(Copyright information flashes on the screen. We go into a highlight screen that shows the teams in the main event. Jackson Gunner and Tony Ikeda defending the championships, and Samael Dredd and Fenrir Kaine and Billy Breeze and Travis Vortex path to the championship. The teams stare down each other as we fade into a introduction screen welcoming us to Legacy of Blood 2025. The lights are turned off as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on as fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. Then the camera zooms out to display the location information. We go into another sweep of the crowd as the commentators speak over it.)
JR-Welcome to the 2025 edition of Legacy of Blood, I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “The King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Billy Breeze and Travis Vortex, and the Maledictum want to become tag team champions, tonight the champions will attempt to defend against two very worthy challengers
Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night
(“Heavenly God music the Duck song edition” blasts on the PA system as Kenny Omegrape floats to the ring, he steps inside of the ring, and crowd rains down on him throwing grapes, and refs.)
JR-I…nevermind.
King-The Melon Gods appreciate the classic entrances.
Kris Gaffney-Guess that’s…a positive.
(“Demonic Devil Music” blasts on the PA system. Archaos Angels rises up through a ring of fire, and walks down to the ring.)
JR-We are getting a taste of the echo this man represents.
King-Never forget YOUR GOD
Kris Gaffney-We won’t…
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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-Austin Jameson Mercer has had a new look on everything since joining the Maledictum.
King-He was dangerous before, but now he’s on a different level.
Kris Gaffney-Same attitude though.
[Archaos Angels, Austin Jameson Mercer, and Kenny Omegrape stand in the middle of the ring.Each other look for the chance to attack. Archaos Angels and Austin Jameson Mercer throw fists to the face, both are not budging. Austin Jameson Mercer is the first to eye poke Archaos Angels. He tries to take advantage, but Archaos is able to throw Austin Jameson Mercer into Kenny Omegrape. Kenny Omegrape falls out of the ring. Archaos Angels connects with a few fists to the face of Austin Jameson Mercer, and he attempts to whip him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Archaos connects with a spinning heel kick to the face. Austin Jameson Mercer gets up to his feet, Archaos kicks AJM in the gut, and he plants him into the mat with a impaler DDT.]
JR-Archaos and Austin Jameson Mercer fought, and it seemed like that Archaos got the advantage of that one.
King-I think they were both thinking about an eye poke.
Kris Gaffney-Guess Archaos got there a little faster.
[Archaos Angels goes into the cover on Austin Jameson Mercer. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……Kenny Omegrape jumps into the picture, and he breaks up the count. Kenny Omegrape grabs Archaos Angels, and he throws him hard into the corner post. Austin Jameson Mercer gets up by the ropes, Kenny Omegrape measures up, and he runs at Austin Jameson Mercer, and he connects with a running cltohesline that sends Austin Jameson Mercer over the top rope. Kenny Omegrape see’s Archaos Angels stumbling towards him. Kenny Omegrape connects with a kick to the gut, and he sets him up. Kenny Omegrape drops him with a fisherman buster!! Kenny Omegrape goes into the cover on Archaos. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2……….KICK OUT by Archaos Angels!!]
JR-Kenny Omegrape hit him with a fisherman buster.
Kris Gaffney-Guess Angels didn’t respect his code.
King-Or that’s what the Melon Gods planned all along!
[Kenny Omegrape gets up to his feet, Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a blow to the back of the head. Kenny Omegrape throws Archaos out of the ring. Austin Jameson Mercer waits for Kenny Omegrape to get up to his feet. Austin Jameson Mercer connects with a few fists to the face of Kenny Omegrape. Austin Jameson Mercer attempts to whip Kenny Omegrape off of the ropes, but Kenny Omegrape is able to reverse the whip. Austin Jameson Mercer bounces off of the ropes. Kenny Omegrape goes for a cltohesline, but at the last moment Austin Jameson Mercer ducks under, Kenny turns around right into a red carpet. He stumbles around. Austin Jameson Mercer hooks Kenny Omegrape, and he connects with the world premiere into the bridge. The ref counts 1…………2…………KICK OUT by Kenny Omegrape!!]
JR-Kenny Omegrape kicks out.
Kris Gaffney-Luck!
King-There is nothing luck involved with the Melon Gods!
[Archaos Archoas runs in, and he grabs Austin Jameson Mercer, and he throws him hard into the ring post. Arhcoas sets up Kenny Omegrape, and he connects with the reverse crufix bomb!! Archaos Angels goes into the cover on Kenny OMegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………..2………….Austin Jameson Mercer comes out of no where, and he connects with the Final Cut!! Austin Jameson Mercer goes into the cover on Kenny Omegrape. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………….3!!]
