#Live Music in Louisville

[haveacupofjohanny]

Throwback Thursday: A Night of Surprises at Bad Bunny's Concert at the KFC Yum! Center

I'm taking you back to this past Monday. Come with me to relive a memorable date night at the Bad Bunny concert at the KFC Yum! Center, featuring unexpected turns and a deep connection with the music and message of Bad Bunny. #mostwantedtour2024

Date Night Prelude at Jeff Ruby’s Steakhouse It’s been a while since our last date night, so I had to do it big. My husband loves a good steak, so we started the love fest at the renowned Jeff Ruby’s Steakhouse near the KFC Yum! Center in Louisville, KY. While my husband is not a fan of Bad Bunny, he’s a fan of mine, and we anticipated an awesome night and a joyful experience. Little did we know…

[nugothrhythms]

"Communicate With The Living" by Louisville, Kentucky-based gothic rock band The Kentucky Vampires off of their 2018 self-titled debut album

[josielyndphotography]

True Norwegian Black Metal

Mayhem - Old Foresters Paristown Hall, Louisville KY

10/21/23

Mayhem's live performance was an incredible experience, showcasing the apex of musical artistry and stagecraft. From the very moment they entered the stage, a charge coursed through the venue, electrifying the audience.

Mayhem's signature fusion of black metal with theatrical elements distinguished their performance. The band's members, adorned in distinctive makeup and stage attire, curated a visual art that seamlessly complemented their intense musical delivery.

In terms of musicianship, Mayhem displayed remarkable precision and power in their performance. Their iconic compositions, such as "Freezing Moon" and "De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas," were executed flawlessly, prompting the crowd to engage in collective headbanging and moshing.

What made this performance truly exceptional was its capacity to unify a diverse audience. People of varying ages and backgrounds were drawn into a shared experience, transcending the conventional boundaries of a live concert. This ability to create a profound sense of camaraderie is an attribute rarely encountered in the realm of live music.

In conclusion, Mayhem's live show was not merely a concert but a profoundly cathartic and almost spiritual encounter. It underscored the band's enduring legacy and their capacity to push the boundaries of black metal. For those with an appreciation for immersive live music that leaves an enduring imprint on the soul, Mayhem's performance is an unequivocal imperative. The experience underscored the transformative power of live music in connecting and inspiring audiences, and I eagerly anticipate the opportunity to witness it once more.

[lifethroughlenz]

✨Louder Than Life Day One✨

Took a trip to Louisville for LTL 2023! More pics to come, hope you enjoy! 🖤

[yourfrankiethings]

Jack Fry's, Louisville, 3/30/23

exterior – 1007 Bardstown Road, Louisville, KY, 40204 Jack Fry’s is celebrating 90 years in business.  Jack and Flossie Fry opened in 1933 and the restaurant was mostly a sportsman hangout due to his love of horse racing and boxing.  He closed the business in 1972 and then the space served Mexican food until it was re-established as Jack Fry’s in 1982.  Susan Seiller bought the restaurant in…

[foolstack]

No Comply 3

by Chloe Brown

[rqdio]

STAGE HAZARD . . .

SYPNOSIS: fresh off a big east game win, paige and the uconn team go to madison square garden to watch Y/N—basketball star by day, rockstar by night—rock the stage for a post-game concert. as Y/N drops to the floor and strums her guitar with raw, sensual flair, every note and smirk sends paige spiraling into a delicious obsession. surrounded by playful teases from the team, paige finds herself totally undone—caught between fierce admiration and a need to shout it from the rooftops.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: inspired by billie eilish playing guitar, i just feel like paige is the type to get horny when she sees her gf playing the electric guitar

WORD COUNT: 977

PAIGE’S POV | THIRD PERSON

Ever since Y/N came on stage, I was transfixed by her ability to control such a big crowd. For ever, I’ve been wanting to see her perform live, and not just in the comforts of the team’s dorm room, but on stage where she belonged.

After playing a heavy game against Louisville the night before in New York for Big East, she planned a while ago to have a show at Madison Square Garden if we won. The whole team was there, standing in an exclusive VIP section along with a few other celebrities.

My talented girl could do anything. Basketball? The best shooter I know, and could lock up anyone on defense. Volleyball? Always putting in drive, risking her body to make sure the ball stayed in the air. And singing? God… She was a walking siren, transfixing anyone who dared to listen with the power of her voice.

As she moved around the stage, she engaged with the crowd. Locking eyes with fans, who turned around to the person beside them screaming about how she looked at them. Microphone in hand, she jumped around the stage moving to the beat of her music.

There was always something that drew me into her, but seeing her underneath the spotlight, in her element… Man, I couldn’t dare to look away. She was performing ‘Lunch,’ a song that I’ve been dying to hear live because of how sensual it is. Everytime I hear it, it takes me back to that moment when we were in bed, limbs tangled, heavily panting from the activities of the night.

I COULD EAT THAT GIRL FOR LUNCH

…SHE DANCES ON MY TONGUE

Since that night she told me she wrote this song about me before we even had relations made me fall for her even more. Knowing she was into me as much as I was to her was something that made me feel as if I could touch the clouds.

She wrapped the electric guitar around her shoulders. The body of the guitar sleek, the blood-red color shining as if made from a star. The edges were smooth, round enough to sit comfortably on her torso.

I KNOW IT’S JUST A HUNCH

… BUT SHE MIGHT BE THE ONE (one x3)

She sang in her mic, one hand on the neck of the guitar while the other one held her microphone. She quickly went to the microphone stand, clicking it into place before the guitar bridge.

As the bridge started, Y/N’s fingers danced across the strings with effortless confidence. Her head was thrown back, lips parted as she blew out breaths from running around the stage. She looked back down to her hands playing the guitar, biting her lip and scrunching her eyes.

She was a sight for sore eyes under the flashing lights—sweat beading on her forehead, giving her an ethereal glow. A smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, as if she knew what she was doing to the crowd. I could barely breathe.

“Yo… Paige is gone,” Azzi mumbled beside me, just loud enough for Aubrey to hear her. Aubrey turned over to me, looking at my flushed face and adoring eyes.

Y/N moved to the side of the stage where we faced her, my throat went dry. Her fingers worked the guitar like a second nature, her veins popping in her forearm glistening with sweat. An intense look on her face, focusing on the heavy strings of the guitar.

Then, facing our way, she dropped on knee down on the stage. Her body rolled with the rhythm, kneeling down on the stage. Her back arched slightly as she leaned back, hair sticking to her face from the damp sweat.

“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself, palms becoming clammy.

Ice and KK laughed beside me, I paid them no mind. “Girl, you good?” Ice asked, hand on stomach to prevent herself from laughing in my face. I moved my hands up to the rail in front of me, knuckles whitening to my grip.

“She's not good,” KK laughed, hand on Ice’s shoulder as she hunched over laughing. She leaned forward a little to see my face, “That girl is pussy-whipped.”

I paid them no mind. My breath hitched when Y/N laid all the way back on the stage, her back arched as the guitar rested on her stomach. Such a sensual pose the whole crowd screamed how I felt—but over the screaming I swear I heard my heart pound a million miles per second.

“She's finna bust a nut looking at her like that,” a slightly tipsy Aubrey said, drink in hand.

“She looks like she's about to jump on the stage,” said Sarah with a sly grin. “Some one give her a cold towel.”

I couldn't take my eyes off her, not for a second. The short guitar riff part feeling like years as I watched her play, dragging out each note with sensual precision. None of the screaming crowd registered for me—my eyes locked in a tunnel vision. Just Y/N on the floor, playing that goddamn guitar like it was meant for sin.

