#SWA Wrestling

[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. 

[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]

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“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]

SWA Week in Review 6/12-6/18/2023

I've been getting a lot of requests to talk about the TagFest, but so far I haven't touched it. I know this is hard for people to believe but I do actually love SWA, but I also know well that the tag division has never really been their strength. Even with the new Trios Championships in the mix this year (You're welcome for that again by the way), it just doesn't feel like there'll be enough to really make a whole-ass post about until we've had more than the first round out of the way. But with the TagFest being that main thing going on right now, that doesn't really leave me very fucking much to mash my keyboard at, now, does it? And now I have people in my DMs asking if I'm still watching SWA. Yes, you dipfucks, I'm still watching, there just hasn't been anything to talk about.

But last week was a title match week. Well, that's a little different. When titles're on the line, there's always stuff to talk about. So let's go over this shit chronologically, because it's nice to have some kind of order and structure in this fucked up world we live in.

6/14: Lexi Heart vs. Mieko Suzuyama

Hanami Watanabe must be fuming to see Lexi Heart get this title match over her, based on their respective performances at Aftermath. Sorry, kid. Keep putting in the reps and you'll get there eventually.

Lexi has always been one of those performers that's right on the cusp of greatness. Whether it was in the Masked Ladies tag team with Keilyn Coardes, or on her own, she's always had that sense of viciousness that so many lack that can carry you to the very top, but the results have never quite lined up for her as a singles wrestler. But she looked as good as she's ever looked in this title match, giving the Joshi Champ the kind of fight that would've been right at home on a pay-per-view show. For most of this match, I would've predicted an untimely end to Mieko Suzuyama's reign and a new champion.

But the Miracle Goddess is fucking back, baby. Fans who've been around for a while will remember well Mieko Suzuyama's previous Joshi Championship reign, where she earned the nicknames Joshi Ace and Miracle Goddess for being a wholely unstoppable, relentless wrestling machine who wouldn't stay down no matter how much punishment she absorbed. That side of Mieko seemed to fade a bit since she lost the championship, but it was in full fucking force on this night in particular. And it didn't matter how hard Lexi kicked, how viciously she went after those arm locks, or how many times she dropped Mieko on her head with her signature Lexiplexes, the Joshi Champ seemed completely impervious to harm. Every time it looked like Mieko was down and out, she would come back even stronger, and it genuinely seemed to scare the shit out Lexi, who by the end was reduced to staring in awe and fear at the sheer unstoppable majesty of Mieko at full power. This was a showcase for Mieko in her first defense of this new title reign, and if she keeps putting in performances like this, she might be able to hold the championship for another two years.

The Nerd's Rating: Unstoppable/10

6/16: Javier Valiente and Emi Yamazaki vs. The Divine Imperium

One notable downside of the TagFest is that it means a lot of the best tag-team wrestlers in SWA are tied up in the tournament each year, making it slim pickings for challengers for the Tag-Team Championships. Year after year, we’ve had to get used to seeing a tepid filler defense in this slot, with actual marquee matches being few and far between. This defense was, on paper, no different, with Javier Valiente fresh from leaving Los Diablos and Emi Yamazaki still struggling to find her place in SWA, and the two having never teamed together before.

What we got, though, was the Divine Imperium in full-blown implosion mode. Things have just been getting worse between Akiko Shimizu and Mizuki Yoshinaga since their last defense, and they couldn’t even seem to coordinate tags in this match, let alone get on the same page offensively. The Divine Imperium spent almost all of this match on the back foot, and the nascent team of Valiente and Yamazaki worked their asses off. I came into this match fully ready to dismiss the challengers, and I came out of it angry that they couldn’t quite seal the deal after getting so close.

I’m ready for the Divine Imperium to tumble. Their shit isn’t working anymore, and there’s just no way they can continue to hold it together in the face of the competition, especially once the TagFest is over and the more seasoned teams are freed up to pursue them.

