(Copyright information flashes on the screen. We open up to a highlight video with Austin Jameson Mercer, and Patrick Payne gaining their world title shot as Tony Ikeda defends the world championship. We get one more shot of the three staring down each other. An introduction screen that welcomes us to Survival of the Fittest 2026. We open up the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on. 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 edition of Survival of the Fittest. I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “The King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight Tony Ikeda is going to put the world championship against Patrick Payne, and Austin Jameson Mercer.
Kris Gaffney-Both former world champions, and both looking to be champion again.
JR-Lets get started with the first match of the night
(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 is a former Extreme Champion.
King-Did he ever consider the Elite championship.
Kris Gaffney-Not sure if Zack Ryder, or Lee Foster approve.
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, 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 has defended it against various opponents.
King-Fenrir Kaine has a unique abilities.
Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure.
[Jackson Gunner and Fenrir Kaine pace around the ring. Fenrir Kaine goes for a super kick, but Jackson Gunner ducks under, and he connects with a belly to back suplex that puts down Fenrir Kaine. Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face after Fenrir Kaine gets up to his feet, Fenrir throws a fist to the face, but he ducks under. Jackson Gunner hooks Fenrir Kaine, and he connects with a release german suplex. Jackson Gunner waits for Fenrir Kaine to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner connects with a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a pile driver on Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine seems down for the count. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to maek the count. The ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Fenrir Kaine!!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine kicks out!
King-He’s finding that taking the TV title won’t be easy.
Kris Gaffney-Guess not.
[Fenrir Kaine gets picked up by Jackson Gunner, and he lands behind Jackson Gunner. Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that makes him fall against the ropes. Fenrir Kaine lifts up Jackson Gunner, and he connects with a pop up samoan drops. Jackson Gunner takes a few moments to rest up, and he waits for Jackson Gunner tries to get up to his feet.]
JR-It seems that Fenrir Kaine might be turning this match around.
King-Might be more than that JR.
Kris Gaffney-Yeah, maybe….
[Fenrir Kaine lifts up Jackson Gunner, and he lifts him up, but Jackson Gunner slides out of the back, and he lifts up Kaine, and he drops Kaine with the Burning Samoan!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……….3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner defends the TV championship!
(“the Epic” blasts on the PA system blasts on the PA system. Britt Baker walks out on the stage poses complains about her fireworks. She walks down the isle. “Tay Conti’ theme” blasts on the PA system, she walks down to the ring. Luna Spectra’s theme blasts on the PA system as Luna walks out on the stage, and she steps inside of the ring.)
JR-These three have had history.
King-Britt probably wishes she didn’t.
Kris Gafney-They do seem to get under her skin.
[Britt Baker looks horrified at this situation, Tay Conti throws a kick to the right to the face, but Britt Baker is able to throw Tay Conti into Luna Spectra. Tay goes down at the mass compared to Luna Spectra. Britt Baker connects with a step up ezuguri to the side of the head. Britt Baker connects with a few forearm shots to the face, and she whips Luna Spectra to the ropes, but it’s reversed. Britt Baker bounces off of the ropes, and she connects with a sling blade on Luna Spectra. Britt Baker waits for Luan Spectra to get in position, and she connects with a curb stomp on Luna Spectra. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………Tay Conti steps inside of the ring, and she breaks up pin.]
JR-Tay Conti might have saved the match there.
King-Britt Baker is probably mention you have only HALF the shorts that I do.
Kris Gaffney-Guess we’ll never let that joke go.
[Britt Baker gets picked up, and throws hard into the ring post. Britt Baker falls out of the ring, and Tay Conti turns towards Luna. Tay Conti connects wtiha kick to the gut, and this doubles over Luna Spectra. Tay Conti runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Tay Conti connects with a swinging neck breaker. Tay Conti goes into the cover on Luna Spectra. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by Luna Spectra!!!]
JR-Almost three threre.
King-Tay Conti probably needs to figure out something, Luna is a space alien, and their always better than us!
[Tay Conti is on the second rope, but it’s caught by Luna Spectra, and she connects with a swinging slam on Tay Conti!!]
JR-That might have changed the complextion of this match.
King-Ah! I told you JR!
[Britt Baker steps inside of the ring, and he kicks Luna into the gut, and Britt connects with a swinging fisherman suplex. Britt Baker hooks, and locks on the Lock Jaw on Luna Spectra. Luna taps out. Britt Baker wins via submission!]
JR-Britt Baker gets the victory!
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 Macs punching ability is going to help him.
King-Although, Dungeon Master has striking ability of his own.
Kris Gaffney-It should be something where he’ll have to possibly fight him like a boxer, that’s odd for when he’s in a wrestling ring, but not something he’s not very comfortable with.
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-Also known for his striking ability the Dungeon Master should be a match for Little Mac.
King-Plus he can sing about Mac’s defeat while he is striking.
Kris Gaffney-HA!
