#dom copeland

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With Stewart Copeland!!

From Dom’s insta

[dotsayers]

caught half an episode of casualty tonight and it's thrown me mentally back to my holby city phase

[hundredntwo]

radical alterity aesthetics

dom: the glowing end of a cigarette, coffee grounds at the bottom of a mug, hazy memories made on a long night out, black and white films, cold hands and warm eyes

kenny: tea in the park on a sunny morning, a warm puppy in bed, the smell of weed at a friend's house, driving with the windows down, blue gatorade

cal: dusty vinyls stacked on dusty shelves, tired eyes and cigarette smoke, callused fingers, the warm contentment of familiarity, comfortable jeans

copey: a crowded bar on a friday night, making ur friends laugh until they piss themselves, accidental headshot worthy selfies, big hands big feet big heart, the dad friend

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Behind the Ropes... a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley FanFic.

Chapter 19: my tormenta...

Just a few days later...

October 2nd, 2024. 5:12 P.M.

The house felt emptier without Jey. Rhea sat on the couch in Jon and Trinity's living room, her thoughts racing as she absently scrolled through her phone. It had been a few days since she had last seen him—since he scrambled to make that last-minute flight for the press releases and appearances after winning the Intercontinental Championship. He’d been told he had the rest of the week off, but Friday afternoon, while at Universal Studios with Jeyce and Jaciyah, everything changed.

They had been having a great time. The kids’ laughter filled the air as they explored the park, and for a moment, everything felt normal—just Rhea and Jey with the kids, enjoying themselves away from the constant chaos. But then the phone call came. Jey’s face shifted from relaxed to tense, his plans suddenly upended. He’d barely had time to drop the kids off at his Dad's house before heading to the airport and Takecia wasn't exactly too thrilled with that. Rhea had heard the whole conversation on the phone, Jey kept telling her it was for work and Takecia came back with a reply, "Last time it was work it was actually Rhea.." Rhea knew this was his life, their life now, but that didn’t make the house feel any less empty without him.

Since then, Rhea had stayed with Jon and Trinity, though her mind was occupied with preparing for their new chapter. The rental property they had signed for was coming together, with a move-in date scheduled for October 16th. Rhea had spent the week finalizing details—furniture, utilities, and packing up the few things they’d brought. The new place was meant to be a fresh start, a clean slate for both of them, but it seemed like every step forward brought another hurdle.

The news had broken about them—TMZ, of course, couldn’t resist. The photos of her and Jey at Universal with the kids were plastered all over social media, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The gossip site had also leaked that both Rhea and Jey had filed for divorce from their exes, setting the internet ablaze with speculation. Within hours, the whispers had spread to the locker room.

It wasn’t long before she felt the shift. The eyes, the whispers, the pointed stares. The locker room that had once felt like family had grown cold. Everyone had an opinion, and most of them weren’t good. People who used to greet her with warmth now kept their distance, avoiding her as if she carried some kind of scandalous disease. Rhea knew why. They saw her as the new Lita, a homewrecker, a woman who had stepped out of bounds. The tabloids were already calling her that—the next “Lita,” dredging up the old affair between Amy Dumas and Adam Copeland.

She had tried to ignore it, but it stung. She wasn’t Lita, and Jey wasn’t Edge. They weren’t even trying to hide anything anymore, not now that their divorces were public. But the locker room had made their choice, and it was clear who they were siding with. Only a small group of people still talked to them—Damian, Kayden, Finn, Dom, JD, Carlos, Liv, Joseph, Cody, and Joe. Everyone else had shut them out.

Paul hadn’t been happy about the news breaking either, even though he had known about the affair long before TMZ did. There was no way he wouldn’t have heard the whispers, and if anyone knew how to handle a situation like this, it was him. Still, Paul wasn’t prepared for the fallout, not like this. The backlash was directed mostly at her, and that made it worse. Paul had pulled Jey aside recently, confirming that he would still keep the Intercontinental Championship despite the controversy, but that hadn’t stopped the rumors. Some people had gone straight to Paul, questioning if Jey deserved to hold the title after everything that had come out.

Worse, the questions had spread to her and Damian’s spots on the roster as the indestructible forces known as the 'Terror Twins'. People were wondering if they should even still be there. That got to her the most—knowing that Damian, her best friend, was under fire because of choices she had made. Damian tried to reassure her, told her to ignore the noise, but she could tell it bothered him too. The isolation, the whispers, the judgment—it was all starting to weigh her down.

Rhea leaned back into the couch, her eyes focused on nothing in particular. "Lita," she muttered under her breath, the word tasting bitter on her tongue. She wasn’t some villainous seductress out to ruin lives. Her relationship with Jey had been complicated, messy, but it had never been malicious. Why couldn’t anyone see that?

She sighed, pulling up her messages. Damian had texted her earlier about traveling with Jey for the next few weeks. It was weird for Jey, she knew that much. People were looking at him differently now, the same way they were looking at her. Every time he walked into the locker room, there were whispers. Damian said Jey shrugged it off, but she knew it hurt. It was more than just the locker room—it was the magazines, the fans, everyone who thought they knew their story when they didn’t even know the half of it.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed again. It was Jey.

"Miss me?" his text read, followed by a picture of him and Damian grinning like idiots, standing outside some press event. Rhea couldn't help but smile.

"More than you know," she replied, feeling a little lighter. She missed him, missed their quiet moments together, the way he always made her feel like she could breathe when everything else felt suffocating.

But for now, they had to deal with the storm they were in, together. No matter how many people turned their backs, they still had each other—and for Rhea, that was enough.

--

Jey stood off to the side, his eyes drifting around the bustling crowd at the WWE Fanatics event. The air buzzed with excitement, fans eager to catch a glimpse of their favorite superstars, and media lined up, ready to grab interviews. Tiffany Stratton and Nia Jax were up next for interviews, and Jey and Damian would follow them. He glanced at his phone and smiled as he texted Rhea, letting her know that everything was going smoothly.

"Miss me?" he had texted a few minutes ago, and her reply made him feel a little closer to home, even in the middle of the chaos.

Next to him, Damian nudged his arm. "Got the email," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Jey arched a brow. "Email for what?"

"The chef," Damian replied, holding up his phone. "It’s confirmed. October 12th, Jon and Trinity’s new place. Rhea’s birthday is gonna be legendary, man."

Jey felt a rush of relief. He had come to Damian needing help organizing something special for Rhea’s 28th birthday. With everything that had been happening—their relationship being exposed, the constant judgment from everyone around them, and the overwhelming stress—Jey wanted to give her a moment to forget it all. Something intimate, something just for them and the few people who still had their backs.

Rhea’s birthday was on October 11th, but they had planned to hold the event on the 12th. Jon and Trinity had been in the middle of moving to their new home in Pensacola, and while most of their belongings had already been moved, they were still waiting for the electricity to be turned on, which wouldn’t happen until Friday night. For now, there were just the essentials left in the house—two beds, one for Rhea and the other for Jon and Trinity, along with the couches. Jey, however, it was easy for him and Rhea to move because Takecia was keeping the house and the furniture and Rhea refusing to set foot in her old home; it was only fair to both of them they get new everything: furniture, decor etc.

Damian had taken charge of booking the private chef, a rising star on Instagram, known for creating luxurious in-home dining experiences. That part of the plan was locked in. Now, Jey was on the hunt for the right party planner, someone who could bring his vision to life—a Great Gatsby-themed party. It wasn’t just because of the extravagance of the theme; it was for Rhea. Jon had mentioned that she had been glued to that movie, watching it on repeat since everything went down. Jey didn’t need to ask why. He could feel it every time he spoke to her, that something was off, something she wasn’t telling him. She always shrugged it off, telling him she was fine, but he knew better. He’d seen that kind of coping before.

"You sure she doesn’t suspect anything?" Damian asked, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"Nah, man," Jey said, though his voice carried a trace of doubt. "She keeps saying everything’s fine, but I can tell something’s wrong."

Damian gave him a look. "And she’s still watching The Great Gatsby?"

"Over and over," Jey said, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. "I know she’s hurting, but she won’t let me in. Every time I ask, she just brushes it off."

"That’s her way of dealing, I guess," Damian said with a shrug. "You know Rhea—she’s not gonna show it until she’s ready."

Jey sighed. "Yeah, but I want to do something, you know? This birthday, it’s gotta be perfect. It’s the least I can do after everything she’s been through."

Damian nodded. "Well, between the chef and the theme, she’s gonna love it. We just gotta keep it quiet."

As they stood there, waiting for their cue to head to the interview area, Jey’s phone buzzed again. This time it was Jon, texting him about the final details for the house move.

Jon: Got an email, the electricity will be on Friday morning instead of Friday night. You’re good for the 12th. Just make sure you get that party planner locked in Uce.

Jey smiled at the message. Jon had been nothing but supportive since everything had blown up. He and Trinity had opened their home to them, and now they were offering their new place for Rhea’s party. They knew, just as much as Jey did, how much Rhea needed this, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

Jey: Thanks, Uce. I’m on it.

He tucked his phone back into his pocket just as the crew signaled for them to head over for the interview.

"Ready?" Damian asked, adjusting his jacket.

"Yeah, let’s do this," Jey replied, but his mind was already racing ahead. The party planner, the decorations, the perfect Gatsby-style extravagance. He wanted everything to be flawless, a night where Rhea could escape, even if just for a few hours, from all the noise, all the judgment, all the hurt.

As they made their way to the interview area, the weight of everything lingered in the back of Jey’s mind. He couldn’t change what people thought of them, couldn’t erase the judgment they were facing, but he could give Rhea something special. Something that showed her, without a doubt, how much she meant to him.

