#SWA Wrestling

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

The Scottish Invasion : How Scottish Wrestlers Took Over The WWE Part 1

Since WWE Clash At The Castle is in Scotland , I wanted to highlight a few wrestlers from the company. I decided that this article will be broken up into a few parts. I’m also including a WWE Hall of Famer in this article as well.

The first wrestler I am starting with the Legendary WWE Hall of Famer , the Late , Great , ‘ Rowdy ’ Roddy Piper . Roddy Piper was born Roderick George Toombs on April 17, 1954 in Saskatoon Saskatchewan, Canada and passed away on July 31, 2015 in Los Angeles, California. Piper is of Scottish descent on his mother’s side of his family. He made his wrestling debut in 1969 and retired in 2011. He was actually presented to WWF fans as being from Glasgow , Scotland due to his entrance music and wearing a kilt. He is known for his talk show , Piper’s Pit, where he would interview different wrestlers in the WWF and insult them. He also had a popular rivalry with Hulk Hogan and was involved in a storyline with Pop Music icon , Cyndi Lauper in 1985. He also had a big feud with the nWo in WCW in 1996. He also was an actor with his best known movie being They Live , a Sci-Fi film in 1988. He was inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame in 2005.

Drew McIntyre was born Andrew McLean Galloway IV on June 6, 1985 in Ayr, Scotland. He began his wrestling career in 2001 and made his WWE Debut in 2007. In 2009, he was using a gimmick called ‘ The Chosen One ’. He also became Intercontinental Champion as well as a Tag Team Champion with the same gimmick. In 2014, he was released from WWE after being in a group called 3MB. McIntyre went back on the Indie Circuit and joined promotions such as ICW ( Insane Championship Wrestling ) , Evolve Wrestling, WCPW ( What Culture Pro Wrestling ) , and soon joined the TNA Impact roster. He became champion in each of those promotions. McIntyre made his return to WWE in 2017 on the NXT brand and became champion there. Nevertheless, he returned to the main roster in 2018 to become a Tag Team Champion alongside Dolph Ziggler. He won the WWE Championship and World Heavyweight Championship. He also is the winner of the 2020 Royal Rumble. Drew is the first British and Scottish world champion in WWE. He is also a Triple Crown Champion with the company. He was inducted into the ICW Hall of Fame in 2018. McIntyre will be competing for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship against Damian Priest at Clash At The Castle.

Piper Niven was born Kimberly Benson on May 6, 1991 in Kilbirnie , Scotland. She made her wrestling debut in 2007. Niven made her WWE debut in 2017 as a part of the Mae Young Classic, however , she was signed to the company in 2019. She performed under the name, Doudrop during the Thunderdome era in WWE from 2021-2022. Niven was known as Viper during her ICW run from 2013 to 2019. She is also a two time Women’s Champion for the promotion. She also had a title shot for the ICW World Heavyweight Championship during her run with ICW as well. Thus, she also had a run in Japan when she wrestled for The Art Of Stardom. She is a one time champion for the promotion alongside Iyo Sky and HZK. She is also a one time SWA World Champion. Niven also participated in the British Boot Camp for TNA Impact Wrestling. Niven made her NXT UK debut in 2019 when she called out Rhea Ripley. This, her first televised match happened the same year for WWE Worlds Collide against Zelina Vega. She won the match. She is a two time 24/7 Champion and one time Women’s Tag Team Champion alongside Chelsea Green. She will be competing for the WWE Women’s Championship against Bayley at Clash At The Castle.

My Final Thoughts :

This first part was very interesting to write about. I love all three of these wrestlers a lot. I also think that Roddy Piper is the greatest Heel of all time. Getting to learn about all three of the wrestlers I featured was amazing too. I’ll be writing more about Scottish wrestlers soon.

Love You All,

- Kay

[stardomtrash]

Hear me out on Club Venus...

I've seen a lot of people feeling negative about the Club Venus split from Cosmic Angels, saying that it seemed like a move purely because a sub unit can't sell t-shirts. But I'm genuinely really happy about the move. I think it was a good idea. Why? *slaps head* Here's why...

Firstly, as Stardom opens back up and gets in more foreigners it gives them a ready made unit they can slot right into. In the past that was Oedo Tai, but that forced them into being heels even if that was against their character. What's better about CV though is it's a group full of English speakers, something that I'm sure is greatly appreciated by those coming into the promotion, knowing that they have people there to make sure the language barrier isn't an insurmountable obstacle. Surely that helps them assimilate into the roster better and makes them feel more comfortable and at home in the promotion, which is never a bad thing.

Also, as Stardom expands into the Western market, not only do these performers have recognisable names those new to Joshi can follow from Western promotions into Stardom, but by sake of the fact this is a big English speaking group, with even Japanese wrestlers incorporating English into their promos, this does break the ice for those who might be a bit put off getting into Stardom because of the lack of English being spoken. It's just that little bridge to help people get into it, like a gateway drug, which is a terrible comparison but my mind is blank right now 😅. It's like how K-Pop songs have an English hook. There. That's a better one.

A lot of wrestlers talk about wanting to bring their unit and Stardom as a whole worldwide, but Mina shouted the loudest. She wanted to get the SWA belt (hey remember that?) so she could wrestle overseas and bring CosAn to a different audience. Now she has the chance. She is best placed to integrate Stardom into the wider wrestling sphere. Maybe it should be Tam, or Giulia, or Mayu, or Utami. But it's going to be Mina. And you know what? She deserves it.

Maybe more controversial, but imo Cosmic Angels was getting pretty damn crowded. I know Colours are part time, but even without them, adding up all the CV members as honorary Angels, there was a LOT there. Remember when DDM had about 50 people and they just HAD to split cos they became to OP? Yeah, something had to give here too. I know for a hot second they had only... oh gosh yeah for minute they were just a tag team weren't they. If you just look at the full time members that is. But now with Saori joining, and with everyone holding championship gold, it did not take long for them to pick themselves up again and look like a formidable unit, even if they were lacking in numbers.

As for Mina being a leader, we'll have to see. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Mina - but if you look at all the other unit leaders, they're certified main eventers, undeniable final bosses. Okay, Oedo Tai less so, but they have lineage to make up for it. Mina's not at their level, but having the White Belt certainly gives her the backing to justify a leadership position. Is it too early? Yes, I think so. But would it be a mistake to wait any longer? Yes, it would. Club Venus needs unit status now, and Mina is best placed to lead them. It helps when a unit leader can cut a good promo, and Mina is one of the best.

I'm interested to see where Club Venus will go. I think it depends who sticks around long enough. Mariah seems to be pretty happy there. Perhaps an Artists reign is in their future, but not any time soon. No need to strap the rocket to them yet. A feud with Cosmic Angels seems plausible. Mina is already fighting Natsupoi for the belt, and she made hints at challenging Tam to become a double champion. Tam seems... hurt but also solemnly chill at the split. After all, she did the same thing to Mayu. A bit like when Gods Eye split from DDM, I don't think a feud is necessary. The split isn't as amicable as that was, but even so.

