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10/16/2026 8:39 am  #21


Re: EBW - Earthbound Wrestling



Ted Pettentool: It's the Toolbox here for EBW World, right here on X! Stop that doom scrolling, and start...Tool..scrolling?

Tick: We're on the way to Demon Boogie, but we had an awesome show at the Battle Dome! 

Tock: Indubitably! 

Tick: I agree! 

Tock: Concordantly!


Ted Pettentool: It all started when it became official that Little Mac was cleared to compete!

Tali Mach's Office

 

Little Mac’s medical clearance lay on the desk between him and Tali Mach. He had already signed the match agreement, changed into his gear, and wrapped his hands. Tali read the clearance once more before setting it down. 

Tali Mach: You’re cleared. Can you try not to die for me?

Little Mac: I was hoping to avoid that part.

Tali Mach: Master Lu trained me. You're his best friend. He wouldn't be too happy if I let you get yourself killed out there.

Mac nodded. He understood her concern. Mike wanted everyone to see what happened when somebody in the office told him no. Mac had spent enough of his life fighting larger men to recognize the routine.

Tack Angel appeared in the doorway with Geoff Garrett beside him. Geoff carried his guitar, while Tack had the serious expression he usually wore shortly before somebody interrupted him.

Tack Angel: We need to talk about tonight.

Little Mac: If you’re here to tell me Mike’s bigger than me, I noticed.

Tack Angel: I’m here to tell you he travels in a pack.

Geoff Garrett: We’ve got two of them ourselves tonight. We’ll try to send them back with something to think about.

Little Mac: Handle your match. I’ll handle mine.

The Battle Dome crowd was already making itself heard when Apple Kid welcomed everyone to ringside. Larry Grim sat beside him with the evening’s card laid neatly on the desk. Apple checked beneath his own chair before sitting down.

Larry Grim: Looking for something?

Apple Kid: That toy.

Larry Grim: Well, since we figured out it was Big Chugga Chungus, I had it taken someplace to be worked on.

Apple Kid: Oh? Where? 

Larry Grim: Best you don't know. 

Apple Kid: Awww...I liked it better when I had all the insider knowledge. So what do we have tonight?


Larry Grim: Little Mac returns to the ring tonight against Kinniku Mike. Mike blames him for the E1 loss. Tack Angel blames Mike for just about everything else.

Apple Kid: We also have Dante Ward teaming with the man he defeated on our last show, Arsene St. Marvelous, against Marco De Leon and Daimon Kuro. And here comes a man that might even rival The Auditor for his wickedness. The lawyer to the lawyers...Whitaker Buttbottom.

Whitaker Buttbottom led Barry Dockett and Preston Payne down the aisle. Johnny and Tommy Meppu were already waiting in the ring, and neither looked interested in listening to what he had to say.

Whitaker Buttbottom: Before this match begins, my clients wish to establish that participation does not constitute acceptance of any future unfavorable decision.

Johnny Meppu: Are you wrestling or chasing an ambulance?

Tommy Meppu: We're going to kick some lawyer ass, gramps. If you don't like it, stay out of the ring, then.

Whitaker lowered the microphone and looked offended that the solution had been so simple.

1. Tag: Johnny Meppu/Tommy Meppu vs. Barry Dockett/Preston Payne
-Johnny opened against Barry and immediately spoiled Legal Limit’s attempt to dictate the pace. Barry caught a wrist and began explaining something to the referee, only for Johnny to reverse the hold, pull him into an arm drag, and send him sliding toward his corner. 

The Meppus kept their tags quick and their attacks simple. Tommy entered with a strike to Barry’s trapped arm, Johnny followed him out, and the brothers maintained control without giving Whitacker much to complain about. That did not stop him. When Tommy landed a clean dropkick, the manager stood beside the timekeeper and demanded clarification on whether both boots had been inspected.

Preston changed the match by making a blind tag just before Tommy sent Barry into the ropes. Tommy ducked Barry’s return and turned straight into Preston’s clothesline. Legal Limit dragged him toward their corner and began cutting off the ring, Barry leaning across the ropes to distract Johnny while Preston drove a knee into Tommy’s back. Every time Tommy found room to crawl, one of them put a body between him and his brother.

