#jack perry fic

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Jack Perry x Reader●

Summary: You get revenge on The Elite for hurting Tony Khan and Kenny Omega.

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing backstage, eyes wide as I watch Jack, Okada and The Young Bucks beating up Tony Khan. I gasp and cover my mouth seeing The Bucks hit Tony with a Meltzer Driver. All four of them make their way to gorilla than down the hallway where I am standing, shocked at what happened. They start walking past me with a camera man behind them and I grab Jack's arm.

"Hey!"

He turns and so does the rest of them.

"What was that?! Why did you do that?! How could you?!"

I look at Jack than at the Bucks and Okada than back to Jack. He scoffs at me and rolls his eyes.

"It's none of your business Y/N."

"He is the owner! Why would you do that?! What is wrong with you?!"

He sighs than quickly puts his hand around my neck and pushes me against the wall. He moves his head next to mine.

"I said it is none of your business. Got it?"

I gulp, shake my head yes as I look at him trying to breathe properly. Matt comes over and pats his shoulder.

"I think you made your point Jack. Let's go."

Jack looks me in my eyes than slowly lets go watching me fall to my knees. I start coughing, looking down as they all walk away. I hear someone come running over to me.

"Y/N! Are you okay?"

I look up seeing Dax and Cash kneeling down next to me. Cash puts his hand on my cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. I look slightly over his shoulder seeing Jack standing at the end of the hallway watching. I look back at Cash, lean into his hand and smile at him. Cash helps me up when I look over seeing Jack is gone. The camera guy turns off his camera and walks off.

"Thanks guys. If you ever need anything, let me know."

"How about you stick around us just incase?"

"Good idea. Seems like I need a little bit of backup now."

"We got you lady!"

We fist bump than head off our separate ways.

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*next Wednesday Dynamite*

Kenny Omega makes his way to the ring and cuts a promo about his condition. Okada makes his way out to the ring, arguing with Kenny about who is the best bout machine. Jack Perry comes up behind Kenny and hits him in the back. They start smacking Kenny with a chair and hit the EVP trigger on him. I run to FTR's locker room and start banging on the door.

"Guys! Guys! They are beating up Kenny!"

Dax and Cash come running out of the room as I run behind them. We run down to gorilla as I grab a steel chair and we run down to the ring. We slide in and I swing the chair at Jack as he is climbing out of the ring smacking the back of his shoulder. Dax and Cash chase The Bucks out of the ring and Okada stands at the top of the ramp waiting for them. I throw the chair at them almost hitting Jack again than kneel down next to Kenny.

"Kenny. The doctors are coming. I am here."

He groans as the doctors help him on the stretcher. I walk next to Kenny as we start walking backstage when, out of nowhere, Dax and Cash get attacked. I yelp when someone grabs my hair and yanks me into their body, wrapping their one arm around my waist.

"Stop! Let me..."

Their other hand wraps around my mouth as they bring their mouth up to my ear.

"You better chill out or I am going to make you chill out."

I gulp hearing Jack's voice in my ear but, I keep trying to get out of his grip. He makes me watch as Matthew flips Kenny off the stretcher. Jack throws me onto the ground and they all leave. I crawl over to Kenny and put my hand on his chest.

"Kenny. I'm here. The doctors are here."

Kenny looks up at me, puts his arm up and wipes my forehead with his thumb.

"You are bleeding Y/N. You should get your head checked out."

"You are more important. I'm coming with you."

"That would be great. I have an idea to talk to you about."

The doctors help him on the stretcher, put him in the ambulance than I climb in, sitting next to him. We head off for the hospital.

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*next Wednesday Dynamite*

Kenny has a video package from the hospital playing on the titantron while The Elite are standing in the middle of the ring. Kenny tells them they are having an Anarchy at the Arena match at Double or Nothing.

"Oh and guys..... the leader of Team AEW, Jack knows very well. Good luck."

The video shuts off and it goes back to The Elite in the ring. Nicholas brings the microphone to his mouth looking at Jack.

"Who is it Jack? Kenny says you know this person very well!"

"I'm not su...."

He gets cut off by my music blaring over the speakers, making the crowd erupt and I walk out to the top of the ramp smirking down at them in the ring. Jack's jaw is dropped staring up at me. Nicholas leans on the ropes looking at me.

"Who is on your team? Bring them out! Because we are just going to take them out at Double or Nothing."

FTR's music hits and The Bucks start freaking out in the ring. We all fist bump than they stand on my left. The arena goes quiet when Eddie Kingston's music hits as he comes out ready for a fight. I smirk looking down at the ring as Cash walks to my right side and puts his arm around my neck. Jack's face goes from normal to straight anger. The arena goes quiet again until Bryan Danielson's music hits and the crowd booms with the yes chants. We make our way down to the ring and get in their faces. Me and Dax are staring down Jack, Eddie with Matthew, Cash with Nicholas and Bryan with Okada.

"Don't even think about putting one finger on us! Don't even...."

We all start throwing hands and beating the crap out of them. The refs and security pull us apart and The Bucks and Okada retreat out of the ring. I grab Jack by his arm and pull him towards me.

"This is for your own good baby."

I kiss his cheek, toss him towards Cash and he lifts him up as him and Dax hit Jack with the shatter machine. I push him out of the ring towards the ramp and the rest of them yell at them at the top of the ramp. Cash walks over, puts his arm around me and we celebrate with the crowd to end Dynamite.

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*in my locker room*

Changing into some sweatpants, I hear my locker room door open. Before I can barely turn around, I am pushed onto the couch with a hand around my throat. I look up seeing Jack towering over me.

"Don't make a sound."

I gulp, shaking my head yes as he lets go of me and walks over to the door, locking it. I watch him slowly breathing and he walks back over to me. He slowly puts his hand around my throat again making me look up at him.

"Why are you sticking your nose in my business? Huh? Is it because I broke up with you when I left AEW months ago? Is it because you still love me?"

I gulp, looking at him as a tear streams down my cheek onto his hand. He slowly takes his hand off my throat looking at me with a concerned face.

"You.... you still love me....?"

I look up at him trying to blink back the tears in my eyes.

"Jack..... I've never stopped...."

