#muse: kenny omega

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@jadeoh ( Kenny )

📲: hey you. Hope you enjoyed the show. Maybe we can meet up and get some food or just hang out again.

📲: safe to say that I miss you.

Kenny sends both text messages and he smiled to himself as he finishes packing his bag so that he could leave the arena and head out to the next town.

[ofringbohndarchive]

he nods and he looks over at his friend and teammate. "I have no doubt you can take him out. I still owe that son of a bitch Okada.. so add more in for me." he says as he smirks. "everyone has to know that Bullet Club runs this place."

@ofringbound smashed the heart.

" . . . first, i will take out okada , and then ... ? any other piss poor sod who stands in m' way. " it's about time japan gave him a shot at the heavyweight championship.

[the-kipsabian]

okay but like. seriously

like he says, what kenny says clearly means he gets it; but while hes name dropping deadly alliance, wheres the actual support by letting them inside the ring and giving them opportunities to actually shine and show what they are made of?

all five of them are aew originals. butcher and blade have had some of the hardest hitting and bloody hardcore matches in this company. bunny and penelope are standouts in the womens division likewise with hardcore background and just in general they are unique. kip reinvents himself at almost jericho pace and keeps being fresh and just getting better and better in the ring, and his character is incredibly unique. hes also charismatic as hell and who wouldnt want their company super villain to be british, lbr

anyways. you promised me a new era. lets get it by having some respect for your original talent that one of your evps name drops as standouts, why dont we?

[jadedwrestleverse]

adding kenny omega!

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kenny omega. frenchie is going to halloween party as kenny omega.

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"I don't know if I can ever trust you again. You've shattered everything we had." - cody to kenny

those words stung. hard. the two had been through so much together that Kenny was sure that nothing could break them apart. Now? That had changed. “Cody, I don’t know what to do or say to convince you that NOTHING happened. It was just dinner. We had a few drinks but nothing happened.”

[himbos-hotline]

CM Punk trained Jay turning on him to join BCC or The Elite

I need to purge my urges [I need somebody to blame]

Word count: 3845 words Ship: Kenny Omega/Jay Orton, Jay Orton & Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson, Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson, The Elite [platonic] Characters:Jay Orton, Matt and Nick Jackson, Kenny Omega, Cm Punk, Jon Moxley. Mentions of Hangman + Adam Cole Triggers: Smoking, Punk beats down Jay, Blood. I think that's it Authors note: Did I make Punk kind of an asshole, yes. Am I sorry also Yes but I needed the story to move along so...Anyway, Jay joins the Elite because they're his family! Originally Jay is trained by William Regal in her canon...Uh, I think that's everything. OH! both the young bucks are autistic, come for me. I wasn't sure how to title it, so I mashed two lyrics together. Read on ao3

There's a lot of things that Jay isn’t meant to do. They aren't meant to be late for training, they aren’t meant to drink or smoke. She’s meant to listen when Punk talks and follow the rules that he sets out for them. No sleeping past nine in the morning, no smoking. She remembers him grabbing zem by the wrist after her first match, stared at her with dark eyes and in a cold voice stated. “Stay away from The Elite. They’re bad news.” She had creased her eyebrows and shrugged.

She had also quickly ignored his advice. It was an argument that had captured her attention, voices distant but angry down the hall and Jay glances over their shoulder before wandering up the hallway. There's the crack of broken glass and he dives back at the Bucks leaving the bar, Jay spots Nicks on the verge of tears and she gives him a small sad smile. He gives her one back before jogging to catch up with Matt and something inside Jay breaks as he watches the two of them embrace, trying to find comfort in one another.

“What happened?” They ask, holding their hands up like they're approaching two terrified wild animals. “Matt, your ankles bleeding.”

“I'm not-” Matt shifts Nick onto his side, rolling up the hem of his pants before sighing. “I am…thanks.” His voice is thin and drained of emotions. “I don't think you should be talking to us.”

Jay gives the brothers a half shrug. “What Punk doesn't know won't hurt him.” She muses, grinning when Nick gives a breathy giggle and turns to stare at Matt like they're talking. “What's happening?”

