#moxley madness

[questintheskies]

Eddie Kingston on his relationship with Jon Moxley: “That's my brother that I chose. Not by blood, like I have to love him. We always look out for each other. That's my man. I do a lot of things just to bust his balls.”

[memoriesofthingspast]

joy harjo; “in mad love and war”

[bloodycowboyclub]

[paradoxunknown]

@bambihausen

[bijouxcarys]

Prove It (Roman Reigns x fem!Reader)

Masterlist

Description: They work together, they travel together, they're around each other almost 24/7. So, why is it so damn hard for them to be alone when they need it? Oh, that's right... it's a secret.

Warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI, smut, fingering, dirty talk, semi-public escapades, Roman being a lil menace, secret affairs, fluffy undertones...

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I have used everyone's real names (apart from where Sasha references Ambrose). The superstars included are Roman, Becky Lynch, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley, Sasha Banks, and Liv Morgan.

Tags: @trippinsorrows @empressdede @thetribalqueen (if you'd like to be added to the tag list for any future Roman fics, just let me know in the replies/reblog!)

The door to the hotel room swung open, a chorus of laughter and chatter spilling out into the hallway. It had been a gruelling week on the road, and the whole lot of them were ready for some much-needed relaxation. Thankfully, a majority of the rooms down that particular hallway were occupied by WWE Superstars, so noise complaints were a slimmer chance than usual.

Using her and Gionna’s hotel room as a gathering spot wasn’t on Y/N’s to-do list, but when conversation struck up in the car about having a night of relaxation, to let go a little, Gi was more than eager to offer up the room. That was Gi for you; more like her Liv alter ego than even she cared to admit.

Not that Y/N was mad of course; these people were practically family.

“Someone get the drinks?” Gi called out, scrunching her nose up to push her clear-framed glasses further up as she plopped down on one of the beds, her blonde hair splayed out behind her.

“I got ‘em, relax,” Colby replied, holding up two six-packs with a grin. He cracked one open and handed it to her, settling onto the floor next to Jon, who was already mid-story.

“So, there I am, right? Middle of this tiny-ass town, and I can’t find the damn gym anywhere,” Jon was saying, his voice animated. “GPS is telling me I’m there, but I’m lookin’ at a freakin’ cornfield!”

“Classic Ambrose move,” Mercedes laughed, shaking her head as she leaned against the wall. “A terrible sense of direction.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault! Technology hates me,” Jon shot back, taking a swig from his beer.

Leaning over the group from her place on the bed, Y/N accepted a can from Colby, her eyes involuntarily capturing those she knew would be hard to refrain from the entire night. Gazes locked with the man standing just behind where Colby sat, arms folded; his tank top allowed for a perfect view of his tensing muscles under the gorgeous tan of his complexion. It was a look that spoke volumes—intense, secretive, and heavy.

Considering the close-knit nature of the wrestling world, it was an impressive feat that Joe and Y/N had managed to keep their affair under wraps.

“Who knew we’d all end up here tonight?” Mercedes said, her voice cutting through the din as she reclined on the floor, back pressed against the side of Gi’s bed.

“Yeah, thanks a bunch for lettin’ up the room, Y/N,” Becky added, raising her bottle of water in a mock toast.

“Don’t be thanking me, thank Barbie over there,” Y/N nodded towards Gi, who simply shot a thumbs up in her direction as a response. “But yeah, I mean it’s nice to have a moment to just… be.”

“Amen to that,” Joe said, his deep voice rumbling as he grabbed a drink from the pack Colby brought.

Jon snorted from his spot on the bed. “Yeah, because being crammed into a tiny hotel room is so much better than our own rooms.”

“Hey, at least it’s free entertainment,” Colby retorted, tossing a pillow at Jon, who caught it with a lazy grin.

“Free entertainment, huh? Guess that makes you the clown,” Jon shot back, eliciting laughs from everyone.

“Better than being the guy who gets thrown out of bars,” Colby quipped, throwing his arm around Becky with a cocky grin towards Jon. Colby and Becky were truly in the throes of a honeymoon period. It was a task just getting him to own up to the fact that he liked Becky in more ways than one, so when they finally decided to screw everything and officially become a couple—PDA and all—it was a relief. Finally, the two people who practically pined over each other for at least a year, had gotten their shit, and themselves, together.

The night wore on with more stories, jabbing at one and other, and moments over the last week that were becoming fond memories. At some point, pizza boxes were ordered and devoured, and the room’s occupants settled into various positions of comfort—or as close to comfort as they could get in the cramped space. Joe had claimed a spot on the floor near Y/N’s bed, leaning back against the wall with a relaxed posture that belied what was going through his head.

“Man, I could get used to this,” Mercedes said, stretching out on the floor. “Better than passing out alone in my room.”

“Yeah,” Becky agreed, earning an offended glance from Colby. “We should do this more often, is what I’m sayin’, babe, relax.”

“Just as long as he,” Jon pointed directly at Becky’s boyfriend, “promises to keep his snoring to a minimum.”

“I don’t snore!” Colby protested.

“You absolutely do!” Gi pointed out, honestly scaring the crap out of everyone since they all just assumed she’d passed out across her bed.

Y/N found herself increasingly distracted by Joe’s presence. Every laugh, every shift of his body, every low rumble of his voice seemed to pull her attention like a magnet. She could feel his eyes on her intermittently, a silent conversation playing out between them that no one else in the room could hear.

“Y/N, remember that time we got lost tryin’ to find that diner?” Becky asked, breaking Y/N’s reverie.

“Oh my God, don’t,” Y/N laughed, recalling the memory. “We ended up in the middle of nowhere, and you were convinced we were gonna end up on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries.”

“I was being cautious!” Becky protested, lifting her hands up. “You never know with those back roads, they’re frickin’ dodgy!”

“That’s why I always use GPS,” Joe interjected smoothly, and deeply, sending a wave of chills over Y/N’s body, though she did a damn good job at hiding it.

“Excuse me, did I not just tell you about my cornfield trauma as a result of GPS earlier?” Jon called out.

“You made it eventually, man, calm down,” Joe chuckled with a roll of his eyes.

As the night wore on, the energy in the room began to wane. Conversations quieted to soft murmurs and the occasional chuckle, as everyone started to feel the weight of the week on the road.

“Alright, I’m calling it,” Colby said, stretching out his arms and yawning. “I’m too beat to head back to my room. Mind if I crash here?”

“You can take the floor, Rollins,” Jon muttered from his foetal position in the armchair, his eyes half-closed. “Ain’t no way I’m movin’.”

“Yeah, me too,” Mercedes chimed in, curling up in a corner with a pillow Gi threw at her. “Too tired to move.”

Becky looked around at the group, her eyes landing on Y/N. “Looks like we’re all stopping in here. Hope you don’t mind, love.”

“Not at all,” Y/N replied with a smile. “It’s nice having everyone here, and I’m sure that one doesn’t mind.” She glanced over at Gi, who was already on the precipice of slumber.

“It is kinda nice,” Becky nodded. “Feels like a big ol’ sleepover.”

“Except with more muscles and less gossip,” Colby quipped with an amused chortle.

Joe had stuck to the spot on the floor near Y/N’s bed. He glanced up at her as she climbed into the sheets, their eyes meeting once again in the dim light.

As the others began to settle in, finding whatever space they could to lay down, the room slowly descended into a comfortable silence. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle were the only sounds that broke the silence.

Y/N laid back against her pillows, her thoughts drifting. She felt Joe’s presence nearby like a physical touch, a comforting and exhilarating reminder of their secret. She turned her head slightly, catching his eye in the dark.

“You okay?” Joe whispered.

“Yeah,” she whispered back, her lips curving into a smile. “You?”

“Better now,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on her face.

Her pulse quickened. They were surrounded by their friends, all blissfully unaware of the silent conversation happening right under their noses. The thrill of the secrecy only made the moment more intense.

“Think they have any idea?” she asked in a hushed tone, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Joe smirked. “Not a clue. We’re good at this.”

“Guess we are,” she replied, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

A quiet laugh escaped Joe’s lips, and he shook his head slightly. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

Y/N grinned. “You love it.”

“Damn right I do,” he said softly, eyes glued to her.

They shared a long, meaningful look, the best they could in the limited light. They both knew the risks of being discovered, but in that fleeting moment, it didn’t matter. They were together, and that was enough.

“Night, Y/N,” Joe whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Night, Joe,” she replied, equally as gentle.