[The Dungeon Master, and Little Mac pace around the ring, they try to find openings. Little Mac takes a big swing, but the Dungeon Master is able to connects with a few jabs, Little Mac fires back, The Dungeon Master connects with a knee lift, and he attempts to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Little Mac. The Dungeon Master ducks under a wild fist by Little Mac, Little Mac turns around, and he gets hit with a few palm strikes and spinning chops. Little Mac dazed throws a wild fist to the face, and The Dungeon Master ducks under, and he connects with a super kick that completes the Nat 20 combo that makes Little Mac fall out of the ring. The Dungeon Master follows him, and he smashes his head on the steps. Little Mac is stunned, and he falls to a knee.]
JR-This match started out with pure striking, but it’s spilled out in the outside.
King-They wanted to make this a UFC fight there for a while.
Kris Gaffney-Guess Little Mac is a prize fighter…
[The Dungeon Master lifts up Little Mac, but he slides out of the back. Little Mac pushes The Dungeon Master into the ring post. Little Mac throws the Dungeon Master into the ring. Little Mac steps inside of the ring, and he connects with the Liver punch, and he follows up with the reverse neck breaker!]
JR-No pin by Little Mac.
King-He might be looking to end this now.
Kris Gaffney-One day King Hippo is going to figure out to buy a belt, and Little Mac won’t be able to beat him…
[Little Mac waits for The Dungeon Master, and he goes for the KO punch, but the Dungeon Master ducks under, and he lifts him up and he connects with the Critical Hit!! The Dungeon Master goes itno the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……….3!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master gets the victory.
The arena lights dim, plunging the space into an anticipatory darkness. A hushed silence falls over the crowd, broken only by the distant sound of thunder. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Medieval Viking Music - For Honor (Ft. Peyton Parrish)" resonate through the speakers, their haunting melody echoing in the vastness of the arena.
As the music swells, the titantron flickers to life, displaying a mist-covered Nordic landscape. Towering mountains and dense, shadowy forests under a twilight sky fill the screen, creating an atmosphere of ancient, rugged wilderness.
Amidst this mystical backdrop, scenes of Viking lore begin to unfold on the titantron. Images of longships sailing through stormy seas, warriors brandishing shields and axes, and ethereal figures of Valkyries descending from the heavens captivate the audience, weaving a tale of epic battles and Norse mythology.
A deep, bellowing horn sounds, reminiscent of a Gjallarhorn, heralding the approach of a warrior. The crowd stirs with excitement as a lone figure emerges from the backstage, his silhouette imposing and powerful.
Ragnar Ayerswindale steps into the light, his figure colossal and commanding. He stands for a moment at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena with a calm, unyielding gaze. His attire, a fusion of traditional Viking elements and modern combat gear, complements his muscular build, and Norse runes glint on his gear under the arena lights.
As he begins his descent down the ramp, the music intensifies. The titantron shows images of thunderous battles juxtaposed with serene, majestic landscapes of the Nordic fjords, symbolizing the duality of Ragnar's nature – both a fierce warrior and a stoic guardian of ancient traditions.
Ragnar's movements are deliberate and measured, exuding confidence and a sense of purpose. He occasionally pauses to make eye contact with fans, his expression unchanging, an embodiment of the calm before the storm.
Reaching the ring, Ragnar ascends the steel steps with ease. He stands on the apron for a moment, closing his eyes as if to draw strength from the gods themselves. Then, with a swift and fluid motion, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring.
The music reaches a crescendo, and Ragnar raises his arms, acknowledging the crowd and the arena. The Norse imagery on the titantron gives way to a single, ancient rune, glowing brightly as if imbued with mystical power.
As the music fades and the lights return to normal, Ragnar begins his pre-match ritual, a silent nod to the Viking warriors of old. The arena buzzes with anticipation, the presence of this modern-day Viking leaving an indelible mark on all who witness his entrance.
JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale is going to deal with power.
Kris Gaffney-Normally his strategy getting turned against him.
King-Still say Melon Gods JR!
[The arena dims, setting the stage for a dramatic entrance. The opening notes of "KICK BACK" by Kenshi Yonezu fill the space, its energetic and upbeat rhythm instantly gripping the audience. The titantron comes alive with vibrant animations reminiscent of action-packed anime sequences.]
Announcer: "Making his way
to the ring, from London, England, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is 'The Samurai Otaku'... Mansa Carthage!"
[As the music swells, the lights pulse in sync with the beat, casting bright, dynamic colors across the stage. Mansa Carthage bursts onto the scene with an exuberant energy, wearing a fusion of samurai-inspired attire and modern streetwear, complete with symbolic touches from his favorite animes.]
[Mansa moves with a playful yet confident swagger, embodying the larger-than-life characters he admires. He performs exaggerated, anime-style poses and martial arts moves, engaging the crowd and drawing them into his world of fantasy and excitement.]
[As he makes his way down the ramp, the titantron displays iconic scenes from various animes, interspersed with clips of Mansa's own in-ring highlights, showcasing his agility and strength.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Mansa leaps onto the apron with a flourish, pausing to strike a dramatic samurai pose, complete with a mock sword drawing gesture. He then flips over the top rope with acrobatic ease, landing in a superhero landing pose that sends the crowd into a frenzy.]
