(The EMF logo flashes on the screen.)
(We open up to the darken area. Pryotechnics blasts on the stage, and the lights turn on, and the camera searches around as the crowd yell and wave their signs. They 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 the TV champion Jackson Gunner, will take on the Dungeon Master.
Kris Gaffney-There will be singing, and smiling.
JR-Let’s get started with the first match of the night.
(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 enjoys chaos.
King-Even though this is a normal match.
Kris Gaffney- dumps water on his hands that’s uh chaos.
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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 looking to get back in a title race.
King-Jack Lynch is not going to make it easy.
Kris Gaffney-It never is
[Patrick Payne and Jack Lynch face off, and Patrick Payne and Jack Lynch throws fists to the face, but neither one is backing down, and Patrick Payne ducks one of the fists, and he runs towards the ropes. Patrick Payne bounces off of the ropes. Jack Lynch drops him with a knife edge chop hard on his chest. Jack Lynch kicks Patrick Payne in the gut, and he throws him hard into the corner, and he stumbles out of the corner, Jack Lynch hooks Patrick Payne, and he connects with a release northern lights suplex that sends Patrick Payne flying through the air, and he crashes into the mat. Patrick Payne gets up, and he gets knocked down with the Pandemonium Kick that drops Patrick Payne. Jack Lynch goes into the cover on Patrick Payne. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2…….KICK OUT by Patrick Payne!!]
JR-Patrick Payne was able to kick out!
King-He’s feeling the pain for sure.
Kris Gaffney-Payne to the max!
[Patrick Payne is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Patrick Payne gets picked up on Jack Lynch shoulders, but Patrick Payne answers with a few back elbows to the side of the head of Jack Lynch. Patrick Payne slides out of the back. Patrick Payne pushes Jack Lynch into the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes, and Patrick Payne connects with a hip toss into a reverse neck breaker that puts him down on the mat. Patrick Payne takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet. Jack Lynch is up to his feet. Patrick Payne ducks under a wild fist to the face, and Patrick Payne drops him with a body slam. Patrick Payne goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Patrick Payne connects with the flight risk. Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………KICK OUT by Patrick Payne.
JR-Patrick Payne is turning the corner.
King-Maybe you’ll turn the corner to my fist JR.
Kris Gaffney-Ouch…
[Patrick Payne waits for Jack Lynch to get up to his feet. Jack Lynch gets kicked by Patrick Payne. Patrick Payne sets him up, Patrick Payne drops him with the Payne Per View!! Patrick Payne goes into the cover on Jack Lynch. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………2………..3!!]
JR-Patrick Payne didn’t get the pin, but he was able to stun Jack Lynch enough to end the match.
(“Radio” blasts on the PA system. Zack Ryder walks out on with the web camera. Zack Ryder walks to the ring, and he steps inside of the ring.)
JR-Zack Ryder can mix up a ground game with quick arrial moves.
King- You might not see him do a flip I don’t think, but his moves will be effective….Ryder SECOND ROPE FIST DROP! DOOOOO IT!
Kris Gaffney-You’ll never let that go…
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 on the other hand will rely more on the flashy aerial moves.
King-He’ll go for the big impact moves.
Kris Gaffney-Although your not a fan of high risk moves.
[Zack Ryder and Sythe pace around the ring, and they lock up. Sythe takes down Zack Ryder with an arm drag take down, and Zack Ryder. Sythe connects with a jumping clothesline that knocks down Zack Ryder. Zack Ryder gets up to his feet. Sythe waits for Zack Ryder to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Zack Ryder gets hit with a few fists to the face that knocks him backwards, and Sythe whips him to the ropes. Zack Ryder bounces off of the ropes, Sythe connects with a power slam. Sythe goes into the cover the ref counts 1……….2…….KICK OUT by Zack Ryder!!]
JR-Zack Ryder kicks out.
King-Sick bro…or broski looks sick.
Kris Gaffney-Ouch!