Tommy nearly escaped after a jawbreaker, but Barry caught his ankle and pulled him backward. Preston tagged in, dropped an elbow across the lower back, and covered for two. The frustration started showing in Tommy’s face. He could see Johnny reaching for him, hear the crowd urging him across, and still could not make those last few feet. Instead of trying another desperate crawl, he planted himself when Preston attempted a suplex and fought the lift. A second attempt failed too. Tommy drove a knee into Preston’s stomach and finally broke free.

Johnny’s tag brought the crowd up. He knocked Preston down, caught Barry coming through the ropes, and sent both members of Legal Limit into opposite corners. A running attack caught Preston squarely, and a quick cover forced Barry to break the count. Tommy intercepted Barry and drove him outside, leaving Johnny with the legal man. The Meppus were moving together again, and Whitacker hurried around the ring.

Johnny tagged Tommy back in after setting Preston up near their corner. Tommy climbed while Johnny turned to stop Barry’s return. Whitaker chose that moment to climb onto the apron with his folder open, demanding the referee examine what he called an unauthorized substitution. The referee moved toward him. With the official’s back turned, Whitaker reached behind the corner post and yanked Tommy’s boot, dropping him hard across the top turnbuckle.

Johnny saw it and lunged toward the manager, but Barry caught him from the floor and pulled him off the apron. Preston dragged Tommy out of the corner before he could recover, delivered The Verdict, and hooked the leg. Whitacker was already back on the floor with both hands raised when the referee counted three.
Winners: Barry Dockett/Preston Payne[o] via The Verdict to Tommy Meppu -> Pin

Johnny slid back in too late and chased Legal Limit out of the ring. Whitaker gathered his clients and retreated up the aisle, talking rapidly while Preston grinned over his shoulder.

Whitaker Buttbottom: A clean decision! An excellent example of due process!

Backstage, Tick and Tock had positioned Ted Pettentool between them for an update on Little Mac’s preparations. Ted had managed three words before Zyro Kurogane and Molly Serrano walked into the interview area.

Zyro Kurogane: You can talk about the main event later. I’m about to give you something worth discussing.

Ted Pettentool: We were discussing a former world champion returning to the ring.

Zyro Kurogane: Good. You’re all warmed up then.

Molly smiled while Zyro adjusted his wrist tape. 

Zyro Kurogane: Trevor won the tournament. Fine. I won my block, and I didn’t come here to spend the rest of the year watching him celebrate. Goemon gets the reminder tonight.

Tick: Does Goemon know he’s a reminder?

Tock: He thought he had a wrestling match.

Molly Serrano: Zyro intends to make it memorable.

Zyro Kurogane: Goemon! Eyes on me, dude! This ain't Edo! This ain't a wacky caper, with aliens, vampires, and sexy ladies, other my short stack here of course. You're not in Konami land right now. You're in MY house, and I'm going to let it rip, because ZYRO-K! BEY-BEEEEEY!

Zyro left before Ted could ask another question. Ted watched him go and returned his attention to the twins.

Ted Pettentool: As I was saying—

Tick: We’re out of time.

Ted gave them a tired look.

2. Singles: Zyro Kurogane vs. Goemon
-Goemon refused to play the part Zyro had assigned him. He caught Zyro reaching during the opening exchange, turned him through a wristlock, and tripped him onto his back. Zyro rolled clear and rose with a smile that looked a little less comfortable than it had during his entrance. Goemon beckoned him forward.

Their next exchange was faster. Zyro slipped behind, Goemon broke the grip, and both men hit the ropes before Goemon caught him with a sharp arm drag. Zyro landed on his feet out of the second attempt and spread his arms toward the crowd. Goemon promptly dropkicked him through the ropes.

Molly stepped aside as Zyro landed at her feet.

Apple Kid: That part might make the highlight reel too.

Larry Grim: Depends who edits it.

Zyro returned with more purpose. He stopped reaching carelessly and began attacking Goemon’s balance, forcing him to turn before snapping a kick into the ribs. Goemon tried to answer with another arm drag, but Zyro held his footing, pulled him back up, and drove him down with a hard suplex. He followed with a low running strike and covered for two, watching the referee’s hand closely before deciding how much time he could afford to waste.

Quite a lot, apparently. He leaned against the ropes while Goemon recovered, brushed imaginary dust from his shoulder, and ducked an incoming strike with an exaggerated bow. Molly applauded the escape but pointed sharply when Goemon turned behind him. Zyro barely avoided the roll up and had to scramble out of a second pinning attempt.

