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A/N: Andrade ‎😍

I’m sorry if none of the Spanish words are right. I did use google translate. Though I know te amo means I love you. & mi amor means my love. But correct me if I’m wrong.

At first, you weren’t really sure if Andrade had feelings for you, sure he flirted with you, but that’s just flirting.

Zelina being the first one to find out you have feelings for him

Zelina trying to get you and Andrade to admit your feelings for each other. But failing.

Zelina setting you & Andrade up on a date successfully.

“Y/n, wait up.” Zelina yelled, trying to catch up to you.

“What’s up zelina?” you asked, as you stopped walking, as she caught up to you.

“I was thinking that you and me should go down to this diner I found after the show finishes.” She spoke.

“Sure…” you responded. Making her smirk.

“Oh by the way, you look smoking hot in your ring gear.” She smirked.

“Thanks, it’s just black with a bit of gold.” You spoke.

“Andrade thinks you look sexy in it, in fact, it kind of matches his ring attire.” she smirked, making you roll your eyes.

“And on that note, I’m off to my match.” You mumbled.

“Maybe one day you will admit your feelings to him.” She yelled as you started to walk away from her.

“Pft, I don’t have feelings for him.” you denied, fleeing the scene before she says something else…

You let out a sigh, as you checked your phone again. Zelina was late. You quickly went into the contacts scrolling down until you reached her contact. Pressing it and then pressing the phone button and putting the phone to your ear.

“Zelina where are you?” you asked, as Zelina picked running your fingers through your hair in frustration,

“Sorry I can’t come, but I know someone who can.” She spoke, letting out a chuckle.

“What are you talking about? If you’re not coming then I’m going back to the hotel.” you huffed.

“No, stay, I’m sure someone special will come in, you can thank me later.” She smirked, hanging up on you.

“Rude.” You mumbled, getting up, just as you moved a step, you collided with a body.

“Ow.” you huffed, rubbing your forehead.

“Sorry.” a familiar voice, his hands gripping your arms.

Of course, this had to be Zelina’s doing. You thought to yourself.

“Andrade.” You spoke, staring at him, as he stared at you.

“Y/n.” Andrade spoke, making you look up from your phone.

He was just about to speak again only for you to interrupt him.

“I should go.” You muttered, trying to walk past him, only for him to stop you.

“Wait, y/n, maybe we could hang out for a bit, get to know each other a bit more and make it a date.” He asked.

“I suppose one date can’t hurt.” you sighed, making Andrade smirk.

After a few dates, Andrade asks you out.

Zelina bragging about how she set you’s two up.

Andrade commenting on all your ig posts. & liking them too.

Working out together.

Andrade flirting with you. He’ll even flirt with you in Spanish.

Selfies.

Andrade being the sweetest boyfriend ever.

Buying you gifts.

Andrade speaking Spanish to you.

Andrade always calling you mi amor.

“Mi amor.” He cooed, as he cupped your cheeks, kissing you softly on your lips.

Cuddles.

A lot of kissing.

Andrade just loves to kiss you.

Forehead kisses.

Nose kisses.

Cheek kisses.

Neck kisses.

Playing with your hair.

Playing with his hair.

Exploring.

Andrade getting extremely jealous when another man flirts with you or even stares at you.

“What’s mine is mine.” He growled, pulling you closer to him.

Heated make out sessions.

Zelina walking in on you & Andrade making out.

Traveling with him.

Watching his matches.

Andrade watching your matches.

The both of you getting worried when one of you’s get injured in a match.

Hand holding.

Romantic strolls.

Going to parties/ clubs sometimes.

Lots of I love you’s or te amo {same thing}.

Meeting each other’s parents/family.

Your parents thinking Andrade is a player. Though they soon change their minds.

Andrade taking you on romantic dates.

Wearing each other’s merch.

Looking after each other when one of you’s are sick.

Getting into small petty arguments which often leads to make up sex.

Andrade getting turned on by your ring gear.

Always touching your ass. & staring at it either one.

Movie marathons.

Taking naps on him, while he strokes your hair.

Andrade is a very passionate lover.

Taking care of you when you get your period.

Stealing his clothes.

Play wrestling.

Training together.

Moving in together.

Sex with Andrade:

Hair pulling.

A lot of teasing.

Spanking your ass.

Slight daddy kink.

Sending each other nudes.

Sexting.

Passionate sex.

Leaving scratch marks on his back.

Andrade leaving love bites all over your body.

Jealous sex.

“Your mine.” He growled, “This is mine.” He growled, as he groped your boobs “and this is mine.” he growled, as he grabbed your ass.

Andrade grabbing your boobs and ass.

Hotel sex.

Locker room sex.

Gving him blowjobs.

Andrade eating you out.

Thigh burns.

[ohnojustimagine]

Don’t Call It Chemistry

Andrade Cien Almas/Reader/Zelina Vega Smut/Explicit; 2035 words

Two content notes: a) this has explicit f/f as well as m/f and b) the reader is a sex worker.

***

You get hired by couples more than most people would think, more than you would have ever thought when you started in this business. Some of your best and most profitable regulars are couples, and mostly it’s a fairly sweet deal. You get the occasional shitty booking, where the husband will insist on fucking you in front of his wife, who’s clearly bored out of her mind while making a passing attempt at feigning interest or jealousy, but generally they’re just looking for some pretty vanilla girl-on-girl stuff. The husband watches you make out with the wife and then go down on her, then he’ll fuck her afterwards. Those are your favorites, because you don’t get to eat pussy too often these days, and your clients are rich enough that the wives are usually extremely hot. The husbands, not so much, but for once that’s not your problem.

These two, however, are both extremely hot, but you’re not sure what their dynamic is. Because they’re very, very clearly into each other (though he’s far more careless about showing it than she is) but they’re also obviously not a couple. Business partners, you guess? Not that it matters, but you’re curious, so you watch, and wait.