“Brother conversation.”

“Oh.”

Jay digs her hands into her jacket pockets and holds a bandaid out to Matt. “My Ma taught me to always carry at least one of them.”

For the first time since Hangman cost them the match, Matt smiles. “Thanks..”

Nick pats them on their head, soft and slow like he's stroking a cat and Jay, assuming that he’s trying to calm his shaking hands, tilts his head into his palm and raises a confused eyebrow. “Happy there Nick?”

“Mhm '' is the little sound that radiates from the younger buck, head still lulled on his brother's shoulder, trying to keep balance while Matt tries to cover the small wound on his ankle with the bandaid. It's a somewhat funny picture and Jay struggles to contain their laughter, she chokes on a giggle and explodes when Nick shifts and Matt topples over. They both blink up at him for a few moments, eyes wide and stunned and red-rimmed before Nick starts laughing and soon the small group, sitting on the floor down an empty corridor of Daily’s place, burst out laughing.

Jay thinks back on that day, rolling a cigarette between their fingers. There’s little about winter that he enjoys; the cold and the wind being the curtains that close on the first act of life. But, as the end of their cigarette glows an aggressive orange under the newly blackened sky, Jay enjoys the fact that winter brings silence. Punk doesn’t follow her outside to the alleyway behind the arena where she meets up with Adam to share chase kisses and sips of whiskey chilled by the night or onto the roof where Jay meets up with Matt and Nick to gossip and share energy drinks.

Jay blows smoke out their nose, watching how it raises up to the sky stroking at the sky. She looks up towards the stars and half expects to meet a pair of eyes, staring down at them. The darkness stares back, unmoving and unblinking. “What?” She asks as she blows out another mouthful of smoke, letting the smell wash away Punk’s voice that seemingly always echoes around the back of their head like the aftertaste of a pill that he never swallowed correctly.

He tucks a leg under his hips, letting the back of his combat boots knock against the broken wall that he’s perched himself on, his back against the wall of the arena. A small little corner that few people would know how to check. They sigh, turning her eyes to the gathering crowds. People-watching Mox calls it and it makes Jay chuckle as he shakes off the extra ash from the end of her cigarette.

There’s a door that opens and slams closed a few feet away from Jay and Mox pokes his head round like a meerkat before slapping a hand against the smaller man's shoulder. Chuckling when she jumps in his hands, “Kenny wants ya Doll.”

His voice slashing through Jay’s quiet sanctuary under the stars, makes Jay frown and huff when he drops the cigarette to the floor. “Asshole.” She jeers, nose wrinkling when Mox rolls his eyes and tugs on her wrist like a stubborn child. “I’m coming, I'm coming.” “Keep that stuff for ya boyfriends.” Mox jokes back, raising an eyebrow when Jay uses his arm as a stable base to pull themselves up and hop off the wall. Jay feels like she’s known Mox forever and a day when in fact it’s more than likely been a few years. A long time before AEW, a family friend Jay was quickly drawn to his rough and tumble style of wrestling and after spending an hour chatting in medical, the both of them coated in their own blood, the two of them became fast friends. Or, as Mox yells at people, brothers.

“How’d you get the old guy distracted?” Jay asks, reaching into Mox’s pocket and stealing a pack of chewing gum. Mox looks playfully stern, well, as playful as a guy like Jon Moxley can look before ruffling their hair.

“Danhausen.” He tells Jay with a shrug, reaching into her hoodie pocket and groaning dramatically. “What idiot only takes one cig and the lighter?” He asks, steering them into a hallway.

“Me. I don't think there’s locker rooms down here.” She states, their voice taking on a soft, dramatically terrified tone like she was a movie heroine stolen and Mox was the villian with a dastardly plan

Mox chuckles, draping a brotherly arm around his shoulder. “You're right, I’ve finally had enough of ya and I'm gonna stab ya down this empty corridor.” he jabs his side and Jay squeals out a laugh, flailing their hands trying to punch him in the sides. It's a fruitless task since Mox just scoops them up and throws him over his shoulder, laughing along with his little brother.