That warning kept him serious for the next several minutes. He cut Goemon off with a knee, worked him down, and forced him to carry his weight through a grounded hold. Goemon fought back patiently, working a hand free and turning toward the ropes rather than wasting energy trying to throw him off. Once upright, he landed two hard strikes and caught Zyro with a sudden counter that brought the crowd to its feet. The resulting cover got a close two.

Zyro’s expression changed. Goemon sensed the opening and pressed, sending him toward the corner before charging in. Zyro slipped onto the apron, let Goemon hit the buckles, and returned with a springing attack that knocked him into the middle. He could have covered. Instead, he stood over Goemon and motioned for him to get up.

Goemon obliged with a forearm that caught him flush. Zyro staggered, laughed once in disbelief, and answered with a sharper combination that finally stopped the rally. He created his distance, hit Let it Rip, and caught Goemon before he could escape the follow up. Straight Jacket Hagen planted him in the center, and Zyro kept the cover tight through three.
Winner: Zyro Kurogane via Let it Rip x Straight Jacket Hagen -> Pin

Backstage

Backstage at the Battle Dome, Geoff found Tack testing his kicks. Makoto approached him in her ring gear. 

Makoto Angel: When you see Nimbus, leave her to me.

Tack Angel: I understand.

Makoto Angel: And stop smiling every time somebody mentions our match.

Tack immediately rearranged his expression.

Tack Angel: Right. Sharks first. Strap matches later. *drools*

Makoto Angel: *sigh* And Mike after that, if he tries anything?

That brought Tack’s attention fully back to the evening. He tightened his boots, nodded to her, and followed Geoff toward the entrance.

3. Tag: Tack Angel/Geoff Garrett vs. Shark #1/Shark #2
-Shark #1 tried to start before Geoff was ready, rushing him while the referee was still checking the opposite corner. Geoff stepped aside, let him run into the turnbuckles, and caught him on the rebound with a right hand. Shark #2 shouted instructions from the apron until Geoff turned toward him. He immediately lowered his voice.

The Sharks’ plan seemed to involve keeping Tack out of the match. Unfortunately, keeping Geoff under control proved just as difficult. He twisted Shark #1 through an arm wringer, tagged Tack, and held him in place for a clean strike to the exposed side. Tack followed with a snapmare and a kick that left Shark #1 sitting very still.

Shark #2 entered and attempted to slow things down with a test of strength. Tack accepted one hand, watched him prepare the cheap kick, and caught the boot before it reached him. Shark #2 hopped backward while trying to apologize. Tack swept the standing leg and sent him flat onto the canvas.

Geoff and Tack stayed in control by refusing to get drawn into the Sharks’ distractions. When Shark #1 shouted from the apron, the legal man kept working. When Shark #2 rolled toward the floor, they cut him off and brought him back to the middle. A brief eye rake gave the Sharks their first opening, but Geoff stopped the attempted double-team by pulling Tack out of the path of a clothesline. Shark #1 hit his own partner, and both stood arguing long enough for the crowd to enjoy it.

Tack knocked their heads together. Geoff took the tag and sent Shark #1 down with a clothesline before dropping Shark #2 with a back body drop. The Sharks finally managed to pull Geoff toward their corner, but he blocked a suplex, landed one of his own, and reached Tack without needing a desperate escape.

Tack entered with a spring in his step. He drove Shark #2 across the ring, caught him coming back, and slammed him hard enough to make Shark #1 reconsider coming through the ropes. Geoff solved that hesitation by meeting him at the apron and dragging him into position for The Stroke. Shark #1 went down, leaving Tack alone with the legal opponent.

Shark #2 tried to wriggle out of the first lift. Tack kept the wrist. The crowd rose as he pulled him back in, secured the grip, and delivered the WRIST CLUTCH Star Driver. Geoff stood guard while Tack covered.
Winners: Tack Angel[o]/Geoff Garrett via WRIST CLUTCH Star Driver to Shark #2 -> Pin

Tack rose and pointed toward the back while Geoff retrieved his guitar. Neither man lingered over the fallen Sharks. They had done what they came to do, and Tack had not forgotten who was wrestling later.