They’re both still fully clothed: him in a crisp white shirt and dark gray suit pants, and her in a strapless black dress that’s short and low-cut but expensive-looking, classy. He’s sitting on the end of the bed and she’s in a chair, shapely legs crossed, draped over one another in way that’s making your mouth water.

You’ve taken off your own dress and are standing there in front of them in your bra and panties, hands at your sides. You’re used to being stared at like this, examined and assessed as if you’re an object, something only to be possessed, and it doesn’t bother you. Not, at least, at the hourly rate you charge.

The man looks at you, then looks at the woman, and says, in Spanish, “I could go to a club, pick up a girl this hot and fuck her. Why do we need a hooker?”

“She’s a professional,” she replies, and you wonder if they assume you can’t understand them or if they just don’t care. You try to remember her name… Selena? No, you think, Zelina. It’s a pretty name, you muse, as she goes on, saying, “I don’t want any issues with you leading some girl on and her thinking she can get emotionally involved.” Her voice is even, and it’s clear she’s someone who’s used to people doing exactly what she tells them to do. “You need to think about your career, Andrade, now more than ever.”

“What about you?” he asks her, seemingly unmoved.

“What about me?”

“You said if I won the championship I could have whatever I wanted.”

“I never said you could fuck me,” she tells him, and you get the feeling this is a conversation they’ve had many, many times before. “I said I’d watch you fuck someone else, if that was what you wanted.”

“What I want,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest, and huh, you think, because he’s even more built than you had assumed, well-muscled but thick with it, “is to watch you and her.”

“What?” Zelina asks.

He smiles, smug, like he’s bested her in some way. “I want her to eat you out while I watch.”

She stares at him for a long minute, without speaking, and you wonder if she’s going to refuse, but then she shrugs, studiedly casual, and says, “If that’s what you want.”

His smiles widens into a delighted grin, and he gestures at you. “Kiss her,” he says to Zelina.

She stands up, quite calm, and walks towards you, standing before you. You’re not tall, but even in heels she’s a little shorter than you, her face tilted up towards you. You can tell she’s more nervous than she’s letting on, her hands moving slightly, subtly, as if she’s not sure what to do with them, so you take the initiative, placing your own hands on her waist, your touch light and careful.

She gives you a small, appreciative nod, and follows suit, her palms warm on your bare skin as she leans in, and you feel yourself hold your breath for a moment, waiting, until her mouth presses against yours. Her lips are full and soft, and you want more, but you let her set the pace, gradually opening up as her tongue licks its way into your mouth, lazily sensual.

You hear Andrade inhale sharply, and you decide to push things a little, sliding your hands slowly downwards until they’re resting on Zelina’s ass, feeling your way over the high, firm curve of it, squeezing lightly. She pulls away, breaking the kiss and glaring at you, and you don’t say anything, but you meet her gaze as provocatively as you can, challenging. She rolls her eyes in reply, says, in English, “Fine,” and kisses you again, deeper this time, reaching down and grabbing your ass so hard you wince. You hear Andrade laugh, and her touch eases off into a firm caress, pleasurable enough that you have to whine quietly.

“She’s good,” Andrade murmurs to himself, admiring, and Zelina steps back, licking her lips. You can see she’s breathing more rapidly, her throat moving as she swallows, and you walk around behind her, unzipping her dress, sliding it off her body, letting it fall to the floor. She’s not wearing a bra, so you fall to your knees in front of her, slipping your fingers under the edge of her black lace thong, caressing down her legs as you pull it off. Her thighs and calves are smoothly, leanly muscled, tight under your touch, and you shift slightly, realizing you’re wet, that you’re actually turned on.

Careful, you think to yourself, because genuine desire can be a dangerous thing when you’re with a client, so you take a deep breath, lifting Zelina’s feet one at a time, gently taking off her shoes and setting them aside.

“On the bed,” Andrade says, voice low. He’s taken off his shirt, and he’s rubbing at the front of his pants and Zelina doesn’t say anything, watching him for a minute before she climbs onto the bed, lying back, knees bent, feet spread wide enough that she’s fully open before you. You can see how aroused she is, but you suspect that has very little to do with you and what you’ve been doing, what you’re going to do; what’s turning her on is him, the way he’s looking at her, the way he’s watching you.

You quickly remove your bra and panties, positioning yourself on your stomach between Zelina’s legs, stroking her thighs, breathing in the scent of her, sweet and heady. Her pussy is as bewitchingly beautiful as the rest of her, and at first you only lap at it, delicately tasting, but then her hands are in your hair, dragging you closer, impatient, and you begin to eat her in earnest, sucking and licking, your tongue greedy on her.

You feel Andrade behind you, roughly pulling up your hips, pushing you so your knees are underneath you, and then his cock is at your entrance. You hurriedly reach back far enough that you can touch him, just to make certain he’s wearing a condom, and normally you’d make him stop for long enough to get some lube but tonight there’s no need, because you’re so wet and ready that it only feels good as he slides into you. He’s big, big enough that for a moment you lose your concentration, breathing in and biting your lip as he moves in and out of you.

You hear Zelina sigh in frustration and then snap, “Can you let her finish?”

Andrade laughs, breathless, and stills inside you. “Make her come,” he tells you, and it’s the first time he’s spoken in English. “Make her come and then I’ll fuck you for real, baby.”

And, to your surprise, that’s what you want, for her to come and for him to fuck you. It’s been a long time since you were with anyone like this, least of all a client; in the moment and fully present in your body instead of just vaguely dissociating, always at a slight remove from what’s being done to you.

There’s a connection between these two that’s palpable, the chemistry in the air so thickly visceral it’s affecting even you.

