#Davenport Rope Tie

[needtricks-blog]

Davenport Rope Tie Magic Trick

Davenport Rope Tie Magic Trick. This classic rope escape trick, known as the “Davenport Rope Tie,” involves a seemingly impossible escape and re-tie within a closed cabinet. The trick combines misdirection and hidden manoeuvres to create the illusion that the performer can escape from tightly bound wrists and return to the original position in seconds. Continue reading Davenport Rope Tie…

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

Songs that Remind Me of Lab Rats/Elite Force Characters

[Bree, Oliver, Skylar, Kaz, Adam, Leo, & Chase]

Bree Davenport --> “Yellow Flicker Beat” by Lorde

I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm

And the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold

My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones

It keeps my veins hot, the fire's found a home in me

I move through town, I'm quiet like a fight

And my necklace is of rope, I tie it and untie it

And now people talk to me, but nothing ever hits home

People talk to me, and all the voices just burn holes

I'm done with it 

This is the start of how it all ends

They used to shout my name, now they whisper it

I'm speeding up, and this is the

Red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

We rip the start, the colors disappear

I never watch the stars, there's so much down here

So I just try keep up with them

Red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1S9HUNoI4k

Oliver --> “Believer” by Imagine Dragons

I was broken from a young age

Taking my sulking to the masses

Writing my poems for the few

That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me

Singing from heartache from the pain

Taking my message from the veins

Speaking my lesson from the brain

Seeing the beauty through the...

Pain,

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Pain,

You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer

Pain,

Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain

My life, my love, my drive, it came from...

Pain,

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhP3J0j9JmY 

Skylar Storm --> “Castle” by Halsey

All of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used

If you wanna break these walls down

You're gonna get bruised

Now my neck is open wide

Begging for a fist around it

Already choking on my pride

So there's no use crying about it

….

I'm headed straight for the castle

They wanna make me their queen

And there's an old man sitting on the throne

That's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean

I'm headed straight for the castle

They've got the kingdom locked up

And there's an old man sitting on the throne

That's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut

Straight for the castle

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rfSHisyHdc

Kaz --> “Emperor’s New Clothes” by Panic! At the Disco

Sycophants on velvet sofas

Lavish mansions, vintage wine

I am so much more than royal

Snatch your chain and mace your eyes

If it feels good, tastes good

It must be mine

Heroes always get remembered

But you know legends never die

And if you don't know, now you know

I'm taking back the crown

I'm all dressed up and naked

I see what's mine and take it

(Finders keepers, losers weepers)

Oh oh, yeah

The crown

So close I can taste it

I see what's mine and take it

(Finders keepers, losers weepers)

Oh oh, yeah

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RC7xOsxoPYM

Adam Davenport --> “On Top of the World” by Imagine Dragons

I've tried to cut these corners

Try to take the easy way out

I kept on falling short of something

I coulda gave up then

but then again I couldn't have

'cause I've traveled all this way for something

I take it in but don't look down

'Cause I'm on top of the world

I'm on top of the world

Waiting on this for a while now

Paying my dues to the dirt

I've been waiting to smile

Been holding it in for a while

Take you with me if I can

Been dreaming of this since a child

I'm on top of the world

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e74VMNgARvY

Leo Dooley --> “High Hopes” by Panic! At the Disco

Mama said, "Fulfill the prophecy"

"Be something greater, go make a legacy"

Manifest destiny back in the days

We wanted everything, wanted everything

…

They say it's all been done, but they haven't seen the best of me

So I got one more run, and it's gonna be a sight to see

Had to have high, high hopes for a living

Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing

Didn't have a dime, but I always had a vision

Always had high, high hopes 

Had to have high, high hopes for a living

Didn't know how, but I always had a feeling

I was gonna be that one in a million

Always had high, high hopes 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3kDc9M2kqE

Chase Davenport --> “Natural” by Imagine Dragons

Will somebody

Let me see the light within the dark trees shadowing

What's happening?

Looking through the glass find the wrong within the past knowing

Oh, we are the youth

Cut until it bleeds inside a world without the peace, face it

A bit of the truth, the truth

That's the price you pay

Leave behind your heart and cast away

Just another product of today

Rather be the hunter than the prey

And you're standing on the edge face up

'Cause you're a natural

A beating heart of stone

You gotta be so cold

To make it in this world

Yeah, you're a natural

Living your life cutthroat

You gotta be so cold

Yeah, you're a natural

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5M2WZiAy6k 

__________________________

Collage quotes from episodes “The Rock” (EF), “Mother of All Villains” (MM), “There’s a Storm Coming” (MM), “Holding Out For a Hero” (EF), “Space Colony” (LR), “On the Edge” (LR), and “The Attack” (EF)

[rockhoochie]

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean insists he has a talent of tongue. You decide to to put him to the test.

