(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena as pyrotechnics rain down on the stage, and the lights turn on. Fans yell, and wave their signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd, then zooms out, and we get one more 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 we have various contenderships including the main event as Samael Dredd faces off against Ragnar Ayerswindale.
Kris Gaffney-Both wrestlers have a lot of power, it’s going to be interesting what happens when it clashes.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera, he walks down to the ring.)
JR-Archaos Angels is reminding Zack Ryder of a shadow from the past.
King-Well…that could be what it is.
(“Archaos Angels theme” blasts on the PA system. Archaos Angels walks down to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
King-He’s shown a lot ability since debuting in the EMF.
Kris Gaffney-Zack Ryder is experienced, we’ll see how he can deal with that.
[Archoas Angels and Zack Ryder face off in the middle of the ring like they both assume that they are Noobmaster69. Aarchaos Angels and Zack Ryder trade fists to the face, neither are getting the advantage. Zack Ryder ducks under, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces of the ropes, Archaos goes for a clothesline, and Zack Ryder bounces off of the other side of the ring. Archaos Angels connects with a spinning heel kick that puts down Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder falls into the corner, and Archaos Angels connects with a few knee’s into the corner, and he hooks Zack Ryder, and he connects with a northern lights suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Zack Ryder. Archaos Angels connects with a few mounted fists to the face, and he gets off before the ref complains too much, and then he connects with a few aggressive stomps on the downed Zack Ryder. Archaos Angels gets ready.]
JR-These two are fighting like they are long time enemies.
King-Maybe they are!
Kris Gaffney-No their not…
King-Shut up KG!
[Zack Ryder is up to his feet, and Archaos goes for a kick to the head, but Zack Ryder ducks under. Zack Ryder pushes Archaos Angels to the ropes. Archaos Angels bounces off of the ropes. Zack Ryder connects with a one man flap jack that puts down Archaos Angels. Zack Ryder knocks down Archoas with a clothesline, and he waits for Archaos Angels to get up to his feet, and he connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. He tries to whip Archaos to the ropes, but Archaos Angels reverses Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes. Archaos lowers his head, but Zack Ryder counters with a swinging neck breaker. Archaos gets up, and he falls into the corner, and Zack Ryder runs towards the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder backs up, Archaos Angels falls into a seated position. Zack Ryder backs up, and fist pumps (woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with the Broski boot to the side of the face.]
JR-Zack Ryder might have Archaos in trouble.
King-He’s doing everything he can to excise his demons.
Kris Gaffney-Good for him.
[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but Archaos Angels throws Zack Ryder towards the ref, and Archaos is able to hit a low blow undetected by the ref. Archaos Angels connects with a reverse crufix power bomb finisher on Zack Ryder. Archaos Angels goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………..3!!]
JR-Zack Ryder tried to end it, but Archaos had one more trick up his sleeve
[Bright teal strobes slice across the EMF Arena as “South Texas Deathride” blares. Paul London bursts through the curtain—lithe, kinetic, grinning ear‑to‑ear. He slaps hands down the ramp, vaults to the apron, and springboards over the top rope into a graceful roll, popping up with arms spread wide. The crowd answers with a roar, buoyed by memories of London’s fearless flights.]
Jim Ross: “Paul London—one of the most daring high‑flyers ever to lace ’em up—looks ready to paint the sky tonight, King.”
Jerry “The King” Lawler: “But across the ring stands Jaxzon Blade, JR. Power, speed, and a mean streak wide as the Rio Grande.”
[House lights flash cobalt as heavy riffing erupts; Jaxzon Blade strides through silver pyro, denim vest half‑open over a carved torso. He points at London, smirks, then sprints to ringside. Blade hops onto the apron and slings himself in with surprising agility, meeting London mid‑ring. The referee signals for the bell.]
[They circle. London darts first—low calf kick, then another, trying to chop the redwood. Blade lunges; London ducks, hits ropes, rebounds with a flying forearm that rocks Blade but doesn’t drop him. London hits a second rope—springboard cross‑body—Blade catches him! The powerhouse muscles London into a fall‑away slam that launches him halfway across the ring. Blade flexes to a mixed chorus of boos and impressed gasps.]
Kris Gafney: “London wanted turbulence, but he’s the one airborne in coach!”
[Blade stalks, yanks London into a stalling vertical suplex—holds for a ten‑count—then slams. Cover—one… two… London kicks. Blade drags him up, aims a clothesline; London matrix‑ducks, fires a superkick to the knee, then a spinning heel kick to the jaw. Blade staggers. London springboards off the second rope—moonsault‑DDT spikes the big man! Crowd ignites. London hustles to the top turnbuckle, calling for the Shooting Star Press.]