You let out a moan and focus on Zelina, on her clit, tonguing it with what seems to be the right pressure and tempo. “Yeah,” she gasps out, “like that.” She tugs on your hair, grinding against your face, and you’re not even sure you can breathe, but you don’t care as her hips buck up, thighs close around your head, and she’s coming, pussy tightening under your tongue as you lick her through it, wanting to taste every last moment.

And as soon as she’s done, Andrade starts, beginning to fuck you rough and hard. You raise your head, leaning up on your arms, pushing back against his cock with each thrust. Zelina hasn’t moved, lying beneath you, but it’s Andrade she’s watching, looking up at him with such naked, heated intensity that you can feel it, and your own orgasm builds in response, peaking and then spilling over. You cry out, and Andrade drives into you one last time, grunting as he comes.

He pulls out, tossing the condom and immediately dragging you forcefully up onto your knees, kissing you so deep you can barely catch your breath. It’s her he’s chasing, not you, licking the taste of her out of your mouth with a desperate, almost violent ferocity, only stopping when there’s nothing left.

They stare at each other, and you’re still, quiet, aware this moment has nothing to do with you, waiting with something like trepidation. And you don’t know what you’re expecting will happen, but it’s somehow oddly, weirdly disappointing when Zelina simply gets up and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

After a minute, you hear the shower running, and Andrade looks at you. “You can go now,” he says, but it’s not dismissive, not unkind.

He sits on the bed, watching you as you dress yourself. You’d like to at least wash your hands, splash some water on your face and check your hair, but you get the very distinct impression that Zelina is not to be disturbed, so you don’t ask. You’re careful not to overbook yourself, so your next appointment isn’t for a few hours, and you have time enough that you can go home to your apartment, clean up there. You smooth down your dress, slipping on your shoes, and Andrade stands up, walking over to where his pants are hanging over the back of a chair. He pulls a roll of bills out of the pocket, offering it to you.

You hold out your hand, but then pause, wanting to make sure there’s no misunderstanding, telling him, “You know she paid in advance, right?”

He gives you a small, amused smile, saying, “It’s a tip.”

“Oh,” you say. You take the money, and you can tell by the feel of it that it’s at least a couple thousand. Nice, you think, slipping the money into your purse. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he says. He’s more relaxed, surer of himself without her in the room, as if he’s once again on steady ground, and it doesn’t suit him, you notice, makes him seem smug and perhaps a little sleazy. You may not know him, but it’s clear that Zelina is good for him, brings out his better self.

You wonder if he’s aware of that.

“Call me,” you say. “If you’d ever like to do this again.”

“We might do that.” He sits back down on the bed, and you note that we. Not I but we, and you smile.

“Well,” you say. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

He nods, and you turn on your heel, feeling his eyes on you as you leave.

[niazha16]

Imagine meeting Andrade on a cruise and he takes a liking to you

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[a-home-for-stray-stories]

Imagine - Andrade: You Should See Me In A Crown

Moving from NXT to Raw just two months, SummerSlam was an opportunity to pull out all the stops and you didn’t hold back. The mega-push you had been given couldn’t be wasted and the radiant, ornate, dripping-of-sunshine gear you had custom made for the occasion proved you had no intention of doing so. The mirror could barely handle it, but you soaked it in. It was unlike anything you’d felt before - a whole new level of confidence. As you stared at your reflection, a smile crept onto your face. This was something you could get used to. In your hands was the missing piece - a magnificent, jewel encrusted crown. It gracefully adorned your head and every tiny jewel masterfully captured the light. Adjusting it slightly, the time had come to head to the ring. The stares and jaw drops you got along the way only boosted your ego more. The smile never left your face as you rounded the corner and found Zelina and Andrade. Zelina’s voice was abrasive as she reamed Kayla, but Andrade’s presence was always intoxicating. Tolerating Zelina was nothing for the few times you had the chance to talk to him. Just being around him made you numb to her snide comments and confrontational attitude. Any other time you may have politely snuck around a different way, but not tonight. It didn’t even take seconds for his eyes to stray from the interview and snap onto you. This was a far cry from your usual modest look and your heart was raging in your chest, but you had a strangle hold on your confidence as you got closer. His hand slid across his mouth and turned to meet you, completely done with the interview and trying to take in as much of you as he could.

“I have a crown; You don’t.”, Zelina carried on, slightly perturbed by his actions, “You see anyone else walking around with crowns here?’

Just as she finished, she saw how wrong she was. The cameraman made sure to completely capture the scene. Zelina’s blood boiled as Andrade mumbled things in Spanish into his hand. She finally gave him a smack after you threw him a little glance over your shoulder and another string of words came out of his mouth.

“We’re doing an interview here. Will you be professional?” She chided, but he ignored her.

“Zelina...” Kayla began,”Y/n’s crown is bigger than yours.”

Kayla moved the mic to Zelina just in time to catch her offended scoff.

“So much bigger...” Andrade responded, still facing where you had disappeared around a corner.

She popped Andrade in the back of the head before storming off.

[speedybasementcollection]

For the HC thing can you please to the letter G with Andrade Cien Almas where you're best friends and partners like him and Zelina but he secretly likes you and his reaction to other male superstarts hitting on you? Thanks!

When Andrade first met you, he fucking knew that he loves you. He could tell by your sweet and kind nature. Andrade loves watching you in the ring with other female superstar and when you joined Zelina and him, it made him very protective of you.

  When you guys went up to the main roster, that’s when the other male superstars starting hitting on you. When Andrade first saw that, he was pissed, he didn’t really know what to do but when it kept happening, he would always find a way for that superstar to stop hitting on you. You noticed this when it slowly started. You always thought it was cute and funny.

  Zelina, on the other hand, is helping him scare off the superstars because she ships you two together so much.   

