#kip x orange

[princessxpunk]

I want no I NEED Kip to win that 4 way fight and fight OC on Collision. I need Kip to interact with his "Precious Clementine"

[milesworld96]

At this point I just accepted the fact that I’m not funny or accurate with these shits and I’m just REALLY bored

[burnt-tortellini]

south english writing tips for non-uk CoD writers

im so tired of seeing gaz say “bruv” every 10 seconds OR hear about ghosts “mom”

i have no clue how much of this applies in other places/is obvious but!

ok so common slang

bloke/lad - a man

bev/bossman/brother/mush - a man but in a friendlier way (like gaz might call soap or price mush)

missus - someones wife (usually “the missus” is the wife of whoever is talking/being talked about, i dont usually hear people say “*insert names* missus” there also isnt a male equivalent sadly)

scran - good food or to eat (eg. “scranned that nandos” or “going to the chinese later to pick up some scran”)

kip - nap but you usually “take” a kip rather than “have” a kip if that makes sense?

cardy - cardigan/zip up hoodie (usually gen x or older women i hear saying this)(and me until i was 10 and got bullied of out it💔💔)

tory - technically supporters of the conservative party but the definition has been broadened to people who are posh/rich (derogatory)

bender - gay (derogatory, if you couldnt tell)

wank - jerk off

wanker/bellend/twat/knobhead/fuckface - common insults (also cunt is a lot more common over here, its still a bad word but it doesnt hold the same weight as in the states, ESPECIALLY among teenage boys)(although they just say slurs anyway so)

babe/hun - typically used by girls either as a term of endearment or to be patronising (you could call a random person in a shop hun or use it in an argument it really depends)

any word ending in “ic” can be turned into “____iccy” for instance “i look better in this piccy” or “digestives are proper good choccy biccys”

dead ____ - typically used by northerners as a substitute for “really” (eg. dead nice cake is a really nice cake), southerners usually use “proper” instead

chav - female equivalent of a roadman, hard to explain in terms that make sense. if i say “so…? spray, orange foundation, m to the b” does that make sense to you ???

roadman - male equivalent of a chav, balaclavas, nike tech jackets, bikes/scooters, vapes, central cee, usually congregate outside of maccies in packs

side note: idk how well known this is outside of the uk but along side the middle finger we have a reverse peace sign, usually combined with a wanking motion but can just be used like a middle finger. also a closed fist doing a wank motion holds the same effect

i will probably edit and add more as i think of them but feel free to reblog with anything i missed!!

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Freshly Made (Orange Cassidy Ficlet)

@blueblazezz I’ve never written for Orange Cassidy before and I haven’t watched him very much so bear with me through this one. I hope I do him justice. Shout out to @lookalivesunshine-x for helping me out by providing a plot line and title! You’re so awesome! 

Also, this will be more of a ficlet. I would love for it to be longer, but I’m not super comfortable writing about someone I’m so unfamiliar with, so I’m gonna keep it a bit on the short side.

Freshly Made

“But, Orange… I’m cooooold.”

“I know, babe, but the jacket is part of my persona. I can’t go out there without it again. This is the third time you’ve taken it in a month.”

You tried in vain to keep Orange’s jacket wrapped around you for warmth but Orange wasn’t having it. He gently took the jacket and put it on himself. And just at that moment his music hit.

He smiled softly at you and kissed you on the mouth–a quick kiss. “If you’re not too pissed at me, I have a surprise for you after my match.”

Only slightly bummed, you smiled and nodded. Then he was going through the curtain to face Rey Fenix for the AEW International Championship.

You watched the match on one of the monitors and gazed lovingly at your boyfriend through every kick, punch and kip up. Whether he was the one doing the hitting or being hit, you were proud of him. 

Finally the match reached its close when Orange hit Rey with the Mouse Trap and pinned him to the canvas, getting the 1…2…3! 

Your boyfriend was the first ever 2-time AEW International Champion!

You watched the screen as Orange bumped fists with Rocky and Hook. Then he slowly headed back up the ramp, holding his jaw.

You were there at Gorilla to greet him with a soft kiss to his sore jaw. “Congrats, babe! I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he smiled despite the pain in his jaw and put his arm around your shoulders, leading you back to his dressing room. “I promised you a surprise, didn’t I?”

You nodded and let him lead you.

Once you reached the room, you immediately noticed a big, white gift box complete with pink ribbons, sitting on the sofa. 

“Aww, is this my surprise,” you asked. 

He nodded with a lazy grin. “Yep. Open it.”

You picked the gift box up and sat down on the sofa with it, and then lifted the lid. After moving aside a bunch of pink tissue paper, you saw some folded up denim in the box.

“Is this what I think it is??”

“Only one way to find out darlin’.” 

You lifted the denim up and unfolded it to find out indeed it was a denim jacket just like Orange’s only in your size.

