#that pic of the cups that had twitter in its grip for weeks

[koofishy]

A Cup-le of Idiots

AU where fwbs namseok arrive to a party only to see four stacks of cups in different colors... and not be able to decide which one to choose from.

I originally posted this as a twitter thread but decided to upload it here too, mostly to test the waters bc I'm very new to tumblr lol

I wrote this on a whim and on my phone, so there are probably a few mistakes, but whatever! Enjoy

There are four stacks of cups on the table, each with a label stating what their colors represent. Pink means 'taken', purple is 'DTF', blue reads 'single AF' and green is 'it's complicated'.

Namjoon and Hoseok have been staring at them for like 10 minutes now. They had to stand aside because a whole frickin' line accumulated behind them, angry partygoers shouting at them to "just take one, oh my gosh, it's not that deep, get it over with!"

But it is that deep, actually, thank you very much. Their whole relationship depends on this tiny colored piece of plastic. This choice will determine the future of their arrangement, for better or for worse.

Hoseok glances at Namjoon nervously, who has a hand on his nape and beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. He looks back at Hoseok, uneasy grin splitting his lips awkwardly.

"So, uh. Which. Which one should we?"

Hoseok giggles anxiously, hands fisting the edge of his shirt.

"Uh, you can choose. I'm on the same page," he says. Like he did twenty times before.

Namjoon pales.

Hoseok takes pity on him.

"Okay, maybe this one-," he reaches for the blue cup.

Right at the same time as Namjoon reaches for the green.

They both pause, eyes wide and yank their hands back.

"Of course, blue is- it's good, yes," Namjoon nearly falls over himself in his hurry to take a blue cup off the stack.

"Nonono, it can be green, you're absolutely right!," Hoseok tries to push his hand away.

His pulse is running a mile a minute in his ears. It's similar to the first time he and Namjoon... did the do, but less euphoric and more... throwing up-ish.

Why didn't they discuss their relationship better before falling head first into it??

"You're right, green is perfect, we're stuggling right now too, we are complicated for sure," Hoseok tries to argue.

Namjoon shakes his head.

"Blue is good, it's not like we're in a relationship."

Hoseok's heart cracks a little, feeling heavy as lead, even though it was him who chose blue in the first place.

"But other people might come up to us, then. You said you weren't interested in anything serious," Hoseok says. He feels Namjoon freeze next to him, but ignores it in favor of picking up a purple cup. "Wouldn't this be better, then?

"I said I didn't want anything serious?," he hears Namjoon ask.

"Yeah. That's why we're, y'know. Like this," Hoseok gestures vaguely, still eyeing the purple plastic thing. "I don't really feel DTF though, maybe I should just take the blue one. But you can go with purple-"

"Hoseok," Namjoon grabs his arm, huge hand enveloping Hoseok's slim wrist, making a light blush rise to his cheeks. "Hoseok!"

"What," he turns to Namjoon and halts.

The man looks like a deer caught in headlights, pretty brown eyes wide in shock.

"What is it?," Hoseok asks again worriedly. He reaches out on instinct, putting a hand over Namjoon's. "Is something wrong?"

"Hoseok," Namjoon repeats, then shakes his head. "Are you- Did you say we're fwbs because of me? Because I didn't want anything serious?"

"Uh," Hoseok frowns. "Yeah? You don't remember?"

Namjoon takes a breath.

"I thought we were fwbs because you didn't want anything serious!"

Hoseok stares at him for a good second.

What?

"No," he says, confused. He agreed to it because he wanted to be as close to Namjoon as possible and that seemed to be the only way.

"Hoba," Namjoon leans down a little to be face-to-face with Hoseok. Gosh, he's huge.

And so nervous. The anxious lines on his forehead are visible from miles away. He's biting his lip hard as he tries to find the right words.

Hoseok brushes his thumbs across Namjoon's knuckles gently.

"What is it, Joonie?"

He doesn't know why he's holding his breath.

Namjoon struggles for another second, then he closes his eyes, inhales. When he looks up again, he is much calmer. More determined.

Hoseok's heart is beating out of his ribcage. He holds Namjoon's gaze.

"Hoba," Namjoon starts, pronouncing the nickname oh-so gently. Hoseok's blush deepens. "I only agreed to be fwbs because I thought you wanted that."

Namjoon's plush lips curl into a small smile.

"I wanted to be your boyfriend. I just thought you weren't looking for that."