[xxamorxexmortexx]

Oh dang, Zelina isn't allowed at ringside? We could have had a reverse Ellsworth with Zelina grabbing the briefcase for Andrade

[wrestlingenthusiast]

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[styleskard]

I can’t get the idea of Andrade Cien Alams, Rey Mysterio, and Zelina as a stable out of my mind. It’s too perfect and it’s what we deserve.

[axelwolf8109]

Drew said Andrade has to face a mountain. My thoughts: "MAN YOU ARE BUILT LIKE A MOUNTAIN!!!!

[hapeanollaihminen]

Yeah yeah, Bullet Club Member #26 made his way to the big WWE, but can we just take a moment to appreciate that Andrade “Cien” Almas won. Like. He won.

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[shunukitrash]

Man, what if he gets signed by NJPW? Could you imagine ANDRADE "CIEN" ALMAS vs KOTA IBUSHI?????? I would cry.

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This is gonna make so many horrible people unhappy. EVERY Takeover has had at least one match-of-the-year candidate on it. Some of the most emotional moments in that brand have come from cards that even aren't quite as good. I even considered not doing this list, because, by all accounts, NXT Takeover: Tampa isn't even going ahead. But then I thought, fuck it, let's celebrate, taken all together, for my taste, the best wrestling product in the history of mankind. It's not just moves; it's emotional investment, sharply-focused, character-based storytelling, intricately-performed spectactle from the greatest physical specimens ever to lace their boots. It FINALLY legitimized Western women's wrestling in the mainstream (Michelle McCool, Trish, Molly, Mickie, Jazz, Victoria, you all were stunning performers in your own right, but you and your kind were, until NXT, only given 3 minutes: the longest women's match IN HISTORY, until 'Mania 32, was Trish Stratus vs. Mickie James at Wrestlemania 22, and it got 9 minutes.), it's got some of the greatest tag wrestling ever seen on ANY brand, it's created the longest-drawn storytelling ever, it's the best of the indies, the best of the WWE, wrapped up in a sequence of shows that were epic without being FIVE FUCKING HOURS LONG.

Where do I even start...?

Honorable mention: Takeover: R Evolution (I have to, because I've only got 10) Sami Zayn spends over a year, clawing and sweating and tearing walls down, just to get to the top of the mountain in NXT. He has the opportunity to cheat, but does it his OWN way, as beautiful, unique babyface Sami Zayn...before being no-scoped by his best friend, who debuted THAT NIGHT. The undercard isn't as strong, so I can't officially include it, but this payoff, this triumph, and this tragedy represents everything the first era of NXT was, and kickstarted it, truly, onto its first golden era. So, properly, then...

10. Takeover: Rival If you leave this list feeling like the title reigns, and thus, ERAS, of Zayn/Owens are a little under-represented by it, I completely understand. After all, so much good came from that time. American Alpha soldifying themselves as the dominant tag team, the Iron-Woman match between Sasha and Bayley, Becky Lynch putting all the pieces together, Enzo and Cass actually being GOOD...it was, still, at its heart, a developmental brand at that time. It had indie megastars, yes, but it also had the likes of Bull Dempsey. And that's not a dig at Bull Dempsey, it's just that those early Takeovers were an eclectic mix of skill levels, which is what NXT was at that time. It was a place to showcase these people. That said, some of these cards were truly *fantastic.* Case in point: Takeover: Rival. Not only was the undercard completely stacked (Hideo Itami vs. Tyler Breeze over-delivered; we had the first and still SOMEHOW ONLY Fatal 4-Way match between the Four Horsewomen; and Finn Balor vs. Neville was a solid match of the year candidate), but the main event was the first step in one of the most storied rivalries in the history of wrestling: Zayn vs. Owens. The video package is one of the best NXT ever did, and the match...was a masterpiece of simple-but unexpected booking. Zayn mistimes a leap to the outside, hits his head, and Owens responds by powerbombing him over...and over...and over again, until the ref stops the match. Zayn loses nothing, because he was never pinned, Owens is made to look even MORE the loathsome monster, and Zayn's title reign ends after just a month, without the champion nor the championship devalued in any way. It showed that NXT knew, even then, how to reward fans for their emotional investment.

9. Takeover: Portland Right now, NXT feels like it's approaching the very end of a special time in its life. Like it's on the verge of hitting critical mass. One of either Gargano or Ciampa probably leaving the company after the next Takeover, and the reign of the Undisputed Era seems to be crumbling, too. In yesteryear, this would indicate a raft of very important call-ups, neccessitating a shift in the roster and a period of calm centered around more patient character-building. NXT's existence now as a third brand throws that formula into uncertainty, but it definitely feels like they're ramping up to a finale, because goddamn, this is NXT almost at a point of self-parody. Every match is so. MUCH. Lee/Dijakovic is the pinnacle of HOT wrestling (and Lee, will you marry me?) Bianca Belair breaks out as an actual superstar...just as Charlotte decides to visit and to ruin everything, which is just dreadful timing. Gargano/Balor being everything we need it to be, and also Balor pinning Gargano with his fucking dick. And the Broserweights being VERY DUMB...but also VERY, VERY GOOD. The only thing that lets this card down...and this is obviously subjective...is that NXT has almost come TOO FAR, now, in its delivery on its main events, in that every kickout starts to beggar belief. On the level of Triple H/Undertaker at Wrestlemania 28, in that I still love it, but...hoo, it can be exhausting. Depends on how much Ring of Honor you like in your gumbo, I guess, but it feels like everyone on the roster is racing toward Tampa to explode, like a wrestling Crisis on Infinite Earths, and then MAYBE...things can calm down. Just a hair. Y'know, if Tampa even...still happens.

