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Re: EBW - Earthbound Wrestling
Ted Pettentool: It's the Toolbox here for EBW World, right here on X! Stop that doom scrolling, and start...Tool..scrolling?
Tick: We're on the way to Demon Boogie, but we had an awesome show at the Battle Dome!
Tock: Indubitably!
Tick: I agree!
Tock: Concordantly!
Ted Pettentool: It all started when it became official that Little Mac was cleared to compete!
Tali Mach's Office
Little Mac’s medical clearance lay on the desk between him and Tali Mach. He had already signed the match agreement, changed into his gear, and wrapped his hands. Tali read the clearance once more before setting it down.
Tali Mach: You’re cleared. Can you try not to die for me?
Little Mac: I was hoping to avoid that part.
Tali Mach: Master Lu trained me. You're his best friend. He wouldn't be too happy if I let you get yourself killed out there.
Mac nodded. He understood her concern. Mike wanted everyone to see what happened when somebody in the office told him no. Mac had spent enough of his life fighting larger men to recognize the routine.
Tack Angel appeared in the doorway with Geoff Garrett beside him. Geoff carried his guitar, while Tack had the serious expression he usually wore shortly before somebody interrupted him.
Tack Angel: We need to talk about tonight.
Little Mac: If you’re here to tell me Mike’s bigger than me, I noticed.
Tack Angel: I’m here to tell you he travels in a pack.
Geoff Garrett: We’ve got two of them ourselves tonight. We’ll try to send them back with something to think about.
Little Mac: Handle your match. I’ll handle mine.
The Battle Dome crowd was already making itself heard when Apple Kid welcomed everyone to ringside. Larry Grim sat beside him with the evening’s card laid neatly on the desk. Apple checked beneath his own chair before sitting down.
Larry Grim: Looking for something?
Apple Kid: That toy.
Larry Grim: Well, since we figured out it was Big Chugga Chungus, I had it taken someplace to be worked on.
Apple Kid: Oh? Where?
Larry Grim: Best you don't know.
Apple Kid: Awww...I liked it better when I had all the insider knowledge. So what do we have tonight?
Larry Grim: Little Mac returns to the ring tonight against Kinniku Mike. Mike blames him for the E1 loss. Tack Angel blames Mike for just about everything else.
Apple Kid: We also have Dante Ward teaming with the man he defeated on our last show, Arsene St. Marvelous, against Marco De Leon and Daimon Kuro. And here comes a man that might even rival The Auditor for his wickedness. The lawyer to the lawyers...Whitaker Buttbottom.
Whitaker Buttbottom led Barry Dockett and Preston Payne down the aisle. Johnny and Tommy Meppu were already waiting in the ring, and neither looked interested in listening to what he had to say.
Whitaker Buttbottom: Before this match begins, my clients wish to establish that participation does not constitute acceptance of any future unfavorable decision.
Johnny Meppu: Are you wrestling or chasing an ambulance?
Tommy Meppu: We're going to kick some lawyer ass, gramps. If you don't like it, stay out of the ring, then.
Whitaker lowered the microphone and looked offended that the solution had been so simple.
1. Tag: Johnny Meppu/Tommy Meppu vs. Barry Dockett/Preston Payne
-Johnny opened against Barry and immediately spoiled Legal Limit’s attempt to dictate the pace. Barry caught a wrist and began explaining something to the referee, only for Johnny to reverse the hold, pull him into an arm drag, and send him sliding toward his corner.
The Meppus kept their tags quick and their attacks simple. Tommy entered with a strike to Barry’s trapped arm, Johnny followed him out, and the brothers maintained control without giving Whitacker much to complain about. That did not stop him. When Tommy landed a clean dropkick, the manager stood beside the timekeeper and demanded clarification on whether both boots had been inspected.
Preston changed the match by making a blind tag just before Tommy sent Barry into the ropes. Tommy ducked Barry’s return and turned straight into Preston’s clothesline. Legal Limit dragged him toward their corner and began cutting off the ring, Barry leaning across the ropes to distract Johnny while Preston drove a knee into Tommy’s back. Every time Tommy found room to crawl, one of them put a body between him and his brother.
Tommy nearly escaped after a jawbreaker, but Barry caught his ankle and pulled him backward. Preston tagged in, dropped an elbow across the lower back, and covered for two. The frustration started showing in Tommy’s face. He could see Johnny reaching for him, hear the crowd urging him across, and still could not make those last few feet. Instead of trying another desperate crawl, he planted himself when Preston attempted a suplex and fought the lift. A second attempt failed too. Tommy drove a knee into Preston’s stomach and finally broke free.
Johnny’s tag brought the crowd up. He knocked Preston down, caught Barry coming through the ropes, and sent both members of Legal Limit into opposite corners. A running attack caught Preston squarely, and a quick cover forced Barry to break the count. Tommy intercepted Barry and drove him outside, leaving Johnny with the legal man. The Meppus were moving together again, and Whitacker hurried around the ring.
Johnny tagged Tommy back in after setting Preston up near their corner. Tommy climbed while Johnny turned to stop Barry’s return. Whitaker chose that moment to climb onto the apron with his folder open, demanding the referee examine what he called an unauthorized substitution. The referee moved toward him. With the official’s back turned, Whitaker reached behind the corner post and yanked Tommy’s boot, dropping him hard across the top turnbuckle.
Johnny saw it and lunged toward the manager, but Barry caught him from the floor and pulled him off the apron. Preston dragged Tommy out of the corner before he could recover, delivered The Verdict, and hooked the leg. Whitacker was already back on the floor with both hands raised when the referee counted three.
Winners: Barry Dockett/Preston Payne[o] via The Verdict to Tommy Meppu -> Pin
Johnny slid back in too late and chased Legal Limit out of the ring. Whitaker gathered his clients and retreated up the aisle, talking rapidly while Preston grinned over his shoulder.
Whitaker Buttbottom: A clean decision! An excellent example of due process!
Backstage, Tick and Tock had positioned Ted Pettentool between them for an update on Little Mac’s preparations. Ted had managed three words before Zyro Kurogane and Molly Serrano walked into the interview area.
Zyro Kurogane: You can talk about the main event later. I’m about to give you something worth discussing.
Ted Pettentool: We were discussing a former world champion returning to the ring.
Zyro Kurogane: Good. You’re all warmed up then.
Molly smiled while Zyro adjusted his wrist tape.
Zyro Kurogane: Trevor won the tournament. Fine. I won my block, and I didn’t come here to spend the rest of the year watching him celebrate. Goemon gets the reminder tonight.
Tick: Does Goemon know he’s a reminder?
Tock: He thought he had a wrestling match.
Molly Serrano: Zyro intends to make it memorable.
Zyro Kurogane: Goemon! Eyes on me, dude! This ain't Edo! This ain't a wacky caper, with aliens, vampires, and sexy ladies, other my short stack here of course. You're not in Konami land right now. You're in MY house, and I'm going to let it rip, because ZYRO-K! BEY-BEEEEEY!
Zyro left before Ted could ask another question. Ted watched him go and returned his attention to the twins.
Ted Pettentool: As I was saying—
Tick: We’re out of time.
Ted gave them a tired look.
2. Singles: Zyro Kurogane vs. Goemon
-Goemon refused to play the part Zyro had assigned him. He caught Zyro reaching during the opening exchange, turned him through a wristlock, and tripped him onto his back. Zyro rolled clear and rose with a smile that looked a little less comfortable than it had during his entrance. Goemon beckoned him forward.
Their next exchange was faster. Zyro slipped behind, Goemon broke the grip, and both men hit the ropes before Goemon caught him with a sharp arm drag. Zyro landed on his feet out of the second attempt and spread his arms toward the crowd. Goemon promptly dropkicked him through the ropes.
