#when I went to the wwe live show on Sunday

[imdoingsortagay]

Me when any woman

[msklassickilla]

Prada You Chapter 21

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, moments of intimacy, violence, underage drinking, age gap relationships.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 21: War

August 8th 1998

The low hum of washing machines and the distant chatter of two older women talking about the price of food filled the laundromat as I moved through the routine motions of my Sunday morning. Sorting. Folding. Thinking. The clothes weren’t the only thing I was trying to organize—my thoughts felt just as jumbled as the pile of laundry in front of me.

Jey wanted me to move in. Now. His persistence was bothering me greatly.

I bit my lip, staring blankly at the damp clothes as I transferred them from the washer into the dryer. It was all happening too fast. When had I ever said I was ready for that? Ready to leave my mother, leave Michael, leave the little bit of normalcy I still had left?

The thought of my life shifting completely into Jey’s world made me uneasy, but I hadn’t figured out why it bothered me so much.

The small bell above the laundromat door jingled, and I didn’t think much of it—until I felt his presence before I even saw him. Jey. I turned, and there he was, leaning against a folding table like he had all the time in the world. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face when our eyes met.

“Hey, baby.”

My stomach clenched. Not just from seeing him—but because I hadn’t told him where I was going this morning after he dropped me off. How did he even know my ass was here?

I really didn’t want to show my annoyance, so I folded a towel neatly, keeping my voice casual. “I thought you went home to sleep. How did you know where I was?”

Jey walked toward me; hands tucked into the pockets of his black sweatpants. “I always know where you at.”

My hands froze mid-fold. I looked up at him, searching his face. Was he for real right now?

His expression didn’t give me an answer. My mind immediately started running scenarios. Did he have somebody watching me? Or was this just him being his usual overbearing self?

Before I could press him further, he stepped in closer, brushing my hip with his as he leaned on the folding table. “I was thinkin’,” he started, changing the subject, “You wanna learn how to drive today?”

I blinked. “Huh?”

Jey grinned at my reaction, nudging my shoulder. “You heard me. You been wanting to finish learning since that night you had to drive my car to the house on Bend. I got time today, so what’s up?”

I eyed him, trying to ignore the way my heart sped up just a little at the thought. He was right. I had been meaning to finish learning, but with everything Jey consuming my life, I just… hadn’t.

I studied him for a beat longer before shrugging. “Okay.”

Jey smirked in satisfaction. “Aight, bet.”

He stayed close while I finished up, helping me fold clothes, carrying them out like he had nowhere better to be. His touch was softer today, his presence warmer, like he wanted to remind me why I had fallen for him in the first place. Jey could be like this. He could be sweet, patient. Attentive.

It almost made me forget about the eerie way he had just shown up out of nowhere yet again. I still felt like he had somebody following me.

By the time we were back at my place, I was feeling lighter, laughing at something stupid he said as he helped carry the last of my clothes inside. My mama was at work and Michael was somewhere probably terrorizing somebody, so I didn’t mind him coming in.

Maybe today would be easy. Maybe today, I could just enjoy Jey without all the extra weight pressing down on me.

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The sun was blazing, sending waves of heat through the near-empty parking lot Jey had pulled into. It was the perfect spot to practice. As there was no risk of me hitting anybody shit.

I gripped the steering wheel, my shoulders tense as I stared straight ahead. “You sure ‘bout this?”

Jey’s arm draped over the back of the passenger seat as he watched me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Girl, if I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be lettin’ you sit in my driver’s seat. Now go ‘head, put yo’ foot on the gas, but slow.”

I exhaled hard, nodding. Doing my best to remember the basics. My foot tapped the pedal, and the car lurched forward, making me yelp.

Jey snorted. “Damn, baby, you tryna send us through the windshield?”

I shot him a glare, adjusting my grip. “Shut up.”

Jey chuckled but reached over, guiding my hands gently. “Relax. You got this. This shit easy once you get the hang of it.”

I took a breath, trying again. This time, the car moved forward smoothly, rolling through the lot without issue. A small grin tugged at my lips as confidence replaced my nerves. I could do this.

We spent the next hour going through the motions—turning, reversing, parking. Jey was patient with me, something I wasn’t used to. He wasn’t barking orders or making me feel stupid for messing up. He was teaching me. Something I found attractive. I liked this side of him.

After one final turn, I parked and turned to him, expecting praise. “Now, rate me 1-10.”

Jey smirked. “Solid 6.”

I gasped. “Excuse me?”

I know he didn’t try to play me like that especially after all my hard work.

“You still scared to go over 20 miles per hour. Ain’t no way I can rate you higher than that.”

I shoved his arm playfully. “You such a hater.”

Jey chuckled before letting his hand rest against my thigh. His fingers traced small circles as he spoke. “When you move in, I’ll get you a car. You ain’t gotta rely on nobody else to get around.”

My stomach flipped. There it was again. I shifted, watching his fingers absently stroke the skin of my uncovered leg. “Jey… why you so pressed on me movin’ in?”

Jey’s eyes lifted to mines, his expression unreadable. “’Cause I want you close. I want you with me every night. Not just sometimes.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek. It wasn’t just about moving in. There was something else to this and he couldn’t change my mind about that.

Jey took my hand in his, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. “I ain’t tryna press you. But I’m serious about this, Nye. I want this to be more. I see it all with you—home, marriage, kids.”

My breath caught. “Jey…”

“Don’t overthink it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist. “You built for this. We built for this.”

I stared at him, my emotions tangled into a knot I couldn’t untangle. He made it sound so easy. But deep down, I knew…

Nothing about this life was ever easy.

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August 12th 1998

The scent of hot comb and pressing oil filled my room as Natasha ran the straightener through the last section of my hair. The soft sizzle echoed against the steady hum of the ceiling fan above us. I sat still, staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror, watching Natasha work with skilled hands.

“You really letting Jey dress you now?” Natasha teased, eyeing the red, slinky dress draped across the bed. “This barely got enough fabric to be called a dress. I usually wear something like that, not you.”

I smirked, flipping a strand of my newly pressed hair over my shoulder. “You know how he is. He likes me looking good for him.”

Natasha rolled her eyes but grinned. “Mmhmm. He just likes showing you off knowing other men can’t have you.”

I laughed softly, before shifting the conversation. “Where’s Taya?”

Natasha paused briefly, then started on my edges. “With Jimmy, where else?”

There was something in her tone that made me glance up. “She been with him a lot lately, huh?”

Natasha exhaled through her nose. “Yeah. Ever since he and Jey got questioned by the police, she been… different. I don’t know, she ain’t herself.” She hesitated before adding, “I think Jimmy’s world is getting to her. She not use to no hood shit like that. Them white boys she usually date don’t get down like Jimmy do.”

I held back from saying what I really wanted to. I wondered if Natasha knew just how much Nataya’s life was changing—but that was for Nataya to share with her twin, not me. Instead, I offered a small nod. “She’ll talk when she’s ready.”

Natasha sighed. “Yeah, I hope so.”

With that, she pressed one last section, ran her fingers through my silky strands, and smiled. “There. You good to go.”

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Jey pulled up right on time, his car gleaming under the streetlights. I stepped outside, the summer heat hugging my skin. I felt Jey’s eyes on me before he even spoke.

“Damn, girl.”

He was out of the car in seconds, hands sliding to my waist, pulling me close. His eyes roamed my figure, lingering at the curve of my hips and the way the dress clung to my body. “You tryna kill me tonight?”

I giggled, pressing my hands against his chest. “You bought the dress.”

“And I knew you’d make it look even better than I imagined,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss me slowly, as if he wanted to savor the moment.

For once, things felt… light. I let myself melt into the affection, deciding to leave our recent tension about moving in behind for the night. I just wanted to enjoy my man.

Dinner was at a high-end steakhouse downtown, the kind of place with dim lighting, linen tablecloths, and jazz playing in the background. Jey was on his best behavior—keeping his hands on my thigh under the table, whispering sweet things in my ear between courses, making sure my glass stayed full. I loved moments like this.

By the time we left, I was feeling warm and content, my earlier worries buried beneath the buzz of good food and Jey’s presence. But as we drove further away from the city, the mood shifted.

I frowned. “Where we goin’?”

Jey smirked, eyes still on the road. “You’ll see.”

Minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of a decent sized suburban house. My stomach twisted. I had never been here before.

Jey parked and turned to me, nodding toward the house. “Come inside.”

I hesitated. Something about this felt… off. But this was Jey. I trusted him, didn’t I? I followed him up the steps and through the front door. The house was fully furnished—plush couches, framed art on the walls, a polished dining table, and soft lighting that made everything feel cozy.

I looked at him questioningly. “Jey… what is this? Whose house is this?”

Jey turned to me with a slow grin. “Our home. After your birthday, this where we’ll be livin’.”

My breath caught. Our home? My pulse quickened as I took another look around, realization sinking in. He had already planned everything without me. No conversation. No discussion. Just a decision he made for me.

“Jey, you can’t just decide that. You can’t keep doing this to me,” I said, voice tight.

Jey exhaled and closed the space between us, hands sliding up my arms. “Why you makin’ this a big deal? You know how good it’ll be, Nye.” He leaned in, brushing his lips along my jaw. “No more sneakin’ around. No more nights apart. Just me and you. Every night.”

I stiffened, torn between frustration and the way his kisses sent warmth through my body. “You don’t even ask, Jey. You just tell me what we doing.”

Jey kissed my neck slowly, his voice dropping lower. “Cause I know what’s best for us, baby.”

I wanted to push him away. I wanted to argue. But the way he was touching me, pulling me in, made everything blur. His hands trailed down my sides, gripping my hips as he walked me back toward the bedroom.

“Lemme show you how good it’ll be,” he murmured, lips ghosting over my ear.

My breath hitched as my back met the bed. Jey knew how to break my resolve. He knew the exact way to kiss me, the exact places to touch that made me forget—forget about the house, the plans, the fact that I was losing control of my own life.

His hands trailed lower, fingertips teasing over the delicate straps of my dress, his lips tracing the curve of my shoulder. His warmth wrapped around me like a promise—one that whispered of a life I wasn’t sure I could refuse. The air between us grew thick, charged with unspoken words and dangerous desires.

I should fight this. I should set my boundaries. But as Jey leaned over me, his breath hot against my skin, I let go.

For now. I could think about everything else later. This felt too good to fight it. So, I didn’t…

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August 15th 1998

The ringing of the phone pulled me from my half-sleep. I had been laying on my bed, flipping through a magazine, lost in my thoughts when I finally grabbed the receiver.

"Girl, you comin' to the party for Sami or what?" Kiyah’s voice was already impatient.

I exhaled, rubbing my forehead. "I don’t know yet."

I was still mad at myself for giving in to Jey. I wasn’t sold on moving in no matter how good he made me felt.

"Nye, stop playin'. You know you ain't got no choice," she huffed. "You Jey's girl. He gonna expect you to be there."

I sighed. She was right. Whether I wanted to or not, Jey was going to want me at that party. And he’d throw a fit if I wasn’t.

"The twins are comin', too," Kiyah added. "Sami specifically wanted Natasha there. He been eyein’ her for a minute. He want that chocolate ill nana."

I chuckled to myself. I had noticed how Sami hovered around Natasha whenever she was around. "Fine, fine. I’ll go."

"Good, 'cause I’m on my way. Jacob let me borrow a car."

I sat up, realizing Kiyah was getting in deep. Just like me and Taya. Natasha could be next if Sami played his cards right.

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By the time we got to the lounge, the party was already in full effect. The air was thick with smoke, laughter spilling from every corner of the dimly lit space. Drinks flowed freely, and bar food was being passed around like currency.

I spotted Sami immediately, pulling Natasha off to the side, his full attention locked on her. I smirked, realizing how smitten he was. Kiyah was draped under Jacob’s protective arm, whispering something in his ear that made him smirk. And then there was Nataya, sitting comfortably in Jimmy’s lap, eating while he nursed a drink and conversed with the men around him.

That’s when I saw it—a small pouch forming on her belly. She wasn’t going to be able to hide it much longer.

I made a mental note to pull her to the side later, but my attention shifted when my eyes landed on Jey. He was playing pool with Damian. My stomach knotted.

I knew they were friends, but it bothered me how much they were together. It was always the two of them. And Dulce wasn’t far either, lingering around the table like she was waiting for an opening.

I rolled my eyes and turned toward the bar, deciding to drink instead of engaging with Jey just yet. But he didn’t let me keep my distance for long. Before I knew it, he was on me, affectionate and intoxicated. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. "Why you ain't come straight to me when you got here, huh?" he murmured into my ear.

I was about to answer when the energy in the room shifted. Four men walked in, drawing everybody’s attention. Jey’s hold on me tightened before he abruptly let go, his whole posture changing. I looked up at him, confused, before glancing back at the men. One of them looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I had seen him before.

Damian moved first, stepping in front of them, his stance aggressive. The conversation started off calmly before their voices grew louder, and then it clicked. The man who stood directly in front of Damian. I had seen that man before—at Tama’s house party. The one who spoke to me and who Jey fought that night.

My stomach flipped as Jey pulled away from me, his focus locked on the men. I reached for him, trying to pull him back, but he was already moving in their direction.

Jey’s voice was low, controlled. "We can take this outside."

My pulse spiked. I didn’t know who the other men were or what this was about, but I knew one thing—this wasn’t good. Jimmy was by Jey’s side in a heartbeat, and together with Damian and the other Prada Bois, they followed the men toward the exit.

Nataya and I locked eyes, the same thought running through our minds. Without a word, we moved in unison, following them outside. Something was about to happen, and I needed to see it for myself.

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The humid night air clung to my skin, thick with the scent of sweat, spilled liquor, and burning rubber. My heart pounded as I stepped out of the lounge, the neon glow from the sign flickering above like a bad omen. Then, all hell broke loose.

Fists flew. Bodies slammed into car hoods. The night was alive with chaos. Could we go one night without the bullshit?

Jey and Damian were on the same man, the one Jey had already tangled with at Tama’s. Their fists were relentless, cracking against his ribs and face with sickening force. Jimmy and Sami were fighting off another dude, the scuffle dragging them toward the sidewalk. The men they were up against weren’t alone either—more of them lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike.

They definitely had planned to lure them outside and ambush them.

Jacob had a man in a chokehold against a car, his biceps flexed as the guy flailed weakly. Tama and Tonga moved like a synchronized storm, taking turns landing blows on another man who never saw them coming. Bronson wasn’t even fighting—he was destroying one of the dudes, his fists landing with a precision that made my stomach hurt. Blood splattered the pavement beneath him, the man barely holding himself up.

And then I saw it—him. A shadow moving in from the side, creeping up on Jey, a clenched fist ready to strike.

“Baby!” I screamed, sprinting before I even thought twice.

The man swung. The crack of impact sent Jey staggering forward, but he didn’t fall. I didn’t think—I just reacted. Wasn’t nobody about to whoop my man ass if I had anything to do with it.

I launched myself at the guy, swinging with everything in me. My fists connected, but I was outmatched. He caught my arm, yanked me off my feet, and slammed me onto the pavement so hard my breath vanished. Pain shot up my back, but before he could capitalize, a blur of movement exploded beside me.

Kiyah and Natasha.

They were on him in an instant, fists, nails, and heels flying. He barely had time to react before he was crumbling under their combined assault. I scrambled to my feet, my vision tunneling with rage, ready to join back in, but strong arms wrapped around my waist, dragging me back.

“Calm the fuck down,” Damian’s voice growled low in my ear, his grip firm and unyielding.

I kicked at the air, struggling. “Let me go!” I wasn’t done tagging his ass. Don’t nobody put they hands on me.

“Chill, Nyeya,” he warned, voice taut with authority. “Esta no es tu pelea.” (this ain’t your fight)

Jey had recovered by then, shaking off the hit he’d taken, his eyes locking on the man who dared put his hands on me. I barely had time to register what was happening before Jey lunged forward, tackling him like a linebacker. The guy hit the ground hard, and Jey was on top of him in an instant, fists hammering into his face with unrelenting fury.

The wail of police sirens shattered the air. Somebody had called them.

“Shit,” someone muttered.

The lounge owner stormed outside, waving his hands. “Aye! Break this shit up! The cops on the way!”

The energy shifted instantly. The Prada Bois started peeling away from their opponents, stepping back before things could escalate further. Jacob loosened his hold on the guy he was choking out, letting him drop like a sack of bricks. Tama and Tonga backed off, rolling their shoulders like they were just getting warmed up. But Jey wasn’t stopping.

