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Machismo · 2/13/2025 4:35 am

Ted Pettentool: The Toolbox is here once again, with another EBW, but I'm not alone, as we have Ninten AND Ana here today! Lots of married couples work for EBW. I think that's good for families. Cause EBW is really all about family.

Ninten: It's about wrestling.

Ana: Sometimes….sometimes it is.

Ted Pettentool: I'm still not even sure what brings you two here. To what do I owe the honor?

Ninten: Well we're here in the fall out of the situation with Ness and Paula, because we had a sort of "double date" interview, to talk with them about what happened.

Ana: And where their heads are at now going forward.

Ted Pettentool: Oh! Cool! You…you have that footage then?

Ninten: Yeah.

Ted Pettentool: We should totally watch that then, huh?

Ana: Yeah, I'd say so.

Ted Pettentool: Cool! Let's do that!

Coffee Shop

The scene opened inside a cozy, warmly lit coffee shop. A soft hum of conversation and the occasional clink of ceramic cups filled the air. Light rain pattered against the windows, adding to the intimate atmosphere. Sitting at a round wooden table were two legendary couples—Ninten and Ana, the original heroes of Eagleland, and Ness and Paula, the champions of the next generation.

Ninten leaned forward, stirring his coffee absentmindedly, his signature red cap resting on the table beside him. Ana sat beside him, her hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea, her eyes filled with curiosity and kindness. Across from them, Ness shifted slightly in his seat, adjusting the brim of his cap. Paula sat next to him, a gentle but knowing smile on her face, her hands resting in her lap. The camera rolled, and Ninten broke the ice.

Ninten: Alright, so first off, thanks for agreeing to meet us. It’s not every day two generations of world-savers sit down for coffee.

Ness: *clears throat* Yeah... uh, thanks for having us. I don’t really do... a lot of talking. Never have. Always kind of thought that was the point, y’know?

Ninten: How do you mean?

Ness: Well... when I was a kid, I realized something. People didn’t just see me when they watched what I did. They saw themselves. I didn’t have to say much, because in a way, I wasn’t just fighting for me—I was fighting for everyone. I wanted anyone and everyone to be able to imagine stepping into my shoes, swinging that bat, defying impossible odds. I guess I figured if I said too much, it might take that away from them."

Ana: That’s a heavy burden for a child to carry.

Ness: Yeah. But it worked, eh Ninten? It got us here. *clears throat*

Paula: We all carried something heavy. For me, it was... something dark. Something I don’t like talking about.

She hesitated, her fingers gripping the warm ceramic of her coffee cup. The rain outside intensified slightly, as if the very atmosphere responded to the shift in mood. Ana tilted her head, concern flashing in her eyes.

Ana: You mean Giygas?

Paula: No, we're not going to talk about that. We're done talking about Giygas. There was something else. A shadow that loomed over me, whispering things I’d rather forget. Something that—it doesn’t matter. In the end, we beat it. Or at least, we should have. Some things linger, though... things that maybe shouldn’t. If you understand what I'm saying?

Ana: I absolutely do.

Ana’s expression darkened, and she closed her eyes. A soft psychic hum filled the air, barely perceptible, like a faint melody in the back of one’s mind. When she opened them again, they glowed softly, the blue of her irises shifting to an almost ethereal hue.

Ana: Then let’s make sure they don’t.

A subtle pulse of energy rippled through the room, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, but powerful nonetheless. Those watching the interview suddenly felt a strange sensation—like trying to recall a dream that slipped through their fingers the moment they woke. The Dream Devourer—whatever it had been, whatever lingering darkness it held—was gone. Forgotten. Erased from memory, as if it had never existed. Paula exhaled, her shoulders relaxing for the first time in what seemed like ages. She looked at Ana, her eyes filled with gratitude. They shifted the interview immediately.

Paula: So yeah, I was going through a dark time, and I was led astray, but my head is free and clear now. Ness and I are both here because we love wrestling and we love EBW. We want to be heroes for the people again, and we're willing to do the work to earn that.

The rain outside began to lighten. Ness looked at Paula, a quiet question in his eyes. She gave him a small nod, reassuring him. Ninten leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin.

Ninten: Well, that was... something. But hey, at least now we can focus on the good stuff. Like, what do you guys think is the best kind of coffee? I personally prefer *turns to the camera* Cafe Noir Brand Coffee, and NOT just because of the loveable mascot Java Coffington!

Ana: You are such a dork, Ninten.

Ninten shrugged with a grin, and Ana playfully nudged him. The four continued their conversation, the weight of the past no longer hanging over them. Outside, the sun began to peek through the clouds—just a little. Just enough to let them know that the storm had passed.

-

Ted Pettentool: Huh…that's weird. I almost immediately forgot most of what that interview was about.

Ana: That's alright. No big deal!

Ted Pettentool: I WAS paying attention…but I guess-

Ana: It's really fine.

Ted Pettentool: …It's really fine. Right. By the way, that place looked comfy! Where was it?

Ninten: A certain little place in Hanta City that birthed the wonderful Cafe Noir Coffee that is so popular right now. The owner is a goth conspiracy theorist, but her boyfriend seemed nice.

Ted Pettentool: Oh. Neat. Well that was certainly….a happening. Moving on though, we have a couple MORE debuts to happen. Boss M's nabbed another one, BUT we're being told that Havok grabbed one themselves. I think Little Mac has just been letting the Xciters load up on new additions while biding his time on what he wanted. Boss M's has signed another woman to her roster, and it was a more personal choice. See, with the men she was taking Trevor's word for it….without realizing that's what she was doing of course. However, she's been scouting new talent, and she's bringing in a high-energy, cyberpunk-infused warrior who blends mythology with a neon-lit, futurism. Lucca's words, not mine. This is Astrid Rún-um…..Astrid Rúnsdóttir? Did I get that right? She's the "Neon Valkyrie" and she's coming to Xcite!

Astrid Rúnsdóttir: Do you hear that? That sound in the distance? That pulse beneath your feet? It is the march of destiny, the rumble of warriors, the heartbeat of battle. I stand before you not as a mere wrestler, not as just another fighter in this world of brawlers and braggarts—I am the Valkyrie of Neon Nights, the stormbringer, the shieldmaiden of steel and light!

She slowly raised her arms, letting the glow of her gear intensify under the black lights.

Astrid Rúnsdóttir: Many have stood in this ring before me, proclaiming themselves legends before they have earned the right. But in battle, words crumble like weak armor. You do not claim glory—you seize it, you fight for it, you bleed for it! And those who fall at my feet? They do not disappear; no, they are remembered! They are carried to Neon Valhalla, where their names echo in the glow of eternity! Some say I burn too bright, that my flame will fade. But let me remind you—the stars above us have burned for billions of years, and I am just getting started. My enemies? They can run. They can hide. They can call themselves kings, queens, or demons. It does not matter. Because when that bell rings, when the storm descends, and the battle begins… all fates are written in neon and steel! Welcome to NEON VALHALLA!

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Ted Pettentool: Boy, she's exciting eh? I can't wait to see her debut. Who is going to debut for Havok? Well apparently, you'll have to wait and find out. Can't give it all away at once, am I right? We can however, give you the card for the next Xcite, when the Xciters head to Summers! That's right, Trevor and Tali Mach are heading to Harley Rexx's city! Trevor has been BANNED from Summers. I bet that's going to be fun, because we're gonna a MEGA DEBUT!

EBW: Xcite
Rexx Arena, Summers
ENN

1. CXJ Division 4-Way: Rey Dorado vs. Yami Yugi vs. Jaden Yuki vs. ?
2. Women's Singles: Tracy vs. Gianna Rambaldi
3. 6-Man Tag: Colby Roads/Troy/Snakebite vs. Geoff Garrett/Magnum PT/Point Man
4. Non-Title Women's Singles: Makoto Kino vs. Hilda Iceheart
5. A MEGA DEBUT: Tack Angel/Trevor Mach vs. CP Munk/Mamoru Chiba

Summers. The city where the sun never stopped shining, even in February. The ocean breeze carried the scent of salt and boardwalk funnel cakes, the distant laughter of children playing in the sand mixing with the occasional bark of a carny drawing in suckers for rigged games. It was paradise to some, but to Trevor Mach, it had always been enemy territory.

Until now.

Now, as he stepped out of his new black ‘72 Barracuda, replete with Eagleland flag on the hood, the freshly waxed exterior gleaming under the streetlights, he took a deep breath and grinned. It wasn’t just the freedom of finally being allowed back in the city—it was the woman sitting next to him in the passenger seat.

Tali Mach. His wife. His warrior. His boss now, technically.

And the one person in this world who could make him feel like an invincible badass one moment and a lovestruck idiot the next.

She sat in her wheelchair, arms crossed, giving him the usual smirk—half amusement, half challenge. The cool ocean breeze ruffled her dark hair, and Trevor could see the flicker of nostalgia in her eyes as she took in the familiar sights of her old stomping grounds.

Tali Mach: Y'know, I still can’t believe this is happening. After all these years, you finally get to walk Summers’ streets again without my Dad sending the cops after you. It's like seeing a dog get let out of the crate after chewing through all the furniture.

Trevor Mach: A very handsome and well-trained dog. And let’s be real—I’m only here because I found a loophole. Since you run the Xcite Brand, and I work for you now, it means I’m officially here on business. I’m not breaking any rules—I’m just enforcing a technicality.

Tali Mach: Oh yeah? What kinda business are we handling? Clown-punching? Cotton candy smuggling?

Trevor chuckled, kneeling down to her level, his fingers resting on the arm of her wheelchair.

Trevor Mach: No, babe. Just good, old-fashioned, ‘rub-it-in-your-dad’s-face’ kinda business.

Tali threw her head back and laughed, a full-bodied, unapologetic sound.

Tali Mach: Well, I can’t argue with that logic.

They didn’t waste time. The Summers Boardwalk was alive, the nighttime carnival in full swing. Neon lights flashed from every direction, rides twisted and turned above them, and the scent of caramel corn and grilled meat filled the air.

Tali rolled ahead with confidence, barely hesitating as she maneuvered through the crowd. She preferred the classic chair, to the one that Lucca made her. Too easy apparently. Trevor knew she hated being treated like she was fragile, so he didn’t try to push her chair—unless she let him. And, tonight, she wasn’t letting him.

Tali Mach: So, what’s first?

Trevor Mach: I dunno. I think I’m legally required to beat up one of these clowns. Gimmick infringement.

Clown: Buddy, the only thing you’ll be beating is—

Trevor cracked his knuckles. The clown immediately backed up, hands raised.

Clown:—Uh, beating the game! Step right up, sir! Five rings for two dollars!"

Trevor Mach: That’s what I thought. Giving clowns a bad name, and that comes from a former clown.

Tali Mach: Big man, scaring clowns. What’s next? Gonna kick a mime?

Trevor Mach: Don’t tempt me. Who would he tell?

After blowing an embarrassing amount of money on rigged carnival games—Tali had almost won a stuffed dragon before the carny mysteriously declared her last throw “out of bounds”—they sat by the pier, watching the moonlight shimmer over the water. The warm air wrapped around them like an old blanket, the sounds of the carnival behind them fading into white noise.

Trevor took a sip of his soda, glancing over at her. She looked beautiful—she always did—but there was something about Summers that made her look even more alive. He could see the warmth in her face, the old fire in her eyes, the way her hands rested comfortably on her lap, unguarded.

Tali caught him staring.

Tali Mach: What? Got something to say, lover boy?
Trevor hesitated for just a second. He wasn’t great at saying things—at least, not the things that mattered. He’d always been better at showing them. But she deserved the words, too.

Trevor Mach: You ever just…look at someone and feel like your heart is too full? Like, no matter how many ways you try to say it, it won’t ever be enough?

Tali Mach: You drunk, Mach?

Trevor Mach: Nah. Just stupid in love with my wife.

For once, Tali didn’t have a comeback.

She blinked, then let out a short, breathy laugh, rubbing the back of her neck.

Tali Mach: Damn it, Mach. How do you do that? You go from threatening to punch a clown to making my stomach do that stupid butterfly thing in, like, five minutes.

Trevor grinned, reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Trevor Mach: ADHD, and because I’m just that good, babe. But mostly the ADHD.

Tali Mach: You’re a menace. But you’re my menace.

Trevor leaned in, brushing his lips against her forehead.

Trevor Mach: That's right.

For a moment, they just sat there, the warmth of Summers wrapping around them. No war, no betrayals, no grudges. Just them.

Then—

?: MACH! YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Trevor turned his head just in time to see Harley Rexx, Mayor of Summers, red-faced and screaming from the boardwalk.

Tali Mach: Looks like the old man found us.

Trevor exhaled, cracking his knuckles.

Trevor Mach: Guess I should go punch him in the face.

Tali Mach: No—no, babe, we talked about this. You can’t just punch the mayor.

Trevor Mach: But—

Tali Mach: Nope. Boss's orders.

Trevor sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Trevor Mach: Fine. But only because I’d rather spend my night with you than in Summers Jail.

Tali Mach: Now you’re learning.

With one last look at the furious mayor, they turned and walked away—Tali rolling confidently, Trevor strolling beside her, hand on the back of her chair.

Summers didn’t seem so bad after all.

Machismo · 2/19/2025 5:44 am

The Rexx Arena parking lot was buzzing with energy as a sleek, battle-worn black truck rolled up. The doors swung open, and out stepped three warriors—Bashin Dan, clad in his signature red-and-gold jacket, his fists clenched tight; Rama Raju, his long coat flowing as he adjusted the bandages on his hands; and Komaram Bheem, his broad chest rising and falling as he surveyed the arena like a battlefield.

The three men walked toward the entrance with purpose, but they didn’t even make it to the doors before trouble found them.

Colby Roads: WELL, WELL, WELL! Look what the cat dragged in!

Colby Roads’ voice cut through the night air like a knife. He was standing at the top of the ramp leading into the arena. Beside him, LG Rod leaned against the wall with a smug look, Randy no Kachi snickered to himself, and CP Munk stood there, munching obnoxiously on a bag of peanuts.

Colby Roads: Oh, Bashin Dan! What in the world are you doing here, buddy? You get lost? Forgot where catering was? Nah, you wouldn't be showing up for catering—you lost your appetite when you lost that belt, huh?

Dan’s grip tightened on his jacket, his teeth grinding together.

Colby Roads: Yeah, that’s right. That title? That shiny little prize you used to love? It’s around MY waist now! You remember how that happened, don’t you? Oh wait, maybe you don’t! Maybe I hit you just a little too hard!

LG Rod: You did put him down pretty bad, Colby.

Randy no Kachi: Like a dog that needed to be put out of its misery, hahahaha!

CP Munk: Yeah, Dan! Face it! You're not the hero of this story anymore! You got written out! Go home, kid. Your time is up.

Colby stepped closer, a sly grin forming as he locked eyes with Bashin Dan.

Colby Roads: That’s the thing about stories, man. Sometimes, the hero? He ain't all that special. He ain't some legend. He’s just a guy who thought he was bigger than the world…until the world reminded him otherwise. So what are you doing here, Dan? You got no reason to be in that arena tonight. You ain’t got a match. You ain’t got a title. You ain’t got a future.

Dan clenched his fists—he was ready to throw down right then and there.

But before he could take a step forward, a strong, firm hand pressed against his chest.

Rama Raju: Not here, Dan.

Dan blinked and looked at Raju, whose piercing eyes remained locked on Colby and his crew. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable fire beneath the surface.

Rama Raju: Revenge is best served where it matters…inside the ring. Let him gloat. Let him talk. It will make his fall all the sweeter.

Komaram Bheem: A hunter does not waste his arrows on barking dogs.

Colby scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Colby Roads: Oh, listen to these two—acting like they got some kind of wisdom to share. Hate to break it to you, Dan, but this ain't a fairytale. There ain't gonna be a big, triumphant comeback. You’re looking at the man who ended your run. And you know what? I’m feeling generous. I’ll let you walk away tonight. So go on, walk away like a good little ex-champion.

Dan inhaled sharply, but this time, he let the tension melt away. He locked eyes with Colby and simply smirked.

Bashin Dan: Hope you enjoy writing your story, Colby. Because real legends…they aren’t written. They’re made.

Colby’s smirk twitched for a moment, as if Dan’s words had struck a nerve. But before he could fire back, Dan turned on his heel, walking past him with Rama Raju and Komaram Bheem flanking him. The three men stepped into the arena, the crowd inside already rumbling in anticipation.

Colby scowled, watching them go.

Larry Grim: Welcome to Rexx Arena, where it's luckily always warm! The sun is shining, the-

Apple Kid: Sensations look senSATIONal in their swimsuits, and-

Minky Momo: Kon'ya wa neon'vu~arukirī no himitsu no debyū o miru koto ni narimasu!

Apple Kid: …Yeah!

Larry Grim: Gotta love the uh…enthusiastic commentary by Boss M's…."gopher?" Minky Momo! We have such an incredible night ahead of us. Rumble City is fast approaching, and that means the return of the Men's and Women's Rumble City bouts, and so much more! This Victory Explosion season feels special. Change is in the air, but what is good about the now, is digging in, evolving, and changing the game once again. I mean tonight…the MEGA DUDES will be in action!

Apple Kid: They are ALREADY the top merch sellers. Shades, shirts, fanny packs, and bandanas. Eagleland is back, and so is patriotism, so jump on that Mega Dudes bandwagon, and drape yourself in the colors of the best country on Earth!

Minky Momo: Īgururando ga daisukidesu!

Larry Grim: Right you are Minky Momo! We're also going to see the EBW Women's Champion in non-title action, as well as the EBW Champion, as The Dark Story joins forces to take on the Weekend Wrecking Crew. Also, Tracy was humiliated by her loss to Erica, but she has a chance to bounce back against the Euroland Princess Gianna Rambaldi. Should be an incredible match, but we're starting the night off with a CXJ Division 4-Way! Boss M's wants the division to matter, and wants the combatants to step up. Well what better way, than with a mystery opponent! Who is the fourth man in the match? We're about to find out.

The fourth man hit the scene with pyro and fancy tricks, as it was none other than the returning Switchback, rolling down to the ring in his Heelys.

Apple Kid: Switchback! Grind's former tag partner and rival! It's true! It was him! He's back!

Minky Momo: EBW wa resurā o nando mo risaikuru suru no ga totemo jōzudesu!

Apple Kid: You're right! This IS going to be awesome! I think that's what she said.

EBW: Xcite
Rexx Arena, Summers
ENN

1. CXJ Division 4-Way: Rey Dorado vs. Yami Yugi vs. Jaden Yuki vs. Switchback
-The crowd inside Rexx Arena buzzed with excitement as the four combatants stood in the ring, all looking to make a statement in the ultra-competitive CXJ Division. The high-flying Rey Dorado, the mysterious and tactical Yami Yugi, the wild card Jaden Yuki, and an unpredictable daredevil, the returning Switchback wasted no time in setting the tone for the night.

Yugi and Jaden immediately threw hands, continuing their respectfully competitive attitude towards each other, while Rey Dorado flipped over both men and caught Switchback with a springboard hurricanrana! The masked luchador followed up with a cartwheel moonsault, but Switchback got the knees up!

Yugi took control by dodging Jaden’s Shining Wizard and catching him with a Brainbuster. He then turned into a stunning Rolling Thunder Cutter from Switchback! The crowd roared as Switchback rolled through, dodged Rey Dorado’s Superkick, and sent him flying with a Belly-to-Back Suplex!

Jaden hit an impressive 540 Kick to the chest on Yugi, sending him tumbling to the outside. Dorado tried for a 450 Splash but Switchback moved and immediately hit a Rolling Senton with his Heelys in use, smashing Jaden into the canvas!

1-2-3! Switchback pulled off the surprise win in a fast-paced opener!
Winner: Switchback via Rolling Senton -> Pin

Larry Grim: Switchback with the win! He really took it to the other CXJ wrestlers. This was actually the CXJ debut for Jaden and Yugi too, and they fit like a glove!

Apple Kid: But not OJ's glove. It didn't fit.

Larry Grim: Careful with that reference, it's an antique. Next up, we have Tracy and Gianna, but-

The screen flickered to life with an ominous golden glow. A pulpit stood in the middle of the ring, draped in white cloth with a gaudy golden cross embroidered in the center. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and a choir hums in the background as the self-proclaimed "Guiding Light of EBW" stood before the congregation—no, the audience. Dressed in a pristine white and gold robe, a microphone clutched in one hand and a Bible held aloft in the other, the ever-pious Tracy exhaled dramatically, tilting her head toward the heavens. With a sorrowful sigh, she began to preach.

Tracy: Brothers and sisters… let us bow our heads and weep, for a tragedy took place.

A wave of boos rolled through the arena, but Tracy simply closed her eyes, as if absorbing the suffering into herself like a true martyr.

Tracy: I was thrown to the lions! My faith—my purity—was put to the ultimate test as I was made to suffer, beaten and battered in a most barbaric display of violence! Oh, how I was struck down! Oh, how I was persecuted for my righteousness!

She pressed a hand to her chest as if the very memory pained her, shaking her head in exaggerated grief.

Tracy: But did I cry out? Did I surrender? Did I, like so many false believers, fall to my knees and beg for mercy?!

She slammed her Bible down on the pulpit, eyes burning with intensity.

Tracy: NO! Because I AM A MARTYR! Because I AM A TESTAMENT TO FAITH!

She pointed an accusing finger toward the camera, her voice dripping with self-righteous fury.

Tracy: And yet… I see no sympathy. No empathy. No hands reaching out to lift me from this cruel world of sin and savagery. Instead, I see mockery! I hear laughter! Oh, how quickly the wicked turn their backs on those who walk the path of light!

She clutched at her chest as if feeling the weight of the world's sins upon her shoulders, then slowly lifted her head, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

Tracy: But I see the truth now. I see through the deception! They want me to suffer. They want to see me break. Because if I stand tall… if I overcome… then it means they were wrong to doubt me. And so, I say unto you…

Suddenly, Boss M's appeared on the big screen.

Boss M's: Are you done Tracy? I gave you the chance to beat Erica. Guess what? You couldn't do it. Now tonight, I was going to give you another chance. Like Minako, I'm so generous. So you feel like you're a martyr? OH GOOD FOR YOOOOU! You want to be a martyr? Fine! Gianna, you're going to have to move over, because I'm slotting in a third participant to this bout! I was going to save her until later, but she's chomping at the bit to get started, and far be it for me to stand in the way, because I can't even STAND! Bring on the NEON VALKYRIE!