WC: ~1400

Warnings: light bondage (use of restraints, blindfold), voyeurism if you squint, no actual sex just lots and lots of dirty talk (which includes: masturbation, oral sex, squirting, ass play)

A/N: No set up, no plot, just Dean talking all kinds of filthy in a drabble that got away from me .@the-chocolate-moose, thanks for the prompt/request! Obviously got my juices flowing...Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Dean insisted he could make a woman come without actually touching her.

You insisted he was full of shit - it takes a lot more than dirty talk to actually get a woman off.

But he wouldn’t let it go, adamantly proclaiming it to be true, so sure of himself that he quipped, “wanna bet?”  Never one to miss an opportunity to be right, you accepted with an incredulous “talk is cheap, asshole, you’re on.”

And that’s how you found yourself in the dungeon, wrists and ankles gently but firmly bound to the chair you sat on, fully clothed, and one of Dean’s neckties stretched over your eyes. 

He’d been quiet for a few minutes now...you could hear his footsteps walking circles around you, hear his steady breathing. He was probably waiting for you to stop giggling like an idiot. 

You had to admit, you wondered if he was actually as good at this as he claimed to be. His looks alone were enough to whip any woman into a frenzy; add in some naughty words and saucy phrases tumbling from those plush lips, carried by that sexy, gravelly voice, and…

“You sure look pretty like this, YN, all tied up and eager. Like you’re ready for anything. Then again, you look sexy as hell all the time.”

Your eyes rolled up into your head, lashes fluttering against the silky blindfold. This wasn’t fair - you didn’t think he’d literally be muttering into your ear, the heat of his breath warming the skin just behind it, the lightest vibration of his lips buzzing against your flesh. 

“You got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, sweetheart...to have a chance to tell you how much I think about you, tell you all the dirty things I think about…”

You exhaled, a little surprised at how ragged it sounded. And when you breathed in again, the air seemed warmer, thicker...it made your limbs feel a little heavy and your skin seemed to be covered with goosebumps.

“I think about you all the time, YN,” Dean continued, dropping his voice lower. “So beautiful...you got no clue how beautiful you are to me. Everything about you... the way you laugh, smile... I just love watching you do anything. Sometimes you drive me damn near crazy.”

All those words were somehow seeping into your pores. You could feel your nipples harden against your bra and you suddenly felt hot.  

“I got a confession to make... walked in on you in the shower once. You didn’t see me but I saw you, all wet and naked, hot water running over your perfect tits and down the crack of your tight ass... Christ, just the sight of you got me so fucking hard...thought about that for weeks. Still picture it when I’m jerking off, thinking about all the things I wanna do to you…”

You licked your lips and swallowed - your throat felt dry. And there was a tension crimping in your belly and you felt the faint the beat of your pulse between your legs. 

Damn it.

A whimper escaped your lips - you couldn’t help it. 

“You make the prettiest sounds, YN... you know, I can hear you when you’re fucking yourself. All those little moans and sighs...and I imagine you’re laid out your bed, one little hand playing with your tits while you have the other working between your legs, wet fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy... then I start wondering what I could do to get you to make those noises for me.”

You squirmed in your seat,  a flush spreading all through your veins.

“I know I’d kiss you first. Long and hard, just taking in the taste of your lips. And once I get my tongue in your mouth I’d start taking off your clothes, strip you down to your panties, and touch every single inch of your gorgeous body... sweetheart, you’re so soft and and smell so fucking good, but touching you ain’t enough...I gotta kiss you everywhere. Your neck, shoulders, fingers, your tits...I’ll spend time on your tits. Maybe suck on them for awhile, give those pink nipples a little bite.”

“Dean…” you whispered, hips rolling of their own volition, your core reaching out and coming back with nothing.

He hummed, planting little kisses behind your ear, lightly pulling your earlobe between his teeth. “Bet you’re getting so wet right now…”

“Please…” 

His lips found a heavenly spot on your neck, and you felt him smile right before his teeth grazed your flesh.

“Your skin tastes so good...bet your hot little pussy tastes even better.”

“Holy fuck, Dean…”

“I knew it,” he growled, “You love getting eaten out, don’t you, YN? Love a head between your legs and a thick tongue fucking your tight hole...It’s so perfect cause when I’m jerking off, and gettin’ close to blowing it, I just imagine what you taste like...probably like fuckin’ honey, all sweet and warm. I think about gettin’ on my knees while you’re all spread out, legs wide open, that beautiful pussy on display just for me, and I can see how soaked you are...fuck, it drips out of you, and when I get closer I can smell how bad you want it, so I get myself a slow, sweet taste and lick up your cream…”

You were completely gone, lost in the haze of Dean’s voice and the pictures he was painting with his sinfully delicious words, your breaths coming faster while your limbs strained against the ropes.