Tl;dr: Stardom don't need to make a unit to sell more naff t-shirts. They don't need any reason. They just need your credit card information

[awlwren]

[id: screenshot of tags: "#…..also. i reread this and i cannot imagine the yakety sax speed that bard would be going at to get through beowulf in an hour #but i would enjoy it"]/end id.

[id: screenshot of longer tags: "#it would be a scop technically not a bard but more importantly #HEY GUYS IM HERE WITH THE BEOWULF ONE HOUR CHALLENGE AND IM TAGGING ÆTHELRÆD’S SCOP WHO STOLE MY JOB GOOD LUCK ASSHOLE #YOU BETTER HOPE THIS LETTER REACHES YOU IN SUMMER #narrator: summer hours were longer bc often ppl just counted 12 hours of daylight no matter how long the days were in a British summer #Beowulf 1 hr challenge at midwinter is known as death mode and is sort of the holy grail of scops skalds and sure bards #the abridged version with the shortened water monster wrestling arc is prohibited #@ Wessex cheaters #ur going straight to hell bc we haven’t invented purgatory yet I don’t think #narrator again: some say the missing verse in Deor is about getting tagged in the Beowulf 1 hour challenge #þæs oferreode… þiss swa maeg #or however it goes I did Not look that up the grammar is so wrong lol #much like the work of Æthelræd’s scop #right stopping myself there"]/end id.

“Medieval peasants couldn’t handle my Spotify playlist” but could YOU handle a medieval bard relaying the epic of Beowulf over the course of an hour? Humble yourself.

[angrywrasslenerd]

Week in Review – World Open Week Three 3/20-3/23

After the title matches of last week, you wouldn’t be blamed for thinking that maybe this would be more of a down week. You’d be wrong. Carson City may historically be a soft market for SWA, but both the company and the wrestlers seemed determined to put out their absolute best this week, turning 2/3 full venues of normally-tepid fans into walls of sounds nearly indistinguishable from a packed house in Portland. It does suck to see SWA waste this level of shows on Carson City audiences, but if they’re looking to grow their market in the area, I have to admit that this would be a way to do it.

A Block

A Block was so ridiculously packed with match of the fucking year candidates this week that I was at a loss as to how I was going to pick anything for match of the week. Not only that, but there’s still a huge number of guys alive in this thing. Jake Adair is mathematically eliminated at this point, after losing to both Ultimo Cielo and Paul Lambert this week, as is Mark Cabelo, while Aaron Wolff is teetering on the brink, with his only chance being to win every match going forward and hope for some very specific outcomes elsewhere in the block, but everyone else has a clear path to the finals. This is incredible. We’ve only got two nights of block competition left per block after this week, and more than half of the block are still fully in this thing, with only two guys for-sure out.

That said, while Mark Cabello’s tournament is effectively over from the numbers perspective after this week’s matches, you can’t take anything away from his match quality. I fucking told you asscackles to keep your eyes out for Adrian Rose vs. Mark Cabello, and like your mom with the chicken tendies, that shit fucking delivered. They had an absolute showcase on Thursday, with both Rose’s power and Cabello’s counter-wrestling on full display. For every feat of strength Rose pulled out, Cabello had a way to turn his power and momentum against him. And for every fabulous counter Cabello pulled out, Rose had another heaping helping of pain ready to dish out to punish him for it. The only thing that could stop them was the time limit – fans anxiously counted down the time as Cabello backflipped out of a huge German suplex from Rose. They cheered uproariously as Rose turned around right into Cabello’s absolutely vicious spinning backfist. They practically blew the roof of the building with a roar as Cabello nailed the Incredible Brainbender right in the center of the ring… only for the time limit to expire before he could get the three. That’s right, this one goes down as a time limit draw in the record books, one that must be heartbreaking for Marvelous Mark, because the difference between one point and two is huge for his prospects in the tournament at this point. A decisive victory in either of his matches this week would’ve at least left him in a situation where he could hope for an advantageous tie-breaker. Unfortunately for Mark, his other opponent this week was Bobby Wilder.

Bobby looked like an absolute star this week, once again showing off his versatility as he kept up with Aaron Wolff both in the standup and on the mat on Thursday, and then went counter-for-counter with Mark Cabello on Saturday. And while a crafty counter into a choke out of a roll-up attempt gave Wolff a crucial tie-breaker that kept him alive in the block, Bobby’s own counters of transitioning a Cabello pop-up Samon Drop a flying European uppercut and then especially turning the momentum of Cabello’s ripcord knee into an Express Flight were highlight reel-worthy. Expect to see that last one in SWA sizzle reels for years to come, and expect Cabello vs. Wilder to be in the conversation when people start talking about Match of the Year later this year.

Ultimo Cielo, meanwhile, appears to have caught some genuine fire from his match with Paul Lambert last week. He absolutely worked his ass off this week, beating both Jake Adair on Thursday and VOLT Tsukuda on Saturday clean as a sheet, and bringing himself up from 2 points to 6, putting him right up there as a potential block winner. Both were incredible matches, to boot. Jake Adair definitely had something to prove this week, and while victory continued to elude him, he looked like way more of a contender against Cielo this week than he did against VOLT last week. VOLT, meanwhile, looked focused, aggressive, and most of all determined against Cielo, likely oweing to the proclamation he made for himself on Thursday.

Of course, I saved the best for last. Let’s talk about VOLT Tsukuda, his match with Paul Lambert on Thursday, and what he had to say for himself afterwards. VOLT has long made it no secret that, while he respects Paul Lambert, he views Paul as a rival first and foremost. He has long advocated for a more aggressive approach to dealing with factions like Murderer’s Row and the Lords of Desolation in SWA, and has been especially loud about how Paul stopped him from getting involved to try to stop the Lords’ disgusting assault on Tommy Powers and Akiko Shimizu at the end of last month. VOLT channeled all that frustration into his match this week, and what we got was unlike any Paul Lambert vs. VOLT Tsukuda match we’ve ever seen up until this point. Generally, that’s been a match that has played out primarily on the mat, but this week, in the middle of a hotly-contested World Open, with emotions running high, both men went for broke. Yes, there was some mat wrestling here, and VOLT and Paul both impressed on the mat as always, but this time it took a back seat as the match went on, as both men seemed fully determined to go for the knockout. Paul has always had good striking, but rarely have we ever seen him showcase it like this. Meanwhile, VOLT showed everyone the benefits of the extra size he’s been putting on lately, both in the striking and in some feats of strength that quickly made everyone forget that Paul was technically the heavyweight in this matchup. Yet, despite it all, this wasn’t a hate-filled brawl. The emotion coming from both men was not anger, but determination. This was two men leaving it all in the ring for nearly the full 30 minutes, and at the end of it all, after landing the knockout blow with a new spinning variation on his superkick, VOLT still gave Paul the respect of a handshake, showing that he wanted to go forward with no hard feelings.

After the match, microphone in hand, VOLT explained that, while he would never want to stop being Paul’s friend, he could no longer be his follower. Their philosophies had diverged too far, and VOLT now fully believed that you cannot oppose a force like the Lords of Desolation by following the rules. SWA, he said, could only be saved by someone who was willing to fight fire with fire. Paul replied that he knew this moment would come one day, and promised that, while he could not follow VOLT on the path he now walked, he would always be there, hoping for his success, and ready to stop him if he went too far. The two parted in friendship, their separate paths now set.

