#kickpads

[daughteroftitania]

Will Ospreay, everyone.

…I’ve never wanted to be on a cruise so badly. 🫠

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[swervestomp]

malakai black if you can hear me

thank you for ur consideration

[the-kipsabian]

i also just noticed new gear details and im unwell :)

[eldesperadont]

Punks trunks make me think of Daniel Bryan..

[tache-noire]

HI EDDIE HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI BABY HI

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

DOMINK DOMINK DOMINK FICS

●Dominik Mysterio x Reader●

Summary: Someone from Dom's past returns.

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*Y/N's POV*

Walking into gorilla looking at the tv seeing Dom and Rhea making their way to the ring, I take off my sweatshirt laying it on the chair. I watch the TV hearing Rhea talking about how there is no more women on the roster that can stand toe to toe with her. I fix my kickpads still watching the TV. This is my return to the ring since I was out with an injury and everything changed with Dom. One of the producers walks over to me and hands me a microphone. I grab it and tap on the top of it making sure it's on.

"Woah woah woah."

I walk out of the curtains as my music hits causing the crowd to cheer loudly for me. I do my pose at the top of the ramp than bring the microphone to my mouth as my theme song turns off. Rhea is standing against the ropes staring at me.

"Rhea. Rhea. Did you forget about me?"

I start walking down to the ring.

"Remember breaking my leg two years ago?"

I climb into the ring and look at her.

"Remember that? Yeah? Well now, I'm fully healed.... and coming for you."

I get in her face and she gets in mine. I bring the microphone up to my mouth.

"Also seems like someone's little Dom Dom has seen a ghost."

I throw the microphone on the mat as Rhea turns around, walks over to Dom and lightly slaps his face. Dom shakes his head and looks at her. I grab Rhea's arm, whip her around and go to hit her with a forearm. She ducks, rolls out of the ring and I hit Dom in the jaw really hard. He falls on the mat and I turn towards Rhea walking up the ramp. I pull Dom over to the corner, climb up to the top rope and do a moonsault landing on Dom. I stand up, lean against the ropes and point at Rhea.

"You're next!"

She shakes her head no and I push Dom out of the ring. She grabs him as I celebrate with the crowd. They make their way to the back and the show goes to commercial. I climb out of the ring and make my way to the back.

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*In my locker room*

Taking my kickpads off, I hear someone start banging on my door. I look at the door confused, walk over to it and open it seeing Dom standing there with his arms crossed.

"What do you want?"

He pushes past me into my locker room and I roll my eyes closing the door.

"What was that out there Y/N? You clocked me in the jaw than hit me with a moonsault?"

"I was making a statement to your Mami."

"But I mean you really hit me hard. My mouth was bleeding."

"Does the baby boy need to go see a doctor? Do I have to hold your hand while they check on you?"

I say this in a mocking voice and he walks over to me, getting in my face.

"Stop. Right now."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

He raises an eyebrow looking down at me and I smirk looking up at him crossing my arms. He puts both of his hands on the sides of my face looking down at me.

"God I have missed you and your smart mouth."

"Again, what are you gonna do about it?"

He smirks, leans down and kisses me hard. I kiss him back just as hard and run my hands up his shoulders to his neck. We start making out as I run my fingers through his hair. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the couch. He lays me on the couch and starts moving his lips down my neck as I play with his hair. We don't hear the locker room door open as he continues kissing my neck.

"Woah! What did we walk in on?"

I gasp pushing Dom off of me seeing Damian and Finn standing in the doorway. Dom stands up, clears his throat and looks over at them. I gulp and fix my shirt looking down at the ground.

"Ummm Dom, we came looking for you because we have an interview soon."

"But seems like he is pretty busy, huh?"

Finn hits Damian's arm and laughs.

"Guys, get out! I will be there in a minute."

Damian and Finn laugh while walking out of the locker room. I look up at Dom as he leans down to be face to face with me.

"To be continued tonight. I will text you."

He kisses me one last time and makes his way out of my locker room......

[sami-uso]

Kevin only wore these once, at Crown Jewel for his match against Randy. He usually wears standard black boots with kickpads.