[Zack Ryder is slow to get up to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet, Sythe goes for a hurricanarana, but it’s blocked by Zack Ryder who throws Sythe, and he throws Sythe into the corner for the buckle bomb, followed up with a clothesline in the corner. Sythe falls into the corner, and he Zack Ryder grins, fist pumps Woo! Woo! Woo! Zack Ryder connects with the broski boot to the side of the face. Zack Ryder backs up, and he calls for the Rough Ryder.]
JR-Zack Ryder looks to end this match.
King-That would be sick.
Kris Gaffney-So what happen to Zack Ryder not feeling well?
King-He got better!
[Zack Ryder goes for the Rough Ryder, but Sythe ducks under, and he connects with a reverse neck breaker. Sythe goes to the outside of the ring, and he climbs up to the top rope. Sythe connects with the Syhenator. Sythe goes into the cover on Zack Ryder. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………2………3!!]
JR-Sythe countered the Rough Ryder and got the victory.
(“Game On” blasts on the PA system. Tony Ikeda walks out on the stage, he steps inside fo the ring.)
JR-Tony Ikeda is looking to continue his momentum.
King-Considering how old he is momentum probably is difficult for him these days.
Kris Gaffney-HA!
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[The arena lights dim to a near blackout, plunging the audience into darkness. A low hum begins to emanate from the speakers, building a sense of uneasy anticipation. The crowd is restless, unsure of what to expect. Suddenly, a single, flickering spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp, casting long shadows that dance across the floor like specters. The haunting, familiar melody of "Over the Rainbow" by Judy Garland begins to play softly over the speakers, its gentle notes drifting through the arena like a lullaby from another world.]
Ring Announcer (with a mix of uncertainty and dread):
"Ladies and gentlemen... making his way to the ring... from Ravenwood Asylum, Hollow Point, Maine... weighing in at 207 pounds... Victor... 'Vex'... Thorn!"
[As the announcer's voice echoes through the arena, the song continues to play softly, its calm, dream-like quality creating a chilling contrast with the darkness of the arena. Slowly, from behind the curtain, emerges Victor "Vex" Thorn. His movements are slow and deliberate, almost as if he’s gliding rather than walking. He is dressed in a tattered, old-style suit jacket that looks decades out of fashion, with loose, dirt-stained pants and mismatched shoes—an attire that looks as though it was pieced together from a forgotten wardrobe in the depths of an asylum. His head is slightly tilted to the side, his expression a blank canvas that shifts subtly between confusion, curiosity, and something far more sinister.]
[The spotlight follows Victor as he begins his descent down the ramp, his pace methodical and unpredictable. With each step, his head twitches, his eyes darting around as if he’s listening to voices that no one else can hear. The soft notes of "Over the Rainbow" continue to float through the arena, but the melody now carries an eerie distortion—stretching and bending in places, creating a warped sense of nostalgia that sends chills down the spines of those watching.]
[Halfway down the ramp, Victor stops abruptly, his body rigid. He stands motionless for a few seconds, staring blankly ahead as if he's frozen in time. The music suddenly distorts further—notes dragging unnaturally, almost as if the record is being slowed down by an unseen hand. His lips curl into a small, almost childlike smile, but there’s no warmth in it—only a cold, unsettling emptiness. Suddenly, Victor's head snaps to the side, and his expression shifts to one of intense focus. He begins to mumble to himself, his words incoherent and frantic, his eyes darting back and forth. The audience is left in an uneasy silence, with only the distorted melody filling the void.]
[The song picks up again, playing normally for a few more notes, but now with a faint echo that seems to bounce around the arena like ghostly whispers. Victor resumes his approach to the ring, but his movements become more erratic—at times, he shuffles like a puppet with broken strings; other times, he moves with an eerie grace, almost like a dancer in a dark, twisted ballet.]