This is fuckin’ wrestling, guys. This is what the fuck it’s about. No betrayals, backstabbing, or bullshit. Just thirty minutes of nonstop action, followed by a display of pure respect and class. As mentioned, I struggled on Match of the Week this week, but when I really sat back and looked at the week as a whole, there was no way I could choose anything but this.

A Block Point Totals:

Adrian Rose 7pts

Paul Lambert 6pts

Mark Cabello 3pts

VOLT Tsukuda 6pts

Bobby Wilder 6pts

Ultimo Cielo 6pts

Aaron Wolff 4pts

Jake Adair 2pts

The Nerd’s Match of the Week: VOLT Tsukuda def. Paul Lambert by PINFALL in 29:03

B Block

B Block didn’t quite hit the highs that A Block did this week, but that’s practically an impossible task, especially for a block that has Fabio motherFUCKing Silva in it. Especially especially during a week in which Fuckboy Fabio won both of his matches. I would ask whatever god might be listening what I did to deserve this if my sins weren’t publicly available on the internet for everyone to consume. Clint Oliver has looked strong up to this point in the tournament, but he ran smack dab into the wall of shit this week. Fabio looked exactly like you’d expect in this match, fucking up left and right on every goddamn move and looking like a joke, but somehow all of his fuckups seemed to leave Clint the worse for wear, and I’m concerned he might’ve been badly hurt somewhere in there. He seemed unsteady on his feet in the back half of the match, though he was back in form for his match with Carlos Ortega-Reyes on Sunday, so whatever happened to him, he was at least able to keep going, even if he lost. Nonetheless, add this to the ever-growing mountain of evidence for why SWA should fire this absolute fucking chode Silva. And y’know, if El Rey Dorado or anyone else in Los Diablos wants to complain about it, they can go too. I’d miss them at least a little, but it’d be worth it to rid one of my favorite promotions of this fucking greasy shart.

Speaking of El Rey Dorado, he also dropped a match to Fabio this week. No favoritism for faction members here; the two big men of Los Diablos beat each other within an inch of their lives on Sunday, even after El Rey had already gone through a hell of a brawl with Carlos Ortega-Reyes on Friday. And when it came down to it, both men were perfectly happy to pull out the ol’ Los Diablo Bullshit on each other, leaving SWA down yet another commentary table in this tournament as they took things to the outside. El Rey Dorado has become well known for his dirty-fighting out in the crowd over the years, but Fabio actually outdid him this week, stealing a whiskey bottle some fan had snuck into the arena to blow the cheap hooch in El Rey’s face before smashing the bottle over his head. Wild how these two guys can do this shit to each other and still finish out the match raising each other’s arms and hugging it out. There really is some truth to what El Rey says about the brotherhood of Los Diablos.

Meanwhile, Kyle Sieras got booted right on down to the bottom of things, dropping both of his matches this week to become mathematically eliminated from the tournament. He fought like hell against both Samael Tangaroa on Friday and Armel St. Martin on Sunday, but just couldn’t put together a win. Sieras seemed really disappointed and frustrated with himself this week, and given his long-term performance over the last few years in this tournament, it’s understandable. I don’t know what’s going on in Kyle’s head, but something needs to change.

Adam Nishimura also had a rough week points-wise, dropping matches to both of the same opponents Kyle Sieras faced on opposite nights, and landing himself right next to Kyle in the mathematically-eliminated pile. Like both Kyle Sieras and Mark Cabello in A Block, though, you can’t take anything away from the sheer fight Adam put up this week. To draw another point of comparison, like his boss Ultimo Cielo, Adam is proving that when you take away all the bullshit and make him just fight straight-up, he becomes an incredible workhorse wrestler. He took Armel St. Martin right to the limit on Friday in a match that absolutely would’ve been my match of the week for B Block if it weren’t for the even more incredible work Nishimura put in against Samael on Sunday.

When we talk about David vs. Goliath kinds of match-ups, Adam Nishimura vs. Samael Tangaroa is, on the surface, exactly what we’re talking about. At 5’10” and 205lbs, Nishimura is absolutely dwarfed by the 6’10” nearly 310lb Samael. The thing is, in the story of David and Goliath, David doesn’t pick the giant up and drop him on his fucking head. After 20 minutes of a match where Nishimura mostly relied on his sharp striking, he managed the kind of feat of strength of which legends are made when he somehow managed to hit that throwing German suplex on the largest man in SWA. Samael, not to be outdone, responded by going to the top rope for not only one of his absolutely insane moonsaults, but then again for a top rope missile dropkick. Adam, not to be outdone himself, then somehow managed a pair of piledrivers one right after the other on Samael, before ultimately falling to hubris when he went for a Cervical Fusion and Samael countered into Final Judgment. After a performance like that, Adam Nishimura is a fucking giantslayer. I don’t even care that he lost, or that he’s mathematically out of the running. Between this tournament and his title challenge against Kazuo Saji in the fall, Nishimura has been made. Whether you or I or anybody likes it or not, the dude is a fucking star now. God help us all.

B Block Point Totals:

Armel St. Martin 6pts

Fabio Silva 6pts

Adam Nishimura 3pts

Clint Oliver 5pts

Samael Tangaroa 6pts

Carlos Ortega-Reyes 6pts

Kyle Sieras 2pts

El Rey Dorado 6pts

The Nerd’s Match of the Week: Samael Tangaroa def. Adam Nishimura by PINFALL in 25:25

[wrestlingmgc]

SWA Undisputed World Women's Champion Syuri

[jamiehayter]

Jamie Hayter wins SWA Championship ending Utami Hayashishita’s 370+ day reign

- 26 January 2020

[wrestle-ropes-uk]

Full Results: Scottish Wrestling Alliance ‘Paisley Pandemonium'

Full Results: Scottish Wrestling Alliance ‘Paisley Pandemonium’

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[shitloadsofwrestling]

SWA Undisputed World Women’s Championship: Toni Storm Vs. Io Shirai (Champion) Stardom X Stardom 2016: Osaka Summer Solstice Celebration [July 24th, 2016]

Two world renowned lady wrestlers who are beloved for their smashmouth style and their incredible attentiveness in the ring battling over the SWA World Women’s Championship. Japan’s Io Shirai defends against Australia’s Toni Storm. While both ladies would eventually find their way to the WWE’s spotlight, it’s matches like this one that gained them plenty of attention from wrestling purists and fans of lady wrestling, as well as fans of fighting spirit as both Storm and Shirai pay the ultimate tribute to the championship. This battle shows why the title matters, and this highlight reel shows just how great that match truly was.