2. Women's 3-Way: Tracy vs. Gianna Rambaldi vs. Astrid Rúnsdóttir
-A battle of three tough-as-nails competitors, all vying for dominance in EBW’s fiercely competitive women’s division. Tracy, a well-rounded technician, faced off against Gianna Rambaldi, a powerhouse brawler, and the added wild card of the debuting Astrid Rúnsdóttir, the Neon Valkyrie, whose strength and intensity, and flashy entrance made her an instant fan favorite.

Gianna and Astrid wasted no time, going face-to-face in a raw power struggle. Astrid absorbed Gianna’s strikes like a glacier standing against a storm before planting her with a thunderous Spinebuster!

As Astrid focused on Gianna, Tracy took advantage, dodging a wild lariat and sending Astrid flying with a Hagen Suplex! She then locked in a Fujiwara Armbar, but the Techno Viking powerhouse powered out, lifting Tracy off the ground with one arm before dumping her with a Powerbomb!

A recovered Gianna came flying in, launching Astrid with a brutal Pounce, nearly sending her over the ropes! She followed up with a Running Knee to Tracy and a Gory Special Bomb, nearly getting the win!

Astrid roared back, headbutting Gianna so hard the crowd gasped. She dragged Tracy up and lifted her into position, dropping her with the Ragnarök Driver (Sit-out Double Underhook Piledriver)! Tracy folded like an accordion, and Astrid made the cover.

1-2-3! A shocking dominant win for the debuting warrior over the multi-time champion Tracy!
Winner: Astrid Rúnsdóttir via Ragnarök Driver(A sit-out double underhook piledriver) on Tracy -> Pin

Larry Grim: Oh wow! What an upset! The newcomer pinned Tracy! She pinned a former EBW Women's Champion!

Apple Kid: Astrid whatshername is the real deal! That Ranarök Driver is legit!

Larry Grim: This isn't going to help with Tracy's martyr complex. I wonder how Boss M's feels about the results of the match.

Boss M's Office

The heavy wooden doors to Tali Mach’s office were nearly torn from their hinges as Harley Rexx, the grizzled former biker warlord turned Mayor of Summers, stormed in. His boots thundered across the polished marble floor, his long coat swishing as he marched straight to the large desk where his daughter sat, completely unfazed by his dramatic entrance.

Harley Rexx: You wanna tell me why the hell I saw him at the carnival?!

He slammed his palm down on the desk, rattling a Trevor Mach bobblehead paperweight. Tali didn’t even flinch. Instead, she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her smirk widening.

Tali Mach: Him? You mean my husband? The man I married? The father of your grandchildren? Trevor Mach? That guy?

Harley Rexx: Don’t get cute with me, kid! You know exactly what I’m talking about!

He jabbed a finger at her, his face red with frustration.

Harley Rexx: Trevor Mach. That lunatic. That wrecking ball in human form! I saw you two at the carnival, and I know damn well he ain't the kind of guy who just ‘enjoys the rides.’

Tali leaned back, stretching her arms, feigning deep thought.

Tali Mach: Oh, right, right, right. Yeah, we were on the Ferris wheel. Romantic setting. The city skyline. The ocean breeze. And well…

Her lips curled into a devilish grin.

Tali Mach: That Ferris wheel is the only place we did...."damage."

Harley’s expression twisted into one of immediate regret. His eye twitched, his hands clenched into fists, and his entire body tensed as if trying to physically expel the mental image from his brain.

Harley Rexx: GAH! Dammit, Tali! Do NOT say that kind of crap to me!

Tali chuckled, clearly enjoying her father’s discomfort, before waving him off.

Tali Mach: Relax, old man. Trevor’s an Xciter now. He’s allowed in the city. He has business here.

Harley’s glare didn’t soften, but his frustration shifted into something more controlled. He ran a hand through his graying beard, sighing heavily.

Harley Rexx: Yeah, and that’s what worries me. Keep him on a short leash, Tali.

Tali’s smirk turned downright wicked as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk.

Tali Mach: Oh, but Daddy...usually, I’m the one on the leash.

The room fell into an almost eerie silence. Harley Rexx stood completely still, as if his brain had simply shut down to avoid processing what his daughter had just said. A faint, horrified grimace crossed his face as he took a slow step back.

Harley Rexx: ...I am leaving.

He turned on a dime, storming out of the office so fast that he nearly took the door off its hinges again. As he left, his voice echoed down the hallway:

Harley Rexx: I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT! DAMN IT, TALI!

Tali, still lounging in her chair, let out a satisfied chuckle.

Tali Mach: Love you too, Dad.

3. 6-Man Tag: Colby Roads/Troy/Snakebite vs. Geoff Garrett/Magnum PT/Point Man
-A chaotic six-man tag that pitted the newly forged Dark Story against the Weekend Wrecking Crew. The veteran technician Geoff Garrett, the mustachioed and hard-hitting Magnum PT, and the reliable Point Man had their hands full against the explosive Troy, the ruthless striker Snakebite, and the EBW Champion Colby Roads.

The Crew controlled the pace early, with Point Man slowing the match down and working over Troy’s ribs with a series of gut punches and a torture rack submission.

After an extended beatdown, Troy finally dodged a lariat-o from Magnum PT and hit a massive Big Boot! He lunged to the corner and tagged in Snakebite, who came in swinging with stiff kicks and Muay Thai knees!

The match broke down as all six men brawled! Garrett tried for a Double A Spinebuster on Colby, but Snakebite cut him off with a Spinning Backfist! Point Man sent Snakebite flying with a Military Press Slam before turning into a Superkick from Troy!

With the ring cleared, Troy stalked Magnum PT and delivered a devastating Punt Kick to the skull, knocking him out cold for the three-count!
Winners: Colby Roads/Troy[o]/Snakebite via Punt Kick to Magnum PT -> Pin

Larry Grim: The Dark Story with the win! This combination was going to be dangerous, and we just saw it in action!

Apple Kid: And as you can see, Bashin Dan and the EBW Tag Team Champions Rama Raju and Komaram Bheem are watching from ringside. The "Dangerous Player" wants a rematch for that title, but he might have to go through Rumble City to get it. Hey, where did Minky Momo go….go?

Larry Grim: That I don't know, but what I DO know is that up next EBW Women's Champion Makoto Kino is going to take on Hilda Iceheart. You know the Dark Kingdom will be watching that as well.

4. Non-Title Women's Singles: Makoto Kino vs. Hilda Iceheart
-Makoto Kino’s raw power was on full display as the EBW Women's Champion absorbed Hilda’s early strikes and flung her across the ring with a release Belly-to-Belly Suplex!

Using her cunning, Hilda targeted Makoto’s leg with chop blocks and a knee bar, nearly forcing a submission before Kino powered out!

Makoto, furious, unloaded with forearm strikes, lifting Hilda into the air and destroying her with the Supreme Thunder Dragon Suplex!
Winner: Makoto Kino via Supreme Thunder Dragon Suplex -> Pin

Larry Grim: A big win for the EBW Women's Champion! She's been so dominant, and you know the other Sensations are proud of her.

Apple Kid: Proud?

Larry Grim: Proud.

Apple Kid: Proud.

Larry Grim: And I'M proud to announce our MAIN EVENT! Here it comes folks! The moment you've all been waiting for! The MEGA DUDES! Mega Dudes vs. The Dark Story! It's go time!

5. A MEGA DEBUT: Tack Angel/Trevor Mach vs. CP Munk/Mamoru Chiba
-The lights in Rexx Arena cut out, plunging the crowd into darkness. A hush fell over the audience, but then...

A MASSIVE PYRO EXPLOSION ERUPTED FROM THE STAGE!

The entire arena shook as "MEGA DUDES NEVER DIE" blasted through the speakers. The crowd ERUPTED into deafening cheers as a red, white, and blue eagle graphic soared across the Tron. Then, from the smoke and sparks, two unmistakable silhouettes emerged.

Tack Angel stood tall, arms crossed, decked out in a sparkling, star-spangled singlet, with aviators reflecting the fireworks.

Trevor Mach, clad in his classic leather jacket with an Eagleland flag patch, stomped forward, cracking his knuckles and lifting a MEGA-sized energy drink can before CRUSHING IT against his forehead!

Trevor and Tack pointed to the heavens before making their way down the ramp, slapping hands with every screaming fan.

As the Mega Dudes entered the ring, CP Munk and Mamoru Chiba made their way out. The crowd IMMEDIATELY drowned them in boos, jeers, and 'MEGA!' chants. CP Munk mockingly saluted the crowd before forming an "X" with his arms. Chiba, dressed in all-black and smugly smirking, ignored the audience.

Tack and Trevor started by flexing and rallying the crowd, soaking in the chants before going to work. Trevor started with Chiba, immediately leveling him with a huge forearm smash, followed by a whiplash-inducing belly-to-belly suplex and a ground and pound session.

As Chiba staggered up, Tack springboarded off the ropes and caught him with a flying forearm! CP Munk ran in to help, but Tack dodged his attack and sent him crashing out of the ring with a spinning heel kick!

CP Munk wasn’t done. He grabbed a handful of Tack’s tights and yanked him throat-first into the ropes! With Tack gasping for air, Munk tagged in Chiba, who took over with stiff kicks and a vicious Dragon Sleeper!

But Trevor Mach wasn’t having any of it. He stormed into the ring without a tag, grabbed Chiba, and deadlift Hagen Suplexed him OVER his head! The referee tried to intervene, but Trevor dragged Tack to their corner so he could tag in, and tossed Chiba at CP Munk like a human projectile!

Tack, recovering, rallied the crowd, hitting the ropes at full speed before diving outside with a Tope Con Hilo onto CP Munk! Meanwhile, Trevor stared down Chiba, cracked his knuckles, and unleashed a flurry of stiff MMA gloved punches that sent the crowd into a frenzy!

With CP Munk and Chiba barely able to stand, the Mega Dudes set them up for the most Eagleland, most powerful, most MEGA finish ever. TACK lifted Chiba onto his shoulders…BURNING HAMMER!! As Chiba’s body hit the canvas, Trevor immediately followed up with a Knee Trigger to the skull. THE MEGA FINISH! 1-2-3!
Winners: Tack Angel/Trevor Mach[o] via THE MEGA FINISH! -> Pin

Larry Grim: THE MEGA DUDES WIN! THE MEGA DUDES WIN! What an incredible roller coaster, but might makes right, and the Red, White, and Blue is running through their veins. You can absolutely count on the Mega Dudes to-

The screen cut to EBW Champion Colby Roads and EBW Women's Tag Team Champion Queen Beryl.

Colby Roads: Yeah yeah, it's a win for the flag waving has-beens. You're all so excited for your heroes, but I should be your hero. I should be the one receiving your praise. I raised the bar. I rewrote the story. I made it mine. I'M the main character! I've seen how this works. The main character always has a partner by their side. You people are so obsessed with the power of love, it makes me want to puke! However, I did find someone worthy of me.

Queen Beryl: And he's worthy of me. The Dark Story will rule this sport, and this world, but one step at a time. We need to make our union official, don't we Colby?

Colby Roads: The Eagleland Cheese doesn't need to stand alone, not this time. I am announcing that next week on Xcite, on the eve of Rumble City, Queen Beryl and I…will be getting married. You're not invited, but I'm sure you'll show up anyways.

Machismo · 2/21/2025 2:14 am

Ted Pettentool: Gotta be, gotta be, Pettentool! Hey hey, it's the Toolbox here, with another installment of EBW World. Ya know, these air CONSTANTLY on ENN AND ENT, so I sure hope no one is getting sick of me! Haha! We could uh…always use…Ninten and Ana…if that's the case? *clears throat* I'm sure it's fine! We have some Rumble City news ahead folks, and I'm excited for it. It's going to be a great night. I always have fun in Rumble City, baby! Paula returned to the ring and her old ways recently, and she has made it clear she's entering Rumble City. She told US, but not before telling another individual. Let's check a look!

The Dusty Spur

The warm glow of lantern lights flickered against the wood-paneled walls of The Dusty Spur, a bar straight out of the Wild West, complete with swinging saloon doors, an old-timey piano player in the corner, and the smell of whiskey and tobacco thick in the air. The place was packed with roughnecks, cowboys, and outlaws—at least, that’s what they wanted to be. The bartender bore a striking resemblance to One Eyed Jackie, but with a cowboy hat, so that made him a totes different person, probably.

At the bar, Wendy Mustang leaned against the counter, tipping back a shot of bourbon as she kept her eyes on the glass, her fingers drumming against the wood. She didn’t need to turn around to know when someone entered the bar—her instincts were too sharp for that. But when she heard the unmistakable click of boots that didn’t belong, her grip on the glass tightened.

Paula stepped through the doors, standing out like a sore thumb in her pink leather jacket, black jeans, and white boots. She scanned the bar before her eyes landed on Wendy. Taking a breath, she strode forward, ignoring the sideways glances from a few regulars who knew trouble when they saw it.

Paula sat down on the stool next to Wendy and sighed.

Paula: Glass of water, please?

Wendy Mustang: You got some nerve, darlin’. Comin’ in here like we’re old friends. What do you want, Paula?

Paula: I wanted to apologize.

Wendy let out a sharp, humorless laugh.

Wendy Mustang: You? Apologizin'? That’s rich. You set me up, you cost me my title, and now you waltz in here hopin' I’ll just forget?

Paula: I don’t expect you to forget. I don’t even expect you to forgive. But after all this time, I need to explain myself. I need you to hear me out.

Wendy Mustang: ...You better talk fast.

Paula: I was in a...bad place back then. And I know that doesn’t excuse what I did, but I let....darkness...get the better of me. I thought if I tore you down, I could build myself up. It was wrong. I was wrong.

Wendy Mustang: Well shoot, that’s mighty sweet, but I ain’t buyin' it. You say you’ve changed, but I know you, Paula. You’re always playin’ a game.

Paula: I’m not playing a game now. I know you don’t trust me, and maybe you never will, but I wanted to tell you face-to-face that I regret what I did. And I also wanted you to know that I’m winning Rumble City. I’m going to go to the top and take on Heather Mach.

That did it. Wendy’s eyes narrowed as she slowly stood up, pushing her stool back with a deliberate scrape against the wooden floor.

Wendy Mustang: You think you’re gonna waltz into Rumble City and take the whole damn thing?

Paula: I know I am. I have to. I have to undo what I've done.

The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. The bar had gone quiet, with a few patrons subtly backing away, sensing what was about to happen. Then, without warning, Wendy swung first.

Paula barely dodged as the punch whizzed past her cheek, her instincts kicking in just in time. She retaliated with a forearm to Wendy’s jaw, but Wendy took it like a champ and shoved Paula back into the bar, knocking over a few drinks.

Wendy lunged, tackling Paula to the ground, sending chairs and tables flying. Paula managed to reverse it, rolling over and mounting Wendy, throwing stiff right hands, but Wendy bucked her off, sending her sprawling into a barstool.

Both women popped up, fists raised, breathing heavy. Wendy wiped her mouth and smirked. "Now that’s more like it."

Paula grinned back, wiping sweat from her brow.

Paula: You always liked to settle things with a fight.

Wendy Mustang: You think you can win Rumble City? You better be ready for more than just an apology tour. You’ll have to go through me first.

Paula: Then I’ll see you in the ring, Mustang.

Wendy Mustang: Damn right you will.

The bartender sighed, pulling out a rag and starting to clean the mess.

Paula and Wendy stared at each other for a moment longer before, almost reluctantly, Wendy extended a hand. Paula hesitated, then clasped it. A truce? Maybe. But the fire in Wendy’s eyes told Paula one thing—this wasn’t over.

-

Ted Pettentool: Well, I guess they made up? I expect to see them face off in Rumble City. We have the card by the way! Wanna see? HERE IT IS!

EBW: Rumble City 2025
River City Gymnasium, River City
ENN+/ENT+

1. Women's Rumble City: TBA
2. Havok - EBW Television Championship Iron Man: Benjamin(c) vs. Takumi Inui
3. Xcite - EBW Tag Team #1 Contender: Trevor Mach/Tack Angel vs. Hazen/Ilya Fedorovich
4. Havok - World Championship: Boomtown(c) vs. ?
5. Men's Rumble City: TBA

Ted Pettentool: That's RIGHT, we have A LOT to talk about here! Of course we have the Men's and Women's Rumble City bouts, but we have so much more! We have Benjamin putting the Television Championship on the line against Takumi Inui in a rematch, but not just ANY rematch. AN IRON MAN MATCH! Two of the best in the ring EVER will give us a solid HOUR of action! You wonder why the card is so small? There ya go! However, that's not all we've got. THE MEGA DUDES ARE IN ACTION!!! They will be taking on the War Kings, and the winners will go on to Victory Explosion 19 to take on Rama Raju and Komaram Bheem! Then, Boomtown will take on one of the Pillars for the World Championship. Which one? We'll get to that later. Actually, we'll get to that now. On Havok, the Pillars will each have to find a partner for a 4-Team Elimination Tag, where the winning team's Pillar will go on to face Boomtown at Rumble City! It's going to be a big night for Havok. Not just because of the new Pillar system, but also because of a debut coming to Havok. They will open the show. HOWEVER, we have MORE, as it will also be a special night for a certain legendary figure…

Locker Room

Sal Paradise sat alone in the locker room, as the World Champion Boomtown barged in.

Boomtown: Ahhh, Sal. My old pal. My old mentor. The man who took me under his wing, showed me the ropes, and gave me the golden key to this business. I mean, let's be real here... without you, where would I be? Probably not standing here as the World Champion, that's for damn sure!

Boomtown tapped the championship on his waist, his grin widening as Sal shifted uncomfortably.

Boomtown: So, in honor of everything you’ve done for me... for this company... for these fans, I decided it was only right to dedicate the next episode of Havok to you. That’s right, my friend—this week, it’s officially Sal Paradise Appreciation Night!

The words hung in the air for a moment, the silence from Sal speaking louder than any reaction could. The veteran slowly uncrossed his arms and let out a long sigh, his expression unreadable. Boomtown, of course, took this as stunned gratitude.

Boomtown: Oh, don’t get all choked up on me, Sal! I know, it’s a lot to process. A whole night dedicated to your legacy. A celebration of your illustrious career. I mean, think about it! The bright lights! The video packages! The standing ovations! The world finally giving you the recognition you deserve!

Boomtown dramatically gestured as if picturing the grandeur of the event. Sal, however, remains unamused, rubbing his temples.

Sal Paradise: You serious, kid? I don't think it's a good idea.

Boomtown: Sal, Sal, Sal... you wound me! You think I don't appreciate you or something? Me? Your grateful protégé? The man you helped get his foot in the door?

Sal Paradise: What are you doing, kid? What’s the catch?

Boomtown: No catch, old friend. Just a gift. A token of my appreciation. Because you? You were once The People’s Choice.

Boomtown paused dramatically, his smirk widening as he let the weight of those words settle in.

Boomtown: You remember that, right? When you were young, fast, and hungry? Before the injuries? Before the bad choices? Before the substances took their toll? You were the guy these people wanted to see. But now? You’re just a relic, clinging to the past, trying to scrape together one last moment of relevance. And that... that just breaks my heart. But don't worry, old buddy! I got just the thing to lift your spirits. See, a night like this wouldn't be complete without a match! And I made sure it’s one tailor-made just for you. You see, if you’re really The People’s Choice… then maybe it’s time we see how you measure up… against another man who once called himself The People’s Choice—Jackson Kain!

Sal’s jaw tightened, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Boomtown: Now, now, don’t look so nervous! Think of it as a chance, Sal. A chance to show the world that the old dog’s still got a little fight left in him. Or... maybe it'll just prove you’re running on borrowed time.

Boomtown leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

Boomtown: Don’t worry, pal. I’ll be watching.

Boomtown pat Sal on the cheek before walking off, laughing to himself. The Lakitu lingered on Sal, his face twisted in frustration and quiet rage. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head before muttering under his breath.

Sal Paradise: Remember why you're doing this Sal. Remember.

Cade Yaggis could then be seen on the other side of the lockers, having heard the whole thing.

Cade Yaggis: *to himself* Why are you doing this Sal?

EBW: Havok
Howler's Gymnasium, South Town
ENT

1. Singles: Fighter Daron vs. ?
2. Lady Renegades Singles: Paula vs. Cherry Akintola
3. Singles: Sal Paradise vs. Jackson Kain
4. Lady Renegades Tag: Christy Angel/Christina Angel vs. Darkness Aoi/Mitra Lennox
5. "Pillars" Elimination Tag: Jammer/? vs. Zyro Kurogane/Dragon Shiryu vs. Cade Yaggis/? vs. Subculture/?

Machismo · 2/23/2025 1:46 am

Outside of the Howler's Gymnasium

The rough and tumble crowd in South Town surrounded the flashy tank of Boomtown, as the World Champion hopped out, holding up his belt with swagger and a cocky grin. Hotlanta and Generator jumped out and produced a red carpet, as Sal Paradise exited last. Boomtown told the crowd to cheer for Sal.

Boomtown: People, you know I always bring the BOOM, unlike those fat headed costco losers, but tonight isn't about me…well it's not ALL about me. Tonight…is Sal Paradise appreciation night! HIT IT!

Boomtown laughed, as he, Generator, and Hotlanta, started busting out the Orange Man dance. The crowd was cheering and dancing along to Sal's iconic music, but the only one not dancing was Sal himself.

Tommy Dukes: Welcome to South Town, where it's always going to be a rowdy night, and no your ears are not failing you. That is the theme song of Sal Paradise replacing the normal theme you'd hear to open the show, because this is apparently Sal Paradise Appreciation Night!

Nerma: Little Mac is allowing the World Champion A LOT of power within the brand, which is going to make the title all the more desirable. We have so much going on tonight, but other than the big story of it being Sal Paradise Appreciation Night, is that the main event will see four teams fight it out in an elimination style match. The pillars will need partners, and those partners are going to help their chosen pillar get added to the title match against Boomtown at Rumble City! Subculture won a four way singles match last week to get a spot, but a third member, another pillar is being added to the mix! Boomtown is keeping things unpredictable.

Nerma: Speaking of unpredictable, we have Fighter Daron sucking the heat and lifeforce out of the Gymnasium right now! Someone open a window! He's got a mystery opponent, who is Havok's newest Renegade. We don't know who it is! Little Mac kept a tight lid on the situation. Whomst've is it gonna be?! It's time…to find out!

