#t: ringside

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Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

Unshaken from Red Dead Redemption 2

vs.

Ringside from Rhythm Heaven Fever

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Note: The propaganda contains spoilers for Red Dead Redemption 2.

Unshaken:

Spoilers ahead for Red Dead Redemption 2: This song made me cry the first and second times I played RDR2. You lost two dear friends in a robbery gone very, very wrong. You got stuck on a nightmare island for a month with all the worst people in your gang. You're struggling with your loyalty to the gang leader, who no longer seems fully loyal to you or anyone you care about. You've been feeling poorly. Probably the humid tropical air. Probably. You finally get back to the mainland and are tasked with finding the gang members who escaped, so you steal a horse and ride it back to the old hideout, knowing they're not likely to be there anymore. The sun rises as you ride through the swamps and fields. It begins to rain. And this beautiful tearjerker of a song plays. Your world is falling down around you. All you want is to get out safe with your people. That's looking less and less likely every day. "May I stand unshaken / Amid, amidst a crashing world"

[littlemagicalstardust]

*Possible Dynamite Spoiler Alert involving Chuckie T* We may or may not see Chuckie T ringside during a moment in the show tomorrow! A page I check for taping spoilers mentions in their reports that he was seen ringside at one point. I won't fully leak what moment this is in case people want to be surprised but I will keep an eye out for it and will share tomorrow if he is actually seen. The report page goes fully in, detailing things that happen at tapings so it's highly possible. *EDIT: Can confirm from a photo at the taping, he IS ringside during a moment!* However please know that while I say this, I'm NOT sure if he will be seen on the actual tv taping... it's possible we might see him in the background of a moment but until the episode airs, we don't know. Just know, if the reports are true, he was at the very least, hanging out ringside during a moment of the show and I'm so happy for him!

[talentforlying]

oh it is fight night on the dash babey, everybody grab a steel chair!

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hi gorgeous how you doing? I have a request for a few things so just hear me up on this. I just had this in my mind by the way jey uso x reader Rhea and Damian has been friends with the reader since NX T but when the Yeet master comes along they started to be friends but the reader gets hurt  badly not so good judgement day ( i’m sorry to say that but the new judgement day nah) and who comes out and saves them terror twins and jey

jey uso x reader (romantic) / terror twins x reader (platonic)

likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed !!!

‼️ a little angsty, fluff, the new judgment day being awful (just like they are)

forever my girl

the bond between you, damian and rhea was unique. you’ve been friends since the old days at nxt, where the three of you tried to make it up to the top in the company. if you had any problem, any doubt, any question, you knew that you could count on rhea and damian, the same way they could count on you.

you all made it big, being drafted from nxt to smackdown and raw where you all gained more respect and success.

being on the big rosters meant that you all got to make more friends and so a few people started hanging out with you.

rhea and damian got lucky that they got paired together for being a part of the judgment day while managers thought of giving you a solo push. it was working really good for you as you have been both raw and smackdown woman’s champion. you won your matches at wrestlemania and summerslam, so everything was really working out for you.

even if you were all pretty booked, you never stopped seeing each others outside work. a few people joined you too, especially jey uso who couldn’t stop teasing and annoying rhea. you thought it was funny and you pranked her a few times together.

jey was nice to hang out with. he was kind and funny and never fail to make you laugh. you were all like one big happy family, the judgment day members too. but when the judgment day broke up at summerslam you knew that rhea and damian were going to be alone. jey was busy with the whole bloodline mess again and you knew that you had to pick a side.

so you went ringside at bash in berlin and stopped finn when he tried to ruin the match for rhea and damian. you helped rhea when her leg got stuck over the ring and you were ringside again when, much to your surprise, jey joined damian in a tag team match.

but now it was you facing liv morgan. one on one. and it was an easy match as you were basically destroying her. she wasn’t as strong as you were and it was easy for you to pin her down quickly. she was mad that she lost and of course, in judgment day style, she started hitting you. she hit your back while the ref held up your arm as you won the match. your back immediately feeling an intense pain, you tried to get up but she shoved you on the ground. finn, dom, jd and carlito circling the ring, so now you were trapped. live kept hurting you and it felt like hell.

suddenly, rhea’s music echoed in the arena and she tried to run as fast as she could to help you inside the ring.

but she was alone and hurt so she was an easy target for the group. only a few minutes later both damian and jey ran out and followed rhea’s lead.

as rhea tried to stop dominik from running away, finn and damian began fighting. jey ran inside the ring and liv, as the coward that she is, ran away and tried to save dom from rhea.

you were laying there, hurting.

jey kneeled next to you, trying to see if you were still conscious “y/n…” he softly whispered “are you still with me love?”

you wanted to answer but no words came out of your mouth, instead you nodded but the slightest movement made your head pulse.

“medical staff is coming…we got you, i got you love” he gently whispered, moving some hair from your face.

“everything hurts…” you whimpered, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. jey’s heart broke, he couldn’t stand to see you in pain.

he didn’t understand why. it’s not like you were dating but the idea of seeing you hurt and crying made his blood boil. he was so mad and at the same time so conflicted because he couldn’t do anything to help you.

medical staff got there immediately and when they tried to move you, a soft scream left your lips that made jey shiver.

“i got you love…” he whispered “let me carry you backstage okay? the stretcher is too uncomfortable for you…” you nodded at his proposal and even though you felt like your whole body was in flames “hey shh…i got you, you’re safe with me” he gently whispered leaving a kiss on your forehead “i got you” he kept repeating, mostly to himself because he needed to be sure that you were okay.

once he brought you backstage, rhea and damian followed along, both worried about your condition. jey followed the staff instructions and he gently laid you down over the stretcher waiting for you in the medical room.

“she will be okay” one of the nurses tried to reassure the trio but non of them dared to leave the room.

rhea and damian were pissed. it wasn’t fair for you. you won your match without cheating and yet they cheated and doing so, you ended up badly injured. jey was stressing out, he couldn’t really understand what he was feeling. he always thought that you were beautiful and kind but he never thought about you in a romantic way so why was he so angry? why was he hurting? he hated seeing you barely conscious on that bed, doctors working on you. you shouldn’t be there, no, you should be backstage happily celebrating your victory with your friends and family.

“is she okay?” jey asked, pacing back and forth around the room.

“we are still checking her out…she has a concussion from the hit on the head she got when liv attacked her from behind…probably a few broken ribs but she should be fine…we still need time to finish all the tests” one of the doctor spoke and jey felt like fainting. he was beyond mad.

rhea and damian watched how stressed jey was and they couldn’t really understand why.

“uce” damian called him “what’s going on?”

“what you mean?” he pretended everything was fine.

“we mean, why are you so stressed? rhea stepped up.

“why aren’t you? she is your best friend and you’re here without saying or doing anything…” he said, passing a hand over his hair.

“uce you gotta stay calm…” damian tried one more time.

“i can’t…” he whispered, trying not to break.

“what is going on jey?” rhea was confused. she never seen jey so agitated and uneasy.

he took a chair next to them and shook his head “i don’t know…when i saw her in the ring and she couldn’t move, i felt like someone was ripping part of my body off…i don’t know how to explain it but it hurts seeing her like this…and when i brought her backstage she was softly crying in my arms…and i couldn’t do anything to help her…”

damian was still confused but rhea immediately understood why jey was acting like that. a smirk appeared on her face, shocked that none of the men were able to understand the situation.

men - she thought.

“you have feelings for her jey” rhea said, a little smile appearing on her face.

“what?” he was shocked. he knew he had feelings for you but hearing someone saying that out loud made him unsure.

“you like her and it’s pretty evident. you can’t even stay sit for five minutes, always checking on her or what the doctors are doing…you have feelings for her and that’s okay…she’s my best friend and if you hurt her i’m gonna kick your ass, but you like her and that’s normal…” rhea tried to reassure a very confused and scared jey uso.

he looked at rhea with a confused look. maybe she was right. he couldn’t understand the sudden pull towards you. but all the time you’ve spent together, pranking rhea, flying together, watching movies and training together, he never realised how much he actually liked you and now, seeing you hurt, laying on a hospital bed made him feel so helpless. he wished he realised it sooner, he wished he could tell you how much he likes you.

“she needs to rest…at least one month at home, no wrestling, no training, just rest so she can get better” the doctor said to the three adults. all of them nodding their heads before medical staff left the room, leaving them alone for some privacy.

“do you wanna stay alone with her?” rhea asked jey. he nodded, moving the chair next to your bed while the duo left. you were still unconscious. jey didn’t know if you actually fainted or if the doctors gave you some painkillers to ease your pain and to calm you down, but anyway, both cases sounded bad to him as he wanted to see you awake and smiling.

he gently stroked your cheek, his calloused hand moving delicately on your face “you’re so pretty y/n” he smiled to himself “i wish i realised sooner what i feel for you…”

you, on the other hand, woke up when the doctors explained that you had a concussion to the team. you heard rhea talking with jey, you heard him confessing. you didn’t know what to feel. you’ve always had a little crush for the twin but the idea of him actually being in love with you never crossed your mind.

your body was still on fire, your head hurting but you needed to let jey know that you were there, that it wasn’t his fault, that you were in good hands and that you were going to be okay.

“jey…” your broken voice caught his attention.