“Put me down asshole!” Jay’s voice lisps past the chewing gum pinned between his back teeth and laughter. Mox spins him around before plonking him ungracefully on his feet. “Thank you!” She sighs dramatically, shoving his shoulder, sighing when Mox doesn’t even mock fall. “Don’t no sell me asshole!”

“Learn to push better than, doll.” He knocks on a door and pushes it open. Jay watches for a few seconds from the threshold of the door, Mox footsteps fall quiet and then invisible, leaving Jay alone, watching Kenny pacing restlessly around the small room. She coughs, swallowing the chewing gum in her mouth as Kenny's head shoots up. He looks around the room and in seconds, he takes Jay’s face in his hands, pinching their cheeks before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

“Hi babygirl, I missed you.” He whispers, lips still brushing against Jay’s, he looks at her with soft eyes and Jay wonders if she’d ever get bored of the blue of his eyes or the stories they tell. Zey brushes his nose against Kenny’ as his feet settle back on the carpeted floor.

Her head rests against his chest, fingers linking together. His heart hammers against Jay’s ear and she sighs, letting their eyes float closed until Kenny steps back to hold his boyfriend at arm's length, tilting their head between his thumb and forefinger like he’s looking for a wound that not even Jay knows exists. “I’ve not even wrestled yet baby, the scars are all old.” Kenny grunts in reply, lips pressed together into a thin line. “I’m not lying, I know how I got these scars.”

The half-reference makes Kenny laugh and Jay grins, letting their hands settle on his hips, tracing the curve of them under his jeans. It saddens Jay that Kenny is the only one who still can't wrestle, but old injuries reawaken like evil deities at the worst times. “You look sad, so I thought I'd check if you were hurt.” He tells her softly, taking the hands resting on his waist to move closer, scooping zem into his arms. His lips find her cheeks, his lips, the curve of her chin, his neck. Leaving behind little marks, soft and pink like growing roses through snow against Jay’s skin.

With her legs tangled loosely around his hips, Jay leans her head back, relishing in the feeling of his scuff rubbing their skin soft and pink. It makes Jay feel like he's polishing him, his lips scrubbing away years of grime and Punk’s rules, revealing the real Jay hidden under a layer of grime. “Kenny baby-” Her voice comes out on a heavy exhale as Kenny sucks a mark on their shoulder, eyes fluttering opening to stare at her. “We don't have time for any of that kinda stuff, twenty minutes before the show opens.” Kenny whines, knocking his forehead into her shoulder and Jay tightens the grip on his hips, weaving their fingers into his hair.

“You suck.” He whispers playfully, leaning his head into her palm, letting Jay try to separate his light and dark curls between his fingers.

“I’m doing the exact opposite of sucking.” Jay jokes back, voice soft as she presses a kiss behind his ear. “I love you.” She whispers.

He tilts his head against hers, letting Jay shift and move as he leans against the wall. The joke lays untouched for a little while and a silence waes over the small room, comfortable and safe. “Leave Punk. Join us.” Kenny whispers, eyes downcasting to the floor before back up when Jay strokes their hands down the sides of his face and down his neck, until they are resting on his shoulder, rubbing at the scars underneath.

“Kenny baby, I cant…you know this..”

“You’d be happier!”

Jay sighs, pressing their forehead against his and pressing the tips of their noses together. He’s speaking the truth and Jay knows it. Punk makes her sad, too many rules and regulations. Jay doesn’t fit into a box and definitely not the box that Punk wants her too; but he trained him, taught him everything he knows. It feels wrong to just betray him. He’s looking at him, face crinkling. The look of understanding washing across his face. It was hard to leave behind the Bullet Club, It was harder to leave Japan and…

Kenny sighs, shaking his head. He leaves the wall, walking around the outside of the room while Jay snuggles themselves deeper and deeper into his chest. He runs his nail across his collarbone and it makes Kenny smile into the air around the two of them. “Yknow, I couldn’t join the Elite anyway-'' There's an edge to their voice and when Kenny looks down at her, there's a cheeky little grin quirking her lips upwards.

