#Wrestling From Chicago Gifs

[astralbondpro]

November 3, 1950 -

Gorgeous George has some trouble with Hans Schnabel, as promoter Fred Kohler presents Wrestling From Chicago.

[houseofripley]

Save A Horse Ride A Cowgirl

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, Cunnilingus, Strap-On, Riding, Orgasm Denial, Fingering (for like 2 seconds. don’t blink), Light Degradation, Spanking, Backshots, Lil bit of a mommy kink.

WORD COUNT: 2,736

A/N: -panting and out of breath- honey! it took me 800 hours but your oneshot is finished!

seriously tho sorry for the mid! writers block was beating my ass during this for no reason

Survivor Series, the day the wrestling community waited months for. You were sat at the edge of the bed in your hotel room, staring into the loud TV, waiting for your girlfriend to make her appearance for her match against Zoey Stark. 

You were supposed to be there but of course Rhea’s magment had fucked up their dates, leaving you without a pass to the event.

It killed both of you knowing you wouldn’t be backstage to cheer on Rhea. 

Anytime a pay-per-view even came around you’d clear your entire schedule just to support and help Rhea prepare. She took such good care of you it was the least you could do. Although you couldn’t physically be at the arena you still flew out to Chicago to at least be able to spend a little bit of time with Rhea.

You were pulled away from your train of thought as Rhea’s music soon started blaring through the stadium, “And her opponent, representing The Judgment Day, she is the women's world champion, Rhea Ripley!” The announcer yelled out as Rhea made her entrance, wearing what was possibly the sexiest gear she has ever worn.

“Holy shit-” You mumbled to yourself, leaning forward trying to get a closer look. Rhea looked insane. Her hair was in a faux mohawk, stripes of eyeliner ran over her eyes in a lighting strike pattern, black lipstick was smudged onto her right cheek. 

Rhea’s eyes never broke contact with the camera lens as she made her way down the ramp, she knew you'd be right on the receiving end of her gaze.

Once Rhea made her way into the ring you were able to catch a good glimpse at her gear. She sported a black vest over a black and white plunge top that was split down the middle, her shorts following the same theme while her boots displayed a cow print. But the bread and butter of this outfit was the black assless chaps. 

This outfit had to have been the reason Rhea was so protective over her suitcase these past few days. 

You sat eagerly watching the match, which was short yet action packed. Rhea had thrown Zoey around like she was nothing the entire match, your mind couldn't help but wonder what it’d look like if Rhea had manhandled you in the same way.

Rhea had retained her title with ease, barely breaking a sweat during the length of her match. You were quick to pick up your phone and congratulate her,

Y: YOU DID IT LOVEEEE!!!! and you looked good as hell while doing it….

Rhea replied about ten minutes later with a full body mirror selfie to show off her look, this time with an addition of a black cowboy hat and her hair out of the faux mohawk.

R: thank you baby, my hair wouldn’t fit in my hat so we had to ditch that plan :/ 

Y:  god damn! ditch wrestling and become a cowboy! 

Y: it’s so unfair i don’t get to see you like that rn urghhh

R: i know baby, i promise i’ll make it up to you tonight. look, i gotta go do a few things, i’ll see you in an hour or two okay?

Y: you better…now shoo and don’t keep me waiting for you all night

You huffed as you dropped your phone down onto your lap. The wait for Rhea had officially begun. 

There was one match left before the main war games match. Knowing Rhea would make an appearance in that last match you decided to rile her up a bit beforehand. 

You made your way to your suitcase and began searching for the new lingerie set you had bought just days ago while Rhea was training. You pulled out a bra made of intricate lacing along with the matching crotchless panties and garter belt. 

Once you had slipped into the lace you stationed yourself in front of the mirror. You used your free hand to grope your breast as you snapped a photo and sent it to Rhea.

Y: excited to see mami on my screen.

R: naughty girl…

R: are you really trying to get yourself into trouble right now?

Y: well i just figured since mami sent me such a sexy pic earlier i’d return the favor. i can send another one if you'd like…

You didn’t give Rhea the opportunity to reply before you snapped another picture, this time slightly rotating to your side to catch the curvature of your ass.

Seen at 9:36 pm.

You stared at your phone waiting for her reply but attention was pulled away as you heard The Judgment Day being announced, Rhea was nowhere to be seen as they made their entrance. You pouted as you laid down in the bed, your knees slightly spread as you watched in anticipation for Rhea’s appearance.

After a long match, intense and still no reply Rhea finally arrived at the end of the match, she came barreling down the ramp, this time wearing her cowboy hat with Priest’s MITB briefcase clenched in her hands.

You quickly took the opportunity to send Rhea a picture of your hand resting in between your thighs as she paraded on the screen in front of you. 

Y: just remembered a quote, something about save a horse, ride a cowgirl…

Another waiting game began. As much as you loved seeing Rhea clearly flustered on the screen you couldn’t wait for her to get to the locker room and see the message you left for her.

After a failed cash-in and two surprise returns from Randy Orton and CM Punk the main event finally came to a close, meaning Rhea was finally able to return to her phone. You picked up your phone to view your previous message exchanges with Rhea.

A text bubble appeared, indicating Rhea was on the other side drafting up her response. You chewed down on your cheek eagerly watching your phone. 

The text bubble disappeared.

Seen at 10:24pm.

You whined to yourself, a wetness growing between your legs. You attempted to make multiple calls to Rhea, only for each and every one of them to be ignored. You slumped into the bed, giving up on making contact with the woman.

Just moments later a banner popped up at the top of your phone,

R: face down ass up. you have two minutes.

Rhea had finally given you the attention you were craving. You needed her touch badly, so you gladly obeyed her demands getting into position in the center of the bed. Your face sunk into your pillow while your bare cunt peeked through the gap of your crotchless panties as you took in the sensation of the crisp hotel air that kissed your wetness.

You soon heard the quiet unlatching of the door followed by shuffling fabric. You peeked over to see Rhea, in that damn cowboy hat, discarding her streetwear to reveal the gear you’d been fawning over all night.

Rhea’s gaze was fixed on your arching back as she crept her way towards you. 

“Such a little slut for me,” Rhea husked, her weight sinking onto the bed as you waved your ass in the air. She took a moment to admire the sight of your wet cunt glistening in the dimmed light. 

“Just the thought of Mami has you all worked up.” Rhea relished, her hands skimming over the delicate skin of your ass before dropping a slap down onto you, causing a muffled yelp to leave your mouth.

Rhea moved her pointer finger to your heat and began to trace the skin around your wetness. Her finger took its time inching towards your hole before being pushed into you at a painfully slow pace, making you whine out into your pillow“Mami, please.” 

“What a needy girl.” Rhea taunted, watching you squirm against her finger, “Such a wreck already...” She hummed in response to your whining when she pulled her finger out of you. 

Both Rhea’s hands took ahold of your ass cheeks giving them a squeeze before she brought her face just centimeters from your aching heat. Shivers snuck up your spine as her heavy breaths brushed against your wetness. Her lips wrapped around you, her tongue beginning to draw circles perimitering your clit.

Rhea then pulled back and spat onto your cunt causing a high pitched ‘fuck’ to leave your mouth. She hummed to herself in satisfaction while she took you back into her mouth. Her hands still clenched to your ass as she began devouring you, acting as if she was having her final meal. 

All you could do was cling to the bedsheets and cry out into your pillow as Rhea took as much of you as she could in her mouth, her tongue piercing reaching brand new places. Due to your current position the tip of Rhea’s nose was repeatedly brushing against your entrance, adding fuel to the fire that was burning inside you.

“Gonna cum, Mami!” You pulled your head up from your pillow and moaned out. 

You could feel Rhea scoff against you before prying herself off your cunt, “No you’re not,” She groused, withdrawing all touch from you. “Such a spoiled girl, thinking you get to cum after teasing me when I’m working.”

“Please Mami! I’ll do anything- Just touch me, let me cum.” You pleaded, turning your head to look back at her with scrunched brows.

“You can beg all you want…but we both know that you won't cum until I say so.” Rhea’s tone was smug as she stood up from the bed. “Now…stay there and don’t even think about moving.” She growled on, making her way into the bathroom before closing the door behind her. 

You humphed to yourself, letting your head fall down to your pillow. It took everything in you to restrain your hands from touching yourself, but you knew if Rhea ever caught you pleasuring yourself she would push you to your breaking point. 

Several minutes had passed, your orgasm that was once near had seemingly wandered off. Your eyes were focused on the bathroom door as the knob rotated and Rhea emerged. Her shorts had disappeared and been replaced with a black strap-on…yet her chaps were still on. The sight alone had you arching your back as she lurched towards you.

“Look at you…all ready for Mami’s cock.” She murmured, crawling up behind you. She spat onto the silicon and slowly began jerking herself off, spreading her saliva over the toy before prodding at your slick coated entrance.

“Mami-” You purred out as the tip of Rhea’s toy pressed into your needy hole. Your walls were soon engulfing the entirety of her length. 

You had little to no time to adjust to her girth before she started ripping into you, leaving you at a loss for words. One of her hands was clamped to your hip while the other delivered a sharp slap to your ass before grabbing a fistful of your hair. “This is what you wanted isn’t it-” She groaned out while your cunt pulsed around her toy. “Sending me pictures of you whoring around the room, you were just begging to be ruined.”

The only sounds leaving your mouth were jumbled vowels mixed in with moans, she had you completely unable to form a sentence. You were powerless as Rhea pulled you up by your arms, bringing your back to press against her chest. 

You threw your head back against her shoulder as her hand trailed down to your clit, massaging quick circles against your swollen bud while continuing her merciless strokes.

“Don’t even think about it.” She whispered as you squirmed against her, letting out constant whines. Her free hand reached to wrap around your throat as you began rolling your hips back against Rhea. “Already fucking yourself against Mami’s cock?” She harshly questioned, her fingers adding more pressure against your clit, forcing a scream to come from your mouth.

“Such a slut.” Rhea lowly stated, letting go of the hold she had on you before pushing you back down to the bed. Her thrusts came to a halt as you rocked yourself on her cock. Her hand dropped a bitter spank on your skin, signaling for you to quicken your pace.

Rhea allowed you to fuck yourself on her strap while she caught her breath and admired the view she had of you. But your motions were abruptly cut off by Rhea’s hands firmly gripping your hips. You whimpered as she pulled herself out of you, leaving you empty.

Rhea flipped you onto your back before pulling you to sit upright. “You wanna ride Mami’s cock don’t you,” Her hoarse voice spoke, her hand moving to place her hat onto your head. You nodded, looking up to her with needy eyes while shifting to sit on your knees. “Use your words, princess.” She warned as her fingers gripped your jaw, taking control over you.

“Please, I've been waiting all night, Mami.” You swallowed, your breath shaking in anticipation as your hips wiggled with excitement.

“That’s it, good girl.” She hummed in approval, dropping the grip she had on your jaw. She brought herself to the head of the bed, resting her back on the headboard. You crawled up to her lap and situated your entrance to hover over Rhea’s tip. 

Your hands clutched Rhea’s shoulders as you began sinking yourself onto her length while moaning her name. As your hips started gradually bouncing, Rhea’s hands found themselves resting against your waist.

Meanwhile the pairs of your lips collided into a sloppy kiss. You whined into Rhea’s mouth, the piercing on her tongue brushing against your lip as her hands trailed to cup your breasts. Your eyes were glued shut as swayed yourself up and down Rhea’s length.

The overwhelming sense of pleasure was already washing over you. The combination of Rhea’s lips wandering to your neck, her digits toying with your nipples, and her cock being swallowed by your insides had your stomach contracting. 

Your pace picked up in speed as you tightened yourself around Rhea’s girth. As you focused on the movements in your hips Rhea’s attention was centered around your neck and collarbones, working on scattering reddish-purple marks against your skin. 

“Please-Can’t hold on any longer.” You pleaded with the woman through whimpers, your nails beginning to sink deeper into her shoulders. 

Rhea pulled herself from your neck, her hands moved to force your hips all the way to the base of her length. “Just one more minute, can you do that for me?” She questioned, her hands guiding you to rock back and forth.

“Y-Yes Mami,” You whimpered out at the sensation of your clit rocking against the leather band at the base of Rhea’s strap.

As the end of the excruciating sixty seconds neared your motions got sloppier with each motion. Rhea was sure guests in the other rooms  could hear your moans but you didn’t care, your mind was only focusing on not cumming at the exact moment.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl.” Rhea’s accent was thick as she spoke. “I want you to look at me while you cum all over my cock.” She added on while her fingers softly danced around your jawline.

Your eyes darted open once you heard Rhea finally give you permission to release yourself. Your vision was blurred by tears as you stared into Rhea’s oceanic blues. “Fuck-Oh! Mami!” You had barely managed to choke out, just seconds away from your climax. 

“C’mon,” Was the last thing you hear Rhea egg on before your orgasm flooded over you, leaving you crying out moans. Rhea’s hands moved to stabilize your twitching and shaking lower half. Quiet praises left your girlfriend's mouth as she helped you come down from your high. Your swollen lips placed a gentle peck against Rhea’s cheek as insignificant tears fell from your eyes.

“You okay, Princess? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Rhea’s gaze softened while her hands hurried to cup your face. 

You shook your head, giving her a weak smile, “Mm-mm, just felt really good…” You quietly replied as your arms wrapped behind Rhea’s neck. You gave Rhea a gentle smooch as she carefully pulled you off her length, the once black strap was now covered with scattered strings of whiteness.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up, pretty girl.”

[chloe-skywalker]

Could Be? - Jay Halstead

Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader Severide

Warnings: none

Word count: 766

Summary: Jay’s never met Serveirses sister, maybe its because she travels for work so often. But maybe they hadn’t met yet for a reason. Maybe it hadn’t been the right time till now.

Authors Note: You never see a woman wrestler as a job for the reader and I’m a big fan of AEW so I put some of that in this story.

Masterlist

One Chicago Masterlist

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“Hey Herrmann.” Jay greeted as he approached the firefighter. It was rare when the FD and the PD could get together but this giant cook out for both departments was a great way to get together.

“What's up Halstead?” Herrmann answered with a smile.

Jay was looking around and he had noticed a woman he’s never seen before with Kelly. Who better to ask than Herrmann. “Who’s that over there with Severide?”

