#professional darts championship

[jingerbunny]

It's the moooooooost wonderful tiiiiiiiiiime of the yeeeeeeeeeeear! Feliz Navidarts, everyone.

[britishsportinglegends]

Richie Burnett (in the black, red, & white) & Peter Wright (in the blue & black).

[caitified]

secret

sabrina ionescu x reader

warnings:none

for the person who requested sabrina in a hidden relationship! hope it’s okay that they’re teammates.

the season had started with a promise, the new york liberty ready to make a mark in the wnba. sabrina ionescu, the team’s shining star, had quickly become a leader both on and off the court. but behind the scenes, there was another story unfolding—one that neither she nor you had anticipated.

from the moment you joined the liberty, you felt an undeniable connection with sabrina. it was the little things—the way she would catch your eye during practice, the subtle touches when you passed each other, and the shared laughter that echoed through the gym. you tried to keep it professional, knowing how intense the scrutiny of fans and media could be, but your chemistry was electric, making it nearly impossible to ignore.

“we should probably keep this on the down-low,” sabrina said one evening after a particularly long practice, the two of you sitting on the floor of the empty gym, legs stretched out in front of you. her hair was damp from sweat, and there was a softness in her eyes that made your heart race.

“i agree,” you replied, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling inside you. “it’s just… hard, you know? pretending like nothing’s going on when it feels like everything is.”

sabrina smiled, reaching over to squeeze your hand gently. “i know. but we’ve got a season to focus on. the championship is our goal.”

as the weeks passed, you both navigated the ups and downs of the season, all while keeping your relationship a secret. you were always careful to maintain your distance during team events and practices, but the fleeting moments when you were alone felt like stolen treasures.

the liberty’s games became your sanctuary, the energy of the crowd and the adrenaline of competition a welcome distraction. still, you couldn’t help but notice the way fans began to piece things together. whispers of a connection between you and sabrina floated through social media, the occasional tweet or post speculating about your friendship. you both brushed it off, convincing yourselves that it was just fan speculation.

“it’s just a coincidence,” sabrina said during a team dinner, her eyes darting around the table to make sure no one was listening. “people are just looking for drama.”

“yeah, drama that we’re feeding them by sneaking kisses in the locker room,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. sabrina chuckled but her smile faded as she looked around, still wary of being caught.

as the season progressed, you both put your all into every game, the chemistry on the court translating into victories that fueled your determination. but with every win, the scrutiny intensified. fans were quick to capture your interactions, posting clips of sabrina’s lingering glances or the way you leaned in to whisper something during huddles.

“i think they’re onto us,” you admitted one night, sprawled across your bed while sabrina sat next to you, scrolling through social media. “look at this thread.” you pointed to your phone screen, where fans were dissecting every little thing.

sabrina sighed, her brows furrowing. “we’ll figure it out. right now, we just need to stay focused.”

but as the championship game approached, the tension was palpable. both of you could feel it in the air, a mix of excitement and anxiety. the liberty had made it to the finals, and everything was on the line. in the locker room before the game, sabrina caught your eye, her expression serious.

“no matter what happens tonight, just know that i’m so grateful for you,” she said, her voice low but full of emotion.

“me too, sab,” you replied, a smile spreading across your face. “we’ve come this far together.”

the game was intense, each possession filled with adrenaline. the crowd roared, the atmosphere electric as the liberty fought for the title. as the final seconds ticked down, the arena erupted into cheers, and you jumped up, pure elation coursing through you.

after the final buzzer, sabrina was mobbed by her teammates, but all you could think about was her. as she broke free from the celebration, she scanned the crowd until her eyes found yours. in that moment, everything else faded away. sabrina rushed over, her face glowing with joy.

“we did it!” she shouted, pulling you into a tight embrace. you could feel the warmth radiating from her, and for the first time all season, you didn’t care about the whispers. you leaned in and pressed your lips against hers, the kiss filled with all the passion and secrecy you had held back for so long.

the world around you blurred into a haze of cheers and confetti, but in that moment, it was just you and her. when you finally pulled away, the realization of what you had just done sank in. the fans around you had witnessed everything, their phones capturing the moment that would ignite the rumors into a full blaze.

“well, there goes our secret,” you said with a nervous laugh, your heart racing as you glanced around at the wide-eyed fans.

sabrina’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “let them talk,” she said confidently.

the celebration continued, and as the team gathered for photos, you and sabrina stood close together, her arm draped protectively around your shoulders. you felt free, ready to face the prying eyes of the world, with the person you loved most.

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[simslegacy5083]

Today's (10/15/2024) Episode: Grinding to Victory

Fortunately, the start of school year was easy on Skye, as despite his parent’s high expectations neither of them could spare him much attention. 

Noemi was kept busy pushing her team to finalize Watcher Tales in time for the New Years release, and Luigi was even busier.

Not only did he have his “day job” as an e-sports celebrity to worry about, but he was also working harder than anyone else to get his game to market.

Had Noemi known how much time her husband was spending on the computer in pursuit of his current professional goals she would have surely intervened, so he took great pains to make certain she didn't find out.

He encouraged his shy bride to manage their team (many of whom did not work out of headquarters) remotely by voice chat and email while he commuted to Rainy Days' corporate offices each day. Without her looking over his shoulder he could easily gloss over how many breaks he was taking.

Although Luigi knew resting his hand was important, getting his game to market on schedule was his top priority and everything moved along much more quickly with his uninterrupted, active involvement in the build. If a little more discomfort than usual was the price for that, it was a price he was willing to pay.

With the Del Sol E-Sports championship game right around the corner Luigi was pushing himself just as hard gaming as he was programming, hopping a teleport most evenings straight from downtown to the E-Sports complex in Newcrest for skirmish practice and games. 

He was more skilled than most of his teammates by now in the finer points of Sim Scuffle strategy but felt woefully rusty when it came to putting that knowledge to practical use on the playing field after being forced to take so much time off following the lightning strike incident. 

Placing at the upcoming tournament would finally earn him the title of Championship Gamer and catapult him to the top of the E-Sports career, and Luigi wanted that final promotion desperately. If he went down in history as a bonafide champion, it would quash the recent nasty rumors that he no longer had what it took to "hack it" at a professional level. He had to prove the naysayers wrong, no matter the cost.

The night of the tournament Luigi settled down at his PC and tried to ignore the burning ache that was his constant companion as of late "I just have to get through tonight" he told himself "Watcher Tales is in the final testing phase, at last, and if I place here, I'll earn my promotion. I can do this!" 

A few hours later the announcer finally called out “… and that's it, folks! It’s my pleasure to announce your new E-Sports Championship Gamers… Beau Romano, Frank Harris, and Luigi Lawbourne!" He'd achieved the pinnacle of his professional career that night, but the smile on Luigi's face was closer to a grimace as he gripped his swollen mousing hand tightly under the table, clenching his teeth against the pain.

"Well, your highness, we did it!" Beau said, coming up behind his friend and slapping him on the back as they made their way to the podium to collect their award. "Of course, I still kicked your butt, but what's new?" 

His jovial expression fell away when he saw the look on Luigi's face "Whoa, what's wrong? Is it your hand again?“ At Luigi’s reluctant nod, his concern deepened. "Did you tell doc so he can give you the once over?"

"No time.” Luigi shrugged “I’ll catch up with him tomorrow if I miss him tonight. It's not like he'll have anything new to tell me."

Rather than replying Beau darted away, much to the confusion of the sims waiting to hand the players their trophies.

Reappearing a minute later he whispered "They couldn't start the ceremony without the evenings #1 gamer, am I right? Doc is waiting for you over by the med station."

Luigi nodded, silently mouthing "thank you“ to his friend before queuing up behind him to collect his 3rd place prize.

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[rootedinrevisions]

Man Enough: Part 1

SUMMARY: As the crowd cheers, you're focused on capturing the perfect shot of Drew's victory at NXT Takeover Brooklyn III, but the energy shifts when Adam Cole makes his shocking debut, attacking Drew from behind. You’ve seen Adam’s work before, but seeing him in person, up close, stirs something new in you. His confidence, his presence—it’s magnetic. As he stands over Drew, holding the championship belt, he catches your eye, and for a brief moment, your breath hitches. Later, backstage, Adam approaches you, his charm as undeniable as his performance. His teasing banter leaves you flustered, though you try to brush it off. But as he walks away, you realize that this won’t be the last time he’ll leave you feeling this way.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm trying to slowly get back into writing some fanfiction for professional wrestlers. I wrote this one about a month ago but never posted it because I wasn't sure it was good. But after doing some editing and revising I think I'm ready to post it!

WARNINGS: Fluff (It's mostly just flirting), Maybe some explicit language?

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

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The Barclays Center was electric, the crowd’s cheers vibrating through the floor beneath your feet as Drew McIntyre stood tall in the ring, victorious, the NXT Championship gleaming in his hands. You stood ringside, your back to the hard camera, capturing the moment of triumph. Drew was overcome with emotion, taking a knee, and staring down at the title as if he couldn’t believe it was his.

Your camera lens was focused on him, framing the perfect shot of the new champion. The angle was flawless, the crowd roar was a powerful soundtrack behind the image you were creating. You were lost in the moment, in the artistry of it all, until you heard a wave of sound–a shift in the crowd’s energy. The cheers became sharper, more frantic.

To your right, the audience’s attention veered toward one of the exits. Faces lit up with excitement, heads turning away from Drew. Something was happening. You quickly adjusted your stance, eyes darting left. That’s when you saw them. Bobby Fish and Kyle O’Reilly, standing menacingly at the far-left corner of the ring, their focus locked on Drew.

Your pulse quickened. There hadn’t been any word about a post-match interference, no mention of an attack. Yet here they were, staring Drew down like wolves ready to strike. Instinctively, you lifted your camera again, ready to capture whatever unfolded next.

Drew, still breathless but unfettered, rose to his feet and squared off with the intruders. But before he could react, a blur appeared behind him. You barely caught the movement–a figure rushing into the ring, fast and deliberate. He shoved Drew from behind, sending him crashing into the corner.

The crowd erupted, and your heart skipped a beat. Boots. Jeans. A dark suit jacket. The man’s back was to you, but the attack was vicious, relentless.

And then he turned–just enough for you to see his face.

Adam Cole. 

Your breath hitched.

He mounted Drew, fists raining down on the new champion’s head, each punch more savage than the last. The arena buzzed with shock, with adrenaline. But all you could focus on was him. The way he moved with such confidence, such precision. You’d seen him work the indie circuit, sure. You knew he was good. But this? Seeing him in person, up close, with that dangerous smirk curving his lips–it was something else entirely.

You watched as Adam stood, shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it aside like it was nothing. Bobby Fish and Kyle O’Reilly joined the assault, dragging Drew to his feet. And Adam, as composed as ever, calmly pulled the tie from his hair, letting the long strands fall loose around his face. He was in full control, not just of the situation, but of the crowd, of the ring–of you.

You could feel your pulse in your ears as you raised your camera again, fingers shaking ever so slightly as you tried to steady the lens.

With one swift motion, Adam delivered a brutal superkick to Drew, sending the champion crashing back to the mat. The crowd roared, but everything around you felt muted as if it was all happening in slow motion. Your camera lens zoomed in, capturing the moment Adam squatted over Drew’s beaten body. He picked up the championship belt, holding it with the ease of someone who already knew it would be his.

He smirked. And you clicked the shutter, capturing the moment.

Your eyes stayed locked on him, on the way his lips curled in satisfaction, the way his presence commanded attention. You’d never been so close to him before–had only seen in in passing or from a distance. But here he was, just feet away from you, his confidence and charisma wrapping around you like a spell. And you weren’t sure how long you could resist it.

As the cameras cut and the crowd’s cheers began to subside, Adam turned toward the ropes. Kyle and Bobby followed suit, but before Adam slid out of the ring, he glanced over his shoulder. Your heart stopped as his eyes landed directly on you. It wasn’t just a fleeting glance–it lingered. His gaze traveled down to the camera in your hands, then back up to your face.

