(The EMF logo flashes on the screen)
(The arena is darken as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on as fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera get a few shots of the crowd. The camera zooms out to display the location information. We get a another shot of the crowd as commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to Saturday Shockwave, hello and welcome I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight two teams will do battle for a contendership in the tag team championship.
Kris Gaffney-Billy Breeze and Travis Vortex will take on the team of Fenrir Kaine and Samael Dredd
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
The arena dims—clean and sharp. No theatrics. Just focus. Then—
“Return of the Mac” hits with that unmistakable groove.
The bass kicks in. The crowd pops.
They know what time it is.
Little Mac steps through the curtain.
He’s wearing a sleeveless hoodie—unzipped, hood down—his hands wrapped tight in black tape, knuckles calloused and exposed.
He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing lightly, eyes sharp, focused. He’s not playing to the crowd—he’s staying loose, staying ready.
Behind him, cool and steady, is Doc Louis, gum in his mouth, towel over one shoulder, nodding like he’s seen this win already.
Mac moves with confidence. Controlled swagger.
Taps his fists together as he walks.
No flash. No posturing. Just presence.
The strobe lights hit light gold and white as the beat pulses, but never overwhelm—because Mac’s energy doesn’t need dressing up.
The fans reach out—he slaps a few hands, nods to others, but he never stops moving. His rhythm is the beat of the ring.
He slides into the ring clean and low, pops up in one fluid motion, and immediately circles the ropes once—keeping his hands moving.
A short jab. A sidestep.
Always working. Always tuned in.
He hits the corner turnbuckle, hops up to the second rope, and raises one wrapped fist in the air—no grin, no posing. Just a statement:
“You’re stepping into my fight now.”
Samantha Irvin fires off with intensity:
"Making his way to the ring… accompanied by Doc Louis… from the Bronx, New York… weighing in at 200 pounds… he is THE PRIZE FIGHTER… LITTLLLLLLLEEEEE MAC!"
Mac drops down, rolls his shoulders, paces back to his corner. Doc gives him a nod, mutters something low.
Mac taps his fists together, leans into the ropes, and eyes his opponent like a sniper finding range.
He doesn’t flex.
He doesn’t scream.
He fights.
And you’d better pray your chin holds up.
JR-Little Mac is going to strike quick and hard to win this match.
King-Luckily he’s very good at that.
Kris Gaffney-Unless he’s facing Mike Tyson wink
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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 looking to get into a title race.
King-His Cold Day in Hell didn’t work out quite as he wanted, but he can change it.
Kris Gaffney-That’s gonna be KANE….sorry…I had that left over from Cold Day in Hell.
King-….
[Little Mac and Patrick Payne stand in the middle of the irng, the bell rings, and Patrick Payne ducks under a wild fist to the face by Little Mac. Ltitle Mac turns around, and he gets knocked down with a running clothesline that puts down Little Mac. Patrick Payne waits for Little Mac to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, Patrick Payne grabs his arm, and he connects with a few short arm shoulder blocks, and he connects with a few short arm shoulder blocks. Then he whips hi to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac bounces off of the ropes. Patrick Payne lifts him up, and he connects with a one man flap jack. Little Mac is slow to get up to his feet, and he connects with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he connects with the flight risk!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Little Mac, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…….KICK OUT by Little Mac!! Patrick Payne connects with a few stomps on Little Mac, and he calls for the end of the mathc.]
JR-Little Mac might be in trouble here.
King-Hoepfully he can last the round.
Kris Gaffney-There are no rounds.
King-Yikes!
[Little Mac is slow to get up to his feet, and Patrick Payne sets him up for the Payne Per View, but it’s countered into a Russian leg sweep, and Little Mac is slow to recover, and he connects with a liver punch, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a running knee, and he connects with ar everse neck breaker!!]
JR-Little Mac is back on the attack!
King-Ha!
[Little Mac waits for Patrick Payne to get up to his feet, and he goes for the KO punch, but it’s ducked under, and Patrick Payne sets up Little Mac and he drops him with the Payne Per View!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……….2………3!!]
JR-Little Mac went to end it, but Patrick Payne took advantage.
(“Stars in the sky” blasts on the PA system. Paige walks out on the stage. Paige walks down the ramp, and she steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Paige has faced with Luna Spectra before.
King-She’s knows what she has to do.
Kris Gaffney-Definitely not get beemed up…or booped or whatever.
(“Luna Spectra’s theme” blasts on the PA system. Luna Spectra walks out on the stage, and she steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Luna Spectra is going to have the power, and size advantage.