“Y/n?” Herrmann furrowed his brows, why’d he want to know that? Then again Jay was a friendly guy and probably hadn’t met her yet. “Severide's sister Y/n. Well half sister but their mom’s let the two grow up seeing each other all the time. Essentially they grew up together. They're close.”

“Thank’s.” Jay nodd’s in gratitude as Herrmann got dragged away by one of his kids.

“Dude this could be a bad idea.” Kevin shook his head already sure of what Jay was thinking. Kevin and Adam had been nearby and heard Jay talking to Herrmann, so once the firefighter left they approached their buddy.

“Could be?” Adam raised a brow in question.

“It’s Severide's sister.” Kevin clarifies as if it should be obvious.

“She could be worth it.” Adam shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip of his beer.

“Who could be worth it?” Hailey questioned as her and Kim walked up to the guys.

“Severide's sister.” Kevin tell’s the women, catching them up.

“You should at least try.” Kim shrugged her shoulders.

“Thank you ladies.” Jay smiled at them before heading over towards Kelly and his apparent sister.

“Hey Jay.” Kelly nodded in greeting.

“Severide. Who’s this?” he asked, smiling.

“Y/n Jay Halstead, Jay Halstead Y/n Severide Y/l/n. My sister.” Kelly introduced his sister to the detective.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/n smiled, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you to. Didn’t know Kelly had a sister.” Jay smiled, shaking her hand.

“I travel a lot for work.” Y/n nodded as she gave her explanation.

“I’m gonna go grab a burger.” Kelly stated leaking the two to get acquainted.

“What do you do for work?” Jay asked, trying to get to know her better.

“Professional Wrestler.” Y/n answered with a smirk.

“Like WWE?” he raised a brow in shock.

Y/n shook her head and scoffed. “No, that's not professional wrestling, that's sports entertainment. The outcome, move’s pulled in the ring and words they say. All scripted… No, I'm with AEW. Real professional wrestling.”

“I’ll have to watch sometime.” Jay smiled at how passionately she talked about her job.

“Maybe you can come and see it in person sometime.” Y/n offered shyly.

“It’s a date.” Jay stated obviously hinting at the fact he was interested in her.

“Well the date would have to be after or before.” Y/n glanced at him.

“Fine by me.” Jay smirked.

Y/n nodded and then looked him up and down and smirked herself. “And let me guess ex-military and now law enforcement.”

“Damn spot on guess.” Jay answered, looking at her impressed and shocked.

“Well it’s not hard to tell your ex-military but it’s easy to see you're not a firefighter. And this is for firefighters and law enforcement plus their families.” Y/n laughed at his facial expression.

“Detective.” Jay told her to stepping closer to her.

“You work under Voight.” Y/n came to the conclusion.

“The one and only. You have a beef with him to?” Jay asked, really hoping she didn’t.

“Not personally. Only backing up Casey. But that’s been settled.” Y/n tells him with a shake of her head in a ‘no’ motion.

Meanwhile some of 51 and Voights team were watching from afar.

“Are you letting Halstead chat up your sister?” Herrmann raised a brow as he questioned the squad leader, confused and slightly concerned. Concerned for Halstead.

“No harm in them just talking.” Kelly shrugged.

“It’s more than that.” Adam laughed

“I noticed. But as long as he doesn’t hurt her I don’t have a problem with it.” Kelly told them taking a sip of his beer.

“You have a problem with anyone else aksing her out on a date.” Cruz looked at him with squinted eye’s judgingly.

“Not me.” Casey smirked, tilting his head, looking all innocent.

“Yeah well you're the exception.” Kelly shrugged and nudged Casey’s shoulder.

“What about Halstead?” Mouch asked.

“We’ll see.” Kelly watched Y/n and Jay closely. He’d be the first one to step in if he didn’t like anything Jay did. Y/n’s his sister, you don’t mess with his sister.

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[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- Snowed In

Day 5

The wind howled like a banshee outside the modest two-story home that Kelly and YN had made their sanctuary. The house was a blend of comfort and chaos, much like the lives they led. Kelly, a firefighter by profession, was accustomed to facing the elements head-on, but even he could not have predicted the storm that had swept through Chicago that day. YN, his partner in both life and work, was a paramedic, trained to navigate crises with a steady hand and a calm demeanor.

The day had started innocently enough. The sun had peeked through the clouds, casting a soft glow over the snow-dusted landscape. They had shared a quiet breakfast, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the scent of pancakes, the kind of morning that felt like a small victory against the chaos of their lives.

But as the day wore on, the weather took a turn for the worse. Dark clouds rolled in, heavy and ominous. The first flakes of snow began to fall, delicate and beautiful, but soon transformed into a relentless barrage, swirling and dancing in the wind.

“Looks like we might be in for a long night” Kelly said, glancing out the window at the rapidly accumulating snow. YN, who had been scrolling through her phone, looked up with a furrowed brow

“We should probably stock up on supplies, just in case. I don't want to be stuck here without anything”

“Good idea” Kelly replied, his mind already racing through the list of essentials. They quickly donned their winter gear and ventured out into the storm, the biting cold hitting them like a slap. Together, they trudged through the snow, their breaths visible in the frigid air, each step a small battle against the elements.

The local grocery store was a hive of activity, with other residents scrambling to gather supplies before the storm trapped them in their homes. Kelly and YN navigated the aisles, filling their cart with non-perishables, frozen meals, and a few treats such as hot cocoa mix, marshmallows, and a couple of bottles of wine. They exchanged amused glances as they watched others frantically toss items into their carts, their faces a mix of anxiety and determination

“Looks like we're not the only ones who underestimated this storm” YN chuckled as they passed a woman wrestling with a giant bag of dog food

“Better safe than sorry” Kelly replied “you never know when you'll need to hunker down”

Once they had gathered their supplies, they returned home, the wind howling even louder now, rattling the windows and shaking the doors. They unloaded the groceries, their movements efficient and practiced. It was during these moments of domesticity that they found solace, a reprieve from the chaos that often defined their professions.

As the evening wore on, the snow continued to fall in thick, heavy sheets, blanketing everything in a soft, white cocoon. They settled in for what they thought would be a cozy night, the flickering glow of the fireplace casting dancing shadows on the walls. Kelly pulled out a deck of cards, and they played a few rounds of their favorite game, but as the clock ticked toward midnight, the atmosphere shifted. The wind howled louder and the snow piled higher against the windows. YN glanced out the front door

“I think we're officially snowed in” she said with a sigh before shutting the door again to keep the warmth in

“Looks that way” Kelly replied. As the night went on Kelly paced the living room, his firefighter instincts kicking in “ I should check the radio, see if there are any updates” as she tuned the radio, static crackled before a voice broke through the noise ‘severe weather warning in effect. Please stay indoors and avoid travel unless absolutely necessary. Emergency services are on standby’

The message was cut off by a burst of static, but the gravity of the situation was clear. Kelly turned to YN, his heart racing

“What if someone needs us? what if there's a fire or an accident?”YN reached for his hand

“We'll be ready. We always are. And if worst comes to worse, we'll figure it out together”

The warmth of her touch calmed him, but a knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach. They were both trained to handle emergencies, but the reality of being snowed in weighed heavily on his mind. The storm had transformed from a mere inconvenience to a looming threat, and with each passing hour, the walls felt as if they were closing in

“Hey” Kelly said softly breaking the silence “do you ever think about what happens when we're not at work?”

“What do you mean?” YN frowned

“I mean... we face emergencies every day. But what about us? what happens when we're not in the line of duty? do we know how to handle that?” YN considered his words

“I think we handle it the same way we handle everything else together”

As the fire crackled and the storm continued Kelly and YN faced the night together.

[rootedinrevisions]

Never Left Me: Prologue

STORY SUMMARY: After eight years of building a new life in Chicago, Lauren Allen is forced to return to her small hometown in Arkansas. It’s a world she thought she’d left behind—the quiet streets, the endless farmland, and the memories of the boy she never quite forgot. Now working as a paralegal and engaged to a successful lawyer, Lauren should be happy. But beneath the polished surface of her life, she feels out of place, trapped in a world that doesn't quite fit. When she unexpectedly crosses paths with Tyler Owens, the boy who broke her heart one summer night, Lauren must confront the emotions she’s buried for nearly a decade. As she’s pulled back into the life she tried to leave behind, Lauren faces a choice: continue the path she’s on, or finally admit what—and who—she truly wants.

CHAPTER/PART SUMMARY: At 18, Lauren believed she was in love for the first time. That August night in Arkansas felt like the beginning of something beautiful as she watched the sunset with Tyler Owens by her side. The warm air was thick with unspoken feelings, and when Tyler leaned in to kiss her, Lauren thought her dreams had finally come true. But in the quiet aftermath of that moment, reality crashed in—what she felt wasn’t what he could say back. What should have been the perfect night turned into the memory that would haunt her for years, pushing her to leave town and never look back.

WARNINGS: Underage Drinking. 18+ Unprotected Sex (implied).

WORD COUNT: 4.4k

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The intense August heat hung in the air like a thick blanket as Lauren sat in the passenger seat of Tyler's old truck. The cracked leather beneath her legs stuck to her skin as the Arkansas sun beat down, but she didn’t mind. She never minded, not when she was with him. 

She could feel the dust from the back roads swirling through the open windows, mixing with the scent of hay and the earthy smell of Tyler’s truck. The radio hummed quietly in the background, some country song she couldn’t quite make out over the sound of the wind rushing past.

Tyler was beside her, one hand resting on the steering wheel, his other arm slung lazily out the window. His fingers tapped along to the beat, completely at ease. He was home, finally, after spending the summer competing in rodeos across the South and Midwest. Lauren had counted down the days until he came back, knowing this might be the last summer they’d have like this. In just a few weeks, she’d be leaving for college. She’d be gone, and Tyler—he would be wherever the rodeos took him next.

"You okay?" Tyler glanced over at her, his green eyes catching hers for a brief moment before returning to the road.

Lauren forced a smile, pushing down the familiar ache in her chest. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About what?" he asked, his voice warm but casual, like everything was always easy between them. Like he didn’t know her heart raced every time she was close to him.

"Just… how hot it is," she lied, turning her gaze out the window. In reality, she wasn’t thinking about the heat at all. She was thinking about him. How much she’d miss him. How much she wanted to say the words she’d kept buried for so long, but couldn’t.

The truck jolted slightly as they turned onto the rutted dirt path that led to Tyler’s family farm. His dad had called him to help with something, and of course, she had tagged along. 

That’s how it always was—Lauren always finding a reason to be with him, always lingering just a little too close. But she never let herself get too close, not the way she really wanted to.

"Doesn't feel like it's gonna cool down anytime soon," Tyler remarked, squinting out into the horizon, the golden fields of late summer stretching endlessly ahead.

Lauren swallowed, feeling the weight of everything unsaid pressing against her. This was their last summer, the last time they’d have this—long afternoons of driving down the back roads, just the two of them. She wasn’t ready to let it go. She wasn’t ready to let him go.

Tyler pulled the truck to a stop near the barn, killing the engine as a cloud of dust settled around them. For a moment, there was silence, just the sound of cicadas buzzing in the distance and the faint echo of wind rustling through the nearby fields.

"Guess I should go help my dad. Tess is inside if you want to go hang out with her.." Tyler said, but he didn’t move right away. Instead, he looked over at her, his eyes lingering a little longer than usual. "You wanna hang out after I’m done?"

Lauren nodded, her throat tightening. "Yeah, of course."

She could feel the weight of the moment between them, heavier than the summer air. Her heart pounded as she stared at him, knowing this was her chance. She could tell him. She could finally say everything she’d been holding back—the way she felt about him, the way she didn’t want to leave without him knowing the truth. But the words stuck in her throat, caught on her fear of ruining everything.

Tyler gave her a crooked smile, the kind that always made her chest ache. He didn’t know. He couldn’t. He was Tyler—carefree, easygoing, always just a little out of reach.

"I’ll be back in a bit," he said, his voice soft.

And then he was gone, slipping out of the truck and walking toward the barn, leaving Lauren alone with her thoughts.

She watched him go, her hands trembling as she gripped the seat beneath her. This was her last summer here. The last time they’d have together before life pulled them in different directions. If she didn’t say something now, she might never get another chance.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped out into the sweltering heat. She walked toward the barn, her heart pounding in her chest, each step feeling heavier than the last. Tyler was up ahead, already inside, talking to his dad.

Lauren hesitated, her feet rooted to the ground as she stood at the barn door, watching him. This was it. She had to do it now, or she’d regret it forever.

"Tyler!" Her voice came out sharper than she intended, and she saw him turn, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"What’s up?" he asked, wiping his hands on his jeans as he walked toward her.

She could feel her heart racing, her pulse pounding in her ears. Everything she wanted to say was stuck in her throat, lodged beneath her fear.

"I—" She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "I just… I wanted to tell you something."

Tyler stopped in front of her, his expression softening, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Yeah? What’s on your mind?"

Lauren’s breath hitched. This was it. All she had to do was say it—I love you. I always have. I don’t want to leave without you knowing.

But she couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come, not with him standing there, so close, so impossibly out of reach.

"It’s nothing," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Never mind."

Tyler’s smile returned, easy and effortless, like it always was. He reached out, ruffling her hair like he always did, a gesture that made her heart both soar and sink at the same time.

"You’re weird today," he teased, giving her a playful shove. "I’ll see you later, okay?"

* * * *

The fading light of the late summer sun cast a warm, golden glow over the endless stretch of Tyler's dad’s fields. The world seemed softer here, quieter. Tyler had parked the truck on a small hill overlooking the rows of corn and soybeans, and now the two of them were sprawled out in the back, leaning against the worn metal of the truck bed as they watched the sky turn shades of pink and orange.

Tyler had thrown a blanket in the back of the truck, one that smelled faintly of hay and dust, and helped Lauren up onto the tailgate. His hand had lingered just a moment too long as he pulled her up, but Lauren didn’t let herself dwell on it. She couldn’t afford to—not tonight. Not when everything felt so fragile, like one wrong move might shatter the perfect balance between them.

He pulled out a mason jar filled with watermelon juice—except it wasn’t just watermelon. Lauren didn’t need to ask to know that. The sharp, almost bitter scent hit her before she even took a sip.

