Xcite opened LIVE from the Fourside Arena, with "Star Prince" Tack Angel standing in the middle of the ring with mic in hand. 

Tack Angel: Typical. Here I am, gracing you with my presence, and this is what I get? Boo all you want, but nothing changes the fact that I am the Star Prince—the man who stands above your so-called favorites. But of course, you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? Because you people—especially in this town—you’d rather throw your support behind a pack of losers like Bashin Dan and Geoff Garrett!

The crowd responded with deafening boos, some chants broke out for “Dan!” and “Double G!” Tack just shook his head, letting out a low, mocking laugh.

Tack Angel: Bashin Dan. The golden boy. The guy who somehow gets chance after chance because, what, he smiles at you? Or because he looks good on a poster? I’ll tell you what I see: a gutless, empty shell of a man who doesn’t belong in my league. You all cheer him on because you’re too blind to see that he’s nothing but a tool, a gimmick, a face that panders to you so he can collect his cards. Just look at him! He’s all flex and flash, no grit, no spine. And yet, you put him up on a pedestal?” You don't know what I have to go through! You don't understand how hard it is to be Tack Angel! 

The boos intensified, and some in the crowd tried to drown out Tack with more chants for Bashin Dan. Tack simply sneered.

Tack Angel: Oh, and as if that wasn’t sad enough, you people really want to go and cheer for Geoff Garrett? Geoff Garrett?! A washed-up has-been with a stupid mullet, a stupid guitar, and the audacity to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong? This is the man you cheer for? A man who’s spent all this time trying to invade my life, trying to mess with everything I’ve built! He thinks he can just walk in, unannounced, into the life of the Star Prince and take whatever he wants. This punk actually believes he can take my legacy…my children?

Tack’s voice rose, his face contorting in rage as he stared out at the crowd, who responded with disdain. The chants for Garrett grew stronger, and Tack’s hands tightened around the microphone.

Tack Angel: You cheer him on? You think it’s funny, cute even, that Garrett thinks he can touch what’s mine? That fool thinks he can waltz into my life and take my family—my property—and you people applaud him for it? Look at you, all screaming for a man who would have me stripped of everything I’ve built, who thinks my ex-wife, my legacy, my children are up for grabs! Newsflash, Garrett! You can stomp and strum that guitar all you want, but it’ll never make you more than a washed-up sideshow, an unworthy piece of trash that’ll never have what I have! And as for the title that's coming my way? Well, that’s going to stay around my waist forever once I claim it, no matter WHO steps up.

Tack paused, pacing back and forth with a self-satisfied look, until the crowd suddenly erupted with cheers as a new theme blasted through the arena. The song of the Weekend Wrecking Crew, as “Magnum PT” appeared at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand, flanked by EBW Tag Team Champions Point Man and Jaden Yuki, as they looked out at Tack with a fiery intensity. He took in the reaction, letting the fans’ cheers wash over him before he spoke.

Magnum PT: Chief you just don’t know when to stop, do you? Every week, you come out here, spewing that same entitled garbage about how the world owes you something. You go on and on about how you’re this untouchable Star Prince, but let me tell you something—I’ve had it up to here with your act. These people, this crowd? They don’t cheer you, Tack, because there’s nothing to cheer for. All they see is a loudmouth with a chip on his shoulder and a life he doesn’t deserve!

The crowd erupted in cheers, chanting for Magnum PT as Tack looked on, disgusted, his jaw clenched. Magnum smirked, taking a step closer to the ring.

Magnum PT: Now, I’ve been in this business a while now, Tack. I’ve faced all kinds of guys—tough guys, honest guys, and yeah, even guys like you. I’ve always believed that this ring is for settling things fair and square. I’ve even looked the other way for a lot of your crap, thinking maybe you were just blowing off steam. But last week? You crossed the line. You took my Xcite title, that I earned, and handed it to that spoiled, self-entitled nepo baby, Colby Roads. You let your ego cheat me out of what was rightfully mine—and in doing so, you disrespected this entire industry.

The crowd cheered again, clearly on Magnum PT’s side. Tack started pacing, mumbling something under his breath as Magnum held his ground.

Magnum PT: You know, I’m a patient man, Chief. I’ve let a lot slide in this business. But you and me? This…whatever this thing is between us? It’s personal now. And as far as I’m concerned, the only way to settle it is right here, tonight. Just you and me, one-on-one, no distractions, no excuses.

The crowd roared in approval, and Magnum lowered the mic, staring directly at Tack. Tack glared back, his expression dark and full of rage.

Tack Angel: You think you can just come out here, run your mouth, and intimidate me? I don’t care how many cheap chants these fans throw your way, PT, because in the end, that’s all you are—a washed-up nobody, a man who should have stayed in the past, at the very least the stupid STUPID SOUTH! I HATE YOU PT! I ALWAYS HAVE! I see you, and in my mind I'm shouting "STOP EXISTING! STOP EXISTING! STOP EXISTING!" Did you know that?! You want a match with me? You want to put everything on the line for a shot at glory? Well, I’ve got news for you. I can’t stand you, or the phony 'honor' you claim to represent. You think you’re some hero, a fan favorite, but all I see is a weak, pathetic loser who’s desperate to be loved by these idiots! They promise you forever, and they never deliver.

The crowd was deafening with boos as Tack spit out his last words, sneering down at Magnum PT. Magnum raised the mic again, his eyes narrowing as he closed in on the ring apron, ready to step up face-to-face with Tack.

Magnum PT: Is that right, Tack? I think they're delivering right now Chief. So you think I'm a loser? Well, let’s find out just how much of a ‘loser’ I am when I’m standing over you tonight. Let’s see if your smug grin is still there when I knock it clean off your face. Because tonight, you and me? It’s happening. And I’m going to make damn sure it’s a match you’ll never forget.

Tack stared Magnum down, his expression shifting from sneering to simmering rage, the tension building between them until it was almost palpable. He finally raised the mic, looking Magnum PT dead in the eye.

Tack Angel: Fine. You want to go? You want to put it all on the line? Let’s do this. But don’t come crying when I leave you in a heap, wondering why you ever dared to cross me—the Star Prince Tack Angel. This is my ring, PT, and tonight, I’ll prove it once and for all! I'M THE STAR PRINCE DAMMIT!




Larry Grim: Good evening, everyone! Welcome to EBW: Xcite, and we are LIVE here in Fourside Arena, where the action promises to be intense! I’m Larry Grim, your play-by-play guide to tonight’s thrilling bouts. Joining me is EBW’s brainiac, Apple Kid, and the one and only Tali Mach, who I’m sure will have plenty to say.

Apple Kid: Yeah, I’ll just...try to keep up! Minako is texting me all sorts of things, angry yet sexual things. She's not angry at me of course, but at Tack, Mamoru, and Queen Beryl! So much is happening tonight!

Tali Mach: Oh, Apple Kid, always the pinnacle of confidence, aren’t you? And Larry, please, let’s be real—these people didn’t come to see Apple Kid fumbling with his cell phone. They came for the wrestling! They came to see the Xciters and the Havok Renegades ready to rip each other’s heads off, and to watch Tack Angel get his star-spangled ego checked by Magnum PT!

Larry Grim: That’s right, Tali. President Swift made tonight’s main event official: Tack Angel will face off against Magnum PT! The fans demanded it, and we’re going to see it right here, tonight!

Apple Kid: These two have so much bad blood. Tack wants to prove he’s the greatest thing since—well—himself. And Magnum PT? He’s determined to set things right after Tack practically handed his Xcite title to the ‘Nepo Baby’ Colby Roads! His words, not mine...but also kind of mine. 

Tali Mach: The level of tackiness—pun intended—is off the charts.

Larry Grim: But the tension doesn’t stop with the main event, folks. Tali, you mentioned the Renegades earlier.

Tali Mach: I mention a lot of things. Who says I don't?!

Larry Grim: It’s chaos tonight as the Havok Renegades have made their presence known right here in Fourside. And in case you haven’t heard, they’re coming with their top-tier, metalbound lineup—Ness, Magus, Picky Minch, and Subculture—all members of the Metalbound Brotherhood!

Apple Kid: The Brotherhood is no joke. I mean, they’re basically steamrolling through anyone who gets in their way! Tonight, they’ll be challenging The Story for the EBW World Team Championship Rings! 

Tali Mach: Relax, Apple Kid. The only thing you need to duck is an autograph request from a fan who thinks you’re famous. But seriously, this Brotherhood isn’t here to shake hands or play nice. They want dominance, they’re going after The Story’s Rings, and believe me, they’re not above bending the rules to get what they want. Ness? Magus? These are guys with history as long as my arm. They’re going to be in no mood to mess around.

Larry Grim: But wait, we’re not done! We have a wrench in the works tonight. With CP Munk injured in that brutal Demon Boogie incident, newly crowned Xcite Champion Colby Roads now has to find a substitute. Who he’s chosen to step up in CP Munk’s place is still a mystery.

Apple Kid: Colby may be the Xcite Champion, but stepping up as a team player that actually elevates others? I don’t know if that’s in his playbook, Larry. CP Munk and him were, you know, two peas in a pod. They both like to destabilize their host promotion for their own betterment. 