“Oh, my gosh, I love it!”

“I’m glad,” Orange said, moving the gift box aside and sitting on the sofa beside you. “This way you can stay warm, and I don’t have to read about the fans wondering where my jacket is! Plus, when we go out to the ring together, we’ll match.”

“I love you,” you said out of the blue. You flushed, seeing as it was the first time either of you had said the L word.

“Don’t get shy on me,” Orange chuckled, “I love you too, ya know?”

He reached over and kissed you softly. “Go ahead. Try it on.”

You immediately stood to your feet and pulled the jacket on. It fit perfectly. 

“Oh wow, it couldn’t fit any better than this.”

“I had it made specifically for you. I took in one of your jackets to use as a pattern and this is what the seamstress came up with.

“It’s perfect! Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome, babe. One jacket, freshly made and ready to wear,” he said teasingly.

You sat back down, this time on his lap, and kissed him. “You’re absolutely something else, you know that?”

“Don’t you forget it either,” he smiled, returning your kiss.

THE END

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[shadowphoenixrider]

Of Shadows and Storms

(Shadow, the new resident of the X-Mansion, can't sleep. In her midnight wanderings, she encounters Storm, and they talk. Wanted to write something a little different, and to give Storm a little more spotlight. Hope you enjoy!)

A tumultous crash of thunder startled me awake, my heart pounding furiously. It was a natural storm, forecast to roll over the X-Mansion during the night - and here it was, clearly taking offence to people trying to get some kip.

Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour in a battle between nature's fury and my attempts to slumber, I swung my legs out of bed and stepped out into the dark corridor.

Whilst I was staying in the mansion after I'd been rescued from a batshit Friends of Humanity thug, I was sleeping in one of the dorms on the women's side of the building. They were all asleep as far as I could tell, so I padded carefully down the hall, trying to dodge the creaky floorboards as best I could. Sure, if you could sleep through a tempest like this, you could probably sleep through anything, but I didn't want to find out otherwise.

Aside from the storm and the soft groaning of wood flexing with the wild winds, the mansion was quiet. The main mansion, at least - if someone was in the basement training in the Danger Room, there'd be no way for me to know. But that was none of my business.

White flashes of lightning lit my way, the rolling thunder and ceaseless lashing of rain sounding out around me, even in such large building. Try as I might, I couldn't soothe the deep primal fear buzzing under my skin, and I sighed to myself - this was going to be a long night.

I wandered into the kitchen to brew some tea, and then made my way down to the common rooms - one with large windows that faced out towards the grounds. There wasn't much to see in the pitch black aside the watery imprints the deluge left on the windows, at least until lightning split the sky asunder, twisting and arcing like the blood vessels that ran through me. I was completely transfixed at its majesty.

"I see that sleep is eluding you."

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the calm voice that suddenly sounded out behind me. Jerking my head around, I saw that it was Storm. She entered the room with grace and purpose, regardless of the fact that she was wearing an orange nightie with patterns that harkened back to an African culture that I couldn't quite remember. Even now she was beautiful and formidable, and I couldn't help but feel I'd been caught doing something wrong.

"S-Storm!" I stuttered, a tremor beginning in my left leg. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I-I tried to be quiet as I could...!"

"It is quite alright, Shadow. I was already awake for other reasons." She smiled, coming over to stand next to me. "I am only surprised to see you awake." She looked out into the darkness of the raging tempest. "Although I perhaps have forgotten that most of the X-Men are used to the sound of thunderstorms."

"Yeah, suppose they are." I nodded, cradling my mug and trying in vain to stop my juddering leg. "I admit, I'm not used to thunderstorms. Where I'm from, they're rare inland, almost an event in and of themselves."

Lighting suddenly flashed nearby, the resulting thundercrack nigh simultaneous - I flinched.

"Fuck! That was close!"

Storm's smile was pleasant, yet faintly amused.

"You are safe, Shadow. It will not be much longer before the storm runs its course and moves on."

I glanced at her, turning the mug in my hands. There was something about how calm she was, so unbothered. Sure, if you can call the weather to your fingertips, you would probably be used to a thunderstorm. And yet...

"Storm...?" I ventured timidly, anxiety flashing in my gut when her ice-blue gaze turned to me. "Do you...'feel' this storm?"

"Yes," she said. "It...is difficult to explain." She frowned thoughtfully. "I feel my powers as if they were my breath - always present, always aware of them, able to harness them at a moment's notice. Sensing, feeling this storm is merely an extension of that - a second heartbeat alongside mine."

"But you could control this storm if you wanted, am I right?" I asked.

"Yes. The winds would jump to heel as soon as I call. Although I do not interfere with natural weather such as this, unless it is likely to threaten others."

I nodded.