8. Takeover: Philadelphia If there's one man that's become synonymous with NXT, it's Johnny fucking Wrestling. You know, what would happen if a meerkat put on muscle mass and became the best set-piece wrestler this side of Daniel Bryan. We knew since he started his tag team with Tommaso Ciampa that he was an exceptional wrestler, but it wasn't until Philadelphia, and his INSANE match with Andrade "Cien" Almas, that we saw him as truly the industry's next star. It was the first Takeover match to go over 30 minutes (Sasha/Bayley at Respect went EXACTLY 30, don't @ me), it was the first NXT match to get 5 stars from Dave Meltzer (if that matters to you), and it set a new bar for Takeover main events. And while the undercard doesn't live up to it, it's still loaded with excellent matches. A.O.P. vs. the Undisputed Era is something special. Shayna Baszler makes her Takeover debut, and while she's nowhere near her prime, it cemented her immediately. Velveteen Dream and Kassius Ohno have a very fun match, and Aleister Black and Adam Cole have a ludcriously stupid no-holds-barred match, featuring two men doing with chairs what no one ought to do with chairs. But as good as all of that is, it's really a one match show, but what a match, and Ciampa ending it by being an utter bastard yet again.

7. Takeover: Brooklyn I Does the first Brooklyn Takeover feature Canadian Destroyers, 18 kick-outs and "fight forever" chants? It does not. Does it create moments of wrestling happiness that are rarely, if ever, replicated? It sure does. Firstly, Blue Pants appears and helps the Vaudevillains defeat Blake and Murphy. Seems quaint to look back on it, but it made everyone SO goddamn HAPPY that night. If you're forgetting, Leva Bates (that wrestling librarian in AEW right now) was once a comedy jobber in NXT, who wore Blue Pants. Adorable. Ignore what happened on the main roster (which is something you'll probably have to do with a lot of these shows, I imagine), but the Vaudevillains were once incredibly over (I promise!), and their win was one of several beam-inducing moments from this stellar night. Samoa Joe destroyed Baron Corbin at the height of his game, Apollo Crews debuted brilliantly (again, ignore what happens next!) and Balor and Owens' ladder match was also fantastic. Also, what's Jushin Thunder Liger doing here?? Wrestling like he's in his early 30s, that's goddamn what!! But of course, the reason we're all here is Sasha Banks vs. Bayley, and...there's still something in my eye. Anytime people want to rag on NXT for being "predictable," remind them that giving the people a moment they've genuinely prayed for...is a good thing. Bayley besting Sasha Banks at her prime just made us all...so happy. All of us. Everyone. When that curtain call took place, it was so earned. The narrative of women's wrestling dominated most of 2015, and this moment, this match, was the apex of that narrative.

6. Takeover: Chicago I And speaking of feelings...hello, Ciampa, you godless fuck. And so begins maybe the actual greatest rivalry in all of NXT. It is truly an odyessy, with twists, turns, injuries, betrayals, wounds torn open, and this is the nexus point. Well, the seeds had already sort of been planted, because Triple H knows what he's doing. Ciampa almost ALMOST turns on Gargano after their terrific match in the Cruiserweight Classic, only for the team to die another day...and what a death it was. After a great ladder match, the two stand atop the ramp, and you think "will it happen?" And the absolute bastards show you the copyright logo, just to make you think the show ends there, because it always does, seconds after that happens. You unclench, you breathe out, relax...Ciampa whispers "this is MY moment" and then...It is a perfectly engineered bait-and-switch, and exactly as vicious as it needs to be. Pats on the back, all 'round. This moment alone makes this a worthwhile Takeover, but there's also a hell of an undercard. The women's triple-threat (Ruby Riott vs. Asuka vs. Nikki Cross) is stellar, Bobby Roode and Hideo Itami have their respective best Takeover matches ever, and then there was Tyler Bate vs. Pete Dunne. An absolute show-stealer of a match, a star-making performance for both men (especially Dunne), it cemented the career of several men, and was a fully-formed GREAT show, as opposed to a good show in service to a storyline.

5. Takeover: Brooklyn IV Gargano and Ciampa's battle of brotherhood, betrayal and brainwashing was supposed to blow off at Takeover: New York, but because God hates necks, Tomato Champion was out of action, making this the final singles encounter to date, until Tampa (again, IF it even happens). This is the weakest of their 3 excellent encounters (which still makes it better than any match over SummerSlam weekend), but it also features Johnny Stupid running into a speaker, because his dumb ass can't seem to quit Ciampa. It's one of the greatest long-form feuds for a reason, mirroring Bret and Owen from 1993 into 1994, with all the repeated imagery, the callbacks, the nuances, the psychological cruelty. The street fight at Chicago II is MAYBE better, but this undercard, for me, is a lot stronger. It featured the Undisputed Era vs. Moustache Mountain, aka the Brothers Shithead vs. the Proud Circus Bear and His Beautiful Son. Velveteen Dream vs. EC3 was the closest NXT got to WWE-style storytelling and was still brilliant (remember when EC3 wrestled?), and HEY, wouldn't you know it, Kairi Sane was once a character with dimensions, as evidenced by an amazing match with Shayna Bazsler. But what makes this undercard truly stellar is Adam Cole vs. Ricochet. It is so nice to see Ricochet used well, etc., but I will still never stop pissing myself at Cole nailing him square in the jaw with a superkick WHILE HE'S MID-MOONSAULT UPSIDE-DOWN SWEET JESUS. Sometimes...sometimes...things fall exactly into place.

