(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We go into the darken arena as pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on, and fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera zooms out to display the location information, we get another shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to Saturday Shockwave. I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight Jackson Gunner will take on Samael Dredd.
Kris Gaffney-With Dark Horizon on the mind, this will be an intense match.
JR-Lets get started with the first match of the night.
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.
[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 and The Dungeon Master have had their matches as a team.
King-Even though their more singles wrestlers.
Kris Gaffney-So their the Anti Road Dogg and X-Pac
King-Exactly!
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.
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.
(Mac has a Kendo stick)
JR-This team has probably teamed up more.
King-A unique
[Mansa Carthage and Luca Bellarosa pace around the ring. Mansa Carthage is able to duck a fist, Mansa Carthage connects with a hook to the ribs, and he whips him to the ropes, and he throws him hard into the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he connects with the super man punch that puts down Luca Bellarosa. Mansa Carthage makes the tag to The Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master steps inside of the ring. The Dungeon Master connects with a palm strikes, then a few spinning chop. The Dungeon Master ducks under a fist by Luca Bellarosa. Luca Bellarosa tursn around right into a super kick by the Dungeon Master. Luca Bellarosa goes down. The Dungeon Master goes into the cover on Luca Bellarosa. The ref counts 1……….2…….KICK OUT by Luca Bellarosa!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master hit the Nat 20 combo, but he was able to kick out.
King-Maybe he should have use the Nat 21.
Kris Gaffney-The Undertaker probably doesn’t think so…
[Luca Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet. The Dungeon Master lifts him up, but he is able to slide out of the back. Luca Bellarosa pushes the Dungeon Master into the corner. The Dungeon Master crashes into the corner, and he stumbles out of the corner, and Luca Bellarosa connects with reverse neck breaker that puts down the Dungeon Master. Luca Bellarosa gets up, and he makes the tag to Little Mac. Little Mac steps inside of the ring, and he connects with a running clothesline that puts down The Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master gets up to his feet, and he connects with a liver punch, and then follows through with a reverse neck breaker. Little Mac makes the tag to Luca Bellarosa.]
JR-Quick tags.
King-I’m pretty sure there are some punch out matches he wish he could just tag in Doc.
Kris Gaffney-Doc advice says I would advise myself from doing that.
King-Probably smart.
[The Dungeon Master gets picked up, but the Dungeon Master slides out of the back connecting with a super kcik, and he makes the tag to Mansa. The Dungeon Master attacks Little Mac. Mansa sets up Luca, and he connects with a Dragons Descend. Mansa Carthage holds Luca in a pin, the ref goes into position tomake the count. The ref counts 1…………2………….3!!]
JR-Mansa and the Dungeon Master get the victory.
(“Main Event-ish” blasts on the PA system as Jey Uso walks out through the crowd. He steps over the barricade. Jey Uso steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jey Uso is looking to challenge Jasper Ace.
King-He knows Jasper does have potential.
Kris Gaffney-You can never let your guard down in that case.
(“Jasper Ace’s theme” blasts on the PA system. Jasper Ace walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Jasper Ace has been looking to gain his footing.
King-This might be the week
Kris Gaffney-Maybe
[Jasper Ace and Jey Uso throw fists to the face, neither one is backing down, and they throw fists to the face. Jey Uso ducks under, and he runs otward sthe ropes,a nd he connects with a flying forearm shot to the face that knocks down Jasper Ace. Jasper Ace gets up to his feet, and he thorws a wild fist ot the face, and Jey Uso connects with a belly to back reverse neck breaker, and Jey Uso goes into the cover, an dhte ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Jasper Ace! Jey Uso connects with a few stomps on the dowend Jasper Ace.]
JR-Jey Uso is in control here.
King-So far Jasper Ace is being Jasper Joker.
Kris Gaffney-Double J? This isn’t great!
[Jey Uso goes for a super kick that Jasper Ace ducks under, and he kicks Jey Uso and he connects with a an impaler DDT nto the mat. Jey Uso is down on the mat, and Jey Uso gets up to his feet, and Jasper Ace connects with a jumping inverted Russian leg sweep!]
JR-Jey Uso might be in trouble.
King-Not quite what he was hoping for.
Kris Gaffney-Guess not
[Jey Uso is slow to get up to his feet, Jasper Ace lifts him up, but he is able to slide out of the back. Jey Uso connects with a super kick that puts him down on the mat. Jey Uso goes into the cover, and then he climbs up to the top rope. Jey Uso connects with an Uso splash on Jasper Ace. Jey Uso goes into the cover on Jasper Ace. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……………3!!]
JR-Jey Uso gets the victory
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system as Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder knows he’s in for a fight here.
King-Chaos loves fighting.
Kris Gaffney-Ouch, Bro!