"Y/N...."

He puts his hand on the side of my face and rubs his thumb along my jawline.

"I never stopped loving you too. I was so stupid for letting you go. I thought it would be better if we weren't together and I was totally wrong. I'm so sorry."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Every word."

I look up at his face trying to find even a hint of him lying but, his face looks very upset and concerned.

"I believe you. For now. You are gonna have to earn my trust back."

"I will do whatever it takes. I love you."

I stand up looking at him and put my hands on his shoulders.

"You love me? And will do whatever it takes to make this right?"

"Whatever it takes."

"Than lets start planning for me turning on Team AEW at Double or Nothing."

His eyes light up with a big smile on his face and he grabs me into a big hug.

"I love you so much Y/N! I am gonna prove you can trust me from now on!"

"I love you so much too Jack! I am willing to give you one more chance."

"That's all I need!"

He puts his hands on the sides of my face, pulls me into him and kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. He pulls back looking at me, still holding the sides of my face.

"Let's go work out that plan of yours with the guys."

[r3dr3ality]

As a hooray for the last part of the stich event coming out I have weird drawings

[hangmatts]

matt’s on the internet too much.

[ drabble. mentions of nsfw. ]

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“Jack?”

“Hmm?” Jack replied, fingers running through Matt’s hair.

Matt was laying on Jack’s bare chest, scrolling through TikTok. Their sheets were barely covering them and they weren’t bothered enough to clean up after having sex.

“You’re my pookie.”

Jack’s face suddenly changed from tired to confused. He looked down at Matt.

“What?”

“You’re my pookie. Am I not using that word right?” Matt frowned. “I thought I was.”

“No, you are- that doesn’t matter. Where did you learn that?”

“TikTok.”

“Okay, that’s it.” Jack took Matt’s phone, immediately clicking on settings

“Hey! What are you doing? Give me my phone back!” Matt climbed over Jack, trying to reach for his phone. His attempts quickly failed as Jack was surprisingly fast at moving the phone out of Matt’s reach.

“You’re on the internet too much. I’m putting a time limit on TikTok.”

“What? That’s ridiculous, I’m not a child!” Matt crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m setting it to 30 minutes per day.”

“ONLY 30??”

“That’s me being generous. There’s also a password on the controls so you can’t change it, even if you tried.”

“You dick!”

“Really? Going to insults now?”

“I gave you a compliment and you changed the controls on my phone!”

“No, you called me a word you shouldn’t know and I changed the controls because you’re on the internet too much.”

“I am not!”

“Sure.” Jack handed Matt’s phone back. “Also, you passed the 30 minute limit.”

Matt looked down at his screen to see the TikTok app locked.

“Great.” He tossed his phone aside. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Well…” Jack looked at Matt, who was still on top of him. “…You are in a good position-”

“Unbelievable! You think I’d do all the work after what you just did?”

“You never do all the work.”

Matt wanted to protest but Jack was right.

“I am so mad at you right now.”

“Mad enough to not fuck?”

“…No.” Matt moved off Jack and laid back in his spot. “But you’re doing all the work.”

“Of course I am.” Jack sighed

[sydsaint]

Smug little baatard man. I love you <3

Summary: The reader is surprised to see Jack Perry finally back in AEW after his prolonged hiatus from the company. The two were close before the incident with CM Punk. But Jack never tried to reach out after the fight.

You are backstage for Dynamite talking with Willow and Kris after your match against Robyn Renegade a few minutes ago.

"The belt looks so good on you, Willow." You compliment Willow and the shiny new TBS championship belt hanging off her shoulder. "I can't wait to see you and Mercedes go at it. It's going to be such a good match."

"Thanks, YN." Willow smiles at you. "I saw your match with Robyn just now. You looked great back there." She pays the compliment back.

You, Willow, and Kris chat for a while about work. Kris is showing you a new photo of her pet lizard when the three of you notice the sound of the AEW crowd becoming rowdy.

"What's got them all worked up?" You wonder aloud.

"No clue. Wanna go see?" Kris shrugs.

You and Willow nod so the three of you weave your way through the backstage are. You make it down near the tunnel entrance where some monitors are streaming the show.

"Isn't that Jack Perry?" Willow is the first one to speak up. "What's he doing out there with the Jackson brothers and Okada?" She asks.

Your attention snaps to the monitor in front of you at the mention of Jack's name. You haven't seen Jack since the incident last Summer at All-In with CM Punk. Kris notices the surprised look in your eyes and remembers that you and Jack were hanging out a bunch before the incident.

"Hey, didn't you and Jack used to be close?" Kris asks you.

"Yeah." You nod. "I haven't talked to him since that fight he got into with CM Punk." You explain.

Willow turns around to join the conversation. "That long?" She asks you. "He didn't even like text you?"

You shake your head and turn back to the monitor. You watch Jack commit an assault on poor defenseless Tony Khan with help from The Elite. Your stomach churns at the despicable sight. But in the back of your mind, you can't help but notice how attractive Jack seems now. This new persona he's putting on is enticing, to say the least.

"Damn, that was brutal." Willow shakes her head when the camera feed cuts out, signaling the end of the show.

"I know." You agree.

Kris and Willow head back to the locker rooms so they can get ready to leave. But you linger backstage for a bit. You hang around and try not to act suspicious until eventually, Jack comes strutting back through the tunnel with his new friends.

"YN!" Matt Jackson greets you with a smug grin. "What are you doing hanging out all the way out here?" He asks you casually.

"Hi, Matt- er, Matthew. Sorry." You offer the EVP a small wave. "I was just cooling off and enjoying the show." You explain.

Matt nods and steps off to the side with Nick and Okada. Jack steps up to the front of the group and locks eyes with you.

"Hey, Jack." You smile at your former close friend. "You grew a beard! It looks nice." You pay him a friendly compliment.

"YN." Jack returns your smile. "It's good to see you again." He takes a step toward you and away from his newfound friends. "You've been growing out your hair? It looks nice too." He adds.

You smile at the ground sheepishly and nod. "Yeah, thanks. How are you?" You ask him. "I heard that you were off doing some work in Japan. How was it over there?"