My body was reacting before she even started playing the guitar. But now? Shit. Heart racing, thighs clenching, breath catching every time she looked our way in anticipation that she would see what she did to me.

God, I’m so gone for her. I thought. And I’m sure Y/N knew how gone I am for her too. Because when she opened her eyes after leaning back up, towards the end, she looked towards us. More particularly, me.

She smirked—slow and smug—and winked. Her teasing manner wrecked me inside, turning me inside out and wanting to have my way with her right then and there.

“Yep,” said Jana. “She's a goner.”

MAK'S CORNER 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི — i fear i got too caught up in billie electric guitar edits and paige edits...

[animenostalgia]

News - Sailor Moon: The Super Live will be getting a North American tour, starting in March 2025! After it's stop in the UK for their London showings, the Japanese musical will be making stops in the following US cities:

March 12: Pittsburgh, PA — Byham Theater

March 15: Austin, TX — Bass Concert Hall

March 18: San Antonio, TX — Majestic Theater

March 19: Sugarland, TX — Smart Financial Center

March 25: Seattle, WA — Paramount Theater

March 27: Spokane, WA — First Interstate Center

March 29: Portland, OR — Keller Auditorium

April 1: Dallas, TX — Winspear Opera House

April 3: Midland, TX — Wagner Noel Performing Arts Center

April 6: Minneapolis, MN — Orpheum Theater

April 8: St. Louis, MO — The Fabulous Fox

April 11: Dayton, OH — Schuster Center

April 13: Louisville, KY — The Kentucky Center

April 15: Chicago, IL — Chicago Theater

April 16: Milwaukee, WI — Riverside Theater

April 18: Newark, NJ — NJPAC

April 22: Philadelphia, PA — Miller Theater

April 25-26: New York — Palladium Times Square

The musicals will be performed in Japanese with "English subtitles" (most likely screens on the stage with text.) Tickets will be going on sale January 31st, 2025.

[shiroasada]

Tomorrow the Sailor Moon The Super Live North American tour begins!

Here again all informations:

The Super Live has been performed in 21 cities in 14 different states in the USA.

All dates including venue:

March 12 Pittburgh, Pennsylvania - Byham Theater ✅️

March 15 Austin, Texas - Bass Concert Theater✅️

March 18 San Antonio, Texas - Majectic Theater✅️

March 19 Sugarland, Texas - Smart Financial Theater✅️

March 22 Los Angeles, California - Ahmanson Theatre✅️

March 25 - 26 Seattle, Washington - Paramount Theater ✅️

March 27 Spokane, Washington - First Interstate Center ✅️

March 29 Portland, Oregon - Keller Auditorium✅️

April 1 Dallas, Texas - Winspear Opera House✅️

April 3 Midland, Texas - Wagner Noel Performing Arts Center✅️

April 6 Minneapolis, Minnesota - Orpheum Theater✅️

April 8 St. Louis, Missouri - The Fabulous Fox✅️

April 11 Dayton, Ohio - Schuster Center✅️

April 12 Columbus, Ohio - The Palace Theater✅️

April 13 Louisville, Kentucky - The Kentucky Center✅️

April 15 Chicago, Illnois - Chicago Theater✅️

April 16 Milwaukee, Wiscousin - Riverside Theater✅️

April 18 Neward, New Jersey - New Jersey Performing Arts Center (NJPAC)✅️

April 19 Hartford, Connecticut - The Bushnell Performing Arts Center✅️

April 22 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania - Miller Theater✅️

April 24 - 26 New York City - New York Palladium Times Square

Cast:

Riko Tanaka as Sailor Moon/ Usagi Tsukino

Kanon Maekawa as Sailor Mercury/ Ami Mizuno

Rei Kobayashi as Sailor Mars/ Rei Hino

Kisara Matsumura as Sailor Jupiter/ Makoto Kino

Marin Makino as Sailor Venus/Sailor V/ Minako Aino

Riona Tatemichi as Tuxedo Mask/Tuxedo Kamen/ Mamoru Chiba

Sayaka Okamura as Queen Beryl

Luna (only as voice): Misato Matsumoto

Ensemble:

Youma:

Ayano Nagasawa

Ayumi Sagisaka

Minami Watanabe

Kana Yanagihara

Izumi Niihashi

Suzuka Osawa Unfortunately, she will not be there due to a leg injury.

They were already the Inner Senshi in the musicals from 2021 to 2022. Tuxedo Mask has played the role since 2018 and has been with Sera Myu since 2014. Sayaka Okamura once again takes on the role of antagonist. Previously, she was Snow Princess Kaguya. Misato Matsumoto is one of the Luna puppeteer from the Nogizaka Musical. Her voice was also heard on Shining Moon Tokyo.

[earthtoharlow]

Favorite Almost

1) the part where you meet

Jack Harlow x Reader

a three part series

It was almost ironic that you were getting broken up with during a storm. Each thunderclap echoed the heartbreak, making the gloomy weather a reflection of the somber emotions.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You know you should’ve seen this coming, but it still surprised you. This was the guy you spent every waking moment with. He had become your safe space. Did the last three months mean nothing to him? Ending things two days before you went back home was heartbreaking.

He was honest with you from the very beginning, telling you that because of his celebrity status that he wasn’t looking for anything serious. At first you were fine with that as you also weren’t looking for anything serious as you were only in town for the summer. A month into the relationship your feelings started to change and you foolishly thought his feelings would change too.

Technically, you couldn’t even call what the two of you had a relationship. When you told friends about this you wouldn’t be able to call him your ex boyfriend. He was never officially yours. He was an ex maybe, an ex someday, your favorite almost.

*THREE MONTHS EARLIER*

“The music here fucking sucks.” Your best friend Cassie ignored you and rolled her eyes before taking your hand and dragged you further through the club.

You were spending the summer with Cassie in Kentucky where she lived. While Louisville, Kentucky wasn’t the first place you had in mind to visit during the summer, Cassie explained that you needed to “leave that bougie ass state of California.—“ and enjoy some southern hospitality.

When you guys finally made it to the front of the bar it was like the bartenders were ignoring the two of you. So much for southern hospitality, that Cassie was talking about. Your heeled boots gave you some more height, but you still couldn’t get someone’s attention so you started to kneel on the closest bar stool.

“Bitch, get down!” Cassie said from beside you, but you continued ignoring her. The extra height still wasn’t enough to get the bartender’s attention, frustration started to linger when you heard Cassie gasp in shock beside you. Before you could ask her what was wrong, you felt a soft hand touch your back.

He didn’t say anything, just gave a subtle smile and effortlessly signaled the bartender to take your order. In seconds it seemed like your shots were in front of you.

“Hey, thanks dude! I thought I was gonna have to stand here all night.” You said handing two of the shots to Cassie, as you turned around to face the man you almost stopped in your tracks, shocked at how incredibly attractive he was.

“No problem, I saw you struggling from the DJ booth and figured I would help you out.” The guy said leaning against the bar and giving you a charming smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, this guy oozed with charisma and charm.

You were momentarily mesmerized before you realized what he said. “The DJ booth? So you’re the one I have to blame for the music playing tonight?” You felt Cassie grab your arm from behind you, and say your name trying to get you to stop.

Surprisingly the guy laughed, and rubbed a hand over his beard. “You think you could play better?” Flashing another charming smile and leaning down closer towards you.

