Outside of the Citrus Suite Resort

A limo pulled up to the building as Colby Roads and Queen Beryl exited one side. The vehicle lifted slightly as the other occupant left from the other side. Big Chugga Chungus was surrounded by women who were standing near him, but still not letting him touch them. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Make way. Make way for the next EBW Champion. That's right, it's going to be me!

They walked into the resort and made their way to the bar. A woman was trying to grab a tray of drinks off the counter, and Big Chugga Chungus went to help her. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Here m'lady, let me help you with that. I'll take them to your table.

Woman: Oh! Thank you! That drink is for my sister. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Alright. 

Woman: That one is for my friend over there. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Right. 

Woman: And that one is for my boyfriend. 

Big Chugga Chungus: *bleep* off! 

Woman: Wha?!

Big Chugga Chungus dropped the tray of drinks on the ground and waddled away in an angry huff. He went outside where he saw another woman carrying an expensive looking vase. 

Big Chugga Chungus: M'lady, let me help you with that. 

Woman #2: What? Oh wow! Sure! I'd love that. 

Big Chugga Chungus: A lady is in distress, and I'm here to rescue her. 

Woman #2: They say chivalry is dead, but you're making a strong case for a comeback. 

Big Chugga Chungus: I'm always ready to help a beautiful lady. I help the ugly ones too, but you're in the former camp. Where am I taking this? 

Woman #2: Right down the street. I'm moving in with my boyfrie-

Big Chugga Chungus: *bleep* you!

Big Chugga Chungus dropped the vase, shattering it on the ground and he waddled away in an angry huff. He walked around the corner and found a woman trying to untangle her dog from a light pole. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Here, let me help you with that. 

Woman #3: Oh thank you! I guess I needed a shorter leash. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Allow me to walk the little guy for you. 

Woman #3: Thank you. You're such a gentleman. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Well, it has been said that I am a gentleman, but not a gentle man. Hahaha! Can I accompany you? 

Woman #3: Sure! I have to get scruffy back to my boyfriend's pla

Big Chugga Chungus: *bleep* off! *bleep* you!

Chungus snapped the leash and tossed the dog into the ocean before waddling off. He went back to the limo. 

The Auditor: Something troubling you, Chungus? 

Big Chugga Chungus: My newfound irresistible rizz is being WASTED on sluts and whores! When are these bitches going to realize they all belong to me now! They're mine to do with as I please! 

The Auditor: Soon…very soon. You're one step away. 

Big Chugga Chungus: …

The Auditor: You signed on the dotted line. I'm not just one who takes stock and indulges in suffering, I'm a man who keeps his contracts. Don't let anyone treat you as an option. You're inevitable, a horror beyond all comprehension, an omen, a threat. Now come on, it's time for your photo shoot. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Photo shoot?






Photographer: That's right! The camera loves you, baby! Ignore the lens cracking five times. That's uh….that's normal. That happens ALL the time! 

Big Chugga Chungus: That's right, ladies. Drink it in. Take in all of the Chungus. 

Photographer: You're sweating so profusely. We're gonna need more shirts. Wardrobe change! 



Photographer: What are you pointing at? 

Big Chugga Chungus: You know what I'm pointing at. 

Photographer: I don't know what you're pointing at. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Come on, lady. You know what's down there. 

Photographer: What's down there? 

Big Chugga Chungus: I don't have my shorts on. This one is risque for the ladies! 

Photographer: I know what you're saying. I get what you're trying to do, but I don't see anything! 

Big Chugga Chungus: Oh…I think the flap is blocking the shot. Here. Can you see it now? 

Photographer: I don't want to see it. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Yeah, but can you? 

Photographer: No.

Big Chugga Chungus: What?! 

Photographer: I'm even zooming in. 

Big Chugga Chungus: IT'S NOT THAT SMALL!!!

Photographer: Pull the shorts up. Change the shirt! We need to get you over here by the water. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Yeah…yeah I'll do that, but just know that I have shrinkage right now. 

Photographer: …You haven't been in the water. 

Big Chugga Chungus: Whatever! This is embarrassing, I-

Photographer: Should run.

Big Chugga Chungus: What?

Photographer: RUN! 

Big Chugga Chungus: Oh, a running shot to show I'm an athlete. Great idea, but I can only run for five to ten seconds. Here I go! 



Big Chugga Chungus: I'm running! Wait, who's that behind-

Jammer: GET BACK HERE YOU BIG CHUGGA BITCH! 

Big Chugga Chungus: OH NO!!! 




Larry Grim: Welcome back to the Citrus Suit Resort, for the final Xcite before The Great Eagleland Bash! We have a fiery show for you tonight! A DREAM MATCH in the main event! The new Shonen Protags on the block are defending their newly won EBW Tag Team Championships against Bashin Dan and Jammer in the main event! 

Forgetful Ray: That's great! 

Apple Kid: Do you know who the EBW Tag Team Champions are? 

Forgetful Ray: Have you mentioned their names today? 

Apple Kid: No.

Forgetful Ray: Then nope! I have no idea! 

Larry Grim: That would be Matt and Tai, the Digi-Destined. They shocked everyone with how well they worked together last week, and took advantage of being the underdogs to make history and capture the EBW Tag Team Championships. The friends seem to have strengthed their bonds. 

Forgetful Ray: Which helps them summon personas? 

Apple Kid: Where do you think we are right now? 

Forgetful Ray: Where's Mr. Andrews and Caveboy! 

Larry Grim: 3'dPW! See, I actually had an answer for that one. Our new developmental partner 3'dPW! 

Forgetful Ray: I like Curry Man. Where's Precure Danny? 

Apple Kid: He put on a surgical mask and walked into a fighting game tournament, and we haven't seen him since. He blended in too well. 

Larry Grim: We don't have time to be answering random, unrelated questions. We need to talk about how big tonight's going to be. What a main event, but we're also going to hear from Benjamin before he challenges Chungus at GEB, the winner will become the EBW Champion! 

Sal Paradise: And I can't wait to figure out who THAT is going to be! 

Apple Kid: Sal Paradise! It's the EBW Super Champion! What are you doing here? 

Sal Paradise: I've been sitting beside Ray this whole time! 

Forgetful Ray: Did I forget to tell you? 

Apple Kid: You know that's a bad habit! Before we get to the main event, we have so much action. Later I hope we find out WHY Rei and Ami BETRAYED The Sailor Sensations. They BETRAYED my Mina-chan! BETRAYAL! BETRAYAAAAAL!!!

Larry Grim: We MIGHT hear from them later, but right now, we have exciting CXJ Division action, as Maseo Kurenai, newcomer Jonas Silvermoon, Yami Yugi, and Seto Kaiba face off, with the winner getting the next shot at Grind! 

Sal Paradise: The Super Champion versus the CXJ Champion. Exciting concept? Give us your thoughts in the comments below, and remember to smash the like button and click that bell! 

Apple Kid: This is on television. 

Sal Paradise: …I'm trying to catch up.