"It was good." Jack shrugs. "I learned a lot while I was over there, that's for sure." He explains. "Hey...listen, YN. I'm sorry that I didn't call or anything these past few months." He rubs the back of his neck.

You shake your head at Jack's admittance of guilt. "Jack, no, it's alright." You assure him. You step forward and close the gap between the two of you. Jack looks a bit surprised when you place a gentle hand on his arm.

"You're forgiving me? Just like that?" Jack laughs. "But I was such a dick to you these past few months." He shakes his head again. "I mean. I just up and left! I ghosted you for so long!"

You shrug and crack a small smile. "You were getting railroaded!" You remind him. "Scapegoat, remember? I get it. And sure, it would have been nice to get a call or a text just to see how you were doing. But it's okay. I get it." You assure him one more time.

Jack laughs again and you suddenly find yourself trapped against his chest in a warm embrace. "Man. You've really got it bad for me, don't you?" He teases you. His new bad-boy persona breaking through.

You giggle and break out of his embrace. "I've got it bad?" You quirk a brow at him. "You spent half a year in Japan surrounded by groupies and yet here you are." You tease him right back. "Right here begging me to forgive you for ghosting me."

You and Jack both laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. You glance down at his hand now holding your wrist in the gap between the two of you. It's like he's making sure that you aren't going to go anywhere.

When you glance back up at Jack's face you find him staring at you with a tell-tale twinkle in his eye. You recognize the look to be the same one you used to give him when he wasn't paying attention. Like you are just dying to kiss him.

"If I try and kiss you right now, you aren't going to slap me, right?" Jack asks you playfully.

You shrug and match his playful smile. "I guess you'll just have to try it and find out." You tease him.

Your teasing remark earns one last laugh from Jack before he closes the gap between the two of you. You feel his hand snake behind your back, his palm laying flat against the small of your back as he pulls you flush against him. Your eyes flutter shut as Jack crashes his lips to yours in a sweet but passionate kiss. A kiss that's about three years in the making and about six months late.

But damn was it worth the wait.

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in December, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

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[0dahv11ng]

and what if i told yall im trying to write a prohibition era the elite/bcc fic. then what.

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER 2023/2024」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — jack finds himself in a precarious position after an argument

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ],  pegging fdom, msub, brat taming brat!jack, hair pulling, hatefucking [ after argument ] degradation anal sex, sex toys, anal penetration, male orgasm, handjob

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 557

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x jack perry

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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“that’s it pretty boy take every inch”

the word ringing sinful through jack’s ears as you filled him to the brim 

feeling himself stretch around the ribbed dildo was nothing short of exhilarating 

being spurred on by languid thrusts on your part, just ebbing the toy deeper and deeper until the axis’ of your hips collide. grinding skin against skin 

jack was breathless, quiet. 

for this was his punishment for mouthing off to you a mere fifteen minutes prior 

the experience overall new for him, his senses have never been matched with the same stimuli

his body jutting against the soft rhythms movements you provided, back arching slightly to gain further stimulation 

his cock half hard and throbbing, leaking creamy essence that bleeds into the bedsheets. 

manicured nails rake through his tousled curls, tugging slightly to - at the very least- get is his attention 

“you gonna behave?” your voice authoritative, stern, a demand rather than a question 

what parts his lips is a small grunt, nothing that would indicate any actual substance, still its a response nonetheless

“words.” another demand accompanies a rougher thrust, one that makes his stomach whirl and cock pulse with arousal. 

“yes.” he growls, frustrations brewing in his chest as the words cut, seething as they left his mouth. 

“prove it.” 

demands. constant. 

“i’ll do anything fuck-” he grunts through gritted teeth “just let me cum, you fuckin’ bitch-” 

you halt you movements, the tough remains inside his tight hole, clenching around the silicone 

“on you’ll cum alright, on my time. only i have that power” 

your hand reached down to idly thumb a the tip of his cock. 

“now be a good boy and behave” 

you did not give the the privilege to respond only tightening the grip in his hair 

other hand beginning to stroke his cock with rapid motions

pre-cum and lube slicked his shaft, making it easier fo you to toy and play with him

his cock throbs in your palm aggressively 

arousal building quicker than you can register 

a sheen of sweet builds on his skin, making him shimmer with a golden hue under warm lamplight

he cums unexpectedly, coating your knuckles in a gloss of milky white

he shivers, cowers almost into the bedsheets, hips jutting still against the phantoms of your touches 

the toy still very much buried inside him, not that he minded, he rather enjoyed the sensation.

not satisfied, you gripped his aching cock again, thumb running over the sensitive bulb of his tip all fiery an red, swollen with arousal 

“wait-“ he whimpers, still trying to recollect his breath 

“fuck- mmm…” 

“what did i say before? you cum when i say you can”

you increase the movement of your hand pushing him further and further into the realm of overstimulation 

“thought you were gonna behave yourself”

”’m sorry-“ he whines, mouth parting with a guttural moan 

“fuck just let me cum! i’m sorry, i’ll be good” 

your hips snap against his violently, making him take every inch nice and deep

”good.” 

you feel his cock throb in your palm once more just begin for release

”now cum.”

he does and forcefully too, emptying what seemed like buckets of cum to him into your palm

his cock going languid against your fingertips, drooling and dribbling pearlescent strings.

he almost collapses into the bedsheets, a boyish grin gracing his features, a small chuckle follows 

he definitely needs you to do this to him again

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[thesupreme316]

Girl I’m ready for the next part of Had it Coming 😩🫶🏼

Had it Coming (Part 5): Hook'sSister!Reader X Christian Cage, Reader X Jack Perry

Summary: It's been some months after the confrontation with Jack about your relationship. Are things still holding up strongly in your life?

Word Count: 2K (hehe...i need help)

Supreme Speaks: thank you guys so much for supporting this series and showing it love. aight look, this took a hot minute so please go easy on this. also, thank you so much for being patient and to my anons i hope you are still here. Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: DARK PORTRAYAL OF JACK (tw: obsessive, stalking), explicit language, proofread i hope (if yall wanna help a sista out lmk hmu)

You thought that all of your problems were solved. You thought you were actually moving towards happiness yet again. But no, this shit can’t get any fucking worse.

