A couple of hours later, when the matches have(Mercifully) ended, Kid and his friends limp weakly through the front gates and collapse onto a soft grassy hill just outside the stadium, woebegone and worse for wear; Kid's trainer Mr. Meat worriedly follows them closely behind. Noticing the group looking at him with concern, Kid reassuringly notes, "Please don't worry about me, guys, I'm quite fine."
"Are ya sure?" Meat replies. "You've been callin' me Specialman Jr. for the last ten minutes." Dik Dik and Wally look with irritation at the ferrets still clinging to the knees of their costumes. They gently tickle the little animals under their chins, causing them to let go and scurry away. "Ooh, boy," Silver groans dazedly as she and Golden lie limply next to each other on their backs. "Ichiman sure put us through the wringer."
"Oh my," notes a worried Wally. "If I may ask, please, what was the worst part?"
"When he put us through an actual wringer." Silver replies.
Across the way from them, all of the other wrestlers are gathered about, worn and woeful. An aggravated King Muscle dumps two veritable fishbowls of water out of his boots and squeezes out his socks. "Ughh, my clothes won't dry out for weeks!"
"At least you're not starting to rust." Robin replies with annoyance as he tips water from his helmet and wrings his red silk cape out like a cloth. As he slowly stands up, Robin's gaze falls upon two stray ferrets biting on his metal knee pads. "Scat, you!" he exclaims, upon which the little creatures quickly let go and scurry away. King Muscle then peeks over his shoulder to see a big hole ripped out of the back of his pants, exposing his(Very ridiculous looking!) underpants. "Oh, pancakes." he groans.
As Kid turns slightly, he notices a sizable hole ripped from his own pants, exposing his(Equally ludicrous looking!) underpants, made by the ferret earlier. "Oh no!" he despairs. "Now how will I be ready in time for my date with Roxanne?"
"Please don't worry, Kid Sweetie," Sydney replies reassuringly while pulling the last few pieces of taffy from her boots and furry pink sleeves. "Roxanne luvs ya; she won't have any criticism of ya." Kid sighs wistfully as a small reassured smile crosses his face. "Gosh, thanks, Syd." The koala girl beams. "Yer very much welcome, mate."
"Oogh," Shannon groans as she sits in a melancholy heap on the ground, rubbing her sore nose, her pink scarf hanging awry. "There truly were no winners in this match."
"'T'wasn't much more pleasant from where I was." Checkmate replies piteously, rubbing his still sore, puffy cheeks.
"Honestly, it seems like ol' Ichiman don't got nothin' better t'do than make us wrestlers miser'ble," Terry states as he yanks the final piece of taffy from his own boots. "It's only jus' a matter a'time 'til someone gives him what fer." He's no sooner said this when Ichiman bursts through the front gate, clutching his hands to his head and holding a small tube between his teeth. "AAAAHHH! KID MUSCLE!" he screams. Upon seeing this, the wrestlers(Who were feeling much better by now) gasp in shock. "Ichiman, what happened?" Kid inquires.
"My hands are glued to my head, that's what happened!" Ichiman snaps in reply as he rapidly spits the tube out. "One of you miscreants stole my hair gel and replaced it with glue! You should be ashamed." The wrestlers promptly burst out laughing. "I'm only ashamed that I didn't think of it myself!" Dik Dik chuckles jovially.
"Just out of curiosity, sir," Silver inquires. "How were you able to open the doors in the main hallway?"
"The same way I'm going to clobber you twerps...WITH MY ELBOWS!" Ichiman roars as he begins charging angrily toward the group. Hoping to defend his friends, Meat quickly hops between them and Ichiman. "Sir, please! Before ya, uhm, try ta unscrew our heads with yer elbows, please tell us why ya think it was us."
"Because the last place I had the 'Do Glue when I was in the arena with all of you, and that's the only place it could have been switched."
A stern look crosses Meat's face. "Sir, I can assure you that these wrestlers and I have been together all day; none of them went anywhere near your hair gel." Ichiman shoots a disbelieving look at him. "If that's true then you should be able to find me the real culprit." Meat nods obligingly. "Don't worry, sir, we will."
"I expect so." Ichiman replies harshly.
Kid then traipses up to Ichiman. "In the mean time, I'll help you get your hands unstuck, sir; please don't worry, I'll have it done in a jiffy." Meat picks up the wayward tube from the ground. "'Stay Stuck Glue, won't come unstuck, or your money back.'" A disconcerted look crosses Kid's face as a bead of sweat trickles from his forehead down his cheek. "Uhm, did I say a jiffy? I had actually meant several jiffies." Ichiman glowers at him. "You'd better make the best of this, Kid Muscle, or else." Upon this, he then leaves.
The wrestlers blink curiously as Kid and Meat rejoin them. "Hmm, we've got quite a task ahead a'us," Meat muses, rubbing his chin. "There were tons a'wrestlers in that stadium, all with mighty good reason to want to get back at Ichiman. How are we gonna ferret out da guilty party?" Just then, another stray ferret scurries up to them. "No not that kinda' ferret."
"Well," Sydney replies. "Perhaps we kin begin by eliminatin' th' negatives. Now, we now with proof positive that it weren't any a'us, and may or may not a'been Mac or Doc, but this still begs th' question a'who it mighta' been."
"Hmm," Silver muses as she turns to Kid. "Kid, do you remember offhand who all were in the stadium at the time besides us?"
"Well," Kid replies. "There was my dad, Kevin and his dad, Jaeger and his dad, Road Rage, Hydrazoa, Hanzo, Ramen Man, and...hmm, several more I don't recall."
"Don't worry, mate," Sydney replies. "I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of this soon." At this moment, Monsieur Cheeks traipses up to them. "You rang?" The wrestlers stare oddly. "Remind me to fire him." Silver whispers to Dik Dik, who nods in agreement.
A concerned look crosses Kid's face. "It only begs the question of how I'll find the culprit when I'll be busy getting Ichiman's hands unstuck." Silver kindly replies, "Please don't worry, Kid. We shall find them."
"Yeah," Golden adds. "We'll stick to it!" He turns to Dik Dik. "Get it, Dik Dik? Get it? Stick to it?"
"I got it, I got it," the antelope man groans, clutching his head. "Like a migraine!"
"We'll sniff out the guilty party and come back in plenty of time for your date with Roxanne." Shannon notes. Kid smiles happily. "Aww, thanks, guys! This is very kind of you." Shannon beams. "You're very much welcome, Kid." The three then begin to set off. "Goodbye! Please take care!" the two groups of friends call to each other, waving politely.