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[ikkaku-of-heart]

Her Brother's Blood is on His Hands

(Originally written for @heart-pirates-week for Ikkaku’s day with the prompt “Family” but ended up being delayed until now. Inspired by discussions with @shambledsurgeon and @medicus-mortem)

Ikkaku awoke slowly, the persistent beeping of a heart monitor resembling that of a particularly slow but annoying alarm clock. She tried to sit up but a sharp pain in her side dissuaded her, so she was forced to remain on her back, looking around at the sterile walls of the infirmary. She was hooked up to an IV, there were several machines monitoring her vitals, and she could feel the pressure of tightly-wound bandages around her torso and arms.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Law said from the chair at her bedside, putting down the medical book he’d been reading. The circles under his eyes appeared darker than usual, but his grin was comforting and sure. “I was beginning to wonder if we’d have to resort to drastic measures to wake Sleeping Beauty.”

“Law?” she asked weakly, grimacing at how hoarse she sounded due to the dryness of her throat. “The fuck happened?”

“Gonna have to be more specific,” he stated as he carefully helped prop her up enough that she could safely drink some water. “Do you mean how did you end up here? Maybe the extent of your wounds? Or how about what, exactly, I did to the fucker who hurt you?”

Her eyes widened as she recalled what had happened. She’d been taking a walk with Jean Bart, venting about how much she hated that they were now government dogs because Law’d insisted on handing the Navy one hundred hearts. They’d run into a squad of Marines. Her brother’s squad, to be exact. Ushi had decided it was pointless trying to climb the Navy ranks the normal way, and thus had come up with the idea of sucking up to the Celestial Dragons. And what better way to do so than to return to Saint Rosward his wayward slave?

Heart clenching at the thought of her shipmate being handed back over to those bastards, she asked, “Is Jean—”

“He’s fine. Discharged yesterday,” Law promised, nodding towards the empty bed on the other side of the room. He picked up a chart, studying it as he continued, “Needed a lot of stitches for the lacerations across his back and arms, but nothing life-threatening.”

“Good,” she sighed in relief. He hadn’t been killed or taken. Jean Bart would continue to live as a free man for a while longer. He deserved that much.

“Was quite the sight, seeing him charging towards the ship, covered in blood, carrying you like a baby while you bled out from a stab wound,” he commented, voice even, though there was an unmistakable tightness in his jaw. “I’m just glad he managed to tell me who’d done this to you two before he passed out.”

White teeth sank into her bottom lip, guilt pulsing through her. That’s right. It hadn’t exactly been a victory. They’d managed to take down most of the Marines, but Ushi had managed to get behind her, and then there’d been excruciating pain as he’d driven a knife deep into her side…

“I’m sorry, Captain,” she whispered, black curls hiding her face as she hung her head in shame.

“The hell are you apologizing for?” he asked, gold eyes flicking up from the clipboard and narrowing in displeasure.

She wrung her hands, anxious and guilty. “Jean Bart got hurt because of my family baggage.”

“He got hurt because of an opportunistic asshole who decided that Jean being under the protection of a shichibukai didn’t matter,” he snapped. Pausing, he took a deep breath to compose himself. “The fact that said asshole came out of the same uterus as you is irrelevant.”

“We both know that’s not true,” she countered, refusing to look at him. “He targeted the Hearts because of me. He always has. And he wouldn’t have been able to go after Jean Bart if I’d let you kill him years ago. Or killed him myself. You deserve a subordinate with the stones to kill her own brother.”

Internally, she berated herself for that last part. None of this would be a problem if she’d just toughened up and put an end to that bastard. Why did she always seem to stop herself? Morality? Because she knew how heartbroken her parents would be? Because even years later, she was still scared of her childhood boogeyman?

Her thoughts were disturbed by the clipboard lightly smacking her on the head in reproach. It didn’t hurt, but Ikkaku rubbed her head anyway, frowning up at her captain. “You trying to knock me unconscious again?”

“If that’s what it takes to get you to stop talking bullshit,” he retorted. He glared at her for a moment before letting out a sigh, a tattooed hand falling heavily on her shoulder. “Ikkaku,” Law stated, tone brokering no argument, “what I deserve is a subordinate with the stones to stand up to a power-hungry bastard looking to sell her nakama to a bunch of delusional inbred freaks, which that’s exactly what I’ve got. And what you deserve is to not get stabbed in the spleen by your own blood.”

Well. It was hard to argue that logic. “I guess. But next time—”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“You don’t know that.”

The hand on her shoulder fell away to flip through the pages of her chart. “Ikkaku, you nearly bled out before you even got to the sub. You’re lucky Shachi and Penguin share your blood type and were basically tripping over themselves to donate. I had to replace your spleen and left kidney, and if that knife had gone in at a slightly different angle, he could have punctured your stomach or lung. In other words, this bastard nearly cost me my engineer. You’ve known me for goin’ on five years now; do you really think that once you were stable I just sat around twiddling my thumbs while I waited for you to wake up?”

Dark eyes widened in realization. “Did you kill him?”

“Would you be mad if I said I had?”

No. Not at him at least, but she still felt like she’d let him down by not being able to do it herself. “He shouldn’t have been your problem to solve.”

“You’re right. He shouldn’t have been a problem,” he replied harshly. Before Ikkaku could internally berate herself further, though, Law ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and there was a spark of guilt in his eyes. “No Marine should have even touched you guys. That’s supposed to be one of the fucking perks of being a shichibukai. I told you when I took this damn title that you be safe and look how that turned out.”

Yes, that had been a major argument between them, hadn’t it? For Ikkaku, not wanting to be affiliated with the World Government hadn’t just been a matter of pride or general hatred for the bastards who ran the world – she’d been afraid. Terrified that her brother would be waiting for her around every corner. That he’d find a way to get her alone, to finish the job he’d started when she was seven, to finally get her out of his hair. Law had promised she’d be safe, that he wouldn’t let him so much as breath near her. Eventually, she’d come to believe him, but things hadn’t gone to plan.

“You can’t blame yourself for Ushi not following the rules, Law,” she insisted. Yeah, she could have berated him for not listening to her, but in reality, Law’s logic had been sound; Ushi shouldn’t have dared to try anything. Ikkaku didn’t just have the Hearts protecting her anymore – the Navy itself had become another obstacle in his way. She should have been safe.

However, even she hadn’t fully considered why Ushi would go this far, but in hindsight, it made sense. Last she’d checked, he hadn’t been promoted in a while. Hadn’t advanced as quickly as he wanted or earned any accolades for heroism like everyone back home had been expecting. He was a commodore still – not even a rear-admiral, and his name didn’t strike fear into the hearts of pirates like Smoker’s did.

Because he’d been put on a pedestal, her brother had always gotten away with everything, which had only enforced his cruel and abusive nature. The whole island had believed that he’d become a famous Marine and boost their reputation, which was why they’d been willing to overlook the bruises that littered his sister’s arms, or the fact that she’d gone missing for three days while under his care.

If he’d come home a failure, everyone would have to finally admit he was nothing but a twisted, cruel bully. And instead of accepting the blame for enabling, they’d likely make him answer for his crimes.

But more than that, he’d be forced to accept that he was never that special to begin with, and she knew a man as arrogant as him wouldn’t be able to bear that.

Shaking her head, she almost felt pity for him. “Ushi was desperate, and desperate men are unpredictable as fuck. You couldn’t have known he’d be crazy enough to try to suck up to the Celestial Dragons.”

“Neither of us could have known, but I still could have protected you better,” Law retorted, crossing his arms. He still didn’t look fully convinced of his own absolution, but he declared quite plainly, “The fact is, brothers shouldn’t murder their younger siblings, or even try to.”

Well, not even Ikkaku could argue that.

But actions had consequences, and there was still a strong chance Law’s retaliation, justified or not, would bite him in the ass.

“Ushi might have been no one special, but the Navy’s not going to be happy about you killing one of their own,” she said, genuinely worried. Even if Ushi had been going against orders, shichibukai weren’t supposed to attack their Marine allies. What if they decided to strip Law of his new title? Sure, she hated that he was a government dog, but it was a vital part of his plan to take down Joker, and if that had been stripped away because he’d recklessly pursued revenge on her behalf…

The way he smirked at her belied that he didn’t share even a fraction of her concern. “The Navy’ll have a hell of a time pinning a murder on me when there’s no evidence. It’s unlikely he was ordered to attack you and Jean Bart, so there’s no paper trail. The man was obsessed with advancing up the ladder, so likely only a select few are even aware you’re related, thus no one knows of his unfortunate connection to the Heart Pirates. And unless they plan on gutting a bunch of Sea Kings and piecing together chunks of half-digested flesh, I doubt they’ll find enough of his body to even determine his cause of death.”

“You fed him to Sea Kings?”

“His remains, at least. As for how I killed him…well, I won’t bore you with the details.”

It was highly doubtful what he’d done could be described as boring, but Ikkaku decided not to press him. Knowing Law, it had been slow, painful, and had probably involved dissection. “You didn’t have to do all that for me, Captain.”

He dismissed her concerns with a casual wave of his hand. “Of course I did. You’re family. Besides, if I hadn’t, the rest of the crew would have gone after him themselves, and they wouldn’t have done as good a job covering their tracks. Or made him scream quite as loud. No offense to them, but conventional torture methods just can’t match the agony of having your heart slowly crushed to a pulp.”

Was she a bad person for not feeling sick at the thought of her oldest brother—her own blood—being subjected to the Surgeon of Death’s sadism? That instead of anger or disgust, she felt relieved? Sure, he was a massive piece of shit who deserved to die for everything he’d done to her, her other brothers, and who knows what else, but he was still family, wasn’t he?

No. The Hearts were family. Law was family. He was right – Ushi was blood, but he wasn’t her brother.

Law’s brow furrowed with concern and he reached forward, cupping her cheeks and wiping tears away with his thumbs. Ikkaku hadn’t even realized she was crying.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, looking genuinely guilty. “I shouldn’t have overstepped like that. I should have at least waited until you were awake and asked—”

Though she was tired and weak and it took far more effort than she’d like, Ikkaku lifted her arm and flicked Law squarely in the forehead. He didn’t quite flinch back, but he did give her an annoyed grunt, but his brow did smooth out when he saw her bright smile.

“Thank you,” she said, cheeks streaked with tears but voice warm with love and affection and gratitude. It might take a while for her to fully accept that Ushi was no longer laying in wait at every Marine base, but for now, she could breath a little easier. The monster from her childhood had finally been vanquished.