Jim Ross: “High risk incoming—London wants to end it fast!”
[London launches—rotation picture‑perfect—but Blade rolls clear! London splats, clutching ribs. Blade roars, hauls London into position, London turns around, Jaxzon Blade connects with the heart punch. Lateral press—one… two… London’s shoulder shoots up! Blade’s eyes widen; he smells finality.]
Jerry Lawler: “Resilience from Paul London, but how much is left after that?”
[Blade drags London upright, but the resilient flyer throws desperate chops, then snaps a tornado enzuigiri that catches Blade’s temple. London, adrenaline surging, springboards for a cross‑body—caught AGAIN! Blade transitions, spinning into a thunderous sit‑out powerslam. He doesn’t bother with a pin; instead he hoists London once more, signals to the crowd, and hurls him with a running buckle bomb. London crumples out of the corner in agony.]
Kris Gafney: “That’s not a turnbuckle—that’s Jaxzon’s personal crash pad.”
[Blade pulls London into a gut‑wrench, flipping him up and over in one fluid motion into a brutal powerbomb, holding for the stack pin. The referee drops—one… two… three.]
Jim Ross: “Dominant finish by Jaxzon Blade—London threw the kitchen sink, but Blade’s horsepower proved too much tonight.”
Jerry Lawler: “Give London credit for heart, but Blade was like a freight train. You can’t moonsault a freight train, JR!”
[Blade rises, flexing over the downed high‑flyer, then offers a grudging nod of respect before exiting, his hand raised in triumph as the crowd buzzes—power over flight, on this night, in emphatic fashion.]
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-This should be an interesting match.
King-With the striking ability you might think this might be a boxing match.
Kris Gaffney-Just a matter of who will win.
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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 punches can rival Little Mac, but he also does have also have various other abilities that is going to make him a challenge for Little Mac.
King-He also knows the success of Little Mac.
Kris Gaffney-You definitely can’t look past him.
[Billy Breeze and Little Mac size up each other as they pace around the ring, Little Mac goes for a fist, but Billy Breeze is able to duck under, and he goes for the Harlem Hook, but Little Mac blocks, and he connects with a kick to the gut, and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of the ropes. Billy Breeze bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac connects with a back elbow to the face that puts down Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze gets up to his feet, and Little Mac connects with a few rib punches, and Billy Breeze tries to answer with another fist to the face, and he ducks under. Little Mac hooks Billy Breeze, and connects with a belly to back suplex. Little Mac watis for Billy Breeze to get up to his feet. Little Mac connects with a liver punch. Billy Breeze is doubled over. Little Mac runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a one handed face crusher. Little Mac pushes Billy Breeze on to his back. Little Mac goes into the cover. The ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by Billy Breeze!!]
JR-Almost three.
King-Just think of the between round comments.
Kris Gaffney-Very positive right now…
[Little Mac waits for Billy Breeze to get up to his feet, and Little Mac goes back on the attack, but Billy Breeze ducks under a big uppercut, but Billy Breeze ducks under, and Little Mac tursn around, and Billy Breeze hooks Little Mac, and he connects with a t-bone suplex!! This sends Little Mac flying across the ring, and he is slow to get up to his feet. Billy Breeze takes a few moments to rest up. Little Mac slowly gets up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. Billy Breeze connects with a few fists to the face, and he whips Little Mac to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Little Mac. Billy Breeze bounces off of the ropes. Little Mac lowers his head, but Billy Breeze connects with a running DDT into the mat. Little Mac staggers up to his feet, and Billy Breeze gets ready, and he connects with a Harlem Hook dropping Little Mac. Billy Breeze goes into the cover on Little Mac. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2………KICK OUT by Little Mac!!]
JR-Billy Breeze is starting to gain momentum.
King-We’ll see where this takes him.
Kris Gaffney-Seems positive so far.
[Little Mac slowly gets up to his feet, Billy Breeze tries to hook on the Specters Grip, but Little Mac counters with a snapmare. Billy Breeze gets up, and he walks right into the KO punch!! Billy Breeze is down. Little Mac goes into the cover on Billy Breeze. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………3!!]
JR-Little Mac hit the big shot that got the victory.
Cyclone enters with high energy and intensity: jumping, yelling into the crowd, sprinting down the ramp and sliding smoothly into the ring before clapping intensely and pointing at his opponent, often times having to be held back by an official not to start the action before the bell rings.
JR-Joe Lamont has impressed since debuting in the EMF.
King-Tonight he has a bigger challenge.