4. Takeover: WarGames (2018) The WarGames Takeovers are just so silly. It's a silly shoebox, filled with huge, silly men who only barely know why they're killing each other. It's as close as we ever get to WWE's now-terminal problem of "set aside whatever feuds you have right now, because it's Stipulation Month!" (see: Hell In a Cell, most Money In the Bank shows, though Elimination Chamber largely sidesteps this). The other Shoebox Takeovers are really good, no doubt, but this one stands head-and-shoulders above the rest. But there is not a bad match on this card. Kassius Ohno rides Matt Riddle's knee all the way to heaven; NXT shows why 2-out-of-3-falls is fast becoming its signature stipulation with the excellent blowoff between Sane/Baszler; Sexy Mindgames Prince had a star-making match against Tommaso Ciampa, showing why he may be the best overall character in NXT right now, and sweet lord, Aleister Black vs. Johnny Wrestling. It somehow showed that Gargano was JUST AS, if NOT MORE engaging as a dirtbag than as a good guy. And those Black Masses are presents just for me, a guy who tends to like more community theater in his wrestling than flips ("I ABSOLVE YOU...OF ALL YOUR SINS!"). And then we get to the Shoebox, and gosh it's silly! The Viking Experience, Ricochet and Pete Dunne take on the Undisputed Era, and...its a fucking LOT. 45 minutes of spots and smashing, with just a sprinkling of story, with Fish locking Dunne in his cage so he can't participate in the match. Since this seems to be what this match is designed for...let's rattle off some spots! Ricochet, jumping from one ring to the other! That amazing face-off that recreates the Captain America: Civil War poster! Perhaps the beefiest Tower of Doom in all of wrestling! And then Ricochet proving just how amazing he is...with the double moonsault off the top of the cage. What a stupid thing to do in an amazing, amazing show.

3. Takeover: Dallas I get it; a lot of people might not rank this Takeover quite so high. But it might be my actual personal favorite...? Overall...? More than any other Takeover, this show feels the most like it's filled with living, breathing superheroes. Many NXT stars are seen as just indie guys whose only gimmick is "I'm a very good wrestler," making them almost anti-WWE at the core. But NXT doesn't get enough credit for being, at its core, the best aspects of WWE. The showmanship, the things that elevate mere wrestlers to things like monsters, gods, and demons. I will always like my NXT WWE-style: the best wrestling cut with the most theater, the most camp. And Dallas is that concept, writ large. Baron Corbin coming out with lil' skulls on his shoulders. American Alpha finally becoming Super Saiyan Nerds. Asuka killing our hero, because Bayley is a person, and Asuka is a goddess who can perform brain surgery with her feet. Finn Balor coming out and going actual Texas Chainsaw Massacre on Samoa Joe. It's excellent wrestling, near-mythic visuals...and then we get to Nakamura/Zayn. The most special moment of a very special night. It is, from nearly every perspective, perfect. The hype of the crowd, salivating with anticipation. That moment when Nakamura appears in silhouette, and that violin note slides like a knife across steel, to reveal the man who set New Japan aflame. Sami Zayn getting the best possible swan song in a promotion built almost entirely on HIS back. The end of his era. That bit where they just KEEP PUNCHING ONE ANOTHER. I know it's not a perfect show (Balor/Joe stops for 3 minutes to address a cut on Joe's forehead, stalling its momentum; that Corbin/Ares match isn't as good as it could be) but that all means nothing. It's a sentimental choice, and I'd make it #1 if I could.

2. Takeover: New Orleans I went around and around in my head, and this one and #1 kept jockeying for position in my brain. But these top two Takeovers are literally note-perfect, from ship to shore, soup to nuts, top to tails. So if this is YOUR favorite? (Honestly, maybe 1 person I know who loves wrestling as much as I do will even see this mess). I'm here for you, and I understand. But this show has TWO 5-star matches from the Wrestling Observer, and I don't ever agree with that. In this case, I agree with BOTH, in the North American Championship ladder match, and the first (and so far, BEST) match in the Gargano/Ciampa feud. Everything. Is. Amazing. Shayna Bazsler became Women's Champion after BEAST-MODING her SHOULDER back INTO IT'S SOCKET to show that, YES, she gets pro-wrestling. Roderick Strong shocked the world (and the System) by joining the Undisputed Era and becoming the final Chaos Emerald needed to make that stable Super Sonic. Aleister Black took the championship from Andrade "Cien" Almas and SMILED, I fucking SAW IT! And it all depends on what you want from your wrestling, but Gargs/Tamps might actually be the best main event in Takeover history, at least from a storytelling standpoint. The crutch, the neckbrace. Each man going back to their DIY roots (the tag team - they didn't build another ring when that one broke), and then sitting side-by-side, like they did at the Cruiserweight Classic. Brothers. Completely spent. Destroyed. No one but each other. And then Ciampa shits any chance at redemption up the goddamn wall, cementing his own destruction. Every. Bit. Counts.

and #1...

Takeover: New York For a whole bunch of other wrestling fans, this has the greatest main event in Takeover history. But first, let's take a minute to appreciate how lucky we are, or were, that NXT exists. It justfies the existence of WWE, artistically, almost by itself. If this one's only slightly worse than New Orleans, it is argued, it's that the North American title ladder match was TOO good, and hurt every other match on the card. It has been argued. Not by me, but this one is somehow the most perfectly paced, perfectly sized wrestling card, on its own, ever. Every match, through alchemy or magic, manages to enthrall the crowd equally, and completely. The Viking Raiders vs. Grumpy Smaller Undertaker and the Human Pinball was off the hook incredible, and that warm "thank you" feeling has translated, currently to a man trapped in a room and a man trapped in Vince McMahon's scorn for smaller wrestlers, respectively. Matt Riddle and Velveteen Dream put on an absolute fantasy match, pitting the best of MMA vs. the best of WWE-style theatricality, and adds to the complete, demented character-world of this brand, and the fact that Dream WINS against one of the hottest new prospects is so deserved, and shows that he can, and will, shine forever brighter. Then AAAAGH WALTER vs. Pete Dunne! WALTER LAYS into poor Dunne, his chops alone having you believe that after the match, he's going to run into the arena's parking lot to FIGHT THE CARS. Then Shirai vs. Baszler vs. Sane vs. Belair and goddammit how do I even expound on that without crashing thesarus.com? And then Johnny Gargano and Adam Cole wrestled for. 40. MINUTES. With Gargano as the defacto heel because it was allegedly Cole's time. And by the match's end, he had the crowd more behind him than maybe they ever had been before. Is it a bit much? Yes. Too many kickouts? Probably. But it stands as the apex of Johnny Wrestling's journey. After everything had been taken from him: DIY, his health, his sanity, even his chance at revenge...the only thing he has left is the NXT Championship. And in that moment, he is invincible, he is more than enough.