JR-Austin Jameson Mercer 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-The Dungeon Master is coming off a huge win to become the new Extreme Champion.
King-But now he’s the hunted.
Kris Gaffney-He does have more of a chance to play his game when he has champion’s advantage.
King-That is true.
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 is going to attempt to get an advantage for Fenrir Kaine.
King-He’s likely knows it’s not going to be easy though.
Kris Gaffney-However Dredd is a former IC champion, and we know his ability, I’m certain that Fenrir confident in his abilities.
[Samael Dredd and The Dungeon Master stand in the middle of the ring, they stare down each other. The bell rings, and Samael Dredd and the Dungeon Master connects with a knee lift, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Samael Dredd, and he attempts to whip Samael Dredd, Samael Dredd is able to reverse the whip. The Dungeon Master bounces off of the ropes, Samael Dredd goes for a big boot, but the Dungeon Master is able to duck under. Samael Dredd turns and he gets hit with a few palm strikes, and the Dungeon Master connects with a few spinning back fists to the face. Samael Dredd gets angry, and he tries to answer back with a fist, but the Dungeon Master ducks under, and he connects with a super kick to complete the Nat 20 Combo, Samael Dredd stumbles around. Then the Dungeon Master connects with a reverse neck breaker on Samael Dredd. The Dungeon Master 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.]
JR-Samael Dredd kicks out!
King-The Dungeon Master is thinking of what to do next.
Kris Gaffney-Just to remember to carry the one.
[The Dungeon Master waits for Samael Dredd to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. He lifts him up on his shoulders, but at the last moment he connects with a with a few back elbows to the side of the head. Samael Dredd falls on the mat, and he falls against the ropes. Samael Dredd recovers, and the Dungeon Master tries to get the advantage back, and Samael Dredd throws him over the top rope, but Dungeon Master lands on his feet. Samael Dredd gets hit with a fist to the face, Dredd stumbles back. Dungeon Master tries to get back into the ring, Samael Dredd answers with a kick to the face that stuns The Dungeon Master, and he hooks the Dungeon Master, and he drops him with the Doomsayers Curse into the mat. The Dungeon Master picks him up, and he connects with a body slam on the Dungeon Master. Samael Dredd runs to the ropes, and he connects with a splash, Samael Dredd goes into the cover on the Dungeon Master the ref counts 1…….2………KICK OUT by the Dungeon Master!!]
JR-Almost three by Samael Dredd!!
King-Both wrestlers are going back and forth.
Kris Gaffney-These wrestlers are gaining a very extensive knowledge on each other, none of this is shocking to either.
[Samael Dredd waits for The Dungeon Master, he lift shim up, but the Dungeon Master is able to struggle out of the back. Samael Dredd turns around, and the Dungeon Master lifts him up, and he drops him with the Dragon’s Descend!! Dungeon Master holds Samael Dredd into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………..3!!]
JR-Dungeon Master gets the victory, and he’ll be able to make the gimmick.
(“The duck song” blasts on the PA system. Walter Melon walks out on the stage with Jack Heyman, and Walter Melon steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Walter Melon a former world champion is going to be an interesting factor in this match.
King-Plus he has great fruit knowledge.
Kris Gaffney-Always the important part.
(“I am greatness” blasts on the PA. Roman Reigns walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Roman Reigns has been a force in the EMF since debuting.
King-Need to make Roman look strong.
Kris Gaffney-LOL!
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’s ability to strike quickly is going to serve him well.
King-If he knocks someone out that could help him.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe, as long as he can take advantage of it.
[Walter Melon, Roman Reigns, and Little Mac stand in the ring. Ashley Irvine dressed up like a Melon Princess Peach ref yells fight. Everyone is confused, and Ashley yells “WATERMELON” and jumps out as the real ref is back, and the bell rings, and Roman Reigns goes for a jumping clothesline, but a the last moment Little Mac moves out of the way, and he connects with a clothesline over the top rope, and Roman reigns falls out of the top. Walter Melon goes for the spitting seeds, but Little Mac is able to duck under. Walter Melon turns around, and Little Mac connects with a liver punch, and follows it up with a running knee to the face of Walter Melon. Little Mac connects with a reverse neck breaker.]
JR-Little Mac starts out strong.
King-Just wait until he runs out of stars.