Kris Gaffney-Literally, and figuratively
[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 play a part in this match.
King-I guess it’s only a matter of time.
Kris Gaffney-One would think anyways…
[Mansa Carthage and Joe Lamont lock up, and Mansa Carthage pushes Joe Lamont into the corner, and he connects with a hard knee into the gut that stuns Joe Lamont. Mansa Carthage takes Joe Lamont out of the corner, and he whips Mansa Carthage to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage goes for a clothesline, and he ducks under, and he ducks under. Joe Lamont jumps in the air, and he goes for a cross body block, but it’s caught by Mansa Carthage, and he holds him for a few moments, and he connects with a fall away slam. Mansa Carthage watches as Joe Lamont gets up in the corner, and Mansa Carthage runs towards the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Joe Lamont stumbles out of the corner, and Mansa Carthage lifts him up, and he drops him with a sidewalk slam. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, and he waits for Joe Lamont to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet Mansa Carthage connects with a super man punch. Joe Lamont goes down. Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by Joe Lamont!!]
JR-Joe Lamont was able to kick out!!
King-The Cyclone still has some power left in him.
[Mansa Carthage waits for Joe Lamont to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Mansa Carthage grabs him around the throat, he lifts him up, and he goes for a choke slam, but Joe Lamont counters with a DDT. Joe Lamont waits for Mansa Carthage to get up to his feet. Joe Lamont pushes Mansa Carthage towards the corner, and he crashes into the corner, and Joe Lamont connects with the Disaster!! Joe Lamont goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Joe Lamont looks to be gaining momentum.
King-Not quite how Mansa was hoping this would go.
Kris Gaffney-Probably not.
[Mansa Carthage moves out of the way as Joe Lamont jumps off, Joe Lamont lands on his feet. He tursn around, Mansa Carthage lifts him up, and he drops him with a Dragon’s descend. Mansa holds Lamont into a pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………3!!]
JR-Joe Lamont tried to adjust on the fly, and it didn’t work out for him.
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 is looking to make a statement ahead of the tag team titles match against the Amgios.
King-This will be a big challenge.
Kris Gaffney-Literally.
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The arena lights flicker and then cut out, plunging the crowd into darkness. A deep, rumbling bass echoes throughout the arena as "I Am Colossus" by Meshuggah begins to play. Thick, ominous smoke begins to billow from the stage, covering the ramp in a dense fog that swirls menacingly. Dark, crimson lights start to pulse in sync with the slow, crushing beats of the music, casting eerie shadows across the arena. Suddenly, a series of sharp, thunderous booms erupt, sending shocks of fire across the stage, creating a wall of flames that parts to reveal the silhouette of a giant figure. The smoke parts as Malek Voss, towering at 7'2" and 500 pounds, steps through the flames, his form barely visible through the heavy mist. The crowd murmurs in awe as Malek slowly begins his deliberate march toward the ring, his eyes locked ahead with cold, unwavering focus. Each of his footsteps seems to shake the very ground beneath him as the smoke follows his path. The crimson lights continue to pulse, casting him in and out of shadow, emphasizing his monstrous presence. Behind him, the fire burns brighter, leaving a trail of embers in his wake. Malek reaches the base of the ramp and pauses for a moment, taking in the energy of the arena, his expression stoic and unreadable. He places one massive hand on the apron, pulling himself up with ease, his eyes never leaving the ring. With a simple, yet intimidating motion, Malek steps over the top rope, entering the ring as the crimson lights swirl around him. Once inside, he slowly raises one arm to the sky, and as he does, a violent explosion of fireworks bursts from the turnbuckles, bathing the ring in a fiery glow.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Standing at 7 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at 500 pounds… from the depths of destruction itself... The Mad Titan, Malek Voss!"
[The lights return to their dim, crimson hue as Malek strides toward the center of the ring, his massive frame illuminated by the glowing red light. He stands tall, motionless, exuding power and menace, his eyes scanning the crowd as the arena settles into an eerie silence. The music fades, but the oppressive aura of Malek Voss lingers as he waits for his opponent, like a predator stalking his prey.
JR-Malek Voss knows Jackson Gunner is not going to be a push over.
King-However that might be how he wins.