“Mmm, fuck baby, you taste so good...so fucking wet and I’m just devouring that pussy, licking up every drop... I just can’t get enough, can’t get my tongue far enough inside of you so I’ll slide my fingers deep into your hot cunt, find that sweet spot and fuck you with my hand...and you keep begging for more so I’ll bury myself three fingers deep...maybe slip one in your ass…”

The noise you made at that was beyond pathetic, but you just didn’t care. He was making you insane. 

Dean chuckled, nibbling at your neck, and running a palm along each of your thighs.

“Oh you’d like that, huh? Such a dirty girl ...yeah, I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll squirt, YN... I’ll keep nailing that sweet spot over and over, fucking your tight asshole with my finger and sucking your clit until you cum all over my face…”

You were trembling, back arching, moaning and sighing and begging. Slick had pooled at your entrance. Your clit was throbbing. The muscles of your cunt twitched and grasped at nothing, begging to be touched and filled and fucked…

“Then I’ll flip you over on your hands and knees, fuck you from behind and make you cum again... give you my thick cock so I can feel you clench and quiver all over my dick…and you’ll take it so good, baby, you’ll take every single inch of it nice and deep and you’ll be screaming it feels so good, the way I’m fucking you so hard...you’ll beg for my cum, sweetheart, beg me to fill up your pussy ‘till it’s dripping out of you…”

“Oh god Dean, fuck!” you cried, and almost out of nowhere, your climax flooded through you, hot and needy and electric, spreading from your core to the tips of your fingers. Your blindfold was lifted, restraints loosened and removed as you panted, satisfied from release but wanting and needing so much more. When you were finally able to focus, you noticed Dean staring down at you, his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth and his hand palming at the bulge in his pants.

Without preamble you rushed him, crashing your lips against his as he grabbed the back of your thighs, hoisting you up in arms. You were vaguely aware of being carried down the hallway, and soon you were laid out on his bed, legs wrapped around his waist as Dean stared at you with dark, emerald eyes.

“YN, I -”

“Shh,” you hissed, placing a finger over his lips. “Talk is cheap. Now put up or shut up.”

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[faith-in-dean]

Sweet Release

Summary: Working as a lawyer hadn’t always been fun to Sam. Sometimes it was rather stressful and he needed to take some stress out. Today was one of those days.

Words: 1139

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Smut, bondage, rough sex, dirty talk, BDSM

Square Filled: Bondage

Written for @spnkinkbingo

You could already sense the tension in Sam when he came through the door. His day at work must've been stressful or something he didn't like might have happened.

Pausing the movie you had put on, you got up from the couch and headed over to the kitchen where Sam was getting himself something to drink.

“Hey love, how was work?” You asked him carefully, rubbing his back as you stood next to him.

“I had some bad clients and my-my assistant tried something I didn't approve off,” Sam sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Go put your gear on, will you, love?” Sam turned to you, cupping your cheek in his hand. You had already expected him asking you this. This was his way of getting out his tension. And you didn't mind at all. You actually enjoyed it a lot.

“Sure, meet me in the bedroom,” sealing the promise with a kiss, you headed off to the bedroom.

Easily finding the box you kept your things in, you began to undress, braiding your hair in a ponytail before putting on the leather collar first. Afterward, you put on your body leather harness, putting ropes and everything Sam could possibly on the bed as you sat down as well, waiting for him.

“You look beautiful,” said Sam when he entered the room, pushing up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt. He had taken off his jacket and loosened up his tie, the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.  

You always thought his muscles would rip apart his shirts at some point. Yet you were always surprised they didn't, no matter what he did. Luckily so, it kind of turned you on when he wore them. Especially when he wore them like he did now.

“Do you want this?” Sam checked for your consent, as he always did before he started anything.

“Yes, Sam,” you nodded at him, hands folded in your lap.

“And you know our safe-word?” He asked.

“I do,” you nodded before Sam had leaned down to kiss you deeply.

His hand ran down your body, squeezing your boobs before his hand slid between your legs, a finger testing you for any wetness. Letting him do as he pleased with you, humming softly.

“On your stomach,” he ordered as he took a step back, taking off his tie slowly.

You did as he asked, lying down on the bed on your stomach, waiting for Sam's next move.

He gently took your wrists, tying them to one of the hoops on your harness. Afterward, his hands moved slowly down your back, giving your ass a little smack before they traveled down your thighs to your calves and ankles, finally tying them together on a hoop as well.

“Everything good?” Sam asked, pulling you more towards the edge of the bed.

“Yes,” you assured him, biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

You could hear him opening up the bottle of lube before you heard him spread the liquid somewhere.

Next thing you knew he was pushing two of his fingers into your entrance, testing you as he worked them on you.