His fists kept coming, blood coating his knuckles, his breathing ragged. He was lost in the violence, in the sheer need to make the man regret ever touching me.

I twisted against Damian’s hold. “Stop him! Damian stop him!”

Damian let out a sharp breath before finally releasing me, moving in to yank Jey back by the collar of his shirt. “Enough, dude! The cops are coming.”

Jey was breathing hard, his fists still clenched, but he finally backed away. His nostrils flared as the flashing red and blue lights became noticeable as they got closer to the scene. His chest rose and fell in sharp breaths, his eyes wild as they locked on mine.

The other men picked up the wounded from their crew, getting back into cars, pulling off with the quickness.

The police arrived shortly after, telling us all to get inside, their presence sending another ripple of tension through the room. My breath hitched as I prayed none of the Prada Bois would get hauled off. I knew how this went—one wrong word, one wrong move, and they’d find a reason to take somebody in.

The lounge owner wasted no time, stepping in with a practiced ease, his voice smooth as he explained to the officers that the fight had been started by the other men—outsiders who had crashed a private event looking for trouble. The police eyed everybody with suspicion, their gazes sweeping over the bruised faces and torn clothes.

For a moment, it felt like they weren’t buying it, but after some back and forth, and the lounge owner pressing that it was an unprovoked attack, they finally backed off. With a stiff warning, they turned on their heels and exited, their presence leaving a thick residue of unease behind.

Jey exhaled sharply, finally turning to me, his fingers grazing the cut on my elbow. The energy in the room was thick, suffocating. Across from us, Dulce was tending to Damian, but his attention was elsewhere—on me. I felt his gaze burning into my skin, an unspoken feelings passing between us that I quickly forced myself to ignore.

My arm throbbed, blood trailing in a thin line, but before I could assess the damage, Jey’s hands were on me, inspecting every inch.

Jey grabbed some napkins from a close by table and pressed them against my arm, his brows furrowed. "You gotta choose your battles more wisely, baby," he muttered, his voice laced with something deeper than concern.

Before I could respond, Damian stepped forward. "She good?" he asked, eyes flickering between me and Jey.

Jey didn’t even look up. "Yea. I got it handled, Uce. I appreciate you for looking out for her out there."

Damian nodded, but his expression told me he wasn’t convinced. The weight of everything that had just happened hung between us, unspoken but understood. I nodded at him, just to get him to let it go.

It seemed like chaos followed us no matter where we went. My head was still spinning from everything—the fight, the cops, the tension brewing in the air that felt like it was far from over.

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Things seem to settle down but the moment broke when Jimmy’s voice rang out over the murmur of the crowd.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Nataya was standing her ground, arms crossed, chin high. “What was you thinking? You think I was just gonna sit back and let them jump you?”

Jimmy raked a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “You pregnant, Taya. What the hell were you even doing outside in the first place? Especially when you carrying my baby.”

Everything stopped.

The words cut through the night like a blade. I felt my stomach drop as Natasha’s head snapped toward them so fast I thought she might get whiplash. “Baby?” she repeated, her voice dangerously quiet. “Did you just say baby?”

Jimmy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” she repeated, voice taut. “That’s all you gotta say?”

Jimmy exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “Yeah. Let’s not do this right now though.”

“Not now?” Natasha’s voice rose. “You got my sister pregnant, and you don’t wanna do this right fucking now.”

I gulped. This wasn’t supposed to come out especially right now in the mist of what just went down. Natasha had every right to be hurt though. That was her twin, who shared everything with her. I understood.

Natasha’s face twisted with disbelief. “And when the fuck was y’all gonna tell me? After she had the baby or when she could no longer hide it.”

Nataya looked at the ground, her hands protectively placed over her stomach. “We… I just needed time.”

Natasha inhaled sharply, stepping back like the air had been knocked out of her. “You needed time?” Her voice cracked, eyes flicking between her sister and Jimmy. “Are you kidding me, Taya?

Sami grabbed her by the arm, trying to hold her back. “Chill, Tasha.”

“Nah!” Natasha yanked away, her voice shaking. “This is crazy.”

Bronson, never one for dramatics, exhaled and clapped his hands together. “Aight, man, enough of this. We need to get outta here before the cops decide to circle back.”

Natasha wasn’t done though. She turned back to Jimmy. “So, what now, huh? What you gon’ do? You gon’ be around, or you gon’ leave my sister hanging?”

Jimmy’s jaw ticked, his patience wearing thin. “I already told her she ain't got nothing to worry about. She straight. My baby straight.”

Natasha scoffed. “Straight? Negro, y’all was just locked up not too long ago! How the hell you gon’ promise that?”

That hit a nerve. Jimmy’s entire posture shifted. “Watch your mouth, Nat.”

“Or what?” Natasha shot back, stepping closer.

Sami grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back. “Okay, that’s enough,” he muttered in her ear, and after a moment, she let him hold her there, her body still trembling with anger.

I looked at Nataya. She looked drained, her hands still protectively placed over her stomach. She didn’t have the fight in her right now, and I knew she just wanted this to be over.

Jey sighed next to me before stepping forward. “We handling this, aight? Everybody just relax.”

Natasha turned her glare on him. “You knew?”

Jey held his hands up. “Hell nah. I just found out like the rest of y’all.”

Natasha stared at him for a moment, deciding whether she believed him or not, before exhaling and shaking her head. “This is wild.”

Bronson clapped his hands again, louder this time. “Aight, we done here. This shit is done. Everybody go home, get your shit together. We got business to handle tomorrow.”

One by one, people started filing out. The energy in the room was still tense, but the immediate threat of another fight had passed. For most of them, it seemed like just another day.

Jey pulled me closer, brushing his fingers over the cut on my elbow. “C’mon, let’s go.”

I hesitated, glancing at Nataya. She met my eyes and gave me a small nod, silently telling me she’d be okay. I hugged her before following Jey out the door.

As we stepped into the cool night air, he pulled me into his car, his grip firm but careful. Once inside, he exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples. “Shit’s gettin’ messy.”

I didn’t respond. I just stared out the window, watching as Jimmy and Nataya stood by his car, talking in hushed voices. Kiyah, Natasha, along with Sami stood next to the car we all arrived in.

Jey reached over, his fingers grazing my thigh. “You with me, right?”

I turned to him, my mind racing with everything that had happened tonight, everything that had been revealed.

I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah… I’m with you.”

I had told myself over and over that I was built for this life. That I could handle whatever came with it. But tonight made me wonder if I had just been lying to myself.

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On Sight - Part 3 (Jey Uso/OC)

The fact that we hate each other don’t mean we can’t fuck. Just don’t fall in love with me. Part 3 of my 4-part Jey Uso/OC series.

Warnings: The usual smut, toxic behavior, angst

Word count: 6.5k

A/N: I had to split it, so now it’s four parts. I wasn’t comfortable that it was so damn long lol.

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PART 3 - BOTH?

A tired sigh left your lips as you disabled the comments on your Instagram page. Another day, another disrespectful internet troll trying to fuck up your mood. 

The past couple of weeks were some of the worst you’d encountered in recent memory. Barely eighteen months since you joined WWE and you had already fallen prey to the vulturous dirt sheets and backstage drama. Your co-workers were now under the false assumption that you were in a love triangle with Jey Uso and Cody Rhodes. After the airport pictures were leaked, you and Jey trended on Twitter for twenty-four hours, as fans had a lot to say about what they believed was a new wrestling romance. You refused interviews, shut off your comments and mentions on all your platforms, and under ‘advisement’ from Hunter and management, you stayed off TV for a couple of weeks until the whole thing blew over. But now that you were home alone and not traveling, your mind was forced to return to what happened that day.

Return to the one person you had no business thinking about.

You did not miss Jey Uso. He did not deserve a second of your attention. Which is why you ignored all his phone calls and text messages, only stopping short of blocking his number. He did not deserve an ounce of your emotions. Even though you cried over him more times than you cared to admit. Even though you couldn’t get all those nights…and mornings…and afternoons…of passion, out of your head. He did not deserve any of your headspace. And yet, all you could think about was those chocolate brown eyes of his that pierced your soul…Eyes that now haunted your dreams…Eyes that were filled with rage just weeks ago. In all the times you got on each other's nerves, you had never seen him like that, and you weren’t sure you wanted any part of it.

The irony was, you had no intention of fraternizing with the talent when you joined the WWE. Workplace dalliances often went up in smoke. But there was something about Jey fucking Uso that you just could not seem to resist. Your mind kept saying no, even resorted to name-calling and bickering to repel him. But once your body gave in, there was no going back. Then, your heart followed. Thinking all would be well, you carried on like a naïve little girl, only to end up getting embarrassed. And it hurt like hell.

Your phone vibrated, and your partner in crime, Kayla Braxton’s happy face flashed at you, reminding you about attending Beyoncé’s show later tonight. How could you forget about the hottest tour in town? You all bought VIP access tickets months ago and there was no way you were going to miss it. Your hair appointment was in an hour and a custom-made outfit would soon be at your doorstep. You planned on looking your very best tonight; after all, you never know who would meet at a place like that…

Long story short, you were moving on. You were becoming the main character again, living your best life and damning all negativity to hell. Because you were that bitch. Simple as.

Fuck Jey Uso.

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If Jey thought you didn’t have that many fans before, he found out the hard way that it was the exact opposite.

Your fanboys were coming for his head. The nicer comments were “It should’ve been me!” and the more caustic ones were not very PG. Only God knows how they would have reacted if they found out how the breakup went down; he’d be fucked six ways to Sunday.

The Tag team champion groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and regretting it instantly - because every time he did, your face was all he saw anymore. His brain seemed to enjoy tormenting him with memories of the mess he made that day. He could still smell the roses he’d bought for you. He could see you in that room, Cody’s lips pressed against yours...

...The tears in your eyes as he screamed at you…the pain in your voice as you screamed back…

He knew he fucked up. He said some terrible things he wished he could take back. But now he couldn’t go through a day without being asked about you and when he started dating you. Hilarious, as you weren’t even speaking to him. He glanced at his phone again to see if you’d finally replied to at least one of his numerous calls and texts. Of course not. You ignored every single one of them. You avoided him and refused to be anywhere near him. As much as he deserved your wrath, it was starting to get to him.

Scrolling through his Instagram, he noticed Liv Morgan’s recent IG story placed her at Beyoncé’s concert. Most of the Smackdown female roster were with her, yourself included. He knew you loved Beyoncé, so undoubtedly you were having a great time. Your hair was beautiful, and you looked hot as hell in that jumpsuit…

Fuck.

He thought this shit only happened in movies; the whole enemies-to-lovers schtick, catching feelings only for something stupid to happen and ruin the connection you were building. Well, it was happening in real life and happening to him, and honestly? It sucked.

His matches also suffered a drop in quality. By all standards they were still okay; he was still executing all his moves right and his mannerisms were adequate. But it wasn’t the same. Because he was missing you. Without you around anymore, he was useless. He'd become so used to being with you that your absence opened up a void that he felt could not be filled. 

His boys were starting to notice and were losing patience with him. 

“Dude, get your shit together,” Roman admonished him one evening in their locker room as they prepared for their tag match for the Smackdown main event.

“Chill. I’m just in a funk, that’s all,” he explained lamely, acutely aware that his older cousin would see right through his excuse.

“Not our fault that you fumbled Y/N. Don’t mean you should take it out on your performances and make the rest of us look bad.”

“Stop being an asshole, Roman,” Jimmy said as he taped his fingers, then turned his attention to Jey. “I’m still shook over the fact that you were sleeping with her all this time and I had no idea,” he said to Jey. “And why you tell Big Uce before me? Huh bro?”

“He never told me. I found ‘em fucking in our locker room,” Roman clarified.

Jimmy gaped at his brother with wide eyes. “Yooooo, what?! When was this? Damn, you nasty as hell, twin!”

“Fuck off, you and Trin done fucked in worse places,” Jey countered. “It was a long time ago, bruh. Now she won’t even look at me.”

“What d’you expect?” Roman continued. “What did you think would happen after what you did? And on top of those photos getting out? Yeah, you didn’t stand a chance. Own that shit, dude. You fucked up.”

Jey exhaled heavily. “Thanks man, way to make me feel like shit.”

“He is right, uce. That’s a bad bitch you let slip away,” said Jimmy.

Jey gaped at his brother and cousin, lifting his arms in exasperation. “Yo, ain’t you supposed to be on my side?”

“Yeah, but I like her a lot.” Jimmy elaborated. “She’s cool and sassy as hell. Now that I think about it, she was good for you. She kept you on your toes, and you were much happier, Uce. I saw it, and now that I know she was the reason, you need to figure out how to get her back, asap.”

Right. That was not happening anytime soon, not if you had anything to say about it.

The Bloodline’s match was against the team of Cody Rhodes and the Street Profits. Jey did his best to remain professional, but one look at the American Nightmare had his blood boiling. Once they locked up in the ring, his punches got stiffer, his move set became more aggressive. At one point, Jey wrapped his forearm around Cody’s windpipe a little too tightly in an illegal rear naked choke. In retaliation, Cody elbowed him square in the face, causing blood to spurt from his nose. It was all downhill from there, and they barely made it to the end of the match in one piece.

Backstage, a big melee erupted as Jimmy and Solo had to forcibly restrain their brother from attacking the American Nightmare. “You motherfucker! You broke my fuckin’ nose!” he yelled.

“And you beat the shit outta me and almost choked me out, so we’re even, motherfucker!” Cody shot back over Roman’s shoulder. “You got your receipt now. Are you happy? Huh? Are you satisfied?”

“No. Next time keep your hands off my girl!” Jey snarled.

Cody snorted. “Your girl, huh? You say she’s your girl, yet you had no problem disrespecting her and embarrassing her in public.”

“Aye, shut your fucking mouth!” Jey barked, incensed. In his peripheral vision, he could see you standing among the gathering crowd a few feet away, flanked by Kayla and Samantha. The other two women were looking at him like they wanted to beat his ass. In contrast, your expression was blank. Unreadable. He wished he knew what you were thinking.

“Did I lie? We all saw you, insulting her, calling her names over something that wasn’t even her fault!” Cody went on, “So since you wanna air this shit out again, fine. It was me. I put her in a position she didn’t wanna be in, and I regret it and I’ve apologized. But you’re a dumbass for treating her like that.”

The Tag team champ visibly bristled. It was one thing to hear from his family that he fucked up. It was a whole ‘nother thing to hear it from his opp. Both were rather humbling experiences, not that he would admit that shit to anyone. 

Cody picked up his ring jacket and threw it over his shoulder, his ire still trained on Jey. “Now that we got all the aggression out of the way, I strongly suggest that you get on your hands and knees and beg for her forgiveness. That’s a beautiful, smart, gem of a woman you’re taking for granted, and she obviously cares about you, which is a whole lot less than your bitch ass deserves.” With that, he walked away, having made his point loud and clear.

Jey twisted out of his brothers’ grasp, his teeth bared in an agitated sneer. When he glanced in your direction again, you were gone. 

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You fixed what you hoped was an attentive look on your face while pretending to listen to Bobby Lashley talk. He was a nice guy, but he just wasn't…interesting. You’d been talking to him for most of the night and you were bored, despite the fun, albeit pounding, music booming through the club. The sooner you got out of here, the better, because the mannerisms and suggestive twinkle in his eyes told you he was expecting sex later tonight. Such a pity…he looked like he was good in bed, but it was painfully obvious that you didn't have much in common. Maybe you should start dating non-wrestlers again.

A chill swept through your spine out of nowhere. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you sensed a new presence among the cluster of people already in the VIP section. Something pushed you to direct your gaze towards the entrance, and you did.

Jey.

Despite yourself, desire flushed through you as you watched him make his way into the room. As though feeling the heat of your stare, he looked in your direction and your eyes locked. Even from a distance, the sparks flew between you, sharp and explosive over the dimmed lights of the large room. You saw his gaze flicker between you and Bobby, a maelstrom of emotions swimming in his narrowed eyes.

Diamond came up behind him, looping her arm around his.

You felt your heart drop, and the pang of jealousy grew inside you like a weed. Of course. Why were you not surprised? 

Bobby calling your name finally broke the hypnosis. Tearing your gaze away, you cleared your throat and reached for your drink.

"We can leave if that’ll make you more comfortable,” Bobby offered, his tone sympathetic.