In the locker room, Mike watched the result without commenting. Darkness Aoi leaned against the wall beside him, while Nimbus Tenebrae smiled at something. Mike finally switched the monitor off.

Kinniku Mike: They can beat the Sharks all night. Doesn’t change what I’m doing to Mac.

Darkness Aoi: He wants everybody to see that he’s still tough.

Kinniku Mike: He doesn't have what I've got. He doesn't have the STRONG TITS! He doesn't have BDSM! He isn't going to be the face of this new EBW. I AM! It's mine for the taking! I spent too much time trying to corral that little bastard of mine. I tried playing the "good guy", but this is what I am! This is what I've always been! I want to thank you two for bringing that back out of me. I will take out EBW's bosses, starting with Mac!

Nimbus looked up.

Nimbus Tenebrae: And Tack will be watching.

Mike’s smile returned.

4. Tag: Dante Ward/Arsene St. Marvelous vs. Marco De Leon/Daimon Kuro
-Marco stepped onto the apron as soon as Arsene entered, leaving Daimon to begin. Arsene watched him go but resisted the urge to follow. He circled Daimon, worked through the opening tie-up, and brought Dante in after gaining control of the arm. Dante drove a shoulder into Daimon’s chest and forced him backward, making it clear that his respect for Arsene had not softened anything about the way he intended to wrestle.

Daimon absorbed the early pressure and answered with a heavy forearm. Dante returned it, and their exchange became the first real test of the match. Neither wanted to yield the middle. Daimon tried to turn it into a clinch, but Dante shoved him away and caught him with a powerful takedown for two.

Marco entered only after Daimon created an opening. He clipped Dante from behind during a rope break and immediately began directing the referee’s attention toward Arsene. It bought Daimon enough time for another strike, and the heels settled into the kind of orderly cheating their opponents had expected. The difficulty was stopping it while also protecting yourself.

Dante weathered the isolation without wasting much motion. He covered up, forced Marco to work for every hold, and nearly caught him with a sudden lift that sent Marco scrambling toward the ropes. Daimon tagged in to keep control, but Dante blocked his next attack and drove through him with a clothesline. Both men went down. Arsene reached as far as the tag rope allowed.

The tag came clean, and Arsene went straight to work. He knocked Marco off the apron before turning on Daimon, striking quickly and keeping his feet moving. Marco reentered illegally and found himself caught between both opponents. Dante drove him back outside while Arsene rolled Daimon into a near fall.

The match opened up as all four men began finding opportunities. Dante caught Daimon with a heavy slam, Marco broke the cover, and Arsene chased him only as far as the ropes before returning to his corner. That restraint earned an approving nod from Dante. When Arsene became legal again, Marco finally accepted the tag opposite him.

Their exchange was sharp and angry. Marco slapped him during a break. Arsene answered with a forearm instead of an argument and forced him backward. A quick counter brought Marco down for two, and Arsene stayed close enough to deny him an easy exit. For the first time all evening, Marco looked worried about being caught.

Daimon stepped through the ropes as Arsene prepared another attack. Dante entered to intercept him, and the referee turned to force both illegal men out. Marco drove a thumb into Arsene’s eye the moment the official looked away. Arsene stumbled backward, one hand over his face. Marco caught a fistful of his waistband, dragged him away from the ropes, and delivered the Lion Driver ’9X.

Dante saw the cover and tried to break away, but Daimon clamped onto his leg from the apron. The referee dropped beside Arsene, unaware of what had created the opening, and counted three.
Winners: Marco De Leon[o]/Daimon Kuro via Lion Driver ’9X to Arsene St. Marvelous -> Pin

Dante kicked free a moment too late. Marco rolled out immediately and backed toward the aisle, pointing at Arsene while Daimon joined him.

Marco De Leon: Again! Every time you think you’ve figured it out!

Before the main event, Ted caught Little Mac at the entrance. Mac rolled his shoulders and kept moving while Ted walked beside him.

Ted Pettentool: Mike says this is about accountability for the E1 switch. Do you regret accepting the match?

Little Mac: Ask me tomorrow. Everything hurts more tomorrow.

Ted Pettentool: Any last message for him?

Mac stopped at the curtain.

Little Mac: He wanted me out from behind the desk. Here I am.