--

Trinity pushed open the door to their soon-to-be former home, her steps echoing in the mostly empty space. The house was almost cleared out now, with only a few essential items left. As she walked into the living room, she saw Rhea lying on the couch, staring at her phone. The Great Gatsby was playing yet again, the small screen glowing in the dim room.

Trinity sighed softly. "Rhea, you’ve gotta stop with that movie," she said, walking over. "Come on, you know you need our help picking out the furniture. You still need to choose your master bedroom set and the two guest bedrooms."

Rhea groaned but didn’t look away from her phone. She knew Trinity was right, but it was hard to pull herself out of the comfort zone she had built with the movie playing on repeat. The familiarity of it kept her mind from wandering too far into the painful realities of her life.

Trinity sat down beside her, nudging her leg. "I mean it. You can’t leave this all to me. The only thing I need is a new dining room set—everything else is on you."

Rhea let out a deep sigh and paused the movie. She knew this was important, and she didn’t want to leave all the decisions up to Trinity. "Okay, okay," she muttered, sitting up. "I’m coming."

Trinity smiled, standing up and giving Rhea’s arm a light tug. "Good. I promise it’ll be fun. You get to make the place feel like home."

Reluctantly, Rhea slid her phone into her pocket and followed Trinity out the door. Jon’s Mustang was parked in the driveway, the trunk still loaded with boxes and bags that hadn’t found a place yet. Jon leaned against the car, scrolling through his phone, but looked up as the women approached.

"Finally!" Jon teased, smirking at Rhea. "Took you long enough."

Rhea rolled her eyes but managed a small smile. She slid into the crowded backseat of the Mustang, squeezing herself in among the bags and random belongings that still needed to be moved.

Jon hopped into the driver’s seat and started the engine. "Ready to buy a whole house worth of furniture in one afternoon?"

"Not really," Rhea muttered, resting her head against the window.

The drive to Furniture Row was filled with easy conversation between Jon and Trinity, though Rhea stayed mostly quiet. She was still feeling disconnected, like her mind was stuck in a fog. It was hard to focus on anything other than the chaos swirling in her life—her divorce, the media circus, the whispers from the locker room.

But today wasn’t about any of that. Today was about her future, her new home with Jey, and making it their own. As they pulled into the large parking lot of Furniture Row, she tried to push the heaviness aside. This was supposed to be a fresh start, and she needed to start embracing it, even if it felt overwhelming.

Jon parked, and the three of them stepped out into the warm afternoon sun. Trinity was already excited, practically dragging Rhea toward the entrance of the massive showroom.

Inside, the store was a maze of beautifully arranged rooms, each setup more elaborate than the last. Rhea felt a little daunted by the sheer number of choices, but she knew she had to focus. The new rental needed furniture, and she didn’t want to put this off any longer.

Trinity guided her toward the bedroom section first, eyeing different sets. "Okay, you’ve got the master and two guest rooms to fill. Let’s start with your room—something comfortable, luxurious. You deserve it."

Rhea nodded, though the enthusiasm still wasn’t there. She wandered through the rows of beds, running her fingers along the soft headboards and polished wood frames. Eventually, a king-sized bedroom set caught her eye. It was white and elegant, the kind of bed that invited you to sink in and forget about the world for a while.

"I like this one," Rhea said, her voice a little stronger. "For the master bedroom." She had wanted to get away from the black due to having black furniture with Matt.

Trinity smiled. "Perfect. Now let’s find something for the guest rooms."

They spent the next hour moving through the store, selecting two more simple yet cozy bed sets for the guest rooms, Rhea had decided to make them boy friendly for Jey's kids out of respect for both of them. The two then made their way to the dining section. Rhea tried to focus on the details, even though part of her still wanted to retreat.

In the dining area, Jon was already checking out options for Trinity’s new set, running his hands over the surfaces of various tables and chairs. "So what are you thinking, Rhea?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. "Rustic? Modern?"

Rhea took a deep breath, looking over the different sets. She wasn’t sure what style she wanted, but a sleek dark wood table with matching upholstered chairs caught her attention. It was understated yet elegant—something that could work for both formal dinners and casual meals with Jey and their close friends.

"That one," she said, pointing to the table. "It feels right."

Jon and Trinity exchanged a smile, pleased to see Rhea starting to get into the spirit of things.

"You’ve got good taste," Jon commented, stepping over to examine the table more closely. "This’ll look great in your new place."

Rhea smiled, a small sense of accomplishment settling over her. It wasn’t much, but it was a step toward building the life she and Jey were trying to create. Maybe the fog she’d been trapped in was beginning to lift, even if just a little.

As they headed back to the Mustang, with orders placed and delivery dates set, Jon tossed the keys in the air, catching them with a grin. "Not bad for an afternoon of work."

"Yeah," Rhea said, the corners of her lips curling into a smile. "Not bad at all, hope Jey doesn't freak out too much on the pricing..."

"He will be just okay with the $800 down payment you just dropped.." Jon said grinning.

Rhea's Master Bedroom Set:

Rhea's Guest Bedroom Sets:

Trinity's Dining Room Set:

As they walked out of the furniture store, Rhea’s phone buzzed in her hand. She smiled faintly as she saw the message from Jey—he had finally replied to the pictures she’d sent him of the bedroom and dining sets.

"These are great, babe," his message read, followed quickly by, "How’s your day going?"

Rhea’s fingers tapped away quickly, filling him in on the afternoon. The two messaged back and forth for a while, exchanging updates and little comments, their conversation offering her some comfort in the otherwise heavy day. Even though Jey wasn’t physically there, the connection they had through their messages felt grounding.

As Jon pulled the Mustang out of the parking lot and back onto the road, Trinity spoke up from the passenger seat. "You hungry, Rhea? We’re thinking Chick-fil-A. Want something?"

Rhea, feeling a hunger she hadn’t noticed before, nodded. "Yeah, I could eat."

They stopped at the drive-thru and ordered their meals. Jon drove slowly through the line, the trio choosing to eat in the car for privacy. Rhea leaned back, nibbling on her food while glancing at her phone every so often, waiting for Jey’s next message.

By the time they pulled back into the driveway, the sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, casting long shadows across the nearly empty house. Enjoying their final days in the home before they officially moved out.

Jon tossed his keys on the kitchen counter and stretched. "I’ll get us some drinks. You guys sit tight."

Rhea and Trinity settled onto the couch, and for a moment, the room was quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic from outside. Trinity turned toward Rhea, a serious yet gentle expression on her face.

"You sure you’re okay?" Trinity asked, her tone laced with genuine concern. "You’ve been… well, kind of distant lately. With everything going on, I just want to make sure you're good."

Rhea forced a small smile, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. "I’m fine, really," she answered reflexively. But deep down, she knew that wasn’t true.

Trinity leaned back, eyeing her knowingly. "Girl, come on. You’ve been watching The Great Gatsby on repeat. I mean, I get it, Leo is gorgeous, but…" She nudged Rhea playfully. "You’re a little obsessed, don’t you think?"

Rhea let out a soft laugh, but it was hollow. The mention of the movie made her stomach tighten—a reminder of the emotional weight it carried for her, one that she hadn’t shared with anyone yet.

Just then, Jon returned with three glasses, passing them out. He took a seat on the couch beside Trinity, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the tension between the two women. "Everything okay?"

Rhea hesitated for a moment, looking down at the drink in her hand. She swirled the liquid, watching it move, before glancing up at both of them. Her chest tightened, but she knew she couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore.

"Do you two really want to know why I’ve been watching The Great Gatsby so much?" she asked softly, her voice almost trembling. Jon and Trinity exchanged curious glances before nodding, leaning in slightly.

Rhea took a deep breath. "It’s… it’s the saddest love story ever written. Every time I watch it, I feel like I’m Daisy, stuck between Gatsby and her husband, Tom. But in my case, Jey is Gatsby, and… this whole mess we’re in—this thing called reality—that’s Tom."

Her words hung in the air, and the weight of them hit hard. Jon’s face grew serious, and Trinity listened intently, nodding for Rhea to continue.

Rhea pressed on, her voice shaking as she tried to explain the complexity of her feelings. "Daisy loved Gatsby, but she couldn’t give him everything. She couldn’t fully break free from her life with Tom, and in the end… she let Gatsby down. She broke his heart. And I keep thinking… what if I’m like Daisy? What if I can’t give Jey all of me? What if I let him down, just like she did?"

Tears welled up in Rhea’s eyes, but she blinked them back, trying to stay composed. "I love Jey. I love him so much it hurts, but… I feel like I’m betraying everything I ever stood for. All the sneaking around we did, the lies… I hate it. It made me feel like I wasn’t the person I thought I was."

Jon’s hand reached out, resting gently on her shoulder. "You’re not Daisy," he said firmly. "This isn’t some book. You’re doing the best you can with a difficult situation. You’re not betraying anyone by loving Jey."

Trinity nodded, her voice soft but full of support. "You’ve been through so much, Rhea and Jey? He’s not Gatsby—he’s not going to ask you to give up pieces of yourself. He loves you for you."

Rhea shook her head, emotions swirling in her chest. "But it’s not just about him. It’s about me, too. Every time we snuck around, it felt like I was betraying the values I’ve always held—loyalty, honesty… But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t help it because I am in love with him. However, that doesn’t take away the guilt."

The tears that had been threatening finally spilled over, and Rhea wiped them away quickly. "I feel like I’ve let everyone down. The fans, the locker room, even myself. No matter how much I try to justify it, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m… broken."

The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of Rhea’s crying. Jon and Trinity didn’t rush to respond. They let her speak, let her pour out the raw truth that had been buried beneath the surface for so long.