Sam would move them in different patterns and different ways as he stretched you for what was next.

Quiet moans left your mouth, your hands clenching together as you felt the warmth growing in your core.

“Sam,” you moaned out, turning your head to look at him as much as you could.

“What a good girl you are,” Sam praised, adding a third finger to your by now throbbing core.

Your walls squeezed around him, urging him for more, needing the friction.

“Sam,” you moaned, your ankles pulling at the ties as you tried to move them somehow.

“What do you want, princess?” Sam’s voice was low and husky, filled with intense lust.

“I want your cock… want your cock deep inside me,” walls clenching around his fingers as you said so.

“Fuck,” he groaned and pulled his fingers out of your cunt, changing the ties at your ankles from the hoop on the back to your thighs. He stood between your legs, spreading them open as he freed his erection from his pants.

The sound of the lube bottle opening could be heard again and when you moved your head to look at him, you saw how he was spreading the liquid all over his big erect cock.

“Going to fuck your pussy so well,” Sam groaned before he entered you with one long thrust, making you moan out loudly. Immediately your pussy reacted to him, squeezing around him to encourage him to move more.

Sam took a good hold of your harness before he began pounding into you hard, his hips snapping against yours relentlessly.

Your mind blurred as the sensations took over, the feeling of his cock hitting you right in the womb being almost too much to handle.

Grunts and groans had filled the room and you could tell, Sam lost himself completely in you. A loud slap echoed through the room as he smacked your ass as he kept pounding you, not once stopping to slow his pace.

Feeling your orgasm build up, you squeezed down on him again, earning another loud groan before he leaned forward, slightly pulling at the collar you wore.

“You wanna cum?” he managed to say between thrusts, his cock reaching spots even deeper in this position.

“Yes.. please Sam, let me cum,” you whined out, not sure if you could even hold it back much longer.

“Hold it,” he had groaned, speeding up once more, using his everything to push into you even harder and deeper before his hips began to stutter.

“Shit… cum with me,” Sam let out a primal groan as he pulled you close to him by your collar, pressing deep inside of you, having his whole cock buried inside as your juices had mixed together.

The feeling of his cum dripping inside you made your insides melt, making your thighs twitch slightly.

Once he was completely spent, he had slowly pulled out of you, tucking himself back into his pants. You could feel some of your own juices running down your thighs but couldn’t even function to ask Sam if he could clean you up first.

He was already working on undoing your ties, massaging the places your joints had been tied at before he turned you to the ground, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his own hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, the white shirt became see-through because of the sweat.

“Perfect,” you only managed to say, smiling at him, feeling completely satisfied.

“I’ll run you a bath. Relax here, love,” he promised and kissed your head again before he took off to the bathroom.

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[mayhemproduces]

Rickey Shane Page walking to the ring alone was a rare sight indeed, but Eric and Eddy were still in the back recovering from their tag match from earlier, and, one would have to think, perhaps Rickey didn’t view Manders as much of a threat at all. Despite the man’s massive size- perhaps the only man in MPW who was just about as big as Rickey was, there was a massive experience difference between these two men- Rickey, a world traveled veteran with almost 20 years of wrestling experience. Manders, on the other hand, is relatively fresh out of Seth Rollins Black and Brave wrestling academy in Davenport, Iowa. While Rickey’s smirk as he climbed into the ring showed he didn’t seem very worried about this outcome, Manders face was stone, eyes locked dead ahead at his opponent. This was just his second match in his MPW career, and while he’d had a dominant showing in his debut last week, Manders knew Rickey was a whole different animal. Not to mention, this match wasn’t just about proving himself- this was about revenge for his friend and stablemate Syn, who had been cheated out of a win last week and brutalized by Rickey and the other members of the 44OH. For Manders, this one was personal.

The ref called for the bell, and the two men stared each other down from across the ring. Manders wanted to lock up, and Rickey looked rather amused. Rickey was still the bigger of the two men, and with that annoying smirk on his face, Rickey agreed, and the two men locked up. That smirk was gone from Rickey’s face rather quickly though, as Manders shoved him to the ground, getting the better of the collar and elbow tie up, and putting Rickey right on his ass! Rickey looked shocked for a moment, before getting back to his feet, and shaking it off. “Alright asshole.” He said, pointing for the ropes. “Hit the ropes. Let’s see how big you are.” Manders rolled his shoulders before hitting the ropes, coming back at Rickey, who, despite bracing himself, gets knocked on his ass once again by Manders! Manders even flexes while Rickey is down to add insult to injury, and the Nashville crowd loves it! Rickey quickly scrambles to his feet and tells Manders to do it again, and Manders, indulging him, does so. But this time, Rickey attacks from behind before Manders can even turn around, hammering away with a series of shots to the back and midsection, that falls Manders to a knee! Rickey trapped Manders in the corner, and continued to hammer away at the younger man, before managing to lift him up, and in an astonishing show of strength, toss Manders to the center of the ring! Manders held his back as he got back to his feet, and Rickey measured, preparing for a Rolling Elbow, but Manders, in an even more astonishing show of strength than Rickey showed off, popped Rickey up into the air, and slammed him down with a Pop up Powerslam! Manders just tossed nearly 300 pounds straight up, before catching it and slamming it back down! Manders went for the cover!