Mike entered first with Aoi accompanying him to the aisle. He climbed into the ring and stood in the center, refusing to move while the referee spoke to him. Mac received a warmer welcome than he seemed prepared for. He paused at the bottom of the steps, looked around the Battle Dome, and nodded before climbing through the ropes.

5. Singles: Kinniku Mike vs. Little Mac
-Mike offered the first lockup with a grin. Mac ignored it, circled, and made him turn. Mike reached again, this time faster, but Mac slipped outside the arm and struck him in the body before moving clear. The crowd responded immediately. Mike looked down at the spot where he had been hit, more insulted than hurt.

He charged on the next approach. Mac ducked, let him reach the ropes, and landed another short combination when he turned. The older man was not trying to match Mike’s strength. He was making him reset, forcing him to take extra steps and pay for reaching. Mike’s grin disappeared after a third clean attack to the body.

Apple Kid: Mac’s making him work for the contact!

Larry Grim: Mike expected a demonstration. Mac came for a match.

That strategy worked until Mike stopped chasing. He cut off the ring, let Mac circle toward the corner, and caught him as he tried to slip past. One hard shoulder drove the air out of Mac. Mike held him there and delivered another before throwing him into the middle.

The change was immediate. Mac took longer to stand, and Mike noticed. He brought him up, slammed him down, and covered with a forearm across the face. Mac kicked out at two. Mike looked toward the crowd and shook his head as though their encouragement had somehow offended him personally.

He dragged Mac up and sent him hard into the buckles. Mac’s knees bent on impact, but he stayed upright. Mike closed in, pressing a forearm beneath his chin while the referee counted. He released at four, stepped back, and demanded that Mac change something now.

Mac answered with a short strike to the stomach. Mike hit him down for it.

The punishment continued, but Mike kept interrupting his own advantage to talk. He wanted Mac to understand, wanted the crowd to understand, wanted the entire company to understand how offended he was. Mac used those pauses to breathe. When Mike tried to pull him into another lift, he lowered his weight, caught the wrist, and twisted free far enough to land a solid shot beneath the ribs.

Mike folded slightly. Mac hit the same spot again.

For the first time, the larger man backed away because he needed to. Mac followed carefully, guarding his head while working the body. His legs were slower now, and he knew he could not afford a wild charge. He waited for Mike’s swinging response, ducked it, and drove a short uppercut into the opening. Mike stumbled against the ropes.

The Battle Dome rose as Mac pressed him. Another body shot landed, followed by a clean strike that put Mike on one knee. Mac caught him as he tried to stand and folded him into a tight cradle.

One. Two. Mike kicked free hard enough to throw Mac away.

Apple Kid: He nearly had him! Little Mac nearly caught him!

Mike got up furious. Mac was still rising when he grabbed him, forced him into the corner, and started positioning him for the Muscle Buster. Mac clutched the top rope and refused to come loose. Mike pulled again. Mac struck him across the side of the head, dropped onto his feet, and shoved him backward into the referee’s path without knocking the official down.

As Mike turned, Mac caught him with another short, clean combination. Mike staggered toward the ropes, and Mac followed.

Daimon Kuro slid into the ring behind him.

The referee saw the first blow land across Mac’s back and immediately called for the bell. Marco entered from the other side, joining Daimon as Mac dropped to a knee. Mike leaned against the ropes for a moment, breathing hard, before pushing himself forward to take part.
Winner: Little Mac via DQ

The decision barely registered with Mike. He drove a boot into Mac’s side while Daimon held him down, and Marco shoved the referee away from the group. The Sharks appeared at ringside, still moving stiffly from their earlier defeat but eager to make themselves useful when the numbers favored them.

Tack hit the aisle at a run.

Shark #1 turned in time to take a forearm that sent him against the barricade. Tack slid beneath the bottom rope and drove straight into Mike, knocking him away from Mac. He struck him again before Daimon could reach him, forcing Mike into the corner while Marco tried to grab Tack from behind.

Geoff arrived close behind, guitar in hand. Marco saw him and released Tack immediately. Magnum PT and Point Man followed, cutting off the Sharks and giving Geoff room to enter. The threat of the guitar was enough to send Marco through the ropes; Point Man pulled Daimon off balance as he tried to follow, and PT made sure the Sharks could not climb back in.



Tack kept hitting Mike. The anger he had held through the evening finally had somewhere to go, and Mike struggled to cover up against it. Tack caught his wrist as he tried to escape and pulled him back toward the middle.