[martellprincess-writes]

HONEY I’M HOME // gojo x f! reader

includes: EXTREMELY DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors + under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // GRAPHIC CONTENT // PHYSICAL VIOLENCE // fem! sub! reader, bully!husband, degradation, humiliation, fear kink, mean!dom, extreme sadism, hints of masochism (on gojo’s part), more than hints of masochism (on reader’s part), edging, LOTS OF BLOOD, slaps to the face, punch to the face, aggressive and messy sex, name-calling, wrestling, delayed orgasm, semi brat taming, all this but he clearly thinks you’re pretty, oral (f! receiving), orgasm denial, slight breeding kink, body worship? and destruction, no aftercare

themes: Arranged Marriage AU | Consummation Night | Strangers to...Enemies and Lovers at the same time bye

prompt: This is for the Cummunity server's Tender Taboos Collab! And of course I picked taboo, described as: "anything and everything taboo. We want to give our creators a reason to get absolutely filthy, to write the dirtiest darkest fantasies they’ve ever had. Explore your own limits." I'm so happy to be a part of mel's amazing community. She is a star and the absolute kindest. thank you for this collab and for letting me join!

summary: You barely know him, your husband, a stranger. The marriage arranged to serve a purpose. You know it and he knows it. But what you don't know, is tonight...he's in the mood to fight.

wc: 3.1k | reblogs appreciated! apparently spam likes get us shadow-banned rip

m. list | haikyuu bad boyfriends m. list

You were married in a haste, Gojo not even getting a moment alone with you after the ceremony. You’d been in the city for almost two weeks now, no contact, no idea of when you’d see him. All you had of him was the key to his apartment where you now lived, where you were now headed, grocery bags slung on your arms.

You unlock the door and shuffle in, taking your shoes off and setting bags down.

“There she is.”

You jump, heart pinching. With a snap of your head, you see him leaning against the kitchen counter. Lips part, sucking in air, but you’re silent, unable to find the words.

“Gojo,” you finally say, voice faint. Everything about you in a state of disbelief and awe. The rest of your belongings slip off your shoulders.

His smile grows as you approach, seeing how you’re drawn to him even when thrown off guard. He stops what he’s doing — wrapping his knuckles in tape — and he reaches a hand out to you, encouraging you to come closer. “You’re my wife,” he smiles. “Call me Satoru.”

“Sa—,” he silences you with a kiss to your knuckles, taking your short breath with him. “...Toru.”

He pulls you to stand in front of him before he leans off the counter. He presses forward, stepping into your personal space. This is the first time you’re getting a good look at him. You barely know the man, other than his height alone is enough to intimidate you, let alone his reputation. You have no idea what to expect, specifically as a wife. A blindfold of your own.

He pins you to the kitchen island behind you, your heart pounding. Bringing his head down, Satoru wraps his arms around you, pulling you into the greatest embrace. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, pressing your torso into his, lifting you up to your toes. Hesitantly, you put your hands on his shoulder blades. He’s so…warm. And strong. His kindness surprises you, introducing you to a sense of security.

He lets you go, and although you can’t see his eyes, his gaze and the silence make your cheeks heat. “How was your mission?”

He only smiles, bringing his head down again. He leans forward to kiss you but in a knee-jerk reaction, you turn away. You look up at him wide-eyed, feeling like you should apologize. You can’t help it, he’s still as good as a stranger.

“I should get the groceries—” you say instead, brushing his arm aside to stop his caging you. He grabs your wrist but lets you slip out of his hand anyway. As you put the groceries away, you feel his eyes searing into you, hot like lasers. You swallow, thinking of how to deescalate a situation that seems…off.

“Did you eat? Do you want dinner?”

You look over your shoulder when he doesn’t answer. He’s back to wrapping his hand up like a boxer. He cuts the last piece of tape with his teeth, securing it. He punches his fist into his palm. Then he looks up at you.

The corner of his mouth curls.

Satoru gets his hands under your thighs and lifts you up, sitting you on the kitchen island. You lean back—

“Are you scared?” he grins.

“No,” you chuckle, your breath hitching when he spreads your legs open and gets his hips between them.

“Oh yeah?” He puts his hand on your chest, indicating he’s well aware of your heart rate.

You open your mouth to speak, but he interjects.

“It’ll turn me on if you are.”

You close your mouth, not knowing what to say to that. He taps the back of his fingers against your right cheek before he draws down your jaw. He curls his hand into a fist, connecting his wrapped knuckles against your left cheek with a click of his tongue. A playful mock-punch that makes your ears light up.

Satoru presses his cheekbone against yours, bringing his lips to your ear as he snuggles into you.

“Do you like it rough?”

“...No.”

“Damn, that’s too bad.” Gojo leans back so he can look at your face. A brow perks. “But you’ll be a good wife and take it, won’t you?”

You turn away, your cheeks on fire at this point as his words leave a bad taste in your mouth. He tilts his head, trying to catch your lips again and again. You lean back, pushing against his shoulder.

“Satoru—”

“Oh don’t be shy now, you’re making me blush too.”

He yanks your ear, shutting you up. Capitalizing on your shock, Gojo tugs at your hair on your other side as well.

“Stop!” you whine.

He leans his chin into your chest, resting his forearms against the countertop as he looks up at you. He pokes you at your side, making you flinch and cuddle up into his other arm. Gojo’s teeth graze your ear as he pulls your hips to the edge of the island, making you freeze. You feel his bulge between your legs. “You’re for me to toss you around, are you not? With the way your family offered you up like a whore. Please protect our people. Take her as a gift.”

His teeth tug at your earlobe, his open mouth trailing hot breath down your jaw as you swallow the urge to cry. That’s not how your father put it. You knew it. You thought with Gojo accepting, he was understanding of the situation. He bites, forcing a sound out of you that gets him stiff in his pants. He sucks on the side of your chin, wanting to hurt you, wanting to mark you forever. You purse your lips into your teeth, moaning uncomfortably.

You shove against his shoulders, hitting him hard so you can hop off the countertop. Gojo laughs, twisting your arm behind your back before he gets you into the living room. You put up a fight, which is exactly what he’s been looking for. He wants to fight.

He tackles you into the couch and you both wrestle. For him it’s play, Gojo just so giddy while you’re frustrated beyond belief, afraid that this is the man you’ve married.

“Take your top off,” he mumbles between breaths.

“No—what’s wrong with you?”

“Oh hooo,” he chuckles. “So not only is she pretty, she’s also a brat.” Gojo feels you up, his big hands running from your stomach to the tops of your breasts. He keeps his head buried in your chest. “I have a thing for brats.”

He squeezes your breasts, making your back arch. Your thigh hooks at his hip.

"Let me show you what happens to brats who don't follow my fucking rules."

Before you can even take a breath, Gojo folds you over the back of the couch, pinning his arm across your lower back before he smacks your ass. You whimper, unable to do much with your hips locked. He hits you again and again before he’s sunken his teeth, biting into your cheek. Your voice trembles, hot tears pinching the back of your eyes. You feel your husband’s hands moving again. One squeezes your hip, the other gets between your legs. His long fingers rub you over your jeans, your muscles clenching, pulsing at his touch. He gets behind you, spreading your legs open.

Gojo’s hands glide up your ass and into your shirt, exposing your back as he takes it off. His rough palms make you hot all over, your shirt off slipping off under his demand.

“A white bra,” he smiles, noting the contrast it has against your skin. “Wow, you really are bride material.”