Molly stepped aside as Zyro landed at her feet.
Apple Kid: That part might make the highlight reel too.
Larry Grim: Depends who edits it.
Zyro returned with more purpose. He stopped reaching carelessly and began attacking Goemon’s balance, forcing him to turn before snapping a kick into the ribs. Goemon tried to answer with another arm drag, but Zyro held his footing, pulled him back up, and drove him down with a hard suplex. He followed with a low running strike and covered for two, watching the referee’s hand closely before deciding how much time he could afford to waste.
Quite a lot, apparently. He leaned against the ropes while Goemon recovered, brushed imaginary dust from his shoulder, and ducked an incoming strike with an exaggerated bow. Molly applauded the escape but pointed sharply when Goemon turned behind him. Zyro barely avoided the roll up and had to scramble out of a second pinning attempt.
That warning kept him serious for the next several minutes. He cut Goemon off with a knee, worked him down, and forced him to carry his weight through a grounded hold. Goemon fought back patiently, working a hand free and turning toward the ropes rather than wasting energy trying to throw him off. Once upright, he landed two hard strikes and caught Zyro with a sudden counter that brought the crowd to its feet. The resulting cover got a close two.
Zyro’s expression changed. Goemon sensed the opening and pressed, sending him toward the corner before charging in. Zyro slipped onto the apron, let Goemon hit the buckles, and returned with a springing attack that knocked him into the middle. He could have covered. Instead, he stood over Goemon and motioned for him to get up.
Goemon obliged with a forearm that caught him flush. Zyro staggered, laughed once in disbelief, and answered with a sharper combination that finally stopped the rally. He created his distance, hit Let it Rip, and caught Goemon before he could escape the follow up. Straight Jacket Hagen planted him in the center, and Zyro kept the cover tight through three.
Winner: Zyro Kurogane via Let it Rip x Straight Jacket Hagen -> Pin
Backstage
Backstage at the Battle Dome, Geoff found Tack testing his kicks. Makoto approached him in her ring gear.
Makoto Angel: When you see Nimbus, leave her to me.
Tack Angel: I understand.
Makoto Angel: And stop smiling every time somebody mentions our match.
Tack immediately rearranged his expression.
Tack Angel: Right. Sharks first. Strap matches later. *drools*
Makoto Angel: *sigh* And Mike after that, if he tries anything?
That brought Tack’s attention fully back to the evening. He tightened his boots, nodded to her, and followed Geoff toward the entrance.
3. Tag: Tack Angel/Geoff Garrett vs. Shark #1/Shark #2
-Shark #1 tried to start before Geoff was ready, rushing him while the referee was still checking the opposite corner. Geoff stepped aside, let him run into the turnbuckles, and caught him on the rebound with a right hand. Shark #2 shouted instructions from the apron until Geoff turned toward him. He immediately lowered his voice.
The Sharks’ plan seemed to involve keeping Tack out of the match. Unfortunately, keeping Geoff under control proved just as difficult. He twisted Shark #1 through an arm wringer, tagged Tack, and held him in place for a clean strike to the exposed side. Tack followed with a snapmare and a kick that left Shark #1 sitting very still.
Shark #2 entered and attempted to slow things down with a test of strength. Tack accepted one hand, watched him prepare the cheap kick, and caught the boot before it reached him. Shark #2 hopped backward while trying to apologize. Tack swept the standing leg and sent him flat onto the canvas.
Geoff and Tack stayed in control by refusing to get drawn into the Sharks’ distractions. When Shark #1 shouted from the apron, the legal man kept working. When Shark #2 rolled toward the floor, they cut him off and brought him back to the middle. A brief eye rake gave the Sharks their first opening, but Geoff stopped the attempted double-team by pulling Tack out of the path of a clothesline. Shark #1 hit his own partner, and both stood arguing long enough for the crowd to enjoy it.
Tack knocked their heads together. Geoff took the tag and sent Shark #1 down with a clothesline before dropping Shark #2 with a back body drop. The Sharks finally managed to pull Geoff toward their corner, but he blocked a suplex, landed one of his own, and reached Tack without needing a desperate escape.
Tack entered with a spring in his step. He drove Shark #2 across the ring, caught him coming back, and slammed him hard enough to make Shark #1 reconsider coming through the ropes. Geoff solved that hesitation by meeting him at the apron and dragging him into position for The Stroke. Shark #1 went down, leaving Tack alone with the legal opponent.
Shark #2 tried to wriggle out of the first lift. Tack kept the wrist. The crowd rose as he pulled him back in, secured the grip, and delivered the WRIST CLUTCH Star Driver. Geoff stood guard while Tack covered.
Winners: Tack Angel[o]/Geoff Garrett via WRIST CLUTCH Star Driver to Shark #2 -> Pin
Tack rose and pointed toward the back while Geoff retrieved his guitar. Neither man lingered over the fallen Sharks. They had done what they came to do, and Tack had not forgotten who was wrestling later.
In the locker room, Mike watched the result without commenting. Darkness Aoi leaned against the wall beside him, while Nimbus Tenebrae smiled at something. Mike finally switched the monitor off.
Kinniku Mike: They can beat the Sharks all night. Doesn’t change what I’m doing to Mac.
Darkness Aoi: He wants everybody to see that he’s still tough.
Kinniku Mike: He doesn't have what I've got. He doesn't have the STRONG TITS! He doesn't have BDSM! He isn't going to be the face of this new EBW. I AM! It's mine for the taking! I spent too much time trying to corral that little bastard of mine. I tried playing the "good guy", but this is what I am! This is what I've always been! I want to thank you two for bringing that back out of me. I will take out EBW's bosses, starting with Mac!
Nimbus looked up.
Nimbus Tenebrae: And Tack will be watching.
Mike’s smile returned.
4. Tag: Dante Ward/Arsene St. Marvelous vs. Marco De Leon/Daimon Kuro
-Marco stepped onto the apron as soon as Arsene entered, leaving Daimon to begin. Arsene watched him go but resisted the urge to follow. He circled Daimon, worked through the opening tie-up, and brought Dante in after gaining control of the arm. Dante drove a shoulder into Daimon’s chest and forced him backward, making it clear that his respect for Arsene had not softened anything about the way he intended to wrestle.
Daimon absorbed the early pressure and answered with a heavy forearm. Dante returned it, and their exchange became the first real test of the match. Neither wanted to yield the middle. Daimon tried to turn it into a clinch, but Dante shoved him away and caught him with a powerful takedown for two.
Marco entered only after Daimon created an opening. He clipped Dante from behind during a rope break and immediately began directing the referee’s attention toward Arsene. It bought Daimon enough time for another strike, and the heels settled into the kind of orderly cheating their opponents had expected. The difficulty was stopping it while also protecting yourself.
Dante weathered the isolation without wasting much motion. He covered up, forced Marco to work for every hold, and nearly caught him with a sudden lift that sent Marco scrambling toward the ropes. Daimon tagged in to keep control, but Dante blocked his next attack and drove through him with a clothesline. Both men went down. Arsene reached as far as the tag rope allowed.
The tag came clean, and Arsene went straight to work. He knocked Marco off the apron before turning on Daimon, striking quickly and keeping his feet moving. Marco reentered illegally and found himself caught between both opponents. Dante drove him back outside while Arsene rolled Daimon into a near fall.
The match opened up as all four men began finding opportunities. Dante caught Daimon with a heavy slam, Marco broke the cover, and Arsene chased him only as far as the ropes before returning to his corner. That restraint earned an approving nod from Dante. When Arsene became legal again, Marco finally accepted the tag opposite him.