[As he reaches ringside, he suddenly lunges forward and grabs the bottom rope, his face inches away from the camera. His eyes widen, his mouth contorts into a manic grin, and he begins to laugh—a soft, breathy giggle that grows louder and more deranged with each passing second. The laughter is amplified through the speakers, layered with an unsettling echo, making it seem as if there are multiple voices laughing alongside him. The crowd watches in stunned silence, unsure whether to be horrified or mesmerized by the spectacle unfolding before them.]
[Victor crawls under the bottom rope and into the ring, still giggling uncontrollably. He crawls on all fours toward the center, where he slowly rises to his feet. He stands in the middle of the ring, his head down, the giggling fading into a low hum. Suddenly, the music cuts off, leaving the arena in absolute silence. Victor’s head snaps up, and his eyes lock onto the hard camera. The eerie smile vanishes, replaced by a cold, emotionless stare. The audience feels a collective shiver as he stands there, unblinking, as if staring directly into their souls.]
[Then, without warning, he throws his head back and lets out a blood-curdling scream—a sound that pierces through the silence like a knife. The arena lights flash wildly, alternating between blinding white and total darkness in rapid succession, creating a disorienting strobe effect. The crowd gasps, some even recoiling in their seats from the sheer intensity of it all. The scream suddenly cuts off, and the lights go completely dark once more.]
[For a moment, there is nothing but darkness and silence. Then, the flickering spotlight returns, revealing Victor standing perfectly still in his corner, his head tilted, his eyes wide and unblinking. He begins to sway gently from side to side, almost as if he’s rocking himself to sleep. The song "Over the Rainbow" starts again, but this time it's warped and distant, as if playing from an old, broken music box. The effect is haunting—an innocent melody turned into a chilling lullaby for a broken mind.]
[The audience remains in stunned silence, unsure of what they’ve just witnessed. Victor "Vex" Thorn stands there, swaying, his presence alone enough to fill the arena with an air of unpredictable danger. The crowd knows that whatever comes next will be unlike anything they've ever seen before.]
JR-Usually a tag team wrestler, Victor Thorn will be walking into unfamiliar terroritory.
King-Just don’t ask X-Pac, or Road Dogg as much as a great tag team they are…their not so good at that…
Kris Gaffney-Or booking seemingly
[Tony Ikeda and Victor Thorn pace around the ring, and then Victor Thorn locks up Tony Ikeda. Tony Ikeda pushes him into the corner. Victor Thorn connects with a few knee lift into the gut, he brings Tony Ikeda out of the corner. Tony Ikeda gets whipped to the ropes, and he bounces off o the ropes. Victor Thorn connects with a belly to belly over head throw, Tony Ikeda crashes into the mat. He is slow to get up to his feet. Tony gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda gets lifted up, and dropped with a slam. Victor connects with a senton on the downed Tony Ikeda. Victor Throne goes into the cover on Tony Ikeda. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1………..2…….KICK OUT by Tony Ikeda]
JR-Victor Throne taking it to Tony Ikeda.
King-Tony will remember this…and he has forever for that.
Kris Gaffney-HA! Like the Tale Tail game where it actually matters
[Tony Ikeda is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Victor sets up Tony Ikeda, but it’s countered with a few elbows to the side of the face, and he throws hi mtowards the ropes, and he connects with a one man flap jac. Victor Thorn is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Tony Ikeda connects with a full nelson slam!]
JR-Tony Ikeda might have hit the move that changes this match.
King-Victor Thorn probably didn’t wish that.
Kris Gaffney- I highly doubt that Tony cares.
[Tony Ikeda waits for Victor Thorn to get up to his feet, Tony hooks Victor, but Victor blocks the Full nelson suplex, and he rolls up Tony Ikeda into a victory roll pin. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2………..3!!]
JR-Victor Thorn with a huge victory!
The arena lights slowly dim… not to black, but to a deep amber hue, casting long shadows across the entrance stage. A single spotlight hits the curtain. Then—
“And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder…”
Johnny Cash’s voice rolls out slow, cold, and final. “The Man Comes Around” begins—no pyro, no flash, just presence. The kind of presence that makes grown men sit up straight and keep their mouths shut.