And then came that smirk again.

It was quick, if you hadn’t been looking you would hae missed it, but you saw it–the same smirk you had captured moments ago, now aimed at you. You felt your heart flutter in your chest, your breath catching again. It wasn’t just the adrenaline of the match or the chaos of the moment–it was him.

Without a word, Adam slid out of the ring, his boots hitting the ground with a thud as he walked past you. For a moment, your eyes met, and time seemed to slow. There was something unreadable in his gaze, something that sent a thrill down your spine. But just as quickly as it began, he was walking past, making his way up the ramp, Bobby and Kyle in tow.

You swallowed hard, your hands gripping the camera tighter. What the hell just happened?

Later that night, after the show had wrapped, you found yourself in the catering area, grabbing a bottle of water and trying to calm the nervous energy that still lingered from the night’s events. You had been careful not to cross paths with Adam after his match, knowing full well that his ego didn’t need any more inflation from your attention. But, of course, things never went as planned.

You were leaning against one of the tables, scrolling through your phone, when you heard footsteps approaching. Glancing up, you saw him. Adam Cole, fresh from his debut, still exuding that post-show adrenaline, was walking straight toward you.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice smooth, casual, like he hadn’t just made the entire arena go wild an hour ago. “Enjoy the show?”

You raised an eyebrow, determined not to be swayed by his charm. “It was fine,” you replied, nonchalantly, taking a sip of your water. You refused to give him the reaction he was fishing for.

Adam chuckled, leaning a little too close, clearly not buying your attempt at disinterest. “Just fine? Come on, I know you were watching me. I saw you.” His voice was teasing, but there was something more behind it–like he was testing you, pushing buttons to see how you’d react.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, trying to ignore the way his presence seemed to fill the room. “I watch everyone,” you shot back. “It’s part of my job.”

“Is that right?” he said, his smirk, growing. “Well I guess I’m just another face in the crowd then, huh?”

You shrugged, though you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “I guess we’ll see if you stand out.”

For a second, something flickered in his eyes–a spark of challenge. He stepped a little closer, enough that you could catch the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the sweat from his match. 

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, voice low enough that only you could hear. “I always stand out, sweetheart.”

As Adam walked away, leaving you slightly flustered and very aware of the tension between you, you couldn’t help but replay the brief interaction in your head. The way his voice dropped, the confidence in his eyes–it was hard not to be affected. But you weren’t going to let yourself fall for it. 

You had worked with guys like him before. Smooth talkers, all charm and no substance. You weren’t going to be another one of Adam Cole’s conquests.

Still, as you watched him disappear around the corner, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the last time you’d cross paths. And the thought of it both excited and terrified you.

* * * * *

A few weeks passed and you found yourself at Full Sail University on another Wednesday night. The hum of the NXT crowd echoed through the arena as you knelt at ringside, adjusting your camera lens for the next match. By now, you were used to the rhythm of show nights–capturing the high-energy moments in the ring and the candid interactions backstage. Your job was to stay in the background, unnoticed, but ever since Adam Cole’s debut, that had become increasingly difficult.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t tried to keep things professional. But Adam had a way of finding you every time you were at work. Whether it was a casual glance across the ring during his entrance or a sly smile as you snapped a shot of him backstage, he made it clear that you were on his radar. 

And the worst part? You liked it.

You were adjusting your position to get the best angle when Adam’s entrance music hit. The crowd erupted in cheers, and you instinctively raised your camera, ready to capture the moment. Adam stepped through the curtain, all confidence and charisma, his eyes scanning the crowd before they landed, predictably, on you.

There it was again–his smirk. That cocky, self-assured grin that made your pulse race no matter how much you tried to ignore it. You could feel your heart thudding in your chest as you focused the lens, trying to act like he wasn’t affecting you. But as the shutter clicked, Adam’s gaze never left yours.

He paused for just a second before strutting down the ramp, but the message was clear. This wasn’t just for the fans. It was for you.

Later, after the match, you were reviewing your photos backstage, scrolling through images of the night’s events. You had settled into a quiet corner, away from the hustle of production, when you sensed someone approaching. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“You got my good side, right?” Adam’s voice was smooth as ever, but there was a playful edge to it that had become more frequent in recent weeks.

You glanced up, unable to stop the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I try to make everyone look good,” you replied, keeping your tone professional, though your heart was racing.

Adam raised an eyebrow and took a step closer, standing just a bit too close for comfort–not that you minded. “Yeah, but I’m not everyone.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to play off the heat you could feel rising in your cheeks. “Humble as always.”

He chuckled, the sound low and easy. “I just call it like I see it.”

You focused on your camera screen, pretending to review another photo, but you could feel his eyes on you, studying your reaction. This had become a regular occurrence–the teasing, the banter. It was like he was testing how far he could push before you’d break. And the trust was, you were starting to enjoy it more than you cared to admit.

“So,” Adam began, leaning against the wall beside you, “how many photos do you have of me on that camera?”

Your fingers froze over the buttons, and you glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t count.”

“Really?” His smirk deepened. “Because I’m pretty sure you’ve got more of me than anyone else.”

You felt a flush of embarrassment rise, but you covered it quickly, shooting him a pointed look. “That’s called doing my job. You’re just in a lot of my assigned shoots and matches lately.”

“Uh-huh.” He didn’t look convinced. “Or maybe you’re just really into my matches.”

His words hung in the air between you, heavy with implication. You wanted to brush it off, tell him he was full of himself, but you couldn’t quite find the words. The truth was, he wasn’t wrong. You were into his matches. You were into a lot of things about Adam Cole, more than you cared to admit.

Before you could respond, Adam leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Don’t worry. I don’t mind being your favorite.”

* * * * *

The next few weeks passed in a blur of shows, travel, and photography assignments. But through it all, Adam’s presence lingered. It was like a game now–stolen glances during matches, casual run-ins backstage, moments where his hand would brush against yours as passed him in a crowded hallway. Every time, the tension between you built just a little more.

You tried to keep things professional, but Adam was relentless. His flirtations became more pointed, his comments more suggestive. Yet, there was never anything overt. He was careful, keeping it just subtle enough that you could brush it off–if you wanted to. But the truth was, you didn’t want to.

After one particularly intense show, you were backstage, capturing candid shots of the talent. Adam had just come out of a grueling match, sweat dripping from his hair, his chest heaving with exertion. You snapped a few photos, focusing on the raw intensity in his expression. When you lowered your camera, you realized he was looking directly at you.

He caught your eye and winked, making your pulse quicken.

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool as you reviewed the shot. “What?” you asked, not looking up.

Adam’s grin was lazy, a little tired from the match but no less confident. “Just wondering how long you’re gonna pretend you don’t notice me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible to ignore,” he corrected smoothly. Then, with a casual shrug, he added, “But you’ll give in eventually.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but no words came. There was something in the way he said it–calm, certain like he already knew the outcome. And maybe he did. Because as much as you tried to deny it, the truth was, he was right.

* * * * *

The following week it happened again. Another run in with Adam cole himself. It was after the show. The backstage area was quieter now, the hustle of the show winding down as people filtered out. You were tucked away in a corner, the dim lighting and the hum of electronics around you lulling you into a state of unexpected calm. The energy of the night had worn you down, and before you even realized it, exhaustion took over. Your head tilted slightly against the back of the chair, camera still in hand, as your eyes fluttered shut. The faint sounds of footsteps and distant voices faded into the background.

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep, not here, not like this. But after hours of shooting, your body had other plans.

Adam had just finished a conversation with some of the crew when his eyes landed on you, slumped in the chair, camera still loosely gripped in your hand. His footsteps slowed as he approached, the edge of his usual cocky smirk softening as he took in the sight of you. Something about the way you looked—so peaceful, so unaware—made his usual swagger take a backseat.

He came to a stop beside you, glancing at the camera still held loosely in your fingers. A part of him wanted to laugh at how dedicated you were, even in sleep. But instead, he knelt down beside the chair, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face.

“Hey,” he murmured softly, his voice low and quiet, not wanting to startle you. “Wake up.”

At first, you didn’t stir, lost in a world far from the chaotic environment of the backstage area. Adam’s thumb lightly grazed your wrist, his touch warm and unexpectedly gentle. You slowly blinked awake, your lashes fluttering as the blur of sleep faded, replaced by the sight of Adam crouching beside you.

His eyes met yours as a small smile tugged at his lips. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your beauty sleep, but I didn’t want you to wake up and find everyone gone.”

Your heart stuttered, still disoriented from the sudden wake-up call and the fact that it was Adam Cole in front of you, his touch on your skin sending a jolt of awareness through your tired body. You blinked again, trying to gather your thoughts, as the exhaustion slowly gave way to a rush of adrenaline.

“I wasn’t… sleeping,” you mumbled, sitting up straighter, your hand instinctively tightening around your camera. Adam chuckled softly, his thumb still lightly brushing the inside of your wrist, a deliberate touch that made your pulse quicken.

“Sure you weren’t,” he teased, his voice soft, but laced with amusement. He stood up then, moving just close enough that you could smell the faint hint of his cologne. “Long day?”

You nodded, still a little dazed, trying to hide how much his presence was affecting you. “Yeah, something like that. Didn’t realize I was that tired.”

Adam leaned back against the table, his gaze never leaving yours, and the usual edge in his eyes was softer now, almost curious. “Should I be offended you fell asleep watching my match,” he said, his lips curving into a teasing smile.

You rolled your eyes, finally shaking off the grogginess. “Oh, please. That wasn’t because of you.”

“Mm-hmm.” Adam didn’t seem convinced, his tone playful, but there was something more in his gaze—something that made the air feel heavier between you.

As the silence settled, you became acutely aware of how close he still was. The lingering warmth of his touch on your wrist felt like a brand, a reminder of the small but significant distance between you. The cocky, swaggering Adam you’d seen in the ring was still there, but it was tempered by something else—something softer, more genuine.

His eyes flickered to the camera still clutched in your hand, and he cocked his head slightly. “How did those photos from earlier tonight turn out? I look okay in them?” The question was casual, but his smirk had returned, though this time it was more playful than arrogant.

You smiled, holding the camera up. “You’ll have to wait and see.” Your voice came out steadier than you expected, despite the way his presence was setting your nerves alight.

Adam shifted closer again, leaning in just enough that you could feel the warmth of his body. “You sure about that?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as his hand lightly trailed along your arm before resting on the back of the chair. He was close now—close enough that you could smell the mix of sweat and cologne lingering from his match, the tension between you thickening with every second.

Your breath hitched as you looked up at him, unsure of how to respond. The teasing glint in his eyes hadn’t faded, but it was accompanied by something else—an intensity that made your stomach flutter. He was waiting for something, pushing you, testing the waters. You could feel the weight of the unspoken challenge between you, the lingering question of how far either of you were willing to take this.

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?”

Adam’s smirk softened, his thumb lightly tracing a pattern on your wrist. “What do you think?” His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. His eyes searched yours for a moment, and for the first time since you’d met him, there was a flicker of uncertainty there—just a brief moment where the confident Adam Cole wavered, as if he was waiting for you to set the tone, to give him permission to keep going.

And then, before you could respond, he gently lifted your wrist, his eyes on yours the entire time, and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist. It was a simple gesture, yet it sent a shiver down your spine, making your pulse race.

The room felt smaller, the space between you both shrinking. You weren’t sure when the playful banter had turned into this, but now that you were here—standing on the edge of something unspoken—you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

Adam’s gaze softened as he lowered your hand but didn’t let go. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said, his voice quieter now, more sincere. There was something different in his tone—something careful, almost protective, as if he was testing the waters, just like you were. “If you want me to stop flirting, just tell me.”

You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice. But before you could answer, the truth hit you.

You didn’t want him to stop.

* * * * *

The next few weeks passed with the usual buzz of NXT shows, but the energy between you and Adam Cole had shifted. Where there was once harmless banter, now there were stolen moments, lingering touches, and subtle teases that made it harder to pretend you weren’t affected by him.