Aoi grabbed Mike’s other arm from the floor. He used the assistance to wrench himself loose and drop beneath the bottom rope before Tack could secure the Star Driver. Tack followed as far as the ropes, breathing hard while Mike backed away with the rest of BDSM.

Mac sat against the opposite turnbuckles. Geoff crouched beside him while the referee checked his ribs. Tali reached ringside with the medical staff, and Mac raised a hand to show that he was alert.

Tack stayed by the ropes until Mike and the others disappeared through the entrance. Only after they were gone did he turn to help Mac out of the ring.

Last edited by Machismo (10/17/2026 2:03 am)

 

10/16/2026 11:16 am  #22


Re: EBW - Earthbound Wrestling

The Mach Apartment

Trevor eased the door shut with his heel, the soft click louder than it should have been in the quiet of their bedroom. The low lamp by the bed threw warm gold across the sheets and the dark frame of Tali’s wheelchair parked close. She was already in bed, thick thighs parted just enough under the soft cotton nightshirt that barely contained the curves of her body. That familiar, sharp edged smirk of his was in place, but it softened the second their eyes met.

Trevor Mach: Well, the boss lady actually waited up for the talent. Must be my lucky night. Or yours. Still deciding.

He dropped to one knee beside her without being asked, his hands settling on the bed. His thumbs brushed the soft outer edge of her thighs, deliberate, slow. 

Trevor Mach: You're skin is very soft. Did you know that?

Tali Mach: ...Heh. I can still feel my own skin with my hands.

Trevor Mach: Right...duh. Hehe.


She reached for him, fingers sliding into the short hair at the back of his neck, tugging him closer until his forehead rested against hers. The scent of her wrapped around him. Trevor exhaled, the sarcasm thinning out like smoke.

Trevor Mach: Did I think it was safe to let Mac go out there? Not my place to say, but just know that I love you. Even when you’re being impossible. Especially then. You’re the only person who can make me shut up and still feel like I won. I look at you and I...fuck, Tali. 

Tali Mach: Dollar in the swear jar? 

Trevor Mach: Not for this one. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed. The woman who somehow makes a stubborn bastard like me feel like he’s home.


His hands slid higher, cupping her generous hips through the nightshirt, thumbs stroking slow circles. He kissed her...deep, unhurried, tongue tasting the soft give of her lips, then rested his forehead against hers again, breathing her in.

Tali’s free hand found his wrist, guiding it lower, between her thighs. Even through the fabric he could feel the heat of her. She held his gaze, voice quiet but steady.

Tali Mach: You’re my phantom pain.

Trevor blinked, the snark rising on instinct.

Trevor Mach: Come again? Because that sounds either poetic or like I need to ice something.

A small, private smile curved her mouth. She pressed his hand more firmly against herself, right over the soft mound where sensation had once lived.

Tali Mach: I feel you. In my mind...and my heart. Like you’re touching me. It’s in my head, I know it is...but it feels real. Warm. Full. Like my body remembers what it can’t have and decides to give it to me anyway when it’s you.

Trevor went still. The air left his lungs in a slow, stunned rush. His eyes searched hers, dark and wide, the usual cocky tilt of his mouth gone. For a long second he just stared.

Trevor Mach: Tali... You feel me. Even like that. In your head. And you’re telling me that like it’s nothing. That’s...fuck. That’s so much more than I know what to do with. You’re sitting here telling me your body still wants me that way, still feels me, and I’m the one who’s supposed to be the tough guy? You’re killing me in the best way. "My phantom pain". I’m NEVER going to stop thinking about that!

Trevor stopped talking to give her a long kiss. 

Trevor Mach: I love you. Every curve. Every stubborn inch. I'm going to be the best phantom pain you’ve ever felt.



The Angel Residence

Tack Angel paced the living room like a caged animal, fists clenched, the muscles in his shoulders coiled tight. The usual easy smile was gone, replaced by a hard, simmering glare aimed at nothing in particular, or maybe at every wrestler who had ever dismissed him.

Tack Angel: Kinniku Mike thinks he can just stroll in and act like the rules don’t apply to him. Same with the rest of them. Walking around like they own the place, talking sh...STUFF, doing whatever the heck and a half they want. I’m done being the nice guy everyone underestimates. Nimbus said it herself, the Star Prince is still inside me. I can feel it. The Cloud of Darkness took so much from me...forced me to give up pieces of who I was. I want it all back. Every bit of that power. I’m not gonna keep looking lame while these clowns run wild.