The Nerd’s Rating: Multiple Kinds of Disappointing/10

6/17: Aaron Wolff vs. Ultimo Cielo

I don’t feel like I’ve said this enough times. Fuck Ultimo Cielo. Fuck Ultimo Cielo for the absolute garbage his title reign has been. Fuck Ultimo Cielo for briefly tricking me into thinking he was turning over a new leaf as a fighting champion. Fuck Ultimo Cielo for the complete mockery he’s made of the SWA Openweight Championship, and oh yeah, fuck Ultimo Cielo for this match. At least when he was wrestling Kazuo Saji, Cielo put on the veneer of attempting to have a legitimate match. This match, on the other hand, had so much horseshit in it I thought I’d accidentally switched streams and was watching a UBL show.

Part of me wants to blame SWA management for this. They made the decision to bring the overflowing bucket of festering pustules known as Three of a Kind over for the TagFest. They infected their own product with a LETHAL DOSE of ass cancer. But I feel like that’s selling our champion short. He didn’t copy anybody else, oh no, this was an entirely Ultimo Fucking Cielo brand of unrepentant goatfuckery. He pulled out every trick in the book, from hair pulling, to accusing Aaron Wolff of fucking with his mask, to low blows, to dirty pins, to outright just RUNNING THE FUCK AWAY on the outside, and that’s just the first ten minutes! This heaping pile went THIRTY FUCKING MINUTES.

Credit where it’s due. Aaron Wolff tried his best to salvage this. His hard-nosed, straightforward, shootstyle wrestling was, in many ways, the perfect counter to Cielo’s… whatever the FUCK this was. At times, when Wolff was controlling Cielo on the mat, or laying in strikes, this match threatened to become good. But we were never more than a couple minutes away from yet another serving of dogshit. And once the rest of the Row started to show up? Forget it. I’m not ashamed to say I fucking closed the stream and walked away 25 minutes in. I found out the results on dirtydirtydirtsheet, and I feel like the five minutes I saved probably saved me from having some kind of seizure.

Saji’s right. Ultimo Cielo is shook. He’s falling apart. The time is ripe for someone to come along and end this fucking fecal fiesta of a title reign. I’d even take another Samael run over this.

The Nerd’s Rating: UN FUCKING ACCEPTABLE/10

[stardomsyndicate]

Pro-Wrestling Weekly!

Who are Triple Tails? A brief history + their potential impact in STARDOM

AND!

And exclusive interview with Suzu Suzuki!

Who are Triple Tails? And what do they want with STARDOM? Triple Tails was originally formed after the sister duo joined forces with Kana in 2010, after Iyo (then Io) left the group, Mio and Kana renamed themselves Triple Tails.S.. So, who even are these people? Why should I care? Iyo is probably the best female wrestler to come out of Japan in the modern day, with her sister by her side they were bound to become unstoppable. After they joined forces with Kana things turned up a notch, the year they were together was filled with nothing but dominance. Now the question remains, what do they want with STARDOM? Since our Re:Birth Mio has been crowned inaugural SWA champion. It’s rumored backstage that she’s the reason Triple Tails was formed, bringing in her sister to the company after reaching personal success and even getting Kana to become “Kana” again. Triple Tails are currently the only official team in Stardom, leaving a lot to be desired from the tag team and trios leagues. The question remains….what trio will be brave enough to step to Triple Tails?

EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH WONDER CHAMPION SUZU SUZUKI!

I: “Suzu, you beat Jamie Hayter to become WONDER champion, what do you plan to do as Champion?”

S: “Dominate, of course, what else would I do? Stardom needs a real champion and I plan to be her”

I: “What do you mean by “real champion?””

S: “Lets be honest, Bea is weak, Yukihi is a nobody, Mio is washed up, and Tiffany? Ha. Where do i even begin?”

I: “you recently advanced in the Cinderella tournament, you next opponent is Candice LeRae, are you feeling confident you’ll win?”

S: “Do I think I’ll win?? Ha. Does snow fall in December? Of course I’m gonna beat that wanna pixie piece of….”