Your smirk became almost evil as you nodded in response. “Oh most definitely.” You could tell he was shocked at your admission.

The gentleman stood up straighter, “Challenge accepted, finish your shots and meet me at the booth.” He flashed the ladies one last smile before heading back up front.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Cassie smacked your arm. “Ow! You know I bruise easily!” You said as you rubbed where she hit you at.

“You’ve only been here for one day and you’re already challenging a celebrity in a DJ battle?!” Cassie said, looking at you wide eyed.

“That man is a celebrity? Doesn’t look like one.” You said as you watched the tall man with the curly mullet walk back towards his spot at the DJ booth. You looked back at Cassie when you heard her groan.

“I don’t understand how you’re a DJ and yet you don’t know some of the most popular artists.” Rolling her eyes before continuing. “That’s Jack Harlow.”

“That’s Jack Harlow?” You asked, looking at him again, sending him a smirk when you noticed he was already looking your way. The exchange of glances sparked a sense of excitement in the air.

You smacked Cassie's hand from your face as she was waving it in front of you trying to get your attention, you could see Jack laughing at the exchange.

Turning back to Cassie you motioned her to lift up her shot glass and threw your head back as you took yours, slamming it down on the bar behind you. “Well, I’m about to show Jack Harlow how a real DJ gets shit done.” You grabbed her hand and walked over to the DJ booth.

The closer you got the nerves started to settle in, you were about to DJ in front of a celebrity. Hopefully the liquor courage kicked in soon. Surprisingly it was easy to get to the booth as it seemed he made sure to tell everyone that you two were coming up.

“Took you long enough.” Jack said into your ear as you stood next to him. You had to stand on your tippy toes to reply. “Just wanted to see you sweat before I rocked your world.” Your confidence surprised Jack, not used to women being able to dish back banter with him.

Looking around you, you could tell all the people at the booth were friends with Jack as they laughed and reaped the benefits of the alcohol that you know they didn’t pay for.

Jack got the attention of the DJ that was currently spinning so he could introduce you. “Jeff, I wanna let my friend here spin for a bit if you don’t mind.” Jeff gave you a once over like many do when you get to the desk. Always shocked when they find out you’re a disk jockey. Jeff shrugged his shoulders and handed the headphones off to Jack.

In a moment of intimacy, Jack gently placed the headphones over your head, the soft padding settling comfortably. Your breath hitched in your throat when his fingers delicately traced through your hair, smoothing out any tangles with a tender touch. Jack gave you a once over before giving a slight nod, happy with his work.

“I’m Jack by the way.” He introduced himself. It took a moment for you to tell him your name as you were still wrapped in the warmth of the moment.

Jack then stood behind you and you listened as he began to explain each and every button and knob with genuine enthusiasm. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you knew how to work one, but couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you started playing. So instead you nodded along and listened attentively, appreciating the effort he took to share the knowledge. You could see Cassie from the corner of your eye trying to hide her smile knowing she was enjoying hearing him explain everything to you.

“Ok, are you ready?” Jack asked you after he was finished explaining everything, you pretended to look nervous and nodded. Jack spoke into the microphone introducing you to the crowd of drunk club goers.

Nervous excitement filled the air and a hush fell over the club momentarily as the spotlight shined on you. The whispers from the crowd stopped when you dropped your first beat and cheers erupted from the dance floor, you could hear Cassie cheering you on from behind.

With each beat you gained more confidence as the music flowed through your fingertips. You danced and sang along as the crowd responded to each drop and transition. Turning your head and locking eyes with Jack and seeing the shocked facial expression was sweet validation. “Holy shit.” Was the only thing he could say as you continued playing.

After a while the two of you found a dark and secluded corner of the club. The loud music was soon drowned out by the shared laughter and the exchanged stories. Time seemed to stand still as you continued to get to know one another. The dimly lit space made everything around you fade away leaving the two of you in a cocoon of connection.

***

You groaned slightly as you began to come out of your slumber the sunlight from the window urging you awake. Opening your eyes slowly you were immediately staring at the back of someone’s curly hair suddenly reminded of everything that happened the night before.

Looking around you knew you weren’t in Cassie’s guest bedroom. You tried to move as slow as you could out the bed to make your escape to begin your walk of shame but as soon as you swung your legs over the tall king bed, Jack began to wake.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his usual smoothness of his voice was replaced with a husky tone. The morning voice was a gentle reminder of the shared moments only a few hours ago. You simply shrugged and Jack tugged you back in the bed.

The two of you laid in bed all morning even with a sense of curiosity that lingered in the air. The conversation flowed easily. When you two finally manage to make it out of the bed to find something to eat in the kitchen that’s when a whirlwind of emotions sweeps over you leaving you with a sense of delusion in its wake. You knew if you didn’t ask Jack what the hell y’all were doing then the lines between reality and fantasy were going to blur. Thankfully it was like Jack read your mind as he brought it up first.

In the quiet moments while eating breakfast Jack spoke as he looked at you with a thoughtful gaze. “What if we keep this casual?” He suggested breaking the silence. You considered his words feeling a mix of intrigue and uncertainty.

He spoke again while you were still thinking it over. “I really enjoyed my time with you and I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want this to end just yet. I just can’t commit myself to being in a relationship right now especially with my career.”

“No strings attached, just enjoying our time together for the next few months.” You replied testing the idea

“Exactly, without the weight of expectations. We can enjoy this without the pressure of commitment.”

You liked the sound of that, besides you didn’t need to embark on a new relationship right now especially with a celebrity when you lived on the other side of the country.

“Okay, deal.” You agreed before standing up from your seat at the kitchen table and held out your hand so he could shake on it.

“Great doing business with you.” Giving your hand a firm shake. You yelped in surprise when he pulled you closer before swiftly lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Now let’s really seal the deal!” Your loud giggles rung through the long hallways of the bachelor pad.

If you knew making this deal was going to end in heartbreak you would’ve never accepted it.

****

AN: back with another series, this was supposed to be a standalone story but I could not stop writing so now it’ll be a 3 part series. Please let me know your thoughts 💋

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[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 12: hate by thxsomch..

Monday Night Raw – Louisville, Kentucky

The backstage area buzzed with energy as WWE crew members scurried around, preparing for the show’s next big moment. Jimmy and Rhea stood side by side in their matching red-and-black gear, quietly stretching and preparing for their title defense. Roman was nearby, seated on a bench, his eyes closed as he focused on his breathing exercises. The trio radiated calm confidence, even as the weight of the night loomed over them.

Jimmy glanced at Rhea, smirking. “You ready for this, champ?”

Rhea rolled her shoulders, matching his smirk with one of her own. “Born ready. You?”

Jimmy chuckled. “Always.”

Roman opened his eyes, standing to his full height and fixing both of them with a sharp, commanding look. “Remember the plan. No surprises, no mistakes. We show them why this faction dominates.”

The trio nodded in unison, their bond as a faction unshakable.

A backstage assistant approached, headset in place and clipboard in hand. “Alright, Elevated Bloodline, you’re up next. Time to head to the gorilla.”

Roman, Jimmy, and Rhea exchanged a quick glance before walking out and towards the curtain, their steps in sync. As they reached the gorilla position, the faint sound of the Louisville crowd grew louder, their cheers and boos mixing into an electrifying hum.

Rhea adjusted her championship belt on her shoulder, taking a deep breath. Jimmy cracked his knuckles, his grin widening as the adrenaline started to kick in. Roman remained stoic, the leader of the trio exuding an aura of authority and control.