Makoto stepped in front of him before he could wear a hole in the floor, her hands rising to rest firmly on his chest. She didn’t flinch at the heat in his eyes. Her voice stayed calm, steady, the way only she could manage when he was wound this tight.

Makoto Angel: You don’t need to change. You don’t need to lean all the way back into that just to prove something. The greatest gift I ever received was getting to harbor the love and thoughts of all your wives for a time...because through that, you could finally feel how much you were loved. I intend to keep carrying that love for you. Every day.

She slid her arms around his waist, grounding him, her cheek pressing briefly against his shoulder before she looked up again.

Makoto Angel: I’m your biggest fan, Tack. I’ve never once not been impressed with you. I love you as a man and as a wrestler more than I ever loved the idea of the Star Prince. But if that’s the path you choose...I’ll support you. No matter what. Always.

Tack’s breathing slowed. The fire in his expression flickered, softening under her words. He opened his mouth to answer and suddenly the living room doorway filled with Christy Angel, laptop tucked under one arm, a confused frown on her face as she tapped at the trackpad.

Christy Angel: Okay, what the heck and a half is wrong with the wifi? It was fine five minutes ago and now everything’s buffering like it’s 2003. I'm sleeping over, by the way, so if the router’s dying again, somebody better fix it.

She flipped the laptop around mid complaint to show them the frozen screen...which was very clearly paused on porn. The audio had cut out, but the visuals left nothing to the imagination. Christy blinked, looked down, then back up, the realization hitting a full second too late.



Christy Angel: Oh. Oh heck and a half! That was- I was just— research! Or whatever!

Tack stared. Makoto stared. The tension that had been so thick moments earlier cracked wide open into pure, awkward silence.

Tack Angel: Daughter...

Makoto Angel: .....

Christy slammed the laptop shut so fast it nearly pinched her fingers, cheeks burning as she spun on her heel.

Christy Angel: I’m going to go check the router. And never speak of this again. Ever.

She vanished down the hall at impressive speed. Tack let out a long, slow breath that turned into a reluctant chuckle, the last of his anger bleeding away as he dropped onto the couch and pulled Makoto down with him.

Tack Angel: ...Well. At least nobody can say this family is boring.

Makoto Angel: The girl...on the laptop...look a lot like Chri-

Tack Angel: *gags*

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Yesterday 5:45 pm  #23


Re: EBW - Earthbound Wrestling



Ted Pettentool: Welcome to your EBW News Update on X! I'm the Toolbox and...I'm all by myself apparently. Tick and Tock went to make a clock I guess. Said they had to monitor a situation in the Dusty Dunes Desert? I never have any clue what they're doing, but the Tedster is here to give you some amazing updates! Phase 1 of rebuilding the NEW EBW has been completed! By using EBW World and EBW on X to promote live shows and minor touring, we saw sold out crowds that are hungry for a return to form, and now what the competition is now providing. The competition being an important part of this story, and because of the law suit that we just WON I can talk about them a little. So after Victory Explosion, a company that bought into EBW named Axis Nova tried to pull a power play, a hostile takeover behind the scenes. They locked a bunch of stars into long term deals, and tried to completely own the rights to EBW and everything associated with it. Cue Howard Lincoln, who helped Little Mac and Tali Mach take back what we have, and force a split with the competition, now known simply as Havok. Axis Nova created a company known as BKO Group to supervise Havok, which tried to add an additional show called Xcite, and THAT is where Howard got them! They wanted OUR show! They wanted OUR legacy! Imagine a company swallowing up everything in sight and reproducing cheap copies that dim the light and the kill the joy and spirit of wrestling. Tali and Mac couldn't handle that! They just couldn't! They sent Howard after them, and they WON! That's why, coming soon to X is the return of...