I: “Lastly, you were recently called out by Maika after your Cinderella match, are you concerned about her dethroning you?”

S: “Concerned? Please, Maika hasn’t been relevant in a long time, and I’m not scared of no name, wannabe, “samurai’s” who think they can step to the master of all things hardcore”

WEARESTARDOM copyright 2023

Issue no.1

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NJPW of America, STRONG transform in 2023~~~!!!

Since its inception during the COVID pandemic in 2020, NJPW STRONG has seen the best rising stars in the US compete with familiar names from the Japanese stage and beyond. Monthly tapings have seen passionate fans witness great action live, with matches from those tapings being distributed every week on NJPW World and FITE.

Additionally, Pay Per View events from the US have seen still more memorable moments, from Jon Moxley and El Desperado’s wild deathmatch at “Music City Mayhem” to Eddie Kingston and Kazuchika Okada teaming for the first time, and STARDOM’s Mayu Iwatani defending SWA gold at “Rumble on 44th Street”.

In the past, these PPV offerings were presented under the NJPW rather than NJPW STRONG branding in order to make them more distinct from the weekly TV style presentations on NJPW World and FITE. As NJPW moves into a new era in 2023 however, so too does action in the US, and the time has come to further fortify the NJPW STRONG brand, as well as to ensure even more people sample the incredible action that NJPW presents in the US.

Moving forward, all events from New Japan Pro-Wrestling in the US will carry the branding of NJPW STRONG. In addition, the weekly ‘TV taping’ format of STRONG will shift to a dual model: STRONG LIVE and STRONG On Demand.

The first STRONG LIVE event will be Battle in the Valley on February 18 from the sold out San Jose Civic. With Mercedes Moné versus KAIRI for the IWGP Women’s Championship, Fred Rosser defending the STRONG Openweight Championship against KENTA, Jay White and Eddie Kingston in a grudge match, and the IWGP World Heavyweight Championship also on the line, this immense card is a must watch event for fans live in English on FITE, or in Japanese on NJPW World PPV.

All this action will also be made available in March with NJPW STRONG On Demand. STRONG On Demand will see matches from STRONG Live cards delivered in a four part weekly basis through the month, much as NJPW STRONG has been to date.

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This model will continue with our return to WrestleCon this March with Strong Style Evolved, before NJPW Capital Collision in Washington DC and Collision in Philadelphia from the world famous 2300 Arena!

This dual model will give fans on a budget the chance to stay up to date with the hottest action in the US through their regular NJPW World subscription, while the very best live experience on the planet awaits on pay per view as it happens.

New Japan Pro-Wrestling thanks fans for their dedicated support of NJPW STRONG to date- we can’t wait to have you join us for Battle in the Valley and what lies beyond in a thrilling new chapter for all of NJPW.

Source:njpw1972

[imvgeswrestling]

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[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.

[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

[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.

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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 ❤️‍🔥

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[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]

The Angry Wrasslin’ Nerd’s Wrassleviews: Aftermath 2023

Aftermath is traditionally the biggest show on the SWA calendar, the big "season finale" where everything comes together. Tournament winners challenge champions,  blood feuds culminate, hatchets are buried, and new chapters begin, both for wrestlers and for the promotion itself. This is the most exciting time of year to be an SWA fan.

At least, that's the idea. If you've been an SWA fan as long as I have, you start to notice that sometimes, Aftermath fucking sucks. Sometimes the challengers are unexciting, the matches are unsatisfying, and everything just feels like it's in a holding pattern waiting for the fresh blood that typically comes between Aftermath and Emergence. So, where did 2023's show land us? Was this an exciting climax to the year? Or a mammoth-sized turd in the punch bowl? Let's get right to it.

Connor Cipris, Lina, Shannon Fulmar, and Regina Ibanez vs. Aaron Wolff, Valkyrie Jameson, Brianna Dalton, and Raven Briars

I've said my piece a number of times about these pointless low-card tag clusterfucks. They don't move anything forward, and they're just there to get names on the card and fill out matches. The scale for them usually goes from "ASS" to "Meh".