He takes his shirt off, wanting to feel your skin against his. He reaches for your front, undoing the zipper of your jeans. You grab his wrist but he’s in your pants in a second. You gasp, feeling him over your panties. His touch is seemingly simple, rubbing you up and down, but it’s electric, making you squirm into his pelvis.

“Satoru, please—”

“You want more?”

“Stop!”

He slips his hands into your panties, too strong for your clawing. You throw your head back, body tense as he explores you in unfamiliar ways. You whimper, lungs fighting. Your palm is over him, your fingers moving with his. It’s almost like you’re…doing it with him. The feeling of his long fingers, skilled and strategic…

You can’t stop gasping, lungs shaking as you writhe under his warm chest. You feel your body’s response to his actions stirring in your gut. You push your head back into his shoulder, veins in your neck straining beyond belief when he—

Stops.

Gojo pulls his hand out, leaving you with nothing. You’re still tingling, everything static and sirened, muscles humming. You pant, body slumping over the couch.

"What's wrong? I thought you brats like being teased."

He pulls you in by your waist and falls back into the couch, manhandling you again. You try to wrestle out of his grip until you roll him off, sending you both falling to the rug. With your body on top of him, Gojo groans, wincing as his back arches. Your arms are weak, shaking, your mind half-fogged, but you use the opportunity to escape while he laughs.

You crawl over him but Gojo slaps his palm onto your thigh, yanking you back into place. He wraps his arms around you, pushing forward to successfully pin you onto your back. You grit your teeth, stifled cries in your mouth as he pulls your jeans off. Still, he won’t stop with the rough-housing. You push against him as he hovers over you, trying to roll onto your side. You’ve had it, so much so, when he tries to restrain your wrists, you slap Gojo across the face.

It surprises you both, but what’s worse is as your arm swings back, Gojo pinning your back to the ground, your elbow connects, knocking into his nose.

Your pupils are blown out, body shaking.

“I’m—I’m sorry.”

His nose gushes. Dark crimson leaking from his nostrils to his mouth, dripping onto your bare body.

Gojo takes his blindfold off, eyes lighting up at the sight of you. His stark eyes and the perverted lust they’re glazed in distract you before you realize you’re drenched in his blood, your sadistic husband dripping all over you. His blood is hot, thick, and dark, your voice shrill as your stomach caves into your spine. You can’t even speak, words only strained, terrified sputters.

Gojo loses his mind looking at you perched up on your elbows beneath him. Your skin, so untainted, so pure, so smooth, now smothered in his deep red, along with your bra and panties that’ll never look the same again. A consummation night of his dreams.

You start to scoot back, thinking he’s done for the night, but no. He kisses you on your belly, his hand trailing up to smear the blood up your chest. He bites into the dip of your waist — hard. You scream, eyes watering instantly, knowing he’s drawn blood. His teeth leave indentations you’ll have forever while he climbs up your figure. He plants bruises where he decides to suck your skin through his teeth.

Your thighs squeeze together as you grab his forearm, feeling his bloody hand grip the side of your neck. As Gojo’s tongue glides up the other column of your throat, your walls flutter desperately in response. He sits up, cupping your cheek. You look up at him, and he notices a shift you’re probably unaware of yourself — doe-eyed and obedient with silence. He holds the side of your head firm, not wanting to snap your pretty neck. He uses his other hand to slap you light, using only a tap of his fingers. It’s almost…comforting. But he’s only preparing you for what’s coming.

You start to struggle, pulling your knees up, but Gojo straddles you at your hips. He smacks you a little harder, making your lower back tingle. He goes even harder, a good smack and your pussy clenches. Your hands squeeze against his hips, desperate for friction, desperate for something to ground you.

He leans in, spitting on your face before he slaps you again. You flinch before he shoves his fingers in your mouth, the dried taste of iron hitting your tongue before he spits on your teeth.

You moan, eyes teary and mind woozy, reality slipping the more your husband shows you his true form. Gojo starts to slide down your body, getting off your legs so he can take off your panties. Your fists clench, unable to hold onto anything as the sting on your cheek mixes with the arousal deep below. You wipe the spit off your eye, rubbing it down your cheek, feeling the blood. You don’t know if you actually try to wipe it off or rub it in, but the way your body sings in anticipation as he pulls your panties off your hips makes nothing else matter.

“Why so quiet now, hm?” he teases, tossing your panties aside. You’re throbbing when he spreads your thighs, opening you up to him. The air is so cool against how fevered he’s got you. You suck air through your teeth as he brings his head between your legs. The closer he gets, the harder it is to breathe.

“Bet I can make you scream.”

“Gojo,” you beg.

His fingers spread you open before his tongue makes an appearance. You twitch and the huff of his chuckle electrifies every square inch. He drags the tip of his tongue along your inner lips like he’s tracing them, teasing you more and more instead of just going in. In. You want his tongue inside you. You want to roll your hips into his face—

Gojo laps his tongue up before he dips it into you. Your back arches, hands reaching out for nothing. Your moans are so sweet, so shy, as his tongue swirls around. His palms grip the tops of your thighs, holding you in place as you squirm against him. He flicks his tongue up, ringing you like a bell, bringing your clit to life before it screams. He wraps his mouth around it, sucking hard.

You moan loudly, twisting uncontrollably, your body practically contorting under his command. You reach for him, your fingers getting entangled in his hair. You tug on his roots with urgency. Your whole body is on fire, dancing closer to the edge. You yank fistfuls of his hair, your toes trailing up his back as you pull him into you. He sucks, licks, flicks, and swirls, digging his nails into your thighs. When he thrusts his tongue inside you he grunts, rippling vibrations that make you choke on the air around you.

Your eyelids are squeezed shut, forehead strained, teeth grinding. A carnal groan surfaces from deep in your throat—

But again, Gojo stops.

You whine loudly, tears at your corners. You barely register his laughs, his kisses and bites at your thighs. Your sweaty palms release him, hands jumping to cover your face as you attempt to roll to your side.

“Fuck,” you whisper under your breath, wanting to cry. You feel an authoritative hand grip your hip, forcing you onto your back once more. You’re limp. Adrenaline rush after adrenaline rush. And you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

You dare to look down at him.

Gojo cracks a smile, spreading your knees apart once more. “Looks like you’re mine now, my dear wife.”

Still, even with limp strength, you try to lock your legs, scooting away from him. Why should he get what he wants? He laughs.

“It’s like you want me to beg. Is that something you’d enjoy?” He brings his head down, fighting against you as he pries your legs open. He kisses your knee. “Me begging?”

“Please baby,” Gojo continues. He brings his mouth up your blood-red stomach, sprinkling more kisses. “Let me sink my dick in my pretty slut’s pretty pussy.”

Gojo bites into the fat of your skin, using the opportunity where your knees jerk to spread you open and get his hips inside you. He sinks his cock deep in your soft, warm walls, groaning at the savored sensation while you moan. He holds your hips up, rolling into you like you’re just an object. He doesn’t wait for you to get used to his length, hitting spots so deep, winding up the pleasure he’d built so thick only to halt again and again.

You spasm, digging your nails into the rug. Your eyes are screwed shut, but when you hear him cackle, you dare another look. He looks insane, bloodied face, wide eyes, maniacal smile as he slaps your hips onto his pelvis.