After a moment, Trinity leaned forward, her voice steady and warm. "Rhea, you are not broken. You’re human and humans make mistakes. We do things we regret, and we deal with guilt. But that doesn’t define you. What matters is that you’re moving forward, and that you love Jey in the way that matters—the real, deep kind of love that doesn’t fade."

Jon nodded in agreement. "You and Jey? You’re not some tragic love story. You’re writing your own story, and it’s not over yet. You’re stronger than you think."

Rhea wiped her face again, her breathing starting to steady. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt a little less alone. Jon and Trinity understood—they didn’t judge her, they didn’t see her as Daisy or Gatsby or Tom. They saw her as Rhea, their friend, who was trying to make sense of the mess she was in.

"You’re not going to let Jey down," Jon said gently. "Because you’ve already given him the most important thing—you."

Rhea nodded, feeling the weight on her chest start to ease just a little. She wasn’t sure where things would go from here, but maybe, just maybe, she could start to believe that she wasn’t doomed to live out a tragedy like the one in The Great Gatsby.

Maybe her story—hers and Jey’s—was still unfolding, and it didn’t have to end in heartbreak.

After their heartfelt conversation, Jon felt a surge of inspiration. "You know what? I still have my laptop in the car," he said suddenly, his eyes brightening. "How about we watch a movie together? It might be nice to unwind after everything."

Rhea and Trinity exchanged hopeful glances, their spirits lifting at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect!" Trinity replied, her enthusiasm breaking the heavy air that had settled around them.

As Jon stepped out to retrieve his laptop, he felt a sense of urgency. He needed to talk to Jey about the birthday party he was planning for Rhea. This was a critical moment; he had to make sure that whatever celebration was in store wouldn’t inadvertently remind Rhea of her current struggles. He dialed Jey’s number, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

“Hey, what’s up?” Jey answered, his tone warm but laced with an underlying tension.

"Listen, man," Jon started, taking a breath to steady himself. "I was thinking about the birthday party for Rhea."

“Yeah? What about it?” Jey sounded curious but slightly distracted.

“I think you should rethink the theme. The Great Gatsby might not be the best choice right now,” Jon said, his voice steady but urgent.

There was a pause on the other end. Jon could almost hear Jey’s gears turning. “Why’s that?” he finally asked.

Jon knew he had to be candid. “Rhea’s been watching that movie on repeat. It’s an emotional story for her, and with everything going on, celebrating her birthday with that theme could stir up feelings she’s still processing.”

A moment of silence lingered, and Jon could hear the faint sounds of the venue around Jey. He imagined his friend standing there, a mix of surprise and contemplation washing over him. “I thought something was off when she started watching it so much,” Jey admitted, his tone softening. "Damian, the Great Gatsby is off.."

Suddenly, Jon heard Damian's voice in the background, animatedly arguing in rapid Spanish. “What’s he saying?” he asked, unable to suppress his curiosity.

“Damian, ENGLISH AGAIN!” Jey snapped, a hint of amusement breaking through his frustration.

Jon chuckled, picturing the chaos unfolding on the other side of the line. “Sounds like a classic Damian moment. Always trying to keep things spicy.”

“I’ll find a different theme,” Jey said, sounding resolute. “Thanks for the heads-up, Jon. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, man. Just looking out for her,” Jon replied, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. Changing the theme would be a significant step toward creating a celebration filled with joy rather than reminders of heartache.

After ending the call, Jon returned to the living room, where Rhea and Trinity were waiting expectantly. He settled onto the couch, opening his laptop and searching for something lighthearted to watch. The weight of their earlier conversation lingered in the air, but the anticipation of a fun movie night began to lift their spirits.

Rhea, still processing her feelings, snuggled up beside Trinity, who threw an arm around her in a comforting embrace. "You know, we could go for something funny," Jon suggested, scrolling through options. "How about a classic comedy? Something to make us laugh."

"That sounds perfect," Rhea replied, her voice a touch lighter. "I could use a good laugh."

The camaraderie of Rhea's family was a balm for her weary heart. While shadows of her situation still loomed large, moments like these reminded her that she wasn’t alone. She felt grateful for Jon and Trinity, their unwavering support providing her with a sense of stability amidst the chaos.

As the movie played, Rhea found herself laughing along with Jon and Trinity. The shared joy, the lighthearted jokes, and the easy banter made her momentarily forget the heaviness she had been carrying. Each laugh was like a small victory, a reminder that even in the midst of turmoil, happiness could still find its way through.

Yet, deep down, Rhea grappled with her emotions. The thoughts of Jey, the affair, and the impending changes weighed heavily on her. She knew their love was real, but the fear of hurting him, of being the Daisy to his Gatsby, was overwhelming. She silently wished for clarity, for strength, to navigate the storm that lay ahead.

As laughter echoed in the room, Rhea felt a sense of warmth envelop her. She glanced at her family, their faces lit with joy, and for the first time in days, she allowed herself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, she could find a way forward—one day, one moment at a time.

-

Jey sat on the edge of the hotel bed, running his hand through his hair in frustration as Damian paced the room, tossing out random ideas for Rhea’s birthday theme. "What about a ‘90s retro vibe?” Damian suggested, to which Jey shook his head.

"Nah, man. She’s not into that." Jey sighed. Ever since Jon had warned them not to go with the Great Gatsby theme, they had been stuck, unable to agree on a new direction for Rhea’s 28th birthday.

They were still deep in discussion when Damian’s phone buzzed. He checked it and grinned. “Kayden wants to hit up a club tonight.”

Jey looked up, feeling a mix of hesitation and exhaustion. "A club? I don’t know, man. You know I’m not really feeling all that right now."

Damian, always the persuasive one, nudged him. "Come on, bro. You need a break. All we’ve been doing is planning and stressing. It’s just one night. You need to chill."

Jey paused, thinking about how much backlash he and Rhea had faced since their relationship became public. He had been trying to lay low ever since, avoiding the spotlight outside the ring. “I don’t know, D. What if we run into trouble?”

Damian rolled his eyes. “No one’s gonna bother us, man. We’ll keep it lowkey. Just a couple of drinks, good music, and we’re out. I swear.”

After a few moments, Jey gave in, deciding to put Rhea’s birthday plans on hold for the night. “Alright, fine. But I’m holding you to that lowkey promise.”

Both guys got dressed—Jey pulling on a black hoodie and Damian in his usual all-black outfit with his signature leather jacket. They met Kayden in the hotel lobby, and she greeted Damian with a huge smile, throwing her arms around him. “You guys ready?”

Jey stayed quiet, still unsure about the whole idea, but followed them as they climbed into an Uber and made their way to the club. When they arrived, there was a long line out the door, and Jey’s nerves flared up again. But as they exited the car, the bouncer spotted Damian and grinned, pointing at his Damian Priest shirt.

“Ayo, Priest! Come on in, man, WEPA!” the bouncer said, pulling the velvet rope to let them inside. Jey shot Damian a look.

Damian just shrugged. “What can I say? Lowkey, right?”

Inside, the music was loud, the crowd packed and buzzing with energy. The lights flashed in every direction, and Jey instantly regretted agreeing to come. He slouched a little, trying to disappear into his hoodie, but Damian was already calling over a waitress.

“Three Coronas, three shots of Patrón with lime,” Damian ordered, handing her his credit card.

Jey blinked at him, confused. “What the fuck happened to lowkey?”

Damian just grinned. “This is how I do lowkey.”

Jey reluctantly took the first shot, feeling the heat of the Patrón hit him instantly. The lime did little to help. A few shots later, the hesitation he had felt all night started to fade. He found himself grinning, laughing at Kayden and Damian’s drunken jokes, the trio on the verge of tipping over in the booth. The stress of the last few weeks seemed to lift, if only temporarily.

Jey then had an idea. Not his best one. “Yo, should I ask the DJ to play my theme song?”

Kayden snorted with laughter, and Damian, clearly just as buzzed, grinned wide. “I bet you 200 bucks you won’t do it.”

Fueled by the alcohol and Damian’s dare, Jey downed another shot of Patrón and staggered toward the DJ booth. The security guard standing nearby recognized him and smiled.

“Jey Uso, right? Big fan, man.”

Jey smirked, the alcohol making him bolder. “I bet you won’t play my theme music.”

The DJ, clearly up for the challenge, grabbed the mic and hyped up the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got the honor of hosting WWE’s newest Intercontinental Champion, Jey Uso!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Jey felt a surge of adrenaline as the DJ blasted his theme song. His heart pounded with the bass, the crowd's energy sweeping him up.

Then, in another questionable decision, Jey grabbed the mic and started shouting, “YEET! YEET!” The crowd caught on quickly, chanting along with him.

In that moment, Jey was completely in his element, lost in the noise and the chants. The worries and backlash melted away as the crowd responded with deafening YEETs, each one louder than the last. But deep down, as the music blared and the shots continued to burn through him, Jey couldn’t shake the feeling that this was going to come back to bite him.

After Jey led the crowd in a rowdy YEET chant, he tipped the DJ generously and leaned in, asking, “Yo, can you play some early 2000s hip-hop?” The DJ nodded, and Jey smiled, stumbling slightly as he made his way back to the booth, still riding the high of the crowd's energy.

But before he could get there, he felt someone grab his hand. Turning around, he was met with a mischievous grin from a random woman who had made her way toward him. “Hey, you wanna party in the bathroom?” she asked, her eyes flashing with something Jey wasn’t entirely comfortable with. He was still processing what was happening when suddenly, Kayden stepped between them, glaring at the woman.

“He’s not interested. Jey’s with us,” Kayden snapped, her voice firm.