Their exchange was sharp and angry. Marco slapped him during a break. Arsene answered with a forearm instead of an argument and forced him backward. A quick counter brought Marco down for two, and Arsene stayed close enough to deny him an easy exit. For the first time all evening, Marco looked worried about being caught.
Daimon stepped through the ropes as Arsene prepared another attack. Dante entered to intercept him, and the referee turned to force both illegal men out. Marco drove a thumb into Arsene’s eye the moment the official looked away. Arsene stumbled backward, one hand over his face. Marco caught a fistful of his waistband, dragged him away from the ropes, and delivered the Lion Driver ’9X.
Dante saw the cover and tried to break away, but Daimon clamped onto his leg from the apron. The referee dropped beside Arsene, unaware of what had created the opening, and counted three.
Winners: Marco De Leon[o]/Daimon Kuro via Lion Driver ’9X to Arsene St. Marvelous -> Pin
Dante kicked free a moment too late. Marco rolled out immediately and backed toward the aisle, pointing at Arsene while Daimon joined him.
Marco De Leon: Again! Every time you think you’ve figured it out!
Before the main event, Ted caught Little Mac at the entrance. Mac rolled his shoulders and kept moving while Ted walked beside him.
Ted Pettentool: Mike says this is about accountability for the E1 switch. Do you regret accepting the match?
Little Mac: Ask me tomorrow. Everything hurts more tomorrow.
Ted Pettentool: Any last message for him?
Mac stopped at the curtain.
Little Mac: He wanted me out from behind the desk. Here I am.
Mike entered first with Aoi accompanying him to the aisle. He climbed into the ring and stood in the center, refusing to move while the referee spoke to him. Mac received a warmer welcome than he seemed prepared for. He paused at the bottom of the steps, looked around the Battle Dome, and nodded before climbing through the ropes.
5. Singles: Kinniku Mike vs. Little Mac
-Mike offered the first lockup with a grin. Mac ignored it, circled, and made him turn. Mike reached again, this time faster, but Mac slipped outside the arm and struck him in the body before moving clear. The crowd responded immediately. Mike looked down at the spot where he had been hit, more insulted than hurt.
He charged on the next approach. Mac ducked, let him reach the ropes, and landed another short combination when he turned. The older man was not trying to match Mike’s strength. He was making him reset, forcing him to take extra steps and pay for reaching. Mike’s grin disappeared after a third clean attack to the body.
Apple Kid: Mac’s making him work for the contact!
Larry Grim: Mike expected a demonstration. Mac came for a match.
That strategy worked until Mike stopped chasing. He cut off the ring, let Mac circle toward the corner, and caught him as he tried to slip past. One hard shoulder drove the air out of Mac. Mike held him there and delivered another before throwing him into the middle.
The change was immediate. Mac took longer to stand, and Mike noticed. He brought him up, slammed him down, and covered with a forearm across the face. Mac kicked out at two. Mike looked toward the crowd and shook his head as though their encouragement had somehow offended him personally.
He dragged Mac up and sent him hard into the buckles. Mac’s knees bent on impact, but he stayed upright. Mike closed in, pressing a forearm beneath his chin while the referee counted. He released at four, stepped back, and demanded that Mac change something now.
Mac answered with a short strike to the stomach. Mike hit him down for it.
The punishment continued, but Mike kept interrupting his own advantage to talk. He wanted Mac to understand, wanted the crowd to understand, wanted the entire company to understand how offended he was. Mac used those pauses to breathe. When Mike tried to pull him into another lift, he lowered his weight, caught the wrist, and twisted free far enough to land a solid shot beneath the ribs.
Mike folded slightly. Mac hit the same spot again.
For the first time, the larger man backed away because he needed to. Mac followed carefully, guarding his head while working the body. His legs were slower now, and he knew he could not afford a wild charge. He waited for Mike’s swinging response, ducked it, and drove a short uppercut into the opening. Mike stumbled against the ropes.
The Battle Dome rose as Mac pressed him. Another body shot landed, followed by a clean strike that put Mike on one knee. Mac caught him as he tried to stand and folded him into a tight cradle.
One. Two. Mike kicked free hard enough to throw Mac away.
Apple Kid: He nearly had him! Little Mac nearly caught him!
Mike got up furious. Mac was still rising when he grabbed him, forced him into the corner, and started positioning him for the Muscle Buster. Mac clutched the top rope and refused to come loose. Mike pulled again. Mac struck him across the side of the head, dropped onto his feet, and shoved him backward into the referee’s path without knocking the official down.
As Mike turned, Mac caught him with another short, clean combination. Mike staggered toward the ropes, and Mac followed.
Daimon Kuro slid into the ring behind him.
The referee saw the first blow land across Mac’s back and immediately called for the bell. Marco entered from the other side, joining Daimon as Mac dropped to a knee. Mike leaned against the ropes for a moment, breathing hard, before pushing himself forward to take part.
Winner: Little Mac via DQ
The decision barely registered with Mike. He drove a boot into Mac’s side while Daimon held him down, and Marco shoved the referee away from the group. The Sharks appeared at ringside, still moving stiffly from their earlier defeat but eager to make themselves useful when the numbers favored them.
Tack hit the aisle at a run.
Shark #1 turned in time to take a forearm that sent him against the barricade. Tack slid beneath the bottom rope and drove straight into Mike, knocking him away from Mac. He struck him again before Daimon could reach him, forcing Mike into the corner while Marco tried to grab Tack from behind.
Geoff arrived close behind, guitar in hand. Marco saw him and released Tack immediately. Magnum PT and Point Man followed, cutting off the Sharks and giving Geoff room to enter. The threat of the guitar was enough to send Marco through the ropes; Point Man pulled Daimon off balance as he tried to follow, and PT made sure the Sharks could not climb back in.
Tack kept hitting Mike. The anger he had held through the evening finally had somewhere to go, and Mike struggled to cover up against it. Tack caught his wrist as he tried to escape and pulled him back toward the middle.
Aoi grabbed Mike’s other arm from the floor. He used the assistance to wrench himself loose and drop beneath the bottom rope before Tack could secure the Star Driver. Tack followed as far as the ropes, breathing hard while Mike backed away with the rest of BDSM.
Mac sat against the opposite turnbuckles. Geoff crouched beside him while the referee checked his ribs. Tali reached ringside with the medical staff, and Mac raised a hand to show that he was alert.
Tack stayed by the ropes until Mike and the others disappeared through the entrance. Only after they were gone did he turn to help Mac out of the ring.
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The Mach Apartment
Trevor eased the door shut with his heel, the soft click louder than it should have been in the quiet of their bedroom. The low lamp by the bed threw warm gold across the sheets and the dark frame of Tali’s wheelchair parked close. She was already in bed, thick thighs parted just enough under the soft cotton nightshirt that barely contained the curves of her body. That familiar, sharp edged smirk of his was in place, but it softened the second their eyes met.
Trevor Mach: Well, the boss lady actually waited up for the talent. Must be my lucky night. Or yours. Still deciding.
He dropped to one knee beside her without being asked, his hands settling on the bed. His thumbs brushed the soft outer edge of her thighs, deliberate, slow.
Trevor Mach: You're skin is very soft. Did you know that?
Tali Mach: ...Heh. I can still feel my own skin with my hands.
Trevor Mach: Right...duh. Hehe.
She reached for him, fingers sliding into the short hair at the back of his neck, tugging him closer until his forehead rested against hers. The scent of her wrapped around him. Trevor exhaled, the sarcasm thinning out like smoke.
Trevor Mach: Did I think it was safe to let Mac go out there? Not my place to say, but just know that I love you. Even when you’re being impossible. Especially then. You’re the only person who can make me shut up and still feel like I won. I look at you and I...fuck, Tali.
Tali Mach: Dollar in the swear jar?