Tali Mach: Carnies. The word you're looking for is carnies. 

Apple Kid: Losing him is going to hit hard.

Tali Mach: Ha! That is if Colby even thinks about being a ‘team player,’ which we all know is about as likely as Apple Kid becoming Mr. Universe. 

Larry Grim: Buckle up, everyone. We’re just minutes away from kicking off a night of action, passion, and high-stakes drama! This is EBW: Xcite! Let's start with the ladies shall we? 

Tali Mach: Now we're talking! It's Hilda Iceheart and Christina Angel in one-on-one action. Christina's my hero for what she did to Tracy, so I'm obviously rooting for her. 

Larry Grim: We really need to be impartial. 

Tali Mach: I really don't care. 

Larry Grim: Of course.

EBW: Xcite
Fourside Arena, Fourside
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1. Women's Singles: Hilda Iceheart vs. Christina Angel 
-The bell rang to start the match, and Christina Angel cautiously circled her icy opponent, Hilda Iceheart, well aware of Hilda’s reputation for cold brutality. They locked up, with Christina quickly slipping into a side headlock, wrenching Hilda’s neck in an attempt to wear her down early. Hilda countered with sheer power, lifting Christina and slamming her to the mat. Christina gasped from the impact, and Hilda wasted no time, hauling her opponent up and delivering a brutal shoulder block that knocked Christina off her feet. As Christina scrambled to her feet, Hilda launched into a series of stiff forearm shots, backing her opponent into the corner. Christina, however, fought back with a series of lightning-quick strikes of her own, trying to keep Hilda at bay. The crowd rallied behind Christina as she built momentum, managing to take Hilda down after a series of kicks and with a dropkick to the knee, followed by a beautiful springboard crossbody. But Hilda, unfazed, caught her mid-air and drove her down with a spinebuster, regaining control. They fought back and forth, with no one seeming to notice Tracy in the crowd, asking for charitable donations. Christina was on the mat as Tracy jumped the guardrail, to bash her in the head with the box full of money. Sensing victory, but not seeing the quick assault, Hilda hoisted Christina up and set her up for the Northern Lights Bomb. With precision and power, she slammed Christina down, securing the three-count and her win.
Winner: Hilda Iceheart via Northern Lights Bomb -> Pin 

Larry Grim: Tracy with the assist there, but Hilda was doing pretty well before the interference. The ACE of the division has some unsettled business with mommy dearest it seems. 

Tali Mach: CURSE YOU TRACYYYYY! 

Apple Kid: I didn't know you felt that strongly about it. 

Tali Mach: Oh I don't, but I also don't like to miss an opportunity to shout out the name of my enemies with a clenched fist. 

Apple Kid: Oh! Yeah, I get the vibe there. I have spent most of my life having a rival, well a friend/rival. It was clear that I was the superior scientist, but as a team, we were pretty great. I wonder what he's up to now. 

Larry Grim: …You mean….you didn't know? 

Apple Kid: Didn't know what?

Larry Grim: The election….yesterday. 

Apple Kid: What about it? 

Larry Grim: Did you vote? 

Tali Mach: I early voted. 

Apple Kid: No, I wasn't really paying attention to the election. Why? What did I miss. 

Larry Grim: You were talking about Orange Man right?

Apple Kid: Orange Kid? 

Larry Grim: He goes by Orange Man these days. 

Apple Kid: Oh right….I think I knew that. Been awhile since I've seen him. Was he doing something in the election?

Larry Grim: He was winning it. 

Apple Kid: WHAT?!

Tali Mach: Oh this is fun. Do we have footage! Please say we can cut to the footage! We got it? YES!

Orange Man Election Headquarters

Orange Man: Thank you! Thank you, everyone! Wow. Look at all these beautiful people, all the smiling faces. I can’t believe it—I mean, really—I can’t believe it. I’m here, on this stage, as your newly elected leader. And let me tell you, folks, I truly thought you’d all lost your minds. I mean, in one way, you did lose your minds—some of you really did—but it seems you lost it in a way that led you right here, with me. Isn’t that just something? Really amazing. This was a movement, folks. I kept saying it, I knew it in my heart. The things we were talking about, they weren’t just things, they were big things, folks! Tremendous things! They told us this couldn’t be done. They said, ‘Oh, Orange Man, you’re too honest, you’re too bold, too brave.’ They said, ‘People aren’t ready for you. They can’t handle you. They’ll turn on you like you’re some kind of crazy. You’re just... too... orange.’ But look at this! Here we are! It turns out maybe some of you lost your marbles in a good way, right? In the best possible way! But seriously, folks. I ran because I thought this place was going off the rails, and a lot of people thought I was nuts. I heard about it, in various places. They thought I was losing it. But it turns out... I was just the guy with his head screwed on straight. Imagine that! And now, I have a responsibility—we have a responsibility—to keep this country, our wonderful, amazing country, on track. To lead it the right way. And let me tell you, no one is going to do a better job at that than me, because now, I’m in charge. Just let that sink in. I’m the one at the wheel! So get ready, folks. Because I’m not just here to win—I’m here to change things. Big things. Great things. You’re going to look back and say, ‘Wow, that Orange Man really got things done.’ And who knows? Maybe they’ll write songs about me. Big, beautiful songs. Until then, I just want to say thank you, thank you, thank you, for putting your faith in the Orange Man. You might’ve lost it to get me here, but I promise you, you won’t regret it. Not a bit. We're going to Make Eagleland Great Again!

-

Larry Grim: So yeah, Orange Man became the President of Eagleland last night. 

Apple Kid: …..

Tali Mach: But hey, at least you're on television. That's kind of important too right? It's not like you're suddenly super inferior or nothing. 

Apple Kid: …I was supposed to save the world.

Tali Mach: Oh this is going to be great. I have to wonder about ol' Haggar though. Wasn't he running to retake the Presidency from that douche nozzle Bidet. 

Larry Grim: He's actually rounding up members of the Mad Gear Gang right now, battling alongside Arremer X….in a mech suit. 

Tali Mach: That sounds awesome. Why aren't we watching that!?

Larry Grim: Because this is a wrestling show which is equally as awesome! 

Tali Mach: …I don't know about all that. 

Backstage

The camera feed suddenly cut to Gianna Rambaldi's phone via her TikTak app. She looked red in the face, as she fixed her hair, and put on makeup. She took several breaths and pushed what she thought was the record button, not realizing she was already recording. 

Gianna Rambaldi: Alright. I can cut this out later. I'm upset. They need to know I'm upset. Here we go. *clears throat* NOOOOOOOO! GRRRRR!!!! IT'S NOT FAIR! NOOOOO!! I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW PEOPLE COULD VOTE FOR THE PERSON I DIDN'T VOTE FOR! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK FOR YOURSELF! IT WAS HER TURRRRRN! SHE'S A WOMAN, SO SHE SHOULD BE PRESIDENT! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! *sigh* Good, now they know that I'm upset about the election and could see my reaction to it, because feelings aren't something you keep to yourself anymore. 

2. Singles: Takumi Inui vs. Karasu 
-The air was tense as Takumi Inui faced off against the enigmatic dark warrior from Edo, Karasu. Takumi opened with a technical approach after a flick of the wrist, immediately going for a takedown and trying to control Karasu on the mat. Karasu countered with an elbow to Takumi’s jaw, breaking free and swaying as Takumi clutched his face. Takumi retaliated with a series of stiff kicks to Karasu’s midsection, pushing him back and taking control of the match. Karasu, however, had no intention of playing by the rules. He rolled out of the ring, ignoring the referee’s count as he grabbed a steel chair from ringside. Takumi kicked it out of his hand, and into the arms of the ref, whose vision was obscured long enough for Karasu to spray black mist. Takumi was blasted, but rolled out of the ring to try and wash it out of his eyes. This brought out Snakebite, Razorblade, and Troy, who joined in an assault on Takumi. EBW Champion Bashin Dan and Rama Raju ran out to make the save as the ref called for the DQ. 
Winner: Takumi Inui via DQ 

Larry Grim: No way! You hate to see a match end like that! 

Tali Mach: That happens too much, so don't say that or people will stop watching! 

Apple Kid: Is Takumi alright? Looks like he's got some water to wash it out! 

Tali Mach: Look, it's Swift on the big screen! It's funny seeing a man THAT angry on THAT big of a screen! Hehe. 

Swift: No! Nu-uh! That's not how we're doing this! Demon Boogie just ended, and we're ramping up to Hunter's Moon, the next big event, and I'm not going to have this show produce a wet fart, because the goth squad doesn't like to lose! EBW Champion Bashin Dan. Rama Raju, Takumi Inui will take SUFFER right there and now. Oh, you might be thinking the numbers don't add up, and they spell disaster for the champ's team? I think I know just the guy to even the odds.