The assistant gave them a nod. “Alright, it’s showtime.”

Roman stepped forward, Jimmy and Rhea flanking him, as the opening notes of their theme music blasted through the arena speakers. The crowd erupted, their energy setting the tone for the night.

The Elevated Bloodline was ready to make their mark.

—

Michael Cole: “We are live from Louisville, Kentucky, and it has already been an action-packed night here on Monday Night Raw. But right now, it’s time to hear from ‘The American Nightmare,’ Cody Rhodes!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, Cody’s been on fire lately. You know he’s got something to say, especially with Roman Reigns back in the fold!”

In the ring, Cody Rhodes stood confidently, microphone in hand, his signature smirk lighting up the arena.

Cody Rhodes: “Roman Reigns returning to WWE? Let me tell you something—that’s not a problem for me. In fact, Roman returning is just another reason for me to keep doing what I do best: being the absolute best in this business!”

The crowd cheered loudly, but their reaction quickly shifted to a mixture of cheers and boos as Roman Reigns’ theme music blared through the speakers. The Elevated Bloodline—Roman, Jimmy, and Rhea—strode out onto the stage with an aura of dominance. The trio’s red-and-black gear gleamed under the arena lights as they made their way to the ring, each holding their titles proudly.

Michael Cole: “And here they are! The Elevated Bloodline, making their presence felt!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’m getting chills. Roman’s back, Jimmy and Rhea are mixed tag team champions—this faction is terrifying. Look at the confidence, the dominance!”

Roman, Jimmy, and Rhea entered the ring, and the tension was palpable. Roman snatched a microphone and stepped forward, locking eyes with Cody.

Roman Reigns: “Cody, you think I’m not a problem? Let me make it clear. I’m not just a problem—I’m the problem. I’m the next in line for the Universal Championship, and nothing you say or do is gonna change that.”

Cody smirked, clearly unimpressed, and stepped closer to Roman.

Cody Rhodes: “You know, Roman, maybe instead of trying to juggle everything—being next in line for the Universal Title, leading the Elevated Bloodline—you should focus on your own house first. Ever think about that? Focus on Solo’s bloodline, because from where I’m standing, you’ve got a lot of cracks forming.”

Michael Cole: “Whoa! Cody is really poking the bear here!”

Pat McAfee: “Cody’s playing with fire, Cole. Roman doesn’t take kindly to comments like that!”

Before Roman could respond, Jimmy stepped forward, holding up his Tag Team Title.

Jimmy Uso: “Hey, Cody, why don’t you keep Roman’s name outta your mouth? You wanna talk cracks? Look at your track record, man. You’re just mad we’re running this place now.”

Rhea, ever the enforcer, stood beside Jimmy, her presence commanding attention.

Rhea Ripley: “Cody, if you’re smart, you’ll shut your mouth and stay in your lane. Roman’s not the one you need to worry about—we are.”

The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and boos as Cody laughed and backed up slightly, nodding his head.

Cody Rhodes: “You know what? You’re right. Maybe I should focus on you two instead. Because, if I’m not mistaken, you’ve got a tag team title defense right now. And your opponents? Oh, you’re gonna love this.”

Cody threw the microphone down as Tiffany Stratton’s music hit. The crowd was shocked as “Ms. Money in the Bank,” Tiffany Stratton, walked out, pink briefcase in hand. She was followed by her surprise tag team partner, Braun Strowman.

Michael Cole: “Tiffany Stratton and Braun Strowman?! What a pairing! And it looks like they’re the mystery opponents for Rhea and Jimmy!”

Pat McAfee: “This just got a whole lot more interesting, Cole! But wait—what’s happening here?”

Before the match could begin, Roman blindsided Cody with a vicious right hand. The two men brawled furiously, spilling out of the ring and into the crowd.

Michael Cole: “Roman and Cody are going at it! This is chaos!”

Pat McAfee: “Cody just poked the Tribal Chief one too many times, and now he’s paying the price!”

As Roman and Cody disappeared into the arena, the referee called for the bell to start the match. Jimmy and Rhea focused their attention on Tiffany and Braun.

Michael Cole: “And here we go! Rhea Ripley and Jimmy Uso defending their Tag Team Titles against Tiffany Stratton and Braun Strowman!”

Pat McAfee: “Tiffany’s got that Money in the Bank briefcase, Braun’s a monster—this isn’t gonna be easy for the champs!”

The Elevated Bloodline was under pressure, but as the match began, their cohesion and skill would be tested against this surprising team.

Michael Cole: “And we’re off! Rhea Ripley starting things off against Tiffany Stratton, and you can just feel the intensity in the air, Pat.”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, this is gonna be fireworks. Rhea Ripley is a juggernaut, but Tiffany Stratton’s got that Money in the Bank briefcase and the attitude to match. This is going to get personal real quick!”

The bell rang, and the two locked up in the center of the ring. Tiffany smirked, trying to outmaneuver Rhea, but Rhea quickly overpowered her, shoving her into the ropes. The crowd roared as Tiffany stumbled back, her confidence faltering.

Tiffany Stratton: “You’re not as strong as you think, Rhea.”

Rhea’s eyes narrowed, and she broke the hold with a sharp elbow to Tiffany’s face, sending her proof of her strength.

Rhea Ripley: “Piss off, Tiffany.”

Michael Cole: “Whoa! Rhea Ripley with a hard elbow and even harder words! She’s not here to play.”

Pat McAfee: “And that’s why she’s one-half of the tag team champions, Cole. Rhea Ripley doesn’t take any crap from anyone, especially Tiffany Stratton!”

The two locked up again, but this time Tiffany leaned in close, her lips almost brushing Rhea’s ear.

Tiffany Stratton (in a whisper): “I’m just surprised Jey told you… about me, him… and the baby.”

Rhea froze mid-grapple, her entire body going rigid as the whispered words sank in. The crowd cheered, oblivious to what had just been said, but Rhea’s expression shifted from fierce determination to stunned disbelief. Tiffany pulled away, a smug grin on her face, while Rhea stood motionless.

Michael Cole: “Wait a minute. Did you see that, Pat? Rhea Ripley just… stopped. Something Tiffany said has completely thrown her off.”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I don’t know what she said, but Rhea looks like she just saw a ghost. That’s not normal for her.”

Rhea’s hands dropped to her sides as she stared blankly at Tiffany, who took advantage of the moment, shoving her into the corner turnbuckle. But instead of fighting back, Rhea stumbled out of the corner, her face pale and her breathing shaky. She glanced at Tiffany, confusion and anger warring in her eyes.

Rhea Ripley: “What the fuck do you mean?”

Tiffany laughed softly, stepping closer to Rhea. She leaned in again, whispering just loud enough for Rhea to hear.

Tiffany Stratton: “Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Me. Him. The baby. Surprised he didn’t tell you sooner.”

The camera zoomed in on Rhea’s face as the words hit her like a freight train. Her jaw tightened, her eyes widened, and her breathing became uneven. She took a step back, shaking her head, her usual confidence completely shattered.

Michael Cole: “Something’s wrong, Pat. Rhea Ripley looks like she’s unraveling in front of our eyes. Is this… is this part of the show?”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’ve been around this business long enough to know when something’s going right. This? This doesn’t feel like it. Whatever Tiffany just whispered to Rhea, it hit deep.”

Rhea stumbled out of the ring, ignoring the referee’s count and the confused shouts from Jimmy on the apron. She walked toward the ramp, her steps unsteady as she ran a hand through her hair. The crowd began to boo, unsure of what was happening.