Adamantly, you shook your head. “Why? We’re staying right here.” 

“So, he your ex now or somethin’?” Bobby inquired, his eyes on you as he sipped his cocktail.

“He’s nothing to me,” you answered, a bit too harshly. “Let’s talk about something else, please.” You plastered a smile on your face, exponentially more interested in Bobby Lashley than you’d ever been.

The drinks kept flowing, to your delight. When a waiter placed four tequila shots on your table, you snatched one up and knocked it back with ease, followed by a second. Looking over to where Jey was seated, you saw him take a swig of Hennessy straight from the bottle. Diamond was on his lap, grinding all up on him. Releasing a deep breath, you cleared your throat, annoyed. The longer you sat there, the angrier you felt, and the more alcohol you consumed. Glancing back at him one more time, you gulped down the rest of your drink and turned to Bobby. 

"Dance with me." You stood up without waiting for his answer. He followed though, and soon you were encased in a moving sea of bodies. Your arms slid around his neck, feeling his hands grab your hips, holding you against him as you moved together with the music. He then turned you around so your back was against his chest, keeping you tight to him. You tilted your head as he nuzzled your exposed neck, his breath hot on your skin. 

“You’re lookin’ real sexy tonight, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear, his big hand draped dangerously over the top of your thigh.

You weren’t listening. You had caught Jey’s eyes again, and he looked like he wanted to murder somebody. Good. Fueled by alcohol and revenge, you ground your ass against Bobby’s groin, feeling his arousal, imagining it belonged to someone else. Your gaze remained on your ex, and your nipples tightened from the way he stared at you, knowing he was fully aware of his effect on you.

Done with the games, you stepped away abruptly from Bobby, swaying slightly on your heeled feet. "I don’t feel so good. I think I’m gonna head home," you informed him.

“You’ve had a lot to drink. Let me take you home,” Bobby said. His voice remained calm, but his teeth gritted with obvious sexual frustration. You saw right through it and hastened your exit.

“No need, I’ll just call an Uber. Don’t let me ruin your evening.” You turned and left without letting him answer. You felt bad that you did him like that, but you just had to get the fuck out of there.

The fresh air afforded you some relief as you waited for your Uber. It cleared your head a little bit, but then all the thoughts rushing in were on him. You hated that he still felt like home to you. It still felt like he was yours. Those feelings angered you because it was not true, and you knew you were being stupid, pathetic and weak. You knew if he’d fucked you over once, he’d do it again. You weren’t a child. You knew the games of the assholes of the world, and you couldn’t believe you’d given in to one, that all you had to show for it were the shattered pieces of your heart.

You really wished you could forget about Jey. You did. All you wanted was for the pain in your heart to subside, but he’d made such an imprint on you. It didn’t help that you were in l-

As soon as the thought emerged, you jammed your hands over your ears, as though this could somehow block out the mental reverberations of your emotions. No! Stop it! You’re not! Not with that prick-

“There she is. The queen ho herself.”

You heard her before you saw her. Diamond. With her hands on her hips, in a dress one size too small for her, adopting a smug, triumphant air as though she had finally won the prize she’d been chasing for a long time. “Nice to see you, girl,” she said, a fake ass smile stretching her face. “I see you been real busy sleeping your way to the top. So, not only did you fuck Jey and Cody Rhodes at the same time, you’re fucking Bobby Lashley now.” She scoffed. “Who’s the slut now, huh?"

The last thing you wanted was to entertain this bitch. But the drinks in your system made your mouth faster than your brain. “Run along, little girl. Don’t speak on things you know nothing about.” You made a shooing motion with your hand.

“Oh yeah? Well, you’re the talk of the town, sweetheart. Jey caught you having sex with Cody. You got tired of them two and now you’re with Lashley. Tell me. What’s it like getting passed around like a lit blunt?”

The fucking lies. That was what you could not stand. The dirt sheets, your nosy ass colleagues. And now this bitch. “Is that what Jey told you, or did you read that somewhere and your dumb, gullible little self swallowed it up like a sheep,” you sneered, eyeing her up and down. “Oh, I forgot…swallowing is what you do best.” 

A snide laugh left Diamond’s lips. “Jey was right when he said you’re jealous. You're pressed because I got your man now. Stay mad, ho.”

You giggled at the desperation oozing from her. She really tried it. “You ain’t got shit, bitch. You’re not half the woman I am. Every time you’re fucking him, you know damn well that he’s thinking of me. Are you enjoying the taste of my pussy, sweetie? Cuz that’s all you’ll ever taste when you’re kissing him or sucking his dick.”

The self-important demeanor slipped from Diamond’s features. “Bitch, I’ma beat your drunk ass right now. You’re begging for an ass whooping, and I’ll be happy to give it to you!”

“Bring it, bitch. Drunk or not, I’ll still wipe the floor with your dusty ass wig. But my nails cost a hundred dollars and they cute as fuck. Your bitch ass is definitely not worth it. Keep enjoying my sloppy seconds though." With that, you walked away, wondering where the fuck that Uber was.

When Diamond shoved you in the back, making you almost fall over from the impact, it felt like a fever dream. By the time you turned to face her, your vision had reduced to a sea of blinding red. The backhand you hit her with was so hard your entire arm stung. She’d barely hit the ground before you lunged again, clawing at her hair, but a pair of strong hands yanked you backwards before you could inflict another blow, pulling a few tracks out of her head in the process.

“Get off me!" you shouted, flailing wildly and swinging your fists. "Get the fuck off me!"

Jey’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist as his warm breath grazed your cheek. "Hey, hey, chill," he whispered firmly into your ear, "Let it go," he added as he glanced over at Diamond being helped to her feet by some of her NXT peers. A small crowd was starting to gather outside, and Jey knew you had to leave, now. “Come on, let’s get outta here.”

“Fuck off me! Let me go, that bitch need to die!” Enraged and out for blood, you continued to struggle against him as he led you away.

“Are you gonna leave me here?!” Diamond shrieked, watching Jey depart with you in disbelief.

Ignoring her, he took you to his truck which thankfully, was nearby. He literally dragged you, kicking and screaming, into the truck, shoving you into the passenger’s side, and drove off as discreetly as possible. 

He knew where you lived. He’d been to your place many times, just like you’d been to his. Though it was only a fifteen minute drive from the club, it seemed like hours as the deafening silence amplified the already suffocating tension between you.

“Why you out here fighting, huh? Whatchu doin’?” he asked, not backing down from the murderous look you shot him at his question.

“Fuck off, you ain’t my daddy!” you fired back. “You shoulda let me wash that bitch, I don’t care if she’s your girl.”

Jey sighed. “She’s not my girl.”

“Oh, really? Woulda never guessed from the way she was practically fucking you in the club.”

“I could say the same thing ‘bout you and Lashley. You were all up on him too,” he challenged.

Feeling your temper rise, you started to respond, but stopped short and shook your head instead. “Ya know what? Stop the car. Now. I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

"You ain't goin' nowhere in them high ass heels," he pointed out. "Besides, you in no shape to be alone right now. And we almost at your place anyway."

“Well hurry up cuz I’m feeling nauseous. Unless you want me to vomit right here. I’ll be more than happy to.”

The thinly-veiled threat motivated him to increase his speed limit. 

When he pulled up at your house, you refused his assistance and tried to get out of the car by yourself. You barely made it a few steps out, teetering on your heels, when you stumbled on the way to your door. 

"Need me to carry you?" Jey asked, knowing the answer already.

You looked at him miserably, "My head hurts."

“Where your keys at?” he asked, opening your purse to fish out your key. Unlocking the door, he picked you up bridal style and stepped through, as you wrapped your arms around him. 

"You're really strong, babe. I like my men strong,” you slurred and broke into a fit of hysterical giggles. 

It was going to be a long night.

In your living room, he laid you on the love seat, took off your shoes and quickly put a trash can next to you, just in case. Sitting in the arm chair across from you, he noticed you staring intently at him. "You okay? Ya need somethin’?"

"You’re sexy as fuck. Have I ever told you that?” you drawled, your smile wider than necessary as you slowly stood up.

Jey couldn’t help but blush at your compliment. "Ain’t nobody as sexy as you, princess," he replied, biting his lip as his eyes scanned your curvy frame appreciatively. Hands down the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He ached for you, but he just couldn’t have you.

Your stance was shaky as you crossed over to him, swinging your leg over his lap to straddle him, and wound your arms around his neck. "Jey...I think I like you."

He blushed again, a little flustered by the complete 180 your behavior had taken between the car ride and now. Yes, he knew you were drunk, but he wasn’t exactly sober himself. This was suddenly a precarious situation. "I thought you hate me," he murmured against your shoulder, his hands finding your hips despite himself.

You pulled back and thought about it for a second, "Yeah, I still do. But I like you too. A lot. Maybe." Framing his bearded face in your small hands, your lips brushed softly over his nose, his cheek, his chin. “Can I kiss you? I really wanna kiss you.”

Tilting your head, you nipped his bottom lip, teasing the plump flesh with your tongue. With each press of your mouth, you added more pressure, and like butter next to heat, he melted, capturing your mouth with his, tasting the alcohol on your tongue. God, he missed kissing you. Missed your touch, missed you pressed up against him like this. But this was wrong. You were both clearly out of it, and he didn’t want you to feel like he was taking advantage of you.

Groaning pitifully, he broke the kiss and tried to push you away, acutely cognizant of your big, dilated pupils. "Princess, we shouldn't do this…Not when we both wasted."

You frowned and pouted, "We’re fiiiine. Come on, Daddy, I need you." Your lips latched onto his neck, knowing full well it was his sweet spot, rolling your ass against his crotch and feeling him harden underneath you. Your moans became throatier and sultrier, gradually stripping away the little self-control he had left. His lips crashed back over yours, his tongue moving roughly in your mouth, a fistful of your hair in his hand and your ass in the other, molding and kneading possessively. This was such a stupid idea on both your parts. But right now it was all you both wanted and consequences be damned.

You helped him peel off your short dress, tugging it over your head. His palms quickly roamed your smooth skin, stopping at your ass to squeeze the soft flesh. Then, shoving his hand inside your underwear, he flattened his palm right over the slick juncture between your legs and rubbed the wetness there, and he smiled as you moaned softly, as your skin quivered around his hand. But two could play that game. Your hand slithered down his pants, finding him rock-hard. You massaged his length with your fist, and just like that, you both found yourselves in a standoff; heated stare on heated stare, jerking each other off like it was a competition. 

Leaning in to nibble his earlobe, you whispered in his ear, "Fuck me right now, Uso. And make it count."

He didn’t need to be told twice. He shot to his feet, lifting you into his arms with your ass in his clutches. Your body was alluringly warm and soft and he almost wept from how good you felt against him. Cradling you to him, his long legs quickly ate up the distance between the living room and your bedroom. He laid you on the edge of the bed and took off his shirt. His mind and body were highly strung, desperate to find some relief and release all of the pent up tension from tonight.

Although you tried to pretend that this was nothing more than a quick fuck, you couldn't resist sitting up and slowly kissing his lips. He tasted so good, and his naked body felt even better. You let your hands wander over his chest, dragging your nails across his pec tattoos in as you kissed him, before you pulled away abruptly and shoved him onto his back with his legs still set on the floor. Seeing him stretched out over your sheets brought back memories which you quickly tried to dispel. You yanked his pants down to his ankles with force, frowning when a condom fell out of the back pocket. Picking it up, you tossed it onto his chest.

“Put it on,” you told him, denying yourself the enticing visage of him rolling the rubber down his shaft. For all you cared, it was meant for Diamond, but you decided to ignore that and focus on the hard dick that was waiting and ready for your use.

Jey’s eyebrows creased in confusion as he watched you take off your panties, only to turn your back on him. "Whatchu doin’?"

"What’s it look like I’m doin’," you shrugged, nudging his legs wide apart and adjusting yourself in the reverse cowgirl position. You took hold of him and eased yourself down his length, an agonizingly slow slide until your ass pressed down on his pelvis. You both groaned at the feeling, your head hanging down while you reacquainted yourself with his fullness. This was for the best; you wouldn’t have to look at his face or get caught up in his gorgeous eyes.

Placing your hands on his knees, you began riding him, hard, quick, focusing solely on your pleasure. Circling your hips, you moaned out as your pussy immediately clamped around every inch of his cock. He was panting already, his hands on your waist helping you to bounce on him. Jey looked on, completely hypnotized by the sight of your ass slapping against his pelvis, your pussy leaking all over the condom covering his cock. He gripped your ass cheeks before spreading them open so you could take him deeper. As he began to jut his hips upwards into you, you threw your head back with a whimper, losing yourself to the sweet sensation of him filling you, wet smacking sounds echoing around the bedroom as you met him thrust for thrust.

“You feel so good, princess," Jey breathed, caressing wherever he could reach, eventually finding your breasts and tugging your puckered nipples between his thick fingers. 

"Mmmm," you purred, trying to ignore his sexy voice. It was impossible to deny how good he felt, stretching you, testing the limits to the depth and tightness of your pussy. Still, you took back control by switching to hard, grinding motions, concentrating on getting off. Luckily you were almost there; he was nestled right against your g-spot as you gyrated your ass on him, edging closer to your orgasm.

Jey knew what you were trying to do, and the Alpha Male in him was not having it. Surging to his feet with you in his arms, he climbed into the bed and dumped you amongst the pillows back-first. Sitting back on his heels, he pried your legs wide apart and tapped his dick against your clit, then shoved it back inside you. The sharp, sudden invasion only fueled your pleasure, and you squealed, your moans coming in short, raspy pants as he pummeled your pussy hard and fast. Clamping a hand around your throat, he slammed his dick into your sweet spot over and over, making your eyes flutter shut in utter pleasure as you came all over him. This was just like old times...straight-up vulgar fucking that laid waste to your g-spot. Jey kept fucking you through your orgasm, looking down at the place where your bodies merged, and smiling arrogantly at what he saw.

"Look at that pussy, nutting all over my cock. So fuckin' good. You missed Daddy's dick, amirite?"

"Yes, Daddy," you moaned, turning your head to the side as he started rotating his hips, slow-grinding inside your pussy, "Aww, shit..."

“Look at me,” he growled, frowning when you ignored him. Again. Grabbing your cheeks between his fingers, he steered your face back to meet his heated gaze. “I said look at me,” he ordered, his voice gruff and menacing.

Moth. Flame. Just as you predicted, the feelings and emotions came flooding back. Just like you feared, you got lost in his eyes; the passion, the desire, the affection you felt for him, reflecting back at you. You groaned softly with him, and he leaned down and nuzzled your throat, his nostrils breathing in your scent, your skin, absorbing you. Your legs hitched higher around his waist, allowing him to hook them over his elbows and deepen his strokes, giving you that Henny dick, and your pussy reacted accordingly.

“Yeah, baby, grip that dick, squeeze me hard. You’re turned on, ain’t cha,” Jey grunted, licking the seam of your lips and doing the same to both your nipples, “I told you, this pussy belongs to me. You’re mine, princess. Don’t ever forget that shit.”

“Mmm, unnnhhh, mmmph…” You whined so sexily beneath him. All soft and delicate like a little kitten. You were looking up at him with your pretty eyes, dilated with a mix of pleasure and liquor as you took his big cock like a good girl. He was caught up in your eyes and the feel of your fingers clutching the back of his head, enticing him to kiss you again, adding extra tongue, his head seemingly about to combust from how good he was feeling. Sober or intoxicated, your sex was always incredible; he couldn’t get enough of you if he tried.

He swung your legs up onto his shoulders, your heavy pants dissolving into outright cries when he started jackhammering into you. His hips collided into yours with brute force, smothering you into the bed with his bigger body. It was mind-blowing, his dick at the bottom of your pussy, your toes touching the headboard, the heat between you spreading, scorching, hurtling towards an extinction-level explosion. And when it hit you, tears sprung to your eyes and you were robbed of all speech. Your muscles tensed and your legs shook from its intensity. 

Jey’s tortured groan warmed the crook of your neck as he detonated with you, his body shivering from indescribable pleasure. The harsh movement of his hips softened into gentle rolls in his attempt to pour every drop of himself in the condom buried inside you. Afterwards, he hovered weakly over your prone frame, drained and out of breath, before finding enough strength to pull out and crumple down next to you. Your last thought as you curled up against his warm body was how much you missed this. Missed him.