Joey Bellarosa steps through the curtain with the confidence of a man who doesn’t walk—he arrives.
He’s dressed in a custom-fitted, jet-black suit. No tie. Collar loose. A single gold chain rests across his chest. He adjusts the cuffs on his jacket, like he’s preparing for a meeting—not a fight.
Flanking him are two women: Seraphine Quinn and Rosa Milioti.
Seraphine walks like a queen, calm and composed, her gaze forward, never breaking focus. Rosa, on the other side, chews gum, smirks, and scans the crowd like she’s daring someone to make eye contact. Together, they don’t follow Joey—they orbit him.
Smoke creeps across the floor like fog rolling in from the streets. The spotlight stays fixed on Joey as he slowly makes his way to the ring, never looking left or right. The crowd? They’re not booing. They’re not cheering. They’re watching. Respectfully. Nervously.
As the music swells—
“Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still…”
Joey reaches the ring steps and pauses. He removes his jacket, folds it with care, and hands it to Seraphine, who takes it without a word. Rosa cracks her knuckles and leans against the barricade, eyes still scanning the crowd.
Joey wipes his boots on the apron—not out of respect for the ring, but because this is his house, and you don’t walk filth across your own floors.
He enters the ring slow. Controlled. No wasted motion. He walks to the center and stands still, eyes down. When the music hits the final verse—
“…and behold, a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death…”
Joey lifts his chin. Stares dead into the hard cam. No emotion. No expression. Just the eyes of a man who’s already decided how this ends.
And then—
Samantha Irvin’s voice echoes with reverence and weight.
"Introducing… from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 245 pounds… he is The Don… JOEYYYYYY… BELLAROSA!"
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just stands in the center of the ring while the lights return to full.
Because the match hasn’t started.
Not yet.
Joey’s just letting you understand what you stepped into.
This isn’t hype.
This is business.
And business is about to be handled.
JR-Joey Bellarosa is going to get a great challenge out of Aari Maxwell.
King-Well, other than talent Joey also has there isn’t a lot of tape on him.
Kris Gaffney-He’s what every rookie sensation QB in the NFL wishes could happen.
(Animal sounds echo the arena when the lights go black. The lights turn on green and an image of a giant alligator moves up the ramp, when it gets to the top it bites down, fireworks shoot from the sage and from up in the rafters comes sliding Aari Maxwell comes sliding down. Once close enough he unclips himself, lands in the ring, rolls, jumps up ontop of the ring post and shouts "CRIKEY!" To the fans with his arms out. He jumps, springs off of the rope and does a backflip landing on his feet. Aari "The Zoo Keeper, slides into his corner, bends down wrapping his arms around the ropes with his back on the post smiling as he waits for the match to begin.)
JR-Aari Maxwell experience, speed, and knowledge of animals will aide him.
King-Crikey!
Kris Gaffney-That too.
[Joey Bellarosa and Aari Maxwell pace around the ring, and Joey Bellarosa goes for a wild fist to the face, and Aari Maxwell is able to duck under, and he runs towards the ropes, Aari Maxwell is able to go for a spring board cutter, but it’s countered by Joey Bellarosa who pushes off Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell bounces off of the ropes. Joey Bellarosa connects with a spinning spine buster that puts him down on the mat. Joey Bellarosa waits as Aari Maxwell gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Aari Maxwell gets up in the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Aari Maxwell stumbles out of the corner, Joey Bellarosa connects with the Mafia Kick. Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref counts 1……….2……..KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Crikey!
Kris Gaffney-Guess not how you want to start the match, but I’m certain in the wild things don’t always go as you are hoping.
[Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, he gets picked up by Joey Bellarosa, but Aari Maxwell is able to counter with a kick to the side of the head this dazes him, and Aari Maxwell runs otward sthe ropes, and he connects with a spring board cutter. Aari Maxwell takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet he see’s that Joey Bellarosa is getting up to his feet, Aari Maxwell lifts him up, and he connects with a body slam. Aari Maxwell climbs up to the top rope, and he sets up, and he jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a 630 senton that connects with it. Aari Maxwell doesn’t go for the cover, instead he gets up, and he calls for the end of the match.]
JR-Aari Maxwell is going for that killer instinct.
King-Definitely something you need in the wild
[Aari Maxwell waits as Joey gets up to his feet, and Aari Maxwell lifts him up. Joey rakes the eyes of Aari Maxwell. Joey lands on his feet, and he sets up Aari Maxwell, and Joey connects with a La Famiglia Special on Aari. Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………..3!!]
JR-Joey tactics questionable as they are stretched the rules, and got him the 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.]
JR-Billy Breeze is a former world champion, and is looking to get back into a title race.
King-He’s facing someone with power, and height, but he does know how to plan against that.
Kris Gaffney-Certain the planning will start with video games though…
The arena is bathed in darkness.
A deep, guttural whispering slithers through the sound system—indecipherable, eerie, and inhuman, as if a thousand damned souls are muttering their final prayers. The air in the arena feels heavy, suffocating, like the presence of something unholy has seeped into reality itself.
Then, the first haunting notes of "Lucifer" by Behemoth rumble through the speakers, low and ominous, like a funeral hymn for the apocalypse. A single, blood-red spotlight flickers onto the stage, revealing a towering, cloaked figure standing in the center—motionless, head lowered, as if awaiting a divine command.
Smoke pours from the ground, swallowing the entrance ramp in thick, swirling shadows. Suddenly—
FOUR PILLARS OF FLAME ERUPT from the stage, casting monstrous shadows across the walls. A deep, droning bell tolls through the arena, and the cloaked figure finally moves.
Samael Dredd slowly lifts his head, revealing his face beneath the hood—painted in cracked, corpse-like war paint, his abyssal eyes devoid of humanity. The red glow from the flames illuminates him like a demon conjured from hell itself.
Ring Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring… from the Void Between Realms… weighing in at 305 pounds… he is The Harbinger of Despair… The Reaper Prophet… The Plagueborn… SAMAEL DREDD!"
The sound of distant, ritualistic chanting grows louder, creeping under the music like a blasphemous sermon. Samael slowly begins his march down the ramp, his long black trench coat flowing behind him like death’s shroud.
As he reaches the ring, flames ignite along the sides of the ramp, flickering and twisting as if alive. The crowd murmurs, some taking a step back as if an unseen force is pressing against them.
Samael stops at the base of the ring, his head tilting slightly as he gazes into the audience, his expression unreadable—empty, void of empathy, only inevitability. He slowly places a hand on the apron, and as he does—
A FINAL SURGE OF FIRE BLASTS FROM THE RING POSTS.
He climbs the steps methodically, wiping his feet on the apron as if cleansing himself before stepping into his unholy altar. Once inside, he kneels in the center of the ring, head bowed, hands outstretched as if praying to an unseen force.
Then—without warning—he snaps his head back and lets out a guttural, echoing breath, his body shaking as if possessed. The lights flicker violently, and then—
DARKNESS.
For a few seconds, there is nothing. Silence. Stillness.
Then, the lights return, and Samael Dredd is standing in the corner, unmoving, his eyes locked on his opponent.
He does not speak. He does not react. He simply waits.
For the suffering to begin.
JR-Samael Dredd is a former IC champion.
King-He’s looking to hold it again, but Billy Breeze is not going to be easy to defeat for sure.