With a final lingering look, they both turned away, settling into their respective spots. The room was filled with the quiet sounds of their friends, but for Joe and Y/N, the silence couldn’t be louder.

She woke up around 3am, the room shrouded in darkness save for the faint glow from the streetlights outside. She shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, when she felt it—his gaze. Slowly, she turned her head and found Joe propped up on one arm with his phone in his hand. His face was illuminated only by the device.

Seriously? You couldn’t have just stayed asleep? She thought to herself, a mix of amusement and frustration bubbling up inside her. Here they were, in a room full of their sleeping friends, with Joe looking like a whole meal doing the bare minimum. The absurdity and excitement was so much for her to handle.

She gave him a pointed look when he finally took a peek over in her direction, her lips quirking up in a half-smile when he noticed she was awake.

“What are you doing awake?” she asked as quietly as she could.

Joe’s lips curved into a slow, lazy grin, with a bashful undertone. “Couldn’t sleep,” he practically mouthed, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes. “You just want to make this night more interesting.”

Joe shifted quietly on the floor, his movements careful and deliberate. He glanced around the room, ensuring everyone else was still sound asleep, then slowly moved to sit up. Y/N’s heart raced as she watched him, every nerve in her body on high alert.

Sliding onto the bed beside her, he moved with a careful grace that belied his size. The mattress dipped under his weight, and he settled beside her, his body warm and solid against hers.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a giddy giggle that threatened to escape. “We’re gonna get caught one of these days, you know.”

He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “Maybe,” he conceded. “But that’s what makes it fun, right?”

“Oh yeah, tons of fun,” she replied sarcastically. “Nothing like the thrill of getting caught by our friends to spice things up.”

Even the darkness couldn’t prevent her from seeing his pearly white grin. “Admit it, you love the risk.”

“Maybe I do,” she admitted with a gentle sigh, relaxing into his warmth as his hand slid up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

They laid there for a moment in the snore-filled room. The tension was palpable, a taut wire strung between them that could snap at any moment.

“So, what’s the plan?” she whispered up at him.

“Plan?” he echoed, feigning innocence. “I was just thinkin’ we could enjoy each other’s company.”

She rolled her eyes, positive that her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and despite the darkness, covered her face with her hand anyways. “You’re terrible.”

“And…? You love it, babygirl,” he shot back, his hand moving down to rest on her hip, fingertips teasing the space between her tank top and her shorts. “Remember that time we almost got caught in the locker room?” he asked with an audible smirk, his calloused thumb tracing circles on her exposed skin. “You nearly blew our cover with that yelp.”

“You’re the one who made me jump!” she protested, swatting him lightly on the arm.

He laughed softly, a rich hum that sent sparks straight to her core. “Sure, blame it on me.”

“You really don’t think anyone suspects anything?” Her question came as a small mumble, lost in the shadow of his form practically hovering over her at this point. And he was so close to her. She could feel light tickles from his beard on her cheek.

“Nah, baby,” he confidently reassured her. “We’re too good at this shit.”

“Famous last words,” she chuckled, though she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing delicately against the shell of her ear. “Don’t worry. I got this.”

“Yeah?” she challenged, sliding her hand up to rest on his shoulder. “Prove it.”

With a smirk, Joe shifted, rolling over so he could press his body entirely on top of hers. The bed creaked slightly, and they both froze, glancing around to make sure no one had woken up. Satisfied that their secret was still safe, they relaxed.

“What was that about ‘I got this’?” she lightly scolded, emulating his voice the best she could in her whispered tone.

“Shh…” With that, he pressed his lips down against hers, the hand that rested on her hip coming up to hold the side of her neck. He kissed her with a hunger that spoke of all the nights they had to keep their distance, the desire that had been simmering just below the surface finally boiling over. She returned it with equal fervour, trailing her fingers up to his man bun and feeling where the couple of hours being laid down had taken a toll on its usually pristine quality.

“Take this out,” she mumbled against his lips. “I like when your hair’s down.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. It was a relief to take it out, to let it fall down and create a protective shield around their faces as he went back in for another kiss. It deepened, tips of tongues prodding against each other until they were fully entwined in an intense dance. Her hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath his skin, the same way Joe traced the contours of her curves with a reverence that made her feel like a Goddess.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he breathed out in a gravelly whisper.

“Me too,” she admitted.

They were lost in each other, the world outside their bubble of desire forgotten. Joe’s hands slipped under her shirt, the heat of his touch against her bare skin making her gasp softly. He paused, his eyes searching hers in the small beams of light from outside, asking for silent permission.

She nodded, her breath hitching as his hands continued their exploration upwards. He pushed the fabric up, exposing her round breasts to the cool air and his heated gaze. Following the path of his hands, Joe’s lips made a tender journey down her neck, nipping and sucking lightly, before they stopped at her chest. Pressing kisses to her skin. Tip of his tongue tracing slow patterns along it until one of her hard nubs made contact. Thick lips wrapped around, kissing and suckling like he’d never get to again. Branding possession and desire.

“Joe,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

“Shh, we gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he reminded her, words muffled against the supple skin as he moved to pay the same exquisite attention to her other breast. “Don’t wanna wake the others.”

The reminder of their precarious situation only added to the intensity, causing her to unintentionally roll her hips up towards his. His hands were everywhere, mapping her body with a familiarity that was both comforting and thrilling. Her own hands were just as eager, exploring the hard planes of his chest. His heart pounding beneath her palm, a mirror to her own racing pulse.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin.

She smiled, a flush of pleasure spreading through her at his words. “You’re not so bad yourself, big guy.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her. “Glad you think so.”

Coming back up to her lips, she barely had time to readjust before his long, tepid fingers slipped under the fabric of her shorts and her panties. Another sharp gasp escaped her lips, internally cringing at how loud it was. God forbid, if anyone actually knew what they were doing…

“Easy, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

The pads of his fingers stroked over her slick folds, gently… teasingly. A moan rose in her throat, causing her to clamp her teeth down on Joe’s lower lip to suppress the sound.

“Damn, baby, you’re this wet already?”

“Yes,” she managed to breathe as he pressed heated kisses down the side of her neck. His middle fingers teased the smooth surface of her tiny, sensitive pearl, and she once again was forced to keep her noises to a minimum.

“Good girl,” he praised her efforts, rewarding her by pressing his fingers down firmer, further, until they slipped inside her with a smooth, practised motion.

The sensation was almost too much to bear. She clung to him, her nails digging into his bare shoulders as he began to move, digits sliding in and out in a slow and calculated motion. God only knew he wanted to finger fuck the shit out of her, but he knew that would cause unnecessary noise and a climax too short lived.

“God, how you always feel this good?” he groaned softly.

She whimpered, biting her lip to stifle it. His fingers curled upwards in their movements, pressing closer to her sweet spot. Driving her wild. Coiling her pleasure. Tighter. And tighter.

“Look at you,” he peered over her writhing form in awe. “So gorgeous… so ready for me, huh?”

Her response was a tight grip on the back of his head.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered hotly against her neck. “Tell me how you want it.”

“M-more…” She pathetically sighed. “Please, Joe…”

He chuckled softly, feeling a familiar twitch between his own legs. “Anything for you, doll,” he obliged happily, fingers picking up speed and his thumb finding her clit easily to glide against it in tandem with the rhythm he had curated on her body.

A gasp, an arch, a flutter around his fingers, and he knew. “Feel that?” he whispered in a seductive, dark purr. “Feel how close you are?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “Oh, God, yes…”

“Atta girl,” he cooed down at her, propping himself up on his arm and pressing his forehead down on hers. “Cum, baby.”

Noticing her characteristic shudder, the way her eyebrows furrowed when a release was approaching, he took the initiative to manoeuvre his free hand to cover her mouth, baring down enough pressure for her to bite onto it as she rippled and arched into him. Her cunt throbbed and tightened around his fingers, and he watched with parted lips as she came so hard.

“That’s it,” he murmured in a soothing rumble. “Just like that…”

As she came down from her high, twitches and aftershock present, he carefully withdrew his fingers. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his hand smoothing over her hair. Another kiss came quickly, but not without Joe taking an expert taste of his own fingers, where Y/N’s honey coated him with a thick sheen. She tasted herself as he swirled his long tongue around hers, hand stroking back his hair to thread her fingers through the dark tendrils.

It was almost sad, kissing him in that moment. The way she gripped onto him as though she was solidifying how he felt in her mind, capturing the memory; they never knew the next time they’d get to be together.

“Joe…” Y/N whispered. “I need you… so bad.”