3. 8-Man Tag: Bashin Dan/Rama Raju/Takumi Inui/Void vs. Karasu/Razorblade/Troy/Snakebite 
-The arena was electric as Bashin Dan, Rama Raju, Takumi Inui, and Void entered as a unified team, each bringing their own unique fighting style and energy to the ring. Their opponents, the nefarious SUFFER team of Karasu, Razorblade, Troy, and Snakebite, exuded a sinister confidence, clearly ready to take the fight to their adversaries. The two teams exchanged tense glances across the ring, and as the bell rang, it was clear that this was going to be a chaotic and high-stakes showdown. A still sore and blurry eyed Takumi Inui started things off against Troy, and the match quickly escalated as Takumi’s technical prowess clashed with Troy’s aggressive brawling style. Takumi tried to keep Troy grounded with a series of wristlocks and arm drags, but Troy powered out, delivering a spine-rattling clothesline that sent Takumi sprawling. Troy tagged in Snakebite, who immediately began working over Takumi with strikes and submissions, twisting his arm and targeting his shoulder in an attempt to neutralize his technical abilities. Takumi fought back and managed to roll away long enough to tag in Rama Raju, who entered with a flurry of strikes, his explosive energy shifting the momentum of the match. Rama engaged in a high-speed exchange with Snakebite, dazzling the crowd with a flying knee strike and a rapid series of chops. Snakebite, momentarily staggered, scrambled back to his corner and tagged in Karasu. Karasu and Raju faced off with intensity, and it quickly turned into a brutal exchange of strikes and counters. Karasu hit a vicious knee to Raju’s midsection, halting his momentum, and tried to lock in a guillotine choke. But Raju powered out of the hold, and he managed to tag in Void, who entered with a cold and methodical demeanor. Void and Karasu clashed, their similar dark styles making for a compelling and hard-hitting battle. Void showcased his versatility, using calculated kicks and a suplex that shook the ring. Karasu countered, but Void’s stoic resilience kept him in control, and he eventually forced Karasu to retreat to tag in Razorblade. When Razorblade entered, he brought a powerhouse energy to the ring, throwing Void across the mat with authority. It didn't seem to phase Void, but more mist from Karasu did though. Razorblade’s strength advantage looked overwhelming until Void made a quick escape to tag in Bashin Dan, who immediately raised the energy in the arena. The EBW Champion Bashin Dan came in with high-octane offense, hitting Razorblade with a flurry of punches and a textbook dropkick that sent him stumbling into the ropes. In the final moments, chaos erupted as all eight men spilled into the ring, and a brawl ensued, with bodies flying everywhere. Void managed to isolate Razorblade in the confusion, and with perfect timing, he executed the Chaos Theory into the pin. The referee slid in for the count, and as the crowd chanted along, his hand hit the mat for the three-count.
Winners: Bashin Dan/Rama Raju/Takumi Inui/Void[o] via Chaos Theory on Razorblade ->Pin 

Tali Mach: YEAH BABY! That's what I like to see! The Dream Team with the win! Booya! Something about that Void fella is still VERY familiar. 

Larry Grim: We know that Preacher Ra and The Auditor have some sort of dark, painful message they want to deliver to EBW, but Void continues to stand in the way. Never thought I'd see him fighting alongside the EBW Champion, as Bashin Dan looks over at him. Bashin Dan once eliminated Void from EBW, but we don't know who is under the mask this time. 

Tali Mach: He told you already. Void isn't a person. Void is an idea. Void is an undefinable element. Void is a way of life. 

Larry Grim:  I guess so! Well folks, buckle up for the next one, as the Metalbound Brotherhood is invading from Havok to challenge The Story for the World Team Championship Rings.

Apple Kid: I can't believe Orange Man is the President! 

Larry Grim: The question is, whom did they get to replace an injured CP Munk? We're about to find out.

Backstage

Colby Roads: Alright, everybody, listen up. The fans, the boys in the back, they all know we’ve got a big one tonight. A huge one. But, as y’all might know, our boy CP Munk—he took a nasty demon related stabbing at Demon Boogie. It’s a rough business, folks, and sometimes we gotta call in a new player.

LG Rod: Yeah, and we searched far and wide. It wasn’t easy, let me tell ya. We needed someone tough, someone with guts, and experience.

Randy no Kachi: Yeah… and available on short notice…

Colby Roads: But this guy—oh, he's more than that. A legend in the game. He's wrestled from one end of the country to the other and probably a few other countries too, though we’ll be honest, we don’t actually know. So, without further ado, let’s bring him in here. Introducing our newest World Team Champion Ring partner… "Dirty" Dick Wagner!

The camera zoomed in on a figure staggering toward them. Dick Wagner, wearing a very worn Ribera's jacket, his singlet barely visible beneath it, came into the frame. He had a can of beer in one hand, a bottle of painkillers sticking out of his pocket, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He raised his hand in a victory sign, swaying slightly as he tried to focus on Colby, LG Rod, and Randy.

"Dirty" Dick Wagner: I gotta tell ya, it’s a hoot…an absolute hoot to be here with ya, yesiree. The Dickster is getting another run at the show! And I’ll have you know, ol’ Dirty Dick’s seen it all. From bingo halls to barnyards.  And tonight... we’re takin' that squared circle to school, ya dig? You know I wrestled your father! 

Colby Roads: That's, uh, that’s great, Dick. We're not talking about my father right now. He uh...he possessed me. You feelin' ready for the big match?

"Dirty" Dick Wagner: Ready? Am I ready? Kid, I was born ready. Imma rockin' and a rollin, struttin' and a strollin'! Back in the day, we didn’t have “ready”...we had “get in there, do the job, pop the marks, get 'em on their feet." Ya see, back in '8X, we’d wrestle five nights a week, drink ourselves into oblivion, and still be the first ones there in the morning to shoot the promos!

LG Rod: Uh, so…about tonight…think you’ll be able to keep up with…you know, the Metalbound Brotherhood? These guys are pretty dangerous.

"Dirty" Dick Wagner: Dangerous? Kid, I’ve wrestled men three times my size in double-wide cages, men who’d bite you ‘fore they’d wrestle ya, and I came out swingin’! Hell, I got scars from every man in the Midwest. So, dangerous? Please. Just keep an eye on the ref, keep the heat goin’, and lemme get these boys in a good ol’ hook, line, and sinker.

Randy no Kachi: Do you have any idea what he’s even talking about?

Colby Roads: Not…entirely, but look, he’s got experience! And CP was out, so…

"Dirty" Dick Wagner: And to you people out there, the marks who think ol’ Dirty Dick can’t hang? Well, I got news for ya. You’re lookin’ at the man who INVENTED the piledriver. Yeah, that’s right. When I dropped guys back in the day, we didn’t have no fancy moves. Just grit, guts, and a good heel hook. You might be wondering why ol' Dirty Dick ain't with the Crew? Well, Colby paid for the dirty thirty of Natty Lights, so I'm gonna down about half them gimmicks, hit a big boot, a lariat-O, and it's a 1-2-3, and a pay day for you and me!

LG Rod: Well, Dick, it’s good to have you on the team. I think, uh, we’re all pretty excited to see what you bring to the match.

"Dirty" Dick Wagner: You boys just watch. Tonight, we're takin' ‘em to the woodshed. They’ll be eating dirt before I’m done. And after I lay the hurt down, we’re all hittin' the bar. Drinks on me. [Looks directly at the camera] And to the Story... [points and slurs] you’re in for a whoopin' straight from the past, baby. Y'all won’t forget Dirty Dick Wagner! Let’s hit it!

Colby Roads: Well…there you have it, folks. Dirty Dick Wagner. Here to replace CP Munk, here to make history.

4. EBW World Team Championship Rings: Colby Roads(c)/Dick Wagner/LG Rod(c)/Randy no Kachi(c) vs. Ness/Magus/Subculture/Picky Minch
-With the World Team Championship Rings on the line, both teams were fired up. Colby Roads started off against Ness, and the two went back and forth with holds and counters, each trying to establish an early advantage. Ness eventually took control with a swift arm drag, grounding Colby before tagging in Magus. Magus and Subculture worked in tandem, isolating Colby and preventing him from making a tag and landing solid strikes. Colby made a desperate tag to "Dirty" Dick Wagner, who hit a chop to Subculture and played to the crowd like a territory 'rassler, but Subculture simply countered with a KO Punch that nearly cost The Story everything. The Metalbound Brotherhood’s teamwork kept the champions reeling, especially when Picky Minch delivered a massive Hagen to Dick, bringing the crowd to their feet, because of the damage done to Dick. Picky hit Dick, and Dick hurt from the Hagen. Hehe. In the final moments, Ness managed to hit Colby Roads with a PK Rockin’ Omega, a devastating finish that left Colby down for the count. The referee’s hand hit the mat for the 1-2-3, and the Metalbound Brotherhood were crowned the new EBW World Team Champions, giving the ring and control of The Storm to Havok. 
Winners: Ness[o]/Magus/Subculture/Picky Minch via PK Rockin' Omega  on Colby Roads -> Pin -> NEW EBW World Team Champions! 

Tali Mach: SON OF A- APPLE, KICK A TRASH CAN FOR ME! 

Apple Kid: Why Orange Kid? 

Tali Mach: No it's why Subculture, as in why did he win the Rings!? I'm totally fine with him plowing Tack's daughter, but for this? Why Subculture? *sigh* He comes to my house too much. I'm just realizing this…totally unrelated. 

Larry Grim: Well, I guess that means we'll be three hours long starting next week? Keep The Storm warm for us Renegades. We'll get it back! 

Tali Mach: Damn right we will!