Trevor Mach: Not for this one. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed. The woman who somehow makes a stubborn bastard like me feel like he’s home.
His hands slid higher, cupping her generous hips through the nightshirt, thumbs stroking slow circles. He kissed her...deep, unhurried, tongue tasting the soft give of her lips, then rested his forehead against hers again, breathing her in.
Tali’s free hand found his wrist, guiding it lower, between her thighs. Even through the fabric he could feel the heat of her. She held his gaze, voice quiet but steady.
Tali Mach: You’re my phantom pain.
Trevor blinked, the snark rising on instinct.
Trevor Mach: Come again? Because that sounds either poetic or like I need to ice something.
A small, private smile curved her mouth. She pressed his hand more firmly against herself, right over the soft mound where sensation had once lived.
Tali Mach: I feel you. In my mind...and my heart. Like you’re touching me. It’s in my head, I know it is...but it feels real. Warm. Full. Like my body remembers what it can’t have and decides to give it to me anyway when it’s you.
Trevor went still. The air left his lungs in a slow, stunned rush. His eyes searched hers, dark and wide, the usual cocky tilt of his mouth gone. For a long second he just stared.
Trevor Mach: Tali... You feel me. Even like that. In your head. And you’re telling me that like it’s nothing. That’s...fuck. That’s so much more than I know what to do with. You’re sitting here telling me your body still wants me that way, still feels me, and I’m the one who’s supposed to be the tough guy? You’re killing me in the best way. "My phantom pain". I’m NEVER going to stop thinking about that!
Trevor stopped talking to give her a long kiss.
Trevor Mach: I love you. Every curve. Every stubborn inch. I'm going to be the best phantom pain you’ve ever felt.
The Angel Residence
Tack Angel paced the living room like a caged animal, fists clenched, the muscles in his shoulders coiled tight. The usual easy smile was gone, replaced by a hard, simmering glare aimed at nothing in particular, or maybe at every wrestler who had ever dismissed him.
Tack Angel: Kinniku Mike thinks he can just stroll in and act like the rules don’t apply to him. Same with the rest of them. Walking around like they own the place, talking sh...STUFF, doing whatever the heck and a half they want. I’m done being the nice guy everyone underestimates. Nimbus said it herself, the Star Prince is still inside me. I can feel it. The Cloud of Darkness took so much from me...forced me to give up pieces of who I was. I want it all back. Every bit of that power. I’m not gonna keep looking lame while these clowns run wild.
Makoto stepped in front of him before he could wear a hole in the floor, her hands rising to rest firmly on his chest. She didn’t flinch at the heat in his eyes. Her voice stayed calm, steady, the way only she could manage when he was wound this tight.
Makoto Angel: You don’t need to change. You don’t need to lean all the way back into that just to prove something. The greatest gift I ever received was getting to harbor the love and thoughts of all your wives for a time...because through that, you could finally feel how much you were loved. I intend to keep carrying that love for you. Every day.
She slid her arms around his waist, grounding him, her cheek pressing briefly against his shoulder before she looked up again.
Makoto Angel: I’m your biggest fan, Tack. I’ve never once not been impressed with you. I love you as a man and as a wrestler more than I ever loved the idea of the Star Prince. But if that’s the path you choose...I’ll support you. No matter what. Always.
Tack’s breathing slowed. The fire in his expression flickered, softening under her words. He opened his mouth to answer and suddenly the living room doorway filled with Christy Angel, laptop tucked under one arm, a confused frown on her face as she tapped at the trackpad.
Christy Angel: Okay, what the heck and a half is wrong with the wifi? It was fine five minutes ago and now everything’s buffering like it’s 2003. I'm sleeping over, by the way, so if the router’s dying again, somebody better fix it.
She flipped the laptop around mid complaint to show them the frozen screen...which was very clearly paused on porn. The audio had cut out, but the visuals left nothing to the imagination. Christy blinked, looked down, then back up, the realization hitting a full second too late.
Christy Angel: Oh. Oh heck and a half! That was- I was just— research! Or whatever!
Tack stared. Makoto stared. The tension that had been so thick moments earlier cracked wide open into pure, awkward silence.
Tack Angel: Daughter...
Makoto Angel: .....
Christy slammed the laptop shut so fast it nearly pinched her fingers, cheeks burning as she spun on her heel.
Christy Angel: I’m going to go check the router. And never speak of this again. Ever.
She vanished down the hall at impressive speed. Tack let out a long, slow breath that turned into a reluctant chuckle, the last of his anger bleeding away as he dropped onto the couch and pulled Makoto down with him.
Tack Angel: ...Well. At least nobody can say this family is boring.
Makoto Angel: The girl...on the laptop...looked a lot like Chri-
Tack Angel: *gags*
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Re: EBW - Earthbound Wrestling
Ted Pettentool: Welcome to your EBW News Update on X! I'm the Toolbox and...I'm all by myself apparently. Tick and Tock went to make a clock I guess. Said they had to monitor a situation in the Dusty Dunes Desert? I never have any clue what they're doing, but the Tedster is here to give you some amazing updates! Phase 1 of rebuilding the NEW EBW has been completed! By using EBW World and EBW on X to promote live shows and minor touring, we saw sold out crowds that are hungry for a return to form, and now what the competition is now providing. The competition being an important part of this story, and because of the law suit that we just WON I can talk about them a little. So after Victory Explosion, a company that bought into EBW named Axis Nova tried to pull a power play, a hostile takeover behind the scenes. They locked a bunch of stars into long term deals, and tried to completely own the rights to EBW and everything associated with it. Cue Howard Lincoln, who helped Little Mac and Tali Mach take back what we have, and force a split with the competition, now known simply as Havok. Axis Nova created a company known as BKO Group to supervise Havok, which tried to add an additional show called Xcite, and THAT is where Howard got them! They wanted OUR show! They wanted OUR legacy! Imagine a company swallowing up everything in sight and reproducing cheap copies that dim the light and the kill the joy and spirit of wrestling. Tali and Mac couldn't handle that! They just couldn't! They sent Howard after them, and they WON! That's why, coming soon to X is the return of...
Ted Pettentool: That's right! It's the return of Xcite! The show that changed everything is back! It'll resume its place as the flagship for EBW, and the Onett Battle Dome will play host just like it did twenty years ago! It'll be airing LIVE on X AND Geistbook! We're really strengthening that bond with Geist Corporation, who ALSO do not care for Axis Nova, with Geist CEO Blake Faust himself saying "I believe they're secretly monsters from the future, and I'm going to transform a bring them down." OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT! I'm paraphrasing, because I didn't really understood what he meant by that! Haha, he's always a kidder! Anyways, this restructuring is a HUGE relief to talent like Tack Angel who said "If I have to keep up this southern 'rassling format, I'm liking to throw myself in the wheat thresher willingly." OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT! He was...saying a lot of things...ANOTHER KIDDER! Haha...ha. For the opening show we will kick off with Christy Angel, Morgan Le Fey, Mimi Starlight, and Darkness Aoi battling it out in a four way match. We have two established talents, including the last Women's Super Champion in Christy Angel, but they you have Morgan and Mimi, who are...off kilter...which is PERFECT for EBW. Have YOU pondered the orb today? I only have a magic 8-ball, and it keeps telling me to ask again later! Then, Dan Club will take on the BDSM stable. I'm surprised it's not The Auditor's monster squad since they lost the tag titles to Dan Club, BUT I think I know why, and we'll see in the main event. Before that though, X Champion Ness will team with Rise and Grind as they take on Boomtown and the Legal Limit. Hope they dotted the t's and crossed the i's. Wait...I messed that all up. In our main event, the MEGA DUDES will be in action, as they take on the combined titanic ant like forces of EBW Champion Vargas Wargrave and Kinniku Mike. This leads me to believe that they will have The Auditor helping on the outside with Snakebite and Harrow, BUT...I THINK that was anticipated because Howard Lincoln personally made a phone call, and something we have [TACK!] already promised is being delivered. The special guest enforcer for the tag bout is none other than the mysterious hero of Metro City, IT'S JIBAAAAAN!