[Billy Breeze and Samael Dredd pace around the ring, and they lock up. Billy Breeze gets hit with a knee lift into the gut that doubles over Billy Breeze, and he whips Billy Breeze to the ropes. Billy Breeze gets hit with a big boot to the face by Samael Dredd. Billy Breeze gets up to his feet, and once he get sup to his feet. Samael Dredd picks up Billy Breeze, and he brings him towards the corner, and he throws him towards the corner, and he connects with the snake eyes. Billy Breeze stumbles around, and he uses the ropes to keep him up, and Samael Dredd connects with a clothesline over the top rope. Billy Breeze lands on the apron. Samael Dredd measures up, Billy Breeze tries to get into the ring. Billy Breeze gets hit with a kick to the face. Samael Dredd sets up Billy Breeze, and he connects with the doomsayers curse. Samael Dredd goes into the cover on Billy Breeze. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Billy Breeze.]
JR-Billy Breeze is starting out slow.
King- Maybe he’ll use his second wind.
Kris Gaffney-He’s probably hoping this is nothing like defeat the streak in WWE 2k14.
[Samael Dredd picks up Billy Breeze over his shoulder and he goes to the corner, and Billy Breeze slides out of the back. Billy Breeze pushes Samael Dredd to the corner. Samael Dredd stumbles around, and then hooks him. Billy Breeze connects with a german suplex release that sends him flying through the air, and he crashes into the mat. Samael Dredd is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Billy Breeze ducks under a wild big boot to the face, and he runs towards the ropes, and he bounces off of the ropes. Billy Breeze connects with a flying shoulder block that makes Samael Dredd falling backwards. Billy Breeze measures up on 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-Samael Dredd couldn’t keep Billy Breeze down however.
King-Sure hope he has a relative judge….
Kris Gaffney-HA! Someone got that.
[Samael Dredd is slow to get up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet. Billy Breeze goes for the Specters Grip, but as he’s bringing him down, Samael Dredd is able to slide out, and he does a pinning combination on Billy Breeze. The ref counts 1……………2…………3!!]
JR-Samael Dredd gets the victory
The arena lights slowly dim… not to black, but to a deep amber hue, casting long shadows across the entrance stage. A single spotlight hits the curtain. Then—
“And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder…”
Johnny Cash’s voice rolls out slow, cold, and final. “The Man Comes Around” begins—no pyro, no flash, just presence. The kind of presence that makes grown men sit up straight and keep their mouths shut.
Joey Bellarosa steps through the curtain with the confidence of a man who doesn’t walk—he arrives.
He’s dressed in a custom-fitted, jet-black suit. No tie. Collar loose. A single gold chain rests across his chest. He adjusts the cuffs on his jacket, like he’s preparing for a meeting—not a fight.
Flanking him are two women: Seraphine Quinn and Rosa Milioti.
Seraphine walks like a queen, calm and composed, her gaze forward, never breaking focus. Rosa, on the other side, chews gum, smirks, and scans the crowd like she’s daring someone to make eye contact. Together, they don’t follow Joey—they orbit him.
Smoke creeps across the floor like fog rolling in from the streets. The spotlight stays fixed on Joey as he slowly makes his way to the ring, never looking left or right. The crowd? They’re not booing. They’re not cheering. They’re watching. Respectfully. Nervously.
As the music swells—
“Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still…”
Joey reaches the ring steps and pauses. He removes his jacket, folds it with care, and hands it to Seraphine, who takes it without a word. Rosa cracks her knuckles and leans against the barricade, eyes still scanning the crowd.
Joey wipes his boots on the apron—not out of respect for the ring, but because this is his house, and you don’t walk filth across your own floors.
He enters the ring slow. Controlled. No wasted motion. He walks to the center and stands still, eyes down. When the music hits the final verse—
“…and behold, a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death…”
Joey lifts his chin. Stares dead into the hard cam. No emotion. No expression. Just the eyes of a man who’s already decided how this ends.
And then—
Samantha Irvin’s voice echoes with reverence and weight.
"Introducing… from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 245 pounds… he is The Don… JOEYYYYYY… BELLAROSA!"
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just stands in the center of the ring while the lights return to full.
Because the match hasn’t started.
Not yet.
Joey’s just letting you understand what you stepped into.