King-Plus she’s a space alien…according to Wade Wilson he’s yet to find a alien that isn’t better than you.
Kris Gaffney-Good to know.
[Paige and Luna Spectra pace around the ring, Luna Spectra hits a few forearm shots to the face that knocks her backwards. Paige ducks one of the fists, and she connects with a low drop kick to the leg which puts Luna Spectra into a kneeing position. Paige runs towards the ropes, and she connects with a knee to the face that puts down Luna Spectra. Luna Spectra falls backwards. She gets up in the corner dazed, and Paige runs at Luna Spectra, and Paige connects with a jumping clothesline in the corner. Paige waits for Luna Spectra to stumble out of the corner. Paige sets up Luna and connects with the Paige Turner. Paige goes into the cover on Luna Spectra. The ref counts 1………..2………KICK OUT by Luna Spectra.]
JR-Paige connected with the Paige Turner, but it didn’t quite work as she wished.
King-That used to work even when the move didn’t.
Kris Gaffney-AJ Lee is not a fan.
[Paige waits for Luna Spectra, she attempts to lifts her up, but it’s blocked, and Luna Spectra connects with a double axe handle. Paige stumbles around, Luna Spectra waits as Paige stumbles towards Luna. Luna lifts up Paige, and she connects with a standing spine buster.]
JR-Luna was able to block the Ram-Paige.
King-Guess it was worth a try.
[Luna runs at Paige, but Paige moves out of the way. Luna hits into the turnbuckle. Paige picks Luna up, and drops her with the Ram-Paige!! Paige goes into the cover on Luna, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2…………3!!]
King-Well…second times the charm it would seem.
(“I am greatness” blasts on the PA system. Roman Reigns walks out on the stage, and he poses on the stage. He walk down to the ring.)
JR-Roman Reigns tonight goes against the world champion.
King-I’d wonder if we have to make various world championship to give it all to Roman, but then I remembered we have a man that’s already better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-Makes things easy.
[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-This is the first meeting of these two if I’m not wrong.
King-You are wrong, because you suck JR!
[Azar Vulcan and Roman Reigns stand in the middle of the ring. They talk trash, they throw fists to the face. Both wrestlers are standing tall until Roman Reigns can hit a few fists to the face. Azar Vulcan seeing that the advantage is going towards Roman hits an eye rake. Azar Vulcan grabs Roman Reigns, and he connects with a short arm clothesline that puts down. Roman REigns is slow to get up to his feet, and Azar Vulcan connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. He whips Roman off of the ropes. Roman Reigns bounces off of the ropes, and he lowers his head. Azar Vulcan connects with a back body drop that sends Roman Reigns flying into the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Azar Vulcan is slow to get up to his feet. Roman Reigns gets up to his feet. Azar Vulcan connects with a kick to the gut, and he sets him up into a vertical suplex, and he lift shim up, and he connects with a brain buster. Azar Vulcan runs towards the ropes, and he jumps on the second rope, and he connects iwht a spring board moonsault. Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Roman Reigns. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…….KICK OUT by Roman Reigns!!]
JR-Roman Reigns was able to kick out.
King-Roman does need to look strong…but then again Azar is already better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-Sounds like a big problem
[Roman Reigns gets up to his feet. Azar Vulcan oges for the Money Maker, but Roman Reigns ducks under, and he connects with a spine buster. Roman Reigns goes to the corner. He measures up, and Roman Reigns connects with the super man punch, and Roman Reigns decide not to go for the pin, instead he goes back into the corner, and he motions for Azar Vulcan to get up to his feet.]
JR-Roman looks to end this.
King-This would make Roman look strong, but I got a feeling how this will end.
[Roman runs out of the corner, but ti’s countered with a kcik to the face, and Azar connects with the Money Maker on Roman Reigns. Roman goes down. Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Roman Reigns, the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……………2………3!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan makes counter at the last moment, and gets the victory.
(“Archaos Angels theme” blasts on the PA system as Archaos Angels walks out on the stage, and he walks down the ramp, and enters the ring.)
JR-Angels is coming off a very physical first blood match with Zack Ryder.
King-Archaos
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 being the Extreme Champion shoulder be able to match Archaos Angels physicality.
King-Wonder how Angels math.
Kris Gaffney-I just worry Dungeon Master is going to face Scott Steiner one day.
