(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage, the lights turn on as the fireworks end. The fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We get one more shot 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, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight we have a great show for you tonight as Mansa Carthage will take on Billy Breeze for an IC title shot.
Kris Gaffney-Both are looking to get into a title race, it should be an intense battle.
JR-Let’s get started with the opening match of the night.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-This match comes off the heels of the Hell on Earth battle.
King-I’m not certain it’s personal, but I’m certain Zack Ryder can use the result as motivation to give the fans even more, and we know how much he gives every match.
Kris Gaffney-This should be very interesting.
The arena lights flicker and then cut out, plunging the crowd into darkness. A deep, rumbling bass echoes throughout the arena as "I Am Colossus" by Meshuggah begins to play. Thick, ominous smoke begins to billow from the stage, covering the ramp in a dense fog that swirls menacingly. Dark, crimson lights start to pulse in sync with the slow, crushing beats of the music, casting eerie shadows across the arena. Suddenly, a series of sharp, thunderous booms erupt, sending shocks of fire across the stage, creating a wall of flames that parts to reveal the silhouette of a giant figure. The smoke parts as Malek Voss, towering at 7'2" and 500 pounds, steps through the flames, his form barely visible through the heavy mist. The crowd murmurs in awe as Malek slowly begins his deliberate march toward the ring, his eyes locked ahead with cold, unwavering focus. Each of his footsteps seems to shake the very ground beneath him as the smoke follows his path. The crimson lights continue to pulse, casting him in and out of shadow, emphasizing his monstrous presence. Behind him, the fire burns brighter, leaving a trail of embers in his wake. Malek reaches the base of the ramp and pauses for a moment, taking in the energy of the arena, his expression stoic and unreadable. He places one massive hand on the apron, pulling himself up with ease, his eyes never leaving the ring. With a simple, yet intimidating motion, Malek steps over the top rope, entering the ring as the crimson lights swirl around him. Once inside, he slowly raises one arm to the sky, and as he does, a violent explosion of fireworks bursts from the turnbuckles, bathing the ring in a fiery glow.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Standing at 7 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at 500 pounds… from the depths of destruction itself... The Mad Titan, Malek Voss!"
[The lights return to their dim, crimson hue as Malek strides toward the center of the ring, his massive frame illuminated by the glowing red light. He stands tall, motionless, exuding power and menace, his eyes scanning the crowd as the arena settles into an eerie silence. The music fades, but the oppressive aura of Malek Voss lingers as he waits for his opponent, like a predator stalking his prey.
JR-Malek Voss has a reason to want to prove something.
King-He was involved in the ending of the match, but didn’t win.
Kris Gaffney-That’s definitely a reason to be just as motivated as Ryder if he has taken motivation from that match.
[Zack Ryder and Malek Voss stand in the middle of the ring, and they stare down each other. Zack Ryder throws a few fists to the face, Malek Voss is able to block one of the fists, and he grabs Zack Ryder’s head, and he connects with a head butt that puts him down on the mat. Zack Ryder goes down on the mat holding his head, Malek Voss connects with a few stomps on the downed Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder rolls into the corner, and Malek Voss closes the gap between him, and he connects with a few knee lifts into the gut in the corner. Malek Voss grabs Zack Ryder and he hurls him across the ring. Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet, and Malek Voss picks up Zack Ryder, and he connects with a body slam. Zack Ryder is down, and Malek Voss connects with an elbow drop. Zack Ryder is feeling the effects. Malek Voss picks him up, and he lifts him up, and he drops him with the cataclysm. Zack Ryder seems to be out of it. Malek Voss goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2….KICK OUT by Zack Ryder.]
JR-Zack Ryder was able to kick out!
King-I shouldn’t be shocked, but that was a big move, even shocked Malek Voss.
Kris Gaffney-Well, after it wears off all that tape study is going to come back and he probably will remember who he’s facing.