5. CXJ Tag: El Hijo Del Kiva/Fray Tiburon vs. Johnny Starbound/Hooligan
-El Hijo Del Kiva and Fray Tiburon took on Johnny Starbound and Hooligan in this high-octane CXJ Tag match. Kiva and Starbound started off at an incredibly fast pace, exchanging arm drags and counters that had the audience roaring. Kiva’s agility allowed him to gain an early advantage, trapping Starbound in a quick pin attempt, which he kicked out of just in time. Fray Tiburon soon tagged in, bringing his powerhouse flair to the match. Hooligan stepped in and attempted to slow down the pace, grounding Tiburon with a brutal backbreaker. But Tiburon fought back, delivering a perfectly executed dive over the ropes to take down both Starbound and Hooligan on the outside. Of course that doesn't lead to a win, because you have to be IN the ring for that. The end came when Tiburon tagged back in later and hit Hooligan with a precision brainbuster on Hooligan, securing the pinfall and the victory for his team.
Winner: El Hijo Del Kiva/Fray Tiburon[o] via Brainbuster on Hooligan -> Pin

Johnny Starbound stood in the center of the ring, breathing heavily after the grueling CXJ tag team match where he and Hooligan had come up short against El Hijo Del Kiva and Fray Tiburon. He wiped sweat off his brow, picked up a microphone, and paced furiously, glaring out at the crowd. He’d had enough.

Johnny Starbound: Y’know what? I’m just gonna say it. I am sick of this. The CXJ Division? I don't belong here. Nah, nah, nah—Johnny Starbound does not belong down here, fighting in tag team matches with these juniors, trapped in this mess of a division, pretending this is where I belong! You all know it. I know it. Look up my name. Look at my history! I’m a former EWA World’s Heavyweight Champion! I’ve headlined arenas, I’ve fought the best, and beat the best! And now I’m stuck here, losing in matches to some punk kid—El Hijo Del Kiva, this “son of the great Kiva” or whatever he’s calling himself. This little upstart, he comes in here pretending to be his Dad, so he's a liar! Even then, he's popular and he's a flying high and what—he gets the win? Nah, I’m not buyin’ it. Not for a second!  I don’t know who this Johnny-come-lately thinks he is, struttin’ around like he’s hot stuff, but I’ve been here, I’ve done this, and I’m not about to let some masked wannabe make his name at my expense! You're a Johnny come lately, but I'm the Johnny come....always....here! I was here first! Listen up, Kiva Jr., or whatever you’re calling yourself—I’m gonna get to the bottom of you and your “legacy.” Because there’s only one true Johnny in that ring, only one real star, and his name is Johnny Starbound! You hear that? The real deal, the headliner!

Larry Grim: Well there you have it. Johnny Starbound is a man on a mission. But noooow-

Tali Mach: PT gets to batter that *bleep* Tack Angel! YEAH! 

Larry Grim: It's main event time. Let's check it out! Right Apple?

Apple Kid: …Orange Man….President. 

Larry Grim: I think he's broken. Let's go with the maaaaaaain event!

6. Singles: Tack Angel vs. Magnum PT
-The highly anticipated main event between Tack Angel and Magnum PT began with a surge of intensity, as the crowd buzzed in anticipation. Tack Angel, radiating arrogance and contempt, taunted the crowd with disdainful sneers, visibly feeding off their boos. Magnum PT, however, was all business, maintaining a cool focus as he entered the ring, his intense gaze never wavering from Tack. The bad blood between these two competitors was palpable; this match wasn’t just about skill—it was personal. As the bell rang, Tack took an early advantage by launching a preemptive kick to Magnum’s midsection, using his underhanded tactics to set the tone for the match. Tack wasted no time, laying into Magnum with a rapid series of forearms, driving him back into the corner. With Magnum temporarily stunned, Tack arrogantly threw his arms out to the crowd, receiving an eruption of jeers in response. Tack grinned, reveling in the disdain, but he had underestimated Magnum's resilience. Seizing the moment, Magnum countered with a brutal elbow strike to Tack’s jaw, turning the tables instantly. Magnum then unleashed a powerful series of suplexes, showcasing his raw strength and relentless precision. He lifted Tack effortlessly for a gut-wrenching Hagen suplex, then followed with a snap suplex and a perfectly executed vertical suplex, slamming Tack hard onto the mat. The impact left Tack writhing on the canvas, and Magnum went for an early pin attempt, but Tack barely managed to get his shoulder up at two. Despite the punishment, Tack was far from finished. He rallied with a calculated low dropkick to Magnum's knee, bringing the mullet man down a level. With Magnum weakened, Tack targeted the knee with ruthless efficiency, twisting and slamming it into the mat, weakening Magnum's base. Tack then transitioned into a single-leg Summer Crab, bending Magnum's leg at an agonizing angle as he leaned back, adding more pressure. Magnum clenched his fists, his face contorted in pain, but he refused to tap, slowly dragging himself toward the ropes. Tack kept fighting him, so PT got creative and flicked mullet sweat at the Star Prince, sending him into an unfocused rage. The crowd erupted PT finally reached the bottom rope, forcing Tack to break the hold. Tack, visibly frustrated, escalated his offense, yanking Magnum up by the hair, wiping his hand on the ref, and delivering a sharp knee strike to the face. He followed up with a spinning heel kick. Magnum fought back and set up for the Mustache Ride, but Tack hit a low blow to halt his intentions. Tack lifted Magnum for his signature move, CLUTCHING the WRIST, setting up for the move with a malicious grin. But Magnum, with sheer grit, countered mid-air, wrenching his arm free and landing a brutal back elbow that staggered Tack. With adrenaline surging, Magnum unleashed a powerhouse offense, rallying the crowd as he hit Tack with a spine-rattling lariat, sending Tack flipping backward. Magnum then hoisted Tack into a devastating powerbomb, slamming him down and going for another pin. The crowd counted along, but Tack barely kicked out at the last second, leaving Magnum visibly frustrated but determined. In the final stretch, both men were visibly exhausted but unwilling to relent. Tack, with a last burst of energy, caught Magnum off guard with a surprise enzuigiri, dazing him. Taking full advantage, Tack hit a hard head kick before once again CLUTCHING the WRIST, and dropped PT with the Angel Driver. 1-2-3. The Star Prince barely survived his encounter with Magnum PT. 
Winner: Tack Angel via Head Kick x Wrist Clutch Angel Driver -> Pin

After the match Tack Angel picked PT up again and CLUTCHED the WRIST! Makoto Kino ran out to try and get Tack to stop, but Mamoru blocked her path. Usagi came out as well, and the focus was drawn over there. As Tack prepared to lift PT, Geoff Garrett rolled into the ring to a huge pop and once again blasted Tack with a guitar, before hitting the Jackie Fargo strut and rolling away with PT before Mamoru and the beaten members of The Story could get to them. 

Larry Grim: Wow! This war between Tack Angel and his former best good friends of the Weekend Wrecking Crew is far from over! We have The Story involved too, as well as the Sensations, and the 3Queens stable of Erica, Women's Champion Queen Beryl, and Rambaldi. 

Tali Mach: All of this because one man couldn't handle long hair with no side burns, cause it reminded him of his family or something or whatever. 

Apple Kid: Orange Man…..bad?

Tali Mach: Uh-oh. 

Larry Grim: Goodnight everybody! 

Trevor Mach drove through the streets of Fourside, his battered truck rumbling like an ancient beast on its last legs. Ahead, the neon sign of the Topalla Theater glowed dimly in the fog. It had an opulent front, dressed up with gilded trimmings and art deco lights, but anyone in the know knew the truth—the real action was downstairs, beneath the veneer, where the real high rollers gathered for blood. Trevor parked his truck, wincing as he swung his legs out. His last fight—Demon Boogie's cage match—had left him bruised and broken, and the dull ache across his ribs flared as he took a step forward. He squared his shoulders, though, letting none of the pain show as he made his way up to the double doors of the theater. The doorman stood sentinel, arms crossed, eyes cold. When Trevor approached, he didn’t move, just glared with suspicion until Trevor leaned in close and muttered the words.

Trevor Mach: Blue Velvet

The doorman’s expression shifted from wary to understanding, and he gave a sharp nod, then stepped aside, revealing a door at the side of the theater that looked like part of the wall. Trevor stepped through and followed a dimly lit hallway that wound down narrow stairs, his footsteps echoing in the silence. The walls seemed to tighten around him as he descended, but finally, he reached the basement level. Here, the smells of sweat, smoke, and adrenaline washed over him. A steel door awaited, with a tiny viewing window at eye level. The slot slid open, revealing another pair of eyes.

Guard: Trevor Mach? Heard you got laid up after that cage match. Thought you’d be laid up for a month.

Trevor Mach: Guess I’m a fast healer.

The guard gave a nod, as if that was answer enough, and with a groaning creak, the door opened. The underground arena was cavernous, lit by glaring overhead lights that bathed the ring in the center with a sickly yellow glow. Bleachers stretched in a wide circle around it, filled with gamblers, hustlers, and those who relished the raw violence of the place. The low hum of anticipation mixed with the barked orders of bookies taking last-minute bets. And standing in the center, waiting like a spider in his web, was the owner—a man everyone called Vic Torius. Vic Torius was a tall, wiry man with a slicked-back mane of salt-and-pepper hair and a face that seemed to smirk even when he wasn’t smiling. He wore a velvet suit that was as garish as it was expensive, and a gaudy gold chain lay against the open collar of his shirt. He saw Trevor immediately, and his smirk widened into a full grin as he approached.