Hoseok's brain stops, short-circuits. Everything feels fuzzy around him.

What.

"What?," his voice sounds weak.

Namjoon's hand slips from his wrist, only to intertwine his fingers with Hoseok's.

It's warm. Feels right.

"I still want to be your boyfriend, you know," Namjoon is gazing at Hoseok with eyes full of fondess. "I will say that out loud before we misinterpret each other again."

Hoseok blinks.

He feels like he's dreaming.

But Namjoon squeezes his hands affectionately, fingers fitting perfectly between Hoseok's, and looks at him with so much care he feels flowers blooming inside himself.

Hoseok reaches out without a second thought. He's done with overthinking this.

He fists a hand in Namjoon's shirt and yanks him forward, meeting him halfway in a kiss that's both familiar and so new. Namjoon pulls him closer instantly, one hand still holding Hoseok's, the other going around his waist.

They get lost in the feeling, in each other. It's sweet and leaves them breathless when they part.

"I like you so much," Hoseok whispers, leaning in for another peck that Namjoon deepens into another kiss.

Hoseok's heart shaped smile is wide and shining when they pull away.

"We are so fucking stupid," he states, making both of them laugh.

"We are," Namjoon agrees. Then, he turns to the stacks of cups Hoseok has completely forgotten about. "I presume we know what to pick now."

Hoseok snatches two pink cups, giggles bubbling from his chest, feeling lighter than a butterfly.

"If I see any other color in your hands, you're dead, Kim Namjoon," he warns, but dissolves into a laughing mess when Namjoon pulls him into a hug, peppering kisses all over Hoseok's face.

"I've been dreaming of this far too long, baby, you won't pry this pink cup out of my cold dead hands!"

[tinypandacakes]

Delta Tango Foxtrot [Ghost x König x f!reader] Ch. 3 — Foxtrot

[I posted this chapter on AO3 a few weeks ago but forgot to share the snippet here ^^’ pic by @661ave on Twitter]

“Mornin’ doll,” Simon said, the sound rough with sleep.

You licked your parched lips and peered up at him curiously. Light filtered in through the window, illuminating long, blonde lashes shining nearly silver beneath the sockets of his skull mask, framing brown eyes, honeyed and warm with the glow of dawn poured over them. The black paint around his bloodshot eyes had creased into lines beneath his lids.

“Good morning,” you croaked. “What time is it?”

Simon lifted his wrist, the watch face on the inside. “Five forty-five.”

You closed your eyes again and burrowed yourself more firmly into his side, trying to nuzzle back into your little pocket of sleep warmth. “Too early.”

“I wish we could stay like this a bit longer.” Simon’s hand slowed its stroking, gripping your shoulder more tightly. “But König and I have to return to base today.”

Your stomach sunk heavily at those words. You knew, of course, that this was nothing more than a one-night stand. When you’d followed Simon up here, that had been the nonverbal understanding, there were no promises or expectations of more. But after everything that you’d been through with the two men in the passionate whirlwind of the night, you felt different, like you belonged right here, exactly where you were.

And now you’d have to leave that.

“Right.” You sucked in your breath. “Yeah, I — yeah,” you mumbled.

“Mm.” Simon pressed his lips to your hair. “We have a bit more planned for you, though.”

“More?” you said slowly. In theory, more would be welcome, but your inner muscles tightened at the thought and a deep ache spread from your center. “I feel like I was hit by a truck.”

A hand cupped your chin, tilting your face to his, lifting you from the spot you’d snuggled into his chest. His eyes were soft, offering a level of gentleness that you had a feeling he didn’t normally show to others. You held his stare — he seemed to blink less than anyone else you knew — squirming in his grasp as your uncertainty shone in your eyes.

“Do you trust us?” he asked simply.

“Yes,” you breathed, not hesitating for a second, surprising yourself with how easily the word came from you. You barely knew either of them, but you meant it.

Simon’s hand slipped from your chin to rake back into your hair and rest possessively at the nape of your neck. “Good girl.”

[theradicalscrivener]

Mandemic

Heavily inspired by [this pic I stumbled upon over on twitter.]

David is part of the response team devoted to stopping the spread of a particularly sexy new virus, but things time a huge turn for the hot and heavy when he himself becomes the newest infectee. 