It’s been approximately 6 months since you last saw Jack. For the first month, you kept receiving messages from him ranging from angry to sadness. You blocked his number but he was getting new phone numbers and using his friends’ phones to text you. You ended up getting a new number but that didn’t even stop him as he even began texting you on Instagram and Twitter.

It was driving you crazy, the constant noise of your phone going off, and the constant feeling that you were being watched. You started to seek therapy because of it and tried everything to distract you from it. Even Tony allowed you to take time off however much you needed to cope and heal.

But then one day and for the rest of the 5 months, he was radio silent.

It wasn’t because he finally got the hints though. It was because he signed to New Japan Pro Wrestling. Because they have a rigorous training and performance schedule, he didn’t have enough time to text you.

The new silence and peace allowed you to focus on other and more important things. You started wrestling again and actually made you feel better. You were winning more matches all by yourself, the crowd slowly but surely started to get behind you again, and you were rising up to be one of the top talents within the women’s division. You decided that being in the ring was the best course of action for your career, mindset, and peace. After all, there wasn’t much you could do in just a managerial position, besides supporting your boyfriend.

And speaking of your boyfriend, you two have been going through some challenges within your relationship. Christian was keeping a closer eye on you. He never allowed you to leave the house by yourself when you had days off, and when you were at work you were always escorted to your destinations. At first, it was endearing, however, over time it became smothering and overbearing. It was like Christian was becoming less of the person you fell in love with and more into a….

Bother.

After all, he hasn’t been catering to your needs or relationship, always focused on work. You’ve tried to tell him your feelings but he doesn’t seem to listen as he’s too absorbed with his career. And was too absorbed to even send you flowers like he normally does.

He began to get very obsessed with his TNT Championship and his rivalry with his former best friend, Adam Copeland. He started to wrestle even less than usual and just paraded around the building before going home. And then he became very obsessed with The Patriarchy, the name of his faction. Originally, it was just you, Christian, and Luchasaurus. But now, you were in and out of the picture, he changed Luchasaurus’ name to Killswitch, and he added Nick Wayne to the group, the same kid he embarrassed months ago. Which all contributed to why you’re sitting here in the group’s locker room now.

Killswitch was pacing around the room, shadowboxing the air. You were sitting on the couch listening to Nick Wayne and his various questions and stories about wrestling. He’s a sweet kid, a second-generation wrestler, and very curious just about life. His big brown eyes just lit up every time you offered him advice or laughed at his jokes.

“So Miss. Y/N-“

“Nick, I told you that you don’t have to call me that. Y/N is fine with me.”

“Oh okay, Y/N, has Mr. Cage always been very stoic? He seems to be very uptight.” Nick said in a whisper, careful to not let Killswitch hear.

You giggled as you looked towards the open door where Christian was loudly talking on the phone.“Yeah, but he knew how to relax, have fun, and make others a priority. But right now, he’s going through a phase.” Nick’s eyes widened at you as you cleared your throat. “He’s just a little on edge right now. But look at the bright side; you’re improving so much in the ring.”

Nick smiled at you, “Thank you! Mr. Cage has really been giving me great pointers. But I also wanna thank you for helping me with that submission move.”

“No problem, I-“ you started but cut yourself off when you heard Christian start to yell in the hallways. You excused yourself before going in the hallway and shutting the door. You grabbed his phone and put it up to your ear, making your boyfriend’s jaw drop. “I’m sorry for that. Mr. Cage is busy and will have to call you later. Thank you!” You said before hanging up the phone.

“Y/N-“

“You are being way too loud and you're going back to your old ways. This is the first time you’re yelling on the phone in months.”

His eyes cut at you and his tone grew to very stern, “That was a very important business-“

“Everything is very important business with you, right? The faction, your championship, but not your relationship. You’re focused on everything but me and I just ask if you can just once think about me.”

Christian’s face grew with confusion as he ran his fingers through his short dirty blonde hair. “Everything I do is for you Y/N. I fight for you, I protect you, I provide for you, especially ever since that day with Jack. But I’ve been trying to give you space since you feel smothered and whatnot.”

You huffed, upset that he hasn’t seen your ways yet, “Oh so that TNT Championship is for me? So this group is for me? Newsflash, all this is your doing and for your benefit but it wasn’t ever anything until I came into the picture. Has it ever crossed your mind that I feel smothered because I feel like I’m not in a relationship anymore? In terms of Jack, I’ve been doing a lot of healing but I cannot continue to heal if you’re holding me hostage like how he did.”

Christian’s eyes widened before shock, fear, and disappointment took over his eyes. It made your heart hurt, but it was something that you felt and you had to let him know. He stepped closer and leaned down, not taking his blue eyes off of you, “What are you trying to say?”

“I think you know what.” You whispered as his face was centimeters close to yours. The silence and air became so tense that you felt like you were suffocating. Before either of you could say something, his phone started to ring in your hand. He grabbed the phone and looked at the name.

“Go inside now. I’ll be there shortly.” He said as he turned his body away to answer the phone. Upon entering the locker room, you could have sworn his tone was more excited and softer…like how he used to talk to you. As you closed the door, Nick looked at you and gave you a soft smile. You sat next to him and began another conversation to wait out Christian.

Five minutes later, Christian came back into the locker room with something- someone in tow. She was a tall blonde woman, who was a little bit taller than Christian due to her heels. She looked like a supermodel. She was dressed in all black, matching your boyfriend’s actions. You looked over at Nick, whose eyes were about to pop out of his head. Already, you felt some off vibes. Christian cleared his throat to address the room.

“Everyone, I would like to introduce someone. This is will be my new manager,” Those words made both your stomach drop. However, him pulling flowers out from behind him to give them to her would make your heart drop. He continued, “and I’m sure she will be a great asset to The Patriarchy, please welcome Shayna-“

“Mom?” Nick’s voice shouted from beside you. Your eyes also began to pop out of your head. ”What is this?!”

“Nick, this is a business arrangement. This should be fun, I get more acquainted with the wrestling industry and I get to spend more time with you. Mr. Cage made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse.” She said giggling while leaning on his shoulder, making your boyfriend smile and chuckle. She rubbed his shoulder and flipped her hair while continuing to talk.

