(The EMF Logo flashes on the screen.)
(The arena is darken as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd, they zoom out to display the location information we get one more shot of the crowd as the commentarys 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 contendership for match for the tag team championships.
Kris Gaffney-Both teams have various reasons to be focused to get this shot.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Shinsuke Nakamango and Kenny Omegrape walk out on a diving board over the ring, and jump into a pool of grapes.Kenny and Shinsuke eat the grapes as the crowd throw more in.)
JR-I’d say that’s the safest one they done…but that pool couldn’t have been too deep.
King-Shut up JR! clearly given to us by GOD!
[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.]
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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-Travis Vortex and Billy Breeze are looking to bounce back, and get another chance at the tag team titles.
King-Maybe they can also get into Space Jam 10 if the win.
Kris Gaffney-I’m sure they’ll both like, and regret that.
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.
The lights cut completely—
BOOM.
A harsh, red strobe light slashes through the dark as the opening beat of “Livid” (Scarlxrd x NF x Hopsin) hits like a car crash.
No countdown. No warning.
Just pure, unapologetic violence in audio form.
The screen glitches violently with distorted flashes of Luca’s face—twisted, screaming, laughing. Static-laced clips of limb-snapping submissions, steel chair shots, and blood-covered snarls flicker behind the noise.
And then—he explodes through the curtain.
Mad Dog Luca Bellarosa bursts onto the stage like he was shot out of a fucking cannon.
No rhythm, no choreography. He’s stomping, shouting, pacing back and forth like a beast trying to decide whether to sprint to the ring or tear the ramp apart with his bare hands.
He’s shirtless. Sweat already dripping. Taped fists. Baggy black pants tucked into unlaced boots. Gold chain bouncing off his chest like it’s trying to escape the madness.
His eyes are wild.
His mouth is moving—talking to himself, barking at the crowd, yelling at no one.
He doesn’t pose. He doesn’t smile.
He storms.
Down the ramp, he points at fans, flips off a camera, laughs manically.
Sometimes he drops to all fours and slams the ground.
Other times he throws punches at nothing just to stay warm.
Samantha Irvin’s voice cracks over the chaos:
"Introducing… from the streets of Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 225 pounds… he is the MAD DOG… LUCAAAA… BELLAROSAAAA!"
He dives under the bottom rope, scrambles across the ring like a spider, then slams himself chest-first into the turnbuckles. Once. Twice. Turns. Roars.
He jumps onto the middle rope, howls like an animal to the crowd, then drops down and paces the ring like it’s too small to hold him.
There’s no composure. No calm. Just a storm in a human shape.
He pounds the mat.
Yells at the referee.
Throws his own body into the ropes to test them.
Because Mad Dog Luca doesn’t come to compete.
He comes to break things.
And when the bell rings?
He’s already moving.
JR-Little Mac and Luca Bellarosa are very talented individuals.
King-Wonder if the Ponds are watching…I’m hoping one day to see a Pond/Bellarosa dream match.
Kris Gaffney-Then there will be curtains!
[Kenny Omegrape, Shinsuke Nakamango, Little Mac, Luca Bellarosa, Travis Vortex, Billy Breeze stand in the middle of the ring as the bell rings and everyone starts to brawl. Everyone falls out of the ring except for Kenny Omegrape and Luca Bellarosa. Luca Bellarosa throws a wild fist to the face, and Luca Bellarosa connects with a few knife edge chops to the chest that echo through out the arena. Kenny OMegrape whips Luca Bellarosa to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Kenny Omegrape connects with a one man flap jack. Luca gets up to his knee’s, and Shinsuke Nakamango slides into the ring, and he connects with a shining wizard on Luca Bellarosa. Kenny Omegrape goes into the cover on Luca Bellarosa, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2……….KICK OUT by Luca Bellarosa!!]
JR-Early pin attempt but in this sort of match you have to do that.
King-Or you could just ignore the other guys.
Kris Gaffney-I’m sure that’ll work!