Tonight, as you moved around backstage capturing shots of the wrestlers preparing for their matches, you felt that familiar awareness settle over you—the one that came when you knew Adam was nearby. And, sure enough, as you rounded the corner, you found him leaning against a crate, talking with a few of the other guys.

You tried to pass unnoticed, focusing on adjusting the settings on your camera, but Adam’s voice called out to you before you could slip by.

“Hey, photographer.”

Your heart skipped, but you kept your cool, glancing up briefly with a small smile. “Hey, wrestler.”

The group chuckled at your response, but Adam’s gaze stayed locked on yours, his grin widening just a fraction. “You get my good side last week?”

“Do you even have a good side?” you shot back, unable to resist the playful jab.

Adam’s laugh was deep and genuine, and as the other guys continued their conversation, he broke away from the group and closed the distance between you. He was just close enough now that you could smell the faint hint of cologne mixed with the adrenaline of a match well-fought.

“You know, you’re getting bolder with the comebacks,” he mused, his voice just low enough for only you to hear. “I like it.”

Your pulse quickened, but you forced yourself to focus on adjusting your camera strap, pretending to be nonchalant. “You’ve got to keep up around here.”

“Oh, I’m keeping up,” Adam replied, the teasing lilt in his voice unmistakable. “Question is, can you keep up with me?”

You looked up at him then, meeting his gaze, and for the briefest moment, it was just the two of you in your own little world. There was a challenge in his eyes, one that made your stomach flip in ways you hadn’t expected.

Before you could respond, someone called Adam’s name from down the hallway, breaking the spell. He gave you a wink, as if to say the conversation wasn’t over, and turned to rejoin the group.

* * * * *

The following week, things escalated even further. You had been assigned to shoot a promo segment for Adam and his stable, Undisputed Era. It was nothing new; you’d been photographing wrestlers for months. But this time, the atmosphere was different.

As you moved around the set, capturing shots of the guys joking around and preparing for their segment, you could feel Adam’s eyes on you, tracking your every move. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched, waiting for the right moment to strike.

And then, as you adjusted the angle for a shot, Adam caught your wrist lightly, stopping you in your tracks.

“You gonna make me look good again?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with meaning.

Your breath hitched as you turned to face him. His hand lingered on your wrist, the touch light but unmistakably intimate. You tried to play it off with a smile. “That’s my job, right?”

“Yeah, but I think you’ve got a special talent when it comes to me,” he replied, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin.

The contact sent a jolt of electricity up your arm, and for a second, you couldn’t find your voice. You wanted to pull away, to keep things professional, but something in the way Adam looked at you made it impossible. His gaze was steady, confident, as if he knew exactly how he was affecting you.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to focus. “You’re really pushing your luck.”

Adam’s grin widened, a flash of mischief in his blue eyes. “Maybe. But I think you like it.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came. Because the truth was, you did like it. You liked the way he pushed, the way he flirted, the way he made you feel seen. And as much as you wanted to keep pretending this was just harmless banter, you knew that things were shifting, blurring, becoming something more.

* * * * *

It was another packed NXT show, and as usual, you were positioned ringside, camera in hand, ready to capture the action. The Undisputed Era’s music blared through the arena, and the crowd erupted as Adam and his stable made their way to the ring.

As you focused your lens on Adam’s confident strut, you tried to push the thoughts of your last backstage run-in out of your mind. His touch, his teasing words, the way he watched you—it was becoming harder to separate work from whatever game he was playing. But tonight, you told yourself, you’d keep things strictly professional. No stolen glances, no lingering thoughts. Just focus on the job.

But Adam had other plans.

As he approached the ring, he caught sight of you standing by the barricade, camera raised, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. He didn’t break stride, but just before he stepped onto the apron, he turned his head ever so slightly toward you and winked. The motion was so quick, so subtle, that it almost felt like it hadn’t happened at all.

But you saw it. And so did your pulse.

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it off, but the way your heart raced betrayed you. Shaking off the moment, you focused on capturing the energy of the crowd, the match, anything to keep your mind off Adam.

Midway through the match, though, he struck again.

Adam had just taken down his opponent with a swift kick, the crowd roaring as he stood tall in the ring. He turned toward the ropes, scanning the crowd—and then his eyes locked onto you. Your camera was trained on him, and before you could lower it, he gave you that signature smirk, raising his hand to his lips.

In one smooth, fluid motion, Adam blew a kiss directly at you.

The crowd, caught up in the heat of the match, didn’t seem to notice the gesture, but you felt the full impact of it. Your breath hitched, and your grip tightened around the camera as you quickly lowered it, hoping to hide the flush creeping up your neck.

But Adam didn’t look away. Even as he returned to the action, the smirk never left his face.

Later that evening, long after the crowd had left and most of the roster had cleared out, you found yourself in one of the quieter backstage hallways, sorting through the day’s photos. You were still replaying the kiss in your head, trying to convince yourself it was just part of Adam’s showmanship—just a bit of harmless flirting to entertain the crowd. But deep down, you knew it was more than that.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

“Did you get my good side tonight?”

Adam’s voice was smooth, laced with that familiar teasing tone. You looked up to find him leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his post-match glow still lingering. His damp hair fell messily over his forehead, and there was that damn smirk again.

You forced yourself to keep your voice steady. “Depends. Which side was blowing kisses?”

Adam chuckled, pushing himself off the wall and stepping closer. “You noticed, huh?”

“Hard not to when it’s directed at me in front of a few thousand people,” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

He stopped just a couple of feet in front of you, hands sliding into his pockets as he tilted his head slightly, studying you. There was a shift in his demeanor—still playful, but with an undercurrent of something more intense. “Can’t say I’ve ever blown a kiss to someone ringside before.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, but you kept your expression neutral. “How lucky for me.”

Adam’s smile grew, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’re fun, you know that?”

“I try,” you quipped, feeling the tension coil tighter between you. It was a familiar dance now—his teasing, your defenses—but each time, the stakes felt higher.

He took another step closer, just barely inside your personal space, and you could feel the heat coming off him. “Tell me something,” he said, his voice low, intimate. “How much longer are we going to pretend this is just work?”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling between you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Adam’s eyes darkened slightly, his smile softening into something more serious, more real. “Come on. You feel this, too. Don’t tell me you don’t.”

Your heart pounded in your ears, and for a split second, you considered denying it, brushing it off like you always did. But the look in his eyes—confident, sure, but also something deeper—made it impossible to lie.

“I—” You started, but before you could finish, another voice called out from down the hall, breaking the moment.

“Adam! We need you in the locker room, man!”

Adam sighed, clearly frustrated by the interruption. He gave you one last look—one that promised this conversation wasn’t over—before turning and jogging down the hall to join his team.

You stood there for a long moment, your heart still racing, the weight of his words pressing down on you.

* * * * *

The next few days after the gym were a blur of photoshoots, travel, and the constant buzz of the WWE schedule. You did your best to keep your interactions with Adam strictly professional, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the magnetic pull between you two.

And neither could he.

It was a quiet afternoon at the Performance Center, and you were once again stationed in the weight room, capturing shots for an upcoming social media feature. The gym wasn’t as busy as usual, with only a handful of people scattered around, working out in relative silence.

You moved between the machines, camera in hand, focused on getting candid shots of the wrestlers. You were so absorbed in your work that you didn’t notice Adam approaching until he was right behind you.

“Miss me?”

His voice was a low murmur, and the familiar warmth of his presence sent a shiver down your spine. You straightened, turning to find him standing impossibly close—close enough that you could feel the heat of his skin. His signature smirk was in place, but there was something different in his eyes today. Something darker, more intense.

“I didn’t realize you were gone,” you quipped, but your voice lacked its usual sharpness. You had noticed he was gone. It had been over a week since you had seen him as he was put on the schedule to go on the road the last few weeks while you were back in Orlando doing other work.

Adam chuckled, stepping even closer until there was barely a breath of space between you. His hand came up, brushing against your arm—light at first, but then lingering, his fingers trailing down toward your wrist. The touch was casual, but the effect it had on you was anything but.

You felt your breath catch, your pulse quickening, and you could tell by the way Adam’s smirk widened that he noticed.

“You sure about that?” he asked, his voice dropping to that low, almost predatory tone that never failed to send your heart racing. His fingers continued their slow, deliberate path along your arm, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin of your wrist.

You tried to keep your composure, but the way he was looking at you, the way his touch seemed to burn through your skin, was making it difficult to think straight. You took a step back, putting some much-needed distance between the two of you, but Adam didn’t let you off the hook that easily.

He followed, closing the gap in an instant, his hand now resting on your waist—bold, confident, and unmistakably intimate.

“I think you’re starting to like this,” Adam murmured, his lips just inches from your ear. “The way you react every time I touch you. You can deny it all you want, but I know you feel it too.”

You wanted to fire back with a quick retort, to brush off his words like you always did, but for the first time, you found yourself at a loss for words. The truth was, he wasn’t wrong. You did feel it—the tension, the attraction, the pull that seemed to grow stronger with every interaction.

And the worst part was, Adam knew it too.

He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “Tell me something. How much longer are we going to pretend this is just teasing?”

Your heart was pounding now, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Adam’s fingers tightened ever so slightly on your waist, his other hand coming up to cup the side of your neck, his thumb brushing over the pulse point that was beating wildly beneath his touch. “I think you do.”

You swallowed hard, caught between wanting to pull away and wanting to lean into him. Before you could decide, someone walked into the gym, and you quickly stepped back, breaking the moment.

But the look Adam gave you as you moved away—the dark, heated gaze that promised this wasn’t over—lingered long after he left.

* * * * *

The next interaction came unexpectedly, in the parking lot outside the Performance Center.

You had finished up a late shoot and were heading toward your car when you spotted Adam leaning casually against his own vehicle, his phone in hand. As if sensing your presence, he glanced up, and that familiar smirk curled at his lips.

“Need an escort to your car?” he called out, pushing himself off the hood of his car and sauntering over to you.

“I think I can manage,” you replied, though there was no mistaking the hitch in your voice. Every time you were around him now, it was harder and harder to keep things professional. The way he looked at you, the way he moved—everything about Adam screamed confidence and control, and it was messing with your head.

He fell into step beside you anyway, his hands sliding into his pockets as he cast a sidelong glance your way. “You sure? I’d hate for something to happen to you out here.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at your lips. “I think the scariest thing out here is you.”

Adam laughed softly, but there was something behind it—something that hinted at the fact he was very aware of the effect he was having on you. “Come on,” he said, stopping just as you reached your car. “Am I really that intimidating?”

His tone was teasing, but the look in his eyes was anything but. There was that intensity again, the same look he’d given you in the gym, and it was making your heart race all over again.

You leaned against the door of your car, arms crossed over your chest, trying to put up some kind of barrier between you and him. “Not intimidating. Just… persistent.”

Adam’s smirk widened, and he took a step closer, his hand coming up to rest on the roof of your car, effectively trapping you between him and the vehicle. “Is that a bad thing?”

Your breath caught in your throat, the proximity making it impossible to think straight. “Depends on what you’re after.”

Adam’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, you could feel the weight of his gaze—heavy, heated, and full of unspoken promises. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m after.”

He was so close now that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, his lips just inches from yours. The tension between you crackled in the air, and for the first time, you couldn’t bring yourself to step away.

But just as Adam leaned in, his phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking the moment.

With a soft curse under his breath, he pulled back slightly, glancing at the screen. His jaw tightened, and he sighed, clearly annoyed by the interruption. “I’ve gotta take this.”

You nodded, your heart still pounding in your chest as you fumbled for your keys, grateful for the reprieve but also painfully aware of how close you’d come to crossing that line.

As Adam turned to walk away, he threw one last glance over his shoulder, his eyes locking onto yours with a look that said this wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

[scotianostra]

On March 24th 2012, just two days after his 62nd birthday Scotland lost a legend when John Thomas "Jocky" Wilson passed away at his home in at Kirkcaldy.