              David quickly ducked into one of the unused examination rooms. His hands trembled as he pulled off his gloves, goggles, and surgical mask. Using the small sink in the corner of the room, he splashed some cold water on his face and caught a quick glance of his reflection in the mirror. There were circles under his eyes. Black ones from the exhaustion of having pulled two full shifts in a row, and red ones from extended use of safety goggles.

              David was so exhausted that he could barely even remember how the outbreak had started, but he could sure remember how it spread. He had been part of the task force handling the infected and limiting the spread. He “had” been part of the task force, but he knew that role was now lost to him. There was no doubt in his mind that he would soon be joining the ranks of the infected living out their days in quarantine.

              David had been so careful. He always had his full surgical gear on. He double and triple checked the equipment every time he had to work with one of the patients, but there was no way to completely protect himself. There was always the potential for mishaps, and that’s exactly what had happened. One second, he was handling the fluid pumps, and the next, he was drenched as the thick, sticky liquid splashed against him. He had underestimated the output of this patient. The flow of fluid exceeded the capacity of the pumps causing the pipes to burst. The blast not only soaked him and his clothing clean through, but also knocked his mask off. Before he could even fully comprehend what was happening, he had taken on a large mouthful of the stuff.

             David’s heart raced as he stared at his reflection in the small mirror. Blood was rushing through his body, but there was one place where it was rushing to faster than others. David had seen plenty of cases in the past few weeks, but that didn’t mean he knew what he was in store for. It seemed like with each new infection the effects of the virus had increased exponentially. His team had so far managed to completely stop the spread, but stopping the spread was one thing, treating the infected was another. The virus had continued to advance and evolve as they struggled to find a cure, and with it having been weeks since the last new patient, there was no telling how potent the latest strain of the virus would be.

             David took a step back from the mirror and began to pull off his surgical scrubs. He knew he needed to take a look at the effects the virus had had on his body, but there was more to his actions than that. The feeling of clothes against his skin was maddening. It seemed like every inch of his body was more sensitive that ever before. His whole body felt aroused. It was as if the muscles themselves were engorged, and there was one muscle more than others that was particularly engorged.

             David slid his pants down. The waistband of his pants caught against the tip of his rock-hard cock. Once his cock sprung free, a hail of pre arced through the air and splattered against the cold, tile floor.  David stared down at his rod in awe. He had never been one to dribble pre before, but now his cock was leaking like a faucet.

             “Oh, fuck…” David murmured under his breath in a mix of shock, awe, and arousal. He had never been the most gifted guy down south, but now he had a solid foot of fat cock. His dick was almost as thick as his wrist, and his nuts had grown to the size of tennis balls. This was by far the fastest growth on record. When the virus had first made its rounds, the initial patients reported sizes of up to a foot in the first week! And some of those guys had been much more gifted than David from the get-go.

             David knew he needed to get a handle on the situation. The longer he let his cock grow unattended, the worse it would be for him, but he could barely focus on anything other than how hot his cock looked and how amazingly horny he was. All he wanted to do was spend some quality time with his newly enlarged tool.

             David sat back on the examination table. The cool, faux-leather surface felt weird against his bare ass. Some part of him knew he should at least pull the roll of paper over the table before he laid back on it, but he couldn’t bring himself to do even that. That would require him to take his hands off his glorious cock for even just a moment.

             Even as he stroked his fat cock, he could feel it growing and swelling in his hands. With each stroke he could feel his swelling cock pushing against his grip. It wasn’t long before his cock filled his whole palm. He couldn’t even get his fingers and his thumb to touch. He could feet his heavy nuts slapping against his thighs with each pump. They had already gone from the size of tennis balls to the size of oranges.

             Even as he continued to stroke his cock, some part of David’s mind was racing with the implications of what had happened. Never had they encountered growth of this magnitude. This far exceeded even their most extreme models. Had the virus mutated so much in such a short amount of time? Was he somehow more susceptible to the changes than any of the previous patients? All the theories that ran through his head didn’t change the facts, though. His cock had already grown so long that the tip of it reached past his belly button. His fat cock drooled pre onto the uppermost row of abs. Soon, he’d be basting his pecs in his own sauce. The mere thought of this both horrified and excited him. His cock had already far exceeded the thickness of even his forearm. It was coming close to matching the girth of his thick, sculpted upper arm – bicep, tricep, and all!