[Billy Breeze steps inside of the ring, and Shinsuke Nakamango tries to attack Billy Breeze, but Billy Breeze is able to counter with a t-bone suplex that throws Shinsuke Nakamango over the top rope. Billy Breeze crashes down on the mat around ring side. Billy Breeze goes to the outside of the ring, and he grabs Shinsuke Nakamango, and he throws him hard into the ring steps. Travis Vortex has been hit with fists to the face by Luca, and Luca Bellarosa tries to whip Travis Vortex off of the ropes, and it’s reversed by Travis. Luca Bellarosa bounces off of the ropes.Travis Vortex connects with a hip toss that drops Shinsuke Nakamango gets up to his knee’s, and Travis Vortex connects with a hurricanara to complete the time twist!! Luca Bellarosa dazed gets up to his feet, Travis Vortex drops Luca Bellarosa with a DDT. Travis goes into the cover on Luca Bellarosa, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…KICK OUT by Luca Bellarosa!!]
JR-Almost three!
Kris Gaffney-Definitely had a shot at it.
King-That’s what you are looking for in this sort of match.
[Travis Vortex gets up to his feet, but out of no where Little Mac gets into the ring, and he connects with a fists to the face, and then he connects with a punch to the liver of Travis Vortex Little Mac runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac connects with a running knee to the face. Travis Vortex stumbles backwards. Little Mac connects with a reverse neck breaker on Travis Vortex.]
JR-The prize fighter is looking to end this match.
King-Wonder if there is a Kevin Owens/Little Mac match possible one day.
Kris Gaffney-Could be.
[Travis Vortex and Little Mac fight on the outside of the ring, and Luca Bellarosa gets up, but Billy Breeze hooks on the Specters grip!! No one around, or noticing, Luca Bellarosa has no choice but to tap out!! Billy Breeze and Travis Vortex wins via submission!!]
JR-Travis Vortex and Billy Breeze gets the victory, and will go on to tag team championship match.
(The duck song” blasts on the PA system as Walter Melon with Jack Heyman walks out on the stage. Walter Melon steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Walter Melon tonight is facing a different style, while he might not have faced many boxers, he is known for facing wrestlers with different styles.
King-It’s all apart of the Melon Gods plan!
Kris Gaffney-Good for them…
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.
JR-Little Mac is someone who is always ready for the fight.
King-But his arms are too short to box with GOD!
Kris Gaffney-HA! OK, I’ll give you that one.
[Walter Melon and Little Mac stand in the middle of the ring, they pace around the ring, and Walter Melon locks up, and Walter Melon puts Little Mac into an arm bar. Walter Melon holds on the pressure. Walter Melon holds on the pressure, and Little Mac looks for a way out of the hold. Little Mac backs up Walter Melon to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes connects with a shoulder block that knocks down Little Mac on the mat. Walter Melon waits as Little Mac gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Walter Melon connects with an inverted atomic drop. Little Mac is in pain, and Walter Melon backs up, and he connects with a clothesline. Little Mac gets up to his feet. Walter Melon picks up Little Mac, and he connects with a whiplash spine buster. Walter Melon goes into the corner, and he measures up on Little Mac. Little Mac gets up to his feet. Walter Melon runs out of the corner, and he connects with the spitting seeds on Little Mac!! Walter Melon 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 was able to kick out.
King-It’s simply a ploy by the Melon Gods to make him feel he has a chance.
Kris Gaffney-Always makes people feel they have a thing called free will…
[Little Mac is slow to get up to his feet he picks him up, and Walter tries to hit a body slam on Little Mac, but Little Mac is able to slide out of the back, and he connects with a diving DDT. Little Mac falls into the corner. He measures up on Walter who is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He hits a knee lift, and he follows up with a reverse neck breaker.]
JR-Walter Melon might be in trouble.
King-All in the Melon Gods plan!
[Little Mac gets ready, and he goes for the KO Punch, but he is able to duck under. Walter Melon connects with a body slam. Walter Melon goes up to the top rope, suddenly he hears the Punch Out theme being hummed. Ashley Irvine on the ring announcers microphone, then yells WATERMELON!! Walter Melon jumps off, and he connects with a fruit smash splash on Little Mac. Walter Melon goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2………….3!!]
JR-Walter Melon gets the victory.