“hey…” he whispered, a soft breath escaping his lips, relaxing a little bit.

you coughed a little before opening your eyes. they were burning, meeting the strong and white light of the room. it took you a few minutes to get adjusted to the ambient light and temperature “by the way, i think you’re very handsome…” you took him off guard and you saw it by his embarrassed face.

“how much did you hear?”

“pretty much everything” you tried to laugh but you coughed more and jey, trying not to panic, handed you a glass of water “thanks…”

he smiled “so you weren’t sleeping uh?”

“i was but you all couldn’t keep your mouth shut and you woke me up” you made him laugh. that’s what he always liked about you. your sarcasm and funny personality, the way you always tried to find the good in bad situations. you were so similar and yet so different at the same time.

“everything i said it’s true…i like you, i should have realised it sooner…but i really, really like you…” he confessed once again, making you smile. you tried your best to not to laugh but he was jey uso, always trying to be funny and sarcastic, so a few laughs escaped your lips “girl, im trying to be serious”

“sorry sorry…” you smiled, making him chuckle “but i think you’re pretty cool too…”

“just cool?” he teased you.

“cool, funny, very good looking…” you were playing his game and he loved it. you were making him go crazy “and i think i like you too…fuck, i’ve had a crush on you since rhea introduced us…”

“oh wow, you’re good at keeping secrets uh?” he winked, making you laugh again “would you like to be my girl?” his voice got a little bit too serious now “i’m serious when i say that i like you, a lot…i’m probably just too stupid because i could have realised it sooner…but i promise you that i’ll be here for you, i’ll help you heal and you’ll get stronger than ever…”

“this means a lot to me…it sucks not being able to be at bad blood though…i needed to see liv crying after she loses the title” you faked being disappointed, earning a laugh from the uso.

“i’ll take care of you girl, my girl, forever my girl if you let me…” he whispered, looking into your eyes.

“how can i say no when you look at me like that?” you matched his serious tone, making him smile.

“then say yes…be my girl” he moved closer to you, sitting on the bed instead of the chair next to you. his hand gently caressing your cheek, brushing delicately over your lips.

“yes…” you whispered meeting his smile.

he felt relieved that you were okay. probably not okay mentally and definitely not physically but you were there with him. comfortable in his touch and that was enough for him.

[fanfictionsweetheart]

Crazy

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Reader

Summary: It’s Wrestlemania and (Name) gets to see her man win the Intercontinental Championship.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): none really, major fluff, suggestive talk

Word Count: 1084

A/N: This is my first ever RPF fic of any kind, but I fell back into my WWE bullshit mainly because of Dom and I’m not even sorry. I’m just experimenting but so far I like it. I have an idea for a smutty follow up to this fic. Anyway, enjoy.

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If you had told (Name) that she would be in the crowd at Wrestlemania a year ago, she would have rolled her eyes.

If you had told her she would be there because she was dating someone involved in the WWE, she would have called you crazy.

And if you had told her that the someone involved just happens to be a wrestler so many people loved to hate but she just loved, she would have said you were out of your mind.

But a meet and greet a year prior had led to a private coffee date the next day.

And where he was cruel and cocky in the ring...Dominik Mysterio was an amazing boyfriend. He was still cocky, but it mostly just made (Name) laugh. He was cute when he leaned into the heel personality at random. Truth be told she fed into it more often than not.

It wasn’t her fault that the “Daddy Dom” thing could make her weak in the knees.

He had said he could get her a seat in a sky box if she wanted. But she told him no, if she had her choice she wanted to be ringside. Close as possible in the crowd. She wanted to feel the moment.

Even though they were together it wasn’t well known, since on screen he was with Liv, who was honestly the real life couple’s biggest cheerleader. She thought they were so cute together. And tonight (Name) was Dom's biggest cheerleader.

She was wearing one of his merch shirts (the Latino Cheat t-shirt that she’s cut the sleeves off of) in the biggest size she could get to wear it as a dress over some sheer tights along with fishnets over top.

She liked how sexy she felt. And he loved to see her in his merch. (Not all of that ego was just for show)

She cheered loudly when his entrance music began. She knew his eyes would scan the crowd for her and she could practically feel when they landed on her. Her whole body on fire as their eyes met for a moment. The cocky grin on his face grew when he saw her.

She couldn’t help but feel a little cocky herself that she got such a reaction out of him.

There was something to be said about watching a pro-wrestling match in person. There was nothing like it. Being in the crowd cheering and screaming with every moment. The electricity in the arena was intoxicating.

And it was even more so when the man you were in love with was one of the men in the ring.

She always rolled her eyes at the commentators talking about ‘Dirty Dom’, she knew it was their job, and if Dominik wasn’t bothered she wouldn’t let herself be. Sometimes they were outright ridiculous.

She was on the edge of her seat. She didn’t know the outcome, she never asked for insider info. She wanted to be as surprised as she always was when she was just a fan.

The cheer she let out when he won the Intercontinental Championship bubbled up from deep inside of her. He deserved it. He had worked so hard.

She wanted to cry, she was so happy for him.

After the replay when he ran back out to celebrate once more a few tears did escape as she cheered for him. The entire stadium had erupted for him.

Their eyes met for a moment and it was like he was brandishing the title just for her. Showing off.

God she was proud of him.

She waited until the last match had finished to slip away from her seat and make her way backstage to find her boyfriend. She had a VIP badge of course.

She was directed towards his dressing room, the new Judgement Day’s clubhouse. She may have been a woman on a mission but she did greet a few of the wrestlers she knew better as she walked. Dominik was outside his dressing room finishing up a quick interview, but he caught sight of her right away. She grinned and waited until the cameras were off of him to hurry over.

Practically throwing herself into his arms when she got close enough. Dominik easily lifted her up to spin her around making her laugh mix with his.

“I’m so happy for you, babe,” she said when her feet were back on the ground.

“I may not have said it on camera but that win was for you,” He said before kissing her.

She giggled, he was a total sappy romantic behind the scenes. And she loved it. She kissed back, her arms locked around his neck melting into his embrace.

He broke from her lips grinning like an idiot. He looked so cute when he smiled like that. She cupped his cheeks and pecked his lips once more. His hands rested on her hips and hers went back to set on his shoulders.

“You think you’re up for traveling with me now?” He asked with a laugh.

He’d been hinting at it for a while now, but she had wanted to set up a few things before she could feel comfortable doing so. Mainly checking if she could work remotely or not.

“Of course,” She said, “I got everything taken care of with my boss.”

“You know you don’t gotta work if you don’t want to, I can take care of you,” Dominik murmured.

She just shook her head, huffing a laugh. She’d told him before that she didn’t mind working. And she wouldn’t even think of not having a job unless they were married. And while they loved each other she didn’t know if he was ready for that kind of commitment yet.

But if he asked she knew she would say yes.

She wasn’t going to say that here though. So she just kissed him once more.

She leaned in to murmur in his ear, “I know you have more you gotta do tonight, but save some energy to see the surprise I’ve got under this to celebrate.”

Dominik had to control himself from groaning audibly and just squeezed her hips tightly. He couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel that night for another reason now.

(Name) wasn’t the only one who had a surprise for the other tonight. There was a small black box sitting in his duffel bag just waiting for the right moment. And tonight was for sure the right moment.

[xtra7s]

Could you maybe do one where r is a boxer and has like a big fight. Renee x reader

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ─── 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Renee watches as her girlfriend fights in the ring, cheering for her every step of the way.

Content: Renee Rapp x Fem!Reader, R is a boxer, bit of blood/violence, fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: loved this request. hope you enjoy!

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Renee Rapp, adorned in a black jacket and dark clothing, slipped through the bustling crowd at the boxing venue. The air buzzed with anticipation as the murmurs of fans and the distant sounds of a cheering crowd merged into a symphony of excitement. Tonight was no ordinary night. It was Y/N's big fight, and Renee couldn't be prouder.

Her heart raced as she made her way to the ringside. The atmosphere was charged with energy, and the stadium lights illuminated the boxing ring, revealing a mix of nerves and determination on the faces of the fighters. Renee found her VIP seat, eyes fixed on the ring, eagerly awaiting the moment her girlfriend would make her grand entrance.

The announcer's voice echoed through the venue, introducing the fighters one by one. The cheers of the crowd intensified as Y/N, known as the "Silent Fury" in the ring, stepped into the spotlight. Dressed in her boxing gear, she exuded a quiet confidence that spoke volumes about her dedication and skill.

Renee's heart swelled with pride as Y/N's eyes found hers in the crowd. A silent exchange of love and support passed between them, a connection stronger than any applause or camera flash. Y/N gave a nod, acknowledging Renee's presence, before turning her focus to the impending battle.

The bell rang, and the fight began. Renee's gaze remained unwavering on Y/N as she moved with precision and agility, a true force to be reckoned with. The crowd erupted with every punch thrown, and Renee couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline with each successful strike.

The air in the arena crackled with energy as the fight unfolded in the ring. Y/N, the "Silent Fury," showcased a masterful display of skill and strategy, her movements a dance of controlled aggression. Each punch thrown, each evasive maneuver, spoke volumes about the countless hours of training and dedication that had brought her to this moment.

Renee sat at the edge of her seat, her eyes never leaving Y/N's figure in the ring. The rhythmic thud of gloves meeting flesh, the sharp exhales with each strike—all resonated with a visceral intensity. The crowd roared with approval, their cheers blending into a symphony of adrenaline.