"Where'd you get that?" Lauren asked, trying to sound casual, though her pulse quickened slightly at the idea of what they were about to do. This wasn’t her first sip of alcohol, but it felt like her first real drink—something about doing it with Tyler made it feel different. More significant.

Tyler grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "A buddy of mine. He makes it himself—watermelon moonshine. Thought it’d be a good way to celebrate the end of summer."

Lauren raised an eyebrow. "Celebrate?"

Tyler shrugged, his gaze drifting out toward the horizon. "Yeah. You know, you leaving for college. Me… I dunno, doing more rodeos. Everything changing."

Lauren swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle between them. Everything was changing, and as much as she tried to ignore it, the thought gnawed at her. This might be their last night together like this, and she still hadn’t found the courage to tell him how she felt.

Tyler handed her the jar, his fingers brushing hers in the process. She took it, lifting it to her lips cautiously. As soon as the liquid hit her tongue, the burn followed. It was sharp, fiery, and completely unexpected. She winced, her face scrunching up involuntarily.

Tyler chuckled, his deep, familiar laugh filling the warm evening air. 

"Here." He reached into the cooler at his feet and pulled out a lime, slicing it with a pocket knife before offering her a wedge. "Try this—it’ll cut the burn."

Grateful, Lauren squeezed the lime into the jar and took another sip. This time, the sting was still there, but the citrus helped, mellowing it just enough. After a few more sips, the warmth from the alcohol began to spread through her, relaxing the tension in her shoulders and making the edges of the world seem a little softer.

"You alright?" Tyler asked, his voice low, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah," Lauren replied, feeling the sudden urge to laugh for no reason at all. "It’s not bad. Better than I expected."

"That’s what I thought." Tyler took the jar from her and took a long pull from it himself, as if it was nothing. Like he’d done this a thousand times before. Maybe he had. Lauren wouldn’t be surprised.

They passed the jar back and forth for a while, the easy silence between them broken only by the occasional sound of Tyler humming along to a song playing faintly on the radio. The alcohol made everything feel lighter, more distant, like the weight of the future wasn’t pressing down on her so much anymore.

"So," Tyler said after a while, his voice a little slower, more relaxed. "You excited? For college, I mean."

Lauren hesitated, staring out at the setting sun, its colors painting the sky in a vibrant display. She hadn’t really thought about it—about how she felt. Excited? Nervous? Scared? None of those words seemed to fit.

"I guess," she said finally, her voice soft. "It’s just… it’s a lot, you know? Leaving home. Leaving this."

Tyler was quiet for a moment, and when she glanced over at him, he was watching her, his expression unreadable.

"You’re gonna be alright," he said, his voice low and steady. "You’re tougher than you think, Lauren."

Lauren’s heart ached at the way he said her name, so casually, like he didn’t know the power it held over her. She wanted to believe him—to believe that everything would be okay once she left, that she wouldn’t miss him like this. But deep down, she knew better.

Tyler leaned back, resting his head against the side of the truck, his eyes on the darkening sky. Lauren mirrored him, settling into the warmth of the blanket beneath them. The moon was starting to rise, casting a soft glow over the fields, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, drinking the last of the watermelon moonshine and watching the stars appear one by one. The air between them felt charged, like something unspoken was lingering there, waiting to be said. But neither of them said anything.

When Tyler finally spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper. "You ever wonder what it’d be like if things were different?"

Lauren blinked, her breath catching in her throat. "What do you mean?"

Tyler shifted beside her, turning to face her more fully. "I don't know. Just like what might happen if you weren't leaving in a couple weeks."

Lauren looked down at her hands and shrugged. She hadn't really thought much about it. College had always been in her plans. There was only one thing that could get her to change her mind about going to Chicago. Only one person that could get her to change her mind about going to Chicago.

His eyes, deep and unreadable in the moonlight, seemed to search hers for something—something that Lauren wasn’t sure she could give, or maybe something she’d been wanting to offer all along.

"If you weren’t leaving," he said slowly, "I’d probably have asked you out by now. Maybe take you on a date or two. Hell, I might even ask if you wanted to come on the road with me next time I hit the rodeos."

Lauren’s heart fluttered, and she wasn’t sure if it was the moonshine, the heat of the night, or the way Tyler was looking at her now. Had he really just said that? The Tyler she’d known for years, who’d only ever been her friend—was he saying he wanted her?

"I’d like that," Lauren whispered, her voice barely audible.

Tyler gave her a crooked smile, one that made her insides twist in a way that only he could. "Yeah? You think you could handle the road, running around with a bunch of cowboys?"

Lauren let out a soft laugh, but it died quickly on her lips as Tyler reached out, his hand brushing her cheek. The touch was so gentle, so unexpected, that she froze for a moment, feeling her heart race as he leaned in closer.

Before she could think too much, his lips were on hers—tentative at first, like he was testing the waters, but then bolder as she kissed him back. The warmth of his breath, the soft press of his mouth against hers—it was everything she’d imagined and more. Her body seemed to move on instinct, and before she knew it, she was pulling herself closer, her hands finding their way into his hair, knocking his hat off in the process.

Tyler groaned softly, pulling her onto his lap, his arms wrapping around her as the kiss deepened. Lauren could feel his hands sliding over her waist, up her back, and suddenly everything felt electric—like a spark had been lit between them, one that neither of them could control.

Her heart raced as his hands began to explore her body, sliding beneath her shirt, his touch sending shivers through her. She felt the roughness of his fingers against her skin, and the thrill of it made her breath catch. 

She wanted him—had wanted him for as long as she could remember—and now, here he was, holding her, touching her in ways that made her feel alive in a way she’d never felt before.

They lost themselves in each other, the summer night fading away as the heat between them grew. The truck bed seemed to disappear beneath them, the world narrowing down to just Tyler—his lips, his hands, the feel of him beneath her.

It wasn’t until later, when they were tangled together, the cool air of the evening brushing over their heated skin, that Lauren felt the weight of what had just happened settle over her. 

She had given Tyler more than just her heart tonight. She had given him all of her, in a way she hadn’t with anyone else before. She had let him in, completely. As she lay there, her head resting on his chest, she felt a strange mix of emotions swirl inside her—joy, nerves, and something else. Something that had been building inside her for years.

"Tyler," she whispered, her voice shaky. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the rush of what had just happened, but she couldn’t keep it in any longer. "I... I think I'm in love with you. I think I have been for a while now."

The words hung in the air, suspended between them like a fragile thread. Tyler was quiet. Too quiet.

Lauren’s heart pounded as she waited for him to say something—anything—but all he did was let out a soft sigh. His hand, which had been tracing lazy circles on her back, stilled for a moment.

"Lauren..." he started, his voice hesitant, like he was choosing his words carefully. "You’ve had a few drinks... maybe you’re just feeling—"

"I mean it," Lauren interrupted, sitting up slightly so she could look him in the eye. Her face was flushed, but not just from the alcohol. She could feel the vulnerability in her words, the way her heart was exposed, raw and open.

Tyler’s expression softened, but there was something behind his eyes—something Lauren didn’t want to see. "I don’t want you to regret saying something you don’t mean because of a little moonshine."

The unspoken truth in his words hit Lauren like a punch to the gut. He didn’t feel the same. He couldn’t. If he had, he would have said it back. But he didn’t. He wasn’t in love with her, at least not in the way she was with him.

The hurt settled in, sharp and painful, though she tried to push it down. She’d given him everything, and it still wasn’t enough.

Tyler pulled her close again, kissing her forehead softly, like he was trying to comfort her without acknowledging the ache that was building inside her. "I care about you, Laur. You know that, right?"

But the words felt hollow now, the tenderness in his touch tainted by the rejection she could feel seeping into her bones. He didn’t love her. Not like that.

And that was when she knew—things between them had changed. This night, which had started with so much promise, was the beginning of the end. The realization settled in her chest like a weight she couldn’t shake.

They lay in silence after that, the once-comfortable quiet now filled with unspoken hurt. She couldn’t look at him anymore, her heart too fragile to handle the truth that had been exposed. He had her—heart, body, and soul—but he couldn’t say the words she longed to hear.

The warmth of Tyler’s arms no longer felt comforting. The closeness they had shared just moments ago now felt distant, a barrier between them that she hadn’t expected. Lauren sat up, her movements slow, her heart heavy as the realization of what had just happened fully settled in.

She wordlessly pulled her shirt back over her head, her hands trembling slightly as she fastened her jeans. Tyler sat up behind her, watching her in silence, his brow furrowed, unsure of what to say. The weight of the moment hung between them, thick and oppressive.

"Lauren," he finally said, his voice soft, almost pleading. "Let’s... talk about this. I didn’t mean to—"

"Can you take me home?" she interrupted, her voice small, barely above a whisper.

Tyler flinched, her request cutting through whatever he was about to say. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, frustrated and guilt-ridden. "Lauren, I didn’t—"

"Please," she said, her eyes fixed on the tailgate of the truck, refusing to meet his gaze. "Just take me home."

Tyler stared at her for a long moment, his chest tight with the weight of what he’d done—or what he hadn’t said. He had wanted to say the right thing, but somehow it had all gone wrong. But now, Lauren was pulling away, both physically and emotionally, and he felt the distance growing by the second.

With a reluctant nod, he slid off the tailgate and reached to help her down, his hands hovering near her but never quite touching her. They climbed into the truck, the silence between them unbearable, the easy laughter and warmth of the evening now a distant memory.

As they drove down the familiar dirt roads, the rumble of the truck’s engine was the only sound. Lauren stared out the window, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, but her expression was unreadable. Tyler glanced over at her several times, his heart aching with the knowledge that he had hurt her in a way he couldn’t take back.

"Lauren..." he tried again, his voice breaking the silence.

But she didn’t respond. She kept her eyes trained on the passing fields, the stars above shimmering like distant pinpricks of light. He could see her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, a telltale sign of her discomfort, but she remained silent.

By the time they pulled up in front of her parents’ house, the tension was suffocating. Tyler shifted the truck into park, turning to her, desperate to say something—anything—that would fix what had just happened.

"Look, I didn’t mean to—" he started, but before he could finish, Lauren opened the door and climbed out.

"Thanks for the ride," she muttered, not even looking back at him as she shut the door and walked toward the house.

Tyler watched her go, his heart sinking lower with every step she took. She didn’t glance back—not once. Her figure, small and vulnerable under the porch light, disappeared inside, the door closing softly behind her.

The door clicked shut behind her, the soft sound of it echoing in the quiet house. Lauren stood there, frozen for a moment, her hand still resting on the cool metal of the doorknob. The weight of everything that had just happened pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe.

She leaned back against the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She had held it together for the entire ride home, staring out the window, biting down the overwhelming urge to cry. But now, alone in the darkness of her parents’ home, there was no need to hold back anymore.

The tears came, spilling over without warning. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to break free, but it was no use. The dam had broken, and everything she had been trying to suppress—her heartache, her humiliation, the bitter sting of rejection—flooded out in waves.

How could she have been so stupid? How could she have thought... hoped... that tonight would be different? That Tyler would somehow see her the way she had seen him for all these years?

Her shoulders shook with the force of her sobs as she slid down the door, sinking to the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest. She hugged them tightly, rocking slightly, trying to soothe the ache in her chest. But it was no use. The pain was too sharp, too raw.

She had told him. She had told Tyler Owens that she loved him.

Lauren’s breath hitched as she replayed the moment over in her mind, cringing at the memory. The words had tumbled out of her, reckless and unguarded, in the haze of moonshine and the rush of their closeness. She had said it, believing—no, wanting—to believe that he felt the same.

But he hadn’t said it back.

Her heart twisted painfully as she remembered the way he had brushed off her confession, chalking it up to the alcohol, to the moment. He hadn’t believed her. Or worse—he hadn’t wanted to believe her.

She wiped at her cheeks, though more tears kept coming. It wasn’t just the words she regretted. It was everything that had happened after. She had given herself to him. Completely. She had shared a piece of herself that she had never shared with anyone else, and now it felt like she had lost it forever.

A sob caught in her throat as she thought about how naïve she had been, thinking that somehow, in some way, tonight might change things between them. That maybe, just maybe, he might see her as more than just the girl who had always been around. More than just his sister’s friend or the girl whose family he helped out on the farm.

But now she knew better.

Her chest tightened with a fierce, protective resolve, and she swiped at her tears with more determination. She couldn’t stay here anymore. She couldn’t keep pretending that things would somehow work out—that she could just go back to being friends with Tyler, back to the way things used to be. The truth was out now. She had bared her heart to him, and he hadn’t even tried to catch it.

Lauren stared blankly at the darkened living room, her mind racing. She wasn’t going to stick around to feel this way anymore. She wasn’t going to give Tyler—or this town—the power to hurt her again.

In a few weeks, she’d be leaving for college. Chicago. A whole new life away from this place that had been her whole world for so long. And now, more than ever, she knew she couldn’t come back.

She wiped the last of her tears, her breath still shaky, but the sobs had started to slow. She made a silent vow right there, sitting on the floor of her childhood home: she was leaving, and she wasn’t coming back. Not for the summers. Not for holidays. Not for anything.

Maybe in time, the memory of tonight would fade, along with the ache of Tyler’s rejection. Maybe she could start fresh, far away from the farm, the fields, and the roads that all reminded her of him. Of them.

Lauren stood slowly, her legs weak beneath her as she steadied herself against the door. She didn’t glance outside. She couldn’t bear to think about Tyler still sitting out there in his truck, waiting, watching, maybe even regretting what had happened. It didn’t matter anymore. Whatever was between them was over before it had even begun.

With a heavy sigh, Lauren turned away from the door and made her way upstairs, her decision made. Arkansas had been her home for eighteen years, but now, it was just a place she had to leave behind.

And she was never coming back.

Meanwhile outside Tyler sat there, staring at the house, the familiar front door that he’d walked through so many times in the past. He thought about going up there, knocking, and trying to explain himself—to make her understand that he hadn’t meant to hurt her. But what would he say? How could he explain away the fact that he hadn’t said the one thing she had wanted to hear?

A sigh escaped him as he slumped back against the seat, his hand gripping the steering wheel. He felt like a coward for not going after her, but he knew facing her father at this hour, after dropping her off so late, wasn’t an option. Not without making everything worse.