This isn’t hype.
This is business.
And business is about to be handled.
JR-Joey Bellarosa is going to get a great challenge out of Aari Maxwell.
King-Well, other than talent Joey also has there isn’t a lot of tape on him.
Kris Gaffney-He’s what every rookie sensation QB in the NFL wishes could happen.
(Animal sounds echo the arena when the lights go black. The lights turn on green and an image of a giant alligator moves up the ramp, when it gets to the top it bites down, fireworks shoot from the sage and from up in the rafters comes sliding Aari Maxwell comes sliding down. Once close enough he unclips himself, lands in the ring, rolls, jumps up ontop of the ring post and shouts "CRIKEY!" To the fans with his arms out. He jumps, springs off of the rope and does a backflip landing on his feet. Aari "The Zoo Keeper, slides into his corner, bends down wrapping his arms around the ropes with his back on the post smiling as he waits for the match to begin.)
JR-Aari Maxwell experience, speed, and knowledge of animals will aide him.
King-Crikey!
Kris Gaffney-That too.
[Joey Bellarosa and Aari Maxwell pace around the ring, and Joey Bellarosa goes for a wild fist to the face, and Aari Maxwell is able to duck under, and he runs towards the ropes, Aari Maxwell is able to go for a spring board cutter, but it’s countered by Joey Bellarosa who pushes off Aari Maxwell. Aari Maxwell bounces off of the ropes. Joey Bellarosa connects with a spinning spine buster that puts him down on the mat. Joey Bellarosa waits as Aari Maxwell gets up to his feet, and once he gets up to his feet, Aari Maxwell gets up in the corner, and he connects with a clothesline in the corner. Aari Maxwell stumbles out of the corner, Joey Bellarosa connects with the Mafia Kick. Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref counts 1……….2……..KICK OUT by Aari Maxwell!!]
JR-Aari Maxwell was able to kick out at the last moment.
King-Crikey!
Kris Gaffney-Guess not how you want to start the match, but I’m certain in the wild things don’t always go as you are hoping.
[Aari Maxwell is slow to get up to his feet, he gets picked up by Joey Bellarosa, but Aari Maxwell is able to counter with a kick to the side of the head this dazes him, and Aari Maxwell runs otward sthe ropes, and he connects with a spring board cutter. Aari Maxwell takes a few moments to rest up, and once he gets up to his feet he see’s that Joey Bellarosa is getting up to his feet, Aari Maxwell lifts him up, and he connects with a body slam. Aari Maxwell climbs up to the top rope, and he sets up, and he jumps off of the top rope, and he connects with a 630 senton that connects with it. Aari Maxwell doesn’t go for the cover, instead he gets up, and he calls for the end of the match.]
JR-Aari Maxwell is going for that killer instinct.
King-Definitely something you need in the wild
[Aari Maxwell waits as Joey gets up to his feet, and Aari Maxwell lifts him up. Joey rakes the eyes of Aari Maxwell. Joey lands on his feet, and he sets up Aari Maxwell, and Joey connects with a La Famiglia Special on Aari. Joey Bellarosa goes into the cover on Aari Maxwell. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1…………..2………..3!!]
JR-Joey tactics questionable as they are stretched the rules, and got him the win.
The arena is plunged into eerie darkness. A single spotlight beams down on the entrance stage, revealing an enormous 20-sided die (D20), its numbers glowing with arcane energy. The haunting opening chords of “Binks’ Sake” start to play, gentle and mysterious, the crowd immediately clapping along.
Suddenly, on the massive LED screen, a colossal animated dragon bursts forth—its scales shimmering violet and gold. It coils and roars, unleashing a torrent of digital flame straight down the ramp. As the fire rushes forward, spotlights follow, making it seem as if the very ramp itself is set ablaze, leading to the ring.
At that moment, from beneath the stage, a ring of real flames erupts. Rising through the fire, guitar in hand and bathed in flickering orange and purple light, stands The Dungeon Master. He strikes a rockstar pose, head thrown back, hair wild, the guitar gleaming across his chest. The arena explodes with cheers.