Trafalgar Law might not have been a knight in shining armor, but he was something better. He was the big brother she’d always wished for.

Relieved that she wasn’t angry, Law gave her a tiny but sincere grin back. His engineer was alive, safe, and giving him that sunny smile that could light up a room. Well worth the blood on his hands, and quietly, he vowed to keep her, and the rest of his Hearts, safe from whatever hell might come their way.

They were a loyal bunch of fools, but they were his family. He’d set the world on fire before allowing anything to happen to them.

A hand adorned with the word DEATH retreated from Ikkaku’s cheek to ruffle her hair. “Don’t mention it.”

[duhragonball]

Potpourri

I’ve been thinking about various storytelling things, not really Dragon Ball related, but I figured I could write them all down here and make something out of it.    Yeah, like an old school Livejournal post, except I can’t write a sassy message in the read-more cut.

Okay, first, I’ve been watching a lot of AEW Dark episodes on YouTube, because AEW puts out a new one every Tuesday and it’s easy to fall behind on them.   So it’s like reliving wrestling angles that I watched on AEW Dynamite back in June and July.    One of these angles was a world title match between champion Jon Moxley, and “The Machine” Brian Cage, who debuted by winning a ladder match in dramatic fashion, along with his new manager, Taz.

Taz does a lot of the color commentary for these episodes of Dark, and Cage debuted around the release of Episode 35, so after that, Taz started using his announcing job to promote the upcoming title match and gloat about how his guy Cage was going to destroy Jon Moxley and win the title.   Taz’s main argument was that Cage is absolutely jacked, which made him a success before, but now he’s got Taz coaching him in all the cool stuff Taz used to do in ECW: suplexes, submission holds, etc.    Taz sells you Brian Cage’s world title victory like a lawyer presenting a case to a jury.   At the center of Taz’s argument was his claim that Cage was simply too big, too strong, and too prepared for Jon Moxley’s finishing move, the Paradigm Shift.    Taz predicted that Mox wouldn’t be able to apply the Paradigm Shift properly, and even if he could hit it, it wouldn’t be enough to stop Cage. 

The plot twist came from real life, when Moxley had to stay home because his wife contracted COVID-19.   There was a lot of speculation that he might get sick, and even if he didn’t, that he wouldn’t be able to appear for the title match.   Fortunately, it didn’t come to that, and the match was simply postponed an extra week.    During that time, Taz accused Moxley of ducking Brian Cage, which I wasn’t crazy about, since I didn’t like coronavirus being used in a wrestling angle.   On the other hand, it did give Taz a couple of weeks to run down the champion unopposed.   At one point he reintroduced his old FTW title belt and gave it to Cage because the world title match had been postponed.    Good stuff.  

So finally, Moxley comes back, and he did one promo before the title match, and this was his chance to respond to all the shittalking Taz had been doing.   It was brilliant, because for weeks, Taz had been declaring victory, and he shut it all down in one quick segment.    He brought up Taz’s claim that the Paradigm Shift wouldn’t work on Cage, and Moxley just said “well maybe I won’t try to use my finisher on him.   No, instead, I’m going to target his left bicep, which was surgically repaired last year, putting Cage out of action for several months.”

And just like that, the tone of the show changed, where suddenly it looked like Cage might be in trouble, because his camp only seemed to have a perfect game plan, and here was the champion announcing his own counter-strategy in advance.   “You talked shit about my wife being sick, so I will reinjure your arm.” 

And it was awesome.    At one point Moxley went for a pin, and Cage kicked out, only for Moxley to reverse the pin into a submission move on the arm.    There were points where it seemed like he couldn’t decide which arm to target, and eventually I realized he was going after both of them, switching from one to the other as needed.   It’s smart, because if you go after the good arm, he’s gotta use the vulnerable one to fight you off, and by doing that Cage basically handed it to Mox for his next hold.  

Finally, Moxley had Cage trapped in an arm hold, and the whole time he was looking Taz in the eye, basically waiting for a submission or a ref stoppage, and Taz had no choice but to throw in the towel to save Brian Cage’s career.    It was a beautiful finish because it sewed up the whole story.   Cage never tapped out, so he still looks like a relentless badass, but Taz had to let discretion be the better part of valor.   He mocked Moxley for playing it safe when his wife got sick, so Moxley forced Taz to make the same choice.    Great stuff.   

Second.   I’ve been reading Darth Vader comics since Marvel started publishing new Star Wars stuff again.    Disney bought Marvel and Star Wars, so it was only a matter of time before the comics began to reflect this.   The smart thing they did was to give Vader his own title, which I like because I’m not that into the adventures of Luke and Han.   

The first Vader series was twenty-odd issues featuring his fall from grace after the Death Star’s destruction, and his rise to command of the Imperial Fleet.     Basically it charts Vader’s career between Episodes IV and V, though there’s plenty of room for other side-stories.   

The second series flashed back to the final scenes of Revenge of the Sith, and tracks Vader’s actions before A New Hope.   It doesn’t cover the entire period, but it hits a lot of the important notes.   How he got his red lightsaber, how he trained the Inquisitors and hunted down the surviving Jedi, and how he built the castle on Mustafar seen in Rogue One.   So it handles everything important Vader was known to have done between Episodes III and IV. 

The third series, currently ongoing, starts right after Vader’s final scene in Empire Strikes Back, and I would assume it’s going to lead him right up to his arrival at Death Star II in Return of the Jedi.   I’m really into this, because I feel like this is an especially overlooked stage of Vader’s career.    Starting out, it seems to be mostly about Vader investigating how his son survived Padme’s death, as he seeks revenge against anyone who hid the boy from him.    Of course, nearly everyone involved in that cover-up is already dead, so I’m not sure where this is going to lead.   

All three volumes of the Vader title focus on the utter futility of Vader’s quests for power and revenge.    His hunts for Jedi survivors was just something for him to do in his spare time, since the Jedi were no longer a threat to him.    His castle on Mustafar was designed to give him special knowledge of the Force, but it only revealed truths that he already knew, or had long since rejected.    His plot to regain the Emperor’s favor after Yavin was very satisfying to watch, but also pointless: The Emperor needed him too badly to dispose of him, and Vader’s still a patsy whether he’s the #2 guy in the Empire or the #5 guy in the Empire.    And now this new series sees him chasing ghosts, trying to make sense of Luke’s refusal to join him.     He wants some sort of answer to his dilemma, but the only answer he’s ever going to find is the one in ROTJ, where he sacrifices himself to kill the Emperor, the one thing he cannot bring himself to contemplate until the time comes.

What saddens me, a little, is the realization that there doesn’t seem to be anywhere else for Marvel to go with the guy.   We’ve got an arc of Vader between Episodes III and IV, an arc between IV and V, and now V and VI, and that’s it.    The only way to do another Darth Vader series after this would be to go back and cover one of those three periods of his career.   And I’d be up for that, but the three series Marvel has done seem a little too decisive for this.  Like they purposely planned these comics because they weren’t going to revisit the character again for a while.   At least, not as the star of his own feature.   

I guess I could deal with that.    Maybe Marvel could finally get around to exploring the Sith career of Count Dooku between Episodes I and II, or work out some loose ends with the Emperor between Episodes VI and IX.    The main thing that’s been on my mind about Vader, though, is this idea that the character could just be done, and laid aside.  

This is something I’ve often observed about Cell and Frieza in DBZ.   I still think it’s dumb how they brought back Frieza after Trunks killed him, because there really wasn’t anything left to do with the character after he got turned into a cyborg and instakilled.   There’s nowhere to go after that.    His character arc was to start as the Final Boss of the entire Universe and then to get reduced to a pathetic, minor threat.    You can bring him back, but your only choice, dramatically speaking, is to reset the character, which means putting him back on the same track he’s already covered.     There��s no way to bring back Frieza and not have it be a retread of stuff he’s already done once before.

Cell might have some interesting applications beyond his original story, but he’s too much of a slave to his purpose.    His job was to carry on Dr. Gero’s revenge scheme, and that all ended when the saga ended, so he just seems out of place whenever he appears after that.   This is why I’m glad Toei and Toriyama haven’t brought Cell back, although at this rate it feels like it’s only a matter of time.   The thing is, if they brought him back, what else could they do with him?

With Darth Vader, all of his most important moments have already been covered in the movies, so all that’s left is to produce some side-story content.    The old Expanded Universe tended to steer clear of Darth Vader, probably out of respect for George Lucas’ prequel plans.    Later, the Clone Wars projects gave us more Anakin Skywalker than anyone knew what to do with, which is basically Darth Vader content, but not quite.   That’s why I dig these Marvel books so much, because there’s never been such a sustained effort to tell a Darth Vader story like this.   But once it’s run its course, the only way to keep using the character would basically be to start over.     I have a hard time seeing Marvel do that.  They’d have to get a new writer to retell those years like the first set of comics didn’t happen.    That could be very entertaining, but it doesn’t sound likely to happen.  

I’m not terribly worried about getting my Darth Vader fix in the future.   They’ll keep making stories about him long after I’m dead.   It’s just that I’ve been thinking about the limits of what you can do with one character.    I’ve long thought that you can always find gaps in the narrative that can be filled in with new stories, but maybe that isn’t true.    Maybe at some point, for some characters, there’s a finite amount of things to do with them.    You look at all of the Anakin Skywalker Clone Wars stories, and I’m sure someone could write a few hundred more, but would it really accomplish anything that hasn’t already been covered?   Is it possible to “use up” a character?   I probably won’t know for sure anytime soon.  

[happy-meo]

Masquerade 3.2: Arranged

Will love overcome the fate of being arranged? Or will love arrange its own fate?

SPOILER ALERT!! If you haven’t, please read the main stories of this series: MASQUERADE& Masquerade II & Masquerade III !! As well as the connected story: Silver Spoon. (FYI: This also contains important information leading into Masquerade IV.)

Summary: With your upbringings being significantly different, the time has come where it becomes an obstacle in your relationship. Jungkook’s parents are forcing him to participate in arranged meetings to stabilize his future, and the future of their family’s company. Where will your relationship lie at the end of it all?

Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jimin, Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi and their lovely female leads) Cop!Kook/ Police!Kook, Host au Fluff, Rom-Com, Slight smut   

A/N: As said above, I’m setting up the stage for incoming Masquerade IV mwehehe, and I figured it was time for a little reunion of my lovely characters ^_^ Enjoy ~

           "Ugh." Jungkook grunted as he threw himself on top of you as you lay flat on your stomach on your bed.