[With the music reaching its climax, Mansa bounds to each corner of the ring, energetically engaging with the fans, showing off his charismatic and playful side. He then centers himself, closing his eyes for a moment as if channeling the spirit of both anime heroes and samurai warriors, preparing himself mentally and physically for the battle ahead.]
[As the song fades, Mansa opens his eyes, poses, and now focused and ready, his playful demeanor giving way to the serious, disciplined side of a warrior ready for combat.]
JR-Mansa Carthage also seems to have the same problem however.
King-We’ll see who blinks first.
[Mansa Carthage and Ragnar Ayerswindale pace around the ring. Both wrestlers lock up trying to fight for position. Mansa Carthage connects with a knee lift into the gut, and he connects with a clubbing blow to the back of Ragnar Ayerswindale. Mansa Carthage whips Ragnar Ayerswindale to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and he throws him up in the air, and he comes crashing down on the mat. Ragnar Ayerswindale is slow to get up to his feet. Mansa Carthage comes out of the corner, and he connects with a super man punch that shakes Ragnar Ayerswindale. Mansa Carthage waits for Ragnar Ayerswindale, and he grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he connects with a double handed choke bomb!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Ragnar Ayerswindale. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2………….KICK OUT by Ragnar Ayereswindale!!]
JR-Almost three there.
King-It’s not too late Ragnar! You can ask forgiveness from the Melon Gods…unless your Tony Ikeda.
Kris Gaffney-Sucks for Tony…
[Ragnar Ayersindale gets up to his feet, and he lifts him up, but he slides out of the back. Ragnar Ayerswindale waits Mansa Carthage to turn around, and he plants him down with the spine buster. Mansa Carthage is down, and Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the corner, and he waits for Mansa Carthage, and he goes for the Gunginar spear. Ragnar goes into the cover on Mansa. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage!!]
JR-Ragnar tried to end it there, but Mansa was able to kick out.
King-That might only be the beginning.
[Ragnar Ayerswindale sets up Mansa for the Runestone power bomb, but Mansa gets up, picks up Ragnar, and he throws him hard into the corner. Ragnar hits into the corner. Mansa picks up Ragnar, and he drops him with the Dragons Descend!! Mansa goes into the cover on Ragnar. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………….3!!]
JR-Mansa had a plan however.
King-Ragnar would have had….if he had the melon gods on his side.
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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.
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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-Patrick Payne representing the Amigos, and Austin Jameson Mercer is representing the Maledicutm.
King-I think Austin wins because they literally have a man that’s already better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-That must be helpful…
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks down ot the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda has been able to turn back former champions, and legends before.
Kris Gaffney- as well as legend champions!
King-That probably was Baddddddddddddd!
[Tony Ikeda, Austin Jameson Mercer, and Patrick Payne are in the ring. Tony Ikeda ducks under a red carpet by Austin Jameson Merer. Tony Ikeda pushes Austin Jameson Mercer into Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne gets hit into by Austin Jameson Mercer. Patrick Payne falls out of the ring, and Tony Ikeda is able to turn it into a 3.0 back breaker. Austin Jameson Mercer is slow to get up to his feet, he falls into the corner. Tony Ikeda waits for Austin Jameson Mercer to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda hooks Austin Jameson Mercer, and he connects with a full nelson slam!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on a Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………..Patrick Payne breaks up the three count!!]
JR-Patrick Payne might have saved the match there.
King-Tony can blame YOU JR!
Kris Gaffney-Throwing under the bus much?
[Patrick Payne grabs Tony Ikeda, and he throws him hard into the ring post. Tony Ikeda falls out of the ring. Patrick Payne waits for Austin Jameson Mercer, he kicks him in the gut, and he connects with a DDT he goes into the cover. The ref counts 1………2…KICK OUT by Austin Jameson Mercer!! Patrick Payne picks up Austin Jameson Mercer, and he connects with a body slam he goes to the outside of the ring and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Patrick is looking to end this.
King-This is a flight risk!
Kris Gaffney-Guess it is!
[Patrick Payne jumps off, and he goes for the Flight Risk, but he moves out of the way. He crashes into the mat. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a red carpet. Patrick Payne falls against the ropes, and he stumbles backwards. The ropes. Austin Jameson Mercer sets up Patrick Payne, and he 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 Patrick Payne!!]
JR-Almost three.
King-That world premiere was good…but it wasn’t perfect.
Kris Gaffney-Guess not…
[Austin Jameson Mercer gets up, but Tony Ikeda ducks under a red carpet, and he hooks AJM, and he connects with the full nelson suplex!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………….3!!]
JR-Tony Ikeda defends his championship!!
King-Always that third guy.
Kris Gaffney-It’s almost like they are in the match too in a triple threat, thus a threat you need to watch out for!
(Tony Ikeda holds up the EMF world championship as Survival of the Fittest goes off the air.)