EBW: Havok
Howler's Gymnasium, South Town
ENT

1. Singles: Fighter Daron vs. Carter Grayson[Debut]
-The debuting Carter Grayson wasted no time making an impact in his first match against the heatless Fighter Daron. The chiseled firefighter and rescue expert came in ready to impress. Daron tried to control the pace early, but Grayson’s athleticism and quickness were undeniable. With a fiery comeback, Grayson hit his signature Lightspeed Ignition, a stunning Fireman’s carry into a jumping Michinoku Driver, and just like that, it was over! A strong debut for Grayson!
Winner: Carter Grayson via Lightspeed Ignition(Fireman’s carry into jumping Michinoku Driver) -> Pin

Tommy Dukes: Carter Grayson?! World famous firefighter, and hero extraordinaire?! Wow, was a get for Havok!

Dr. Pin A. Colada: Yes, what a get indeed. Perfect for my plans with the Gamer Girlz.

Tommy Dukes: How long have you been there?!

Dr. Pin A. Colada: …I've always been here. *backs into the shadows*

Tommy Dukes: *shudders*

Nerma: Whatever that was, it can not be be good.

Backstage

Backstage, a Lakitu followed Jammer, still sporting a black eye from Subculture's KO Punch the week before, as he walked through the locker room, looking stressed. He rubbed his temples, muttering to himself as he glanced at his phone.

Jammer: Four-team elimination match. I need a partner. Someone fast, someone strong, someone that doesn’t smell like they bathed in expired gas station nacho cheese. Someone I can pass the ball to, and they'll take it to the hole and dominate.

He scrolled through his contacts, shaking his head at each option.

Jammer: No...no...definitely not. That dude still owes me fifty bucks from that pick up game. Ugh, and I ain’t teaming with that guy. How do I even have Curry Man's phone number? Curry Man? Seriously? No! Man, I just need someone—

Suddenly, the locker room door SLAMED open with a loud bang. A foul stench wafted into the room, so pungent that even the camera lens fogged up. Jammer froze as an all-too-familiar raspy voice echoes through the room.

Vape: JAMMERRRRR! Guess who’s back, baby?!

Jammer’s entire body stiffened. His eyes widened in terror, and he slowly turned around to see his absolute worst nightmare standing before him—Vape. The greasy, balding, perpetually damp disaster of a wrestler stood in the doorway, arms wide open like he was waiting for a hug. His stained tank top clung to his body in ways that defy physics, his cargo shorts a crime against fashion, and his socks horrifically wet.

Jammer: Oh...oh no. No. No, no, no, no, NO!

Vape: Ohhhh YES, my brutha! I have been RE-HIRED! That’s right, the office finally saw the LIGHT! They realized this place ain’t the same without BIG VAPE ENERGY!

Vape attempted to flex, but his arm cramped mid-pose, forcing him to shake it out awkwardly. Jammer looked like he was about to vomit.

Jammer: I...I don’t believe this. Who in their right mind thought this was a good idea?! WHO SIGNED OFF ON THIS?!

Vape: Oh, my guy, that’s the best part! No one remembered firing me! I just showed up and said I was on the roster, and Little Mac's new intern didn’t wanna argue! Classic loophole, baby!

Vape laughed, but it quickly turned into a phlegmy cough. He slapped his chest, letting out a wheeze that sounded like a dying radiator. Jammer instinctively took a step back, holding his breath.

Jammer: Vape. Listen to me. There is absolutely NO WAY you are my partner tonight. ZERO chance. I’d rather team with a sentient mop. I’d rather wrestle alone. I’d rather—

Vape: Oh, I already told management we’re teaming, bro! We’re officially booked! Ain’t that great?

Jammer’s eye twitched. He looked up, mouthing something to the heavens, possibly pleading for divine intervention. Vape, completely unaware of Jammer’s growing despair, threw a sweaty arm around his shoulder. Jammer shuddered as if he had just been touched by an unholy force.

Vape: Man, it’s like old times! The Vape-Jammer Express is BACK, baby! Choo-choo! Oh, speaking of which…

Vape reached into his fanny pack and pulled out a half-eaten gas station hot dog wrapped in a crumpled napkin.

Vape: I saved this for us, for good luck! You want the first bite?

Jammer looked at the hot dog. Then at Vape. Then back at the hot dog. His soul visibly left his body.

Jammer: *looks at the camera* I’m in hell.

The camera faded to black as Jammer dry heaved while Vape happily munched away, oblivious to his suffering.

2. Lady Renegades Singles: Paula vs. Cherry Akintola
-Paula showed off her technical prowess against the resilient Cherry Akintola. While Akintola fought valiantly with a mix of strikes and counters, Paula was determined to make a statement tonight. Wendy Mustang was on the outside, coaching her new tag partner. A brutal exchange of submission attempts led to Paula locking in the Sharpshooter, forcing Cherry to tap out in the middle of the ring. Paula’s submission game is on another level, and she continues to show why the OG is a legend for a reason.
Winner: Paula via Sharpshooter -> Submission

Tommy Dukes: A solid win for Paula!

Nerma: The EBW OG is ready for Rumble City! Wendy Mustang looks ready to go as well. She's practically licking her chops at a chance to tangle with Paula once again. Can't wait to see it!

Backstage

The locker room was dim, the overhead light flickering as Subculture paced back and forth, his hands on his hips. The main event was looming—a four-team elimination match—and he was a man short. The walls of the arena buzzed with energy, the distant roar of the crowd vibrating through the concrete like a storm waiting to break.

Subculture: Gotta find someone. Can’t go in alone. Not against those guys. I want to get the W, so it's just me and Boomtown at Rumble City. Who am I going to pick? Let me check my phone. Curry Man? No, absolutely not.

Then, like a ghost in the night, a presence loomed behind him. Subculture turned sharply, and his breath caught. Standing there, wide-eyed and eerily still, was Amigo. His usually unhinged energy felt even more raw tonight, like a live wire ready to snap.

Amigo: You need a partner?

Subculture took a step back, scanning the man’s face. There was something different about him tonight. A feverish intensity burned in his eyes, his fingers twitching like they were itching to break something—or someone.

Subculture: Yeah? Yeah, I do. But—

Amigo: I’ll do it. I’d be more than happy to snap someone’s ankle out there.

Subculture: What did you just pop in your mouth? Hey wait, what about Boomtown? You still running with him?

Amigo’s grin twitched, and for the first time, his mask of playfulness cracked into something darker. He leaned in, his breath heavy with intensity.

Amigo: Boomtown? All bets are off, man. Metal Rush is dead. That means I’m unchained.....YEAH!!!

Subculture exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders as he sized up his new partner.

Subculture: Alright...what choice do I have? *looks at the camera* What are the odds THIS blows up in my face?

3. Singles: Sal Paradise vs. Jackson Kain
-The arena filled with anticipation as the lights dimmed and the spotlight landed on Sal Paradise. His presence was undeniable as he made his way down the ramp, soaking in the crowd's mixed reactions.

Before the crowd could settle, the atmosphere shifted as Jackson Kain made his flashy entrance. Kain extended a fist, and Sal gave him as fist bump, looking around the ring to see that Hotlanta and Generator joined them at ringside.

Kain wasted no time, immediately charging at Sal with a cocky grin. He tried to initiate a lock-up, but Sal sidestepped and allowed Kain to stumble into the ropes. Kain recovered quickly, turning to Sal with a theatrical shrug and a cocky thumbs-up. The crowd chuckled at Kain's antics, but Sal was unfazed, his calm demeanor not changing in the slightest.

Sal remained silent, waiting for Kain to make the next move. Kain attempted to rush him again, but this time Sal grabbed him in a quick, smooth arm drag that sent Kain to the mat.

Kain stood up and looked at Sal, nodding with respect. He then came charging at Sal, but Sal was quick again, delivering a hip toss to send Kain back to the mat.

Sal stood over Kain, not a word escaping his lips. Kain, slightly embarrassed but still full of energy, bounced up and gave an exaggerated bow to the audience. He laughed, playing it off as part of the show.

Kain tried to dictate the pace, but Sal was always one step ahead. He dodged another of Kain’s attacks and whipped him into the corner. Kain, ever the showman, did a backflip off the turnbuckle in a flashy attempt to regain control. He landed on his feet, but Sal was already moving, hitting Kain with a smooth dropkick that sent him crashing back into the corner.

Sal followed up with a series of crisp chops to the chest, the sound echoing through the arena. Kain winced but played it up for the crowd, laughing between each strike. He grabbed Sal by the wrist, looking for a whip to the opposite corner, but Sal reversed it, sending Kain into the turnbuckle instead.

Kain hit hard, but instead of collapsing, he performed an exaggerated stagger toward the center of the ring, holding his chest with a dramatic expression.

Sal wasn’t interested in Kain’s theatrics. With precision, he moved in and hit a Hagen suplex, bridging for a pin.

1-2- Kain kicked out! Kain kipped up to his feet and smiled at Sal, nodding in respect.

Sal, though not visibly showing any emotion, simply nodded. He understood Kain’s antics were part of his character, but he wasn’t here to play games. He was here to win.

Sal locked in a headlock, grinding down on Kain’s neck, but the movie star, ever the fighter, struggled and slowly worked his way to his feet. He broke the hold with a few elbows to Sal’s midsection, then whipped him into the ropes. As Sal bounced off, Kain leaped into the air with a shoulder block, taking Sal down to the mat. Sal rolled out of the way of the Shadow Kick, but Kain did connect with a Pele Kick.

Kain, sensing an opportunity, went for a pin:

1-2- Sal kicked out, unfazed, his demeanor still intact. Kain chuckled as he stood up, looking around the ring to see Generator and Hotlanta ready to strike whenever he let his guard down, but it wasn't something Sal wanted them to do, as he tried to get them to leave to no avail.

Now, Kain was looking for a bigger move. He moved toward the ropes, playing to the crowd as he climbed to the top. Sal was down, but he wasn’t staying down for long. As Kain flew off the top with a moonsault, Sal rolled out of the way, narrowly avoiding the impact.

Kain hit the mat hard, groaning in pain. Sal quickly capitalized with a corkscrew DDT, driving Kain’s head into the canvas. Sal went for the cover:

1-2- Kain kicked out once again, the crowd gasping at his resilience.

Both men were now showing signs of fatigue, their bodies aching from the back-and-forth contest. Kain, breathing heavily, got to his feet and taunted Sal to give it all he had.

Sal didn’t respond, but his movements showed he was ready to finish things. With precision, Sal hoisted Kain up and hit him with his Control Nekobreaker, followed up by the Perfect Sky. Kain had his foot on the ropes, but Generator knocked it off as Sal rolled him up for the pin.

1-2-3!
Winner: Sal Paradise via Perfect Sky -> Pin

Tommy Dukes: Sal Paradise with an impressive victory. Jackson Kain seemed to be trying to rile him up, and it worked.

Nerma: Kudos for not wanting the assist from Generator or Hotlanta though. I guess when it's YOUR night you don't want anyone stealing your thunder? Well up next, we have a grand experiment. With Alison Chains on some sort of trip apparently, not sure if that's literal or not, the sisters Angel are going to join forces to take on Darkness Aoi and Mitra Lennox. It should be an eye opener. I'm sure Hope Mach will be watching, as her best friend jumps into the tag division.

4. Lady Renegades Tag: Christy Angel/Christina Angel vs. Darkness Aoi/Mitra Lennox
-A unique match as the Angel sisters, Christy and Christina, faced off against Darkness Aoi and Mitra Lennox. The chemistry between the Angel sisters was actually undeniable, as they worked seamlessly together, countering Aoi and Lennox’s ground based and striking attacks. The turning point came when Christina Angel hit Mitra Lennox with the Angel Wings, a beautiful double-underhook facebuster, and scored the pin. The Angel sisters stood tall, in a very impressive display of what could be if the sisters Angel become a full time tag team.
Winners: Christy Angel/Christina Angel[o] via Angel Wings on Mitra Lennox -> Pin

Locker Room

Cade Yaggis sat on a bench in the locker room, lacing up his boots with the methodical focus of a man preparing for war. The air was thick with tension. The main event—a four-team elimination battle—was minutes away, and he was still without a partner.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

Cade Yaggis: Should I call Curry Man? No. No. Guess I’ll just go in alone.

Then, the door creaked open. Ness stepped inside, adjusting his wrist tape, his expression unreadable. Cade raised an eyebrow.

Cade Yaggis: Ness? What are you doing here?.

Ness: I'm your partner.

Cade Yaggis: My partner? What about Flying Man? You two got that whole thing going on now.

Ness: *clears throat* He understands.

Cade Yaggis: But why?"

Ness: Because I owe you. And because... I’m proud of what you’ve become.

Cade blinked. He wasn’t expecting that.

Cade Yaggis: You trained me, Ness, and I'll always be grateful. But...you trained me because of who my father was.

Ness: No. That’s where you’re wrong. I never knew who your father was. I didn't know, Cade. I trained you, because out of everyone who walked into that gym, you were the one who looked like you had the potential to be the protagonist. And I was right. You’ve stumbled, Cade. More than once, but haven't we all? The way you’ve bounced back? That’s what makes you worthy of this spot. Of this fight. Of everything.

For a moment, Cade just stood there, staring at his former mentor. Then, slowly, he nodded.

Cade Yaggis: Alright then. Let’s do this.

As the two men shook hands, a figure lurked just out of sight.

Christy Angel.

Having just won her tag match, she crept in and peeked from around the corner, watching Cade carefully. Cade noticed, because she was terrible at hiding, but he tried not to embarrass her.

Backstage

The camera cut to the backstage area, where the ever-charismatic Zyro Kurgane stood in front of an EBW-branded backdrop, World Tag Team Championship belt slung over his shoulder.

Zyro Kurogane: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Kurogane Nation—tonight is the night, bey-beeey! The main event? Four teams enter. One team leaves. And let me tell you something—when that final bell rings, the only team standing tall, dripping in gold, looking damn good doing it is gonna be yours truly and the baddest man to ever breathe fire—DRAGON SHIRYU! Now, let’s talk about these teams, huh? We got Subculture and Amigo—ohhh boy, what a heartwarming tale that is. A couple of psychos who might actually tear each other apart before they even get to us! Then there’s Cade Yaggis and Ness—a student-teacher reunion that would bring a tear to my eye, if I knew how to cry! And then there’s… well, some other poor souls who showed up just to take the fall...sorry Slam Jam Man. Nothing personal. But let’s be real—tonight ain’t about the underdogs, the betrayals, the grudges, or the drama. Tonight is about dominance. Tonight is about the EBW Tag Team Champions walking into that ring, throwing hands, kicking heads, and proving once again why we are the absolute BEST in this business!

He pointed directly at the camera, his energy never dipping for even a second.

Zyro Kurogane: And if you don’t believe me? Just wait. ‘Cause when that bell rings, and when Dragon Shiryu and I are done cleaning house, you're all gonna know EXACTLY why we run this place! The belts aren't on the line, but they might as well be, because we're treating it as such, and the WINNER...well the winner gets to take that cocky little prick Boomtown's head off! That's reason enough alone for Shogun Steel and Sex Appeal to LET IT RIP! CAUSE I'M ZYRO-K! BEY-BEEEEEEY!

5. "Pillars" Elimination Tag: Jammer/Vape vs. Zyro Kurogane/Dragon Shiryu vs. Cade Yaggis/Ness vs. Subculture/Amigo
-The atmosphere in the arena was electric. The fans were on the edge of their seats, knowing they were about to witness hectic Havok chaos in action. The Pillars Elimination Tag Match had high stakes and unpredictable teams.

The match began with Zyro Kurogane and Cade Yaggis locking up in the center of the ring. Zyro’s technical precision was on full display, as he quickly took control with a series of clean arm drags and an attempted armbar. Cade, known for his resilience and ability to adapt, fought through the pain, using his raw power to muscle out of the hold and bring Zyro to the ropes. Cade shot him off, but Zyro hit a flawless dropkick that sent Cade back into his corner.

Cade quickly tagged in Ness, who bounded into the ring with his usual intensity. He squared up with Zyro, the two powerhouse technicians looking to outsmart each other. Zyro went for a headlock takedown, but Ness powered out with a stunning belly-to-belly suplex, launching Zyro across the ring. The crowd roared, appreciating the display of strength.

Dragon Shiryu tagged in next, and Ness, knowing the battle was about to intensify, immediately kicked into gear. The two locked up, and Shiryu went for a hammerlock, twisting Ness’s arm behind him, but Ness smoothly countered into a Russian leg sweep. Shiryu hit the mat hard, but quickly rolled away, tagging Zyro back in. Both men were calculating, not willing to take any unnecessary risks.

On the outside, Jammer and Vape watched from the apron, eager to get involved. Vape was practically bouncing on his feet, itching to make his move, but Subculture and Amigo were a different breed—more focused and less prone to distraction. Subculture leaned against the ropes, never taking his eyes off the action.

Amigo, however, was pacing the ring like a caged animal, his wide eyes darting between the action and the crowd, as though he was on the verge of snapping. His unpredictable energy added an aura of chaos to the otherwise structured battle.

The match continued at a frenetic pace, with each team taking turns tagging in and out. The first elimination came when Vape attempted to hit a springboard crossbody but that wasn't happening, but he did LAND on Subculture, so that was something. Subbie tried to tag out to Amigo, but the frantic grappler flipped him off and left the ring. Subbie was mad at himself, but not for long as Zyro-K hit the Straight Jacket Hagen.

1-2-3! Subculture and Amigo were eliminated!

Jammer immediately entered the ring, going for a clothesline, but Zyro ducked and hit him with a brutal Hagen suplex. Jammer was in trouble, but as he crawled to his corner, Cade tagged in, his eyes wild and hungry. He charged at Jammer, delivering a series of vicious strikes, including a running knee that left Jammer staggering.

Jammer attempted a desperate spinning heel kick, but Cade caught it and twisted his leg, looking to go for an ankle lock. However, Jammer used his experience to power out of the hold and tagged in Dragon Shiryu.

Shiryu came in like a whirlwind, countering Cade’s willpower with lightning-fast strikes. But as he went for a flying knee off the ropes, Cade, ever unpredictable, dodged and tagged in Ness.

Ness and Shiryu now stood face-to-face, and the crowd felt the intensity shift. The two exchanged brutal kicks and stiff forearms, neither willing to back down. Ness caught Shiryu with a superkick, and just as he went for a pin, Zyro Kurogane broke it up with a swift running knee to the back of Ness’s head. The teams were all gunning for each other now, with alliances rapidly shifting as the match continued to spiral into chaos.

The second elimination came when Cade hit Jammer with a brutal DDT, leaving the fan favorite dazed. As he went for the pin, Zyro Kurogane interfered, pulling Cade off and tossing him into the corner. Zyro Kurogane and Dragon Shiryu began double-teaming him, but Ness rushed in to assist, delivering a series of rapid-fire strikes that left both Kurogane and Shiryu reeling.

With the numbers game in their favor, Ness and Cade Yaggis teamed up to knock Vape off the ring and hit Jammer with their finishing combination, the PK Rockin’, followed by Cade’s Cadebreaker.

1-2-3! Jammer and Vape were eliminated!

It was down to Cade Yaggis and Ness vs. Zyro Kurogane and Dragon Shuryu. The action was fast and furious, each team trying to outwit the other.

In a dramatic finale, Cade and Shiryu were the last two men standing, both battered and bruised. They traded vicious blows, and just when it looked like Shiryu might secure the victory with a Dragon Suplex, Cade escaped and caught him in a desperate Cadebreaker. He quickly went for the pin.

1-2-3! Zyro Kurogane and Dragon Shiryu were eliminated!

With the last elimination, Cade Yaggis and Ness stood tall in the ring, victorious. The crowd erupted, chanting their names as they celebrated. They had overcome the chaos, the mind games, and the ferocity of their opponents to claim the win. Cade is going to join Subculture in the fight for the title at Rumble City.

-Zyro Kurogane/Dragon Shiryu eliminated Subculture[x]/Amigo via Straight Jacket Hagen -> Pin
-Cade Yaggis[o]/Ness eliminated Jammer[x]/Vape via Cadebreaker -> Pin
-Cade Yaggis/Ness[o] eliminated Zyro Kurogane/Dragon Shiryu[x] via PK Rockin' -> Pin
Winners: Cade Yaggis/Ness

The arena was buzzing as the ring had been dressed up for a grand occasion—Sal Paradise Appreciation Night. A red carpet was rolled out, banners hung from the rafters, and a giant screen displayed a montage of Sal’s greatest moments in EBW. But the mood was…off. Something about this felt manufactured, like the appreciation wasn’t coming from the heart.

Then, the music hit.

Boomtown, the arrogant, showboating World Champion, strutted out onto the stage, flanked by his loyal enforcers, Hotlanta and Generator. The crowd rained down boos, but Boomtown soaked it in like a man reveling in his own importance. With a mic in hand and a cocky smirk, he motioned toward the ramp.

Boomtown: Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here tonight to celebrate a TRUE legend! A man who paved the way! But these days....a man who—let’s be real—would be NOTHING without me! Give it up for… SAL PARADISE!

The music changed as Sal Paradise made his way to the ring, looking less than thrilled. The once-beloved icon had been at Boomtown’s side and drew the ire of the crowd. He adjusted his jacket, stepping into the ring as Boomtown handed him a microphone with an exaggerated bow.

Boomtown threw an arm around Sal’s shoulder, grinning like he was the proudest man in the world.

Boomtown: You know, Sal, everything—EVERYTHING—that has happened? It’s all thanks to you. Without you, it might have taken longer to get my foot in the door, but for RIGHT NOW there’d be no Boomtown! There’d be no reign, no dominance, no history being made! And I just wanted to say…

Boomtown turned to the crowd, his voice dripping with mock sincerity.

Boomtown: Thank you, Sal Paradise. Thank you for always being there to pick up the pieces! For always cleaning up after me! For polishing Sophia the 3rd! For always knowing your place!

Sal’s face twitched. That last line stung.

Before he could respond, Cade Yaggis’ music hit. The arena erupted as the former champion stormed down the ramp, mic in hand, fire in his eyes. He slid into the ring and pointed straight at Sal.

