(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena. Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage. The lights turn on as fans yell, and wave the signs. The camera gets a few shots of the crowd. We zoom out to display the location information. We get one more shot of the crowd as the commentators speak over the shot.)
JR-Welcome to Saturday Shockwave. Hello, I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “The King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Malik Voss and Vince Navarro will take on Fenrir Kaine and Samael Dredd.
Kris Gaffney-Definitely a match up of a lot of power with balance.
JR-Let’s get this show started with the opening contest.
(“Game on” blasts on the PA system as Tony Ikeda and Zack Ryder walk out on the stage, they walk down to the ring.)
JR-This team has a lot of experience together.
King-One of various tag team combinations within A Few Badd Men.
Kris Gaffney-I’m certain
The arena dims—clean and sharp. No theatrics. Just focus. Then—
“Return of the Mac” hits with that unmistakable groove.
The bass kicks in. The crowd pops.
They know what time it is.
Little Mac steps through the curtain.
He’s wearing a sleeveless hoodie—unzipped, hood down—his hands wrapped tight in black tape, knuckles calloused and exposed.
He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing lightly, eyes sharp, focused. He’s not playing to the crowd—he’s staying loose, staying ready.
Behind him, cool and steady, is Doc Louis, gum in his mouth, towel over one shoulder, nodding like he’s seen this win already.
Mac moves with confidence. Controlled swagger.
Taps his fists together as he walks.
No flash. No posturing. Just presence.
The strobe lights hit light gold and white as the beat pulses, but never overwhelm—because Mac’s energy doesn’t need dressing up.
The fans reach out—he slaps a few hands, nods to others, but he never stops moving. His rhythm is the beat of the ring.
He slides into the ring clean and low, pops up in one fluid motion, and immediately circles the ropes once—keeping his hands moving.
A short jab. A sidestep.
Always working. Always tuned in.
He hits the corner turnbuckle, hops up to the second rope, and raises one wrapped fist in the air—no grin, no posing. Just a statement:
“You’re stepping into my fight now.”
Samantha Irvin fires off with intensity:
"Making his way to the ring… accompanied by Doc Louis… from the Bronx, New York… weighing in at 200 pounds… he is THE PRIZE FIGHTER… LITTLLLLLLLEEEEE MAC!"
Mac drops down, rolls his shoulders, paces back to his corner. Doc gives him a nod, mutters something low.
Mac taps his fists together, leans into the ropes, and eyes his opponent like a sniper finding range.
He doesn’t flex.
He doesn’t scream.
He fights.
And you’d better pray your chin holds up.
The lights cut completely—
BOOM.
A harsh, red strobe light slashes through the dark as the opening beat of “Livid” (Scarlxrd x NF x Hopsin) hits like a car crash.
No countdown. No warning.
Just pure, unapologetic violence in audio form.
The screen glitches violently with distorted flashes of Luca’s face—twisted, screaming, laughing. Static-laced clips of limb-snapping submissions, steel chair shots, and blood-covered snarls flicker behind the noise.
And then—he explodes through the curtain.
Mad Dog Luca Bellarosa bursts onto the stage like he was shot out of a fucking cannon.
No rhythm, no choreography. He’s stomping, shouting, pacing back and forth like a beast trying to decide whether to sprint to the ring or tear the ramp apart with his bare hands.
He’s shirtless. Sweat already dripping. Taped fists. Baggy black pants tucked into unlaced boots. Gold chain bouncing off his chest like it’s trying to escape the madness.
His eyes are wild.
His mouth is moving—talking to himself, barking at the crowd, yelling at no one.
He doesn’t pose. He doesn’t smile.
He storms.
Down the ramp, he points at fans, flips off a camera, laughs manically.
Sometimes he drops to all fours and slams the ground.
Other times he throws punches at nothing just to stay warm.
Samantha Irvin’s voice cracks over the chaos:
"Introducing… from the streets of Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 225 pounds… he is the MAD DOG… LUCAAAA… BELLAROSAAAA!"
He dives under the bottom rope, scrambles across the ring like a spider, then slams himself chest-first into the turnbuckles. Once. Twice. Turns. Roars.
He jumps onto the middle rope, howls like an animal to the crowd, then drops down and paces the ring like it’s too small to hold him.