           "Well hello to you too." You hummed as you continued typing away on your laptop. "Rough night at work?"

           Jungkook sighed, "That I can handle."

           You nudged him off of you so you could talk face-to-face, putting your laptop away. "Parents again?"

           Jungkook frowned, showing you that you had hit the nail on the head.

           "What did they say?" You whispered.

           Jungkook averted his eyes timidly.

           "Hey." You grabbed Jungkook's hand. "You promised to tell me the truth."

           "But they're being stupid." Jungkook scrunched his face.

           It had been a few months since you and Jungkook became "official". He hadn't exactly told his parents about you, but they seemed to be intensely invested in pairing him off with someone of status and wealth. Long gone were their hopes of Jungkook taking over the family business, but now they seemed to have settled on an alternate plan, which included marrying Jungkook off to a rich heiress. He had attempted to mention many times that he had a girlfriend, but quite aware of their son's very limited ability to interact romantically with females, they just brushed it off as him trying to get out of it.

           Obviously, you weren't a rich heiress nor did you have a name for yourself, having just recently been promoted to a full-time employee. So Jungkook always seemed to sugarcoat his stories about his parents around you, conscious of how it would make you feel. But you weren't a fool though. You had read enough books, seen enough movies, experienced enough of society to know that something like this might eventually become an obstacle while dating Jungkook. But you hadn't expected Jungkook to react like this. You had expected the chic, confident man who had defended his passion to be a police officer adamantly.

           You smiled as you outstretched your arms, and he fell into your torso with another big sigh. Running your fingers through his chestnut brown hair, you spoke.

           "You're torn."

           Jungkook remained silent, but you knew that meant you were right. Not that you doubted his feelings for you, but you had come to realize that Jungkook truly cared about his parents' opinions and approval about this matter more so than his career choice. So he was stuck.

           And you knew he did nothing because he was praying his parents would eventually stop. But with each passing day, they only became more aggressive about the arranged meetings while Jungkook's excuses became more ridiculous. Soon enough, a war was once again waged between him and his parents, but it left both parties miserable.

           "Jungkook..." You felt him melt into you.

           "No. Don't give me a lecture." he groaned as he embraced you tighter. "I don't want to make amends or beg for them to stop. That's just childish."

           "I was just going to say that maybe...you should give it a try."

           You felt him still and look up at you, surprised. "What? You're kidding me."

           You chuckled and shifted. "Okay so hear me out first."

           He sat up, pouting slightly. "I can't believe you're telling me to date after wanting to keep me all to yourself. Take responsibility woman!"

           "You're so cute when you're pouting, my little coconut." You squeezed his cheeks.

           "Let me hear your solution, nerd." He flicked your forehead.

           "Okay." You grinned and crossed your legs, smacking your knees firmly.

           Jungkook chuckled, knowing it was the pose you usually took when your gears were turning. He found it incredibly endearing, but he knew you got annoyed whenever he interrupted, so he simply grabbed your hands attentively.

           "So remember how you just messed up all the internships with companies they sent you to?"

           He snorted. "Yeah, that was fun."

           "Then eventually your parents got tired and gave you an ultimatum. One last company and if it doesn't work out, then they'll accept it, remember?"

           "Yeah, of course I remember." Jungkook leaned forward and kissed you lightly.

           "Thennn..." you smirked as you tickled his chin playfully. "you met a beautiful, captivating co-intern that changed your life forever ~"

           Jungkook scoffed, "I changed my life. She just happened to be there when it was all happening."

           You squinted at him, displeased. "Fine. I'll give you the company issue, but I helped with your relationship status."

           He laughed and nodded. "I can't argue with that."

           "Okay so back to my suggestion --"

           Jungkook captured your lips deeply, stopping you mid-sentence. He knew you hated it, but he loved pushing your buttons.

           "Jungkook! Let me fini--"

           He didn't let you once again, so you stuck your hands under his arms and tickled him. He cackled and wiggled, easily holding your hands down to stop your attack.

           "Truce. Truce." he grinned happily.

           You smiled playfully.

           "So you're telling me to go on all these dates and be a completely horrible, un-charming person until my parents give me an ultimatum?" he raised an eyebrow.

           "Well...yes." you shrugged.

           "You do know that it took me years and a whole lot of companies to get to that point." He looked at you intently. "I don't want to go through that, and I don't want to put you through that."

           Your lips turned up warmly at his genuine affection. "Then how about you give them the ultimatum?"

           "What do you mean?" he tilted his head.

           "You put your foot forward first. Tell them you refuse to go through with this matchmaking, but if they continue to insist, you're willing to go to one. Just one. Tell your parents to go through their lists and files, do the interviews or whatever rich people do to pick a match. Pick their best candidate to put forth. Someone they're confident will suit you. Make them promise that they'll drop the subject if that doesn't work out."

           "Will they even buy that?" Jungkook questioned.

           "Look, Kooks." You caressed his cheek. "I know your parents love you so, so much. If they didn't, they wouldn't be forcing this in the first place. They want you to do what you love without having to worry about financial restraints. That's why they want you to marry into more wealth. But of course the last thing they want is to lose you. They'll take the bait."

           "How can you be so fearless?" Jungkook chuckled as he covered your hand with his. "I've never met someone who would tell their boyfriends to try to date someone they might have to marry."

           You leaned forward to whisper, "Well we all know I'm the only one who can handle your ass."

           Jungkook bit his lip and pressed his body forward until he had you on your back. "And we all know I'm the only one who can eat your ass until you're screaming bloody murder."

           "Hm?" You smirked, unbuttoning his uniform. "I don't think you've reached that level quite yet, Mr. Jeon."

           "Well I've been holding back. Can't have anyone calling the cops." he teased.

           "Well the joke would be on them." You grinned as Jungkook pressed his lips hungrily onto yours.

           "I'll do it." He breathed. "For us."

           You nodded with a gentle smile. "I'll be here waiting."

           And so the day came for his firm stand.

           "I can't believe you brought in gear from your police department for this." Your voice drawled into his ear.

           You knew he was extremely nervous and so in his desperation, he shoved police undercover gear at you, begging you to help him with his confrontation. Obviously, you couldn't abandon him when he asked so earnestly. So here you were, speaking into a microphone while watching from a camera pin he had put on so you could monitor his movements, whilst in your pajamas.

           "You know I could get used to this. I could keep a list of all the girls that hit on you during the day."

           "Not the time." he hissed.

           You remained silent; your attempt at lightening the mood failing.

           Jungkook sat with his hands clasped together in deep, serious thought. He was running through the scenario in his mind, garnering his complete concentration to pull this off without a hitch. His parents tiptoed into their dining room cautiously, unsure of what to expect from their son.  

           "So it seems you've finally come to your senses and agreed?" His mom questioned.

           "No." Jungkook opened his eyes to look at them firmly, taking them by surprising.

           "No?"

           "Just one." Jungkook stood up and dramatically slammed his hand onto the table.

           "Okay, take the dramatics down Mister."

           His face faltered, and he hurriedly pulled his hand off the table. He cleared his throat to regain his composure.

           "I will only agree to one of these arranged meetings. I'm not a kid anymore so I'm not going to waste my time trying to rebel secretly until you give in like last time. I don't like fighting like this so I'm putting my foot down on this situation." He straightened up confidently. "So it's one date. If it doesn't work out, then you need to leave my love life alone. Got it?"

           "No don't ask! Answer yourself and walk away."

           Jungkook nodded and awkwardly clapped his hands together, "Got it. That's all I wanted to say."

           He spun around to walk away nervously, never having stood his ground so boldly and openly in front of his parents. They also seemed to be in a state of shock and awe because he was met with silence and flabbergasted expressions. Before he reached the front door, he heard his mother answer.

           "Fine. Just one! But you really need to make an effort! None of your antics!" she yelled out, her voice laced with worry and hesitation.

           Jungkook smiled and simply walked out the door. Well, that was easy.

           "See? What'd I tell you? I knew they'd agree to it."

           He chuckled and looked up to the sky. "Your genius really creeps me out, you know?"

           "And that is why you love me."

           He nodded, his lips curling up fondly. "True."

           "Oh my gosh. I can't believe I'm actually going through with this. Oh my goodness. Why did I listen to you?" Jungkook paced your living room as you tried to finish up some stuff to send to Jimin and Hoseok.

           "You listened to me because this is the best solution to stop your moping and your fighting with your parents." You stated, quite over his constant complaints.

           It had already been a week and half since his parents agreed to his ultimatum. Jungkook had been fine during that interval, having pushed the issue in the back of his mind. Until he received details of his meeting from his mother, which caused him to breakdown. Every night he would argue with you and himself, trying to plot ways to get out of it, but you would always straighten him back up.

           "But a GIRL, Y/N. A GIRL! I HAVE TO MEET A GIRL!" he bellowed incredulously.

           You hit send on your file and shut your laptop, raising an eyebrow at him. "And what am I? Not a girl?"

           He exhaled, "You know what I mean."

           "No, I don't. Mind clarifying what exactly you take me for?" You pursed your lips. "You took me on a couple of perfectly fine dates."

           "But that's cause it was a teaching opportunity." He lunged into you, knocking you down onto the couch with his sheer weight on top of you. "Plus you were easy to get along with."

           You peered at him. "I recall you running away with 2 large jugs of milk when we ran into each other at the supermarket."

           "Okay, maybe not right away." he frowned.

           You sighed and cupped his cheek as he hovered over you. "Jungkook, this girl is a person like you and like me. Who knows if she's being forced into this too? Get to know them. You're not actually going on a date...unless your plan is to leave me for some rich heiress."

           Jungkook chuckled. "I mean, we'd be set for life if I married rich. Obviously, I'd let her know you were my mistress. We come in a set."

           You shook your head and patted his cheek. "There's my little Gold Mask."

           He inhaled sharply at the mention. "Oh my gosh! That's it!"

           "What?"

           "The big corporation party I'm supposed to meet her in is a MASQUERADE PARTY!" he jumped off the couch.

           "Yes? You knew that."

           "But it's not so scary anymore if I'm behind my Gold Mask." he grinned giddily. "I'll just do it like I used to."

           You glared at him briefly then relaxed your features, shrugging. "Do it however you want then."

           He pouted, "Yah! How could you be so relaxed?"

           You pulled off your glasses and yawned. "Cause of how you were about to pee your pants at the thought of having to meet a girl a few minutes ago."

           Jungkook grumbled. "I'll show you. I can seduce this girl."