Michael Cole: “Rhea Ripley is leaving the ring! She’s walking out on this match! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’ve seen Rhea Ripley take on giants, monsters, and everything in between, but I’ve never seen her look like this. Whatever Tiffany said, it’s breaking her down in real time.”

The referee continued to count as Tiffany leaned against the ropes, laughing and pointing at Rhea. Jimmy jumped off the apron, yelling after Rhea, but she didn’t look back. She disappeared behind the curtain, leaving Jimmy, Tiffany, and the WWE Universe in stunned silence.

Michael Cole: “Rhea Ripley has walked out on her match—on her tag team partner! What in the world did Tiffany Stratton say to her?!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’ve got goosebumps. This isn’t like Rhea. Whatever this is, it’s personal, and it’s tearing her apart. We need answers!”

Michael Cole: “Pat, this isn’t just about the match anymore. This is about something much bigger. What did Tiffany mean? And why did it cause Rhea Ripley to walk out of Monday Night Raw?”

Pat McAfee: “I don’t know, Cole, but one thing’s for sure—this is far from over.”

The referee made the choice and called for the bell, leaving the audience with more questions than answers as the Elevated Bloodline’s future suddenly seemed uncertain.

Michael Cole: “The referee has called for the bell, and that’s it—a count-out! Braun Strowman and Tiffany Stratton are the winners, but this match didn’t end the way anyone expected!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’m still reeling. What in the world just happened? Rhea Ripley walked out of the match mid-way through, leaving Jimmy high and dry. This isn’t just unusual—it’s downright shocking!”

The scene cut to backstage, where Jimmy Uso was seen storming through the hallway, the tag team titles clutched tightly in his hands. His expression was a mixture of confusion and frustration as the camera followed closely behind.

Michael Cole: “Jimmy Uso is heading backstage now. You can see it on his face—he’s just as baffled as the rest of us. We’ve got to find out what caused Rhea Ripley to abandon her match tonight.”

The camera turned the corner to reveal a heated confrontation in progress. Chief Content Officer Paul Levesque aka Triple H and General Manager Adam Pearce stood in front of Rhea, their voices raised in anger.

Paul Levesque: “You want to tell me what the hell that was out there? You walked out on a title defense! What did she say to you, Rhea? What did Tiffany tell you?!”

Adam Pearce: “This isn’t just a match, Rhea! This is your job, your reputation on the line! Start talking!”

Rhea stood her ground, her face flushed with emotion as she shouted back at both men.

Rhea Ripley: “I don’t owe you two an explanation! If you think for a second I’m going to air my business out for everyone to hear, you’re dead wrong!”

Jimmy appeared in the frame, his steps quick and determined as he closed the distance to where Rhea and the officials were arguing.

Jimmy Uso: “Yo! What’s goin’ on here?!”

Rhea turned to look at Jimmy, her jaw tightening as her emotions threatened to spill over. The camera zoomed in closer as Jimmy moved toward her, holding the titles in one hand, his other gesturing toward her.

Jimmy Uso: “Talk to me, Rhea! What’s this all about?!”

Rhea’s face contorted with frustration as she glanced at the camera. With one swift motion, she reached out and shoved the lens away, causing the feed to shake violently before abruptly cutting to black.

Michael Cole: “What just happened?! Rhea Ripley shoved the camera—something is seriously wrong here.”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I don’t know if this is part of the show or if this is as real as it gets, but Rhea walking out mid-match and then this backstage blow-up? This is unprecedented!”

Michael Cole: “Tiffany whispered something to Rhea during the match, and whatever it was, it clearly struck a nerve. The Elevated Bloodline is falling apart before our eyes.”

Pat McAfee: “And the WWE Universe is left wondering—was this planned? Or are we witnessing real cracks in the foundation of one of WWE’s most dominant factions?”

Michael Cole: “We’ll try to get answers, but for now, we’re going to a commercial break. Stay with us, folks—this story is far from over!”

The screen faded to commercials, leaving fans across the globe buzzing with speculation and anticipation.

— After RAW

Roman leaned against the side of his tour bus, arms crossed as he listened to Paul Levesque and Adam Pearce. The tension was thick in the cool evening air, Roman’s expression unreadable but his eyes sharp.

“I understand the situation is sensitive,” Hunter said, his voice firm but measured. “But what Rhea did tonight? Walking out of the match like that? It’s opened up a whole mess we can’t ignore.”

Roman exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. “Look, I’m not gonna lie to you. This whole real-life situation with her, Jey, and Tiffany? It’s not something I want her playing out on TV. It’s not good for anyone.”

Hunter gave a nod, but there was resolve in his gaze. “I hear you, but you know as well as I do that the fans are going to demand answers. We can’t just pretend this didn’t happen.”

Roman’s eyes darkened, his voice low but steady. “She’s not gonna be Matt Hardy, and Jey’s not gonna be Edge. And I sure as hell don’t want Tiffany playing Lita in some retread of their drama. This whole thing has been done before, and it’s not healthy—for them or the company.”

Adam, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. “The problem is that it’s already out there. People are speculating, and social media is blowing up. We need to control the narrative before it controls us.”

Roman glanced toward the bus, where Jimmy and Rhea were likely inside. He rubbed his temples before speaking again. “Fine. But this doesn’t become some tabloid soap opera. If we address it, we do it in a way that doesn’t wreck them—or us.”

Hunter nodded, but his expression remained serious. “I’ll figure out a way to handle it, but you need to make sure Rhea and Jimmy are on the same page. This isn’t just about their storylines; it’s about their careers.”

Roman pushed off the bus, standing tall. “I’ll talk to them. But this doesn’t turn into a circus, Paul. We’re the Bloodline, not some reality TV sideshow.”

Hunter placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder, a small gesture of understanding. “You’ve got my word. We’ll handle it the right way.”

As the conversation ended, Roman watched them walk off, his mind racing. This wasn’t just about business—it was about keeping the people he cared about from falling apart. And Roman wasn’t about to let that happen on his watch.

Roman took another deep breath as he walked into his tour bus, the door creaking shut behind him. His eyes immediately found Rhea sitting on the couch, her head in her hands, her posture slumped in defeat. It had been a long, tense day, and he knew things between them were strained, but seeing her like this made it feel so much worse.

Roman cleared his throat and tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke. “I knew it was Tiffany, and I figured Jey would have told you who it was by now.”

Before Roman could say more, Rhea suddenly stood up, her movements sharp and deliberate. She didn’t look at him as she walked straight to the bedroom, slamming the door with such force that the sound echoed through the bus. Roman watched, his frustration mounting, but he didn’t say anything. She needed space. He could feel that much.

Just as the tension in the air thickened, the door to the bus opened, and Jimmy walked in, carrying duffel bags—his and Rhea’s. He set them down on the couch, glancing between Roman and the closed bedroom door.

“How’s Rhea?” Jimmy asked, his tone soft but concerned.

Roman sighed deeply. “Gee, Jonathan, how would you feel if you found out your boyfriend got another girl pregnant?”

Jimmy blinked in surprise, not sure how to answer. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Well… I’m not gay, Roman.”

Roman’s expression darkened, and he shot Jimmy a look that told him the joke was not needed. “Not the time or place to be smart, Jimmy.”

Jimmy nodded, a guilty look crossing his face as he realized the gravity of the situation. He glanced over at the bedroom door, knowing Rhea was likely still in there, shutting herself away from the world. “What do we do now?” Jimmy asked, his voice quieter now.