There’s no composure. No calm. Just a storm in a human shape.
He pounds the mat.
Yells at the referee.
Throws his own body into the ropes to test them.
Because Mad Dog Luca doesn’t come to compete.
He comes to break things.
And when the bell rings?
He’s already moving.
JR-The Bellarosa Family are looking to take down a team with a lot of experience.
King-In the case of Tony…that means he’s old!
Kris Gaffney-HA!
[Zack Ryder and Little Mac pace around the ring, they lock up, Zack Ryder puts him into an arm bar. Zack Ryder puts the pressure on Little Mac. Little Mac pushes him backwards, and he whips him to the ropes. He bounces off of of the ropes. Little Mac takes him down with a shoulder block. Zack Ryder gets up to his feet, and Little Mac connects with an inverted atomic drop that makes him stunned. Little Mac connects with the liver punch, and follows up with a run to the ropes, and he connects with a running knee to the face, and follows it up with a reverse neck breaker. Little Mac makes the tag to Luca Bellarosa, Luca Bellarosa picks up Zack Ryder by his hair, and he hooks him, and he connects with a fisherman suplex with a bridge. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2……KICK OUT by Zack Ryder!!]
JR-Zack Ryder was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Not sick bro.
Kris Gaffney-The match continues.
King-Oh…right, sick bro.
[Zack Ryder gets picked up by Luca Bellarosa, Zack Ryder connects with a reverse jaw breaker. Zack Ryder gets up to his feet, and he makes the tag to Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda steps inside of the ring, and he knocks down Luca Bellarosa down on the mat with a running clothesline. Tony Ikeda waits for Luca Bellarosa to get up to his feet. Tony Ikeda connects with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards. Tony Ikeda whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Tony Ikeda lowers his head, and he connects with a back body drop that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Luca Bellarosa is slow to get up to his feet. Tony Ikeda hooks him, and he drops him with a full nelson slam!! Tony Ikeda goes into the cover on Luca Bellarosa. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by Luca!! Tony Ikeda tags in Zack Ryder.]
JR-Zack Ryder might be here to finish this match off.
King-Broski for the win!
[Zack Ryder measures up on Luca, and he goes for the Rough Ryder, but it’s blocked into a power bomb by Luca, and Luca makes the tag to Little Mac. Luca attacks Tony Ikeda. Zack Ryder gets up only to be knocked down with the KO Punch!! Zack Ryder goes down. Little Mac goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]
JR-With one counter everything changed, and the Bellarosa Family gets a victory over the Badd Bros
(“I am greatness” blasts on the PA system. Roman Reigns walks out on the stage, and he puts up a 1 to the crowd, and he enters into the ring.)
JR-Roman Reigns has been dominate everywhere he’s been.
King-Can’t make Roman not seem strong.
Kris Gaffney-Nope, never…
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-The Cyclone is looking to pick up steam here.
King-He might become a tropical storm if he doesn’t.
Kris Gaffney-That would be tropically depressing!
[Roman Reigns stand in the middle of the ring, and he connects with a head butt that knocks down Joe Lamont. Lamont gets up, and he gets hit with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and Roman Reigns whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off fo the ropes. He lowers his head, and he connects with a big back body drop. Roman Reigns lifts up Joe Lamont, and he connects with a standing spike buster. Roman Reigns stands back, and he waits for Roman Reigns to get up to his feet. Roman Reigns runs out of the corner, and he drops him with the super man punch. Roman Reigns goes into the cover on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..KICK OUT by Roman Reigns!!]
JR-Quick start by the leader of the Bloodline.
King-Roman wants to look strong.
[Roman Reigns waits for Joe Lamont, and he goes for a Spear, but it’s countered with a kick to the face. Joe Lamont pushes him to the corner, Roman hits into the corner face first and he stumbles backwards, Lamont connects with a disaster. Joe Lamont goes to the outside of the ring.]
JR-Joe Lamont is looking to end this.
King-Guess if you get the advantage you should take advantage.
[Joe Lamont spring boards up, and he goes for some sort of move that Roman spears him out of the air instead. Roman goes into the cover on Joe Lamont. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2……….3!!]
JR-Roman Reigns strikes quickly, and gets the victory.
[Lights throughout the arena dim to near darkness, creating an atmosphere of suspense and anticipation. Suddenly, the sound of ticking clocks and whirring gears fills the air, building a sense of intrigue.]