He pulled out his phone, staring at her name in his contacts, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. Finally, he typed a short message:

I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.

He hit send, the words feeling woefully inadequate. Tossing his phone onto the passenger seat, Tyler stared at the house a moment longer, hoping for some kind of sign that everything would be okay. But the front door remained closed, the house dark and silent.

With a heavy heart, Tyler sighed, shifted the truck into reverse, and backed out of the driveway. He could still feel the weight of the unspoken words between them, like a gaping wound that neither of them knew how to heal.

As he drove away, the only thing he could think about was how, in one night, everything had changed between them—and how he might have just lost her forever.

[solefae]

THE NEW DIVA. jimmy uso

SUMMARY ── jimmy can’t keep his eyes off the new diva

It was 2014 and Monday Night RAW was electric as always in the Allstate Arena near Chicago. Backstage, Zahra was buzzing with nerves in her debut match against AJ Lee later on. As the newest signee to WWE's roster of Divas, she was determined to show all the haters doubting the biracial beauty.

Of course, having the entire locker room behind her certainly helped calm the jitters. Well, almost the entire room - as Zahra stretched in the corner warming up, she couldn't help notice a certain blue chipper Samoan's lingering gaze from across the way.

Jimmy Uso had been in the company for a couple years now tearing it up alongside his brother Jey, and Zahra had admired him from afar since her FCW days. But this was the first time they were really interacting beyond friendly hellos in passing.

Her heart fluttered when he finally sauntered over, checking out her toned physique on display in her tiny wrestling gear unabashedly. "Aye girl you look ready to kill it out there. Mind if I spot ya?" Jimmy offered in that addictive baritone, already leading her over to the weights.

"Appreciate it, could always use an extra set of eyes. Especially from a pro like you," Zahra replied coyly, laying back on the bench to start pumping out reps under his watchful gaze. His large hands guided the bar smoothly, lingering a few extra beats each time she brought it down to brush her ample chest teasingly.

"Damn you strong too, know you gon hold that gold belt one day for sure ma. And definitely got them looks to match, bet all the fellas tryna holla," Jimmy flirted smoothly in return, leaning down to murmur the compliment lowly in her ear. Zahra shivered despite the sweltering heat coursing through her veins, equal parts nerves and want now.

"Maybe. But only got eyes for one man out here if he's interested too," she shot back playfully once he helped sit her up, unable to resist brushing her fingers along his bulging arm tantalizingly. The look Jimmy gave her in return had Zahra practically melting like putty in his strong hands already.

"Guess we'll have to continue this conversation after your match shawty. Break a leg out there - I'll be watchin extra close," he promised darkly, punctuating the offer with a lingering kiss to the back of her hand that had her head spinning the rest of prep. This match was about to be way more fun than anticipated now.

Sure enough, Zahra felt Jimmy's intense gaze burning into her the entire time in the ring against AJ. She flew around that canvas like the veteran she was training to be, putting on a clinic and thrillng the packed stadium. When she locked AJ into thesubmission for the clean pin, the roar was deafening as confetti rained down celebrating the new princess of WWE officially.

After a crushing hug from all her girls backstage in congratulations, Zahra began searching the crowded hallway eagerly for Jimmy, needing that follow up chat more than ever buzzing off her high. Spotting his towering frame leaned casually outside the showers, she sauntered over confidently, heart bursting.

"So you liked what you saw out there big boy?" Zahra purred brazenly, fisting her tiny hands in his open shirt to drag him into the empty locker room teasingly. Jimmy couldn't resist cupping her supple cheeks, eyes already lidded and dark like a starving man shown an endless buffet.

"Goddamn ma you know you take my breath away. Can't stop thinkin bout gettin my hands all over that sexy lil body," he groaned hungrily, backing her into the locker to hike her leg high around his muscular hips. Zahra whimpered helplessly feeling his thick manhood straining against her throbbing core through their thin barriers, lips locking desperately.

"Then take me already daddy, been wanting you forever," she urged breathlessly, tugging his jersey over his head eagerly. Their clothing disappeared in a flurry, lips and tongues mapping out every new inch of glistening skin fervently. Jimmy lifted her with ease, sinking home between her folds in one smooth glide that had them both crying out at the sensation.

"You feel so damn good n tight on this dick, fuck!" he grunted already, setting a blissful punishing pace in and out of her quivering heat. Zahra could only sob and beg shamelessly for more, hands clawing down his sculpted back as her first orgasm approached fast and mercilessly under his skilled ministrations.

Jimmy was determined to test her stamina after that electrifying showing, pounding into her greedy pussy relentlessly against the metallic lockers. Zahra came again and again, gushing around his thick member each time with increasing intensity until Jimmy finally spilled deep inside her with an animalistic growl of completion.

Collapsing in a sweaty euphoric tangle afterwards, neither could find it in themselves to regret giving into temptation so thoroughly. "Damn ma was worth the wait," Jimmy eventually mumbled against her hair softly, pressing sweet kisses along her heaving collarbones adoringly.

Zahra only smiled dreamily, tracing the lines of his handsome face tenderly as her heart swelled bursting with joy and belonging. "This is just the beginning for us. Who knows what we'll accomplish together," she whispered back confidently, knowing in her soul their story had only just begun unfolding...

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Steph Curry solidifying Team USA's 🏅 medal status at the 2024 Olympics in Paris while his teammates marvel

Men's Basketball Gold Medal game - USA vs France

August 10, 2024

Personal waffling behind the cut

So, once upon a time, my Ma was a fanatic. My alleged origin story is that while heavily pregnant with me, she was at a pro wrestling event with her big brother in the front row, and she stood up and started jaw jacking at Bruiser freaking Brody. And this was back in the day there were NO GUARDRAILS JUST A ROPE separating talent from fans!

She also apparently was super into basketball, which should not surprise me because in 3rd grade i was obsessed with the Chicago Bulls; I could have given you the jersey number and average points shots, rebounds made and assists per game of every player on the roster. Horace Grant was my dude.

My Ma has been Olympics obsessed this year, but through that, I was reminded of her ability to be fanatical. During the Men's Basketball Gold Medal game, I was in the room. And lo and behold, this woman was SCREAMING at the TV, YESSSSSing when USA scored, berating players, literally WOO HOOing ... like, it was truly incredible to behold.

And I was like ... who are you? And she was like...don't you remember? Meaning her watching games and getting SO INTO THEM that she had to STOP cuz she was too emotional. And I have Swiss cheese for a brain so I was like no but ... it makes all the sense. I know what she is like in life and it's always full throttle. But her having removed herself from the game, I haven't gotten to see that side of her in many years.

She really likes Steph Curry and I bet she'd start watching games to follow him wherever he plays. She had all the praise for him, as did my dad who had to watch games by default cuz they share a room lol. My dad telling me during the gold medal game, "That little guy? He's REAL good!" Was absolute chef's kiss. I don't know Steph Curry outside of the fact he has a SITCOM with Max from Happy Endings coming out soon, but my brother who knows more about ball than me assured me, yes, "the little guy is very good."

All this to say, please don't ever forget who you are and what brings you joy. I mean, if you're like us and gonna give yourself a literal heart attack cuz you don't know how to scale the emotes back? Maybe add meditation into the mix so you don't hurt yourself physically.

But just...try not to let time, expectations or life steal your joy. Indulge as often as you can because if something lights you up, it's good for you and you deserve that slice of happy. And don't ever be ashamed of being who you are, loving what you love, and being as loudly over passionate as you can!

You're never too anything to be a fan and be loud about it.

[doleckis]

BIRTHNAME: Skylar Dolecki NICKNAMES: Skye, Scoobs, Blue, Bluberry DATE OF BIRTH | AGE: October 2nd, 1999 | Twenty-four years old [ 24 ] GENDER | PRONOUNS: Female | she / her BIRTH PLACE | HOMETOWN: Chicago, Illinois - United States of America CURRENT RESIDENCE | LIVING CONDITIONS: Chicago, Illinois | Two bedroom apartment that she shares with a roommate. CURRENT CAREER: Professional Wrestler currently contracted with All Elite Wrestling. HEIGHT | WEIGHT: Five feet and two inches tall, [5'2"] | One hundred and ten pounds, [110 lbs]. EYE COLOR | HAIR COLOR: Her eyes are a deep chocolate brown. | Though her hair is more of a darker brown, Skylar often adds a variety of softer brown highlights, especially during the summer months. Here lately, she's been experimenting with various blue streaks and extensions to add a pop of color that matches her gear. TATTOOS: Eight, currently. The number '21' on the outside of her right wrist, a floral crescent moon on the inside of her right forearm, two initials on each thumb, cursive bite me above her right butt cheek, one day at a time wording in cursive on her forearm, a serpent splitting mask on her right upper arm, and a floral bouquet on her outer left thigh. PIERCINGS | RETIRED PIERCINGS: Right nostril piercing, double right ear piercings, and triple left ear piercings ( including a stud in her upper left cartilage ), and a navel piercing that is often adorned with a simple stud. ORIENTATION: Heterosexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single, recovering from a recent breakup. DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes. | No. | No. HOBBIES: Sewing and knitting. PERSONALITY: Growing up, Skylar suffered from severe anxiety and panic attacks, mostly triggered by claustrophobia. An introvert by nature, the Chicago native is learning how to enjoy the career of her dreams which just so happens to place her in front of thousands of people on any given night. A career she loves with every ounce of her being, that is truly worth the extra effort it takes for her to step out of her comfort zone. Interviews aren't her strong point but she knows that it's part of her job, and while she'd rather let her in ring work do all of the talking for her -- Skylar is quickly becoming more comfortable expressing herself verbally. CHARACTER NOTES & CHANGES: Skylar went through a break up with Dante Martin in early 2023. I will be acknowledging this relationship and it's ending. If the group does get a Dante Martin that does not wish to have Skylar as an ex, this can be completely erased. Her current relationship with Kyle Fletcher is to be determined at the time of this update. More to come soon ! all plots are open. feel free to dm me if you're interested in plotting anything. i don't mind coming up with the plots as long as I know you're interested! if you're too shy to dm me first, then leave an emoji in the replies and I'll come invade your dms!💙

[astralbondpro]

August 26, 1955 -

Penny Banner and June Beyer battle it out as Fred Kohler presents Wrestling From Chicago. The footage comes from the amazing Chicago Film Archive.

[smolwritingchick]

Forced To Believe Chapter 62- Wrestling's Fun

Chapter Summary: Melanie continues to live tweet when watching The Shield defend her honor. Melanie comes across Jon's DVD

Words: 6,000+

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"Surprise!" Danielle (Summer Rae) grinned, standing in the doorway with Saraya.

"Hey! What are you guys doing here?" Melanie smiled and embraced them before letting them in.

"We were just in the neighborhood and wanted to check up on you before we go to the WWE Live event."

"Aw, thanks, guys. You do not know how badly I want to get back in the ring." she sighed.

"You'll be back soon enough! So, we heard you got a tattoo. Wanna show us?" Saraya asked.

"Oh yeah, I went with Phil, in Chicago." Melanie lifted her sleeve and showed them her wrist tattoo and then her back.

"Nice!"

"On the wrist and back? I like it!" Danielle grinned.

"Hey, you remember that Shield promo we did back in NXT?" Saraya wondered out of the blue.

"I remember," Danielle replied.

"Why don't we remake it and have Melanie join in, for fun?"

"Now that sounds cool."

"Count me in!" Melanie grinned.

This wasn't the first time she did some funny videos

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Morgan was backstage with Emma, taking an Instagram video. Emma was wearing a black wig and began mocking Paige's roar.

"And she's always like think again." Emma went on while grabbing her Diva's Championship.

"Hey." Paige walked over and greeted them while Emma swiftly put her title down. "What are you doing?"

"Morgan did it!" Emma pointed.

"Hey! I didn't do anything!" Morgan put her hands up in defense.

"Why you touching that?" Paige asked.

"Hey, Paige." Emma greeted nervously.

She took off her wig and walked away before throwing it in her face.

"Ooh!" Morgan laughed while Paige ran after her. "I'll keep your title warm!" She took it and put it around her shoulder.

"Oh no you don't!" Paige started running after her instead, making Morgan sprint away.

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She also remembered when she was in a rental car with Saraya and Danielle. When she was around them, she could really let loose and headbang a lot when she listened to rock music. Just like when they listened to Where The Sun Never Sleeps and sang along.

The three divas got into character while Leah waited to shoot the video. They stood in front of a black background and went over what they wanted to say while Leah put on The Shield's theme song.

Summer had her hands behind her back, wearing a shredded crop top and pants that were shredded in the front. Paige wore a black dress with her leather jacket, while Melanie wore her Shield attire and hoodie.

"The Shield..." Summer began the promo in character.

"What injustice are you saving us from, exactly? I mean, the jobs only half done." Paige spoke with annoyance in her voice.

"What about the women? Please, the divas division needs the most saving, out of all of it."

"And here we have Rosa disrespecting us and calling herself a top diva. Injustice." Morgan called out. "We need to because it looks like all that hard work is going down the drain. Why? Because I'm starting to see the same crap over and over again. We need more excitement during diva matches. We need better finishes than roll up pins during diva matches."

"And I guess...that's where we step in..." Paige darkly said, glancing at them.

"Once I get healed up, we're taking over Rosa's little fantasy land and proving that we are not here for one minute matches," Morgan announced.

"I mean; someone needs to shut her up." Summer flipped her hair.

"And what better way to do it with the three of us, taking her down together," Paige added.

"So don't send a man..."

"To do a women's job..." she bluntly said as she cocked her head to the side with attitude.

Morgan smirked. "Believe that. And believe in­—"

"Believe in PMS!" Summer grinned and put her fist out, making Morgan and Paige glance at each other.

"What?" Paige mouthed while the Outspoken Diva shrugged.

"Right...PMS."

She put her fist out with Paige.

After the video, they start laughing. "PMS?" Leah asked, amused.

"That sounded so wrong." Saraya giggled.

"What? P is for Paige. M is for Morgan. S is for Summer." Danielle explained but then realization hit her. "Oh~! PMS! Oh wow, that does sound wrong."

The video goes straight to the WWE's YouTube page and even on Twitter and Instagram, causing a lot of discussion on the video and a lot was positive reactions.