The arena is plunged into eerie darkness. A single spotlight beams down on the entrance stage, revealing an enormous 20-sided die (D20), its numbers glowing with arcane energy. The haunting opening chords of “Binks’ Sake” start to play, gentle and mysterious, the crowd immediately clapping along.
Suddenly, on the massive LED screen, a colossal animated dragon bursts forth—its scales shimmering violet and gold. It coils and roars, unleashing a torrent of digital flame straight down the ramp. As the fire rushes forward, spotlights follow, making it seem as if the very ramp itself is set ablaze, leading to the ring.
At that moment, from beneath the stage, a ring of real flames erupts. Rising through the fire, guitar in hand and bathed in flickering orange and purple light, stands The Dungeon Master. He strikes a rockstar pose, head thrown back, hair wild, the guitar gleaming across his chest. The arena explodes with cheers.
He launches into a flamboyant air guitar solo, strutting to the music, every step in sync with the rolling animation of the D20, which now tumbles down the ramp in perfect time with his movement—projected to look as if it’s rolling just ahead of him, leading the way to destiny.
Each of his steps triggers a cascade of lighting effects—arcane runes illuminate underfoot, bursts of fireworks erupt from the ramp, and shooting flames flare on either side. He spins and dances, encouraging the crowd to join in, then leaps onto the ring apron, pausing to soak in the roaring energy of the fans.
With a grand flourish, he vaults into the ring, landing center stage in an epic rockstar stance. He rips a final, thunderous strum on his guitar—at that precise moment, golden sparks rain down from the rafters, surrounding him in a shimmering storm, as purple and gold spotlights swirl around the ring.
As the music fades, the dragon on the screen loops and lands atop a mountain of dice, bellowing one last time as flames curl around the frame.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring… hailing from the Astral Plane… but Louder! Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds… he is the BARD of BRUTALITY… the MASTER of MAYHEM… THE DUNGEON MASTER!
The Dungeon Master drops to one knee, raises his guitar like a legendary sword, and flashes a wild, infectious grin as the crowd erupts—his legend already unfolding before the match has even begun.
JR-Tonight the Dungeon Master is looking to roll the dice.
King-He feels he has the ability to ruin a lot of days tonight.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder has a lot of experience in this match.
King-He knows that you still need to make sure that you have the chance to get at least one fall, but you can have some strategy too.
Kris Gaffney-So less trying to find the quickest fall in this match.
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system as Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring. “Born a King” blasts on the PA system. Jimmy Uso walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jimmy Uso is looking to bounce back after a loss last week.
King-I can’t blame him…he was facing GOD
Kris Gaffney-His wife disagrees
[Dungeon Master, Zack Ryder, Tony Ikeda, and Jimmy Uso stand in the ring. The wrestlers start to brawl as bell rings. Jimmy Uso gets picked up, but Jimmy Uso is able to struggle out of the back. Jimmy Uso waits for Dungeon Master, and he goes for a super kick, but he ducks under. Dungeon Master hits a flurry palm strike, spinning chops, then he backs up, and he connects with a super kick that drops him down on the mat. Jimmy Uso is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. The Dungeon Master waits as Jimmy Uso to get up to his feet. Dungeon Master whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, Jimmy Uso connects with a power slam. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Jimmy Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………….2………..Zack Ryder breaks up the count.]
JR-Zack Ryder breaks up the three count.
King-There might be two falls, but you don’t want to give up one.
Kris Gaffney-True even when it becomes a triple threat the odds are still not in your favor.
[The Dungeon Master gets up, and he throws a wild fist to the face, and Zack Ryder runs towards the ropes after ducking it. Zack Ryder jumps in the air, and he connects with a flying forearm shot to the face that knocks him down on the mat. Zack Ryder waits as The Dungeon Master gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with a clothesline over the top rope, and the Dungeon Master crashes down on the mat around ring side. Zack Ryder turns around, and Jimmy Uso runs towards Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder connects with a hot shot that sends Jimmy Uso flying into the ropes, Jimmy Uso stumbles around, and Zack Ryder hits a kick to the gut, and he sets up Jimmy Uso, he connects with a fisherman suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……..KICK OUT by Jimmy Uso!!]
JR-Almost three there.