Normally, you wouldn’t get insecure about another woman near Christian but at this point, you couldn’t help it. It made your eyes and heart hurt, seeing them so comfortable together and for her to look like she naturally belonged next to him.

But also, it made you mad as hell that he was allowing someone else to showcase this behavior alone right in front of you.

To distract yourself, you started looking at your phone and you found two text messages. One was from your brother, Tyler, asking you to come see him as he had important news. From the looks of his text, which has no acronyms or emojis, you assumed that it was bad news. The other one was from an unknown number, you were about to unlock and read the text until a figure was standing over you. You looked up from your phone to see Shayna standing over you, with almost a smug smirk.

“You must be Y/N, I’ve heard a lot about you!” She said as her smirk transformed into a smile. You stood up and gave her a small fake smile. She extended her hand to you.

Looking at her hand, you said, “Nice to meet you. However, I should be going.” You stepped aside and headed towards the door.

“Killswitch, go with her,” Christian commanded as you opened the door. Killswitch started to make his way over to you.

You rolled your eyes saying, “These are family matters. I’m going alone.” Before slamming the door shut in Killswitch’s face. You quickly marched, damn near ran, to Tyler’s locker room.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. “Okay, you had no emotions in your text, is everything ok-” You looked up to see your brother…kissing a brunette woman.

Which at first you didn’t have a problem with.

Tyler quickly stepped away from the woman but soon grabbed her waist, turning her to you, to reveal all-too-familiar blue eyes mooning as she made an awkward smile.

“Anna?” You said with your voice hesitating. Anna Jay gave a small wave to you as Tyler scratched his neck and then ran his hand through his own hair.

Now, you have a problem with it. In a shocked state, turned around despite your brother’s protesting and asking you to let him explain. You shut the door and just kept walking down the hallway.

You were just shocked and angry. Your brother, whom you’re very close with just stood there making out with the same woman who was detrimental in the break up of your last relationship. You couldn’t help but think that all this trouble was karma catching up with you. After all, you did at first betray him to date his best friend and become his enemy at first.

As you’re trying to process what was happening between your relationship with Christian and your relationship with Tyler, your phone goes off to show you the message that you never opened. Your body naturally stopped in the hallway to pay attention to your phone. You swiped on your screen to reveal a message that sent chills down your spine and your phone crashing to the floor. Tears started to fill your eyes as you began to feel overwhelmed with all that was going on in your life. You dropped to your knees as you re-read the text with your tears hitting your now cracked phone screen.

Unknown number: 7:08 PM

Hey Y/N, I would like to talk and apologize to you…properly. Please text me back.

~Love, Jack

At this point, karma and trouble has caught up to you.

And you only had yourself to blame.

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[catch-needed-hobbies]

Jack and Fire Types

The Elite had a hard job in professional wrestling; entertain the masses, showcase incredible athletes, change the world, pray on people’s downfall—the lives of the EVPs and their associates were not easy. As such, Jack Perry only thought it was deserved for him to rest by the pool for the afternoon.

Tropius meanwhile, was splashing away in the water, its foliage soaking up the sun reflecting off the water droplets sticking to it. Because of the Pokémon’s large size, water was going everywhere, and Jack felt justified in pulling his lawn chair further into the grass than to stay in its original spot.

Grass types loved being in the water, and growing up in California meant that even if Jack didn’t have a Water type Pokémon himself, someone he knew did. It was not uncommon to wander through beaches and see people letting their Pokémon out into the sea so they can enjoy the warm sun and bask in it. Both Water types and Grass types enjoyed such things.

Fire types… not so much. It wasn’t rare to see them at the beach—bonfires and fireworks and grills were a thing—but rarely ever would you see any getting close to the ocean, especially if any of them had flames actively engulfing any part of their body. It wasn’t life threatening or anything; it seemed to just be an instinctual avoidance of bodies of water on their part.

But then again, Grass types exhibited similar behavior in the wild. A lot of forest fire safety PSAs focused on how certain Grass or Bug type Pokémon could grow to fear their home if fires were made by humans there.

So he supposed it was a bit funny how many people with Fire types as their partner Pokémon Jack had surrounded himself with. Funny but also pathetic.

The first one that came to mind was of course Christian Cage; joining Jack and Luchasaurus—not Killswitch, fuck that stupid name—with his at-the-time Litleo. Christian was one of those wrestlers that had been in the game for so long his original partner no longer fought alongside him, being a stay-at-home Mon while Christian returned to the sport with a new partner. That of course was the little Litleo with fire in her heart and a mischief in her eyes. It was cute at first; a man of Christian Cage’s reputation and status battling with a cub that barely produced a powerful enough Ember to make the other Pokémon even flinch.

But Christian had insisted on nurturing and raising his new partner from the beginning, as he’d done when he first started wrestling. And soon enough, Litleo evolved into a powerful and vicious Pyroar, one that Christian adored very much and spoiled rotten. Jack had always been amused by how much of a diva she’d evolved into, until the betrayal hit and he watched as that same Pokémon he used to carry in his arms to the ring viciously attacked his poor Tropius.

The singe marks on its leaf wings didn’t go away for weeks.

But one bad experience with Fire Pokémon was nothing; there are no bad Pokémon after all, only bad trainers. So Jack didn’t think anything of it when Hook offered him a helping hand after he was attacked; a hand that extended to his Pokémon as well as Jack watched Hook’s little Scorbunny helping Tropius stand on his feet—well, try to help at least. It was a cute sight and even Tropius seemed to agree.

The cuteness however didn’t stop Tropius from Headbutting the way smaller creature down the ramp at Forbidden Door while Jack attacked Hook. Type advantages went a bit out the window when your opponent was about eight times your size. Still, Jack couldn’t deny Scorbunny still looked cute as it stood protectively in front of Hook’s crumpled body, its angry stomps not exactly helping him look threatening in the least.

Jack was even a little sad to see the adorable innocence of Scorbunny make way for the stoic demeanor of Raboot after Jack won the FTW Championship a month later. But it also made him finally understand why Hook’s partner was that Pokémon and not anything else; Raboot and Hook we’re comedically similar. And Jack got to see that in full at Wembley as the stupid thing pelted him with rocks during the match.