(The arena lights suddenly cut out, plunging everything into darkness. For a brief moment, the only sound is the murmur of the crowd, uncertain of what’s about to happen. Then, with a crackle of static, “My Way” by Frank Sinatra begins to play. But it’s not the smooth, classic version everyone knows—this one is slightly distorted, as if being played on an old, warbled record.
A lone spotlight flickers on, illuminating the entrance ramp where Jack "The Anarchist" Lynch stands, his silhouette stark against the chaos flashing on the titantron behind him—glitchy visuals of riots, fires, and carnage intercut with scenes from black-and-white films, all overlayed with the words "The Anarchist" in jagged, graffiti-style text.)
Announcer: Making his way to the ring. Fight from Wellington, New Zealand
. He stands 6'1" and weighs 230 pounds. He is The Anarchist, Jack Lynch!
(Jack takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his barbed-wire baseball bat resting casually on his shoulder. He wears a long, tattered trench coat covered in patches and scribbled phrases that look like they were done in a fit of madness. With each step, the crowd’s anticipation builds, his presence commanding yet erratic, like a ticking time bomb.
As he strides down the ramp, Jack’s grin is wide and manic, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of what’s to come. He stops suddenly, halfway down, as if a thought has just occurred to him. With a playful shrug, he pulls a flask from inside his coat, takes a swig, and sprays the liquid into the air. The mist catches the spotlight, creating a shimmering, chaotic halo around him as he continues toward the ring.
Reaching ringside, Jack doesn’t just walk up the steps like everyone else—no, that’s too predictable. Instead, he makes a sudden, wild dash toward the barricade, leaping onto it with the grace of a cat, balancing precariously on the edge. He taunts the crowd, swinging his bat playfully, then balances along the top of the barricade as if it were a tightrope, laughing all the while.
Finally, he jumps down and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, rolling to his feet in one fluid, exaggerated motion. He twirls his bat in his hand like a gunslinger ready for a duel, his eyes scanning the crowd as if daring anyone to challenge him.
Once inside, Jack heads straight for the nearest turnbuckle, leaping up onto it with a wild, unhinged energy. Perched there, he looks out over the crowd with a mix of madness and glee, as if soaking in the chaos he’s about to unleash. With a sudden, dramatic swing of his bat toward the titantron, the screen behind him glitches violently, flashing between images of destruction and his own maniacal grin.
Jack then hops down from the turnbuckle, casually tossing his bat to a ring crew member with a wink and a smirk, as if he’s just handed them a live grenade. He leans back against the ropes, whistling the last notes of "My Way" as if it’s all just a part of his twisted, chaotic day.)
JR-The former Extreme Champion is facing another former Extreme champion.
King-Zack Ryder never was extreme champion, he was elite champion.
Kris Gaffney-This is true!
[Zack Ryder and Jack Lynch stands in the middle of the ring. Jack Lynch connects with a few knife edge chops to the chest. Zack Ryder ducks under one of them, and he runs towards the ropes. He bounces fof of the ropes, and he connects with a flying forearm shot to thte face. Zack Ryder waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet he connects with an inverted atomic drop then a drop kick that knocks him back Jack Lynch. Zack Ryder runs towards the corner, and he connects with a clotheslinein the corner. Jack Lynch falls into the corner into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up. He fist pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with a Broski Boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder backs up signaling for the Rough Ryder!]
JR-Zack Ryder looking to end this match quickly.
King-Jack Lynch isn’t use to matches going this quickly.
Kris Gaffney-Guess that really is chaos.
[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but its caught by Jack Lynch. Jack Lynch throws Zack Ryder into the corner, and he connects with a buckle bomb!! Zack Ryder stumbles out of the corner, and he connects with a Pandemonium Kick that drops Zack Ryder. Jack Lynch waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet.]
JR-Jack Lynch is looking to turn this match around.
King-That was quick.
Kris Gaffney-Which is chaos!
[Jack Lynch picks up Zack Ryder, but Zack Ryder slides out of the back. Jack Lynch turns around, and Zack Ryder connects with the Rough Ryder on Jack Lynch!! Zack Ryder goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into positin to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………..3!!]
JR-Zack Ryder on the second try hits the Rough Ryder, and gets the win!
(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 abilities are very well noted.
King-His knowledge about animals have always given him an edge.
Kris Gaffney-Somewhere John Cena is a fan.
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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 has had big matches, this is another one.
King-He might not have power of animals, but he has the power of friendship on his side.
Kris Gaffney-Strong indeed.
[Aari Maxwell and Patrick Payne pace around the ring. They lock up, Patrick Payne is able to go around into a hammer lock. Then a side head lock, Aari Maxwelll is able to get to the side of Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne is able to roll out of the back, Aari Maxwell turns around. Patrick Payne connects with a running ezuguri to the side of the head. Then Patrick Payne picks up Aari Maxwell, and he connects with a falling slam. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. He jumps off of the top rope with a fight 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-The flight risk was hit, but it wasn’t enough.
King-Your lameness JR is enough to regret my job.