Roman didn’t have an answer. There was no easy fix to this situation, no quick way to make things right. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on him. “We wait. Let her cool off.”

They both stood in silence, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken words. The bus was far too quiet, and they both knew that no matter how much time passed, things wouldn’t be the same until Rhea was ready to face them again.

The bus rumbled down the highway, its engine humming as it made its way to the next city—Denver, Colorado. The usual noise of conversations and laughter was replaced with an oppressive silence. Jimmy and Roman sat across from each other, each lost in their thoughts. Every now and then, Jimmy would glance at Roman, but neither of them knew what to say to break the tension that hung in the air like a thick fog.

Meanwhile, in the back of the bus, Rhea sat in the bed by the window, her phone in her hand. She stared at the screen for a moment before taking a deep breath. She dialed the number she’d searched for the after-hours moving company, We Move Anywhere, the company that would help her move. She wasn’t sure how to feel—relieved, anxious, maybe a bit of both—but she knew this was what had to be done.

The phone rang twice before someone answered. “Hello, We Move Anywhere, how can we assist you tonight?”

Rhea cleared her throat. “Hi, I need to arrange a move from my current residence to a new place. I’d like to book for tomorrow.”

“Absolutely. We can make that happen. May I have your payment information to secure the booking?”

Rhea hesitated for just a second before pulling out her debit card and reading off the details. She made the payment and confirmed everything, knowing that the movers would show up the next day. The plan was simple: they would pack up everything from what was once her and Jey’s shared home and move it to an apartment that she hadn’t yet confirmed but was in the process of securing.

She’d already reached out to a friend from the gym—a trusted contact who worked in real estate—and she was sure her friend would be able to get her a unit quickly, one that she could settle into without delay. Rhea needed a clean break, a new chapter where she could breathe again.

Before hanging up, Rhea took one last action that she knew would hurt, but she also knew it was necessary. She found Jey’s contact information in her phone and hit block. The last thing she needed was more calls, more texts, more excuses from him. This was her decision, her life, and she wasn’t going to let his mistakes keep her tied to a past she was ready to leave behind.

Meanwhile, the men in the front remained in silence. Neither knew the depths of Rhea’s decisions, nor what she was going through. Roman could feel the tension in the air but didn’t dare push Rhea. Jimmy, still unsure how to help, stayed silent as well. The quiet hum of the bus was the only sound, matching the stillness in all of their hearts.

—

The next day, Jey sat on the lazy boy, in the living room of the house he once shared with Rhea, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He stared blankly at the movers, who were carefully packing her things, their movements mechanical and impersonal. But to him, it felt like every box they touched was another piece of his heart being torn away. He hadn’t even realized how much of himself he had invested in Rhea until this moment—until she was already slipping away.

He couldn’t breathe. The silence in the house, once filled with laughter and intimacy, now felt suffocating, almost unbearable. He watched as her belongings—her clothes, her shoes, the books she had always left scattered around—were packed up and taken out of the door, one item at a time. It was as if everything that had made the house feel like home was being erased.

And with every passing minute, the weight of his own actions hit him harder.

He had known, deep down, that he had messed up. But seeing it all packed away, seeing Rhea’s life being folded into boxes, felt like the cruelest confirmation of his mistakes. How had he gotten here? How had he let everything go so far off course?

The truth was, he had never truly allowed himself to care. At first, he didn’t need to—he had been playing a game, a dangerous one, with no real understanding of the consequences. He had used her to make Tiffany jealous. He had used her as a way to escape from the guilt of the choices he was too afraid to confront. And through all of it, he never let himself stop and think—never let himself stop long enough to wonder if there was something real between them.

But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred. Rhea had wormed her way into his heart, unknowingly, effortlessly. Her fierce loyalty, her wit, her unapologetic self—she had made him feel seen, in a way that no one else had ever done. She had been his anchor, and he had been too blind to see it.

Jey watched as the movers packed up the couch, the place where they had spent hours talking about everything and nothing. Where they had argued and laughed, shared their dreams, and bared their hearts. That spot on the couch now felt like a distant memory, a place where everything had been simple and untainted by the lies and deceit he had fed into their relationship.

Rhea had trusted him. And he had betrayed that trust in the worst way possible. He had cheated, again and again, because he was too selfish to acknowledge his feelings. He had kept playing the game, even as his heart started to shift, even as he started to care for her in a way he hadn’t anticipated.

But now, with the weight of his choices crashing down on him, he realized how hollow that had all been. Tiffany had never been anything more than a distraction, a band-aid for wounds that had never fully healed, even though his initial intentions where to get back at her, he stopped giving a fuck. But Rhea, Rhea had been the real thing.

He had let her go, and now she was leaving him for good.

“Fuck,” Jey muttered, his voice barely audible, as he stood up, the tightness in his chest making it hard to breathe. He couldn’t even look at the boxes being carried out of the door anymore. He didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to face the fact that it was all over. That Rhea was really gone.

He stepped closer to one of the boxes, his hand shaking as he reached out to touch the corner of it. It was a small, inconsequential action, but it felt monumental to him.

He had hurt her. He had fucked up in every way imaginable. And now she was leaving, and he had no one to blame but himself.

Suddenly, the house felt colder, a bit emptier. The life they had built, the future they had once imagined together, now felt like a cruel illusion. Jey had never thought he would end up like this—alone, surrounded by the remnants of a life he had destroyed with his own two hands. He had taken everything for granted. And now, he was left with nothing.

His breath hitched in his throat as he sank to the lazy boy, the overwhelming weight of regret and guilt pressing down on him. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the scene around him. But he could still hear the sounds of the movers, the soft thuds of boxes being placed in the truck. He could still hear the echo of Rhea’s laughter, the way her voice had sounded when she had looked at him with love in her eyes. It felt like a lifetime ago.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking. But the words felt empty, like they couldn’t possibly undo the damage he had caused.

And in the silence that followed, as the last of her things were taken away, Jey realized the truth. He had lost her—not just because of the lies, the infidelity, or the betrayal, but because he had never truly valued her when he had the chance. He had never been honest with her, never given her the respect she deserved.

Now, all he had was the silence and the wreckage of what was once a beautiful relationship. And it was all his fault.

Jey stood motionless on the front steps of the house, his eyes fixed on the moving truck as it pulled away, taking with it the last remnants of Rhea’s presence in his life. He felt a hollow ache in his chest that he couldn’t shake, a gnawing emptiness that stretched far beyond the physical space the truck had just vacated.

He tried to make sense of it, to find the words that could explain how it had all gone wrong, but there were none. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when he’d lost her—when he’d turned everything into a game of pride, manipulation, and recklessness. All he knew now was that the game had ended, and he was the one left standing alone, with nothing but regret and the bitter sting of his own mistakes.

The thoughts of Rhea, of the way she’d looked at him when they’d first met, flashed through his mind like a montage of moments he wished he could relive. She had been so different from anyone else—so strong, so unapologetically herself, so capable of loving fiercely even when she’d had every reason not to. Yet in the beginning, different scared him.

A deep breath caught in his throat as the finality of it all sank in. The truck was gone. Rhea was gone. And there was nothing he could do to take it back.

He tried to push the thought of her kissing Jimmy out of his mind, but it clung to him like a dark cloud. He tried to act like he didn’t care about it, like he could brush it off. But in reality, the thought twisted in his gut, gnawing at him. The truth was, he didn’t care about that anymore. He didn’t care about what she did or who she was with. He didn’t care about the past.