King-Jimmy Uso almost kicked out.
Kris Gaffney-Naomi probably would never forgive him.
King-She’s already probably there anyways…just like Angelus Archer she’d not just send him to hell, but send him to echo side.
[Zack Ryder pulls up Jimmy Uso, Jimmy Uso pushes Zack Ryder off, Zack Ryder stumbles backwards, and Jimmy Uso connects with a super kick that drops Zack Ryder. Jimmy Uso takes a few moments to rest up, he see’s Tony Ikeda running towards him, and he throws him into the corner, Tony Ikeda crashes into the corner, and Jimmy Uso connects with a splash in the corner. Tony Ikeda stumbles out of the corner, and Jimmy Uso connects with a body slam. Jimmy Uso goes to the outside of the ring, and he lcimbs up to the top rope. Jimmy Uso goes for the Uso splash, but Tony Ikeda moves out of the way, and Jimmy crashes into the mat. Tony Ikeda gets up, and he connects with a full nelson slam on Jimmy Uso. Tony Ikeda gets up, and he gets lifted up, and dropped with the Critical Shot by Dungeon Master!! Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2………..3!!]
JR-Tony Ikeda let his guard down, and surrendered the first fall.
King-Shut up JR!
[Jimmy Uso gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder connects with a Rough Ryder on Jimmy Uso!! Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Jimmy Uso. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………….3!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master and Zack Ryder get the victory.
[I’m better than you and you know it” Is said over the loud speakers right before Lamb Of God- “Overlord” hits. The crowd erupts in boos as the lighting begins to flash green and gold. The ramp fills with images of money as Azar Vulcan steps out from the back with a smug grin on his face. He stops atop of the ramp laughing at the fans.]
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds and standing 5’11”. He is The EMF World Heavyweight Champion, The Best In The World, Azar “Mastermind” Vulcan!
JR-Azar Vulcan is the world champion, but this match isn’t about the world champion.
King-This is about showing how much better Azar is.
Kris Gaffney-If Azar is the devil…does he know the other devils we had in the EMF…just asking.
(“Archaos theme” blasts on the PA system, Archaos walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Archaos Angels has simiarilities to Azar.
King-Your face will have similiarities to my fist if you don’t shut up.
Kris Gaffney-Ouch.
[Azar Vulcan and Archaos Angels stand in the middle of the ring, they talk trash, and they throw fists to the face, and Azar Vulcan connects with a knee lift. He whips Archaos Angels to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes Azar Vulcan connects with a back elbow to the face that puts down Archaos Angels. Archaos Angels gets up to his feet, and Azar Vulcan grabs Archaos, an dhe throws him towards the ring post. Archaos Angels slowly pulls himself out of the corner, and he falls into the corner, Azar Vulcan connects with various stomps in the corner on Archaos. Archaos gets up to his feet, and Azar Vulcan hits a kick to the gut, and he sets him up into a vertical suplex position, and he connects with a brain buster!! Azar Vulcan gets up to his feet, and he runs towards the ropes, he spring boards off of the second rope. He connects with a spring board moonsault on Archaos Angels. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2……….KICK OUT by Archaos Angels!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan hit a few big moves, but he couldn’t get it done.
King-Some people need more convincing how much better Azar is to them.
Kris Gaffney-Always helps to get more reminder of that…
[Azar Vulcan picks up Angels, and he connects with a few fists to the face, and once he stumbles back, he tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Archaos Angels. Azar Vulcan bounces off of the ropes, and Archaos Angels connects with a spinning heel kick to the face that puts down Azar Vulcan, Archaos Angels takes a few moments to rest up, he watches as Azar Vulcan gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, he connects with an impaler DDT. Archaos Angels recovers, and then he calls for the end of the match.]
JR-It seems that Archaos is looking to end this match.
King-Yeah, he hasn’t learned yet get him good Azar!
[Archaos Angels sets up Azar, but Azar throws Archaos Angels into the corner, Angels hits hard into the corner. Angels stumbles around, and Azar Vulcan connects with the Money Maker!! Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Archaos Angels. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Archaos Angels looked to end it, but it might have been too soon, and Azar took advantage.
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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.