The woman’s smile faded, and she gave Jey a smug look. “We all know you cheat,” she said, her words dripping with venom. Jey’s heart skipped a beat. For a split second, the alcohol’s haze lifted, and reality came crashing back. All the backlash, the judgment, and the scrutiny he and Rhea had been facing since their relationship became public hit him like a punch in the gut.

Kayden grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the woman before things could escalate. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” she said, her voice low but urgent.

Jey didn’t argue. Kayden led him back to Damian, who was still laughing, completely oblivious to what had just happened. “We need to go,” she told him quickly, not waiting for Damian to ask why.

The three of them pushed through the packed club, weaving between groups of people, the flashing lights and pounding music making Jey’s head spin. Just as they reached the exit, they were greeted by the one thing Jey didn’t want to deal with: paparazzi.

Cameras flashed in their faces, blinding him. Jey tried to block the flashes with his arm, frustration bubbling up as the photographers shouted his name, asking intrusive questions. "Jey! Over here! Is Rhea with you tonight? What's going on with the relationship?"

The alcohol made everything worse, clouding his judgment and making his annoyance flare. Kayden, seeing the situation spiraling, acted fast. She spotted a line of taxis nearby and grabbed both Jey and Damian by the hands, tugging them toward a free cab.

“Royal Sonesta, please!” Kayden called out to the driver as they climbed inside. The taxi sped off just as the paparazzi gathered around, trying to snap more photos, but the car pulled away too quickly for them to follow.

Inside the taxi, Jey leaned back, rubbing his face. “Man, I knew this was a bad idea.”

Kayden, still holding Damian’s hand, looked over at him. “Yeah, you’re right. But we’re out now. Let’s just get back to the hotel and call it a night.”

Damian, still buzzed but sensing the shift in energy, nodded in agreement. “Lowkey, right?” he said, giving Jey a half-smile.

Jey didn’t laugh this time. He just stared out the window, feeling the weight of the night—and his choices—settle heavily on his shoulders.

The taxi finally pulled up to the Royal Sonesta, and the three of them stumbled out, struggling to walk straight. Jey felt like his mind was clearer now, but his body was still betraying him, the alcohol lingering in his system. “I may be alert now, but my body is still messed up,” he muttered, trying to laugh it off, but the words slurred as they left his mouth.

Damian stretched, still riding the buzz. “I’m gonna spend the night with Kayden,” he said, giving Jey a lazy grin before he and Kayden disappeared down the hallway toward their room.

Jey nodded, trying to focus on his own journey down the hall. He felt the room spin slightly as he walked, forcing him to grab onto the wall every few steps. “Come on, Uso… you got this,” he whispered to himself, determined to make it to his door without puking.

When he finally reached his room, he fumbled with his key card, barely managing to get it into the slot. The door clicked open, and Jey stumbled inside. That’s when everything started to go downhill.

His head started spinning, the room tilting and swaying like he was on a boat. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He bent down to take off his shoes, but the motion sent his body off balance. Before he could stop it, he pitched forward, hitting the carpet with a dull thud.

Jey groaned, his mind too foggy to process the situation. The last thing he remembered before darkness took over was the sensation of his cheek pressed against the floor, and then he was out cold, knocked out by the weight of exhaustion and alcohol.

—

9:08 AM Thursday October 3rd.

Rhea groggily turned off her alarm without even glancing at her phone. She shuffled toward the bathroom, her body still half-asleep. As she washed her face, she reached for her toothbrush but paused when she realized she was out of toothpaste. With a frustrated sigh, she decided to head to Jon and Trinity’s room to borrow some.

Still rubbing her eyes, Rhea knocked lightly before stepping inside. She barely noticed how quickly both Jon and Trinity put away their phones as soon as she entered. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Hey, can I borrow some toothpaste?"

Trinity, looking alarmed, didn’t respond right away. She glanced at Jon, who just kept his head down, pretending to be busy with something else. Without saying a word, Trinity pointed toward the bathroom. Rhea now had the most curious and annoyed look on her face.

Rhea, now fully awake and sensing something was off, hesitated. "Okay... What’s going on?" she asked, looking between them.

Trinity sighed, exchanging another glance with Jon. After a brief pause, she reached over to her nightstand and handed Rhea her phone, a look of reluctance on her face. "You might want to see this," Trinity said softly.

Confused, Rhea took the phone and saw the screen filled with social media posts—pictures of Jey at the club the night before, stumbling out, surrounded by paparazzi, looking drunk and out of control. There were headlines, too, speculating about his behavior and dragging their relationship back into the spotlight.

Her stomach sank. “What the hell?” Rhea muttered, scrolling through the comments, each one harsher than the last. All the backlash she and Jey had fought was suddenly flaring up again even worse.

Trinity watched her carefully. “We didn’t want you to find out like this. Jon’s been trying to get ahold of Jey all morning, but he hasn’t answered.”

Rhea's hands tightened around the phone as she felt a wave of frustration, anger, and disappointment wash over her. "I can’t believe this..." she whispered, feeling her heart race as she tried to make sense of it all.

Rhea handed Trinity her phone back, her mind racing as she headed back to her room. She needed to check her own phone and see if Jey had reached out. As she opened her messages, she noticed a series of texts from him, sent late last night while she had been asleep. Her heart sank as she scrolled through them, each message progressively more incoherent and filled with typos.

9:38 PM

Hey Rhea, just wanna say goodnight. You’re the best. ❤️

10:08 PM

I’m out with Damian… we’re just chillin. You shoulda come!

11:49 PM

Dude, this place is crazy! I feel like a champ! U should be here!

12:12 Am

Can’t believe it…. I’m thaaaaa champ.! YEET! Where u at?!

1:48 AM

U should’ve come with me! Rhea plz! Everyone’s here and they know me. I miss u. Where’d u go? I love u!🤍

Her heart ached at the sight of the last message, the way his affection spilled out in a drunken haze mixed with desperation. Just then, her phone rang, and she glanced at the screen to see it was Paul calling. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she answered, “Hi, Paul.”

“Rhea, hey,” he said with a heavy sigh. “Have you been in touch with Jey?”

She hesitated for a moment before replying, “I received a goodnight text from him at 9:30, but that was it,” she lied, trying to keep her tone professional.

“Okay, I just wanted to check in. We’re getting a lot of press about his night out, and I need to know if he is okay…” Paul said, his voice filled with concern.

“I’ll try to reach him,” Rhea replied, her heart racing. After hanging up, she immediately attempted to call Jey, but it went straight to voicemail. Panic set in as she left a message, her voice shaky. “Jey, it’s Rhea. Please call me back. I need to know you’re okay. I’m worried about you.”

She ended the call, staring at her phone, unsure of what to do next. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her chest, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that this night was going to change everything.

—

Damian woke up with a splitting headache, a throbbing reminder of the chaotic night before. He squinted against the sunlight streaming through the curtains, the brightness only amplifying his discomfort. In the corner of the room, Kayden was doing yoga, gracefully transitioning into the King Pigeon pose. She took a deep breath, her focus unwavering, and as she held the position, she glanced back at him.

“Good morning,” Damian mumbled, still rubbing his temples.

“Morning! You look rough,” Kayden replied with a teasing smile before taking another deep breath. “Jey, Press, Paul,” she added, her tone shifting slightly as she remembered the events of the night before.

Damian kissed her on the cheek, his mind racing. He quickly got dressed and left the room, making his way to his and Jey’s hotel room. When he opened the door, his heart dropped. Jey was passed out on the floor, tangled in his clothes, and it was clear he hadn’t made it to bed.

“Jey!” Damian exclaimed, rushing over and rolling him onto his back. He shook him vigorously, trying to rouse him from his slumber. Jey struggled to open his eyes, but when he finally managed to do so, he immediately shut them again, groaning.

“Come on, man! Wake up!” Damian shouted, panic creeping into his voice. He could see that Jey was disoriented, his expression blank as he tried to piece together where he was and what had happened.

“What... what time is it?” Jey mumbled, his words slurred and barely coherent.

“It’s late, dude! We have a situation,” Damian urged, looking at Jey with urgency. “Paul’s been trying to reach you. You’re all over the news! You can’t just sleep this off!”

Jey finally blinked a few times, slowly processing Damian's words. “What do you mean? What’s going on?” he asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, clearly still struggling to shake off the remnants of the night.

“Last night was a mess! You need to get up!” Damian said, feeling the pressure mounting as he watched Jey try to come to terms with reality. The gravity of the situation was beginning to dawn on Jey, and the look in his eyes shifted from confusion to concern as he realized he had to take responsibility for his actions.

“Fucking told you ‘lowkey’ would get us into trouble!” Jey yelled, his voice hoarse from the night’s escapades. But Damian ignored him, staring intently at his phone.

“We're going to be in big trouble,” Damian muttered, swiping through notifications. He turned the screen towards Jey, showing him the litany of missed calls and messages. Jey's heart sank as he processed the numbers: three missed calls from Paul, four messages from Rhea, seven missed calls from Rhea, and two voicemails.

Jey took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. His hands trembled slightly as he quickly grabbed his own phone, the screen lighting up with notifications. His heart raced as he saw the chaos unfold before him: seven missed calls from Jon, four missed calls from Trinity, four from Paul, and that’s when it hit him like a freight train—fifteen missed calls from Rhea, along with several voicemails.

“Oh no,” he muttered, his stomach dropping. “What the hell did I do last night?”

Damian ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. “We need to figure this out, like, now. Rhea’s worried sick, and you know how Paul can get. We can't just ignore this.”

Jey’s mind raced as he tried to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night. “I didn’t mean to cause this mess,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to have a good time for once. I didn’t think it would spiral like this.”

