(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken arena. Fireworks blasts on the stage, and the lights turn on. Fans yell, and wave their 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. I’m good ol’ JR, Jim Ross. I’m joined by Jerry “the King” Lawler, and Kris “KG” Gaffney.
King-Tonight Samael Dredd will face off against Billy Breeze.
Kris Gaffney-It’ll be falls count anywhere. The match could even end right here.
King-Shut up KG!
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
The opening notes of "Attitude" by The Misfits blast through the arena as the lights flicker and strobe. The entire crowd erupts into cheers and excitement as Sythe appears at the entrance ramp.
JR-Sythe is a contrast of styles here.
King-Sythe is going to have to use his speed to get a win.
Kris Gaffney-And high flying…King hits a piledriver didn’t hurt!
The arena lights dim, plunging the space into an anticipatory darkness. A hushed silence falls over the crowd, broken only by the distant sound of thunder. Suddenly, the opening notes of "Medieval Viking Music - For Honor (Ft. Peyton Parrish)" resonate through the speakers, their haunting melody echoing in the vastness of the arena.
As the music swells, the titantron flickers to life, displaying a mist-covered Nordic landscape. Towering mountains and dense, shadowy forests under a twilight sky fill the screen, creating an atmosphere of ancient, rugged wilderness.
Amidst this mystical backdrop, scenes of Viking lore begin to unfold on the titantron. Images of longships sailing through stormy seas, warriors brandishing shields and axes, and ethereal figures of Valkyries descending from the heavens captivate the audience, weaving a tale of epic battles and Norse mythology.
A deep, bellowing horn sounds, reminiscent of a Gjallarhorn, heralding the approach of a warrior. The crowd stirs with excitement as a lone figure emerges from the backstage, his silhouette imposing and powerful.
Ragnar Ayerswindale steps into the light, his figure colossal and commanding. He stands for a moment at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena with a calm, unyielding gaze. His attire, a fusion of traditional Viking elements and modern combat gear, complements his muscular build, and Norse runes glint on his gear under the arena lights.
As he begins his descent down the ramp, the music intensifies. The titantron shows images of thunderous battles juxtaposed with serene, majestic landscapes of the Nordic fjords, symbolizing the duality of Ragnar's nature – both a fierce warrior and a stoic guardian of ancient traditions.
Ragnar's movements are deliberate and measured, exuding confidence and a sense of purpose. He occasionally pauses to make eye contact with fans, his expression unchanging, an embodiment of the calm before the storm.
Reaching the ring, Ragnar ascends the steel steps with ease. He stands on the apron for a moment, closing his eyes as if to draw strength from the gods themselves. Then, with a swift and fluid motion, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring.
The music reaches a crescendo, and Ragnar raises his arms, acknowledging the crowd and the arena. The Norse imagery on the titantron gives way to a single, ancient rune, glowing brightly as if imbued with mystical power.
As the music fades and the lights return to normal, Ragnar begins his pre-match ritual, a silent nod to the Viking warriors of old. The arena buzzes with anticipation, the presence of this modern-day Viking leaving an indelible mark on all who witness his entrance.
JR-Ragnar Ayerswindale power is going to be something that Ragnar uses, and uses effectively.
King-Sythe is probably thinking he wished that he wouldn’t.
Kris Gaffney-You’re a mind reader now?
[Sythe and Ragnar Ayerswindale pace around the ring, and they lock up. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a knee lift into the gut that makes him doubles over. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects hard with a hard fist that drops him. Sythe is slow to get up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale connects with a few fists to the face that knocks back Sythe, he whips Sythe to the ropes, but Sythe bounces off of the ropes, and he goes for across body block, and it’s caught by Ragnar Ayerswindale. Ragnar goes into the corner, and he measures up on Sythe, and he connects with a Gunginar spear. Ragnar Ayerswindale goes into the cover on Sythe. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…….KICK OUT by Sythe!!]
JR-Sythe kicks out!
King-That was a big move, but still Sythe was able to find away to kick out.