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The arena lights dim as the first beats of "Lie, Cheat, Steal" by CFO$ echo through the speakers. Golden spotlights begin to flicker across the stage, and the screen above the entrance flashes the words "NO GOOD" in bold letters. The crowd starts to react as Vince "No Good" Navarro steps out from behind the curtain, a sly smirk on his face. He’s dressed in his sleek ring gear, adjusting his sunglasses as he pauses at the top of the ramp, arrogantly soaking in the crowd’s reaction. Vince walks down the ramp with exaggerated swagger, pointing to his chest and mouthing to the crowd, “The Bad Boy’s here!” As he struts forward, the golden lights continue flashing in rhythm with the music, highlighting his every step. Vince taunts fans along the way, blowing kisses to a few and brushing off the boos with a cocky laugh.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Making his way to the ring, from the Streets of Sin City, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is the 'No Good,' 'Dirty' Vince Navarro!"
Vince reaches the apron and dramatically wipes his feet on it before stepping into the ring, taking his time as he climbs through the ropes. Once inside, he walks to the center of the ring and spreads his arms wide, showing off to the crowd, as if basking in invisible applause. He then walks over to the ropes, standing on the middle rope and raising his hand to his ear as if daring the fans to boo louder.
JR-The Amigos have had a focus on the tag team titles.
King-They were tag team champions, and I’m guessing they are hoping they get there again.
Kris Gaffney-Probably
(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.)
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-The Maledictum it’s about more than the tag team championships, I’m certain they’d like to get a chance to take them off of a Few Badd Men.
King-That would be the icing on the cake.
[Samael Dredd and Malek Voss stare down each other, and the two throw fists to the face. Neither are backing down. Malek Voss throws a big fist to the face, but Samael Dredd ducks under, and he runs to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Malek Voss turns around, and he gets hit with a big boot to the face that knocks him backwards. He falls backwards, and out of the ring on to the apron. Malek Voss gets up to his feet, and he tries to get back into the ring, and he gets met with a kick to the face that stuns Voss over the second rope, and Samael Dredd hooks Malek Voss, and he connects with a Doomslayers Curse that drives Malek Voss into the mat. Samael Dredd makes the tag to Fenrir Kaine and he steps inside of the ring. He waits as Malek Voss getting up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Fenrir Kaine connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and he whips him to the ropes, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a spinning heel kick that drops Voss. Voss gets up, and he gets blasted with a super kick. Fenrir Kaine goes into the cover on Malek Voss, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2………KICK OUT by Malek Voss.]
JR-Malek Voss was able to kick out.
King-Voss is not used to facing a wrestlers with the power of Fenrir and Dredd.
Kris Gaffney-Guess he couldn’t have ruled it out, hopefully he was ready.
[Malek Voss gets picked up by Fenrir Kaine, and Malek Voss all of a sudden stands up, and he connects with a standing spine buster that plants Fenrir Kaine into the mat, and Malek Voss takes a few moments to rest up, and he watches as Fenrir Kaine gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, he connects with the cataclysm on Fenrir Kaine!! Malek Voss makes the tag to Vince Navarro, Navarro waits for Fenrir Kaine to get up to his feet, and he kicks Fenrir Kaine in the gut, and he sets him up, and he hits one vertical suplex, he spins up and he connects with another one, he spins up Vince Navarro connects with a final one to complete the Amigos forever!! Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, and Vince Navarro connects with a one handed face crusher.]
JR-Vince Navarro is looking to end this match.
King-It’s all or nothing.
Kris Gaffney-What if he tried a second rope fist drop.
King-Then Fenrir shouldn’t even try to kick out, because no one kicks out of that!
[Vince Navarro jumps off of the top rope, but before he can hit anything Fenrir Kaine moves out of the way. Samael Dredd pulls Malek Voss off of the apron. Fenrir Kaine connects with a Esclipse Driver on Vince Navarro. Fenrir Kaine hooks Vince Navarro’s leg into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]
JR-The team of Maledictum gets the victory.
King-Shut up JR King elbows JR
Kris Gaffney-If you Weeeeeeel.
(Fenrir Kaine and Samael Dredd celebrate as Shockwave goes off the air.)