What a show. What a host of shows.

Thanks for reading, everyone.

[closetofanxiety]

50 Wrestling Questions: Why Not

Remember this? It’s been a while. Let’s do this again. Let’s twist again like we did last summer. Or the summer of 2017 in this case.

1. What got you into wrestling?

People ask me this all the time, and I don’t really have a good answer. I’ve liked it on and off since I was very young, and who knows why you like the stuff you like when you’re a little kid? 

2. What is your favorite wrestling promotion?

Of all time: ECW, even though I would probably think of it very differently if it were happening today. Currently: Beyond Wrestling. 

3. Favorite male wrestler of all time?

Gorgeous George, but if we’re talking about people who were alive when I was alive, Dusty Rhodes. I want to say Bruiser Brody, but in my heart I would know I was just saying that to look cool. 

4. Favorite female wrestler of all time?

Gail Kim. For the longest time, she was the only woman in a major global wrestling company who got over based on her wrestling ability. She was doing stuff in TNA that was years ahead of its time, and could adapt her style to get great matches with a variety of opponents with very different backgrounds. And she can still go, as she showed in the match against Tessa Blanchard the other night. I know it would be cooler to say Bull Nakano or Chigusa Nagayo or something, but I don’t know enough of their stuff to make that claim credible. I am who I am, a person who goes to the mall to buy shoes. 

5. Favorite current male wrestler?

Nick Gage

6. Favorite current female wrestler?

Momo Watanabe 

7. Favorite theme song?

Joey Janela’s music captures his vibe perfectly, and sounds great being blasted out of PA speakers inside a small bar or VFW hall. Of all time, probably, I don’t know, Honky Tonk Man? In an ironic way that slowly becomes sincere?

8. Least favorite theme song?

Ricochet’s WWE theme music is pretty dreadful. 

9. Favorite gimmick?

Currently: Orange Cassidy. All time: Road Warriors maybe? They were almost 100 percent gimmick, and they were the biggest tag team in the world at a great time for tag team wrestling. 

10. Least favorite gimmick?

All the racist and gay-hating gimmicks that have been used throughout the years are more or less equally horrible. If we’re talking about a terrible gimmick that was non-malignant, I’d say it was taking giant indestructible ass-kicker Mike Awesome and making him “That 70s Guy.” 

11. Best entrance (either their usual entrance or a special one, like a Wrestlemania entrance)?

Gorgeous George had the best entrance of all time, and it’s been copied ever since (Ric Flair’s entrance is basically Gorgeous George’s, scored with a different piece of classical music). The Sandman also had a great entrance. He was kind of all-entrance, now that I think of it. I also love those old shows in Japan where Brody would come out to “Immigrant Song” running through the crowd, swinging a fucking chain over his head like a lunatic. An entrance that makes you fear for your life: mission accomplished. 

12. Best Undertaker Wrestlemania match?

I am not the right person to ask for Undertaker superlatives, but the Lesnar match had a legitimately shocking conclusion that I still appreciate 

13. Most overrated?

I’m tempted to incur the wrath of the online by making a contrarian hot take selection like Ken Omega, but in reality it’s probably the Undertaker. 

14. Most underrated?

There are a million choices from before the 1980s, the Before Time of contemporary pro wrestling. Edouard Carpentier, say; he was having matches in 1970 that would not look out of place in 2019. Since the 1980s, I’d say Jerry Lynn is a very strong contender for most underrated. The popular choice would be Sid or Lex Luger, but I think they’re pretty much rated exactly as they should be. 

15. Have you ever been to an event? If so, which one?

I certainly have been to many pro wrestling events. I go to one or two a month. Like a lot of things, wrestling is pretty much always fun in person. It helps that the Northeast has a ton of good companies within easy driving distance. My favorite show of all time might be Americanrana 2016. 

16. Who has the best merch?

We’re in a weird period where people on Instagram are making better shirt designs (in insanely limited editions) than the vast majority of wrestlers or wrestling companies. I will say that Kris Wolf has yet to make an ugly or boring piece of merchandise, which is a huge complication in this day and age. 

17. Do you own any merch?

Nope! Wait, I mean, “yes, entirely too much.” Shirts, 8 x 10s, DVDs, magazines, random pieces like fancy enamel badges and a stack of Okada bucks. The one thing I’ve never gotten into is action figures, and that’s probably good for the ol’ bank balance. 

18. Best nickname?

"The American Dream” Dusty Rhodes is an all-time classic. 

19. Worst nickname?

"The Game” is a dumb nickname. “The Cerebral Assassin” is also a dumb nickname. Are assassins supposed to be stupid? I bet they’re typically very smart, although of low moral character. “Triple H” is his only good nickname, and even that sounds like the nickname of a guy who owns a car dealership out by the highway.

20. Best mic skills?

Nobody was ever better than Bobby Heenan, who had incredible range and versatility. He could do comedy and he could do menace. He could do calm and he could do spitting rage. He had an uncanny sense of timing and was quicker on his feet than almost anyone. No one really comes close at matching his astonishing depth, but Dusty Rhodes was an all-time great promo. He really made you care about wrestling matches, which is not an easy thing to do.

21. Most annoying?

I mean, it has to be Vince McMahon. 