It's giving glossy snake/reptile skin to me. They're very pretty

[onenotsubtle]

don't cry don't cry.. think about deathmatches, okay? sick nick mondo getting hit with a weed whacker and jc bailey and danny havoc being thrown onto barbed wire trampolines and thumbtack jack getting needles stuck in his face, okay? xomgx getting kicked in the back hard as fuck by guys wearing thumbtack kickpads, remember? jon moxley throwing robert anthony onto a pane of glass and his back immediately bubbling with blood, okay? what's there to cry about when sexxxy eddy and arsenal are covered in blood and eddy's squirting his own blood into his mouth? you're gonna be okay just think about deathmatches.

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Speedball I am mesmerized by your little toes peeking out from under the kickpads, so cute

[throesofincreasingwonder]

Blood on the white kickpads we love to see it

[underratedandoverit]

Not Even Thinking Twice

~2k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

i watched bte, im fairly certain i saw oc in the background of kips title "defense" for like a solid second, so cause im like this we have a fic

first thing ive touched in like.. a week. this feels, at least to me, a bit different than my usual style, but it picks up its usual perks closer to the end. i just wanted to do something less angsty and more fun, and i feel like its more of that? also this is my first non-established relationship orangekip fic in forever so yeah the vibes are definitely different lmao

anyways, this is here, i hope its worth anything. they just needed to make out in my brain ajsndkjasnd

on ao3

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Kip chuckled to himself quietly as he waltzed around the locker room, packing his things away for the night. It had been a relatively uneventful and kind of a slow night, but one he had really enjoyed despite all that. As he passed by the couch, Kip stole a glance towards the BTE title comfortably sitting on it, a quick smile gracing his lips at the sight of the gold he held. Well, it was more about finally being able to successfully defend it than just holding it, as he had done that mostly in secret the past year now, but just the sight of the single title belt made him crack a genuine smile.

Folding his tights into his bag, the kickpads and boots soon followed, Kip humming in clear content at his handiworks. As he spun around on his heels, ready to fetch some more items he needed to pack away before leaving the arena to head back to the hotel, he stopped on the spot, eyes locking onto the door as he heard a quiet knock coming from it.

Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, his extremely good mood gone almost instantly just at the mere thought that someone might be needing his attention right now. He sighed, brushing a hand through his hair before making his way across the room, pulling the door open as there was another quiet knock on it.

His eyes narrowed just a little bit more as Kip spotted Orange Cassidy standing on the other side of the door, hand still raised from the previous knock, staring back at Kip through his reflective sunglasses.

“Well if it isn’t my sweet little Clementine.” Kip forced a smile on his lips, gritting his teeth together at the sight of his self-proclaimed arch nemesis. Cassidy just lazily nodded his head as a greeting, leaning against the door frame as his hand dropped down, both of them shooting to the pockets of his jeans. “What a surprise.”

Cassidy didn’t reply back at him, only shrugged his shoulders. Kip stared back at him, eyes quickly looking the denim-clad man up and down. Not that he was expecting anything that was different about him than usually, but Kip was just hoping that fully checking him out would give him some kind of a hint of what the blond wanted from him. Unfortunately for Kip though, he came up with nothing, only looking like a fool by measuring the man standing in front of him.

“…I want a title shot.”

Kip’s eyes shot back up, widening a little at the sudden demanding tone he was getting back from his visitor. He couldn’t hold back a chuckle, it escaping him in a slightly taunting tone, even.

“A title shot? Aren’t you a little mistaken, as I don’t hold any titles around here.”

Cassidy inhaled deeply, looking away for a brief second as if to compose himself before his eyes landed back on Kip. “Not a tv title, Kip. The BTE title. I want a shot at that.”

Kip let out another chuckle, but this time instead of malice, it was filled with nervous energy.

“BTE title? You?” He sighed, almost a wave of relief washing over him as Kip processed his words, finally shaking his head at Cassidy. “Dream on, Clementine. There’s no way you’re ever going to get a shot at gold like that.”

Cassidy shrugged again, his stoic expression never changing despite Kip’s mocking tone.

“Could I at least plead my case?”

Kip stared back at him, brows furrowing in slight confusion. Cassidy clearly came prepared for this encounter and every objection the Brit would be throwing at him, and Kip would have lied if he had said that he wasn’t now interested in hearing about what the blond had in mind. He knew Cassidy more than well enough to understand that he had something interesting up his sleeve for this.

