Sunday Night Heat 9-29-2024

All of a sudden the lights go out throughout the entire arena.

MAURO RANALLO: What the hell? What's go...

Mauro is abruptly cut off when we hear a man's voice over the PA system yell out "Look everyone; it's Tyler!"

BETH PHOENIX: Oh my gosh! Is this really happening right now?!

MAURO RANALLO: We'd heard rumblings, Beth. But I didn't think we were actually going to see it!

All of a sudden lights and cameras start to flash at the top of the entrance ramp constantly and a few seconds pass before Tyler Breeze comes sauntering out, dawned in dark red, velvet Gucci ring attire, holding his matching selfie stick that's holding his cell phone. He hits his trademark super model pose as the cameras flash nonstop on him. Then seemingly out of nowhere, Mansoor and Mason Madden, draped in matching Gucci ensemble, come strutting out. They too hit their best runway poses before following Tyler who casually makes his way down the ramp.

BETH PHOENIX: Prince Pretty is here and he's looking more stylish than ever, Mauro!

Both Mason and Mansoor climb up onto the ring apron and open up the ring ropes as Breeze gingerly makes his way up the steel steps, in between the held up ropes and slowly into the ring where Fuego Del Sol is standing in the opposite corner. Tyler approaches a clearly star truck Fuego and holds out his selfie stick, gesturing for them to take a selfie together. Fuego Del Sol hesitates as first before Tyler has a microphone handed into the ring to him by Mansoor.

TYLER BREEZE: There, there kiddo. It's okay. You're nervous. I get it. You're standing in the ring with pure, unadulterated greatness. It's okay, really.

Breeze gestures for Del Sol to come over and he hesitantly obliges. Tyler holds up the selfie stick with one hand while simultaneously holding up the microphone to his mouth.

TYLER BREEZE: Let me congratulate you on being the first of many uggo, losers to fall at the hand of ' Breezus Christ ' himself. And what better way to commemorate your big moment than with a selfie?

Tyler poses for a quick selfie as Fuego Del Sol stands there a bit confused. The second Breeze finishes taking his picture, he rears back with the selfie stick and uses it to hit Del Sol square in the face with it. Fuego goes crashing down onto the mat, writhing in pain as he holds onto his face. Madden and Mansoor gesture over to the time keepers area and the bell officially rings for the match.

MAURO RANALLO: Oh what a vile shot from Tyler Breeze!

BETH PHOENIX: Well they don't call him ' The Sultan of Selfies ' for no reason, Mauro.
Tyler tosses his selfie stick outside of the ring and over to Mason Madden as he casually waits for Fuego Del Sol to get up. A few seconds later Fuego stumbles up onto his feet and is instantaneously met with a devastating Beauty Shot. Del Sol crumbles down onto the canvas, clutching his face as Breeze casually lays on top of him, yawning as he makes the cover; 1-2-3.


BETH PHOENIX: Wow! That was an...ostentatious debut, to say that least!

MAURO RANALLO: Ostentatious? That was vile and reprehensible, Beth!

Meanwhile inside the ring, Tyler Breeze, Mansoor & Mason Madden all strike their signature celebratory poses while Breeze captures the moment with yet another selfie.

BETH PHOENIX: That's another way of putting it, Mauro! But a win is a win!

After a brief commercial break, the camera comes back to the ring where Brady Pierce is pacing nervously. He has a puzzled look to his face, glancing at the referee for a moment, as if wondering what was to come next, and the camera even pans over to ringside where Beth and Mauro are checking their notes.

BETH PHOENIX: Uhhh….fans. We seem to be readying for another match, but I don’t have any notes about it. Mauro. Do you?

MAURO RANALLO: Nope. I mean, there’s plenty of rumors out there about new signings and such, but I haven’t heard anything official.

Mauro is cut off though as Mike Rome stands up at ringside

MIKE ROME: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first, the man currently standing in the ring. He is Brady Pierce!

Mike pauses and waits for a moment, and then the lights in the arena cut out, The titantron flickers to light on a simple image. A tall hispanic man standing, dressed with a sleeveless smock and a fathers collar around his neck. The man has his arms crossed over his broad chest and he stares right at the camera before speaking in a firm tone.