Kris Gaffney-He becomes pink for some reason…
[Little Mac goes into the cover on Walter Melon. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2……..Walter Melon is able to kick out. Little Mac gets up, and he knocks Roman Reigns off of the apron. Little Mac tursn around, and he gets hits with a jaw breaker. Walter Melon takes a few moments, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Little Mac, and Walter Melon connects with a few fists to the face, and he whips Little Mac to the ropes, and he connects with a falling front spine buster. Walter Melon goes into the corner, and he is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Walter Melon connects with the spitting seeds. Walter Melon goes into the cover on Little Mac the ref counts 1……….2…….KICK OUT by Little Mac. Walter Melon picks up Little Mac, and he connects with a body slam.]
JR-Little Mac might be in trouble.
King-He was always in trouble, that’s what happens when you face GOD!
Kris Gaffney-So one would think…
[Walter Melon climbs up to the top rope, but before he can hit the fruit smash splash Roman Reigns comes out of no where, and he pushes him off of the top rope to the outside of the ring. Little Mac is up, he tries to attack Roman Reigns, but at the last moment Roman Reigns surprises him with a hang man. Little Mac stumbles back. Roman Reigns steps inside of the ring, and he waits for Little Mac to get where he wants him, and he connects with the super man punch that drops Little Mac. Roman Reigns 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. Roman Reigns goes into the corner, and he motions for Little Mac to get up to his feet.]
JR-Roman Reigns looking to end this match.
King-Well, if you can’t beat God…go after the other one.
Kris Gaffney-I thought it was god’s plan?
King-Shut up KG!
[Roman Reigns yells in the corner, and he runs at Little Mac, and he connects with a spear on Little Mac. Roman Reigns goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……Walter Melon connects with the fruit smash splash on Roman Reigns and Little Mac!! Walter Melon goes into the cover on Roman Reigns, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2…………3!!]
JR-Walter Melon gets the victory!
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system as Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera, and he steps inside of the cage.)
JR-Zack Ryder has shown the ability to keep on fighting.
King-In this match he’ll need that, and more.
Kris Gaffney-However, if it’s one person who can do it, it’s Zack Ryder.
[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 power is going to give him an advantage.
King-There isn’t as many places to run in this.
Kris Gaffney-So a speed advantage will be more difficult to use.
[Zack Ryder and Mansa Carthage stand face to face, Zack Ryder ducks under a fist to the face, and he connects with a few fists to the face, and he stuns Mansa Carthage, Zack Ryder runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage out of no where connects with a big boot to the face that puts down Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder is down on the mat, Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet. Mansa Carthage grabs Zack Ryder around the throat, and he throws him hard into the corner, and he crashes hard into the corner. Zack Ryder stumbles out of the corner, Mansa Carthage picks up Zack Ryder, and he connects with a double handed choke bomb. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he yells for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, Mansa Carthage connects with a super man punch, Mansa Carthage 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!
Kris Gaffney-Mansa Carthage probably isn’t shocked.
King-If he did any video scouting at all, probably not.
[Mansa Carthage waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage grabs Zack Ryder around the throat, and he lifts him up for a choke slam, but at the last moment Zack Ryder counters with a DDT that plants him down on the mat. Zack Ryder takes a few moments to rest up, he rolls into the corner, and he gets up with the help of the ropes. Mansa Carthage charges at Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder counters with a drop toe hold that sends him flying into the ropes, and Zack Ryder gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, he connects with a few fists to the face, and he tries to whip Mansa Carthage to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Mansa Carthage. Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage lowers his head, and Zack Ryder connects with a swinging neck breaker. He calls for the Rough Ryder.]
JR-Zack Ryder might be looking to end this match right here.
King-Sick bro.
Kris Gaffney-Wonder if it’s that time though.
[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but it’s blocked turned, and Mansa Carthage connects with the Dragon’s Descend with a little extra height. Mansa Carthage holds Zack Ryder into a pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Zack Ryder got caught, and Mansa Carthage took advantage.
(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- Taking on Azar Vulcan would be another chapter in the feud…of…facing a man who’s already better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-Not sure I like that fued..
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The arena lights dim, and the opening beats of NSYNC's "Bye Bye Bye" blast through the speakers. As soon as the first note hits, bright spotlights flash in sync with the music, and a thick cloud of smoke rises from the stage. The crowd immediately erupts in a mix of cheers and laughter, knowing they’re in for something special. As the beat drops, multicolored fireworks explode around the stage, and through the smoke, Patrick Payne bursts out, dancing his way onto the stage like he’s straight out of a 90s boy band video. Patrick starts hitting the iconic "Bye Bye Bye" choreography, exaggerated and dripping with his own flavor. He smirks at the camera, pointing at random fans in the crowd, and moving with the beat like he’s starring in his own music video. He stops midway down the ramp, faking a pause, and then launches back into the dance, arms waving and hips moving as the crowd sings along to the chorus.