[Malek Voss picks up Zack Ryder, and he sets him up for another cataclysm but as Malek Voss is able to get up Zack Ryder, he connects with a hurricanara that sends Malek Voss flying into the turnbuckle. He stumbles out of the corner. Zack Ryder pops up, and he connects with a DDT into the mat. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to rest up, he does stay on the mat for a few moments, but not to the point where the standing ten count gets to a point where it’s worth mentioning. Zack Ryder gets up to his feet as Malek Voss is up to his feet, and Zack Ryder ducks under a cltohesine, and Zack Ryder connects with a standing drop kick on Malek Voss. Malek Voss stumbles backwards, and he falls into the corner. Zack Ryder runs towards Malek Voss. Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline in the corner. Malek Voss stumbles around, and he falls into the corner. Zack Ryder grins as he starts to pump up the crowd, and he backs up.]
JR - It seems that Zack Ryder is looking to end this match.
King- Sick bro!
Kris Gaffney-I doubt that Voss agree’s.
[Zack Ryder goes for the Broski boot to the face, but Malek Voss moves out of the way. Zack Ryder is hung up on the rope. Malek Voss rolls away. Zack Ryder is free, he turns towards Malek Voss. Zack Ryder kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with the World breaker. Malek Voss goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………….3!!]
JR-Zack Ryder went for a big move, but missed. Malek Voss found his moment and got the win.
(“A Spanish version of Crush’em” by Megadeath blasts on the PA system. X-Frio runs out on the stage, he slides into the ring.)
JR-It’s been a long time since we seen X-Frio in the EMF.
King-I didn’t want him to see him…reminds me of X-Clod…
Kris Gaffney-At least Alex Salvatore is happy…
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The arena lights dimmed as the crowd hushed. Smoke soon crawls across the canvas surrounding everyone in the ring, at ringside and the front rows of the audience who begin anticipating the arrival of The Wretched Nobody when the monitors all go static. A single spotlight shone on the center of the stage as a low, as the ominous tune filled the air. Suddenly, the sound of thunder roared through the speakers as the arena shook with each strike as thick red curtains parted, revealing a large black casket positioned in the center of the stage. "Marche Funèbre MMXXIII" begins to play, the casket starts to rise slowly from the stage, flickering in and out of sight with each flash of strobe lights. As the casket ascended, smoke began to pour out of its cracks and crevices, creating an eerie atmosphere. Suddenly, the lid of the casket burst open, revealing a thick mist from which a massive hand shot out from the depths of the casket, grabbing onto the edge and pulling The Wretched Nobody out of his resting place. The crowd erupted in cheers as The Wretched Nobody emerged from the casket, which fell away in pieces as he stood up towering over seven feet tall and covered in various tattoos and scars. The Wretched Nobody paced back and forth, staring down at the ring with an unflinching glare. The Wretched Nobody broke step as the lights flicker again, as he strides down the ramp, ignoring the fans' outstretched hands and taunts.
Ring Announcer: Making his way down the aisle THE DARK STAR OF EMF! hails from The Danvers State Lunatic Asylum, Salem Massachusetts and at Six Foot Eleven inches tall – at Four Hundred and Twenty Pounds he is… he is Your former Six Time EMF Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld! DEATH HIMSELF! THE WRETCHED NOBODY!
As he approached the ring, bolts of electricity shot out from the turnbuckles, illuminating the darkness around him. The Wretched Nobody climbed up onto the apron, peering down his opponent with a look of pure disdain. Wretch easily stepped over the top rope and made his way to the center of the ring, where he raised his arms and let out a guttural roar. The crowd responded with deafening cheers, their excitement building to a fever pitch. The Wretched Nobody rocks side to side, staring down his opponent ready to charge forward, to unleash his wrath upon anyone who dares to stand in his way.
JR-This should be interesting how the Wretched Nobody interacts with the Mexican counterpart to one of the EMF’s greatest of all time.
King-That’s arguable.
Kris Gaffney-GOAT conversations are always frustrating…
[The Wretched Nobody and X-Frio walks into the middle of the ring. X-Frio does an X-pose to The Wretched Nobody. The Wretched Nobody connects with an Wretched fist that drops X-Frio. X-Frio goes up to his feet, and the Wretched Nobody picks up X-Frio and he whips him to the roeps, and he bounces off of the ropes. The Wretched Nobody lowers his head, and he connects with a big back body drop that sends X-Frio flying across the ring. He crashes down on the mat. X-Frio is slow to get up to his feet, the Wretched Nobody lifts up X-Frio, and he connects with a side walk slam on X-Frio. The Wretched Nobody stands over the downed X-Frio looking down at him. The Wretched Nobody grabs X-Frio by the throat, and he lifts him up to his feet. The Wretched Nobody lifts up X-Frio, and he connects with a spine chiller. The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on X-Frio. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by X-Frio!!]