Y/N's opponent, a formidable force in her own right, pushed back with determination. The two fighters engaged in a riveting exchange of blows, a dance of power and resilience. The ebb and flow of the match kept the audience on the edge of their seats, their collective breaths held in anticipation.

Y/N's strategy became clear—meticulous precision paired with explosive bursts of energy. The Silent Fury lived up to her moniker, a calm exterior concealing the storm of determination within. Renee marveled at the way Y/N moved, each motion a testament to her commitment to the sport.

Between rounds, Renee anxiously watched Y/N retreat to her corner. Their eyes met, and Renee offered a reassuring smile. The silent communication spoke volumes – a shared understanding that went beyond words. Y/N's determination never wavered, fueled by the love and support radiating from the woman who stood at the edge of the ring.

As the fight reached its intense climax, Y/N found herself caught in a fierce exchange of blows with her formidable opponent. The air in the arena was thick with tension, and the crowd's cheers and roars intensified with each well-placed punch. The relentless dance in the ring seemed to transcend the physical, echoing the resilience of a fighter unwilling to back down.

In a moment of quick and unexpected retaliation, Y/N took a solid hit to the face. The force of the blow reverberated through the arena, and an audible gasp swept through the spectators. A trickle of warmth signaled that Y/N's nose had borne the brunt of the impact. The crowd fell momentarily silent, the sight of Y/N, bloodied but unbowed, hanging in the air.

Renee's heart skipped a beat as she watched from the ringside, standing up quickly to hold against the bars of the balcony she was on, a mixture of concern and admiration etched across her face. Y/N staggered back, briefly stunned by the hit, but her eyes remained focused, the fire within undiminished. The referee quickly assessed the situation, checking for any signs that might warrant stopping the fight.

Blood dripped from Y/N's nose, staining her boxing gloves, but she shook off the pain and wiped away the blood with a determined swipe of her glove. The taste of iron lingered in her mouth, a visceral reminder of the brutal reality of the sport she loved. The referee gave the signal, and the fight resumed.

In the subsequent rounds, Y/N fought with a newfound ferocity. The adversity only seemed to ignite a spark within her, turning the pain into fuel for her determination. Despite the visible toll on her face, Y/N moved with calculated precision, unleashing a barrage of counterattacks that left her opponent on the defensive.

Renee, her worry transforming into awe, could see the resilience in Y/N's every movement. The crowd, initially hushed by the sight of the injury, now erupted into a chorus of support. Cheers and chants filled the arena as Y/N pushed forward, refusing to let the setback dictate the outcome of the match.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the fight, Y/N stood in the center of the ring, battered and bloodied but victorious. The crowd's thunderous applause and standing ovation were a testament not just to Y/N's skill but to her indomitable spirit.

As the final rounds approached, the tension in the arena reached its zenith. The crowd's cheers reverberated, creating a cacophony of sound that encapsulated the intensity of the moment. Y/N, sweat-soaked and resilient, pressed forward with unwavering determination.

In a climactic exchange, Y/N delivered a powerful combination that left her opponent staggering. The referee stepped in, declaring Y/N the victor. The crowd erupted into a thunderous applause, and Renee jumped to her feet, overcome with joy.

The roar of the crowd still echoed through the arena as Y/N made her way backstage, the taste of victory mingling with the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. Renee, her concern evident in her eyes, rushed to meet Y/N the moment she stepped off the canvas.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Renee's voice was filled with a mixture of worry and pride.

Y/N managed a weary smile, her face still marked by the battle scars of the fight. "I'm good, baby. Just a little banged up, that's all."

As they retreated to a more private area backstage, away from the prying eyes of the media, Renee gently guided Y/N to a chair. She could see the signs of exhaustion etched on Y/N's face, but the fire in her eyes remained unyielding.

"Let me take a look at that," Renee said softly, reaching for a towel to dab away the blood from Y/N's nose.

Y/N winced slightly as Renee touched the tender area. The cut on her nose, while not deep, had left a visible mark. Renee, however, approached the task with a delicate touch, her love and concern evident in every gesture as she brought a hand up to hold Y/N's face still.

"I can't believe you kept going after that hit," Renee murmured, a mix of admiration and concern in her voice.

Y/N chuckled, the sound slightly muffled by the cotton towel pressed against her nose. "Wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, you should've seen the look on her face when I came back swinging."

As Renee cleaned the cut, she couldn't help but marvel at the strength and resilience of the person before her. Y/N's determination, both in the ring and in life, was a source of inspiration. The adrenaline of the fight had given way to a more intimate moment between them, the backstage chaos fading into the background.

Once the bleeding was under control, Renee reached into a nearby medical kit for some ice and a soothing balm. Gently applying the cold compress to the bruised area around Y/N's eye, she spoke in a soothing tone. "You were incredible out there, Y/N. I've never seen anything like it."

Y/N leaned into Renee's touch, grateful for the comfort and care. "Couldn't have done it without you in the crowd, cheering me on. Your presence is my secret weapon. Now kiss it better."

Renee smiled widely, rolling her eyes. "I love you" she murmured, leaving a light kiss on Y/N's nose, as she held her.

As they sat together backstage, the connection between them deepened. The physical wounds would heal, but the bond they shared, forged in the crucible of the fight, remained unbreakable. In that quiet backstage moment, surrounded by the echoes of victory and the gentle hum of their love, Renee and Y/N found solace in each other's presence, knowing that no matter the challenges they faced, they could overcome them together.

[xoxorealitygalore]

Look What You Did 3

Jey Uso x Black OC

Summary: After meeting Joshua, Jalisa embarks on an emotional journey, navigating the vulnerability and joy of an unexpected connection.

Backstage at the T-Mobile Center in Kansas City, Missouri, the energy was thick—buzzing, electric, and vibrating with anticipation. Jalisa sat at ringside, the bright lights overhead casting golden reflections against the polished black of the mat. The arena roared with cheers and jeers, an indistinguishable wave of sound washing over her. She had never been this close to the action before, never felt the shudder of the floor beneath her boots as someone slammed to the canvas, never seen the fierce flicker in a performer’s eyes before a punch was thrown. And tonight, all of it pulsed around her like the very beat of her heart.

Logan Paul stood center ring, microphone in hand, oozing cocky confidence with every gesture. The crowd gave a mixed reaction of some enthralled, others booing without mercy but he basked in it like it was oxygen. His sunglasses gleamed under the floodlights as he paced slowly, talking about his legacy, his dominance, and finally, his desire: a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship.

Jalisa leaned in slightly, arms crossed, intrigued despite herself. The World Heavyweight Title? Was he serious?

Before the crowd could fully digest his words, the champion’s music hit, and a new wave of screams erupted across the arena. Jalisa’s breath caught.

Joshua.

He strode down the ramp with a commanding presence, his long coat trailing behind him, the gold title belt slung over one shoulder. His gaze was locked on Logan, jaw set, eyes hard. In that moment, he didn’t look like someone playing a role, he looked like he was born for it.

The microphone was already in Joshua’s hand by the time he stepped through the ropes.

“You want a title shot?” His voice echoed through the arena, sharp and unwavering. “You think I’m just going to hand over the championship I bled for to some entitled YouTuber playing wrestler?”

The crowd erupted.

Logan fired back with mock laughter, calling out Joshua’s past, dismissing his reign, and daring to say that Joshua would lose this belt faster than he’d lost the Intercontinental Title. The words hadn’t even settled when Joshua’s leg flashed up in a perfect arc, and his boot collided with Logan’s jaw.

Superkick.

Logan crumpled to the mat, the mic skittering across the ring.

Jalisa’s heart skipped a beat. The fire in Joshua’s eyes was alive, blazing with pride, power, and that fierce need to prove himself. He wasn’t just a champion, he was the champion. Her eyes followed his every movement as he stepped out of the ring.

And then he looked at her.

A wink. Then a slight shake of his head, subtle but deliberate, a cue for her to go backstage. She stood immediately, her legs moving before her mind had time to catch up.

The hallway was a flurry of backstage personnel, camera crews, and hushed commentary. Jalisa walked steadily, until suddenly, Joshua was beside her. His arm slipped around her waist in one smooth motion, drawing her close. There was a possessiveness in the way he held her, not aggressive, but undeniably protective.

“Didn’t expect that, huh?” he said with a smirk, his breath warm against her temple.

She smiled despite herself, adrenaline still thrumming in her chest.

They didn’t make it far before another wrestler approached. Bron Breakker, tall, broad-shouldered, with a bright smile that somehow didn’t quite fit his usual tough-guy persona.

“You must be Jalisa,” he said, holding out a hand. “I’m Bron. I’ve heard so much about you. This one here never shuts up about you.”

Jalisa laughed and shook his hand. “I’ve been hearing that a lot. Nice to meet you, Bron.”

Joshua just rolled his eyes and pulled her closer. “Alright, alright. Quit charming my girl.”

As the laughter faded, the three parted ways and the rest of the evening played out like a dream. But it was later at the hotel is when that reality shifted again.

The room was dimly lit. Jalisa lay sprawled on the crisp sheets, her body finally starting to come down from the rush of the evening. Her phone buzzed beside her. She picked it up absently and squinted at the notification.