"Don't want to upset the natural balance of things." My turn to frown slightly. "You know...it's kinda like mine."

"Oh?" Her white eyebrows lifted as she turned to me, and my heart jumped, starting to pitter-patter almost as fast as the downpour.

"W-Well, not exactly the same." I backtracked immediately, my foot shuddering violently. "B-But, you've heard of my powers from the Professor, right? Biocellular communication and manipulation?"

"Yes. Professor Xavier said your powers give you an ability to heal whomever you touch."

"Yeah." I nodded. "That's my...'main' power, you could say. But it creates other...manifestations." I took a sip of tea to wet my mouth. Still hot. "Being able to communicate with animal cells means that I know myself very intimately. Everyone can feel their pulse if they look for it, but I can feel my heart contract at a moment's notice, my blood flowing through my veins or my nerves pulse, or anything." I smiled weakly. "I would often know more than any doctor that saw me, because my body could tell me exactly what was wrong. Then I barely needed to see them at all."

"B-But I'm getting off track!" I stuttered, quickly realizing the tangent I'd become trapped in. "W-What I mean is like...I kinda know a little of what it's like. To 'know' things a little beyond yourself, like a second sense." My bravery failed me then, and I had to look away, staring at the floor. "A-At least, that's what i-it seems like to me, anyway."

"Whilst I cannot know for certain how your powers feel to you," Storm said kindly, "what you describe is indeed very similar to what I feel. A connectedness to the air, the very water around me. As much my own like my skin or my hair. Sometimes I am consciously aware of it, sometimes not."

When I plucked up the courage to look back at her, Storm's gaze was facing out into the darkness, a far-away look in her eyes.

"You ever just...listen to it, some days?" I asked softly. "Like, sometimes when I was younger I'd find a quiet place, choose a red blood cell, and then spend hours just...'watching' it travel through my body, never to the same place. Except my heart and lungs, of course. You ever did anything like that?"

Storm smiled.

"Indeed. Sometimes I sit and let myself drift for a moment. Become one with the wind and the sky. Feel the air currents like you feel your own blood."

"I can't imagine what that's like." I murmured. "But does it bring peace, sometimes?"

"Quite so. I find it very grounding." She turned back to me then. "You could consider it ironic," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Hehe, in a way, yeah." I chuckled softly.

A brief, comfortable silence settled between us. The thunderstorm was still raging, but the gap between the lightning and thunder was starting to slowly increase, the rain's strength waning slightly. I brought my tea to my lips, drinking deeply now the temperature was less scalding, its warmth settling into my belly.

"You are scared of me." Storm observed, and I winced, heat flooding into my face.

"Ah...Y-Yeah." I admitted, forcing my voice to be louder than a mumble. "N-N-Not because you're bad or anything, i-it's just that..." I sighed. "Well, one; I'm low-key scared of everyone. Two; you're such a beautiful, powerful woman who could kill me in a snap of your fingers, and I'm just...me." I stared into my mug, grateful that the tawny liquid couldn't show my reflection.

However, when I felt Storm's hand rest on my shoulder, I looked up to her. She was smiling kindly, a gentle look in her eyes.

"You will not be harmed whilst you stay here, Shadow," she said. "By us, or any outside force that wishes you harm. Of this, you have my word." Her smile softened. "I appreciate your compliments, and your honesty. I am sorry to cause such anxiety in you."

"I-It's okay." I stuttered. "I-It's kinda hard not to feel intimidated when being around you and the other X-Men. You're all so strong and powerful - I feel like a gnat in comparison."

"And yet it is the mosquito that brings down mighty men." Storm spoke. "Regardless, your worth is not weighed by your strength, your powers, or how much 'use' you are to people. You had worth from the moment you were born."

I smiled sadly.

"I know that, in my heart of hearts. But...sometimes it's hard to believe."

"That is understandable." She nodded. "If it reassures you, know that several of our team still worry and second-guess themselves. That, just like yourself, they believe themselves unworthy of the places they hold."

I said nothing, taking another long drink. It was hard to accept, what with people like Gambit, Jean Grey and Wolverine. Especially Gambit - that man oozed confidence from every pore; even when he'd been badly injured rescuing me, the pain couldn't mask the man's swagger. I wished I had even just a thimble-full of his confidence.

"Whether you believe it or not, Shadow," Storm's voice broke me from my thoughts, "we are as flawed and fighting our own demons as much as any other." She paused a moment, considering. "Perhaps knowing my name might help."

"Oh, you don't have to share that with me!" I interjected quickly. "U-Unless you're sure, of course."

"My name is Ororo," she said, the gravitas in her voice as clear as a bell, regardless of the softness of her tone. "Ororo Munroe."

I repeated it, trying to commit it to memory.

"Thank you." I said. "I...I might not start using it straight away, though. I..."