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The horrendous sensation of your stomach climbing up your throat woke you up. Almost falling out of the bed, you half-ran, half-stumbled into the bathroom. You barely made it to the toilet bowl in time, falling on your knees to empty the contents of your stomach. Tears pricked your eyes as you struggled to breathe. You hated throwing up. It hurt like hell and you always felt like you were puking up all your insides.

Just as you thought it was over, another wave of nausea came along, wrenching through your entire body. You suddenly felt a hand on your back, another pulling your hair away from your face. Jey. You tried to ward him off, but he didn’t budge, holding your hair until you were done puking your guts out. He then helped you up, took your robe and put it on you, and it was then you noticed he was in his briefs and nothing else. He waited for you to wash your mouth and brush your teeth, then carried you back to the bed, picking up the bottle of water and aspirin he’d set by the nightstand.

“Here, this will help. Took some earlier this morning before you woke up.” He handed them to you and watched you closely like a dutiful spouse. The taste of water right after brushing your teeth was revolting, but you forced the medicine down. Once you were finished, you put the water away and pointed at the door. 

“You can get out now. Let yourself out when you’re done getting dressed." 

There was a heavy silence as he digested your flippant dismissal. “You bein' for real right now?” he said through gritted teeth.

“What? We fucked and we got off. Why you still here?”

"Because I care about you," he responded. His voice was tight, strained, struggling to keep his emotions at bay. "Okay? I’m here because I didn’t want you to be alone. I stayed cuz I wanted to see you…Baby, we need to talk."

“I ain’t your baby. And I don’t wanna talk to you.” Getting back out of the bed, you left him alone in the room. You were still tired and the morning light felt as blinding as headlights, but you trudged on, eager to put distance between you and him.

Hurrying into his clothes and shoes, Jey fought off his own hangover symptoms as he followed you into the living room. “You ignored every single one of my calls and my texts. I been tryna talk to you for weeks. Just hear me out, please, babe.”

With every syllable he uttered, a tsunami was gathering strength inside you, threatening to break and flood the wall you had tried so hard to put back up. Then, that wall gave way, and your lips moved, the raging tsunami powering through the throbbing sensation in your head. 

"Fuck you."

Jey flinched, chastened by your vicious rebuff. "Princess," he began, but you kept talking, your emotions spilling like a malfunctioning fountain.

"No, don’t fucking cut me off! Why would I ever want to speak to you again after what you did? You never gave me a chance to explain so why do you deserve to be heard? Huh?” You shoved your hair angrily out of your face. “After Cody kissed me, I came straight to you because I wanted to be honest with you and start off our relationship the right way. And instead you exposed us. I begged you, begged you to hear me out…but you didn't. You called me every name in the book over a misunderstanding! You humiliated me in front of our co-workers! Do you have any idea how that made me feel?"

He did. That was why he was here. To take responsibility for his actions. To start over, if you wanted to. He wanted you to understand that what he did hurt him as much as it hurt you. 

But you had no interest in any of it. “That's not all you did, either and this is the one that really pisses me off. You used me. You used Key West to break down my walls and get close to me. You stole my heart, you made me fall for you and then tossed me aside like trash. You treated me like I was nothing, in fact, less than nothing. I always knew you hated me, but I never realized you hated me that much!”

He felt his stomach plummet somewhere in the abyss. “Baby, I don’t hate you-”

The laugh you let out at his response sent a chill through him. It was sarcastic, humorless, borderline manic, and it burned his soul, the fire almost as scalding as the one that blazed in your eyes.

“You don’t just hate me, Jey. You despise me,” you corrected, your tone clipped and ice-cold. “You detest me. You would never have done what you did if you don’t. You hurt me on purpose, and I blame myself because I was stupid to think you actually cared about me. I let my guard down and that’s on me. But mark my words when I say it will never, ever, ever, happen again. I swear on all four of my grandparents’ graves. You fucked with me for the last time.”

Jey forced down the lump that had formed in his throat. The regret in his eyes was palpable, looking like a lost puppy as he tried to plead his case. “Y/N, please-” 

"Don’t touch me!" You jerked away when he tried to reach for you, your heart lurching at the hurt in his eyes. “Just fucking leave, alright? Leave me alone! Go back to Diamond. You can fuck her all you want now, cuz as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing between us."

Jey came closer to you, his eyes narrowed and unwavering. "After last night, we both know that’s bullshit,” he stated confidently.

For one agonizing second, you wanted to choke him out. You wanted to rip your heart out of your chest, hold the battered organ up in front of his face, and scream: "See this? This is what you did to me!" You were so upset; your legs were about to buckle and you just wanted him gone. You couldn’t bear to be near him anymore. "Last night was a drunken mistake. Period. We’re done, Jey. I don’t ever want to see you again. Get out!" Walking over to the door, you flung it wide open and glared pointedly at him.

A distraught Jey struggled to process this turn of events. He didn’t want to leave you. Not like this. But the tears in your eyes and the quivering of your lip told him everything he needed to know. He had done an unforgivable thing by breaking your heart. Breathing out a dejected sigh, he slipped past you without another word and walked out through the door, out of your life, just like you asked him to, his chest tightening with every step he took.

Slamming the door shut on the man you loved, your legs gave out at last, and you slid down to the ground in a flood of tears. This agony, this ache inside your chest, was tearing you apart. The betrayal and deep regret and utter worthlessness overwhelmed you. You couldn't breathe, your chest heaved, and you struggled not to cry out from the pain that gripped your broken heart like a vice.

On the other side of the door, Jey’s features crumpled in pain as he listened to the anguish of the woman he loved; your sniffles, your sobs, each one ripping out a different piece of his heart. Pressing his forehead against the door, his fingers splayed out against the wooden surface, as though trying to reach out to you, trying to take away your pain. The pain he caused.

"I'm sorry, Y/N…I'm so sorry…"

END OF PART 3

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More drama!😖😭

Thoughts? Is it finally over for our lovebirds? What’s going to happen in the season finale?

Please leave comments. I love comments!

Banner made by me. Jey gifs by @jeysuso​. Credit to owners of the other pics and gifs.

[omegawhiskers]

Why I started watching WWE again

The earliest memory I have of professional wrestling is The Undertaker/Yokozuna feud. This fond memory was the catalyst to moulding my enjoyment to this form of entertainment.

Years later I began watching WWE/WWF on a full-time basis because it was aired weekend mornings. The Stone Cole Steve Austin/Vince McMahon feud hooked me. As a child, it was an awesome to see an authority type figure getting their ass kicked. Both McMahon and Austin produced classics moments in wrestling history. I bought PPV’s on VHS such as St Valentine’s Day Massacre. I must of watched that tape a couple of times a day over the next few weeks.

WWE became a part of my life. I made it my business to watch Raw and Smackdown every week; I even watched Velocity and Sunday Night Heat. I couldn't get enough! I tried to get my hands on stuff from independents and in 2004 I did some pro wrestling training. But if WWE was such an important part of my life then why did I stop watching it?

2017 wasn’t the worst year in WWE. The Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens feud was fantastic, The Hardyz returned, Kurt Angle was inducted into the Hall of Fame, The Shield reunited, and Samoa Joe made his debut. Despite all of this, a babyface Roman Reigns just couldn’t get over and Jinder Mahal was WWE Champion. I’m not even going to go into the House of Horrors match, but it was something. But it’s OK to have bad moments. They can teach you to never repeat those mistakes again…or can they?

2018 was worse. Some moments left a bad taste in my mouth such as Dean Ambrose turning heel on his fellow Shield member, Seth Rollins. This was the same night that Roman announced that he had leukemia. What the fuck was Vince thinking? The storyline was uglier than a dog’s dinner. Dean would leave the company less than a year later. WWE also went into a controversial deal with Saudi Arabia. The Saudi PPV saw Shane McMahon win WWE World Cup tournament becoming the ‘’Best in the World’’.  This is the same PPV where Shawn Michaels came out of retirement for an awful tag team bout. The worst part to 2018 was on December 17, when Vince McMahon came to the ring followed by Stephanie McMahon, HHH and Shane. Stephanie would go on to say ‘’We haven’t been doing a good for you lately.’’ She would rattle on about not listening to us, the fans. We were told that we were now the authority. This was such a surreal moment.

Months prior we got the first All In PPV that would eventually lead to the formation of All Elite Wrestling. The All In card was stacked and displayed some incredible matches that left me wanting more. I started to binge watch BTE on YouTube as well as a history The Bullet Club. I began to attend Irish wrestling shows from Over The Top Wrestling. The first shows I went to featured Will Ospreay, Gunther and Pac. Seeing new talent and the interesting ways they told stories was refreshing. Witnessing smaller promotions putting on better shows compared to a billion-dollar company creating mediocre content was shocking to me.

Appointing us - the fans - as the authority figure was a great rib by WWE as they continued to sling crap in our faces as 2019 saw The Undertaker battling Goldberg in another Saudi show that resulted embarrassing bout. You can visibly see the disappointed on Taker's face post-match. Kurt Angle would have his retirement match against Baron Corbin. Angle is on my mount Rushmore, so for his career to lead to anti-climax was a disgrace. Seth Rollins was on a babyface run and I was enjoying it, until the infamous Hell in the Cell match with The Fiend. This match should have been a decent bout, but the arena was casted in ugly red light and the finish came in form a DQ. During a live reaction broadcast WWE were putting out at the time, X-Pac said ‘’You may not ask me back for one of these but how do you get DQ’d in a Hell in a fricking Cell match.’’ I often ask myself this. Things would get worse when Kofi Kingston was squashed in seven seconds against Brock Lesner. Kofi’s six-month title reign came to an abrupt and miserable end and so did my love for WWE. At this point I felt cheated and insulted. How can I continue to watch a product that simply didn't care?

At the tail end of 2019, AEW was launched. The new promotion featured new faces, different styles of wrestling and an opportunity for talent to thrive. I gravitated towards this. I periodically watched WWE clips, but it was clear Vince was out of touch. Talent were also fired during the pandemic. It was as if Vince didn't care anymore. Remembers Erik Rowen’s spider? On top of all this, Vince's scandal was aired across the internet. During this insane time, Vinny had the balls to appear on Smackdown just to wave his ego around.

So, what's changed?

I watched night 1 of WrestleMania and I was impressed. The highlight was Rhea Ripley vs. Charlotte Flair. I liked what I saw with the Bloodline storyline. It was great to see Cody Rhodes, and a heel Dominik Mysterio intrigued me. I kept up with things and noticed consistent story telling. With Vince gone, it felt like everything was moving in a cohesive way. Yes, Vince gave us years of entertainment, but he also held on for too long and it was clear it was causing damage.

I decided to tune back into WWE full time and write about my viewing experience. If you’ve read my past posts, then you know that I still have issues with WWE, but I’ve never seen a promotion do anything perfect. I think WWE do a much better job with their women’s division and keeping storylines simple and clear, but they lack on match quality with many silly finishes. They play things safe, but that's okay. For now I'm enjoying the ride. And that's good enough.

[wrasslin-lps]

Smackdown! vs Raw: Part 8 - Wrestlemania.

Another cold open, except this time it’s LuLu limping his way to the ring. To his shock, he’s cheered by the honkeys of WWE. They cheer him, and boo when he mentions Eddie, Cena and Vince, and then cheers when he says they couldn’t finish the job. Between this and the Big Show, LuLu has been left rattled. 

LuLu calls out McMahon, who gloats that he expected LuLu to have learned his lesson after the beating on Sunday.

LuLu makes a solemn oath. He will never break - if McMahon wants him gone, then he’ll need to kill LuLu. “You may make my life a living hell, but I swear, I will drag you to hell with me.” And LuLu reveals why he called McMahon out.

McMahon and Cena are shocked, but McMahon laughs it off. He points out that LuLu can barely stand - but LuLu is undeterred. He makes an offer; he beats John Cena here and now, and he faces McMahon at Wrestlemaina. “You’re completely insane” McMahon sneers “But alright, you asked for it!”

The stakes couldn’t be higher!

John Cena is no joke, and with LuLu being injured, he has a hell of a match ahead of him. But as a Babyface, LuLu is determined to fight honourably. And when I say honourably, I mean use Torrie to distract the referee and attack Cena with a weapon.

With a hard earned victory, the next week McMahon announces that he is a man of his word. “Last week I made a gamble that backfired on me, so I’ll be appearing at wrestlemania... in a hell in a cell match." he says, clearly nervous. But he's as bitter as he is nervous, and decides McMahon decides that LuLu will have a tag team match against Chris Benoit and Garrison Cade - but hm, LuLu doesn’t have a tag partner. How about - Trish Stratus!

Backstage, Trish is very worried about the match, since she would be fucked up. LuLu assures her that his goons are after him, not Trish. And besides…

The match mostly goes as you would expect, Benoit and Cade kick the ever loving shit out of LuLu and poor poor Trish. The sitruation is dicey, but my mind whirs like a pc playing Crysis (christ, remember that game? It still runs like shit on most PCs, btw) and I devise a plan.

I was able to figure out how I could win the match despite my weak tag partner - throw her to the wolves. Despite what cutscene LuLu said, LuLu let Benoit and Cade beat the shit out of Trish and then ambushed Cade while Benoit put poor Trish in a crippler crossface to win the match.

After the match, LuLu celebrates with Trish - but hark! Benoit was pretending to be defeated!

He starts kicking the shit out of LuLu… but who runs in to save but LuLu's best friend and brother, the Big Show

Yeah. Yeah it is.

The next week, Vince McMahon grumbles that a certain wrestler dared interfere with the match. Vince gloats that to teach him respect, Show will be forced to- 

In walks Kurt Angle, back from the firing. And even the Boss answers to a higher power…

Kurt fires Benoit and Cena, and declares that since Vince McMahon will be wrestling at Wrestlemania, he loses access to his administrative powers. And in some genuinely glorious schadenfreude, Vince has to wrestle in a handicap match against the Big Show and LuLu.

I really can't communicate how good this feels.

After a brutal beating and a slam to McMahon’s grapefruit, Show and LuLu celebrate in the ring while the commentators muse whether or not McMahon will even survive the Hell In A Cell match... at Wrestlemania!

Backstage, LuLu is chatting with Trish in a manner that for once isn’t deeply unsettling and cringe for once. LuLu makes his intentions clear:

Trish wishes him well, and they hug. LuLu got Trish dragged into his own mess, but brief as their interactions have been, I do find them kind of sweet.

Elsewhere, McMahon is being interviewed before the match. His intentions are just as clear - and he feels that as someone who went from a trailer park to the chairman of billion dollar company, he’s not gonna lose.

“And once it’s over, nobody will say “no” to Vincent Kennedy McMahon!”

The match stays in the ring for about a minute before LuLu leaves to grab some weapons.

LuLu slaps Vince around for about a minute before LuLu decides to take to the sky!

Of course, what comes up…

But while McMahon draws breath, this match isn't over yet!

Wow, after such an astonishing stunt, the match has to be over! And when I say over, I mean they’re on their feet literally 5 seconds later.

But this match really will end with a bang!

And with a final Shattered Dreams…

LuLu wins the match!

After the match, LuLu puts Vince on the table, and climbs up the Cell and hey wait a sec I already did this!!

Yeah it's cooler in the cutscene but I did it twice!!!

This shot does have some power to it though…

Regrettably, Vince is still breathing, but still - a hell of a way to end the year.

LuLu humiliated the bastard CEO, and learned to forgive Yakub's people - while securing his legacy forever. A glorious ending to Season Mode... for Smackdown, at least.

[purplesurveys]

1835

Do you have any plans for tomorrow?  Just need to take the dogs to the vet, but apart from that I can do whatever I want. I'm really happy I don't have any events tomorrow – my first free Sunday in over a month :( Sucks that I cheer for the bare minimum now but such is work and such is life.

What's the longest movie you've ever seen?  Gone with the Wind is like 2 minutes shy of being 4 hours long.

What movies did you watch a lot as a kid?  I watched Toy Story constantly. To this day it's still one of my favorite kids' movies.

How many rooms are in your home?  If you mean bedrooms, we have four.

Do you ever experience imposter syndrome?  Yeah, little bit.

What was the last place you rode to in a car?  Traveled quite a bit today actually! I was driver to my sister and her friends today as they had a girls' day out – I brought them to Salcedo for their lunch, then separately I needed to drive to BGC to show up briefly for an event a client was having (the work wasn't intense; I just dropped by to make sure things were going well).

Do you have a PayPal account? If so, how often do you use it?  I have but I never use it. I've never understood how it works so I just stopped trying to learn lol. Whenever I need to deal with international monies I just course it through my dad's cc.