           You rolled your eyes. "Sure, sure."

           "I can too!" He huffed and went to grab a jacket.

           "Where are you going?" You tilted your head.

           "The gym!" He snapped as he made his way out of your apartment.

           Your lips curled up as he shut the door behind him angrily. "My boyfriend is so simple."

           You knew making it into a competition would make him less nervous. You would rather see him fired up than sluggish any day. And if it was one thing you were good at, it was psychological warfare.

           "Now," You stood up and stretched. "I should change out of these sweats and tease him when he gets back as retaliation."

           Jungkook froze as he stepped into the apartment and found you lying down on your side, reading on the couch. Usually that would not be such an odd occurrence, but you were currently wearing a satin nightgown that didn't hide any of your assets. He dropped his gym bag and made his way to you, ripping the book out of your grasp.

           "Hey! Jung--" Your complaints were cut off by his lips hungrily on yours.

           "You're teasing me." he growled.

           "Am I?" you smirked. "I didn't think the Golden Host was capable of being so easily seduced."

           "You know I love that on you." He bit his lip, and easily lifted you up from the couch, flipping you around so that you were straddling his lap.

           "And you know," You rubbed his arms, freshly hardened from his intense workout. You traced the veins down his forearms. "I love when you come from the gym."

           He pulled your waist forward so that you two could make out again. You grinded into his hardness, making him moan breathily. Then you quickly retracted and latched yourself off his lap, leaving him stunned.

           "What in the world?" he breathed.

           You smirked, teasingly.

           "Go take a shower. You gave in too easily. What kind of Gold Mask are you?"

           He snorted as he rushed towards you, easily throwing you over his shoulder as you squealed.

           "I've been going easy on you nowadays, huh?" he smacked your ass. "I'll show you why you couldn't get enough of me before."

           You grinned, happy to see him confident once again.

           He gently lay you down on the bed and pulled off his t-shirt in one swift motion. Your eyes roamed his chiseled torso, causing you to lick your lips. He noticed your gaze and he smirked.

           "That's all it took, huh?"

           "I mean I guess you're pleasing to the eye." You shrugged nonchalantly. "But can you deliver?"

           Jungkook chucked his sweatpants and boxers to the side, freeing his strained cock.

           "I'll show you how I deliver, babygirl." His eyes darkened. "Open those legs for me."

           You smiled as you happily accepted him climbing between your legs. He crawled to place a chaste kiss on your lips before anything, and you took the opportunity to hold his face gently.

           "There's my man." you whispered.

           He grinned as he captured your lips deeply; all the while he pulled off the thin fabric that separated his bare body from yours.

           "You won't be whispering much longer, love." he hissed. "I'll have you screaming my name."

           "Make me, Jeon Jungkook." You bit his lip then went to press kisses down his neck.

           "God, I love you." He chuckled as he dipped two fingers into you immediately, causing you to groan loudly.

           "You what?!" Jungkook stared at you in horror a few days later.

           "I told you the other day. I can't make it to the corporation Masquerade party 'cause I have plans with my family." You were washing the dishes.

           "But ...no! You can't not be there when I have this arranged date!" he bellowed.

           "So you could use me as way to get out of it?" You chuckled. "Your parents will be there Jungkook. I hardly think it'd be appropriate to introduce me like that. Plus part of the ultimatum was that you'd look like you actually were trying on this date."

           "Can't you hang out with your family another time?" He pouted as he embraced you, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. "I need you there. I promise I won't use you. I just want you there to keep me sane. Seeing you from afar would be enough. Plus you know I feel so stuffy with anything company-related."

           "I know. I'm sorry." You spun around and dried your hands on his shirt, which caused him to scrunch his face. But he didn't let go of you. You patted his chest warmly and gazed at him intently. "But Kooks, you're a big boy. Show your parents you can handle this situation properly and maturely. Then they'll stop treating you like a child who needs them to keep looking out for your future."

           He exhaled and rested his chin on top of your head. "I hate that you're always right."

           You grinned and embraced him tightly. "I know you can do it."

           "I can't believe you'd abandon your boyfriend in his time of need." He playfully made sobbing noises.

           You smacked his butt, laughing. "You're such a big baby. I can't with you."

           He chuckled and tightened his arms around you. "It's for us, isn't it?"

           "Hm?"

           "I have to get them off my back so I can finally introduce them to you, and they'll take me... and us seriously." he hummed. "That no matter your background, I'm going to choose you so they have to deal with it."

           You smiled.

           "You'll pick out my suit for me at least, right?" Jungkook separated your bodies slightly so he could take a good look at your face.

           "Of course." you brushed his shoulders. "I have to make sure you give Park Jimin a run for his money."

           Jungkook grinned widely.

           "Okay, Jungkook. You can do this." He hummed as he looked at himself in front of the mirror.

           On your suggestion, he had pulled his bangs up with some gel, exposing his forehead and his sharp eyebrows. Then with renewed confidence, he once again placed his Gold Mask over his eyes.

           "It's been awhile, Nochu." He grinned at his reflection. "And hopefully the last time we meet again."

           With that, he stepped out of the bathroom and into the lobby of the Grand Hotel the corporation ball was being held in.

           "Ohohoho. I'd know that mask anywhere." Jimin cackled as he threw an arm around Jungkook.

           "I see you still kept your ancient relic." Jungkook teased as he tapped on Jimin's infamous red mask.

           "It is not ancient!" Jimin gasped, offended.

           "There, there. Don't start a war with the muscular child." Receptionist handed Jimin a drink.

           "A red mask too. Nice." Jungkook grabbed his own drink from a passing waiter and toasted glasses with the Receptionist.

           "If there was a female Masquerade Club, she'd definitely be my equivalent." Jimin whispered proudly.

           "Wouldn't doubt it." Jungkook chuckled. "She surely has a lot of male customers at Burlesque."

           "Jungkook! Long time no see!" Hoseok beamed as he and Silver walked to them hand-in-hand.

           "Oh my gosh. Nostalgia." Silver sighed as she looked at Black Mask and Red Mask endearingly.

           "Remembering all the good times we had, hm?" Jimin wiggled his eyebrows.

           Hoseok clicked his tongue and glared at his best friend.

           "Well, well, well....look who decided to show up." Jimin beamed suddenly and shoved his drink to his confused girlfriend before sprinting towards the person currently entering the lobby area.

           The others watched as he lunged onto the unsuspecting person with obnoxious blonde hair and a mint green and silver mask.

           "MINNNN YOONGGIII!" he bellowed excitedly.

           "Oh my gosh, Park Jimin. Get off of me." Yoongi huffed, embarrassed.

           "Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?" Jimin bounced excitedly.

           "Jimin!" A female wearing a matching mask called out soon after.

           "My Farm Girl!" Jimin raced to her and spun her around enthusiastically. "It's been ages."

           "I know. I'm so proud of you for staying in a relationship this long." She squeezed his hand, dramatically clutching her chest.

           "But I mean look at you, all engaged and stuff." Jimin teased as Farm Girl showed off her ring.

           Yoongi smiled subtly, trying not to show how happy he was she was flaunting her engagement ring.

           "Well you know, he practically threw it at me and ran out of the bedroom." She teased.

           "Hey! That's not how it happened!" Yoongi bellowed.

           "You have to say hi to the others. They're all over there." Jimin gestured for the others to come join him, and they all exchanged greetings.

           "My little Kookie ~ look how you've grown up." Farm Girl smiled fondly as she patted his cheek. "It seemed like yesterday you were giving me a headache at my company."

           Jungkook giggled. "And that's why you and Yoongi-hyung sent me to Seoul."

           "We figured you'd do well under another headache of ours." She winked as she glanced at Jimin.  

           "Well, I'm proud of you two for actually coming out and showing yourselves." Jimin grinned.

           "Well, we had ulterior motives." Farm Girl confessed.

           Yoongi grumbled under his breath.

           "Oh holy hell." Jungkook groaned as he noticed the appearance of a very familiar tall, lean man wearing a purple mask donned with musical notes.

           "Hey there fellow Chairman candidates." Namjoon walked over and ruffled Farm Girl's hair fondly. Then he and Yoongi proceeded to stare at each other intensely for a few seconds. Afterwards, he finally noticed Jungkook beside him. "Jungkook. Fancy seeing you here."

           "I am still one of the company's biggest investors." Jungkook crossed his arms defensively. "And my family still is a large part of the corporation. So why wouldn't I be here?"

           "Whoa, put the claws away boys." Receptionist stepped in. "We can head into the Main Banquet Hall now."

           "Wanna escort me too?" Farm Girl smiled as she offered her other arm to Jungkook.

           Yoongi chuckled and nodded as Jungkook glanced at him for permission.

           "Wow, look at all my arm candies." she giggled.

           "How about I take one for my own?" Namjoon swooped in and threw an arm around Yoongi. "Can't go in solo."

           "No! Don't touch me!" Yoongi snapped and flailed his arms, but Namjoon was already dragging him chummily ahead.

           Jungkook and Farm Girl laughed at the humorous situation of Yoongi one-sidedly bickering with Namjoon, who easily towered over him.

           "Who came up with your mask designs?" Jungkook questioned. "It's a very unique color."

           Farm Girl chuckled. "Yoongi wanted to re-dye his hair mint again, but I was against it. Especially since the Chairman, all the sponsors, investors, and the big shots will be here tonight. So I appeased him by saying we could wear mint masks instead."

           "It looks nice. It's different." Jungkook complimented.

           "Thanks." She patted his arm. "You've definitely grown up."

           "I'm trying." His lips curled up.

           "For yourself? Or for someone else?" she eyed him curiously.

           "A little of both." he blushed.

           "Ohh ~" she nudged him.

           "Well, you should probably get back to Yoongi." Jungkook pointed as the man was squaring up in front of Namjoon.

           "Oh lord. Leo!" Farm Girl called out.

           Jungkook flinched as a stoic faced man appeared beside Farm Girl in a flash. "Yes?"

           "What in the world?" he gasped.

           "Take care of that will you?" She sighed.

           Leo nodded curtly before striding towards Yoongi and pulling him away from the self-created fray.

           She rubbed her temples. "Anyway, I'll see you around. Enjoy yourself, okay?"

           Jungkook smiled and waved as she hurried off to scold her fiancée.  The music began amidst the chatter. As always with these gatherings, food was scarce and it was all about communicating and networking. Luckily, he had stuffed himself with a hefty meal to make sure he was able to make it through most of the night. A few people made their way towards the dance floor with their partners though, and began gently dancing to the slow classical music. He glanced around, wondering which of these disguised faces was the woman his parents chose for him.