Kris Gaffney-We’ll see what happens when things pile up however.
[Sythe is slow to get up to his feet Ragnar Ayerswindale hits a kick, and he lifts him up, but before he can hit Sythe with the Runestone power bomb, Sythe is able to counter with a hurricanarana that sends him flying to the corner, and he crashes into the corner.Ragnar Ayerswindale stumbles out of the corner, and Sythe connects with a one handed face crusher on Ragnar Ayerswindale. Sythe takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet. Ragnar Ayerswindale throws a wild fist to the face, and Sythe ducks under, and he connects with a running ezuguri to the side of the head, and he gets up, and drops him with a DDT. Sythe goes to the outside of the ring.]
JR-Sythe might be looking to end this match.
King-second rope fist drop….if you don’t do that you deserve what you get.
Kris Gaffney-…
[Sythe goes for the Sythenator, but at the last moment Ragnar gets his knee’s up driving the air out of Sythe. Ragnar rolls into the Midgard Serpent lock. The ref checks on Sythe. The ref gets no response he calls for the bell. ]
King-So…second rope fist drop, not looking so bad now?
(“you can look but you can’t touch” blasts on the PA system. Nikki Bella does her booty dance, and she walks down to the ring, and she steps inside of the ring.)
King-Nikki is a better parent than Dewey Pond!
Kris Gaffney-I hope I don’t have to remind you about how high of a bar that is…
JR-She’s talented, however I would like to buy her at her worth, and sell her at what she thinks she’s worth.
(“War” blasts on the PA system. Zoey Pierson walks out on the stage, she dances to the song, and she steps inside of the ring.)
JR-This is the first match in a while for ZOey.
King-Funny for someone who’s so bored.
[Nikki Bella and Zoey Pierson pace around the ring, and Zoey throws a wild fist to the face. Nikki Bella connects with a few forearm shots to the face that knocks Zoey Pierson backwards, and she attempts to the ropes. Nikki Bella gets reversed by Zoey Pierson. Nikki Bella bounces off of the ropes, and she connects with a flying clothesline that puts down Zoey Pierson. Zoey Pierson is slow to get up to her feet, and Zoey Pierson runs towards Nikki Bella. Nikki Bella connects with a hip toss that sends her down on the mat. Zoey Pierson is slow to get up to her feet, Nikki Bella kicks Zoey Pierson, and she connects with a sit down face buster. Nikki Bella pushes Zoey Pierson on to his back. Nikki Bella goes into the cover on Zoey Pierson. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Zoey Pierson.]
JR-Zoey Pierson was able to kick out.
King-You think she’ll have to have that boat brawl if she loses his match?
Kris Gaffney-Maybe….
[Zoey Pierson gets picked up, and Nikki Bella goes for the Rack Attack, but Zoey Pierson pushes Nikki Bella to the ropes, and she bounces off of the ropes, and she connects a spinning spine buster. Zoey Pierson takes a few moments to rest up, and Nikki Bella is slow to gets up to his feet. Nikki Bella runs otwards Zoey Pierson. Nikki Bella connects with a one handed face crusher.]
JR-Zoey Pierson might have turned the tables.
King- Well as a protester, that is her thing.
Kris Gaffney-Got to save the hotels somehow
[Nikki Bella is slow to get up to her feet, Zoey Pierson goes over to Nikki, Nikki pulls Zoey into the seocn dorpe. Nikki Bella waits for Zoey. Zoey Pierson gets picked up by Nikki Bella, Nikki Bella drops Zoey with a Rack Attack by Nikki Bella. Nikki Bella goes into the cover on Zoey Pierson. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]
JR-Nikki Bella gets the victory.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on the stage with his web camera. He steps does his pose on the turnbuckle, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder knows that you can’t take anyone lightly.
King-He’s seen a lot, his own teammate Tony Ikeda in the 2010s wouldn’t quite be the Badd Boy, but then find it out of no where.
Kris Gaffney-Ha! Out of no where!
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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 is why we mention it, Patrick hasn’t quite been himself but this week feels different.