That said, for what this was, it was decent enough. Lina and Valkyrie, in particular, were highlights of the match, and Lina continues to show off her now-legendary toughness every chance she gets. This woman does not wrestle like someone who wants to still be walking in 5 years, let alone wrestling, and fuck me if it isn't entertaining as hell. Every feat of strength Valkyrie could pull off, every crushing lariat or devastating slam, Lina got right back up and asked for more.  This feud has legs, and managed to drag what would otherwise be another dull tag clusterfuck right up into decent territory. If only they would get time for a singles match on a PPV. I seriously don't get what SWA management's deal is regarding Lina the last few years. 44 really isn't that old, and when she's still going at a level like this, why the ass aren't they featuring her more?

The rest of the match was... well, it was fine I guess. Everyone looked good, and nothing stood out as bad. But I was always just waiting for Lina and Valkyrie to get back in the ring. The BHB team emerged victorious when Connor and Shannon both locked in their big submission finishers on Aaron Wolff at the same time (which looked fuckin' vicious by the way), and that was that.

The Nerd's Rating: Watchable/10

El Rey Dorado, Fabio Silva, and Javier Valiente vs. Chad Jackson, El Halcon Loco Jr., and Kara Stern

I don't think Javier Valiente really fits in Los Diablos. Sure, he's a bit of a prankster, but he just doesn't have the kind of inherent shitheadedness that the rest of the faction does. Any time he was in the ring, this was almost a normal wrestling match, with a few shenanigans and pranks here and there. Comparing it to what was going on when El Rey Dorado or Fabio motherFUCKING Silva (who was back to the ring earlier than I expected goddammit) was in the ring reminded me why I used to fuckin' hate these guys so much. Referee misdirections, double-teaming, bullshit on the outside, this match was a greatest hits of Los Diablos' most hatable crap, right down to a completely needless beatdown on Chad Jackson after they'd already won, a beatdown that I note Javier didn't participate in. Don't be surprised if he drifts away from the faction in the coming months.

The Nerd's Rating: Ugh/10

Armel St. Martin and Hanami Watanabe vs. Jake Adair and Lexi Heart

This one should've been a banger. Hanami Watanabe and Lexi Heart's dislike for each other isn't fading at all with time, and they were quite eager to beat the shit out of each other here. Meanwhile, Armel St. Martin seemed motivated to take down Jake Adair after losing to him in the World Open, and Jake actually pulled some rarely-seen anger out of Armel. Jake was quick to tag in when Hanami was in the ring, but just as quick to tag out whenever Armel came after him, and that frustration on Armel's part boiled over into some of the nastiest strikes we've ever seen him throw. Meanwhile, Lexi steadily got tired of Jake's shit because she wanted to be the one fighting Hanami. This led to blind tags and argument on that side of the ring, which Armel and Hanami took advantage of to secure the win.

Jake's bullshit really weighed this match down. He can be a great wrestler when he puts his working boots on, and he's spent years trying to live down his 2018 Inside Wrasslin' "Most Hated Man in Wrestling" award, so you'd think he wouldn't stoop to this shit. Maybe he's afraid of Armel's vengeance after that roll-up win over him in the World Open, but c'mon man it's Aftermath. Get your shit together.

The Nerd's Rating: Disappointing/10

Jim Tarler and Tess Tarler vs. Tommy Powers and Olivia Powers

I'm usually one of the first to complain about nostalgia acts getting big PPV spots, but to be honest, this was actually pretty good. The Powers' had their game faces on, and were dead-set on trying to isolate the 65-year-old Jim Tarler, but he was having none of it. Both sides made frequent tags, and both sides worked together well, with frequent double-team maneuvers and last-moment pin breakups.

The Tarlers really impressed me in this match. Jim fought like hell, and if it weren't for his appearance, you'd be forgiven for mistaking him for a younger man. Tess coordinated well with her grandfather, pulling off matched moves with him, or doing the old signature spots that he can't do anymore. Which is good, because I don't know about you, but I don't fuckin' need to see a 65 year old man doing diving elbows and probably breaking something in my wrestling. Anyway, the Tarlers finally gave the crowd something to really get loud about, and the double Blast Bomb finish was exactly what we needed after a mostly unimpressive undercard.