"It's quite alright." Storm - Ororo - smiled. "My intention is less for you to change the name which you refer to me as. More to try to defuse this intimidation you feel towards me. Perhaps seeing me as another person such as yourself will help."

I smiled, feeling a blush heating up my cheeks.

"Thank you. I, I really appreciate it. It's...It's very kind of you."

"You're welcome, Shadow." She turned to the window, looking out. "The storm is moving on now. You should be able to get some sleep now."

I glanced back; sure as she said, the rain was slackening and the thunder didn't seem to shake the mansion whenever it sounded out above.

"Great timing, I just finished my drink." I commented. "You heading to bed now too?"

"I will stay up longer to read, but yes, I will be retiring too." Storm smiled.

"Yeah, I'll probably do the same, actually." I nodded. "G'night Stor- Ororo. Sweet dreams."

"The same to you as well, Shadow." And with that, she walked out. I felt I could breathe again, my shoulders unknotting - her theory hadn't worked out, it seemed. Regardless, I felt fatigue tug at my eyelids, so that boded well at least.

After washing up my mug and putting it away, I began to return to my dorm, playing back the conversation in my mind. I felt stupid and embarrassed to admit that Storm's very presence gave me the jitters, especially to her face. Why couldn't I have kept my mouth shut? I was more than grateful she'd been kind to me, but I couldn't help but feel pitied.

As I climbed the stairs, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and the unpleasantly familiar sensation of my skin crawling up my back made me stop. Someone was watching me.

I glanced around, seeing nothing even with my eyes now used to the gloom.

"Storm?" I called softly.

No response. Only the other storm, much quieter than before, little more than just heavy rain now.

"Must be jumping at shadows." I muttered to myself, continuing my journey back to bed.

Little did I know, a pair of curious red eyes were glowing faintly in the darkness...

[fakeprowrestlingfacts]

Fact #186

Kip Sabian subconsciously approaches alot of things with the "I'm getting a good grade in x, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve" mindset. Examples of "x" include antagonizing Orange Cassidy, impressing Orange Cassidy, kissing my wife, and being a cryptid.

[rowans-blues]

fuck it. i ask u ALL the questions from that ask game

øof you my friend are really digging in ain’t you

do you enjoy playing with boys hair? Yes yes yes yes never gotten the chance but I really wanna

whats your favourite eye colour? call me basic but brown it’s so fucking pretty it reminds me of chocolate or like the soil after the storm

whats a cute quirk that your crush/boyfriend has? plead the fifth

have you come out as mlm? if so, when? a couple years back mostly to friends and family

do you prefer to have boys lie on your chest, shoulder or lap? never tried so don’t know

what music genre reminds you of boys? like soft indie think like noah Kahan I guess and heavy metal

do you prefer to play with tidy or messy hair? messy it looks so fucking cute

are you gay or bi? pan

who is your favourite mlm musician? don’t really have one there probably is one i just don’t know their sexuality maybe cavetown

are you more sporty or arty, and do you prefer sporty or arty boys? arty I guess i’m a computer geek and mix of both

eboys or soft boys? soft easy

what scent reminds you of boys? rain oranges lemons coffee chocolate there’s a list honestly

have you ever gotten a crush on one of your friends? once yeah

how long have you know you were mlm? maybe 5 years now

expose who you have a tumblr crush on axel he’s and awesome person and a great friend maybe not crush but super cool dude

talk about the guy that made you realise you like boys a guy named Alex we’re not friends anymore I asked him out as a joke he’s going into engineering I think nice dude wasn’t gay tho

do you tend to like masculine, feminine or androgynous boys more? androgynous I like people who mix and match I guess

what genre of music reminds you of boys? already answered

what makes you feel rejected from the mlm/lgbt community sometimes? Feelings around soulmates Ig i believe love is built one piece at a time nobody fits you have to make room it’s not always easy but you try anyways because you love them I just get more from building and working on a relationship although i’m kinda softening on it tho so take what I say with a grain of salt

who is your favourite fictional mlm? Marin x Kip form emerald seas

[ijustthinkevilunoisneat]

Impact x AEW Dream Card

I've actually done one of these before but both rosters are so different since then that I thought I'd make another.