Besides, even if he somehow managed to talk a title shot out of him, Cassidy still had to make it through the stand-ins first before getting a shot at his precious championship gold. The external powers really had to be against him for Kip to lose in this situation.

On the outside he frowned a little as Kip stepped to the side from the doorway, motioning Cassidy to step inside. The blond followed his instructions, Kip watching as he lazily dragged himself into the locker room, Kip shutting the door after him. It didn’t seem to affect Cassidy at all, as the man stopped, glancing around the room, before slowly making his way over to the couch, stopping in front of it to stare at the BTE title that had obviously caught his eye.

Kip walked up to him, stopping next to Cassidy, almost mockingly reaching down for the title belt, throwing it on his shoulder before flashing a grin at the other man who’s eyes followed the movement of the gold that was now at his arms reach.

“As you can see, dearest Clementine,” Kip smirked, giving a little pat to the belt on his shoulder, stopping for a second to admire his reflection on the golden surface of the title. “The title is in safe hands. I doubt anything you can offer me will make you worth a shot at it.”

Cassidy looked at him for a moment before his eyes shifted slightly more towards the title. Kip observed him, waiting for the blond to open his mouth, to talk back at him. That’s what he had come here to do, right? To make his case why he would be the rightful next challenger for the title?

Before Kip could question him about it, Cassidy turned fully towards him, slowly removing the sunglasses from his face. It still occasionally caught Kip off guard with how intense blue his eyes were, this definitely being one of those times as he didn’t even try to fight it as Cassidy reached for the title on his shoulder, removing it with ease and dropping it on the couch, away from Kip’s reach, with a rather loud thud, that seemed to shake the Brit from his trance.

“What--”

Kip wasn’t allowed to finish the sentence as Cassidy suddenly had a fistful of his shirt in his grasp, first pulling the Brit closer before pushing him away, shoving him down on the couch. Being forced to sit down Kip let out a surprised yelp at the suddenly rough handling of himself, being too late to fight back after he found himself down on the couch as Cassidy pressed on, easily straddling Kip’s lap, grabbing a hold of both of his arms, pinning his wrists against the back of the couch with ease.

In the silence that fell in the locker room after the flurry of the sudden events, Kip could hear his heartbeat in his ears, a soft blush crossing his cheeks at the thought that with the hold Cassidy had of him and their close proximity, the blond also had to be aware of his accelerated heart rate. The blond didn’t, however, seem to have a reaction to it, as he just stared back at Kip, almost as if he was waiting for the Brit to object to his actions again.

“I want a title shot.”

Kip blinked at him, the stern voice sending a soft shiver down his spine. Kip Sabian wasn’t usually the kind of a man that listened what he was told to do, to be honest he was barely listening to others at all most of the time, but something about the way the usually lazy and quite honestly boring Orange Cassidy was suddenly making such demands on him, it almost made Kip want to give up to his demands on the spot.

It took a moment for it to actually dawn on Kip what he was thinking, him quickly shaking the thoughts away as he could feel the heat on his cheeks rising, forcing his eyes away from the other man’s face.

“Yeah?” Kip pouted at him, still not daring to look back at Cassidy. He could feel the grip on his wrists tighten a little, as if Cassidy wanted to intimidate him but was afraid of going overboard with it. Or maybe Kip was just imagining it. “You have to try a little harder than that, then.”

For a moment the air stood still, before Cassidy slowly let go of his wrists. Kip hesitated a bit to let his guard down, but as Cassidy leaned back away from him a little, Kip let his hands fall onto the couch, relaxing a little bit on his spot. Not that it was comfortable, with Cassidy still sitting on top of him, but it was better than before, at least.

…Maybe. Something in him kind of missed the touch of the other man on his bare skin already, if he was being honest with himself.

Kip didn’t have more time for that thought though, as almost as fast as Cassidy’s hands had disappeared off of him, they were back, grabbing a hold of the front of his shirt again, suddenly pulling him closer. Kip didn’t have time to resist or react as Cassidy closed the gap between the two of them, locking him into a sudden kiss.