After the bout was over, Tess grabbed a house mic and teased that she might come back at some point in the future. As I understand it, she's still considering contracts from multiple organizations, and has a busy schedule of matches for a variety of promotions in the coming months. I'll be watching with interest to see where she lands.

The Nerd's Rating: Palate-Cleansing/10

Matt de Leon vs. Aguijon Tachibana

Sometimes, all you need is some motherfucking lucha libre. The Tarlers' match aside, this show had been pretty tepid up to this point, and what we really needed was something to up the pace and really get us to care. Leave it to these two guys to deliver exactly that. The first ten minutes or so of this match were just pure lucha, with lightning-fast hold exchanges, technical pin attempts, and a good dose of high-flying as well. Though I guess the rest of the match was also pure lucha in its own way, as they got steadily more pissed off and brought out the heavy striking. This may have been a mistake on Matt's part, as Aguijon is a more adept kicker than him, and was quick to show this fact off with some absolutely blistering examples. Matt held his own, though, and actually pissed Aguijon off enough with his own kicks that Aguijon went and got a chair. Referee Nadine Mathis tried to talk Aguijon down, until Matt solved the issue by dropkicking the chair into Aguijon's face, where it then flew out of the ring.

Overall, Aguijon fought well, and surprisingly clean, sneaky little fucker that he is, other than the chair. However, Matt's momentum was just undeniable, and after 19 minutes of non-stop action, Aguijon simply didn't have an answer for Matt's Phoenix Splash.

Some of the miserable fuckers that like to clog up my social media feed will probably say that this being my MotN is more a comment on the quality of the overall show than the match itself, but honestly this would've been a pretty great match on any card, and past this point, it was all pedal to the metal anyway. Congratulations to the new Aftermath Champion; with a performance like that, it's richly deserved.

The Nerd's Rating: Fucking Perfection/10

Gold-Blooded vs. The Divine Imperium

I think this is the match that we'll remember as when the cracks started to show for The Divine Imperium. Don't get me wrong, it's not like their act is getting any less funny. But tonight they came as close as they ever have to losing the tag-team championships. Gold-Blooded are just too tight a team to be going up against them without cohesion, something that, as I've mentioned, The Divine Imperium are seriously lacking.

This match ultimately came in kind of a weird place, squished between two absolute killer singles matches. It wasn't bad, and was certainly better than the tepid undercard, but it suffered for being sandwiched between two matches that were far better. Once it was clear that they were actually under serious threat, Akiko and Mizuki did what disciples of Samael do best: They resorted to being absolute monsters. Of course, Cerise and Leticia being members of Los Diablos, they're no strangers to a good old fashioned street fight themselves. You can imagine how things went from there.

I'd say a good half of this match took place outside of the ring, and even when it was inside, things were in full-bore anything goes mode. Tables were broken, chairs were smashed over heads, turnbuckle pads were removed, kendo sticks were produced from somewhere, and while I don't speak Portuguese or Japanese, I'm pretty sure that whatever Leticia was screaming at the top of her lungs violated some kind of broadcast standard somewhere. Referee Nadine Mathis visibly gave up trying to keep any of this under control, and was just content to count the final fall. After all was said and done, The Divine Imperium squeaked one out here, but they clearly underestimated their opponents' capacity for violence, and were on the back foot for a decent portion of the proceedings.

The Nerd's Rating: Violentastic/10

Mieko Suzuyama vs. Gabriela Espinosa

These two are a known quantity at this point, with a number of matches against each other over the last several years. Familiarity can be a double-edged sword for a matchup; while two opponents who know each other well can build up a series of counter-plays that make for exciting matches, a matchup can also just get stale over time because we've seen all this shit before.