Vic Torious: Trevor Mach! The man, the myth, the legend! You look a little rough! 

Trevor Mach: I’ve had worse.

Vic Torious: And yet here you are, banged up and asking for more. Must be desperate.

Trevor Mach: I’m here to fight, Vic. And I’ll put up something no one’s ever dared to offer before.

Vic Torious: Oh? What could the infamous Trevor Mach possibly have left to put on the line?

Trevor Mach: The VBW Championship. Anyone who can beat me tonight gets it.

The murmurs around them grew louder, and even Vic’s ever-present smirk slipped, just for a second. The VBW Championship was perfect for the underground circles. A symbol of indomitable grit, of sheer endurance and ruthlessness in and out of  the ring.

Vic Torious: Now you’ve got my attention, Trevor. But look at you—you’re held together by a thread. I’d have to be mad to let you go in like this.”

Trevor Mach: I'm willing to bet you’ve let worse fighters in with less to lose. Let me in the ring, Vic. I’m not here to save face. I’m here to fight, and anyone who thinks they can take the title from me is welcome to try.

Vic Torious: If you’re that eager to get yourself mangled, who am I to say no? But remember, Mach, once you’re in, there’s no calling it off.

Trevor Mach: You gotta pay if you want to play.

With a final nod, Vic waved to one of his assistants, who darted off to arrange the match. Trevor glanced at the ring, then at the cheering crowd as word of the new fight spread like wildfire. They knew they were about to see a battle they wouldn’t forget. As he walked toward the locker room to get ready, Trevor heard Vic call out after him.

Vic Torious: Good luck, champ. You might just need it tonight.

-

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In the dimly lit basement of the arena, shadows stretched across the walls, dancing with the flicker of the lone, buzzing light above. Ripper Jane stalked back and forth, her steps sharp and uneven, muttering half-formed words that only made sense to her fractured mind. Her eyes, ringed in dark circles, darted around the room, as if the walls themselves were closing in. Rufus Poochyfud, slick and conniving as ever, watched her with a mix of irritation and a hint of sympathy. He crossed his arms, trying to find the patience to deal with whatever wild thoughts were rattling around in Jane’s mind.

Rufus Poochyfud: Jane. Oh Jane. Your head’s all screwed up! Look at yourself. You don’t know what the hell you’re doing anymore!

She stopped her pacing and whipped around to face him, her eyes narrowing. 

Ripper Jane: I KNOOOOOW!

Rufus Poochyfud: No, you don’t, Jane. Listen to me—if you don’t show up for the #1 Contenders bout, you’re out. Gone. Fined and fired, understand? And if you so much as dodge Hope Mach for a single second in that ring, you and Hope both get the boot.

A crazed laugh escaped her lips, loud and broken. 

Ripper Jane: Hope… Hope Mach… She saved me, Rufus. Saved me from going up in flames…

Rufus Poochyfud: So what? You think you owe her something? Is that it?

Ripper Jane: The burns, Rufus… they didn’t save me from the burns. They weren’t there then.

Rufus sighed, impatient but not entirely unsympathetic. 

Rufus Poochyfud: So you’ve been burned. It’s wrestling, Jane. We all get burned.

Ripper Jane: No. You don’t understand. It was the fire that drove me mad. All that pain… all that screaming. And no one to pull me out, not until it was almost too late. Hehe....hahaha....that's when the darkness crept in! 

Rufus Poochyfud: Get it together, or leave! Because if you’re in that ring, I don’t care if it’s Hope, or anyone else—you fight, rip, tear, or you’re done. Do you hear me?

Jane’s mouth twisted into a twisted grin, her fingers twitching against the burn scars on her arms. 

Ripper Jane: Oh, I hear you, Rufus. But do you hear me? The fire's still there, burning me up every second. And Hope? She’s just one more spark away from going down with me.

Rufus shook his head, exasperated, but he had said his piece. He turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Ripper Jane alone with her scars and her madness in the flickering light, pacing, whispering, and preparing to face her demons once again.




Tommy Dukes: Welcome to the home of the Renegades! So much so it's CALLED Renegade Arena! We're LIVE for Havok, and the journey to Hunter's Moon begins, and have you heard the news? 

Nerma: It's being held in Smalltown? That's the hometown of Trevor and Tali Mach! You better believe I heard! I had a glass I held up to the door so I could listen in! That's got to be a shot at them and the Metalbound Brotherhood after what happened at Demon Boogie! 

Tommy Dukes: Yeah they shouldn't have read from the Necronomicon. 

Nerma: I meant the other thing. 

Tommy Dukes: Sal Paradise returned to HELP Boomtown defeat Cade Yaggis for the World Championship! Our ACE was screwed over when Boomtown and Sal shocked the world. You know Rufus Poochyfud has to be all smiles right now. 

Rufus Poochfud: Oh I am. 

Tommy Dukes: AH! 

Nerma: You have zero sensory awareness Tom Tom. 

Rufus Poochyfud: I'm thrilled with everything that happened! I mean, I'm in charge of the brand! My chosen hero is the World and Television Champions. He's got both of 'em! I got the World Tag Team Champions! I got the best team that money can buy, and I now have…Paradise. Hahaha! How sweet it is! Living my best life right now. Even a Metalbound Brotherhood win plays out in my favor. We got the World Team Rings back in the Havok camp, and it's only a matter of time until I put together a team to take them OFF of the fake Metal Rush, so it can belong to the true Metal Rush, and we can bring back Metal Storm! Haha! I'm so thrilled with our NEW World Champion too! Boomtown! The young prodigy. The Metal Rush Savior! In fact, I think he's got something he wants to say right now.

Backstage

Boomtown stood alone in a dimly lit corner, two title belts—his World Championship and Television Championship—draped over his broad shoulders. He glanced around, then held the World Championship in front of him, squinting his eyes as if listening closely.

Boomtown: Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say. You think I’m unstoppable too, huh?

He raised an eyebrow and shifted his gaze to the Television Championship.

Boomtown: Oh, don’t get jealous now, TV Title! You’re just as proud to be right here, right? Front row seat on the shoulder of the fastest rising star in wrestling history like me! That’s right, you oughta be proud!

Boomtown grinned, smirking as if his championships just paid him the highest compliment.

Boomtown: Y’see, these babies know what it’s like to be around greatness! They get to go places nobody else’s titles go. Next time, we’re coming out on the back of the tank, both of these beauties strapped right here, showing the world who holds the gold! The crowd’s gonna roar, and there’s gonna be fireworks and fists flyin’—it’s gonna be mayhem!

Boomtown leaned in, adjusting his grip on the titles as if they're nodding along with him.

Boomtown: But it’s all worth it because these championships know they’re held by the best—by Boomtown! And come match night, there’s nothin’ I won’t do to keep it that way, and you know who I have to thank for all of this success? All of you. You made Cade believe he could beat me, and that confidence was his undoing. I was just a punk kid nepo baby right? Riding in here, literally on a tank, and a real one, not a jeep with a confetti spooter or a little go cart. You bought everything I said and did from one moment to the next. Because of me FOUR championships are now with Metal Rush, the REAL Metal Rush. I've done more for Metal Rush than that bozo Ness. Sorry Paula, but your husband has lost it, but don't worry, I found it, dusted it off, polished it up, and made it mine. I also have another very special friend I want to thank. Sal Paradise. I mean, you all loved him SO MUCH, but who do you think taught me what I knew? In just one calendar year, I've been a World Tag Team Champion, Television Champion, and now I'm the World Champion! I'm the pinnacle. I'm as good as it's ever going to get, cause you can't do better than what I've done. You don't get better than who I am.

He pointed a finger directly at the camera, titles gleaming.

Boomtown: So buckle up, boys, ‘cause we’re just getting started! And when I’m rolling through on that tank with these babies? There ain’t a soul in that ring who can stand in my way! Boomtown OUT!

-

Rufus Poochyfud: Hahaha! You love it right? Tell me you love it! 

Nerma: …..

Tommy Dukes: I uh…

Rufus Poochyfud: It's GO time! I want my show off and running! We're opening things with Bushido Rules! That's the Mach favorite right? Well why not use a Mach then. A DYNAMIC Mach! Picky Minch, I didn't give you any notice, and I'm sure you're not stretched or warmed up, but do I care? Get out here and face the consequences of your actions against DYNAMIC Dougie Mach!