He raises one eyebrow, lifting her higher up his taller frame. “Oh yeah? Why's that?”

She tugs at the collar of his t-shirt, shifting it around against his skin. “I have better fashion sense.” Kenny gasps and Jay bursts out laughing, cheeks flushing a heavy red as joy creates wrinkles on their face.

Faking being hurt, Kenny stands over the couch and his grip loosens ever so slightly, like he's going to drop zem on the couch. Jay squarks, hands flailing to grip on his shirt like a cat digging its claws into the carpet. “I should drop you for that, your brothers and I are the epitome of good fashion!” Jay's fingers dig deeper into the fabric of his shirt and Kenny chuckles, wrapping an arm around his hips. “I won’t drop you, promise.”

Jay just sighs, tucking her nose against his collarbone before whining when her phone lights u[, casting bright lights onto the wall. It shatters their soft moment and Jay slowly unwinds herself from Kenny’s side, letting their legs brush against his before their feet hit the floor. “Kenny I-”

“Baby. you have to remember?” He reminds him, pressing a little kiss to the back of their head, behind zeir ear, any little scrap of skin that his lips can find while Jay scans through texts. They nod and Kenny represses the urge to sigh or punch the clock. “I’ll walk you as close as I can.” He promises, holding his arm out to his boyfriend. The walk towards Gorgillia is silent, only punctuated by little sounds that slip out of Jay as they walk, his eyebrows are knitted together and her nose crinkles. It’s the face that they pull when they’re so deep in thought time stops existing. Kenny bends down slightly and brushes his lips against the wrinkles in their nose.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, words breaking with a laugh. Under the dull lights backstage, Jay’s perfectly mismatched eyes sparkle like gemstones and Kenny wants nothing more than to keep his precious thing safe in his arms. The hand on his arm slips away slowly and Kenny feels like a bird watching its young flee the nest, slipping out of his grasp to tumble through the air, no real knowledge of what to do. Just instinct and a prayer. “Hey jay?”

“What Kenny? I’m gonna be late.”

“I love you.”

Jay smiles, bright enough that it makes Kenny squint slightly. He carries the smile throughout the promo and even when their shoulders are pinned to the mat, there’s still a glimmer of joy that spreads across their face. Her music bounces around the arena for what feels like seconds before the opening beats of Cult of Personality sends shockwaves through the arena, the crowd lights up.

Jay squints as Punk enters the arena,kneeling in the corner as blood drips steadily from zeir nose. The air in the arena is hot, scalding Jay’s mouth as she takes in small, heavy sucks of air, letting the rich oxygenated blood flood through her system. Punk pushes the ropes down and when he glares down at the smaller man, his brown eyes are telling them a thousand tales; all of them end in disappointment.

The first blow comes as a shock to their system. Pain stuns their lungs still and he coughs, desperate to suck in at least a little bit of air. It’s a swift kick to their stomach and it sends him toppling into the canvas, arms arms wrapping around their head. Punks grumbling something that Jay can’t pick up over the scream of the crowd and the roar of boo’s that punctuate every blow. There's tears in her eyes and blood in his mouth. It hurts to breathe and the crowd sounds so close yet so far away, like they've been submerged in water.

She raises her eyes, peaking through the gap in their arm and sighs when Punk is staring down at them, a hand reaching out for him to take. She uncurls slowly, rocking back against the ropes. Her knee hurts to stand on, pain mixing with anxiousness in their bloodstream. “What the fuck?!” He snaps, loud enough for the in-ring microphone to pick up.

Punk chuckles, low and villainous. “I was teaching you a lesson. You screwed up a kick.” He rolls his eyes again when Jay scowls, an eyebrow quirked upwards. “I saw you hanging out with Kenny.”

“So what?!” Jay snaps, throwing their hands up in exasperation. He wobbles unsteadily and grabs back onto the ropes, hobbling towards the turnbuckles. “You can’t stop who I’m friends with!”