[The entrance ramp and ring are illuminated with swirling lights that mimic the flow of time - colors shifting rapidly as if moving through different eras. Fog machines generate a thick mist across the ramp, adding to the mystical and otherworldly ambiance.]
[From the back emerges "Temporal" Travis Vortex, adorned in his eclectic time-traveler’s gear, with his crucial timepiece prominently displayed. He moves with a confident swagger, occasionally pausing as if momentarily disoriented or lost in time, adding to his eccentric character.]
[As the theme song "Time Has Come Today" by The Chambers Brothers plays, Travis interacts with the audience, sometimes pointing at his watch and gesturing wildly as if explaining a complex theory or a fragment of his latest adventure. His nephew, "Chrono" Charlie Quantum, follows, carrying the precious timepiece and trying to ensure Travis stays on track.]
Beautiful female announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the enigma of eras, standing at 6’1” and weighing 210 pounds, the master of temporal tides... Temporal Travis Vortex!"
[Travis makes his way to the ring amidst the vibrant light show, with the fog swirling around him, creating an image of him stepping out of a time portal. Upon reaching the ring, he takes a moment to theatrically adjust his imaginary wristwatch, then leaps onto the apron and over the ropes with agility.]
[Once in the ring, Travis engages the crowd with charismatic gestures, occasionally slipping into his character's erratic mannerisms, while Charlie Quantum stands by, holding the timepiece and watching with a mix of amusement and concern.]
[The lights gradually stabilize as Travis's music fades, leaving him in the ring, ready to face his opponent in a match that promises to be as unpredictable and entertaining as his entrance.]
JR-Travis Vortex skills in the ring will help him along with his mind.
King-Think he’ll get us for a heist crew.
Kris Gaffney-Probably not….but if so, I’m all for it…you son of a bitch!
[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 has gained him a lot of success
King-Although he has to face someone with a time machine.
Kris Gaffney-Challenging for sure.
[Mansa Carthage and Travis Vortex stand in the middle of the ring, Travis Vortex calculating Mansa first move, and Mansa Carthage throws a fist, and Travis Vortex is able to move out of the way. Travis Vortex connects with a few fists to the face, and Travis Vortex tries to whip him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Travis Vortex connects with a hip toss, Mansa Carthage attempts to get up to his feet quickly, but Travis Vortex is able to react quickly, and he connects with a hurricanarana that completes the time twist. Mansa Carthage falls out of the ring, and Travis Vortex goes over to the nearest rope, and he sling shots himself over the top rope, but Mansa Carthage catches him, he tries to go to the ring post, but at the last moment Mansa Carthage pushes him towards the ring post. Mansa Carthage crashes into the ring post shoulder first. Travis Vortex throws Mansa Carthage into the ring.]
JR-Mansa Carthage is in trouble here.
King-Not fair, he knows the out come…
Kris Gaffney-You know…you’d think Travis would be AGAINST time travel…
King-Ah geez…
[Travis Vortex climbs up to the top rope, and he jumps off, but at the last moment Mansa Carthage is able to take down Travis Vortex with a chop the chin that knocks Travis Vortex out of the air. Mansa Carthage takes a few moments to rest up. Travis Vortex falls into the corner. Mansa Carthage runs towards the corenr, and he crushes him into the corner. Mansa Carthage waits for Travis Vortex to stumble towards him, and he grabs him, and he connects with a double handed sitdown chokeslam into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……………2……….KICK OUT by Travis Vortex. Travis Vortex is slow to get up to his feet, and once he again he gets dropped with a super man punch.]
JR-Things have turned out on the dime.
King-Who gets blamed on this Billy?
Kris Gaffney-He’s too busy playing video games, maybe he could be and not even notice.
[Mansa Carthage picks up Travis and he drops him with the Dragons descend on Travis Vortex. Mansa Carthage holds Travis into a pin. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2………..3!!]
JR-Seemingly the landing on the superman punch was the beginning of the end.