Are you cold right now?  No. The aircon's on but the temperature is just right – chilly enough that I'm super comfortable, but not too cold that I need a blanket or can't focus on this survey.

How old will you be at your next birthday?  I'll be 26.

Before this one, when was the last time you took a survey?  A little bit after lunch.

Can you skip rope?  Sure. I'm not nearly as good as I used to be since my body feels heavier now, but I can still definitely do sets.

Have you ever participated in a charity fundraising event?  I've taken part in fundraisers, but not events altogether.

What is your hair like at the moment?  It's in a half ponytail, but I'll give a bigger shoutout to its texture(?) – it's a lot less frizzy today since I was in air conditioned spots all day hehe :)

Do you like cucumber?  No.

What do you like and dislike about your job? (or your last job)  I like the freebies, the cool shit I get to launch, the regular opportunities to see celebrities, and the semi-regular opportunities to work with K-pop artists/campaigns. I hate the hours, the regular disrespect for boundaries, and the unpredictability of clients/brands I handle.

Have you ever had a dream job? If so, did you give up on it, and why? Or do you happen to have that dream job? My dream job in the grand scheme of things is to do WWE PR, and while I'm not quite there and the chances getting there are quite bleak, I'm still nonetheless in the same industry.

What's the last sitcom you watched?  Friends.

What car did your parents or guardian drive when you were growing up?  The first car they had was a black Mitsubishi Lancer. When they upgraded a few years after, they still went with another Lancer – but a newer model, and it was initially blue for a few years until they had it painted to white.

Do you have milk in your fridge right now? What kind?  I think we may have a carton at the moment, but idk what type.

Are you left or right handed?  Right.

If you have your ears pierced, how old were you when you got them done?  I was a few months old.

Do you have any other piercings?  No, just the one on my ears.

What was the last thing you wrote down in the notes app on your phone?  Headline options for the press release I was drafting yesterday. I silently brainstorm 24/7 and I happened to think of two catchy phrases while having lunch, so I needed to type them down before I forget about them.

Have you ever been on a winery tour?  Nope.

When was the last time you were hungover?  May was the last time I had a particularly bad hangover.

Do you still have Facebook? If so, how often do you check it? Yes, it's the most popular social media where I live. I check mine everyday just to keep updated on news and if there are new dog rescues that need to be funded so I can donate.

Are you wearing your favourite colour today?  Nope, I don't have anything in purple today.

Would you ever want to visit South Korea?  I'd love to go back but it comes with feelings guardedness(?). Koreans are notoriously racist towards Filipinos, especially the older generation who seems to see us as below humans.

Racism makes people so weird and gross and annoying.

How many times in your life have you been in love?  Once.

Do you like your name?  Yes.

[ragingbookdragon]

Hell In A Cell

Batsis x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language and Violence

Author's Note: I can't believe I haven't put this one back up yet. Nothing's more fun than WWE references when you're kicking ass, ya feel? -Thorne

They could feel her eyes on them as they stared at their hands, too afraid to meet her gaze. Dick suddenly found the beds of his nails interesting, Jason and Tim kept looking at the steel seats they were sitting on, and Damian just turned towards the front. She sat opposite of them, on the bench against the other wall, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees. The last time any of them had looked, she had her fingers intertwined and pressed against her lips, her eyes cold and infuriated. After a few moments, Dick gathered the courage to look up from his nails and glanced at her.

He gave a fearful smile and asked, “Uh…sis? Are you still…mad?” Her eyes drifted to his and he visibly flinched from her gaze.

She tipped her mouth away from her fingers and seethed, “Mad is the smallest word for what I am right now.” The others flinched at her fury and looked up, taking in the image of their angered sister.

“It wasn’t that bad (Y/N). We’re just…detained…” Jason’s words died as (Y/N) turned her eyes to him.

“I told you four chuckleheads that the property we were on was protected, but nooooo, ‘we’ll just be in there for five minutes. No one is going to find out’.” She growled as she stood, flinging her arms out to gesture around them.

“Well guess what?! Someone found out! And now we’re stuck in a goddamn jail cell at GCPD, waiting for dad to come bail us out!” Each of their necks disappeared into their shoulders.

Tim spoke quietly. “At least none of us got hurt.”

“It doesn’t matter if none of us got hurt! This is going to be all over the news tomorrow! ‘Billionaire Bruce Wayne’s kids found trespassing on personal property’.” She looked at them as she snapped, “Do you have any idea what this is going to do to our reputations?!”

She turned to Tim. “What this can and will do to the company and future deals?!” (Y/N) sat back down and dropped her head into her hands. “We’ll be lucky to come out of this unscathed.” She groaned loudly and rubbed her face with her hands, sighing tiredly, “Dad’s going to be so pissed when he gets here.”

“Father will not be angry at us sister. He will understand what we were doing.”

(Y/N) let out another heavy sigh and from behind her hands, she muttered, “Oh, he’s going to be angry. He’s going to blow a gasket he’s going to be so angry. I highly doubt—”

A shout from the back of the room cut her off. “Will you five shut the hell up? God, you’ve been complaining ever since you got in here.” The comments made the four boys turn their heads to a group sitting in the back.

(Y/N) pulled her head up and turned, her voice dark as she retorted, “Buddy, I’m in a less than stellar mood right now and unless you don’t want me to show you what your insides look like—I’d advise you to shut the fuck up.”

Her threat made him stand up and he started walking towards her, his group of thugs following in tow. “What did you just say to me rich-bitch? Wanna repeat that?”

When he finally stopped walking, he was right in front of her, and she could see her brothers beginning to rise from their seats for a quick defense. She raised a few fingers in their direction, telling them to wait.

(Y/N) looked up at him as she rose from her seat, coming nose to nose with him. She pulled the most intimidating face she could muster and repeated, “I said, unless you want me to show you what your insides look like…shut the fuck up.”

The man turned to his friends and started laughing, causing them to follow in suit, then he turned back to her. “I don’t think you understand the position you’re in sweetheart.” He motioned to his friends. “We’re in Two-Face’s gang.” He motioned to a group in the corner. “And those clowns work for Joker.”

He turned back to her and reached out, shoving her shoulder. “You’re locked in here with us. Imagine what we’ll do to five rich kids that don’t have any bodyguards to protect ‘em.” The others laughed, and (Y/N) shot a quick glance to her brothers along with a nod before looking back at the man and letting out a dark chuckle. A feeling of apprehension came over them as they stopped laughing.

She flashed him an unsettling grin and leaned forward, whispering, “No pal, I don’t think you understand. We aren’t locked in here with you.” Her brothers rose, moving to her sides and she leaned back. “You’re locked in here with us.”

The man’s eyes widened, and she jerked forward to grab the back of his neck and slammed his head into the seat she’d previously been sitting on. He dropped and the cell went dead silent.

The gang members in the back had stood up, and (Y/N) looked at the ones in front of her. “Who’s next?” No one moved an inch, and she tipped her head side-to-side. “C’mon jackasses, we’re gonna be here all night. We might as well get this over with.”

The gang members looked at each other before nodding and they turned to her and her brothers. “You’re so going to regret that.”

(Y/N) tipped her head and gave a quick glance to her brothers, grinning evilly. “Whoever knocks out the most thugs gets to come with me to Tokyo next week.” They matched her grins and they got into fighting stances.

She turned back to the group and taunted, “Let’s dance.”

***

They all collapsed onto the metal benches, sweating and bleeding; (Y/N) glanced at Dick who was holding the collar of his shirt to his busted lip. “You good Dickie?”

He looked at her and tossed her a thumbs up, and she turned to Jason. “How’s the nose?” He grunted and held his nose before sucking in a breath and shoving it back into place with a sickening crunch. The others winced at the sound, and Jason let go of his nose, slamming his head back into the wall a few times.

“I’ll take it that you’re better now?” He raised a few fingers and she reached down, tearing a piece of one of the unconscious gang-member’s shirts and tossing it to Tim. “Put that on your eyebrow Timmy.” He caught it and raised it to his left eyebrow that had been spilt open.

He nodded at her and she finally looked at Damian who was continually spitting blood on the floor. “You alright Dami?”

He spat once more and looked at her. “I got a tooth knocked out.”

The others turned to him and leaned forward, trying to see. “Lemme see!”

He opened his mouth, pointing to a tooth in the bottom left of his mouth. “It was a baby tooth, so there’s no problem.”

Jason snorted, but immediately regretted it as he reached up to hold his nose; he turned to Damian. “You’re thirteen and you still have baby-teeth?” Damian’s retort was cut off by a tennis shoe whacking Jason in the head, and they turned to see (Y/N) reclining against the wall.

“Jason don’t be a douchebag.” He grumbled at her and rubbed the side of his head, but conceded, and silence filled the cell once again.

After a few moments, the sound of footsteps came from down the hall and they all turned their heads to see their father, Alfred, and Gordon staring at them in shock. They flashed sheepish smiles, and (Y/N) waved a hand. “Hey dad, hey Alfie…hey Commissioner Gordon.”

“What in God’s name happened here?!”

(Y/N) looked around at the ground littered with unconscious gangmembers and turned back, grinning. “Uh…they got their asses kicked six ways from Sunday.”

“Why?!”

“Well, first they insulted us, and secondly, they put their hands on us. So technically, we were well within our rights to whoop ass.”

Her father glared at her and rebuked angrily. “(Y/N) Wayne, not another word.” She gave him a mock salute and shut her mouth; Bruce turned to Gordon and began discussing something, and a few minutes later, her and her family were walking out to the waiting car.

They all climbed in and waited for Bruce to start yelling at them; no words came from him, but they could tell he was seething with rage. A few moments went by and they pulled into an abandoned parking lot.

Bruce turned around and let them all have it. “You’re all off patrol for two months. Reason number one, the trespassing. Reason number two, the Hell in a Cell you five had.” He paused and threw his hands in the air. “What the hell were you five thinking?”

They all looked at (Y/N) who rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Yeah sure, look at the oldest and expect her to explain.” They giggled at her and she turned to her dad. “First and foremost, I can’t believe you just used a WWE term. Secondly, they were thugs, and we were attacked. So, by default, we just responded naturally.”

“And breaking skulls and bones is natural?”

“Is that a legit question?”

“Don’t make me ground you, young lady.”

(Y/N) grunted at him. “I’m twenty-six. You can’t ground me. I don’t even live at home.”

The others watched them bicker until Bruce raised a hand. “Enough. We’ll discuss this at home.”

“Again, I don’t live with you. I live on my own.”

“(Y/N) Wayne.”

“Alright…whatever.” He turned back around and nodded to Alfred, and the car began moving once more.

After a few minutes of silence, Jason cleared his throat and nonchalantly mumbled, “Not that it’s super important right now…but I get to go to Tokyo with you next week.”

“The hell you do! I knocked out the most thugs!”

“No, you didn’t replacement. I did.”

“Neither of you Robin failures completed the challenge correctly. I won it.”

“Not to be rude little D, but you would be incorrect. I won the challenge.”

“Ain’t nobody asked you Dickhead.” This spurred an even bigger fight as the four of them began to bicker in the backseat, and (Y/N) groaned, leaning forward and rested her chin on Bruce’s shoulder.

His head tipped downwards, and he eyed her. “What’s wrong with you?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and mumbled, “I gotta them all to Tokyo next week because we aren’t going to be able to figure out who knocked out the most.”

Bruce sighed, but a small grin crossed his lips, and after a few seconds he murmured, “You won the most knocked out, didn’t you?”

“Oh totally.”

“That’s my badass daughter.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Master Bruce! Ms. (Y/N)! Your language!”

They both glanced at Alfred and said, “Sorry Alfred.” They looked back at each other before sharing a smile, then the sound of flying fists reached their ears and they both sighed. Then,

“OW THAT WAS MY NOSE!”

“AND THAT WAS MY LIP!”

“OW YOU LITTLE SPAWN! THAT’S MY ARM YOU’RE BITING!”

(Y/N) glanced over her shoulder and looked at her fighting brothers: Jason had Dick in a headlock while giving him a noogie, and Tim was trying to remove Damian’s teeth from his forearm. She turned back around and looked at Alfred and her dad.

“Do you guys wanna come with me instead of them?”

Bruce eyed her with an eyebrow raised. “Do you really think leaving the city to the four of them is a good idea?”

(Y/N) thought for a moment before muttering, “I mean it’s not a great idea, but it’s an idea nonetheless.”

“One that’s bound to end up in a city on fire.”

“…Yeah you got me there.” She paused a slight second before affirming, “But the offer still stands.”

“No (Y/N).”

“But I don’t want to take them with me.”

“Too bad.”

“Fuck my life.”

“MS. (Y/N)! LANGUAGE!”

[revisitingsundayschool]

Moses Comes Down from Mount Sinai - Exodus 32-34

The Golden Calf - Exodus 32:1-33:6

Synopsis: While Moses was receiving the covenant from God on Mount Sinai, the Israelites brought all of their gold to Aaron, and he made a golden calf idol. The Israelites celebrated with a festival and sacrifices for the calf. God told Moses that He would destroy the Israelites for turning against Him, but Moses convinced Him not to. As Moses was coming down from Mount Sinai, he and Joshua heard the Israelites singing. He threw the tablets that God wrote the covenant on at the ground, breaking them. He burned the golden calf in fire, ground it up, mixed it in water, and made the Israelites drink it. Moses confronted Aaron. He asked Aaron why he let them turn against God. Aaron told Moses that they weren't sure if he'd come back down, so they made the idol. Moses gathered the Levites and told them to kill all the revelers. They did and about 3000 Israelites died. Moses then went back up Mount Sinai and asked God to forgive the Israelites. God said, "Whoever has sinned against me I will blot out of my book" (Exodus 32:33). Then, God struck the Israelites with a plague for making the idol and told Moses to take the Israelites to Canaan, land flowing with milk and honey.

I remember this story from Sunday school, but not a lot of the details. I remember the Israelites making a golden calf idol while Moses was on Mount Sinai, but I didn't remember Moses throwing the tablets down and breaking them and Moses forcing the Israelites to drink gold dust (not the WWE wrestler). I agree with God's frustration with the Israelites. They seem to have been very fickle to this point in the Bible, but His default to destroy everything is obviously too extreme. The part of this story that is ominous is God's "Book of Life". He blots out names of those who sin against Him. Hell has not been mentioned to this point in the Bible, but many Christians interpret that being out of the Book of Life means being out of Heaven and going to Hell instead. The fear of Hell is real for many Christian kids. I was afraid to do anything wrong or get in trouble. The Church said that all it takes to get into Heaven was to accept Jesus, but there were a lot of undertones that some sins were not forgivable and if you live a life of sin, then it would mean that you never truly accepted Jesus. This grey area caused a lot anxiety for me as a kid. I no longer believe in God, Heaven, etc., but I still carry a lot of guilt.

The Rest - Exodus 33:7-34:35

Moses had a tent where he would talk to God called the "tent of meeting". Moses asked to know God better. God agreed to show Moses His back, but He had to keep His face hidden because anyone who sees His face would die. Moses chiseled two new tablets for God to write the covenant on again. God also told Moses to drive out the Amorites, Canaanites, Hittites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites from their land (the "Promised Land"). When Moses came back down, Moses' face was radiant. He would wear a veil over his face when he was among the Israelites, but would take it off when he was with God.

A lot of repeating info and commands in this section. I remember Moses' radiant face, but I didn't remember that he wore a veil over his face after his second trip up Mount Sinai.

Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment on this post or join the Discord for more discussions and fun things like watch parties. The passage for next Sunday will cover constructing the tabernacle and finish Exodus (Exodus 35-40).

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AEW Women’s Eliminator Tournament - Full Review

So as of tonight’s Dynamite the winner of the Eliminator Tournament is in the books, either Nyla Rose or Ryo Mizunami have overcome the other to earn the right to face Hikaru Shida at Revolution on Sunday

But now is time to look at the tournament as a whole and review how well AEW’s latest ambitious Women’s Division Project would/should be received

Warning: There will be immediate spoilers for the Winner under the ‘Keep Reading’, if you do not wish to know the Winner do not read until you have

So when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, Ryo Mizunami came out on top having pinned Nyla Rose for the win, claiming the spot at Revolution and the tournament.

Boy was my prediction wrong eh?

After being given the trophy by Shida however, Aniki refused to let go of the champion, trading and inviting blows from each woman until Shida was able to knock Mizunami down and raise the title aloft.