Whatever, the FTW Championship didn’t matter anyways.

Speaking of championships, the next person on his list was never a real partner but… there had definitely been something there.

Darby and Jack had teamed up out of convenience, but then their Pokémon started to hit it off rather well. Darby’s partner was… interesting. A regional variant of Marowak hailing from the Alola region; Jack didn’t know how he had obtained him but he knew better than to question anything about Darby.

Fire/Ghost was a fascinating type combination though, so against his better judgment Jack found himself asking questions. A lot of them about how he and Marowak had adapted to the sudden change in typings upon evolving. Darby had merely laughed it off, saying that he’s nothing if not adaptable.

Understatement of the century.

It didn’t matter; Jack and Darby both lost the match for the AEW World Championship and the rest was history. They hadn’t crossed paths again until Jack returned from his exile as a member of the Elite.

It was ironic; for as many Fire type enemies as he’d made thus far, it took Darby for him to be lit on fire. It wasn’t even Marowak that did it; Darby’s just insane and needs to be locked up.

So after all that, one would imagine Jack would stay away from Fire types, for Tropius’ safety as well as his own. Maybe team up with some Water or Rock types he could easily beat if the need arose. A Ground type would be ideal, but definitely not an Ice type or an Electric type that could take care of the secondary Flying type his chosen partner had.

But no, once again Jack found himself surrounded by trainers with Pokémon that easily outmatched his own. He was talking of course about the Young Bucks.

Nicholas with his brutish Electivire and Matthew with his powerful Magmortar. An Electric type and a Fire type respectively. But he hadn’t felt like he needed to keep his head on a swivel constantly around the two. They wanted him around, they chose him! And the two Pokémon had already taken a huge liking to Tropius. For once in what seemed like a lifetime, Jack felt like he and Tropius belonged.

But betrayal isn’t always cut and dry, and as he watches Darby threaten to yet again—and let Marowak do the same to his Pokémon—light him on fire he can’t help the disappointment and heartbreak that makes its way onto his face as Matthew gives Darby a match for the TNT Championship and the win at Blood and Guts.

Whatever came next, Jack knew one thing for certain: no more Fire types…

[dearestwaves]

CONTAGIOUS SOUL

After Fright Night Dynamite, there's only one person Jack wants to talk to.

jackdanny (jack perry/daniel garcia) oneshot - 1.5k words - crossposted on AO3 here

Jack sits alone in The Elite locker room, the TNT belt laid over his lap as he stares at the wall across from him, content to ignore his current circumstance for as long as he can. The bucks left him here. They left Okada too, but it seems as if Okada is actually in on the plan. He’s not all that surprised he isn’t. Jack has no idea what he’s supposed to do from here. 

It’s not that he’s mad about the bucks abandoning him. He had just expected their betrayal to happen to his face, not as an afterthought once they’d finally faced their worst nightmares. Jack mulls over Kenny Omega’s reemergence, and wonders if he’s existing in The Elite on Kenny’s borrowed time. 

It’s just him, now. He doesn’t think Okada would have his back if it came down to it, and he would never ask, so he leaves that in the ‘fat chance’ box of allies (which is most of the company anyways). All he can do is try to avoid the murder spree making its way down the roster and defend his title. Maybe he’ll wake up to a text from Matt tomorrow explaining everything and he won’t have to worry about going through the effort of finding a new faction. 

And like he said, it doesn’t really hurt. It’s like the pit that tore open in his chest two years ago is just filled with apathy.

Jack breaks his dead-stare at the wall and looks down to the TNT belt. He runs his fingers over the front, down the sides, basking in his own creation. He thinks of Danny. Daniel Garcia. Who touched his belt and told him he’s next. Danny, who’s run rampant in his mind ever since he’d confronted him last week. Who pinned him to a wall an hour ago on live television. Daniel Garcia, his polar opposite. 

He doesn’t know why exactly, but he finds himself slinging his title over his shoulder and standing up. He doesn’t stop his feet from wandering to where he knows Danny will be. He blocks out any thoughts second guessing whatever he’s doing, letting his emotions get the best of him, just this once. Survival instinct can take the backseat on the decision-making for the night. He lets himself knock 3 times in rapid succession on the door of Private Party’s locker room. 

It’s quiet behind the door, and Jack assumes that the newly crowned tag champs had already left to celebrate their victory. The sight of Zay and Quen holding the belts and being paraded by the crowd didn’t irk him like he thought it would. It tugged at his heartstrings more than he would ever admit. 

 Jack was gambling that Danny stayed behind. As he received no answer he began to think this was a fluke and a bad idea in the first place. Until he heard shuffling behind the door. He felt a little panic rise in the bottom of his stomach, knowing there was no backing out now. There’s nowhere plausible to run without talking to whoever is behind the door. 

To his luck (or misfortune, he hasn’t decided) the door opens and he’s left face-to-face with Danny. The person he’d taken time out of his night to come find. The aforementioned was looking at him sideways, his shoulders squared like he was ready for whatever tussle Jack had brought to his door. When Jack couldn’t bring any threats from his lips, or any words at all, Danny’s shoulders sagged as he wordlessly pulled the door open wider, extending an arm as a motion for Jack to come inside. 

Jack slowly takes a step inside, making sure not to turn his back on Danny as a precaution. He watches as he closes the door and sighs before turning back to Jack with an exasperated look on his face. “What do you want? Was the disrespect not enough?” 

Jack tightens his grip on the belt sitting on his shoulder while staring blankly at Danny. “I… I don’t,” He doesn’t know what to say. He’s not even entirely sure why he’s here. “This was stupid. I’ll leave you alone,” He mumbles and attempts to step towards the door to leave. 

It seems as if Danny has other plans, though, stepping in his way. “No man, you’re not just gonna show up and then make your grand exit like this is the Jack Perry show. Why did you come here?” 

Jack’s shoulders instinctively pull up as he attempts to make himself look bigger, a contradiction to his dedication to avoiding eye contact. “I just— I don’t know, okay? I don’t have anywhere else to go.” 