[Archaos Angels and the Dungeon Master stand in the middle of the ring. They stare down each other. Archaos Angels ducks under a wild fist to the face, and Archaos Angels runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. The Dungeon Master connects with a few palm strikes then spinning chops. Archaos Angels tries to answer with a fist to the face. The Dungeon Master ducks under, and he connects with a super kick to complete the Nat 20 Combo. Archaos Angels goes into the corner. The Dungeon Master runs and he connects with a running knee, followed by a sling shot DDT into the mat. The Dungeon Master complete it with a standing moonsault into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2…….KCIK OUT by Archaos Angels. The Dungeon Master picks up Archaos Angels, and he connects with a body slam.]
JR-The Dungeon Master is looking to go for a big move.
Kris Gaffney-It could end the match.
King-Maybe if it’s a second rope fist drop.
[The Dungeon Master goes for a second rope fist drop, but at the last moment Archaos Angels moves out of the way. Archaos Angels is slow to get up to his feet. The Dungeon Master gets up to his feet, and Archaos kicks him in the get, and he plants him into the mat with an impaler DDT. Archaos Angels watches as the Dungeon Master goes into the corner into a seated position. Archaos Angels connects with a running knee to the face on the Dungeon Master!!]
JR-Archaos Angels is gaining momentum.
King-Zack Ryder is not a fan of this.
Kris Gaffney-Probably not.
[The Dungeon Master gets up to his feet Arhchoas hooks him for his finisher, but the Dungeon Master elbows out of it. He turns it around. The Dungeon Master lifts him up, the Dungeon Master drops Archoas for the Critical shot!! Archaos seems out of it. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Archaos. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master was able to slide out of the move, and got the victory.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-This is a renewal of the days of the Golden Empire vs. A Few Badd Men.
King-Zack Ryder is very familiar with the power of Ragnar.
Kris Gaffney-He’s probably needs to make sure that he doesn’t get to use it.
The arena lights dim, plunging the space into an anticipatory darkness. A hushed silence falls over the crowd, broken only by the distant sound of thunder. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Medieval Viking Music - For Honor (Ft. Peyton Parrish)" resonate through the speakers, their haunting melody echoing in the vastness of the arena.
As the music swells, the titantron flickers to life, displaying a mist-covered Nordic landscape. Towering mountains and dense, shadowy forests under a twilight sky fill the screen, creating an atmosphere of ancient, rugged wilderness.
Amidst this mystical backdrop, scenes of Viking lore begin to unfold on the titantron. Images of longships sailing through stormy seas, warriors brandishing shields and axes, and ethereal figures of Valkyries descending from the heavens captivate the audience, weaving a tale of epic battles and Norse mythology.
A deep, bellowing horn sounds, reminiscent of a Gjallarhorn, heralding the approach of a warrior. The crowd stirs with excitement as a lone figure emerges from the backstage, his silhouette imposing and powerful.
Ragnar Ayerswindale steps into the light, his figure colossal and commanding. He stands for a moment at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena with a calm, unyielding gaze. His attire, a fusion of traditional Viking elements and modern combat gear, complements his muscular build, and Norse runes glint on his gear under the arena lights.
As he begins his descent down the ramp, the music intensifies. The titantron shows images of thunderous battles juxtaposed with serene, majestic landscapes of the Nordic fjords, symbolizing the duality of Ragnar's nature – both a fierce warrior and a stoic guardian of ancient traditions.
Ragnar's movements are deliberate and measured, exuding confidence and a sense of purpose. He occasionally pauses to make eye contact with fans, his expression unchanging, an embodiment of the calm before the storm.
Reaching the ring, Ragnar ascends the steel steps with ease. He stands on the apron for a moment, closing his eyes as if to draw strength from the gods themselves. Then, with a swift and fluid motion, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring.
The music reaches a crescendo, and Ragnar raises his arms, acknowledging the crowd and the arena. The Norse imagery on the titantron gives way to a single, ancient rune, glowing brightly as if imbued with mystical power.
As the music fades and the lights return to normal, Ragnar begins his pre-match ritual, a silent nod to the Viking warriors of old. The arena buzzes with anticipation, the presence of this modern-day Viking leaving an indelible mark on all who witness his entrance.
JR-Ragnar on the other hand is also very familiar with Zack Ryders resilience.
King-He knows he’s going into a fight for sure.
[Zack Ryder and Ragnar Ayerswindale stand in the middle of the ring. Zack Ryder and Ragnar Ayerswindale throw fists to the face, Zack Ryder ducks under one, and he runs towards the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder gets knocked down with a standing shoulder that puts him down on the mat. Ragnar Ayerswindale waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet, and he connects with a standing spine buster, and Ragnar Ayerswindale waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet. Zack Ryder gets kicked in the gut, and Ragnar Ayerswindale lifts him up, and he connects with the RUnestone power bomb. Ragnar Ayerswindale 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. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a few stomps on the downed Zack Ryder.]