EBW: Xcite
Citrus Suite Resort, Solandra
ENN

1. CXJ #1 Contender: Maseo Kurenai vs. Jonas Silvermoon vs. Yami Yugi vs. Seto Kaiba
-The match opened under the red sun set skies of Solandra, with the Citrus Suite Resort crowd electrified from the first entrance. Maseo Kurenai was the first to appear, dancing and shaking hands with the crowd, thrilling the crowd with every step. Seto Kaiba followed in a pristine white trench coat, sneering at the crowd as holographic Blue-Eyes projections lit the arena behind him. Yami Yugi emerged in full Pharaoh regalia, the Millennium Puzzle glowing ominously around his neck, while Jonas Silvermoon soaked up the cheers with a confident smirk and a dramatic twirl of his cloak.

The bell rang, and Kaiba immediately targeted Yugi, reigniting their eternal rivalry with brutal precision. They traded heavy strikes and slams, Kaiba nearly catching Yugi with an early Kaiba Cutter. Meanwhile, Jonas and Maseo paired off in the opposite corner, with Maseo delivering stiff kicks to the high-flier’s chest, grounding him early. A sharp roundhouse to Jonas’ ribs echoed throughout the arena.

Kaiba attempted to take control with a double clothesline, but Maseo ducked and responded with a devastating spinning heel kick that took the CEO off his feet. Yugi capitalized, leaping from the second rope with a diving elbow to Kaiba's chest, followed by a classic Dark Magician neckbreaker.

Jonas, meanwhile, rebounded with a beautiful handspring back elbow to Maseo, followed by a springboard dropkick that sent the CXJ warrior to the outside. With Kaiba momentarily stunned, Jonas hit the ropes and launched into a gravity-defying Tope con Hilo, taking out Maseo and Yugi at ringside in one fluid motion. The crowd exploded.

Back in the ring, Kaiba nearly ended it with a Cyber-End Slam on Yugi, only for Maseo to break the count with a diving double stomp. The four combatants continued to battle in a flurry of fast tags, sharp reversals, and brutal strikes. At one point, Maseo locked Kaiba in a dragon sleeper while Yugi and Jonas brawled outside, only for Kaiba to power out with sheer rage.

In the final minutes, Kaiba hit a thunderous Blue-Eyes White Dragon Suplex on Yugi, but Maseo superkicked him out of the ring before he could cover. Maseo attempted to capitalize, climbing the top rope for a Kiva Dive, but Jonas sprang to life and pushed him off, sending him crashing through the timekeeper’s table. Jonas quickly scaled the ropes and launched into a breathtaking Moonsault, catching Yugi flush.

The referee counted: 1… 2… 3!

The newcomer Jonas Silvermoon stood tall, catching his breath as the crowd chanted his name. Seto Kaiba seethed on the outside, questioning Silvermoon, while Yugi lay dazed and frustrated in the center of the ring. 
Winner: Jonas Silvermoon via Moonsault on Yami Yugi -> Pin 

Sal Paradise: The new guy with the win! Look at that! 

Larry Grim: The high flying, gypsy acrobat took the win, but Seto Kaiba doesn't look happy about that. Here comes Johnny Starbound who also doesn't look happy about that. They're questioning him about a "plan" it looks like. 

Apple Kid: Talk about a backfire in the plans of the CXJ Division. The gypsy Xciter is already looking impressive, and the CXJ Division is better than ever. 

Larry Grim: Hey, what if I floated the idea of Women's CXJ Division your way? 

Sal Paradise: I'd accuse you of heavy drug use! 

Larry Grim: I'm a skeleton! 

Sal Paradise: How am I supposed to know if a sentient skeleton can get high or not? You hide behind that whole, Grim Reaper thing a lot! 

Larry Grim: …To be fair, it's a good defense for most of life's woes. Seriously though, we have another Luchadora coming soon to EBW, and she's got a familiar last name. It's the sister of El Mago. Her name? Abra Mago!



Sal Paradise: *heart eyes* She's gorgeous! 

Apple Kid: Uh-oh, the Super Champion has literal heart eyes. 

Larry Grim: Sal, you're going to be on hand for The Great Eagleland Bash, aren't you? 

Sal Paradise: *drools* 

Larry Grim: Sal? 

Sal Paradise: Huh?! What?! Yes! The Great Eagleland Bash! How could I NOT show up for the celebration of our great country! 

Apple Kid: Aren't you from Alpenburg? In Eurola-

Sal Paradise: I'M SO FROM EAGLELAND! I LOVE THE RED, WHITE, AND BLUE! I'm going to be on hand to crown the next EBW Champion. 

Larry Grim: That's right, and we were GOING To hear from Big Chugga Chungus at this point ahead of that match, but after an attack earlier in the day by Jammer, it appears he's not coming out of his locker room! Jammer is certainly happy about that.

Dan Club Locker Room

Jammer was all smiles as Benjamin, Basin Dan, Cheerleader Jenny, and Officer Lainey Strong laughed at his reenactment of the earlier events. 

Jammer: So I caught up with him, and SMAAAAASSSSHED that chair over his back! He was all like "Ow my fused spine! I have no cartilage there!" Ya know, lies and bullshit! Hahahaha! 

Benjamin: I shouldn't be that thrilled about it, considering how much I love a fair fight, but for some reason, I feel like he deserved that one. 

Bashin Dan: I think for once we're in agreement about that. Does that makes us bad? Have we finally been corrupted by the negative forces in EBW? 

Cheerleader Jenny: No, that prick had it coming. 

Bashin Dan: But-

Cheerleader Jenny: Don't think about it too hard, Dan. Look a new Battle Spirits pack. 

Bashin Dan: OH! 

Jammer: Seriously though, Chungus stabbed us all in the back. It could've been a lot worse. If that's all he gets, he's still fortunate. I'm just thrilled I got the drop on him! Everything is coming up Jam-

Suddenly, the door was kicked open by Boss M's, but it was more like Lucca using M's foot to kick the door open. 

Boss M's: JAMMER! GET YOUR HAIRY ASS IN MY OFFICE! NOW!

The room fell silent, as Jammer looked around at everyone. He started making his way towards the door, but slowly turned around once more. 

Jammer: Every…SINGLE…one of you, knows that my ass isn't hairy. Yet none of you spoke up. I will NEVER forget that. 

Benjamin: …

Bashin Dan: He's right. We're cowards.

Backstage

Johnny Starbound and Seto Kaiba followed Jonas Silvermoon to the back, and stood in his way. 

Johnny Starbound: What the hell was that? 

Jonas Silvermoon: It appeared to be a victory for Jonas Silvermoon. 

Seto Kaiba: Did you forget something? We have a plan! 

Jonas Silvermoon: No, YOU had a plan. I had my own plans. 

Seto Kaiba: After what I paid to get you where you are? 

Jonas Silvermoon: You paid for my services one time. We had no formal agreement beyond that. The word of my people is our bond, and I carried out my end of the deal. You got your win, and I jumped right onto the brand I wanted to be on. It's just that simple. If you wish to work out another deal in the future, I'd be happy to-

Johnny Starbound suddenly threw a punch at Jonas, and he and Seto Kaiba started to attack him together. Grind, Maseo Kurenai, and Yami Yugi made the save, and forced them to back off. 