Ted Pettentool: That's right! It's the return of Xcite! The show that changed everything is back! It'll resume its place as the flagship for EBW, and the Onett Battle Dome will play host just like it did twenty years ago! It'll be airing LIVE on X AND Geistbook! We're really strengthening that bond with Geist Corporation, who ALSO do not care for Axis Nova, with Geist CEO Blake Faust himself saying "I believe they're secretly monsters from the future, and I'm going to transform a bring them down." OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT! I'm paraphrasing, because I didn't really understood what he meant by that! Haha, he's always a kidder! Anyways, this restructuring is a HUGE relief to talent like Tack Angel who said "If I have to keep up this southern 'rassling format, I'm liking to throw myself in the wheat thresher willingly." OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT! He was...saying a lot of things...ANOTHER KIDDER! Haha...ha. For the opening show we will kick off with Christy Angel, Morgan Le Fey, Mimi Starlight, and Darkness Aoi battling it out in a four way match. We have two established talents, including the last Women's Super Champion in Christy Angel, but they you have Morgan and Mimi, who are...off kilter...which is PERFECT for EBW. Have YOU pondered the orb today? I only have a magic 8-ball, and it keeps telling me to ask again later! Then, Dan Club will take on the BDSM stable. I'm surprised it's not The Auditor's monster squad since they lost the tag titles to Dan Club, BUT I think I know why, and we'll see in the main event. Before that though, X Champion Ness will team with Rise and Grind as they take on Boomtown and the Legal Limit. Hope they dotted the t's and crossed the i's. Wait...I messed that all up. In our main event, the MEGA DUDES will be in action, as they take on the combined titanic ant like forces of EBW Champion Vargas Wargrave and Kinniku Mike. This leads me to believe that they will have The Auditor helping on the outside with Snakebite and Harrow, BUT...I THINK that was anticipated because Howard Lincoln personally made a phone call, and something we have [TACK!] already promised is being delivered. The special guest enforcer for the tag bout is none other than the mysterious hero of Metro City, IT'S JIBAAAAAN!

EBW: Xcite
Battle Dome, Onett
X and Geistbook


1. Women's 4-Way: Christy Angel vs. Morgan Le Fey vs. Mimi Starlight vs. Darkness Aoi 
2. 6-Man Tag: Bashin Dan/Jammer/Benjamin vs.  Marco De Leon/Daimon Kuro/Shark #2
3. 6-Man Tag: Ness/Grind/Java Coffington vs. Boomtown/Preston Payne/Barry Dockett
4. Tag: Trevor Mach/Tack Angel vs. Vargas Wargrave/Kinniku Mike Special Guest Enforcer: Jiban

Ted Pettentool: We really need to thank Howard Lincoln for that and many other recent victories that is allowing EBW to reorganize into the power house of wrestling that it truly is. Though I hear that some within EBW are actually agents of Axis Nova, here to help destroy what we've built! I wonder how Howard is going to deal with them!

EBW Offices - Onett

Howard Lincoln was busy going over his battle plan to help him battle the evil ninjas known as "Tengen". Suddenly, his phone began to ring. 



Outside, a poorly disguised Tad Blinko was standing in a bush, making the phone call.

Howard Lincoln: Go for Howard. 

Tad Blinko: *cupping his hand over his mouth* Yesh, thish ish....who I am ish not important, but what ish important ish that you have made powerful people very very angry, and you will shtop your actions at once or elsh. 

Howard Lincoln: ...I will not be threatened by some ineffectual, privileged, effete, soft penis debutant. You want to start a street fight with me, bring it on, but you're going to be surprised by how ugly it gets. You don't even know my real name. I'm the fucking lizard king, bitch.


Howard hung up the phone and continued his important work, while Tad Blinko was seen by the Lakitu running off in fear, having pissed his pants.

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Ted Pettentool: Haha! That Howard Lincoln, what a kidder! Anyways, here is the updated card for Demon Boogie!

EBW: Demon Boogie
Battle Dome, Onett
X Premium


1. EBW Tag Team Championships No Rules: Bashin Dan(c)/Jammer(c) vs. Snakebite/Harrow
1. Women's Strap Match: Nimbus Tenebrae vs. Makoto Angel 
2. EBW X Championship: Ness(c) vs. Boomtown 
3. Demon Boogie Battle Royale: Dante Ward vs. Marco De Leon vs. Arsense St. Marvelous vs. Benjamin vs. Graveshift vs. Picky Minch
4. Singles: Tack Angel vs. Kinniku Mike
5. No Rules Women's Singles: Ripper Jane vs. Alison Chains 
6. EBW Championship: Vargas Wargrave(c) vs. Trevor Mach

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