[Azar Vulcan and Aari Maxwell pace around the ring, Aari Maxwell says crikey. Azar Vulcan rakes his eyes. Aari Maxwell is blinded, and he whips him to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes Azar Vulcan connects with a elbow to the head of Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, and Azar Vulcan lifts him up,a nd he connects with a body slam. Azar Vulcan backs up, and he connects with a knee drop across the face. Azar Vulcan waits for Aari Maxwell to get up to his feet, and Azar Vulcan hits a kick to the gut. Azar Vulcan lifts him up into a vertical suplex, and he connects with a brain buster. Azar Vulcan gets up to his feet, and he runs otwards the ropes, and he connects with a spring board moonsault. Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……..KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Crikey! That was close!
Kris Gaffney-That’s for sure.
[Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Azar Vulcan goes for the money maker. Aari Maxwell ducks out of the way. Azar Vulcan turns around, and he gets hit with a step up ezuguri to the side of the head. This dazes Azar Vulcan, Aari Maxwell takes a few moments to rest up. Once Azar Vulcan seems like he’s about to recover, Aari Maxwell hits a reverse jaw breaker that makes him stumble around. Aari Maxwell runs towards the roeps, and he spring boards off of the ropes, and he connects with a spring board cutter that connects on Azar Vulcan. Azar Vulcan dazed gets up, Aari Maxwell lifts him up, and he connects with a body slam. Aari Maxwell goes to the outside of the ring, and he connects with a 630 senton!! Aari Maxwell goes into the cover on Azar Vulcan. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Azar Vulcan!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell shows there is still fight.
King-Crikey!
Kris Gaffney-With his skills, and knowledge of animals we should expect nothing less.
[Aari Maxwell waits for Azar Vulcan, Azar Vulcan gets picked up, but Azar slide out of the back, and he is able to get away with a low blow after pushing Aari towards the ref, the ref dives out of the way creating the blind spot. Azar Vulcan connects with the Money Maker on Aari Maxwell!! Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2………3!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan with dirty tactics.
King-He’s allowed to do that due to how much better than he is than you!
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The arena lights flicker and then cut out, plunging the crowd into darkness. A deep, rumbling bass echoes throughout the arena as "I Am Colossus" by Meshuggah begins to play. Thick, ominous smoke begins to billow from the stage, covering the ramp in a dense fog that swirls menacingly. Dark, crimson lights start to pulse in sync with the slow, crushing beats of the music, casting eerie shadows across the arena. Suddenly, a series of sharp, thunderous booms erupt, sending shocks of fire across the stage, creating a wall of flames that parts to reveal the silhouette of a giant figure. The smoke parts as Malek Voss, towering at 7'2" and 500 pounds, steps through the flames, his form barely visible through the heavy mist. The crowd murmurs in awe as Malek slowly begins his deliberate march toward the ring, his eyes locked ahead with cold, unwavering focus. Each of his footsteps seems to shake the very ground beneath him as the smoke follows his path. The crimson lights continue to pulse, casting him in and out of shadow, emphasizing his monstrous presence. Behind him, the fire burns brighter, leaving a trail of embers in his wake. Malek reaches the base of the ramp and pauses for a moment, taking in the energy of the arena, his expression stoic and unreadable. He places one massive hand on the apron, pulling himself up with ease, his eyes never leaving the ring. With a simple, yet intimidating motion, Malek steps over the top rope, entering the ring as the crimson lights swirl around him. Once inside, he slowly raises one arm to the sky, and as he does, a violent explosion of fireworks bursts from the turnbuckles, bathing the ring in a fiery glow.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Standing at 7 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at 500 pounds… from the depths of destruction itself... The Mad Titan, Malek Voss!"
[The lights return to their dim, crimson hue as Malek strides toward the center of the ring, his massive frame illuminated by the glowing red light. He stands tall, motionless, exuding power and menace, his eyes scanning the crowd as the arena settles into an eerie silence. The music fades, but the oppressive aura of Malek Voss lingers as he waits for his opponent, like a predator stalking his prey.
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The arena lights dim as the first beats of "Lie, Cheat, Steal" by CFO$ echo through the speakers. Golden spotlights begin to flicker across the stage, and the screen above the entrance flashes the words "NO GOOD" in bold letters. The crowd starts to react as Vince "No Good" Navarro steps out from behind the curtain, a sly smirk on his face. He’s dressed in his sleek ring gear, adjusting his sunglasses as he pauses at the top of the ramp, arrogantly soaking in the crowd’s reaction. Vince walks down the ramp with exaggerated swagger, pointing to his chest and mouthing to the crowd, “The Bad Boy’s here!” As he struts forward, the golden lights continue flashing in rhythm with the music, highlighting his every step. Vince taunts fans along the way, blowing kisses to a few and brushing off the boos with a cocky laugh.
