The EMF Forum

(Copyright information flashes on the screen. We go into a highlight screen as we get shots of the tag team reign of Jackson Gunner and Tony Ikeda. We transition to highlights of the competitors. We go into an introduction screen welcoming us to Dark Horizon 2026. The lights are turned out. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on. Fans wave their signs, and yell. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)

JR-Welcome to the 2026 Dark Horizon. I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.

King-Tonight the tag team titles are on the line as a combation of the Maledictum, and the Amgios tag on Jackson Gunner and Tony Ikeda.

Kris Gaffney-There is always danger in this sort of match for the champions, not only because they don’t have to be pinned, but no one has to be pinned.

King-Its harder than it looks, ask Jack Swagger.

JR-Let’s get started with the first match.

[Lights throughout the arena dim to near darkness, creating an atmosphere of suspense and anticipation. Suddenly, the sound of ticking clocks and whirring gears fills the air, building a sense of intrigue.]

[The entrance ramp and ring are illuminated with swirling lights that mimic the flow of time - colors shifting rapidly as if moving through different eras. Fog machines generate a thick mist across the ramp, adding to the mystical and otherworldly ambiance.]

[From the back emerges "Temporal" Travis Vortex, adorned in his eclectic time-traveler’s gear, with his crucial timepiece prominently displayed. He moves with a confident swagger, occasionally pausing as if momentarily disoriented or lost in time, adding to his eccentric character.]

[As the theme song "Time Has Come Today" by The Chambers Brothers plays, Travis interacts with the audience, sometimes pointing at his watch and gesturing wildly as if explaining a complex theory or a fragment of his latest adventure. His nephew, "Chrono" Charlie Quantum, follows, carrying the precious timepiece and trying to ensure Travis stays on track.]

Beautiful female announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the enigma of eras, standing at 6’1” and weighing 210 pounds, the master of temporal tides... Temporal Travis Vortex!"

[Travis makes his way to the ring amidst the vibrant light show, with the fog swirling around him, creating an image of him stepping out of a time portal. Upon reaching the ring, he takes a moment to theatrically adjust his imaginary wristwatch, then leaps onto the apron and over the ropes with agility.]

[Once in the ring, Travis engages the crowd with charismatic gestures, occasionally slipping into his character's erratic mannerisms, while Charlie Quantum stands by, holding the timepiece and watching with a mix of amusement and concern.]

[The lights gradually stabilize as Travis's music fades, leaving him in the ring, ready to face his opponent in a match that promises to be as unpredictable and entertaining as his entrance.]

JR-Travis Vortex has been champion before.

King-It’s a bit different than the Extreme division.

Kris Gaffney-If Zack Ryder holds it become even more different, more elite…

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 that he has to watch out for the unexpected.

King-Unexpected for him, but not so much for Travis.

Kris Gaffney I blame time machines

[Jackson Gunner and Travis Vortex pace around the ring, they lock up. Jackson Gunner takes down Travis Vortex. Jackson Gunner connects with an firemans carry, and Travis Vortex gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner ducks under a wild fist, and he connects with a belly to back suplex that puts him down on the mat. Once he is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, he falls into the corner. Jackson Gunner connects with a jumping clothesline. Travis Vortex stumbles out of the corner, and Travis Vortex throws a wild fist, and Jackson Gunner connects with a german suplex. Travis Vortex gets dropped with an impaler DDT by Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Travis Vortex. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……….KICK OUT by Travis Vortex!!]

JR-Jackson Gunner is starting out this match quickly.

King-Guess Travis didn’t see that coming.

Kris Gaffney-Sometimes having a time machine is more like art than science, a lot of people don’t get that.