Flo App: Your period is 6 days late.

Her entire body went rigid. A cold chill ran down her spine.

She sat up quickly, the sheets tangling around her legs, and stumbled into the bathroom. Two pregnancy tests still in the packaging sat under the sink from months ago. With shaky hands, she unwrapped both and took them, watching time tick by at a cruel, glacial pace.

Outside, Joshua stirred. “Jalisa?” he called softly. “You okay?”

She didn’t answer.

The first test chimed. Then the second.

Two clear, pink positives.

Her heart thundered in her chest. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real.

She fumbled for her phone and called the only person she could. Her sister. Tanya.

“Tanya—” Her voice cracked. “I think I’m pregnant.”

Tanya was half-asleep but instantly alert. “Okay, breathe, sis. It’s probably just stress. You’ve been traveling, you’ve been busy.”

“I can’t start over, Tanya,” Jalisa whispered. “I’m forty-six.”

In the background, she heard Joshua shift again. He was awake now.

“You barely know him,” Tanya said gently.

“What would Momma say?” Jalisa asked.

“That you did good,” Tanya teased. “A fine man like that? Worth bringing a baby into the world.”

“Shut up, Tanya,” Jalisa muttered, half-laughing, half-crying.

Then Tanya’s tone turned serious. “What are you going to do? Are you thinking of an abortion?”

Jalisa bit her bottom lip, trembling. “I don’t know… I don’t know if I could go through with it.”

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Open the door, Jalisa,” Joshua said gently.

Her stomach dropped.

“Stay on the phone,” Tanya urged.

“Open the door, baby,” Joshua said again, more insistently now.

The alarm on Jalisa’s phone went off. She glanced back at the two tests on the counter, both still broadcasting their truth.

She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Joshua stepped inside, eyes going straight to the tests.

“Hang up the phone,” he said softly.

“Don’t hang up,” Tanya hissed through the receiver.

“I’ll call you back,” Jalisa said quietly and ended the call before Tanya could protest.

“You didn’t think this was something we should talk about together before calling your sister?” Joshua asked. There was no anger in his voice, just quiet hurt.

“I just… needed support. I panicked,” Jalisa admitted.

Joshua stepped further into the bathroom, his tall frame towering over her but not in a threatening way. He looked down at the counter and smiled.

“We’re having a baby,” he said, almost in awe.

Jalisa’s jaw tightened. “Don’t you think it’s too soon?”

“No. This is no problem. This is God,” Joshua answered simply.

She blinked, thrown off. “You’re… excited about this?”

“Of course I am. Look, if you want to go to your doctor to confirm, I’ll come with you.”

“I think I should go alone.”

“Nah.”

“I didn’t realize you were this clingy,” she said, half-joking.

“Clingy? Wanting to support my woman is clingy to you?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Overbearing might have sounded more rude,” she replied, brushing past him.

She ended up back in bed, she collapsed against the pillows, her mind swimming. Joshua’s arm slid around her waist again, steady, comforting. His hand spread over her stomach as if already connecting with something unseen. He kissed her shoulder with the gentleness of someone who cared far more than she expected.

And that’s when the tears came.

Hot, silent, and unrelenting.

Her divorce from Charles had been finalized barely a year ago. She was still healing from that wound, still patching together who she was after being someone’s wife for so long. And now she might be carrying the child of a man she barely knew.

Her phone buzzed.

It was Charles.

She shifted away from Joshua and answered. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Charles asked, his voice tight. “I went to the house and found your sister with the kids.”

“I’m out of town,” Jalisa replied, fighting the urge to roll her eyes.

“You with him? I told you that boy ain’t no good for you.”

Joshua sat up, his jaw tightening. He reached for the phone.

“Boy?” Joshua growled. “I’m more of a man than you ever were.”

And just like that, the argument began. Two men clashing over her like she was a prize, not a person. Jalisa clutched her stomach, the nausea crashing into her like a wave. She threw the comforter aside and stumbled toward the bathroom.

She dropped to her knees and retched violently.

Joshua was at her side in an instant, one hand on her back, the other gently brushing her hair away from her face.

“Let it out,” he whispered. “I got you.”

The cold tiles of the bathroom floor pressed against Jalisa’s knees as the heaving finally slowed. Her body trembled, caught in the aftershock of emotion, anxiety, and nausea. Joshua stayed with her, silent but steady, his presence anchoring her in the moment. His fingers moved in slow, calming circles along her back, a quiet rhythm meant to soothe, to say everything he wasn’t pushing into words.

Jalisa drew in a ragged breath and leaned back against the cabinet. Her mouth tasted sour, and her throat ached, but somehow, the tears that had burned behind her eyes dried up. She was empty now. Drained.

“I didn’t ask for this,” she whispered. Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears, so small, unsure.

Joshua tilted his head. “Neither did I,” he admitted. “But here we are.”

She turned her head toward him. “You’re really okay with this?”

“I wouldn’t have planned it this way,” he said honestly. “But now that it’s here? I’m not scared of it.”

Jalisa scoffed softly, brushing the back of her hand across her mouth. “Well, I am.”

He leaned forward and kissed her damp temple. “Then I’ll be brave enough for both of us.”

The words were simple, but they wrapped around her like warmth in the cold. She wanted to lean into them, to find comfort in his strength but fear clung to her ribs like a second skin. It wasn’t just about the baby. It was about trust. About giving her heart to someone new after watching it get trampled by someone she had once vowed forever with.

Joshua stood slowly and reached for a washcloth. He wet it with warm water and knelt beside her again, gently dabbing the sweat from her forehead. He moved with the same precision he had in the ring, so controlled, focused, and respectful.

“Come on,” he said softly. “Let’s get you off this floor.”

She let him help her stand, his hands strong but careful around her arms. He guided her back to bed and tucked the comforter around her as though she were made of porcelain.

“You need anything?” he asked.

“Some space to think,” she murmured, not unkindly.

He nodded once, backing away toward the window, the outline of his body framed against the city lights outside. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The hum of traffic below filtered through the glass, a reminder that life moved on regardless of what was unraveling within four hotel room walls.

After a few minutes, Jalisa sat up and reached for her phone again. A new text from Tanya blinked on the screen.

Tanya: You okay? Call me if you need me.

She didn’t respond. She didn’t have the words.

Instead, her gaze lifted to Joshua. He was staring out at the skyline, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. Tension rolled off him in waves, but he kept it to himself just like he had during promos and matches, always holding the line, never flinching.

“Do you want this?” she asked finally. Her voice cut through the quiet like a blade.

He turned to her. “Yes. I want you. I want the life that comes with you. Even if that life includes diapers and midnight feedings.”

Jalisa blinked hard, her throat tightening again. “You say that now, but this isn’t just a bump in the road. This is a whole new path.”

“Then let’s walk it,” he said. “I’m not running.”

She dropped her eyes to her lap. Her hands were clenched together so tightly the knuckles had gone white.

“I’m not trying to trap you, Joshua.”

“I know you’re not.”

“I’m not looking for a husband.”

“I didn’t say anything about marriage.”

She looked up sharply.

“But I’m also not walking away,” he added. “Even if it takes time. Even if it’s hard.”

There was a knock at the door. Room service.

Joshua moved to answer it and returned with a tray of ginger tea, saltines, and a bowl of plain rice. He set it down on the table and poured a cup of tea, offering it to her without a word.

Jalisa took it with both hands. Her fingers brushed his.

“Thank you,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Get some rest. We’ve got a flight tomorrow, and I want you checked out by a doctor. Just to be sure.”

She nodded.

He turned out the lights, and soon, the room was cast in shadows. Joshua climbed into bed beside her but kept his distance, sensing she needed it. Still, she felt the gravity of him there. Steady, warm, and real.

Sleep didn’t come easily. Her mind replayed everything: the twin pink lines, the bile in her throat, and Joshua’s voice in the dark saying he wasn’t scared.

At some point, she must have drifted off because when she opened her eyes, it was morning. Joshua was already up, pulling a shirt over his head, the sunlight cutting across his chest like golden stripes.

“You okay?” he asked when he saw her awake.

“Still pregnant,” she said dryly.

He chuckled. “Still here.”

They dressed in silence, packed their bags, and took a quiet ride to the airport. Jalisa’s hand lingered near her stomach the whole time, as if trying to sense something beneath the surface. Was she imagining this? Was this even real?

By the time they landed and made it to Joshua’s house, Jalisa was exhausted. Joshua carried both of their bags without complaint, opening the front door and stepping aside to let her in first.

“Go lie down,” he told her. “I’ll bring your stuff in.”

She nodded and headed to the bedroom, the comfort of the space wrapping around her like a blanket. Moments later, Joshua appeared in the doorway.

“I booked an appointment with your OB. Tomorrow at ten.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You did what?”

“I told you I’d go with you.”

“Joshua—”

“No arguments. I’ll wait in the car if you want. But I’m driving.”

Jalisa gave him a long, unreadable look. Then she smiled faintly.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re beautiful when you’re annoyed.”

She laughed softly despite herself.

That night, after dinner, after brushing their teeth and checking the locks, they lay in bed again. He reached for her hand this time, interlacing his fingers with hers.

“I meant what I said,” he whispered into the dark. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m here.”

Jalisa turned toward him, their foreheads nearly touching.

“I want to believe you.”

“Then let me prove it.”