EMF Ring Announcer: "Making his way to the ring, from the Streets of Sin City, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is the 'No Good,' 'Dirty' Vince Navarro!"
Vince reaches the apron and dramatically wipes his feet on it before stepping into the ring, taking his time as he climbs through the ropes. Once inside, he walks to the center of the ring and spreads his arms wide, showing off to the crowd, as if basking in invisible applause. He then walks over to the ropes, standing on the middle rope and raising his hand to his ear as if daring the fans to boo louder.
Vince Navarro: "All eyes on me, baby! The Bad Boy’s about to show you how it’s done!"
He casually leans against the turnbuckle with a cocky grin, his sunglasses still on. The music fades, and Vince waits with an air of superiority, confident and ready for whatever—or whoever—comes next.
JR-The power of Voss, the speed and technique of Navarro should challenge the Maledictum
King-Plus they have a man who’s already better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-Always a plus
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.
The arena is bathed in darkness.
A deep, guttural whispering slithers through the sound system—indecipherable, eerie, and inhuman, as if a thousand damned souls are muttering their final prayers. The air in the arena feels heavy, suffocating, like the presence of something unholy has seeped into reality itself.
Then, the first haunting notes of "Lucifer" by Behemoth rumble through the speakers, low and ominous, like a funeral hymn for the apocalypse. A single, blood-red spotlight flickers onto the stage, revealing a towering, cloaked figure standing in the center—motionless, head lowered, as if awaiting a divine command.
Smoke pours from the ground, swallowing the entrance ramp in thick, swirling shadows. Suddenly—
FOUR PILLARS OF FLAME ERUPT from the stage, casting monstrous shadows across the walls. A deep, droning bell tolls through the arena, and the cloaked figure finally moves.
Samael Dredd slowly lifts his head, revealing his face beneath the hood—painted in cracked, corpse-like war paint, his abyssal eyes devoid of humanity. The red glow from the flames illuminates him like a demon conjured from hell itself.
Ring Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring… from the Void Between Realms… weighing in at 305 pounds… he is The Harbinger of Despair… The Reaper Prophet… The Plagueborn… SAMAEL DREDD!"
The sound of distant, ritualistic chanting grows louder, creeping under the music like a blasphemous sermon. Samael slowly begins his march down the ramp, his long black trench coat flowing behind him like death’s shroud.
As he reaches the ring, flames ignite along the sides of the ramp, flickering and twisting as if alive. The crowd murmurs, some taking a step back as if an unseen force is pressing against them.
Samael stops at the base of the ring, his head tilting slightly as he gazes into the audience, his expression unreadable—empty, void of empathy, only inevitability. He slowly places a hand on the apron, and as he does—
A FINAL SURGE OF FIRE BLASTS FROM THE RING POSTS.
He climbs the steps methodically, wiping his feet on the apron as if cleansing himself before stepping into his unholy altar. Once inside, he kneels in the center of the ring, head bowed, hands outstretched as if praying to an unseen force.
Then—without warning—he snaps his head back and lets out a guttural, echoing breath, his body shaking as if possessed. The lights flicker violently, and then—
DARKNESS.
For a few seconds, there is nothing. Silence. Stillness.
Then, the lights return, and Samael Dredd is standing in the corner, unmoving, his eyes locked on his opponent.
He does not speak. He does not react. He simply waits.
For the suffering to begin.
(As the lights in the arena plunge into darkness, an eerie silence descends over the crowd. The faint sound of wind howling fills the air, sending shivers down spines. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Wolf Totem" by The HU (featuring Jacoby Shaddix) thunder through the speakers, primal and haunting. A blood-red light floods the entrance ramp, illuminating a swirling mist of smoke that creeps along the ground like tendrils of something alive.
The screen above the stage flickers to life, showing the silhouette of a massive wolf prowling through a dark forest. As the beat drops, bursts of flame erupt from the stage, casting wild shadows across the arena. Through the flames and smoke emerges Fenrir Kaine, "The Demonic Werewolf." His imposing frame is silhouetted against the fiery backdrop, his head lowered, and his crimson eyes glinting beneath his hooded brow.