Jocky spent most of his early life in orphanages after it was deemed his mother and father were unfit to bring him up, his jobs included a couple of years in the army, a coal delivery man, fish processor, and also a miner at Kirkcaldy's Seafield Colliery. He also worked for a time at the Lister Bar, the local where a 19-year-old Wilson first learned to play darts, he never thought when throwing those first arrows that he would ever become the champion of the world and a Scottish legend.

From his debut at the World Championship in 1979 until 1991, Wilson managed to reach at least the quarter-finals of the tournament on every occasion. Wilson also lifted the British Professional Championship four-times between 1981 and 1988, as well as the British Open and Matchplay titles.

Wilson was also generous with his time for charity and had a neat line in self-deprecation. He was known as 'Gumsy' because his constant sweet-eating and refusal to brush his teeth - 'my Gran told me the English poison the water' - meant that he had lost his last tooth by the age of 28. Following the 1982 triumph, Wilson paid £1,200 for dentures. But he never took to them. They made him belch when drinking, he complained. And once, celebrating a victory, they flew out of his mouth and on to the oche. In the end, they were employed as a ball marker in pool games with Bristow.

'People might think that having no teeth snookers you when it comes to eating,' Wilson wrote in his 1983 autobiography, Jocky. 'But I can manage just about anything with my gums. I can chew a steak provided it's well done. I can even eat apples. Great Yarmouth rock and nuts are the only two things that defeat me.'

Other tales include the time he kicked Bristow's shin before they were due to play each other - the Crafty Cockney, who became Wilson's firm friend, was forced to shake hands on stage with a bleeding shin. And after one defeat he fell off the stage.

Sadly after being diagnosed with diabetes Jocky gave it all up, he became bankrupt and spent the remainder of his life, with his Argentinian wife, Malvina in a council flat in the town he grew up in, as virtual recluse, shielded by his wife when visitors knocked on his door, be it journalists or just well wisher fans nobody got through the door.

I will always remember the early days of television darts and Wee Jocky, at the oche, a true character. When he won his first world title at Jollees Cabaret Club in Stoke, Sid Waddell announced him as "Jocky Wilson , The lad has the psychology of a claymore!”

RIP Jocky!

[blowflyfag]

WORLD WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT/FEDERATION MAGAZINE: OCTOBER 1998

REGAL STEPS TO THE LINE FOR PERFECTION 

By Kevin Kelly

Stroll into any English pub and you are sure to find a dartboard. For anyone who has ever played, it’s a challenging game. Trying to throw the dart with any degree of accuracy takes years of practice. And then somebody arrives with his own darts who seems to be a little sharper, more professional in appearance. All his throws are bulls-eyes. He can’t miss. He doesn’t know how to miss…

When Steven Regal entered the world Wrestling Federation, the game changed. A man who makes no mistakes has stepped to the line, ready to shoot. For his debut on Raw, the locker rooms–usually a hotbed of activity–were silent. Collectively, the Federation Superstars watched in awe. A true craftsman was at work. He systematically destroyed Darren Drozdov and in the process sent a message to the entire organization. 

While Regal was bludgeoning the former Denver Bronco, however, there was one man who didn’t even glance toward the monitor. For him, there was no need to. He’d seen Regal perform thousands of times and was well aware of his incredible skill. That man is Stone Cold Steve Austin. With the wrestling business being such a small world, it’s no surprise that Austin knows Regal quite well. You don’t have to know him to appreciate him, however. 

Just look at the artistry with which the Liverpool, England, native plies his trade. Steven Regal doesn’t need closed fists to batter opponents. He has forearms that have been known to crush jaws. Regal never uses chairs to main his foes. He has a repertoire of submission holds that are torturous and inescapable. While respectful of the rules generally, he hardly “kills with kindness.”

For wrestling aficionados, it seems that Steven Regal has been around the game forever. While into his fourteenth year as a professional,  he is just 30 years old. Regal began his career at the age of 16, wrestling in carnival-like shows along the seacoast of England. It was a rough way to break into the business because he had to worry not only about winning, but also about survival. 

If traveling and wrestling in 20 or so shows a week wasn’t difficult enough for a 16-year-old rookie, he had to watch his back constantly. The cutthroat atmosphere that existed with everybody trying to make names for themselves brought about some desperate acts from men who simply wanted to escape the unbearable conditions. But this lawless atmosphere may have prepared him for what would be his ultimate goal–competing in the World Wrestling Federation and making a run at the Federation Championship. 

The top contenders for that title have been through the wars of Federation competition and have survived. It’s a vindictive era and the action has never been more physical. On the roster, there are at least a dozen superstars over six feet, six inches tall and weighing 300 pounds or more. Regal is deceptively tall six feet four inches. Thanks to a dog-eat-dog environment, real friendships are rare and partnerships can tear apart in a split second. That’s just fine with the quiet, low-key star who has battled the odds alone for more than a decade and a half. 

The five years Regal spent at World Championship Wrestling did not deter him from his ultimate goal, which was always to become the World Wrestling Federation Champion. In fact, it made him even more determined. Regal’s resume is eerily reflective of Stone Cold Steve Austin’s. Will Regal be able to match the success of Stone Cold? A tall order indeed. Austin is the single biggest phenomenon in the history of the wrestling business. But, that’s fine. Regal would simply be satisfied with the Federation Championship. 

Steven Regal has an enormous challenge ahead of him. He must fight through the ranks of the most athletic Federation roster of all time in order for an opportunity at the Rattlesnake. If and when he gets there, he will battle a man who knows him inside and out. A former traveling companion of Regal’s, Stone Cold knows what makes this man tick, but he most certainly also knows that inside there beats the heart of a champion. 

While Regal has obstacles to overcome, he has fought through tremendous odds before. The brutal, backstabbing circuit in England he was reared in professionally has prepared him for what will be the fight of his life in the World Wrestling Federation. Despite championship caliber skill, he knows that every opponent he faces here can compete with him. Regal will look to wear down and frustrate enemies with his impeccable technical precision and super-human stamina. 

Regal also steps to the line knowing that any bulls-eye he throws can be equaled. But he has the ability to keep throwing bulls-eyes time after time. He simply doesn’t miss. Then again, Steve Regal cant afford to miss if he wants to achieve his goal. Chances are, he will never miss again.

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[tub-thump3r]

SEVERAL... WHATEVERS, AGO

Foolishman Epilogue

“Are you sure we have to start working on this tonight? Can’t we just, I dunno, wait to get into your files after we go home and get some rest?”

“Ichiro, even if we were going to delay our MASTER PLOT, I still sleep here, and now, you do as well.”

“We could go back to my apartment!”

“You have an apartment? …we’re already here! It’ll take two seconds to get in! Come on, buddy, calm down a little,” Orlando reassured Ichiro, who was pacing back and forth incessantly next to him.

“This is my first time breaking into a real building!”

“You wanted to be a vigilante, right? You were gonna have to do it eventually. Besides, it’s not technically ‘breaking in’ because I’m the principal. It’s just a slightly larger-scale version of locking myself out of my house. Now could you give me a minute? Raking’s not working - Bones must’ve upgraded the locks again. I swear, I dunno if that guy is legitimately trying to improve security or if they hate me and are doing this to be petty. Let me get out my other picks-”

As Orlando was talking somewhat enthusiastically and somewhat exasperatedly about his various lockpicking tools, Ichiro turned around and felt his eyes pass over something he hadn’t seen a few seconds ago. Some shadows in the darkness of night seemed to be moving closer, and as Ichiro squinted his eyes, he started to realize they were the shapes of people. 

“Orlando! Orlando, there’s someone-”

One of the figures darted forward, and before Ichiro could do anything more than bring out his Stand, summoned a Stand of its own. A muscular purple figure with strips of fabric hanging off of it, both from its arms and from a sort of belt it was wearing that looked similar to a professional wrestling championship belt. Its most notable feature, however, was a massive disco ball that replaced its head, each individual mirrored tile seeming to shift back and forth, catching a nonexistent light. 

The Stand lunged forward, grabbed Orlando by the back of the head, reeled its arm back, and threw him through the metal door with force enough to tear it off its hinges and send Orlando sliding into the school a good distance, his body riding on top of the detached door like a sled.

“Orlando!” Ichiro shouted, and dashed after him, but as he approached his friend, a second figure summoned a Stand of its own - a motorcycle, covered in green and yellow decals and with some sort of neon pink fluid running through transparent pieces of its frame. The three colors blurred together from a distance, but came into more focus once the rider shot forward, delivering a decisive kick to Ichiro’s stomach and bringing them both down the hall and into a different room.

Meanwhile, the first figure and its Stand entered the building, reaching around the door to find a light switch and flicking it on, revealing a boy around the same age as Orlando, but nowhere near as tidy-looking, even after Orlando’s little adventure earlier that day. Instead, he was scruffy, with the clearly teenaged beginnings of a beard and a shortish haircut that stuck up like spikes. He wore a thick blue jacket with lots of pockets and a lame sort of scowl you might see on someone loitering outside a mini-mall blasting My Chemical Romance.

Orlando’s body lay there on top of the metal door, completely unmoving.

“He’s not dead, is he?” said a low, soft voice from within the disco ball.

“Nah, of course not,” the boy responded. “He shouldn’t be. We didn’t hit him that hard, did we?”

“You know how hard it is to control this level of strength,” said the Stand, shrugging. The boy rolled his eyes and began to approach Orlando’s body.

Just as he was getting ready to crouch down, Orlando pushed up and swung an arm around to aim at the boy, Chumbawamba wrapped around it. A blast of bubbling purple liquid made contact with the boy’s skin, causing it to break out in a strange pink rash. He frantically shook off the liquid that wasn’t absorbed into his skin, his expression switching quickly from disgust to rage.

“AH-HA! GOTCHA!” Orlando shouted, finally getting a leg up and standing up again. He stumbled a little, but turned to face the boy, brandishing his hammer. “Whoever you are, I hope you didn’t think it would be that easy!”

“Gh! What now, YMCA?” said the boy, turning to the Stand, but there was no immediate response. The purple spirit held its oversized head in its hands, the mirrored tiles rotating faster and faster. “YMCA?” he asked again.

“YOUR DEVICE HAS DOWNLOADED A NEW UPDATE. WOULD YOU LIKE TO INSTALL IT?” the low voice said, this time much louder.

“What the hell?” the boy cried. Orlando released a much-needed evil laugh.

“CHUMBAWAMBA!” he exclaimed. “Your Stand has been freed from your influence! Let’s see if you can “Stand” on your own! Ha ha ha!”

“You bastard!” the boy shouted, but didn’t make any immediate approach to attack. Instead, he took a short moment to shadowbox, and seemed relieved when his Stand mimicked it, although it let out another cry of “ADWARE SPYWARE HAS BEEN DETECTED ON YOUR DEVICE. PLEASE CONTACT SUPPORT IMMEDIATELY.”

“Okay, at least that still works. Now, c’mere,” the boy growled, lunging at Orlando while he and his Stand threw another punch. Orlando ducked and watched the fist make a hole in a brick wall, then gunned it down the hall. He looked back after not hearing immediate footsteps, and saw the purple Stand - YMCA, apparently - tear a set of lockers directly off the wall with one hand, and immediately fling it at him. Orlando leapt into the air and watched the huge metal bulk slide across the floor underneath him. At the end of the hallway, an older person with black-and-white hair slammed a door open.

“Bones, look out!” Orlando shouted unhelpfully.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING O- AUGH!” Bones shouted, as the lockers completely tripped them, smashing into the wall behind them and leaving a huge crack in it. Bones was immediately knocked off their feet and slammed their head directly into the floor, leaving them passed out in a quickly-growing pool of blood.

Orlando grit his teeth knowing there was nothing he could do at the moment and ducked into a side room, which he soon realized was the computer lab he’d added not too long ago. He searched for a place to hide, but as he opened up a wide metal locker, he found it was already occupied.

