#hangman Adam page concussion

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It still makes me itchy that Hangman was clearly supposed to take the belt off of Mox during that October match, making him one of only three people in AEW who have held the belt more than once. We were supposed to get our champion cowboy again and he got clocked so hard it wasn't even an option. And that's not even mentioning that it made Mox's ability to escape to vacation even more out of reach.

[himbos-hotline]

✘ “if I asked, would you stay?”

for Hangmega

no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their hands

Word count: 1932 words Ship: "Hangman" Adam Page/Kenny Omega Characters: Kenny Omega, "Hangman Adam Page", Doc Sampson, The Ghost of Kota Ibushi Triggers: Blood, Refrences to self harm, Mentions of fire Authors note: I rewatched the contract signing...I had thoughts and blacked out..Enjoy READ ON AO3

Touching blood is meant to bring bad luck and Adam has never believed in that superstition more than what he has right now. Laying in a pool of his own blood, feeling it trickle down his face as Kenny tugs his head back his hair. Adam pushes away the urge to fight, the sound of his boot scraping against the mat is barely audible over Kenny's manic yelling. There's a pressure in the middle of the wound as Kenny digs his nail into it, ring-torn nails tugging the wound open more as he collects Adam's blood against his finger. There's the bitter smell that floods Adam's nostrils as he heaves in a trembling breath as the sound of paper crumpling echoes above him. It takes him a few moments to realize that Kenny is standing over him, signing the contract for their match in Adam's own blood and there's a warmth that's wrapping around his throat.

There's almost something possessive about it, Adam thinks later on while he's laying down, getting his head stitched up in medical long after everyone had left the show. He stares up at the patterned ceiling of the medical room and smiles to himself, letting the sighs slip out as Doctor Sampson pulls the needle through his forehead again and again. Kenny had signed their fight in Adams' own blood, tying him to him. The title technically, in Adam's foggy half broken brain, is theirs; the match is going to be one built on red blood cells and the decaying roses that still sit in Adam's kitchen back home.

The last stitch is sliced through Adam's forehead and he blinks his eyes open, staring up at the doctor as he runs more tests; he shines a light into Adam's eyes and smiles when the younger man doesn't flinch away. "It doesn't seem that you have a concussion. Is there anyone who can keep an eye on you tonight, just in case?" Doc Sampson asks, rolling his gloves into one another before tossing them into the trash bin beside the medical table. He stares at Adam from the corner of his eyes, squinting slightly at the younger man's silence.

Adam swallows a little, shifting himself into a sitting position, wincing slightly as the world shifts a little in front of his eyes. He pauses and when the doctor presses a hand against his thigh, Adam quickly paints a face of lighthearted shyness, pretending that the doctor's concern was the first sweet thing Adam can remember. He shifts his legs, pressing the heels of his boots against the stained linoleum floor before smiling. "I'll be okay." There's an aura of confidence in his voice, the flash of foolish bravery in his eyes. "It's not the first time Kenny's made me bleed."

The doctor presses his lips together, hand leaving Adam's thigh quick enough that Adam almost misses the gentle touch. "I want you to stay here until the arena closes, so we can monitor you." He slowly moves Adam into sitting down again, resting his hands against his shoulder. "I have to quickly restock but stay here."

Adam does nothing but nod and lay himself back down on the medical gurney, eyes closed. He's not sure how long he spends on his back, just breathing and breathing but the overhead light flickers off and Adam can almost feel his brain edging on sleep. He takes a soft breath and lets his head roll to the side. He borders on sleep until there's the sound of footsteps and the door to the medical room being shoved open.  

The light flicks on at the movement, making Adams eyes burn behind his closed eyelids. He grumbles a little, nose wrinkling before he blinks his eyes slowly open, staring face to face with his reflection, twisted and stained, in Kenny's aviators. For a few seconds, Adam tries to find Kenny's eyes behind the dark plastic but all he finds is empty pits. "Take a picture it'll last longer." Kenny complains as Adam sits up, stepping away when his boots settle against the stained linoleum.

"Shove off." Is what Adam says, dropping his gaze to Kenny's shoes because Kenny told him to stop looking and Adam has always been one to follow whatever Kenny says. "Why are ya here? I didn't hurt you" Adam feels like there should be anger on his tongue and something burning, bright and scaling in his eyes, but there isn't. He stares down at the floor, tracing the patterns in the marbled tiles until he feels Kenny press his nail into the fat of his bottom lip, and Adam's sure he can taste the pain in his mouth; he rolls it between his teeth and swallows obediently.

"Does it matter?" Kenny whispers, running his thumb slowly across the dents in Adam's lips. He smirks a little when Adam raises his eyebrows, pupils pin-pricks against the woodlands of his eyes and when Kenny feels his tongue dart out against the calloused pad of his thumb he cant help the chuckle that slips past his lips. "You're still covered in blood."