EMF Ring Announcer: From wherever he damn well pleases, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall, weighing in at 210 pounds he is the unpredictable, the unstoppable, Patrick ˜The PP Express Payne!!!
As the music continues, the lights flash in rhythm, and Patrick slides into the spotlight, twirling and dipping to the beat. Nearing the ring, he stops for a second, tilts his head toward the camera, and breaks into a final burst of the dance, fully embracing the ridiculousness of it all. Without breaking his flow, he leaps over the top rope with a fluid, acrobatic jump, landing in a perfect roll before bouncing right back into the Bye Bye Bye dance inside the ring. Patrick moves effortlessly, finishing his routine by running up the turnbuckle, arms wide, and executing a picture-perfect backflip off the top rope. As his feet hit the mat, he drops into a flawless superhero landing, kneeling down, one fist on the ground, with a cocky grin stretched across his face. He rises slowly, arms outstretched, soaking in the crowd’s reaction, while the music fades and the lights settle back to normal. The camera zooms in as Patrick winks at the audience, mouthing, "You’re welcome!" before leaning casually against the ropes, waiting for his match to begin.
JR-Patrick Payne was the man who Azar took the championship from, and since then has been trying to get it back.
King-He should know how much better Azar is!
Kris Gaffney-Guess he loves competition.
[Patrick Payne, and Aari Maxwell pace around the ring, they lock up. Patrick Payne is able to put Aari Maxwell into a side head lock, and he puts on the pressure. Aari Maxwell looks for a way out of the hold, and he tries to get to the side, and Aari Maxwell goes for a belly to back suplex, but Patrick Payne is able to reverse it by rolling out of the back. Patrick Payne connects with a reverse jaw breaker. Patrick Payne whips Aari Maxwell to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne connects with a hip toss that sends him flying across the ring. Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet. Patrick Payne throws him hard into the cage side. Aari Maxwell falls backwards. Aari Maxwell gets picked up, and he gets hit with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off connects with the flight risk!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell.]
JR-Aari Maxwell was able to kick out before the count of three.
King-Patrick is going to have to think of a new plan.
Kris Gaffney-Crikey!
[Patrick Payne waits for Aari Maxwell to get up to his feet. Patrick Payne goes for the Payne Per View, and Aari Maxwell counters with a twist, and he connects with a release northern lights suplex that sends Patrick Payne flying across the ring. Aari Maxwell grabs Patrick Payne, and he throws him hard into the cage side. Patrick Payne stumbles backwards. Aari Maxwell waits for Patrick Payne to get where he wants him. Aari Maxwell runs towards the ropes, he spring boards off of the ropes, and he connects with a spring board cutter dropping Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne is down on the mat. Aari Maxwell pushes him on to his back. Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………….KICK OUT by Patrick Payne. Aari Maxwell picks him up, and he connects with a body slam.]
JR-Aari Maxwell looks to continue the momentum.
King-In the jungle it’s not who is winning, it’s who wins.
Kris Gaffney-Unless your Angelus Archer, then you can lose, and not lose!
[Aari Maxwell goes up to the top rope, and he jumps off for My Kingdom, but at the last moment Patrick Payne moves out of the way. Aari Maxwell crashes into the mat, slowly he gets up to his feet. Patrick Payne hooks Aari, and he drops him with the Payne Per View!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………..3!!]
JR-Patrick Payne gets the victory
[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-Billy Breeze and Travis Vortex quick striking to drive someone through a table.
King-Plus if things go wrong, they can use a time machine.
Kris Gaffney-Or turn everyone into Cornenbergs
King-There is that…
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.
(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-Samael Dredd and Fenrir Kaine has a blend of power and speed.
King-Plus they can call in a man who’s already better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-I’d say he doesn’t have anything to do…but I guess already knowing he’s better than everyone else is enough.
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, he steps inside of the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
Suddenly, the powerful tones of “Twilight of the Thunder God” by Amon Arnath engulfed the arena. Lights went pitch black for a moment, and when they return, they danced in a patriotic sequence of Red, White, and Blue while sparks rained down from the ceiling. The camera panned around quickly, searching for the source of the entrance, finally setting halfway up the stands in the crowd. There stood Jackson Gunner followed by Wade Wilson, surrounded by a sea of ecstatic fans. The crowd’s roars intensified as he tore off his tank top, throwing it to a lucky audience member. In a gesture of sheer energy, he beat his chest and threw his hands into the air, forming an X, signaling his readiness for battle as his Championship drapes over his shoulder.)
Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman! Making his way through the crowd, hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii, standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 250 pounds… he is the reigning EMF TV Champion, “THE SMILING WARRIOR” JACKSON “KOA KOA” GUNNER!