“I told you to stay away from the Elite! They’re bad news! Look what they did to Cole!” Punk tilts his head slightly, knowing that anything Adam Cole related, rubs an already sore spot, opens and bloody. Jay roars up, pain now second in his mind. There's a fire in their eyes and Punk chuckles. “That's what I want to see, that anger! That passion.”

They stare at Punk like he’s just thrown another swift kick into her chest. Bruised hands clench and unclench at their sides, nails gripping so deep into the flesh of his palms that they leave behind little crescent moons. Anger burns in his chest. “Leave my friends out of this stupid little-” She falters, waving a hand at Punk. “egomaniac trip that you have going on. I’m done.” Glancing at the crowd, jay takes notes of the stunned faces, leaning forwards against the barricades. There’s something glowing in their eyes, passion and glory and it fuels Jay, picks open every wound that Punk had forced zem to close.

“What do you mean you're done?” Punk asks, grabbing their wrist and yanking them back to look at him. His eyes are sunken and dark, like he’s punch-drunk on Jay’s desire for wanderlust. His trainee keeps remarkably tight lipped, tongue pressing into the inside of their cheek. Punk presses the ball of his hands into their shoulders and shoves. “Why don’t you take this seriously!?”

“I do take this seriously!” Jay growls, shoving Punk back. Anger is roaring in their ears, their skin is an aggressive red and the blood that drips from his nose rubs across his face when they scrub it away with the back of their hand. “I’ve taken this seriously since I was thirteen years old! I’m not some kid for you to live vicariously through! Your career is over! Get over it!” He sneers, voice high and wire thin, tears are prickling at the corner of their eyes, burning like lava. The glare in Punk's eyes would be enough to send shivers down their spine, it would normally have them backing up like a terrified puppy.

Jay bares their teeth, balls their hands into fists. “I missed a kick huh?” He takes a small step back and with all the force Jay’s smaller frame can muster, lands a kick hard into Punk's stomach. The sound is sharp and slices through the screaming fans like a whip cracking off bare skin. Anger floods their movements, messy kicks against Punk’s fingers send small cracks and yells through the arena.

Hands wrap securely around Jay’s middle, scooping them off the mat and pinning them carefully into the corner. “No! No let me-” Someone places their hand in his hair and something inside Jay’s brain cracks like a glowstick. “Nicky?”

“It's okay Jaybird, we gotcha.” Nick’s voice is remarkably calm despite having Jay pinned in the corner, petting their hair down while the rest of the arena empties, keeping Punk penned in the opposite corner. He’s yelling something, spit flying but the pain is winning out, swirling around Jay’s ears. Everything hurts and when he goes to take a breath, Jay realizes that it shakes in their chest, rattling around like a guitar pick stuck behind the strings of their ribs.

“It's okay. Promise.” Nick keeps whispering, stroking a line down their sweaty red curls, pinning them against his forehead, “don’t cry please.” Is she crying? Jay raises a hand and wipes a thumb across her cheek. Tears shimmer back and once he registers that they’re happening, Jay can’t seem to stop them. Nick bundles them into a hug, swaying until the ring empties. There’s another pair of arms around Jay’s side now and Matt’s digging his chin into the crown of their head. He chuckles when Jay grumbles, weakly elbowing him in the stomach. It’s soft enough that it doesn't hurt but Matt makes a dramatic whine, flashing a grin when Nick rolls his eyes and releases Jay from the hug.

The crowd’s almost explosive, screaming and cheering. There's music playing overhead and Jay glances around the arena, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Her mind is foggy, filled with pain and anxiousness. She feels tired and stupid and as he limps in a circle, their neck hurting too much to look over his shoulders. He spots Kenny, leaning against the ropes like he;’s waiting to be recognised; legs crossed and arms hooked nonchalantly around the ropes, fingers tapping against his palm in time to his entrance theme.