1…2… kickout!

Rickey got the shoulder up after a quick two, and quickly rolled out of the ring. Rickey leaned against the steel guardrail and tried to catch his breath and regain himself. Clearly, this match was already not going the way he thought it would. Rickey rolled his neck, and yelled at the ref to keep Manders back, as he walked back to the ring, and slowly began to climb back inside. Rickey leaned against the corner, and as the ref asked Rickey if he was ready, Rickey gave a nod. Rickey reached his hands up, calling for a test of strength with Manders, but as Manders reached up to lock hands, Rickey caught him with a kick to the gut! Manders hunched over, clutching his midsection, as Rickey blasted him across the back with a clubbing blow. Manders dropped to a knee, and Rickey caught him with a boot to the face to knock him down. Rickey ran off the ropes before leaping and crashing down onto Manders with a brutal senton! Rickey went for the cover!

1...2… kickout!

Rickey was quick to go back on the offense getting up and dropping an elbow over Manders, before grabbing him again, lifting him back up, doubling him over with a knee lift, before cracking him with a knee strike to the head to stand him back up, and leaping up, catching Manders with a jumping enziguri! Manders fell back down to the mat, and Rickey pulled himself up to a knee, posing, flexing, and generally just mocking and taunting the audience. Rickey pointed to the top rope, indicating that he was going up top. Rickey dragged Manders closer to the corner, before going up top, looking for the Swanton Bomb! Rickey jumped off the top, but Manders got his knees up! Rickey’s back connected with Manders’s knees, and he rolled off, clutching at his spine! Manders got back to his feet and grabbed Rickey, before lifting him up and driving him to the mat with a gutwrench Powerbomb! Manders folds him over for the cover!

1...2… kickout!

Rickey stays alive! But Manders was looking to end this one, perching himself down in a three point stance, waiting for Rickey to get back up, ready to knock his head off with a Larait! Rickey got back up, and Manders fired out of the 3 point stance, going for the larait, but Rickey ducked under it, and rolled Manders over with a surprise Champagne Clutch! Rickey had Manders trapped in a pin!

1...2...3!

Rickey practically leaped right out of the pin and out of the ring, quickly creating some separation between himself and the ring, practically laughing as he did. Manders looked furious, and pounded his fist into the mat. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten caught like that, and he couldn’t believe how close he’d been. Rickey’s veteran presence was certainly the difference tonight, as he picked up the win.

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Syn vs Rolls for the World Title

DING! DING! DING!

Syn and Rollins would start this one off by circling one another in the ring, sizing one another up. After a moment, the two would charge towards each other, locking in a collar and elbow tie up, though Syn would find himself overpowered by his foe, pushing him back into one of the corners, where the official would begin to count after instructing Seth to release his hold. Syn’ hands would be up in the air in a “I’m not doing anything wrong!” fashion, and as soon as Seth begins to release his hold, Syn would launch a right hook into his cheek! Seth stumbles away from the unprotected punch to the face, turning around. By the time he turns his head back to face his opponent, Syn would drag him down to the ground with an arm drag! However Rollins would simply bounce off of the canvas and pop back to his feet, only to be dragged back down again with another arm drag. By the time Syn searches for a third arm drag, Rollins would stop his momentum and swing himself around, flipping Syn overhead and onto his back with a hip toss! The camera cuts to a ringside angle, catching Syn’ facial expression, where he exhales hard through pursed lips. Styles, in the corner of the frame, throws his hands up in exasperation as Seth Rollins drags Syn up to his feet and knees him in the midsection. Following this strike, he would whip him across the ring. As Syn comes charging back, Seth would attempt a lariat, only for Syn to duck and continue his speeding across the ring. As he comes flying back from the opposite ropes, Rollins turns around, prepared to deliver a maneuver. As he turns, however, Syn would launch himself through the air and spin himself, clocking Seth in the zygomatic arch with his elbow! Davenport’s Favorite Son would stumble away from this shot, allowing Syn the chance to lift him up and drop him onto an extended knee with a pendulum backbreaker! Shaking his head with an unamused facial expression, he would absolutely clock Seth in the skull with his elbow! From here, Syn would stand back up and adjust himself so as to lift Seth up and drop him knee first across his own knee! Rollins’ surgically repaired knee would send shockwaves of agony up his leg, though he has nearly no time to recover as Mister It would launch backwards, driving Seth into the canvas with a leg-hook Suplex! “Pin him already!” Abigail would scream from ringside, prompting Syn to scream “I’m getting to it!” back. Turning his attention back to the felled Rollins, Syn would drag him to a keeled over position, before lifting him up onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! Charging forward, he would look for a Death Valley Driver! But Seth slides off his shoulders and shoves Syn chest-first into the ropes! As Syn stumbles backwards toward Seth, he would duck under one shoulder and lift Syn high into the air, dropping him over an extended knee! Immediately he would transition into a high-angled Back Suplex! Without wasting any time, Seth would hop to his feet and run off the far ropes, before flipping forward and delivering a front-flip senton! Flopping back, Seth would hook a leg!