“You should s—see yourself,” he grunts, voice straining, eyes sparkling. “Fucking pretty whore.”

The way he says it, it’s as if you’re meant to take it as the biggest compliment. Gojo lets go of your hips, instead falling forward. He presses his hand beside your head, hovering on top of you as his hips continue to circle into you. He taps your cheek with his fingers again before he slaps you, hard. Your head buckles to the opposite direction, mind spinning before you loll back. This time, he pulls his elbow back, and suddenly you realize why he’d wrapped his knuckles. He punches you in the face, making everything stop.

Your ears ring, everything blurring. You don’t even feel the sting. No. What’s more apparent is the way your walls get a heartbeat of their own, convulsing around his dick.

His fist comes with a kiss before Gojo ducks his head into the gap between your neck and shoulder. He bucks his hips out and thrusts, his groans now turning into moans as the both of you get close.

His hands scoop under your triceps, guiding your arms over the back of his neck.

“Hold on to me, doll.”

You cling to him as he rolls his hips, mouth open, eyelids fluttering, the tears at your corners now leaking down your temples as the sting settles. Your back arches, toes pressing against the floor in a desperate attempt to — you don’t even know. All you know is, your body starts shaking. Face hot, every hair on you electric. Shivers, convulsing. You gasp, needing to hold onto him.

You dig your nails into his back, hoping he’ll bleed. It makes him hit his own peak and tense along with you. He squeezes every muscle in his body, his whole body vibrating as he groans, spraying spurts that paint your walls.

“Fuuuck—”

a/n: fun fact, this is my first JJK fic! *internal screaming and pacing ensues* let me know if i did it justice~

read more of my works here! more gojo content coming next week ❤️‍🔥

tagging the lovelies @hanayanetwork 🌸 @anime-central @planetonet 🪐 @shibuyawardnetwork

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

The Scottish Invasion : How Scottish Wrestlers Took Over The WWE : Part 2

Hi Friends! I am back with Part 2 of my series about Scottish Wrestlers in WWE. If you haven’t read Part 1, please go check it out! This series of articles is being done in honor of Clash At The Castle. I’ll be featuring two members and the leader of the NXT stable , Meta Four , Noam Dar for this part!

Noam Dar was born on July 28,1993 in Be’er Ya’akov , Israel. He moved to Scotland as a child and was raised in Ayr. Dar made his professional wrestling debut in 2008 and his WWE debut in 2016 as a participant in the Cruiserweight Classic. He also was a part of the TNA Roster and participated in their British Bootcamp series. Dar is a two time ICW Zero-G Champion and a one time World Heavyweight Champion for the same company. While in ICW, his biggest win would be against Drew Galloway for a number one contender spot for the ICW World Heavyweight Championship. Dar has also won championships in British Championship Wrestling ( BCW ) , One Pro Wrestling ( 1PW ) , Preston City Wrestling ( PCW) and Progress Wrestling. He was also a member of the Ring of Honor roster before coming to WWE. He is a three time winner of the NXT Heritage Cup and the leader of Meta-Four , a stable he formed with Oro Mensah, Lash Legend, and Jakara Jackson.

The Coffey Brothers

Joe Coffey was born on May 22, 1988 in Glasgow Scotland. He made his wrestling debut in 2009 and made his WWE Debut in 2018 in NXT UK. Coffey is a two time ICW World Heavyweight Champion and a one time Zero-G Champion for the promotion , one time Discovery Wrestling Y Champion, winner of the 2017 PWE Rumble , two time SWA Heavyweight Champion , two time Laird of The Ring champion, one time Target Wrestling Champion, W3L Tag Team Champion alongside his brother, Mark, and a one time Wrestlezone Undisputed Champion. Mark Coffey was born on February 13,1990 in Glasgow , Scotland . He made his wrestling debut in 2010 and his WWE debut in 2018 in NXT UK alongside his brother. He is a three time ICW Zero-G Champion and a four time tag team champion alongside Jackie Polo for the promotion. He is a one time PWE Tag Team Champion alongside Jackie Polo, one time SWA Heavyweight Champion, two time SWA Tag Team Champion alongside his brother , two time Target Wrestling Tag Team Champion once with his brother , and the 3WL Tag Championships with Jackie Polo. He has also won the NXT Heritage Cup , NXT UK Tag Championship and NXT Tag Team Championship alongside Wolfgang.

Fun Fact: Both Coffey Brothers were trained by Finn Balor.

My Final Thoughts:

I found it pretty cool that Finn Balor trained the Coffey Brothers. I wish that there would be a PLE for NXT in Scotland as there is for the main roster. I think that these guys are great in the ring . I am also enjoying Noam’s work with Meta Four. I think he’s hilarious. I’ll probably have parts 3 and 4 up later .

Love You All,

- Kay

[jiminsbabexxx]

Mayhem At The Misfits House

You were hanging out at the Misfits house, like any other day. Matt was filming as Mason hissed at the camera and disappeared into a bedroom. “Hey.” Mason said as he walked out of the bedroom. “Hey.” Swagger said back. “Oh sup.” Matt said. “How are ya, how ya doin?” Swagger asked.

 “You still recording?” Mason asked. “Yeah.” Matt said, as Mason then did a backflip. Everyone in the room laughing. Mason then deciding to do some vape tricks, getting on top of the counter. “What are ya fucking doin?” Swagger asked. “Mason please come down.” You said, nervous that he would do something dangerous and get hurt. 

Mason then jumping down. Mason and Swagger then deciding to do a fake fight, Mason taking a hit of his vape and running away. Mason then deciding to write on the kitchen counter C U N T, and then squeezing ketchup in his mouth. “That is the nastiest shit I’ve ever seen.” You said, the boys laughing. The boys then going to Mason’s room with a blacklight. “Oh Mason.” Matt said, you walking into the room. 

“What are ya doin?” Mason asked walking into his room. “Mason really?” You asked. “What is it?” Mason asked. “What the fuck does it look like?” You asked. “It’s nut.” Swagger said. The boys then shooting fake guns at Mason.

 “Take him down!” Matt said, Mason fake falling down. Mason then went into a room, so Swagger then decides to push a bunch of chairs in front of the door. “All were going to see is Mason stand on one of these chairs and eat shit.” You said. Mason then opening up the door and yelling at the boys, him starting to stand on the chairs. “Mas please be careful.” You said. Mason then going towards Swagger, the two then starting to chase after each other.

 “And now the show finally begins.” You said to the camera, Matt laughing. Mason then going towards Swagger again the two of them play fighting. The two of them then deciding to pillow fight with each other. Swagger then forcing Mason back into the room, Swagger then walking away. “Hey Swag that’s fine I’ll just get your girl.” Mason said, walking up to you. “Bring it Mas.” You said, putting your fist up.

 “No no no.” Swagger said, you looking at him. “Why?” You asked. “Because your going to fuck around and get hurt.” Swagger said. “Forget about him Y/N.” Mason said, you going back to play wrestling. “Swag it’s okay.” Matt said. “Fuck it.” Swagger said. 