[Travis Vortex is slow to get up to his feet, and Jackson Gunner lifts up Travis, but Travis slides out of the back, Travis Vortex connects with a step up ezuguri that stumbles Jackson Gunner. Travis Vortex conneects with a few forearm shots to the face, and he attempts to whip him to the ropes, and does. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes. Travis Vortex connects with a hip toss that puts down Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner is in a kneeling position. Travis Vortex connects with a time twist sending Jackson Gunner flying. Jackson Gunner is slow to get up to his feet. Travis Vortex hits a kick to the gut, and he plants down Jackson Gunner with a sitdown face buster. Travis Vortex goes into the cover on Jackson Gunner. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……..KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner.]

JR-Jackson Gunner might be in trouble here.

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

[Jackson Gunner is slow to get up to his feet, and Travis Vortex lifts up Jackson connects with a few elbows to the side of the head. Jackson Gunner slides down, Jackson Gunner lifts up Travis Vortex. Jackson Gunner connects with the Burning Samoan!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Travis Vortex!! The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]

JR-Jackson Gunner had one more counter which made all the difference.

(“The duck song” only Kenny Omegrape only shows up around almost the 2 minute mark after a long no word build up. Kenny Omegrape looks around and thanks the Melon Gods for not giving the people the strength to not know what this is a reference to.)

JR-I feel CM Punk was just insulted…this might be Kenny’s most effective entrance yet.

King-Their all effective JR!

Kris Gaffney-Effective weirding me out…

(“Cult of Personality” blasts on the PA system. CM Punk walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)

JR-CM Punk is in the middle of battle between his friend Tony Ikeda, and the Melon Club.

King-Which is really about fruit.

Kris Gaffney-It’s always about fruit….

King-As it should!

[CM Punk and Kenny Omegrape pace around, they lock up CM Punk puts him into an arm bar. CM Punk holds on the pressure. Kenny Omegrape looks for a way out of the hold. CM Punk gets pushed to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. CM Punk hits a shoulder block, Kenny Omegrape gets up to his feet, and CM Punk hits a spin kick to the gut that doubles him over, and he connects with a swinging neck breaker. Kenny Omegrape rolls into the corner, and CM Punk measures up, and he connects with a knee to the face. CM Punk turns around, and he connects with a bulldog into the mat. CM Punk gets up and he waits for Kenny Omegrape to getup to his feet.]

JR-Kenny looks like he’s going to need to change the momentum soon.

King-It is the will of the Melon Gods.

Kris Gaffney-Ugh…

[CM Punk lifts up Kenny Omegrape, but before he can hit the GTS, Kenny Omegrape counters with a hurricanarana that sends CM Punk flying into the turnbuckle. Kenny Omegrape is slow to get up to his feet. CM Punk runs towards Kenny Omegrape. CM Punk gets hit with a one man flap jack that puts him donw on the mat. Kenny OMegrape takes a few moments to rest. CM Punk is slow to get up to his feet. Kenny Omegrape kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up into a power bomb, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with a power bomb with a stack pin. The ref goes into positon to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……….KICK OUT by CM Punk. Kenny Omegrape, hits a few quick elbows to the downed CM Punk.]

JR-Kenny Omegrape was able to change the course of this match surprisely.

King-I’m not surprised.

Kris Gaffney-I’m not shocked…

[Kenny Omegrape waits for CM Punk to get up to his feet, and he connects with a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a geese lightning on CM Punk. Kenny Omegrape goes into the cover on CM Punk. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………..3!!]

JR-Kenny Omegrape gets the victory!

(“I am greatness” blasts on the PA system. Roman Reigns walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)

JR-Both wrestlers have experience.

King-But only one is the tribal chief

(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 loves chaos, and he’s going to get his fill in this match.

King-That’s for sure.

[Jack Lynch, Roman Reigns, and Sythe stand in the ring. Sythe tries to attack Jack Lynch, but Jack Lynch ducks under, and he pushes him into Roman Reigns. Sythe hits into Roman Reigns, and he falls out of the ring. Sythe tries to go for a jumping clothesline, but Jack Lynch ducks under, and he lifts up Sythe, and he connects with an inverted atomic drop. Sythe is in pain, Jack Lynch backs up, and he connects with the Pandemonium Kick to the face that puts down Sythe!! Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2…………Roman Reigns reaches into the ring, and he breaks up the count.]