“Yeah, well, it did,” Damian replied sharply. “We need to face the music. Start by calling Paul back.”

Jey nodded, swallowing hard as he dialed Paul’s number. The phone rang, and with each tone, his anxiety grew. He could only hope he would pick up and that somehow, he could make this right before it went any further downhill.

After what felt like an eternity, Paul answered the phone after just two rings. His tone was clipped, and Jey braced himself for the inevitable lecture.

“Jey, listen to me. Just listen. I don’t want to hear excuses right now,” Paul began, his voice heavy with frustration. “I understand that the relationship being leaked has been eating at your mentality, but this? Getting completely fucked up at a club? That’s not how you handle things.”

Jey winced, guilt flooding through him. He opened his mouth to respond, but Paul cut him off again.

“Worse yet, you thought it was a good idea to go up to the DJ and ask him to play your theme song? What were you thinking?” Paul continued, his voice rising. “You’re representing WWE, and this behavior is unacceptable. You’re supposed to be a professional!”

“I didn’t mean to—” Jey began, but Paul was relentless.

“You didn’t mean to what? Make a spectacle of yourself? You didn’t think your actions could have repercussions? This isn’t just about you, Jey; it affects the entire roster and the company’s reputation!”

Jey felt his stomach churn as he absorbed the weight of Paul’s words. “I know, Paul. I messed up. I just... I wanted to get my mind off everything, you know? With the whole situation with Rhea—”

“Save it!” Paul snapped. “You’re dismissed for the remainder of the weekend. You’re lucky I’m not taking your title away from you right now. You’re also being fined five thousand dollars for this stunt.”

Jey’s heart sank. “Five thousand?”

“Yeah, five thousand,” Paul replied, his tone still icy. “Also have Damian call me. He’s going to have to deal with this too. You need to get it together and face the consequences of your actions.”

“Understood,” Jey muttered, feeling defeated.

“Good. We’ll talk later.” With that, Paul hung up.

As Jey ended the call, the weight of his choices crashed down on him. He looked over at Damian, who was watching him intently. “Well?” Damian asked, crossing his arms.

“Paul’s furious,” Jey admitted, running a hand through his hair. “He’s dismissing me for the weekend and fining me five grand. Said I’m lucky I’m keeping my title. He wants you to call him as well.”

“Damn, Jey,” Damian said, shaking his head. “We really stepped in it this time.”

“I know,” Jey replied, a sense of urgency flooding through him. “I need to fix this with Rhea before it gets any worse.”

“Then let’s go,” Damian said, determination in his eyes. “You’ve got to make it right.”

With a deep breath, Jey steeled himself for what lay ahead. He couldn’t let his mistakes define him; he needed to confront the fallout of his actions and salvage what was left of his relationship with Rhea.

Jey took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart as he dialed Rhea’s number. When she picked up, her voice was soft, almost fragile, and it sent a jolt of guilt through him.

“Jey?” she said, and he could hear the tension in her voice. Before he could explain himself, she interrupted him.

“Please, just come home,” Rhea pleaded, her words laced with urgency. “I’d rather talk to you in person. Just come home to me…”

Before he could respond, she hung up, leaving him with nothing but the dial tone. Jey’s heart sank, the weight of her words crashing down on him. He felt like he really fucked up this time.

“Fuck!” he yelled, frustration boiling over. He began throwing his clothes into his duffel bag, each item representing his anger and regret. He didn’t care how it looked; he just wanted to leave. He tossed in his toiletries with reckless abandon, not even bothering to organize them.

“Jey, wait!” Damian called, trying to intervene as he watched his friend spiral. “You need to calm down!”

But Jey was beyond listening. The feelings of letting Rhea down clawed at him, igniting a fire that he couldn’t extinguish. He zipped up his bag with a swift motion and stormed out of the hotel room, ignoring Damian’s attempts to calm him.

The hallway felt suffocating as Jey marched toward the elevator. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the anger propelling him forward. Each step brought the weight of his mistakes into sharper focus, and he was determined to face Rhea and make things right, no matter what it took. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel alone or abandoned.

As he waited for the elevator, he replayed their conversation in his mind, his stomach twisting in knots. He had to show her that he cared, that he was there for her—even if it meant confronting his own demons along the way.

[magicalbuttertarts]

Main Masterlist

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Requested ✉️

Adam Copeland/Edge

Naive (18+) ✉️ - Edge x f/Reader x Rhea Ripley x Damian Priest

Sugar baby love ✉️ - Adam Copeland x f/Reader

We Are the Law (18+) (AU) - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

We Are the Law pt. 2 (18+)(AU) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

Adam Page

Backstage at All Out (18+) - Adam Page x Reader

Be Quiet For Me (18+) ✉️ - Adam Page x f/Reader

My Secret Treasure (AU) ✉️ - Adam Page x f/Reader

Christian Cage

Being Replaced ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

Lookin' like Class (18+) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

Relax (18+) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

We Are the Law (18+) (AU) - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

We Are the Law pt. 2 (18+)(AU) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

Colten Gunn

What a celebration (18+) ✉️ - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

Hook

Check Yes or No ✉️ - Hook x f/Reader

Jay White

Unfamiliar (18+) ✉️ - Jay White x f/Reader

Kenny Omega

Yes Professor (AU) (18+) ✉️ - Kenny Omega x f/Reader

Matt Jackson

EVP Matthew Jackson (18+)

Wardlow

I Choose You (AU) ✉️ - Wardlow x f/Reader

The Dish & The Bruno (AU) ✉️ - Wardlow x f/Reader

Wheeler Yuta

Surprise ✉️ - Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader

Will Ospreay

For Love & Country (AU) - Will Ospreay x f/Reader

Having it off (18+) ✉️ - Will Osprey x f/Reader

Smut Prompt List Requests ✉️

A2: Sex with clothes on (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

A3: First Time (18+) - Nick Wayne x dom!f/Reader

A12: Phone Sex (18+) - Mariah May x f/Reader

C2: Laughing during sex (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/reader

C7: Oral sex under kitchen table (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

C10: Distracting other person with sex (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

D9: Spanking (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

E9: Humiliation (18+) - f/reader x the elite (bucks & kenny)

E15: Requesters Choice (18+) Nick Wayne x f/Reader

F7: In a car (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

F9: Shower Sex (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

F4: At the Movie Theatre (18+) - Daniel Garcia x Wheeler Yuta

F13 Parent's House (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

[thineferalrats]

HIIIII!!!

I’m just figuring out how to work tumbler but I wanna start writing

I wanna open up requests

Characters I’ll write about:

Frank castle (MCU)

Steve rogers (MCU)

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

Negan smith (twd)

Lucifer (hazbin hotel)

Vander (arcane) <3

Silco (arcane)

Vi (arcane)

(Really any Arcane character just no minors)

Adam Copeland (WWE)

Dirty dom (WWE)

Billy loomis (scream)

Stu Macher (scream)

Eddie Munson (stranger things)

Steve Harrington (stranger things)

Jim hopper (stranger things)

Logan howlett (X-men)

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

(I’ll do Polly Logan and Wade to)

Jason Dean (heathers)

Sam Winchester (supernatural)

Dean Winchester (supernatural)

Remy LeBeau (x-men)

(I will probably add more characters later on)

I’ll write smut/fluff/angst, but if I’m not comfortable writing something then that’s different, yippppeee

[merrhea39]

binging everything judgment day pt 4

Raw 8/1/22 Edge has a call out post on his twitter dot com for the Judgment Day. 

Next mysterios have a interview about their match for the tag team titles against the usos.

Mysterios vs. Usos(w). Heel Jey is odd to me at this point honestly. Dom is legit looking good in this match. Dom was close to winning. Uso’s win off a 1d to Dom Dom. 

HERE’S THE BEAT DOWN!!!! Judgment Day come out to kill the mysterios. (rhea hurting dom counter: 3) SHE CHOKES THAT BOY OUT. (it should have been me!) Rhea pushes Dom into Edge’s spear and here comes the descension from Dom. HAHAHA JOKER RHEA. Also a mic picks up Rhea saying “who’s your papi Dom?”. Damn they already fuckin. (damn I wish i could join judgment day)

Raw 8/8/22 Dom and Rey have a confrontation with edge (still not calling him adam copeland fuck you tony) dom is fucking pissed and he pushes edge. Oooo it’s happening hehehehe. Judgment day have a promo before finn’s match with rey. Judgment day have a promo about fear and danger and I don’t like this crowd. Damian is mean mugging so hard.

Rey vs. Finn(w). Rey is sad because Dom isn’t with him. Finn tries to do a three amigos but doesn’t know how to shoulder shimmy lol. Damian interferes and then edge gets involved and they brawl to the back. Rhea comes out with a bloodied Dom and it distracts Rey (Rhea hurting Dom counter: 4) 

Raw 8/15/22 Judgment day start off raw. SUIT RHEA! WE WERE BLESSED OH LORDY. RHEA IS PAPI! Ok so Damian was giving this menacing speech about how he’d fuck up edge alone and said that beth would have to push edge around in a wheel chair AND FUCKING RHEA MIMICS DOING THAT I CAN’T SHE’S SO UNSERIOUS. Rey comes out of nowhere and attacks Damian and finn but he still won’t hit rhea (partially because she’s still hurt.) 

Raw 8/22/22 Dolph has an interview and Finn interrupts and says dolph is the same as edge and rey. Dolph was wearing a vest that looked like something Rhea would wear. 

Zigglypuff vs Finn(w). Finn finally gets his new theme. A solid match but that’s pretty obvious from these 2. This is a really good raw match. Rhea interferes and Finn gets the win. 