“I know, babygirl,” he sighed, peppering small kisses along her jaw. “But as much as I’d love for you to nut on this dick right now, it might be wiser to wait ‘til I can have you alone.”

She whimpered impatiently, making Joe stifle a laugh by burying his face in her neck. “Don’t make me laugh,” he murmured, clearly grinning.

“I’m not trying to…” she giggled softly, biting her lip. They really just did that, in the same room as their sleeping friends. Damn. “Fuck, Joe, we’re totally gonna get found out soon if we keep this up.”

“Yeah?” he asked, lifting his head to gaze down at her. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, baby.”

“Yeah, I’m sure everyone would love to know that you just fingered me a metre away from their sleeping bodies.��

“They will know if you don’t keep it down,” he chuckled. “That bein’ said, we should probably try and get some sleep, huh?”

Y/N frowned, but reluctantly nodded, knowing he would have to leave her bed and return to his spot on the floor. “Where are we heading in the morning?”

“Uh,” Joe hummed, carefully pulling himself back up into a seated position. “Atlanta, I think.”

“Sit next to me on the bus?” she half-asked.

“You sure you wanna do that? Y’know… considering we’re ‘totally gonna get found out soon’?” He sent her a cocky smirk, silently moving himself back to the floor. She rolled over to the edge of the bed so she could still see him. 

“I don’t care… I’ve missed you,” she told him earnestly. It was true; they really hadn’t seen as much of each other lately, which is ironic when you consider the fact they were currently on the road. It just meant eyes were on them more than usual. 

With an understanding exhale, Joe reached over and held the side of her face, stroking over her cheek with his thumb. “I’ve missed you too, baby.”

“So sit with me tomorrow, please,” she practically begged, leaning into his touch.

“I’m not sayin’ no, am I?” he answered with a soft laugh. “Now, go to sleep, ‘kay? It’ll be more suspicious if we’re both tired.”

“Yes, Dad,” Y/N playfully retorted, rolling her eyes.

“I’ll remind you you called me that, as well.”

“I’m sure you fucking will, Big Dog.”

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Morning crept into the room with the soft glow of dawn filtering through the thin curtains. The peaceful quiet of the night gave way to the gentle sounds of stirring bodies and muffled groans of discomfort.

“Ugh, my back,” Jon complained, rolling over on the cramped armchair. “Why did I think sleeping on here was a good idea?”

“Because you’re an idiot,” Colby mumbled, pulling Becky closer to him. “Pass me that pillow, will ya?” Becky groaned, grabbing the pillow that had fallen off Gi’s bed in the middle of the night, and flinging it back in Colby’s direction.

Gi, still half-asleep, rolled over and bumped into Mercedes, who let out a sleepy groan. “Move over, you bed hog,” she muttered, her voice muffled by the pillow she hugged tightly.

“When did you get there?” Gi mumbled, squinting her eyes as she searched for her glasses somewhere in the bed, realising she must have passed out with them on. 

“When I decided the corner was too damn uncomfortable,” Mercedes bluntly responded.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes, the events of the night playing on a loop in her mind, extended into a pleasurable dream. She sat up, eyes adjusting to the daylight as she surveyed the room. No Joe, just a messy blanket and his balled up jacket from where he had slept. 

“Ahh!” Mercedes let out a yelp as the hotel door began to open, almost hitting her in the process. “Oh, it’s you—what the fuck, man?”

“Sorry, didn’t realise your stupid ass was standin’ in the way,'' Joe's sleepy, but cheery laugh echoed as he emerged, shutting the door behind him. He’d changed his clothes, now wearing his grey shorts and a hoodie, and his hair was back to its pristine nature, perfectly slicked back into a bun.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Colby strained his neck from the floor to look up at him.

“My room? We have rooms, guys, did you know that?” he nudged Colby with his knee as he attempted to sit up. His next stop was Y/N’s bed, where he placed her keycard down on the table beside it, giving her a small smile. 

“You took my key?”

“I’ve been awake for, like, two hours. Needed to get out for a bit, take a shower, y’know,” he shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the bed to collect his stuff from the floor. He made a point to brush against Y/N’s arm as he did, making her bite back a smile. “You sleep okay?”

“Mhm,” she hummed with a nod. “You?”

“Better than expected,” he said, sending a smirk over his shoulder.

Across the room, Colby struggled to stand, stretching his arms above his head with an exaggerated yawn. “Alright, who’s up for breakfast?”

“Count me in,” Jon said, finally rolling off the armchair and onto the floor with a thud. “As long as it’s not cornflakes.”

Gi sat up, her hair a wild halo around her head. “Can we get coffee first? I need coffee.”

“Coffee sounds so good right now,” Mercedes agreed, brushing her fingers through her hair and rubbing at her neck. “And a chiropractor.”

By the time breakfast was had and everyone had dispersed back to their own rooms, Gi and Y/N started the gruelling task of packing what little they took out of their bags and tidying the room of empty cans and pizza boxes.

“They could have helped us,” Gi sighed as she tried to clumsily shove a pizza box into a trash bag.

“Joe offered,” Y/N shrugged, working on picking up cans and any other scraps of trash. Gi glanced up at her, narrowing her eyes with a cheeky smile.

“Did he?”

Y/N met her gaze, raising an eyebrow at her friend quizzically. “Yeah, he did. But he still had a fuckload left to pack, so I told him we could handle it.”

“Oh,” Gi simply hummed, a grin spreading across her face, unbeknownst to Y/N.

Y/N tried her utmost hardest to avoid eye contact after that, knowing that if she looked at Gi for too long, it would be impossible not to spill everything that happened. And after complaining to Joe herself about the possibility of anyone finding out about them, it would seem somewhat counterproductive and ironic on her end.

When the pair was ready to leave, their WhatsApp group chat dinging with confirmations of the same, Gi leaned over to Y/N as she opened their door.

“Oh, by the way, Y/N, about last night,” Gi started.

“Yeah?” Y/N answered as she shut the door behind them, the two of them now standing in the hallway. She caught glimpses of fresh-faced superstars that weren’t in their room last night, who took more pride in their night routines on the road than anything else, greeting them from afar with a warm smile.

“The next time you and Joe fool about, make sure we’re all actually asleep before you do.”

[usomads]

𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢… 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔶

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hello, and welcome to my masterlist! my name is mads, i'm 23, and i go by she/her pronouns. i haven't been writing that long but i figured i'd go ahead and organize my page a bit to make it easier to navigate!

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Wild Thing

Jon Moxley x fem reader

A young Jon Moxley meets Y/n somewhere in CZW in 2009 (inspired by Mox’s book)

Mentions: of blood, drug use, swearing, fighting, kidnapping

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Tonight was my first match in CZW’s Tournament of Death. I stood pacing back and forth in the locker room mentally preparing myself for the events that would occur when I could hear Eddie Kingston yelling at someone in the hallway. He sounded mad. The other men in the locker room exchanged looks and oos before one of them said “She sure is a feisty one isn’t she” to which the men all began to laugh. ‘Who is this she?’ I thought to myself. Eddie then stormed into the room and slammed the door behind him, preventing whoever was behind him from entering the room. He leaned against the door and I could hear angry knocking from the other side. “What does she want now?” said Danny Havoc. (But I just call him Grant) .“She wants to be in TOD, Jon won’t let her” Eddie explained. I didn’t know who this girl they were referring to was but she seemed pretty badass to me. A female wanting to participate in the tournament of death?! “Of course she does! Let me talk to her” said Grant with his thick Jersey accent. Eddie then opened the door to reveal a tall blonde in a Juicy Couture tracksuit. I was not expecting that. 

The gorgeous blond stormed into the room before running into the arms of Grant. “Tell Jon Zandig that I should be in TOD!” she yelled “Now doll, why do you want to be a part of TOD? You know I love ya but you’re too pretty to be doing this kind of shit,” he told her. 

“I want to prove that I can do the same thing you guys can do. Why is it that there are never any women wrestling in these shows? You know I can wrestle! I train my ass off and what do I get back? Nothing, because no one wants to hire a girl. They only want female wrestlers for swimsuit contests and dog food fights. I’m sick of doing that shit! I want to go out there and taste my own blood. TOD or not I want to show these people that I know how to wrestle!” The room was silent. I felt like an outcast, everyone seemed to know about this situation but me. 