King-Did X-Frio just feel the chill?
Kris Gaffney-Bitch?
JR-We knew that was going to be said at some point folks…
[The Wretched Nobody picks up X-Frio, but it’s countered with a jaw breaker. X-Frio whips the Wretched Nobody. The Wretched Nobody bounces off of the ropes. X-Frio throws The Wretched Nobody in the air, and he connects with the deep Freeze. X-Frio goes into the cover on the Wretched Nobody. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by The Wretched Nobody.]
JR-X-Frio almost got the three there.
King-Alex Salvatore approves of this situation.
Kris Gaffney-I’m sure he does…
[X-Frio waits for the Wretched Nobody to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He goes for a kick, and he goes for the Chiller, but the Wretched Nobody counters bypushing him off, and he connects with the trephination!! The Wretched Nobody goes into the cover on X-Frio. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2………3!!]
JR-X-Frio gave as much of a fight to be expected.
(“the duck song” blasts on the PA system as Walter Melon walks down to the ring with Jack Heyman. He walks into the ring.)
JR-Two stables clash.
King-But only one is GOD!
Kris Gaffney-Kind of kills the match…but OK
(“Jacob Fatu’s theme” blasts on the PA system. Jacob Fatu walks out on the stage, and he stares down people in the audience. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jacob Fatu talent can’t be understatement.
King-Plus he has the power of love.
Kris Gaffney-Seemingly an interesting sense of humor too!
[Walter Melon and Jacob Fatu stare down each other. Suddenly the EMF’s resident Melon Goddess, and Bloodline “Blonde Girl” Ashley Irvine jumps on the apron and yells “WATERMELON”!! She jumps backwards, puts herself through a table “ouchies!”. “Wait…this isn’t Madison Square Garden…that’s no good” She gets up shaking her fist Jacob and Walter Melon throw fists to the face, and Walter Melon ducks under. Walter Melon bounces off of the roeps, and he connects with a flying shoulder tackle. Walter Melon picks up Jacob Fatu, and he whips him to the roeps, and he bounces off of the ropes. Walter Melon connects with a one man flap jack that sends him down on the mat. He crashes down on the mat. Jacob Fatu is slow to get up to his feet. Walter Melon kicks Jacob Fatu in the gut, and he sets him up into a vertical suplex hooking the leg and he connects with a release fisherman suplex!! Walter Melon goes into the corner, and he waits for Jacob Fatu to get up to his feet. Walter Melon connects with spitting seeds!! Walter Melon goes into the cover on Jacob Fatu. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..KICK OUT by Jacob Fatu. Walter Melon looks up to the Melon Gods for answers.]
JR-Walter Melon looks surprised.
King-The power of love is mighty, but the Melon Gods are the Melon Gods!
Kris Gaffney-Good to know…
[Walter Melon picks up Jacob, but Jacob Fatus answers with a jaw breaker that makes Walter Melon stumbles backwards. Walter Melon stumbles around, and Jacob Fatu connects with a super kick that puts down Walter Melon. Walter Melon is slow to get up to his feet, and Jacob Fatu recovers and he connects with a few fists to the face, and he whips Walter Melon to the ropes, and he bounces off the ropes. Jacob Fatu throws Walter Melon in the air, and he connects with a pop up somaon drop. Walter Melon is in a seated position. Jacob Fatu does various moves around the ring, and yells and he runs towards Walter Melon. Walter Melon moves out of the way. Jacob Fatu stumbles out of the corner. Jacob Fatu get DDTed! Walter Melon goes ot the outside of the ring, and is climb up to the top rope.]
JR-Just when the match seemed to be going in Jacob’s favor, it gets turned around.
King-Truly the Melon Gods are at work.