             David managed to pull a hand away from his glorious shaft and reach down and cup one of his balls. He wished he could claim that it was scientific curiosity that had spurred him on, but he needed to feel the sheer heft of his massive nuts firsthand. David let out a soft moan as he felt his massive nut fill his entire palm and then some. It was like holding a soft, over-ripe cantaloupe. The feeling of his enormous teste filling his entire palm drove him wild. Just thinking about how huge his cock and balls had become and how much bigger they would grow caused his massive cock to shudder. The steady flow of pre from his enormous cockhead ramped up and poured out all over his defined pecs.

             “Oh fuck, oh fuck…” David whined in a mix of horror and excitement. The tip of his dick already reached up to his collar bone. His cock was fatter than his neck. His cock was so thick that even with both hands wrapped around the shaft, he wouldn’t be able to get his fingertips to touch. His nuts had grown from the size of cantaloupes to the size of watermelons. His dick was so astoundingly massive that it filled him with dread and arousal. The two parts of his mind were locked in a furious debate. Part of him wanted to stop this now. He knew he needed to get control of the situation before his cock dwarfed his entire body, but at the same time, the mere thought of how huge and sexy his junk had become made him even hornier than before. It was like the larger his package grew, the hornier he became and the harder it was for him to fight back against his base desires.

             Before David could even fully process what was happening, he could taste the warm, viscous fluid enter his open mouth. His cock had grown so huge that pre was drooling out from the tip of it right into his mouth! He wasn’t even leaning over or craning his neck to get closer to the glorious tip of his thick behemoth. David found himself staring down the slit of his own gargantuan glans. The head of his cock was even bigger than the head of his body! The massive, pre-drooling slit dwarfed his own mouth!

             David reached a breaking point. The scientific part of his brain that was trying to run theories and statistics as his cock grew before his very eyes was completely eclipsed by his hormone addled brain. David wrapped his arms around his cock, locking his massive dick in a great, big bear hug. His hands had long since become too small to effectively pleasure the enormous rod, and he couldn’t keep himself from pressing every inch of his body that he could against the enormous, amazingly sexy shaft. David nuzzled his face against his dick. His cock was now so massive that the thick, spongy tip of his enormous rod now jutted out past his head leaving his nuzzling against the soft foreskin which now clumped around the base of his glans right about eye level.

             David was so close to cumming now. His nuts, which had grown past the realm of prize pumpkins and were now coming close to yoga balls in size. His nuts completely eclipsed his lap. He could feel the enormous orbs shifting in their sack atop his legs. His enormous nuts were beginning to tense up. His massive cock shuddered and lurched. Pre flooded from the tip of his cock and poured out onto headrest of the examination table causing the warm liquid to pour down the back of the table and soak his hair and coat his skin.  

             It wasn’t long before David reached his limit. His whole body shuddered from the intensity of his climax. His cock bucked and lurched. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and splattered noisily against the wall behind him. David came and came again. Each eruption seemingly more potent than the last. He was so overcome by his own orgasm that he couldn’t think. All he could do was writhe and moan as he came and came again. As he continued to cum, spunk pooled on the floor. The gap beneath the doorway was far too small for the spunk to seep out anywhere near as fast as it was being pumped in. By the time David’s climax finally started to wind down, there was a standing pool of spunk that was easily shin-deep.

             David was spent – mentally and physically. He slumped back against the examination table and hovered in a state between euphoric bliss and gnawing dread. He couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing the climax felt and how incredibly hot his massive cock and balls looked, but even amidst the haze of the afterglow, he knew he was in trouble. His chubbed up cock was almost as thick as his waist. The enormous schlong now draped over his thigh and drooped over the side of the examination table. His cock was so massive that it hit the floor beneath the examination table and still had a few feet left over to splay out on the cum-soaked floor. David’s nuts too were so massive that they spilled over the foot of the table and hung over so low that they rested solidly on the floor. Either cum-soaked and cum-laden nut had surpassed the size of your average yoga ball and was now so huge that they could serve as couches.

             Eventually, David began to come down from his afterglow, and as the afterglow faded, his dread grew and grew. This was by far the largest case of initial growth on record, and growth became faster as the infection progressed. His growth had stopped for the time being, but David knew firsthand that his solo-session had been more of a treatment than an actual cure. When he got horny, his cock would get harder, which would make it grow, which would make him hornier, which would make him grow faster…

             At his current size, David could barely walk, and he had no doubt in his mind that he would soon join the ranks of those immobilized by their own cocks. He had seen some of the more advanced cases firsthand. He had even been to the sprawling site that had been set up in the New Mexico desert to house Patient Zero. When David had been there, he had taken a moment to admire the sprawl of Zero’s colossal cock and balls. Patient Zero’s package was a mountainous expanse atop which sat a small figure. That figure was kept in a constant state of sheer bliss as gigantic industrial strength pumps and pipes worked to constantly drain his balls, but even with the tons of machinery hooked up to his cock in an effort to keep ahead of his growth, Patient Zero was looking like he would soon outgrow the entire facility.