Was she people’s first choice to win? Probably not Is she an unworthy winner? Absolutely not

Mizunami is extremely experienced, her charisma can reach all ages, she has a genuine love for the wrestling (her sunglasses even have ‘I <3 AEW’ on them), she has aforementioned history with Shida and she went through 2 Fan-Favourites, the legendary Aja Kong and finally the previous Women’s Champion and No.1 Ranked Woman to get here.

And while we are on that topic, to the people who immediately condemned and criticized the tournament when Nyla made the finals: Don’t you get tired of being worked so easily? Honestly we had the exact same thing with the Deadly Draw, people don’t want competitor A (Nyla/Brandi and Allie) to win: so AEW put them in the finals so they root for competitor B (Aniki/Diamante and Iveliesse). Ye of so little faith

I also like to mention that it’s quite nice of Mizunami to be this rewarded by AEW and Shida given how she appeared on their first show at Double or Nothing, I didn’t know it at the time of my bracket rundown but apparently Mizunami was about to retire after DoN, but the crowd and energy of the match inspired her to keep going and push to reach a wider audience - which AEW is now letting her achieve.

Get it out of the way - The Negatives Make no mistake this tournament was great, but it doesn’t mean it was perfect. Of course my earliest criticism was that we could’ve had more, a bittersweet feeling I got when I realised the tournament was nearing its close. While yes it would’ve been nice to see the likes of Big Swole, KiLynn King, Allie, Penelope and perhaps even some debuts/returns, we cannot slight AEW too much for keeping the bracket small.

Time however was a bit of a constraint on AEW’s part. Having revealed late that the winner will face Shida for Revolution, the tournament matches started coming out fast...but on Youtube. Personally, I had no problem with the matches being a sole focus stream on Youtube, but I can also understand why not putting at least the entire American bracket on Dynamite would’ve hurt the tournament. If the tournament had more time I do believe that each match would’ve had a Dynamite showing and not a broken BR Live stream (but please note that BR Live were the problem there, not AEW).

A non-AEW criticism as well for Injury screwing over Anna Jay right as she was about to have her match, extremely rude of the world and we hope her shoulder heals up faster than usual.

The final criticism is probably with the BR Live US Bracket Finals video, simply put it was lacking compared to other streams. Madi vs Leva and Leyla vs Alize didn’t shine as much as Riho vs Rosa and the 6 Woman Joshi tag did in the prior stream, we could’ve probably gotten better matches out of that.

Why I loved it - The Positives I will look at anyone who says that this tournament was a waste and meaningless dead in the eye and tell them they are wrong, and they will be shocked to find that I am not lying.

The tournament not only put a lot of attention on the competing women but became a platform for AEW to show that they have some impressive women on their roster. The returns of Yuka, Emi and Riho paired with the stalwart performances of Baker, Rosa and Nyla as well as the bright showings of Madi, Anna, Tay Conti and Leyla shows that AEW still have a really good Women’s Division - I mean I love WWE but you have to admit their NXT women’s division bought many of their stars ready-made; Io, Toni, KLR, Meiko and Candice were already established names before WWE. Stack that on top of impressive performances by Red Velvet and Jade Cargill last night and the ranks of Big Swole, Allie, Penelope Ford, Kris Statlander, Shanna, KiLynn King and Tesha Price and you still have a strong division.

The tournament proved its worth also by the fact that there was not a single bad match on there, we had some bangers on each stage ranging from Yuka vs Emi, Rosa vs Riho, Nyla vs Baker and Leyla vs Rosa, among several others. The tournament succeeded in giving us great wrestling even with different formats of face vs face, heel vs heel, speed vs power, technique vs power, and even some new shades to the women such as heel Sakura and face Nyla.

I cannot praise the tournament without heaping a ton of praise on the Joshi. Shida and Kenny had always been adamant to show that the Joshi can be a revelation to Western audiences and they were paid in kind in that regard. All six Joshi brought out their A-Game to the point where several are asking for them to be signed, Sakura’s heel ‘Killer Queens’ faction rose interest with a fantastic entrance, while VENY dazzled with their gymnastic talent (and their wearing of the late Hana Kimura’s kimono), Mei Suruga and Yuka Sakazaki lit up the room with their speed and fun and Maki Itoh continues to be adored by the wider world into megastardom. The six woman tag as well was a nice cherry on the top to once again showcase the women, including Rin Kadokura who was fed to Aja Kong in the tournament, every bit of energy and charisma from the Joshi landed on the mark, it has opened several new fans to their home brands (TJPW however did kinda give away that Yuka wouldn’t win given how she was booked for one of their shows, but they’re still great) and have us gasping for more of those six and perhaps some extra, Miyu Yamashita for instance? Think about it TK

One thing that can really harm a tournament too is predictability, which this tournament did not have. You have to commend the balls of AEW to set up 5 fan favourite choices to win and have them each be felled and swerve the entire fanbase. It was for the most part good swerves as well, leading up to the Nyla work included, and actually made me feel like this tournament had big stakes for each member. People will criticize its unpredictability but I won’t be one of them, just because it didn’t go how you personally predicted it doesn’t mean it’s bad.

Also a stand out yes for Rosa’s several gear, especially the Selena one against Riho, and Hikaru Shida herself slaying it in the white suit, like lord almighty thank you for this food.

Was it worth it? - Conclusion This is an emphatic yes for me. AEW will always have its critics, fair and unfair, but if you have to wonder whether this tournament is a success you have to simply look at it this way

Were you entertained?

For me yes, there was a 100% consistency in good to great matches in this tournament paired with genuine surprises that got people talking and invested in the tournament itself.

Did it give you something fresh?

A dark horse winner who earned her way to face Shida for the 5th career time and 1st time in an AEW ring through outwrestling, outpowering and outwitting their previous opponents, unique heel/face changes and a showcase of new wrestlers and matchups? I’d say that’s a yes

Did anyone get over?

You ask anyone before this tournament was announced who Ryo Mizunami, Maki Itoh, VENY or Mei Suruga was and you’d likely get blank faces, thanks to AEW they are known and commended by several fans outside of Japan. You ask people if Tay Conti can bring a physical match to Nyla and almost win and you’d get a few murmurs, if you asked people if they though Kenny was valid for his push to bring the Joshi into a wider audience prior to this may’ve said no. Those minds were changed because these women got over. In addition to that the popularity of Thunder Rosa, Riho and Yuka Sakazaki has continued to rise as some of AEW’s top babyfaces, Leyla Hirsch, Emi Sakura and Tay Conti’s stock have rose thanks to the tournament and Nyla and Baker have delivered on strong match performances.

When you consider those three, there is no way you could call the tournament a failure or a waste, people benefitted from it in a good way which means it was a good tournament.

I for one will look forward to seeing Shida take on Aniki and see how it unfolds at Revolution - which I hope to do a review for, I’m also guessing that Paul Wight’s aquisition is either Christian or Okada. Many will of course assume that this is an easy retain for Shida (and act like winning the tournament means you should win the following match as if people don’t win the Royal Rumble/MITB/KOTR/Dusty Classic and lose in their title shot), but how many of those people thought that Itoh, Kong, Yuka and Nyla would beat Mizunami? She keeps on extending the party and coming out on top, you cannot underestimate the tournament winner, Shida produced this tournament, she’s picked her winner now she needs to fight them.

[michelle-mccool-fan]

Michelle McCool opens up about The Undertaker only she knows.

Former WWE superstar Michelle McCool, the wife of “The Undertaker” Mark Calaway, talked exclusively with The Post ahead of the debut episode of “Undertaker: The Last Ride.” The five-part docuseries debuts Sunday after the Money in the Bank pay-per-view on WWE Network.(Approximately 10 p.m.).

Q: Why was this the right time for a documentary where we finally really pull back the curtain on The Undertaker and get to see Mark Calaway?

M: I think it’s something that’s always intriguing to the fans because he has protected his character for so many years and as you’ll see in ‘The Last Ride’ when you get a few episodes in, you never know when your last match is going to be. It’s kind of the internal struggle of his. So he kind of wanted to pull back the curtain and let the fans get a peek to who the man behind the character is.

Q: What do you want people to take away from watching this?

M: I think one of things that I want people to see is his passion for the business is undeniable and people see that, but I don’t think they quite understand the capacity of not just Mark but what all of the wrestlers put their bodies through. With Mark doing this for 30-plus years at this point, having 15-plus surgeries, both of his hips replaced, I don’t think they truly understand what it takes for him to get prepared to go out and wrestle a match and he does it all for the love of the business.

Q: Going into his match at WrestleMania 33 with Roman Reigns, do you have any idea that that could have potentially been his last?

M: Look, we joke that he’s retired for the last 10 years.

Q: There was just this look of relief on his face after that match in the documentary. That maybe he did actually believe that was it.

M: I think in his mind, I think he really did. I think he thought that was it. However, I have seen and heard him say that so many times. The only thing that made me go, ‘hmm’ tonight could be a little different was he kissed me on screen. Not because he just kissed me, but because he broke that character in front of the world. He might actually be serious about it this time.

Q: There was just this look of relief on his face after that match in the documentary. That maybe he did actually believe that was it.

M: I think in his mind, I think he really did. I think he thought that was it. However, I have seen and heard him say that so many times. The only thing that made me go, ‘hmm’ tonight could be a little different was he kissed me on screen. Not because he just kissed me, but because he broke that character in front of the world. He might actually be serious about it this time.

Q: At the very end of the episode, we see you and Mark sitting on the couch watching that match back and there seems to be a disappointment from him. Does he go back after all of them now and kind of gauge them?

M: No. Not at all. He actually rarely watches his matches back. That was the first time he had watched that. We sat down together and did it. But he rarely watches his matches back.

He’s so hard on himself as is, but he really wanted to dive in and see, is that how I want to see Undertaker’s last match. And without sitting there and watching it and kind of really digging in and evaluating, he wouldn’t have been able to do that. He just wouldn’t have been able to get the closure that he needed.

Q: No one knows when his last match will be, but it feels like he’s waiting for the perfect moment, maybe not a perfect match, but that moment to say, “That’s how I want to go out”, maybe not even knowing it’s his last match going in?

M: I think that’s what all the performers do. You want to go out with something you’re proud of and he’s no different. He wants to go out … he is a perfectionist. I don’t think any match will get as close to perfection as both years at WrestleMania between he and Shawn Michaels, but you can only look back and say what if or should I have ended there? The reality is he didn’t, so we can’t even look at that. But he does want to go out feeling worthy of what he put on and that’s just coming from expectations from himself.

He is harder on himself. I tell him your legacy is going to live on forever and it’s not going to be tarnished by one match, one missed move, one missed step. But he wants to go out proud. He wants to go out with the closure that I gave it all I got, I put on a good show for the fans and I’m good walking away.

Q: Has he watched the Boneyard match?

M: He has not watched the Boneyard match.

Q: Have you watched the Boneyard match?

M: I couldn’t be in attendance, but I watched it like the rest of the word the night it aired?

Q: It was just you and family I guess?

M: It was just me and family. The only other match he’s watched back is WrestleMania against Brock [Lesnar], but it took probably a year. He only watched it back because he was so badly concussed to see if he could remember the match.

Q: What was he doing while you were watching the Boneyard match?

M: We were in Florida with family. He was probably just chilling and resting with stitches in his arm and just kind of you know, you get pretty beat up in those matches so he was just chilling in the other room.

Q: What was your takeaway from the Boneyard match?

M: I thought it was super cool. It’s something we haven’t even seen. That whole cinematic feel was … I didn’t know what to expect, but I thought it turned out neat. I think everyone was super impressed with how it came out, including Mark and A.J. (Styles).

Q: Do you think that that style is something that could extend his career even more and allow him to take less of a beating on his body?

M: Oh gosh, I don’t know.

Q: It’s something that really got fans excited because they started booking dream matches after that?

M: Of course. It’s probably the same fans that were saying he probably shouldn’t have any more WrestleMania matches last year and now they’re like, ‘wait a minute he could have 18 more boneyard matches.’ (Laughs)

Q: But do you think it’s a vehicle he could use to do some cool things down the road?

M: I mean if he wanted to, could he, of course. He can do anything that he puts his mind to that he wants to do.

Q: You were actually a pretty important part of that storyline.

M: Yeah, what did I do?

Q: You were kind of portrayed as this manipulative kind of wife.

M: No kidding. First it was (John) Cena now it was (Styles).

Q: When the streak from broken, did you know it was gonna happen?

M: I did know late in that afternoon that was gonna happen. I couldn’t believe it. I don’t think it needed to happen. But, Mark was fine with it. People don’t understand he’s gonna do business. He understands that business is business.

Actually I remember a few years prior that WrestleMania (24) versus Edge they talked about Edge breaking the streak and it was Edge that was actually like, ‘That makes zero sense. I don’t want to do that. Why would I do that? The fans already love him. What’s it gonna do for Edge?’ It was Edge that went to bat for the streak. I know they had talked about it prior to the match with Brock, but you know it happened. It’s fine, it’s not like it’s an end-all, be-all for Mark by any stretch of the imagination.

Q: So the only other time you had heard talk about breaking it was with Edge?

M: Yeah, that’s the only other time that I’d heard about it. But (it ending) definitely made for some good memes for years to come (Laughs). People’s faces for sure.

Q: He talks a lot in the first episode about some of the doubts and fears he can sometimes take with him into training or into a match. What’s it like watching him do through that and how do you try to help him?

M: He’s more mentally tough than anybody I’ve ever met. I think a lot of stubbornness plays into effect, too. I speak from experience from that too. But I just always tell him, whatever you want to do I’m here for you. I’ll work out with you. I’ll cook healthy meals, whatever it takes to get you physically emotionally and mentally ready.

Q: What is the process now for him getting ready for a match?

M: It’s almost like a fighting camp. For so many years other than the last two years. But before that he was literally doing WrestleMania, having a major surgery, doing rehab for that, and then come January he would start getting mentally prepared to start training for WrestleMania.

[bellafarella]

50 QUESTIONS YOU’VE NEVER BEEN ASKED

Tagged by: @thehonorarybeaumont 💛

What is the color of your hairbrush? Purple on the brush part and the other side is an array of different colors

A food you never eat? Asparagus, canned tuna, scallops, cooked salmon, peas

Are you typically too warm or too cold? I seem to be always one or the other

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Reading fan fic at my desk at work lol

What is your favorite candy bar? In Canada we don't call chocolate bars candy bars but I know what you mean so I'm gonna say Caramilk or Twix.

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? Yes last year I went to a WWE show for Monday night Raw. First time going to see a sports event live.

What is the last thing you said out loud? Probably said hi to someone lol

What is your favorite ice cream? Omg so the Ben and Jerry's tonight dough is so good, but I basically like any ice cream as long as it's not strawberry

What was the last thing you had to drink? Orange juice

Do you like your wallet? Sure

What was the last thing you ate? A date square

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Nope

The last sporting event you watched? See answer 6.

What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? I mean usually just buttery popcorn but I do also like ketchup seasoning, or if I go fancy and get Kernels I think it's called I'll get like a buffalo or jalapeno. Cheesy popcorn is good too. Literally any popcorn is good.

Who was the last person you sent a text message to? My cousin

Ever go camping? Yes, but only for 1 night or else I'll die. Can't handle being outdoors for much longer.

Do you take vitamins? No but I should

Do you go to church every Sunday? Not since I had to for Sunday school and I only did that for two years to prepare for communion and conformation.

Do you have a tan? I wish, I'm too pale rn

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? Omg how you gonna do me like that. I'm a bad Italian if I dont say pizza so pizza lol but I am obsessed with chinese food

Do you drink your soda with a straw? Not unless I buy a fountain soda and they give me a straw lol

What color socks do you usually wear? Usually black

Ever drive above the speed limit? I don’t drive.

What terrifies you? Heights, snakes, horses, raccoons, scary bugs

Look to your left, what do you see? Sanitary hand wipes lol

What chore do you hate? The only chore I really do at home is laundry

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? How sexy it is

What’s your favorite soda? Coke

Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through? Go in cause I dont drive

Who’s the last person you talked to? Didn't I answer this? I said hi to a colleague lol

Favorite cut of beef? Steak, is that a cut of beef idk lol

Last song you listened to? Love me or leave me by Little Mix

Last book you read? I dont even know

Favorite day of the week? They're all the same now anyway but I guess Saturday cause I don't have to go into work and I still have another day off the next day

Can you say the alphabet backwards? Doubt it

Do you like your coffee? This is phrased weird but no I don't drink coffee

Favorite pair of shoes? I guess my filas even though they annoy me a bit

At what time do you normally go to bed? Around 10

At what time do you normally get up? Anywhere between 6:30 and 8, depending when I decide to go into work.