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

Seth would slap the mat in frustration, but even he knew that wouldn’t be enough to put Syn, let alone anyone, away. It would be now that Seth would push to his feet, mentally architecting his plan of attack. He would then amble to the side of the ring behind Syn, who is now slowly stirring. He would clutch the top rope and crouch down, coiling to strike. As Syn pushes to his knees while facing away from Seth, Rollins would charge across the ring and fly forward, looking to drag Syn down with a running cutter! But Syn simply tosses Seth forward, allowing him to crash into the canvas and bounce up onto his own knees! Vicious dropkick! Seth would be sent flying forward and across the middle rope. Syn would then charge Seth, run up his back and leap over the top rope, crashing down with his hands upon the back of his foe’s skull! Seth would bounce off of the middle rope and fall backwards, clutching at his head. “Good one!” would come from Paige as Syn slides back into the ring, preparing to strike. He would glance down at the felled Rollins before his elbow is driven through the torso of Seth, the fans haven’t the faintest clue as to how to react. Pulling himself back up to his feet, Syn would think for a mere second as he decides what to do next. He would sprint to the ropes, leap to the middle rope and springboard off, searching for a springboard moonsault! Seth tries to roll out of the way but ends up only rolling far enough away for Syn’ knees to collide with his midsection! However, this would force Syn to crash to the canvas on his exposed sternum. Both superstars would roll away from this collision clutching at their chests in tortured agony. The official checks on the condition of both athletes before beginning his official count. “One!” Nothing. “Two! Three!” Syn pushes onto all fours, his left hand draped across his chest. “Four!” Syn reaches his feet and stumbles over to the still downed Rollins by the corner, lifting him to his fee–Reversed STO into the middle turnbuckle! Syn connects with the turnbuckle and pops back to a more vertical base than he had before the maneuver, stumbling back while seeing stars. Rollins would grab the top rope and skin the cat backwards up onto the top rope! Black Attack! As Rollins’ knee crashes into the skull of his foe, Rollins would land on his feet and dive roll to alleviate the impact. Rising back to his feet, he would grab Syn and bend him over before flipping him up onto his shoulders and charging across the ring, SEARCHING FOR THE BLACKBREAKER! BUT Syn WOULD FLIP HIMSELF BACKWARDS JUST BEFORE THE CORNER, HURRICANRANAING ROLLINS HEAD-FIRST INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! Seth would fall to his knees in the corner, blood now dripping from the right side of his lips. From here he would slump down to a seat against the bottom turnbuckle, visibly stunned. Syn would take a moment to regain his composure from the knee he’d recently received to the skull before climbing to his feet and trucking across the ring, CRUSHING ROLLINS WITH A LOW-ANGLE DROPKICK! Rollins would roll away while writhing from the dropkick as Syn rolls himself out onto the apron. Standing now, he would use the top rope to slingshot forward and twist, landing a perfectly executed Frog Splash! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Rollins would get his shoulder off of the mat after the second count, coughing as he’s dying. Syn pushes to his feet and groans, contemplating his plan of attack. Dragging Seth up onto his shoulders, Syn would grin from the Fireman’s Carry. Turning towards one of the corners, he would jump forward and flip, delivering a rolling Fireman’s Carry slam! As he connects, he would athletically whip himself to his feet and almost instantaneously he would scale the turnbuckles, turning around atop the top rope. Glaring down at the felled Seth Rollins, he would now rise to a vertical base, using both arms outstretched upward to help balance himself. HE WOULD THEN LEAP OFF AND FLIP FORWARD, SEARCHING FOR THE 450º SPLASH! BUT ROLLINS ROLLS AWAY! Syn would land on his feet and roll forward in a similar way to the way Seth does when he misses the Phoenix Splash. Turning around, Syn would be entirely caught off guard by BICYCLE KICK! Syn would stumble backwards and fall between the middle and top ropes, crashing to the apron, and then falling to outside the ring. Matanza Cuerto begins to circumnavigate the ring in order to check on his fallen tag team partner, ONLY TO BE LEVELED BY A SUICIDE DIVE FROM SETH ROLLINS! The maneuver would send Cuerto flying into the barricade, the collision halting Seth’s momentum enough to allow him to fall to his feet and scream out triumphantly! Turning his attention back to the now rising Syn, he would sprint around the ring, preparing to strike. BUT Syn WOULD DIVE OUT OF THE WAY AND SETH WOULD RUN FULL-SPEED AND KNEE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL STAIRS! The crash would send him flipping forward over the stairs gracelessly and with a cringe-worthy thwang. He rolls and writhes on the floor clutching at his knee, screaming in agony. The official rushes out of the ring to check his condition as Syn takes the second to compose himself. After removing his hand from his lip, he would see blood on his palm and would rise to his angered feet. Approaching the downed but responsive Seth Rollins, Syn would drag him up to his feet against the wishes of the referee, only to drive him knee-first onto the apron with a modified knee-breaker! LEG-HOOK SUPLEX INTO THE UNFORGIVING FLOOR! The fans in the front row crane their necks to see a lifeless Seth Rollins on the ground against the bottom of the barricade, his head buried underneath his sweaty hair. Syn would snicker as the official drops to his knees to check on Rollins again. Syn would look out upon the crowd and pump his chest with his fists before throwing his arms out in the way Rollins does, transitioning into a cocky bow, drawing boos from the crowd. As the official continues to try to check on Seth, Syn would drag the limp carcass of Rollins to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Rising to his feet as the official slides into the ring, Syn would grab the legs of Rollins, before twisting himself AND LOCKING IN THE FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! Rollins would roar in agony and writhe, flailing his arms in hopes of reaching the ropes to break the hold. Syn would rotate his lowerbody to increase the torque on the submission, garnering a yelp from Rollins, who’s screaming. However, Rollins has never tapped out in HCCW, and doesn’t want to start now! Or not, as his left hand flies into the air, high overhead, as if he’s debating internally whether or not he’ll tap. BUT INSTEAD HE WOULD WHIP THE ARM FORWARD AND USE ALL OF HIS STRENGTH TO DRAG HIMELF CLOSER TO THE ROPES, HIS FINGERTIPS BARELY CLUTCHING TO THE BOTTOM ROPE! As Syn groans and prepares to release the hold, AJ Styles would rip Seth’s fingers off of the bottom rope! The official, however, is no fan of this, and leans over the top rope, screaming at Styles. Syn would immediately pop to his feet to join in with his Family partner in arguing with the referee. However, this would give Seth the cover to rise to his own feet and hobble over to the other side of the ring, crouched slightly as he prepares… As Syn turns around to return his attention to Rollins, the official still dealing with AJ, ROLLINS WOULD CHARGE ACROSS THE RING, SEARCHING FOR THE AVADA KEDAV– NO!!! STYLES with the Phenomenal Forearm!! The referee calls for the bell.