FATHER MARTINEZ: Be still my children. Praise to thy Father, and count your blessings. Because it is time for another lesson in divinity. Praise not your false golds, or your fake kings. Kneel not at the feet of lesser men or temptations of the flesh. Instead bask in the glory, that is the Dark Prince.

Father Martinez blesses the screen and then bows his head, and a moment later another man steps in front of him, flashing his back to the crowd. Showing his dark leather jacket, on which just one word is visible in deep green writing.

P R I N C E

The man poses for a moment, before the scene cuts out and back to the arena. Silence reigns for a long moment before ‘Catch Your Breath’ by CFO$ hits and there’s an audible gasp followed by a surprised cheer as the more knowledgeable in the crowd realise whose coming. The heartbeats are loud around the arena and picking up speed, and as they reach a crescendo there’s a single moment of sucking a breath in, before a loud BANG of fireworks explodes the stage, flooding it with smoke, and when the smoke clears a single spot-light shows PRINCE DEVITT standing at the top of the ramp, back to the fans and arms out-stretched wide, giving everyone a moment to just bask in his arrival.

MAURO RANALLO: Prince Devitt is here! This man has wrestled on some of the biggest stages all over the world, and now he has ARRIVED here in WWE!

BETH PHOENIX: And he didn’t come alone either. That massive figure stepping out behind him is Father Martinez! His priest and bodyguard, and just as much of a threat as Devitt himself.

Devitt gives it a moment before spinning around, eyes flickering from one side of the arena to the other as from the back out strolls Father Martinez. As Martinez stops just behind his shoulder, Devitt glances back at him, before grinning and then raising his hands in his usual finger-guns, pointing them right at Brady Pierce in the ring. Devitt waits a moment more and then starts strolling down the ramp, stopping to throw out his arms and pose as the music hits its beats. As he reaches the ring and dashes up the stairs, he stops at the top, turning to face the crowd, and then throwing his arms wide, just as Martinz stops in front of him on the apron, allowing the Father to pose in front of Devitt as Mike Rome stands up at ringside.

MIKE ROME: And his opponent! Weighing in at One Hundred and Eighty Pounds. From Bray, Ireland and accompanied by Father Martinez, this is PRINCE DEVITT!

The lights in the arena slowly raise again, as Devitt turns to look back into the ring at Brady Pierce, a cocky little smirk tugging at his lips. He slips off his jacket and hands it down to the Father, before dropping to a knee on the apron, and allowing Father Martinez to bless him. With a final nod to his Priest, Devitt turns back to the ring and hops over the top rope and into the ring. Casually settling back into his own corner as the referee checks with Brady, then Devitt, and then calls for the bell.



The bell rings, and instantly Brady starts making his way cross, waving at Devitt to bring it in for a collar-and-elbow. Devitt simply chuckles and then starts to step towards Brady, but then darts beside and around him, and slaps Pierce across the back of the head, then shoves him away mockingly! Devitt turns away laughing, while Pierce merely rubs the back of his head and then turns back to glare daggers at Devitt. Devitt turns to see Brady glaring daggers at him, and mockingly wiggles his fingers at him, before turning a hand up to wave him in for another try. Pierce rubs his hands together and then slowly starts to move back in, starting to raise his hand, only to get slapped right across the face from Devitt! Pierce throws a big hook in anger, but now Devitt just slips his hands behind his back and starts easily dodging the wild strikes from Brady. Brady throws a stiff kick towards Devitt’s legs, but the Dark Prince simply jumps it, and then hooks Brady in a tight headlock! Devitt is all smiles as he squeezes at Brady’s head, the veteran starting to back up to the ropes to look for some added momentum, but as he goes to push off the ropes and shove Devitt away, Devitt lets go of the headlock, turns and slaps Brady right across the face again! Pierce snarls and dives forward looking to get his hands on Devitt, but the Irishman ducks under his wild lunge, and whn Pierce turns around, he eats a superkick knocking him right down!

BETH PHOENIX: Prince Devitt is showing absolutely NO respect to Brady Pierce right now! Pierce can barely lay a hand on him!

MAURO RANALLO: Its one thing to beat your opponent. Its another to show them such utter disdain as Devitt is doing here.