JR-Roman Reigns might have saved the match right there.

King-Or not, but he wasn’t going to take the chance.

Kris Gaffney-That is true, better safe than sorry.

[Roman Reigns throws Jack Lynch into the ring steps, and Roman Reigns steps inside of the ring, and he lifts up Sythe, and he connects with a hot shot that sends him flying into the top rope. Roman Reigns waits for Sythe to stumble, and Roman Reigns connects with a super man punch that puts down Sythe. Roman Reigns goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……….KICK OUT by Sythe!! Roman Reigns hits a few mounted fists to the face of Sythe, he gets up, and he goes into the corner.]

JR-It looks like Roman Reigns is looking to end this match.

King-That would be a smart move.

Kris Gaffney-That’s why he’s the tribal chief!

[Roman Reigns runs out of the corner, and he goes for the spear, but it’s countered with a knee to the face. Sythe connects with a reverse neck breaker. Sythe goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]

JR-Sythe looks to end this.

King-That would make a good movie!

[Jack Lynch pushes Sythe off of the top rope. Sythe is slow to getup to his feet, and Jack Lynch lifts him up, and he drops him with the Pandemonium driver!! Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…………3!!]

JR-Jack Lynch gets the victory!

(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 style should be very interesting in this environment.

King-Just I will laugh hard when he crashes and burns.

Kris Gaffney-We expect you to…

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 looks to defend his title against a very dangerous number one contender.

Kris Gaffney-Well he knows how to use nature of animals to his advantage, that’s dangerous.

[Aari Maxwell and the Dungeon Master pace around the ring, they lock up. Aari Maxwell gets pushed back, and the dungeon Master goes for a wild clothesline, Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he leaps in the air, and the Dungeon Master catches him, and he connects with a rib breaker. Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. The Dungeon Master connects with a few palm strikes, and spinning chops. Aari Maxwell goes for a fist to the face, the Dungeon Master, and the Dungeon Master connects with a super kick to complete Nat 20 combo!! The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell!!]

JR-Aari Maxwell is able to kick out!

King-Crikey!!

Kris Gaffney-Not quite how he wanted this match to start.

[Aari Maxwell rolls outo f the ring, and he tries to recover. The Dungeon Master gets a chair, but before he can use it Aari Maxwell kicks it back into the face of the Dungeon Master, the Dungeon Master is dazed, and he throws The Dungeon Master in the ring. Aari Maxwell takes the chair, and he slides it into the ring, and he jabs it in the gut of the Dungeon Master, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a second rope cutter. Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on the Dungeon Master. Aari Maxwell goes itno 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. Aari Maxwell connects with a body slam, and he goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]

King-But then again in the wild you need to wait for your chance.

Kris Gaffney-Bet the Dungeon Master regrets bringing in that chair now.

King-His next song will be about how much he hates steel chairs.

[The Dungeon Master moves out of the way as Aari goes for My Kingdom. Aari crashes on the mat, Aari stumbles up. The Dungeon Master lifts up Aari Maxwell, and he drops him with the Critical shot!! Aari Maxwell is down. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………..3!!]

JR-Aari Maxwell went for it all, but the Dungeon Master was ready.

[div align="center"][video][/bbvideo][/align]

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 knows that he’s facing someone boxing ability will be a challenge to get around.

King-You wouldn’t think that, but ask Ronda Rousey how impressive it is.

Kris Gaffney-True.

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 is going to have to move quickly.

King-And be reminded not to use his stars

Kris Gaffney-Always frustrating….