King-When he’s on, he’s one of the best.
Kris Gaffney-No doubt about that.
[Zack Ryder and Patrick Payne pace around the ring, they lock up, and Patrick Payne puts him into a side head lock, and he holds on the pressure, and Zack Ryder looks for a way out of the hold, and he pushes him towards the ropes, and he whips Patrick Payne off of the hold, and he bounces off of the ropes, Patrick Payne connects with a shoulder block. Zack Ryder goes down, and he gets up, and he runs towards Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne connects with a hip toss into a reverse neck breaker. Patrick Payne measures up on Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder is slow to getup to his feet, and he connects with a kick to the gut, and he sets him up, and he connects with a stacked power bomb pinning combination on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………….2……..KICK OUT by Zack Ryder!! Patrick Payne sets him up, and he connects with a body slam. He goes to the outside of the irng, and he climbs up to the top rope.]
JR-Patrick Payne looking to go for a big move.
King-We’ll see how this works.
Kris Gaffney-Your still probably hoping for a second rope fist drop.
King-Top rope fist drop might be OK…never tried it.
[Patrick Payne jumps off of the top rope for the flight risk, but at the last moment Zack Ryder moves out of the way, and Patrick Payne crashes into the mat. Zack Ryder, and Patrick Payne are slow to get up to their feet. Patrick Payne is slow to get up to their feet. Zack Ryder connects with a jaw breaker that makes Patrick Payne stumble backwards. Zack Ryder runs, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Zack Ryder backs out of the corner. Patrick Payne stumbles around, and he falls into the corner into a seated position. Zack Ryder grins, and he backs up. Zack Ryder fist pumps (Woo! Woo! Woo!) Zack Ryder connects with a broski boot to the side of the head. Zack Ryder pulls Patrick Payne out of the ocrer, and Zack Ryder 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-Zack Ryder is gaining momentum.
King-He’s getting the views now.
Kris Gaffney-We missed the boat here!
[Zack Ryder goes for the rough ryder, but Patrick Payne ducks under, and he connects with a Payne Per View!! Zack Ryder is down on the mat! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2…………3!!]
JR-Zack tried to end the match, but Patrick Payne gets the victory.
(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-Jack Lynch chaos has brought him all the way to the extreme championship.
King-That was his element, now he might have to play a different game.
Kris Gaffney-He’s proven he’s can be just as good, but his opponent tonight is going to give him a serious challenge.
[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 is going to have to use his strength and agility
King-We’ll see how Mansa deals with the chaos.
Kris Gaffney-Maybe he should pour water on his hands.
[Jack Lynch and Mansa Carthage pace around the ring, and then they lock up. Mansa Carthage uses his power advantage to connect with a knee lift into the gut, and this doubles him over. Mansa Carthage whips Jack Lynch to the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage throws Jack Lynch in the air, and he crashes down on the mat. Mansa Carthage waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet, and he Mansa Carthage picks up Jack Lynch, and he drops him with a whiplash spine buster. Mansa Carthage goes into the corner, he waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet, and once he connects with a super man punch, Jack Lynch stumbles around. Jack Lynch gets lifted up, and gets hit with a two handed choke slam into a pinning combination. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Jack Lynch!!]
JR-Almost three.
King-Seemingly Albert somewhere thought that was three.
Kris Gaffney-Guess he wasn’t dealing with the X-Factor Dan Godwin loses hair
[Jack Lynch is slow to get up t his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Mansa Carthage grabs him around the throat, and he lifts him up. But Jack Lynch is able to counter with a DDT into the mat. Mansa Carthage gets driven into the mat. Jack Lynch gets up to his feet, and he ducks under a running big boot to the face, and Jack Lynch connects with a few knife edge chops to the chest, and he attempts to whip him to the ropes, but Mansa Carthage reverses the whip . Jack Lynch bounces off of the ropes. Mansa Carthage lowers his head, and he connects with a swinging neck breaker on Mansa Carthage. Mansa Carthage is much slower, and Jack Lynch connects with the Pandemonium Kick that drops Mansa Carthage. Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Mansa Carthage. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Mansa Carthage.]