Thankfully, this was a different set of circumstances than we've ever seen before for these two women. Since the last time they locked up, Gabriela became Joshi Champion for the first time in her career, and she was as motivated as I've ever seen to hold onto her gold at any cost. Mieko, meanwhile, has been three years away from the title at this point, and it was clear that every day away from the title scene had been eating her up. The match we got from that peculiar alchemy was pure asskickery, only narrowly edged out in my consideration for Match of the Night by the Aftermath Championship match. And sure, Gabriela pulling out all the stops meant a bunch of sketchy rollups, feet on the ropes, all that shit, but when the intensity is this high, and when Mieko absolutely was not having that shit for even a second, and rewarded every shenanigan with pain, I can't be too mad about it (even if the amount of cheating bullshit is a decent part of why I didn't make this my MotN).

When her bag of tricks ran out, though, that's when Gabriela really kicked things into gear and this match got serious. Vicious kicks and chops flew back and forth wtih abandon. Gabriela was jumping off of every surface she could to add momentum to her attacks. Mieko pulled out her old Miracle Third finisher for a near-fall. Both women locked each other in signature holds and I swear I thought it was over a bunch of times. Finishers were countered. By the time Mieko finally managed to nail the Final Hidden Miracle to lift the Joshi Championship for the third time, I was exhausted just from watching.

The Nerd's Rating: Damn near perfect/10

Kazuo Saji vs. Ultimo Cielo

I had really high expectations going into this match. Ultimo Cielo has been steadily growing on me over the last year, producing some really excellent title defenses. Meanwhile, Kazuo Saji has never looked so focused in SWA. Kazuo had an absolutely incredible goddamn World Open this year, putting in tons of match time, giving amazing performances, and of course getting his first ever singles victory over Armel St. Martin. Given Cielo calling that he would be the first SWA Openweight Champion to ever defeat the winner of the World Open way back in February, not to mention putting his mask on the line, there was a real unstoppable force meets immovable object feeling about this matchup that was tantalizing to say the least.

Ultimo Cielo made a promise on that SWA TV back in February, saying that he would come into Aftermath alone, without any backup. What he never promised us, though, was how the shows leading up to this were going to go. In preview tags over the past couple weeks, Murderer's Row made sure to spend as much time as they could isolating Kazuo Saji and working over his leg. I guess Cielo got spooked after seeing Saji completely fucking obliterating people with the Chrome Splitter during the World Open. It barely seemed to matter, though, because Kazuo wasn't interested in trying out the Splitter in this match - he didn't attempt it once. Maybe he was wary of how effective it would be after all the legwork, or maybe he wanted to prove that he didn't need it. Either way, he ended up using just about every other aspect of his game to take the fight to the champion in a match that would've easily been one of my top matches of the night were it not for one teensy problem.

See, at about 23 minutes into the match, Kazuo Saji countered his way out of Ultimo Cielo's Angel Killer spinning tombstone piledriver. That must have panicked Cielo, because that's when everything went to hell. From that point on, a match that had been cleanly fought and really exciting became shenanigan city. Cielo did everything he could to keep referee Toby Russell distracted (not that distracting Toby is hard) so he could go for low blows and dirty pin attempts. When that didn't work, he threw Kazuo straight into Toby so that nobody with authority to stop the match would see him blast Kazuo full on in the jaw with a set of brass knuckles. To Kazuo's credit, he kicked out AGAIN after the brass knuckles shot, and even started to mount a comeback but he was unable to do anything about the second Angel Killer.

A match like this is really fucking frustrating. A complete turd of a match that stinks out the joint is one thing, but a titanic fucking miscarriage of justice like this is an entire other sack of shit. To think Cielo was winning me over with great performances as recently as Crescendo. Fuck this ending and fuck Ultimo Cielo for ruining what could have been one of the greatest matches of the year with his horsefuckery. Was it really worth it, Cielo? Throwing away any credibility you had with the fans just so you could say you're the first champ to turn back the World Open winner at Aftermath?

Fuck.

The Nerd's Rating: FUCK. MY. LIFE/10