           As if on cue, someone tugged at his suit.

           "Um...uh Mr. Jeon?"

           He blinked at the familiar voice. "Yes?"

           "It's me." She pulled down her mask shyly.

           "Miss Puppy!" Jungkook called out.

           She blushed and nodded. "I'm happy you remember me."

           "Of course. My friend, Tae, mentions you here and there." Jungkook smiled.

           "Oh does he?" her lips curled up.

           Then Jungkook froze. "Wait. Did my parents talk to you?"

           "Oh." She looked around. "Yeah, they did."

           "Oh."

           Well, this wasn't bad. It'd be easy to explain why things wouldn't work out for them. He kind of knew her already, so things might not be so awkward. He could make a convincing attempt to try to enjoy their time together this evening so his parents could see.

           "Um..." Jungkook scratched his head. "Would you like to dance then?"

           She was visibly flustered and stammered. "M-m-me? D-d-dance? Oh no...I'm not very--"

           Jungkook smiled warmly, slightly reminded of his old self, and grabbed her hand. "I'll lead. Don't worry."

           He could feel her shaking a little out of nervousness, but after a few seconds of swaying, she felt more at ease.

           "Do you come to these often?"

           "Not so much. I get a little nervous and shy. But I've been trying to get out there."

           "Same here." Jungkook separated slightly so he could take a good look at her then gasped slightly.

           "What? Mr. Jeon? Is there something on my face?" she flustered.

           He shook his head frantically then pulled her into his chest, in panic. He knew that mask. He had seen this exact mask at the Club. His eyes closed, trying to recollect when and with whom. Then all of a sudden, he felt something hit the back of his head.

           "Hm?" He glanced down and found a small piece of bread on the ground.

           He followed the line of vision, just in time to catch a glimpse of pink tiptoe-ing away.

           And that's when it hit him.

           Immediately, he let go and stepped back.

           Miss Puppy was Jin's longest running customer. The one who had always come in crying and upset about her latest terrible date and/or break-up. The one he had a soft spot for.

           "Mr. Jeon?" She looked at him, puzzled.

           "Oh my gosh." He hurriedly covered his face, afraid she would recognize his mask. "I-I'm so sorry. I don't think this'll work out."

           "Wait, what? We were just dancing?" she blinked.

           "I- uh- I know my parents arranged you to meet with me, but um yeah, I --" Jungkook bowed. "I have to check something real quick."

           "What? Your parents?" she tilted her head. "They never arranged for us to meet. All they said was hi to me earlier...." She responded meekly as he sprinted off behind the column.

           "You!" Jungkook pounced.

           "Ahhhh!" The man hiding behind the pillar spazzed out and screamed loudly.

           "It IS you! Hyung!" Jungkook beamed at the familiar figure in front of him. "What're you doing here?"

           "I don't know who you're talking about." Jin averted his eyes and attempted to walk away.

           "Oh please. You threw a piece of bread at me." Jungkook snorted.

           "I didn't."

           "Yes, you did."

           "No, I didn't."

           "Yes, you did."

           "I'm not doing this right now, Jeon Jungkook!"

  ��        "Ha! It IS you, Jin!"

           "Shhh!" Jin covered his mouth. "I'm working right now."

           "A hotel waiter. Hott." Jungkook smirked. "You didn't use your Club mask."

           "Well, this is my other place of work." Jin looked around. "We had to wear the standard white masks."

           "But you still added a hint of pink on yours." Jungkook tapped on the small pink sticker on the side of his mask.

           Jin frowned.

           "You know your client is here." He smirked.

           "I do. I don't appreciate you googly eye-ing her when you have a girlfriend." Jin hissed.

           "Somebody's jealous." Jungkook teased and started poking his hyung.

           "No! Stop! I'm ticklish, remember?" Jin began wiggling his body and fighting back laughter.  He strongly grabbed onto Jungkook's hands, trying to stop him.

           "Jungkook?"

           Jin and Jungkook froze.

           "Hi, mom." Jungkook grinned weakly as he slowly let go of Jin's hands.

           His mom eyed the two of them worriedly. Jin coughed and bowed, making his escape swiftly.

           "I didn't know you were close to the waiting staff." she blinked.

           "Oh. He's an old friend is all." Jungkook waved it off. "I met your arranged date, but I don't think it's going to work out. We danced already and--"

           "What? But she's not even here yet." His mom cut him off.

           "Wait. What? She's not?" Jungkook looked at her in shock.

           "Yeah, she should be coming soon. She just called to say she was pulling in at the valet. So come." She grabbed her son's hands warmly. "I think you'll really like this girl, Jungkook. I really want you to try to get to know her."

           Jungkook sighed sullenly.

           "She is absolutely astounding. She got recommendations and high regards from FIVE of the CEOs. They're all heads of the biggest branches too. 3 of them are the Chairman candidates and..."

           Jungkook tuned his mother out, mentally preparing himself for this dreaded meeting. He preoccupied himself with the thought of coming home to you after all this was done. Throwing on his favorite warm hoodie and playing video games with you as you sat in his embrace. His lips curled up.

           "Jungkook." His mother sternly called, probably long since aware he was not paying attention to what she was saying.

           "Yes!" he straightened up obediently.

           "Oh for goodness sake. I was telling you a little about her to give you the upper hand, but you weren't paying attention." She frowned as she fixed his suit up. "Now she's going to come in soon. Your dad is escorting her. Please stay still and be nice."

           "I'm always nice." he grinned.

           His mother gave him a knowing look. "Now I know it'd be awkward if we introduced you two so we asked two other people to do the introductions so it's more natural."

           "Who?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

           "Sadly, us." Yoongi appeared with Farm Girl beside him.

           Jungkook spotted the tall, lanky man that had pulled Yoongi away earlier, nodding his head to the beat of the music behind them. His face still not changing expression, but for some reason he seemed very into the song.

           "CEO Min." Jungkook's mother bowed. "And almost CEO Min."

           Farm Girl smiled warmly as she returned the gesture. "Mrs. Jeon."

           "Please take care of my son." She smiled before scurrying away.

           "What's the meaning of this?" Jungkook furrowed his brow.

           "Shh..." Farm Girl put her index finger over his mouth. "Jungkook, let me introduce to you, your arranged date."

           "I don't--"

           "Just shut up and turn around!" Yoongi spun Jungkook around swiftly, in time for the banquet halls to open up.

           The creak was so loud that other guests stopped what they were doing to see who was entering the party so late.

           Jungkook's eyes widened, and he felt his entire body freeze on the spot.

           The woman entered gracefully, wearing a beautiful, black off-shoulder floor-length silk dress and a familiar mask with wings. Stunned, his feet moved him forward unknowingly, praying he wasn't hallucinating.

           His father bowed beside you and knowingly disappeared. Your lips curled up at the sheer shock painted on your boyfriend's face at your entrance.

           Farm Girl patted Jungkook's shoulder triumphantly. "Jeon Jungkook meet my sister... Y/N." Then she leaned over to whisper. "Though you two seem to already be quite acquainted."  

           "You've got to be shitting me." Jungkook cursed.

           "Jeon Jungkook, your language!" His mother scolded from afar.

           You grinned as you outstretched your hand, "Y/N."

           "Jungkook." He pressed your hand, still not quite believing he was seeing you in front of him. "But how--?"

           "Well, you should ask me to dance first, don't you think?" she smirked.

           "Ohh ~" Jimin obnoxiously reacted, earning looks from people around him. "What? I'm trying to make it interesting."

           "Well then Y/N." Jungkook bowed and offered his hand. "Would you care to dance?"

           "I'd be honored." You curtsied and soon found his arm wrapped around your waist, where it belonged. He pulled you close to his body and clasped your hands together. "A little close for our first encounter. Don't you think, Mr. Jeon?"

           "I can't believe you." he breathed.

           "Well I did tell you I had plans with my family." You cheekily grinned, then glanced over at Yoongi and Farm Girl. "Thanks Sis. Thanks Bro-in-Law."

           "I swear Jungkook. If you hurt her, I'll...I'll..." Yoongi fumbled for a threat.

           Jungkook waited patiently, quite amused.

           "I'll take away your investments! All of them!" he bellowed.

           "Alright, you've said your threat, honey." Farm Girl patted Yoongi's chest. "I'm sure Jungkook felt your intimidation."

           Farm Girl glanced at Jungkook pleadingly, and Jungkook firmly nodded. "Yes, I take my investments seriously, Mr. Min."

           Yoongi peered at the two of you. "I know you two are shitting me. Don't pull that crap."

           Jungkook and Farm Girl giggled.

           "Let's leave them. Come on." Farm Girl tugged at Yoongi's hand gently. "Your past rugged ways were already a bad influence on the child. Now your cursing has infected him."

           "I'm pretty sure that's Jimin's influence." Yoongi mumbled.

           Jungkook smiled fondly at you once they disappeared.

           "What?" You chuckled.

           "Why didn't you ever tell me you were related to them? I didn't think we kept secrets from each other."

           "Well," you hummed. "At first, it was kept secret because I didn't want people feeling like they needed to give me special treatment at the office. I'm sure you could relate."

           Jungkook nodded.

           "Then it just never came up." You shrugged. "To me, they're just my older sister and my clumsy, weak but over-protective, adorable brother-in-law."

           "Did you have this planned from the beginning?" Jungkook pulled you closer so his cheek was leaning against your temple, no longer caring that his parents were watching the two of you in awe.

           "No." You admitted. "But then I guess the thought of you running off with a rich heiress started bothering me. Then I started wondering...what if your parents would compare me to whoever they chose? Will I ever be truly accepted? So, I decided to just go all in and beat the competition so I wouldn't be compared to anyone."

           Jungkook laughed.

           "I needed to grow up a little." You smiled. "I didn't want you to fight for us alone."

           "I love you." Jungkook whispered as he pressed your foreheads together.

           "I love you too."

           Jungkook twirled you around and kissed your forehead, "You and your beautiful brain."

           "Guess you're still stuck with me, huh?" You grinned cheekily as you tilted your head up.

           Jungkook leaned down, moving his lips closer to yours.

           "Yah, yah, yah. Too close!" Yoongi bellowed.

           "Shut up Yoongi!" Your sister smacked him.

           Leo, on the other hand, was watching in anticipation, giving you an encouraging nod supportively.

           "Oh maybe we should properly introduce me to your parents first." You shied away.