Cade Yaggis: Enough of this garbage! I don’t give a damn about Boomtown’s little love letter to himself. I want answers! Sal, why? Why have you helped this guy over and over, when he’s used you again and again?! He's MOCKING YOU!

Sal Paradise: You think I don't know that? You think that's never occurred to me? Look...I’ve never had a kid, Cade. I’ve never had someone to look after. Boomtown… he was like a son to me. He felt like family, and that mattered, because the casanova spent so much time chasing tail, I never stopped to focus on what mattered. I saw Mike get that with Isiah, and deep down, that's what I wanted too.

The crowd let out a mixed reaction. Some understood. Some still felt betrayed.

Sal Paradise: But you know what? I’m done putting up with you. I’m done pretending to be less than I am!

Boomtown’s smirk faded.

Sal Paradise: I am the People’s Choice. I put tag team wrestling on the map with the late, sometimes great Jamie OD. I was a bastard once, but I always had the heart of a champion. And you? You’re not worth what I’ve given you.

Before Boomtown could react—BAM!

Sal Paradise struck Boomtown in the jaw with a right hook!

The crowd exploded as Boomtown staggered back, completely stunned.

Hotlanta and Generator lunged forward, but Cade was already on them, throwing wild shots as the brawl spilled out of the ring. The crowd was on their feet as fists flew. Cade tossed Generator over the barricade, while Sal threw Hotlanta face-first into the ring post.

Boomtown scrambled out of the ring, clutching his title, screaming in rage.

From the ramp, he pointed back at the ring, furious, veins popping from his forehead.

Boomtown: YOU’RE DEAD, PARADISE! YOU HEAR ME, CADE?! YOU’RE BOTH DEAD!

But in the ring, Cade and Sal stood side by side, fists raised, the crowd roaring in approval.

For the first time in a long time, Sal Paradise had chosen himself.

The show ended with Boomtown seething on the stage, his world possibly crumbling around him.

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Machismo · 3/01/2025 3:00 am

River City Gymnasium - Parking Lot

Ted Pettentool: Hey hey EBW! It's the Toolbox here in River Ci- wait I mean RUMBLE CITY! One of the biggest shows of the year is about to get underway. EBW has been reborn once again with the era of Boss M's on one hand, and the rise of the Pillars on the other hand, and I'm just here trying to find out where they sell the nachos! Why am I learning forward and doing this with my hands? I'm told that makes people feel claustrophobic. You should never watch me in 3D! Moving on, we're going to see TWO Rumble City bouts, which are rapid fire rumbles, each competitor coming out in thirty second intervals, as they fill two rings. Whomst'ver is the last man or woman standing, will get that golden ticket to Victory Explosion 19, which I'm told we have a very special announcement about TONIGHT! I-

Emerging from the darkness, Rince Vusso stepped forward, his long, flowing robes tattered and weathered like an ancient prophet doomed to endless wandering. An unmistakable gold and green garb draped over his shoulders, giving him an eerie presence. His face, half-covered by wild, unkempt hair, bore the expression of a man who had stared into the abyss—and had the abyss book itself into a gauntlet match. Ted raised an eyebrow, his natural instinct to flee temporarily overridden by morbid curiosity.

Ted Pettentool: Well, well, well, if it ain't Rince Vusso. You look like you've been dragged through three decades of bad booking decisions. Are you alright?

Rince let out a deep, weary sigh, his eyes staring into the distance as if witnessing a cosmic tragedy only he could comprehend.

Rince Vusso: Bro… I have walked through the wrestling multiverse, bro. I have gazed upon the horrors of FTW, bro. I have borne witness to the atrocities of SEW. I have been forced by higher powers to witness the sins I have created. I am the Pariah, bro. I am the Pariah.

Ted’s mouth twisted in a mix of confusion and amusement.

Ted Pettentool: So… what? You some kinda cosmic wrestling ghost now? Did you have a near-death experience?

Rince took a step closer, his voice low and ominous.

Rince Vusso: I am a prisoner of my own sins, bro. I have been cast into the void, forced to observe the consequences of my own hubris. I once believed I could shape wrestling in my own image… but now, I see the truth. The plotholes. The illogical swerves. The betrayals of fan investment. I cannot escape it. I can only watch.

Ted slowly rubbed his temples.

Ted Pettentool: So lemme get this straight. You're tellin' me you're some kinda Wrestling Watcher, doomed to float through the cosmos and critique bad finishes like some tragic wrestling nerd on a forum?

Rince lowered his head, his voice almost a whisper.

Rince Vusso: ....Or maybe I'll do podcast.

Ted Pettentool: Man, I swear, this business gets weirder every year.

Larry Grim: Welcome to Rumble City!!! We're LIVE in the River City Gymnasium, for our annual walk on the wild side! I'm pretty wild myself ya know. I microwaved one of those ramen cups you're not supposed to microwave!

Nerma: You don't have a stomach for that to matter!

Larry Grim: …Oh yeah.

Tommy Dukes: We have the two rings, and those awesome rapid fire entrances and over the top rope format. When it's all said and done, one man and one woman and no other combination cause that's not a thing that's possible, will be punching their ticket to Victory Explosion 19!

Nerma: And I say why waste ANY more time, and get right down to business. We're opening the show with the Women's Rumble City battle! Women and Lady Renegades, who are also women, and not men pretending to be women, will vie for the right to challenge the champion of their choice. Let's take it to the ring!

Apple Kid: …I'm also here!

EBW: Rumble City 2025
River City Gymnasium, River City
ENN+/ENT+

1. Women's Rumble City: Paula vs. Wendy Mustang vs. Val Dorado vs. Lainey Strong vs. Usagi Tsukino vs. Queen Beryl vs. Mitra Lennox vs. Erica vs. Gianna Rambaldi vs. Darkness Aoi vs. Rei Hino vs. Tracy vs. Astrid Rúnsdóttir vs. Cherry Akintola vs. Minako Aino vs. Hilda Iceheart vs. Ami Mizuno vs. Yaten Kou vs. Taiki Kou vs. Alison Chains vs. Christy Angel vs. Christina Angel vs. Hope Mach vs. Ripper Jane vs. Cheerleader Jenny
-The match began with Paula and Wendy Mustang squaring off in Ring #1. Paula, a clear crowd favorite, showcased her technical skill, dodging Wendy’s aggressive strikes and countering with crisp suplexes. Wendy, unfazed, responded with heavy-handed brawling, keeping Paula cornered and struggling for space.

As the timer struck thirty seconds, Val Dorado entered the match, sprinting towards the two rings. Rather than engaging immediately, she played it safe, watching the action unfold. Her patience was tested as a returning Lainey Strong entered next, dressed like a cop, and chose to engage her directly. The two exchanged rapid counters, feeling each other out as the match progressed.

More competitors entered in quick succession. Usagi Tsukino leaped into Ring #1, immediately connecting with a crossbody on Wendy and Paula. Her momentum was cut short when Queen Beryl followed, targeting Usagi in a grudge-fueled assault, hammering her into the corner with relentless knee strikes. In Ring #2, Mitra Lennox joined the fray, immediately diving into battle with Lainey and Val. Erica followed, playing a more cautious game, hanging back while her opponents exhausted themselves. Gianna Rambaldi stormed into Ring #1 with power, slamming Queen Beryl to the mat with a devastating spinebuster.

As the ring filled, the first elimination occurred. Lainey Strong caught Erica off guard with a sharp superkick, knocking her off the apron and sending her crashing to the floor. Not long after, Usagi Tsukino actually pressed Queen Beryl over her head and launched her over the top rope, drawing a roar of approval from the crowd. Usagi had gained a measure of revenge, but the match was far from over.

The action intensified with each new entrant. Darkness Aoi stormed the ring, immediately trading fierce strikes with Rei Hino. Tracy and newcomer Astrid Rúnsdóttir arrived back-to-back, bringing power and precision into the chaos. Tracy was still livid over Astrid's shock victory over her on Xcite. Cherry Akintola nearly eliminated her friend Wendy Mustang but failed to secure the final push, allowing Wendy to cling to the ropes at the last second. Minako Aino entered with energy, joining Usagi in taking down opponents with synchronized kicks.

The battle raged on as Hilda Iceheart arrived, throwing around lighter competitors with ease. Ami Mizuno and Yaten Kou entered in quick succession, each maneuvering through the growing chaos. Taiki Kou barely avoided elimination upon arrival, narrowly surviving a near-toss from Wendy Mustang. Hope Mach and Ripper Jane soon joined the fray, injecting more brute strength into an already volatile situation.

As the match neared its climax, alliances were shattered. Christina and Christy Angel turned on each other in a brief but heated exchange. However, they quickly regrouped to eliminate Val Dorado, sending her crashing to the floor.

The final entrant, Cheerleader Jenny, entered with a bang, connecting with a missile dropkick on Mitra Lennox. Eliminations began to happen rapidly. Wendy Mustang, seizing an opportunity, sent Rei Hino over the top rope. Astrid Rúnsdóttir capitalized on the chaos by leveling Darkness Aoi with a clothesline, knocking her out of the match. Hope Mach and Ripper Jane tumbled over the ropes together after being blindsided by Tracy. Christina and Christy Angel worked together to knock both Taiki Kou and Yaten Kou out in quick succession, further thinning the field, but they too would both be eliminated by their own mother Tracy, who seemed to be sorrowful about the move, until Astrid threw her out of the rings.

The final three competitors—Paula, Wendy Mustang, and Astrid Rúnsdóttir—stood alone in Ring #1. Astrid, the Neon Valkyrie, took control, leveling both Paula and Wendy with a double clothesline. Wendy fought back, countering a slam attempt into a quick DDT, leaving Astrid momentarily stunned. Paula, seizing the opening, launched Wendy into the ropes and struck her with a running knee strike. Wendy wobbled but managed to stay inside the ring.

Astrid recovered and hoisted Paula onto her shoulders, attempting to dump her outside. Paula, showing resilience, grabbed the ropes and managed to skin the cat back into the ring. With precision, she used Astrid’s own momentum against her, hip-tossing her over the ropes. Astrid clung on desperately, but Wendy struck her with a dropkick and Tracy tugged on her from the outside, sending her tumbling to the floor.

Only Paula and Wendy remained. The exhausted warriors stared each other down before exchanging heavy strikes. Wendy attempted a clothesline, but Paula ducked and countered with a precise enzuigiri, sending Wendy stumbling toward the ropes. Seeing her moment, Paula delivered a spinning heel kick, knocking Wendy over the top and securing her victory.

As the bell rang, Paula collapsed, breathing heavily but victorious. The crowd erupted in approval as she pointed toward the sky, reveling in her hard-fought triumph. Wendy, frustrated but recognizing the effort, glared from the floor with Paula standing tall, the undisputed winner of Rumble City.
Winner: Paula last eliminating Wendy Mustang

Nerma: Paula did it! The EBW OG and one of our Lady Renegades seized the day! She won Rumble City 2025! Incredible!

Apple Kid: Minakooooo!!!

Larry Grim: Did you see Tracy specifically target Astrid on the outside like that!? We should have a rule or something. No? Just gonna keep letting that happen? Well alright then.

Tommy Duke: Sorry Larry, but it's Rumble City, and right now, we have a barnburner in the making. This one is going to be insane. Benjamin, the Mystic Bout Machine, and current EBW Television Champion, is putting the title on the line against Takumi Inui once again. This time however? It's an Iron Man match. One whole hour of explosive action! Buckle up and dig in, cause here we go!

2. Havok - EBW Television Championship Iron Man: Benjamin(c) vs. Takumi Inui
-The EBW Television Championship Iron Man match between Benjamin and Takumi Inui was a grueling, hour-long war of endurance, skill, and sheer determination. With the title on the line, both men understood that this wasn’t just about one fall—it was about who could outlast the other over sixty minutes of relentless combat.

The match began with a slow and methodical feeling-out process. Benjamin, the reigning champion, looked confident, keeping Inui at bay with technical holds and mat-based wrestling. Takumi, known for his speed and striking ability, patiently worked to create openings, landing quick kicks and testing Benjamin’s defenses. The two exchanged holds and counters for the first ten minutes, neither wanting to make a crucial mistake so early in the match.

The first major shift came when Benjamin took control with a perfectly executed dragon screw, targeting Inui’s leg. Sensing a strategy, the champion focused on Inui’s knee, wrenching it with submissions and delivering brutal stomps. Inui fought back, but his movements became slower, allowing Benjamin to maintain dominance. At the twenty-minute mark, Benjamin struck first, trapping Inui in a vicious single-leg crab. Inui struggled, crawling desperately to reach the ropes. He was limping and taking right off his feet by a Spear from Benji. The Mystic Bout Machine secured the first fall, going up 1-0.

With the clock ticking, Benjamin attempted to slow the pace even further, grinding down Inui with methodical offense. Every time Inui tried to mount a comeback, Benjamin cut him off with targeted attacks on the leg. However, at the thirty-minute mark, the match took a drastic turn. Inui, despite the pain, exploded with a burst of energy, catching Benjamin off-guard with a lightning-quick sling blade. As Benjamin tried to recover, Inui pressed forward, landing a series of sharp forearms and a spinning heel kick that sent the champion reeling.

Sensing an opportunity, Inui climbed the top rope, despite his damaged knee, and launched himself into the air with a perfectly executed Rider Kick. The impact was enough to drive the wind out of Benjamin, and Inui hooked the leg for the three-count, tying the score 1-1. The crowd erupted as the challenger proved that he still had plenty left in the tank.

With the match now even, both men threw strategy out the window and began fighting with reckless abandon. The final twenty minutes saw a furious exchange of offense, with Benjamin landing a series of German suplexes while Inui countered with high-speed kicks and daring aerial maneuvers. Both men were exhausted, but neither would give an inch.

As the match entered the final five minutes, the tension was at an all-time high. Benjamin attempted to secure another submission, locking Inui in a crossface, but Inui refused to give up. The challenger clawed his way to the ropes, forcing a break. With the clock ticking down, Inui fought through the pain, ducking a lariat attempt and catching Benjamin with a thunderous Crimson Smasher. With less than a minute remaining, he signaled for one last move. Summoning every ounce of energy he had left, he sprang onto the ropes and launched into another devastating Rider Kick. Benjamin crumpled to the mat as Inui covered him. The referee counted 1-2-3!

With only seconds left, Inui took the 2-1 lead. Benjamin barely stirred as the final countdown began. As the clock hit zero, the bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Takumi Inui had done it—he was the new EBW Television Champion!

Exhausted but victorious, Inui struggled to his feet as the championship was handed to him. Benjamin, still dazed, sat up and processed the loss. Despite the brutal war they had just waged, he nodded in respect before rolling out of the ring, leaving the new champion to celebrate. The crowd erupted as Inui raised the belt high, having survived the ultimate test of endurance to claim the gold.
Winner: Takumi Inui [2-1] -> NEW EBW Television Champion!

Nerma: New champion! We have a NEW EBW Television Champion! Takumi Inui regains a belt he's had in the past, but I think this time he has a clear vision. He didn't have a dream before, but now he does. He's going to keep on living, and give dreams to the people. You love to see it.

Tommy Dukes: Benji taking the loss in stride like he always does. Lainey re-debuted after training with her father and learning some of his "martial arts", but she fell short in the Rumble City match, so I'm sure they'll both be licking each other's wounds toni-

Apple Kid: Teehee! Teehee!

Tommy Dukes: That was a poor choice of words.

Locker Room

The air in the locker room was thick with tension as Christy Angel paced back and forth, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Christina Angel, her older sister and longtime tag partner, stood across from her, frustration written all over her face. The sisters had fought side by side, yet tonight, in the chaos of Rumble City, Christy had nearly eliminated her own flesh and blood.

Christina Angel: What the hell, Christy?! We had a good thing going out there! We were working together, and then you just—you tried to toss me out!

Christy scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Christy Angel: Yeah, and what, I was supposed to just stand there and let you win? I’m not gonna be your sidekick forever, Christina! You don’t get it, do you? People don’t see me as Christy Angel. I’m just Christina’s little sister. I don’t wanna be in your shadow!

Christina sighed, rubbing her temples.

Christina Angel: That’s not fair, Christy. You know we make an amazing team! We’ve proven that over and over again! We could’ve left that match up to you and me! Then one of us could've won!

Christy Angel: You mean you could’ve won, and I’d just be there helping, right?

Before Christina could retort, a slow, deliberate set of footsteps interrupted the argument. The two sisters turned to see Alison Chains sauntering toward them, casually adjusting the black eyepatch covering her left eye. She had a cocky grin on her face, but what she held in her hand was far more disturbing—a small glass jar, filled with liquid, with what looked like an actual eyeball floating inside.

Christina recoiled in horror.

Christina Angel: Alison, what is that?!

Alison smirked and held up the jar.

Alison Chains: Oh, this? Yeah, it's an eyeball. Thought eyepatches were cool!

The locker room fell into a stunned silence. Christy’s mouth hung open slightly, while Christina took a full step back, utterly baffled.

Christina Angel: You… what?! Are you serious?! That’s not cool, that’s insane!

Alison shrugged.

Alison Chains: Is it, though?

Christina Angel: And this—this is who you’d rather team with?! Christy, she needs help! Like, serious, medical, psychological help!

Christy hesitated for a moment before clearing her throat, still trying to process everything.

Christy Angel: Look, I—I know Alison’s a little… different—

Christina Angel: She took out her own eye!

Christina threw her hands up. She stormed off, muttering something about needing aspirin. Christy watched her leave, then turned back to Alison, still looking somewhat uneasy.

Christy Angel: So you're just wearing an eye patch now? You just decided to have one eye?

Alison Chains: Yeah. I have one eye now.

Christy Angel: ...Is that going to screw up your ability to game?

-

As the Eagleland flag billowed in the wind, The Star-Spangled Prince Tack Angel and The Wild Wolf Trevor Mach stood side by side, dripping with sweat, their muscles glistening under the lights. The Lakitu zoomed in as they strike power poses, veins bulging, ready for war!

Tack Angel: Star gazers, the Star-Spangled Prince and the Wild Wolf have been training night and day, liftin’ weights, eatin’ steaks, and getting JACKED for this battle! The War Kings wanna march into our beloved Eagleland with their flag-burning, trash-talking, anti-Eagleland ways?! Well, let me tell ya something, War Kings—

Trevor Mach: WHOOOOOA!! Let me tell ‘em, Prince! We don’t take too kindly to punks disrespectin’ the land of the free and the home of the BRAVE! We’ve been running the beaches, hitting the squat rack, pressin’ iron, and taking cold plunges in the newly renamed GULF OF EAGLELAND, BABY! And what’s the War Kings been doin’, huh?! Cryin’ about our stars and stripes?! You want our stars and stripes? Try growing a pair first, and we'll take it from there!

Tack Angel: THEY CAN CRY ALL THEY WANT, BECAUSE WHEN WE STEP INTO THAT RING, IT'S GONNA BE A RED, WHITE, AND BLUE BEATDOWN! A BODY-SLAM REVOLUTION! AN ALL-EAGLELAND SMACKDOWN COURTESY OF THE PATRIOTIC POWERHOUSE AND THE UNCHAINED ANIMAL!

Trevor Mach: THE WAR KINGS THINK THEY CAN STOP US?! NUH-UH! NOT HAPPENING! THEY’RE WALKIN’ INTO A WARZONE WHERE THE ONLY FLAG LEFT FLYIN’ WILL BE THE ONE WITH THE STARS AND STRIPES! So lace up your boots, say your prayers, and eat your vitamins! Let's hope they're made in Eagleland, cause they'll now have FAR LESS micro plastics in them!

Tack Angel: WHEN THE DUST SETTLES AND THE WAR KINGS ARE LAYING IN A CRUMPLED HEAP, LOOKIN’ UP AT THE LAND THEY TRIED TO DESECRATE, THEY’LL REALIZE ONE THING—THE POWER OF EAGLELAND IS UNSTOPPABLE! Hazen, don't think I've forgotten our past either. Tonight is when I finally cast that off myself. So get ready, cause it's time for the MEGA DUDES TO GIVE YOU THE RED, WHITE, AND BOOM!

Cue an explosion of fireworks and an eagle screeching as they posed one last time before storming off to battle!

3. Xcite - EBW Tag Team #1 Contender: Trevor Mach/Tack Angel vs. Hazen/Ilya Fedorovich
-The Xcite match for the #1 Contendership for the EBW Tag Team Championships carried more than just championship implications—it was a battle of ideals, a clash between those who stood for the honor of Eagleland and those who sought to humiliate it. The crowd erupted in chants of “MEGA!” as the MEGA Dudes, Trevor Mach and Tack Angel, stepped into the ring draped in red, white, and blue. Across from them, The War Kings, Hazen and Ilya Fedorovich, sneered at the display of patriotism, unfurling a flag of their own and mockingly stomping on an Eagleland banner. The fight wasn’t just about gold—it was about pride.

From the outset, Hazen and Ilya made their mission clear: they wanted to dismantle the MEGA Dudes and send a message to the people of Eagleland that their heroes were nothing more than a joke. Hazen, the towering powerhouse, used his strength to try and bully Tack Angel, a continuation of a story from a couple years ago that saw them blowing each other up. He was crushing him with stiff lariats and tossing the beefy burly boy across the ring like a ragdoll. Ilya followed up with a brutal series of strikes, each one delivered with venom as he taunted the crowd.

“Is this your great Eagleland hero?” Ilya sneered, slapping Tack across the face before throwing him into the turnbuckle. The War Kings worked together with ruthless efficiency, isolating Tack and preventing him from tagging in Trevor. They cut the ring in half, keeping Tack trapped in their corner as they delivered punishing double-team attacks. At one point, Hazen held Tack in place while Ilya wiped his boots across his opponent’s face, treating him like nothing more than a stepping stone.

The crowd rallied behind the MEGA Dudes, chanting for Tack to fight back. With the spirit of Eagleland burning inside him, Tack found his moment when Ilya lifted him for a powerbomb. Using every ounce of willpower, Tack countered mid-air, spiking Ilya with a Tackensteiner! The impact sent the War King tumbling across the ring. Tack rallied up and started throwing shots at both of the foriegn menaces, and smashed their heads together. Tith the last of his energy, Tack lunged forward—hot tag to Trevor Mach!

Trevor exploded into the ring like a star-spangled missile, unleashing a flurry of devastating strikes. The crowd roared as he dropped Hazen with a roaring elbow before leveling Ilya with a vicious running knee. Trevor ripped open his shirt and waved the Eagleland flag, igniting the fans into a frenzy! Ilya tried to mount a comeback, but Trevor ducked a clothesline and planted him with a Trevorplex!