             On some level, David knew that that was the fate that awaited him. It was the fate that awaited everyone who contracted the virus, but he was going to get there a lot sooner than anyone else. At his current rate of growth, he could expect to surpass even Patient Zero in the span of a month. David’s mind raced as he wondered what it would be like to be trapped atop a cock that spread out for miles. He wanted to say that the thought horrified him, but he couldn’t lie to himself, nor his cock. Even the mere mention of swelling up to miles of cock caused his semi to chub up once more…

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Road to Sakura Genesis 2021 Night 3 - 3/30/2021; IWGP World Heavyweight Title Belt Revealed, And, Well... ; New Japan Cup USA 2021 Bracket Revealed

Strong Style Story Podcast Episode 74 on PWOM Podcast Network

The final show of the abbreviated tour took place this morning, with the final build to Sakura Genesis 2021 on Sunday. You can see it now on NJPWWorld. The real reason to talk about this show will be after the results.

- 3/30/2021, Tokyo Korakuen Hall (NJPWWorld)

Tetsuya Naito, SANADA, Shingo Takagi & BUSHI [Los Ingobernables] d. Tiger Mask IV, Yota Tsuji, Yuya Uemura & Gabriel Kidd (Naito > Tsuji, Boston Crab, 10:04) 

SHO [CHAOS], Ryusuke Taguchi & Master Wato d. El Desperado, Yoshinobu Kanemaru & DOUKI [SZKG] (SHO > DOUKI, Shock Arrow, 10:56)

EVIL, KENTA, Bad Luck Fale, Yujiro Takahashi & Taiji Ishimori [Bullet Club] d. Kazuchika Okada, Toru Yano, Hirooki Goto, Tomohiro Ishii & YOSHI-HASHI [CHAOS] (KENTA > YOSHI-HASHI, Game Over, 13:04)

Jay White, Gedo & Jado [Bullet Club] d. Hiroshi Tanahashi, Yuji Nagata & Tomoaki Honma (White > Honma, HTO, 11:55)

Kota Ibushi, Hiroyoshi Tenzan & Satoshi Kojima d. Will Ospreay, Jeff Cobb & Great O-Khan [United Empire] (Ibushi > Cobb, Kamigoye, 13:27)

Ibushi gets a win over the Empire in the final prelude match. Post-main, he says he respected Ospreay, but there were many things Ospreay lacks. He vowed he would retain the IWGP World Title as well. Jay gets the win with his latest “Tap Out” variant (”Honma Tap Out”) and then reiterated his challenge to Hiroshi Tanahashi for the NEVER Openweight belt, which Tana refused!! Jay then beat on Honma with a kendo stick. KENTA is making YOSHI-HASHI his favorite target. The Bullet Club then taunted the CHAOS team, and passively challenged for the NEVER Comedy titles.

Tetsuya Naito defeats Yota Tsuji, who has been begging for 55,000 likes on Twitter to get a singles match with Naito, in the most Young Lion way possible. Naito has said before that Tsuji was his favorite current Young Lion. Maybe this match will happen during Wrestling Dontaku or something.

And with that, the moment we’ve all been waiting for...

Prior to the show’s start, the reveal was finally made of the IWGP World Heavyweight Championship belt. And, well, there it is. Ahem. Well, here’s what NJPW themselves have to say about it:

The reveal ceremony saw each individual aspect of the new championship’s design explained. The key tenets behind the design are reflecting the history of both the IWGP Heavyweight and Intercontinental Championship, as well as taking flight in the world on the wings of Fighting Spirit.

The history of the four generations of IWGP Heavyweight Championship are acknowledged through its center plate. The upper part of the belt had a radial design which recalls the original circular IWGP Heavyweight design, while the upper profile of the belt carries the second generation IWGP ‘crown’ motif.

On the plate itself, we see a pair of wings which represent those on the third generation title belt, while the central Lion Mark brings to mind that on the fourth generation Heavyweight belt. Meanwhile, the title’s side plates evoke the IWGP Intercontinental Championship design.