EBW: Havok
Renegade Arena, Saturn City
ENT

1. Bushido Rules Singles: Picky Minch vs. Dougie Mach 
-Dougie Mach walked into this Bushido Rules match against Picky Minch looking focused and determined, knowing he had a point to prove since casting off his relationship with Rhea Rampage and betraying his cousin to join Metal Rush. The match began with a cautious feeling-out process, with both men exchanging powerful kicks and testing each other's resilience. Picky used his striking game to push Dougie back, landing heavy blows that forced Dougie to shift his strategy. The turning point came when Dougie evaded a high kick from Picky, securing a takedown that quickly transitioned into a ground-and-pound barrage. As Picky attempted to regain control, Dougie displayed his grappling expertise by locking in a devastating Triangle Choke. Picky struggled to break free, but Dougie tightened the hold, leaving the referee with no choice but to call the match via stoppage as Picky faded, unable to continue.
Winner: Dougie Mach via Triangle Choke -> Referee Stoppage 

The crowd was still buzzing from Dougie Mach's ruthless win over Picky Minch as he stepped into the spotlight, microphone in hand, a dark intensity simmering in his eyes. The crowd jeered, but Dougie seemed unfazed, his focus sharp as a blade.

Dougie Mach: You all saw it. You saw what happens when you pull out the knife, sink it deep between the shoulder blades, and twist. I did it to him. I stabbed my own cousin Trevor, because I needed to—I had to.

He took a deep breath, the frustration of years seething behind his eyes.

Dougie Mach: For too long, I was a nobody. A loser, a shadow... living in the constant glow of the Mach name. But there was a time, way back, when Havok was first unleashed on the wrestling world, when I was more than just Trevor’s cousin. I was the best. I had the fire, the power, and I was ruthless. And somewhere along the way, I let that go. I lost that fire—lost me.

Dougie ran his fingers through his dreads, a slow grin spreading across his face as he looked out at the crowd.

Dougie Mach: So yeah, I tapped into that monster in my blood. That cursed, venomous Mach instinct that never lets you walk away from a fight. I wanted it back—no, I needed it back. And if that means becoming a Judas, stabbing my own blood in the back to reclaim what I lost, then so be it. Heather knew it. She knew what it took to get to the top, even if that meant selling out her own family. That’s what it takes to survive in this business! That's what it takes to survive THIS LIFE!

The crowd erupted with boos, but Dougie raised his voice, drowning them out.

Dougie Mach: You see, that Mach Curse… it’s real. But instead of running from it, I embraced it. And now, I am no longer the Dougie you remember. I’m more. I’m the Dougie who won’t flinch, won’t hesitate to do what needs to be done. I’m Dynamic once again, and I’ve reclaimed my balls, my dignity. There’s no going back, and there’s no stopping me now.

He held his arms out wide, as if inviting the crowd’s disdain, basking in the noise.

Dougie Mach: So if you’re looking for that old Dougie Mach, that sad, pitiful loser? You can keep looking, ‘cause he’s gone! The monster’s awake, the beast is back, and every single one of you better be ready for what comes next.

-

Tommy Dukes: Wow, Dougie is-

Rufus Poochfyud: Dynamic right?!

Tommy Dukes: Ah! You're still here?! 

Rufus Poochyfud: It's my show! Of course I'm still here! 

Nerma: Please try looking to your sides. 

Rufus Poochyfud: I've got work to do, so I'll be leaving NOW, so you two better shape up, because Havok is going to keep changing under my regime, and under the careful watch of my braintrust in the Princess and Schala. You two…could easily be replaced. Have a great show. 

Tommy Dukes: ….

Nerma: You're screaming inside aren't you? 

Tommy Dukes: Huh? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. I was screaming inside. 

Nerma: Oh dear.

Tommy Dukes: I'm just glad he's gone, but in his place, someone put this giant box. 

Nerma: Oh no. 

Tommy Dukes: I wonder what's insi-

Nerma: Tommy don't! 

Who Else But Zane: BOO! 

Tommy Dukes: AAAAAAHHHH!!!

Who Else But Zane: YOU JUST GOT ZANED! Who else but Zane?! HAHAHA!

Nerma: …So is that guy a wrestler or what?

2. Women's World #1 Contender 4-Way: Hope Mach vs. Wendy Mustang vs. Rhea Rampage vs. Ripper Jane 
-This four-way match for the Women’s World #1 Contender spot was chaotic from the outset, with each competitor coming in with something to prove. Hope Mach and Wendy Mustang formed a temporary alliance, showcasing incredible tandem offense on Ripper Jane, who Hope talked into attacking her, with a slap to the face and a demand to fight it out. Rhea Rampage waited for her chance to strike. The alliance between Hope and Wendy broke down as expected, with both eager to climb the ladder toward the title shot. Ripper Jane was nearly out of the match after a punishing double suplex from Hope and Wendy, but she surprised Hope with a bite to the forehead, taking her outside to throw hands, but each attack was met with an unhinged apology. It was Rhea Rampage who capitalized on the chaos. She bided her time and waited until Wendy attempted a LARIAT-O, only to counter it with her Rip Tide. With perfect timing, Rhea pinned Wendy for the hard-earned victory and celebrated her new #1 Contender status, promising to finally end things against Heather Mach. 
Winner: Rhea Rampage via Rip Tide on Wendy Mustang -> Pin 

Rhea Rampage: Heather Mach! Yeah, I’m talking to you! You remember our little spat, don’t you? That so-called “feud” we had over some guy? It was petty, and it was stupid, I know that now! You try to rock a ginger's world, and his creepy cousin gets all defensive! Southtown isn't THAT far south ya know? He's a loser who wasn’t worth my time. And wouldn’t you know it, he turned out to be just as much of a backstabbing bitch as you did.

The crowd reacted with shock, while cheering Rhea’s brutal honesty. She paced the ring, building momentum, each word sharper than the last.

Rhea Rampage: But this? This isn’t about Dougie anymore. He can shove a Dynamic Dildo up his ass as far as I'm concerned. I'm sick of this garbage! This isn’t about some guy or whatever drama he brought along with him. This, Heather, this is serious. This is between you and me, no one else. I’ve had enough of the games, the backstabs, and the cheap shots. This is about the two of us, right here, right now, and I’m ready to settle it once and for all.

Rhea paused, then looked dead into the camera with a fierce determination.

Rhea Rampage: You want to prove that Mach name means something? Then come prove it! Because I’m willing to put everything on the line to end this. If you beat me, Heather, if you somehow pull off the win, then I’ll do it—I’ll leave Havok. I’ll walk out of here, out of this company, out of this entire division. So what’s it gonna be, Heather? Are you ready to face me without any excuses, without any strings attached, and with everything on the line? I’m done with the past, with the petty grudges. This? This is the real deal. So you better bring everything you’ve got, because if you don’t, I’m gonna bury this feud once and for all—with or without you in my way.

3. Tag: Zyro Kurogane/Dragon Shiryu vs. Jackson Kain/Mav Valentine
-Zyro Kurogane and Dragon Shiryu, known for their newfound teamwork and synergy, brought their A-game against the superstar team of Jackson Kain and Mav Valentine. Zyro opened the match with his signature blend of speed and power, keeping Jackson on the defensive. Jackson and Mav mounted a comeback using tandem offense, and a sweet double Shadow Kick, trapping Dragon Shiryu in their corner and cutting off the ring to isolate him from Zyro. Despite taking a beating, Dragon rallied with a burst of energy, dodging Mav’s attempted clothesline to make the hot tag to Zyro, who entered like a whirlwind. Zyro took Jackson Kain down with a stunning series of kicks and sealed the deal with his Straight Jacket Hagen maneuver on Jackson, pinning him for the win. 
Winners: Zyro Kurogane[o]/Dragon Shiryu via Straight Jacket Hagen on Jackson Kain -> Pin

Tommy Dukes: Zyro K and Dragon Shiryu with the win! Wow! 

Nerma: They are quite a powerhouse team! They are extending their hands to Jackson and Mav Valentine, the free agents that have jumped to Havok! We may have a new force forming in EBW that Rufus Poochyfud may regret.
 
4. Lady Renegades Tag: Heather Mach/Paula vs. Christy Angel/Alison Chains
-This Mach/Angel infused tag match was personal, as new Women's World Champion Heather Mach and Paula clashed with the Gamer Girlz. Both teams fought with relentless intensity. Heather and Christy were the showcase, as Heather kept picking a fight with the introverted cringe master, taking turns delivering brutal offense to each other. Paula and Alison brought their own distinct styles to the mix, with Paula showing her grappling skills and Alison countering with whatever it was she was trying to accomplish at any given moment. I can't pretend to know the strategy. The turning point arrived when Paula outmaneuvered Christy with a surprise takedown, only for Christy to reverse into a pin attempt. Paula escaped and locked Christy in the Sharpshooter. With "Judas Wolf" Heather Mach keeping Alison Chains on the outside, Christy had no choice but to tap out. 
Winners: Heather Mach/Paula[o] via Sharpshooter on Christy Angel -> Submission 

Orange Man Election Headquarters

Orange Man: Thank you, thank you, everybody. What an incredible crowd we have here tonight—some of the best people in the world. I know great crowds, I know a lot about great crowds, and let me tell you, this crowd is absolutely tremendous. And it should be, because tonight we're talking about a movement, folks—a movement to Make Eagleland Wrestling Again!

The audience broke into applause, with some fans even chanting “M-E-W-A! M-E-W-A!” Orange Man nodded approvingly, soaking it in.

Orange Man: Now look, let’s be honest here—wrestling in Eagleland used to be the best. The absolute best. You all know it, I know it. Wrestling was spectacular, but then the so-called “leaders” in this country let it fall apart. They didn’t care about wrestling fans; they didn’t care about hard-working wrestlers. But now? Now we’re bringing it back, and we’re bringing it back bigger and better than ever before.