Jonas Silvermoon: My thanks to you gentlemen. Forgive the deception last week, but it was part of the arrangement. 

Maseo Kurenai: We're not unfamiliar with masked opponents.

Yami Yugi: It is shocking when anyone can get along with Seto Kaiba though. That guy is a real jerk. 

Jonas Silvermoon: It was only business. That was a financial transaction. THIS however, was a favor you granted me, and I won't soon forget that. When I challenge for the CXJ Championship, it will be face to face, and not via knife to the back. 

Grind: Can't wait.

2. Women's Tag Rei Hino/Ami Mizuno vs. Cheerleader Jenny/Officer Lainey Strong
-From the moment their music hit, it was clear Rei Hino and Ami Mizuno were not the smiling, justice-loving Sailor Guardians fans remembered. Draped in sleek, custom versions of their Sailor uniforms—black-trimmed and ominous—they walked to the ring without fanfare, their eyes cold and unreadable. Gone were the cheers. In their place? Boos and confused murmurs as the crowd began to realize just how much Rei and Ami had changed.

Cheerleader Jenny bounced onto the stage next, awkwardly twirling her baton, missing, and clobbering a fan with it, and trying to keep the mood light, followed by Officer Lainey Strong, who strutted with authority, blowing a whistle and hyping up the crowd. The two fan favorites slid into the ring with energy and enthusiasm, but the smug smirks on Rei and Ami’s faces told the story: they weren’t impressed.

The bell rang, and Ami started off against Jenny. The contrast in demeanor was stark—Jenny extended a hand in sportsmanship, but Ami slapped it away and immediately shot in with a double-leg takedown. She transitioned smoothly into a grounded headlock, wrenching Jenny’s neck at an agonizing angle. Jenny escaped with a kip-up and arm drag, firing up the crowd with a series of fast-paced counters and a hurricanrana that sent Ami to her corner.

Rei tagged in, stepping through the ropes with methodical intent. Jenny, still smiling, clapped her hands to rally the crowd—only for Rei to deck her with a brutal spinning back elbow. The cheers died instantly. Rei dragged Jenny to the corner, and from there, it was a slow, systematic dissection. Rei and Ami began tagging in and out, cutting the ring in half and isolating Jenny from Lainey.

The crowd grew more and more agitated as the Sailor duo taunted fans, mocking Jenny's cheer routines and even imitating her pom-pom dance before driving stiff knees into her ribs. Every time Lainey tried to interfere, the referee held her back—giving Rei and Ami the perfect opening for double-teaming. A corner choke here, a cheap shot there. They worked like precision instruments.

Jenny finally managed to roll away from a double suplex attempt and leap to tag in Lainey Strong. The crowd erupted as Lainey stormed the ring like a tornado, flattening Ami with a clothesline, tossing Rei with a back body drop, and hitting a massive spinebuster on Ami. She rallied the crowd, motioning for the Strong Arm Slam—but Rei cut her off with a sneaky chop block to the back of the knee.

The tide turned once more. Ami, seeing her opening, locked in the Mercury Lock—a brutal, modified seated STF—right in the middle of the ring. Lainey struggled valiantly, clawing her way toward the ropes, but Rei leapt off the apron and pulled the bottom rope back just out of reach.

With nowhere to go and her leg torqued to the brink, Lainey had no choice but to tap out.
Winners: Rei Hino/Ami Mizuno[o] via Mercury Lock on Officer Lainey Strong -> Submission

After the match, EBW Women's Champion Usagi Tsukino, Makoto Angel, and Minako Aino came down to the ring to try and talk to their friends, but before they could get to them, Yaten Kou and Taiki Kou cut them off, all four attacking at once. 

Sal Paradise: Oof! The numbers game is on the side of Queen Beryl now, with Ami and Rei playing red rover and coming on over to the dark side. 

Apple Kid: *sigh* Poor Mina-chan. She just wants an explanation. 

Larry Grim: Doesn't look like we're getting one tonight. What we ARE getting tonight though, is a fireworks show of red, white, and blue before the Eagleland Championship #1 Contender match. As you all know, July 4th is coming up, and we're going to be celebrating the big day here in Solanda, the newest Eagleland territory. We're going to be importing freedom, justice, and  gas stations….lots of gas stations. 

Apple Kid: We're going to be celebrating our nation, remembering the troops that fought in the Zealstrailia robot wars, AND remembering key moments such as the creation of the Constitution. 

Larry Grim: Did you know that many of EBW's notable stars actually had ancestors that were there at the signing of the Constitution? 

Apple Kid: Really? 

Larry Grim: Yep! I was there too! Let's check it out! 

Sal Paradise: WE CAN DO THAT?!

National City 178X

In a small room in the new capital of Eagleland, the men that forged the document that gave Eaglelanders their freedoms, deliberated on exactly what they would include in the incredible landmark moment that would define Eagleland for hundreds of years. 

Thaddeus w00tingham: And so we are resolved, our first amendment to our constitution is as follows. Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press, or of the people peaceably to assemble! 

Francis Scott Mach: I get the feeling that the first part is going to bite us in the ass in 250 years time. 

George Nessington: Well done everyone. This truly solidifies the causes we justly fought for. 

Thaddeus w00tingham: Yes indeed! What shall we inscribe as our second amendment? 

A man in a blue suit, powdered wig, and shades, who was casually sitting in the corner suddenly spoke up. 

?: Guns. 

Thaddeus w00tingham: Excuse me?

The man leaned forward and lowered his shades. 

?: Guns. 

Francis Scott Mach: I don't hate that! 

Thaddeus w00tingham: I do! It's ridiculous! Sir, what is your name? 

?: Tackleton. 

Thaddeus w00tingham: Tackleton what?

Tackleton: Tackleton don't you worry about it. 

Thaddeus w00tingham: Well Tackleton, what would history say about us, if the second right we inscribe in the constitution is "Guns?" 

Tackleton: That we don't play. 

Francis Scott Mach: Damn, that's actually kind of sick. 

Thaddeus w00tingham: No no no. It's ludicrous. 

George Nessington: Now now hold on. We did just give everyone the right to say whatever crazy stuff they want. Wouldn't this gun thing sort of balance that out? 

Tackleton: Bingo. 

Thaddeus w00tingham: Yes, but wouldn't the possession of a gun embolden people to say even more crazy things? 

Tackleton: Bro, what? 

Thaddeus w00tingham: Gentlemen, we can not just have an amendment that says guns. What about guns?
 
Tackleton: Having them. 

George Nessington: I love it. 

Francis Scott Mach: Who is this guy? Why isn't he running this? 

Thaddeus w00tingham: Tackleton sir, where are you from exactly?

Tackleton pulled out a rolled cigarette, leaned into a candle and lit it up. 

Tackleton: Eagleland. 

Thaddeus w00tingham: Which city? 

Tackleton: A united one. 

Francis Scott Mach: Put this man on the money! Immediately! 