Going into more detail on the center plate we see the concept of flight into the world at large. The Lion Mark in the upper center represents the sun above the Earth below. Flames emanating from the sun are those of the Fighting Spirit, which is also represented by a sword piercing the world below from top to bottom. Five gems around the central globe represent the continents, as well as NJPW’s five decades of history. Each gem is set in a fang like position, bringing to mind a lion gripping the world in its teeth, while wings emanating from the globe represent taking flight into the world.

All of which is well and good, and they think they put some thought and meaning into it. It does look like a very modern pro wrestling belt. I’ve seen comments that it is something out of a video game Create A Belt, or even a tokusatsu-esque design. It is not a BAD belt.

But as a replacement for the 4th iteration IWGP Heavyweight Championship belt, one of the most adored belt designs in wrestling? It falls very, very short.

At first glance, I absolutely despised it. Later on, there was a tweet which showed more detailed pics of the belt, which, admittedly, did not make it look quite as bad as initially thought. 

And I see this as the way that belts will be designed going forward. When All Japan Pro Wrestling decided to come up with a single title belt for the Triple Crown, in order to facilitate returning the titles to Motoko Baba, they made side plates resembling the original three belts. Which is all well and good. But it still doesn’t evoke the power, mystique, and prestige that the original PWF World Heavyweight Championship, NWA United National Championship & NWA International Heavyweight Championship, together, had.

There is a certain mystifying awe to the IWGP Heavyweight Championship, especially when you look at who had held the title (and to be fair, some really should not have), and what was accomplished with it (again, there has been fuckery involved with the title too). I keep seeing comments that eventually we’ll get “used to it,” and we had conversations like that when Tanahashi went from using “High Energy” to the “Go Ace” / “Love and Energy” theme, and in time we learned to love it. This may be another case of that happening. It’s a perfectly OK wrestling title belt, but it is not a suitable replacement for the IWGP Heavyweight Championship, or indeed IWGP Intercontinental Championship. 

The angle may not be a total disaster, but right now, it feels like one. Time may heal this wound too. 

Lastly, NJoA have announced the bracket for the New Japan Cup USA 2021. You can see it above, or here:

Clark Connors v. Lio Rush [FREE]

Ren Narita v. “Filthy” Tom Lawlor [Team Filthy]

Fred Rosser v. Hikuleo [Bullet Club]

Brody King [ROH] v. Chris Dickinson [Team Filthy]

Interesting they paired Brody and Dickinson, given as of Friday, they are in the same Violence Unlimited unit in ROH, but then again, who knows how long ago these shows were taped. Ren Narita v. Tom Lawlor should be a scorcher too. Really, these are all pretty good matches on paper.

The tournament begins on the 4/9/2021 edition of NJPW Strong on NJPWWorld, with the semi-finals airing 4/16/2021, and the Final the week after on 4/23/2021. 

The next show will be Sakura Genesis on Sunday 4/4/2021 from Tokyo Ryogoku Kokugikan. Two title matches, and a new mystery member of the United Empire. Before then, we have a new episode of NJPW World Pro Wrestling on Roku Channel, as well as a new NJPW Strong on NJPWWorld Friday night. There’s also a podcast to listen to. See you Sunday.

Sakura Genesis 2021 - 4/4/2021, Tokyo Ryogoku Kokugikan (NJPWWorld)

Taichi, Zack Sabre Jr. & DOUKI [SZKG] v. Tama Tonga, Tanga Loa & Jado [Bullet Club]

Kazuchika Okada, Toru Yano, Hirooki Goto, Tomohiro Ishii & YOSHI-HASHI [CHAOS] v. EVIL, KENTA, Yujiro Takahashi, Taiji Ishimori & Dick Togo [Bullet Club]

Tetsuya Naito, SANADA & Shingo Takagi [Los Ingobernables] v. Great O-Khan, Jeff Cobb & X [United Empire]

Hiroshi Tanahashi & Satoshi Kojima v. Jay White & Bad Luck Fale [Bullet Club]

IWGP Juniorheavyweight Tag Team Championship: El Desperado & Yoshinobu Kanemaru [SZKG] © v. SHO & YOH [CHAOS]

IWGP World Heavyweight Championship: Kota Ibushi © v. Will Ospreay [United Empire]

Strong Style Story Podcast Episode 74 on PWOM Podcast Network