Hazen rushed back into the fray, looking to put an end to Trevor’s momentum, but Tack was there to intercept, launching himself off the ropes with a Patriot Missile Dropkick! With their enemies staggered, the MEGA Dudes knew it was time to finish the fight for Eagleland. Tack hoisted Hazen up as Trevor sprinted forward off the ropes, and together, they executed their devastating finishing move—The MEGA Finish! The ring shook from the impact as Tack tagged in and covered Hazen for the cathartic pin.

1-2-3!

The bell rang, and the MEGA Dudes stood victorious, their fists raised high as the Eagleland flag waved proudly in the hands of their fans. The War Kings, humiliated and defeated, slinked away from the ring, their mission to disgrace Eagleland thwarted. Trevor Mach and Tack Angel had proven that when patriots stand together, no force can tear them down.
Winners: Trevor Mach/Tack Angel[o] via The MEGA Finish on Hazen -> Pin

Larry Grim: THE MEGA DUDES WITH THE WIN!

Apple Kid: Alright! The country is back and better than ever, and so are the Mega Dudes! Tack Angel avenged a long term situation with Hazen, and in the process, the Eagleland Champion is now also the #1 Contender for the EBW Tag Team Championships.

Larry Grim: And if you look over at the stage, you'll see Rama Raju and Komaram Bheem watching on. They're clutching the EBW Tag Team Championships tightly. This is an incredible MEGA match for Victory Explosion 19!

Apple Kid: If you'll recall, Trevor and Raju once had a battle that ended in a controversial draw between the two. That draw led to the brand split era we're currently in. What a match we're going to have. You can't beat that Havok!

Tommy Dukes: We're going to try, because up next, Boomtown is going to put the World Championship on the line against both Subculture and Cade Yaggis. That's up next! It's GO TIME!

4. Havok - World Championship: Boomtown(c) vs. Subculture vs. Cade Yaggis
-The energy in the arena was electric as the Havok World Championship was on the line. Boomtown, the reigning champion, stood defiant, his every move fueled by raw power and explosive ego. Across from him, Subculture, the street dog striker with a chip on his shoulder, paced like a caged animal, waiting for his opportunity to strike. Cade Yaggis was the wild card—equally adept at whatever the other two brought to table.

The moment the bell rang, Boomtown exploded forward like a cannonball, leveling both challengers with a double lariat. Cade rolled to the outside, leaving Boomtown and Subculture trading furious strikes in the center of the ring. Subculture's sharp elbows rattled the champion, but Boomtown absorbed the punishment and launched him with a massive belly-to-belly suplex that sent him rolling under the ropes.

Cade re-entered the fray with a springboard forearm that caught Boomtown flush on the jaw, staggering the powerhouse. Wasting no time, Cade followed up with a spinebuster, hooking the leg for the first near-fall of the match. Subculture quickly broke up the pin with a stiff soccer kick to the ribs before trapping Cade in a guillotine choke.

Boomtown roared back to life, hoisting both men onto his shoulders in an awe-inspiring show of strength. He staggered forward, looking for a double Islander drop, but Subculture hammered him with repeated knee strikes to the head, forcing him to drop Cade. As soon as he landed, Cade capitalized, hitting a snap Hagen suplex on Boomtown, only for Subculture to immediately follow with a right hook to Cade’s skull. With both men down, Subculture made his first cover of the match, but Boomtown powered out at two.

The action spilled outside as Subculture and Cade battled near the barricade, the two former stablemates each trying to gain the upper hand. Cade countered a vicious elbow strike and hoisted Subculture up, hitting a brainbuster on the floor! The crowd gasped as Subculture lay motionless, and Cade rolled back into the ring, seeking to capitalize.

Boomtown, however, had recovered, and as Cade tried to set him up for the Cadebreaker, the champion caught him with a thunderous powerbomb! Rather than go for the pin, Boomtown dragged Cade up, looking for Here Comes the Boom! but Cade countered, flipping over into a sunset flip for a heart-stopping near-fall.

Subculture, somehow still in the fight, sprang into action, cracking Cade with a rolling elbow and then rocking Boomtown with a spinning backfist. He followed up with a running knee to Boomtown’s skull, covering him—one, two, Boomtown kicked out!

Frustrated but relentless, Subculture dragged Boomtown to his feet and set him up for a Counter Culture, but Cade came flying in with a flyign forearm smash, breaking it up. Seizing his moment, Cade hit the Cadebreaker on Subculture! He covered—one, two, Boomtown yanked him off!

With sheer brute strength, Boomtown deadlifted Cade into position, hoisting him into a thunderous pop-up powerbomb. As Cade rolled to the apron, barely conscious, Boomtown turned his focus to Subculture, who was pulling himself up. He rushed him in the corner and as hit a low blow. A dastardly tactic, but not DQ worthy in a 3-Way situation.

The crowd knew what was coming. He put Subculture into position and drilled him with Here Comes the Boom! The impact shook the ring, and Boomtown immediately hooked the leg. 1-2-3!

Boomtown retained his championship in a match filled with jaw-dropping moments, near-falls, and relentless action. As he stood tall, championship raised high, the crowd booed in disapproval.
Winner: Boomtown via Here Comes the Boom! to Subculture -> Pin

Nerma: Whoa! Boomtown with the win! He was up to his usual antics, but that was still an impressive win for the young World Champion.

Boomtown: OH, would ya look at that?! Once again, Boomtown walks in, Boomtown lays ‘em out, and Boomtown walks out VICTORIOUS! I told all of you, I told Subculture, I told Cade Yaggis—hell, I told the whole damn locker room—there ain’t a single soul in Rumble City that can stop me! And yet, you all still doubt me! You still think some so-called ‘Pillar’ is gonna rise up and take my shine?! Lemme tell ya somethin’—I don’t care how many so-called ‘Pillars’ try to stand in my way, because every time one of you punks tries to build a legacy, I KICK IT DOWN! You think you’re the foundation of this place? Well, I’M THE EARTHQUAKE, BABY! And that means I bring the BOOM! I will take on anyone that gets in my way, and don't think I'll wait for you to come to me. If I feel like hunting you...I'm hunting you...Sal.

Tommy Dukes: Big talk from the World Champion. He might find out who is stepping up next, or perhaps Colby Roads will find out who is going to challenge HIM for the EBW Championship. They say anything can happen in EBW, but it's only going to be one of those two options! Let's enter Rumble City once again and TAKE IT TO THE RING!!!

5. Men's Rumble City: Bashin Dan vs. Jammer vs. Vape vs. Grind vs. Switchback vs. Picky Minch vs. Johnny Starbound vs. Snakebite vs. Magnum PT vs. Troy vs. Geoff Garrett vs. Yami Yugi vs. Mav Valentine vs. Jaden Yuki vs. Jackson Kain vs. Point Man vs. Sal Paradise vs. vs. Hotlanta vs. Generator vs. Mamoru Chiba vs. Seiya Kou vs. Ness vs. Fighter Daron vs. Matt vs. Tai vs. Carter Grayson vs. Dynamic Dougie vs. Dragon Shiryu vs. Mav Valentine vs. Zyro Kurogane
-The Men’s Rumble City match began with Bashin Dan and Jammer squaring off in Ring #1. Dan, a master technician, immediately took control, countering Jammer’s offense with precision grappling and quick counters. Jammer, known for his street brawling, managed to land some heavy strikes, but Dan’s agility kept him one step ahead.

As the thirty-second timer hit, Vape entered the match, stepping into Ring #2 and opting to play it safe, watching the action unfold, and eating a candy bar. Grind followed next, joining Dan and Jammer in an all-out brawl. Switchback entered and immediately targeted Grind, making it very clear that he was still had an axe to "grind" with his former partner.
The match’s chaos increased with every entrant. Picky Minch, ever the opportunist, picked his battles carefully, slipping away from larger fights while Johnny Starbound went for high-flying attacks, springboarding off the ropes to take down Jammer and Grind. Snakebite stormed into the ring, throwing wild big boots, while Magnum PT entered next, going straight after Picky.

The first elimination came when Troy, using his raw power, hurled Johnny Starbound over the ropes, cutting short his high-energy offense. Geoff Garrett entered next, making a beeline for Snakebite, and the two engaged in a stiff brawl. Meanwhile, Yami Yugi entered and focused on evasion, watching the field for an opening. He seemed to shift back and forth from an adult like confidence to a child like wonder.

Mav Valentine entered and immediately made an impact, helping Grind in eliminating Switchback with a vicious clothesline. The next arrivals, Jaden Yuki and Jackson Kain, added new firepower to the match, with Jackson targeting Magnum PT while Jaden quickly formed an uneasy alliance with Yami Yugi. Point Man arrived next, a true reliable powerhouse who began clearing the ring, eliminating Grind and Troy in short order.

Sal Paradise entered the ring and immediately went after Fighter Daron, holding his breath before laying into him with a combination of sharp strikes. Hotlanta and Generator arrived in quick succession, adding to the already chaotic fight. Mamoru Chiba and Seiya Kou followed, with Seiya showing incredible endurance as he took hits but refused to go down.

Ness entered and immediately wowed the crowd with his athleticism, landing a PK Fire on Snakebite, sending him staggering. Fighter Daron took this moment to capitalize and dumped Snakebite over the ropes, marking a huge and shocking elimination.

Matt, Tai, and Carter Grayson entered in quick order, each picking fights as the numbers in the ring swelled. Dynamic Dougie arrived and went straight for Jaden Yuki, while Dragon Shiryu made a strong impact by eliminating Yami Yugi with a devastating uppercut, sending him crashing to the floor.

As the match neared its final moments, Zyro Kurogane entered and took down multiple opponents, displaying a stunning mix of speed and power. Meanwhile, Bashin Dan, still in the match from the opening bell, continued to fight smart, surviving close calls. Sal Paradise was showing a fire we hadn't seen from him in a long time eliminating Hotlanta with a backdrop over the ropes, before eliminating Generator right after.

The final five competitors—Bashin Dan, Sal Paradise, Dragon Shiryu, Zyro Kurogane, and Picky Minch—battled fiercely. Picky, always ready, tried to shoot on Shiryu, but Shiryu wasn’t buying it. With a powerful kick, Shiryu sent Picky flying over the ropes. Bashin Dan and Shiryu then clashed in an intense exchange, with Dan ultimately getting the better of the fight and tossing Shiryu out.

Now down to three, Dan, Sal, and Zyro-K sized each other up. Kurogane, still fresh, overpowered Dan, slamming him into the mat. However, Sal, playing the long game, waited for his chance. As Kurogane attempted to toss Dan, Sal rushed in, flipping both men over the ropes.

The bell rang as Sal Paradise raised his arms in triumph. Bashin Dan, disappointed but acknowledging the fight, nodded from outside the ring. Zyro Kurogane had an amused laugh and pointed at Sal as if you say he'd get him next time. The crowd roared as Sal stood tall, the winner of Rumble City a shocking resurgence for the veteran.
Winner: Sal Paradise by last eliminating Bashin Dan

Larry Grim: What?!

Tommy Dukes: Unreal! Sal Paradise did it?!

Nerma: Sal Paradise just walked out of Rumble City the victor! I can't believe it!

Apple Kid: But who do you think he's gonna challenge?

Larry Grim: …

Nerma: ….

Tommy Dukes: …

Apple Kid: Huh? What? OH! I know! IT'S-

Sal Paradise: BOOMTOOOOOOOOOOWN! THE PEOPLE'S CHOICE IS BAAAAAAAAACK!

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Machismo · 3/02/2025 2:22 am

Ted Pettentool: Gotta be! Gotta be! Pettentool! The Toolbox is back with more news following an incredible Rumble City, because that's how it's done. That's how it's always done. That's literally just how we do things! Am I leaning in too close? Let me just back up a little here. But yeah it was a stellar night at Rumble City, stellar for the Renegades and Lady Renegades of Havok that is! Yes, Paula and Sal Paradise walked out of the Rumble City matches with title shots at Victory Explosion 19! The old guard showing they still have a LOT left in the tank! That being said, I'm told Boss M's didn't get mad…well…she didn't get TOO mad. After spending some time ranting and raving back at home, spending some family time with the kids, and a flipping a table or two when they weren't around, the Boss seems to have come up with the perfect counter, and a way to really shock the world regarding Victory Explosion. Details are slim, but apparently, this will live up to the hype. Big changes underway, but aren't they always? In regards to Colby Roads' opponent for the big show, that will be decided this week on Xcite, so you might want to tune in. We'll also see Tack Angel, the Eagleland Champion and our Star Spangled Prince, defend the Eagleland Championship against CP Munk! His long time friend and rival. The Sensations will take on the Dark Story! Grind and Switchback are set to go head to head in a real injection to the CXJ Division, and you know Maseo Kurenai will be watching! The Dark Story will be action again as they take on the Weekend Wrecking Crew, and of course, that main event!

EBW: Xcite
Zombie U, Threed
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1. EBW Eagleland Championship: Tack Angel(c) vs. CP Munk
2. 10-Woman Tag: Makoto Kino/Usagi Tsukino/Minako Aino/Rei Hino/Ami Mizuno vs. Queen Beryl/Erica/Gianna Rambaldi/Yaten Kou/Taiki Kou
3. CXJ Division Singles: Grind vs. Switchback
4. 6-Man Tag: Colby Roads/Troy/Snakebite vs. Geoff Garrett/Magnum PT/Point Man
5. EBW Championship #1 Contender: TBA

Ted Pettentool: We only have one match announced for Havok so far. Little Mac is not announcing much ahead of time. He is using that extra time he has to counter anything Xcite books, so that's another new strat employed by the new Havok Boss. The legend has been giving the Pillars a lot of leeway, and he's letting the World Champion call a lot of shots, giving more reason to fight for the big one. It's cool stuff! However, something else that's "mondo cool" is the announced match up. This is something you could save for Victory Explosion, but they're not gonna! It's Hope Mach and Ripper Jane putting the Women's World Tag Team Championships on the line against the sisters Angel! That's right, Hope and Christina will be on opposite sides for this incredible match up! That's worth the price of admission alone!

EBW: Havok
Iwata Memorial Arena, Onett
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1. Women's World Tag Team Championship: Hope Mach(c)/Ripper Jane(c) vs. Christina Angel/Christy Angel

Ted Pettentool: And finally, we have the card SO FAR for Victory Explosion 19! Big changes this year, as 2025 is the year that President Orange Man is bringing Eagleland back into a Golden Age, EBW is going to celebrate by holding Victory Explosion 19 along the coast of the newly renamed Gulf of Eagleland!

EBW: Victory Explosion 19
Gulf of Eagleland Coast
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1. Havok - Women's World Championship: Heather Mach(c) vs. Paula
2. Xcite - EBW Tag Team Championships: Rama Raju(c)/Komaram Bheem(c) vs. Trevor Mach/Tack Angel
3. Xcite - EBW Championship: Colby Roads(c) vs. ?
4. Havok - World Championship: Boomtown(c) vs. Sal Paradise

Threed

Trevor Mach had never been particularly fond of Threed. A town of perpetual night, where the moon always hung low and mist clung to the streets like the breath of something lurking just out of sight. The streetlights flickered, not out of power issues, but as if they too feared the darkness pressing in. And, of course, there were the zombies.

Not the usual "flesh-eating horror movie" kind. These were domesticated zombies—citizens who had been turned long ago but somehow retained just enough humanity to function. They had jobs, they paid taxes, they even had their own union. The whole situation was just weird.

But here they were.

Trevor had jumped to the Xcite brand, meaning he could once again travel freely. And tonight, he was rolling into Threed with his wife, Tali Mach, who sat in her wheelchair beside him, her long jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her piercing eyes scanned the street, and she smirked as she caught Trevor glancing at her.

Tali Mach: Are you checking me out, husband?

Trevor Mach: Always.

They were in town for business—technically. But they had made a pit stop for one reason: Tali had fans in Threed. The undead appreciated her dark aesthetic, and her work as the Xcite Boss had given her a cult following among the ghoulish citizens.

And that’s when it happened.

A pale, skinny kid in a trench coat saw them from across the street. His eyes widened, his mouth fell agape, and as his gaze locked onto Tali, he started trembling like he was witnessing a goddess descend from the heavens.

Goth fan: Y-You… Y-You're so hot.

Before Trevor could roll his eyes, the fan’s nose exploded in a fountain of blood.

The red droplets hit the pavement with an eerie splash.

For a single moment, there was silence.

Trevor Mach: ...Oh no, this is gonna be bad.

Then, a low growl filled the air.

One by one, zombies turned toward them, nostrils flaring, bodies twitching. The scent of fresh blood was too much for their domesticated urges to suppress.

Tali blinked, looking between the kid and the zombies.

Tali Mach: Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

The horde snapped, a dozen undead citizens lunged at them.

Trevor acted first. His fist met the first zombie's face with a sickening crunch, sending it sprawling into a streetlamp. Another came from behind, reaching for Tali, but she was already twisting in her chair, yanking a steel baton from her lap and smashing it into the zombie’s kneecap. It howled, dropping to the pavement, and she followed up with a swift strike to the ribs.

Tali Mach: Yeah, no touching!

Trevor grabbed one zombie by its tattered hoodie and flung it over his shoulder, slamming it into the cobblestone. Another lunged with outstretched arms—only to catch a brutal backhand from Tali’s baton.

More were coming.

Trevor narrowed his eyes.

Tali Mach: I don't think they’re buying the ‘civilized zombie’ gimmick anymore.

Trevor Mach: Blood’s blood, babe. It’s like throwing raw steak into a dog park.

Trevor turned to the kid, who was still standing there, nose gushing, eyes starry.

Trevor Mach: Dude! Stop bleeding!

Goth fan: I-I CAN'T HELP IT!

Tali Mach: Then get out of the way!

Another zombie lunged—Trevor caught it mid-air, twisted, and spiked it head-first into the pavement like a sack of bricks. Tali spun her chair, sweeping two more zombies’ legs out from under them. As they hit the ground, Trevor stomped one’s chest in, while Tali delivered a devastating baton strike to the other's spine.

For a moment, the battlefield stilled.

The zombies groaned and twitched, but none were getting back up.

That’s when the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps echoed down the street.

A tall, thin man in a lab coat approached, his skin slightly gray, his sunken eyes tired but sharp.

Doctor Z.

Threed’s leading scientist, doctor, and unofficial necromancer. The man responsible for keeping the undead populace from going full Romero.

He sighed, adjusting his cracked glasses.

Doctor Z: YOU TWO! Did you have to fight them?

Trevor Mach: They attacked us, Z-Man. What were we supposed to do? Offer them a nibble?

Doctor Z: They're zombies. They smell blood, they react. You could have de-escalated.

Tali Mach: What, by offering them some Twinkies and Dr. Pepper? I don't think they're interested for starters, and I DON'T SHARE!

Doctor Z muttered under his breath before kneeling next to one of the groaning zombies. He inspected its injuries, nodded to himself, then looked back at them.

Doctor Z: Well, at least you didn’t damage their heads. I can still put them back together.

Tali Mach: See? We were being nice.

Doctor Z: Just… get out of here. Before you cause more problems.

Trevor Mach: No promises.

With that, they turned and walked off into the night, leaving the bleeding fan, the groaning zombies, and the exasperated doctor behind.

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Machismo · 3/05/2025 7:08 am

Larry Grim: Welcome to Threed! Welcome to Zombie U! Welcome to Xcite! All the Xciters here are hyped for one thing, and less so for something else. Allow me to elaborate. Boss M's has promised a bombshell that is going to change the course of Xcite, on the road to Victory Explosion 19!

Apple Kid: We didn't win EITHER Rumble City!

Larry Grim: That's fine, because I have it on good authority that this news, will make up for that! The other things….Colby Roads getting married to Queen Beryl.

Apple Kid: I'm sure few people are excited for that?

Larry Grim: Yeah, they're called The Dark Story.

Apple Kid: Minako said that Usagi is handling it the best she can. In fact, we have some backstage footage I'm being told? Maybe Usagi is laughing this whole thing off?

Larry Grim: Well let's take a look!

Backstage

Erica, Gianna Rambaldi, Yaten Kou, and Taiki Kou were beating down Usagi, laughing about it, as the rest of the Sensations finally hit the scene to fight them off and save Usagi.

-

Apple Kid: OH! OH NO!

Larry Grim: I'm sorry we showed that!

Apple Kid: This is not going to be a good night for the Sensations at all! Maybe they can crash the wedding! That might help!

Larry Grim: Well, while we try to shake off that sudden attack we just say, let's get to the in-ring action, as Tack Angel, our hero, the Star Spangled Prince, puts the Eagleland Championship on the line, the symbol of excellence for our country, against CP Munk. An old friend turned foe. CP Munk is very much pro-union and a bunch of other stuff that goes against Eagleland excellence. Extra fuel for the fire Tack. Show him how Eagleland gets it done! What? I'm a very patriotic skeleton man!

EBW: Xcite
Zombie U, Threed
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1. EBW Eagleland Championship: Tack Angel(c) vs. CP Munk
-The match started with CP Munk taunting the crowd, chewing loudly on an actual handful of peanuts just to irritate everyone. Tack Angel wasted no time, launching into the match with a flurry of strikes, forcing Munk into the corner. Munk used his stocky frame to turn the tide, hammering Tack with short-arm lariats before locking in a bearhug that squeezed the air out of the champion. Angel managed to break free with an elbow to the head, ducking under a wild clothesline and delivering a crisp dropkick to send Munk staggering. Later in this heated grudge match, Munk tried to powder out of the ring, but Tack chased him down, rolling him back inside. Munk attempted a cheap shot with a foreign object—a peanut-loaded fist—but the referee caught it in time. The momentary distraction allowed Tack to slip behind, lock in the Wrist Clutch Eagleland Driver, and slam Munk into the mat for the decisive pinfall victory. The crowd erupted as Tack held his title high!
Winner: Tack Angel via Wrist Clutch Eagleland Driver -> Pin -> Title Defense!

Larry Grim: A SOLID win for the Red, White, and Blue! Eagleland's hero is in peak form!