22. Most attractive male?

Is Tanahashi too obvious a choice? Best hair in wrestling. It’s incredible and luxurious, like an untamed mountain stream. Andrade “Cien” Almas or whatever they’ve shortened his name to (”And”) is a handsome man. Killer Kross: very handsome. We live in a golden age of attractive wrestlers. Just look back at the gassed-up Zubaz mastodons of the 1980s, or the territories-era guys who all looked like they were 48 years old and had pot bellies. You almost have to try to find unattractive wrestlers. Nick Gage, for instance. But I’m sure even he has his swooning admirers. 

23. Most attractive female?

Again, what a time for attractive wrestlers. It may be shallow, but wrestling is a business that’s at least partially cosmetic. Attractive people sell tickets. I would, and have, bought a ticket to see Hana Kimura. 

24. Favorite faction?

Of all time? Probably the Barry Windham-era Four Horsemen. More recently, Team Pazuzu. 

25. Worst faction?

BULLET CLUB. No, it’s not the Bullet Club, as exhausted as they’ve become. It’s probably the nWo after early 1998 or so, when they had like 60 members and dragged down every storyline. 

26. Best ring gear?

Su Yung and Pentagon Jr. 

27. Who do you think would be the nicest in real life?

I bet Jerry Lynn is a good guy to know. People in wrestling universally praise Little Guido, which is very rare. The Young Bucks seem like they might be decent dudes. Willow Nightingale told a story on a podcast about Nick Gage excitedly playing with Solo Darling’s dog backstage, so you never know. 

28. Who would be the rudest in real life?

On the indie level, it’s probably someone who doesn’t work very much. Above the indie level, I bet some of those British guys are secretly horrible, like Jimmy Havoc. 

29. Favorite heel?

Currently it’s a tie between MJF and Alisha Edwards, two of the only people who can regularly get indie crowds to boo them. Of all time, heel Flair was hard to beat. 

30. Most hardcore?

It’s definitely either a guy in Japan or a guy in Mexico, and he’s definitely been burned by explosive charges multiple times. Onita? It’s probably Onita. Or Jun Kasai? I think Onita has probably been exploded more times than Jun Kasai. 

31. A wrestler you could beat?

At wrestling? Not a single one of them. Nicholas, the small boy who won the WWE tag team championship with Braun Strowman, would wipe the floor with me. Even the most callow bodybuilder-turned-wrestler would not break a sweat beating me senseless. But writing talking points for senior administration officials in preparation for legislative testimony? Now you’re on my turf. Not so tough now, huh, Nicholas? 

32. Best story line?

Freebirds vs. Von Erichs or Stone Cold vs. Vince. My heart says the former, my head says the latter. 

33. Biggest missed opportunity for a story line?

The WWE blowing the invasion angle after purchasing WCW is the obvious one. More recently, they blew it by not turning Reigns heel. 

34. Worst story line?

Ha, so many of them. Impossible to choose just one. At least most of the dumb embarrassing Russo ones in WCW and TNA were basically harmless, like the time Samoa Joe got kidnapped by ninjas. The Chuck and Billy wedding thing was far worse. A low point even by Vince’s impressively cretinous standards.

35. Which wrestler should turn heel?

I’d like to see a Jordynne Grace heel run in Impact. Heel Finn Balor would also be good. 

36. Which wrestler should turn face?

Samoa Joe has a good fiery babyface, “I’m tired of doing your dirty work, McMahon!” run in him. 

37. Who would be the worst to room with?

Can you imagine sharing a living space with Enzo Amore? Or the thicket of twee Disney merchandise you’d have to negotiate every day if you lived with Johnny Gargano?

38. Who would be the best to room with?

I bet Eddie Edwards would be a surprisingly thoughtful roommate, like he’d always do the dishes “because I love doing them!,” that kind of thing. I have nothing to base this suspicion on, he just seems like my old roommate, Shane, who was like that. 

39. Who would be your best friend if you were a wrestler?

I’d like to say Jushin Thunder Liger, and posit that we would go on exciting adventures, but the answer is probably something like “Comp Time” Terry Dandridge, who wrestles monthly for 2Xtreme All-Pro Wrestling Alliance out of Euphoria, Kansas and has a 9 to 5 as a hardware store manager. 

40. What would your job be in a wrestling promotion?

I’d normally make a self-effacing joke here, but I do social media training at my real job, and so many wrestlers are badly in need of help in this area. 

41. Favorite wrestling podcast/Youtube channel?

I like AIW’s “The Card is Going to Change” podcast a lot, and there’s one by the owners of RevPro that’s pretty good. It’s hard to find a well-produced wrestling podcast that talks about independent wrestling. My favorite wrestling YouTube channel is OSW Review. 

42. Favorite finisher?

BURNING HAMMER

43. Least favorite finisher?

The Bayley-to-belly suplex. HOW IS THIS A FINISHING MOVE

44. Favorite match?

Kerry Von Erich vs. Jerry Lawler at Superclash III. It was a bloody, weird, engrossing spectacle, and it was the symbolic end of the territories era. 

45. Favorite PPV?

Royal Rumble is the last PPV my casual fan friends reliably want to see, and with good reason: it’s engrossing.

46. Guilty pleasure wrestler?

Big Banter Baron Corbin, but I feel no guilt here. He rules. 

47. Favorite submission?

THE KATA HA JIME, otherwise known as the Tazmission.

48. Most entertaining to watch?

All time? Randy Savage. Currently? Io Shirai. 

49. Best spot?

Anyone spitting mist into the unsuspecting eyes of their foes

50. Who do you most respect?

I respect you, booker man.

[wrestlingenthusiast]

Zelina on how Andrade has helped her in the ring on Sirius XM’s Busted Open radio

[riveliciousx]

But seriously, a proper Sin Cara vs Andrade Cien Almas feud could be gold???

AND IMAGINE ANDRADE VS AJ OR SHINSUKE OR JEFF OR--