EBW: Xcite
Battle Dome, Onett
X and Geistbook
1. Women's 4-Way: Christy Angel vs. Morgan Le Fey vs. Mimi Starlight vs. Darkness Aoi
2. 6-Man Tag: Bashin Dan/Jammer/Benjamin vs. Marco De Leon/Daimon Kuro/Shark #2
3. 6-Man Tag: Ness/Grind/Java Coffington vs. Boomtown/Preston Payne/Barry Dockett
4. Tag: Trevor Mach/Tack Angel vs. Vargas Wargrave/Kinniku Mike Special Guest Enforcer: Jiban
Ted Pettentool: We really need to thank Howard Lincoln for that and many other recent victories that is allowing EBW to reorganize into the power house of wrestling that it truly is. Though I hear that some within EBW are actually agents of Axis Nova, here to help destroy what we've built! I wonder how Howard is going to deal with them!
EBW Offices - Onett
Howard Lincoln was busy going over his battle plan to help him battle the evil ninjas known as "Tengen". Suddenly, his phone began to ring. 
Outside, a poorly disguised Tad Blinko was standing in a bush, making the phone call.
Howard Lincoln: Go for Howard.
Tad Blinko: *cupping his hand over his mouth* Yesh, thish ish....who I am ish not important, but what ish important ish that you have made powerful people very very angry, and you will shtop your actions at once or elsh.
Howard Lincoln: ...I will not be threatened by some ineffectual, privileged, effete, soft penis debutant. You want to start a street fight with me, bring it on, but you're going to be surprised by how ugly it gets. You don't even know my real name. I'm the fucking lizard king, bitch.
Howard hung up the phone and continued his important work, while Tad Blinko was seen by the Lakitu running off in fear, having pissed his pants.
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Ted Pettentool: Haha! That Howard Lincoln, what a kidder! Anyways, here is the updated card for Demon Boogie!
EBW: Demon Boogie
Battle Dome, Onett
X Premium
1. EBW Tag Team Championships No Rules: Bashin Dan(c)/Jammer(c) vs. Snakebite/Harrow
1. Women's Strap Match: Nimbus Tenebrae vs. Makoto Angel
2. EBW X Championship: Ness(c) vs. Boomtown
3. Demon Boogie Battle Royale: Dante Ward vs. Marco De Leon vs. Arsense St. Marvelous vs. Benjamin vs. Graveshift vs. Picky Minch
4. Singles: Tack Angel vs. Kinniku Mike
5. No Rules Women's Singles: Ripper Jane vs. Alison Chains
6. EBW Championship: Vargas Wargrave(c) vs. Trevor Mach
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Re: EBW - Earthbound Wrestling
The Battle Dome was packed well before the opening bell. Orange, green, and red lights swept across the crowd as the returning Xcite logo filled the entrance screen. Fans leaned over the railings with homemade signs, several wearing shirts old enough to prove they had been fans for a long time. A father near the front pointed out the old Xcite logo on his shirt to his son, who appeared more interested in the man behind them dressed as a coffee cup.
Apple Kid stood at the commentary desk as the music faded, taking a moment to enjoy the noise before settling into his chair beside Larry Grim.
Apple Kid: Welcome back to Xcite! We are LIVE from the Battle Dome in Onett, and we are coming to you on X and Geistbook!
Larry Grim: Two platforms. Two live chats. Neither one capable of behaving itself.
Apple Kid: This is our new weekly home for the biggest matches and rivalries in EBW! EBW World will bring you the news, the fallout, and matches from EBW Studios with Tick, Tock, and Ted Pettentool. Here on Xcite, you get us!
Larry Grim: Please allow several business days for complaints to be processed.
Apple Kid: Tonight, Trevor Mach and Tack Angel reunite against EBW Champion Vargas Wargrave and Kinniku Mike! With everything that has been happening, management has appointed a special guest enforcer.
The screen displayed Jiban on the screen.
Larry Grim: They finally found somebody who can tell Mike no without needing immediate dental work.
Apple Kid: We also have the Dan Club in action, Ness teaming with Java Coffington and Grind, and a four-way match to get us started!
Christy Angel emerged before he could finish, walking quickly toward the ring with her eyes fixed on the entrance behind her. She climbed inside and took a microphone, ignoring the corner where she normally posed for the crowd.
Christy Angel: Aoi, I know you can hear me. I’m getting tired of chasing you around. There are four of us in this match, but you know who I’m here for. Come down here and fight me.
Darkness Aoi appeared with a microphone of her own. She stopped at the top of the aisle and gave Christy an amused look.
Darkness Aoi: You sound very brave when I’m all the way up here.
Christy Angel: You’re welcome to get closer.
Morgan Le Fey walked past Aoi, briefly looking her up and down before continuing toward the ring.
Morgan Le Fey: You can finish flirting after I win. I have seen the results, by pondering the orb. Gaze upon it. Look at it. It tells all!
Mimi Starlight followed, slapping hands with fans before pointing at both women in the ring. Christy reluctantly backed into her corner, but her attention remained on Aoi as she finally approached.
Larry Grim: Christy has the opponent she wants. Now she has to remember there are two others.
Apple Kid: Morgan already caught her with an orb assisted roll-up once. She cannot afford to forget that.
Christy Angel: Hey Morgan, don't you dare try to fuck me with that orb again!
Darkness Aoi: Would that be considered..."orbal sex"?
Larry Grim: ...We don't have censors on X or Geistbook.
Apple Kid: They allow porn on here!
Larry Grim: Don't tell the kids that!
Apple Kid: Should they even be watching in the first place?!
1. Women’s 4-Way: Christy Angel vs. Morgan Le Fey vs. Mimi Starlight vs. Darkness Aoi
-Christy went straight for Aoi at the bell, driving her backward with forearms before she could slip between the ropes. Aoi covered up, surprised by the speed of the attack, and caught Christy around the waist to force her into the corner. Morgan immediately pulled Aoi away and tried a schoolgirl pin, earning a quick two before Mimi broke it up with a low dropkick. All four women were back on their feet within seconds, with Aoi already looking for an exit.
Mimi made that difficult. She caught Aoi with an arm drag, kept hold of the wrist, and stepped onto the bottom rope to launch into a second one. Aoi rolled outside, where Christy was waiting to meet her with a forearm. The crowd cheered as Christy finally got both hands on her, driving her against the apron before Morgan slid out and shoved Christy into the barricade. Morgan sent Aoi back inside and followed with a cover, only for Mimi to pull her off.
Apple Kid: Morgan is perfectly happy to let Christy do the work.
Larry Grim: Christy wants revenge. Morgan wants a winning record. Those are very different approaches to a four-way.
Morgan slowed the match by working Mimi’s arm, keeping her grounded while Christy and Aoi fought for position on the apron. Christy blocked a kick, pulled Aoi toward her, and landed a short headbutt that sent her stumbling through the ropes. Christy followed with a running clothesline, but Morgan released Mimi and clipped Christy’s knee before she could cover.
For several minutes, Christy paid for trying to reach Aoi at every opportunity. Morgan caught her turning away, Mimi caught her charging across the ring, and Aoi waited until somebody else had hurt her before adding a kick of her own. Christy finally adjusted after Mimi nearly pinned her with a springboard crossbody. She rolled through, rose with Mimi still in her arms, and set her down into a hard slam. Morgan rushed her from behind, but Christy ducked and sent her into Aoi instead.