Rosa tweets 'Sorry but no one is going to leave Rosa Land. You three are a joke!'

Colby tweets 'Uh oh, looks like The Shield and the divas need to watch out. Wow, that's how you feel WWEMorgan101? Haha.'

Melanie replies in a playful manner, 'WWERollins oh yeah, forgot to mention I quit The Shield. This team is better. #NothingPersonal'

Colby replies 'WWEMorgan101 aw man! We were doing so good together! WWERomanReigns we lost our girl!'

Melanie replies back 'WWERollins I know right! Don't worry, you'll always have a special place in my heart. Don't tell Dean!'

Joe replies to Melanie 'WWEMorgan101 WWERollins Oh I see how it is. And what about me? Don't forget the good times we had!'

Melanie replies to Joe 'WWERomanReigns Aw, I could never forget. Don't worry, you'll always be my teddy bear.'

Joe replies back 'That makes me feel a little better. WWEMorgan101. But thanks for kicking us to the curb with your little girl group'

Melanie replies back again 'Haha! No problem! WWERomanReigns #BelieveInPMS'

Saraya replies to Joe 'Little girls huh? WWERomanReigns.'

Joe replies 'Forget I said that. I don't want any trouble RealPaigeWWE'

Saraya replies back to him 'That's what I thought. WWERomanReigns'

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RAW opened up and revealed The Shield in the ring.

"We are live everybody, with Monday night Raw. And the Hounds of Justice in the ring." Cole said. "And Evolution's beat down of The Shield continued into Smackdown on Friday Night. The Shield incredibly upset with what happened last week."

Dean started breathing heavily on the mic, obviously still irate at the Evolution situation. "Last week you saw something you don't see very often and you're not likely to see it again very often in the future. You saw the members of The Shield, laid out. Flat on our backs. Yeah, we got the crap kicked out of us." he said with a grin. "But it's cool. It's all right, we might go down but we don't stay down. And if you're keeping score at home, you'll find that we're up much more than we're down. Tonight, we're standin' tall in this ring, and make no mistake about it...let make myself, very clear right now, we want Evolution!"

The crowd cheers while Dean gives Seth the mic.

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear, we are not running from Evolution, we are running to Evolution!" Seth declared. "And if they've got any guts, if they're half the men, they think they are, they'll accept our challenge for a rematch and we will run through Evolution!"

The crowd starts chanting for Morgan, making The Shield pause.

Melanie tweets 'I didn't think you guys missed me that much! I feel loved. #IWillBeBack'

"Unfortunately Morgan isn't here tonight...but tonight we're going to keep our promise and take down Evolution and Rosa," Seth growled, still having flashbacks of the incident. "Morgan...never again will we let that happen to you. Never again will we let them put their hands on you, like that! They are going to pay, I guarantee it."

Melanie tweets 'Thank you. I believe you WWERollins.'

"And let this be a message for everyone else in the back..." Dean added on the mic. "If you ever even think about putting your hands on her, I promise you we are going to pulverize you. And you are going to regret the day you stepped foot into this company. You know what I hate? When people think they can get away with putting their hands on my woman. Do they think that's funny? Does Evolution and Rosa think that's funny!?" He shouted and started pacing around again before Seth calmed him down.

Melanie tweets 'I'm a passionate subject tonight, huh? Thanks for having my back guys.'

Meanwhile, Roman began pacing around, trying to keep his emotions together.

"When Evolution and Rosa show up here tonight...we're gonna hunt em down...not just for us, but for Morgan's sake. You know what? They're good. Rosa has improved. She's good. And Evolution is good. Let's not take that away from Evolution. These are former world champions, these are men, who main evented WrestleMania. Evolution is good, yeah we get it, you're good. You were really good." Rollins remarked. "Because you're not the Evolution that you once were because you can't evolve into what it takes to beat The Shield."

Roman put his hands on the back of his head and continued pacing.

"Is Roman okay?" Jane asked as she watched the show. "I hope he's not too upset about you not being here."

"This makes me so sad." Leah sniffed and wiped her tears.

"Whoa, are you crying!?" Melanie looked at her in surprise.

"No..." She mumbled. "I got something in my eye."

"Jeez. Everything will be okay."

Watching wrestling on TV showed how much Melanie missed being in the ring. The date she was set to return needed to hurry up and be here already.

Seth turns his attention to Roman.

"You all right big man?" He asked while Roman stepped up to him, shaking his head. "I see you pacing back there, you got something to say?"

Roman nods and receives the mic. The crowd cheers loudly while Roman looks at the camera, with a stern look.

"We can go, you victimized my brothers...Or we can go, you ambushed me, you bloodied me, you RKOed me, you pedigreed me, and Triple Powerbombed me...But most of all, you victimized my sister..." Roman growled and gripped the mic tighter. "You beat a helpless, defenseless woman. Her neck was already bothering her but you decided to give her a piledriver, putting her out of action...I never want to see her cry like that again. I never want to see her in that pain, ever again. I never want her to yell and scream out in agony like that, ever again. The only scream and yell I want to hear is when she's in Harley mode and gets ready to beat all your asses."

His statement received loud cheers from the crowd and smirks from Ambrose and Rollins.

"But after all you did, all of that made me realize...is that all you got? Morgan doesn't stay down, she gets back up and fights back. You're going to have to do a lot more than a piledriver to keep her down. If that is all you got, you got a serious problem. And we're gonna teach you that our brand of justice, we can serve it cold. We can serve it...so slow. We're gonna teach you to believe in the concept of Payback. We're gonna teach you to believe in The Shield. And me personally, I'm gonna have you believe...in me!" Roman dropped the mic.

The titantron shows a limo arriving in the parking lot. The door opens to reveal Evolution and Rosa getting out of the limo. Dean points to them and The Shield run backstage.

"Uh oh. Uh oh!" Cole said with anticipation.

Melanie tweets 'Kick...their...asses.'

Triple H looks at a contract while Orton and Batista stand beside him. Rosa was in a black and white dress, matching Batista's suit. The four of them start walking but then hear Seth yell. He jumps on Triple H while Roman goes after Orton, and Dean goes after Batista.

"Oh!" King and Cole shouted as Rosa screamed and managed to run away from the scene.

"It is on!" Cole shouted while The Shield continued to beat down Evolution.

Refs and security had to restrain them.

"Get off of me!" Seth shouted. "Come on, huh?! Come on, huh!?"

"Keep them back!" A ref shouted while the camera showed Triple H beaten down, earning cheers from the crowd.

Melanie tweets 'So close! #RosaCanRunButSheCantHide'

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Rosa struts out in her wrestling attire as the crowd boos.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Rosa Mendes!" Justin announced.

"Would you look at Rosa? She looks stunning tonight!" King said as she got in the ring.

"Welcome to Rosa land!" She announced on the mic, earning more boos. "I am going to stay in this ring while you worship me! I deserve a little more respect from you people and I'm not leaving until I get my respect!"

Melanie tweets 'If you want respect #EarnTheRespect LaRosaMendes'

All of a sudden, Paige comes out to a big pop. She gets in the ring and faces off with her.

"Aw, look who it is. It's Paige. What are you doing out here? Oh, are you mad because your little girlfriend is out of action? Aw, poor darling. If you're not giving me a title shot, get the hell out of my ring before I throw you out." She shoved her, earning 'Oohs' from the crowd.

Melanie tweets 'The audacity of some people...'

"I'm out here, actually to shut you up," Paige replied. "So, if you want me to leave this ring, why don't you make me?"

"With pleasure." Rosa hits her with the mic and starts beating her down.

"Oh come on!" Cole shouted until Morgan's theme came on, earning loud cheers from the crowd. "Is she back!?"

Rosa gets away from Paige and looks at the stage with shock. But then Layla walks out wearing a black wig and Morgan's attire, earning loud boos. Rosa laughs and continues to beat down Paige.

"Is that is that Layla?" Cole asked.

"It is!" JBL said.

Melanie tweets 'Hardy har har...'

Rosa roughly grabs Paige by the hair.

"You wanna give me a title shot now!? Huh!?" She pushed her back down. "Ring the bell and make it a title match, now!" she ordered the ref as he obeyed.

"What? A title match right this second?" King exclaimed while Paige held the back of her head and started to get angry.

"Ring the bell!" The ref announced as the Diva's championship match began.

"Rosa has gotten very powerful ever since aligning herself with The Authority," Cole informed.

Rosa taunts the crowd before continuing to take control of Paige. Paige screams and starts to fight back by giving her knee lifts on the apron and tossing her across the ring by her hair.

"Paige is livid!" King looked on as she continued to take control. Rosa manages to fight back again and hits her with the gory bomb. "This may be it!"

"1!"

"2!"

"Oh!" The crowd shouted at the near fall.

Melanie tweets 'Thank goodness!! It will be hell on earth if Rosa won the title.'

"No! No! That was supposed to be three!" Rosa shouts at the ref.

As soon as she turns around, Paige beats her down with a couple of headbutts and throws her into a corner, making her slide down. She starts screaming again while she strikes Rosa with multiple stomps to the chest.

Meanwhile, Layla was at ringside, cheering Rosa on. She was also wearing a fat suit while wearing Morgan's attire. She manages to get on the apron after a few attempts and tries to distract Paige.

Melanie tweets 'Why is Layla wearing a fat suit? I'm not fat! Weirdo...'

Layla starts yelling at her until Paige kicks her down. As soon as she turns around, Rosa strikes her with a round house kick to the face.

"1!"

"2!"

"Oh!" The crowd shouted while Rosa started repeatedly banging on the mat in frustration.

She waits for Paige to get up to hit her with a swinging neckbreaker. Luckily Paige evades it and hits her with the Paige Turner, earning loud cheers. She turns her around and puts her in the Scorpion Crosslock, making Rosa tap instantly.

Melanie tweets 'Snooze you lose! Congrats RealPaigeWWE'

All of sudden, Layla gets in the ring and beats Paige down from behind.

"And Layla from behind!" Cole says before Paige fights back and kicks her out the ring.

Rosa takes advantage and strikes her with the Gory bomb, making the crowd boo. She kicks Paige out the ring and throws her title out the ring too. A 'You Tapped Out!' chant occurs, making Rosa scowl at the crowd.

"You people need to stop disrespecting me!" She screamed on the mic but that only made the crowd chant louder. "I did not tap out! I should be Divas champion! I am the best diva here!"

"I need some earplugs." Cole said.

"You and me both." JBL replied.

Melanie tweets 'Uh do we need to show the video of you tapping out almost instantly? It's a funny sight to see. #ItsAYouTubeHit!'

Rosa chuckled and started to smirk. "Morgan, I know you're at home, sitting on your pathetic butt and asking yourself, how does Rosa do it? You ran away from me. You got some tattoos to try to cover up the scars I gave you. You ran away just like Punk did. And you know what I think of you? You are pathetic! Paige is pathetic! All the Total Divas are pathetic! This is a new generation of divas and I am proving that I own...this diva's division!"

Melanie tweets 'Don't even talk about him like that ever again. You're about to go into some dangerous territory. Do not awaken that side of me.'

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield'

"Oh my!" Cole shouts while Rosa's eyes widen and starts to look scared.

The Shield rush down the steps but Rosa quickly escapes as soon as they slide into the ring.

Leah looked at the TV in awe.

"Milena is friggin amazing on the mic! Her promo skills have gotten so much better. It almost looks real; like she really has anger issues with you." She praised. "But you two are like great friends."

"That's the power of acting. The crowd hates her but they always tune in to watch her." Melanie smiled.

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Evolution and Rosa are in the ring. Triple H leans on the ropes before Orton gets a mic.

"All right listen, Hunter, I don't know if you had enough but I've had enough. Dave, Rosa, I know you had enough. It's time to take the gloves off. It's time to start...treating The Shield like we need to treat them." Orton said. "We need to kick their ass Hunter, and I know they were your boys way back, but I truly believe with all my heart, with all my soul, that it is time...to put the Hounds of Justice to sleep."

Orton gave Triple H the mic.

"I've had enough!" Batista shouted at him while Rosa put a hand on his shoulder. "I had enough! Enough! They callin' us out? I'm done with this!"

"All right. Maybe it is time. Maybe it's time to take the gloves off. Maybe it's time to finish things with The Shield." Triple H replied. "At Extreme Rules they proved how good they are but I already knew that and that's why I brought them here, Randy. It's why I protected them, it's why I fed the roster to them. To make them into something and I did. They got a little too big from themselves and I thought I could salvage something out of that. And maybe I was wrong. You know, I'm a little disappointed in them. Since Extreme Rules, tonight that little so called attempt of an ambush, pretty much was the last straw. The Shield has no idea, they're on discipline, they're like a bunch of little kids with a stick, waving it around at whatever is in front of them."

"The reason they are like this is because The Shield are retaliating. They are retaliating because their precious bitch is gone." Triple H went on, earning 'Ohs' from the crowd while Rosa smirked at his comment. "So it's gonna end. The Shield...you want a rematch at Payback? You want a rematch that you've already won? Then so be it. You will get your rematch, but this one will be different. Because this one, the gloves are off, and Evolution will do what we do. We will take you apart one by one. We will start with Dean Ambrose,"

"Dean Ambrose, you remember the guy that said, do we look humbled to you? You don't yet. But you will. And when we're done humbling you Ambrose...we're gonna move on top the Architect of The Shield, Seth Rollins. I'm gonna pull that little hummingbird's wings off myself. And we're done with him...we're gonna move on to the big dog. To Roman Reigns. You want us to believe in you, do you Roman? Well when we get to you, we're gonna take our time...with you. And we are gonna make an example out of Roman Reigns. You see the example that we make out of Roman Reigns, is that Roman Reigns will be the member of The Shield does not come back from Payback. Roman Reigns, you will fail to adapt. And at Payback...you will per­—"

"Oh!" Cole shouted as Seth tripped him down and started unloading on him. "Seth Rollins! They're here!"

Dean and Roman beat up Orton and Batista.

"Oh my gosh!" King exclaimed as Evolution was thrown out of the ring while Rosa escaped again and looked on in shock.

Triple H gets pissed and jumps on the apron, only to be hit back down.

"We ain't gotta wait till Payback!" Seth shouted while the four of them regrouped.