"When have you cared about that?" Adam asks, lips feather soft against Kenny's thumb, he stares at his reflection again in the dark plastic of Kenny's glasses and frowns at him. He's so pathetic crawling back to Kenny to let the man who buried him alive hold him, picking dirt out of his hair as his fingers press against decaying skin. He flinches when Kenny chuckles, dropping his hand back to his side and Adam, even though he doesn't want to, falls into Kennys gravitational pull and tilts his face forwards and almost like Kenny is emitting electricity, it burns Adam's cheeks.

Kenny doesn't say anything about Adam following him, elbows now resting against the faded knees of his jeans and the half-lidded eyes that now follow, trying to track kennys eyes as he stares at Adam. He simply watches and tilts his head slightly watching as Adam twists his body, fighting back against some invisible force thats tangled its way around his throat. He listens to Adam dry heave, spit drizzling down his chin and into the gap between his legs.

"You're pathetic aren't you." Kenny doesn't ask it like a question. He looks at Adam flopping back against the wall, staring up at Kenny with a furiousness that almost makes him smile, Adams green eyes sparkling as it catches the bright glow of the overhead light. "A poor, pathetic cowboy with nobody who loves him anymore..."

Adam opens his mouth, wiping his chin before closing it. Kenny was right; Adam wakes up in strange hotel rooms with nobody beside him. It's always just him and the reflection of the moon in a shattered glass, the distant sting of fresh cuts on his hips and the foggy memories of Kenny's hands against his throat, pressing down against his chest. "Love? You're one to speak 'bout love." Adam keeps his voice low, eyes never leaving the pout on Kenny's bottom lip and the taste of hatred growing at the back of his throat.

"Has Kota called recently?"

Even his name feels golden when Adam spits onto the floor in front of kenny. Kota glows like the early morning sun and Kennys fingers itch to reach out and cradle his name close; to burn himself alive but he doesn't. Kenny simply stands there, lips puckered in annoyance and watches Kota burn himself alive, becoming nothing but the embers of a man plagued with injuries. There's silence between the two of them; Kennys lips twisted in disgust and Adam staring at him, waiting for him to do something. But he doesn't.

Kenny doesn't hit Adam, he doesn't yell at him or snap at him. He simply stares him down, shrinking him down until Adam is a blurred smudge against the medical bench, a smoke stained wall in the house fire that is Kenny Omega.

“If I asked, would you stay?”

Adam doesn't know why he asks. He doesn't look at Kenny when the question whistles past his teeth, simply a whisper that could very nearly float past Kenny's ears. Kenny huffs out a laugh; a sound that's cold and disgusted. He wraps his hand into Adam's hair and tugs back, picking at the stitches again until red blood flows slowly down Adam's forehead, twisting its way down his fluttering eyelashes and trailing pathetically down the racing pulsepoint of Adam's neck.

Kenny laughs as Adam squirms, there's the echo of skin hitting Adam's jawbone and something deep in his brain cracks like a buckshot echoing around his head. Adam's body goes limp and his jaw opens again. Kenny pushes their foreheads together, lips brushing against Adams.

Kisses stain Adams lips like raspberry juice and greedily Adam licks into Kennys mouth, moaning as his hands tug backward, tipping his head into Kenny's. Kenny's kisses burn like the open wound in his head, like the fresh skin of a razor across his wrist, the bitterness of the first taste of whiskey down his throat, the timeliness of birdsong out in the forest. Kenny's kisses burn Adam alive and he walks barefooted into the hellfire that is loving Kenny Omega; an Orpheas walking into the underworld, looking over his shoulder for the Euridice that never existed in the first place.

Kenny pulls away, leaving Adam emotionally soft and pathetically hard. He stares down at him in all his bloody submissive glory and his hands trail down Adam's neck, squeezing against his throat until Adam is whimpering for breath, clinging to Kenny for dear life.

"Not if you were the last person on Earth."

He drops his hands, licks Adam's blood off the tips of fingers and smirks. "Matt was right yknow? You really are the next great wrestling tragedy. Bleeding out all by yourself. Even your blood tastes like failure."

Adam stares at the door long after Kenny has left. Doc Sampson washes the blood away and sends Adam on his way. The hotel is quiet by the time he returns to his room. He stares into the mirror, presses his fingers into the bruise around his eye and chuckles, lowly at first like someone far away had told a joke that Adam didn't really get at first but it builds until his fingers grip, white knuckled and shaking at the bathroom counter; tears twist down Adams face as he laughs, the anger turning into something painful. He lays a hand against his chest, slicing his ribs open until there's a perfect hole for cupid's arrow; blood twists around his fingers, dried under his nails and Adam holds his hands up to the lights, knees collapsing to the floor.