Jay stares and Kenny makes a little sound when he finally stops looking at his feet, almost like he’s surprised to see Jay standing at the opposite end of the ring. He raises his eyebrows and flashes a crooked smile. “Did you two bring him here?” His voice is sing-songy and jokey, eyes sparkling enough to tell the Bucks and Jay to play along with whatever narrative Kenny has planned.

Matt nods obediently, hand pressing into the middle of Jay’s back like he’s trying to hold her up. He more than likely is because when Kenny steps closer and Jay tries to copy, their leg wobbles unsteadily and Nick has to reach out to grab zeir shoulder, “whoops.”

Kenny chuckles and holds a hand out to Jay. “Join us.” He mouths.

He pushes Kenny’s hand away, letting it fall to the side. Confusion floods the ring. Matt tilts his head to the side, brown eyes wide and confused while Nick looks slightly terrified, his lips pulled tight. Jay takes another step forwards, one arm pirouetting in small circles to keep himself standing upright before he tumbles into Kenny, tucking head safely under his chin.

“We’ll take that as a yes then?” He asks, voice soft and breathy.

“Yes.”

The sky is a soft blue when Jay collapses onto the couch, draping her legs over Matt’s lap. He scoffs playfully, leaning back against the couch as his eyes focus back on the TV. Nick looks up from his book and opens his mouth. “Nicholas, if you say one more bird fact, I will actually murder you in your sleep.”

Nick closes his mouth.

Kenny chuckles from his place on one of the beds, scrolling through his phone. Originally they were talking about what to have for dinner, before distractions took over. “How about sushi?”

“Fish allergy.” Nick chimes in. “How about chinese?” Everyone hums happily and Nick smiles proudly.

Jay places her hand on the back of his head. “Why don't ya tell me about birds huh Nicky?”

There’s a playfully dramatic groan from the other men in the hotel room and that’s how they stay for the rest of the night. Nick happily rambling away while they share take away containers and Jay sighs softly.

There's not a lot of things that Jay is meant to do. But as she crawls into bed, head pressed against Kenny’s side, his phone propped up on the bedside table so both Adam’s can look down at them through heavy set tired eyes, She knows that being part of the Elite is one of them.

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Tatum Paxley - #𝒑𝒂𝒙𝒐𝒖𝒕*

Tiffany Stratton -#𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒔

Trish Stratus- #𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌&𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍**

Wendy Choo - #𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘!

Wes Lee - #𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒌𝒌𝒊𝒅

AEW:

Anna Jay - #𝒊𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒕

Hikaru Shida- #𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆

Jade Cargill - #𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚**

Julia Hart -#𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉

Kenny Omega- #𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒓

Kris Statlander- #𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

Matt Jackson - #𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

MJF - #𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚

Scorpio Sky - #𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒌𝒐𝒃𝒆**

Stokely Hathaway** - #𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒌𝒆!

Sonny Kiss -#𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆**

Penelope Ford - #𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒓��**

Willow Nightingale - #𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚

IMPACT:

Trinity - #𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘

OTHER:

ELP -#𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏**

Original Characters:

Dionna Floyd - #𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚&𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔

Dreya Floyd - #𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍

Sierra Davis - #𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 **

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MUSES.

Kenny Omega: boutmachiiine

Adam Cole: droptheboom

Jon Moxley: moxviiolence

Hangman Adam Page: cowboyshiiit

CM Punk: betterthanyou

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Syb Books Forbidden Door

Hi welcome to my completely unrealistic (as in, some of these wrestlers already have confirmed matches) fantasy booking for Forbidden Door. I simply felt like doing this :) Looking forward to the real card, hope you enjoy my silly little musings!

PRE-SHOW:

Utami Hayashita & Hiroshi Tanahashi vs. Jamie Hayter & Eddie Kingston

Actual intergender none of that mixed tag shit. I'm gonna be real here this is just four wrestlers I think are neat. I also think Eddie deserves a Tana match to add to his accolades. Utami and Tanahashi to win, just a good sportsmanlike time. 