Batista grabbed a mic. "I've had enough. I've had enough! I've had enough of you! I've had enough of you and I've had enough of you, Reigns." He pointed them. "Reigns, you're the big dog. I've had enough. You and me tonight. We're gonna see how tough you are!"

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Later, in the ring, Roman takes on Batista. They have a back and forth match until Triple H and Orton face off against Roman while he is about to hit Batista with a dropkick off the apron. Dean and Seth hit them with a suicide dive and things get broken down.

Triple H throws Seth over the announce table while Roman tries to go for the Superman punch in the ring. Triple H drags Roman out of the ring and puts him in the pedigree position until Seth jumps on him and starts beating him up. The ref calls for the bell while Evolution and The Shield start beating each other up. Rosa keeps her distance and looks worried while the men are all in the ring.

All of a sudden, Stephanie makes the whole locker room run down the ring to beat up The Shield.

"Don't cross the boss," JBL said while Dean and Seth got thrown out of the ring.

Roman gets beat up by the roster while Triple H gets a chair.

"And a spear!" Cole shouted once Triple H went down but then Roman got jumped again. That was until Ambrose and Rollins took over and hit everyone with the chair. "The Shield unloading! The Shield clearing the ring!"

Everyone gets beaten down while the crowd cheers loudly. Dean grabs Fandango and points.

"This is for you!" He hits him with the Dirty Deeds on the chair.

Then Seth hits Axel with the curb stomp. Heath gets hit with a superman punch by Roman and gets thrown out the ring and then Ryback gets hit with the spear.

Ambrose snaps his head towards Rosa who stands at ringside and gets out of the ring.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing!?" She backed up as he started stalking her up the ramp.

Roman slides out of the ring and goes through the crowd.

"Rosa, you better run for your life!" JBL shouted.

She gets on the stage and points to Ambrose who stands in the middle of the ramp.

"You stay away from me!" she shouted.

But as soon as she turns around, she shrieks before Roman hits her with the spear, earning loud cheers.

"SPEAR!" JBL and Cole shout.

"Oh my gosh!" King yelled. "He just speared Rosa!"

"Roman Reigns with the spear on Rosa! That was long over due!" Cole shouted as Roman roared with the crowd.

"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Seth shouted. "Never mess with our girl! Never mess with her!"

"Morgan's gotta be lovin' that right now."

Melanie tweets 'Thank you! WWERomanReigns WWERollins. You guys made my night! #FourthTimesACharm'

The Shield get back in the ring and hits Ryback with the triple powerbomb while their theme comes on.

"Triple H and company thought they had the perfect plan, to ambush The Shield but it backfired," Cole said while The Shield put their fists out and taunted Evolution who finally got up and was on the ramp.

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During backstage pass, Evolution stands on the stage while Batista carries Rosa, who was knocked out cold, bridal style. Later The Shield stand by with Renee Young backstage.

"I'm here with The Shield, guys you have been going head to head with Evolution and Rosa for the past several weeks. But tonight you were very much so preying on Evolution. Is this the new plan to be the aggressors in this situation?" Renee asked.

"They don't call us the Hounds for nothing. We do a lot better when we are the hunters and not the prey. We turned the tables on Evolution. They've been playing our game for the past few weeks. Tonight we were the prey and we ran the yard just like we do," Seth chuckled.

"When are we not the aggressors?" Dean asked. "The whole thing about the whole Evolution thing, at the end of the day, I just don't like them. I don't like the Wyatts, I don't like Sheamus man but Evolution, something about them...it just puts me in a place where I don't like to be, all right? Sometimes I do like to be there. I'm gonna like being there at Payback. I don't like that they make me feel this way! Oh, they are gonna pay for that. I just hate those guys. Walk around in their suits..."

"Take it easy, take it easy." Seth tried to calm him down.

"Their limos...their stupid ties! Their stupid expensive cars!"

"We got em, we got em!"

"It's no longer about business. It's personal. Believe that." Roman said.

The three of them look at the camera.

"I know you're watching Morgan. We told you we had your back. And don't worry. We're just getting started." Seth grinned.

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It was getting closer to the date of her return and Melanie couldn't have been happier. Soon she will be going to London and heading back into the WWE ring. She was on her Twitter until Leah arrived at her place.

"Hey, did you know that Jon has a DVD out?" Leah asked, showing her his DVD called 'Stories From The Streets, The Jon Moxley Story'

"No way, really?" she checked out the DVD with interest. "I didn't know that. Wow, that's cool."

"Seriously? This has been out for years. I just kept forgetting to bring this to you, so we can watch it together."

"I wonder why he didn't tell me about this." She said with a chuckle. "Pop it in, let's watch it."

While they watched the DVD, Jon started talking about Nick Gage almost dying during the tournament of Death in the finals.

"That sight still makes me cringe. He was losing so much blood. It was crazy." Melanie reminisced. "He could have died."

"Wow, I'm sure. I'm glad he's still okay." Leah smiled.

"Speaking of Nick, I also remember when Jon and I found out he got arrested after robbing a bank."

"A bank? The heck is going on there?"

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Melanie was in the living room, downloading music off the web while Jane was in the kitchen, making dinner. The house phone rang and Jane answered it.

"Hello? Hi Jon, how are you? I'm great! Of course, you can come over, I'll tell Melanie." She hung up. "Melanie, Jon is coming over! He says he has some news for you."

"All righty." She replied with a smile, excited to see him.

Ten minutes later, he arrived and asked if he could use their computer to check something.

"Knock yourself out. Did something happen?" Melanie asked.

"Nick Gage," he answered.

"What about him?"

"He got arrested after robbing a bank."

"Whoa! Nick got arrested!?" she shouted while he nodded. They checked out the photo that Jon pulled up and they started laughing. "Holy fucking shit!"

"Language!" Jane shouted from the kitchen.

"Sorry mom!" she said before laughing with Jon again. "This is insane!"

"Why the fuck would he rob a bank?" He chuckled.

They stop laughing and let the news sink in.

"Aw, man...just wow..."

"Yeah..."

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After continuing to watch the DVD, they watched as Jon started to describe some wrestlers that the interviewer asked.

"What about Melanie Laurer?" The interviewer asked, making Jon grin.

"Ah ha! Now, I know why he possibly didn't want to tell you!" Leah giggled while Melanie nudged her.

"She's one of the only chicks I can trust. She's like the girl I can't actually have but you still rather be friends with her than to not be friends at all. She's just the best. Very supportive. Huge grape lover, by the way. I think it's fuckin' cute." Jon replied.

"A girl you can't have? You have a crush?"

"Ah, we're really close." he brushed off.

"Maybe he didn't want me to watch that specific part because I was still dating my deadbeat boyfriend at the time," Melanie explained. "I'll definitely be talking to him about this. Wow, look how far we've come. The indies, TNA, FCW, NXT, and now the WWE. All that hard work paid off."

After more catching up with Leah, she leaves while Melanie goes upstairs to her room. Living at her parent's place was nice but she started to ponder about moving out and getting her own place with Jon. But would it be too soon? And where? In Philly? Maybe the Nasty­nati, as Jon calls it? While continuing to ponder, Jane and Diego walk in her room.

"Melanie, your father, and I will be going out, later on to this dance party in an hour," she informed.

"Oh wow, you're going dancing with dad? Nice. Let someone take a video so I can see you two dancing." she grinned and got off her bed.

"The thing is, you might not be here when we come back since Jon is coming to pick you up soon," Diego said and went to give her a big hug.

"We wanted to give you our love just in case." Jane smiled and embraced her, before kissing her on the forehead. "I am so proud of you and what you've accomplished during your wrestling career. I cannot wait to see you back on TV, sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you too." Melanie held her tighter.

Being on the road, you don't really see family that often, so Melanie tries to cherish each moment she has with her family. After saying her goodbyes, she made sure that all her stuff was packed up before taking a nap and waiting for Jon.

Since her door wasn't shut, Ellie strolled in and jumped on the bed, curing up in a ball, beside her.

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After 20 minutes, Jane and Diego were all dressed up and ready to go. That's when Jon arrived in sunglasses and casual wear as Jane happily gave him a big hug.

"It's good to see you too Jane." He let himself in.

"Jonathan, how are you?" Diego greeted.

"I'm doin' all right." He replied as he took his sunglasses off.

"We were just on our way to a dance party," Jane informed.

"I hope you two have a fun time. Where's the grapehead?" He asked, making her giggle at the nickname for Melanie.

"Upstairs in her room." Diego smiled, earning a nod from him.

"We'll be on our way. Can't wait to see you two back on TV." she hugged him goodbye and left with her husband.

Jon went upstairs to Melanie's room and began to smile at how cute she looked sleeping next to Ellie. Ellie jumped off the bed, happily barking at him.

"What's up, Ellie?" he played with the dog while Melanie began waking up.

"You're here, hi," she smiled, sitting up while Ellie left the room to go eat.

"Hi, I missed you," he pulled her in for a kiss. "It felt kind of weird not sleeping next to you,"

"Same, I'm happy you're here. Oh so, I heard you got a DVD."

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, about that..."

"Haha, I saw it. Everything. Including what you said about me. I thought it was cute. How come you didn't tell me, about it?"

"I guess it was because you were still dating that asshole and I didn't want to ruin our friendship, just in case you took it the wrong way,"

"Ah, I see. It was cute seeing you so nervous for a second there,"

"You caught me off guard," he replied while she giggled. "I heard you and Phil went to a tattoo shop. What did you get?"

She went to show him her back tattoo and he looked impressed.

"No way, you went along with what Colby said? Oh man, I can't wait to see the look on his face!"

"I know right? And I also got this." She showed him her wrist. "Couldn't resist. You like it?"

"I love it. Looks pretty hot," He checked out her wrist before kissing it. "I never knew you were actually serious. I thought you were just kidding."

"Nice little change,"

"We should get a couple's tattoo together, one day,"

"We should. So, I heard the fans have been calling you the titty master at live events,"

"Uh..." He chuckled. "On the spot again, huh?"

"Yep." They shifted over to the middle of the bed, facing each other.

"Well?" she raised a brow.

"Well, what?"

"Have you mastered any yet?"

Jon shot her a mischievous smile, gently pushing her down on the bed, and hovering over her. "Actually...I'd love to master yours."

She began laughing softly. "No way."

"I know I can, dollface. Been doing it for a year, now."

"You're not mastering these, so easily, today," she teased, taking his jacket off.

"I wouldn't be so sure, about that," he smirked.

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Later, Melanie and Jon went to a local park, walking hand in hand while walking Ellie.

"So, I'm thinking of doing another prank war with Colby." Melanie grinned.

"Oh boy. I can't wait to see this. What are you going to do?" he asked.

"The Smack Cam. And WWE wants to make it into Youtube mini episodes."

"Yeah, that is going to be interesting. I still can't wait to see his reaction to your tattoo."

"I can't wait either."

They started playing catch with Ellie. After 20 minutes of playing catch, Melanie decided to throw the ball, directly at Jon's head. As soon as it hit his head, she started laughing out loud, breaking her cover.

"What the—" He held the back of his head and turned around to see her laughing. "You're gonna get it now." He started running after her.

"Hahaha! It was a joke!" She tried running away while Ellie playfully chased after them both.

After a surprising effort of evading him for five minutes, he finally caught her by wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. He twirled her around, making her laugh, again.

"Okay! Okay!" She giggled but got put over his shoulder. "Jon!"

"Quiet."

"Put me down!"

"Nope."

But then escaped and managed to trip him down, before going for a roll up pin.

"1! 2! 3! I win! Ha! In your face!" She rolled over, laying down next to him on the grass.

"You got lucky." he rolled over before giving her another kiss.

Suddenly, Ellie ran over to them and jumped on them, happily barking and licking them.

"Aw crap!" Jon laughed.

"Ellie!" Melanie giggled and managed to escape her kisses, leaving Jon to her wrath.

"Aren't you gonna help me out?!"

"In a sec." She took a photo before helping him get her off. "I think she really loves you."

"Heh heh, I guess so. Is she always this hyper?"

"I think she loves you more than me. Plus, she missed you."

"You really missed me, Ellie?" Jon asked the dog while she happily barked in response.

"Adorable."

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Once in London, Melanie managed to make it to the O2 Arena unseen to keep her return a surprise. After greeting a few friends, she found Colby in catering with most of the roster. Everyone remained quiet while she had shaving cream on her hand, sneaking up on him.

"Smack cam!" She smacked the side of his face, making everyone 'Oh!' and laugh.

"She got you good, Colby!" Brie giggled.

Colby quickly got up from his seat and turned around, grinning. "Really Mel!? Really!?" He started running after her.

[greektragcdy]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @its-wolff-greenwall

his fingers wrestled with the lighter as he tried to light the spliff between his lips. chicago's winds were unforgiving to someone who simply wanted to relax after a long day, " shit," he muttered in defeat. oliver threw his head back on the car door, eyes closed until he heard the familiar sound of shoes on gravel, " sorry, man, is this your car ? " he asked stepping away from the vehicle, " hey, i know you. you're the boxer. made me lose 50 bucks. "

[maccreadysbaby]

CRASH AND BURN™︎

fem!oc x preston garvey

in which a strange girl shows up in the commonwealth to tell the minutemen that an old enemy is rising up from the capital wasteland, and they’re not just coming for kicks and giggles. oh, and an unassuming second-in-command manages to catch her silver eye, even on the brink of war.

❝ if this is what it feels like to fall for you, garvey, i don’t want to stop until i crash and burn ❞

this is chapter eight. full chapter masterlist can be found here.

TW: none

❝ SETTLE ❞

Vault 62, DC, Capital Wasteland

Aug 11, 2287, 0900

— HEARTLEY HADN’T SPOKEN TO ANY OF HER FRIENDS BESIDES MARKUS, CHICAGO, AND MERCURY FOR FOUR DAYS. Simon and Tuesday’s father, after hearing about the wedding lying extravaganza, forbade them from hanging out with, quote-on-quote, bad influences. Jericho’s mother, after he got spontaneously better from the spontaneous sickness, had him on total lockdown; Heartley hadn’t seen him once. Scout had gone completely off the grid, probably wrestling with the fact that Riot may or may not be living anymore. Markus, Mercury, and Chicago’s families all knew that Riot was missing, and all knew varying degrees of what the children had been up to, but none found it fit to punish their kids. Neither did Heartley’s mom.