Thaddeus w00tingham: "Have guns?" Really gentlemen? That's what we want the second amendment to be?! HAVE GUNS?! 

Tackleton: Chill bro. Not "have guns", but "bear arms!" 

Thaddeus w00tingham: Alright, I'm sold. That sounds awesome. You won me over Tackleton. 

Tackleton got up and dusted himself off. He began to head for the door. 

Tackleton: Well, my work here is done. 

Francis Scott Mach: Wait! Tackleton, will we ever see you again? 

Tackleton: Depends on where you look.

Tackleton pumped his fist in the air, before walking away. 

-

Larry Grim: I would see Tackleton again one day, but that's another story. 

Apple Kid: Where were you during that? 

Larry Grim: I was actually there…to uh…collect Tackleton. He got shot after leaving the room. That's the other story I wasn't going to mention. 

Sal Paradise: Yikes. My ancestor must've been in that room too. 

Larry Grim: No, he fought for Foggyla-

Sal Paradise: DAMMIT!

3. EBW Eagleland #1 Contender: Mamoru Chiba vs. Jaden Yuki
-There was an air of disdain as Mamoru Chiba walked down the ramp. Dressed in a black cape and black tights with silver trim, he radiated confidence and purpose. Mamoru was here to take his supposed rightful place in the spotlight. His eyes burned with quiet intensity, and when he entered the ring, he placed a single red rose on the top turnbuckle, a gesture to signal he was ready for war.

Jaden Yuki, meanwhile, bounded onto the stage like it was Duel Academy Spring Break. Flashy red jacket, big grin, finger guns for the crowd—he had charisma dripping from every pore. Fans roared with approval as he slapped hands and shouted “LET’S GET OUR GAME ON!” into a roaming camera. But when Jaden saw Mamoru standing stone-still in the ring, his expression sobered. He knew he wasn’t just facing another opponent—he was facing royalty.

The bell rang, and the match began with a tie-up that quickly turned aggressive. Mamoru used his size and strength advantage to muscle Jaden into the corner, delivering malicious, crisp forearms to the chest. Jaden ducked a wild swing and responded with lightning-fast kicks and a dropkick that sent Mamoru reeling into the ropes.

The match became a chess match, fittingly, as Jaden used high-octane offense—arm drags, tilt-a-whirl headscissors, and a beautiful flying crossbody—to frustrate Chiba. Every time Mamoru tried to ground him, Jaden was back on his feet, bouncing off the ropes like he had rubber in his boots.

But momentum is fragile.

Jaden attempted a high-risk springboard moonsault, only for Mamoru to sidestep at the last second. Jaden landed awkwardly, clutching his side. Mamoru immediately pounced, driving repeated knees into Jaden’s ribs, then hoisting him up for a punishing back suplex that nearly folded the duelist in half.

Mamoru’s offense was surgical. Every slam, every suplex, every elbow was delivered with princely precision. Jaden was no stranger to adversity, though. He rallied with a surprise inside cradle for a near fall and followed up with a desperation Enzuigiri that rocked Mamoru and got the crowd back into it.

“LET’S GO JADEN!” chants echoed through the resort as he climbed the ropes and nailed a diving leg lariat, nearly putting Mamoru away. But when he attempted an Elemental Finale—his tribute to Neos in the form of a twisting vertical suplex into a knee strike—Mamoru countered mid-motion into a Reversal Neckbreaker that spiked Jaden into the mat. Mamoru put his foot disrespectfully on Jaden's chest and pinned him for the win. 
Winner: Mamoru Chiba via Reversal Neckbreaker -> Pin 

Sal Paradise: The disrespect! People used to like that guy? 

Apple Kid: Usagi definitely traded up. 

Larry Grim: Mamoru Chiba will be getting the Eagleland Championship match against Tack Angel at The Great Eagleland Bash. The world will be watching to see if the Star Spangled Prince's patriotism can thwart this latest attempt by The Dark Story to throw a little black onto the red, white, and blue. Up next, is a match you should be very interested in, Sal. Luca Blight is in action, and he's taking on Chad Salad and Tony Wonder in a Handicap Match. 

Sal Paradise: I've had eyes on Blight since he hit the scene. You'd better believe I'm watching.
 
4. Handicap: Luca Blight vs. Chad Salad/Tony Wonder
-The lighting dimmed as thunder cracked over the Citrus Suite Resort’s speakers. The mood shifted. 

Luca Blight, clad in tattered royal armor and dragging a sword behind him, stalked down the ramp to a haunting, dissonant orchestral theme. The “Mad Prince of Highland” was here, and the crowd’s unease was tangible. He wasn’t just a wrestler. He was a curse given flesh.

In contrast, Chad Salad and Tony Wonder were timid on their entrance, with Tony trying to show the ref a shark bite as an excuse to get out of the match, but to no avail. 

The moment they entered the ring, Luca didn’t wait for the bell. He charged like a wild animal, shoving the referee aside and crushing both men with a double clothesline that nearly turned them inside out. The bell rang in chaos as Luca dropped to one knee and began pummeling Tony Wonder’s face with closed fists. The ref hesitated to break it up, and seemed too intimidated to call for a DQ. 

Chad tried to mount some offense, delivering a dropkick to Luca’s back. It staggered him, barely. Luca turned with a twisted grin and screamed, “PIGS!” before grabbing Chad by the throat and launching him into the corner with a two-handed choke toss.

Tony attempted to run—actually run—out of the ring, but Luca yanked him back by the hair and bit his forehead. The crowd gasped. Blood trickled. 

Chad crawled to his feet, knocked Luca down and, in a last-ditch show of courage, climbed to the top rope and delivered a beautiful 450 splash that landed perfectly on Luca’s chest. For a split second, the crowd believed… until Luca sat up.

Eyes wide. Blood smeared on his lips.

He grabbed Chad mid-stumble and delivered the Boar's Execution. Then he turned to Tony, lifted him overhead with no effort, and dropped him with a Powerbomb onto Chad. He laid them beside each other and pinned them both for the win. 
Winner: Luca Blight via Boar's Execution x Powerbomb -> Double Pin 

Apple Kid: Well that went about as expected! What did you think about that Forgetful Ray? 

Forgetful Ray: When are the Sailor Scouts wrestling? 

Apple Kid: They're called Sailor Sensations now…and they already did. 

Forgetful Ray: Oh. 

Apple Kid: That Luca Blight has had a lot of success already, hasn't he? 

Forgetful Ray: Yep. 

Apple Kid: What has he done Ray? 

Forgetful Ray: He just won the match. 

Apple Kid: Before that. 

Forgetful Ray: No idea. 

Apple Kid: …The Team Championship Rings? 

Forgetful Ray: Sure. 

Sal Paradise: Only a matter of time with him. Only a matter of time. I-

Suddenly, Colby Roads appeared by the announce table. 

Colby Roads: Don't you worry about him, Sal! Eyes on me! 

Sal Paradise: You lost your shot, Colby! Don't blame me that Benji embarrassed you! 

Colby Roads: I want a match! At The Great Eagleland Bash! I want a match against you! I don't care if it can't be for the title! I'm going to PROVE that I can beat you! I'm going to PROVE that I'm better than you! 