“Kyou?” Orlando said, but whipped his head around as he heard stomping footsteps coming down the hall, and just as he did so, saw the door ripped off its hinges and thrown at him with two hands like a wide javelin. He ducked, heard it fly through the window, and tried to make as much distance as he could between him and his assailant. Kyou simply stood as still as possible within the locker, and if he could’ve gotten any stiller, he would’ve upon seeing the attacker glare straight at him before hurling a metal chair at Orlando.

Orlando managed to dodge yet again, and turned to the errand boy. “Kyou, what are you doing? Help me!”

The other boy moved his foot out of his hiding spot for just a second before a huge purple finger and a smaller, regular finger pointed at him, a voice shouting “Don’t you fuckin’ move, dweeb!” sending him right back in the locker.

“Goddamn it, Kyou!” Orlando shouted, zigzagging around a number of destructive attacks - for all the collateral damage this guy was racking up, he was a lot slower than Orlando on the defensive. “I know you’re like, Cthulhu’s great-nephew or whatever! Help me!”

“I’m not that strong,” the boy replied meekly and quickly. “You seem to be dodging pretty well.”

“I CAN’T DODGE FOREVER!! THIS GUY’S GONNA KILL ME IF YOU DON’T DO SOMETHING!”

“I’ll kill BOTH of you if you try anything, goth boy!”

Despite Orlando’s interference, the purple Stand still seemed to be under mostly complete control of its user, and its relentless attacks mostly kept it from having an opportunity to say anything. Orlando dodged and weaved as its fists tore through computers, it picked up chairs and chopped through tables and its kicks destroyed anything that remained. Although Orlando didn’t have much issue dodging at first, without an open space to bounce around in, he was starting to lose the momentum that kept him ahead of his attacker. Eventually they demolished their way all around the room, Orlando having dashed to the side opposite of Kyou before being attacked. The path of destruction was slowly approaching him, smashing through the central and side tables and every bit of the expensive electronics.

Orlando rolled out of the way of another punch and landed on his feet, immediately pulling Kyou out of the locker and grabbing both his shoulders. “HELP ME!” he shouted.

He turned around again just in time to see YMCA throw another punch, the boy mirroring it, and Orlando dropped to the floor, leaving Kyou in the direct line of fire. The student council’s errand boy’s face sparked in fear, and he raised a hand covered in inky black darkness. As the fist collided with it, the purple glow of Stand aura and sheer darkness of Kyou’s powers fought against each other, eventually mixed, and exploded outward in a supernova Orlando was pinned directly underneath.

Meanwhile in the room further down the hall, Ichiro flew across the floor from the kick, and saw the second figure come into focus - a woman, seemingly a bit older than Orlando, wearing sunglasses, some garment somewhere in between a trench coat and a pilot jacket, and a cowboy hat. She sat atop her colorful bike, revving some engine that surely did not make any sense to any qualified engineer, and Ichiro noticed it had the skull of a horse mounted on its handlebars.

The engine’s hum suddenly silenced, although the vehicle still maintained its otherworldly glow, pink and green reflecting off of her shades, which Ichiro now realized she had kept on even in the middle of the night. There was a pause for Ichiro to get to his feet and catch a few breaths - the kick had really knocked the wind out of him.

“Ichiro Kenshi,” she breathed. Her voice didn’t sound very cowboyish - only the smallest hint of a southern drawl hidden within it. It sounded more midwestern, for the most part - soft, but confident. The kind of voice someone uses to make a major decision about their future.

“How do you know my name?” Ichiro responded, holding his sword in a way that could maybe be seen as menacing if you turned your head and squinted a little. It was still clear to everyone with any sense of swordplay that he had no idea what he was doing with the thing.

“I have my sources. I’ve been getting connected with all kinds of Stand users, Ichiro, and your friend… well, she’s not exactly subtle, is she?”

“What about her?” Ichiro responded, gritting his teeth.

“Nothing about her. She’s gone, right? All that’s left of her is… well, you, pretty much.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean I want to help you, Ichiro. You’ve been through something terrible. I’ve been told… she still has some influence over you. You don’t deserve to be tied to her for the rest of your life. You want to be a hero, right?”

Ichiro didn’t respond, so the cowgirl kept talking. “That’s what me and my friend are here to do. We’re heroes. Orlando? He’s a bad guy. You’re really good at getting suckered in by them, aren’t you? We just want to help you, and maybe, in return, you can help us save our friends from some even worse guys. The guys he works with. Do you understand what I mean?”

Ichiro let that hang in the air for a second. He already knew what his response was going to be, but he wanted to let it simmer for a few moments more. “I understand plenty. I understand you don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. Listen up - Mitsuko never had any influence over me after the fact. I did all that stuff because I wanted to - not because she made me.”

The cowgirl crossed her arms, leaning on the handlebars. Ichiro gripped his sword tighter and continued. “I don’t care what you have to say. If you wanted me to join up with you, maybe you should’ve thought about that before you attacked my friend. Let’s do this.”

Ichiro, Supermassive Black Hole behind him, charged at the cowgirl, who quickly started up her own Stand and quickly backed away. Ichiro slowed down a little, but then watched as the motorcycle revved up and came back around for another kick.

However, as the attack was incoming, Supermassive Black Hole’s green flame flared up. Its slime quickly flew out through the grate on its boiler, sticking all over the front of Ichiro’s body, locking him in place. The cowgirl had no time to slow down as she planted a foot in the slime that Ichiro had layered thick enough to cushion him from the blow’s impact.

Just as her attack connected, the slime seemed to explode off of Ichiro and cling all over her body, leaving her completely unconscious. The motorcycle instantly dissipated, and Ichiro sprinted down the hall to where he’d heard Orlando dashing off to, taking a moment to express some brief concern at the unfortunate mad scientist still bleeding out on the floor.

Ichiro turned to open a door that was no longer there and looked in the room to see what appeared to be the supernatural equivalent of a star collapsing in on itself. The purple Stand’s arm was still being sucked into the inky blackness produced by Kyou’s own ability, and both Kyou and the other boy seemed to be having a very not fun time of whatever was going on, both seeming to be sucked towards each other but trying desperately to pull away as if they were being pulled into a black hole.

“NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” shouted the scruffy boy. “I AM YOUR PRINCE OF DARKNESS! I COMMAND YOU, FORCES OF EVIL! YOU WILL BOW TO ME!”

The other boy seemed to be crying incessantly. “FUCK! FUCK SHIT FUCK! NO! I don’t wanna! Don’t make me! I still have things I want to do! I haven’t gotten to make something of myself yet!”

In that point of contact, the purple light and the darkness were mixing together into a more light-bluish light that shined out with an otherworldly brightness that Ichiro had to shield his eyes from. Bolts of some sort of neon-pink energy seemed to burst out of the contact point, energy crackling all around it. Orlando was lying just underneath it, seemingly completely immobilized.

“ORLANDO! ARE YOU OKAY?” Ichiro shouted. It was hard to tell what could be heard over the sounds of the two boys screaming and the lightning-esque discharges from their powers being sucked into each other.

“Ichiro!” Orlando shouted in return, a bit weakly. “Get out of here! I don’t know what’s going to happen if we stick around here, and… I think I’m stuck! There’s… a lot of energy being discharged, and it’s mostly hitting me!”

To punctuate his point, one of the bolts of energy struck Orlando, causing him to cry out in pain. Ichiro took a deep breath, grit his teeth, and started to run towards his friend as best he could. 

“Ichiro, what are you DOING!” Orlando shouted with what energy he could.

“I’m not losing another friend! I’m getting you out of here!”

Despite those two being sucked into each other, from Ichiro’s position it felt more like he was getting pushed away. A bolt whizzed past him and left a scorch mark on the wall, but he pushed forward through the strange force field. He tried to push his Stand forward as well, but found it was even more difficult to move through the strange energy field being created.

Ichiro was hit by a few bolts as he moved closer to the center of the energy, but kept his footing for the most part. He tried to cover his eyes as best he could to keep himself from being blinded, and finally managed to reach a hand out to Orlando, who found the strength to lift his hand. They made contact, grabbed onto one another, and Ichiro began to pull away.

“I…” said the scruffy boy.

“I…” said the goth boy.

“WE…” they said together, “GOT IT!”

In a smooth, parallel motion, both boys set their feet in a steady position and tried, with all their might, to move their bodies away from each other. The bright ball of energy pushing Ichiro away began to dissipate… and instead, the point of contact grew dark, pitch black, even. As the two boys managed to start actually pulling away from each other, Ichiro could swear he heard a crackle in the air as he felt himself being pulled towards the center now, not pushed away.

The darkness at the center of this completely insane situation started to grow further, bigger and bigger, filling the space between Kyou and the mysterious attacker as they managed to untangle their strange powers. Ichiro looked on in horror as Orlando’s body began to be consumed by the darkness.

“ICHIRO!” he shouted, trying to free his hand. “LET GO!”

Ichiro just grabbed on with his other hand. “NO! NEVER!”

Ichiro had been managing to maintain his position for a while, but at the point where the ball of darkness seemed to be the biggest, he began being pulled into it, watching Orlando’s face sucked in and feeling his entire body go cold as he was sucked in just after.

Orlando and Ichiro could barely see anything besides each other now, both of them seemingly suspended within the darkness bubble as if they were skydiving with no parachutes. The darkness around them seemed to whirl and whip as if they were trapped in the middle of a tornado. Ichiro had maintained his grip, and so used it to pull himself closer to Orlando. 

The maybe-wind around them was almost deafening, but it felt as though they weren’t really going anywhere - not falling, but not hitting any kind of ground, either.

“ORLANDO!” Ichiro shouted, trying to make himself heard above the wind-esque sounds. Even with the cacophony surrounding them, Orlando could tell he was crying a little. “YOU’RE THE BEST FRIEND I EVER HAD!”

Orlando pulled Ichiro in for a hug and shouted back, “I TRIED TO BE! I REALLY TRIED!”

The two of them screamed as the darkness consumed them, granting them some unknown fate.

Outside of the bubble, Ichiro’s slime dissipated. The cowgirl was coming to. She heard the noise outside the room she was in and quickly got up, dashing down the hall to see what was happening.

The ball of darkness was immense at this stage, barely peeking out of the door of the computer lab. The unconscious person was beginning to be pulled into it, and the cowgirl, knowing that Darkness = Bad, summoned her bike and attempted to grab them before anything terrible could happen. 

She kept her bike’s speed up for only a few more moments before it went flying off down the hall again, and she was only barely able to stop it before hitting another wall. A bit awkwardly, she turned the bike around and drove slowly back, dropping her passenger off in a position that was a bit less precarious.

She looked into the computer lab and fumbled for a light switch, finally turning it on to see her partner and some kid she’d never seen before lying face-down, unconscious, white smoke seeming to come off her partner’s body and black smoke coming off the other. The room itself was practically empty of anything else.

“Holy shit,” was all there really was to say.

After a pregnant pause where she tried to figure out how to resolve this situation and all the collateral damage they’d just caused, her partner’s Stand emerged again from his unconscious body, turning its head as if it were looking around, but not having eyes to do so with. It lifted its user off the ground, carrying him like an eight-year-old might carry a baby.

Without thinking, the cowgirl reached into her pocket for a phone, and took a picture.

“Vi, why would you do that,” the Stand said flatly.

“Blackmail material? Joey would never be caught dead looking this… hm. Vulnerable. He looks like a little baby when you’re holding him.”

“...huh.” It didn’t really comment further on any of that.

They sort of looked at each other.

“What now, miss leader?” YMCA said.

“I don’t know. There’s a lot happening. I think I just need a second.”

Luckily for her, her soon-to-be break was interrupted by the sound of coughing. She turned around to see the other boy taking deep breaths, suddenly conscious again. She quickly adjusted her glasses.

“Well, hey there,” she started.