Blood. Red and dark. The life force of man is trapped under Adam Pages's nails as he sobs into the sticky air of late night heat. Under his nails, it glows like lava.

It glows like Kenny.

Adam glows like Kenny.

Adam burns alive like Kenny Omega; two falling angels, laughing at each others pain as they fall to Earth. 

And oh, how Adam sobs as he paints his angel wings in blood and the sharp end of a blunt razor, laying on the bathroom floor, twisting his fingers through his own blood. 

Touching blood is meant to bring bad luck but no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their fingers, balling under their nails. No lover is left unwounded. 

No cupid arrow to the chest comes without headache. Love is pain and touching blood is bad luck. 

And Adam Page is filled with both. 

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[galaxy-brain-rasslin]

Thoughts on the AEW Revolution 2024 card:

The Young Bucks vs Sting and Darby Allin - I will be genuinely surprised if Sting and Darby win this match. I can see a reason to have them win and just have them relinquish the belts on Dynamite or something, but there would be no better way for the Bucks to cement themselves as Terrible People than by fucking on Sting and getting the belts.

Orange Cassidy vs Roderick Strong. While I have been enjoying OC as the Enternal International Champion, I think Roddy needs to win this to help legitimate Undisputed Kingdom as an actual faction to care about. I maintain some of the issues with the credibility of the group will be reduced once Adam Cole is able to actually go out there and do more than sit.

Samoa Joe vs Hangman Adam Page vs Swerve Strickland. It will suck if Hangman is unable to actually be there for the match (since reports are that there's some sort of "personal issue" that may impact this, which is why they did the foot thing). That said, regardless, I feel like Joe should retain. If it's all three of them, it perfectly sets up HangMAD being too caught up in trying keep Swerve from winning that he ends up also not winning.

Toni Storm vs Deonna Purrazzo. This match will probably be great. Deonna is great. Toni is great. I feel like the most likely outcome is some sort of fucky finish that allows Toni to retain. Although I wouldn't be surprised if it backfires and Deonna wins-- since that could feasibly set up a Toni/Mariah feud.

Eddie Kingston vs Bryan Danielson. I want Eddie to win. I always want Eddie to win. I think there's a solid case to be made for Bryan winning. However, I also think that Bryan's apparent refusal allow himself to be booked to win a title, and how hard he's going with the "Eddie is a bum and I don't respect him" lines, also makes a solid case for Eddie retaining. Undoubtedly, Eddie will have to lose the belts at some point, but I'm not sure that this is the best time. Plus, it would complete the story (lol) of Eddie earning the respect of Blackpool Combat Club (or re-earning, in the case of Mox).

Will Ospreay vs Konosuke Takeshita. Bruv I don't even care who wins. This match is gonna fuck.

Christian Cage vs Daniel Garcia. I *want* DG to win. Dude deserves having the belt. He's a former ROH Pure champ. He's great in the ring. People enjoy him. I legitimately don't think losing would hurt Christian from a fan perspective. The man can still be a reprehensible POS without the belt.

Wardlow vs Powerhouse Hobbs vs Lance Archer. A "Meat Madness" match. lmao. This is obviously just a big hoss shitpost match, but I think it'll be fun.

FTR vs Jon Moxley and Claudio Castagnoli. Wheeler has his pending trial in May from where he allegedly brandished a gun at someone on the highway (wtf man, settle the hell down) so I don't know exactly how that's going to factor in with any potential booking. Both FTR and Mox are booked in ways that keep them pretty protected (Mox has only been pinned clean what, like, maybe 4 times the entire time he's been in AEW? And one of those was when he was accidentally concussed.) so it'll be really interesting to see where this goes. I can see a case for either side winning, but I would speculate that if BCC loses, it would probably be Claudio eating the loss (or it'll be some kind of DQ).

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Warnings: Mentions of Body image Issues, Severe weight loss, past mental health issues

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Meet the OC - Emery

Name: Emery Annbeth Weston From: Denver, CO Born: 9th November, 1993 Siblings: 1 younger brother

Hair color: brown Eye Color: brown Height: 5’6 Weight: 124 lbs

     When she was 12, she developed an eating disorder, due to bullying that occurred from school. Despite being a perfect weight for her age, people called her names (fat, ugly) so she stopped eating almost completely. It got to an extreme, when she was 15 and barely weighed 71 pounds.

               For her 16th birthday, her family took her to a nearby WWE Smackdown show, where she was able to meet some of her favorites (Jeff Hardy, Rey Mysterio, Kofi Kingston, Beth Phoenix). The one that stood out the most to her, that took time to really talk to her, was Kofi Kingston. Just seeing how thin she was worried Kofi, and he made a deal with her—Get to a healthy weight, and when she becomes a star, he’ll team with her and they’ll win the (to be created) intergender tag team championships.