Eddie was the first to break the silence. “Let me talk to Jon again. You know he likes you Y/n. I’m sure if you promise not to do anything stupid he will put you in the opener without TOD stipulations” 

Sure enough, Y/n got her match. I watched the match backstage with Grant, both of us hypnotized by what we were seeing. “Who is she?” I asked him, he almost looked shocked that I didn’t know of Y/n. “That’s Y/n, she’s the most badass bitch I have ever met. They call her the Hardcore Barbie because she looks like a Barbie doll and lives off death match wrestling. She’s really nice if you don’t piss her off. She also has good weed.” he told me 

I was so fascinated with her. I needed to know more about her. “Anything else I should know about her? She seems young?” I asked Grant. “Well, she started wrestling when she was 16 and she just turned 20. I know what you’re thinking, she won’t sleep with you, everyone here has tried. It’s so funny that these freaks think she would get with them. She travels with Kingston and me, so don’t you dare try nothing. I will kill you with my bare hands” 

Grant and I watched the rest of the match. I had never seen such a beautiful match. Y/n did in fact know how to wrestle. The man she stood across the ring from was twice her weight yet she picked him up with such ease. The fans loved seeing a pretty girl like herself beat up a sweaty dude. Y/n had beat the man to a pulp, she pinned him 1..2..3 and it was over. I thought it was funny how Grant watched on as a proud parent, that was his girl. I thought about what he said, how she rode with him and Kingston. Why did Eddie never mention Y/n before?

After the show, Y/n officially introduced herself to me. I felt like I was hypnotized by her beauty. She noticed how nervous I was around her and she used it to her advantage, inviting me to hang out after the show with Grant and Eddie. I had to accept, how could you not? 

Eddie explained to me why he hadn’t introduced me to Y/n before. He told me she was known for using her looks to her advantage. “So like she sleeps with people for matches?” I asked him “That’s gross, she would never do that. She mentally fucks you. If you look her too long in the eye you’ll fall right into her trance. She hypnotizes you and manipulates you. She looks all sweet but trust me she has a bad attitude” “So why do you hang out with her then?” I asked him 

“Because she’s fucken wild. She’s so fun to hang out with and she always has weed. Someone needs to look out for her. There are creeps out there man. For god sake she’s a skinny tall blond who lives in Juicy Couture, what do you think will happen?” he told me. Eddie had a good point. 

That night Y/n and I became good friends. Eddie was right when she said she was wild. Once she had a few drinks in her and some of the good shit she was the life of the party. I didn’t understand why Eddie kept Y/n a secret, sure you could tell that she had a few screws loose but don’t we all? For fucks sake if someone willingly wants to participate in TOD you know there’s some form of mental issues going on.

Just then a man approached Kingston and me. He had a fresh buzz cut, was covered in tattoos, had what seemed like a freshly broken nose and looked like the kind of guy who would have women chained up in his basement. “Where is she?” he spat, in a thick Russian accent. I could tell that he and Kingston knew each other, the tension was thick in the air. “Where is who?” Eddie spat back, his New York accent being more noticeable when he was mad. “You know who, stop playing dumb, bum” he responded. “You’re a real fucking idiot, Sasha, she left hours ago. I have no idea where she went but even if I did there’s no way I would tell you” Kingston spat. The men stood chest to chest, eyeing the other down. I did nothing, even I knew not to get involved in whatever this is. Now I didn’t know who the ‘She’ was that they were referring to but by now I think I had an idea. Then Grant came into the mix yelling “I told you if you ever showed your face here again I would fucking kill you” Just then an all-out brawl began. The two men began beating Sasha to a pulp. That’s when I noticed Y/n had vanished into thin air.

I let Kingston and Grant take care of Sasha and went looking for Y/n. In the distance, I heard the sound of broken glass. I followed the sound and found Y/n smashing the windows of a beat-up junk car with a baseball bat. She was mad, she looked evil. Now I knew why Eddie had warned me. “Hey, hey, hey! What’s going on here? What are you doing Y/n?” She turned to face me and I made the mistake of looking into her eyes. Her once bright green eyes had turned a deep forest colour, the whites of her eyes now red. Her makeup was smudged and her cheeks were stained with fresh tears. I was scared. I felt like she was staring into my soul, being able to read my every thought, know all my secrets. “What do you want, Mox?” she said through gritted teeth. “I just want to know what’s going on here. Why are Grant and Eddie beating the snot out of a guy named Sasha?” Her face dropped at the name, that told me what I needed to know.

Just then I heard someone yelling and honking a horn in the background. I turned to find Grant and Eddie yelling at us to get in the car! Y/n and I jumped in the car and sped off. The car was deathly silent. No one dared to say a word. I looked at Grant’s hands that gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles were bloody and bruised, that’s when I noticed the blood on Eddie. The silence was broken when Y/n began to laugh, Grant and Eddie began laughing as well. “What the fuck happened back there?” I asked with genuine concern in my voice. “That jackass back there Sasha, I broke his nose after he followed me home after the show last week. I don’t even want to think about what his intentions were, "she said. “Not to mention 'someone' stole $500 out of my purse at the show today” “If he ever showed his face around here again I said I would kill him” Grant responded. “I smashed his windows because that’s what he gets for trying to kidnap me and stealing my $500” I was honestly speechless. “ I found a bunch of money in his car so it’s only fair I split the reward with all of you,” Y/n said. I watched her pull the fat wad of hundreds out of her pocket and began counting it. “$500 for Grant, $500 for Eddie, $500 for Mox and $1,500 for me. Thank you, Sasha” “Thank you Sasha the rest of us chimed in” From that moment I knew Y/n and I would be best friends. 

[riptides-n-roses]

tear you apart - jon moxley (18+)

⛧ pair: jon moxley x reader

⛧ tags: @cyberdejos2 @88changemymind @reigns-prophecy

⛧ warnings: really really really rough sex, unprotected p in v, t1t-fucking, aggressive throat fucking, blood kink (jon bites so hard you bleed), oral (m! and f! receiving), creamp1e, bruises, marking, as always minors should not interact ♡

⛧ i think with how many matches jon has where he's bleeding everywhere should have more ffs about him in that way.

⛧ jon is aggressive during sex. he takes his anger out on you in a way that makes you beg for more (no plot)

♫ tear you apart - she wants revenge

⛧ word count: 1.2K

Jon's kisses were rough and hot, his calloused fingers forcefully grabbing your face to hold still. Your whines made him hard, trying to beg for him to be gentle. 

"My good slut." He muttered, pressing his lips back to yours. He was mad about something. You could tell he was based off the way he handled you. It didn't bother you. You found it hot whenever sex was angry with him.

"J-Jon..." you started. 

"That's not my name. Correct yourself before I do." Jon ordered, making his way to your neck, kissing roughly.

You whined, feeling his teeth bite into your neck. 

"D-Daddy..."

"Fuck that's my good little slut." He purred, taking his free hand to one of your exposed breasts, playing with it so harshly. "You're going to be a good girl for me. Understood?" 

"Yes daddy..." you replied, feeling his teeth let go of your flesh. Jon smirked, admiring his work on your neck, slight blood leaving from where he bit into you. 

"Get on your knees." his tone full of demand. You immediately obeyed him, his bulge right against your face. He was amused from how innocent you looked in front of him.

"Such an innocent face. Too bad I'm going to ruin it..." he laughed. You watched as Jon took off whatever clothing was left on him, his cock already hard from biting you earlier. Your mouth watered from the sight of his throbbing cock. He rested his cock between your breasts, slowly thrusting between them. He grunted as you squeezed your breasts together creating more friction against his length. After a few thrusts he paused, having another idea.

Without any warning, he grabbed a chunk of your hair, and pushed his dick in your mouth, his tip reaching the back of your throat. His grunts were intoxicating, feeling yourself getting wet between your legs.

"Fuck...You're so perfect, princess." He grunted, his grip tightening around your hair, your throat abused from his thrusts. 

You gagged from his length, his thrusts getting faster - he was getting close. Small tears forming in your eyes as you kept eye contact with him. 

A low growl escaped his lips as he came down your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop of him. As he rode out his orgasm, he ripped his cock out of your throat, allowing your throat to rest. You choked, looking up to the 6'4 "man - his eyes still have the same stare as he did before. To your surprise, he was still rock hard - you knew he wasn't finished with you just yet.

"On the bed...now" 

You immediately laid down on your back on the king-sized bed, the sheets red as wine. You were nervous as Jon crawled on top of you, flattered that you were afraid of what he was going to do next.

"Fuck...you're so cute when you're scared." His tone, full of lust and hunger. 

Your breath shook, you've never seen him so angry before. You couldn't dare ask him why he was being so rough with you. He looked you up and down, unamused to see your legs closed shut.

"Open your legs." He ordered, impatiently waiting for you to obey his commands.