All he wanted was her back. The Rhea who had loved him, the Rhea who had seen past his mistakes and given him a chance to be better. It didn’t matter who she kissed or who she fucked to be honest. All that mattered was that he had lost her, and no one but him could take the blame for it.

He turned and walked back inside the house, the silence in the air swallowing him whole. The walls, once filled with the sounds of their conversations, now felt suffocatingly empty. It felt like everything he’d ever cared about was slipping through his fingers, like sand through an open palm.

And in that silence, Jey realized something profound: he wasn’t just grieving the loss of Rhea. He was grieving the loss of himself—the part of him that had been whole and content when she was by his side.

—

Meanwhile, Rhea sat on the bed of the tour bus, staring out the window as the hum of the engine filled the air. The phone call from her friend had left her with a small sense of relief. She couldn’t quite pinpoint it yet, but something about knowing she had a fresh start waiting for her in Pensacola was giving her a sense of control again.

The voice on the other end of the phone had been reassuring, explaining the details of her new place. “So, I got you in a one-bedroom apartment. The movers have been in touch with maintenance and will be let in when they arrive. You’ve signed the lease, and we’ve received your deposit and first month’s rent. Is there anything I can do for you, Ms. Bennett?” her friend had asked.

Rhea had thanked her, offering a simple but sincere, “No, but thank you for helping me out.” The warmth in her friend’s voice made the whole situation feel more real. She was getting away from everything that had happened, getting away from the mess of Jey and Tiffany and the toxic feelings that had followed her for so long.

“You’re welcome, Demi, and welcome to Palmilla Apartments. Just let me know whenever you’re in town to pick up your keys,” her friend had said, a touch of excitement in her tone.

The call ended, and Rhea sat in silence for a few moments. She rubbed her face with her hands, the weight of everything crashing down on her once more.

She had always believed that leaving Jey’s house would be temporary and that he’d be calling her and telling her everything was a mistake.. but it wasn’t.

Looking at the small room she occupied in Roman’s tour bus, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of discomfort. This wasn’t home. It was just a stop along the way. But next week—when she finally went back to Pensacola—it would be different. She would have a place where she could make her own decisions, set her own boundaries, and start healing on her own terms.

She exhaled deeply, her thoughts spiraling again as her fingers played nervously with the fabric of the blanket on her lap. She hadn’t expected to be in this position—having to start fresh, to start alone—but here she was, ready to take control of her life once more.

Rhea wasn’t sure what the future would hold, but one thing was for certain: she wouldn’t go back to the way things were. Not with Jey, not with anyone. She had to do this for herself. This was her chance to build something solid again, without the weight of other people’s mistakes dragging her down.

The bus rumbled as it continued its journey to the next city, and Rhea adjusted herself on the bed, trying to clear her mind. She needed to focus on what was next. But for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of hope that maybe—just maybe—things were going to be okay. She just had to keep moving forward.

—

Tiffany sat in her hotel room, twirling the edge of her hair as she scrolled through her phone. The events of the previous night still weighed on her mind, but she couldn’t deny that part of her felt victorious. Rhea had walked away. She had won. Jey, however complicated things might have been, was hers now—at least, for the moment. At least.. that is what she thought.

Her phone suddenly buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen and saw that it was Hunter. With a sigh, she answered the call, expecting it to be about last night’s debacle.

“Hunter, what’s up?” Tiffany asked, her tone casual but with an underlying hint of annoyance.

“Tiffany, we need to talk,” Hunter’s voice was serious, an edge of frustration that she hadn’t anticipated. “I’m calling to inform you that you’re being fined for last night’s actions. We can’t have that kind of drama affecting our product.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes. “Drama? Please. It was no big deal. All I did was remind Rhea that her boyfriend is a cheater. If she couldn’t handle that, then that’s her issue, not mine.”

Hunter’s voice remained firm, though there was a hint of exasperation in his tone. “I get that, but that stunt you pulled out there, it goes beyond just a personal issue. You’re under contract, and you can’t go around stirring up chaos like that. We run a professional organization, and that kind of behavior isn’t acceptable.”

Tiffany scoffed, “You’re acting like I did something criminal. It’s not like I made a scene or something—”

“That’s not the point,” Hunter cut her off. “You’ve created a situation where the locker room is divided, and you’ve caused unnecessary friction between talents. And on top of that…” He paused for a moment, the weight of what he was about to say sinking in. “I can’t allow you to continue wrestling until you decide what you’re going to do about your pregnancy. We can’t have you on the road without clarity about your situation.”

Tiffany felt her stomach tighten, but she refused to let it show. “It’s not your business what I do, Hunter. I’m still under contract, and you can’t stop me from doing my job.”

Hunter’s tone softened slightly, though the seriousness of his message still lingered. “I’m just saying, it’s a health and safety concern. We can’t have you out there wrestling with that kind of uncertainty. We need you to make a decision.”

Tiffany’s face remained unchanged as she leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. She had known this conversation was coming. But she wasn’t going to back down now.

“If you must know..” she said nonchalantly, her voice almost dismissive. “I already have an appointment for today, actually. I’m landing in Colorado in a few hours, and I’ll take care of everything then. So, no worries.”

Hunter was silent for a moment. Tiffany could feel his disapproval radiating through the phone. “I expect you to keep us updated. We need to know what your decision is as soon as possible, Tiffany.”

“I’ll be fine,” she replied, her voice cool. “I’ll handle it.”

With that, the conversation ended. Tiffany hung up the phone and stared at the wall, her mind already shifting from one problem to the next. The pregnancy was a mess, but it wasn’t going to hold her back. She’d made her decision, and now it was time to move forward—on her terms.

She tossed her phone aside and began to get ready to board her flight. As she zipped up her suitcase, a thought flickered through her mind: Rhea may have walked away, but Tiffany was determined to take her place. The game was far from over.

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Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon - The (NEW) Super Live

US Tour in 2025 from March 12 to April 26

Following the London, UK performances in February/March 2025, the new production of The Super Live has been confirmed on US soil.

Starting in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, the tour will visit a total of 12 states and 18 cities including Seattle and Chicago, ending with two dates on New York.

Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon: The Super Live will be performed in Japanese with English subtitles.

The cast will be announced at a later date.

Comment:

Notice this show will be different from the previous iteration of The Super Live since new people are in charge of script, lyrics, direction, choreography, and music.

Sailor Moon stage musicals have been previously in the United States in 2017 (pocket version of Amour Eternal in Austin, Texas), 2019 (The previous Super Live in Washington and New York), and briefly in 2022 (when a Super Live team performed a song during Japan Day @ Central Park, NYC).

Also yes, they called it "North American Tour" but only announced United States cities, don't blame me!

Check out the tour dates:

March 12, 2025 Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania - Byham Theatre

March 15, 2025 Austin, Texas - Bass Concert Hall

March 18, 2025 San Antonio, Texas - Majestic Theatre

March 19, 2025 Sugar Land, Texas - Smart Financial Centre

March 25, 2025 Seattle, Washington - Paramount Theatre

March 27, 2025 Spokane, Washington - First Interstate Center

March 29,2025 Portland, Oregon - Keller Auditorium

April 1, 2025 Dallas, Texas - Winspear Opera House

April 3, 2025 Midland, Texas - Wagner Noel Performing Arts Center

April 6, 2025 Minneapolis, Minnesota - Orpheum Theatre

April 8, 2025 St. Louis, Missouri - The Fabulous Fox

April 11, 2025 Dayton, Ohio - Schuster Center

April 13, 2025 Louisville, Kentucky - The Kentucky Center

April 15, 2025 Chicago, Illinois - Chicago Theatre

April 16, 2025 Milwaukee, Wisconsin - Riverside Theatre

April 18, 2025 Newark, New Jersey - NJPAC

April 22, 2025 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania - Miller Theater

April 25-26, 2025 New York, New York - Palladium Times Square

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If you didn't know, Last week I announced the follow up to Below The House. The album comes out on 30 May 2025 on The Flenser. It is titled It's Closeness, It's Easy. You can listen to the first single and preorder a physical copy or presave it to your streaming service of choice here:

With that said I'm touring a lot this summer and still have more shows to announce.