               Emery was filled with emotions after their talk, and while it took quite some time, she eventually got to a healthy weight and even began getting some muscle mass.

Favorite Wrestlers growing up: Jeff Hardy, John Cena, Rey Mysterio, Lita

Debuts in Wrestling: October 2013 – Ring of Honor March 2015 – New Japan Pro Wrestling Officially joined Bullet Club in June 2015 May 2019 – All Elite Wrestling

Wrestling Style: Arial, slight risk taker (look at who her favorites were, after all)

Paired With: Kenny Omega, Hangman Adam Page, Riley/El Phantasmo, Damian Priest, Orange Cassidy, Darby Allin, Wardlow, Jay White (Potentially: Jey Uso, Trent Seven, Chuck Taylor)

Best Friends with: Kenny Omega, Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson, Hangman Adam Page, Jay White, Kyle O’Reilly

Friends with: Austin Creed, Kofi Kingston, Marko Stunt, El Phantasmo, Chuck Taylor, Brandon Cutler

Who is like Family to her? Kyle O'Reilly: She's rather protective over; make sure he's keeping an eye on his sugar levels and always has a snack on hand for him if need be

Matt and Nick: They met her early in her career and took her in under their wings, helping to train her when they were in the area. They're rather protective over her, love to tease her on occasion, and they wouldn't trade her for the world.

Who would she like to meet in the Business? Finn Balor Damian Priest Pete Dunne (birthday twins~ ) Imperium (4 members, Walter, Fabian, Marcel and Thatcher) Seth Rollins

First Crush: Jeff Hardy

Hobbies: Playing Video Games, photography, travel and drawing

If she couldn’t wrestle anymore she would: Either just be a streamer or become a professional artist/start own business        

Secret of hers: She mayyyy, (or may not 😒 ) have a thing for older guys. 8-13 years older than her.

Languages known: Japanese (10%) Italian (78%) English Spanish (9%) French (24%)

Phobias: Snakes, drowning

Number of Tattoos: 5

Number of Piercings: 2 (normal ear ones – though during her Bullet Club Dark Angel days, she did consider getting a lip and tongue piercing)

Any History of broken bones? When she was 6, she fractured a bone in her arm. Luckily, it didn’t require surgery.

Any injuries from wrestling? In early 2014, after starting in ROH, she got knocked off a ladder and landed awkwardly. No concussions or breaks/fractures, but she sprained her ankle. Mid 2014, she was on the receiving end of a face-plant type maneuver and her nose got broken. They were able to reset it and it healed fine.

Behind the Story of ‘Dark Angel’ persona For the beginning of her career, Emery was a baby face. She didn’t want to be booed; she didn’t want to be a ‘bad guy’. She liked being a baby face. A lot of people suggested she try though, to see if she liked it or not, and if not then it could always be switched back.

She wasn’t convinced though.

When she made the trip to Japan, it was only meant to be temporary, for a few months at most. She got to hang out with her ROH friends like the Bucks—who in turn, introduced her to Kenny.

That was the moment all plans went out the window. The two of them hit it off and became almost inseparable. Gaming, arcades, cat cafes—they bonded over everything it seemed like. She got a good look at his Heel persona, the Cleaner, and wondered… perhaps it wouldn’t be too terrible?

With a little nudge from Kenny and some artistic input, they worked together in just mere months to create the Dark Angel version. Short blue hair, almost all black, punk-style clothing, and a badass attitude At first, she only wore more moderate clothing. Things that covered her-- issues stemming from her weight issues as a teen. However, after many conversations with not only Kenny, but Jay, Ibushi, Matt, Nick, and both Adams, she risked it all and wore slightly more revealing clothing, short shorts, skirts and cut-off shirts. And she began to love her body.

She’d cost people matches, interfere, attack people – even people twice her size—and she done it all with a smile and laughing maniacally.

Some people compared her to Harley Quinn or even the Joker.

Over the course of the next year, Emery got better at conniving and being devious, calculating and began to show disregard for Bullet Club enemies.

In 2017, she went with Kenny and got her first tattoo. A full-size pair of Angel wings on her back. After getting it, she no longer needed to wear the wing prop she had worn in previous years.

She figured, if she played an Angel, she might as well have wings. This is the moment that brought upon Kenny nicknaming her his ‘Angel’

[sychosid]

you and I should get along so awfully

jon moxley & "hangman" adam page

tw: violence, fighting

I just wanted to write men fighting, honestly. you can read this as a ship or just as two guys fighting it out.

[Ao3 link]

No hotel room would take them, they both knew that, so it was the furthest out, secluded motel they could find. Retro, charging by the hour for the night, for people who were going to be making noise and didn’t mind that. Yeah, whatever was the furthest room, whatever would let them have the most space.