You and Mason were wrestling for a good minute, you were sitting on the couch Mason then grabbing you by your arms and pulling you up. You were fighting him, Mason then grabbing you and picking you up so you were standing again. You were backing up closer to the window, before Mason then picked you up a little and pushed you as hard as he could. All you felt was a sharp pain against the back of your skull, as soon as you hit you then fell onto your knees bringing your hand to the back of your head. “Mason.” Matt said, Mason backing up and putting his hand over his mouth. “Mason!” Swagger yelled, walking over to you. “Shit I’m so sorry Y/N.” Mason said.

 “Hey, can you look at me?” Swagger asked you, you looking up at him. “It hurts.” You whimpered out. “Matt.” Swagger said, Matt setting down his camera and coming over to help get you up. “Where?” Matt asked Swagger. “Couch.” Swagger said, both of them putting you on the couch. “Hey baby look at me.” Swagger said. 

“I feel like I’m going to munt, no I am.” You said. “Can you get me the trashcan?” Swagger asked, Matt bringing it over and you throwing up. “Okay so I just looked it up and vomiting is a sign of a concussion.” Matt said, you groaning. Knock Knock, Matt opening the door. “You called.” Fitz said. “Yeah we need you to take Y/N to the hospital.” Matt said.

 “What the fuck happened?” Fitz asked. “Mason and Y/N were play fighting and Mason pushed her into the window.” Matt said. “Shit Y/N, you okay?” Fitz asked, rubbing your back. “Fuck no.” You said. “C’mon babe let’s go.” Swagger said, him and Fitz pulling you up. They walked you out to the car, and put you in it. 

Swagger sat next to you in the car Fitz in the drivers seat. You all ended up at the hospital, long story short after a long time of questions and poking and prodding the nurse was letting you go home. The boys then showed up at the hospital and came to your room. “Hey, how are you feelin Y/N?” Matt asked, walking up to you. “Better.” You said, Swagger sitting behind you in the hospital bed. “Oi Maso, you okay?” Matt asked, Mason then turning his back to everyone.

 “I feel really bad.” Mason said. “Mason.” You said, getting up and walking over to him and giving him a hug. “It’s okay Mase I know you didn’t mean it.” You said. “You sure?” Mason asked, you nodding. “Now can we please get the fuck out of here?” You asked, everyone laughing. 

[mayuiwatani]

Thank you for the Fukuoka show !!

I won the SWA 😭 !!

I've achieved a Grand Slam! !!

It's been a year and a half since I've won a belt ...

I will make it a belt that professional wrestlers all over the world want to wrestle for.

[angrywrasslenerd]

Week in Review – World Open Week Two and Title Matches 3/13-3/16

This week was a wild one in SWA, with two days of block matches, a Joshi Championship defense on Friday in Yokohama, and an SWA Openweight Championship defense on Saturday in San Francisco, so we’ve got a lot of shit to cover this week. We would’ve had even more, but, like they so often do, SWA once again threw the Tag Team Championships in the dirt like the neglected stepchild belts they are. So we’ll be covering the World Open block days, then the Joshi Championship, then the Openweight Championship. That’s not quite the order things happened in, but fuck you dickweasel this is my blog.

A Block:

Mark Cabello managed to actually get out of the gates this week with a damn fine match against Aaron Wolff, so maybe week one really was just jitters for him. This week, Mark looked more like the big star we’re used to seeing in his GPWA matches, and his style meshed surprisingly well with Wolff’s, ending up at a damn entertaining spectacle of mat wrestling with just enough big flashy big moves to keep things interesting. If you don’t watch GPWA and haven’t seen Cabello before, this is more along the lines of what to expect: solid fundamentals backed by a deep understanding of how to use his opponent’s momentum against them and a lot of crowd-arresting charisma to pull it all together. Keep an eye on him throughout this tournament; if he keeps gaining momentum, we’re going to be in for a treat next week when he faces Adrian Rose.

Speaking of Rose, he ran into a speedbump this week in the form of an extremely focused, motivated Bobby Wilder. Contrary to what people might think when looking at him, Bobby proved himself a student of the game this week, having clearly learned everything he could from his loss to the Celtic Killing Machine in the fall, and watched every match since carefully. He brought Rose to the mat immediately, but critically, he didn’t stay there. Instead, Bobby used what is arguably his greatest weapon – his versatility – smoothly transitioning between slick holds, explosive striking, and those absolutely wild drop kicks at-will, leaving Rose off-balance and unable to adjust fast enough to keep up with him. And if there were any doubts about Bobby’s strength and power game, I think they were answered this week when he managed to send Rose up in the air for an Express Flight. This match was a masterclass in how to stay ahead of a larger opponent, and Bobby deserves all the credit in the world for managing to put it together. It probably won’t work on Rose again, but he’ll have to cross that bridge when he comes to it.

Meanwhile, VOLT Tsukuda was on cruise control this week, having apparently recovered fully from a crushing loss to Adrian Rose in week one to claim a dominant win over Jake Adair. I stand by what I said last week about Jake as a man who can beat anyone on any given night, but as time goes by, it seems more and more like his biggest problem is inconsistency. Some nights we get matches where he looks like a true world beater, and other nights we get some sad bullshit like this. Jake barely got out of the gates against VOLT, getting thrown and battered all around the ring before eating a VOLTage Spike in under 10 minutes. An impressive showing for VOLT, but an absolutely dogshit showing for Adair, reminiscent of some of the embarrassing performances he put in down the stretch back in the 2023 World Open. If Jake wants to keep being in this tournament in the years to come, he’s just got to do better than this.

With three of four A Block matches down, we now come to my favorite A Block match of the week: Paul Lambert cutting off all escape and forcing Ultimo Cielo to actually wrestle him. Cielo clearly really wanted this to be a typical Dogshit Murderer’s Row Match full of shenanigans, but Paul was having none of it, grabbing onto Cielo and dragging him right back to the middle of the ring every time he tried to get away. And while I wouldn’t blame any of you for forgetting given how rare it is, when Ultimo Cielo is forced into a corner where he has no choice but to actually wrestle, he’s actually really fucking good at it. I’ve seen a decent number of people who watch the shows on VOD after the fact say that they just hit the fast forward any time they see an Ultimo Cielo match, and under normal circumstances I wouldn’t blame you, but in this case you would really, genuinely be doing yourself a disservice. Watch this fucking match. You’re welcome.

A Block Point Totals:

Adrian Rose 4pts

Paul Lambert 4pts

Mark Cabello 2pts

VOLT Tsukuda 4pts

Bobby Wilder 4pts

Ultimo Cielo 2pts

Aaron Wolff 2pts

Jake Adair 2pts

The Nerd’s Match of the Week: Paul Lambert def. Ultimo Cielo by SUBMISSION in 27:36

B Block:

Normally, you wouldn’t catch me praising Carlos Ortega-Reyes for throwing the rulebook out the window and turning a wrestling match into a street fight, but in this hypothetical, he isn’t wrestling King Dipshit himself, Fabio MotherFUCKing Silva. I’m a simple man. I see Fabio get beat up, I like. And boy did he ever get beat up this week. We didn’t see the railroad spike this week (rumor has it someone finally managed to confiscate it from him), but that didn’t slow Carlos down one bit, as he almost immediately took this one out of the ring, fans scattering in panic as he threw Fabio into the stands. I hope SWA packed extra tables and chairs for commentary for this tour, because the ones they had this week won’t be seeing any more use.