PreShow: Joe Hendry vs. Orange Cassidy

PreShow: Willow Nightingale vs. Gisele Shaw vs. Nyla Rose vs. Killer Kelly

Casino Ladder Match: Alex Reynolds vs. John Silver vs. Deaner vs. Angels vs. Kip Sabian vs. Black Taurus vs. Trey Miguel vs. Preston Vance vs. Ethan Page

Adam Cole vs. Jonathan Gresham vs. Rich Swann vs. Wheeler Yuta

The Bunny and Penelope Ford vs. Courtney Rush and Jessicka - Tornado Tag

Ultimate X: Danhausen vs. Crazzy Steve vs. Bandido vs. Kenny King vs. Samoa Joe vs. Laredo Kid

Taylor Wilde and KiLynn King vs. Young Bucks

House of Black vs. Kushida (I know he is more of a NJPW guy but he has worked a bit with Impact too), MCMG

Taya Valkyrie vs. Trinity

Evil Uno vs. Mike Bailey vs. Stu Grayson

Steve Maclin vs. Kenny Omega

Sami Callihan vs. Eddie Kingston vs. Jon Moxley - No DQ

Josh Alexander vs. Bryan Danielson

Deonna Purrazzo vs. Thunder Rosa vs. Masha Slamovich vs. Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D.

Lethal Lockdown: Eddie Edwards, Frankie Kazarian, Ace Austin, Chris Bey vs. Hangman Adam Page, Jay White, Lucha Brothers

[jmyb117]

After watching rampage, I’m just gonna say it. I know that Kip and Penelope are married IRL and I respect that, but in-storyline give me that Orange Cassidy x Penelope Ford odd couple storyline. That sounds amazing and I feel like they were teasing it on Friday.

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

WTNV quick rundown - 159 - Cat Show

Read the rest here!

Be the annoying goose you want to see in the world. Welcome to Night Vale.

It's the annual NV Cat Show and Cecil has entered Khoshekh. Because of this, it is being held at the radio station since Khoshekh can't go anywhere.

The cat show involves the judges checking each cats tail for posture and form, checking it's teeth and then holding each paw to stretch out the cat into an X to measure the cat's latitudinal, longitudinal, and diagonal lengths.

Everything is going fine until they try to examine Khoshekh who greatly dislikes being handled and attacks the judges, knocking them out with the sedative oils he secretes from his tentacles. He then emits a high pitched sound only other cats can hear which the other cats return also becoming upset.

The judges wake up with the minds of felines and therefore start to act like cats and nobody is judged as the winner. All of the cats and the human-cats leave the station and roam feral and free in the streets - except Khoshekh. Cecil pets him with protective gloves on and gives him a catnip plushy.

Weather: “Fuzzy Disco” by Talkie

Khoshekh has a 'smooshy face' and is long-haired except around his caudal spine and pincers he can sting with where he is short-haired. He has multiple tails at least one of which is black and at least one of which has nacreous scales on it. He has white paws. He has 'the floofiest' tentacles which secrete a sedative oil (which turns your mind into that of a cat when it knocks you out apparently). He has five rows of teeth. He has multiple eyes.

Amber Akinyi and her husband Wilson Levy have a cat called Berthold. He is fist-sized, short-haired, orange and white, has eight legs, multiple shiny black eyes and can make a web.

Susan Willman has a cat which is MAYBE called Dumpster and is scraggy tabby with dirty teeth and a sunken posture.

Men from the National Transportation Safety Board arrive from Washington, DC. They are asking Sheriff Sam about the missing Delta flight 18713. They say it was flying from Detroit to Albany and was believed to have gone down in Lake Erie. However, before it disappeared for good it was detected in NV which should have been impossible. Sheriff Sam suggests that they talk to Doug Biondi who is currently imprisoned for being 'dangerous' in the NV Asylum. They suggest that the men pretend to be inmates to blend in and then they can ask Doug all they wish to before taking them away to the Asylum.

Friday night is the Tour of Lights in Old Town Night Vale. Starting at 7pm a tractor will drive people around to look at the festive holiday lights adorning various historic homes. Last year's favorite was the Victorian mansion owned by Harrison Kip which included a 40-foot tall Santa overseeing a vast army of toiling elves, while an old Victrola played "Ave Maria" over crackling speakers, and clowns leapt suddenly from the shrubs handing outs red and green balloons shaped like long-dead family members.

Saturday is the bi-monthly NV Pub Crawl in downtown NV. This involves, every 8 weeks or so, every bar being overun by 7 inch long bugs that look 'a bit' like earwigs but with human faces.

There is a Tamika Flynn Book Club and John Peters, you know, the farmer? is a member.

Cecil doesn't understand Uranus jokes because he pronounces it in a way where it doesn't sound your Your Anus.

Stay tuned next for a noise you cannot hear, rallying a feral insurrection. Good night, Night Vale. Good night.

Proverb: Wanna feel old? Don't worry. You will.

[princessxpunk]

Can someone get a HQ or decent quality of Kip holding OC in the cradle? I would like to put it as a cover photo.

If their faces are close that's even better tbh.

[sithwitch13]

AEW Rampage 7/36/24

Watching all my wrestling for the night before I have to watch the X-Men: Evolution episode I'm talking about tomorrow morning

Orange denying his denim is basically a mood ring in an interview is only making me more convinced that it's basically like how chameleons can change their colors to reflect their mood

Okay, now Alex Abrahantes is wearing Robin-inspired clothes

Hi again, Ishii

DADDY MAGIC

Hi again, Roddy

KIP

Oh lord Cutler

Hi again, Kyle

So, Patriarchy vs Jarrett & Co feud coming up, or?