JR- Mansa Carthage was able to kick out.
King-Chaos found a way.
Kris Gaffney-Checkmate!
[Jack Lynch tries to lift up Mansa, but Mansa blocks it, and Mansa turns it into a Dragons descend!! Mansa Carthage goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2…………3!!]
JR-Mansa Carthage blocks, and gets the victory
(“Cult of personality” blasts on the PA system. CM Punk walks out on the stage, he walks down to the ring. He steps inside of the ring.)
JR-CM Punk calls himself the best in the world.
King-I think his opponent will have something to say about that.
Kris Gaffney-I think both will have a lot to say, and do.
[I’m better than you and you know it” Is said over the loud speakers right before Lamb Of God- “Overlord” hits. The crowd erupts in boos as the lighting begins to flash green and gold. The ramp fills with images of money as Azar Vulcan steps out from the back with a smug grin on his face. He stops atop of the ramp laughing at the fans.]
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds and standing 5’11”. He is The EMF World Heavyweight Champion, The Best In The World, Azar “Mastermind” Vulcan!
JR-Azar Vulcan was champion for almost a year.
King-That’s because he’s better than everyone else.
[Azar Vulcan and CM Punk stand in the middle of the ring. Azar Vulcan connects with a knee lift into the gut, and he whips CM Punk to the ropes. CM Punk bounces off of the ropes. Azar Vulcan connects with af lying knee to the face. CM Punk is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Azar Vulcan whips him to the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Azar Vulcan runs towards the corner. Azar Vulcan connects with a clothesline in the corner, and CM Punk stumbles out of the corner. Azar Vulcan connects with a kick to the gut, and he sets up CM Punk, and he drops him with a brain buster!! Azar Vulcan measures up, and he runs towards the ropes, and he connects with a spring board moonsault on CM Punk!! Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on CM Punk. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……….2……KICK OUT by CM Punk!]
JR-CM Punk was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Shut up JR! He’s just letting Punk stick around because he hasn’t admitted how much better than he is.
Kris Gaffney-If anyone who would have issues with that it is Punk…
[Azar Vulcan waits for Punk to get up to his feet, and Azar Vulcan goes for the Money Maker, but it’s ducked under by CM Punk. CM Punk pushes him towards the ropes, and he bounces off CM Punk connects with a leg lariat dropping Azar Vulcan. Azar gets up to his feet, and he stumbles into the corner, and he falls into the corner. CM Punk connects with a running knee to the face, CM Punk turns around, and he connects with a bulldog on Azar Vulcan.]
JR-CM Punk might be gaining momentum here.
King-We need to bring back Mack Daddy to slap JR.
Kris Gaffney-Needed to mention that.
[CM Punk waits for Azar Vulcan and he lifts up Azar Vulcan. Azar Vulcan rakes the eyes of CM Punk. Azar Vulcan connects with the Money Maker dropping Punk!! Azar Vulcan goes into the cover on Punk. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………3!!]
JR-Azar Vulcan gets the victory through questionable methods
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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 ability should aide him in this sort of match.
King-It does lend itself to brawling, but that doesn’t mean he’s at a total advantage.
Kris Gaffney-That’s true.
The arena is bathed in darkness.
A deep, guttural whispering slithers through the sound system—indecipherable, eerie, and inhuman, as if a thousand damned souls are muttering their final prayers. The air in the arena feels heavy, suffocating, like the presence of something unholy has seeped into reality itself.
Then, the first haunting notes of "Lucifer" by Behemoth rumble through the speakers, low and ominous, like a funeral hymn for the apocalypse. A single, blood-red spotlight flickers onto the stage, revealing a towering, cloaked figure standing in the center—motionless, head lowered, as if awaiting a divine command.
Smoke pours from the ground, swallowing the entrance ramp in thick, swirling shadows. Suddenly—
FOUR PILLARS OF FLAME ERUPT from the stage, casting monstrous shadows across the walls. A deep, droning bell tolls through the arena, and the cloaked figure finally moves.