Sal Paradise: You're going to PROVE that you don't learn from your mistakes! You want to make things worse? You want to dig that hole even deeper? Fine with me. The People's Choice doesn't feel like sitting around and waiting for a title challenger anyways. You want it? You got it. 

Larry Grim: WOW! A HUGE match was just added to The Great Eagleland Bash! Super Champion Sal Paradise is going to take on Colby Roads! It's a grudge match, people! Can't wait to see that one! For now though, we still have the main event ahead of us. The Digi-Destined are going to defend against Dan Club. A true test for the new champs. Can they survive this huge challenge?

Backstage

Good News Gary: Good News Everyone! Good News Gary is here to tell you the Good News that the two teams are on their way to the ring as we speak, but before that I'm joined by Astrid Rúnsdóttir! The Neon Valkyrie herself as something she wants to say! 

Astrid Rúnsdóttir: While I don't consider my business with Tracy settled entirely, she has suddenly gone missing. While she's gone, Neon Valhalla cries out for battle, and it shall have it! Listen to the beat. You feel it, Gary? 

Good News Gary: Uh…maybe? 

Astrid Rúnsdóttir: It's leading me towards the Sensations. They seem to be outnumbered a little bit. If they're looking for an ally, I'd be more than happy to even the score. 

Good News Gary: Wow, that's awesome news for the EBW Women's Champion and-

Good News Gary was suddenly pushed aside, but an imposing and powerful figure, who just entered the resort. 

Good News Gary: Wha? Was that who I think it was?! What was that all about? Where is he going in such a rush? 

5. EBW Tag Team Championships: Matt(c)/Tai(c) vs. Bashin Dan/Jammer
-The Citrus Suite crowd was buzzing before the bell even rang. Four of EBW’s most dynamic competitors were about to clash for the tag team gold, and everyone expected fireworks. Champions Matt and Tai, the Digi-Destined Duo, came out united, wearing matching red and blue ring gear with their Digivices proudly strapped to their wrists. Tai, as always, was fired up, while Matt maintained his cool rockstar composure.

Their challengers, Bashin Dan and Jammer, entered with equal confidence. Dan marched in proudly with his Battle Spirits credentials on full display, while Jammer hyped up the crowd by going for three and missing entirely, knocking down the same fan that got hit by Jenny's baton earlier in the night.

The bell rang, and Tai started off against Jammer. What followed was a clinic in tag team wrestling. Tai’s high-flying agility and reckless energy met Jammer’s unorthodox rhythm and counter-heavy style, leading to a dazzling opening sequence of reversals, dodges, and near-misses. Tai hit a springboard back elbow. Jammer replied with a snap powerslam. Neither could get a foothold.

Dan and Matt tagged in next, bringing in more grounded intensity. Dan showcased his crisp suplexes and armlocks, while Matt delivered stiff kicks and sharp counters. The crowd loved Dan but was impressed as Matt executed a Northern Lights Suplex for a two-count, bridging perfectly.

The pace picked up fast. Double team spots emerged from both sides: a Double Digi-Dropkick from Matt and Tai that floored Jammer, followed by a double suplex from Jammer and Dan that nearly scored the pin on Matt. Every reversal was slick, every combo was timed to perfection. Dan and Jammer were impressed with the young team, but then they kicked into high gear, and began to attain the momentum. High action, and a Slam Jam from Jammer sent Tai to the outside. Dan was about to hit the Brave Clash on Matt, when out of nowhere, Komaram Bheem ran into the ring and attacked Dan and Matt. A shocking moment that led to a No Contest. 
Winners: No Contest  

Sal Paradise: What is he doing?! 

Larry Grim: The last time we saw Komaram Bheem was his appearance on the Lolbert Show. 

Sal Paradise: I don't watch that show. What were they doing on that show?

Komaram Bheem then took an Eagleland flag that was hanging off the turnbuckle and snapped it in half, stepping on it, and wiping his feet on it. This brought out the Eagleland Wolf, Trevor Mach, who turned Bheem around and questioned what he was doing. That got a vicious headbutt from Bheem that knocked Mach to the floor. He received a chorus of boos, as fans threw trash at Bheem as he walked off with the torn Eagleland flag in his possession. 

Larry Grim: If Bheem wanted to make a statement, he picked the loudest way to do it. Picking a fight with not only Dan Club, The Digi-Destined, and The Mega Dudes, but ALL of Eagleland?! 

Sal Paradise: SERIOUSLY! WHAT HAPPENED ON THE LOLBERT SHOW?! 

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Outside of Citrus Suite Resort

Tack Angel ran out of the Mega Express in a hurry. Trevor laughed as his partner seemed to be rushed. 

Trevor Mach: I wouldn't worry buddy. If Jeff says he got it, that means he got it. 

Tack Angel: This is too cool. It's perfect for July 4th! The Starlights need to see this, and they're gonna get it! I just need to find the elevator! Aha! There it i-






Tack Angel: …

Subculture: …

Cade Yaggis: …

Tack Angel: …

Subculture: …

Cade Yaggis: …

Tack Angel: …

Subculture: …

Cade Yaggis: …S-so…Subbie.

Subculture: Uh…yeah?

Cade Yaggis: Man, congratulations on becoming World Champion…and the other thing. 

Subculture: The other thing? 

Cade Yaggis: Yeah man…the other thing.

Subculture: OH! Well…that wasn't really all me. That was a…uh…team effort. 

Tack Angel: *cough cough* This elevator…is too slow. 

Subculture: …

Cade Yaggis: …

Tack Angel: …

Subculture: …

Cade Yaggis: …

Tack Angel: …

Subculture: …

Cade Yaggis: So…when is she…uh…due?

Tack Angel: *cough cough* 

Subculture: What floor are we on? I really need to get out of-

Suddenly, the elevator stopped and the lights went out. 

Cade Yaggis: …Is it broken? 

Tack Angel: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!




Tommy Dukes: Happy 4th of July, Eagleland! It's here! The celebration of Eagleland's independence from Foggyland, which is currently in the process of becoming Bongistan. Yeah, we're not going to be doing shows over there. 

Nerma: Well who wants to be stabbed? Anyways, let's take this time to say thank you the men and women of the military that kept the robotic hordes at bay in Zealstrailia. Thank you for keeping freedom free! 

Tommy Dukes: Tonight, to celebrate this momentous day, the first July 4th of the Orange Age, we're going to see the Super Tag Team Championships defended for the first time ever! The Mega Bros will defend against the Wild Cards in a Collision rematch! Hotlanta and Generator won back the World Tag Team Championships specifically for this moment. It's going to be a great show tonight, and I can't wait until-




Boomtown: You can keep booing, but I'm just going to stand here and wait. I've got all night. That how you want to spend your night? You think I care what the haters think? I got the views. I've got the numbers! I've got the content! I'm untouchable! You people don’t get it. You think this is all fun and games. You think this is some kind of sideshow. But to me? This ain’t no story. This is my life. You know what burns me? I clawed my way back to a title shot—my title, my legacy—and they drop Zyro Kurogane on me like he’s some divine punishment from the heavens. Special referee? Please. He’s not special—he’s a damn parasite hanging off my spotlight, begging for relevance. I should be focused on Subculture. I should be planning how I dismantle that mangy street dog piece by piece. But instead, I’ve got Zyro looming over the match like a smug little reaper. Guess what, Z? You will count that pin. You will raise my hand. And you will watch as I ascend back to the top where I belong! Because once I take back my World Championship, there's only one mountain left to climb—Sal Paradise, the ‘Super Champion.’ You can keep that belt warm. Boomtown’s coming to colle-




Zyro Kurogane: Ok Boomer! 