He launches into a flamboyant air guitar solo, strutting to the music, every step in sync with the rolling animation of the D20, which now tumbles down the ramp in perfect time with his movement—projected to look as if it’s rolling just ahead of him, leading the way to destiny.
Each of his steps triggers a cascade of lighting effects—arcane runes illuminate underfoot, bursts of fireworks erupt from the ramp, and shooting flames flare on either side. He spins and dances, encouraging the crowd to join in, then leaps onto the ring apron, pausing to soak in the roaring energy of the fans.
With a grand flourish, he vaults into the ring, landing center stage in an epic rockstar stance. He rips a final, thunderous strum on his guitar—at that precise moment, golden sparks rain down from the rafters, surrounding him in a shimmering storm, as purple and gold spotlights swirl around the ring.
As the music fades, the dragon on the screen loops and lands atop a mountain of dice, bellowing one last time as flames curl around the frame.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring… hailing from the Astral Plane… but Louder! Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds… he is the BARD of BRUTALITY… the MASTER of MAYHEM… THE DUNGEON MASTER!
The Dungeon Master drops to one knee, raises his guitar like a legendary sword, and flashes a wild, infectious grin as the crowd erupts—his legend already unfolding before the match has even begun.
JR-A member of the Maledictum has a long standing feud with A Few Badd Men.
King-When you assume the Maledictum is a bridge from the former Golden Empire because they both have a ma who’s already better than everyone else.
Kris Gaffney-Explains everything.
JR-Jackson Gunner knows how big this match.
King-Even if there is no titles on the line, there is bragging rights.
[The Dungeon Master and Jackson Gunner pace around the ring, and they lock up, the Dungeon Master puts him into an arm bar, Jackson Gunner is able to counter with an arm drag release. The Dungeon Master runs towards Jackson Gunner, and he connects with another arm drag release. Jackson Gunner connects with a few fists to the face of the Dungeon Master, and he attempts to whip him to the ropes. The Dungeon Master reverses the whip, Jackson Gunner bounces off of the ropes, and the Dungeon Master connects with a running DDT into the mat. Jackson Gunner picks up the Dungeon Master, and he sets him up, and he connects with a sit down power bomb into a pinning position. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1……….2………..KICK OUT by The Dungeon Master!!]
JR-This song has not gone the way the Dungeon Master.
King-He needs a rewrite.
Kris Gaffney-Guess so…
[The Dungeon Master is slow to get up to his feet, Jackson Gunner picks him up, but before he can hit the burning Samoan, the Dungeon Master connects with a few elbows to the side of the head. The Dungeon Master slides out of the back. Jackson Gunner tursn around, and the Dungeon Master connects with palm strikes, and spinning chops. Jackson Gunner throws a wild fist to the face, the Dungeon Master ducks under, and he connecst with a super kick to complete the Nat 20 combo. Jackson Gunner falls against the ropes, and Jackson Gunner stumbles back. The Dungeon Master puts Jackson Gunner into a small package. The ref goes into position to make the count. The ref counts 1………..2……KICK OUT by Jackson Gunner!!]
JR-The Dungeon Master has made a come back here.
King-Not quite how things were drawn up for Gunner.
Kris Gaffney Guess not.
[Jackson Gunner is slow to get up to his feet, The Dungeon Master lifts him up, but Jackson Gunner slides out of the back. Jackson Gunner lifts up the Dungeon Master. The Dugneon master gets hit with the Burning Samoan. Jackson Gunner goes into the cover on the Dungeon Master. The ref goes into position to make the count, the ref counts 1……….2……….3!!]
JR-Both wrestlers tried to end it, but it was Jackson Gunner who got the win in the end.
King-Certain the Dungeon Master didn’t see that song ending that way.
(Jackson Gunner celebrates his win as Shockwave goes off the air.)