Samael Dredd slowly lifts his head, revealing his face beneath the hood—painted in cracked, corpse-like war paint, his abyssal eyes devoid of humanity. The red glow from the flames illuminates him like a demon conjured from hell itself.
Ring Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring… from the Void Between Realms… weighing in at 305 pounds… he is The Harbinger of Despair… The Reaper Prophet… The Plagueborn… SAMAEL DREDD!"
The sound of distant, ritualistic chanting grows louder, creeping under the music like a blasphemous sermon. Samael slowly begins his march down the ramp, his long black trench coat flowing behind him like death’s shroud.
As he reaches the ring, flames ignite along the sides of the ramp, flickering and twisting as if alive. The crowd murmurs, some taking a step back as if an unseen force is pressing against them.
Samael stops at the base of the ring, his head tilting slightly as he gazes into the audience, his expression unreadable—empty, void of empathy, only inevitability. He slowly places a hand on the apron, and as he does—
A FINAL SURGE OF FIRE BLASTS FROM THE RING POSTS.
He climbs the steps methodically, wiping his feet on the apron as if cleansing himself before stepping into his unholy altar. Once inside, he kneels in the center of the ring, head bowed, hands outstretched as if praying to an unseen force.
Then—without warning—he snaps his head back and lets out a guttural, echoing breath, his body shaking as if possessed. The lights flicker violently, and then—
DARKNESS.
For a few seconds, there is nothing. Silence. Stillness.
Then, the lights return, and Samael Dredd is standing in the corner, unmoving, his eyes locked on his opponent.
He does not speak. He does not react. He simply waits.
For the suffering to begin.
JR-And that reason why is the size of Samael Dredd.
King-Samael power is going to be difficult to deal with.
[Billy Breeze and Samael Dredd pace around the ring, and they lock up. Samael Dredd throws Billy Breeze backwards, and Samael Dredd drops Billy Breeze down with a shoulder block. Samael Dredd is ready as Billy Breeze falls out of the ring, and he attempts to get back into the ring, and Samael Dredd connects with a kick to the face of Billy Breeze, and he connects with the Doomslayers curse that drops Billy Breeze. Billy Breeze rolls out of the ring, and he falls out of the ring, and Samael Dredd follows Billy Breeze. Samael Dredd sets up Billy Breeze, and he lifts him up, and he drops Billy Breeze. Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Billy Breeze. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………KICK OUT by Billy Breeze!!]
JR-Almost three.
King-Billy Breeze must have used his second wind to kick out of that.
Kris Gaffney-I don’t think video games would save him, that was all him.
[Billy Breeze gets picked up, and he attempts to whip him to the ring steps, but Billy Breeze is able to reverse it. Samael Dredd crashes hard into the ring steps shoulder first. Samael Dredd gets up, and he stumbles forward in pain, and Billy Breeze runs behind Samael Dredd, and he connects with a one handed face crusher on Samael Dredd on the ramp. Billy Breeze waits for Samael Dredd to get up to his feet, and Billy Breeze connects with a belly to belly over head throw once again on the steel ramp. Billy Breeze stalks Samael Dredd, and he connects with a Harlem Hook that drops Samael Dredd. Billy Breeze goes into the cover on Samael Dredd. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2…….KICK OUT by Samael Dredd!!]
JR-Billy Breeze used his surroundings to almost defeat Samael Dredd.
King-If anyone has played the Beat the Streak game on WWE 2k14…the outside is your best friend.
Kris Gaffney-True….
[Billy Breeze goes for the Specters Grip, but it’s blocked by Samael Dredd, and throws him off. Billy Breeze gets up to his feet. Samael Dredd drops him with the Judgment End’s. Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Billy Breeze. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………….2……….3!!]
JR-Samael Dredd gets the victory.
King-Billy Breeze couldn’t quite lock in the Specters Grip.
(Samael Dredd feeling the effects of the match backs away from ring side as Shockwave goes off the air.)