The Judgment Day have a backstage interview where Rhea says we run monday night raw and then take a dig at the zig. Finn say Rhea is beating up Dom to the point that he’s starting to like it and well… he’s not wrong.

Damian vs. Edge(w). Damian finally gets his theme. Holy shit since when was Damian doing that high flying shit god damn that looked cool. Edge goes top rope to the floor holy hell they just doing whatever they want. Some mfs in the crowd chanted we want tables priest said ‘you want tables?’ then does a razors edge to edge through the announce table. Edge did a top rope hurricanrana wtf they got the green light to do whatever. Damian even hit a killswitch (I get that reference). Damian tries to spear edge but Edge counters with a south of heaven lol. Edge does a fucking canadian destroyer and a spear to win. 

Raw 8/29/22. Ziggler + Styles vs. Judgment Day(w). Rhea pls bring back this fit, shes so daddy. A power bomb into a fame-asser is crazy (i refuse to call it a famouser). AJ doesn’t want to hit Finn… interesting. Priest pins Ziggler off of a south of heaven.

Edge appears and then Judgment day decides they’ll stay in the ring. Also rhea’s braid is dyed purple aww. “He told no lies, not one cap to be found.” - damian priest 2022. Damian also says beth wears the pants in the relationship. Edge is “comfortable in is masculinity” lmao this promo is wack. Edge Rey and Dom attack the judgment day. Rhea confronts Dom with the kendo stick, Rhea is basically taming a puppy here it’s kinda funny. Rhea takes the kendo stick from Dom and then she gets pulled out of the ring by finn and damian. 

This episode of raw is also the one where Seth says that Matt’s kids don’t wanna see his bitch ass anymore. 

Edge does the picture sign bit again. 

Aww Dom is so sad that Rey is tagging with Edge and not him poor bbg. 

Clash at the Castle 9/3/22. Rey + Edge(w) vs. Judgment Day. I love the titantron that looks like a castle its so cool. Rhea’s gear is so fuckin cool here. Damians sell of being crotched is funny as shit. Edge does the worlds worst 619 lmaooooo. Rhea attacks Dom after Dom gets the refs attention (rhea hurting dom counter: 5) she was like that wasn’t in our plan. Edge and Rey win but then Dom takes edge to DICK KICK CITY BIATCH. Then Dom clotheslines Rey like how Eddie did and the Judgment Day laugh hysterically.

[chaoticunorigionalstranger]

26.8.23 BoM Evening: Dom Simpson last show

I didn't cry till I got back to my hotel. Yay me!

Stephen Rolley was on for McKinley, and Chris Copeland was Gotswana.

No more McPriceley action than normal RolleyxDom, but Rolley did grope Dom's chest when he pulled him down in ITO.

Tom Xander was sitting right near me, and him and a woman would start cheering after Dom sang anything! They started whooping as soon as Dom came on stage.

Tom was also recording the curtain call and FoH came down to tell him off, saw who he was and then ran away (almost falling up the stairs - I felt bad for her).

The show:

The majority of the show was very much as it normally is, except everyone being extra with facial expressions. There are a few little nuggets, but I spent most my time watching Dom.

Dom's accent was all over the place.

Cheering errupted (courtesy of Tom Xander) from the circle as soon as Dom came on stage in Hello.

IBTFY - Dom struggled to get his lines out. There was alot of pausing and he had tears running down his face, he had his hands clenched tightly and was taking deep breaths. But he did it. He wiped his eyes as he laid down.

SMHD - Ben Tyler licked Dom's face. (Dunno what else to say - Dom was very sweaty as well). Lots of arse slapping from Chris and Amandla.

I Believe - he had tears but did it. No voice cracking, no pauses. Kudos to him, because that was IMPRESSIVE.

HD reprise - Leanne cried. It was so emotional my heart was breaking.

Curtain call - Richard Lloyd-King made a little speech, he got it wrong about Dom being in the US tour as a new graduate, he was sent to Broadway as standby price to prepare him to take over in the West End (at 21!!). Dom hugged Jack McNiell and did a little dance.

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

✨101 NSFW writing prompts✨

Here is the NSFW version, polyamory inclusive! Just like before, if you use anything from this list all I ask is that you credit me! Happy reading and happy writing 🩷

Please feel free to request if my requests are open! Again, I’m still just writing Adam Copeland and Christian Cage but I am open to trying new wrestlers!

1: male partner being caught wearing their female partners underwear/clothes

2: two partners decide to make their third partner feel better after a long day

3: trying out a new kink

4: pegging for the first time

5: taking virginity (male)

6: taking virginity (female)

7: using a sex toy in public (male)

8: using a sex toy in public (female)

9: being caught masterbating

10: shower/bath sex

11: having sex with one partner while the third watches

12: being teased by both partners and then engaging in a threesome

13: sweet sex to make a partner feel better about themselves

14: being spanked (male)

15: being spanked (female)

16: going down on a partner (male)

17: going down on a partner (female)

18: having sex with a male partner in women’s lingerie/clothes

19: having sex with two male partners in women’s lingerie/clothes (can be just one wearing)

20: discussing the want to try new things in the bedroom

21: purposely walking out to one or two partners naked/in lingerie

22: punishment for being a brat

23: domming for the first time

24: subbing for the first time

25: public sex

26: “you can be louder, can’t you?”

27: “if you keep doing that I’m going to have to punish you”

28: “god, you’re so perfect”

29: “you’re so good at doing that”

30: “fuck, baby, don’t stop!”

31: “right there, please! That’s so good”

32: “you really thought you could parade around the house wearing that thinking I/we wouldn’t do anything about it?”

33: “you taste so good”

34: “no, don’t hide away from me. Let me see your face/body”

35: “let me worship you”

36: “you are so beautiful when you blush”

37: “bend over for me”

38: “does that feel good?”

39: “it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

40: “not so fast, baby, it’s better when you take your time”

41: “I’m always willing to try something once”

42: “I don’t know, I feel like that might be a bit too far for now”

43: “look at him/her while I fuck your brains out”

44: “you’re mine now”

45: “we can stop if you need to”

46: “is this okay?”

47: “suck his cock/eat her pussy while I fuck you”

48: “tsk tsk, what a naughty boy/girl wearing that. Looks like I/we need to teach you a lesson”

49: “you think you can get away from your punishment? Oh honey, how cute! Over my knee. Now”

50: “spread your legs for me/us”

51: “scream my name”

52: “choke me”

53: “I’m going to cum inside you”

54: “look at how desperate he/she is for you”

55: “does it turn you on knowing you don’t get to fuck him/her tonight?”

56: “beg all you want, I’m not untying you. You can just sit there and watch”

57: “sit on my face. Please. You won’t squish me, I promise”

58: “god, the things I want to do to you”

59: “does it feel good when I tease you like that?”

60: “spread his/her cheeks for me”

61: “look how needy he/she is!”

62: “listen to him/her moan like the little bitch he/she is”

63: “you’ve both been so fucking naughty today. Bend over, pull your panties down, and lift your skirts. I’m going to teach you both a lesson”

64: “call me daddy/mummy”

65: “I’m not going to remove either of your handcuffs until you get on the floor and show me you deserve to have them removed”

66: “does it feel good when I touch you both like this?”

67: “good boy/girl”

68: “why are you so worried what others think of you? Your body is beautiful, you need to remember that”

69: “swallow my cum”

70: “I think those little panties look good on you/him!”

71: “lay down. I’m going to show you how gorgeous you are”

72: “we’re going to take it slow tonight. Tell me straight away if it’s too much”

73: “mmm your cheeks are so red after that punishment”

74: “you deserve to be rewarded”

75: “use your words”

76: “fill him/her up with your cum”

77: “right here. We are doing it right. Here.”

78: “look at all those marks. Now no one will ever have to question if you belong to me/us”

79: “I’m going to make you cum. No…I’m going to make you squirt”

80: “you’re so wet for me”

81: “aww did I do this?”

82: “oh my god, I love you so much”

83: “lick my cum up off him/her”

84: “we’re not done until I say so”

85: “the more you do that, the less chance you have of getting laid tonight”

86: “does it feel good when he/she eats your ass like that?”

87: “keep teasing him/her. It’s cute seeing him/her get all worked up”

88: “you keep pissing me off, I’m going to turn that vibrator up. Surely you don’t want anyone to hear it, do you?”

89: “the only way you’ll get to get this close to him/her is if you bend over for me”

90: “look at you both, so desperate for this cock/strap”

91: “all you get tonight is the taste of her on my lips”

92: “please, untie me. Fuck me, I’m begging you”

93: “let me fuck him/her, please! I need it so bad”

94: “god you must be truly desperate if you’re grinding back on me like that”

95: “where do you think you’re going?”

96: “I want to hear him/her scream”

97: “I know we shouldn’t do this without him/her here, but I’m so horny”

98: “make me”

99: “look how pathetic he looks riding that dildo. It’s so hot”

100: “seeing his cum leak out of you is so fucking beautiful”

101: “take his/her cock/strap deep. I know you can take it”

[blackfemalecountryartistonradio]

Deford Bailey was the first African American to play at the Grand Ole Opry: there is a statue of him at the Grand Ole Opry. The roots of people of color in country music run very deep. The name cowboy came from Black Men who tended to cattle. The drums are an African Instrument. The guitar is also an African Instrument along with the banjo to. Slaves played country music at many of their gatherings: it helped to ease the pain of not being free. Out of the slaves playing country music came 1. Blues, 2. Folk Music, 3. Rock & Roll, 4. Modern Country Music.

The banjo was created in the 17th century by African slaves & then brought to USA via the West Indies. African slaves were the only people to play the banjo until the early 1840s.

Pamela Foster, author of, My Country: The African Diaspora's Country Music Heritage, credits African Americans with creating country music.