JR-Jackson Gunner and Tony Ikeda are going to have their work cut out for them.
King-However, they still need to be defeated so they somewhat still have their championship advantage.
Kris Gaffney-Plus I doubt they would ever get DQed or counted out on purpose, so nothing different.
[Jackson Gunner, Tony Ikeda, Billy Breeze, Travis Vortex, Samael Dredd, and Fenrir Kaine stand in opposite corner. The bell rings, and then the ring erupts in a brawl, and all teams start to spill out of the ring other than Billy Breeze and Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner goes for a wild fist, Billy Breeze ducks under, and he connects with a t-bone suplex. Jackson Gunner gets up to his feet, and Billy Breeze tries to through him over the top rope through a table on the outside of the ring. Jackson lands on the apron. Jackson connects with a fist to the face, and he goes up to the top rope, and he jumps off for a double axe handle, but it’ scountered with a harlem hook. Tony Ikeda attempts to help, but Travis Vortex heads him off, and he connects with a few fists to the face, he whips Tony Ikeda to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Travis Vortex connects with a hip toss, and this sends Tony Ikeda flying across the ring. Travis Vortex connects with a hurricananra to complete the Time Twist.]
JR-Tony Ikeda might be in trouble here.
King-He’s seen it, done it.
Kris Gaffney-That’s because he’s old!
[Tony Ikeda gets up, and he falls out of the ring, and Travis Vortex follows him out of the ring, and he goes after Tony Ikeda. Travis Vortex tries to whip him to the ring steps, but Tony Ikeda is able to reverse the whip. Travis Vortex crashes into the ring steps. Travis Vortex is in pain, and Tony Ikeda waits for Travis Vortex trying to take time to recover, and once he gets up to his feet, he kicks him in the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a snap suplex. Tony Ikeda gets up he hooks Travis Vortex, and he connects with a full nelson slam. Tony Ikeda gets up, and he gets driven through a table by Fenrir Kaine with a spine buster TONY IKEDA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!! Jackson Gunner in the ring is fighting with Billy Breeze. Jackson attempts to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Billy Breeze. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes, Billy Breeze lowers his head, Jackson Gunner connects with a running DDT!! Jackson Gunner grabs Billy Breeze and he throws him over the top rope, Billy Breeze crashes through a table, BILLY BREEZE IS ELIMINATED!!]
JR-Just rememeber, even when eliminated that does not mean they leave, the team fights on until both wrestlers are put through a table by an offensive move.
Kris Gaffney-So far only the Maledictum is at full force.
Kris Gaffney-The odds are on their side.
[Jackson Gunner gets thrown over the ropes by Samael Dredd. Jackson Gunner lands on the apron. He connects with a forearm shot to the face that knocks him backwards. Jackson Gunner attempts to get back into the ring. Samael Dredd is able to counter with a kick to the face that stuns Jackson Gunner, and he sets up Jackson Gunner, and he connects with the Doom Slayers Curse that drives down Jackson Gunner. Samael Dredd grabs a table, and he puts it in the corner, he puts Jackson Gunner on the table, and he runs at Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner counters with a back elbow that stuns Samael Dredd. Jackson Gunner rolls away. Samael Dredd stumbles around, and he gets set up, and driven through the table with a full nelson slam by Tony Ikeda!! SAMAEL DREDD IS ELIMINATED!! Fenrir Kaine is ready for Tony Ikeda, and he drops him with a super kick. Jackson Gunner attempts to attack Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes Fenrir Kaine connects with a pop up Samoan Drop!]
JR-Fenrir Kaine looks like he’s gaining momentum for his team.
King-The Maledictum are going to be difficult to beat at this point, Tony/Gunner and Billy Breeze/Vortex both got their first team members eliminated early.
Kris Gaffney-Although…
[Fenrir Kaine runs at Billy Breeze, and he goes for a super kick, but he ducks under, and he throws him over the otp rope. Fenrir Kaine goes through a table. FENRIR KAINE IS ELIMINATED (thus so is Fenrir/Dredd)!! Travis Vortex attempts to knock Jackson Gunner through a table, he backs up, and he runs at Jackson Gunner. Jackson Gunner ducks under, and he connects with a back body drop over the top rope. Travis Vortex crashes into the table. TRAVIS VORTEX IS ELIMNATED (Thus so is Breeze/Vortex is eliminated) Gunner/Tony wins!!]
Kris Gaffney-Getting the chance to rest might help them.
King-Shut up KG
(Tony Ikeda and Jackson Gunner get the hold the championships on the mat on the ring as they are feeling the effects of the match as Legacy of Blood goes off the air.)