Apple Kid: And his tights have never looked tighter! Well, I hear we're getting ready for the wedding now. Already? Really Steve? But I don't see any ring crew setting it up. Someone get the Sensations ready, because they have a party to cra-

Sin City

The video opened with grainy, handheld camera footage, as if shot on a cheap VHS camcorder. The screen flickered, revealing a small, dingy Sin City wedding chapel, its exterior barely holding together with neon lights flickering above the entrance. The place had been completely transformed into a nightmarish Negaverse lair—red lighting, eerie fog, black candles flickering against dark purple banners bearing the insignia of the Dark Kingdom. Inside, a decrepit organist played a hauntingly slow, off-key version of “Here Comes the Bride” as the camera shook, moving down the aisle.

Dark Story members—Erica, Gianna Rambaldi, Yaten Kou, Taiki Kou, and Queen Beryl's loyal minions—stand in attendance, dressed in their most extravagant, sinister attire, their mocking laughter echoing through the chapel.

Standing at the altar, dressed in a black-and-gold version of his usual gear, a blood-red rose clenched between his teeth, was EBW Champion Colby Roads. His championship was slung over his shoulder, and he adjusted his tie with the same arrogance he brings into the ring.

Then, the doors creaked open.

Queen Beryl stepped in, draped in a long, flowing black wedding gown, encrusted with dark purple jewels, her signature staff in hand. Instead of a traditional veil, a crown-like headpiece shimmered ominously, making her look less like a blushing bride and more like a dark empress claiming her latest conquest. The moment she entered, eerie whispers echoed through the chapel as if unseen entities were blessing this twisted matrimony.

At the front of the chapel stands none other than Preacher Ra, his face partially hidden under a golden hood, his wicked grin stretching ear to ear. In his hand is a massive, leather-bound book, the pages yellowed with age—certainly not a Bible, but some cursed tome of forbidden matrimony.

Preacher Ra: Hear me babies! We are gathered here today in this house of... dubious legality... to witness the unholy, undeniable, and downright disturbing union of Colby Roads and the great and terrible QUEEN BERYL, YA DIG?! May this sacred, unbreakable bond bring eternal suffering to their enemies and everlasting dominance to their reign!

The Dark Story cheered and clapped mockingly as the camera cut to Erica, whispering something to Gianna, who smirked.

Erica: You know, Mamoru and I should just do this too. Imagine the look on that crybaby Usagi's face.

Gianna Rambaldi: Oh, you mean that "Sensational" HAG? I'd pay to see her completely crumble.

Preacher Ra: Now, do you, Colby Roads, EBW Champion, self-proclaimed wrestling royalty, and man of unspeakable arrogance, take this woman, Queen Beryl, to be your lawfully wedded queen of darkness, to stand by her in conquest and cruelty, in warfare and wretchedness, for as long as your reign may last?

Colby Roads: Preacher, I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t know exactly what I was getting into. I came into EBW to be a champion, but what’s a king without a queen? So yeah, I take Queen Beryl as my wife, my partner in war, and the most dangerous force in this company. Together, we don’t just reign—we rule. I only wish my *lip quivers* father....could be here to see this.

Preacher Ra: And do you, Queen Beryl, ruler of the Dark Kingdom, eternal thorn in the side of justice, and holder of the EBW Women's Tag Team Championship, take this man, Colby Roads, to be your lawfully wedded co-conspirator in corruption, to crush your enemies together, for as long as your reign may last?

Queen Beryl: Colby, you were already powerful, but now? With me? No force in EBW or beyond will ever stop us. I accept this union... and the destruction it will bring to all who dare defy us.

Preacher Ra: Then by the power vested in darkness, by the Negaverse, and by the entire corrupt institution of professional wrestling, I now pronounce you Champion and Queen! Colby, you may now... seal the deal of doom, baby!

Colby pulled Queen Beryl in, and instead of a romantic kiss, the two shared a cold, knowing smirk before raising their championships in unison. The Dark Story erupted in celebration, taunting the Sailor Sensations even harder.

-

Apple Kid: THEY PRE-TAPED IT?!

Larry Grim: It seems that way. Colby and Beryl must have seen how wrestling weddings tend to work. Very smart on their behalf, but it appears that union is sealed and the Dark Story are a permanent force on Xcite now. The Sensations were meant to take on the Dark Story next, and it makes sense that it was pre-taped now. We really should have seen it coming.

Apple Kid: I didn't think about it too hard! Wait, Usagi was just attacked though!

Larry Grim: It appears that the Sensations are going to go into this one scout short.

Minako Aino: BUT FEAR NOT!

Apple Kid: Mina-chan!

Minako appeared with her cat Artemis on top of the announce table.

Minako Aino: When the cat's away, the mice will….JUST GET CAUGHT BY A DIFFERENT CAT!

Artemis: Oh brother.

Apple Kid: Hm?

Artemis: Uh…meow.

2. 109-Woman Tag: Makoto Kino/~~Usagi Tsukino~~/Minako Aino/Rei Hino/Ami Mizuno vs. Queen Beryl/Erica/Gianna Rambaldi/Yaten Kou/Taiki Kou
-The match opened with EBW Women's Champion Makoto Kino squaring off against Erica in a heated exchange of forearm shots. Makoto took early control, sending Erica flying with a hip toss and a hard running knee strike. The Sailor Squad used quick tags to keep the pressure on, with Rei and Minako connecting with tandem dropkicks that had the heels reeling.

Queen Beryl eventually turned the tide, raking Rei Hino’s eyes before tagging in Gianna Rambaldi, who used her technical prowess to overwhelm the opposition. Yaten and Taiki took turns isolating Ami Mizuno, cutting her off from her teammates and wearing her down with relentless strikes and submission holds.

The match broke down into chaos when Minako landed a diving crossbody onto a pile of wrestlers outside the ring. Luckily, they weren't all grouped together just looking at Minako, or that would be stupid. Inside, Queen Beryl snatched up Ami Mizuno and planted her with the devastating Dark Kingdom Drop, a vicious sit-out powerbomb variation, scoring the pinfall for her team. The villains celebrated their victory as the defeated Sailor Squad regrouped.
Winners: Queen Beryl[o]/Erica/Gianna Rambaldi/Yaten Kou/Taiki Kou via Dark Kingdom Drop to Ami Mizuno -> Pin

Larry Grim: An unfortunate loss for the Sensations, as Queen Beryl celebrates her marriage and her victory.

Apple Kid: MINA-CHAAAAAAAN!

Larry Grim: She looks fine, Apple.

Apple Kid: Oh. Oh right. Good….good.

Boss M’s Office

Trevor Mach stood in the center of the room, arms crossed, looking dramatic as always. Ninten leaned against the desk, while Boss M sat in a plush office chair, spinning slightly, pretending to listen but mostly scrolling on her phone.

Trevor Mach: Boss Wife, Ninten, I’ve called this meeting to make an important announcement.

Ninten: Oh no, you’re not retiring again, are you? That usually lasts about a week.

Trevor Mach: No, no. This is much deeper than that. *Pauses for dramatic effect, gazing out a nonexistent window.* When I accepted Christ as my Savior, I purged the darkness within my soul. But now... I must shed my kayfabe darkness as well.

Long silence. Ninten and Boss M's stared, waiting for elaboration. They received none.

Ninten: …Okay, cool. Um. What does that mean exactly?

Trevor Mach: No.

Ninten: What do you mean "no", you're not elaborating?!

Trevor turned and confidently walked out of the office, his jacket flowing behind him.

Ninten: What just happened?

Boss M's: No clue, but I love watching him leave.

She very obviously checked out Trevor’s backside as he walked down the hallway.

Ninten: ...Uh.

Boss M's: He said something earlier about Mt. Ordeals. Whatever that means.

Ninten: ...Oh.

Backstage

A dimly lit interview set, a single spotlight illuminating a round table. Across from each other sat Ana, the ever-professional psychic interviewer, and Grind, the high-flying, thrill-seeking Lucha Blader. Grind leaned forward, his mask slightly worn from years of battle, his fingers laced together as he spoke from the heart.

Ana: Grind, thank you for sitting down with me. There’s been a lot of talk lately about your journey—your past, your struggles, and now, your resurgence. But before we talk about your future, I want to take you back. Years ago, you had all the talent, all the potential, yet something happened that led you down a darker path. What was that turning point?

Grind: You ever make a mistake so big that you don’t even realize how much of yourself you lose in the process? That was me. There was a time when I had it all—a relationship, a support system, people who believed in me. But I let it fall apart. I didn’t fight for it. I let my pride, my ego, my own self-doubt push me away from the people who cared about me. And when I lost that? I lost me.

He leaned back, exhaling, his eyes flickering with regret beneath the mask.

Grind: I should have used that pain as fuel. I should have become better. But instead? I spiraled. I lost focus. I let every opportunity slip through my fingers, every big match become another reminder that I wasn’t who I was supposed to be. And somewhere along the way, I forgot what it meant to be a Jet Setter.

Ana: For those who may not know, explain what being a Jet Setter means to you.

Grind: The Jet Setters were about one thing—lighting the world on fire. We were innovators. We were risk-takers. We weren’t just trying to win—we were trying to make people feel something. Every match, every moment, we wanted to be electric. And I lost sight of that. I got bitter, I got reckless, and I stopped believing in what I was capable of.

Ana: So what changed? What made you decide that now is the time to put the past behind you and push forward?

Grind: I realized I was sick of being a footnote in other people’s stories. I’m not a washed-up high-flier who never lived up to his potential. I’m Grind, damn it. And if I want to be Grind again, I need to let go of the past, stop making excuses, and remind everyone why I was once considered the future of EBW. That starts with one goal—winning the CXJ Championship.

Ana: But there’s a roadblock. Switchback.

Grind: Switchback... refuses to let the past die.

Ana: What do you mean?

Grind: When I finally decided to move forward, he has decided to drag me back. He wants to remind me of my failures, of what I lost, of how I wasn’t there when it mattered. And I get it—maybe I deserve that. Maybe I have to answer for the mistakes I made. But that doesn’t mean I have to let them define me.

He leaned forward, voice steady, filled with conviction.

Grind: If I want to be CXJ Champion, if I want to reclaim my fire, I have to go through him. And I will. Because this isn’t just about a championship anymore. This is about proving to myself—and to everyone—that I am who I say I am. That I can still fly. That I can still light the world on fire.

Ana: So you’re saying this match isn’t just about revenge. It’s about rebirth.

Grind: Exactly. Switchback thinks he’s dragging me back into the past. But what he doesn’t realize... is that I’m dragging him into my future.

3. CXJ Division Singles: Grind vs. Switchback
-Grind entered the match with a game plan: hit hard, move fast, and stay ahead of Switchback’s tricks. The two former friends turned rivals circled the ring, Grind on his blades, and Switchback on his heelies. Grind looked confused as to why Switchback was here and picking a fight once again. He opened with a snap suplex, immediately following with a sliding elbow to keep the heel grounded. Switchback tried to slow things down, locking Grind in a headlock and dragging him into the ropes, demanding the referee force a break.

The tide shifted when Switchback raked Grind’s eyes behind the ref’s back and capitalized with a high-impact backbreaker. He attempted to put Grind away with a top-rope splash, but Grind rolled out of the way at the last second. Just as Grind mounted a comeback with a series of running knees and a spinning lariat, Switchback blatantly low-blowed him in front of the referee!

The referee had no choice but to call for the disqualification. As Grind writhed in pain, Switchback smirked and rolled away, clearly satisfied with escaping without taking a pinfall loss.
Winner: Grind via DQ

Larry Grim: A harsh result for Grind, who wanted a win, but not like that.

Apple Kid: Switchback's not done making life miserable for Grind yet. In fact, it seems like he's just getting started!

Larry Grim: Up next, we have the newly married EBW Champion Colby Roads in action, as the Dark Story take on the Weekend Wrecking Crew!

4. 6-Man Tag: Colby Roads/Troy/Snakebite vs. Geoff Garrett/Magnum PT/Point Man
-EBW Champion Colby Roads and Point Man started the match with a reliable and technical exchange, trading holds before Point Man gained the upper hand with a crisp armdrag and a running bulldog. The Crew worked well together, tagging in and out to keep Troy on the defensive, with Magnum PT dropping a series of elbows to keep the pressure on.

However, Snakebite changed the pace of the match by tripping Point Man from outside the ring, allowing the Dark Story to take control. The trio isolated Point Man, using quick tags and double-team moves to wear him down. Troy and Snakebite hit a brutal double suplex before Colby locked in a modified camel clutch.

Point Man finally made the hot tag to Magnum PT, who came in like a house on fire, flattening Troy with a spinebuster and leveling Snakebite with a clothesline. The comeback was cut short, though, as Colby Roads blindsided Magnum PT with the Cheese Shredder to secure the victory for his team. The Dark Story stood tall while the fallen heroes tried to recover.
Winners: Colby Roads[o]/Troy/Snakebite via Cheese Shredder on Magnum PT -> Pin

The lights dimmed as the crowd awaited the arrival of Bashin Dan, the former EBW Champion. The ring announcer’s voice echoed through the arena.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Bashin Dan!

His music hit, and Bashin Dan marched to the ring, a determined look on his face. He grabbed a microphone and paced for a moment before speaking.

Bashin Dan: So Boss M’s threw me a challenge, told me to come out here tonight, and set something up to see if I’m ready to reclaim what’s rightfully mine. That's why I'm here. You know me, I can never back down from a challenge. What fun would that be? But here’s the kicker—I don’t know who I'm facing yet. I have NO IDEA! But still, I NEVER back down from a challenge, like I said. And whoever is in that locker room tonight? Be ready. Because Bashin Dan...wants that EBW Championship BACK!

The crowd roared in anticipation, but suddenly, music from the Havok brand's Cheerleader Jenny hit. She skipped out onto the stage, awkwardly shaking pom-poms and winking at the crowd as she stumbled her way to the ring.

Cheerleader Jenny: Give me a D! Give me an A- wait...give me a D? No, don't do that. So look everyone, by pal Dan is ready to face a challenge! But wait, who’s ready to face him? Oh, you’re about to find out because someone just made the jump back to Xcite—and they’re ready to shake things up! And that someone is my B-baller boyfriend! The Slam MASTER! IT'S JAMMER!

The crowd gasped as Jammer, wearing his signature basketball jersey and shorts, stepped onto the stage with a cocky grin. Murmurs of shock spread through the arena.

Jammer: Dan the Man! Look who's back! You see, I’ve been out there, in the shadows. Watching the game. And you know what? I was floundering. I lost my way on Havok. But here? Here, I know who I am. This is where I belong. Xcite is where I rise, and I can’t think of a better way to prove that than by taking down my old buddy, Bashin Dan!

Dan looked at him, stunned. He had never expected Jammer to jump back to Xcite, especially not like this. Before he could respond, another theme hit—one that had been absent from Xcite for a long time. The arena fell into a hush before erupting in sheer shock as the "Mystic Bout Machine" Benjamin stepped onto the stage, accompanied by his girlfriend Lainey Strong.

Apple Kid: WHAT?! No way! Benjamin and Lainey Strong?! They're here too?!

Larry Grim: This... this is a power shift, Apple! Boss M's just turned the tide before Victory Explosion 19!

Benjamin stood at the top of the ramp, eyes locked on Dan with an eerie intensity. Lainey whispered something to him before smirking at the stunned crowd. Benjamin raised a microphone and simply said:

Benjamin: My friends, I came back for the fight. And I came back to win.

5. EBW Championship #1 Contender: Bashin Dan vs. Jammer vs. Benjamin
-The atmosphere inside the arena was electric as three longtime allies, brothers in arms, and members of Dan Club stepped into the ring, knowing only one of them could earn a shot at the EBW Championship. The fans were divided, chanting all three names, but when the bell rang, the friendship was temporarily put aside.

The three circled each other, none wanting to make the first move. Bashin Dan, the natural leader, extended a fist bump to both Jammer and Benjamin, a silent acknowledgment of respect before the battle. But respect or not, the match had to happen.

Benjamin struck first, launching himself at Bashin Dan with a lightning-fast single-leg takedown, trying to ground the ACE of Xcite. Jammer, the wild card, immediately broke it up with a running boot to Benjamin’s face, sending him rolling to the corner. That left Dan and Jammer standing across from each other, sharing a nod before locking up.

Dan used his technical prowess to transition into a hammerlock, but Jammer flipped out of it with agility, countering into a side headlock takeover. Dan rolled through, springing to his feet, only for Jammer to try a shoulder tackle. Neither man budged. Another shoulder tackle—still nothing. The third time, Dan ducked under, bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a flying forearm, finally dropping Jammer.

Benjamin, now back in the mix, grabbed Dan from behind and sent him flying with a Hagen suplex, bridging for the pin—1! 2!—Jammer broke it up!

Jammer pulled Benjamin up and laid into him with stiff Muay Thai-style knee strikes before attempting a ripcord lariat. Benjamin ducked it, hooked Jammer’s waist, and deadlifted him into a gutwrench suplex that shook the ring. The crowd exploded in appreciation of Benjamin’s sheer strength.

Bashin Dan recovered and stormed back into the fight, ducking a clothesline from Benjamin and hitting a Dragon Suplex! Instead of bridging, he rolled through, lifting Benjamin back up into a second Dragon Suplex! The crowd roared in approval as Dan prepared for a third—but Jammer leaped off the ropes and intercepted him with a springboard cutter!

The three warriors lay sprawled out on the mat, the crowd chanting, for each Xciter.

The first man to stir was Benjamin, who pulled himself to the ropes, eyes darting between his two closest friends. This wasn’t just a match anymore—it was a chance to prove he belonged at the top. With a guttural yell, Benjamin charged forward, leveling Jammer with a Spear before lifting Bashin Dan onto his shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry Slam.

But Dan slipped out, landed behind Benjamin, and delivered a snap enzuigiri to the side of his head! Benjamin staggered, and before he could react, Jammer sprang into action, grabbing Benjamin and spiking him with a brutal snap DDT!

Jammer and Bashin Dan now found themselves alone in the ring once again. They locked eyes. The crowd rose to their feet, knowing what was coming.

Jammer motioned for Dan to bring it. Dan cracked his neck, then charged forward. The two engaged in a ferocious exchange of forearm smashes, each blow echoing throughout the arena. Dan connected with a rolling elbow, but Jammer fired back with a jumping knee strike! Dan stumbled, and Jammer capitalized, hoisting him up.

But Dan fought out, slipping behind Jammer and rolling him up—1! 2!—Jammer reversed into his own pin—1! 2!—Dan kicked out!

As they scrambled to their feet, Benjamin launched himself off the top rope with a double missile dropkick, taking both men down at once! He wasn’t done—he grabbed Dan and hoisted him up, preparing for his Masamune!

Dan countered mid-air into a hurricanrana, sending Benjamin flying into the turnbuckles! The impact was brutal, and Benjamin slumped in the corner, barely conscious.

With Benjamin down, it became a one-on-one war between Jammer and Bashin Dan. Both men staggered to their feet, battered and exhausted, but their fighting spirit never wavered.

Jammer struck first with a spinning back elbow, but Dan ducked, countering with a superkick that sent Jammer stumbling backward. Sensing the end, Bashin Dan seized Jammer, pulling him in for a Brave Clash.

But suddenly, the Dark Story stormed the ring! Newly married EBW Champion Colby Roads, CP Munk, LG Rod, Randy no Kachi, Mamoru Chiba, Snakebite, and Troy! They attacked all three men, meaning the match had to be thrown out, much to the anger of the Xciters in the crowd.
Winner: No Contest

After the match, Colby and his gang continued to attack Dan, Jammer, and Benjamin. That's when Boss M's appeared on screen, flanked by Lucca and Minky Momo. Behind them was Java Coffington, but they didn't seem to notice.

Boss M's: Colby Roads, you son of a bitch! You think you can just ruin what promised to be the show stealing match of the year!? You think you can just do that?! So you ruined the end of the show. You ruined my big moment. You ruined my coup. OH GOOD FOR YOU! You don't realize just how badly you *bleep*ed up! That's right, Minky Momo, cover your ears, the Boss is using the adult words! You didn't want to face Dan, Jammer, or Benjamin. That's fine. Instead, you'll be facing Dan….AND Jammer….AND Benjamin! It will be a 4-Way ELIMINATION match for the EBW Championship at Victory Explosion 19! Everyone already knows those three can bring it! Can you?

Apple Kid: WOW! What an unbelievable shake up! The core members of Dan Club have returned to the same brand, BUT they are against each other at Victory Explosion 19, and caught right in the middle will be the EBW Champion Colby Roads!

Larry Grim: You never know WHAT'S going to happen in EBW! We'll see you at Ravage on EBS!

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Machismo · 3/09/2025 3:45 am

Roof of Iwata Memorial Arena

A Lakitu floated to the rooftop of Iwata Memorial Arena in Onett, under the night sky. The bright lights of the city flickered in the distance, but Boomtown stood tall, looking down at the town below with disdain.

Boomtown: Look at this place. This little, insignificant speck of a town. This is where the so-called heroes come from? This is where legends are made? Please. This is nothing but a washed-up relic of the past, just like the has-beens who call it home. Ness? A kid who peaked before he hit puberty. The legends of Onett? Overhyped fairy tales. And Sal Paradise? Just another fool who doesn’t know when he had it good. Sal, I want you to stand in front of that mirror and take a real good look at yourself. Look at that reflection and ask yourself if you really understand what you've done. Because, my old friend, you’ve made the biggest mistake of your career—no, of your life. You think you can walk away from me? From us? You think you can just challenge me and take this? You’re out of your damn mind. I made you, Sal. I pulled you out of the gutter, out of irrelevance, and I put you back in the spotlight where you belonged. I gave you a family, the only family you were ever going to have. And what did you do? You spit in my face. You threw it all away. I dragged you back to the top, and now you wanna come after me? You wanna challenge me? I don’t think you realize the kind of war you just started. You should be thanking me, Paradise. You should be on your knees, begging for forgiveness, because now? Now, I don’t see my "father figure" when I look at you. I see a dead man walking. You don’t belong in my world anymore, Sal. And at Victory Explosion 19, I’m gonna remind you why. You wanna take this from me? Then step up and try. But when I put you down, when I end whatever comeback story you think you’re writing, just remember… you did this to yourself.