Boomtown: Really funny! I don't have time fo-

Zyro Kurogane: Solandra, let me hear ya! Let it rip! YEAH! Ya know something, Boomie? It’s adorable how you think you're the center of the universe. Like this title match is some grand prophecy and I’m just a referee Mac threw in your way. You said I'm hanging on to your spotlight? Nah. I am the spotlight. You’re just the angry little bitch screaming at the wall, trying to keep his foot in a door that’s already closing. But here’s the truth you can’t handle—I meant every word I've said to you. You’re not getting rid of me. Not until I get what I want. You think I’m just here to count to three? Nah, Boom. I’m here to haunt you. I’m the bad dream that doesn’t end. So you better bring your ‘A’ game when you face Subculture… because I’ll be watching every move, every hold, every cheap shot. And when that final count comes down—when I slap the mat three times—just know it ain’t the end. It’s just the beginning, because that match is over, but I'll still be here. Zyro-K won't go away BEEEEEEY-BEEEEEEEY! Sooner or later...you and I....are gonna let it rip.

EBW: Havok
Citrus Suite Resort, Solandra
ENT

1. Singles: Carter Grayson vs. Tad Blinko 
-The sun had just begun to dip behind the towering palms outside the Citrus Suite Resort, casting a golden glow through the Havok brand’s striking crimson lighting. Inside the ring, the energy was buzzing—fans were on their feet, chanting "Lightspeed" before his theme even hit.

Grayson emerged with signature white and red gear gleaming under the lights. The fire fighter turned wrestler stood tall, clean-cut and determined, slapping hands on his way to the ring, eyes locked straight ahead. He was here to fight with honor, with precision, and with purpose.

Then came Tad Blinko.

He told the fans to remember who his father is, and talked about not needing any of this as he lifted his hand weights and popped the collar on his shirt. 

Grayson opened with a respectful tie-up, but Tad bit him on the arm—bit him—forcing the referee to separate them right away. Grayson looked stunned but regrouped quickly, hitting a quick arm drag and locking in a grounded wristlock to keep the unpredictable Blinko from going off the rails again.

For a few minutes, it worked.

Grayson showed his technical prowess, delivering a smooth snap suplex and a textbook dropkick that sent Tad sprawling to the outside. The crowd roared as Carter scaled the turnbuckle and flew with a diving crossbody to the floor, wiping Blinko out. He popped up with energy and tossed Tad back into the ring.

But the moment Carter climbed the apron, Fireband X hit the ring and attacked Carter, leading to the instant DQ. 
Winner: Carter Grayson via DQ 

Tommy Dukes: Dammit! Firebrand X really doesn't seem to care for Carter Grayson! I guess the Hybrid Demon isn't fond of firefighters! 

Nerma: They will settle up at the Great Eagleland Bash, but up next we have Wendy Mustang taking on the merc Val Dorado, but it looks like Rey Dorado's sister has something to say before the bout, so let's take it to the back!

Backstage

Lindy Moseby: Ya know, where I come from, a place they call Earth-5, they don't call this Independence Day. They call it Dark Day, to celebrate the King of Dark. We wake up saying "What a Dark Day". It's actually a lot of fun. 

Val Dorado: What?

Lindy Moseby: Ignore me…I'm coming down from something. So I was told to stand here and hand this microphone to you. Here you go. 

Val Dorado: Earth-5? *sigh* Crazy people all around me. You know what I’m tired of? Being the hired gun. The mercenary. The girl you call when you need someone handled—just so you can shine off my work. I’ve walked into fire for people who couldn’t carry my boots. I’ve ended streaks, cracked skulls, and done the dirty work while other women got the title shots, the fanfare, and the credit. Heather Mach? That was a wild ride. No regrets. But I’ve outgrown being the muscle to Judas. I don’t run in packs anymore—I run through people. And tonight, I run through Wendy Mustang. She’s tough. She’s got heart. Big lariats and that cowgirl grit. But grit doesn’t mean much when your arm is twisted the wrong way and your lungs won’t fill ‘cause I’ve got you in a choke you didn’t see coming. Wendy, you’re stepping into the ring with someone who won't miss. I'll dissect. I'll dismantle. I'll humble. And when you tap or nap, I’m not going to gloat. I’m going to get up, dust myself off, and call my shot. Hope Mach. Darkness Aoi. I don’t care which of you walks out of the Great Eagleland Bash with the belt. Because the second you do, you’ll see me at the top of the ramp. No more shadows. No more backup roles. I’m done hiding my ambitions behind contracts. The Lady Renegades need a real killer at the top. And her name… is Val Dorado.

2. Lady Renegades Singles: Wendy Mustang vs. Val Dorado 
-The arena lights took on a dusty golden hue as Wendy Mustang made her entrance, the sound of galloping hooves layered over country-rock guitar. Wearing a denim vest over a leather crop top, cowhide-patterned tights, and her signature hat, Wendy marched to the ring chewing gum and tipping her brim to the crowd. 

But the energy chilled the moment Val Dorado entered.

No music. No flash. Just precision.

She stepped onto the ramp in a matte black singlet with gold trim and MMA-style boots, her hair pulled into a tight braid. A black towel hung around her neck as she stalked to the ring with laser focus. The mercenary and submission specialist, Dorado was known for ending matches fast and leaving joints twisted beyond recognition. She stared daggers through Wendy.

The moment the bell rang, Wendy charged like a rodeo bull—wild and unchained. She swung big with a haymaker that nearly took Val’s head off, but Dorado ducked and went straight for the knee, chopping it with a brutal low kick. Wendy stumbled back, but caught Val with a short-arm lariat that sent her tumbling to the mat.

Over the next few minutes, Wendy threw lariats from every angle—bouncing off ropes, corners, even the second turnbuckle. Each one thudded through the arena, forcing Val to turtle up or roll outside to regroup. Wendy gave chase, slamming Val’s head into the barricade.

She lured Wendy back into the ring, dropped low on a whip reversal, and locked in a leg trap takedown that sent Wendy face-first into the bottom turnbuckle. The crowd gasped as Val pounced—targeting the arm Wendy used for those brutal lariats.

Over the next several minutes, Val went to work like a surgeon. Hammerlocks. Knee drops to the elbow. Rope-assisted armbars. Every time Wendy tried to mount a comeback, Val cut her off—wrenching the wrist, slamming her shoulder-first into the post, stomping the hand. 