The crowd erupted again, and Orange Man held up a hand to quiet them, leaning into the microphone with a glint in his eye.

Orange Man: Here’s what we’re going to do, folks. Under my administration, we’re going to pass massive tax cuts for wrestling promotions, okay? That’s right. Tremendous tax cuts, folks. We’re going to create powerful financial incentives, so we attract the very best talent. We’re going to make it so that every promotion, every wrestler, has the chance to shine right here in Eagleland, and they’re going to thank us. You’ll see.

He paused, soaking in the cheers and nodding with a serious, almost statesman-like expression.

Orange Man: And to help me do that, I picked a guy who’s strong, who’s smart, and who’s got the biggest, most powerful pecs you’ve ever seen. The man’s got incredible pecs, folks. Ladies and gentlemen, my friend, my ally, and your Vice President of Eagleland... Mike Thunder!

The crowd roared as Mike Thunder walked onto the stage. He stood next to Orange Man, who clapped him on the shoulder.

Orange Man: Now, Mike here, he’s got something to say. And believe me, folks, you’re going to want to hear it. Mike, show ‘em what we’ve got.

Mike Thunder: Eagleland! I’ve got Eagleland in every ounce of me! Every muscle, every heartbeat—it’s all for you! These are the Strong Tits of Eagleland, and they’re here to make wrestling strong again!

The crowd chanted “Strong Tits! Strong Tits!” as Orange Man raised a hand.

Orange Man: That’s right, folks. Together, we’re not just going to make wrestling great again. We’re going to make it the best it's ever been. Eagleland, wrestling is coming back stronger than ever! And it’s all thanks to you—the people.

Backstage

The camera cut backstage where Cade Yaggis was pacing, his face contorted with frustration and determination. He stopped, glaring straight into the lens as if Boomtown and Sal Paradise were standing right in front of him.

Cade Yaggis: Boomtown... Sal... I want some answers. Sal, you used to stand for something real, something raw, a man who clawed his way back from the depths to reclaim the dignity you lost. So tell me—what was the price? What did it cost to throw all that away? Was it worth it to hold Boomtown’s belt over your own values?

Cade clenched his fists, taking a deep breath to steady himself, his voice low but brimming with intensity.

Cade Yaggis: I’d been chasing that World Championship, and I made 2024 the year of Cade Yaggis. From winning Rumble City to dethroning Ness at the Saturn Dome, all the way until now. This was my year, so you'll forgive me for being a little EDGY and UPSET about getting screwed. But Hunter’s Moon is coming, and I want my shot, Boomtown. I don’t care what you put in front of me; I don’t care what it takes. I want that title around my waist again, and this time, I’m going to make sure there’s nothing left standing in my way. You hear me, Boomtown? You and Sal better be ready, because I’m not stopping until I get my match... and until I get that championship.

Yaggis gave one final, defiant glare before storming off, leaving no doubt he’s prepared to tear down anything in his path to the title.




 5. 6-Man Tag: Cade Yaggis/Ness/Magus vs. Boomtown/Hotlanta/Generator
-Main event time, and the six-man tag bout was a high-octane showdown featuring a clash of styles. Cade, Ness, and Magus came in with a strategic game plan, using their technical skills to control the tempo, with Cade wanting to get another piece of Boomtown, after what he and Sal Paradise did to cost him the World Championship at Demon Boogie. World and Television Champion Boomtown, however, was a force to be reckoned with, using his momentum, overwhelming confidence, and raw power to plow through their coordinated attacks. World Tag Team Champions Hotlanta and Generator worked seamlessly, keeping Cade isolated and preventing him from tagging in his partners. When Magus finally tagged in, he exploded with energy, targeting Generator with a flurry of strikes. Cade tagged back in later, but just in time for Sal Paradise to rush down to the ring and blindside Cade once again, leading to him stumbling into another Here Comes the Boom! from Boomtown for the 1-2-3. 
Winners: Boomtown[o]/Hotlanta/Generator via Here Comes the Boom! on Cade Yaggis -> Pin

Tommy Dukes: Unreal! Sal Paradise AGAIN costs Cade Yaggis in a fight against Boomtown! The new "pinnacle" of wrestling as he likes to call himself. 

Nerma: He brings the BOOM with that finish though, and continues to amaze with his rise to the top. The youth movement in EBW always produces super rookies, the cream of the crop. They tend to either burn out, fade away, or cement themselves the way Cade Yaggis has. It's a mystery so far as to what lies in store for Boomtown, but I imagine it's going to be a wild ride nonetheless. He's the World AND Television Champion, standing with the World Tag Team Champions. Renegades, Poochyfud's Metal Rush is on a roll, no doubt about it. We'll see you on The Storm, because YES, we DO have it now! HAHAHA! BYE!

Backstage

As Rufus Poochyfud was leaving, he found himself face to face with a sight he wasn't ready for. The returning Red Shirts Saxon and Novus, and the EBW President Swift. 

Rufus Poochyfud: Well, you brought the "big guns" for this one eh? To what do I owe the honor? Is this something you and "The Rumble" took part in? I'm not him.

Swift: No, he was a son of a bitch, BUT he had the nuts to face me eye to eye when the need called for it, and the need *bleep*ing calls for it! You want to play games and snag up Kain and Valentine when you KNOW I was working on a contract extension. 

Rufus Poochyfud: Hey, I wanted them for Metal Rush. They said no and now they're standing opposed to me. Can't see why. I have such a nice smile. Doesn't matter. They push merch, we get a cut of the movie profits when they take off, and they're good for ratings. I look forward to crushing them. 

Swift: Well, the powers that be have decided that this war for Brand Supremacy might need a shake up. They saw that and it gave them an idea. You better be ready, because a draft is on the horizon. 

Rufus Poochyfud: ….

Swift: Yeah, that's the look I was hoping for. Hehehe.

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Mrs. Xtra: Hello everyone! It's me, Mrs. Xtra! I don't even know what brand I'm on anymore, but I do know one thing. Hunter's Moon is coming, and it's coming to Smalltown! The first ever big event taking place right in the Mach backyard, and it's going to have a heavy Mach influence, but in the form of the twin backstabbers Dougie Mach and Women's World Champion Heather Mach! Can we also confirm the challenge Trevor Mach received from Boz? Apparently so! We have received word that Trevor Mach has participated in a tournament of some sorts. Rumors are swirling, but he's definitely busy with something, but word got to him of the challenge, and while he has his own agendas regarding the fight with Poochyfud and his Metal Rush, he's happy to accept the fight. With that, we actually have a FULL CARD for Hunter's Moon! Let's check it out!

EBW: Hunter's Moon 2024
Smalltown Square, Smalltown
ENN+/ENT+

1. Havok - Women's World Tag Team Championships: Jenny James(c)/Jessy James(c) vs. Hope Mach/Ripper Jane
2. Havok - Singles: Trevor Mach vs. Boz 
3. Xcite - EBW Women's #1 Contender Battle Royale: Usagi Tsukino vs. Erica vs. Cherry Akintola vs. Makoto Kino vs. Gianna Rambaldi vs. Christina Angel vs. Rei Hino vs. Tracy 
4. Xcite - EBW Championship: Bashin Dan(c) vs. TBA
5. Havok - 6-Man Tag: Ness/Magus/? vs. Dougie Mach/Poo/Crono 
6. Havok - Women's World Championship: Heather Mach(c) vs. Rhea Rampage 
7. Xcite - Custody Ladder Match: Tack Angel vs. Geoff Garrett 
8. Havok - World Championship First Blood: Boomtown(c) vs. Cade Yaggis 

Mrs. Xtra: That's right, you're not seeing things. Apparently things have escalated behind the scenes with Double G and Tack Angel, so much so that they're now fighting for the custody of children, who are already too old for it to matter? I guess it's the right to be the true #1 Dad? The Star Prince wants to remove Geoff Garrett from every facet of his life, so I guess that's what it has come to. We also know that Boomtown HAS accepted the rematch with Cade Yaggis, after Yaggis beat Grind on The Storm, but he has set the conditions. It's going to be a First Blood match. You can also see that for the Metal Rush vs. Metal Rush 6-Man tag, that Ness and Magus have an unknown partner. If it were Subculture or Picky that wouldn't be a mystery, so who do they have? I'm just upset my husband isn't on the card. I'm married to Mav Valentine you know? He and Jackson Kain might not have beaten Kurogane or Shiryu but, they-

Dr. Pin A. Colada: Have you seen them?! 

Mrs. Xtra: Huh? Who?

Dr. Pin A. Colada: The girls! The ones that were there when I vanquished the evil Kidney Stone villain that I hate! I hate them! I just hate them so much! 

Mrs. Xtra: What are you talking about? 

Dr. Pin A. Colada: Look, I come from a world where I might have accidentally created the biggest affront to God in human history. The Kidney Stone Army. They were monsters that tried to do horrible things like live amongst us, but no WAY was I going to let that happen! I formed a group of Sodarangers to help me combat the evil evil EVIL VILE EVIL forces, but now that they've invaded THIS WORLD, I'm going to need a NEW TEAM! 

Mrs. Xtra: Why don't you just use the old team?