           "Oh, who cares?" Jungkook grinned as he tugged you forward to close the gap and kissed you square in the mouth.

           "WOOOOO!" Jimin's obnoxious yelling was heard above the others, causing you two to break the kiss and laugh.

           Jungkook glanced over, not surprised to find the flabbergasted expressions of his parents at the sudden turn of events.

           "Guess they weren't expecting things to go this well." You grinned.

           "No, definitely not." he chuckled.

           "So...Red Mask was Jimin, huh? And Black Mask was Hoseok?" You questioned.

           Jungkook choked on his own spit at your sudden revelation. "What?"

           "Well I was waiting for your dad to come get me when Jimin ran across the lobby yelling 'RED MASK IS BACK BITCHES!' before Receptionist smacked him upside the head and dragged him back inside." You giggled. "Then it all kind of just fell into place."

           "Yeah..." Jungkook blushed then he gawked at her, having his own realization. "So wait...you're Tae's cousin..."

           "Yes?"

           "And Farm Girl's sister."

           "Um yes..."

           "And I know someone who told me HIS sister was Min Yoongi's fiancee...and if you are her sister then that makes him your BROTHER and --"

           "Oh, you know Jin?" You perked up.

           Jungkook started coughing violently.

           You worriedly patted his back. "Are you okay?"

           "Does your erm...your brother know about us? About me? Specifically?" He worried.

           "Yeah, why?"

           "Uhh...hmmm..." He scratched the back of his head nervously. "Well I guess it's a funny story."

           "I know he works in this hotel during weekends." You smiled, looking around briefly. "He's working today actually."

           Jungkook laughed half-heartedly as he was horrified at the thought that his fellow mask knew this whole time he was having sex with his sister. He recalled the few months when Jin had challenged him consistently and randomly hit him or gave him the cold shoulder. He had thought it was just the elder's way to play around with him.

           He groaned. "It all makes sense now."

           "What does?" You blinked.

           "I am so sorry, Jin." he exhaled. "Can we treat your brother out one of these days? Something expensive?"

           You chuckled. "Jin loves to eat so I'm sure he'll have a few restaurants in mind."

           "Most expensive Korean BBQ place in Seoul, and Leo's coming too."

           The two of you jumped as Leo appeared out of nowhere and put forth the suggestion.

           "Said Jin." he finished.

           "Who IS this guy?" Jungkook blinked.

           "Oh, he's Yoongi's bodyguard, but he's become the family's dearest friend too." You smiled at the lengthy man warmly.

           Leo's lips curled up, pleased.

           "Was he listening in?" Jungkook continued to study Leo skeptically.

           "I think Jin asked him to." You chuckled.

           "What shall I reply with?" Leo questioned.

           Jungkook glanced at you and you nodded encouragingly.

           "It's a deal." Jungkook responded.

           "Master Jin says if you agreed that I should give you a warm embrace and a hit to your head." Leo outstretched his arms and marched robotically towards Jungkook.

           "What?" Jungkook stumbled back. "I don't even know you!"

           "I must give you a warm embrace." Leo drawled and continued to follow Jungkook as he tried to escape frantically.

           "I'd just give in! He takes his job seriously!" You called out happily.

           "What a wimp." Jin appeared beside you, snorting.

           You grabbed a drink from the tray he was holding. "Says the one who used Leo to do his dirty deed?"

           "You know as well as I do that Jungkook is too strong." Jin frowned. "I just evened the playing field."

           "So you in Club Masquerade, hm?" You smirked.

           Jin looked around, his eyes threatening to pop out of its sockets. "What?! Who? Me? Noooo!"

           You glanced at him amused. "My dear brother. You forget that I'm the genius in our family."

           Jin averted his eyes, hoping that would make him less guilty.

           "Jungkook said he knew you from somewhere, and seeing as I, his girlfriend know usually where he frequents his time, and I, your little sister, know that you aren't a police officer or someone who worked at our company, narrowed it down to you working at Club Masquerade." You snatched another drink and handed it to Jin, who chugged it blankly. "And your reaction confirmed it."

           Jin turned red.

           "I won't tell if you don't." You whispered.

           Jin sighed and held out his pinky. "If I go down, I'm taking you with me."

           "Of course." You smirked and locked your pinkies together to seal the pact. "But wow, I'm so proud of you. I thought you were wasting your age and beauty, but here you are getting a lot more action than I thought."

           "Ahhh!" Jin covered his ears and walked away, yelling intermittently to drown out any further comments from you, which earned him odd looks from the people he passed.

           "Who in the world is that?" Farm Girl turned to look at the origin of the yelling. "Sounds a little like Jin, don't you think?"

           Yoongi glanced over and realized that it was in fact, Jin. He hurriedly started dancing wildly to distract his fiancée.

           "Woo! This is my jam!" He bellowed, prancing around and wiggling his torso.

           "Yoongi... it's a waltz song." She looked at him, amused.

           He coughed. "Well, who says we can't party to a waltz?"

           "Maybe you should lay off on the drinks." She worried.

           Yoongi exhaled as Jin successfully disappeared.

           "Parties are so exhausting." he slumped.

           "You were just literally wildin' out a few seconds ago." She shook her head.

           "Who came up with this mask idea anyway?" Yoongi tapped on his. "It's a bit stuffy, like someone I know."

           Coincidentally, Namjoon bumped into Yoongi after his comment, knocking the latter over easily. Luckily, Farm Girl caught him with a chuckle.

           "Oh sorry." Namjoon fixed his suit with a smirk.

           "You did that on purpose." Yoongi hissed.

           "If you weren't so short, I would've gotten out of the way." Namjoon retaliated.

           "Whoa there." You interjected. "Play nice, my elders."

           Jungkook snorted as you two finally joined the crowd.

           "Hi Y/N." Namjoon smiled warmly.

           "Hi Joon." You returned his greeting.

           "Hi Jungkook!" Jungkook intervened and high-fived himself.

           "How did you end up passing the interview, Y/N?" Namjoon leaned around Jungkook to speak to you.

           "Ah...that." You grinned.

           "The interview? What interview?" Jungkook tilted his head.

           "The interview to be your arranged date." You smiled. "I acquired some help from my good friends."

           Jungkook then recalled what his mother was saying to him before your entrance. "She got recommendations and high regards from FIVE of the CEO's. They're all heads of the biggest branches too. 3 of them are the Chairman candidates."

           "Hoseok, Jimin, Farm Girl, Yoongi..." he counted as he glanced up at Namjoon. "You helped her too?"

           Namjoon shrugged. "Why not?"

           He squinted skeptically. "Why?"

           "I like and respect Y/N. I want her to be happy." Namjoon answered. "And I think you two are good together."

           Jungkook peered at him still. "I don't believe you..."

           "Jungkook." You chuckled and hit his shoulder.

           Namjoon snorted then leaned down to whisper. "But I'm still keeping an eye on you, Nochu."

           With that, Namjoon saluted the group and disappeared suavely.

           "He's still so cool." You watched dreamily.

           Jungkook rolled his eyes.

           "Anyways, how did you get my parents to choose you?" He questioned.

           "Mmm...I was just my charming self." You grinned and shrugged.

           You nervously drummed your fingers on the folder you held with your resume, certificates, and letters of recommendation. You had experienced a few interviews for jobs, but none of that prepared you for an interview in order to be chosen as someone's possible bride-to-be. As nervous as you were because failure here meant they wouldn't accept you as Jungkook's girlfriend in the future, you also knew it could mean easing the burden Jungkook put on himself if you were able to get their approval.

           "Ms. Y/N?"

           A voice called out, signaling your turn.

           "Yes!" You stood up and nervously entered their large office.

           The sheer grandeur of the Jeon household was amazing. Being with down-to-earth Jungkook, it never truly struck you that he had come from a rich upbringing. But then again, his company did create a lot of the products you used every day. All you could do was gawk at the large library behind who you assumed to be his parents.

           "H-hello." You sat down obediently as you handed them your folder.

           "What brings you here today Ms. Y/N? What family are you from?" Jungkook's mother started.

           "Um...actually..." you cleared your throat. "My family isn't quite known in the business world. Well, my sister and my brother-in-law are."

           "Oh my goodness." Jungkook's mother gasped as she pulled out your recommendation letters. "Do you know all these people well?"

           You leaned forward to check that she had the right documents. "Oh yes. I work under CEO Park and CEO Jung. I'm a personal friend of CEO Kim. And my sister and brother-in-law are the two others."

           "Chairman Min's grandson is your brother-in-law?" His soft spoken father questioned.

           You blushed and nodded. "I know it's not enough to just be bound by titles, but I have similar ambitions of following my sister and my brother-in-law."

           They perked up. "You want to become a CEO."

           "I hope to be so. I also would like to start my own franchise like the other Chairman candidates as well."

           "You came at the top of your class from Seoul University too. Wow." His mother read through your resume. "Well you surely blew everyone out of the water by recommendations alone. It seems you're intelligent and ambitious too."

           You bowed gratefully.

           "But of course, we're parents first and foremost. On paper, you have wonderful potential and we both think you would be a positive influence and supporter to our son." She glanced at her husband. "But if your family didn't force you here to share in the wealth of our brand name, why would you be interested in our son?"

           You smiled, "I actually had the luxury of getting to know Jungkook personally as we were both interns under CEO Park and CEO Jung."

           "Oh? And what do you think of our son?"

           "He's warm." You glanced at them fondly. "Down-to-Earth. He has a strong sense of justice, and at first, he may seem shy and reserved, nervous even, but when you get to know him, when you truly step back and try to know him, he takes care of people subtly. He's conscious of people's emotions. He's caring. And he always tries his best in something he really wants to do." You chuckled. "He's really funny. He can probably make me laugh even when I'm in the worst of moods. And don't get me started when he gets competitive, he's like a different person."

           You realized you were rambling about their son so you averted your eyes, embarrassed.

           They were both smiling at you warmly from where they were seated.

           You blushed.

           "I think we've definitely heard enough." his mother stood up. "Y/N."

           "Y-yes...?" You stammered.

           She walked over and hugged you, taking you by surprise.

           "We'd love to have you date our son." She fixed your hair. "You're beautiful, smart, observant, ambitious, and it seems like you care a lot about him already. We couldn't ask for a better candidate." Then she whispered. "And it'd be great if you could inherit the family name and help raise the company back to independence."

           You laughed loudly while Jungkook's father looked puzzled at your secret exchange with his wife. Her eyes twinkled as she studied you warmly.