They weren’t even at the door before the cowboy decked the wild thing with a heavy fist, laden with anger and excitement.

Mox was just the same, returning the gesture full swing, quite literally. 

“Can’t you fucking wait!” He was hissing at his companion, fist full of that western shirt that fit Hangman perfectly. Mox wanted nothing but to see it so stained with blood that Hangman would never get the blood out.

Adam only grinned, backing off from the grip. “Just playing fair Mox.”

“Shut the fuck up” Mox groaned, struggling with the key to the door of their motel room. “Fuck this stupid door and fuck you.”

“Here, move.” Adam was grabbing the key out of Mox’s hand, hip-checking him to the side and opening the door of the motel room with ease.

“Not bad for a drunk.”

That earned Mox another punch to his face, one he expected. With his right arm he twisted the fist away from him, using his left arm to brace and push Hangman into the motel room, landing almost on top of him. Swinging legs managed to kick the door shut behind them, the two of them struggling in the almost dark of the motel room. Artificial light peeked in from the blinds, providing them both with just the barest glimpses at each other. Blue eyes lit up by white halogens just outside their door. Mox took a second to breathe; they both did. He noticed the way Adam’s pupils were dilated, that he was waiting for this. Mox couldn’t deny it. He was too.

The disappointment and sick worry of their match’s finish stuck with him. The guilt too, but that washed away earlier that night when the cowboy showed up raring to go. Hell, the guy was just getting checked out for clearance but hey if he wanted to tango, they’d fucking tango.

Mox’s brain always did this. A million miles a minute. Adam’s hand came at him in slow motion and he couldn’t do a thing about it as he grabbed him by the back of the neck like he was a kitten and pulled him off.

The next thing the Ohio native was doing was spearing his opponent to the ground, raining down fists against a head shielded by sturdy arms. He considered playing nice. Adam had just come back from a concussion, but hey, he swung first. Mox was just retaliating. 

Moxley hadn’t noticed the knee Adam had up under him, feeling the wind get knocked out of him as a knee met his sternum. He couldn’t help the wheeze, rolling over and clutching at his chest as he heard that damned cowboy scrambling to get at him. Mox rolled over onto his front, withstanding the kicks to his back as he tried to catch his breath. A mistake–a rookie mistake. He could hear Eddie yelling at him in the back of his head.

Still, he had to do something. Mox rolled over just in time, from a knee that was going to come crashing down on his neck. Adam nearly crumpled in doing so, falling to support himself on his other knee as his palms caught him from falling completely. 

Mox took a beat, before lunging at Adam again on all fours, landing on top of the man again. Knock the fucking wind out of him? The wild thing wound up, hands keeping him steady with one foot on the ground, running a knee into the cowboy’s sternum. He felt the dirty, short carpet under his fingers. Scratchy and familiar, like a rundown church that was also a rec center. Maybe this place was more holy.

Adam went for the headbutt, and Mox jerked back.

“Oh no cowboy, I’m not risking out fun being cut off shortly because you hit your head again.”

There was that fiery flash of anger in Adam’s eyes. Mox grinned to himself, knowing what was going to come next. He braced himself for the assault, blood pumping, rushing so hard he heard his heartbeat in his ears.

This was going to be the best long night in a long time.

[usasportsworld]

Adam Page Officially Cleared To Compete

Adam Page Officially Cleared To Compete

Adam Page was taken out on a stretcher following a concussion he received at the hands of Jon Moxley during a previous episode of Dynamite. Tonight, the Hangman provided another update on his condition. Click here for our full coverage of AEW Rampage. Adam Page appeared in a backstage segment on Rampage tonight. The Hangman cut a scathing promo on Jon Moxley. Page had the medical report in his…

[wwelivetv]

Another AEW Star Dealing with an Injury (Report)

Another AEW Star Dealing with an Injury (Report)

Yet another prominent star from All Elite Wrestling is reportedly dealing with an injury. This year has seen several top names from the promotion go down hurt, including CM Punk (twice) and Bryan Danielson. Adam Cole has been out for months due to a concussion, while ‘Hangman’ Adam Page is also on the shelf. This week, it was reported that Abadon suffered an injury while competing at an indie…

[darkesttimelinejeffparker]

[Hangman Adam Page was taken tonight by medical personnel to a Cincinnati trauma center and was diagnosed with a concussion. He was discharged, but will remain in AEW's concussion protocol.

AEW and Hangman Page are grateful for the exemplary response and care of staff and local medical personnel, and are appreciative of the love and support of fans everywhere]

source

[meowjf]

Medical Update from AEW: Hangman Adam Page has a concussion and has been discharged.

[banannabethchase]

Hangman Adam Page just dropped the reality of the consequences of a concussion on live television and the idea of him not being able to find his son's name for a full hour is a level of shattering I don't know if I've seen on wrestling before, other than an injury.