CHAOS (Chuck Taylor,Trent?, Rocky Romero, Lio Rush, YOH) vs. The Elite (Golden Lovers/Young Bucks/Hangman)

Listen man. I know people are hyped for Omega vs Ospreay big singles 2 but idk I don't really want a rematch and I'd love to let the Elite get a chance to rest and do zany shit. Booking a GL kiss spot in ring. Lio Rush and YOH are there because boyfriends vs. husbands match. Elite win, lots of goofy hijinks. Okada can show up at the end for tension and then shake hands with Kenny :)

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MAIN SHOW:

MJF vs. Toro Yano (anything goes rules)

This would never in a million years happen because joyless hacks don't think a biggest boy belt can also be a comedy match. However. MJF is excellent at Wile E. Coyote comedy and I'd love to see him go up against the resident trickster. He can even coward heel it up about not wanting to do a strong style match, it'd work for him! I'd book him to win but barely, this way he can gloat to Mox later that he did what Mox could not. 

TMDK (Zack Sabre Jr., Kosei Fujita, Robbie Eagles, Lee Moriarty) vs. Blackpool Combat Club (Bryan Danielson, Wheeler Yuta, Claudio Castiglioni, Shota Umino) 

We all wanna see DBry vs ZSJ in the ring and this could lead to a big singles afterwards. Yeah I fantasy booked Moriarty in TMDK he's good and deserves more shine. Because this is an AEW show and they're cheating bastards (affectionate) BCC should take this one. But lots of grapple fucking before that please :) 

Kris Statlander vs. AZM 

I think we should do HER BIG against HER FAST I think that would be a really fun matchup. Would be great to see how Kris works with a speed wrestler :") Kris win but barely. This would probably be an all timer on the card. 

Katsuyori Shibata & Ren Narita vs. KENTA & Clark Connors 

Playing to the NJPW fans in the audience but this would have eons of juicy drama behind it. Kenta came back from a grueller of a bad American tour in 2019 to Japan and debuted in NJPW with a then-just-recovered from injury Shibata as his manager. Kenta then betrayed Shibata for Bullet Club. Narita and Connors would have trained together in the LA Dojo– most of the gaijin LA Dojo trainees have gone to Bullet Club by now. The story of Kenta and Shibata grudge match against the backdrop of the golden protegé and the fallen protegé squaring off writes itself. Booking Shibata and Ren to win after a tough fight – lbr, Bullet Club deserves to be put down a little for stealing ALL those good boys. 

David Finlay vs Jay White "who is the REAL bullet club" match 

Ex-Bullet club leader and all around pathetic wet rat Jay White was ousted by his longtime rival Finlay when he left NJPW. Did you know these guys are 12 (Jay) - 2 (Finlay) in singles? Holy shit the drama there. I'd book Finlay to win because Jay is sooooo fun when he's pathetic. 

The Outcasts (Toni Storm and Ruby Soho) vs. God's Eye (Syuri and Konami) vs. Donna Del Mondo (Giulia & Maika) 

I feel like AEW audiences need to see how fuckin sick women's wrestling can be, and we do need at least two Joshi teams to make that happen. I don't follow Stardom in detail but Syuri being an ex-member of Donna Del Mondo might lead to some fun drama. Either of the Stardom teams gotta take this one, I am kinda crushing on Giulia so it can be her (just to stick it to the Outcasts twice, I suppose ;) )

Orange Cassidy vs. El Desperado

Despy is good. So good he deserves to be the one who takes the belt on a Japanese tour. American audiences can enjoy his extremely good splits and he and Orange would be excellent opponents. Despy to win, I really hope they do have a cool Japanese wrestler take the belt on a little tour :)

FTR vs. Los Ingobernables de Japon (Tetsuya Naito and Shingo Takagi)

I'm gonna be real with you, this is an obligatory tag match because NJPW doesn't pay nearly enough attention to their tag matches. At least Shingo and Naito will be fun. FTR win obviously, why would they lose against two singles guys?

Jon Moxley vs. Kazuchika Okada 

No shade to Bryan who is a good booking too but I wanna see Okada bleed because I'm a funky little pervert 😌 doesn't matter who wins as long as crimson mask Okada 🥰

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