           "Now he might try to run away from you and make excuses, but please stick to him." she pleaded.

           "Mrs. Jeon, I'm afraid I'm already quite stuck to him." You grinned.    

           You smiled as Jungkook held you against while the two of you danced. Resting your head onto his shoulder, you shut your eyes and let yourself relax in his lead.

           "Sleepy?" he questioned.

           "Why? Will you take me home?" You grinned.

           "Don't tempt me." He chuckled.

           "I just like being here with you." You hummed.

           "Me too." He kissed your temple sweetly. "And Y/N?"

           "Hm?" You lifted your head up curiously at his serious tone.

           His eyes bore into yours intently, filling you with butterflies all over again. Leaning forward, he captured your lips deeply, leaving you breathless from its passion and intensity.

           "I'm glad it was you."

[runningwitches]

Scarlet Shadow (Nightwing x Reader)

Request: can you do #48 with nightwing pls. i don’t really knoe the context or whatever but that sounds cute thank you i love your writing !

48: “It appears that I’ve been shot...”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, but I thought I’d give a little explanation into the name behind the superhero name I used for this one. Basically my brother and I used to work at a laser tag place, and there was a party for all the fifth graders that were promoting, and they got to play in teams. One group of 15 decided they wanted to do guys vs. girls and that the guy would be blue team and the girls would be red team. This group of 7 girls (I had to play to even the teams out haha) decided that their name was going to be the scarlet shadows and I always thought it would be a cool superhero name, so here we are. Let me know if you want a second part, because I’m totally down.

Word Count: 1921

Warnings: Blood, Needles (just an IV), a poorly written fight scene, Language? (Nigntwing says shit a couple of times and the reader uses the word dick in a context that isn’t a name?). If I missed anything,let me know.

You were patrolling the streets as you usually did, avoiding Batman and his sidekicks as usual, when the sounding of a bank alarm caught your attention. You debated your options: go and possibly run into Batman or one of his little friends, go and end up being overpowered by the crooks, don’t go and leave the possibility of Batman or whoever going to stop it, or don’t go and pretend like it never happened so you don’t have to live with the guilt.

You decided to go, the idea of leaving the crime without helping guilting you into it, despite the overwhelming dread you felt when you thought that the Batman or one of the little birdies would show up.

You had been a vigilante in Gotham by the time you hit 18 and moved out of your parent’s house. You grew up on those streets, the broken relationship you had with your family often leading you out of your house and onto them at night. Though you had never been the victim of one of the crimes that had happened during your time in Gotham, you had witnessed numerous, and not been able to stop them. By the age of 13, you had taken multiple self-defense classes and began to train at a gym in order to get your strength up. Your fighting style had begun to develop, and you almost exclusively used hand to hand combat, disarming and disabling the opponent, even in your vigilante days. By 16 you had taught yourself how to sew and began to make clothing to fight in, and by 18 you had full on vigilante costume, complete with some shitty weapons that you rarely used, and a stereotypical mask.

You’re now 22 years old, and though you personally aren’t well known for anything other than your mediocre barista skills at the local coffee shop, Scarlet Shadow is a common household name throughout Gotham. A name to rival only Batman’s.

Batman, the other main vigilante in Gotham. The one you were avoiding because you knew he was going to want to interrogate you, and you knew he was going to tell you to stop fighting, or something stupid like that. So you avoided him. In your four years of being a vigilante you had managed to avoid him and the rest of the “bat family,” but you had a bad feeling as you made your way to the bank.

Arriving at the bank, the bats weren't there, but there were five people dressed in all black attempting to open the vault. You quickly began to take out the two that appeared to be on lookout. It wasn’t a difficult fight, as you kicked the gun out of the first one’s hand, and grabbed the other one’s with your left hand. Quickly tossing it aside, you landed a punch, and within a few more seconds both of the men were lying unconscious on the ground. You snuck up behind one of the three men that remained and pulled him into a chokehold. As he reached for his gun at his waist, you grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm behind his back, grabbing the gun from his hand and using the butt of it to render him unconscious.

Surprisingly, the other two were too distracted in their attempt to unlock the safe that they didn't hear the struggle going on outside of the room they were in. You stood in the doorway, debating your next line of action when one turned around and saw you. You quickly jumped into a fighting stance and disarmed him, as you took down the fourth guy you heard a gunshot and felt a piercing pain in your right side. The adrenaline from the fight helping you work your way through the gunshot wound, you were able to render the last man unconscious. Quickly bending down to apply pressure to the wound, you thought about how thankful you were that the bullet had only grazed the side of your torso, and as your adrenaline began to slow down, the pain began to feel more prominent. Though the wound was simply a graze, the blood seemed endless. You began to tie the thieves up, hoping that the pain would begin to go away. As you tied up the last one, you heard a voice from behind you. You turned your head and saw the one and only Nightwing.

“Shit, was I late?”

“It seems so,” you replied, teeth gritted from the pain in your side.

“Woah! It's Scarlet Shadow! Batman has been looking for you for years!” he exclaimed, “oh shit, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine, nothing too bad. However, it appears that I’ve been shot,” you explained calmly, while gesturing to your side with a bloodied hand.

“We’ve gotta get you help,” Nightwing told you, as if you didn't realize you needed help with your wounds.

“Yeah, figures. I thought I was fine actually,” you replied, starting to walk towards the exit.

“So, like I hear the sarcasm in your voice, but your actions are telling me you're serious.”

“I can get my own help, thanks though,” you responded, waving him off. As you reached for your grappling hook from your waistband, he rushed towards you and grabbed your wrist.

“You're not really in the shape to be denying help right now, Scarlet,” he said, gesturing to your bloody catsuit. He swiftly picked you up bridal style, making sure that your left side was towards him, and that his hands avoided the most prominent wound on your body.

“Put me down, Nightwing,” you said through gritted teeth. If he brought you to the Batcave you'd have to face the whole band of vigilantes that you had spent almost five years avoiding. It would just be easier to go home, change, and admit yourself to a hospital, claiming to just be another victim of one of Gotham’s many crimes. And as appealing as jumping out of the man’s arms and kicking him straight in the dick was, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. He was being nice to you, offering help, and the increasing drowsiness you were feeling from the blood loss seemed to add onto the feeling that you should go with him. You looked into his eyes, completely white under his mask, and couldn't help but sigh. “Fine, but if I wake up and my mask is off or shows any sign of being removed I will personally murder you and every one of your friends. And that's coming from someone who doesn't kill,” you told him, closing your eyes. You heard a slight chuckle and felt his chest moving against you as you slowly faded into darkness.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in an unfamiliar place. There was an iv pumping into your arm, yet you weren't in a hospital room. You reached up to your face with your non-iv hand and found your mask still intact, and the pins you used to keep them in your hair secure in the same way only you secured pins. You smiled, relieved that the majority of your identity would remain a secret, and then you felt the pain in your side.

Looking down, you remembered that you had been shot, you saw that your injury was neatly wrapped. It was clearly done by someone who had done this sort of thing a lot, yet it wasn't quite professional. You sat there in a tank top and some large sweatpants. You didn’t recognize either of the pieces of clothing, but you were grateful that they were able to get you out of your catsuit. You didn’t even really care that whoever had done it would have seen you in your underwear, I mean you could have been dead.

Finally, taking the time to look around the room, you noticed a man sitting in the corner of the room. He was wearing regular clothes, but he had the Nightwing mask on. You looked at him for a moment. It was no lie that Nightwing was one of the hottest heroes ever, only second to you (obviously), so seeing him in grey sweatpants (holy shit) and a white t-shirt that HAD to be at least one size too small (holy shit x2), it was no wonder your heart skipped like ten beats and your breath hitched. He was busy typing something into his phone, but when he heard you adjusting he looked up.

“Oh hey, you're awake.”

“I guess so.”

“We got you all patched up, but you were out for a day. You lost a lot of blood, considering it was only a graze. I’ve seen full on bullet wounds bleed less than that.” Your brain went through a lot of thoughts in that instant. You thought about how his voice sounded familiar, you thought that maybe he was talking to you while you were out. You thanked everything you believe in that you had taken the day off. You thought of how you bled more than normal. Was that something to worry about? You racked your brain for something to say.

In the end, “Thank you,” was all you managed to get out of your mouth. He tilted his head as if confused that you were even thanking him, and you weren’t going to lie, it was adorable. “I mean, for everything. Patching me up, making sure I have enough fluids, the clothes, leaving my mask on. Really, thank you.”

“It’s the least we could do, really. You’ve been making our job easier for the past four years.

“We?” you asked. You knew he probably meant Batman, Red Robin, and Robin, along with himself and possibly Red Hood, but you asked the question anyways, hoping that it wasn’t true.

“I mean, this isn’t really my place. It’s the Batcave, so I had to clear it with Br-Batman first. He wanted to take your mask off and stuff but I made sure he didn’t, and he agreed to help you.”

“Is he expecting to talk to me? Batman.”

“I convinced him to let you off the hook this time,” he told you with a smirk. “He wanted to ask you how you stayed off his radar for so long, but I told him to leave it be. If you needed our help, you’d come to us again, especially now that you know where to find us. So, he’s letting you off scot-free this time.” He ended his sentence with a lighthearted laugh. “Here, let me get this IV out of you and I can walk you out of here.” You held your arm out to him with another, “Thanks.”

He walked to the doorway of the room you were in, and looked out, presumably making sure none of his accomplices were in the cave unmasked. As you reached the exit of the Batcave, he turned and looked at you. “Don’t be such a stranger now, Scarlet. We’ve got four years to catch up on, and don’t start patrolling again so soon. Make sure you’re fully healed first.”

“No promises,” you told him, your smirk matching his, before walking away.

After a moment of walking, you heard him ask, “Which one aren’t you promising?”

Of course, you headed back to patrolling the next day, but this time it was different. You bumped into a familiar face (or more, a familiar mask) that night and ended up fighting crime side by side (or back to back, depending on the situation) the whole night. Somehow you knew, Nightwing was gonna be a great person to have in your life.