Kris Gaffney-HA!
[Patrick Payne waits for Aari Maxwell, and Patrick Payne lifts up Aari Maxwell but it’s countered with a Aari Maxwell connecting with a step up ezuguri to the side of the head, and Aari Maxwell runs otwards the ropes, and he spring boards off the second rope, and he connects with a spring board cut on Patrick Payne. Aari Maxwell takes a few moments to res tup, and both wrestlers are slow to get up to their feet. Aari Maxwell lifts him up, and he connects with a body slam. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope, and he connects with a 630 senton. 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!!]
JR-Patrick Payne was able to kick out.
King-We’ll see if the train can remain on track
Kris Gaffney-Not easy.
[Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and Aari Maxwell lifts up Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne slides out of the clutches of Aari Maxwell, and into a set up, and Patrick connects with the Payne Per View!! Patrick goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position tom ake the count. The ref counts 1………….2………..3!!]
JR-Aari thought he had Patrick, but Patrick turned the tables.
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-This match is a match of two men who sometimes been on the same side.
King-Although a few Badd Men do not run away from competition.
Kris Gaffney-Is that what Road Dogg and X-Pac said?
King-Crap…
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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 striking, and technical ability should help him.
King-Hopefully Tony doesn’t really think this will be a Breeze.
[Tony Ikeda and Billy Breeze pace around the ring, they lock up. Billy Breeze tries to go for a german suplex, Tony Ikeda connects with a elbow to the side of the head. Billy Breeze stumbles backwards, and he runs towards Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda connects with a hot shot that sends Billy Breeze into the top rope. Billy Breeze stumesl around, and Tony Ikeda hooks Billy Breeze, and he drops him with a full nelson slam. Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Billy Breeze, the ref counts 1………2……KICK OUT by Billy Breeze!!]
JR-Almost three!
King-Maybe it’s not as much of a Breeze as he thought.
Kris Gaffney-He just wanted to use puns…
[Tony Ikeda lifts up Billy Breeze, and but Billy Breeze is able to slide out of the back. Billy Breeze connects with a german suplex on Tony Ikeda. Billy Breeze measures up on Tony Iekda, and he connects with the harlem hook!! Tony Ikeda falls against the ropes, but Tony doesn’t go down, he falls into the ropes.]
JR-Tony Ikeda hasn’t gone down.
King-This might not be a good thing though.
Kris Gaffney-That’s true…
[Billy Breeze goes for a Knock out blow, but Tony Ikeda ducks under, and Tony Ikeda connects with the full nelson suplex on Billy Breeze!! Tony Ikeda throws his arm over Billy Breeze, the ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]
JR-The chance to end the match lead Billy Breeze to make a mistake.
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.)
JR-Jackson Gunner is looking to take on the other half of the tag team from Dark Horizon.
King-Guess if A Few Badd Men could do it.
Kris Gaffney-Jackson probably still wasn’t amused…
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 a former IC champion, and tag team champion.
King-Now he’s going up against the current TV champion.
Kris Gaffney-A very different battlefield
[Jackson Gunner and Samael Dredd pace around the ring, and Jackson Gunner and Samael Dredd throw fists to the face, neither one of them are backing down. Jackson Gunner ducks under one of the fists, and Samael Dredd. Jackson Gunner connects with a jaw breaker that makes Samael Dredd fall backwards. Samael Dredd hits the ropes, and Jackson Gunner ducks under a wild boot to the face. Samael Dredd gets hooked. Samael Dredd gets thrown with a german suplex release that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Jackson Gunner yells for Samael Dredd to getup to his feet. Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face, and he backs up into the ropes, and Samael Dredd whips him to the ropes, but Dredd reverses it. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes, and he connects with a running DDT into the mat. Samael Dredd is down on the mat. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Samael Dredd. The ref goes into position to make the count 1…………2……….KICK OUT by Samael Dredd!!!]
JR-Samael Dredd kicks out!
King-The hatred between the Maledictum and a Few Badd Men are so pure that I don’t think Samael Dredd could let that go even if he had nothing left.
Kris Gaffney-That’s a lot of hate.
[Samael Dredd gets up in the ropes, and he runs towards the ropes, but Samael Dredd counters with a back body drop, Jackson lands on his feet on the apron, but Samael Dredd connects with a head butt, and he brings Jackson Gunner out, and he connects with a Doomsayers Curse!!]
JR-That might have turned the match right there.
King-He needs to string together moves.
[Samael Dredd waits for Jackson Gunner, and he grabs him around the throat, and he tries to lift him for a choke slam, but Jackson Gunner slips behind him. Jackson Gunner lifts him up, and he drops him with a Burning Samoan!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Samael Dredd!! The ref counts 1……….2…………3!]
JR-After a grueling match, Jackson Gunner gets the victory!
King-I’m certain this isn’t the last time these two will fight.
(Jackson Gunner celebrates as Shockwave goes off the air.)