She hit a desperation Lariat with her good arm that earned a near fall. She went for the Front Flip Lariat, but she was too hurt and stumbled just short. That was the opening Val needed.

Val took Wendy down with a judo trip, transitioned seamlessly into a grounded chickenwing, and then rolled into the Crossface with surgical precision. Wendy screamed, her hand hovering over the mat—but never tapping.

Wendy grit her teeth, bleeding from the mouth and eyes glazed.

She passed out.
Winner: Val Dorado via Crossface -> Referee Stoppage

Tommy Dukes: A stoppage win for Val Dorado! Impressive! She got serious here, and it paid off! 

Nerma: Look at Heather Mach on the stage. She looks very confused by Val Dorado. She getting into her face now! Are they going to fight it out?!

Tommy Dukes: Val is presenting her back to Heather. Is she waiting for the knife? What's going on here?!

Gamer Girlz Room

Christy Angel and Alison Chains were playing a kart racer, but Alison looked less than thrilled. 

Christy Angel: You doing alright, Chains?

Alison Chains: I uh…I need water…I need a lot of water. 

Christy Angel: You've been drinking water already…for hours. Your pupils…are NOT dilated for once. 

Alison Chains: Where am I? 

Christy Angel: …Solandra. 

Alison Chains: Oh yeah…right. I think…I think I'm coming down. 

Christy Angel: You did piss yourself an hour ago. 

Alison Chains: I did!?

Christy Angel: Why do you think I made you sit on the floor. 

Alison Chains: Oh. Are we wrestling tonight? 

Christy Angel: Nope. We'll have our opportunity eventually though. I talked to Little Mac, and told him that we're going to challenge for the Women's World Tag Team Championships. That is what I'm meant to do, I feel. You and me, the Gamer Girlz, finding success together!  

Alison Chains: So we're off tonight? 

Christy Angel: Yep! We're off for July 4th! Can't wait to watch the fireworks with Cade! 

Alison Chains: Then why is a camera on us? 

Christy Angel: I uh….don't know? That's actually a VERY good question. 

Alison Chains: … 
 
3. EBW Television #1 Contender: Cade Yaggis vs. Dragon Shiryu
-A buzz coursed through the Citrus Suite Resort as the bell tolled for the #1 Contender’s match for the EBW Television Title. The crowd was white-hot, split not by animosity, but by admiration for both men about to clash.

Dragon Shiryu emerged first to a low, powerful rumble of traditional Edo drums layered with modern synths. Clad in green and silver trunks bearing the Team Samurai crest, he walked slowly, calmly, like a storm. He bowed at the top of the ramp, then again upon entering the ring, before kneeling in quiet meditation as the lights dimmed.

Then the sound of a thunderclap tore through the arena—and "Trigger" Cade Yaggis burst through the curtain.

The prodigy shot down the ramp in electric black and gold gear, bouncing off of his feet and pumping up the crowd. He slapped hands all the way to ringside, climbed the turnbuckle, and pointed to the EBW Television Title graphic above the ring.

The two locked up to respectful applause, and Shiryu quickly demonstrated his mastery of grappling—wrapping Cade in a wristlock that transitioned into a grounded hammerlock. Cade fought up, rolled through, and reversed into a headlock takedown. The crowd popped as both men got to their feet and bowed simultaneously—mutual respect acknowledged.

But it didn’t stay slow for long.

Cade exploded with a series of lightning-quick offense: a running enzuigiri, a slingshot knee strike from the apron, and a snap DDT for a near fall. 

Shiryu weathered the storm with grace, blocking a springboard cutter and responding with a spinning backfist that dropped Cade like a shot. Shiryu locked in a seated dragon sleeper, wrenching Cade’s neck while using his own knee for leverage. Cade’s face twisted in pain, reaching for the ropes—and after a full 20 seconds of resistance, he barely made it.

Shiryu nodded solemnly. Cade had heart.

The battle intensified. Cade began targeting Shiryu’s midsection, connecting with a missile dropkick, a spinning heel kick, and a pop-up knee trembler that had Shiryu reeling. But Shiryu fired back with terrifying precision—an axe kick, a judo throw, and finally, the Dragon Suplex for a razor-close near fall.

In the final minute, Cade attempted his Cadebreaker—but Shiryu caught him mid-air. He transitioned into a reverse Gory bomb, but Cade flipped out of it and landed on his feet. He spun, hit the ropes, and connected with the Cadebreaker out of nowhere!

1-2-3! 
Winner: Cade Yaggis via Cadebreaker -> Pin 

Tommy Dukes: What a great match! Trigger just earned his shot against Amigo! That'll be one to see! I'm excited for it! 

Nerma: These two have history, and you know that Amigo would be more than happy to put Trigger out of action

Backstage

As Hope Mach was walking down the hallway she looked down at her belt to make sure it was still there, then she reset it on her shoulder, looked down to make sure it was still there, then she took a few steps, resituated the belt on her shoulder to make sure it was still there and presently clear. She took a few more steps, looked down at the belt again, and then resituated it. It was very important that she held the belt in a way that the faceplate was prominently facing the camera and on her shoulder. Finally, she stopped that stupid shit and just dragged the belt behind her, until she sensed rustling behind her. She turned to see Ripper Jane sulking. 

Ripper Jane: Didn't mean to scare you. 

Hope Mach: *signing* I've been looking for you. Why are you hiding behind me? 

Ripper Jane: I figured you didn't want me around anymore. We lost the titles. 

Hope Mach: *signing* So? Do you think I wouldn't want you around because of that?

Ripper Jane: Why wouldn't you toss me away like everyone else? I don't deserve your friendship, not after everything I've done. Still, you're the only person who was ever truly nice to me. *covers mouth* except for when your Dad would take me on a trip to pound town. 

Hope Mach: *signing* What was that last part? I didn't see your mouth.

Ripper Jane: Nothing! I was coughing! *covers mouth again* I can't thank you enough for being my friend. 

Hope Mach: *signing* What?

Ripper Jane: Still coughing. Good luck, Hope.

4. Lady Renegades Non-Title Bushido Rules Singles: Hope Mach vs. Mitra Lennox
-The lights dimmed in the Citrus Suite Resort. A single spotlight shone on the entranceway as the Bushido Rules emblem burned across the screen. No ring outs. No rope breaks. No interference. Pins, submissions or knockouts only. In Bushido Rules, there were no shortcuts—just pain and pride.

Hope Mach, the reigning EBW Women's World Champion, emerged to a thunderous ovation. Her singlet glistened under the lights, the EBW Women's World Title strapped proudly across her waist. But this wasn’t about defending gold—this was about revenge. She wore amateur headgear and wrapped fists, pacing like a caged lion. Her eyes burned with fire. No dancing. No poses. Just war.

The crowd shifted as Mitra Lennox made her way down the ramp with Darkness Aoi walking behind her. Aoi said nothing, simply crossing her arms as Mitra smirked, oozing arrogance. Wearing black Muay Thai shorts and a cold, calculated expression, Mitra made a point to glance at the empty space on Hope’s waist where the Tag Team Titles once hung. She and Aoi had taken them.