[valorantprotocol]

finally got around to making my own valo oc. meet MIMIC (minus his tattoos bc i havent designed them yet)

their info is under the cut

theyre still very much in the drafting phase for wording but

i think his invis might need tweaking, its just a little too similar to yoru ult for my liking. but ill figure that out later

his lore is they’re trying to expose kingdom for being dodgy by breaking into kingdom offices and ““disguising”“ as an existing employee. very anti capitalist, very vocal about it. they got caught by chamber when HE was sneaking around, and the two formed an uneasy truce to not expose eachother. chamber later suggested them to brim for missions that need a more ”quiet touch” but just because stealth is their biggest skill, doesnt mean they cant handle himself.

hes a radiant, but doesnt like using his abilities when it comes to his kingdom related stuff. he feels it’d make him more recognizable, and put a bigger target on his back. (thats why hes got a concussive bomb while also having his energy projectile)

hes like.. in his late 20s? probs 26-28. theyre transmasc enby and gay. i cant decide if i want him to have a crush on someone on the team or not. he’d be good friends with breach, raze, and probs kj + neon. he does NOT like chamber, and wouldnt realllyyyy get along with viper (wouldnt like her attitude lolol) also probs wouldnt like kay/o either.

voiceclaim: "hangman” adam page

concepts:

[glo-13]

Who is Adam Page, how did he get hurt? What happened?

Adam Page is one of the wrestlers at AEW, also called Hangman. He was in a a match last night against Jon Moxley and during it, while performing a move Adam landed wrong and from what AEW had said got a concussion. It seemed like he got knocked out briefly so the match was stopped and the medical team came out to see what was going on. The statement AEW put out said he was discharged meaning he's okay but it was scary for everyone for a minute since they didn't know what was going on.

[biggoldbelt]

Hangman Adam Page Medical Update

Hangman Adam Page Medical Update

Hangman Adam Page was taken tonight by medical personnel to a Cincinnati trauma center and diagnosed with a concussion. He was discharged, but will remain in AEW’s concussion protocol. AEW and Hangman Page are grateful for the exemplary response and care of staff and local medical personnel, and are appreciative of the love and support of fans everywhere. Article source: allelitewrestling.com

[romegaketh]

i was going to write like a little essay to the anon who asked me maybe in good faith maybe not in good faith about the cpc but like... then i got another concussion and i'm tired. it is in my drafts but please i am begging all of you to read anything that comes out of the us state dept with like. a little critical reading. don't be hangman adam page here. who does human rights discourse serve. whose rights? whose humanity? why is it you're being asked to choose between the right to eat and be housed and the right to speak freely? who is asking that of you? have you ever asked the united states government to defend the free speech of julian assange or steven donziger?

also please google adrian zenz. just do that one for fun. it's a good time, i promise.

[aewhore]

Hi! I was wondering if you could maybe write a threesome smut between penelope ford, kip sabian, and a female reader?

Three’s a Party ~ Kip Sabian & Penelope Ford x fem! reader (NSFW)  

Request by @unusem13 (I hope you like it!!)

Walking around the backstage area of AEW Dynamite was always a weird time, there was always loads of people around and the energy was intoxicating. You were preparing for your match tonight against Penelope Ford, You had been feuding for the last 2 weeks after Kip had begun to feud with your tag team partner and overall best friend Hangman Adam Page, you had joined Page to assist at ringside when Penelope attacked you leading to your intergender tag match tonight. This was going to be a tough match for you. You hadn’t told anyone, not even Adam but you had a history with Penelope. You had dated back when you both were in the indies and you had to end it when you went to Japan but Penelope stayed in the states.  

You both hadn’t been in the same company let alone the same ring in at least 4 years. So now as you stand in the ring with Adam waiting for Penelope to make her entrance you can feel your nerves eating you alive. Her music plays and the crowd starts to boo herself, Kip and Miro, as they strut out of the heels entrance onto the ramp and towards the ring. “Let’s go Y/N! Put her away fast and drinks are on me tonight!” You’re snapped back to reality by Adam slapping you on the back and yelling encouragement over Penelope’s music. You smiled at Adam before looking back at Penelope on the other side of the ring to see she’s already staring at you. Something flashes in her eyes but she turns away towards her fiance before you can truly understand what she was thinking. The ref enters the ring and you and Adam decide that you should begin the match. 