In the South, banjos, fiddles, & harmonicas were the dominant instruments played by African Americans writes Pamela in her book.

The list of Black male country artist is listes below:

1. Charley Pride

2. Darius Rucker

3. Kane Brown

4. Cowboy Troy

5. Jimmie Alan

6. Ray Charles

7. Aaron Neville

8. Deford Bailey

9. Cleve Francis

10.Milton Patton

11. Carl Ray

12. Trini Trigs

13. Lesley Riddle

14. Dom Flemons

15. Coffey Anderson

16. Blanco Brown

17. Willie Jones

Listed Below is a list of very talented black female country music artist:

Lamelle Prince

2. Lorraine Cookie Jackson

3. Yolanda Diamond

4. Mickey Guyton

5. Candi Staton

6. Linda Martell

7. Rissi Palmer

8. Yola

9. Rhiannnon Giddens

10. Valerie June

11. Kaia Kater

12. Allison Russell

13. Brittany Spencer

14. Amythyst Kiah

15. Leyla McCalla

16. Tammi Savoy

17. Sunny War

18. Priscilla Renea

19. Miko Marks

20. Vicki Vann

21. Chapel Hart

22. Julie Williams

23. Reyna Roberts

24. Joy Oladokun

25. Adia Victoria

26. Ruby Amanfu

27. Sam & Ruby

28. Carolina Chocolate Drops

29. Petrella

30. Tiera

31. Shemekia Copeland

32. Pointer Sisters

[lonelier-version-of-you]

Funnily enough, today of all days David Ames guest-starred on Doctors as a rather Dominic Copeland-esque character. (Well, Dom-esque if one is thinking of his early episodes anyway, maybe not so much later Dom.)

[organisationskoval]

275) Combat 18 (C18 lub 318) - neonazistowska organizacja terrorystyczna założona w 1992 roku. Pochodzi z Wielkiej Brytanii i ma powiązania z ruchami w Kanadzie i Stanach Zjednoczonych. Od tego czasu rozprzestrzenił się na inne kraje, w tym na Niemcy. Członkowie Combat 18 byli podejrzani o udział i bezpośrednią odpowiedzialność za śmierć wielu imigrantów, osób niebędących białymi, niemieckiego polityka Waltera Lübcke i innych członków C18. W dniu 21 czerwca 2019 r. rząd Kanady dodał Combat 18 (wraz ze swoim podmiotem stowarzyszonym Blood & Honor) do swojej listy organizacji terrorystycznych, co było pierwszym przypadkiem dodania do tej listy skrajnie prawicowej grupy. Członkowie w Wielkiej Brytanii mają zakaz wstąpienia do brytyjskiej służby więziennej, sił zbrojnych i policji. 23 stycznia 2020 roku niemiecki rząd ogłosił zakaz niemieckiej odnogi Combat 18. Nazwa Combat 18 jest często skracana do „C18”. „18” w nazwie pochodzi od inicjałów nazistowskiego niemieckiego przywódcy Adolfa Hitlera: A i H to pierwsza i ósma litera alfabetu łacińskiego. Na początku 1992 r. skrajnie prawicowa Brytyjska Partia Narodowa (BNP) utworzyła Combat 18 jako grupę zarządzającą, której celem była ochrona wydarzeń przed antyfaszystami. Jej założycielami byli Charlie Sargent i Harold Covington. C18 szybko przyciągnął uwagę całego kraju z powodu gróźb przemocy wobec imigrantów, członków mniejszości etnicznych i lewicowców. W 1992 roku rozpoczęła wydawanie magazynu Redwatch, który zawierał zdjęcia, nazwiska i adresy przeciwników politycznych. Combat 18 to jawnie neonazistowska grupa oddana przemocy i wrogo nastawiona do polityki wyborczej, i z tego powodu Sargent zdecydowanie odłączył się od BNP w 1993 roku. Sargent rozstał się ze swoimi byłymi kolegami z C18 w związku z zarzutami, że był informatorem brytyjskich służb bezpieczeństwa. Rywalizująca frakcja, na czele której stał Wilf „The Beast” Browning, chciała, aby Sargent zwrócił listę członków C18 w zamian za zwrot jego narzędzi do tynkowania i 1000 funtów. Jednak taka była między nimi wrogość i strach, że wzajemnie akceptowalny pośrednik, 28-letni członek C18 „Catford Chris” Castle, został przewieziony do mobilnego domu Sargenta w Harlow w hrabstwie Essex przez Browninga, który czekał w samochódzie , podczas gdy Castle udał się z wizytą do Sargenta. W drzwiach powitał go Charlie Sargent i jego współpracownik polityczny, a także były gitarzysta Skrewdriver, Martin Cross. Cross wbił dziewięciocalowe (22 cm) ostrze w plecy Castle'a. Browning zabrał Castle'a taksówką do szpitala, ale lekarze nie byli w stanie go uratować i zmarł wkrótce po przyjeździe. Pomimo próby Sargenta wplątania Browninga, Sargent został skazany za morderstwo w Chelmsford Crown Court w następnym roku. On i Cross zostali skazani na dożywocie. Cross pozostaje w więzieniu i po krótkim pobycie na wolności Sargent wrócił do aresztu w weekend 15 listopada 2014 r. W latach 1998-2000 dziesiątki członków Combat 18 w Wielkiej Brytanii i Irlandii zostało aresztowanych pod różnymi zarzutami podczas nalotów policji o świcie. Naloty te były częścią kilku operacji przeprowadzonych przez Scotland Yard we współpracy z MI5. Wśród aresztowanych byli Steve i Bill Sargent (bracia Charliego Sargenta), David Myatt i dwóch służących brytyjskich żołnierzy, Darren Theron (pułk spadochronowy) i Carl Wilson. Jednym z tych, których dom został napadnięty, był Adrian Marsden, który później został radnym Brytyjskiej Partii Narodowej (BNP). Kilku aresztowanych zostało później uwięzionych, w tym Andrew Frain (siedem lat) i Jason Marriner (sześć lat). Niektórzy dziennikarze uważali, że White Wolves są odłamem C18, twierdząc, że grupa została założona przez Del O'Connora, byłego zastępcę dowódcy C18 i członka Skrewdriver Security. Dokument wydany przez Białe Wilki, ogłaszający ich utworzenie, został przypisany Davidowi Myattowi, którego Practical Guide to Aryan Revolution (Praktyczny przewodnik po rewolucji aryjskiej) rzekomo zainspirował bombowca Davida Copelanda, który został skazany na dożywocie w 2000 r. po tym, jak został uznany za winnego spowodowania serii zamachów bombowych w kwietniu 1999 r., w których zginęły trzy osoby, a wiele innych zostało rannych. Grupa nazywająca siebie Racial Volunteer Force oddzieliła się od C18 w 2002 roku, chociaż zachowała bliskie powiązania ze swoją organizacją macierzystą. W dniu 28 października 2003 r. niemieccy policjanci przeprowadzili naloty na 50 nieruchomości w Kilonii i Flensburgu, które uważano za powiązane z niemieckimi zwolennikami grupy. Anti-Defamation League twierdzi, że w Illinois, Florydzie i Teksasie istnieją rozdziały Combat 18. 6 września 2006 r. belgijska policja aresztowała 20 członków Combat 18 Flanders. Czternastu z nich było żołnierzami armii belgijskiej. C18 od dawna kojarzona jest z lojalistami w Irlandii Północnej. W lipcu 2008 r. „C18” został namalowany na St Mary's Oratory w hrabstwie Londonderry. W dniu 18 czerwca 2009 r. groby należące do wielu osób, w tym do szefa strajku głodowego Provisional Irish Republican Army (Tymczasowej Irlandzkiej Armii Republikańskiej), Bobby'ego Sandsa, zostały zbezczeszczone graffiti C18. Rasistowskie ataki na imigrantów są kontynuowane przez członków C18. Broń, amunicja i materiały wybuchowe zostały przejęte przez policję w Wielkiej Brytanii i prawie każdym kraju, w którym działa C18. Pod koniec 2010 roku pięciu członków Combat 18 Australia (wśród nich Jacob Marshall Hort i Bradley Neil Trappitt) zostało oskarżonych o atak na meczet w Perth w Zachodniej Australii. Kilka pocisków zostało wystrzelonych z karabinu o dużej mocy w meczet Canning Turkish Islamic Mosque, powodując szkody o wartości ponad 15 000 USD. Obecność Combat 18 na forum internetowym została oficjalnie zakończona pod koniec listopada 2014 r., kiedy forum Combat 18 zostało przekierowane do nacjonalistycznego sklepu z materiałami wideo i DVD z siedzibą w USA, który jest teraz właścicielem domeny. W dniu 6 marca 2018 r. ośmiu członków Combat 18 zostało aresztowanych w Atenach w Grecji pod zarzutem wielokrotnych ataków na imigrantów i aktywistów. Mieli przy sobie 50 kg ANFO. 23 stycznia 2020 r., ważny dzień w historii Niemiec, ponieważ 75 lat wcześniej siły alianckie wyzwoliły obóz koncentracyjny Auschwitz, niemiecki minister spraw wewnętrznych zakazał Combat 18 w całych Niemczech. Ponad 200 funkcjonariuszy policji przeprowadziło naloty w sześciu landach niemieckich, przejmując telefony komórkowe, komputery, nieokreśloną broń, nazistowskie pamiątki i materiały propagandowe. Domniemany członek niemieckiego oddziału Combat 18 o nazwisku Stephen Ernst był podejrzanym w sprawie zamordowanego lokalnego polityka Waltera Lübcke z CDU. Ernst przyznał się do zbrodni 25 czerwca 2019 r. Federalny minister spraw wewnętrznych Horst Seehofer ogłosił wówczas zamiar zdelegalizowania organizacji w Niemczech. Członkami organizacji są znani chuligani i grupy piłkarskie. Najbardziej głośny incydent z udziałem członków Combat 18 w piłce nożnej miał miejsce 15 lutego 1995 r., kiedy na trybunach przy Lansdowne Road wybuchła przemoc podczas międzynarodowego meczu towarzyskiego między Irlandią a Anglią. Były też szyderstwa z „No Surrender to the IRA” skierowane do irlandzkich fanów. Przemoc była tak zła, że mecz musiał zostać przerwany. Przed Mistrzostwami Świata FIFA 1998 26 chuliganów Seaburn Casuals (kibice Sunderland AFC) zostało aresztowanych podczas nalotu policyjnego po tym, jak wojskowa bomba dymna została wypuszczona w lokalnym pubie po walce z bramkarzami. Pod koniec operacji ponad 60 postawiono zarzuty. Niektórzy z aresztowanych chuliganów Seaburn Casuals byli zaangażowani w Combat 18. Operacja nie powiodła się, gdy sędzia orzekł, że nagranie z kamery przemysłowej z pubu jest niedopuszczalne jako dowód. Dzięki wspólnym wysiłkom Kanadyjczyków 21 czerwca 2019 r. dwie grupy neonazistowskie/alt-prawicowe zostały dodane do kanadyjskiej listy terrorystów. Jest to częściowo spowodowane reakcją Kanady na strzelaninę w meczecie w Christchurch oraz petycją do rządu federalnego Kanady: EPetition e-2019 złożoną przez #NoPlace2Hate. Oznacza to, że czyny przestępcze popełniane przez członków tej grupy podlegają teraz dodatkowo kanadyjskiemu kodeksowi karnemu za terroryzm, który może obejmować dodatkowe wyroki więzienia za czyny przestępcze, w tym datki finansowe na rzecz znanej organizacji terrorystycznej. W dniu 23 stycznia 2020 r. rząd niemiecki ogłosił i wykonał zarządzenie zakazujące „Combat 18 Deutschland”, niemieckiej odnogi Combat 18. W rozporządzeniu Ministerstwa Spraw Wewnętrznych stwierdzono, że „Combat 18 Deutschland” jest skierowany przeciwko porządkowi konstytucyjnemu i że jej cele i działania są sprzeczne z prawem karnym i z ideą porozumienia między narodami. Rozkaz przewiduje rozwiązanie organizacji oraz zajęcie i konfiskatę całego majątku organizacji; ponadto nie wolno już używać znaków organizacji i nie można tworzyć organizacji zastępczych. W dniu ogłoszenia ponad 200 funkcjonariuszy policji dokonało nalotu na domy czołowych członków organizacji. Według rządu w momencie zakazu organizacja liczyła „około 20 członków” i „nieznaną liczbę sympatyków”. Ministerstwo Spraw Wewnętrznych powiązało tę decyzję z zabójstwem Waltera Lübcke i strzelaniną w synagodze w Halle. „Combat 18 Deutschland” złożyła pozew przeciwko zakazowi do Federalnego Sądu Administracyjnego i zwróciła się do sądu o wstępne nakazanie wykonania zakazu do czasu wydania decyzji co do meritum. We wrześniu 2020 r. sąd odrzucił ten ostatni wniosek, stwierdzając, że interes publiczny w niezwłocznym wykonaniu zakazu przeważa nad interesami organizacji, zauważając ponadto, że zaskarżenie zakazu prawdopodobnie nie zakończy się sukcesem, jak sugeruje zbiorcza ocena meritum dokonana przez sąd że działania organizacji są rzeczywiście skierowane przeciwko porządkowi konstytucyjnemu.