[Patrick Payne and Little Mac pac around the ring, and Little Mac goes for a wild fist to the face. Patrick Payne runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac goes for a hip toss, but it’s blocked, and he connects with a reverse neck breaker that puts him down on the mat. Little Mac is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne hits a kick to the gut, and he sets up Little Mac, and he connects with a brain buster. Patrick Payne lifts him up, and he connects with a brain buster. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, he climbs up to the top rope. Patrick Payne connects with the brain buster. Patrick Payne climbs up to the otp rope, and he connects with the Flight Risk!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………KICK OUT by Little Mac!!]

JR-Little Mac is was able to kick out at the last moment.

King-Wonder if he used a rapid fire controller to do that.

Kris Gaffney- that helps.

[Little Mac is slow to get up to his feet. Patrick Payne goes for a kick to the gut, but Little Mac is able to catch Patrick Paynes leg, and then Little Mac connects with a hard clothesline that puts down Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet. Little Mac connects with shots to the ribs, and Little Mac whips Patrick Payne to the ropes. Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes, Little Mac connects with a Liver punch. Little Mac runs to the ropes, and he connects with a running knee, and Little Mac connects with a reverse neck breaker. Little Mac goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2……….KICK OUT by Patrick Payne!!]

JR-Patrick Payne was able to kick out at the last moment.

King-The score cards are going to be close JR!

Kris Gaffney-Not boxing King…

[Little Mac gets ready and he goes for the KO Punch. Patrick Payne ducks under, and he kicks Little Mac in the gut. Patrick Payne sets up Little Mac, and he connects with the Payne Per View!! Little Mac seems out of it. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………..3!!]

JR-Patrick found an opening, and got the victory.

The arena is bathed in darkness.
A deep, guttural whispering slithers through the sound system—indecipherable, eerie, and inhuman, as if a thousand damned souls are muttering their final prayers. The air in the arena feels heavy, suffocating, like the presence of something unholy has seeped into reality itself.
Then, the first haunting notes of "Lucifer" by Behemoth rumble through the speakers, low and ominous, like a funeral hymn for the apocalypse. A single, blood-red spotlight flickers onto the stage, revealing a towering, cloaked figure standing in the center—motionless, head lowered, as if awaiting a divine command.
Smoke pours from the ground, swallowing the entrance ramp in thick, swirling shadows. Suddenly—
FOUR PILLARS OF FLAME ERUPT from the stage, casting monstrous shadows across the walls. A deep, droning bell tolls through the arena, and the cloaked figure finally moves.
Samael Dredd slowly lifts his head, revealing his face beneath the hood—painted in cracked, corpse-like war paint, his abyssal eyes devoid of humanity. The red glow from the flames illuminates him like a demon conjured from hell itself.
Ring Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring… from the Void Between Realms… weighing in at 305 pounds… he is The Harbinger of Despair… The Reaper Prophet… The Plagueborn… SAMAEL DREDD!"
The sound of distant, ritualistic chanting grows louder, creeping under the music like a blasphemous sermon. Samael slowly begins his march down the ramp, his long black trench coat flowing behind him like death’s shroud.
As he reaches the ring, flames ignite along the sides of the ramp, flickering and twisting as if alive. The crowd murmurs, some taking a step back as if an unseen force is pressing against them.
Samael stops at the base of the ring, his head tilting slightly as he gazes into the audience, his expression unreadable—empty, void of empathy, only inevitability. He slowly places a hand on the apron, and as he does—
A FINAL SURGE OF FIRE BLASTS FROM THE RING POSTS.
He climbs the steps methodically, wiping his feet on the apron as if cleansing himself before stepping into his unholy altar. Once inside, he kneels in the center of the ring, head bowed, hands outstretched as if praying to an unseen force.
Then—without warning—he snaps his head back and lets out a guttural, echoing breath, his body shaking as if possessed. The lights flicker violently, and then—
DARKNESS.
For a few seconds, there is nothing. Silence. Stillness.
Then, the lights return, and Samael Dredd is standing in the corner, unmoving, his eyes locked on his opponent.
He does not speak. He does not react. He simply waits.
For the suffering to begin.