“Auuuuuuuugh,” Kyou moaned. Vi lowered her eyebrows and tried to flip him over, but slowly lowered him back down when he responded by chittering “Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow…”

“What happened here?” Vi asked, getting straight to the point.

“I- I dunno…” Kyou coughed. Vi gave him a few moments, hoping for him to continue, but instead he asked, “Who are you?”

“I’m going to be asking the questions here, unless you want my partner to… do whatever he just did to cause this again.”

“Please… no…” Kyou begged. “The pain… I… I felt my existence merging with his. Our powers are too similar - when we pushed them together, they started to try and fuse - and our minds fused as well, and got mixed up…”

Vi looked between the two of them and saw smoke was still coming off of them, though it was tapering out at this point. “What happened to the other two?”

“We were untangling ourselves from each other, and it created… something. In the middle. They got… sucked into it.” Kyou paused for a moment, completely silent, but then tears started to well up in his eyes. “Principal Kincaid… I’m sorry…!”

Vi pondered this for a few moments while she let Kyou cry it out a little. Her partner, Joey, coughed a little, but whatever little bit of consciousness he had regained, he almost instantly lost, going back to sleep in his Stand’s arms.

Eventually, Vi crouched down again next to Kyou, half-whispering. “Listen to me, buddy. I came here to do what I came here to do, and I need to get out of here without raising much of a fuss, understand?”

Kyou, silent for a moment to recover, eventually said “What does that have to do with me?”

“Well, how good are you at cleaning up messes?”

“Relatively speaking, I’m… okay, I guess…”

“‘Okay, I guess’ will have to cut it. I’m getting out of here with my crew. You fix this whole mess. No one knows we were here, or else I’m gonna force you to mindmeld with my friend here again, get me? You take care of this for me, you never see me again.”

“Ugh…!” Kyou seemed to have more Feelings™ about this topic than he could probably admit at this current moment, but seemed to be mostly fixated on the sheer amount of pain he was still in. “Just… just go. I’ll… take care of it.”

“Good,” Vi stated, and then began to walk out the way she came.

YMCA floated after her, user in tow, and said, “So… that’s it?”

“We technically accomplished what we came here for. Kincaid’s gone, and so is Kenshi… so there’s nothing really left to do about either. We’re out of here.”

Vi summoned her bike Stand, waited for YMCA to mount it as best it could for being vaguely intangible, and then sped away.

Several hours later, the school day began anew. Kyou Kagemori had dressed Bones’ wound and set them down somewhere nice to sleep it off. He and his eldritch companions had spent the night and what resources they had slowly rebuilding everything that had been destroyed using whatever means they had, getting a little desperate as they cut it pretty close near the end.

As people began to enter the school, surely not looking enthusiastic about whatever nonsense was going to occur with the principal’s position going forward, Kyou just decided to find out where Orlando’s stupid little hideout was and take a goddamn nap.

[freenewsreport]

Bullseye Brilliance: The Rise of Scott Williams in Darts

Darts isn't just about hitting the bullseye—it's about precision, focus, and a little flair. And no one embodies these qualities quite like Scott Williams. Known for his exceptional skill and cool-headed demeanor, Scott Williams Darts has carved a niche for himself in the competitive world of darts. But how did he get here? What sets him apart in a sport brimming with talent? Let’s throw some darts at the answers!

Who Is Scott Williams?

Scott Williams might not yet be a household name like some legends in the darts world, but he’s definitely on his way. Hailing from England, Williams has been making waves in professional darts with his unique playing style and remarkable performances.

A Rising Star: Williams began turning heads when he entered the Professional Darts Corporation (PDC) circuit.

The “Cool Hand” Nickname: Scott’s nickname reflects his calm, composed approach under pressure—a trait that’s earned him respect among fans and competitors alike.

Major Milestones: From local tournaments to international stages, Williams has shown he’s got what it takes to compete with the best.

The Art of Scott Williams Darts

What makes Scott Williams darts stand out from the crowd? It’s a combination of technique, mental toughness, and a dash of creativity.

Perfecting Precision

Williams has honed a technique that emphasizes balance and control. Whether he’s aiming for triple 20 or a high-pressure double to win the leg, his form remains consistent.

Fluid Throwing Motion: His seamless, repeatable throwing action minimizes error.

Focus on Accuracy: Unlike some players who rely on raw power, Williams prioritizes pinpoint accuracy.

Mental Game: Staying Cool Under Pressure

In darts, the mind can be as important as the arm. Scott’s nickname, “Cool Hand,” isn’t just for show.

He’s known for staying composed, even when the stakes are sky-high.

His ability to read opponents and adjust his strategy mid-match sets him apart.

Memorable Moments in Scott Williams’ Career

Every great darts player has signature moments that define their journey. Here are a few highlights from Williams’ career so far:

Breakthrough Performance in the PDC:When Williams joined the PDC, he quickly proved he could hold his own against seasoned players. His debut season included several impressive wins.

Toppling a Big Name:One of his most talked-about matches was when he defeated a higher-ranked opponent in a major tournament. That win signaled his arrival as a serious contender.

Consistent Progress:Unlike some players who peak early and fade, Williams has shown steady improvement with each passing year.

Why Fans Love Scott Williams

Darts fans are a passionate bunch, and they’ve taken a liking to Scott for several reasons:

Relatable Personality: Scott’s down-to-earth nature makes him approachable and relatable.

Competitive Spirit: He’s got that never-say-die attitude fans adore.

Engaging Matches: Whether he wins or loses, Scott’s matches are always entertaining to watch.

How Scott Williams Is Shaping the Future of Darts

The darts world isn’t just about individual glory—it’s about pushing the sport forward. Scott Williams has already begun making an impact beyond his own career.

Inspiring the Next Generation

Young players watching Williams see someone who’s climbed the ranks through hard work and perseverance. His story encourages aspiring players to dream big.

Bringing a Fresh Energy

With his modern playing style and engaging personality, Scott appeals to a younger audience. This helps grow the sport’s fan base.

What’s Next for Scott Williams?

The future looks bright for Scott Williams darts. He’s already shown he has the talent to compete at the highest levels, but what’s next?

Chasing Titles: Expect Scott to aim for his first major championship in the coming years.

Climbing the Rankings: With each tournament, he’s inching closer to the sport’s elite.

Building a Legacy: Beyond the trophies, Williams is focused on leaving a lasting impact on darts.

Conclusion

Scott Williams darts is more than just a phrase—it’s a story of passion, determination, and rising talent. Whether you’re a die-hard darts fan or a newcomer to the sport, it’s hard not to root for someone as dedicated and exciting as Williams. As his career unfolds, one thing’s for sure: Scott Williams is a name you’ll be hearing a lot more in the darts world.

So, next time you see him step up to the oche, keep your eyes peeled. Who knows? You might just witness history in the making!

[caducean-womens-winter-league]

"Do you want to play pro ball?"

The scout smiled disarmingly at Jessica H. Powers. Tracking this woman down had been less of a pain in the ass than anticipated - a lucky internet search somehow turned up her name in a public blog post of an Ultimate beer league, and he was more than happy to expense the price of posting up in the overpriced gastropub sponsoring said league.

Silence hung in the air, mixed with the aroma of a microbrewed stout, deep-fried cheese curds, and a "secret sauce" that he swore was just ranch dressing mixed with horseradish. Did she not hear him? This was a gift-wrapped chocolate box of a question - who wouldn't want to play pro ball?

"I'm not sure if you're familiar," he said, "but there's a professional winter league forming in Caduceus." He watched her closely for any reaction to the name of the medtech titan turned Caribbean micronation. This was the hardest part of the assignment. Caduceus was being dragged through the mud all over social media, and he was expected to find talented young women from one of the most radical generations since the Sixties and somehow persuade them to move their whole lives there. To his confusion, though, her face seemed totally blank.

"Oh! Um, yes, I've...heard about that." This was the hardest part of Jessica's daily life: somehow everything came back to baseball. She was trying her best to move on, her best to forget, her best to do something else, to go somewhere else, to be someone else. But every path she took led to the same place: the error.

The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error. The error.

The bat cracks, the ball is soaring almost over her head, she's backing up, she sticks up her mitt, and...the ball slips right over the edge of her mitt. It falls behind her. After a night wracked with such rampant anxiety that she could not eat or sleep, she had somehow forgotten how to catch a routine fly ball. She turns around, scrambles to throw to second just to stop the bleeding, but the batter's already rounding second and the lead runner is kicking up so much dust-

An RBI triple. Weak, weak, weak. So weak. Her coach tells her to shrug it off, but she can't even look her in the eye. For the rest of the game, her .343 bat is ice cold. It's the end of everyone's championship dreams, and it's all her fault.

Jessica H. Powers tried to snap her attention back to the stranger and smile. She had to leave the past behind, even if it was present tense in all her worst thoughts. "That's the league they keep showing commercials for, right?" she asked rhetorically. "Women's baseball is CWWL!" she said, in her best impression of the commerical's voiceover. Like millions of people across America, she was still wondering how "CWWL" and "cool" could be homophones.

"Right, okay, so you're familiar," the scout nodded. "I'd like to introduce you to the Iaso Fighters organization. I understand it's a big ask for you with college going on and all, but you'll be compensated generously..."

He pulled out a sample contract, going over compensation and benefits and your obligations and the four-year term. It all went through one of Jessica's ears and out the other. How could she accept something like this? She was a failure. She didn't know how to explain to him that she wasn't even in college.

"So I'll ask you again: do you want to play pro ball?" he said to her. It was a gift-wrapped chocolate box of a question. She knew this, but her brain kept warning her about needles in the shredded coconut and razor blades in the toffee and rat poison in the cherry cordial. Her eyes darted around the room and landed on her Ultimate teammates.

They were...excited for her? They were all smiling, pumping their fists, one mouthing "say 'yes'!" Did the world she lived in really believe in second chances, even for people like her? Was she...still someone who'd get picked first?

The silence hung in the air with the remembered aroma of disinfectant and the rubber on a grippy sock. This was another path that led back to the error, and it was the straightest and fastest path she'd happened upon so far. Maybe that had been her mistake all along: fleeing into obscurity instead of charging towards redemption. She didn't know what redemption could possibly look like right now, but it was what everyone seemed to want for her, from her parents to her old coach to her Ultimate teammates to this random stranger in the bar.

The voice of her mother echoes in her head: you have to try. It had been said to her over skinned knees and incomplete math homework and overcooked spinach and now she was hearing it again, even though her mother was a hundred miles away: you have to try.

"Yes."

[sportdepotshop]

Wer ist der aktuelle Darts-Weltmeister Nummer 1?

Darts ist ein faszinierender Sport, der in den letzten Jahren enorm an Popularität gewonnen hat. Die Spieler, die auf der großen Bühne gegeneinander antreten, haben sich zu wahren Athleten entwickelt, und die Rangliste der besten Spieler ist ein heiß diskutiertes Thema unter den Fans. In diesem Blogbeitrag werfen wir einen Blick auf den aktuellen Darts-Weltmeister Nummer 1, die Dynamik der Ranglisten und was es bedeutet, an der Spitze zu stehen.

Die Darts-Welt und die Rangliste

Bevor wir uns dem derzeitigen Weltmeister Nummer 1 zuwenden, ist es wichtig, die Struktur des Dartsports und der Ranglisten zu verstehen. Das professionelle Darts-Spiel wird hauptsächlich von zwei Organisationen dominiert: der Professional Darts Corporation (PDC) und der British Darts Organisation (BDO). Die PDC ist die größere und bekannteste der beiden, und die Rangliste, die sie führt, ist die am meisten respektierte.

Die PDC-Rangliste basiert auf den Ergebnissen der Spieler bei großen Turnieren, die über einen Zeitraum von 24 Monaten gewertet werden. Dies bedeutet, dass die Spieler konstant gute Leistungen erbringen müssen, um an der Spitze zu bleiben.

