus CUhullin whips Jackson Gunner to the ropes, and Lugus Cuhullin connects with one man flap jack Jackson Gunner is lsow to get up to his feet. Lugus Cuhullin connects with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head that turns around Jackson Gunner. Lugus Cuhullin connects with a german suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!!]
JR-With his physical fighting skill, Lugus has taken control of this match in the early going.
King-Well he’s an Irish God!
Kris Gaffney-Yes, he is…
[Jackson Gunner is slow to get up to his feet, Lugus goes for the Baptism, but Jackson Gunner ducks under, an dhe connects with a release german suplex. Jackson Gunner takes a few moments to rest up, and he ducks under a wild fist, and Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Jackson Gunner attempts to whip Lugus Cuhullin, but it’s reversed by Lugus Cuhullin. Lugus lowers his head, but Jacskon Gunner connects with a running DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner doesn’t go for the pin.]
JR-Jackson Gunner looking to end this match.
King-We’ll see how that works for him.
[Jackson Gunner waits for Lugus Cuhullin to get up to his feet, and he picks up Lugus Cuhullin, and he drops him with the Burning Samaon. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Lugus Cuhullin. The ref counts 1…………2………3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner gets the victory!
King-You can’t treat the Irish God like that!
(Jackson Gunner and Tony Ikeda face off against their future contenders as Lugus recovers as Shockwave goes off the air.)
