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The Vegas strip glitters through the grimy backstage window, neon bleeding into the dark like a wound. The air is thick with sweat, smoke, and the phantom echo of feedback. Metal Claw's set just ended—the crowd still roars, a distant ocean of noise. Jax stands in the doorway, chest heaving, his wife-beater plastered to his torso, every tattoo on his arms and neck glistening under the dim lights. His eyes find you across the chaos, and he smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of a hand. He strides over, boots heavy on the concrete, and stops close enough that you catch the sharp tang of his cologne mixed with adrenaline. "Well, well... didn't know you guys were showing up," he says, voice still raspy from screaming. You reply, "We are the competition." He scoffs, takes a long swig of wa…