Tonight was Hope’s shot to pay it back. Not with gold. With suffering.

The two circled in silence.

Mitra struck first—a vicious leg kick, followed by a second, and then a snap jab to the jaw that forced Hope back. She didn’t stop, unloading stiff strikes to Hope’s ribs and thighs. But Hope absorbed them, grit her teeth, and suddenly shot low, lifting Mitra clean off her feet with a thunderous double-leg takedown.

The crowd popped as Hope transitioned into side control, raining forearms onto Mitra’s temple. Mitra scrambled, bucking her hips and delivering a brutal upkick that clipped Hope in the chin. She rose and drove a knee into Hope’s ribs with a sickening thud. 

Mitra grinned as Hope clutched her ribs, stalking her like a predator. A spinning back elbow sent Hope to one knee, and Mitra immediately delivered a buzzsaw kick to the side of the head. Hope slumped against the ropes—no rope break. Mitra pounced with grounded elbows to the back of the neck.

The referee asked if Hope could continue. She responded by biting down on her mouthguard and slamming her head backward into Mitra’s face, busting her nose open.

The crowd erupted.

Hope rose like a machine fueled by fury. She grabbed Mitra and hit a Hagen suplex, rolled through, hit a second, and then a third. The mat shook. Hope roared. Mitra staggered to her feet—only to be flattened by a pounce-style tackle into the corner.

With Mitra stunned, Hope dragged her to the center, tied up the arms, and dropped her with a brutal amateur takedown into mounted crossface position.

Then she locked it in: The Lebell Lock.

She cranked back with every ounce of emotion, every ounce of pain and betrayal Mitra had caused. Mitra thrashed. Aoi yelled from the outside but didn’t interfere. This was Bushido. Mitra tried to escape—her face bloodied and twisted in agony—but there was nowhere to go. Darkness clutched her tag belt, and told Mitra to tap. She finally complied. 
Winner: Hope Mach via Lebell Lock -> Submission 

Nerma: Hope with the Lebell Lock! She gets the submission win! Aoi saw that her tag partner was about to get injured, and made a strategic move to maintain the tag gold. 

Tommy Dukes: Hope is ready for Aoi, and I'm looking forward to that match, and all the excitement coming up this weekend for the Great Eagleland Bash, but we have one more major match, don't we?

Nerma: That's right! The Mega Dudes are about to collide with the Wild Cards, and the Super Tag Team Championships are at stake. It doesn't get bigger than this. A 4th of July special bout, just for  the Renegades! 

Tommy Dukes: Happy Independence Day! LET'S TAKE IT TO THE RING!!!

5. EBW Super Tag Team Championships: Trevor Mach(c)/Tack Angel(c) vs. Hotlanta/Generator
-The crowd was white-hot, buzzing with anticipation for a main event that had been weeks—if not years—in the making. The Super Tag Team Championships would be defended for the first time ever. 

The atmosphere was already at a fever pitch when Hotlanta and Generator made their entrance.

Two of EBW’s most dangerous men, the Wild Cards walked to the ring like kings of chaos. Hotlanta—suave, brutal, dressed in blue and black—wore his shades under the arena lights and cracked his knuckles like he was ready to break necks. Beside him was Generator: the masked livewire ready to go. 

Then the lights shut off.

The screen lit up with a flaming wolf spinning against stars.

🎵 “MEGA DUDES NEVER DIE!” 🎵

Trevor Mach emerged onto the stage to a chorus of screams. The Eagleland Wolf, Trevor, shirtless and scarred, wore the EBW Super Tag Title over his shoulder. The battle-hardened Bad Man walked with defiance, throwing his hands in the air. Suddenly, the tag theme died down, and the Renegade's were told to look up as Tack Angel made an inspired, patriotic entrance.






Tack Angel was being carried to the ring by a giant eagle, as the fireworks of July 4th were fired off in the background. The Star Spangled Prince was peak patriotism in that moment, as the camera cut to servicemen and women saluting with tears in their eyes. 

As they stepped between the ropes, all four men locked eyes. No words. Just knowing.

This was a war.

Trevor and Generator started it off. They circled with a mix of caution and contempt before exploding into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Trevor powered Generator to the corner, but Generator fired back with a stiff elbow and a swinging neckbreaker. He smirked, too cool for school.

Trevor answered with a snap suplex, floated over, delivered another, and rolled into a mounted punch combo. The crowd cheered every hit. Trevor roared as Generator scrambled away and tagged in Hotlanta.

Now it was Tack’s turn.

Tack Angel stepped in slowly, sizing up Hotlanta, and the crowd leaned in. The two locked up, and Hotlanta overpowered him, shoving Tack into the corner. But Tack reversed, leapt off the second rope, and hit a springboard clothesline that staggered the big man. He followed with a spinning heel kick and a snap DDT, but Hotlanta got up—immediately.

Hotlanta hit a release Hagen suplex that sent Tack across the ring. He tagged Generator, and the challengers took over with a series of quick tags, using their unique mix of technique and power to isolate Tack Angel. They hit a slingblade–electric chair drop combo that nearly got the pin, but Trevor Mach stormed the ring to break it up, and things started to break down.

For several minutes, Hotlanta and Generator dominated.

Hotlanta focused on Tack’s ribs, hitting rib-breakers, spinning back kicks, and a corner boot choke. Generator tagged in and used bear hugs, backbreakers, and power slams to slow the match to a grind.

The champions were in trouble.

Then, with the crowd stomping and chanting, Tack hit a desperation enzuigiri, launched off the second rope with a flying back elbow, and dove for the tag—

The crowd erupted.

Trevor came in like a man possessed. He ran through Hotlanta with a jumping knee, knocked Generator off the apron with a forearm, and hit a lariat that flipped Hotlanta inside out. 

1… 2… HOTLANTA KICKED OUT!

Trevor locked in the Crossface, wrenching back as the crowd screamed for the tap. Generator dove in to break it—but Tack returned with a SUPER KICK! to stop him.

Chaos erupted.

Tack Angel and Hotlanta brawled outside. Trevor and Generator remained inside. Trevor tried to set up for the Burning Machismo, but Generator countered into a Thunder Bomb.

Then Generator turned into—

THE TORTURE RACK.

Tack had returned, dragging Generator to center ring and hoisted Generator onto his shoulders. The crowd rose as one.

“RAAAACK! HIMMMM! RAAAAACK! HIMMM!”

Hotlanta tried to break it—but Trevor caught him with a Busaiku Knee Kick that knocked him out cold.

Generator had no choice but to tap. 
Winners: Trevor Mach/Tack Angel[o] via Torture Rack on Generator -> Submission -> Super Title Defense! 

Fireworks went off around the ring, and in the sky above, as President Orange Man could be seen applauding from his VIP box. Creed began to play as jets flew overhead. The Mega Dudes celebrated their patriotic win, while Generator and Hotlanta cursed them for costing them a chance at the Super Championships as well as any chance of recapturing the World Tag Team Championships. The show ended with Trevor and Tack saluting the Eagleland flag. Happy 4th of July.