As Brady starts trying to climb to his feet, Devitt swaggers away, looking out at the crowd with a ‘Puh-lease’ look to his eyes. Turning to see Pierce has climbed to wobbly feet, Devitt charges in, leaping up and drilling Pierce with a shotgun dropkick that sends Pierce crashing right back into the turnbuckles! Pierce stumbles out, the wind driven out of him, and Devitt hooks the veteran up, and then lifts him up, and drives him right down on his head with a brainbuster! Pierce is out of it now, and Devitt casually turns over, setting himself above BRady and watching the referee slide into place. 1-2-NO! Pierce throws a shoulder up, though as he tries to sit up right after, its clear the veteran has nobody at home donning the lights. There’s a cheeky chuckle from Devitt and he glances back at Father Martinez, and then climbing back to his feet and backing away. Devitt turns his head, cockily just watching Brady slowly push to his feet, and as the bigger man reaches his feet he turns, and is immediately dropped by a Slingblade from Devitt, slamming the back of his head HARD into the mat!

BETH PHOENIX: The referee needs to get in there! Brady Pierce is out on his feet! He needs to be stopped for his own good!

MAURO RANALLO: I don’t think Devitt cares! He came to make an impression and he is doing just that!

Devitt rises again, looking down as Pierce tries to lift himself from the mat just to collapse back down. Looking at the crowd, Devitt just grins, and then turns and grabs Pierce. Dragging him back up, Devitt holds Pierce steady for a moment, patting the man on his chest with a grin and a nod….before hitting the ropes, bouncing back and hitting Pierce with ANOTHER Slingblade! Again Pierce’s head bounces HARD off the mat, and this time the veteran is sent rolling from the force of the blow, rolling just out and onto the apron. Devitt starts to move towards him, but the referee stops him, getting in Devitt’s way. Devitt starts arguing with the referee, the two men getting loud and angry at each other, but it seems overly so from Devitt and we quickly realise why as Father Martinez steps around, dragging Pierce off the apron, just to hook a hand around his throat, and then lift Pierce up and chokeslam onto the apron of the ring! Martinez holds him there for a moment, and then shoves Brady back in under the bottom rope and into the ring.

BETH PHOENIX: Oh come on now! There was no need for that! Devitt already has the match won!

MAURO RANALLO: Its about sending a message. Making sure the entirety of WWE are watching as he shows his strength.

Devitt finally stops arguing with the referee, who turns to see Brady away from the ropes. He goes to check on him, but the Dark Prince simply brushes the referee aside, reaching down to drag Brady up, and hooking an arm and his head. There’s a sadistic smile on Devitt’s face as he lifts Pierce up, and then crashing back down on top of his head with a BLOODY SUNDAY! Devitt quickly rolls over, draping himself over Pierce and watching the referee slide down to hit the mat. 1-2-3!



The bell rings, and Devitt is smiling as he climbs to his feet, looking down at Pierce as the referee drops down to check on him. Devitt does his double guns to the downed veteran, and then turns to see Father Martinez climbing into the ring. Jerking his head back towards Pierce, Father Martinez nods and moves over, shoving the referee aside, before lifting Pierce up, carrying him to the ropes and dumping him right out to ringside. Martinez blesses Pierce where he lies while behind him, Devitt is standing center of the ring, arms out-stretched and basking in the hatred. Martinez comes back towards him, now carrying a microphone and he hands it to Prince Devitt, before moving to step behind him as Devitt casually starts to speak

PRINCE DEVITT: This was a lesson. WWE, I hope you were paying attention. Whether its the lowest little no-name HACK like my opponent tonight, or someone carrying gold here in WWE. This was your warning. If your name appears opposite mine…if you draw the short straw and have to face the Dark Prince…..Then you better bring your best. Because between these ropes I am ROYALTY. I am blessed by the Gods, and I will beat every single one of you. There is NOBODY here that can hold a candle to my skills. I have come to your Kingdom, and I have judged it WEAK and RIPE for the pickings. And soon the whole of the WWE will find itself kneeling at the feet of The Dark Prince.

Devitt holds the microphone up, and Martinez takes it, staring right at the camera over Devitt’s shoulder, as Devitt raises his fingers guns to point right at the camera.

FATHER MARTINEZ: So endeth the lesson.

And just like that, his music hits again and Devitt and Martinez make their way from ther ring. Heading up the ramp as they watch medics come rushing down to check on Pierce and we cut to another commercial.