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XPWEW Friday Night Pyro (3-27-2020)

Friday Night Pyro Episode #419 March 27th, 2020 Los Angeles, California The Barracks

Show Intro

Commentary: Kaitlyn Khaos & Nick Simmonds

Opening Segment: Champagne Clausen comes down dapperly dressed. Champagne: “It was last January at Guilty as Charged I was in the midst of the most dominant world title run in this promotion. And I warned the All Man not to metal in that and what did he do..he did. I told him then that “consequences will never be the same!” And it took this long, whether it was our bean-headed general manger Romeo Roselli who told me I couldn’t challenge for the title as long as he was champion well then just like I thought and just like everyone else All Man proved he was indeed “just a TRANSITIONAL champion” and now here we stand. 2 days! 2 days! I get my hands on that rat and I get my hands on that smiling, that fake, that fraud, that snake in sheep’s clothing Golden Bryce. I get my hands on both of them. I don’t gotta pin em, I don’t gotta knock them out, I don’t even have to snap their leg in half. ALL I HAVE TO DO is hit one move. Three times. In the blink of a second, in the pop of a cork I can be world champion again

Freight Train enters Train: “I think you might have a bad memory Curtis cause I remember it was only 6 or 7 days ago in this building you pushed my friend. You hit your daddy. You did a bad thang. Well you know what you might have just pissed me of. I took Troy off the medicines and Sunday he’s gonna have a lot to say so you better cover your hind-end or say I’m sorry cause I bet he’s real mad Champagne: Huh...haha Do they call you Freight Train because your the size of a train or do they call you Freight Train because your mind tends to slip off of the tracks. Because NEWS FLASH idiot! He’s a vegetable! He has no memory, no frame of reference since Halloween! Y’know the one with candy! Bring em out! I’m sure he’ll come out here and tell nobody in the crowd that he’s the best, we’ll I’ll say this if he does anything again to impede MY SPOTLIGHT. I’m gonna do more than sedate him. I’ll sedate him permanently and you can whisper that to that human bag of meat. So why don’t you go do that

Freight Train slumps his shoulders and leaves he keeps looking back sadly

Champagne: LEAVE!

All Man, All Woman & Scott Steiner enter

Steiner : Your daddy issues are nobody’s concern your moron. Nobody gives a damn about your carrot cake brain daddy ok all people wanna see is THE POPPA BACK ON PYRO! LOOK AT THE LARGEST ARMS IN THE WORLD

2 weeks ago! I got checked into the hospital and I looked the grim reaper right in his beetie eyes and told him I ain’t leaving until the ALL MAN wins the title 2 times! 2 times!

All Man: 2 times! 2 times!

Champagne: that’s cute, I’m looking to do what neither of you have done. Win that title a second time myself, All Man really? Let’s recall your title reign, you beat me after I had a hard fought match, you beat me with a low battery okay and then you defended it at Flirting With Disaster and Golden Bryce beat you in 8 minutes and let’s see Scott I’ll use your math here.

Steiner: HEY THATS MY GIMMICK! GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK TO ME!

Golden Bryce enters with the TITLE

Golden Bryce: I feel like I’m watching Step Brothers right now lol both of you sound the same. Complaining. Not doing. I MEAN GUYS! 48 hours! 3 finishers. ZERO FANS! Oh wait sorry Tenille, I respect women!! Scott! glad to see you’ve made a 100% recovery

Steiner: SHUT UP GOLDYLOCKS

Bryce: corpses tries not to laugh

Steiner: Listen up!

All Woman: Scott Steiner!, This Sunday it’s going to be a 3 Way Dance for the XPWEW World Title at Blitzkrieg between All Man, Champagne Clausen and Golden Bryce! What’s your opinion on the upcoming bout?

Steiner: **You know they say that ALL MEN are created equal but you look at the ALL MAN and you look at Champagne Clausen and you can see that statement is not true. See normally if you go 1 on 1 with the another wrestler you got a 50/50 chance of winning. But All Man is ALL IN and he’s not normal. So you got a 25% chance AT BEST of beating All Man at Blitzkrieg! Then you add GOLDYLOCKS to the mix! Your chances drastic go UP! Because he can’t win a big main event match to save him life and he ain’t even gonna try! See the 3 way at Blitzkrieg. You got a 33 1/3rd chance of winning, but All Man! All Man has got a 66% and 2/3rd’s chance of winning!

Senior Champagne! The numbers don’t lie and they spell disaster for you at Blitzkrieg!

Kaitlyn Khaos: “I’ve just gotten word from General Manger Romeo Roselli that tonight! The world champion Golden Bryce will go 1 on 1 with Champagne Clausen and All Woman will act as the special guest referee. That’s gonna be interesting and that is tonight’s main event!”

<<Let’s get this COVID-19 awareness episode of Pyro under way and take it straight to the action!

1 on 1 M1: Doxy Deity defeats All Woman w/ All Man and Scott Steiner @ ringside

<<<Back and forth contest, both competitors were able to get action and offense, This match showcased All Woman even in LOSS because she’s had very limited ring time in the Fed since joining last July but this match we got to see her shine a bit because she really has only had a handful of matches here. In the end Doxy would catch All Woman mid air off the top rope then hits her finish in a great matchup. Quick and fast paced. Steiner’s ringside commentary made it funnier” Steiner: “Do it for my freaks?!!!!”

[PROMO\Hype] Lockdown 7 in 56 days May 23rd, 2020 Dubai, United Arab Emirates mini documentary showing performers hyping up the biggest event of the year

[In-ring segment] Interview from James Westerbeck! XPWEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! Slayer w/ Rosemary& Lotus

Priscilla Kelly bathtub promo }}} Priscilla via Titan tron challenges Slayer to a match for the xpwew international title this Sunday at Blitzkrieg

Slayer accepts So just like that! BREAKING NEWS! This Sunday at Blitzkrieg Slayer will defend his XPWEW International Title 1 on 1 against Priscilla Kelly! Sheeeeeeeeee’s baaaaaaaaaaack

((Slayer walks to the back)) (((Rosemary joins the commentary booth with Kaitlyn Khaos and Nick Simmonds and she’s in character the whole time and Rosemary is creeping Kaitlyn Khaos our the whole time, absolute golden on the mic during this match. Hyping Lotus up!

1 on 1 M2: Lotus defeats Genevalisse

PROMO: XPWEW commercial informing all the UK fans that we sincerely apologize that Blitzkrieg set for this Sunday was suppose to take place at the O2 in London but not to worry because! *Anarchy in the UK by Sex Pistols plays “Because this September we are bringing the XPWEW Anarchy Rules pay-per-view to you! That’s right! We can’t wait to bring the best fans in the world some Xtreme wrestling!!!”

The Set enters Ruckus joins commentary but he is silent the whole time (he goes to light up a blunt) Nick Simmonds: Do you mind um I uh have bad asthma Ruckus: hits blunt coughs intensely/ Damn Vro me too < Siaka Lexoni is sensational at the commentary booth putting over Jordan Oliver, Myron and Kotto over big time >

Tag Team Match M3: Myron Reed & Kotto Brazil defeat Jacques & Dragon Kid

1 on 1 [XPWEW Juniorweight Title ON THE LINE] M4: Jordan Oliver defeats Based Fabian

(((Match of the night, total spot fest #Dive)))

Garrett Thompson and Ethan Bedlam enters GT @ McGraw (speaking into camera) “Last week McGraw it was merely a flesh wound! Merely a mercy beating! I could have beaten your bullocks within an inch of your life, but your little wee damsel in the distress saved your backside huh. Ryu come to this ring.

McGraw enters with a neck brace on

Ryu steps in front of him “it’s not worth it, he’s scum, he’s scum, don’t do this. Not now.” GT and Bedlam wants McGraw with his hand motions just baiting him in to come get this 2 on 1 beatdown < McGraw jerks the mic out of Ryu “You gotta be the luckiest muffin eating sum bitches I’ve ever seen! Ethan Bedlam get your finger outta Garrett’s ass GT: “Your not funny....Not funny mate” Leonard: Oh that ain’t funny. Not so funny. Well hell son I’m not a modern day Monty Python here shit But if this is all comedy, if this shit is just a joke to you GT I’d suggest I get your input on this next bit ive been working on! [[[MCGRAW SLOWLY PULLS AWAY THE NECK BRACE REVEALING THAT HE IS NOT INJURED THIS WHOLE TIME] <<GT cocks his head sideways and Bedlam looks back and forth in confusion>> McGraw: Oh well hell it ain’t funny but it damn sure is peculiar. This neck straightening device here don’t mean shit to me because damn son I don’t need it I’m not injured I don’t have broken neck, I don’t have a broken bollocks or whatever the fuck you said, I don’t have a bedfellow named Ethan and I sure as hell don’t have a fanger stuck up nobody’s ass but what I do have is a challenge I want you in this ring 1 on 1 this Sunday you big bastard GT: Leo, You don’t deserve a match against me you peasant. But I’ll say this. If you can beat...Ethan Bedlam...1 on 1 inside a steel cage this Sunday then you’ll get your match Larry the Cable guy Leonard: So this is how we’re gonna play it? Your gonna put your life partner in harms way like at? I’ll step in a steel cage Sunday but right now I’m just gonna get a piece of your ass first ((Mic slams)) Leonard hits the ring and takes out both Bedlam and GT but GT gets out of dodge by throwing Bedlam in front and Him quickly

LEONARD MCGRAW DECKS ETHAN BEDLAM WITH THE BUCKSHOT AND DAMN NEAR TAKES HIS HEAD OFF!

McGraw in ring flips off GT standing at stage

[PROMO] Dark Side of The Ring commercial airs “The death of the Xtreme Giant” premieres this Tuesday only on VICE

Leonard McGraw and Ryu join commentary Ryu is nice and polite Nick Simmonds: “Leonard why did you pretend you had a neck injury” McGraw: “I got kids to feed man and sometimes it’s a good way to get out of work shit! But even I get complacent I wanna get back in there and I’m fixing to beat Ethan Bedlam’s ass in that cage match come Sunday

1 on 1 M5: Genevalisse defeats Lola Starr

Match Announcement!!!

Kiera Hogan will now defend her XPWEW Women’s Title against Genevalisse this Sunday at Blitzkrieg 2020

Special Guest Referee: All Man & All Woman enter

Champagne Clausen enters

XPWEW World Heavyweight Champion Golden Bryce enters!!!

SpecialGuestReferee: All Woman 1 on 1 M6: Golden Bryce defeats Champagne Clausen

Bryce raises the title up high and All Man low blows him and attacks him from behind at the cheering and behest of Scott Steiner who encouraged him to blindside Bryce but Steiner slides in a steel chair All Man sizes up Bryce but Bryce ducks and All Man cracks Champagne over the skull with the steel chair and Bryce stands up in All Man’s face and they press up against each other s foreheads and it’s an epic finish but you can hear Steiner in the background “Hit him! Hit him! Hit him he’s right on ya”

Show ends