Tommy Dukes: Welcome to Ness' hometown, in the iconic Iwata Memorial Arena, for another thrilling episode of Havok! Victory Explosion 19 is on the horizon, and we have our main Renegade main event! It's going to be the People's Choice Sal Paradise, winner of Rumble City, taking on his young protege turned enemy Boomtown for the World Championship! We also know that Paula is going to take on Heather Mach for the Women's World Championship! Tonight, we'll hear from Sal Paradise, and we've already heard from Boomtown. Someone get him down from there! I'm sure he'll witness the main event, that will see Sal Paradise take on Hotlanta. But right now, we have an interesting match to kick off the show.

Nerma: That's right, Little Mac signed a real blue chipper…or red chipper…when he signed the heroic Carter Grayson, and tonight the enigmatic scientist Dr. Pin A. Colada gives him a challenge. Let's check it out!

EBW: Havok
Iwata Memorial Arena, Onett
ENT

1. Singles: Carter Grayson vs. Dr. Pin A. Colada
-Carter Grayson wasted little time establishing control, using his speed and crisp technique to keep Dr. Pin A. Colada off balance. The oddball doctor attempted to frustrate Grayson with his usual antics, including accusing him of being a rock monster of some sort, but Grayson stayed focused. After dodging a surprise roll-up, Grayson countered with a devastating Lightspeed Ignition (Fireman’s carry into jumping Michinoku Driver), securing the pinfall victory in convincing fashion.
Winner: Carter Grayson via Lightspeed Ignition(Fireman’s carry into jumping Michinoku Driver) -> Pin

Tommy Dukes: A great win for Grayson, as Dr. Pin A. Colada seems to be happy about it as well. He's got the mic, let's hear what he has to say!

Dr. Pin A. Colada: That's a hard loss, Mr. Grayson, but like a kidney stone, it's going to pass. That's part of why I wanted to test you. See, this world is being invaded by the same creatures that took over my world, KIDNEY STONE MONSTERS! Now I can't say who created them, but he's a genius who wishes they would STOP EXISTING! I need you to join my team. I know about your past. I know about Lightspeed Rescue. That's why I think you'll be perfect to join my team, that will also surely include the likes of Christy Angel and Alison Chains…once I…ya know…ask them again. What do you say?

Carter Grayson: First off, this is my first time speaking to the fans, so let me say that it's an honor and privilege to be able to compete for you. Second of all, I think you need to receive proper medical treatment sir. You sound a little out of it. I may have hit you to the mat too hard, and for that I apologize. I'm only here to test myself and win, not to cause you excessive brain trauma. That being said, if you happen to be right, and something is going on, I would of course do my best to prevent a catastrophe. That's all I have to say. Thank you.

Dr. Pin A. Colada: Haha! He's totally in! You heard him right? No? Don't be stupid idiots! He totally said it! This calls for an umbrella drink by the beach!

Backstage

Lindey Moseby: If you sneeze, and I say God bless you. The only thing you say is thank you. I don't need to hear all of this, "how did you get in my house?" "Why is my window broken?" "I'm calling the police." Ain't nobody got time for that. I'm joined by the Women's World Champion Heather Mach right now and she's got something to say.

Heather Mach: I know what you’re all thinking. Can Paula do it? Can Paula recapture the gold once again? Will she stop Heather Mach in the middle of her LONGER overdue reign? Let’s be real here—Paula Polestar-Nester is outdated. I'm only assuming that's the last name. I never cared to check. She’s a relic from a bygone era, a rusted-out, broken-down doll who doesn’t even know she’s outlived her own relevance. And me? I don’t live in the past. I thrive in the now. I hunger for the future.

Heather stopped pacing, staring hard into the camera, her face twitching with delight.

Heather Mach: You people whine and cry about betrayals, but let me tell you something—I’d be more than happy to slip the knife into Paula’s back AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN! And this time, I’ll twist it. Because Judas Wolf isn’t just a nickname, it’s not just some cool moniker I slapped on a t-shirt—it’s a way of life. I have no loyalty. I have no conscience. I do what I want, when I want, to whoever I want. And if that means stomping out some washed-up legend who should’ve retired years ago? Oh, baby, sign me up!

She spread her arms, welcoming the chorus of boos from the crowd, her smirk growing wider.

Heather Mach: Paula, I guess this was always meant to happen. A Mach was going to take down your family. You just didn't anticipate that it was going to be me. I was the wolf lying in wait, baring my fangs, just waiting for the perfect moment to rip your throat out. And that moment? It’s coming. It’s inevitable. Because in this world, it’s survive or die. And Paula? You’re already dead. You just don’t know it yet.

2. Non-Title Tag: Cade Yaggis/Subculture vs. Zyro Kurogane/Dragon Shiryu
-A competitive and hard-hitting tag match saw both teams showcase incredible chemistry and athleticism. The champs Zyro-K and Shiryu relied on their striking precision and aerial skills, while Yaggis and Subculture brought a mix of power and high-impact offense. Cade and Subculture were still on good terms despite going from stablemates to competing pillars. The turning point came when Subbie intercepted Kurogane after belting Shiryu with the KO Punch. The incredible Dragon Shiryu took the punch like the incredible athlete he is, but he wasn't as lucky with the Cadebreaker, with "Trigger" planting him hard onto the mat for the three-count. A big win for the rising duo, while Zyro and Shiryu were left to regroup.
Winners: Cade Yaggis[o]/Subculture via Cadebreaker on Dragon Shiryu -> Pin

Tommy Dukes: Wow, a big win for Cade Yaggis and Subculture. They are competing Pillars now, but they still mesh well, and they just pulled off an upset here. Zyro-K is laughing about it, impressed with the duo. We just saw the World Tag Team Champions in action, buuuuuut-

Nerma: The titles weren't on the line. That being said the WOMEN'S World Tag Team Championships ARE on the line next, as the Sisters Angel take on the champs Hope Mach and Ripper Jane. That's right, THE BAD DUDETTES EXPLODE and that match is NEXT!

3. Women's World Tag Team Championship: Hope Mach(c)/Ripper Jane(c) vs. Christina Angel/Christy Angel
-The tension was high as the bell rang, signaling the start of the championship clash. On one side stood the reigning champions, Hope Mach and Ripper Jane—dominant, battle-tested, and confident. Somehow, Ripper Jane was focused and in control with Hope as her tag partner. On the other side, Christina and Christy Angel, a sisterly duo with championship pedigree, though something seemed amiss in Christy’s demeanor.

Hope and Christina started the match, a moment that had the crowd buzzing with anticipation. These two had been allies, best friends, and champions together in the past, and they knew each other’s every move. They locked up, and Christina smoothly transitioned into a wristlock, but Hope countered with a quick kip-up and a sweep, only for Christina to roll out and return the favor. The two exchanged counters in a dazzling display of technical wrestling, showcasing their chemistry and history as partners.

The match picked up pace when Christina ducked a spinning back elbow and hit the ropes, catching Hope with a running headscissors that sent her across the ring. Hope landed on her feet, but Christina was already in motion, springboarding off the ropes for a flying forearm that took her down for an early two-count. Hope responded with a hard knee to the ribs, taking control and tagging in Ripper Jane, who wasted no time laying into Christina with clubbing forearms and a gutwrench suplex.

Christy called for the tag, and Christina fought through the pain, escaping Jane’s grasp with a slick reversal into an arm drag. She dove for the corner, slapping Christy’s hand, but her sister stepped through the ropes without much urgency. While Christina rolled to the apron, catching her breath, Christy squared up against Ripper Jane. They locked up, and Jane immediately overpowered her, throwing her into the turnbuckle with a thunderous biel toss. Christy took her time recovering, avoiding Jane’s follow-up strikes and landing a sharp dropkick to the knee, briefly grounding the brawler. She hit the ropes and landed a running knee to the side of Jane’s head, scoring a two-count before Jane powered out.

The match became a war of endurance, with the champions methodically working over Christina, isolating her with double-team maneuvers. Hope, despite their friendship, was relentless, targeting Christina’s knee with precision. She wrenched at it in a kneebar, forcing Christina to scream in agony as she reached for the ropes. When she finally broke free, she was met with a brutal series of knee strikes to the ribs.

Christina’s resilience was on full display. Despite the pain, she caught Hope with a sudden Angel’s Wings, stunning the champion long enough to crawl to her corner. The crowd rallied behind her, chanting her name as she reached out… but Christy hesitated.

For a moment, it was unclear if she would even accept the tag. Christina, desperate, lunged forward, and Christy lazily slapped her hand. Instead of entering with urgency, she climbed in casually, surveying the damage done to Christina before stepping up to Hope.

Christy landed a few kicks, but Hope reversed an Celtic whip attempt and blasted her with a rolling elbow. Ripper Jane re-entered, and the champions executed a flawless double-team sequence, ending with Hope hitting a snap Hagen suplex. Christy barely kicked out, frustration evident on her face.

Christina reached for the tag again, and Christy glanced at her… before stepping back.

Confusion turned to disbelief as Christy dropped off the apron, arms crossed, shaking her head. The realization hit Christina like a ton of bricks—her own sister was walking away from her. She called after her, pleading, but Christy didn’t even look back.

Hope, clearly conflicted, hesitated for a brief moment before locking Christina in the Lebell Lock at the center of the ring. The pain was immediate and overwhelming. With no one to tag, no one in her corner, Christina fought with every ounce of strength she had, trying to claw her way to the ropes. Hope wrenched back even harder, her grip tightening. Christina’s hand hovered above the mat...but she refused to tap. The referee had no choice to call for the bell, as Christina had no one to tag and no chance of reaching the ropes.

The bell rang, but there was no celebration from Hope Mach. She released the hold and sat back, looking down at Christina with sympathy. Ripper Jane, on the other hand, simply raised her arms in victory, another successful defense in the books.

Christina lay on the mat, staring toward the ramp where Christy had vanished, betrayal painted across her face. Hope extended a hand to help her up, but Christina barely acknowledged it, too stunned by what had just transpired. That's when Christy returned to the ring. She looked apologetic, but instead of taking her sister's hug, she kicked her in the targeted knee, before flipping off Hope and running off.
Winners: Hope Mach[o]/Ripper Jane via Lebell Lock on Christina Angel -> Referee Stoppage -> Title Defense!

Nerma: I can't believe what we just saw! I can't believe that Christy would do that to her sister! What's going on here?! It's unreal!

Tommy Dukes: I think she's tired of living in the shadow of Christina. That's how she must feel anyway.

Nerma: I think we have Lindy Moseby earning her paycheck backstage, so let's see how that's working out!

Backstage

Lindy Moseby: I wasn't really watching, but I'm told you were up to all sorts out there. What's going on Christy?

Christy Angel: Christina, you're nothing but a selfish person! You never listen to me! You never care what I want! You always think you know better! You wanted to cut out my friend?! You wanted to just insert yourself in this new dynamic because we're sisters!? I never ASKED for you to do that! I didn't want you to! I'm sick of living in your shadow, but you're too selfish to understand that! YOU'RE TOO DAMN SELFISH! That's why I left the match! That's why I kicked your leg out of your leg!

Lindy Moseby: …You did what?

Christy Angel: YOU'RE TOO DAMN SELFISH!

As Christy paced in anger, Alison Chains walked up and put her hand on her shoulder.

Alison Chains: I just woke up for a three day coma, and I have no idea what's going on, but I'm sorry.

Alison then took off her eye patch to reveal she still had her eye.

Lindy Moseby: What are you doing?

Alison Chains: Huh? I had to wipe away a tear.

Lindy Moseby: You still have your eye?!

Alison Chains: Yeah.

Lindy Moseby: Why are you wearing an eye patch?!

Alison Chains: Looks cool?

Lindy Moseby: Then whose eye is in that jar?!

Alison Chains: …I don't remember.

One Eyed Jack's

Bartender Jackie was frantically pacing around his bar, looking around.

Jackie: Where is it? Where is it?! How can I tell people how I lost my eye, if I lost my eye again?!

4. Singles: Dynamic Dougie vs. Mav Valentine
-A back-and-forth battle saw Mav Valentine try to outmuscle Dynamic Dougie, but the energetic underdog refused to back down. Dougie's relentless movement frustrated Valentine, who struggled to keep him grounded. After escaping a Valentine’s Vice attempt, Dougie capitalized on a brief opening and nailed the Dynamic DDT, driving Mav face-first into the mat for the three-count. A huge momentum boost for Dougie as he celebrated an impressive victory.
Winner: Dynamic Dougie via Dynamic DDT -> Pin

Little Mac's Office

Little Mac: Sal, I don’t need to tell you that things are changing around here. You’ve seen it firsthand—Jammer’s gone, he jumped ship to Xcite. And with that, the Pillars of Havok are down a man. You know what that means? It means I’m naming you as the Fourth Pillar of Havok."

Sal Paradise: Guess that means I can officially challenge for the World Championship now, huh?

Little Mac: Damn right. Under my new system, only the Pillars get that shot. You want Boomtown? Now you’ve got him. But I ain’t handing you anything, Sal. You know that. You earned it. You won Rumble City. I didn't hand this to you.

Sal Paradise: Wouldn’t want it any other way.

He stepped back, letting the moment settle. Then, with a deep breath, he turned toward the camera—because this message wasn't just for Mac, it was for Boomtown, for the fans, for the world.

Sal Paradise: Boomtown... I remember when you were just a cocky kid with something to prove. I took you under my wing, showed you the ropes, helped you find your way. And for a while, I thought of you as family. But now? Now you’ve got a championship, and your ego’s out of control. You’re standing on top of the world, looking down on everyone like you built that mountain all by yourself. But let me remind you of something, champ—I helped build you. And if I built you, that means I know exactly how to break you. I wanted you to be better, Boom. I wanted you to prove to yourself that you were more than just another loudmouth. But you made your choice—you turned your back on me. You turned your back on the people. And that’s fine... because if they choose me, then I’ll choose them. The fans? They can be my family. And together? We’re gonna bring the Paradise Era back to Havok.

5. Singles: Sal Paradise vs. Hotlanta
-The energy in the arena was electric as Sal Paradise, the beloved People's Choice, stepped into the ring, ready to take on the dangerous and ruthless Hotlanta. With Victory Explosion 19 fast approaching, all eyes were on Sal, especially those of EBW World Champion Boomtown, who stood at ringside with his title slung over his shoulder, watching intently.

From the opening bell, Hotlanta wasted no time going after Sal, targeting his ribs and lower back with calculated strikes and knee lifts. His strategy was clear—he wasn’t just trying to win; he was trying to take Sal out before his title match. A vicious Celtic whip into the turnbuckle nearly folded Sal in half, and Hotlanta followed up with a running lariat that sent him crumbling to the mat. He stomped away at Sal’s midsection, grinning as he shouted toward Boomtown, "This your challenger?! He ain't making it to Victory Explosion!"

Hotlanta's confidence grew as he delivered a brutal series of suplexes, each one shaking the ring. A Hagen suplex sent Sal rolling to the outside, where Hotlanta followed and continued the assault, ramming him back-first into the steel barricade. The referee warned Hotlanta to bring it back inside, but he was too busy laughing, relishing the punishment he was dishing out. He grabbed a chair, but before he could use it, the ref threatened a disqualification, forcing Hotlanta to throw it aside.

Sal, clutching his ribs, struggled to his feet. The crowd willed him on as Hotlanta tossed him back in and prepared for the kill. He set up for a Super Kick, but Sal ducked at the last second! Hotlanta’s leg hit the ropes, and Sal capitalized with a desperate Dragon Screw that sent him crashing to the mat. It was the opening Sal needed.

Summoning his fighting spirit, Sal fought back with everything he had—sharp Euroland uppercuts, rapid jabs, and a textbook snap suplex that showed his technical mastery. The crowd roared as Sal climbed to the Bret's rope, and delivered a diving elbow straight to Hotlanta’s sternum. The tide had turned.

Boomtown leaned forward, watching with narrowed eyes as Sal pulled Hotlanta up and went for the Paradise Lock, but Hotlanta elbowed out of it and hit a snap powerbomb out of nowhere! The cover— 1! 2! No! Sal kicked out! Frustration boiled over as Hotlanta dragged Sal up, looking for a Burning Hammer, but Sal reversed in mid-air and countered with a tilt-a-whirl DDT!

The crowd exploded as Sal shot to his feet, fired up, and signaled for the end. Hotlanta stumbled up, dazed, and walked straight into a Spinebuster. Sal went to the top rope this time and landed the Perfect Sky! The impact was thunderous, and Sal hooked the leg—1! 2! 3!
Winner: Sal Paradise via Perfect Sky -> Pin

Tommy Dukes: Boomtown is thinking about jumping in, but the World Champion is being held back by Generator. He says that he wants a piece of Sal Paradise next! The People's Choice has another challenge waiting for him on the road to Victory Explosion 19! We came, we saw, we TOOK IT TO THE RING, but we're not done this week! We'll see you on The Storm! Goodnight!

Machismo · 3/12/2025 1:14 am

Tommy Dukes: Welcome to the Mad Gear Bar, where the drinks are watered down, but the action is not! Sorry bartender, but I see the size of the ice cubes you're putting in those glasses! I just wanted a bit more scotch with my glass of water! *clears throat* Well that almost guarantees that the Mad Gear Gang is going to damage my car. *sigh* We have some fun action for you tonight on this awesome AWESOME road to Victory Explosion 19! Taking place in the Gulf of Eagleland, we know that we're going to see Sal Paradise challenge Boomtown, and we're going to see Paula challenge Heather Mach, but the field is still WIDE open for more dream matches at the Great Uncle of them ALL! We begin tonight's show with Faris Kain, the Pirate Queen, and wife of superstar Jackson Kain. She'll be taking on Val Dorado in one-on-one action. Let's take it TOOOO the ring!

EBW: The Storm
Mad Gear Bar, South Town
ENT

1. Lady Renegades Singles: Faris Kain vs. Val Dorado
-A showcase of technical prowess and hard-hitting action, this match saw Faris Kain and Val Dorado pushing each other to the limit. The contest started with Dorado using her agility and striking ability to keep Kain on the backfoot, peppering her with sharp kicks and quick takedowns. However, Kain responded with her signature power-based offense, countering a flying crossbody into a thunderous backbreaker. Dorado fought back, nearly stealing the win with a crafty roll-up, but Kain powered out and turned the tide with a stiff lariat. After withstanding Dorado’s last-ditch effort, Kain planted her with a Blue Thunder Bomb, followed by the Anchor Drop for the emphatic victory.
Winner: Faris Kain via Anchor Drop -> Pin

Tommy Dukes: Faris Kain with the win! A good win it was, that'll propell Faris back to a match with the Women's World Champion, but whomst've will be champion when that time comes? We'll find out IN THE D- GULF OF EAGLELAAAAAND!

Backstage

Zyro Kurogane stood in the bustling backstage area, fixing his hair in a nearby mirror. He adjusted his jacket before turning to face the silent, yet ever jovial Java Coffington, everyone's favorite coffee cup mascot. Java simply stood there, steaming lightly, as Zyro smirked and addressed him.

Zyro Kurogane: You know, Java, I really don’t get why people keep doubting me. I mean, look at me! Handsome, skilled, the fastest striker in the game. Team Samurai? We’re the real deal. And yet, these people think they can step up to us? I don’t think so. Every time I step into that ring, it's a five-star performance. Every time I lace up these boots, history is made. Every time I breathe, it's a moment worth remembering. And you—you get it, don’t you? You’re a refined connoisseur of greatness. A man of culture, even if you are… y'know… a cup.

Java Coffington, true to his nature, remained silent, though the steam from his lid rose slightly, as if acknowledging Zyro’s words.

Zyro Kurogane: Yeah, I knew you would. You know, you don’t just listen, you understand.

Before Zyro could continue, the eccentric Dr. Pin A. Colada burst onto the scene, throwing himself into the frame as if he had just uncovered a conspiracy of intergalactic proportions.

Dr. Pin A. Colada: Zyro! Just the samurai I needed to see! Disaster looms, my friend! We are in the midst of an invasion, an insidious menace, one that lurks within us all! A battle unseen, unfought, unappreciated!

Zyro Kurogane: What… are you talking about?

Dr. Pin grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him slightly.

Dr. Pin A. Colada: THE KIDNEY STONE MONSTERS, MAN! They are real! And they are coming! Tiny, jagged, merciless boulders of pure agony, forged in the depths of human misery! I need Team Samurai at my side, for this is a battle that cannot be fought alone! I'm gonna get Carter Grayson, The Gamer Girlz, and Team Samurai-

Zyro Kurogane: Yeah, no. I don’t do crazy. I do championships, main events, and looking like a star. So, uh, best of luck with… whatever the hell you just said.

With that, Zyro walked off, leaving Dr. Pin A. Colada alone with Java Coffington, who remained still, steam rising from his lid. Dr. Colada leaned in, eyeing Java suspiciously before a wide grin spread across his face.

Dr. Pin A. Colada: Ahh, but you… you have the look of a hero. Sturdy, dependable, caffeinated! Tell me, Java—have you ever considered becoming a Sodaranger? I mean I know you're technically COFFEE, but think about it! We could be rolling in money to fund my research in the fight against the Kidney Stone Army! Serious money, I mean the kind that folds, friend! We’re talking about endorsements, action figures, a potential line of premium coffee flavored energy drinks, that will eradicate those STUPID IDIOT KIDNEY STONES! You could make some serious GREED!

Before Java could silently process this dubious business proposal, the air shifted. A presence was felt. A single cough, a clearing of the throat. Then, stepping into the light, appearing as if summoned by the mere mention of the color, came… Mr. Herb.

Mr. Herb: You said green?

Dr. Pin A. Colada: Ah, a fellow visionary! A fellow connoisseur! You understand the value of green, my good man!

Mr. Herb: Yeah… I understand it well. I AM green. But I’m also retired.

A tense moment of silence followed as Mr. Herb and Dr. Colada stared each other down, while Java Coffington, as always, remained unmoved. The steam from his lid rose in a slow, dramatic swirl. He tried to slowly offer them both some coffee as the scene faded to black.

-

Tommy Dukes: Next up, we have Amigo, the crazed grappler with a mean streak taking on….wait…what's this? Jaxton Saxton James? Branson Paxley? Who are these guys? Where did they come from? Why do their names sound like they were picked out of a hat? Did we pluck them out of some sort of developmental system?