Christy landed a dropkick on Morgan, caught Mimi with a swinging neckbreaker, and turned to find Aoi alone in the corner. The fans rose as Christy charged, hit a running forearm, and dragged her toward the middle for Angel Wings.
Aoi fought the setup, dropping her weight and reaching desperately toward the ropes. Christy pulled her back once, then again, until movement at ringside caught her attention. Nimbus Tenebrae had appeared beside the apron, her green hair making her easy to spot as she smiled up at Christy.
Apple Kid: What is she doing out here?
Larry Grim: Nothing that improves the match.
Mimi climbed onto the opposite turnbuckle, forcing Christy to release Aoi and move. Mimi’s missile dropkick caught Morgan as she got up, sending both women tumbling toward the ropes. Christy ducked Aoi’s wild swing and answered with one of her own, staggering her again.
Nimbus reached beneath the bottom rope and caught Christy’s ankle.
Christy stumbled, turned, and tried to kick her away. Makoto Angel came running down the aisle before Nimbus could grab her a second time. She tackled Nimbus against the barricade, and the two women began throwing punches as fans scrambled back from the railing. Christy glanced toward her mother, worried for only a moment, but Aoi used it. She drove a boot into Christy’s stomach, hauled her into position, and planted her with the Darkness Bomber.
Morgan lunged across the mat too late. Aoi hooked Christy’s leg and held on for three.
Winner: Darkness Aoi via Darkness Bomber to Christy Angel -> Pin
Aoi immediately rolled out, leaving Morgan arguing with the referee and Mimi sitting against the ropes. Christy pushed herself onto one elbow, furious as she realized what had happened. Outside, Makoto had Nimbus by the hair until officials hurried between them. Nimbus took advantage of the separation to retreat, straightening her outfit while Makoto tried to get past the men holding her back.
Makoto Angel: You want to keep putting your hands on my family? Save your energy for the strap match!
Nimbus Tenebrae: Mmmm, I like where you head is at. I'll strap you alright, and I'll enjoy it, but you know what I'll enjoy even more? Making YOU enjoy it!
Makoto Angel: *blushing* Wha-what?
Nimbus smiled, but she kept moving.
Apple Kid: Aoi gets the win, and Christy still hasn’t gotten the fight she wanted.
Larry Grim: She was getting it. That was the problem for Aoi.
Apple Kid: Really trying not to think about what Nimbus said...I need to text Minako.
Larry Grim: Yeah. I think you should. Figure out where they are! It's a homecoming! Xcite is back and everything is awesome!
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Alison Chains sat on a folding chair in an otherwise empty training room. A heavy bag hung behind her, and a handwritten sign had been taped to the closed door: REHAB. Underneath it, in smaller letters, she had added NO VISITORS.
There was water on the bench beside her, clean wraps around her hands, and no music playing. Alison leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
Alison Chains: Before somebody starts making things up, I’m here because I put myself here. Nobody dragged me in. Nobody’s waiting outside to tell me I’ve done enough. I’ve been making excuses, getting distracted, and showing up with my head somewhere else. Jane noticed. Jane took advantage of it.
She glanced toward the bag before looking back.
Alison Chains: I don’t get to blame her for that. At Demon Boogie, I need to know I gave myself every chance to beat her. Clear head. Sober. Ready. If she beats me, she beats me. But she’s going to have to beat the best version of me I can bring.
Backstage
Back at the Battle Dome, Trevor Mach stood beside Tali’s wheelchair, watching the end of the message on a backstage monitor. Tali had a folder open across her lap, though she had stopped reading it.
Tali Mach: Good. She needed to do something for herself.
Trevor Mach: I tried putting a no visitors sign on our dressing room once.
Tali Mach: You wrote it on the inside of the door.
Trevor Mach: Oh yeah.
Ripper Jane approached from behind them, looking at Alison’s face on the monitor before turning her attention to Trevor.
Ripper Jane: All that effort just for me. I’m touched.
Trevor Mach: Uh-huh.
Jane stepped closer, letting her eyes travel over him while Tali watched.
Ripper Jane: You used to be a lot more welcoming. Remember when you and Tali were apart? We had some very sweaty nights together. You certainly weren’t in a hurry to send me away then.
Trevor’s expression hardened. Jane rested a hand on his jacket, and he removed it without hesitation.
Trevor Mach: That was then. I’m with my wife. Keep your hands to yourself.
Ripper Jane: I’m only reminiscing.
Tali Mach: You’re standing in front of me hoping I’ll get upset enough to give you a story for the rest of the night. It’s a little obvious.
Jane crouched slightly to meet her eyes.
Ripper Jane: Does it bother you to remember?
Tali Mach: I'm not living in the past like you. It bothers me that you’re still talking.
Trevor gave a short laugh. Jane’s smile thinned as Tali closed the folder.
Tali Mach: Alison is getting ready to fight you. You should probably spend some time thinking about that.
Ripper Jane: I think about Alison plenty. Usually when I’m deciding how long to keep the claw on.
Jane walked away, brushing past Trevor without getting the reaction she wanted. He watched her leave before looking down at Tali.
Trevor Mach: You alright?
Tali Mach: Yes. I'm fine.
Trevor Mach: Old wounds.
Tali Mach: They have healed enough. I walked on the dark side and paid the price. She's not happy to see that I'm still here.
Trevor Mach: Well, I'm always happy to see you.
Tali Mach: I noticed. You forgot to zip your fly.
Trevor Mach: Oh dang!
Tali Mach: It's fine, I made eye contact with it first. Go wrestle. And don’t let anybody else you’ve slept with delay the main event.
Trevor Mach: ...You ARE a little jealous!
Tali Mach: GET GOING!
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Marco De Leon stood at ringside with Daimon Kuro and Shark #1 as the Dan Club made their entrance. Bashin Dan and Jammer handed their tag team championships to the attendant, while Benjamin stopped to greet a young fan holding a cardboard sword.
Shark #2 stood outside the ring in his entrance jacket, looking offended.
Shark #2: I was on the original paperwork.
Marco De Leon: Yes, but let's make something clear. I have sworn to work with Mike, but I still intend to be King, so I'm making an executive decision. I have watched old tape, and I noticed that you are ALWAYS the Shark to take a pin.
Shark #2: That can't possibly be true.
Marco De Leon: 95% of the time.
Shark #2: Dang!
Marco De Leon: So I'm improving our odds. Shark #1, you're up!
Shark #1: Finally. A wise tactical decision.
Shark #2: You have the same tactics I do!
2. 6-Man Tag: Bashin Dan/Jammer/Benjamin vs. Marco De Leon/Daimon Kuro/Shark #1
-Benjamin offered to start, but Marco pointed to Dan and demanded the tag champion. Dan accepted, stepping through the ropes to meet him in the middle. Marco immediately slapped him across the face and backed away with his arms spread. Dan took a breath, nodded once, and caught Marco’s next attempt at a slap, twisting his wrist into an arm wringer.
The crowd enjoyed Marco’s sudden change in attitude as Dan brought him to one knee. Jammer tagged in, climbed to the middle rope, and dropped an elbow across the trapped arm. Benjamin followed with a quick tag, keeping the pressure on until Marco pulled his hair and escaped to Daimon.
Daimon gave the opposing team a much harder problem. He absorbed Benjamin’s first shoulder block, knocked him down on the second attempt, and drove a knee into his ribs before dragging him toward the wrong corner. Marco was considerably more interested in participating now. He tagged in, stomped Benjamin against the bottom turnbuckle, and stepped aside while Shark #1 choked him behind the referee’s back.