The bell rings and you cautiously approach Ford to lock up to begin the match but she catches you off guard with a swift punch to the jaw knocking you backwards. You stand back up to square up to Ford. You had hoped to have a fair fight but Penelope had other plans when she slapped you starting a striking exchange between the two of you. Emotions were getting the better of you as you ignored Adam’s attempts to tag in, instead of focusing on causing Ford the most pain possible. The numbers advantage overwhelmed you when you and Ford spilt to the outside and Kip got in a few cheap shots. When you’re rolled back into the ring you get a burst of adrenaline and sprint towards Adam for the hot tag. You collapse on the ring apron as you watch your favourite cowboy clean house wiping out kip and Miro but leaving Chuckie standing (cos he ain’t do nothing wrong) 

You gather yourself on the apron as you watch your best friend do what he does best and beat Kip all around the ring. Miro gets involved and Adam loses the upper hand and you start a chant with the crowd to motivate Hangman to get back to your corner to tag you in. You’re so invested in getting Adam to get back to your corner, back to safety that you don’t notice Penelope had run around from her corner to yours to pull your legs out from under you, causing you to crash down, hitting you face on the apron on your way down. Agonizing pain rang through your skull as you curled up on the floor holding your head. You try to stand but your vision is blurred and you sway when you try to stand. You rely on the apron to hold yourself as your eyes focus. You see Kip hitting Adam with his finisher and you try to get into the ring to break up the pin but you’re too slow. Your heart sinks, you and Adam lost the match, had you paid attention, you would have won.  

You and Adam lean on each other as you make your way to the medics room. “I’m sorry Adam, I’m not a good tag team partner” you confess as you sit upon the medics bench. “Don’t worry about it darling, I ain’t the best teammate either” you both let out a pained chuckle as the doc comes over to check on you. There was a gentle knock on the door before a stagehand entered to call Adam to an important booking meeting. “I’m sorry darling I need to go, you’ll be okay. Call me when you get back to your hotel room ok?” you were saddened to see Adam go as you hate being in the medics room alone but he’s needed elsewhere. “Ok cowboy, I’ll call you later.” he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before exiting the room. The medic begins running tests on you after hangman leaves. “Alright Y/N, I’ll be back in a few moments with your diagnosis.” You hear the door open but you don’t hear it close so you turn your head to see the door open and Penelope and Kip standing in the doorway. 

“I thought you hated being in medic rooms alone,” Penelope asks as she enters the room to lean on the medics bench opposite you. “I do hate it, Adam had to leave and your little stunt may have given me a concussion so I didn’t exactly have a choice now did I?” You could stay angry at Ford so your eyes stayed glued to your shoes as you ranted at her. “Oh Y/N, don’t act like you want an apology, if the shoe was on the other foot you would have done the exact same thing.” Your eyes snap up to Ford as you try to think of a retort. “Oh would you two just kiss and make up already, all this tension is making me sick.” You and Penelope break eye contact when Kip groans from the other side of the medics room. You both stutter and try to come up with some sort of response when the doc comes through the door. Kip moves towards Penelope and puts his arm around her midsection before turning towards you. “Listen Y/N, I think I know exactly what will put an end to this tension between the two of you. After the show, room 254. I’ll explain if you show up” and with that, he leads Penelope out of the room. You follow the two of them with your eyes before the doc interrupts you. “Ok Y/N, I ran tests and it doesn’t look too bad, so you won’t have to go to the hospital but I would still recommend that you take the week off just to rest up.” you’re relieved that you won’t have to go to the hospital so you thank the doc and excuse yourself as fast as possible to go to the locker room to grab your things and get out of daily’s place as fast as possible. 

You get back to your hotel and have a long, hot shower to relax your muscles. When you get out you check your phone to see that Dynamite will end in a few minutes. Your mind mulls over Kip’s proposal, you wanted to know what the English man had in mind but what if you and Penelope couldn’t get past your tension. You dry your hair and get dressed before sitting on the bed, lost in your thoughts you grab your phone and text Adam that your Ok. you lock your phone and see you still have time. “Fuck it, what do I have to lose?” you mutter before grabbing your room key and making your way to the elevator. You exit on the second floor and your anxiety grows in your stomach. You stand at the door, the numbers 254 in a worn gold nailed to the door. You had to psych yourself up but your hand still raises to knock twice on the wooden door. You hear movement on the other side of the door before it unlocks and it opens to reveal Kip in his signature crop top and low sitting tracksuit bottoms revealing the top band of his designer boxers. 

“I had a feeling I’d be seeing you doll” Kip’s arrogance rolls off him as he moves slightly to allow you to walk into the room. “It’s good to see you too Sabian” You walk into the room to see Penelope sitting on the bed on her phone before she looks up at you and a small smile graces her face, you smile back before you hear Kip walk up behind you. “I’m guessing you're wondering why I asked you to come here.” you turn to see Kip smiling at you. You nod at him, signaling for Kip to continue. “Well Y/N, I have noticed that you and my fiancee have a lot of tension, so myself and Penelope have spoken about what we can do to settle this.” Your eyes dart between Ford and Sabian as you try to understand what Kip is saying. “I still love you Y/N” you gasp at Penelope’s confession, she stands and begins to walk towards you. “Wrestling you tonight tore me up, and seeing Adam have to help you to the back broke my heart, I’m sorry and I’d like to make it up to you tonight.” You smile at Penelope but frown when you realize that you still haven’t been told what you all are doing tonight. Your thoughts are interrupted when Penelope smashes her lips against yours, Your shock melts into lust as you melt into Penelope’s touch. Her lips were as soft as you remembered and her hands moved up to hold your jaw. You both break apart and gasp to catch your breath.  