Danny huffs out a laugh. “Well I’m glad to know you think so highly of me.” 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” 

“But it’s true though, isn’t it?” Danny steps back, eyeing Jack’s stance. “Put the belt down and look at me. I’m not gonna do anything.” 

“Am I supposed to believe that?” Jack’s eyes dart up to Danny with a sarcastic smile pulling at his lips, before they quickly dart back to the door. 

“Today’s full of surprises. I’m shocked you haven’t tried anything yet.” 

Jack lets fifteen seconds or so pass, before slowly sliding the belt off his shoulder and setting it on the bench and letting his eyes finally trail up to meet Danny’s. He doesn’t like the way his stomach flips when he isn’t met with anger. For the first time, Danny looks at Jack and it isn’t entirely disdain. Soft on the edges, like it hasn’t been left out to thaw for long enough. 

Danny laughs. “You look like yourself without that belt. Makes it harder for you to puff your chest out like you do.” 

“What do you mean I look like myself?” Jack questions, crossing his arms over his chest. “You don’t know me.” 

“Yeah, I don’t. But I know you don’t fit with the Elite. You look like you’re playing dress-up when you’re with them.” Danny cuts into him, and Jack begins to contemplate the choices that brought him here. “They don’t seem to think you fit either. Where’d they go? Left you behind?” 

Jack takes a step towards Danny with a growl, shoving him at the shoulder. “I fit. At least I did. I don’t know what they’re doing.” 

Danny seems stunned that Jack was confiding in him in some measure. “So you’re here because your contingency plan didn’t work out?” 

“No, Danny,” Jack throws his hands in the air before running them down his face. “I just don’t know what to do and I’m really tired of not knowing what to do. And I didn’t know where to go, and this is probably all a horrible idea because you want my title and you’re gonna use all of this against me—“ 

“Slow down,” Danny cuts him off, stepping forward and pulling Jack’s hands away from his face. They’re once again inches from each other, just like they’d been in the hallway earlier. This time, though, there’s no cameras instigating, Danny isn’t pushing and Jack isn’t scratching. “Just because I want your title doesn’t mean I won’t listen to you.” 

“How am I supposed to trust that?” Jack whispers, low in his throat. Danny looks taken aback at his words. 

“Because I’m not them.” is all he says in response. Jack isn’t sure which they he’s referring to, which should make him sadder than it does. 

They stand almost pressed together for a few more seconds until Danny breaks the silence. “But when I say that, I mean it in all senses. I will be here, but only next to you. I am not above or below you, do you got that?” 

Jack nods, finding himself unable to break the eye contact he dreaded only five minutes ago. “You’re not below me.” 

“Glad you finally figured that out,” Danny laughs. It’s soft, tumbling from soft lips and he’s still holding Jack’s hands. “I’ll show you when I take that belt—“

“You’re not above me either, Danny,” Jack banters, a smirk on his face as the other man raises his eyebrows at him. “That stipulation of yours goes both ways, doesn’t i—“ 

Danny cuts him off with a quick peck to his lips, chaste and short. Something you’d see Moxley do in the ring a year ago. It leaves Jack stunned, color rising to his cheeks. The longer Jack stares at him wide-eyed, the more the sly smile on Danny’s face grows. 

“What’s wrong, Jack, I thought you were the better—“ 

It’s Jack’s turn to cut Danny off, his hands breaking free from his grip to hold his face. He kisses him passionately, something taboo and desperate, pulling back as his heart beats through his chest. 

It’s Danny’s turn to look dumbfounded as Jack searches for words. “If you’re gonna do something,” Jack mumbles, his face still so close to Danny’s. “Commit to it.” 

Danny’s smirk returns like it had never been wiped clean in the first place, his hands finding home on Jack’s waist. And for the first time in days, under Danny’s eyes, Jack feels like he knows what to do.

if you read this i hope you enjoyed it!! ahahaha somewhat nervous to post it here as i am new 2 tumblr :3

[feelneurotic]

i would like more jack/matt fics of them getting freaky in the back of the scapegoat bus idk.

[hangmatts]

matt reminisces on the past.

[ drabble ]

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Matt stared at the wall, fingers tracing over his title. They had just won their match and the TV was turned on to watch Jack’s upcoming match. He was trying to pay attention but found himself struggling. If felt like there were a million thoughts and zero thoughts running through his brain, all at once. He didn’t snap out of it until he heard a noise.

Nick opened the bathroom door, drying his hands and tossing the towel aside. He had just shaved his face completely.

“God, I hated that mustache.” Nick said.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You only had it for like- thirty minutes.” Matt mumbled.

Nick tilted his head, scanning his brothers face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked.

Matt sighed. He debated saying “nothing, I’m fine” but, his brother knows him far too well and would detect that’s a lie.

“Just… thinking about the past. Everything that lead us to this moment again.”

“Anything in particular?” Nick sat down next to Matt

God dammit. Nick knows him too well.

“This is the first All In without Kenny.”

“Yeah, it is.”

A silence filled the room. Nick was the first to break it.

“Do you… miss Kenny?” Nick asked.

Matt looked straight at him.

“I thought we agreed to never ask that question to each other?” Matt replied.

“I think this is an exception.”

Matt sat and stared. He looked up at the TV to see Jack, then back down at his title. It all hit him in that very moment.

“You know what? No! We’re tag team champions- the first and only 3 time ones- which we did, no thanks to him. He almost ruined our chance at that! We won our freaking match tonight by ourselves! You know- when he was here last year? We lost our match! We don’t need him.” Matt scoffed.

“You’re right! We don’t need him. We’re the best damn tag team and we proved that tonight. We got all this success with Okada and Jack. We’re here tonight because of us, because of the work we put in and-”

“We did it all without him! This entire year! So no, I don’t miss him.” Matt said.

“Neither do I.” Nick replied.

“Why should I miss him? Why should we? If he came back, he’d just take up all the spotlight anyways. That’s who he is, right? He doesn’t care about his friends. He just wants to be at the top. But we’re at the top now, and we did it all by ourselves. Screw him!”

Nick nodded in agreement before looking up at the TV when he heard a bell ring.