JR-Samael Dredd was the former IC champion.

King-Tonight he has a chance to get it back.

Kris Gaffney-I think he knows its not going to be easy though

[The arena dims, setting the stage for a dramatic entrance. The opening notes of "KICK BACK" by Kenshi Yonezu fill the space, its energetic and upbeat rhythm instantly gripping the audience. The titantron comes alive with vibrant animations reminiscent of action-packed anime sequences.]

Announcer: "Making his way
to the ring, from London, England, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is 'The Samurai Otaku'... Mansa Carthage!"

[As the music swells, the lights pulse in sync with the beat, casting bright, dynamic colors across the stage. Mansa Carthage bursts onto the scene with an exuberant energy, wearing a fusion of samurai-inspired attire and modern streetwear, complete with symbolic touches from his favorite animes.]

[Mansa moves with a playful yet confident swagger, embodying the larger-than-life characters he admires. He performs exaggerated, anime-style poses and martial arts moves, engaging the crowd and drawing them into his world of fantasy and excitement.]

[As he makes his way down the ramp, the titantron displays iconic scenes from various animes, interspersed with clips of Mansa's own in-ring highlights, showcasing his agility and strength.]

[Upon reaching the ring, Mansa leaps onto the apron with a flourish, pausing to strike a dramatic samurai pose, complete with a mock sword drawing gesture. He then flips over the top rope with acrobatic ease, landing in a superhero landing pose that sends the crowd into a frenzy.]

[With the music reaching its climax, Mansa bounds to each corner of the ring, energetically engaging with the fans, showing off his charismatic and playful side. He then centers himself, closing his eyes for a moment as if channeling the spirit of both anime heroes and samurai warriors, preparing himself mentally and physically for the battle ahead.]

[As the song fades, Mansa opens his eyes, poses, and now focused and ready, his playful demeanor giving way to the serious, disciplined side of a warrior ready for combat.]

JR-Mansa has been able to remain champion through various challengers.

King-Its never easy to keep a championship.

[Mansa Carthage and Samael Dredd lock up, both are extremely strong wrestlers, Mansa Carthage hits a knee lift into the gut, and Mansa Carthage connects with a clubbing blow to the back of Samael Dredd. Samael Dredd stumbles forward, and Mansa Carthage whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage connects with a back breaker. Samael Dredd is in a lot of pain. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he waits for Samael Dredd to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet Mansa Carthage connects with a super man punch that knocks Samael Dredd backwards, and he stumbles back. Mansa Carthage grabs Samael Dredd by the throat, and he lfits him up, and he connects with a double handed choke bomb into a pin. The ref goes into position tom ake the count. The ref counts 1……………2………..KICK OUT by Samael Dredd!!]

JR-Kick out by Samael Dredd!!

King-I’m Dredding what is next.

Kris Gaffney-If you’re a Samael fan, you might need to….

[Samael Dredd is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage lifts him up, but Mansa Carthage is able to slide out of the back. Samael Dredd pushes Mansa Carthage to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Samael Dredd lifts him up, and he connects with a standing spike spine buster. Mansa Carthage is slow to get up to his feet. Samael Dredd connects with a running boot to the face that knocks Mansa Carthage through the roeps, and Samael Dredd takes a few moments to recover. Mansa Carthage tries to get back into the ring, but hes kicked in the face, and he is sets up, and dropped with a Doomsayers Curse on Mansa Carthage!! Samael Dredd takes a few moments to rest up, and he plans his next move.]

JR-With a few big moves, Samael Dredd is able to make a come back.

King-We’ll see how Mansa Carthage reacts.

[Mansa Carthage is slow to get up to his feet, and Samael Dredd lifts up Mansa Carthage, but Mansa Carthage fights out of it. Mansa lifts up Samael Dredd, and he connects with the Dragons Descend!! Mansa holds Dredd into a pin. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]

JR-Mansa Carthage was able to find the final move that put him over the top to defend his championship.