She didn’t respond, not right away. But she didn’t pull her hand away either.

Later, as sleep began to claim her, she felt him shift closer, his hand once again resting gently on her stomach.

She didn’t cry this time.

Instead, she let her body relax into his warmth, let her mind quiet just enough to believe for now that maybe this wasn’t a disaster.

Next: Look What You Did 4

[balorscitygvns]

Break Point

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Reader x Liv Morgan, slight Dom Mysterio x Liv

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅: Finn Bálor, JD McDonagh, Dom Mysterio, Triple H, IYO SKY, Dakota Kai

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: Angst

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓: One-Shot

⸻

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

Reader has been holding in heartbreak and a long-hidden secret. After weeks of watching Liv and Dom flirt ringside, a tag match becomes the breaking point — triggering a betrayal that leaves Liv and The Judgment Day shocked. What starts as heartbreak turns into a desperate confession about identity, belonging, and pain.

⸻

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

▸ Angst and heartbreak

▸ Mentions of religious abuse and conversion therapy

▸ Abandonment and betrayal

▸ Emotional collapse and crying

▸ *not a warning but reader comes out as lesbian to Finn and JD so kinda like a forced come out

⸻

This was for the best. I’m sorry.

⸻

Being a part of The Judgment Day was supposed to make you feel invincible. And for a while, it did. Finn took you under his wing, JD became your chaotic brother, and Dom, well—Dom was Dom.

But everything started to unravel the second Liv Morgan entered the picture.

She had just recently joined the faction, replacing Rhea. She was chaos wrapped in glitter and mischief, and every time she smiled, you swore your heart did somersaults. You had fallen for her fast, hard, and so, so quietly.

But the universe didn’t play fair.

She flirted with Dom without even realizing it. Maybe it was just Liv being Liv, but Dom leaned into it. Always there with a smirk, always touching her arm, whispering in her ear before a segment. And Liv never pushed him away.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. You told yourself it would pass. You told yourself to grow up.

But tonight, you couldn’t pretend anymore.

⸻

The Match

You and Liv were up against Damage CTRL. The crowd was loud, the lights were hot, and your skin prickled with dread the second you saw Dom at ringside, leaning lazily on the barricade. Watching her.

The match was solid, but you were barely hanging on emotionally. You tagged in with stiff limbs, gave IYO and Dakota a beating, then tagged out again to catch your breath.

And that’s when it happened.

Dom called something to Liv, leaning in close from the floor. She laughed. Laughed like it was just the two of them in the ring. Like he was hers.

Your stomach twisted. It was a thousand pounds of pain in your chest. A burning betrayal of something that was never even yours to begin with.

Liv turned from Dom, reaching for you—hand out, desperate, trusting.

Tag me in, tag me in, her eyes said. I need you.

And you…

You stepped down from the apron.

The crowd roared in confusion. Liv’s face crumbled in real time.

“What?! No! What are you doing?!” she screamed as you backed away.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t look.

Seconds later, she was yanked back by her hair.

BAM — Moonsault from IYO.

One… Two… Three.

Liv was pinned, staring up at the lights. Betrayed. Alone.

Dom was yelling something. But you walked away.

⸻

Backstage

Everyone tried to stop you. Triple H was at the curtain, brows drawn tight. Finn spoke up first.

“What the hell was that?!” he barked. “You just left her out there! You turned your back on Liv—on us!”

You didn’t stop walking.

JD ran alongside you, face twisted in disbelief. “Talk to us. What’s goin’ on with you?! This ain’t you, man. You’ve been off for weeks. Just—say something.”

You froze in the hallway. Your fists were clenched, chest heaving. And before you could stop yourself, it all came spilling out.

“You really want to know?”

The hallway fell quiet. Finn’s brow furrowed. JD stilled.

“I’m in love with Liv,” you said, your voice breaking. “And watching her flirt with Dom every damn day is killing me. Every second I stand next to her, I feel like I’m suffocating.”

Silence.

“And I didn’t say anything because I’m terrified.” Your voice shook now. “I grew up in a house where being gay was a death sentence. My parents—when I came out at fifteen—they screamed that I was disgusting. My dad hit me. My mom tried to send me to a conversion camp. Twice.”

JD’s face dropped completely. Finn took a step back like the words physically hit him.

“I got out. I ran. WWE was my escape. You guys were the first people to ever make me feel safe. And I didn’t tell you because I was scared of losing that. I’m still scared.”

The tears came now, hot and unrelenting.

“So yeah. I snapped. I’m the “villain” tonight. I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

Finn opened his mouth. JD looked like he wanted to cry too.

But you didn’t give them the chance.

You turned, shoved past the cameras and staff, and walked straight to the locker room. Grabbed your bag. Pulled your hoodie over your head.

Dom tried calling out to you again as you passed him. You still ignored him.

Triple H asked if you were okay.

You ignored him.

Liv, still sitting at the edge of the med bay, stared after you, tear-streaked and broken.

You couldn’t look her in the eye. You never could.

⸻

Outside the Arena

The air was cold. It felt cleaner than anything inside. You climbed into your car, hands shaking. The silence was unbearable, but your heart was louder.

You reached for your phone, fingers trembling, and typed one last message:

To Ferg:

“This was for the best. I’m sorry.”

Then you tossed your phone in the passenger seat, turned the key in the ignition, and pulled away.

You didn’t know where you were going.

But for the first time, you knew you couldn’t go back.

[violetmuses]

Don’t Go Screamin’ - R. Reigns🖤

Fandom: WWE 

Character: Roman Reigns

Love Interest: Female Reader

This Idea 💜

@episodes-ff @expert-texpert @persethegawd @adriennegabriella @fearlesschimera @secretlifeoofmarpessa @mytribalnightmare @adoresmiles @blackgurlnhermoods @babybratzmaraj @luvrsluxe 🏷

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During this special episode of “Smackdown,” timing lined up their annual “Women's Money In Bank Ladder Match” and thousands cheered as the winner raved on screen, grateful to hold this accomplishment. 

In the middle of this deserved celebration, spotlights changed out of nowhere and music switched, thundering beats to cut off everyone. 

“Wait a minute. No! It can’t be.” Commentators scrambled through countless emotions as professionals observed behind the alert table. We’ve heard so many rumors, but it’s finally happening! She’s here. She’s cashing in!” 

Clutching the well-known briefcase, you sprinted down this large ramp and darkened both eyes, ready for war. 

“Take down the winner. Go! You have one chance here. Just go!” Announcers nearly cross-talked over and awaited your possible victory. Even fans yelped back, nearly shrieking in this place. 

“Cover. 1-2-3!” The counting bell rattled out loud and you can’t hear thoughts while falling backwards against this mat. “Holy hell! Meet our new champion, ladies and gentlemen.” 

“I’m here! Who can stop me now?” Standing up once more, you grabbed the championship belt and cheered skyward, feeling invincible.  

“Congratulations to our newest champion! Thank you so much for watching this program. Good night and we’ll return next time.” Announcers pulled one last update to end the broadcast. 

******

For another weekly episode, heroically ominous music pulled various emotions as The Tribal Chief Roman Reigns stood tall, flagged by talented cousins Jimmy and Jey Uso. “Ones” lifted up high as fans elevated greatness on live television. There’s no turning back whatsoever. 

“The Tribal Chief will always exude power..” Announcers welcomed this dynasty with each passing moment. 

Out of nowhere, lighting dropped around the ring and sneaky laughter echoed from shadows with new rhythms, cuing another entrance. 

Once lights brightened again, you appeared ringside in silence, turning everyone’s night upside down. 

“What the hell?” Announcers pulled flabbergasted expressions to heighten this upcoming moment. “Oh my. Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for chaos. She’s back!” 

Sliding into this ring once more, you watched members of The OG Bloodline, noticing when Jimmy and Jey Uso traded glances first. 

Wiseman Paul Heyman covered his mouth in shock, almost terrified that you pulled audacity this evening. 

Soon enough, Tribal Chief Roman Reigns stepped forward, prompting an outright frenzy of screams during this moment. 

Almost towering beyond height, Reigns sported this graphic t-shirt and clothed pants. Sneakers moved along once more. Styling dark hair with a bun, this greying beard welcomed his chiseled face. 

“Be careful, Champ. Roman doesn’t share spotlights.” Commentators pulled their warnings to you again. 

Nearly sizing you up, Roman bit his lip. Even Jimmy and Jey can’t believe what’s going on right now. 

“Before we get to the good stuff, do you even know who I am?” Pulling his Southern accent forward, Reigns almost chuckled through one strong and deep voice. 

“Uh-oh! Our Tribal Chief has spoken. What will you do about it, Champ?” Despite measuring Reigns, commentators still wanted you to help you out and fans offered encouragement. 

“Cat got your tongue, Sweetheart?” Teasing this moment with chances to flirt, Roman went further. 

“Don’t fall for Roman’s charm!” Announcers scrambled once more and thousands of people lost their minds. 

“I saw everything. We saw everything. Gesturing around, Roman still addressed you and this audience cheered even louder. “Last week pulled one of the biggest nights in history.” 

“That’s right. She’s the champion!” Commentary pulled another chance to scope your newest title. 

“Remember that I’m The Tribal Chief.” Roman almost lowered his voice. “Join us.” 

The crowd gasped, waiting for your response. 