Dr. Pin A. Colada: Well see that's the thing, they're all dead. 

Mrs. Xtra: What?! I'm so sorry! What happened? 

Dr. Pin A. Colada: Well my team of Soda Jerks started to believe that we could possibly co-exist, after one of them started fornicating with one of the Kidney Stone monsters. THEY'RE A MISTAKE! I let it happen so I could examine the results for science, but then it was time to put them down. 

Mrs. Xtra: You beat them in battle? 

Dr. Pin A. Colada. No, I locked them in the garage and let the exhaust from my buick do the rest. 

Mrs. Xtra: WHAT THE *bleep*!?

Dr. Pin A. Colada: THEY WERE INFECTED!

Special Press Conference

At a press conference, the lights dimmed, an ethereal atmosphere settled over the audience, filled with the anticipation of an announcement that was bound to change the course of Tack Angel's life. The theme of "Star Prince" echoed through the space, and Tack emerged, his cosmic-themed ring gear adorned with silver and blue that shimmered under the lights like stardust. The audience erupted into jeers and boos as he confidently strode out, hand-in-hand with Queen Beryl, whose gown, encrusted with dark crystals, flowed around her like a shadow.

Tack grinned and raised a microphone, the excitement palpable in his voice as he called out.

Tack Angel: Alright, everyone! Hunter’s Moon is right around the corner, and I know you’re all waiting to see what THE STAR PRINCE has planned next. Well, I've got some news. After I defeat Geoff Garrett, Queen Beryl and I are going to be married!

A mix of anger and confusion rose from the crowd. Some fans gasped while others booed, loyal to Tack’s former love and his tumultuous romantic history. Beryl took the mic from Tack with an ice-cold smile, her gaze sweeping the crowd with an intimidating intensity.

Queen Beryl: The Star Prince and I are not merely joining in matrimony; we are sealing a bond forged by the universe itself. Together, we will ascend beyond the limits of this world, and nothing—not man, not fate, not even the stars—can stop us.

Tack nodded with pride, looking back at Beryl with a near-mesmerized expression before addressing the crowd again. 

Tack Angel: But there’s one last piece we need to secure, and that’s...my family. So, Tracy—yes, my ex-wife Tracy—I need you to agree to the terms of this match at Hunter's Moon. The winner will take full custody of the children.

The crowd gasped again, the energy shifting as they began murmuring. Just then, a familiar, somber tune played, and Tracy emerged at the top of the ramp, dressed in a modest red cloak and bonnet, her posture that of a woman beaten down by the weight of the world. It was clear she was making a statement with her outfit, resembling a character out of The Handmaid’s Tale. She held her hands together in a tight clasp, her eyes casting upward as if pleading for some heavenly guidance, her face a mixture of martyrdom and despair. She approached the mic, her voice quivering, though her gaze held a steely glint.

Tracy: These are testing times...deeply testing times. God is surely testing me. Now that Orange Man is back in power, the moral decay of this country has worsened tenfold, and I, Tracy Angel-Garrett, am a true victim of these challenging circumstances. I deserve your thoughts, your prayers...and especially, your financial support. All I ever wanted was to protect my family, but instead, I’ve been left to suffer. Tack, you and I have a past, and if this is what you really want, so be it. If you want to put our children on the line for this...this debacle, I will agree, but only under protest, because my pain is not just my own. I bear the weight of all women in Eagleland, scorned and betrayed by the ones they loved.

Beryl smirked, barely hiding her amusement, while Tack scratched his head, seemingly unsure of how to respond to the emotional spectacle unfolding in front of him. 

Tack Angel: ...Than-thank you for that?

Tracy: And, I want everyone watching to know that I didn’t come to this decision lightly. This betrayal I’ve faced—this ultimate backstabbing—cuts deeper than anyone can imagine. And yes, I’m talking about Christina—my own daughter! How could she betray me like this? She stabbed me right in the back for no reason! So, Tack, do whatever you will. Take them all if that’s what you want. I will endure this trial, as I have every other. My suffering has reached new heights, and all I ask is that you remember me in your prayers… and send whatever donations your heart calls you to give.

The crowd was a mix of stunned silence and murmurs, as even Tack seemed at a loss, unsure of what he’d just witnessed. As Tracy raised her arms dramatically, her head tilted back in apparent prayer, Tack leaned over and quietly murmured to Beryl.

Tack Angel: Do you think she rehearses this at home?

Beryl snorted, then covered her mouth, failing to hide her laughter as she composed herself. 

Queen Beryl: Let her wallow in her martyrdom. We have greater things to plan.

Backstage, however, the effect was more somber. A young woman stood alone, watching the announcement unfold on a small, flickering TV screen. Makoto Kino clenched her fists as the news of Tack’s engagement to Queen Beryl hit her. Her face shifted from shock to heartbreak, her eyes misting as she watched the man she still cared for step further into a life that seemed to pull him away from everything they’d once shared. As the screen cut back to Tack and Beryl celebrating, Makoto let out a shaky breath, her heart sinking. 

Makoto Kino: So, this is what you’ve become, Tack. Leaving everyone who loved you behind…for a crown you already had.

-

In a packed underground arena pulsing with energy, Trevor Mach stared up at the towering steel cage that would enclose him in a grueling, one-night tournament, with the VBW Championship in tow. The stakes were high—his title was on the line, and his body was already battered from past battles. But in true Mach fashion, the grizzled veteran showed no hesitation as he prepared to enter the cage, taking a deep breath and tightening his fists.

Match One: Trevor Mach vs. Bruiser Blake

Bruiser Blake, a hulking bruiser with a shaved head and a permanent scowl, stomped into the cage like a wild animal. Known for his raw power and relentless brawling, Blake came out swinging. He pummeled Mach with heavy fists, driving him into the cage wall, each blow echoing through the arena. But Trevor, always calculating, ducked a wild punch and landed a series of quick knee strikes, wearing Blake down. The crowd roared as Trevor mounted the cage wall and leaped off, driving his elbow into Blake’s head. Finally, with a swift rear-naked choke, he forced the brute to tap out. Victory one—Trevor stood victorious, but the night was far from over.

Match Two: Trevor Mach vs. "Electric" Eddie Sparks

Next, he faced “Electric” Eddie Sparks, a high-flying wrestler with bright neon gear and a lightning bolt tattoo on his chest. Sparks relied on agility and acrobatics, keeping Trevor on his toes as he flipped off the cage walls and launched himself from every angle. The match was a dazzling display of aerial maneuvers, and Trevor was forced to dig deep, countering with grounded grapples and well-timed kicks. When Sparks attempted a flying crossbody from the top of the cage, Trevor caught him in mid-air and countered with a devastating spinebuster, then finished him off with a brutal knee to the jaw. The crowd cheered as Trevor raised his arms, but the exhaustion was setting in.

Match Three: Trevor Mach vs. Goliath Grant

His third opponent, Goliath Grant, was a towering, mountain of a man with a chiseled physique and a reputation for tossing opponents like ragdolls. Grant wasted no time, cornering Trevor and launching him into the steel cage with bone-crunching force. Trevor winced in pain as his back slammed into the metal, but he refused to go down. Ducking another blow, he targeted Grant’s legs, hacking away with brutal low kicks. As the giant stumbled, Trevor hit him with a powerful elbow strike, then took him down to the mat with a double-leg takedown. Seizing the opportunity, Trevor wrapped him in a guillotine choke, squeezing until Grant had no choice but to tap. Three matches down, but Mach was running on fumes.

Final Match: Trevor Mach vs. Serge

The main event finally arrived, and Trevor’s last opponent was Serge, a fresh-faced young fighter with a dangerous reputation. Serge bore a striking look—a slim, athletic build with wild blue hair, sharp features, and a headband that trailed down his back. His attire was reminiscent of a mythical hero, with bracers on his arms and a confident glint in his eye. The crowd’s anticipation buzzed as Serge entered the cage, his eyes locked on Trevor with a cool confidence that hinted at his prowess.

As the bell rang, Serge exploded into action, darting across the ring with an astonishing speed. He landed a spinning kick to Trevor’s midsection, followed by a series of strikes that left Mach struggling to keep up. Serge seemed untouchable, dodging and countering with a fluidity that belied his youth. Each punch and kick he landed had precision, wearing Trevor down bit by bit. Blood dripped from a cut above Trevor’s eye, and it was clear that Serge had the upper hand.

But Trevor, with his veteran resilience, fought back. He waited for Serge to make a mistake, and as Serge went for a high kick, Trevor caught his leg and twisted him down to the mat. Swiftly transitioning, Trevor wrapped his legs around Serge’s neck in a triangle choke. Serge clawed and struggled, but Trevor’s grip was unyielding. The crowd watched with bated breath as Serge’s movements slowed, his face reddening. Finally, after a valiant effort to break free, Serge slumped, passing out from the choke.

After the match, Trevor extended his hand to the young Serge, and helped him to his feet. 

Serge: Not bad, old man. Thanks for the hand. 

Trevor Mach: Old man? By my estimation, you should be over a thousand years old, unless you found a way around that. 

Serge: Huh? How did you-

Trevor Mach: You're not from here. Happens more than you think. I'm actually here for you. I need your help.