You immediately opened them, giving Jon a good view of your glistening cunt. He hummed in approval before positioning himself between your legs. 

"Such a pretty cunt..." he muttered, latching his warm tongue on your clit, roughly sucking on it. 

You whimpered from his touch, it was gentle but his grip on your thighs was hard. His icy blue eyes never leaving contact with your face - making sure you were enjoying how he manhandled you. 

"You like how I eat this pussy, slut?" His tone was playful, his fingers pumping in and out of you. 

"Y-Yes, daddy...Oh fuck" you sobbed, throwing your head back as he sucked away on your cunt.  

He chuckled, his grip still tight against your thighs as his tongue slid up and down. You whined when he stopped, stopping you from cumming all over his face. 

"Such a greedy whore..." he grumbled, "I oughta fuck the brat out of you."

As he positioned himself again, he grabbed your sides hard. You gasped loudly as Jon pushed into you without warning, his length already hitting your spot hard. 

Your eyes were blurry from small tears, as he thrusted hard into you, his knuckles turning white from grabbing you. 

"You're such a good whore." His grunts were low and deep, stopping his grip on your sides and swiftly replacing them with your neck, limiting your intake to oxygen. You gasped from his tight grip, his thrusts getting faster and deeper, your walls tightening around his lengthy cock. 

"D-Daddyyyy..." you couldn't talk much, it was intoxicating to him on how small you were under his grip. His stare was sinister, biting his bottom lip as he pushed in and out of you.  

"Yeah that's it...take every inch of my cock" He was satisfied with your pleas to let his grip on you loosen. His grunts turned you on even more, your eyes rolling back from the raspy waves of pleasure hitting your body.

Jon finally let go of his grip on your neck, allowing you to breathe, his thrusts still hard and deep in you, he put his full body weight on top of you, your arms wrapping around him, digging your nails into the flesh in his back. You definitely wanted to mark him back, making any woman know he was yours. 

"Fuckkk...you feel so good, baby." He groaned, his thrusts becoming faster. He really enjoyed when you roughed him up back. You whined feeling him sink his teeth into your neck, you loved when he bit you or caused any markings on you. It reminded you and everyone exactly who you belonged to. You were for sure going to get asked about those teeth marks on you, but you didn't care. 

You shut your eyes tight, whimpering from him fucking you rough. It wasn't unusual for him to but you prayed it wouldn't be the last time. He always made you discover new things about yourself when he did. 

"Look at me." He grabbed your face, making you open your eyes to face him. He pressed his lips against yours, your tongues fighting for dominance. You moaned from his tongue being in your mouth - he growled, biting your bottom lip really hard, drawing small hints of blood - you know that's going to scar later on.

Your stomach tightened, feeling yourself getting closer to cum. It was already a lot for you to handle all at once - Jon being aggressively rough with you as he fucked you, his obsession with biting you and limiting your air passages. 

"You gonna cum?" He asked, his thrusts getting sloppy "You're gonna cum with me. Got it, slut?" You whined from his commands, not being able to hold your need to cum any longer.

"Yes, Daddy...Oh fuck...I'm cumminggg" You sobbed into his neck as you came all over his dick, your nails digging into him - Jon following behind, groaning loudly as his warm seed bursting in you. As you both rode out your high, Jon kissed you roughly - his cock still buried in your cunt.  

"Good girl..."

[kayfabe-is-king]

The Eddie of It All

Random wrestling thought of the day #268 (and sorry in advance for all the run on sentences and parentheses): What if when Eddie Kingston finally comes back, he’s the one to take the belt off of Moxley?

Think about it - remember how him and Jon went through their divorce era when the BCC fully formed? Well this is that situation dialed to 11, so we all know Eddie’s going to be big mad about it.

Eddie hates hates hates Claudio with the passion of a thousand burning suns. And while him and Bryan definitely aren’t besties braiding each other’s hair, there seems to be a begrudging… well I won’t go so far as to say respect but something less hate filled between the two. Which means it’s doubtful Eddie’s happy about the plastic bag incidents. Especially since he's wanted to do it for a while now but TK kept vetoing it.

Now to add salt to the wound, Moxley Crüe is running around causing bodily, potentially career ending harm to people. Eddie is currently rehabbing and there were rumors that this injury would end his own career. The rumors may be hogwash but there had to have been a moment, maybe only briefly, where Eddie was worried. How do you think he reacted to seeing Moxley serve up Chuck Taylor to Claudio like that? Knowing someone Eddie has called his brother ordered a hit (simply because he knew this would hit Orange Cassidy hard) and possibly ended another wrestler’s in-ring career? What do you think that does to the psyche of a dude that's already known for being a hothead.

So this means that: his work husband has formed a hit squad with his arch nemesis and they have vowed to run through anyone who disagrees with them. Jon has already (literally) turned his back on Eddie once for Claudio. The above clip I edited from the AEW Timelines: Eddie Kingston vs Claudio Castagnoli video (highly recommend watching the full thing) illustrates exactly how far Jon went against Eddie for the sake of the BCC (and, by extension, for Claudio). This also means that if Eddie is against what Moxley is doing, it's very likely he will be the next target.

Except for PAC (and obviously Marina), Eddie has beaten every single member of Moxley Crüe. So while he doesn't have quite the perfect record as Orange, he's clearly up to the task of fending them off. And unlike OC, Eddie has gotten through to Jon in the past. If anyone can put that man's head on straight (besides Renee, who I am sure is permanently planted at HR demanding they do something because she is SO DONE with literally everyone), it's Eddie. That belt has become a symbol in all of this. If Eddie can successfully pry it out of that briefcase Marina wields like Mjölnir, it may start a domino effect.

At this stage, let's be honest, the rest of the locker room is not equipped to handle what Moxley Crüe is laying down. They couldn't even figure out that they should probably cover more than one arena entrance last week. Meanwhile, Jon is singularly focused on his scorched earth mission. He has a battle plan and a lethal army behind him. Do you really think The Scooby Gang (that is already fighting amongst themselves... mad props to Evil Uno for reminding everyone they should be united though) can effectively fight this natural disaster masquerading as a wrestling faction?

Jon has already wrought such glorious... sorry terrible violence against everyone in his way. He has to be stopped (although I personally will always gleefully watch Moxley Crüe wreak unholy havoc on everyone) and what better person than his brother from another mother? Who also happens to love violence just as much as Moxley?

If you thought Divorce Era 1 got ugly, you might want to avert your eyes from Divorce Era 2: Electric Boogaloo.

[sheinthatfandom]

Forged By Love Bound By Soul

In a world where the first words your soulmate hears you speak appears on their arm, Wheeler Yuta waited all his life to meet his soulmate. He dreamed about what would be the first words he said to them, what their first words would be to him. No one could have ever foreseen that Yuta would meet his soulmate at the end of their life. A broken bond could usually lead to madness and Yuta has no time to worry about that risk when he has a funeral to plan and a body to carry across the world. He had assumed he would be doing it all alone but maybe William is still protecting Yuta from the other side because three of his soulmates exes just showed up.

Relationship: Wheeler Yuta/William Regal, past william regal/Jon moxley/Bryan Danielson, past William Regal/Claudio Castagnoli, Wheeler Yuta/Claudio Castagnoli/Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson

Words count: 9,657

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[edgessunflower]

Hook fic with this prompt "Even more beautiful than you were the last time I saw you" please?

Not me using friends to enemies to lovers tropes

I let fear change me and lost you

Pairing: Hook x Fem reader

Description: You come back from injury and switch from Impact to AEW where you reunite with your old friend and rival Hook

Things felt like the world was lifted off your shoulders walking into the arena meeting with Tony Khan before your debut match with AEW feeling instant acceptance. You had gotten badly injured while wrestling for Impact as things slowly became too much in the months before you injury deciding the day after that you were going to switch brands spending the next few weeks deciding where you would go to deciding to go to AEW after getting a personal message from Adam Cole on Instagram leading to a phone call with tony who agreed to have you under the brand and allowed you to choose your debut match choosing AEW Rampage later that month, a smile grows on your face when tony has you and adam officially meet becoming friends off the bat meeting a few other wrestlers before heading to your locker room to stretch and slowly get ready for your match against Julia Hart looking up when you hear a knock turning to see a man with unusual makeup on his face learning his name was Danhausen noticing the man behind making your heart sink knowing that face anywhere but not by the same name AEW knew him as "Tyler?!". Looks of realization cross both your faces as mixed emotions form "What the hell are you doing here?" soon words are thrown around before Hook as he's known as is dragged out of your locker room by hausen and Sting explaining how the two of you were friends in middle school and not too long before you left for college abroad things changed and soured between the two of you but you still loved him hoping things could be patched up but you were close to losing hope for things ever being repaired between you and hook taking out your frustrations out in your match against julia winning the match earning compliments from sting, Moxley, and even MJF who had heard about you from adam after he came back to his locker room from talking to you stopping in the doorway of your locker room when you see hook in the room "I was never mad at you" you raise a brow as he standa up "What are you talking about?" he sighs as you stand on guard after what happened earlier "Everything I said to you before you left I didn't mean it, I let fear change me and lost you because of it" you feel your heart quiver as he walks to you seeing the tears in his eyes hugging each other before sharing a frantic kiss "God I'm sorry for being so fucking stupid". The two of you hold each other after you closed and locked the door talking over what had happened realizing it was due to the stress around the time and the fear of rejection between the two of you "I love you so much hon" you felt happier than you had in a long while that first night with AEW and finally having the feelings you kept hidden for hook on the line and that he returned them "I love you hook".