Kris Gaffney-They are at something…
[Walter Melon climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off of the top rope. Walter Melon connects with the Fruit Smash splash!! Walter Melon goes into the cover on Jacob Fatu. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……….3!!]
JR-Walter Melon gets the victory.
(The arena lights suddenly cut out, plunging everything into darkness. For a brief moment, the only sound is the murmur of the crowd, uncertain of what’s about to happen. Then, with a crackle of static, “My Way” by Frank Sinatra begins to play. But it’s not the smooth, classic version everyone knows—this one is slightly distorted, as if being played on an old, warbled record.
A lone spotlight flickers on, illuminating the entrance ramp where Jack "The Anarchist" Lynch stands, his silhouette stark against the chaos flashing on the titantron behind him—glitchy visuals of riots, fires, and carnage intercut with scenes from black-and-white films, all overlayed with the words "The Anarchist" in jagged, graffiti-style text.)
Announcer: Making his way to the ring. Fight from Wellington, New Zealand
. He stands 6'1" and weighs 230 pounds. He is The Anarchist, Jack Lynch!
(Jack takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his barbed-wire baseball bat resting casually on his shoulder. He wears a long, tattered trench coat covered in patches and scribbled phrases that look like they were done in a fit of madness. With each step, the crowd’s anticipation builds, his presence commanding yet erratic, like a ticking time bomb.
As he strides down the ramp, Jack’s grin is wide and manic, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of what’s to come. He stops suddenly, halfway down, as if a thought has just occurred to him. With a playful shrug, he pulls a flask from inside his coat, takes a swig, and sprays the liquid into the air. The mist catches the spotlight, creating a shimmering, chaotic halo around him as he continues toward the ring.
Reaching ringside, Jack doesn’t just walk up the steps like everyone else—no, that’s too predictable. Instead, he makes a sudden, wild dash toward the barricade, leaping onto it with the grace of a cat, balancing precariously on the edge. He taunts the crowd, swinging his bat playfully, then balances along the top of the barricade as if it were a tightrope, laughing all the while.
Finally, he jumps down and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, rolling to his feet in one fluid, exaggerated motion. He twirls his bat in his hand like a gunslinger ready for a duel, his eyes scanning the crowd as if daring anyone to challenge him.
Once inside, Jack heads straight for the nearest turnbuckle, leaping up onto it with a wild, unhinged energy. Perched there, he looks out over the crowd with a mix of madness and glee, as if soaking in the chaos he’s about to unleash. With a sudden, dramatic swing of his bat toward the titantron, the screen behind him glitches violently, flashing between images of destruction and his own maniacal grin.
Jack then hops down from the turnbuckle, casually tossing his bat to a ring crew member with a wink and a smirk, as if he’s just handed them a live grenade. He leans back against the ropes, whistling the last notes of "My Way" as if it’s all just a part of his twisted, chaotic day.)
JR-The former Extreme Champion tonight could have a chance to take a step up to the IC championship.
King-Although it’s not as much chaos.
Kris Gaffney-I guess the best chaos is that the IC division has no chaos?
(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 is a former IC champion.
King-If he can win this, he’ll have a chance to get it back.
[Aari Maxwell and Jack Lynch pace around the ring. They lock up, Jack Lynch breaks it with an knee lift, and he whips him to the ropes. Jack Lynch goes for a Pandemonium Kick to the face. Aari Maxwell ducks under, and Aari Maxwell continues to the other side of the ring. Aari Maxwell bounces off of the other side of the ring. Aari Maxwell jumps in the air, and he connects with a flying forearm shot to the face that knocks down Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch gets up to his feet. Jack Lynch gets picked up, and he gets dropped with an inverted atomic drop. Jack Lynch is in pain. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, and he spring boards off of the second rope. Aari Maxwell connects with a spring board cutter!! Aari Maxwell see’s Jack Lynch gets up dazed, and Aari Maxwell picks him up, and he drops him with a body slam. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Aari Maxwell jumps off and he connects with a 630 senton on Jack Lynch!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..KICK OUT by Jack Lynch!!]
JR-Jack Lynch was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-I guess this is chaos.
Kris Gaffney-Which means Jack Lynch must be having the best time of his life.
