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Samael Dyson and the Rollerwhores present....NSFW! (no seriously its nsfw) - Samael Dyson - 01-23-2026 “Steve Sayors here coming to you from the self proclaimed “Biggest Orgy in Town”! It even says so on the sign out front. And right now I’m just trying to not touch anything because EVERYTHING is sticky.” Steve gamely plunges forward into the shadowy building, which is a catacomb of side rooms and darkened niches where literally everybody be fuckin’! Steve is clearly overdressed wearing his customary suit and tie, as people pass by him wearing lingerie, g-strings or even nothing at all. “Sam said someone was supposed to….” “HELLO MR SAILORS!” “GAH!” Steve damn near jumps out of his skin as one of Sam Dyson’s Insignificants sneaks up behind him. Steve recovers quickly, consummate professional that he is. “Did you call me Mr. Sailors?” The Insignificant is wearing a customary brown paper bag over his head, but aside from that he’s nude except for some leather chaps. “How do you like my chaps, Mr. Sailors? Hey! Did you know that it’s redundant to say “assless chaps” because all chaps are assless?! The more you know!” “Yeah, fascinating, can you please just take me to Sam Dyson so I can get this over with.” “My master is in the showers! Shall we go join him?” “Great, I’m sure nothing perverted will happen there. How about if I just wait for him to be done, okay?” “Oh my master won’t mind, he’s a very free spirit you see.” Steve rolls his eyes. “That’s what I’m worried about. But fine. Whatever. Let’s go.” Steve and the chaps that are redundantly assless Insignificant continue through the building until they pass through double doors leading to a spa area. Their steps are accompanied by the sounds of water sloshing and the grunts and exultations of coitus. Headed into the locker room, the Insignificant calls out, “Master are you still here?” “Yeah I’m….ufff…..here…..oh God…..” A voice calls out from a shower stall. “Can….can I approach?” Steve speaks hesitantly. “Yes! Goddammit Steve, I want him to see!” “See….see what?” Steve approaches with the camera man in tow despite himself, and what he finally sees in the shower makes him gasp and avert his eyes! “Oh god WHY?!” “YES, STEVE! YES! I want Kieran King to see me in all my masculine sexual virility! I’m….uhhh….Kieran don’t you dare look away! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! You look at me as I speak to….oh yeah, ugh….you! Yeah, you boys thought you had me all figured out. Dead in a ditch. Like mother like son. And all that other crap Kieran spoon fed that Coors chugging, local sports team cheering, tiny dick like a turtle head poking out of a thistle of pubes having nitwit, because we all know he was too stone cold stupid to cook up a promo like that without a whole shit ton of help.” Sam’s body bucks as he continues to pleasure himself while cutting a promo. Which just might be a first in XWF history. “Dead in a ditch. Just another cautionary tale. Just another pathetic junkie. Jesus fucking Christ did you morons do an ounce of research on me?! Uh….yessssss…..uh….do you know what I’m capable of?! Of course not. You think I’m just another shock jock. Another C-A-R-V-E-R (although the man was damn good at his job, I’m still a fan!). Well tell me this. Would “just another shock jock” have the power to take over the whole asylum that I was imprisoned in, gradually turning the entire staff to my will? Would “just another shock jock” have been able to send those creatures against you on that last episode of Anarchy? And don’t bullshit me…mmmmmm….you guys were pissing your pants at the sight of them! Would “just another shock jock” have a fucking VAMPIRE and a HORDE OF SULTRY BARBARIAN ROLLER SPORTS ENTHUSIASTS in his rolodex?! Oh fuck I’m gettin’ close…. No! You idiots! The answer is NO! Because I’m not some piece of wayward white trash from Bumblefuck, USA! I am the heir to Anton LaVey….a new age Alesieter Crowley. Those fuckers walked so I could RUN! And run I have! I am in league with powers beyond your wildest imaginings! Old ones. Those who live in the impossible angles. Those beyond the stars who were here when here was just a vast plain of nothingness. In short…I AM POWER UN-UN-UN-OH GOD HERE IT COMES…. UNLEASHED!!!!!! Sam, well, there’s no tasteful way to put it, he explodes everywhere. “Oh God it’s on my shoe! IT’S ON MY SHOE!” Steve wails. “Dude, look at my fucking camera!” shouts the camera operator as he’s forced to….ah-hem….clean the lens. “Behold my sexual power! Bow in awe of my legions upon legions of spent children!” “I think I’m gonna barf.” “Steven, I do declare you seem a bit overdressed for this party.” “I….I would like to keep my clothes please.” “Nonsense. Insignificants!” Sam primly claps his hands twice and within seconds a cavalcade of nude and semi nude Insignificants start to undress Steve in a whirlwind of profanity and tossed clothing. When all is said and done, Steve is clad only in his tighty whities. He places his hand over his groin to try to preserve some dignity. “Please…please just let me go….” Steve whines. “Go? GO?!! You haven’t even met my Rollerwhores yet! Come, Steve. Heh heh….”come”. That has double meanings doesn’t it?” “Yeah…I...uh.... noticed….” The Insignificants jostle Steve into action and they head down another labyrinthene hallway to a grand old black and gold elevator in an art deco style. The entire group piles into the elevator. A subtle jazz muzak is playing, but there are already two couples rutting away in the elevator which drowns out the calming