Meanwhile, Adam Nishimura and Clint Oliver continued to be on some whole other shit this week, turning in performances way more impressive than their card positions up until this point would’ve indicated. Nishimura had already shown some flashes of greatness during his SWA Openweight Championship match with Kazuo Saji back in October, but he looked like a full-on main event star up against Kyle Sieras this week. Not to be outdone, Clint Oliver took El Rey Dorado right to the limit and beyond, delivering the kind of signature win that makes men into stars. Both of these matches were flat-out incredible, which isn’t something I expected to be saying about dudes from Murderer’s Row and Lords of Desolation going into this tournament, but here we are. It was really hard deciding which of these matches to give match of the week too, but I knew it had to be one of them.

In the main, Armel St. Martin vs. Samael Tangaroa was as impressive as it’s been every other time we’ve seen it, but that’s the problem at this point: we’ve already seen it, many times now. I recognize that I must sound absolutely fucking certifiable right now to people who haven’t watched the show, but I’m not alone. For someone who’s never seen Armel take on Samael before, this match would be great, and for those of us who have, it was perfect comfort food watching, but the real excitement was happening down the card.

B Block Point Totals:

Armel St. Martin 2pts

Fabio Silva 2pts

Adam Nishimura 3pts

Clint Oliver 5pts

Samael Tangaroa 2pts

Carlos Ortega-Reyes 4pts

Kyle Sieras 2pts

El Rey Dorado 4pts0

The Nerd’s Match of the Week: Adam Nishimura def. Kyle Sieras by PINFALL in 19:16

SWA Joshi Championship: Shannon Fulmar vs. Cerise

While Lina tends to get the most attention of the women in BHB, Shannon Fulmar has been quietly putting together an incredible resume as a wrestler ever since debuting back at Aftermath 2018. I’m as big a Lina fan as anyone else, as past posts on this very blog will attest, but I genuinely think that the long shadow she casts over BHB has kept more people from recognizing how great the Mistress of Tides really is.

Well, overlook no more, fuckers. This was one of the greatest matches of either Shannon or Cerise’s careers. Neither woman was content to stick to their own wheelhouse; Shannon impressed with her toughness as she stood and brawled with Cerise, while Cerise was all too happy to take things to the mat with Shannon, demonstrating the confidence that comes with finally beating Mieko Suzuyama to become the Joshi Champion. And when that didn’t bring victory, both women were perfectly happy to drop each other right on their heads, or go flying off the top rope. This was a long one, and the red-hot Yokohama crowd ate up every second of it.

I know it’s a stereotype to say that Japanese crowds appreciate wrestling more than American fans do, but the crowds for the SWA Japan tours really do make every match feel special, and when you combine that with two women as great as Shannon Fulmar and Cerise, the quality of the wrestling and quality of the atmosphere combine to make something truly incredible. This match was a nail-biter right up to the end, and I could’ve sworn it was over at least a half a dozen times, and the fans in attendance were right there with me. And maybe it’s just that aforementioned style clash, with the way a striker can come off compared to a submission expert in front of a less-familiar crowd, but for those fans in Yokohama that night, they were genuinely pulling for Cerise. Make no mistake, Cerise’s title reign looked seriously in jeopardy a number of time in this match, and the fans in attendance really wanted to see her pull through, and fuck me if I didn’t start rooting for her too, Los Diablos or no Los Diablos.

Results: Cerise def. Shannon Fulmar by PINFALL in 36:47 to RETAIN the SWA Joshi Championship

The Nerd’s Rating: Fucking Incredible/10

SWA Openweight Championship: Brandon Kennedy vs. Kazuo Saji

I had mixed feelings going into this one. Like Adam Nishimura before him, Brandon Kennedy isn’t exactly someone I would normally consider Openweight Championship caliber, and it’s not like the creepy little fuck endeared himself to anybody with the way he challenged. It didn’t feel like he deserved to be in this match. I also had some concerns about Saji. He’s touching rarified air with this defense, having officially passed the one-year and 8 defense mark of his reign, something very few people have done. But he also continues to push himself way too goddamn hard every match, and still participated in the shows leading up to this one, even though he really didn’t have too, and frankly, probably should’ve given his shoulder more time to rest after the attack from Brandon last month. And of fuckin’ course, every show Saji showed up on, there was Brandon, taunting him further and trying to bait him into starting a fight before their title match. By the time we actually got to the Ides of March, I was just itching to see Saji finally get his hands on this brush-headed assgibbon.

Well, the Ides have come and gone, and I can officially say that my feelings on this match are still somewhat mixed. Credit where credit’s due: Brandon Kennedy is exactly what he says he is. He really does love a dangerous, hateful, personal fight, he did everything he could to get that, and he got exactly what he wanted. At any rate, Saji must’ve been seeing red, because even a green mist didn’t stop his momentum. When Brandon spit that nasty shit in his face, Saji charged straight through it and hit a cutter on him anyway, blinded though he must’ve been. And given the sheer bone on bone crack of some of those strikes Saji was throwing, I’d be genuinely surprised if Kennedy doesn’t have to have his jaw wired shut. Which, come to think of it, would at least shut the fucker up for a little while.

But here’s where what I said about mixed feelings comes in. As aggressive as Saji was, even he couldn’t overcome the basic laws of physics and the human body. His shoulder gave out on him multiple times in this match, and the Prince of Disdain targeted it relentlessly with kicks, stomps, and submission holds. There was a particularly scary bit in the middle of the match where Brandon got Saji caught in the Banned in 21 States, Saji tried to lift Brandon up for some kind of slam, and ended up dropping him back to the mat with an audible pop from his shoulder. By the time the match was over, he ended up having to resort to the Chrome Splitter because it didn’t require using his arm to secure the victory.

Kazuo Saji cannot keep doing this. He’s killing himself out there. As much as this was a great match, and it was in fact really satisfying to see Saji take down Brandon after the heinous attack he perpetuated last month and then the weeks of taunting that followed, my concern for Kazuo Saji as a human being at some points starts to outweigh my ability to enjoy the matches of Kazuo Saji the professional wrestler. By the end of this match, his left arm was basically hanging completely useless at his side, not to mention the fact that both men were very obviously bleeding from the nose and mouth from the viciousness of the strikes they were throwing. If he keeps up this pace, he’s not going to just have to worry about losing his championship, he’s going to have to worry about the state he’s leaving his body and career in.

Results: Kazuo Saji def. Brandon Kennedy by PINFALL in 24:21 to RETAIN the SWA Openweight Championship

The Nerd’s Rating: I can’t watch this/10

[wrestlingmgc]

SWA Undisputed World Women's Champion Bea Priestley

[the--last--me]

[wrestle-ropes-uk]

Full Results: Scottish Wrestling Alliance ‘Rock N Wrestle: Inverness Incoming'

Full Results: Scottish Wrestling Alliance ‘Rock N Wrestle: Inverness Incoming’

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