[Aari Maxwell waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet, and he lifts up Jack Lynch up, but Jack Lynch fights with a few back elbows to the side of the head. Jack Lynch slides out of the back. Aari Maxwell gets pushed to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Jack Lynch connects with a spinning spine buster. Jack Lynch goes into the corner. Jack Lynch waits for Aari Maxwell. Jack Lynch connects with a Pandemonium Kick that drops Aari Maxwell. Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. Jack Lynch 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-Jack Lynch is able to hit a few big moves.
King-But he’s yet to be able to find the move to win this match.
Kris Gaffney-Aari Maxwell is difficult to defeat.
[Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, and he Jack Lynch sets him up for the Pandemonium Driver, but Aari Maxwell lifts him up, and he connects with a Gorilla Strength!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……….3!!]
JR-Aari had one more counter, and it led him to the victory.
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, he walks down to the ring. Tony Ikeda steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda tonight will take on the IC champion.
King-He’s not any stranger to facing big men, well this will be another example within his career.
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 has been dominate since debuting in the EMF.
King-Tony someone with more experience than anyone in the EMF currently.
Kris Gaffney-He’s very well aware.
[Tony Ikeda and Samael Dredd is pacing around the ring. Tony Ikeda ducks under a wild fist to the face, and Tony Ikeda throws a few fists that connects on Samael Dredd tries to answer with a hard fist to the face. Tony Ikeda ducks under, and he runs otwards to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes Tony Ikeda jumps in the air, and he goes for a cross body block, but it’s caught by Samael Dredd who holds Tony Ikeda for a few moments, and he drops him with a rib breaker. Tony Ikeda is in a lot of pain. Tony Ikeda rolls away, and he gets up on the apron after he rolled out of the ropes. Samael Dredd connects with a kick to the face. Tony Ikeda hangs over the middle rope. Samael Dredd hooks Tony Ikeda, and he drops him with a Doomsayer’s crush. Tony Ikeda rolls away in pain. Samael Dredd waits for Tony Ikeda to get up to his feet. Tony Ikeda stumbles around, and Samael Dredd lifts up Tony Ikeda, and he connects with a Black Decay!! Tony Ikeda is down on the mat. Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into the cover, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda!!]
JR-Tony Ikeda was able to kick out.
King-Tony will never say die.
Kris Gaffney-Because he’s old!
[Samael Dredd is goes over to Tony Ikeda who connects with a jaw breaker this makes Samael Dredd fall backwards on the ropes. Tony Ikeda see’s a chance to connect with a running clothesline that sends Samael Dredd backwards, and falling outside of the ring. Tony Ikeda takes a few moments to rest up, and measures up on his next move. He climbs up to the top rope, and he measures up as Samael Dredd is stumbling around ring side. Tony Ikeda jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a cross body block. Tony Ikeda grabs Samael Dredd, and he smashes Samael Dredd’s head into the steel steps, and he stumbles around. Samael Dredd gets thrown him into the ring. Tony Ikeda rolls into the ring, and he waits for Samael Dredd to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Samael Dredd throws a wild fist to the face, and he hooks him, Tony Ikeda connects with a full nelson suplex on Samael Dredd. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Samael Dredd the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…….KICK OUT by Samael Dredd. Tony Ikeda waits for Samael Dredd to get up to his feet, and he connects with a few fists to the face, and he tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Samael Dredd. Tony Ikeda bounces off of the ropes, Samael Dredd lowers his head and he connects with a running knee to the face that knocks him backwards.]
JR-Tony Ikeda is taking it to the IC champion.
King- Not quite how he thought things would go.
Kris Gaffney-Well, he knows of Tony’s past I’m certain he knew he wasn’t going away easily.
[Tony Ikeda ducks a running boot by Samael Dredd. Tony Ikeda hooks Samael for a full nelson suplex, but at the last moment Samael is able to get one arm free, and he spins around, and Samael Dredd spins into a cross body block dropping all his weight on Tony Ikeda into a pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………….3!!]
JR-Samael Dredd gets the victory.
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[As the opening beats of "Protect Ya Neck" by Wu-Tang Clan start to resonate throughout the arena, the lights dim to a moody, understated ambiance. A single spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp, creating a sense of anticipation and mystery.]