[hookhausenschips]

Behind The Chaos

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Jon Moxley had long been an enigma to AEW fans. The rugged, unpredictable force in the ring, with his chaotic energy and blood-soaked intensity, often made it seem as though nothing could penetrate the hard shell he’d built around himself. But when he met Y/N, that shell began to crack in the most unexpected ways. 

Y/N wasn’t just another AEW wrestler—she was an unstoppable force of joy, with a contagious energy that seemed to light up every room she walked into. She had that rare ability to make people feel comfortable, to make them laugh even on their toughest days. It didn’t take long for her to catch Jon’s eye, but it took even less time for him to find himself drawn to her.  

At first, Jon was skeptical. He wasn’t exactly someone who gravitated toward TikTok stardom or prank videos. But when Y/N, with her infectious grin and mischievous sparkle in her eyes, asked him to join her in one of her ridiculous skits, he found himself agreeing—begrudgingly, of course.  

"Come on, Mox," she’d said, dragging him away from the locker room. "Just one video. It’ll be fun! I promise." 

Jon crossed his arms, giving her a side-eye that could have frozen lava. "I don’t do TikTok. I barely know what that even is. And no dances. I swear to God, if you try to make me do a dance challenge, we’re done." 

Y/N laughed, pulling out her phone and swiping through a list of viral pranks. "No dancing, I promise. Just... one little prank. That’s all I need. And then you can go back to your mysterious, brooding thing. Deal?" 

Jon hesitated. He could already feel himself getting roped in by her energy, despite his better judgment. "Fine. But I swear, if this goes south, I’m leaving you in the ring next time. Alone." 

"Deal," she said, her eyes practically sparkling. "You're gonna love it." 

--- 

I had no idea how this was going to go, but I knew it was going to be hilarious. Jon Moxley—the guy who could make grown men quake in their boots with just a glare—was going to help me prank some unsuspecting AEW talent. And, maybe, if I played my cards right, I’d be able to make a TikTok that’d go viral. I had the whole scenario planned out in my head. 

"Okay, here’s the deal," I told Jon as we slipped backstage to where the cameras were hidden, "I’m gonna pretend to be super mad at you, but I need you to look really, really upset. Like, you're about to go full-on angry Moxley mode. Can you do that?" 

He raised an eyebrow, his face a perfect mask of indifference. "Mad? At me? For what?" 

I shrugged dramatically, trying to keep a straight face. "Who cares? We’ll make it up as we go. Just... look mad at me. Real mad. You can’t break character, okay?" 

Jon let out a dry chuckle. "Yeah, I’ve got the ‘mad’ part down. Trust me." 

As I started the camera, I stormed up to him, face twisted in mock indignation. "Moxley! I’ve had enough of you acting like you're the only one who knows how to do this job! Seriously, do you even take me seriously? You’ve been walking around like the locker room’s your personal punching bag! What the hell is wrong with you?" 

He stood there for a moment, dead silent, his arms crossed over his chest. I could see the little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, but he wasn’t giving me the satisfaction of breaking character.  

"What the hell is this about?" he asked flatly, completely unaffected by my dramatic outburst. 

I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh. "I swear, Moxley, you’ve got to get it together. You’re impossible to work with!" 

Jon didn’t respond. He just stared at me, his expression stone-cold. 

I was barely holding it together. It was so hard to keep the prank going when his deadpan reactions were so perfect. Finally, I burst out laughing, dropping my angry persona entirely. "Gotcha! It was a joke. You should see your face right now!" 

Jon blinked, then, as if on cue, cracked the faintest smile—just enough to make the fans behind the camera lose it. 

"You’re unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head.  

"Yeah," I said with a grin, "but you love it." 

He didn’t answer. But when I checked the footage, I knew I had something gold. His expression had been perfect, like a stone wall, and when it cracked, it was only for the briefest moment. That was Jon Moxley: tough as nails, but you could never fully break him, not even with the silliest prank.  

--- 

Despite his initial reluctance, Jon found himself getting caught up in Y/N's world. The pranks, the playful banter, the ridiculous TikToks—it became a regular part of their lives. Jon didn’t talk much about it to anyone else, but when the cameras were on, and Y/N was coaxing him into another video, he couldn’t help but give in. There was something about the way she lit up whenever he played along that made it hard to resist.  

One day, Y/N had an idea for a viral dance trend—one that was way outside Jon’s comfort zone. It was a simple two-step with an exaggerated hip wiggle. She was all in, excited to get it perfect, but Jon was... less than enthusiastic.  

"Y/N," Jon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as she played the music in the background. "You do realize I’ve never danced in my life, right?" 

She tilted her head, giving him a sly smile. "You’re a natural, Mox. Just follow my lead. Trust me. We’re gonna make history." 

Jon narrowed his eyes, clearly skeptical. "I’m pretty sure history doesn’t need me looking like a damn fool." 

But when the beat dropped, and Y/N flashed him that mischievous grin, Jon found himself... moving. Reluctantly at first. Then, in spite of himself, he caught the rhythm. Y/N was right—he had that natural swagger, even if it was a little stiff at first. And the more they danced, the more he let go, until, for a fleeting moment, he wasn’t “Jon Moxley, the unbreakable wrestler.” He was just a guy in a goofy TikTok, dancing with his girlfriend.  

"See?" Y/N teased, twirling with a laugh. "Told you you had it in you." 

Jon gave her an exaggerated glare, his trademark smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You’ve got one more chance to pull this crap again, and I’m leaving you on the ring apron." 

"Uh-huh, sure," she said with a wink. "You love it." 

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, trying to suppress his own grin as she filmed the final part of the dance. "But don’t expect me to do it again." 

As the video went live, it exploded across the internet. Fans couldn’t get enough of the big, tough Jon Moxley breaking down his tough-guy persona just enough to show a different side of himself—the one that let himself have a little fun, especially with Y/N.  

--- 

The thing with Jon is, he’s not just this tough, brooding guy who will stare you down and make you nervous. He’s also the guy who will help me prank a whole locker room, let me drag him into my latest TikTok idea, and get so invested in it that, by the end of it, he’s the one laughing. Sure, he pretends to hate it sometimes—he’ll claim he’s not cut out for it, that dancing and pranking aren’t his thing—but deep down, I know he loves the moments we get to just be ourselves, goofy and ridiculous.  

I can’t help but feel like we’ve created our own little world, a place where we balance out each other’s extremes. He brings that edge, that calm in the chaos, and I bring the chaos. And together, we’re unstoppable.  

So, yeah, Jon Moxley may never admit it, but he’s my partner in crime—and that’s a role he’s going to be stuck with forever. 

--- 

Despite Jon’s usual resistance to the chaos of social media, the TikTok videos continued to roll in, gaining more and more traction each time. The fans adored it. The sight of Jon Moxley, AEW’s resident wild man, doing a goofy dance or playing along with Y/N’s ridiculous pranks, was a breath of fresh air. It wasn’t just that people found it entertaining; there was something about seeing the tough guy loosen up, his walls coming down, that made the whole thing even more endearing. 

On any given day, backstage at AEW, Y/N could be seen with her phone in hand, buzzing with excitement, trying to convince Jon to join her for the next big video. And though he grumbled and acted like he couldn’t possibly be bothered, she knew better. Deep down, she knew he was just as hooked on their little world as she was. Their relationship—unconventional, unpredictable, and full of laughter—had grown to become something they both cherished. 