“Look at that!” Nick tapped Matt’s shoulder. “Jack won!” He got up, grabbing something that was in the corner.

Matt looked up to the TV and smiled. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

Nick tapped the gas can, getting Matt’s attention in the process.

“You ready to go?” He asked.

Matt stood up. “Yeah. Let’s go set this prick on fire.”

[sydsaint]

Evil Jack Perry kinda doing it for me ngl <3

Summary: The reader is shocked to find Jack Perry has changed into a completely new person now that's he's back from his hiatus from AEW.

The roar of the crowd out in the arena is deafening as Jack bears down on a defenseless Tony Khan in the middle of the ring. Okada and the Jackson brothers look on with sinister smiles and laugh as Jack continues his assault.

"Finish him off, Jack." Matt snickers as he admires Jack's handiwork.

"Yeah!" Nick agrees. "Before someone decides to be brave and try and stop us." He scoffs.

Backstage you watch in horror as Tony takes hit after hit from Jack. Your mouth hangs ajar in disbelief as you witness the attack. You knew that the Jackson brothers had invited Jack back to AEW now that his suspension is over. But this? You'd never thought in a million years you'd be a witness to this blatant display of disrespect and savagery. Especially not from someone who's usually as bright and nonviolent as Jack Perry.

"Where's security at?" You finally snap out of your trance-like state and begin thinking again. You've got to stop this! "Well?" You whirl around to the staff all standing behind you frozen. "Security! Where is security? Tony needs help!" You shout at them.

"The-th-they're all still breaking up that fight between Eddie Kingston and Malakai Black." One of the staffers finally offers you an answer.

Your heart pounds in your chest. You know that you can't just sit by and do nothing. Not after everything that Tony's done for you. "Well go get them! Now!" You bark an order at your group of terrified subordinates.

Most of your staff hurries off in a rush to find the security team. But you set your sights on the ring. You've got to put a stop to this. No matter what it takes.

Heartbeat pounding in your ears, you head out to the ring alone. The Jackson brothers are the first ones to notice you but choose to let you join them in the ring. They whisper to one another as you come up the stairs and dare to enter the ring. Okada is the next one to spot you. But he doesn't seem bothered by your presence either.

"Jack!" You step into the ring and call out the name of the man you thought was a friend.

Jack recognizes your voice instantly, despite the crowd all shouting at the top of their lungs. His foot stops midair and returns to the mat rather than collide with Tony's torso again and Jack turns toward you.

"YN." Jack greets you with a smile that makes a shiver run down your spine.

This isn't the Jack Perry you knew before.

"Jack, stop this!" You try your best to sound intimidating, but your voice cracks when you say his name.

Pathetic. You think to yourself.

"Go backstage, YN," Jack warns you, his eyes dark with rage.

"No!" You protest. "I'm not going anywhere until Tony is safe!" You stand your ground, but you're trembling in fear where you stand.

Jack steps away from Tony's body and approaches you. You take a step back and retreat out to the ring apron, putting as much distance between you and Jack as you can.

"Go backstage, YN," Jack warns you again. "I'm not going to ask you again." His jaw twitches with malice.

"N-n-no." You shake your head, hands shaking as you grip the top ring rope. "I-i-im not afraid of you, Jack." You lie to him.

There was a time when that statement couldn't be more true. You never used to be afraid of the man standing in front of you. The Jack you knew was carefree and sweet. A gentleman who was always there when you needed someone to talk to. A comforting shoulder to cry on.

This Jack isn't the same person you once knew. The old Jack Perry is dead.

"If you're not scared, then why are you trembling?" Jack asks you, his gaze flitting down to your shaking hands.

"I'm worried about, Tony." You reply, voice cracking again.

Jack scoffs at the mention of Tony's name and inches closer to you. You remain on the outside of the apron and cautiously step onto the steel stairs to steady yourself. Jack steps through the ropes and meets you on the stairs with his icy gaze directed at you.

"Don't be a stubborn bitch, YN," Jack warns you one last time. "You're a good person, YN. Sweet and innocent. So go. This isn't about you." He points up the ramp.

"Or what?" You dare to stand your ground one last time, despite your fear.

Your reply seems to ignite something in Jack. He takes a hefty step forward and stops right in front of you. His chest is puffed out in a display of dominance, and for a split second you fear that he might actually strike you.

You flinch when Jack's hand moves from his side and raises toward your face. But a strike never comes. Instead, Jack lays a surprisingly gentle hand on your cheek.

"You think that I'd hurt you?" He asks you in a whisper.

"I-I don't know." You squeak out a response.

Jack huffs a breath out of his nose and glances back into the ring where the Bucks and Okada are waiting for him before turning back to you. His gaze softens ever so slightly when he looks at you.

"Please go backstage where it's safe, YN. For me." He asks you. "I have to do this. It's the only way I can move on. But I can't if there's even a chance you'll be collateral damage." He grits his teeth. "Not you. So please, go." He sets his hands on your shoulders and turns you around toward the ramp before giving you a small shove.

You stumble forward and look back at Jack. His posture is still rigid. But there's a small hint of the Jack you used to know in his eyes still.

Reluctantly, you slowly move up the ramp and over to the tunnel. The security team finally file out from backstage and await your orders.

"Ma'am? What's the orders?" The head of the security team asks you.

"Get Tony out of the ring and to the medical team." You reply, gaze transfixed on Jack.

The security team all nod and begin their retrieval of Tony Khan. Jack meets your gaze and offers you a subtle nod as he and the rest of The Elite are driven off. The security team begin flooding into the ring and Jack is forced to retreat as well, but he keeps his eyes on you until he can't anymore.

This isn't over.

No.

Far from it,

[aerodaltonimperial]

Hey guys remember when that big pillars moment happened and Jack came out wearing black pants sporting a beard to save Darby and it was this huge big lead-up and it announced the pillars tag match and also weirdly the only time he wore those black pants and also that he posted this photo with no context or caption and then 3 months later he turned heel and adopted that look specifically as his new heel gimmick ANYWAY super weird hoop dee doooooo

[0dahv11ng]

jack perry fic... subspace but make it junglespace... our boy misses the jungle and regresses and the bucks help him thru it... there are things wron with my mind