You felt someone press against you back and you identify it as Kip. You smile at the supposedly cocky English man’s need for attention. “See! I told you, you guys could kiss and make up” he grumbles before laying gentle kisses on your neck. You and Penelope make eye contact before you say. “Aw kip, was someone feeling a bit left out?” you giggle slightly. “I think we can make room for him, couldn’t we Y/N?” Penelope plays along with you in teasing Kip. You turn your head to face Kip before placing your hand under his chin and bringing him in to kiss you. His stubble is a rough contrast to his soft lips and strong hands gripping your hips. You grind your hips back against Kip’s growing erection. You feel Penelope trailing kisses along your neck and trails down your chest. You moan as Penelope’s hands move to massage your breasts, your back arches towards her. You and Kip break apart and Penelope leans back away from you, all three of you are breathing deeply when an idea pops into your head. “We’re all wearing too many clothes.” Before you can fully finish your sentence Penelope’s hands reach for the rim of your shirt and Kip’s hand hook onto your leggings. You’re left in your bra and panties as you reach to unzip Penelope’s jeans and tug them down. You see Kip’s shirt fall to the floor followed by his pants. When you are all left in your undergarments, You reach your hands under Penelope’s thighs to pick her up so she wraps her thighs around your waist. You carry her towards the bed and lay her down on her back in the center of the bed. 

You settle yourself between her legs as you trail kisses from her throat down her sternum down her stomach until you reach the rim of her panties and you pull her lacy thong down her thighs and out of your way. You make eye contact with her before you begin to kiss and suck along her thigh before you begin to kitten lick her soaked slit. Her moans begin to flow out of her as you lick at her pussy, moving your mouth from her opening to her clit and back again. You were on all fours with one of your hands wrapped around one of Penelope’s thighs and another on her pelvis to keep her from bucking too much. You feel Kip settle behind you and run two fingers over your clothed wet pussy, before he hooks his finger in the crotch of your panties and pulls them down your thighs before completely ripping them off of you. Kip massaged your clit with 2 of his fingers before he slips those two fingers into you and you loudly moan against Penelope causing a domino effect creating a loud moan from her as well. You can feel Kip thrust his fingers into you and scissors them inside you giving you this euphoric feeling of being gently stretched out.  

Kip takes his fingers out of you and you whine at the feeling of loss but before you can complain he rubs the head of his cock along your folds and you go to move your head to moan but Penelope grabs your hair to keep your focus between her thighs. Kip slowly pushes his cock into you, you can feel Kip’s cock fill you perfectly as he pushes inside you before he nudges against your G spot which makes your eye roll into the back of your head at the sensory overload. Kip thrusts into you at a toe-curling pace and you can’t help but fuck your hips back onto him. You take a break from sucking Penelope’s clit to wet your middle and ring fingers so you can plunge them into her needy hole causing her to arch her back completely off the bed and grind against your fingers and mouth. You match Kip’s thrusting pace with your fingers as you feel your orgasm get nearer and nearer. You latch your mouth back onto Penelope’s clit and her hand in your hair tightens as she screams out your name. You feel her pussy tighten around your fingers as a blast of wetness hits your face, you continue thrusting your fingers into her, fucking her through her orgasm. The coil in your pelvis gets tighter and tighter before Kip reaches one of his hands around to rub tight circles on your clit and the coil snaps as you cum all over Kip’s cock. Your pussy tightening and the added moisture causes Kip’s thrusts to stutter as he thrusts deeply into you one last time before painting your walls with his cum.  

You all collapse into a tangle of limbs as you lay in the center with Kip’s arm wrapped around your chest with Penelope’s leg thrown over your hip. Penelope’s hand came up to caress your jaw and you can’t help but melt into her hand. “So is it safe to say that the tension between the two of you is gone?” Kip jokes as he nuzzles into your neck. “Hm, I don’t know, I think we’ll have to do this again sometime to really get all the tension out” Penelope jokes before she kisses your cheek. You giggle as you think, oh you’ll definitely be doing this again sometime.

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AEW Books Adam Page's In-Ring Return & More For Dynamite Next Week

AEW Books Adam Page’s In-Ring Return & More For Dynamite Next Week

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