tunes. The entire ride is punctuated by the sounds of sex, light jazz, but otherwise awkward silence. When they finally, mercifully reach the penthouse suite, Sam steps off the elevator first and gestures for everyone else to follow. The suite is massive but done up like a tawdry loveshack, with a red and pink motif, a heart shaped bed and racks upon racks of sex toys of every size, shape, and variety. But the eye is most naturally drawn to a set of sex swings hanging from the ceiling. And in each of those swings is a bound Rollerwhore: Violet and Elektra. Both women seem to be trying to swing their swing closer to the other, but they’re having little success. “Hey, hey, HEY!” Sam cuts in, standing between the oscillating sex swings. The Rollerwhores attention is instantly and obediently on Sam. “What did I fucking say, huh?! I said NO SEXUAL CONTACT UNTIL YOU BEAT THE KINGSGUARD!” The Rollerwhores wordlessly mime their despondency, shaking their heads and holding their hands together entreatingly. “Oh no, I don’t care how much you beg and plead! NO SEX UNTIL YOU GET ME A WIN!” Elektra and Violet look at each other forlornly, but ultimately accept their master’s edict. That’s when Steve Sayors cuts in. “You know Sam, I think we’re long overdue talking about the topic of Clutch Cassidy and the heinous, reprehensible thing you and the Rollerwhores did….” “Oh fuck Clutch Cassidy! And not in the fun way. You wanna talk Clutch? Fine. Clutch was weak! She was a weak partner and a weak competitor. She is the reason we lost to the Kingsguard. Which is why she has been replaced. You see Steve, Clutch was only human, with all the little foibles and liabilities that come with that. But the Rollerwhores? They’re the next step in human evolution. They’re something far beyond the Clutch Cassidy’s of the world.” “Well, they look pretty human to me.” “Ah, but looks are often deceiving, are they not? Imagine if you will a being stripped down to their purest ID impulses, stripped down to that caveman, or caveWOMAN, thought process that only values fighting and fucking. Purestrain animals who are only out to satisfy those basest of urges, and who will stop at nothing, NOTHING to get them satisfied. That’s what a Rollerwhore is! And be me denying them the chance to fuck, denying one of those base drives, I’m turning them into indestructible fighting machines fueled on pent up rage and sexual frustration.” Sam looks directly into the camera. He is also, by the way, still completely nude, so we’re subjecting Kieran and the Kingsguard to that as well. “Or maybe KIeran, JUST MAYBE, I’ll unleash the full power of these whores on your thugs! Maybe I’ll let them go sex wild on your boys. You think these guys, with their dumpy wives and sexless existances would be able to combat that? You think they could withstand the full throttle sexual fury of a ROLLERWHORE?! They’d be flopping on the canvas like dead fish, ready to do whatever Elektra and Violet tell them to do! Hell, they’ll be so busy creaming their armor that they won’t even notice the 1-2-3! And I already know what you’re gonna say. That they’re just another patented Samael Dyson tawdry gimmick. Another attempt at grasping the limelight as shamelessly and perversely as possible. And you know what I say to that? YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT! I mean, we all remember that the X in XWF stands for XTREME, right? We all remember that this used to be the most shocking, over the top spectacle in sports history, right? So why should I feel ashamed for paying homage to the XWF’s roots? Why should I LIMIT myself to the standards and practices of banality and “good taste” just because the rest of you don’t have the balls to push the envelope anymore? This place used to be built off the backs of guys like Michael Graves (still gonna lose though, lol) and Charlie Nickles (still lost though, lol). The freaks, the deviants, the creeps! My boy Kris may not always be down to clown with the darkside but I sure am! Even my mother used to be a literal fucking NAZI before this place watered her down into oblivion. Well I’m not watering myself down for SHIT. And if some generic pretty boy narcisisst like Kieran King has a problem with that he can get fisted with a hand full of razor wire. Samael Dyson is SEX, DRUGS, and ROCK AND ROLL and that ain’t changing for an instant.” Samael wheels back around on Steve Sayors, and his cock swings wide and generates a wet slapping sound when it hits his thigh. “Now Steve, why aren’t you fucking?!” “M-m-me?!” Steve stammers. Just then, two more Rollerwhores sidle up on either side of Steve. It’s Nelly and Byrthdeigh from Sam’s last promo, and they’re both fully decked out in Rollerwhore gear! “Wait, what’s going on?!” That’s when Nelly and Byrthdeigh take hold of Steve from either side and launch him towards the heart shaped bed. “Hold on! Whooooooaaaaaa now!” Steve cries out, but his exclamations are cut short as these two voracious sex addicts leap on top of Steve! Sam laughs uproariously before returning his attention to the camera. “Focus on my junk!” The camera man hesitates. “I SAID FOCUS ON MY JUNK!” Finally, unwillingly, the camera zooms in on Sam’s sizable penis. “BASK IN MY GLORY AND DESPAIR KIERAN! AT SNOW PAIN, SNOW GAIN, A GROSS INJUSTICE WILL BE RECTIFIED, AND THE ANARCHY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS COME BACK HOME TO TEAM DYSON” Sam brings his penis even closer to the camera. “NOW CHOKE ON IT, HO!” Sam smacks his genitals against the camera lens and the feed abruptly cuts to static, and then to sweet merciful black.