For a moment Kip froze against his lips, but as Cassidy’s hands found their way from the front of his shirt to the back of his head and into his hair, Kip let out an unintentional moan at the sudden touch, Cassidy using it to his advantage to deepen the kiss. Kip could practically feel himself getting lightheaded at the sudden suffocating show of affection, but at the same time he didn’t mind. There was something about the way Cassidy was handling him right now, at the same time being so demanding, almost hungry, but in a sense also tender and considerate, as he didn’t push away the hands that snaked their way around his waist as Kip unconsciously pulled him closer.

Cassidy suddenly pulled away, breaking apart the kiss, Kip letting out a very whiny groan at the sudden disturbance of the moment he was clearly enjoying. Cassidy still had his hands in his hair, having almost a weird control over Kip, eyes locking onto his as Kip tried to focus himself back to the real world and current time from the moment of bliss he just had.

“Title shot,” Cassidy stated shortly, his fingers curling up in Kip’s hair, making him hum contently against the touch. Cassidy had him in the palm of his hand at that moment, and honestly, Kip didn’t mind it at all for once. “Next week.”

“One condition.” Kip was barely able to keep eye contact with him, he was still trying to catch his breath and he could feel his whole face burning up, both at the sudden intensity of the kiss and the almost euphoric feeling it left him with. “If I win… I get more of this.”

To emphasize his words, Kip pulled him just a little bit closer, arms still wrapped around Cassidy’s waist. A little smirk tugged the corner of the blond’s lips, but he tried to keep a straight face. Kip wasn’t sure if it was because he was absolutely certain that he was going to win, or because he didn’t mind the stipulation.

“You’re on.” His voice was barely a whisper as Cassidy leaned closer again, stealing one more quick peck from Kip’s lips, clearly now teasing him. “Champ.”

Almost as suddenly as Cassidy had arrived into the locker room and made a scene with him, Kip could feel his body heat suddenly disappearing from his immediate vicinity, hands gone from his hair, soon being followed by the opening and closing of the locker room door. Kip was left sitting there alone in the silence, trying to catch his breath, one hand lazily fanning his face hoping to make the obvious redness go away.

No matter what happened next week, at the end of the night he would still be the real winner.

[kywithavoice]

did cage forget one of his kickpads at home? lol

[the-kipsabian]

ive been waiting for this, gear deets!! 💜

love that the og drip effect is still present. the mismatching kickpad patterns (also is that slight scaling i see there.. a throwback to a certain dinosaur mayhaps? especially since nicks matching set also has it 👀)

that font is definitely an eye catcher tho. i love the design of it, but i also feel like its very purposefully so different from his previous gear, where the text on the back has been anything but his name and in big, bold lettering christian is trying to eliminate his personality and shape kip into his own image i say but maybe thats just me

also a bit bitter there isnt a jacket to go with this. nick got one and kip usually has one so :(

[jupiterjunebug]

You know JAY is serious about joining UE bc his faction gear actually matches his factionmates. He didnt half ass it he said callum buddy i need to know who sold you your kickpads. Please we have to get a thing going or Gedo will suggest I betray you to join Bullet Club

[thesamoanqueen]

It’s me spotting that Kevin has on some 4s and you can barely see the show with the kickpads on em

I honestly thought they were air max (200s?) I'm not so sure now that you said it, also because they couldn't be seen completely, but from the base and the attachment back there, they keep to look like air max to me

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Matt Taven x Reader●

Summary: You get put into a tag team match with Roddy and Matt gets jealous. (18+)

Y/W/N = your wrestling name

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*Y/N's POV*

Walking out with The Undisputed Kingdom, we all stop at the top of the ramp with me standing next to Roddy and Matt and Mike standing behind us. Me and Roddy pat our title belts on our waists and start walking to the ring as the announcer is introducing us.

"This is your AEW Dynamite main event! This is a mixed tag team match scheduled for one fall with tv time remaining. Introducing first, accompanied by the ROH world tag team champions, Matt Taven and Mike Bennett, representing Undisputed Kingdom, the AEW International Champion Roderick Strong and the AEW Women's World champion Y/W/N!"