Ring Announcer: Now making his way to the ring! Fighting out of the Shadows of the Abyss! Weighing in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds and standing six feet and four inches tall! He is "The Demonic Werewolf" FENRIR KAINE!
Fenrir’s presence is palpable, an aura of raw, predatory menace that freezes the audience in place. As he begins his slow, deliberate march down the ramp, the flames on stage ignite once more, illuminating his every step. The red lights follow him like a spotlight, casting a sinister glow over his powerful frame. The mist clings to his boots as if the darkness itself refuses to let him go.
He reaches the ring steps and pauses, turning his gaze to the crowd. Their boos and jeers are drowned by the pulsating rhythm of his theme song, yet Fenrir remains unfazed. A low, guttural growl escapes his lips as he climbs the steps and enters the ring.
Once inside, Fenrir moves to the center of the ring, his massive frame towering over the referee. He throws back his head and lets out a bone-chilling howl, synchronized with a final burst of flame erupting from the ring posts. The lights flicker back to full brightness, but the chilling aura lingers as Fenrir Kaine removes his hood and glares out at the crowd with predatory intent.
He moves to his corner, leaning against the turnbuckle like a wolf surveying its prey, waiting for the match to begin. The arena buzzes with tension, every eye fixed on the terrifying force that is Fenrir Kaine.)
JR-Fenrir Kaine and Samael Dredd are two powerhouses that can mix up their styles also.
King-Ironically their opponents individually are a mix.
Kris Gaffney-Interesting clash, they get a mix up, but not as individuals.
[Fenrir Kaine and Malek Voss stand in the middle of the ring. They stare at each other down. Fenrir Kaine, and both wrestlers throw fists to the face. Fenrir Kaine connects with a knee lift, and Malek Voss gets whipped to the ropes. Malek Voss bounces off of the ropes. Fenrir Kaine gets hit with a running boot to the face that knocks him down on the mat. Malek Voss waits for Fenrir Kaine to get up to his feet. Malek Voss grabs Fenrir Kaine connects with a short arm clothesline that puts down Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, and Malek Voss tags in Vince Navarro. Vince Navarro kicks Fenrir Kaine in the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a vertical suplex, spins up, and hits another vertical suplex, and then spins up, and he connects with another vertical suplex to complete the Amigos forever. Vince Navarro goes into the cover on Fenrir Kaine the ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Fenrir Kaine. Fenrir Kaine is slow to get up to his feet, Vince Navarro lifts up Fenrir Kane, and he connects with a body slam on Fenrir Kaine. Vince Navarro goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-The Amigos so far are gaining the advantage.
King-The big boot turned the tide in this match.
Kris Gaffney-Well…that move has been effective in EMF past with various EMF superstars.
King-True…
[Vince Navarro jumps off the top rope, and at the last moment Fenrir Kaine moves out of the way, and both wrestlers are down on the mat, they get up to their feet. Vince Navarro connects with a few fists to the face, and he attempts to whips Fenrir Kaine to the ropes, but it’s reversed by Fenrir Kaine who connects with a spinning heel kick that puts down Vince Navarro. Vince Navarro goes down on the mat, and he gets up to his feet, and he gets knocked back with a super kick to the ropes he falls out of the ring to the ropes, and Fenrir Kain makes the tag to Samael Dredd. Dredd steps inside of the ring as Vince Navarroo attempts to get back into the ring, but it’s countered with a kick to the face, and this dazes Vince Navarro. Samael Dredd hooks him, and he drops him with a Doomsayers curse. Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Vince Navarro, the ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………2……..KICK OUT by Vince Navarro!!]
JR-Almost three!
King-Vince Navarro might think this isn’t very friendly…
[Samael Dredd waits for Vince Navarro, Malek Voss is able to tag after Dredd lifts him up in the air, Voss kicks him in the gut, and Vince Navarro attacks Fenrir. Voss drops him with a Worldbreaker!! Voss goes into the cover on Samael Dredd. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1…………..2………..3!!]
JR-Malek Voss makes a blindside tag, and it leads to a victory.
(Malek Voss and Vince Navarro celebrate their win as Shockwave fades to black.)