Kris Gaffney-Always a plus
[Jackson Gunner and Malek Voss stand in the middle of the ring, they throw fists to the face, neither one of them are backing down. Malek Voss power starts to get the advantage, but Jackson Gunner is able to duck under one of the fists, and Jackson Gunner connects with a jaw breaker that knocks him backwards. Jackson Gunner gets up to his feet, once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner ducks under. Jackson Gunner hooks Malek Voss into a waist lock, and he connects with a release german suplex that sends Malek Voss hitting hard into the mat. Malek Voss is slow to get up to his feet,a nd once he gets up to his feet. Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Malek Voss. Jackson Gunner tries to whip him to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Malek Voss. Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes. Malek Voss lowers his head, but it’s countered with a running DDT into the mat. Malek Voss hits into the mat. Malek Voss is down on the mat. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Malek Voss. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…..KICK OUT by Malek Voss as Jackson Gunner gets ready.]
JR-It seems that Jackson Gunner has been able to leverage his way to hit a few big moves.
King-Malek Voss is hoping that this preview of the tag team title match doesn’t go like this.
Kris Gaffney-One would think…at least at this point.
[Jackson Gunner tries to pick up Malek Voss, but Malek Voss is able to block it, and he connects with a double axe handle to the back. Malek Voss stumbles around. Jackson Gunner gets kicked to the gut, and Malek Voss sets up Jackson Gunner, and he gets lifted up. Malek Voss drops him with the Cataclysm. Malek Voss goes into the cover on Jacskon Gunner. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2……..KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner almost got the three there.
King-Not quite what he was hoping for.
Kris Gaffney-Voss is OK with it…I’m certain that he’d hope this is how it would go when the tag team titles are on the line.
[Voss sets up Jackson Gunner, and he lifts him up Jackson Gunner, but Gunner flips behind Voss, and he tries to bring him down for a sunset flip, but Voss jumps in the air. Jackson Gunner moves out of the way. Voss hits hard in the mat. Jackson Gunner waits for Voss, and he sets him up, and he connects with the Burning Samaon!! Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on Malek Voss. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…….3!!]
JR-Jackson Gunner moving quickly found his chance to win this match.
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 no doubt looking to attempt to get back in the race for the IC championship.
King-He has a chance at it right here.
King-He’s normally the one with the power, but tonight he’ll have to go with someone who also uses power to win.
JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale power moves might be a bit more difficult.
King-But we have seen in the past more powerful if he can pull them off.
Kris Gaffney-That is true.
[Samael Dredd and Ragnar Ayerswindale stare down face to face. The two power houses try to assert the advantage. Samael Dredd gets hit with a few fists to the face, but Samael Dredd answers with a knee lift, and he whips Ragnar Ayerswindale to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Samael Dredd connects with a big boot to the face that puts him down on the mat, and Samael Dredd is slow to get up to his feet. Samael Dredd is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, Ragnar Ayerswindale falls into the corner, and he runs towards the corner. Samael Dredd connects with a hip attack into the corner. Ragnar Ayerswindale stumbles out of the corner, and he falls out of the irng, and he attempts to get up on the apron, but at the last moment Samael Dredd connects with a kick to the face. Ragnar Ayerswindale hooks him, and he drops him with a Doomsayers Curse. Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Ragnar Ayerswindale. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Ragnar Ayerswindale!!]
JR-Samael Dredd drops the former IC champion into the mat, but it’s not quite enough.
King-Ragnar being a former IC champion himself wants to be IC champion again!
Kris Gaffney-That is a motivator for sure.
[Samael Dredd picks up Ragnar Ayerswindale, and tries to whip Ragnar to the ropes, but Ragnar Ayerswindale is able to reverse the whip. He bounces off of the ropes. Ragnar lifts up Samael Dredd, and he connects with a falling spine buster!! Ragnar Ayerswindale takes a few moments to rest up, once he see’s Samael Dredd getting up he gets under Samael Dredd, and he drives him into the corner, and he connects with a few shoulder blocks into the gut, and Ragnar Ayerswindale whips him hard into the corner hard. He crashes into the corner, he stumbles out of the corner. Samael Dredd stumbles out of the corner. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a belly to belly suplex that puts down Samael Dredd that puts him down on the mat. Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the corner, and he measures up on Samael Dredd, and he runs out of the corner, and he connects with the Gunginar spear!! Ragnar Ayerswindale 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!! Ragnar goes into the corner, and he is slow to get up to his feet.]
JR-Samael Dredd is now on the defensive.
King-Maybe like Bill Murray…he doesn’t play defense.
Kris Gaffney-Space Jam reference, classic…
[Ragnar sets up, and he goes for another Gunginar spear, but it’s countered with a kick, and Samael Dredd lifts him up, and he connects with a Eclipse Driver on Ragnar Ayerswindale. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2…………..3!!]
JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale tried to end it, but it ended up back firing on him, and Samael Dredd took advantage.
King-Melon Gods not looking so bad now are they?
(Samael Dredd stands victorious in the ring as Saturday Shockwave goes off the air.)