Der aktuelle Darts-Weltmeister Nummer 1

Stand 2023 ist **Gerwyn Price** der aktuelle Darts-Weltmeister Nummer 1. Der Waliser hat sich in den letzten Jahren als einer der besten Spieler der Welt etabliert. Price, der 1985 geboren wurde, begann seine Karriere im Darts-Sport relativ spät, aber seine schnelle Auffassungsgabe und sein unermüdlicher Einsatz haben ihn schnell an die Spitze gebracht.

Aufstieg zur Nummer 1

Gerwyn Price wurde erstmals 2019 Weltmeister, als er das PDC World Darts Championship Turnier gewann. Dieser Sieg markierte den Beginn seiner Dominanz im Dartsport. In den folgenden Jahren konnte er sich nicht nur in der Rangliste behaupten, sondern auch zahlreiche andere Titel gewinnen, darunter die Grand Slam of Darts und die European Championship.

Sein Spielstil ist geprägt von einer aggressiven und leidenschaftlichen Herangehensweise, die sowohl bei Fans als auch bei Gegnern für Aufsehen sorgt. Price ist bekannt für seine Fähigkeit, unter Druck zu spielen, und seine starken Leistungen in entscheidenden Momenten haben ihm viele Siege eingebracht.

Charakterzüge und Spielstil

Gerwyn Price ist nicht nur ein talentierter Spieler, sondern auch eine charismatische Persönlichkeit. Sein Selbstbewusstsein und seine emotionale Präsenz auf der Bühne machen ihn zu einem Publikumsliebling. Er hat die Fähigkeit, das Publikum mit seiner Performance zu fesseln, was in einem Sport wie Darts von großer Bedeutung ist.

Sein Spielstil ist aggressiv und präzise. Price hat einen starken Wurf, der es ihm ermöglicht, weit über 100 Punkte pro Aufnahme zu erzielen. Seine Fähigkeit, Triple 20 zu treffen, ist bemerkenswert und hat ihm in vielen entscheidenden Momenten den Sieg gesichert.

Die Konkurrenz

Der Darts-Sport ist äußerst wettbewerbsintensiv. Neben Price gibt es viele andere talentierte Spieler, die ständig auf der Jagd nach dem Platz an der Spitze sind. Spieler wie **Michael van Gerwen**, **Peter Wright** und **Gary Anderson** haben alle Weltmeistertitel gewonnen und sind ständige Bedrohungen für die Nummer 1.

Michael van Gerwen

Michael van Gerwen, der aus den Niederlanden stammt, ist einer der bekanntesten Darts-Spieler der Welt. Er war in der Vergangenheit mehrfach Weltmeister und hat eine beeindruckende Anzahl an Turnieren gewonnen. Van Gerwen hat einen aggressiven Spielstil und ist dafür bekannt, hohe Punktzahlen in kurzer Zeit zu erzielen.

Peter Wright

Peter Wright, auch bekannt als “Snakebite”, ist ein weiterer Top-Spieler, der regelmäßig an der Spitze der Rangliste steht. Er ist bekannt für seine auffälligen Outfits und seinen kreativen Spielstil. Wright hat das Talent, in entscheidenden Momenten starke Leistungen zu zeigen, und hat sich in den letzten Jahren als ernstzunehmender Herausforderer etabliert.

Die Bedeutung des Platzes Nummer 1

An der Spitze der Rangliste zu stehen, bedeutet nicht nur, der beste Spieler zu sein, sondern auch eine große Verantwortung zu tragen. Der Weltmeister Nummer 1 ist das Aushängeschild des Dartsports und hat Einfluss auf die Wahrnehmung des Spiels in der Öffentlichkeit.

Sponsoring und Medienpräsenz

Spieler an der Spitze der Rangliste ziehen oft Sponsoren an, was zu höheren Einnahmen und mehr Medienaufmerksamkeit führt. Diese Spieler sind häufig in Werbekampagnen vertreten und haben die Möglichkeit, ihre Markenpartnerschaften zu erweitern.

Vorbildfunktion

Als Weltmeister Nummer 1 fungiert der Spieler auch als Vorbild für aufstrebende Talente. Junge Spieler, die den Sport betreten, schauen sich die Techniken und den Umgang der Besten an und versuchen, ihre Fähigkeiten zu verbessern. Die Verantwortung, die mit diesem Status einhergeht, ist nicht zu unterschätzen.

Fazit

Gerwyn Price ist derzeit der Darts-Weltmeister Nummer 1 und hat sich durch seine beeindruckenden Leistungen und seinen einzigartigen Spielstil an die Spitze gekämpft. Der Dartsport ist dynamisch und wettbewerbsintensiv, und die Spieler müssen ständig an ihren Fähigkeiten arbeiten, um an der Spitze zu bleiben.

Die Rangliste spiegelt nicht nur die Fähigkeiten der Spieler wider, sondern auch die Leidenschaft und das Engagement, das sie in diesen faszinierenden Sport stecken. Darts hat sich zu einer globalen Sportart entwickelt, und die Bedeutung der Spieler an der Spitze wird weiterhin wachsen, während neue Talente auf dem Weg sind, die nächste Generation von Champions zu werden.

In den kommenden Jahren wird es spannend sein zu beobachten, wie sich die Rangliste entwickelt und welche Spieler möglicherweise die Krone von Gerwyn Price übernehmen wollen. Eines ist sicher: Darts bleibt ein spannender Sport, der sowohl Spieler als auch Zuschauer fesselt.

[molsons112000]

You can make a great living playing darts. Now this is one It's sport sex doesn't matter.

If you want, you can have men's and women's brackets, y, or you could just raise the prizes. This is one sport u want everybody to be in it together because the tournaments will be bigger. The prizes will be bigger. The fan base will be bigger and you need size. So this sport you wouldn't divide...

The amount of money that dart tournaments pay out varies depending on the tournament, but here are some examples: 

Premier League Darts

In 2022, the total prize fund for this tournament was £1 million, which was split between eight players. The tournament also offered a £10,000 bonus during the first 16 weeks. 

PDC World Darts Championship

In 2024, the winner of this tournament received £500,000, the runner-up received £200,000, the semi-finalists received £100,000, and the quarter-finalists received £50,000. In 2024, a 16-year-old named Luke Littler reached the final of this tournament and won £200,000. 

World Darts Matchplay

In 2022, the total prize fund for this tournament increased to £800,000, with the champion receiving £200,000. 

Other major tournaments that dart players can compete in include the World Grand Prix, the European Championship, and the Grand Slam of Darts. 

How much does a darts player earn and are the top stars really living ...

Jan 31, 2024 — Already that's £6000 from that example. Then you have to pay your manager if you have one – most do - and that will be another percentage to pay out...

Sporting Life

Darts are primarily a british game. But they can expand globally.

darts popular worldwide?

Darts is both a professional shooting sport and a traditional pub game. Darts is commonly played in the British Isles, and recreationally enjoyed around the world.

https://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Darts

Darts - Wikipedia

NPR

https://www.npr.org › 2023/01/03

The World Darts Championship attracts sports fans and ...

Jan 3, 2023 — NPR's Juana Summers talks with culture writer Lauren O'Neill about the spectacle at the World Darts Championship, which wrapped up

So since the fan base for darts tends to be over fifty five, that means the fan base tends to have lots of money....

What is the demographic of darts?

Adult darts fans tend to be older: just 18% are aged 18-34 compared to 27% of the general sports-watching population, while 45% (vs. 40% of sports fans) are over 55.Jan 15, 2024

https://business.yougov.com › 483...

Luke Littler loses, but could he expand the audience ... - YouGov

What age group holds the most wealth?

Most wealth still held by older Americans

For instance, people over 55 controlled about $74.5 trillion in wealth at the start of 2019. By July 2023, that percentage jumped 30% — to $97.3 trillion, or more than 10 times the wealth held by people under 40.Feb 7, 2024

https://www.cbsnews.com

Since the pandemic, one age group has seen its wealth surge - CBS News

[realsociedadrealmadriddndever]

¿Cuáles son los jugadores más exitosos en la historia del Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos?

¿Cuáles son los jugadores más exitosos en la historia del Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos?

Jugadores más exitosos en la historia

Los jugadores más exitosos en la historia del fútbol han dejado una huella imborrable en el deporte rey. Estas leyendas han conquistado títulos, récords y corazones de aficionados en todo el mundo. Entre ellos destacan figuras como Pelé, considerado por muchos como el mejor futbolista de todos los tiempos. El brasileño ganó tres Copas del Mundo y anotó más de 1000 goles a lo largo de su impresionante carrera.

Otro jugador legendario es Diego Maradona, el talentoso argentino que deslumbró al mundo con su genialidad en el campo. Maradona lideró a la selección argentina a la victoria en el Mundial de 1986 y dejó para la posteridad el famoso "Gol del Siglo" y la "Mano de Dios".

No se puede hablar de los jugadores más exitosos sin mencionar a Lionel Messi, el astro argentino que ha batido innumerables récords y conquistado múltiples títulos con el FC Barcelona. Messi ha sido galardonado con varios Balones de Oro y ha demostrado una consistencia asombrosa a lo largo de los años.

Otros jugadores como Cristiano Ronaldo, Zinedine Zidane, Johan Cruyff y Ronaldo Nazário también han dejado una marca imborrable en la historia del fútbol, demostrando su talento, dedicación y pasión por el deporte. Estos jugadores han inspirado a generaciones enteras y seguirán siendo recordados como referentes indiscutibles del fútbol mundial.

Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos

El Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos, conocido también como PDC World Darts Championship, es uno de los eventos más emocionantes y esperados en el mundo del dardos profesional. Celebrado anualmente en Londres, este torneo reúne a los mejores jugadores de dardos de todo el planeta para competir por el codiciado título de campeón mundial.

La atmósfera en el Alexandra Palace durante el Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos es única y llena de energía. Los aficionados llenan el recinto con sus cánticos y aplausos, creando un ambiente vibrante que hace que cada lanzamiento sea aún más emocionante.

Los jugadores más destacados, como Michael van Gerwen, Peter Wright y Gerwyn Price, se enfrentan en intensos duelos donde la precisión, la concentración y los nervios de acero son fundamentales para alcanzar la gloria. Cada partido es un espectáculo en sí mismo, con momentos de tensión, emoción y grandes actuaciones que mantienen a los espectadores al borde de sus asientos.

El Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos no solo es una competición deportiva de alto nivel, sino también un evento que ha ganado popularidad a nivel mundial, atrayendo a una amplia audiencia que sigue con entusiasmo cada lanzamiento y cada partida. Ya sea un aficionado casual o un seguidor apasionado del dardos, este torneo ofrece emoción y entretenimiento para todos los gustos.

En resumen, el Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos es una celebración del talento, la habilidad y la pasión por este deporte que ha conquistado a tantos seguidores en todo el mundo.

Historia del Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos

El Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos, también conocido como PDC World Darts Championship, es uno de los eventos más esperados y destacados en el mundo de los dardos profesionales. Esta competencia anual reúne a los mejores jugadores de dardos del mundo para competir por el prestigioso título de campeón mundial.

La historia de este campeonato se remonta a 1994, cuando la Professional Darts Corporation (PDC) organizó por primera vez el torneo. Desde entonces, el campeonato ha crecido en popularidad y ha atraído a una audiencia global apasionada por este emocionante deporte.

El campeonato se lleva a cabo en el famoso Alexandra Palace de Londres y se extiende a lo largo de varias semanas, culminando en una emocionante final que determina al campeón del mundo de dardos. Durante el torneo, los jugadores compiten en intensos enfrentamientos uno a uno, demostrando su habilidad, precisión y sangre fría en cada lanzamiento.

A lo largo de los años, el Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos ha visto surgir a grandes leyendas del deporte, como Phil Taylor, Michael van Gerwen y Gary Anderson, quienes han dejado una huella imborrable en la historia de este campeonato.

En la actualidad, el campeonato sigue atrayendo a miles de fanáticos y espectadores que disfrutan de la emoción y la tensión de cada partida, convirtiéndolo en uno de los eventos más importantes y esperados en el mundo de los dardos.