JR-A few big moves by Ragnar so far has got Ragnar in control of this match.
King-Still…if he had the Melon Gods on his side, it would be better.
Kris Gaffney-I’m sure.
[Ragnar Ayerswindale waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet. Ragnar whips Zack Ryder to the ropes. Zack Ryder gaining extra momentum as he comes off of the ropes. Ragnar and Zack Ryder knock down each other with a double clothesline. Ragnar Ayerswindale crashes into the mat, and both wrestlers are down on the mat. Zack Ryder are slow to get up to their feet. Zack Ryder connects with a reverse jaw breaker that knocks back Ragnar Ayerswindale into the corner. Zack Ryder runs at Ragnar Ayerswindale, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder takes a few steps back while still feeling the effects of the match earlier. Ragnar Ayerswindale falls into the corner. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up. He fist pumps, and he connects with a broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder backs up, and he falls against the ropes, and he calls for the Rough Ryder.]
JR-Instead of going for a pin, it seems Zack Ryder is going to attempt to end this match right now.
King-This could be good strategy.
Kris Gaffney-He hasn’t really gotten a chance to rest also.
[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but it’s blocked, and Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with another runestone powerbomb, right into the midgard serpent lock. Zack Ryder tries to fight it, but seemingly fades. After getting no response the ref calls for the bell. Ragnar Ayerswindale wins via submission!!]
JR-Zack Ryder went for it all, and it didn’t quite work out.
(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-Fenrir Kaine and Samael Dredd power are always going to make them dangerous.
King-Let’s not forget both can do things most big men can’t.
Kris Gaffney-Without a doubt.
[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 have been tag team champions before.
King-They want to go back to the past to be like that again.
Kris Gaffney-Again…you’d think burp that Travis wouldn’t be a fan of Time Machines.
[Travis Vortex and Fenrir Kaine pace around the ring as the bell rings, Fenrir Kaine locks up. Fenrir Kaine pushes him backwards, and he pushes him into the corner. Fenrir Kaine connects with a few knee’s into the gut in the corner. Fenrir Kaine to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Fenrir Kaine connects with a back elbow to the face. Travis Vortex is slow to get up to his feet, Fenrir Kaine connects with a super kick that puts dhim down on the mat. Travis Vortex is slow to get up to his feet, Fenrir Kaine connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and he whips Fenrir Kaine to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine pushes him up in the air. Fenrir Kaine connects with a pop up samoan drop that puts him down on the mat. Fenrir Kaine makes the tag to Samael Dredd. Travis Vortex rolls under the ropes, and he tries to get back into the ring. Samael Dredd kicks him and he connects with the Doomsayers Curse on Travis Vortex. Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Travis Vortex, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………….2…………..KICK OUT by Travis Vortex.]
JR-Travis Vortex was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-I think Travis might be so impressed he might keep the Maledictum in mind if he ever needs to do a heist.
Kris Gaffney-You son of a bitch, I’m in!
[Samael Dredd picks him up over his shoulders, and he lifts him up, but Travis Vortex connects with a few elbows to the side of the face. Travis Vortex lands behind Samael Dredd. Travis Vortex connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Samael Dredd whips him to the ropes, Samael Dredd bounces off of the ropes. Travis Vortex Vortex connects with a hip toss that sends him down on the mat. Travis Vortex connects with a hurricanarana to complete the Time Twist. Travis Vortex makes the tag on Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze steps inside of the ring. Billy Breeze steps inside of the ring, Billy Breeze connects with a few fists to the face, and Samael Dredd goes for a fist to the face. Billy Breeze ducks under, and Samael Dredd connects with a belly to back suplex that puts him down on the mat. Samael Dredd is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Samael Dredd is down on the mat, Samael Dredd gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, he lifts him up, and he connects with the Harlem Hook on Samael Dredd. Billy Breeze 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. Billy Breeze lifts up Samael Dredd, but Dredd counters with a jaw breaker that knocks him backwards.]
JR-Billy Breeze seemed to breath new life into the team of Breeze and Vortex.
King-Now I’m not certain that Breeze can breath.
Kris Gaffney-Guess not.
[Samael Dredd lifts up Billy Breeze, but Billy Breeze counters with a small package pinning combination on Samael Dredd. 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-Billy Breeze seemed to be in trouble, but he turned it around to get the victory for his team.