Whatever her mother said to Alec, thankfully, stopped him from throwing the kids in confinement again. It was past the weekend and he hadn’t made an appearance. Heartley was thankful.

She sat in her mother’s lab, spinning around and around in her desk chair. Riot’s disappearance was still a phenomenon within vault sixty-two, but no one dared speak about it outside of hushed tones and locked rooms. That’s always how it was when something went down in the vault. Because, when something bad happened in a vault, the person behind it had to be inside, lurking.

Heartley sighed as she spun around for the up-teenth time, glancing at her mother, who was fiddling with a little electronic machine on her worktop. She had her tongue sticking halfway out of her mouth, and was wearing some glasses with makeshift magnifiers on the lenses. Heartley was just thankful she wasn’t poking at a liver or something.

“-and then I just tighten this stupid little screw that my stupid little screwdriver can’t fit in-“

“Mom,” Heartley started, pausing the spinning chair to face her mother. “You’re narrating. You’ve been narrating for twenty minutes.”

She didn’t even look over at her daughter. “I’m focusing.”

“Calling your tools stupid helps you focus?”

Her mother only snickered lightly.

Heartley brushed her hair over her shoulders. “What are you making now, anyways?”

“A very small machine,”

The girl rolled her eyes with a smirk. “You’re a real joy to talk to when you’re working.”

“It sends electrical pulses. Kind of like a pacemaker,” She explained.

“A what?”

“Pre-War medical equipment that sends electrical pulses to help the heart beat on time,”

“Ah,”

There was a short silence.

“Hey, mom?”

“Hon?”

“What did you see in Alec?”

Her mother paused, glancing over at her. “Where’d this come from?”

Heartley shrugged. “Just curious.”

Her mother chuckled, a melodic sound. “Alec used to be different. Kind, charming, smart and loyal. Much like your friend Markus is to you.”

“Mom,” Heartley groaned, running a hand over her face.

“Just saying, Heartley. Anyways, I was one of the Enclave’s biologists, he was an engineer. We had to work together sometimes. I guess it just sprang from there. Acquaintances, friends… We got married twenty-one years ago, and a year later, we had you,”

Heartley nodded along, spinning again.

“He was… the only guy my age that I worked around. All the other men were front liners, clonking around in power armor, having to fight the useless wastelanders. I was scared if I didn’t pick him, I’d never get to pick anyone,” She murmured, still fiddling with her little screwdriver. “That I’d be alone.”

Heartley hummed. “So you didn’t actually love him, then?”

“No, I did. Just… not as well as I could have,” She admitted. “He loved me. Oh, he loved me. I could tell by the way he looked at me. He was head over heels and I… well… I chose the first boy that was presented to me.”

Her mother sighed, lifting the small machine with her hand. “That’s why, Heartley Hathaway, you don’t settle for someone just because you want a relationship. If you wait, one day, you’ll find the person that loves you endlessly that you can love endlessly, too.” She stated. “Love is a two-way street. An expressway where both directions go the same speed. If either of you are driving in the slow lane, it’s probably best you pull over.”

Heartley snickered, watching the white ceiling spin above her. “Wow. I didn’t know you had such emotionally charged intellectual rigor, mom.”

Her mother snorted. “I can say it in less philosophical terms,” She muttered, clearing her throat. “You jump the gun, you end up divorced with the biggest dick in the vault as your ex.”

Both women chuckled that time, the older of the two ending with a sigh.

“Hey, mom?”

“Hey, Heartley?”

The girl stopped spinning, glancing down at the desk. “What if I never find that person? I’m friends with pretty much all of the options available to me and… I don’t feel that way toward any of them.”

“Yet,” She added.

“I’m serious, mom. Markus is my best friend and I love him to bits but I could never ever date him. Simon and Tuesday are great and all but they’re like brothers. They’re all like brothers. The only one that wasn’t was…”

“Riot,” Her mother finished the sentence for her.

“Yeah, he was different. But I’d still never date him. I can’t see myself having a future with any guy in this vault,” Heartley complained. “I’m gonna be alone forever!”

“Y’know, staying unmarried isn’t a bad thing. You can use your time to focus on yourself, and whats most important to you,”

Heartley spun again. “But I… don’t do anything. I don’t have a job. I cant follow in your footsteps because I’d need an hour just to memorize the titles of the books you know by heart. If I stay alone, then I’ll be… nothing.”

“Heartley, honey, your worth isn’t in your job or how successful or well known you are. Your worth comes from what’s inside. Your character. The positive and negative traits that make you a unique and diverse individual. Your strengths and your weaknesses, and everything in between… that’s what gives you value,” She murmured.

Heartley’s brown tilted inward. “If you believe that, then why does the Enclave hate wastelanders? Aren’t they just people, too? People with positive and negative traits that make them unique and diverse individuals? They have strengths and weaknesses and everything in-between…”

Her mother looked over at her, sternly, and it made her shut her mouth.

After a few moments of silence and spinning, her mother piped up: “You know why I want you to be with Markus?”

Heartley paused and looked over at the silver-haired woman, suppressing an annoyed glare. “Why?”

“Because I see the potential in him to be so much more than Alec ever was… and I want you to have that. I don’t want you to go through what I went through, I want you to have the perfect person, from the start. Because you deserve it,”

Heartley smiled warmly. “I know you only want the best for me, mom, but I think the best for me is to find my person myself. Wait until we find each other, like you said earlier. And whether that’s Markus in seven years or someone in this vault I’ve never spoke to before, I still want to wait, not settle. Weren’t you just lecturing me about not settling, and now I'm lecturing you on it?” Heartley chuckled, and her mother did, too.

“I guess so,” She stated, lifting up the magnifiers from the lenses of her glasses. “You’re an astounding young woman. Whoever has the privilege of finding you, Markus or not, will be an incredibly lucky young man.”

Heartley smiled again. “Thank you, mom.”

A pleasant silence passed, during which Heartley thought about her future. She wondered who in the vault it would be. Maybe it really was Markus, and they’d look back and laugh at all the times they called her mother crazy. Maybe it would be Simon, and they’d have wished they got married when they pretended they were. Maybe it’d be… maybe it’d be…

…Riot. Maybe she’d find him. Maybe he’d come out of hiding. And she’d never let go of him again.

Her mother snickered.

“What?”

“You haven’t taken off Simon’s lab coat since he let you take it,”

Heartley scoffed, glancing down at the white coat that covered her jeans and purple flannel. “Why take it off when it gives me a perfect excuse to play scientist with you?”

They both chuckled, but abruptly stopped when the lab door slid open with a muted hiss. Their eyes both flicked to the door, the same confused expression crossing their similar features.

Tuesday Jones was standing in the doorway, eyes wide, scanning every nook and cranny of the lab. After he’d successfully dissected the entire room his expression fell into a state Heartley had never seen on him before: fear.

“Oh my God, this can not be happening. This can not be happening,” He muttered, turning and escaping back into the hallway. Heartley and her mother shared a glance, the youngest of the pair hopping out of the chair and jogging after him.

She turned into the hallway, trotting to keep up with his quickly fading back. “Tuesday. Tuesday, what’s going on?”

“You still have his lab coat,” He muttered, not turning back or pausing on his way to the stairs. Heartley jogged behind him.

“Does he need it back?”

“He went to get it back last night. He was going to you and coming right back, I should’ve gone with him, but I was so stupid I didn’t even consider it. I just said okay and went to bed, how-“

“Tuesday,” Heartley caught his shoulder before he could take the first step down the stairs. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He turned to her, his brown eyes empty. He was disheveled; Heartley had never seen him like that before. “We can’t find Simon. Dad and I were in bed when he left to get his lab coat back from you. He wasn’t there when we woke up.”

Heartley’s blood ran cold, and she felt a little dizzy. “What time did he come to my room?”

“Maybe midnight, or half past,”

She wracked her brain for any memory, but it came up empty. “I was already asleep, I think. Mom surely would’ve told me if he came to the door.”

Like her words were a queue, her mother poked her head out of the lab. “Honey, everything okay?”

Heartley glanced over at her, frowning harder. “Did Simon come to the door last night?”

Her mother humphed. “No. Why?”

Heartley turned back to Tuesday, whose face was losing color. She didn’t have time to answer her mother before he continued: “I’ve checked everywhere he would go.”

“Mercury’s?” She tried.

“That was the first place I checked. Mercury hasn’t seen him,”

“Chicago’s?”

“Nope, hasn’t seen him, either,”

“Markus?”

“Last saw him in the medbay with you,”

“Jericho?”

“His mom used some very colorful words to tell us no,”

“Scout?”

“He’s been in confinement since the night you and Simon told us about the terminal. Long story short he drank himself senseless and tried to talk to Alec,”

“Closet?”

“Empty,”

“Medbay?”

“Likewise. I told you, Heartley, I checked everywhere he would go,” He stated, running a stressed hand through his hair.

“Have you told security?”

“Not after what they did to us over Riot. I think my dad will soon, though,” He stated. His hands were starting to shake by his sides. “I can’t… I can’t think. If I could just think I might be able to solve this. I’ve watched dad do open heart surgeries, I’ve seen people on the brink of death, this… this should be nothing. I should be fine.”

“Tuesday. Slow down. Breathe,” Heartley ordered, placing her hands on his shoulders. His eyes met hers but they were shielded — cold. “Our friend disappeared out of thin air and now you can’t find your twin, you have the right to be upset. It’s okay to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid,” He brushed her hands off and continued down the stairs, and she followed him. “I just need to sit down and think. There’s always a solution, there has to be. Everything in life has a formula. An answer. Everything is an equation, and if you put the pieces in the right place, you’ll find the answer.”

“Tuesday,” She tried as she trailed along behind him. He was making for the medbay, and she could see his father inside.

“I just need to-“

She stepped in front of him. “Breathe, Tuesday. You need to take a minute and breathe.”

“I am breathing,” He shot back.

“You’re also shaking, and pale. Give yourself a minute,” She stated, stepping a bit closer.

He wouldn’t meet her eye. “I’m not going to waste time being upset when I could be finding an solution.”

She reached up and squeezed his shoulders reassuringly. His eyes trailed down to the floor, and a second later, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Why did it have to be him?” He muttered. Heartley frowned, stepping forward and pulling him into a one-sided embrace. It wasn’t often she hugged Tuesday Jones, he never needed it.

This was bad.

[byeskyebye]

--- 🌙 Once I had a 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 and it was a gas Soon turned out had 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 Seemed like the r̲e̲a̲l̲ thing only to find Mucho 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, love's gone behind.

BIRTHNAME: Skylar Dolecki NICKNAMES: Skye, Scoobs, Blue, Bluberry DATE OF BIRTH | AGE: October 2nd, 1999 | Twenty-three years old [ 23 ] GENDER | PRONOUNS: Female | she / her BIRTH PLACE | HOMETOWN: Chicago, Illinois - United States of America CURRENT RESIDENCE | LIVING CONDITIONS: Chicago, Illinois | Two bedroom apartment that she shares with a roommate. CURRENT CAREER: Professional Wrestler currently contracted with All Elite Wrestling. HEIGHT | WEIGHT: Five feet and two inches tall, [5'2"] | One hundred and ten pounds, [110 lbs]. EYE COLOR | HAIR COLOR: Her eyes are a deep chocolate brown. | Though her hair is more of a darker brown, Skylar often adds a variety of softer brown highlights, especially during the summer months. Here lately, she's been experimenting with various blue streaks and extensions to add a pop of color that matches her gear. TATTOOS: Six, currently. The number '21' on the outside of her right wrist, a floral crescent moon on the inside of her right forearm, two initials on each thumb, cursive bite me above her right butt cheek, and a floral bouquet on her outer left thigh. PIERCINGS | RETIRED PIERCINGS: Right nostril piercing, double right ear piercings, and triple left ear piercings ( including a stud in her upper left cartilage ), and a navel piercing that is often adorned with a simple stud. ORIENTATION: Heterosexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single, recovering from a recent breakup. DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes. | No. | No. HOBBIES: Sewing and knitting. PERSONALITY: Growing up, Skylar suffered from severe anxiety and panic attacks, mostly triggered by claustrophobia. An introvert by nature, the Chicago native is learning how to enjoy the career of her dreams which just so happens to place her in front of thousands of people on any given night. A career she loves with every ounce of her being, that is truly worth the extra effort it takes for her to step out of her comfort zone. Interviews aren't her strong point but she knows that it's part of her job, and while she'd rather let her in ring work do all of the talking for her -- Skylar is quickly becoming more comfortable expressing herself verbally. CHARACTER NOTES & CHANGES: Skylar recently went through a break up with Dante Martin, but the two have been on the mend the past few weeks. I will be acknowledging that Skylar is "healing" from a recent serious relationship ending, but I will not name Dante as her ex-boyfriend. This way, if someone would like to bring in Dante and portray him -- they will be free to do so without any baggage to carry with them from my plots and storylines. Her ex, for all intents and purposes for my portrayal will be an unnamed individual ( perhaps an initial or something of the sort will be stated at a later time ). For continuity of the group, Dante Martin and Skye Blue have only ever been friends and co-workers & anything romantic that has been seen on television is strictly for show and storyline purposes only. all plots are open. feel free to dm me if you're interested in plotting anything. i don't mind coming up with the plots as long as I know you're interested! if you're too shy to dm me first, then leave an emoji in the replies and I'll come invade your dms! 💙

[xkittypunkerx]

Falling In Line

What happens when CM Punk and The Second City Saints get a new member that was originally from their worst Enemies The Prophecy?

Pairing: CM Punk x Female

Rating: M

Warnings: Very Strong Language, Graphic Rape, Strong Rough Sexuality, Strong Volience

Chapter 1

PAYBACK!

Taylor Sky is a 20-year girl and she's from Philadelphia, PA. She has been dealing with her abusive and alcoholic Father all her life. He would abuse and Rape her almost everyday. She's a sweet girl and just want to enjoy life happily and to feel loved but also has a feisty and disrespectful side that made her an out cast.

She moved to Chicago to start a new life and pursue her wrestling career to get away from her terrible life back at home. Along the way, she meets Christopher Daniel in IWA Mid South Wrestling . He was there for her and helped her become who she is today. They both broke out in Ring Of Honor along with their best friends Allision Danger, Dan Maff and BJ Whitmer aka The Prophecy she finally felt loved and wanted That is Until she ran into The Second City Saints Leader CM Punk.