Darby: "My pain meter hasn't quite filled this week, I need a top-off."

Hi again, Lio

I know they must be a clusterfuck to keep track of, but I really love matches with a whole lot of people. It's like a wine flight of storylines and character moments.

HANGMAN

Booing Hangman and cheering Jarrett. Dang.

Darby is the world's most flingable person

Wish Kris got more than a squash match

"Carrying his opponent..."

Did Callis just call Dutch "Douche?"

"Not the Outrunners! Anybody else!"

Excalibur: "yes that's awful but I have to make these announcements."

[mayhemproduces]

Jon Moxley vs Orange Cassidy- Crimson League- The Heist Night 10

It was neck and neck in the Gold League, but in the end, Samoa Joe came out on top, and awaits whoever wins this match. Whether it be Orange Cassidy or Jon Moxley, there's one massive, daunting task ahead of them, but they couldn't afford to look past this moment. They both need to win here. A win gets them to the Getaway. A win is the only way to get one step closer to Darkness Falls. One more match, the final match on the final night, and it starts right now!

The bell rings, and Cassidy's hands quickly find themselves in his pockets, but eats a forearm from Mox! Chopping him up in the corner, Cassidy turns it around, smashing Jon's face into the turnbuckles! Off the top rope, Mox catches a crossbody and rolls through, putting Orange on the mat and crushing him with those wrist clutch stomps, patented by the American Dragon, and used to pummel Orange here. Orange escapes Mox's clutches, throwing him out of the ring, and hitting him with a suicide dive! Back inside the ring, off the ropes, Orange goes for the satellite DDT, but Mox reverses it into an X-plex! Back to the wrist clutch stomps, pummeling Orange before throwing him into the corner. To the floor again, throwing Orange into the ring post, and it looks like he must've caught a sharp corner, as Orange is bleeding! Mox dogs his teeth and his nails into the wound, trying to open Cassidy up even more, blood starting to trickle down his face. Mox throws them back into the ring… and DRILLS Orange with a Piledriver! This could be it! Cover!

1… 2… KICKOUT!

Untying his own wrist tape, the black tape is wrapped around Cassidy's throat! Remsburg gets on him about the illegal weapon, and has to discard it, but bites Cassidy's open wound. Choking Cassidy in the ropes, Mox hammers him with crossface blows to the side of the head. He's forced off of Cassidy by the referee, but Orange doesn't stay down. Coming back with a flurry of punches, Mox puts his hands on his pockets and takes all the punches he can handle, before dropping Orange with a straight right! Choking him in the corner, Mox sets him up to the top rope and climbs up, headbutting Orange, but Cassidy slips in his grip, and takes Mox's back! Now it's Orange's turn to bite, digging his teeth into Mox's head! Knocking him down with an elbow, Orange leaps from the top, drilling Mox with a diving DDT! It's not enough to keep him down, so Orange goes off the ropes, nailing Mox with a satellite DDT! Orange kips to his feet, Mox up there with him. Moxley sidesteps an Orange Punch, and knocks Cassidy down with a fierce elbow! Looking for another Piledriver, Orange reverses for a Beach Break, Mox slides off. Cassidy pops off a penalty kick, and nails Orange Punch! But Mox won't go down! He kicks Cassidy in the gut, lifting him up for a Piledriver - but Orange reverses into a pin!

1… 2… Kickout!

Mox out at two and transitions into a Bulldog Choke, Orange trying to roll him into a pin, but Mox adjusts. Body scissors in, Mox gets a sleeper! Keeping mindful of his shoulders as he chokes out Cassidy, Orange does everything he can to stay alive. There's a date with Samoa Joe on the line here, and Orange is determined to make it to the finals. When the sleeper doesn't keep Orange down, Moxley shifts to a cross Armbar, wanting to target the dominant hand and take away the power behind that Orange Punch, but Cassidy desperately tries to keep his hands clasped. Mox is able to break it, but Orange rolls on to his belly. Mox shifts into a LeBell Lock! Orange is in deep waters here, unwilling to allow himself to tap, but he's fading fast. Remsburg checks on him, but there's still life in Cassidy, and he rolls to the ropes! Mox has to release, and Orange vacates to the floor.

Following him out, Mox stomps on Cassidy before drawing him up, but Orange counters, dropping Mox with the Beach Break right on the floor! A shotgun dropkick puts Jon’s head into the steel steps, and Cassidy has found a second wind! Orange grabs Moxley and throws him inside. Cassidy goes to the ropes, and CRACKS his fist against Mox’s jaw, hitting the Orange Punch! The first one has him stumbling, but the second puts him on his knees. Orange is fired up, and rips off his elbow pad, going for the trifecta - but Mox hits a cutter! Orange back on his feet, Mox with the under hook - but Cassidy reverses out! A third Orange Punch, and Mox goes down! Orange is moving onto the Getaway!