Me and Roddy climb into the ring as Mike and Matt climb up on the second rope. The boom hits in the music as Matt and Mike hold their championships up, Roddy puts his arms out straight and I make muscles behind him. I look down at Roddy putting my hand out and he grabs it, standing up. We walk over to our corner getting ready for our match. Matt takes my championship and gives me a kiss on the cheek while Will Ospreay and Serena Deeb make their entrances. I fix my kickpads when I see Will get up into Roddy's face. I walk in between them and push Will back getting in his face. Serena walks infront of Will, getting in my face.

"Oh you wanna go? Let's go than! I'll kick your ass all over this ring!"

I go to attack her but, Roddy wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back into our corner. He pushes me against the turnbuckles and looks at me, putting his hands on my cheeks.

"Hey. It's okay. Calm down. We got this."

I take a breath, looking back at him. He pats my shoulders and I climb out onto the ring apron grabbing the tag rope. The bell rings and we start our match.

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*near the end of the match*

Roddy lifts me up in a wheelbarrow and slams me ontop of Serena. I lift her leg for the pin as Roddy hits Will with a forearm knocking him to the apron. 1. 2. 3. We pick up the victory and Roddy grabs my wrist helping me stand up. He holds my arm up in the air celebrating our victory as Matt and Mike run over towards Will on the floor. They grab Will and drag him into the ring, holding him by his arms.

"Y/N! Grab my belt!"

I roll out of the ring, walk over to the time keepers area and rip the belt out of the announcers hands. I slide it into the ring and crawl under the ropes over to Will who is trying to get out of Matt and Mike's grip.

"The Undisputed Kingdom will forever be more elevated than you are! Bruv!"

I take a few steps back and hit Will with a kick to the side of the head. Roddy starts laughing and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"Move out of the way darling! I'm not done with him yet!"

I smirk and move out of the way as he runs over hitting Will in the head with the championship. I start laughing evilly as Roddy walks over putting his arm around my shoulder. Matt and Mike come over and pick him up on their shoulders. Matt looks over at me, shooting me a nasty look which I shoot him a confused look back. They celebrate as I climb out of the ring, walk over to the time keepers area and grab my championship. I walk off without them to the back.

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*near the end of the show*

There is a knock at my door as I am in the middle of drying off my hair from my shower. The knock gets even more intense as I throw my towel on the couch.

"Y/N! Are you in there?!"

I run over to the door and open it seeing Matt standing there looking pissed off. He walks in, grabs the door and slams it shut, locking it. I step back from him looking at him and breathing hard. He turns around looking at me pissed off.

"Is something going on between you and Roddy? Why did he call you Darling? Why did he put his arm around your shoulder and his hands on your face? Is something going on that I don't know about? Are you cheating on me?!"

"Woah woah woah Taven baby."

I walk up to him and put my hands on his chest rubbing him.

"I would never cheat on you. Especially with your best friends. I love you and only you."

He looks down at me and smirks.

"Oh yeah. Prove it."

I smirk, fall to my knees and start unbuckling his jeans. He looks down at me slightly drooling as I pull down his boxers and his dick springs out. I bite my lip than stick my tongue out looking up at him. He kicks off his boxers and jeans than grabs his dick smacking my tongue with it.

"You would never cheat on me right?"

I shake my head no as he keeps hitting my tongue with his dick.

"Good."

He quickly shoves his dick down my throat making me gag. He grabs my hair and keeps fucking my throat as I'm trying to push him back with my hands on his thighs. He grips my hair, pulls me back off of his dick and a bunch of spit comes pouring out of my mouth. He looks down at me smirking.

"That's my good girl."

He shoves his dick back into my mouth and lets it just sit in my throat as I start gagging. He pulls out as more spit flows down my chin. I look up at him and giggle.

"Can I prove myself now?"

"Go ahead."

He takes his hands off of my hair and his dick. I start bobbing my head up and down his dick as small moans leave his mouth. I keep going and playing with his balls with my other hand. I go faster starting to feel him tense up as he grabs my hair.

"Baby. Oh baby. I'm gonna cum."

I keep my pace still playing with his balls and he grips my hair even tighter. He moans really loud and I feel his hot seed run down the back of my throat. I swallow it all and clean him up. He looks down at me releasing my hair with a little smirk.

"Okay. Let me see."

I open my mouth showing him that I swallowed it all. He puts his hand out helping me stand up and I look at him with a little smile.

"Have I proved myself?"

"A little. Let's go back to our hotel and you can really prove yourself."

The End!