CM Punk is a 24 year old punk rock who became the wrestling God of the indies. He is also Straight edge which means; he is drug free, alcohol free and he is better than you and everyone else in the world. CM Punk is the Leader of the Group The Second City Saints which consist of; Colt Cabana, Ace Steel, Lucy Furr and Traci Brooks. CM Punk is an arrogant, self proclaimed, highly disrespectful, asshole in all of Ring Of Honor. He is The Ring Of Honor Champion, The Ring Of Honor Tag Team Champion with Colt Cabana. CM Punk is not to be messed with and he is very Dangerous. Plainly CM Punk don't give a fuck!

What will happen when he meets Taylor Sky?Will She Fall In Line or will he finally be tamed?

Chapter 1

PAYBACK!

I wished this was a dream and I could just wake up to fresh smell of coffee and sun beaming down on me with birds chirping but it wasn't. This wasn't even scripted this is was as real as it gets. The people cheering had no clue this was not scripted but reality because of what happened to Lucy. I had nothing to do with her, I didn't even know her but I knew she was CM Punk's girl and all I could ask myself was 'Why BJ? Why?' I don't know what he did to Lucy but whatever he did looks like I'm the one paying the price for it.

The shit that was going down in front me scared me shitless. My tough side wouldn't even come out that's how terrified and scared I was. People told me about CM Punk and his reputation and his attitude towards others that wasn't like him. Chris told me never to Trust him, He was a monster that had to be put away and that He only cared about himself. I hated him with every fiber in me. I wanted him to burn in hell and stay there forever. He destroyed a lot of my friends careers in ROH and the last thing I wanted was to be anywhere near him. My thoughts was yanked out of me suddenly when I felt the pain of my black long stringy hair be pulled out of my head by none other than CM Punk who was angry and his grip made note of it.

"Get the fuck off me!" I yelled trying to get him off my hair but hurting myself in the process.

"Shut the fuck up you stupid bitch! fuck you chris! this is payback for what your buddy did to lucy!" Punk yelled back at them as he begin laughing sadisticly and shoving me down on the floor towards the entrance area.

The crowd was so loud that I could even hear myself coughing from falling to the floor. I pulled my hair back behind my ear trying to focus where I was going.

Colt and Ace continued to go at The Prophecy causing the arean to go up in a roar as people begin trying to challenge CM Punk and Second City Saints.

"Punk if you hurt her I will fuck all of you up! don't play with me bitch! Dan yelled at Punk,Colt and Ace as every one in the arena knew Dan was snapping and punk was getting under his skin when he had shoved Taylor to the floor. Dan was so mad that he picked up a metal chair and threw it randomly at The Second City Saints causing the mayhem to escalate "I will fuck you up you punk ass bitch! Come get you some bitch!" Dan was fuming and trying get to punk as security tore threw the arena.

"I'll take good care of her .. Prophecy" Punk laughed maniacally and retreated to the exit doors as Colt and Ace followed him while pulling me with them forcefully. Before punk could leave and an idea came to his head and he turned around. Smiling sadisticly and laughing at the crowd who processed to threaten and scream at him  he grabbed a very terrified me against him so I was facing The Prophecy. He had a microphone in hand and held me closer to him. He begin yelling at the prophecy to pay attention to him as Chris And BJ did.

As scared as I was I had to admit to myself 'how can someone so Sexy and cute as CM Punk become like this?'

" Listen up!, I have your precious Taylor! and what I will do to her will be way worst than what you did Lucy! This is payback and I'm gonna enjoy doing what I want! When I want! and most of all as I want to her! and there's nothing you MOTHERFUCKERS can do about it! Oh and Dan if you thought me shoving her to the floor was bad just imagine that as my BED!.. Punk started laughing crazily at the idea as Dan Maff begin trying to force his way through the guards angrily "IM A FUCK YOU!" Dan yelled while being held by the guards.

"Cuz I'm gonna have so much fun doing the things you wish you did!" Punk yelled as he threw the mic at the prophecy not caring if is hit them or not. The crowd cheered still believing this was all an act and I only wish they knew how wrong they were.

"I AM CM PUNK! I AM STRAIGHT EDGE! THAT MEANS I AM DRUG FREE! ALCOHOL FREE AND THAT I AM BETTER THAN EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!" and with that Punk retreated pulling me along to the back with Colt and Ace behind him running to the exit to there car.

Sorry it's short but I hoped you liked it. Let me know in the comments. Chapter 2 will be out tomorrow.

[starliiqhts]

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birth name: jesse wade livingston birth date: october 26, 1978  current age: 46 zodiac sign: scorpio sun, virgo moon, aries rising (x) alignment: chaotic neutral  gender: male place of birth: chicago, illinois  ethnicity: english, polish, german, irish education: he graduated from wheeling high school in 1996. occupation: professional wrestler, tattoo artist, tattoo shop owner

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positive traits: outspoken, genuine, witty, protective  negative traits: confrontational, prideful, unapologetic  biggest fears: abandonment, betrayal  what’s more important- sex or intimacy: intimacy thoughts on true love: he was never a romantic until he met his wife, and now, he’s thinking that his original stance was correct.  ever been in love: yes leader or follower: leader. his refusal to follow others’ rules has gotten him in trouble, but he is headstrong in his own beliefs.  dealing with stress looks like: he’s not proud of it, but he can be an asshole when he’s stressed. he can be snippy with people, and it’s best to just avoid him when he’s stressed. he’s gotten better at becoming a calmer person in his older age though.  morning person or night owl: morning person. well - neither, really. he likes to sleep early and wake late, but he feels better about himself when he gets up early and is productive. he also kind of has to be now, he’s a dog father, and also a busy guy on top of that.  spontaneous or always needing a plan: even when he was younger, he liked having a plan. long term and short term, he liked having things to work towards. 

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eye color: hazel hair color: brown height: 6’1 weight: 218 tattoos: he’s lost count of how many tattoos he has, his body is covered in them. he has a variety of different ones with different meanings - some special ones, like his ‘straight edge’ piece on his stomach, the ones dedicated to his loved ones like his sister. he also has sillier ones, like the pepsi logo, just because he likes it.  piercings: ears, lip, tongue, nipples - though he hasn’t worn piercings anywhere other than his ears in quite a few years now. 

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sexual orientation: straight  relationship status: single past relationships: he dated around a bit when he was in his twenties, a couple of long term relationships (three years with another wrestler named iris, two with another named cammy), but it was in his early thirties that he met the woman who would become his first wife - janie. technically they had met before, they’d worked together for a couple years, but they didn’t get close for a little while. they began dating in 2010, and a few months after their third anniversary, they officially tied the knot. when the beginning of the end snuck up on him, he wasn’t prepared for it. he truly didn’t see it coming. discovering her infidelity had shocked him because nothing had seemed off, she seemed so in love still, and he knew he was. they separated legally, but before divorcing, decided to try to work on things one last time. but jesse just couldn’t get past it. they’ve been divorced since 2022, but unfortunately, a relationship like that isn’t easy to move on from. they still see each other every so often, still reach out, still call in late nights. he can’t see himself ever getting back with her, he can’t get past the betrayal of her affair, but getting over her completely has been hard. he’s tried and failed to see other people, but it’s never worked. he’s not ready.  thoughts on marriage + kids: he’s been married before, and doesn’t know if he can see himself doing it again. dating? yes, eventually. but marriage? he doesn’t think so. 

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class status: upper financial status: wealthy home description: spending most of his life on the road, his home base was chicago for the majority of the time. then in 2019, he moved to los angeles with his wife, who had retired from wrestling and was stepping into acting, and he wanted to support her. when the divorce happened, he debated moving back home to chicago, but he’d put roots down in los angeles, and liked it there more than he thought. he moved to a couple new places after the split, but now thinks he’s found a permanent place. he’s been living in the same house since spring of 2024, a three bedroom house in a suburban area. it's just enough space for him and his dog - a living room, kitchen, dining area. he has his bedroom, and a guest room, and two bathrooms. he also has a pool, and the garage has been turned into a home gym. family life: he was born to margie and tyler livingston. tyler is now 72, margie is 70. tyler was unemployed for most of jesse’s young life, making money by dealing, and margie was the same on/off, and also worked a number of different jobs - waiting tables, bartending, etc. jesse’s not sure what either of them are doing now. the couple met as teenagers, living in the same neighborhood, and eventually started hooking up. they didn’t get married until after they had their first child, tommy, who is two years older than jesse. after jesse, they had four more children - kenzie (two years younger), harry (six years younger), vanessa (eight years younger), and mikey (eleven years younger). growing up, due to tommy’s immaturity, jesse felt like the oldest sibling. more than that, he often felt like the parent. his mom tried, but was dealing with her own addictions, and his dad was just unbearable. he used to get physical with all the kids, but none more than jesse, who liked to talk back the most. when he finally left the family, when jesse was sixteen, it was a blessing in disguise. hell, not even in disguise. jesse saw no downside to it. he was relieved. he’s had his issues with his family in their adult lives, but when they were young, all he wanted to do was take care of his siblings. tommy was the first one he fell out with. tommy had always gotten into trouble, but when he got arrested for stealing from their wrestling school at the age of 20, that was it for jesse. he stuck around for his younger siblings the longest he could, but now, he’s only on speaking terms with harry and vanessa. growing up, he was closest to kenzie, so cutting those ties hurt, but she’d fallen into her addiction and begun stealing from him, and he’d done all he could to help and she kept rejecting it. mikey didn’t develop an addiction like their parents, but he went down an alt right pipeline that got a bit too much for jesse and even the rest of the family. while vanessa unfortunately also developed that genetic trait that led her to addiction, she got sober, and jesse was happy to help her through it. she’s been clean for years and, along with harry, is one of his best friends. he hasn’t spoken to his mom since he was in his 20s, his dad since he left even though he has popped up a few times again since, and those weren’t easy choices, but he stands by them. pets: he has one dog, a rescue named tally that he adopted in 2015. he treats tally as his own child and even travels with him. 

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diet: he eats clean and semi-strict, but he doesn’t stress himself about it. he focuses on eating high protein, only having fast food a couple times a month, low carb but not no carbs. he loves food and refuses to torture himself by not eating the things he likes. it’s about moderation, and he balances it out with being active. drinking + drug habits: he is straight edge, proudly. after seeing so many people around him hurt themselves and others due to substance abuse and addiction, he knew from a young age he never wanted to touch the stuff. admittedly, he was more judgemental when he was younger, looking down on people who didn’t abstain, but once he was in his mid twenties, he had gotten off his high horse about it. religion: he is an atheist. health and disorders: other than the injuries he’s gotten over the years that have mostly healed, he’s got a clean bill of health. 

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𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 #𝟐𝟔: 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒙 𝑫𝒊𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 (𝒐𝒄) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑶𝒇: 𝑪𝑴 𝑷𝒖𝒏𝒌, 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒐𝒙 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍 (𝒐𝒄), 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑭𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 (𝒐𝒄), 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂 (𝒐𝒄), 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 (𝒐𝒄), 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 (𝒐𝒄) 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆: 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏

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Since being in Chicago, Dia had come to love the city in the fall. With the cool weather came the changing of the leaves, bathing Lincoln Park in hues of orange and yellow. So many people spoke how beautiful Vermont tended to be during this time of year, but Dia's heart was always stuck in Chicago. Just like Dia's heart would always be stuck on Scott Colton.

The man who was known more widely as Colt Cabana had been a constant in Dia Banks life, ever since she had seen him wrestle for the first time. If there were no other constants in her life, Dia knew she could at least rely on Scott to make her feel like she was special. The two had gone from friends to more rather quickly, even if it had been under the guise of alcohol that they finally admitted how they felt. These days their names were often spoken in the same breath.

Dia pushed a strand of her black hair behind her ear as she watched another set of leaves swirling through the crisp autumn air, pulling her jacket tighter to herself as she waited for her partner. Everything these days felt so stressed. Her relationship with two of her four children was extremely strained these days. With Cassidy at the throats, often literally these days, of Logan and Louis, Dia didn't know what to do. Cassidy had even caused her to distance herself from her best friends, Harlow Fischer and Maddox Lovell. It kept building and building and she swore if anything else piled onto it, she'd scream.

And then, like a light in her darkness, there he was.

Colt smiled as he sat on the park bench next to her, a twinkle in his eye. Age had certainly found him, only adding to the appeal of who he was. The crows feet and laugh lines, from sharing his inner joy with the world, gave his face the welcoming tone that his eyes had always held. The graying facial hair turned what had been a baby face into that of a man who knew the world, even if Colt often had an energy that told the world that he knew very little.

"Coffee?" Colt offered as he sat on the bench next to her, handing over the piping hot Styrofoam cup with a gentle smile, "It'll warm ya up."

Dia's hand grasped at the cup she was offered, her golden wedding ring standing out against the stark white. She drew in the aroma with a content sight before sipping from it. Part of Colt's charm was just how well he knew those he loved, "Two creams, two sugars. You do know me."

Colt draped an arm over the back of the bench, hand resting just on the other side of her shoulder. One leg rested on top of the other knee, sipping from his own coffee. If she had to guess, Dia would expect that it was a basic pumpkin spice latte for the season, "What can I say, Di? I have a talent for it."

Dia scooted closer to her beloved, curling slightly against him as they continued to watch the landscape. A family passed by, son holding his mothers hand as they laughed at some private moment. She felt a twinge of pain in her chest and drew in a sharp breath, "You ever miss it? Our kids being kids and not-"

𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, she had stopped herself from saying, 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟.

"And not adults," Colt tried to dissuade her from her thoughts, "sometimes. I was always better with them when they were younger. Adults are complicated."

Dia let out a sharp bark of a laugh, "Complicated? This is a nightmare."

Colt ducked his head, chuckling on his own, "Yeah, yeah, you're right about that. But ya know what? We can wake up from nightmares into the arms of those who love us. We got each other, Di. We got Phil and Bash. We'll make it out somehow."

Dia laid her head on Colt's shoulder, eyes closed as she enjoyed the warmth of the drink in her hand and the partner at her side. It seemed as if the world was crashing down around her, but there was always hope. Colt had always helped to find that hope.

Colt was that hope.