1… 2… KICKOUT!

Orange puts his hands in his pockets, starting in on Mox with the slow, shit kicks to the head, ramping up the intensity as Orange gets more fired up, knowing we're in the homestretch here. Orange is unloading on Moxley, but it doesn't make him stay down. Mox nearly takes his head off with a lariat, but Orange pops back up! He charges Mox, going for another Orange Punch, but Mox swats him out of the air with a MASSIVE Spear! It's STILL not enough to keep Orange down, but Mox kicks him in the gut, under hooks, and drills him with the Death Rider! Mox folds Orange up deep, to move onto the finals!

1… 2… 3!

“Here is your winner, Jon Moxley!”

A valiant effort from Orange Cassidy and the rest of the Crimson League, but Mox stands tall above all, and moves onto the Getaway to face Samoa Joe!

[baliportalnews]

Dua Tokoh Pendidikan Ball Dukung Dadang Hermawan ke DPR RI

BALIPORTALNEWS.COM, DENPASAR - Dua tokoh pendidikan Bali, Prof. Dr.  I Made Bandem, MA., dan Drs. Ida Bagus Dharmadiaksa, M.Si., Ak., sepakat mendukung Rektor ITB STIKOM Bali, Dr. Dadang Hermawan ke DPR RI. Hal itu terungkap dalam silaturahmi pejabat STIKOM Bali Group dengan para orang tua dan mahasiswa penerima beasiswa KIP Kuliah dan beasiswa langsung dari STIKOM Bali Group di Duta Orchid Garden Denpasar Timur, Senin (11/12/23) siang. Prof. Made Bandem yang juga mantan Rektor ISI Denpasar dan ISI Yogyakarta itu mengatakan sudah mengenal betul sosok Dadang Hermawan sejak tahun 2001 ketika Prof. Bandem, Dadang Hermawan, Ida Bagus Dharnadiaksa dan Satrya Dharma mendirikan Yayasan Widya Dharma Shanti (WDS) Denpasar. Lalu dengan Yayasan WDS Denpasar itulah pada tahun 2002 mereka berempat mendirikan perguruan tinggi IT pertama di Bali dan Nusa Tenggara dengan nama Sekolah Tinggi Manajemen Informatika dan Teknik Komputer (STMIK) STIKOM Bali. "Waktu itu di Bali belum ada perguruan tinggi IT, kalau kursus-kursus komputer sudah banyak. Tapi kami berempat yakin perguruan tinggi ini ke depan akan memegang peranan sangat penting dan menjadi dunia zaman now," kata Prof. Bandem sambil menunjuk kepada ratusan mahasiswa di hadapannya. "Dan itu terbukti sekarang kan?," sambungnya, retoris. Dia melanjutkan, sejak pertama berdiri STMIK STIKOM Bali mereka percayakan Dadang Hermawan sebagai ketua, kemudian tahun 2019 STMIK STIKOM Bali bertransformasi menjadi ITB STIKOM Bali mereka tetap percayakan Dadang Hermawan sebagai rektor. "Apa yang kami lihat dari sosok pak Dadang selama ini luar biasa. Pertama kali berdiri hanya dengan 40 mahasiswa, sekarang jumlah mahasiswa kami 6.500, ada 10.000 lebih alumni, kami punya 3 kampus, ada di Renon, Jimbaran dan Abiansemal, kami punya 2 politeknik yakni Politeknik Nasional Denpasar dan Politeknik Ganesha Guru Singaraja, kami punya 1 kampus di Bandung namanya STT Bandung dan kami punya 7 SMK TI Bali Global yang tersebar di seluruh Bali. Karena itu saya mengajak bapak/ibu dan adik-adik semua kita satukan tekad mendukung Pak Dadang ke DPR RI," beber Prof. Made Bandem. Prof. Made Bandem melanjutkan, di internal STIKOM Bali Group dan Yayasan WDS Denpasar dukungan terhadap Dadang Hemawan sudah bulat. "Melihat kiprahnya itu maka kami dari Yayasan WDS Denpasar keluarga besar STIKOM Bali Group sangat mendukung beliau ke DPR RI. Apalagi beliau incar Komisi X yang membidangi pendidikan dan kebudayaan itu sangat cocok sekali dengan kondisi Bali. Kalau beliau ada di sana, bukan hanya beasiswa yang diperbanyak tetapi infrastruktur pendidikan juga akan ditingkatkan," kata Prof. Bandem. Hal senada juga disampaikan Ida Bagus Dharmadiaksa, mantan Pembantu Dekan II FE Unud yang kini menjadi Ketua Yayasan WDS Denpasar. Menurut Dharmadiaksa, mendukung Dadang Hermawan ke DPR RI ibaratnya melepas kail besar untuk mendapatkan ikan yang lebih banyak. "Hanya sebagai Rektor STIKOM Bali saja dia telah berbuat begitu banyak untuk masyarakat Bali dan Indonesia, apalagi dia nanti anggota DPR duduk di Komisi X," ucapnya. Dharmadiaksa juga menepis isu di luar yang menyebut kalau Dadang Hermawan menjadi anggota DPR RI maka beasiswa KIP kuliah di ITB STIKOM Bali akan dihentikan. "Itu isu tidak benar. Justru kalau beliau jadi anggota DPR RI maka beasiswa KIP Kuliah akan ditingkatkan dan yang diuntungkan adalah masyarakat Bali dan Indonesia," jawab Dharmadiaksa menepis itu tadi. Frandilius Organisius mewakil para orang tua mengatakan sangat berterima kasih kepada STIKOM Bali Group yang telah memberikan beasiswa anak-anak sehingga mereka dapat melanjutkan kuliah tanpa mengeluarkan biaya apapun, bahkan mendapat uang saku, dan memberi kesempatan  mngikuti kuliah sambil magang di luar negeri. "Karena itu saya minta kepada orang tua lainnya agar kita sama-sama memenangkan pak Dadang Hermawan ke DPR Pusat,” ajaknya. Terhadap dukungan itu Dadang Hermawan mengatakan sangat berterima kasih dan meminta agar dukungan itu terus dipelihara, disebarluaskan kepada keluarga atau kenalan dan dikawal sampai usai hari pencoblosan nanti.(bpn) Read the full article