Jugadores destacados en el Campeonato del Mundo

En cada Campeonato del Mundo de fútbol, se destacan jugadores que logran sobresalir por su desempeño en el campo. Estos futbolistas no solo representan a sus países, sino que también inspiran a una audiencia global con su habilidad y talento.

Uno de los jugadores destacados en la historia de los Mundiales es Pelé, el legendario delantero brasileño que conquistó tres títulos mundiales con su país en 1958, 1962 y 1970. Con su habilidad para marcar goles y su carisma en el campo, Pelé es recordado como uno de los mejores jugadores en la historia del fútbol.

Otro futbolista que dejó su huella en los Mundiales es Diego Maradona, el talentoso mediocampista argentino que lideró a su selección al título en 1986. Maradona es recordado por su famoso "Gol del Siglo" y la "Mano de Dios", dos momentos icónicos que lo convirtieron en una leyenda del fútbol.

Más recientemente, jugadores como Lionel Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo y Neymar han brillado en los Mundiales con su habilidad excepcional y liderazgo en el campo. Estos futbolistas han cautivado a la audiencia con su talento y han llevado a sus selecciones a lograr grandes hazañas en la competición más importante del fútbol.

En resumen, los jugadores destacados en el Campeonato del Mundo no solo son atletas excepcionales, sino también inspiraciones para futuras generaciones de futbolistas y aficionados de todo el mundo. Su legado perdurará en la historia del fútbol y seguirán siendo recordados como los mejores en la máxima competición a nivel de selecciones nacionales.

Títulos en el Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos

Los títulos en el Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos son codiciados trofeos que destacan la destreza y habilidad de los jugadores de élite en este popular deporte. Este torneo anual, organizado por la Professional Darts Corporation (PDC) y la British Darts Organisation (BDO), reúne a los mejores darderos del mundo para competir por el prestigioso título de campeón del mundo.

El evento principal del campeonato es el Campeonato Mundial de Dardos de la PDC, que se celebra cada año en el Alexandra Palace de Londres. Los participantes compiten en intensos enfrentamientos en los que demuestran su precisión, concentración y habilidad para lanzar los dardos con la máxima exactitud.

El torneo ha visto a legendarios jugadores como Phil Taylor, Michael van Gerwen y Gary Anderson alcanzar la gloria al coronarse como campeones del mundo en múltiples ocasiones. Estos jugadores han dejado una huella imborrable en la historia del dardo profesional y han inspirado a una nueva generación de aficionados a seguir el deporte con pasión y emoción.

Los títulos en el Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos son el sello distintivo de la excelencia en este deporte tan competitivo y exigente. Los campeones son admirados y respetados por su habilidad excepcional y su capacidad para mantener la calma bajo presión en los momentos más críticos de la competición.

En resumen, los títulos en el Campeonato del Mundo de Dardos son el máximo reconocimiento para los darderos profesionales que dedican su vida a perfeccionar su arte y a llevar el emocionante mundo del dardo a nuevas alturas de excelencia deportiva.

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Sede del Campeonato Mundial de Dardos PDC 2024

La sede del Campeonato Mundial de Dardos PDC 2024 promete ser un evento emocionante para todos los amantes de este deporte tan popular y emocionante. La Professional Darts Corporation (PDC) ha confirmado que el torneo se llevará a cabo en un lugar emblemático que aún no se ha revelado, pero se espera que sea un escenario impresionante que se sume a la emoción del campeonato.

Los aficionados al dardo de todo el mundo esperan con ansias este evento, que reúne a los mejores jugadores de dardos del planeta en una competencia llena de talento, emoción y drama. El Campeonato Mundial de Dardos de la PDC es uno de los torneos más prestigiosos del calendario de dardos y atrae a una amplia audiencia tanto en persona como a través de las transmisiones televisivas.

Durante el torneo, los jugadores demostrarán sus habilidades y destrezas en cada lanzamiento de dardo, compitiendo por el codiciado título de campeón del mundo. La atmósfera en la sede del evento promete ser electrizante, con miles de fanáticos apoyando a sus jugadores favoritos y creando un ambiente inigualable de celebración y competencia.

El Campeonato Mundial de Dardos PDC 2024 promete ser un evento inolvidable que marcará un hito en la historia de este deporte tan apasionante. ¡Prepárate para disfrutar de lo mejor del dardo mundial en esta competencia de alto nivel!

Ubicación del Torneo de Dardos PDC 2024

El Torneo de Dardos PDC es uno de los eventos más esperados por los amantes de este deporte a nivel mundial. La ubicación del Torneo de Dardos PDC 2024 ha sido anunciada, y en esta ocasión se llevará a cabo en el famoso Alexandra Palace en Londres, Inglaterra.

El Alexandra Palace, también conocido como "Ally Pally", es un lugar emblemático que ha albergado el Torneo de Dardos PDC en varias ocasiones. Con su impresionante arquitectura y su rica historia, este recinto ofrece el escenario perfecto para que los mejores jugadores de dardos del mundo se enfrenten en una competencia emocionante y llena de acción.

Los aficionados al dardo tienen la oportunidad de presenciar de cerca la magia de este deporte en un ambiente único y lleno de energía. El Torneo de Dardos PDC 2024 promete ser una experiencia inolvidable tanto para los participantes como para el público asistente.

Además de disfrutar de las emocionantes partidas de dardos, los espectadores también pueden explorar los alrededores del Alexandra Palace y descubrir todo lo que esta icónica ciudad tiene para ofrecer. Con sus atracciones turísticas, restaurantes y tiendas, Londres es el destino ideal para combinar la pasión por el dardo con una experiencia cultural única.

En resumen, la ubicación del Torneo de Dardos PDC 2024 en el Alexandra Palace de Londres promete ser un evento imperdible para todos los amantes de este apasionante deporte. ¡Prepárate para vivir momentos emocionantes y celebrar la destreza de los mejores jugadores de dardos del mundo!

Lugar de la Edición PDC World Darts Championship 2024

El Lugar de la Edición del Campeonato Mundial de Dardos PDC 2024 es uno de los eventos más esperados en el mundo de los dardos. Este prestigioso campeonato se llevará a cabo en el famoso Alexandra Palace en Londres, Inglaterra. Conocido como "Ally Pally" por los aficionados, este icónico recinto ha sido la sede de numerosos torneos de dardos de renombre y es el lugar perfecto para albergar la emoción y la intensidad del PDC World Darts Championship.

El Alexandra Palace es famoso por su atmósfera única y vibrante, que crea un ambiente inigualable para los jugadores y los espectadores por igual. Con capacidad para miles de aficionados, el recinto ofrece una experiencia inolvidable para todos los amantes del dardo que acuden a presenciar el torneo en persona.

Además de su impresionante ambiente, el Alexandra Palace cuenta con instalaciones de primera clase para garantizar que el campeonato se desarrolle sin contratiempos. Desde las zonas de juego hasta las zonas de hospitalidad, todo está diseñado para ofrecer la mejor experiencia posible a todos los participantes.

Sin duda, el Alexandra Palace es el lugar perfecto para albergar la edición 2024 del PDC World Darts Championship. Con su historia única, su atmósfera incomparable y sus instalaciones de primer nivel, este emblemático recinto promete ser el escenario de un campeonato emocionante y lleno de acción que cautivará a los aficionados de los dardos de todo el mundo. ¡No te pierdas la emoción del campeonato en el Alexandra Palace en 2024!

Ciudad Anfitriona del Campeonato de Dardos PDC 2024

La Ciudad Anfitriona del Campeonato de Dardos PDC 2024 ha sido seleccionada y está lista para recibir a los mejores jugadores de dardos del mundo en este emocionante evento. Este campeonato es uno de los más prestigiosos en el calendario de dardos y atrae a una amplia audiencia de aficionados y seguidores de este deporte.

El torneo se llevará a cabo en un impresionante escenario, donde los jugadores competirán en intensos enfrentamientos para demostrar quién es el mejor en el arte del lanzamiento de dardos. La Ciudad Anfitriona ha preparado una serie de actividades y eventos paralelos para que los aficionados puedan disfrutar de una experiencia completa durante su estancia.

Además de la competición en sí, el Campeonato de Dardos PDC 2024 también ofrece la oportunidad de conocer de cerca a los jugadores, conseguir autógrafos y disfrutar de momentos memorables junto a grandes leyendas de este deporte. Sin duda, este evento promete emoción, diversión y entretenimiento para todos los asistentes.

Los aficionados al dardo y los seguidores del campeonato estarán atentos a cada lanzamiento, a cada partida y a cada momento de tensión que se viva en la Ciudad Anfitriona. Con una atmósfera única y llena de energía, este campeonato promete ser inolvidable para todos los amantes de este apasionante deporte. ¡Que comiencen los lanzamientos y que gane el mejor jugador de dardos del mundo en el Campeonato de Dardos PDC 2024!

Organización del Mundial de Dardos PDC 2024

La Organización del Mundial de Dardos PDC es un evento de renombre en el mundo de los dardos que reúne a los mejores jugadores de esta disciplina para competir por el título de campeón mundial. En el año 2024, la edición de este torneo promete ser una de las más emocionantes hasta la fecha.

La Professional Darts Corporation (PDC) se encarga de organizar este evento de gran magnitud, que suele tener lugar en el famoso Alexandra Palace de Londres. Desde la fase de clasificación hasta la gran final, la emoción y la tensión están garantizadas en cada partida.

Los jugadores más destacados del mundo se preparan durante todo el año para llegar en su mejor forma a este campeonato. Phil Taylor, Michael van Gerwen, Gary Anderson y otros grandes nombres del dardo mundial se enfrentarán en intensos duelos que mantendrán a los fanáticos al borde de sus asientos.

Además de la competencia en sí, el ambiente festivo y la pasión de los aficionados crean una atmósfera única que convierte al Mundial de Dardos PDC en un espectáculo inolvidable. La combinación de habilidad, concentración y nervios de acero hacen de este torneo uno de los más seguidos en el mundo de los deportes de precisión.

En resumen, la Organización del Mundial de Dardos PDC 2024 promete emociones fuertes, sorpresas y momentos inolvidables para todos los amantes de este apasionante deporte. ¡Que comience el juego!

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PDC Europe TV Spielplan

Die Professional Darts Corporation (PDC) Europe ist eine der führenden Organisationen im professionellen Dartsport in Europa. Die PDC Europe organisiert erstklassige Dartturniere und bietet den Fans die Möglichkeit, alle spannenden Momente der Spiele live zu verfolgen. Hier ist der aktuelle PDC Europe TV Spielplan.

Die PDC Europe TV Übertragungen ermöglichen es den Fans, die besten Darts-Spieler Europas in actionreichen Matches zu sehen. In diesem Spielplan finden sich die wichtigsten Turniere der PDC Europe, die im deutschen Fernsehen übertragen werden.

Das erste Highlight im PDC Europe TV Spielplan ist das European Darts Grand Prix. Dieses Turnier findet normalerweise im Mai statt und lockt die besten europäischen Spieler an. Die Fans können alle Spiele dieses Turniers auf PDC Europe TV verfolgen und mitfiebern, wenn die Pfeile fliegen.

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Die Professional Darts Corporation (PDC) ist weltweit führend in der Organisation von professionellen Darts-Turnieren. Wer ein Fan dieser aufregenden Sportart ist, sollte unbedingt das PDC Europe TV abonnieren. In diesem Artikel erfahren Sie, warum es sich lohnt, ein Abonnement abzuschließen.

Das PDC Europe TV bietet den Zuschauern die Möglichkeit, alle wichtigen Darts-Turniere live zu verfolgen. Von der prestigeträchtigen PDC World Championship bis zu den European Tour Events und den Players Championship Turnieren - alle spannenden Matches werden auf PDC Europe TV übertragen. Mit einem Abonnement verpassen Sie keine einzige Aufnahme mehr und können Ihre Lieblingsspieler hautnah erleben.

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