“No.” You stood your ground, declining. 

Supportive cheering reached otherworldly decibels. Even when you dropped that microphone down, your music picked back up and spotlights flickered, ending another chapter of this saga. 

*****

“I’lll keep watching her. It was crazy, Uce!” Jimmy Uso huddled with his cell phone and watched your championship match during this new segment. 

“You think Ro likes her?” Jey pulled another question about you and Reigns. Curiosity nagged beyond words. 

“I don’t think so. Flirting’s okay, but Roman acts too selfish.” Jimmy shook his head. 

“Good point. He barely puts up with us.” Jey shrugged, quickly watching your footage once more. 

Moments later, Roman entered the space and welcomed his chance to sit down, joined by Paul Heyman as usual. Fans still cheered through the walls. 

“You good?” Jimmy questioned Reigns. 

“Turn it off.” Roman gestured by Jimmy’s phone. 

Members of the audience booed when Jim’s phone turned silent, but there was no other choice at this time. 

“What’s up?” Jimmy waited. Even his twin brother Jey still looked on. 

“There’s another match. We should go.” Roman faced his cousins, ready to watch your part of the episode tonight. 

“Hold on. No way! We can’t interfere, man.” Jimmy spoke up first. 

“I’m not saying interfere.” Roman corrected his statement. 

“Then what’s going on?” Jimmy scrunched up his face. 

“We just…watch…” Roman almost shrugged. 

“Nah. We run this show, but don’t take the spotlight away from her.” Jimmy looked out for you regardless, especially this time around. 

Jimmy walked off before Roman could respond, closing this segment. 

________

“There it is! Another highlight for the Champ.” Announcers welcomed your ongoing victory streak. “Enjoy your celebration.” 

“She’s here!” Fans pulled your slogan once more. 

“USO!” Upbeat yet almost rattling music spiraled thousands out of nowhere and you immediately glanced over. 

Dynamic pair Jimmy and Jey Uso walked down this ramp. Big-time cheering would turn even louder. 

“What’s wrong?” You questioned your “brothers” when this crowd settled. 

“The Tribal Chief’s looking for you.” Jimmy offered the truth. 

“I won’t join your faction. I’ve already refused.” You declined this chance once more. 

“We’re not talking about The Bloodline.” Jimmy explained further. 

“Roman Reigns?! Where did he come from?” Before you could ask more questions, cheering heightened around the venue as commentators expressed shock. 

Towering his muscular build, Roman locked eye contact with you and shadowed power near edges of the crowd. 

“I’m not asking anymore.” His strong voice woke up everyone. 

Joining this ring, Roman passed that microphone elsewhere and sized you up, walking closer until your bodies almost met. 

His famously brown eyes pierced into your soul. 

“The Tribal Chief could plot so much tonight.” Announcers played up fear. 

“You won’t join our team, but I have another idea…” Reigns didn’t even laugh. 

“What?” You’ve asked. 

“Go out with me.” Roman dropped this bombshell. 

“Oh my goodness! What kind of question is that?” Commentators pulled astonishment right back out. 

“Why didn’t you just ask before?” You laugh. Even Jimmy and Jey listened for Roman’s upcoming answer. 

“Never thought I’d say this, but you make me nervous.” For once, this quick smile would brighten Roman’s face as he offered your compliment. 

The crowd swooned everywhere. 

“Why?” You grinned, waiting. 

“Where should I start, y’all?” Roman turned by the audience while still encouraging your presence. Cheering picked right back up. 

“Be careful! We’re still on live television.” Announcers warned Roman no matter what could happen next. 

“You’re talented, badass, and beautiful. Maybe we could…” Reigns trailed, biting his lip once more. 

“Help the family, then we’ll talk.” You understood that power might fall if Roman didn’t stand true on his word. 

Jimmy and Jey saluted, watching you leave this episode on the greatest cliffhanger of all. 

[anotherwvba]

Finding Your Place, pt. 6

Trays clicked and clacked like machine gun fire. Laughter and shouts echoed. The occasional plate breaking on the floor like a grenade scattering shrapnel. To say the WVBA Cafeteria during the peak lunchtime rush was akin to a battlefield would not be an understatement.

This Thursday was no exception. It was just a little past noon and there was scarcely an empty seat to be found. Support staff were in scattered pockets, either catching up or conducting business at working lunches. Boxers and coaches alike were scarfing down meals to keep their energy up for their afternoon workouts.

Amidst all of this chaos was Razor Sharp. Still dressed in her workout gear, an orange sports bra and green shorts, she surveyed the room, looking for an empty seat. Any empty seat.

As she weaved her way through the tables and patrons, she picked up bits and pieces of the scenes unfolding around her.

Von Kaiser was sitting at a corner table, soup on the table, looking over a bunch of paperwork with Niki Binary and Luna Doll. Razor made a quick mental note.

Studying with Von Kaiser, huh? This could be more fun than I thought.

Glass Joe and King Hippo were engaged in some conversation that had them both quite excited. Joe was quite animated as Hippo was in the process of demolishing a literal mountain of grilled chicken.

Skye Ivy and Star Mika seemed to be watching some cartoon on a tablet as they ate their lunches. Mika was pointing out something on screen as Skye nodded studiously.

The loudest table saw Aran Ryan holding court with a crew of rookies. While most of the newbies were joining in with Aran as he laughed a little too loud at his own jokes, two men, a young blonde that clearly had money and a blue-collar looking guy with reddish-brown hair were carrying on their own conversation, occasionally side-eyeing Aran and shaking their heads.

Jazzy Jamboree, the WVBA’s lead announcer, was sitting with Mr. Sandman. They both had laptops on the table, Razor catching a glimpse of voice over copy on her dad’s screen. He caught a glimpse of his baby girl, smiled, and shot her a quick wink.

Her legendary father would be ringside for her WVBA debut a week from Saturday, calling the action. It was a fact, and a pressure, that wasn’t lost on her.

After wading through tables and chairs, seemingly all of them full to capacity, Razor spotted an empty seat. Sitting alone at a table near the center of the cafeteria, decked out in a Kamen Rider Ryuki t-shirt and simple black leggings was Cutie Hondo. 

She was studying a tablet on a stand in front of her on the table, scribbling notes with one hand and picking through her bento box with the other. Razor could see on the tablet King Hippo’s latest match. It had been an exhibition against the RBC’s Tank Thrasher. Thrasher, a former crocodile wrestler, gave it his all, easily faster than the sluggish Minor Circuit Champ, but he’d underestimated Hippo. It was a mistake that led to Thrasher on the canvas before long.

Cutie paused the video, her eyes narrowing. “He likes to load up a hook when he ducks. Leaves him open on one side. I bet nii-san can bait that and then…” Quickly, she started scribbling notes in Japanese on her pad.

“Yo, you mind if I sit here?” Razor’s voice was confident, but kind, as she drew Cutie’s attention. “Ain’t a single empty seat in here don’t smell like barbeque sauce and bruised egos.”

A quick laugh nearly made Cutie do a spit take. She smiled and gestured to the chair across from her. “You’re Razor Sharp? Right? Please, sit! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Appreciate that, but do me a favor?” Razor slid her tray down and pull out the chair, “Unless we set the throw hands soon, it’s Sahara.”

“Hai, Sahara it is.” Cutie giggled and took a sip of her tea. “Niki’s the same way. If she’s got her lanyard on, it’s Nicole. And she’s serious about it, too. She threatened to throw a cinnamon bun at me the last time I called her ‘Binary’ outside of the ring or the gym.”

Razor, or Sahara, stabbing her fork into her grilled chicken and chuckled. “Aight, seriously girl, how does anybody keep names straight ‘round here? Most of us got names that makes us sound like a toy commercial.”

“Right?” Cutie smiled in agreement, “I mean, I get merchandising and stuff, Cutie Hondo is a more marketable name than Kyoko Kobayashi, but man. It took me a month to remember everyone’s real name and ring name.”

Sahara took a few bites as Cutie continued on with her studies before Sahara’s curiosity got the better of her. “I saw you’re watchin’ King Hippo fights. Don’t really see whatcha gon’ learn from him that’s gonna help you. You two ain’t exactly the same style, ya’ know?”

“Oh, no. This isn’t for me,” Cutie rubbed her eyes for a moment. “I’m scouting to help my brother Koji. He’s got a title shot next week and I wanted to help. So, Coach ‘Cane asked me to look for holes in Hippo’s game.”

“Koji is Piston, right?” Sahara leaned forward, eyes focusing on the fight playing out on Cutie’s tablet.

Cutie nodded as she paused the video and scribbled another note, “Yep. Coach ‘Cane passed the name down to him. Nii-san puts a lot on himself, carrying Piston Hurricane’s name into the ring. But, he knows what it means and tries to live up to it.”

Sahara was silent for a moment as Cutie continued writing. “Hippo always looks so slow, but he’s not. He tries to catch you with a real sudden shot, short and strong, to stun you. Then, he can just lay in with power punches. Nii-san’s got to be careful. If he gets carried away…”

“He’ll get carried out,” Sahara nodded, finishing the thought, then her voice softened. “Really cool of you. Doing recon for your bro.”

Cutie looked down with a bashful smile. “He’s my brother… and I like helping. I can’t be in his corner during his fights anymore, being on the roster myself and all, but I still want to be there for him, you know?”