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Saturday,   1   July,   2023........... Warmup.....Power Cleans.........Partner 100′s.

Somehow I lost the entire blog when the power surged and blew out, so I’m impatiently starting again.

Armando led us in his mobility/flexibility warmup.

Partner Wall-Balls

Max Number in 2 Minutes

Strength

Power Cleans

3  Reps  EMOM  X  10 Minutes.

Touch  &  Go,  Progress Weight.

Aiden=205     Armando=185     Nathan/Timmy=165     Zac=135     Rodney/Paul/Dana=125     LSU=105    Joe=95    Cheri=85      Linda/Kayla/Angel/John=75     Coach=85     Shannon=65     Jake/Christina=40          MarK/Tom=did something

Metabolic Conditioner

Partnered

1  Works  at  a  Time

100  Calories On Any 1 ERG

100  Partnered Med-Ball Sit-Ups

100  DB Step-Ups

100  Slam Balls

100  DB  Snatch’s

Did all 100 Reps Solo:

Dana=27:20

Partnered or Did Half Solo (Aiden):

Linda/Kayla=22:18     Angel=22:20     Armando/Nathan=22:32     Rodney=22:40     Jake/Christina=24:18     Timmy/Zac=25:15     Tom/Coach=25:17     LSU/Joe=25:52          Aiden/Cheri/Shannon=27:30     John=28:10     Paul/Mark=30:10 

Notes:

The notes I lost in the power fail were much better than these.

New People:     Jake is Zac and Christina’s Son.  He was here unofficially long ago, so Mama made him do the waiver and get a T-shirt.  Mom and Jake worked out together and she was a good coach and he was coachable.  I think they had a good time.

John brought Mark and they are friends from church.  Mark just graduated from Vandy and is in route to Orange County California.  We tried to tell him not to swim against the tide, but he is gone already.  Mark is a re-MARK-able young man.  Coach Paul took him thru the workout today at a measured pace, doing a lot of teaching.  Physically he reminded me of Brandon, but Mark denied  any official regular gym attendance that would have given him that physique.  Instead, a few years ago when COVID first happened, he somehow got the idea to buy a pair of RINGS and hang them up where he lived.  He researched and practiced everything he could find YOUTUBE videos of, and now he looks like Manny would look if Manny was 22 years old, 6ft 4 and 210 lbs. Mark didn’t have the space to do kipping, so he was forced to constrain his movements and only do slow exercises.  Mark isn’t the usual CrossFit show-off, so he had to be encouraged to string together a half dozen effortless Dead-Hang Muscle-Ups.  I sure hope he goes to a CrossFit Box and finds a good gymnastic coach in L.A.  

Even Though Instagram Kayla breezed  in and out at the early session, the friends at the 0930 class were dead-set on enjoying Kayla’s iced coffee.  We all had a fine brew and the fun group around the picnic table reminded me of a Thursday wine party without wine.  

Tomorrow morning at 0730 will be COOL.  By the 1 PM session it will be 20 degrees warmer.  This is a HINT.           

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