--- 

Somehow, I had totally underestimated how much fun Jon and I would have together. I mean, yeah, I knew he was funny in his own way—his dry, sarcastic humor was a hit with me—but I hadn’t anticipated him actually getting into the whole TikTok thing. Like, seriously, if you told me a year ago that Jon Moxley would be filming a goofy skit with me in the AEW locker room, I would've laughed in your face. 

This morning, though, I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was actually considering one of my latest ideas—a "prank wars" challenge, where we filmed ourselves pranking one another for a full week, and the loser had to do a ridiculous dare. He’d been quiet all morning, nursing his coffee, staring at me over the top of his cup like I was about to present the worst idea in history.  

I could feel the tension before I even opened my mouth.  

“Come on, Jon,” I pleaded, leaning on the table where he was sitting. "Think about it. We could totally make it hilarious! You’d get to prank me back, which I know you’ve been dying to do." 

Jon just gave me a look—one of those “Are you serious?” looks that made me laugh even harder. "I’m not gonna prank you, Y/N. You’re the one with all the tricks. I’m just here to watch you embarrass yourself." 

I pouted, crossing my arms. “You know you want to. How about this: If I win, you have to post a solo dance video. No excuses." 

His eyes narrowed at the suggestion. "Dance video? With me?" 

"Yep!" I said, completely unfazed. "You’ll have to do a challenge, just you. No ‘helping’ you, no ‘I’m too tired,’ none of that. It’s a solo gig. I’ll even help you pick the song!" 

Jon stared at me for a moment, the skepticism on his face so apparent that I nearly cracked. "You’re gonna regret that. The second I beat you, you’re gonna have to do two dares, and they’re gonna be worse than anything you can think of." 

I grinned, already plotting my revenge. "Deal. And if you lose, I get to pick your dare. And trust me, it’ll be something epic." 

Jon let out a low sigh, like he’d been suckered into something he couldn't back out of now. "Fine. But if you prank me with something ridiculous again, you’re dead to me." 

"You say that now," I teased, tapping the top of his head as I stood up. "But we both know you secretly love it." 

--- 

The pranks escalated over the next few days, each one more outlandish than the last. Y/N had a gift for finding the little things that made Jon tick—his dislike for cold water, his intolerance for spicy food, and his general preference for not being bothered. Each time, he played along, his gruff exterior hiding the amusement in his eyes. 

The pranks became a playful battleground. On the fourth day, Jon retaliated with his own bit of sabotage. Y/N was about to film a harmless dance challenge when she realized the music was gone. In its place was an audio clip—of her own voice, mocking herself, playing on a loop. 

“Wait—what the hell?” she exclaimed, looking around the room for Jon. 

Jon’s laugh rang out from the corner, where he was pretending to be busy with a phone call. “Thought you might like my remix,” he said, his smirk wide and unapologetic. “It’s a work in progress.” 

"You—" Y/N started, but she couldn’t hold it in. The laughter bubbled up uncontrollably as she lunged for him. "I swear to God, Mox, this is war. I’m picking the next prank. And you're gonna regret it." 

Jon just shook his head, feigning exhaustion. "I’ll be sleeping with one eye open, then." 

--- 

Jon had definitely upped his game with that prank, but I wasn’t going to let it slide. No way. I had a new idea in mind, something that would blow him out of the water. The thing was, Jon was relentless when it came to these pranks. He never seemed to tire of them, which only made me want to try harder. But as we approached the final day of our challenge, something shifted. 

We were getting ready for a big AEW show, and I noticed Jon looking unusually... calm. He wasn’t as excited to pull pranks anymore, and for a second, I wondered if maybe I’d pushed him too hard.  

“Hey,” I said, sliding into the seat next to him as he laced up his boots. “You okay? You seem... off today.” 

Jon glanced at me, his expression unreadable. "I’m fine. Just... focused." 

But that didn’t sound like the Jon I knew. Usually, he was all jokes, all laughs. Something was bothering him. “Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

He shrugged, still not looking at me. "I know. Just thinking about the match tonight. That’s all." 

I frowned, leaning forward a little, my voice softening. "You know, you don’t have to hide behind that... ‘tough guy’ persona all the time. You don’t have to be all business, Jon. Not with me. We can take a break from the wrestling world, just for a minute. Let’s enjoy this. Let’s enjoy us." 

Jon’s gaze softened when he looked at me, and I could tell he appreciated my words, even if he didn’t say it out loud. "I know. I’m just... trying to keep my head in the game, you know? I can’t turn it off when I need to." 

I smiled gently, brushing my fingers against his. "You don’t have to be perfect all the time. You’re already more than enough." 

His hand tightened around mine, his eyes locking with mine. There was a sincerity there, something raw and genuine that I didn’t see too often. “You really think so?” 

I nodded. “Yeah. You’re perfect to me.” 

He let out a breath, as if he’d been holding it in for too long, and for a moment, the tough exterior cracked—just for a second, but enough for me to see that underneath it all, he was just as vulnerable as anyone else. And that, I realized, was what made him so special.  

Jon Moxley might have been a warrior in the ring, but in my world, he was just Jon. And that was enough for both of us. 

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A very chaotic end to this week's Dynamite, but in all the hubbub, my favorite moment: a returning Mad King shares a fraught faceoff with Jon Moxley. Was Mox dropping that defensive stance just as Matt Jackson charged in and attacked him?

[colossal-niamh]

Are…are there seriously people mad we’re getting another Moxley world title run? Mox? The guy who’s consistently been the best guy with the belt? One of the best wrestlers in North America today? That Jon Moxley?

Some people don’t know ball and it shows

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Wrestle Dynasty preview

Half of this card is effectively a spoiler for last night's show, so watch out for spoilers.

Also, I thought this show was going to overlap with AEW Collision, but it looks like Collision airs 8-10pm EST, and the Wrestle Dynasty pre-show starts at 10pm EST. So unless AEW does a big overrun, it's fine!

Zack Sabre Jr. vs. Ricochet - Sabre is defending the IWGP world title. On November 4, both Shota Umino and Ricochet challenged Sabre for the belt. Last night, Zack took care of Shota, and now it's Ricochet's turn. Ricochet grew up in Paducah; I'm guessing this is the first time anyone from Kentucky has ever headlined the Tokyo Dome.

Cagematch lists seven singles bouts between these two, between 2013 and 2017. Sabre leads the series with four wins, but Ricochet won their last three encounters. Of course, that was all before Sabre joined NJPW full-time, and Ricochet signed with WWE. Both men are older and wiser today, but the fundamentals of the matchup haven't changed--it's a noodly grapply guy versus a speedy flippy guy.

Over in AEW, Ricochet has been trying real hard to be a contemptible jackass, to the point that fans pelted him with toilet paper in the Hammerstein Ballroom. It's not clear if the New Japan crowd will be as hostile to him. (For example, Konosuke Takeshita would get booed in the US just for bringing Don Callis out with him, but last night nobody in Japan seemed to mind.) I'm curious if Ricochet will try to work as a heel, or if he'll just go whichever way the crowd leads him.

It would be remarkable if Sabre drops the title tonight, less than 24 hours after crushing Umino's dreams. But I just don't see it happening. Putting the IWGP world belt on an AEW guy is a cool idea, but they just did it last year with Jon Moxley, and Ricochet is no Jon Moxley. I expect Sabre to retain here, and take the world title to San Jose against Hechicero, and Osaka against (presumably) Hirooki Goto.

Gabe Kidd vs. Kenny Omega - Kidd is the STRONG men's champion, but the title isn't on the line in this match. This is Omega's first match since December 5, 2023; ten days after that, he announced he had been hospitalized for diverticulitis.

To hype his in-ring return, Kenny did a media tour in Japan a couple of months ago. In an interview he was asked about up-and-coming NJPW wrestlers and namedropped "Greg Kidd." Gabe's whole character is being a fucking psycho with a short fuse, so you can imagine how well he took that. When Omega appeared on the November 4, show, they staged a backstage fight with Kidd, and at that point you knew this match had to happen.

Omega is a big draw for New Japan, and knows how to build himself up as a "final boss" type that shouldn't lose. That being said, Kidd reacts to everything like a soccer hooligan with rabies after you cut him off in traffic, and that energy is enough to make me think he can punch above his weight against anyone. Like, Kenny is going to do his big Final Fantasy entrance and show of his finesse and Gabe is going to fucking throw a chair at his mouth.