“I…” Sahara leaned back, fiddling with her fork. Her eyes searched the room absently, focused on nothing in particular. “I wish I did.”

An awkward moment passed, Sahara taking a deep, steadying breath as Cutie tried to read her expression.

Sahara exhaled and looked at Cutie with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Must be nice. Having your brother’s back. Knowing he’s got yours.”

Cutie blinked in confusion, Sahara’s change in tone obvious. “Sahara? Is there…”

“Don’t sweat it,” Sahara half-laughed. It was a humorless, sad sound. “Just some family drama. Nevermind it.”

“Sahara, um,” Cutie set down her pen, meeting Sahara’s eyes with a warm look. “If you need to talk, I’ve got some experience with brother problems?”

That caught Sahara off guard, “What the hell makes you think…”

A calm, friendly smile formed on Cutie’s face as she shrugged. “Lucky guess? Look. We’re the only two little sisters in the league. No judgement, but I know that vibe.”

Exhaling a deep breath, Sahara nodded slowly. “Aight, that checks out. But, girl, I don’t know you like that. This ain’t the kinda talk you have with a chick you just met.”

“Fair enough,” Cutie chuckled. “But, we’ve both got big brothers in the WVBA. Maybe we could form some sort of… I don’t know… support group? Book club? Biker gang?”

Sahara’s eyes narrowed. “How do you go from book club to…”

“I don’t know, but you get the idea,” Cutie waved dismissively.

Their table went quiet for another moment.

Sahara’s muttering broke the silence, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

The silence stretched for a few moments, both girls eating bits of their lunches. Eventually, Sahara glanced up, “You and, uh, Koji ever get into it?” Her tone was casual, the question was a probing one.

Cutie’s genuine laughter startled a few neighboring tables. “Gomen! Gomen!” She quickly apologized and nodded in the direction of those she’d disturbed before looking back to Sahara. “God, yes. All siblings do! We’ve yelled and argued and fought. One time, he hid my Kamen Rider Black CD and I didn’t talk to him for a month! But… but, we always pull it back, talk it out, and that’s that.”

Sahara’s gaze went distant. She looked like a weight had settled on her shoulders as she slumped in her chair ever so slightly.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Cutie’s eyes brightened, a mischievous smirk slowly forming.

“I’m listening,” Sahara leaned forward, interest piqued.

“Alright,” Cutie nodded, “I’ll tell you about the biggest, dumbest fight I ever had with Piston if you tell me what’s going on with you and Sand…”

Sahara’s hand slammed into the table with a resounding bang. Cutie’s tablet fell flat, plates and silverware rattled, and every eye in the cafeteria turned their way.

“That ain’t his name!” Sahara’s body was drawn tighter than a kite string in a hurricane.Her eyes flashed, sharp and raw. And everyone that looked toward them slowly looked away.

Cutie’s eyes went wide at the sudden shift, but Sahara held up an apologetic hand, “Yo, we’re good. That ain’t on you. I just… Andre ain’t earned that name. Sandman is our dad.”

“I understand,” Cutie nodded, her voice quiet, “Andre it is. I’m sorry I…”

“Nothin’ to apologize for,” Sahara straightened her now disheveled tray. “But… that deal… still stand?”

“Of course, it does.” Cutie smiled warmly.

It took a moment. A long moment. “Ya know,” Sahara finally allowed the slightest of smiles, “I might be down with talkin’ to another little sister ‘round here.”

Star Mike is an OC belonging to @cyrah-is-cool101 and is used with permission.

Jazzy Jamboree is an OC belonging to @sukipershipper and is used with permission.

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 3

Ringside from Rhythm Heaven Fever

vs.

Vagrant Counting Song of Retrospection/Keepsake of Oblivion from Kirby: Planet Robobot

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Ringside:

wubbadubbadub

Vagrant Counting Song of Retrospection/Keepsake of Oblivion:

this is a long one (~8 minutes) but my god is it so good. i don't even really know how to adequately explain the in-game context this song(s) play in, but it fits perfectly and i would argue this is the best final boss theme the kirby series has had (although i don't think i've really properly listened to forgotten land's one, so i might be biased). i don't really have anything else to say aside from "just listen for yourself" but if i was well educated in music theory and terminology you can bet your ass i'd be writing a full analysis rn

[lover-of-mine]

I think part of the problem is the actor creating headcanon and if it were just that I would ignore it but no, he already said that we should leave Buddie aside and apparently what he says everyone should follow, he said this after 7x04 and I thought it was very wrong, he's just a guest, he doesn't have to say anything, everyone does that about the headcanons and it's fun, but as soon as someone tries to force that headcanon on you, the fun is lost. We're not making it up, we're not haters, but the show showed that Tommy abandoned Buck, made a joke, manipulated him a little to come out of the closet, it's not an invention, it's canon, it happened, it's more important than an actor's headcanon. I'm honestly muting everything on this subject because it's exhausting, it's horrible to hear that you're homophobic, it's horrible to doubt yourself, I'm a part of the community just because an actor decided to make up a story and say what people should do and create an army of people who bully virtually, No wonder Oliver doesn't participate in anything, it's a lack of respect for the fans who have been here for years and for his co-workers.

Sorry for my little rant but yeah

No, seriously, people are taking what Lou is saying too seriously. And the dude said T is someone for Buck to work out the kinks when it comes to liking men to get ready for Eddie too. Completely unprompted. Like? Of course the guy is gonna go nuts with the way people are reacting to bt, if bt is popular he might get to stay in the role longer, that means exposure, money, and the way he's doing the cameos, the guy is literally getting paid to feed into this madness, he's gonna say anything, but that doesn't mean it's what the show planned for him. The writers could wake up and decide to do anything with any character and to expect me to take what an actor is saying as canon is absolutely insane. T is a plot device. That's a fact. And I gotta be honest, dude is kinda mean to Buck and I don't see the effort people keep saying he's putting? He flew Eddie to Vegas for ringside seats for a sold out fight but he couldn't be bothered to put on a colorful shirt to pretend he was on the 80s theme for Buck. That's an actual thing that happened in canon. Like? Hello? Are we watching the same relationship unfold? Like, seriously, ship what you ship, write what you want, fanfic away, but people seriously need to stop trying to force people to accept this stuff as canon. Because the only thing that actually counts is what's happening on the show. And honestly, I have so many tags filtered but I am still getting the madness, and there's also the shit people send to me directly. It's hard to get away because the fandom went crazy.

[queerofcups]

a July rec list

I read a truly absurd amount of fanfic in July, and since I’m tracking my fic reading anyway these days, I figured, why not pull up some faves. I’ll do my best to tag authors when and where I can! I’ll throw some commentary in there to talk about why I like some of them, but rest assure this is a rec list and I think every one of them has something to love. 

Hockey RPF

In the scrawl of the ringside choir E, 37k, Hockey RPF | @goodnightpuckbunny Sid/Geno

“Geno, this is Sid Crosby,” Kris says, sitting back down. The kid towers over both of them, but seems small in the office. “You need a coach, so he’s gonna help you out.” He looks Sid over, eyes scanning like he’s looking for weaknesses, faults in his form. Sid has plenty, but he’s not fighting anymore. He doesn’t bother mirroring the gesture. He can guess without looking. “He old,” Geno eventually decrees. 

Interview with the Vampire

The Vampire Eric

E | 4k | falsescience (@theburialofstrawberries) Eric Bogosian/Jam Reiderson, Jam Reiderson

Oh ho, Eric thinks to himself, and then, aloud, because it’s just too delicious, and wouldn’t Rolin be ashamed, and a little pissed: “Oh ho!” He feels zapped alive: young, powerful, god-like. Jacob starts giggling immediately. “Did you just say ‘oh ho’?” “Or maybe aspen. What do you think, Eric?” “Not a damn clue,” says Eric, with a broad grin. “You look very satisfied. He looks very satisfied, doesn’t he?” Jacob smiles at Sam over his hitched shoulder. “Hm,” says Sam. “I think we play it safe, and go with red maple.” Yeah, Eric is certain: Jacob and Sam aren’t fucking. But they’d like to be.

First of all, I am RPF’ing these people real hard in some private chats. But largely, I like the characterization happening here, and the little turn of understanding that happens in the last third of the fic. 

reformation

E | 44k | verseau (@downstairsbar) Lestat/Louis

we're gonna heal. we're gonna start again. you've brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers. // It makes him speechless sometimes, how much he loves Lestat. He thought for years, a decade, that it was sickness. It’s not. It’s not. Even when Louis hated Lestat, nothing was more certain than that he loved him.

There’s some great, great plotting and characterization here but/also I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve read a fic and known immediately that the author is Black. That’s obviously not a requirement of the fic I write but it's nice to have Southern Black characters really sound like people I’ve known/grown up around etc. 

let’s keep this off the record

E | 1.4k | anonymous

Louis/Santiago (sort of)

There would be no second chances for the Englishman, no opportunity for him to crawl out of some dump and seek revenge. Louis would make sure of that.

Honestly, I think it's great that fandom has a long and storied history of skullfucking. I think it's fun that weird shit like that still happens around here.