[lamelleprince]

Deford Bailey was the first African American to play at the Grand Ole Opry: there is a statue of him at the Grand Ole Opry. The roots of people of color in country music run very deep. The name cowboy came from Black Men who tended to cattle. The drums are an African Instrument. The guitar is also an African Instrument along with the banjo to. Slaves played country music at many of their gatherings: it helped to ease the pain of not being free. Out of the slaves playing country music came 1. Blues, 2. Folk Music, 3. Rock & Roll, 4. Modern Country Music.

The banjo was created in the 17th century by African slaves & then brought to USA via the West Indies. African slaves were the only people to play the banjo until the early 1840s.

Pamela Foster, author of, My Country: The African Diaspora's Country Music Heritage, credits African Americans with creating country music.

In the South, banjos, fiddles, & harmonicas were the dominant instruments played by African Americans writes Pamela in her book.

The list of Black male country artist is listes below:

1. Charley Pride

2. Darius Rucker

3. Kane Brown

4. Cowboy Troy

5. Jimmie Alan

6. Ray Charles

7. Aaron Neville

8. Deford Bailey

9. Cleve Francis

10.Milton Patton

11. Carl Ray

12. Trini Trigs

13. Lesley Riddle

14. Dom Flemons

15. Coffey Anderson

16. Blanco Brown

17. Willie Jones

Listed Below is a list of very talented black female country music artist:

Lamelle Prince

2. Lorraine Cookie Jackson

3. Yolanda Diamond

4. Mickey Guyton

5. Candi Staton

6. Linda Martell

7. Rissi Palmer

8. Yola

9. Rhiannnon Giddens

10. Valerie June

11. Kaia Kater

12. Allison Russell

13. Brittany Spencer

14. Amythyst Kiah

15. Leyla McCalla

16. Tammi Savoy

17. Sunny War

18. Priscilla Renea

19. Miko Marks

20. Vicki Vann

21. Chapel Hart

22. Julie Williams

23. Reyna Roberts

24. Joy Oladokun

25. Adia Victoria

26. Ruby Amanfu

27. Sam & Ruby

28. Carolina Chocolate Drops

29. Petrella

30. Tiera

31. Shemekia Copeland

32. Pointer Sisters

[84reedsy]

Is their a wrestler you want to write for but haven't yet?

Hi anon!

I will pretty much write for any of the 90s/00s crew (wcw or wwf) except for problematic guys (Jericho, Benoit, Flair)

For the modern era - would be interested in Moxley, Cody, Drew McIntyre, possibly Dom, and Jey Uso. Would consider still writing for Adam Copeland, Christian, Billy Gunn.

Still getting up to speed on today's guys, so always feel free to throw a name out!

[d2kvirus]

13/10/23 Fact or Fiction

Statement #1: Having Adam Copeland in AEW is better than having CM Punk. FACT - While there is the obvious point that Adam Copeland likely won't bring the same amount of eyes onto the product that Punk did, that is balanced out by how there will (hopefully...) be a significant decrease in the amount of backstage drama that was plaguing Punk's run from the Gripebomb onwards, although at the very least if Copeland leads by example backstage in much the same way Danielson has, rather than saying he's a leader but showing the leadership of Liz Truss, that will make the atmosphere around the company better

Statement #2: After 3 PPVs in less than 2 months, AEW ALL IN was actually the least memorable despite having one of the biggest live audiences in history. The main issue with All In is how the perception has been tainted due to the main talking point being Punk and Jack Perry having a puchup backstage after the first match (and that story reaching the sheets within minutes), because outside of that the show by and large delivered. Personally I'd say that All Out was the weaker show of the three entirely because so much was packed onto the All In card which is reflected by the malnourished undercard that show had

Statement #3: There are too many title matches in AEW. FICTION - By and large AEW is capable of booking most of its roster without needing a title to elevate a match or feud to PPV-level, so from that standpoint there's not too many title matches...barring the six-man division, where they really don't need both the AEW and ROH six-man titles in the mix at the same time

Statement #4: The best wrestling storyline of the year is the MJF and Adam Cole feud / friendship. FICTION - While it's certainly the best storyline going in AEW right now, and has done wonders to refresh both Cole and MJF as a result, I wouldn't say it was the best storyline in wrestling right now. That honour goes to Rhea & Dom, which is a major part of dragging Judgment Day towards relevance after they were swinging in the breeze for a while

Statement #5: You understand and enjoy Toni Storm’s new gimmick. FACT - It's basically the same as the gimmick Kazuchka Okada had after losing the IWGP title to Kenny Omega a few years back, but instead of carrying balloons to the ring she's gone full Norma Desmond

Statement #6: AEW is no longer “cool”. FICTION - On pretty much every canvas available AEW was never "cool" due to it being wrestling, which certain people treat seeing people watch in much the same way as walking in on somebody diddling away to Pornhub. While there is an argument that it was cool in a niche of the wrestling fandom, that is like saying tuxedo tshirts are cool because there's always somebody who wears one to a fancy party, usually the bloke who smells of weed and Lynx Africa

Statement #7: “Main Event” is a patronizing nickname for Jey Uso since he has not been in many significant main event singles matches and has rarely won any. FICTION - I wouldn't say it was patronising, after all "Dynamic" Jerry Lynn is an example of a patronising ringname, but it is hard to look past the fact that so many of the main events he has been in were not singles matches but tags, and "25% of a Main Event" Jey Uso doesn't have much of a ring to it

Statement #8: LA Knight can maintain his current popularity without ever being in an excellent wrestling match. FACT - While I do worry that WWE will hold off pulling the trigger on him for so long that when he does finally get a big win the fan reaction will be tempered compared to if they pulled the trigger four to six months earlier, the only way that his popularity is ever going to nosedive is if WWE Zack Ryder him and I can't see that happening

[heavyhitterheaux]

Piercer Copeland AU is what I just thought of 😌 feel like he’s rough af like a dom

YES PLEASE

Tell me more!!!! 😏😏😏