Apple Kid: Benjamin gave them a clean wrestling match, and this is what he gets for it.
Larry Grim: Marco treats sportsmanship like a personal insult.
Shark #1 entered confidently, delivering a scoop slam before turning to Shark #2 outside.
Shark #1: See? Control!
Benjamin rolled him up for two.
Shark #1 scrambled free and immediately tagged Daimon back in.
Shark #2: Very controlled!
Daimon cut off Benjamin’s attempt to reach his corner, catching him around the waist and driving him down with a side slam. Benjamin’s next escape came from patience. He stopped trying to overpower Daimon, waited for him to reach down, and caught his head with a jawbreaker. Daimon staggered but stayed upright. Benjamin ducked his clothesline and reached Dan with an outstretched hand.
Dan came in quickly, knocking Marco off the apron and driving Daimon backward with forearms. A running dropkick took the larger man into the corner, and Jammer tagged himself in as Dan hit the ropes. They combined on a double shoulder tackle that finally put Daimon down.
The match broke open when Marco charged in to stop the cover. Benjamin intercepted him, and all six men were briefly involved before the referee pushed the illegal wrestlers toward their corners. In the confusion, Shark #1 tagged Daimon’s shoulder and slipped inside, catching Jammer from behind.
He tried to steal the win with his feet on the ropes. Dan knocked them off, drawing an angry protest from Marco that went nowhere.
Jammer escaped a second attempt, spun behind Shark #1, and shoved him toward Benjamin’s corner. Benjamin tagged in as Shark rebounded. Shark ducked a clothesline, hit the far ropes, and came back directly into Benjamin’s Spear.
Dan cut off Daimon. Jammer knocked Marco through the ropes. Benjamin hooked the leg and scored the pin.
Winners: Bashin Dan/Jammer/Benjamin[o] via Spear to Shark #1 -> Pin
Shark #2 looked through the ropes at his fallen partner.
Shark #2: Should I explain what happened, or do you understand it now?
Marco shoved him away before he could continue. The Dan Club gathered in the ring, with Jammer retrieving the championships and handing Dan his belt.
The entrance screen went black.
The Auditor appeared seated behind a desk, looking down at a single sheet of paper.
The Auditor: Congratulations. Enjoying yourselves?
Jammer lowered his championship.
Jammer: We were.
The Auditor: Harrow and Snakebite have been reviewing their loss. They believe the conditions were restrictive. Too much concern about tags. Too many interruptions from the referee. At Demon Boogie, those concerns will be removed.
Dan turned toward the aisle. Benjamin noticed movement behind the timekeeper’s table first and shouted a warning, but Snakebite was already over the barricade. He struck Jammer across the back with a chair while Harrow entered from the other side and clubbed Dan down.
Benjamin charged Harrow, driving him into the ropes, until Snakebite caught him from behind. Dan tried to get up and received a boot to the face. Jammer crawled toward his championship, but Harrow planted a foot on it and pulled him up by the hair.
Apple Kid: They just finished a match! Get somebody out here!
Larry Grim: That’s exactly why they picked now.
Apple Kid: Oh yeah. I should really know that by now.
Harrow held Jammer for a shot to the ribs before throwing him down beside Dan. Benjamin dragged himself toward them, refusing to leave his friends alone even as Snakebite raised the chair again. Security finally reached the apron, and the attackers withdrew, leaving the champions on the mat.
The Auditor looked up from his paperwork.
The Auditor: EBW Tag Team Championships. Demon Boogie. Harrow and Snakebite against Bashin Dan and Jammer. No Rules. Consider yourselves notified.
Backstage
Zyro Kurogane stood backstage beneath the Xcite logo. He had watched the attack on a nearby monitor, but when the interviewer raised the microphone, he turned toward it with his usual confidence.
Zyro Kurogane: Everybody is busy settling something at Demon Boogie. Good. Stay busy. I’m entering that Battle Royale, and I’m going to win it. I won my E1 block. Trevor stopped me in the semifinal. I’ve watched that match enough times to know where I lost it, and I don’t need another person telling me how close I came. Close doesn’t get me a championship match. I want whoever leaves Demon Boogie as EBW Champion. Vargas, Trevor, I don’t care. I can wrestle either one. I can beat either one. First, I put everybody over the ropes. After that, management can find me when they’re ready to talk about my title shot.
He handed the microphone back and walked away. The interviewer watched him go before noticing Boomtown waiting just outside the interview area with Preston Payne, Barry Dockett, and Whitaker Buttbottom.
Boomtown: That guy has his head up his ass at all times. Did he beat Ness? Is HE the rightful X Champion? I think not! Hey chat, thanks for the subs. You want some gifted subs? Too bad! Maybe WHEN I win tonight.
3. 6-Man Tag: Ness/Grind/Java Coffington vs. Boomtown/Preston Payne/Barry Dockett
-Boomtown insisted on starting against Ness and immediately regretted how enthusiastically the crowd supported the idea. Ness approached with a relaxed stance, letting Boomtown circle him and talk. When Boomtown finally lunged, Ness stepped aside, caught his arm, and took him down. Boomtown escaped, came forward again, and found himself on the mat a second time.
Apple Kid: Ness knows exactly how good Boomtown is after their championship match. He also knows how impatient he can get.
Larry Grim: Boomtown spent the entire entrance explaining that draw. Ness seems happy to let him keep explaining it from the floor.
Boomtown changed his approach and caught Ness with a sharp knee to the body. He followed with a quick combination, drove Ness toward the ropes, and nearly landed a running strike before the champion ducked and sent him outside. Boomtown landed on his feet, pointed at his own head, and turned directly into Grind, who had dropped to the floor to cut off his retreat.
Grind rolled him back inside. Ness tagged Java, and the coffee-fueled team began working quickly, keeping Boomtown moving until he reached Preston with a desperate tag.
The Legal Limit restored order through short, efficient exchanges. Preston caught Java coming off the ropes and held him for Barry’s tag. Barry worked the body, kept Java close, and used the referee’s positioning to hide a handful of tights whenever Java tried to escape. Whitaker walked alongside their corner, offering advice nobody had asked to hear.
Whitaker Buttbottom: Maintain control of the relevant party!
Larry Grim: He means hold his arm.
Java finally broke free with a back elbow, but Boomtown tagged in and cut him off before he reached Ness. For all his bragging, Boomtown moved well once he stopped talking. He anticipated Java’s escape, pulled him back into the center, and landed a hard slam for two. He even kept his eyes on the opposing corner while covering, forcing Grind to hesitate before attempting a save.
The mistake came when Boomtown paused to tell Ness that he had learned something.
Java kicked him away and tagged Grind.
Grind entered with a shoulder tackle that sent Boomtown rolling, knocked Barry off the apron, and caught Preston with a forearm when he tried to interfere. Ness joined him long enough to send Preston outside, leaving Grind and Boomtown trading blows in the middle. Grind gained the advantage and drove Boomtown backward until he slipped through the ropes.
Grind followed, refusing to give him time to recover. Boomtown shoved him against the apron, but Grind answered with a knee and sent him back into the ring. Barry approached from behind, drawing Ness down to the floor to stop him. Preston pulled Java off the apron on the opposite side, and the referee turned toward the growing fight.
Whitaker stepped forward and drove his briefcase into Grind’s lower back.
Grind’s knees buckled. Whitaker tucked the case beneath his arm and moved away as though he had somewhere important to be.
Apple Kid: Buttbottom just hit Grind!
Larry Grim: Apparently that’s covered by his retainer.
Boomtown caught Grind as he struggled through the ropes, hauled him into position, and delivered Here Comes the Boom! He hooked both legs while Barry held Ness back just long enough to keep him from making the save.