“Your winner by Disqualification…..SETH ROLLINS!!”

Rollins had won the match but a title cannot cahnge on a disqualification and so Syn was STILL World Heavyweight Champion!

The family begin a collective beat down of Rollins but Suddenly The Shields music plays and Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose are out and have entered the ring to help even the odds. The family start to back off as Reigns spears Cuerto out of the ring and growls. Styles grabs Syn’s foot and pulls him from the ring and Ambrose yells for them to get back in the ring and the show begins fading to black…

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D.B. Cooper's Ripcord (canon)

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Damascus Forge

Dan Enright's Address Book

Dan Gurney's Moët & Chandon Bottle

Dan Maloney's Hockey Stick

Dan Rowan and Dick Martin's Suits

Dana Scully's Cross Necklace

Dana Scully's F.B.I Badge

Daniel Defoe's Ship

Daniel Ellsberg’s Photocopier

Daniel Home's Turntable

Daniel Keyes' Pen

Daniel Patrick Carroll's Sequin Dress

Daniel Shays's Shovel

Daniel Van Meter’s Wooden Pallets

Danish Witch Doll

Danny Casolaro's Tape Recorder

Dante Alighieri's Death Mask *

Dante's Coat

Dagen H Traffic Gloves

Dario Gabbai's Shirt

Darius I's Staff

DashCon Ballpit

Dashrath Manjhi's Prayer Beads

Dave Kunst’s Wagon

Davenport Brothers' Seance Ropes

David's Slingshot *

David Alexander Johnston's Boots

David Allan Coe's Guitar

David Amoss' Bullwhip

David Attenborough's Taxonomy Encyclopedia

David Berkowitz' Dog Collar

David Boreanaz/Angel's Leather Jacket

David Brewster's Prism

David Bruce's Tie

David Copperfield's Curtains

David "Davy" Crockett's Musket

David Edward Hughes' Harp

David Edward Sutch's Top Hat

David Farragut’s Rope

David Foster Wallace's Tennis Racket

David Hahn's Nuclear Reactor

David Livingstone's Diary

David Luiz's Cleats

David Marshall Williams’ Lathe

David Packard's Big Red Button

David Sarnoff's Radio

David Z's Guitar

Davy Crockett's Raccoon Skin Cap

Davy Jones' Locker *

Dawn Brancheau's SeaWorld Training Suit

The Dayton Project *

De Historia piscium

Dead Norweigan Blue

Dead Sea Scrolls

Death Bringing Bucket

Death's Chess

Debbie Stone's Name Tag

Debris from Crush, Texas

Debris from the Amoco Cadiz Oil Spill

Ded Moroz's Staff

Deep Blue

The Delphi Sapphire

Delphine LaLaurie's Whip

Deluding Throne of the Pretend *

Demeter's Bouquet

Deng Shiru's Seal

Denis Diderot's Inkwell

"Denis d'or" *

Density Affecting High Striker

Dental Floss

Depression Era Pillowcase

Desiderius Erasmus’ Bookmark

Desktop Gyroscope (canon)

Desmond Doss’ Rifle Stock

De-synchronizing Decoy *

The Devil's Golden Fiddle

Devil's Tuning Fork

Diagnostic Pitch-Pipe *

Diane Arbus' Camera

Dick Clark’s Microphone

Diodorus Siculus' Slate

Diego de Landa's Golden Crucifix

Dieter Dengler’s Restraints

Dimentional Conversion Camera *

Dinner Table & Chairs from Dinner For One

Diocletian Lewis’ Beanbag

Diogenes of Sinope's Lantern

Diogenes of Sinope's Pithos

Dionysius Exiguus’ Easter Table

Diogo Cão’s Padrão

Dipper Pines' Hat

Dirty Mattress

Disastrous Bicycle

Disintegrating Peppermill *

Disney Tiny Theater

Distant Early Warning Line

Dmitri Mendeleev's Display of the Periodic Table

Dmitry Kabalevsky's Bust of Lenin *

Dmitry Pozharsky's Helmet

Doc Holliday's Playing Cards

Doc Hendley’s Water Pump

Dock Ellis' Pitcher's Mitt

Dog Leash From the Woolworth Riots

Dog on Wheels from the La Salle Hotel

Dog-Scaring Vacuum Cleaner

Doll from Isla de las Muñecas

Domenico Fontana's Rope

Dominic Cobb's Top

Dominick Labino's Glassblowing Tube (canon)

Dominique Pire's Cappa

Domino Sugar Boxes *

Doña Marina's Robe

Don Bolles's Steering Wheel

Don Puz's Bicycle

Don Quixote's Lance *

Don Yenko's Tool Chest

Dona Fausta's Brooch *

Don Adams' Shoe Phone

Donald Ewen Cameron's Tape Recorder

Dong Nguyen's Phone

Donn Beach's Cocktail Umbrella

Donna Summer's Silk Blouse

Doppelgänger Teapots

Door to the End of Mankind

Doorknob from the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory *

Door Knocker From 54 Berners Street, London

Doreen Valiente's Athame

Dorthea Lange's Camera

Dorothy Arnold's Bonnet

Dorothy Day’s Chalkware

Dorothy Gibson's Cardigan

Dorothy Levitt’s Rear-View Mirror

Dorothy Liebes' Ball of Yarn

Dorothy's Silver Shoes

Dorr Felt’s Comptometer

Doug Bower & Dave Chorley's Wood Planks

Dough Flinging Whisk

Dough of Kolobok

Douglas Adam's Copy of "Hitchiker's Guide to Europe"

Douglas Haig's Uniform

Douglas Mawson’s Primus

Douglas Smith's Apple II Plus

Dove with Olive Branch Statuette

Dr. Heimlich's Neck Brace

Draco's Cloak

Dragon Army Battle Suit

Dragon-Fire Locket

The Dragon's Pearl

Dragut’s Mirror Armor

"Dramatic Look Gopher" Camera

Dream Present

Driftwood from the RMS Titanic*

The Dropped Call

Duane Jones' Lighter

Duarte Barbosa's Pocket Watch *

Duck and Cover Desk

Dude Perfect's Basketball

Duncan Campbell's Crystal Ball *

Duncan MacDougall’s Scale

Duncan MacDougall's 21 Gram Weights

The Dueling Fiddles

Dunmore Pineapple Finial

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Durham Boat from the Crossing of the Delaware

Durham Cathedral Door Knocker

Durov Brother's Animal Taming Gloves

Dust Bowl Windmill

Dutch Army Punishment Whip *

Dutugamunu's Oil Cakes

DuVall Windshield

Dwight D. Eisenhower's Binoculars

Dybbuk Wine Cabinet

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