Maman

T | 2k | anonymous Claudia/Madeline, Louis/Lestat

Madeleine meets in the in-laws. Particularly one of them.

transpires

M-E | 5.8k total | familiar (@bigvampo or @camilliar? sekrit you've got so many blogs) Louis/Lestat

I mean, sekrit is just a fucking stellar writer. sekrit’s got a way of telling so much —  about a character, their mental state, the world their in —  in just a few razor sharp details. also these fics are so funny and the characterizations of Louis and Lestat feel like natural progressions from what we’ve seen in canon both in how much they love each other and how terrible they are (to each other and in general)

Harry Potter

Right. I think I’ve always been pretty upfront about my continued reading of Harry Potter fanfiction, but in case it's somehow necessary to say, please do not come to my inbox talking about JK Rowling. I don’t think about that woman and I’m very clear about what she thinks about me. 

Those Three Curses

E | 6k total | @dodgerkedavra Draco/Harry

Obviously I had a bit of a fucking dodgerkedavra moment here, but these blew me away. So much story telling in such little space. 

Former Things Come to Mind

E | 64k | dodgerkedavra

Harry Potter has had a headache for seven and a half years.

In the Presence of My Enemy E | 41k | dodgerkedavra Draco/Harry

All Harry knows is that Sectumsempra is for enemies. He doesn’t know that it will bind him to Draco Malfoy, for better or worse, ‘til death do them part.

Tiny Home

E | 30k | @wolfpants Draco/Harry/Ron

Harry and Ron left the Aurors years ago to travel the world and make up for lost time. When they finally decide to settle roots back in England, together, building a tiny home in the Lake District by hand seems like the perfect plan. What they don't realise is that Draco Malfoy already lives on the plot of land that they choose to build on. A story about years of feelings, about weaving lives in and around each other, and about finding a place safe enough to call home.

I really feel like there’s been an explosion of excellent Draco/Harry/Ron all of a sudden. One of my qualms with a lot of polyship fics is that it's very uhhh “we must do everything together” and I really love that this fic breaks that down and allows everyone to have histories and experiences together as dyads and all together. 

In Our Blood

E | 37k | secretsalex Draco/Harry

Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job—cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

I’m not even going to bullshit y’all. This fic reminded me why I love mpreg. Excellent use of body horror, body dread, suspense, all these things. Also, an mpreg fic that remembers abortion is a thing. Amazing!

Probationary Action

E | 63k | @toomuchplor Draco/Harry

As part of the terms of the probationary contract, DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY shall submit for inspection his WAND on the last day of every month, such inspection to be carried out by a duly registered and fully qualified AUROR in the employ of the MINISTRY OF MAGIC, and such inspection to include a PRIORI INCANTATEM spell to ensure that no PROHIBITED MAGICS as heretofore described have been practised by the aforementioned probationer.

I’ve been obsessed with toomuchplor since Inception and this fic reminded me why. I don’t love Auror!Harry fic (truly, just so much unchecked, delighted writing about police brutality) but I do like any fic where Harry starts to wake up to the fact that maybe just because they’re “the good guys”, not every choice made by the Aurors/Wizarding Gov’t in general is right. Also, I appreciate the expansion on the idea of sex charms!

Embers

E | 41k | @shiftylinguini Draco/Harry

Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice. Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter.

idk man, I like a fic that treats sex work like it's just a job. Worthy of respect, full of technical expertise, etc. 

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Both of these next fics came from @hd-wireless which has been, pound for pound, one of the best fests I've ever witness and is a testament to how important having multiple fic fests in a fandom can be! so much good shit to read!

The most he’s ever said

E | 16k | anonymous Draco/Harry

It takes them twenty years.

Two Houses

E | 11k | anonymous Draco/Harry

Two households, both alike in... meddling Floo connections, apparently? Draco Malfoy is a highly professional and well-respected Ministry official, with a demanding schedule, a loving son, and—through no fault of his own—a faulty Floo connection that keeps regurgitating the Minister for Magic through his fireplace.

I really enjoy that there's been more of a trend of writing about these two as older people and fleshing out the characterization of their kids.

[menaiprowrestling]

Pride Pro wrestling 2024

Pride Pro wrestling holds it's championships each year during Pride month, and the heavyweight tag belt is now up for grabs.

(Top Image) Tony T (left, 49) and Big Darryl (Right, 36) have defeated and fucked the other tag challenger couples each week (middle images), but now they've reached the final Boss level, the five year reigning title holders 'Bear Squad', married couple Mitch and Hunter (both 45) have a height and significant weight advantage, as well as more pro experience. They're not about to give up their belts easily, and plan to absolutely demolish the rival team, to teach them a lesson and give the bloodthirsty fans a real cum worthy show. Ringside seats for this bout were extremely expensive, as everyone wants to be close to the action, as well as the post match in ring domination fuck fest that will follow.

But will the Bears keep their belts, or will the hot challengers be victorious?

Either way, this is going to be one hell of a brutal, bloody battle.

[marq-lynch]

i’m so sorry you went all the way to la for revolution and the live crowd was so shit. especially since the show was that incredible. why do you think that is?

Thanks, I'd be lying if I said it didn't ruin my enjoyment of the event a little (mostly just seething with righteous indignation and fury on behalf of our crew) but it was still worth going in person. I have had absolutely FANTASTIC experiences at in person wrestling events for AEW, and this was interesting to put in context.

I know my tag is Monty Rambles but I'm Gonna so:

For example, at WrestleDream 2024. I got asked by a friend after this show how bad the vibes were in the arena. I hadn't even noticed the reaction was bad because the audience reactions to pretty much everything except Kenny and Takeshita was so muted all night that even though WD was a much smaller arena, I couldn't even compare the Truly Rancid Vibes (/pos) of misery, like a just popped balloon, a-just-about-to-surface riot. I'd called the ending of both shows and felt narratively satisfied by both so I hadn't really been tapped into either so I didn't even notice until I was asked.

My partner says the most likely thing is 'LA Clout Culture', and thinking back I have to agree. The only other time the audience rose to their feet was Big Boom AJ & the fucking Rizzler like the goddamn national anthem. There was just... No passion there. He complained about how much the camera was cutting to Ken Jeong and Leslie and the other celebrities at ringside all night, and when I told them that and showed him some videos on my phone... it made sense. That isn't just to show off that you had celebrities at Ringside. There were no fans. No one brought signs. No one stood. No one cheered. Taya and Johnny got extra nasty on the pre-show for a PPV and Taya yelled something like 'kids don't belong here' and it's because when people like me tried to start a chant or yell something like 'You Sick Fuck' you'd get dirty looks making a scene.

When you watch the PPV it's shocking to notice in this Stunning, sold-out arena (it really was gorgeous) there are fewer signs in the whole thing than a 300 person house show. And half of them are in the VIP section. "Oh," my partner said, "The celebrities they picked were the ones who were actually fans and would get a little energy going." "Yeah," I said, "The rest of them would sit quietly like a movie premiere where it was impolite to interrupt by clapping. I've seen more energy from 50 year old Japanese housewife fans. They know to clap when fucking Okada walks out so he doesn't have a face that looks... Genuinely hurt."

Everyone was constantly on their phones. Everyone. Not just for the high spots. God knows that. Because they never got on their feet for the high spots. There was a sea of t-shirts, about 1/3 AEW events or wrestlers of some kind, so it felt like the loosest kind of wrestling fans, but not even 'WWE Fans at an AEW show'. Just 'no idea how to act at a wrestling show'. Justin Roberts man... Tried so hard and got so... Nothing and I love him for it but he was doomed to fail from "We're about 10 seconds from going live folks you can get on your feet and you don't have to stay quiet" *muffled cheer that totally went silent by the time the AEW opening blacks rolled around*.

I need to make a compilation of moments that piss me the fuck off the most just to get it out. And a few comparisons from my phone. Because the audio mixing team did Gold Standard work trying to hide that shit. And I want to commend them. But some acts like the Outrunners just Do Not Work without energy and man there wasn't a pink shirt in the house. You ever see the Outrunners wrestle in total silence? You have, you might not just realize it. Put their cheers back in and see how it does that was a hell of a match.

I think a more interesting show to compare this to is the GalaxyCon Collision show. That was another show that was... Not AEW Fans, to be blunt. I have talked about that experience too, but it was maybe 20% AEW fans who came just for the show, 50% WWE fans who had seen an episode or so of Dynamite and a PPV, and the rest their friends they were dragging along to the show / random convention nerds who were looking for an activity before calling it a night. People didn't know half the people on the card, who was a face or heel, etc. It was... Unnerving honestly sitting by the back entrance, but also kind of magical seeing how great the crowd was in retrospect. It was full of passionate nerds who just wanted to see something cool. Komander came out and was getting Boo'ed for the crime of being a lucha against the bigger name who was presumed to be the face, and within 10 minutes of... Being Komander, he had won over that entire fucking crowd. That's what you need. There was no turning the crowd at Revolution because there was nothing to turn. They didn't care. They didn't really want to be there. And the few moments that got them to look up from their phones were a win.

But again. I had a Great Seat for cheap, if the goal was to market to people who clearly hadn't attended in person shows before they did it (but man TK i hope you learn to get a bit more of a ratio), I saw some truly amazing matches, got some banger merch, and @ringsidechoir even made me a custom bracelet that I cherish. 💜

[finndoesntwantthis]

CHUCKIE T AT RINGSIDE THIS IS NOT A DRILL