Winners: Boomtown[o]/Preston Payne/Barry Dockett via Here Comes the Boom! to Grind -> Pin
Boomtown rolled away from Ness and backed up the aisle with his arms raised. Whitaker followed, carrying the briefcase on the side farthest from the ring. Ness checked Grind before standing and pointing toward it.
Ness: You needed that to win tonight?
Boomtown: I didn’t see anything!
Ness: You were looking right at him.
Boomtown: Chat, can you believe this guy? He's huffing the copium! He's delulu! No excuses, Ness! Stop aura farming! I GOT THE RIZZ! At Demon Boogie I dethrone the "OG".
Java helped Grind sit up while Ness watched the three men celebrate.
Backstage
Tack Angel was waiting near the entrance when Trevor arrived. Jiban stood a few steps away, silent and motionless while an official explained the match arrangements.
Tack Angel: Makoto nearly got her hands on Nimbus tonight. Christy got robbed again. Mike is still walking around like he earned everything he’s got. I’d like one normal evening.
Trevor Mach: You picked a weird night to start asking.
Tack Angel: You know what I mean.
Trevor Mach: Yeah. We’ve both got somebody out there we need to hit. Let’s keep it simple.
Tack looked past him toward Jiban.
Tack Angel: Do we shake his hand?
Trevor Mach: You can try.
Tack offered his hand. Jiban looked down, accepted it, and gave one firm shake. Tack nodded politely, waited until Jiban turned away, and flexed his fingers.
Tack Angel: Very reassuring grip. Ow.
4. Tag: Trevor Mach/Tack Angel vs. Vargas Wargrave/Kinniku Mike Special Guest Enforcer: Jiban
-The Mega Dudes received the loudest welcome of the evening. Trevor and Tack paused at the top of the aisle, looked at each other, and headed toward the ring together as fans crowded the barricades. Jiban followed at a measured pace and took his position at ringside, turning his attention from one corner to the other.
Tack wanted Mike immediately. Mike stepped forward as though he intended to oblige, but Vargas held out a hand for him to wait. Trevor tapped Tack on the shoulder and nodded toward the champion. Tack understood, stepped out, and let the two Demon Boogie opponents begin.
Vargas and Trevor approached carefully. Neither had much to learn about the other’s strength, and both knew how quickly a loose grip could become a dangerous position. Vargas took Trevor’s wrist, Trevor rolled through the pressure, and they traded control until Vargas drove him backward with a shoulder. Trevor returned with a forearm that moved the champion half a step.
Vargas touched his jaw and nodded.
Apple Kid: Their fourth meeting is coming at Demon Boogie. Tonight gives each man another chance to test what the other has changed.
Trevor ducked a second shoulder attempt and caught Vargas with a knee to the body, but Vargas answered with a hard strike across the back and pushed him toward Mike. Mike tagged in and immediately tried to overpower Trevor, driving him into the corner and leaning his weight against him until the referee counted four.
Mike broke cleanly for half a second before throwing another forearm.
Jiban stepped closer to the apron.
Mike noticed him, complained to the referee, and turned back into Trevor’s elbow. Trevor escaped the corner and tagged Tack, bringing the crowd to its feet.
Tack wasted no time. He landed two kicks to Mike’s thigh, ducked a reaching arm, and drove a third into his ribs. Mike caught the next kick and shoved him backward, but Tack came off the ropes with a flying forearm that forced Mike to brace against the turnbuckles. Tack followed him in and kept striking until Mike grabbed him around the waist and threw him out of the corner.
The landing took Tack’s breath away. Mike finally had him where he wanted him and made sure to tell him so, pressing a boot against his chest before dragging him up for a heavy body slam.
Vargas tagged in and worked more deliberately, targeting Tack’s back and keeping him away from Trevor. When Tack tried to kick his way free, Vargas caught him, turned him over, and forced him to carry the champion’s weight while reaching for the ropes. Trevor encouraged him from the apron, but Tack knew lunging blindly would only pull him farther from his corner. He worked his knee underneath himself, created enough room to turn, and forced Vargas to reset his grip.
Mike tagged in before Tack could capitalize. He drove Tack down again and stood over him with his arms spread.
Tack kicked him in the knee.
Mike stumbled, and Tack caught him with an enzuigiri that finally created an opening. He crawled, reached, and slapped Trevor’s hand just as Vargas entered to stop him.
Trevor met the champion with a forearm, knocked Mike back with another, and took control through sheer pace. He kept Vargas turning, landed a running knee in the corner, and caught Mike coming forward with a dropkick. Tack recovered enough to pull Mike through the ropes, leaving Trevor and Vargas alone.
Trevor tried to lift Vargas for Burning Machismo. Vargas fought free, landed behind him, and swung for the Warhammer. Trevor ducked, both men turned, and they collided with simultaneous strikes that left them leaning against each other before separating.
Outside, Tack drove Mike against the barricade. Mike shoved him off and prepared to charge when Marco De Leon and Daimon Kuro appeared in the aisle with both Sharks behind them.
Jiban moved to intercept.
Apple Kid: Here comes BDSM!
Larry Grim: And they’ve brought both Sharks. Apparently losing separately wasn’t enough.
Marco attempted to argue his way past Jiban while Daimon circled toward the other side. Jiban caught Daimon’s arm before he reached the ring and forced him backward. Shark #1 tried to slip past during the struggle, but Jiban blocked him with his free arm and sent him sprawling into Shark #2.
The distraction gave Mike time to throw Tack back inside. Trevor turned to check on his partner, and Vargas caught him from behind, dragging him away from the ropes. Before the champion could follow up, Harrow and Snakebite emerged through the crowd.
Snakebite entered with the same chair used against the Dan Club.
He struck Tack across the back before the referee could get between them.
The bell rang immediately.
Winners: Trevor Mach/Tack Angel via DQ
Trevor abandoned Vargas and lunged at Snakebite, catching the chair before he could swing again. They struggled over it until Harrow clubbed Trevor from behind. Mike joined in, driving a knee into Tack as he tried to rise, while Marco and Daimon scrambled past Jiban to enter the ring.
Vargas stood near the ropes, furious that the match had collapsed around him. Marco reached toward him, gesturing for him to help, but Vargas shoved his hand away.
He dropped to the floor and collected his championship as Jiban climbed into the ring.
Apple Kid: HERE COMES JIBAN!
Jiban caught Harrow’s next strike, turned his arm aside, and drove him back with a heavy blow to the chest. Snakebite swung the chair, but Jiban blocked it and tore it from his hands. He tossed it out of reach before advancing, giving Trevor enough space to pull Tack away from Mike.
Tack was hurting, but he was still able to fight. He caught Marco with a kick as Trevor drove Daimon into the corner. Jiban intercepted Harrow again, preventing him from reaching their backs, and the three men began forcing the attackers toward the ropes.
Dan, Jammer, and Benjamin came down the aisle with officials behind them. The champions were still sore from the earlier attack, but their arrival changed the numbers. Snakebite saw Jammer coming and dropped outside. Harrow followed after Jiban knocked him backward, while Mike retreated from Tack with a promise to finish things later.
The crowd cheered as the ring cleared. Dan and Jammer stood at the ropes, staring after Harrow and Snakebite. Trevor rested a hand on Jiban’s shoulder and gave him a grateful nod.
Apple Kid: Xcite is back, and Demon Boogie cannot get here soon enough! Darkness Aoi escaped Christy again, the tag team championship rematch is No Rules, and Vargas and Trevor are ready for round four! For Larry Grim, I’m Apple Kid! Thank you for joining us LIVE on X and Geistbook! We’ll see you next week on Xcite!
Tack gave Jiban another grateful nod but kept his hands firmly at his sides. Trevor noticed and laughed as the fans continued chanting around them.
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