2. Handicap: Amigo vs. Jaxton Saxton James/Branson Paxley
-From the moment the bell rang, it was clear this was nothing more than a brutal display of dominance by Amigo. The veteran toyed with his outmatched opponents, effortlessly countering their desperate strikes and tossing them around the ring like ragdolls. Branson Paxley tried to rally with a dropkick, only to get caught mid-air and slammed into the mat with a spinebuster. Jaxton Saxton James fared no better, getting flattened by a running knee. Amigo methodically locked in the Kimura on Paxley, wrenching it in tight and forcing the tap in under two minutes.
Winner: Amigo via Kimura to Branson Paxley -> Submission

Amigo: THIS IS WHAT YOU GIVE ME?! This is what I'm worth?! Two nameless nobodies—sacrificial lambs—fed to me like scraps to a starving dog?! You people wanna talk about ‘pillars’? You wanna talk about the foundation of this company? Then tell me WHY THE HELL AM I NOT ONE OF THEM?! Zyro Kurogane, the pretty-boy striker. Cade Yaggis, the wannabe with a name no one respects. Subculture, punch drunk loser. THESE are your ‘pillars’? THESE are the guys who hold up the weight of this company?! Let me make something real clear. I don’t need Mac’s blessing. I don’t need some golden invitation. What I NEED is what I’ve always needed—blood, war, destruction, and absolute dominance! And if I have to rip through every last one of them to take my rightful place, THEN SO BE IT! Zyro Kurogane—I'm gonna shut your mouth so tight you’ll be sipping through a straw for the rest of your life! Cade Yaggis—I’ll prove that ‘strength’ means nothing when you’re staring up at the lights with your arms limp and useless! And Subculture? You might be fast, but I swear to you, I will be faster. I AM NOT A STEPPING STONE! I AM NOT AN AFTERTHOUGHT! I AM AMIGO! I AM THE REAPER! I AM THE NEXT PILLAR, AND NOTHING—NOTHING—IS GOING TO STOP ME! YEEEEAAAAH!!!

Backstage

Backstage, Lindy Moseby was standing by with Ness.

Lindy Moseby: I like the strong and silent type, Ness, but you're not silent anymore, nor are you a loser who lives at home with mama, so that's not a project I can work on.

Ness: Uh…

Lindy Moseby: Tonight, you're in action, but you're not alone, you're getting help. Here's where I need help. I need help deciphering the symbols I see when I close my eyes. What are they? I've been seeing these symbols behind my eyelids ever since the strange man with a book started showing up at the arenas we go to. I'm the only one that can see him. Last night…I saw him at my house! Standing at the edge of the street. Why was he at my house? He pointed at the sky. Now the symbols are there, and they don't go away. They are ALWAYS there. Should I go to the doctor? Who is the man? Someone let me know in the comments, and make sure to like and subscribe! Wait, I was talking to Ness. Ness? Where'd Ness go? Neeeeessss?

3. Tag: Ness/Flying Man vs. Jackson Kain/Mav Valentine
-This tag team showdown began as a respectful yet intense contest, with the legendary Ness and the ever-courageous Flying Man testing their skills against Team Samurai's Jackson Kain and Mav Valentine. The match kicked off with Ness and Valentine exchanging crisp chain wrestling, countering and reversing each other’s holds with fluid motion. Flying Man then tagged in, bringing an aerial element to the match, soaring through the air with a breathtaking springboard dropkick that sent Kain reeling.

As the match progressed, Jackson Kain’s ruthless efficiency took over. He and Valentine cut off Flying Man from Ness, isolating him in their corner with quick tags and stiff strikes. Mav landed a picture-perfect snap suplex before tagging Kain back in, who continued the beatdown with a series of brutal knee strikes.

Flying Man refused to quit, slipping out of a powerbomb attempt to tag in Ness. The arena erupted as Ness cleaned house, hitting Mav with a rolling elbow and Kain with a backdrop suplex. The former World Champion nearly secured victory after a PK Rockin', but Valentine broke up the pin just in time. The match broke down into a wild brawl, with all four competitors trading blows.

In the closing moments, Flying Man attempted to soar one more time, looking for a flying attack, but Kain caught him mid-air with a devastating Shadow Kick, cutting him down instantly. The impact echoed through the arena as Kain made the cover, securing the hard-fought victory for his team.
Winners: Jackson Kain[o]/Mav Valentine via Shadow Kick to Flying Man -> Pin

Tommy Dukes: What a main event, and that's a big comeback win for Team Samurai. Mav lost an upset to Dougie Mach on Havok, so-

Suddenly, the World Champion Boomtown grabbed the headset off of Tommy Dukes and make the Lakitu focus on him.

Boomtown: Shut up Dukes! No one cares! That wasn't any kind of boom to end the show! You want a boom? Tell Sal Paradise to be at Havok next week. You make sure he's there. You make sure he's WATCHING!

Tommy Dukes: …Ow…my neck. It hurts, but not a lot. Just enough to be annoying. Maybe I should get some ice?

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Machismo · Today 2:02 am

Boss M's Office

Lucca brought Boss M's a cup as she was busy typing away on her computer.

Lucca: Hard at work, sir?

Boss M's: Damn right I am. I am just finalizing a deal to hire someone that's going to keep the outside malarkey from interfering with the matches they officiate.

Lucca: Oh yeah? A new ref?

Boss M's: …Not just any ref. I'm really proud about this on-

M's took a drink from the cup, before spitting out a stream of the liquid for a comically long amount of time right into Lucca's face.

Boss M's: What the hell is this, Lucca?!

Lucca: It's water, sir! You need to hydrate more! All you drink is Dr. Pepp-

Boss M's: *gags* ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!?

?: That would make things so much easier for a lot of us.

Boss M's: …I know that voice anywhere…and I wish I didn't.

M's mother in law Tess stepped through the doorway, into the now water soaked office.

Tess: You only took a sip of that water. How is there this much on the ground?

Lucca: *cleaning swirly glasses* That's what I'd like to know.

Boss M's: Literally don't worry about it. What the *bleep* are you doing in my office? What are you doing in this city? This world for that matter!

Tess: Missed you too. Listen, I know that you and Tracy have a past that would make zombie Jerry Springer blush.

Boss M's: It's true. I told him all about it in Threed.

Tess: But at the end of the day, no matter what has happened, she's money, and you know that. Yet, you throw her against Erica for a laugh, and then you embarrass her by pitting her against the new girl?

Boss M's: She embarrassed herself.

Tess: …Your father and I would like-

Boss M's: *gags* I don't really like to think about you and my father.

Tess: Be that as it may Tali, it's your reality, and you have to live in it.

Boss M's: You underestimate my escapism.

Lucca: It's true. She enters fugue state and-

Tess: Leave!

Lucca: Right. Leaving.

Boss M's: *harshly under her breath* NO! DON'T LEAVE ME WITH HER!

Tess: Tali, I just want to talk about Tracy's future. The past needs to be left in the past.

Boss M's: You know, Trevor was talking about that. He left for a little excursion. Said he was ready to put the past behind him and step forward. I can NOT step forward, because I don't take steps. I just have to roll with it, but I'm pumping the brakes. I'm NOT leaving the past in the past. I don't trust YOU and I don't trust HER. You've wasted your time coming here.

Tess: Apparently. Are you always such a stubborn tight ass?

Boss M's: You'd have to ask Trevor. I have no idea.

Tess: *shudders* Not what I meant.

Boss M's: You were just leaving.

Tess: Apparently. I'll see you again soon Tali.

Boss M's: Whenever that is, it'll be too soon for me. *sigh* I'm stressed out. I need something to drink.

Lucca: Here. Drink this, sir.

Boss M's: Oh thank you Lucca.

M's took a drink before spitting it out in Lucca's face again.

Boss M's: MORE WATER?! WHERE'S MY DR. PEPPER?!

Larry Grim: Welcome to Twoson Park. It's a bright and sunny day, and you know what that means! Kite flying, biking, and walking your dogs! The dogs….keep trying to bury me. It ALSO means that it's time for some awesome EBW action from the Xcite Brand, the only brand that XCITES because it's literally in our name and the other guys do other stuff! Alright, so we have three big matches for you today, STARTING with a doozy. Lainey Strong, back from training with her father Mayor Strong, and Cheerleader Jenny, the former Jenny James, have jumped ship with Benjamin and Jammer, and they're taking on the Dark Starlights, Taiki Kou and Yaten Kou. It looks like Seiya Kou, they're "brother?" is going to keep a close eye on the action. Let's get to it!

EBW: Ravage:
Twoson Park, Twoson
EBS

1. Women's Tag: Lainey Strong/Cheerleader Jenny vs. Taiki Kou/Yaten Kou
-Brand jumpers Lainey Strong and Cheerleader Jenny made a dynamic duo, blending Strong’s technical prowess with Jenny’s high-energy athleticism. The Dark Starlights worked with their usual ruthless precision, isolating Lainey for a long stretch and targeting her arm to nullify her suplex-heavy offense. However, a crucial miscalculation from Taiki allowed Lainey to escape and make the hot tag to Jenny. The reluctant cheerleader stormed in, delivering powerful forearms and a spinning backfist that rocked Yaten. As Taiki tried to intervene, Lainey cut her off with a Hagen Suplex, leaving Jenny to hoist Yaten up for the Pom Pom Bomb, which is a sit out powerbomb, but she grabs her opponent by the...pom poms...securing the victory.
Winners: Lainey Strong/Cheerleader Jenny[o] via Pom Pom Bomb to Yaten Kou -> Pin

Larry Grim: If Apple Kid were here, he'd have marked out over the Pom Pom Bomb, I'm sure of it. A good win for the two ladies, and it seems like the jump has energized them. We're happy to have them as Xciters! They certainly Xcite! That's Xciti- I'm just going to stop with that right now. We have a real treat for you up next, as the reigning EBW Tag Team Champions, Rama Raju and Komaram Bheem have laid out their thoughts on the upcoming dream match against the Mega Dudes!

Backstage

The Lakitu faded in to reveal Rama Raju and Komaram Bheem, the reigning EBW Tag Team Champions, seated in a dimly lit studio. The championship belts rested on the table in front of them, their golden plates gleaming under the soft lighting. A quiet intensity lingered in the air, as the two men exchanged a brief glance before Raju began to speak.

Rama Raju: People always ask us how we became a team, how two men with such different pasts could come together and stand at the top of the tag division. The truth? We were never meant to be partners. We were never meant to be friends. But fate... fate had other plans.

Komaram Bheem: It started with a fight. A brutal, unforgiving war. We didn’t like each other, we didn’t trust each other, but we respected the way we fought. I saw a man who wouldn’t break, and he saw the same in me. And when the time came, when it was us against the world, we stood together. We became more than just partners—we became brothers.

Rama Raju: That’s why these belts mean everything to us. We fought for them, we bled for them, and we proved that our bond is stronger than any team in EBW today. That includes the Mega Dudes.

Komaram Bheem: Make no mistake, we respect them. Tack Angel and Trevor Mach are legends in their own right. They live, breathe, and fight for wrestling just like we do. We know what they bring to the ring. But respect? Respect won’t stop us from fighting with everything we have.

Rama Raju: Speaking of...Trevor Mach. Every time we’ve fought, something has stopped me from putting you down. But this time? There won’t be any of that. No escapes. No excuses. Just you and me. And I’m going to prove, once and for all, that my fire burns brighter and hotter. Trevor, you’ve made a career out of surviving. Out of walking away when others would fall. But this time? I’m not letting you walk away. You will fall.

Komaram Bheem: We are the EBW Tag Team Champions. We are the strongest bond in this division. And at Victory Explosion, we will prove it to the world.

2. Women's Singles: Astrid Rúnsdóttir vs. Hilda Iceheart
-The clash between Astrid Rúnsdóttir and Hilda Iceheart began with a tense stare-down, both competitors exuding Nordic pride and a determination to prove their superiority. They locked up in a test of strength, with Astrid overpowering Hilda momentarily, only for Hilda to break free with a knee to the gut. Hilda immediately worked the ribs, driving Astrid into the corner and delivering stiff shoulder thrusts before whipping her across the ring and charging in with a running high knee.

Astrid staggered but responded with a clubbing forearm that sent Hilda reeling. The two exchanged stiff strikes, each shot echoing through the arena as the crowd winced at their brutality. Hilda ducked under a lariat attempt and caught Astrid with a stiff Saito Suplex, floating over for a pin attempt that only got two. Hilda then transitioned into a grounded sleeper, wrenching at Astrid’s neck and ribs to sap her energy. Astrid struggled but managed to stand, lifting Hilda onto her back before backing into the corner and sandwiching her against the turnbuckles.

With momentum swinging in her favor, Astrid hoisted Hilda onto the top rope, looking for a superplex, but Hilda fought back, landing vicious headbutts that forced Astrid to step down. Hilda attempted a Diving Double Axe Handle, but Astrid caught her mid-air, using her raw power to counter into a spinebuster for a near fall. Fired up, Astrid pulled Hilda up and delivered a stiff Ura-Nage, but Hilda managed to kick out.

Hilda, realizing she needed to change tactics, feigned another knee strike but instead rolled Astrid up in a tight cradle, nearly stealing the win. Furious, Astrid exploded forward with a devastating running big boot, staggering Hilda before hoisting her up and planting her with the Ragnarok Driver. This time, Hilda stayed down for the three, giving Astrid the hard-fought victory.
Winner: Astrid Rúnsdóttir via Ragnarok Driver -> Pin

Larry Grim: Another impressive win for Astrid! I'm not even going to TRY and pronounce that last name. I don't have the tongue for it. I don't have a tongue at all in fact! Moving on, we heard that Trevor Mach, wanting to shed the darkness that had long made him EBW's "dark hero" was on his way to Mt. Ordeals, to claim the light that could help him beat the darkness within.

Mt. Ordeals

Trevor Mach stood at the base of Mt. Ordeals, gazing up at the ominous yet strangely pixelated peak. The wind howled, but it was oddly soothing. He adjusted his leather jacket, taking a deep breath.

Trevor Mach: Alright, Mach, time for a little redemption.

Each step up the mountain felt heavier, as if the very weight of his darkness resisted his ascent. As he climbed, ghostly figures emerged from the mist—manifestations of his wrestling past. The first, a younger, cockier version of himself, stood in his way, smirking.

"Viewtiful Trevor": You really think you can just drop the bad man act? You were born for violence, revenge, and breaking people’s spirits!

Trevor Mach: Only for the bad guys! I'm the bad man that beats up bad men! Now, step aside before I suplex my own past self into the next dimension.

The specter scoffed but dissolved into mist, defeated by the sheer force of Trevor’s self-awareness.

Further up, he encountered another vision—this time, his most infamous feud, a rival.

"Rufus Poochyfud: You destroyed me! You reveled in the chaos! The darkness is who you are!

Trevor crossed his arms.

Trevor Mach: You think so? Apparently I feel some guilt for ruining your life? It wouldn't have come to it, if you hadn't been dead set on ruining mine, on ruining the lives for my friend. I did what I had to do. I shouldn't feel ashamed of that. I have to admit though, I did enjoy it. Maybe that's the problem, but I'm putting it behind me. Also, you signed a waiver, so technically, I owe you nothing.

As he pressed on, the air grew thick with golden light. The legendary Paladin Spirit of the mountain appeared before him at the peak.

?: Trevor Mach, to become a true force of good, you musts be letting go of your past ways. Embrace honor, righteousness, and—

Trevor Mach: Hold on, hold on. I can embrace honor, sure. But I’m still gonna throw hands when needed. Righteousness? Cool, I’ll aim for that. But let’s be real, if someone cheap-shots me, I’m returning the favor. And I’m definitely still suplexing people. I came here to cleanse myself of the darkside of wrestling, but I still LOVE wrestling. I love it like I love my faith, my family, and the red, white, and blue. I've had my ups and downs with the sport to be sure. I spent a lot of time trying to fight the way it was changing, and make it more like MMA. I love MMA as well. I love the Bushido code we established. That being said, I don't need wrestling to become MMA, I can just bring that attitude to wrestling, and show why I think it's the best thing going. A little righteous machismo never hurt. A little

?: Righteous machismo? I'm a moon spirit indwelling the peak of a mountain, but even that's a new one on me.

Trevor Mach: I like to keep people on their toes.

?: You must be prepared to face the light.

Trevor Mach: Absolutely.

?: And let go of hatred.

Trevor Mach: Working on it.

?: And let go of the past.

Trevor Mach: Sure.

?: Including the 80's.

Trevor Mach: Not happening. In fact, I intend to be MORE like the 80's.

?: …..This is acceptable. Receive now, the light you've come for Trevor Mach. Though your soul was already saved by God, your kayfabe cleansing has been attained.

With a flash of light, Trevor transformed. Gone was the ominous cloud over his head, replaced with a heroic light.

Descending the mountain, Trevor felt lighter, renewed. He had shed his kayfabe darkness... mostly. But as he grinned, he knew one thing: no matter how much light he embraced, someone was still getting battered.

Because justice still required Burning Machismo.

Backstage

Backstage the Lakitu followed Tracy, as she marcheed through the hallway, clutching a Bible that had never been opened, but had her face on the cover. She spotted newcomer Astrid Rúnsdóttir, who was casually leaning against a crate, stretching her arms after her match. The towering, battle-hardened neon warrior was still glowing with the rush of competition.

Tracy: Oh, sweet merciful heavens above, protect me from this wicked sight!

Astrid Rúnsdóttir: Wicked sight? Wicked awesome maybe. Is this because I beat you in my debut?

Tracy: No, no, my misguided child, it’s not about that! I have seen the signs! You wear the markings of a pagan heathen! A lost lamb, adrift in the storm of Nordic blasphemy!

Astrid Rúnsdóttir: Oh, this ought to be good. Go on, I’m listening.

Tracy: It is written in the… uh…Good Book, that those who wear the sigils of the old world shall be led astray! You worship Odin, don’t you?! Thor? Loki?!

Astrid Rúnsdóttir: Neon Valhalla is a state of mind, not a religion. It’s about fighting your hardest, living to the fullest, and basking in the glow of your own legend. It’s about stepping into the ring and earning your place in history.

Tracy: That just sounds like a fancy way of saying you haven’t found the light yet!

Astrid Rúnsdóttir: And you sound like someone who got humbled in the ring and can’t handle it.

Tracy: T-That’s not what this is about!

Astrid Rúnsdóttir: You sure? Because I’m starting to think this whole holier-than-thou routine is just you covering up how bad it felt when I dropped you on your head.

Tracy: I do not let my faith be rattled by such carnal things as losses!

Astrid Rúnsdóttir: So you’re admitting I rattled you, though?

Tracy: I—I—THE POWER OF TRA- GOD COMPELS YOU!

Astrid Rúnsdóttir: Keep telling yourself that, sister. Just make sure you’re ready when we step into the ring again. Because in Neon Valhalla, we don’t pray for victory—we take it.

Astrid walked off, leaving Tracy standing there, fuming, clutching her book.

Tracy: Lord above, grant me the strength to smite a Viking… in the most godly way possible of course.

3. EBW CXJ Championship: Masao Kurenai(c) vs. Grind
-The EBW CXJ Championship match promised a clash of styles, with Masao Kurenai’s lightning-fast counter-striking and aerial prowess pitted against Grind’s luchablade recklessness and fearless attitude. The two shook hands before the bell, then wasted no time going at it, with Masao attempting to control the pace with rapid kicks to the legs. Grind absorbed the damage and responded with a blistering sequence of offense, ducking under a roundhouse kick and rebounding off the ropes for a springboard headscissors takedown.

Masao rolled through and quickly got back to his feet, launching into a rolling solebutt kick that caught Grind square in the ribs. He followed up with a snapmare into a stiff kick to the back before attempting a Fujiwara armbar, but Grind rolled out of it, backflipped to create distance, and then sprang to the top rope for a moonsault that Masao barely dodged.

The action spilled outside as Grind hit the ropes and launched himself through them with a TOPE SUICIDA, only for Masao to counter mid-air with a vicious jumping knee strike. The impact sent Grind crumpling to the floor as Masao slid back into the ring, calling for the referee to count. Grind stirred at seven and barely beat the count at nine, dragging himself back into the ring.

Masao immediately pounced, lifting Grind up for a Fisherman’s Buster, but Grind countered mid-move, flipping behind Masao and hitting a poison rana, spiking the champion on his head! The crowd roared as Grind climbed the turnbuckles, looking for the 450 Splash, but Masao rolled out of the way at the last second, sending Grind crashing hard. Masao capitalized with a stiff Buzzsaw Kick, then went for a brainbuster, but Grind twisted out of it, bouncing off the ropes for a handspring cutter that got an incredibly close two-count!

The champion and challenger both staggered to their feet, exchanging forearm strikes in the center of the ring. Masao suddenly transitioned into a flurry of palm strikes and spinning kicks, finishing with a Step-Up Enzuigiri that knocked Grind loopy. Just as Masao and Grind were about to collide again, Switchback sprinted down the ramp and slid into the ring, blindsiding Grind from behind with a running knee strike!

The referee immediately called for the disqualification, awarding Grind the match but leaving the title with Masao. The champion, frustrated by the interference, went up top with the Kiva Dive, that forced Switchback to switch...back...into retreat.
Winner: Grind via DQ -> No Title Change!

Larry Grim: Dang it! Switchback ruins another exciting match up! I'm tired of this, and I think Boss M's is as well, because-

Boss M's: I'm TIRED OF THIS!

Larry Grim: Yeah…that.

Boss M's appeared on the big screen.

Boss M's: I want my main events to actually HAVE A FINISH! Oh Switchback, you got one over on Grind again? OH GOOD FOR YOU! Enjoy it, cause the next time you two face off, you're going to have a special referee that's going to ensure that WE GET A CONCLUSION! IT'S NONE OTHER THAN-

The lights in the EBW arena suddenly dimmed. A single spotlight beamed onto the entrance stage as a hauntingly familiar melody began to play. The fans murmured in confusion as the screen above the stage displayed the words:

"OFFICIAL JUDGMENT HAS DESCENDED."

Smoke billowed from the entrance tunnel. Slowly, with deliberate steps, Sephiroth emerged—but something was… different. Instead of his long, flowing black coat, he wore a crisp black-and-white striped referee uniform, tucked into his ominous black leather pants. A referee whistle dangled from his neck. He adjusted his gloves as he took in the confused but awed crowd reaction.

Sephiroth—no, Refiroth—slowly raised his arm, revealing a custom-made referee armband adorned with his signature silver emblem. He pulled a microphone from his pocket and raised it to his lips.

Refiroth: Judgment has been cast. The weak shall be eliminated… by pinfall, submission, count-out, or disqualification.

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