May 31 - Prepare The Ground, Toronto ON Canada (Live Scoring “The Phantom Carriage”) June 08 - Guild Hall, Swoyersville PA (acoustic set) June 13 - Ace of Cups, Columbus OH* June 14 - Raccoon Motel - Davenport IA* June 15 - Eroding Winds - Appleton WI* June 16 - Subterranean, Chicago IL* June 17 - Cactus Club, Milwaukee WI* June 18 - 7th St. Entry, Minneapolis MN June 19 - The Aquarium, Fargo ND June 20 - Thirsty Street Brewing, Billings MT June 21 - VFW 209, Missoula MT June 23 - Black Lodge, Seattle WA% June 24 - Twilight Cafe, Portland OR% June 25 - Realm Arcade, Boise ID% June 26 - Ace’s High Saloon, Salt Lake City UT June 27 - The Holland Project, Reno NV June 28 - Eli’s Mile High, Oakland CA+ June 29 - Zebulon, Los Angeles CA+ June 30 - Voodoo Brewing, Las Vegas NV July 01 - Rebel Lounge, Phoenix AZ July 02 - 606 Studio, Albuquerque NM July 03 - Hi-Dive, Denver CO July 04 - The Furnace, Wichita KS July 05 - Howdy, Kansas City MO July 06 - The Sanctuary, Oklahoma City OK July 07 - Rubber Gloves, Denton TX July 08 - Valhalla, Austin TX July 09 - Whittier Bar, Tulsa OK July 10 - Kerr Foundation, St. Louis MO July 11 - Whirling Tiger, Louisville KY July 12 - DRKMTTR, Nashville TN! July 13 - Saturn, Birmingham AL! July 14 - Eyedrum, Atlanta GA! July 15 - Crowbar, Tampa FL July 16 - Conduit, Winter Park FL July 18 - Static Age Records, Asheville NC & July 19 - Afterglow, Richmond VA &

with Stander

% with Drowse

with Mamaleek

! with Malevich

& with Nightosphere

Tickets and more information can be found here

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POWERWOLF Announces Fall 2025 North American Tour Dates With DRAGONFORCE

It's no secret that German heavy metal juggernaut POWERWOLF has wildly impressed North American audiences with their recent territory-debut tours, and now, the wolves are back for more! The metal mass will take over the USA and Canada once again on a new headline tour, beginning September 17, 2025 in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Featuring label mates and power metal giants DRAGONFORCE as special guest support, the tour will make stops in major markets such as Detroit, Michigan; Vancouver, British Columbia; Seattle, Washington and many more.

This run will also see POWERWOLF performing at major festivals such as Louder Than Life and Aftershock for the very first time.

Tickets for POWERWOLF's newly announced North American headline tour dates will go on sale this Friday, April 11 at 10:00 a.m. local time, with individual presales beginning as early as today.

Don't miss your chance to witness the legendary and unforgettable metal mass — featuring the utmost in production quality and cinematic performance — with this unprecedented lineup! For more information, visit www.powerwolf.net/live.

POWERWOLF 2025 North American tour dates with DRAGONFORCE:

Sep. 17 - Toronto, ON @ Rebel Sep. 18 - Detroit, MI @ Masonic Cathedral Sep. 19 - Louisville, KY @ Louder Than Life Sep. 20 - St. Louis, MO @ The Pageant Sep. 22 - Grand Rapids, MI @ GLC Live Sep. 23 - Milwaukee, WI @ The Eagles Ballroom Sep. 24 - St Paul, MN @ Myth Live Sep. 26 - Edmonton, AB @ Edmonton Convention Centre Sep. 27 - Calgary, AB @ Grey Eagle Sep. 29 - Vancouver, BC @ Queen Elizabeth Theatre Sep. 30 - Seattle, WA @ Paramount Theatre Oct. 01 - Portland, OR @ The Keller Auditorium Oct. 04 - Sacramento, CA @ Aftershock Festival

POWERWOLF's latest studio album, "Wake Up The Wicked", came out in July 2024 via Napalm Records. The hfollow-up to the extremely successful "Call Of The Wild" (2021) was once again produced by Joost Van Den Broek at Sandlane Recording Facilities and marked a new benchmark and undisputed career highlight for the band. The album washard, surprising and full of variety. While staying true to their established, loved sound, POWERWOLF went one step further and showcased a different facet of their deft musical and technical skills. This is evident, for example, on the outstanding single "1589", which is based on a true story from the 16th century.

21 years after their formation in 2004, POWERWOLF are expanding their repertoire with the highest quality and adding many future live hits to their extraordinary discography. "Wake Up The Wicked" is yet another statement cementing the status of the band as a leading force in the world of heavy metal.

The first single from "Wake Up The Wicked", "1589" tells the story of Peter Stump, who lived near Cologne, Germany in the 16th century and is known today as the Werewolf Of Bedburg. After being defamed as a werewolf, the farmer confessed to several murders under torture and was cruelly executed on October 31, 1589. This morbid story has fascinated people all over the world ever since and has been picked up by National Geographic, among others.

For the video for "1589", POWERWOLF traveled to England to stage Stump's fate in the dark woods in a cinematic way. With carefully selected locations, countless actors and crew members, and impressive special effects, it marks the most elaborate music video production in the band's history to date.

POWERWOLF are undoubtedly one of the most celebrated and successful heavy metal bands of the last decade. Multiple No. 1 album chart entries, gold and platinum records, huge sold-out arena shows, as well as headline slots at the biggest festivals have paved their way. In 20 years of band history, POWERWOLF has made it to the very highest league of heavy metal.

POWERWOLF has conquered countless stages at the world's biggest summer festivals, and their "Wolfsnächte" headline tours (2019, 2022),as well as their North American debut in early 2023, were almost completely sold out — resulting in a massive triumph. They have performed headlining sets at Wacken Open Air and Summer Breeze, as well as held premium slots at genre festival giants such as Hellfest, Graspop Metal Meeting, Masters Of Rock and many more, captivating enormous audiences. No other German metal band has been able to write a success story even remotely comparable in recent years.

The story of the frontrunners of today's German metal scene, POWERWOLF, began in 2004 and only knows one direction: ever upwards. Their trajectory may seem like something out of a fairytale, but it is the result of the band embodying the highest quality of heavy metal in the universe. Outstanding album production, bombastic live shows and a tireless drive for perfection on and behind the stage are what this exceptional band is known for around the world.

Over the course of their career, the band has not only fascinated metal fans, but has also won over international press and critics. Countless cover stories in the most important magazines, critics' awards such as the Metal Hammer Award, and effusive album and concert reviews underpin POWERWOLF's outstanding international status.

POWERWOLF is:

Attila Dorn - vocals Falk Maria Schlegel - organ Charles Greywolf - guitar Matthew Greywolf - guitar Roel van Helden - drums

Photo credit: VDPictures

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