What do you prefer, sunrises or sunsets? Both are pretty but I'm more likely to catch a sunset

How many blankets are on your bed? 3, I sleep under two but theres a small throw at the foot of my bed.

Describe your kitchen plates: lol this is weird, they're just plain white

Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? Yeah I like mojitos, and I recently got into gin and tonic with cucumbers, and my go to is usually a vodka red bull

Do you play cards? Not lately cause of social distancing but yeah I do

What color is your car? Again, I don’t drive.

Can you change a tire? I don’t even drive so no. Theres too many fkn car questions.

What is your favorite province? Lol I dont have one... I live in Quebec but its definitely not that.

Favorite job you’ve ever had? I really liked working as a hostess at a restaurant but it ended badly how I quit so idk. My hospital job now I've had for 2y is pretty good though.

How did you get your biggest scar? Only have one scar, it's on my left forearm on the inside. When I was really young I climbed up my aunts fence cause she was talking to her neighbor and she yelled at me to get down and it cut my whole arm. Now it's just a small scar cause obviously my arms grew but yeah lol

What did you do today that made someone else happy? Nothing I barely spoke to anybody today lol it's also 10:40 am lol

Ok so I'm tagging: @the-power-of-potter @let-it-make-you-stronger @mariss-ugh @sleepyfaceandsnark @shameless-us-addict and who ever else feels like doing this

[fictionandtheatre]

Tagged by: @thesadchicken - Thank you!! This is super late but it is still appreciated.

1. what color is your hair brush?

Orange. 

2. a food you never eat?

Tomatoes (unless they’re in a paste). No whole tomatoes. 

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?

Too warm, and I complain a lot when I am. Though my fingers and toes get cold really fast. 

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Eating dinner and watching the news with my family. 

5. what is your favorite candy bar?

Oh Henry 

6. have you ever been to a professional sporting event?

Yeah! I’ve gone to several hockey games (canada come thru) and I was obsessed with WWE in middle school so I went to one of their live shows when they came to my town. 

7. what was the last thing you said out loud?

The above answer, mumbled under my breath as I wrote it out lol

8. what is your favorite ice cream?

Cookies and Cream!! So good. 

9. what was the last thing you had to drink?

A glass of milk. (lactose intolerants do not @ me) 

10. do you like your wallet?

I don’t have a wallet. I have a purse, and I like that. 

11. what was the last thing you ate?

General Tao chicken over rice. 

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

No. I haven’t gone shopping in what feels like years. 

13. the last sporting event you watched?

Tour de France last summer.

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Oh...I am clearly behind in my popcorn culture that I didn’t even know there were that many flavors. Just regular - maybe with butter? 

15. who was the last person you sent a text message to?

My mom. We were sending emojis to each other. 

16. ever go camping?

Yeah, and really didn’t enjoy it. 

17. do you take vitamins?

Yeah, Vitamin D because I so pale. 

18. do you go to church every sunday?

No. Not religious. 

19. do you have a tan?

No and I’m too pale to get one. I just go red and then back to white. 😂

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza?

No binary choices! Chinese food AND pizza. 

21. do you drink your soda with a straw?

Not usually. 

22. what color socks do you usually wear?

I mix it up. I have a masterfully cultivated sock wardrobe. 

23. ever drive above the speed limit?

Maybe? I don’t really drive. I might have when I was taking my license lessons and had to practice passing on the highway. 

24. what terrifies you?

Oh a lot of things. Let’s keep it current and say the general situation of life is making me nervous. 

25. look to your left, what do you see?

A wall. 😂 Also blue curtains. 

26. what chore do you hate?

Dusting. 

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?

G’DAY and VEEGEEMIITE. Steve Irwin. 

28. what is your favorite soda?

Crush or Sprite/7up. 

29. do you go to a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

Usually I go in. 

30. who was the last person you talked to?

My parents - my dad, I think. 

31. favorite cut of beef?

Don’t eat a lot of beef. I like it really thin in a quesadilla/wrap. 

32. last song you listened to?

She’s so High - Tal Bachman 

33. last book you read?

I....don’t read books lmao. Probably something for school. 

34. favorite day of the week?

Days of the week don’t exist anymore, but I like Fridays. 

35. can you say the alphabet backwards?

Yes. Slowly. 

36. how do you like your coffee?

Not in my cup. (I don’t like coffee). 

37. favorite pair of shoes?

black sneakers. 

38. at what time do you usually go to bed?

12:30 ish. 

39. at what time do you usually get up?

10:20 - I’ve been so bad at waking up at a reasonable time these days. 

40. what do you prefer: sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets. 

41. how many blankets are on your bed?

2 

42. describe your kitchen plates?

Green on the underside, and a beige-brown on the top. Durable, ceramic, thick. 

43. do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

Don’t drink anymore, but I used to like bellinis during my brief association with alcohol. 

44. do you play cards?

Yes. 

45. what color is your car?

Grey. 

46. can you change a tire?

No. 

47. what is your favorite province?

Ontario. 

48. favorite job you ever had?

I loved getting paid for being an actor. 

49. how did you get your biggest scar?

I had a biopsy on a mole that left a scar. (All was good) 

50. what did you do today that made someone happy?

I told some jokes, and complimented my dad’s painting. 

Tagging: @victorian-sexstache, @acesexualspock, + anyone who wants to do this. 

[purplesurveys]

796

So how are you today? I’ve definitely surprised myself in the last couple of days by having a fever. I felt it as soon as I finished the last survey I took and it’s my first time to have a fever that’s lasted more than a day. I’m relieved that I’m not freezing, but frustrated because my temperature just keeps playing between 37.6 to 39.5. I’ve been in isolation in my bedroom yesterday and today and I reeeally want to be able to roam around my own house again.

Do you like to eat eggs? It’s not one of my favorite food but I wouldn’t say no to a dish with eggs.

When was the last time you had a cup of tea? I don’t like tea, unless it’s iced tea.

Do you have a tapestry in your bedroom? Nope. I do have posters, Audrey Hepburn wall decor, and a couple of paintings.

Have you ever been to London? No.

Do you enjoy going to the library? I used to go to the college library and enjoy my time there, but as I got older and got friends and warmed up to college, the library would remind me of days when I was a freshman struggling to adjust to college life. Because of that, I don’t really go there anymore except if I have to print something or to borrow a book.

If you went to NYC (or if you’ve been), what are your favorite things to do there? I have not.

Who’s the most recent person on your Facebook feed? One of my uncles who shared a Facebook Memory from six years ago.

When (if ever) was the last time you saw that person? Christmas 2019.

Do you know anyone who has a pet bunny? Rita.

Can you play the violin? Nope. I wish I could play several instruments, including the violin.

What’s the last movie you watched? I don’t watch movies these days. The closest one to being a movie that I recently saw was Vice’s Owen Hart episode of their docu-series Dark Side of the Ring. I’ve always, always had a soft spot for Owen and the only existing documentary about him that I would watch is one that would include his immediate family, which Vice was able to do.

Did you enjoy this movie? It was heartbreaking, but so excellently made. I’ve watched it four times in the last week.

What store or website would you most like a gift card for? Zalora, so I can finally buy all the Ivy Park apparel gathering dust on my wishlist.

What’s something you’re looking forward to? For this fever to leaveeeeeeeeeee.

Name your top 3 favorite musical instruments. Piano, violin, saxophone.

What was the last book(s) you bought at a bookstore? It was a used-book store, but I was able to snag an updated version of the WWE Encyclopedia by looking at the highest shelf at the store. The greatest finds for me are usually the most-hidden ones and that moment proved it again haha.

Does the song you’re listening to/last heard evoke any emotion for you? The last song I remember listening to was something from One Direction lol and while it doesn’t really evoke any serious emotion from me, their music does make me feel nostalgic.

Do you use Pinterest? I tried to use it before so I could collect pegs of what I want my future house to look like, but the app just wasn’t my thing.

Are you wearing earrings? Nope, haven’t worn a pair in years.

Do you know any sign language? I learned the basic phrases briefly when we met children with disabilities in high school but I was not able to retain the knowledge.

Have you ever seen the musical Ragtime? I don’t think I’ve even heard of it.

Do you have a favorite poem? Just the ones that my girlfriend likes. The one that has stuck with me for years is One Art by Elizabeth Bishop.

Do you like Indian food? Only my favorite cuisine.

Describe your favorite scarf, if you have one. I don’t have a favorite one.

Do you have a dog? Yes.

Have you ever read the Little House on the Prairie series? I don’t recognize the name.

Do you have any homework? Not anymore! I finished all my final pending requirements a few days ago which included a video of me demonstrating table tennis strokes for PE and a magazine and newspaper for layout class. Now all I have to do is wait for my grades and for my fever to get out of here.

Have you ever gone on a service trip to an underprivileged country? I already live in an underprivileged country, but no, I haven’t done this to another. This is what AIESEC does and it’s why I wanted to join the org, but ultimately I backed out because I didn’t vibe with the members.

Do you need to do laundry? Either my mom or dad already emptied the hamper (which was really full last night) this morning, so I’m assuming it’s already been done.

Do you enjoy going out for breakfast? Only on Sundays when my family and I go out early for church. Otherwise, I hate getting up early.

Have you ever performed in front of more than 100 people? Yeah, for 14 years straight.

Do you like muffins? Only chocolate.

When was the last time you went to church? February or March.

Have you ever heard the singer Audra McDonald? Yes, I had a high school classmate who used to be a fan of the show Private Practice so I would hear this name all the time.

What’s a quote you think is really powerful? I don’t feel like searching my head for empowering quotes right now.

Should you be doing something else right now? Maybe take another paracetamol.

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Bankrupt: The Story of Donald Trump

Below is an excerpt from Presidential: America’s Great Non Sequitur by Otis Adams.  The paperback is available at Amazon.com.  E-mail pithbooks@gmail.com to be notified when the audio book is available.

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Bankrupt By Otis Adams

 President Trump’s ascendance to the White House as a Republican is truly baffling.  He is a middling businessman whose success came from inherited wealth, a reprobate by Christian standards, admires the Republican hobgoblin Vladimir Putin, champions the use of tariffs that are typically a tool used by Democrats…and he became the Republican nominee for President of the United States?

         The Republican Party is both the party of business and the party of Jesus.  This is a peculiar and conflicted marriage on a normal day, but how did Donald Trump become the choice for either group?  

 God’s Man

         Let us begin our two-part investigation into the Trump mystery with those among us who are most prone to singing with closed eyes.

         Christians have embraced Trump.  If this were not so, he would not be the president.  Many seem to do so with the childlike faith that God will excuse their votes if they were cast with a held nose.  Others, those with that boundless talent for belief, have elevated Trump to the cast of God-chosen biblical leaders.  

         Trump has not only reformed the philosophy of the Republican Party, but has done some remodeling work for American protestant Christianity.  For instance, President Donald J. Trump has rekindled a bit of the interest Christians once had in the Bible by autographing a few.  You too can own your own Trump autographed Bible for $325.

I have written and said for years that we are in the midst of a Second Reformation. Protestants, whose forefathers rebuked the authority of the clergy in favor of the infallible authority of the Bible, are now altogether adrift as they are no longer tethered to the Bible either.  Authority now resides with each individual’s interpretation of their own emotions.

This, I am certain, adds to the agility of the historically adaptable faith as there is no way to debate a believer’s beliefs if they don’t know what they are.  

The modern Christian’s ignorance of Christianity is not a hindrance to church attendance as an abundance of professed believers can be found serenading the Lord in every American town and city on Sunday mornings.    

This newish breed of dingbat is however doing damage to democracy and traditional American ideals and aspirations.  The most obvious evidence of this is that Christians elected former game show host and WWE Hall of Famer Donald J. Trump to preside over the United States of America…and afterward shifted blame by claiming this was God’s will.

If Christians are playing by the (Good) book, they are not allowed to be dazzled by the wealth of the wealthy.  Their concern is to be the teachings of Jesus. Jesus, who turned over the money changing tables.  Jesus, who told the rich man to sell all that he has, give it to the poor, and follow him. Jesus, who said a camel can more easily pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man can enter the gates of Heaven.

Trump’s cupidity, for centuries a disgusting sin in the eyes of Christians, is now a virtue. That the Bible says this love of money is the root of all evil is of no consequence.  The Bible is of little concern to the modern confused Christian. Neither do traditional elements of good character cross the mind.    

Christians are supposed to favor truth over lies.  Yet, they nominated and then voted in the millions for the most prolific liar in the history of the American presidency.  His demonstrable lie tally since becoming President recently rocketed past the 13,400 mark.

Christians are meant to be concerned with integrity but deflect any responsibility for handing the reins of power to a scoundrel who repeatedly cheated on his wives with pornographic actresses and nude models.  

Instead, they twist and contort their own beliefs in order to make room for Trump.  They pervert the New Testament teachings on forgiveness as a free pass to avoid any effort at attempting a virtuous life.  They draw tortured equivalencies between Paul of Tarsus and Donald Trump, pretending that infrequent mentions of God in speeches to religious groups is not bald pandering, but a sinner striving to repent and get right with his maker.  They circulate false equivalencies with Trump playing the role of King David and Stormy Daniels being a breast-augmented version of Bathsheba, apparently substituting Trump’s lies and cover up of the affair for David’s repentance and dead son.

I was shocked when I first heard a variation of the argument that the President of the United States needn’t be a Boy Scout to get the job done. I have since heard this a couple dozen times from Christians I went to church with growing up, who now divorce integrity, accountability, and moral fortitude from the list of qualifications for leadership.

In another vertigo-inducing example my 60-year-old mother, who has gone to church for 60 of her 60 years, describes herself as a “Trump girl”.  I tried to tell her some of the scandalous things Trump has said and she scolded me for using that language in her house.  I showed her the nude photos America’s First Lady posed for and she said, “Well, she is a really pretty lady.”

I keep waiting to hear a Rod Serling voiceover emanating from the heavens as he explains my plight in the Twilight Zone.

In an effort to lend a hand to those confused Christians I find using social media, I’ll review the story in which Jesus said the one without sin could cast the first stone.  This was the scene in which Jesus was writing in the dirt, deep in thought about something else as I recall.  The neighborhood watch dragged a woman over to Jesus and accused her of adultery and asked something along the lines of, “Hey, you want us to start throwing rocks at her?” Jesus then somewhat encouraged the Socratic tenet of living an examined life by requiring the rock hurlers be sinless.

The point Jesus was trying to get across was that throwing rocks at an adulteress until she’s dead was not an equitable response to her actions.  We might intuit that violence is a poor answer to another’s mistakes.  It is also fair to glean, from this and other New Testament scenes, that Jesus wanted us to look at our own motivations and actions before examining others.

However, he absolutely was not suggesting that a person’s character is meaningless and we should make the adulteress the leader of the free world.  

         The cognitive shenanigans American Christians are willing to engage in to scoot their belief in God aside to make room enough for Trump causes me to wonder if they actually buy into those claimed beliefs. If they truly think they will stand before God one day and explain why they granted power to this man, twisting Biblical teachings to do so, and making him an example for an entire generation of children.  

Surely arguments of ending abortion would fall short before such a judge as all the other Republican candidates were pro-life. Winning the Supreme Court for conservatives is another whimpering effort as Marco Rubio is unlikely to have nominated Bob Dillon and Gloria Steinem as replacement justices if he had won the Presidency.  

Hillary Clinton was the most beatable Democratic nominee in my lifetime and American Christians had several candidates to choose from to go and do it.  Without Christian support, Trump could not have won the nomination.  After getting him nominated, Christians then maneuvered to the position that it was a choice between two evils and Trump was the lesser of them, clumsily trying to shed responsibility for making him the nominee.

         Instead of acting as armor, the faith of American Christians was somehow transmuted into a religious faith in Trump.  It is almost as though being people of faith made them vulnerable to Trump, priming them to believe in the unbelievable.  They support Trump with disembodied faith that is no longer coupled with the traditional morality of the religion in which it was born.

         There is a growing bit of data to support this notion that the faithful are more gullible than the faithless, though the report card doesn’t look great for either class.