The fun thing with Kidd is that, even when his psycho brawling seems to be overwhelming his opponent, his rage and pride work against him, and he makes mistakes that cost him the match. If he ever learns to control that, he'll be unstoppable, but we're years away from that happening. Ordinarily I'd say Omega would be able to weather the storm for a surefire victory. But if Kidd hits Omega RIGHT IN THE DIVERTICULITIS~! (and they've made it clear that will happen), then there's a logical way for Kenny to put Gabe over. As far as I'm concerned, this match is too close to call.

Yota Tsuji vs. Jack Perry - Tsuji won the IWGP global title last night, so this is his first defense. This match was made weeks ago, when Perry laid out Tsuji on November 8. I guess Perry is mad that he didn't win the New Japan Cup, and Tsuji did? Or maybe Jack sees Tsuji as the kind of smiling popular babyface that he used to try to be. It probably doesn't matter.

Perry has been absent from AEW ever since he lost the TNT championship. It is implied, but not directly stated, that he has joined his cohorts Matt and Nick Jackson in hiding, "working from home" to avoid a run-in with Jon Moxley's Death Riders. This match might give us some insight into what's next for the little guy, but I sort of doubt it.

Giving Perry the win wouldn't be a bad thing, except Tsuji literally just won the title, after two years of half-assed stop-start pushes. I need Yota to just win for a few months, dammit. Even though Jack's whole deal is spoiling everything, I choose to believe this will be like the scene in Jurassic Park where they feed the goat to the T. rex.

Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson vs. Great-O-Khan & Jeff Cobb vs. Tetsuya Naito & Hiromu Takahashi - This is a three-way tag team match for the vacant IWGP heavyweight tag team title. So each team gets a corner, and only two men can legally be in the ring. Anyone from any team can tag one of the legal men to get into the match. The first man to score a pinfall or submission on any opponent will win the match and the title for his team.

Weeks ago, the Young Bucks (Matt and Nick) declared their intention to win the tag title on this show. At the time, it wasn't even clear who they'd be challenging for the title, since World Tag League was still in progress, and everybody expected the winners of that tournament to challenge for O-Khan and HENARE for the title on January 4. Then New Japan just announced O-Khan & HENARE vs. the Bucks on this show, as if World Tag League and Wrestle Kingdom were irrelevant.

Then Henare was injured, so the champs had to pull out of the tournament and vacate the belts. Naito and Hiromu won World Tag League and decided not to challenge for the tag title at all, I guess? So we ended up with O-Khan and a mystery partner versus the Bucks. Then, less than 24 hours before this match, Khan revealed Cobb as his partner, and challenged Naito and Hiromu to join the match and make it a three-way. Okay? Why didn't they just make it a three-way last month? I don't understand.

If any AEW talent on this show is going to win a New Japan title tonight, I think the Bucks make the most sense. I like O-Khan and Cobb but there's no reason to think they're so special that they need to win this match; I'm not even sure why they're here expect to get them on the show. Naito and Hiromu would be fun as the tag champs, but if that was the plan they sure tried real hard to act like nobody came up with that plan until the last minute. So I have no idea who the favorites are in this one. Welp, when in doubt, pick the Bucks to win.

Konosuke Takeshita vs. Tomohiro Ishii - Ishii is challenging for the NEVER title and the AEW international championship. For weeks the build to this weekend has been Takeshita vs. Shingo Takagi, winner take all, on January 4, and then the winner goes on to defend against Ishii. I like Ishii a lot, but having him waiting for two top champions to fight over which one gets to fight him seems odd. Clearly the goal was for Takeshita to fight two heavy-hitting mean guys, one right after the other, but they couldn't just say that without giving away the outcome of the Takagi match. This should be fun, but there's no way Ishii is going to beat Takeshita.

Shota Umino vs. Claudio Castagnoli - Jon Moxley sent a video in to New Japan, where he explained that Claudio was coming to this show to send Shota a "message." Reading between the lines, Mox mentored Umino for years in New Japan, but now Mox is a supervillain in AEW, so it stands to reason he's pissed that Umino is a babyface that wouldn't approve of Mox's war on "complacency." The bottom line is that Castagnoli is here to beat the fuck out of Shota. Umino has been working through an ankle injury and he's 24 hours removed from a huge loss to Zack Sabre. He'll be dead meat if he doesn't pull himself together, and I'm not confident that he can.

It feels like the long-term direction is to set up Moxley vs. Umino, but if they don't want to do it here, in the Tokyo Dome, I can't believe they're going to do it any time soon. It's conceivable that Claudio will "convince" Shota to see things Mox's way and align with the Death Riders. But the safer bet is that Shota will remember his principles and valiantly defeat the bad guy for all the kids out there.

David Finlay vs. Brody King - Brody called out Finlay weeks ago, before we knew this wasn't going to be an IWGP global title match. Without the belt this feels like it's just sort of there, although I like both guys and I love the idea of them savagely beating the piss out of each other. Now that Finlay has put over Yota Tsuji, there's less of a need to protect him, so King might just be able to put him away and send him further into a downward spiral. On the other hand, if Finlay was going to lose here, I think AEW would have sent a bigger name to beat him. I think this could go either way.

Mercedes Mone vs. Mina Shirakawa - This is a double title match. Shirakawa is defending the RevPro British women's title, which was unified with the Queen of Southside title in 2023, so that's why she carries two belts for one championship. Mone is putting the STRONG women's title on the line, but the AEW TBS title is not involved. Basically, if Mercedes wins she gets all of the belts, but if Mina wins she will only get one of Mone's belts.

Mercedes has been on a roll lately with two great bouts against Kris Statlander, and an even better match against Hazuki. I figure there's no reason this match can't be on that level. Then again, being the third match on the main card works against them--I can't picture the bookers giving them 20-30 minutes to steal the show. I could see this match going either way, but my gut says it's about time for Mone to drop some of her hardware, and there may never be a better place to do it than in the Tokyo Dome.

Hiroshi Tanahashi vs. Katsuyori Shibata - This match was made last night, when Shibata did a run-in to save Tanahashi from the House of Torture. Twenty years ago, Tana, Shibata, and Shinsuke Nakamura were dubbed the "New Musketeers," and they lived up to the hype by leading New Japan into its glory years. Now Tana is kicking off his retirement tour, and Shibata wants one last match.

If people act like they thought they'd never see this match again, that's because they almost didn't. During a 2017 match, Shibata suffered a nearly fatal hematoma in his brain due to his brutal headbutts. His career looked to be over, but he returned for a pair of exhibition grappling matches in late 2021 and early 2022. In the second match, he appeared to go into business for himself and demanded a normal match, and I'm still not sure if that was just part of the show. Either way, it seemed like New Japan benched Shibata, and it felt like he had to go to AEW/ROH to resume even a part-time in-ring career.

This is the kind of match where sentiment is more important than who should go over. I could see Tana putting over the guy who's not retiring, or Shibata doing the honors so Tana can celebrate with the crowd. It really makes no difference what they do here.

Lucha gauntlet match - This is supposed to be an eight-man gauntlet, so two men will start the match and each additional man will enter at one-minute intervals. The match can end before all the participants have entered, but I'm guessing it won't. All we know about the participants is that four will be from the NJPW roster, and four will be coming in from CMLL. Dave Meltzer reported that most of the top names in CMLL are booked in Mexico, and only a handful of key guys would be available for this match. So I guess maybe Hechicero might be here, but it seems far more likely that we're getting four NJPW midcarders and four CMLL midcarders.

This match clearly exists to give us a hot opener for the main card, and to justify putting the CMLL logo on the advertising. Other than that, nothing about the match matters. I think a CMLL guy should win, but that's hard to say for sure when I don't even know who's in the match.

Dustin Rhodes & Sammy Guevara vs. SHO & Yoshinobu Kanemaru - This is scheduled as the second kickoff match. The Sons of Texas (Rhodes and Guevara) are defending the ROH tag team title. This is Sammy's first match in the Tokyo Dome; Dustin was last here in 1993, about six months before Sammy was born. Sho and Nobu are obviously in this match to put the champs over.

Athena vs. Willow Nightingale vs. Persephone vs. Momo Watanabe - This is set to be the opening match in the kickoff. This is a four-way match, and the final of the International Women's Cup tournament. Whoever scores the first pinfall or submission over any opponent will win the match. Athena's ROH women's world championship is not at stake.

The winner will earn a title shot, apparently for any women's championship available in New Japan, AEW, CMLL, Stardom, ROH, and maybe RevPro for all I know. I'd say Athena is the heavy favorite, but I don't know what she needs with a title shot. Willow would be my pick, although that's without knowing much about Watanabe or Persephone. So I expect this match to surprise me one way or another.