[The titantron flickers to life, displaying a montage of New York City’s shadowy streets and skylines, setting the stage for Billy Breeze’s entrance. The screen then transitions to a spectral figure moving through the darkness, New Yorks own vigilante, The Crimson Wraith.]
[Suddenly, a soft, blue glow illuminates the ramp, casting a cool, ghostly light. A thin layer of fog creeps along the floor, adding to the spectral atmosphere, suggesting the presence of something or someone not quite of this world.]
[Then, emerging from the back, Billy Breeze strolls out nonchalantly, his demeanor calm and composed, but with a readiness that you cannot train for. He’s dressed in his signature ring gear, exuding a quiet confidence. Rex "Retro" Savage follows behind, his flamboyant attire contrasting with Billy’s simplicity, playing up to the crowd and hyping them up.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Hailing from the shadows of New York City, here is the enigmatic, the unpredictable... Specter, Billy Breeze!"
[Billy’s walk to the ring is unhurried, his eyes scanning the crowd with a detached yet intense gaze. The spotlight follows him, keeping him the focal point amidst the dimly lit arena. He occasionally pauses, giving the audience a nod or a slight smirk, but his silence speaks volumes.]
[Upon reaching the ring, Billy slides in effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. Rex "Retro" Savage takes a position at ringside, continuing to interact with the crowd and serve as Billy's charismatic mouthpiece.]
[The music and lights subtly shift as Billy prepares for the match, the fog dissipating and the spotlight fading, leaving Billy in the ring, a figure both enigmatic and ready for combat, as the arena buzzes with excitement for the upcoming match.]
JR-Billy Breeze is a former champion looking to get a title race.
King-This would be a first good step.
Kris Gaffney-Without a doubt.
[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 has been impressive recently.
King-Billy Breeze is going to be a challenge, we’ll see where it goes.
Kris Gaffney-Guess depends on how much Billy Breeze played his match on his video game.
[Mansa Carthage and Billy Breeze pace around the ring, Mansa Carthage and Billy Breeze throw fists to the face, neither wrestlers gaining an advantage. Billy Breeze ducks under one of the fists, and he hooks a suplex, but it’s blocked by Mansa Carthage who connects with a elbow to the back of the neck. Mansa Carthage connects with a short arm clothesline that puts down Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet Mansa Carthage whips Billy Breeze to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He connects with a back body drop that sends him flying across the ring, and he crashes down on the mat. He is slow to get up to his feet. Mansa Carthage hooks him, and he drops him with a t-bone suplex that sends him flying across the ring. Mansa Carthage holds up his hand, and he waits for Billy Breeze to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. He grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up, and he drops Billy Breeze with a choke slam!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Billy Breeze. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……….KICK OUT by Billy Breeze.]
JR-Almost three there!
King-Not quite like the video games right?
Kris Gaffney-Actually…maybe a bit more than you know.
[Billy Breeze is slow to get up to his feet, and Mansa Carthage lifts hi mup, but before he can connect with the dragon descend he slides out of the back. Billy Breeze pushes Mansa Carthage to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. He connects with a spinning spine buster. Billy Breeze takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage throws a wild fist to the face, and he hooks him, and he connects with a release german suplex that sends him flying across the ring,a nd he crashes into the mat. Billy Breeze takes a few moments to rest up. Mansa Carthage connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. He tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Mansa Carthage. Billy Breeze bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage lowers his head, Billy Breeze hits a kick to the face. Billy Breeze sets up, and he connects with the Harlem Hook that drops Mansa Carthage!! Billy Breeze goes into the cover on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage!!]
JR-Billy Breeze hit the Harlem Hook. I thought it could be over.
King-Well, that might only be the beginning of the end.
Kris Gaffney-That’s true.
[Billy Breeze waits for Mansa Carthage and he goes for the specter’s grip, but Mansa Carthage is able to hit a snapmare that sends him flying across the ring. Billy Breeze and he runs towards Mansa Carthage, but Mansa ducks under a clothesline. Billy Breeze turns around into a pick up, and Mansa Carthage drops him with the Dragon’s descend!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Billy Breeze. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage was able to hit the Dragon’s descend to get the victory.