The number of Americans who can’t discern fact from opinion or something that’s known from something believed is staggering.  Millions of people who grew up going to American schools and living in towns and cities with public libraries have opted not to gather any of the logic skills that have been within arm’s reach their entire lives.  Instead, knowing something has become the finish line for belief rather than an entirely separate category. Regardless, knowing something does not mean believing it a whole lot.

         Pew Research Center findings suggest that American adults would benefit a great deal from asking a second grade teacher for a few of those worksheets where you circle facts and underline opinions. Only about a quarter of American adults could successfully identify the five factual statements among the list of ten they were asked to look at.  For those who do not trust the media’s honesty, the number falls to 18%.  

         The confusion Americans have over the definitions of fact and opinion were brought into the light by the research.  It shows, with overwhelming clarity, that believers are ravaged by the disease of the brain called Confirmation Bias.  They set up their conclusion first, then they call information they find supportive of that conclusion a fact while counterevidence is, at best, an opinion.

         This perversion of faith is evident among most of the Christians I know and even the preachers who are televised on Sunday mornings. Never mind the small scolding Jesus gave Thomas for seeking evidence, or the Bible’s repeated dismissal of knowledge and exaltation of faith.  Never mind that if something is knowable there is no option for belief, only acknowledgment.  These Second Reformation Christians have broken away from the authority of the Bible as Protestants broke with the clergy. They instead give their own interpretation of their own emotions at any given moment the dizzying authority of the true word and will of God.  As the Bible falls out of fashion for American Christians, so too does the value of faith – or even the understanding of what the word means.  Instead, they will say, without hesitation, that they know this or that about God and his will.

The faith a third of American’s have in Donald Trump is akin to deity worship in some ways.  Anything Trump does is good by virtue of Trump having been the one to do it.  Any reporting of his misdeeds is viewed as the enemy of the deity trying to confuse his loyal followers, as Satan confused Eve, and should be met with plugged ears and closed eyes.  The faithful await word from the deity’s spokesperson, Pope Sarah Huckabee Sanders so that they can hear and memorize the words of the deity and go forth and multiply, repeating Trump’s teachings throughout the day to non-believers.  If he says something that sounds bad, the flock will work together to explain what he meant by what he said, and it’s sure to be something good.  If a longtime Republican politician opposes Trump, they’re RINO heretics.  Anyone who disagrees with Trumpians are guilty of persecuting the flock.

         Republican leadership has discovered that repurposed Christian faith is a useful leash for millions of voters.  While some of these faithful are only people of average intelligence with a talent for willful self-delusion, it is also evident that there must be many millions of Americans with a genuine inability to distinguish truth from lie, fact from opinion, or reliable source from unreliable.  Nothing is gained from, and there’s something vicious about, mocking this latter group.  While the willfully self-deluded earn the bruising quips sent their way, a person without the ability to do the job should be offered patience and sympathy.

         Let’s run through a few examples of how faith has been used as a tool for manipulating voters.

         In 2012 the Associated Press conducted a survey that revealed that more than 40% of Americans believed the new health care bill included death panels.  The basis for this belief was a claim made by Reverend Sarah Palin, who invented an Orwellian Democratic scheme to create a panel of folks who would be in charge of whether to kill elderly parents or children with developmental disabilities in order to save on medical costs.

Before becoming President, Trump himself made enormous political headway by yanking on that faith leash as he championed the lie that President Obama is not a citizen of the United States.  In the lie’s heyday, about three-quarters of Republicans either agreed or weren’t sure. Over 40% of Republicans still believed Obama was secretly a Muslim in 2015.  

         Millions of Republican voters believe that Hillary Clinton had a side-gig of running a child sex ring out of a pizzeria basement in Washington D.C.  Trump, as the conspiracy theory goes, quietly began the heroic work of taking down these sex rings and bringing the celebrities and democrats responsible to justice immediately after taking office!

         These are good examples of believing on faith alone as twenty minutes of research, supposing common sense did not dismiss the absurd claims immediately, would reveal facts dispelling the lies above. Instead, they take their preacher’s word on it and see evidence to the contrary as stumbling blocks placed in their paths by the great deceiver, the mainstream media.

         Christians have butted heads with science for centuries, since evidence-based discoveries began disproving elements of papal teachings. This became another handy vulnerability for the Christian’s party mates, the businessmen, to exploit.  As the leadership in corporations that make money off things that cause harmful emissions started to get nervous, they found the solution of sending out Christian soldiers to roll their eyes at Global Warming any time it snows.  Beleaguered climate scientists, aware that this misunderstanding was more likely mischief than ignorance, began using the term Climate Change.

         When I was in high school their position was that Global Warming was not taking place at all.  Christians, with their marching orders, repeated this wholeheartedly in their daily lives.  A few years later this argument began sounding so absurd that the pundits shifted to the idea that maybe Global Warming was happening but it wasn’t any more caused by mankind than the last ice age.  Christians broke into new denominations.  Some held the line while others fell back to the new trench and pretended they had been there all along.  

The new position that’s popular today is that Global Warming is probably taking place, and maybe human activity has slightly contributed, but we have passed the tipping point and should not do anything that risks the economy in the name of a problem that needed action twenty years ago… back when they said it wasn’t real.

         The eager faith of American Christians and their predilection for opposing scientific discoveries when they move too closely to things that are believed made them a useful tool for the business side of the party.  When the decision was to either acknowledge the findings of a staggering number of scientific studies or believe a few conservative radio and TV talk show hosts, they chose the latter without hesitation.  They were well prepared to believe in often ridiculous lies about the opposing party while ignoring glaring truths about Trump.      

Those Christians who want to collapse the separation of Church and State should recognize this separation is not in place only to protect the state. American Christianity could not even survive, in any recognizable form, after mingling with a single political party. Instead, they lost themselves.

         Christians are mandated to have compassion for the poor, though they have become sycophants of the rich.  Christians ought to feel an empathic pain when they see a toddler pulled from his mother’s arms at the border as an added deterrent for illegal immigration, though they shrug and call them criminals.  Christians are meant to insist that leaders be devoted husbands, free of the filth of greed, not prideful, above reproach, honest, good tempered, patient, kind, and charitable.

Unfortunately, American Christians have abandoned their post.

 A Modern-Day Vanderbilt

As we rang in the New Year, 2019, the stock market was plummeting. The American government entered a shutdown for the third time in a year, a feat that had not been accomplished for decades.  The national debt reached its highest mark in the history of the nation.  Trump had been President for 24 months.

         Trump’s reputation as a self-made billionaire who rose to the top thanks to the buoyancy of his business genius is mostly a fiction manufactured by him.  Donald Trump has reportedly been the longtime clown prince of America’s wealthy since the 1980’s, often the butt of jokes at parties on yachts where I imagine women smoke cigarettes in those Cruella de Vil cigarette things and men exchange tips on how to improve their croquet games.  Among America’s top businessmen, Trump was a punchline.

         Trump’s business acumen is only impressive to those who are ignorant of his record beyond what they have read on magazine covers. Often, he made it into those magazines through self-promotion and a bit of trickery.

         John Barron is one of the characters Trump would play to promote himself in telephone calls to reporters and columnists. (Trump’s alias John Miller was in charge of calling gossip magazines.)  This alter-ego can be heard in taped recordings talking to Forbes reporter John Greenberg in an effort to get Trump on the magazine’s list of richest Americans.  Trump had been lobbying to get on the list since its inception a few years before and winced as it reported his wealth as being a fraction of what he had been boasting publicly.  Even so, Trump’s smoke and mirrors apparently benefitted him as the magazine determined he had $100 million.  Greenberg says that he now regrets the mistake as new research proves that at the time Trump had about $5 million.

         On a side note, the choice of creating an alter-ego named Barron gives some insight on Trump’s psyche.  Perhaps he sees himself as a baron from feudal times in Europe or a cattle baron from the 19th century American West.  In any event, he likes the name well enough to give it to himself when prank calling magazines and he gave the name to his youngest son as well.

         Trump wanted to be thought of as an American billionaire, regardless of having $5 million.  “Fake it until you make it,” might be a good credo for the Donald. The tactic he used was to try and confuse reporters as to how much of his father’s wealth now belonged to him. While Trump privately tried to convince magazines that he owned what belonged to his father, he publicly pushed the idea that his father gave him a small loan to get him started, but the rest of his success was well-earned.  

         By the 1990’s Trump was in fact extremely rich. He gained an enormous amount of wealth by joining with his siblings to create a fake corporation, its purpose being to, “disguise millions of dollars in gifts from their parents,” The New York Times reported.  He also helped dear old Dad evade millions of dollars in taxes by lying about the value of assets they held and advising the old man to take deductions illegally.  The tax fraud saved the Trumps more than $500 million.

         Donald Trump deftly played this shell game, wanting the public to think he was a self-made billionaire due to his swashbuckling brilliance in crafting deals, trying to convince magazines he was super-rich because he inherited daddy’s real estate empire, and telling the IRS he was living paycheck to paycheck.

         His mischief paid off though.  In today’s dollars, Trump was able to leach off over $400 million from his father’s empire to keep for himself.

         While Trump has had business successes, his numerous failures keep him off the list of the great businessmen he wants the public to believe he is the champion of.

         Former Republican presidential nominee Mitt Romney provided a damning list of failures in his famous speech urging his party to choose a more qualified nominee in 2016.  He said, “But you say, wait.  Isn’t he a huge business success?  Doesn’t he know what he’s talking about?  No, he isn’t and no he doesn’t.  His bankruptcies have crushed small businesses and the men and women who work for them.  He inherited his business.  He didn’t create it.  And whatever happened to Trump Airlines?  How about Trump University?  And then there’s Trump Magazine, and Trump Vodka, and Trump Steaks, and Trump Mortgage. A business genius he is not.”  

         How the Republicans morphed from the party that nominated the upright Romney in 2012 into the one who nominated the degenerate Trump in 2016 is baffling, but the former champion of the GOP was swiftly villainized by Republicans for truthfully reciting Trump’s resume.  His loyalty to Republican policies and commitment to ideals of at least attempting to have strong character were rewarded with accusations of being a traitor.

Trump’s philosophy in life is that reality is the story he presents and truth does not exist.  Trump acolyte Kellyanne Conway revealed these teachings as she told Meet the Press’s Chuck Todd about, “alternative facts”. That Trump successfully sold himself as a modern day Vanderbilt, Carnegie, or Rockefeller to those voters enamored by the rich might unfortunately prove his philosophy of deceit as a workable path to success.  He was awarded the nomination over far more qualified Republican candidates.

It is part of Trump’s standard operating procedures to boast, even about failures.  His loss of the popular vote to Hillary Clinton is an example.  There he claimed voter fraud, without any evidence. Without this imaginary voter fraud, he would have won with record-breaking numbers.  His approach to business is much the same as he describes his bankruptcies as just smart business decisions that are commonly made by high rollers such as himself.  To support my claim that he is nothing more than a middling businessman whose success relied upon inheriting much of his father’s vast wealth, let’s look more closely at these bankruptcies.  

Tax records revealed in 2019 that Trump took a billion dollar loss between 1985 and 1994.  From 1990 to 1991 he was number one in the country in losses, more than doubling the hit taken by the nation’s second biggest loser.  As with the bankruptcies, Trump dismissed the story as smart business decisions that common people would not understand.

What is a bit more difficult to dismiss is that in 1990 Trump’s hotels, casinos, and airline were performing so poorly that they could not even cover the interest owed to the dozens of banks who loaned the future president money.  For Trump this could have meant bankruptcy.  Lucky for Trump though, it also would have meant heavy losses for those banks.  The banks decided to loan him another $65 million to keep him from missing his payment deadlines.  One cost of the loan was that Trump had to surrender managing control of his companies to the banks, who expected that Trump would spend the time they bought him to sell enough of his properties to pay them back.

Even after all this, Trump’s three casinos filed for bankruptcy. The Plaza Hotel had to do the same in 1992 and the banks took many of his remaining assets.  Trump would have had to file personal bankruptcy, damaging the fiction he was presenting to the public during these years, but the banks worked with him and his father gave him money to prevent it.

         It was because of these enormous failures that Trump was locked out of the big business deals he had been attempting. Instead, he began selling his name. The lie he had been telling about his legendary business genius somehow endured these setbacks that would have been crippling had his father not saved him.  He has been selling that lie ever since.

RINO

         The typical routine for candidates in both parties used to be to drift toward the extreme side of your party to get the nomination because that is where those eager enough to vote in primaries lived. Then the job for running for president was truly a race back toward the center, where most Americans lived, before the election.  

         When I was a kid, my neighbors had a two-party household.  My father, raised by a democrat mother and republican father, was a republican and my mother went along with it without having any real partisan convictions I can recall at that time.  Even so, we frequently got visits from my mother’s democrat friend and her pro-union husband.  My dad would grumble, “Those people are idiots,” before they arrived, and then for the next three hours I would watch television while they played cards at the kitchen table.  In those days, my home state earned its nickname as the Show-Me State because neither political party had Missouri in its pocket.  The nominees had to prove themselves.

         Those days have gone, though I hope not forever.

         Today, the parties have moved so far apart that the distance naturally creates more distance.  It used to be that a president could expect his fellow party mates in Congress to support him 60-70% of the time.  By the time of Obama’s presidency that party loyalty was closer to 90%, and has topped 90% with Trump.  The once commonplace pro-life Democrat, for example, is now seen as repugnant by both parties and is quickly shamed into compliance or shunned – as religious communities often deal with heretics.

         Being in the political center is now mocked by newcomers like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, who frames having centrist views as a symptom of having no convictions about America’s future.  

         The right also pushes this fiction that the greatness of your patriotism will be shown by how extreme your political views are. Conservatives shame people away from the center in many ways, but one of them is with the term RINO.  This stands for republican in name only.  

         Once some tipping point in recent decades was reached, the widening of the partisan divide took on some characteristics of a perpetual motion machine.  If Republicans took a step to the right, Democrats took a step to the left.  Each time one party moved farther from the center, the other party responded in kind.  

Center-left and center-right voters find few options. If you considered yourself a Democrat but voted for Ronald Reagan, you still voted for someone who agreed with you on about 80% of the issues.  To cross over now might mean voting for someone who disagrees with you on 80% of the issues that are important to you because politicians are fleeing from the center.  

         This divide and team sports mentality means that voters are no longer considering the character of the person running for office as they once did.  Instead, they are more and more voting for their team, regardless of the individual wearing the jersey.  The party leads the people.

         There are several popular explanations for how the Republican Party went against its own established principles to nominate Trump, and then how the nation went on to elect him.  They range from angry voters trying to teach Washington D.C. a lesson to angry voters trying to tell Democrats to get back to helping the working person.  These are not robust enough explanations to satisfy, and I am afraid I will not be offering my own guess.  

I will say, however, that in 2016 the Republican Party chose a RINO as their nominee.  This indicates to me that it is not only agreement with a nominee that leads to their winning the White House, but that voters’ revulsion toward that nominee’s opponent that motivates.  To put it more directly, voters have become so saturated with the poison of partisan loyalty that they were going to the polls to vote against Clinton, which they would have done no matter who her opponent was.

         My calling Trump a RINO does not mean that I consider him a centrist.  He is not genuinely left, center, or right politically – and at the same time he has been each of these things over the course of his life.  He is whatever works.  If Trump had seen a clearer path to becoming president as a Stalin Communist, he would have told his people to find Ivan Drago and talk him into being his running mate.  

By calling him a RINO, I am just saying that he won the Republican nomination, but does not keep with long held Republican ideals.  By this point, it would likely be more accurate to say that the party itself has shifted to meet Trump, transforming its claimed ideals so that it can fit around the president.

There was a movement of a sort when it began to look as if Trump might be the nominee.  These Republicans called themselves Never Trumpers.  This amounted to an enormous portion of established Republican politicians when it seemed like a safe bet that he would never become president. After he became president, the Never Trump movement lost a lot of momentum, but many soldier on in defense of what the GOP was before Trump.

From time to time a petition or letter signed by a few dozen preachers standing up to Trump will make the news, but they have little lasting impact.  Christians who are not moved by immigrants having their children taken away from them and held in detention centers are not likely to feel their spirits stirred by a petition.

One effort from a Christian magazine did hold a spot in the headlines for a few days.  Christianity Today, held in high regard by some believers because of its ties to the late Billy Graham, published a very clear rebuke of Trump concerning his impeachment.

“The typical Christianity Today approach is to stay above the fray and allow Christians with different political convictions to make their arguments in the public square… (We want to be) a place that welcomes Christians from across the political spectrum, and remind everyone that politics is not the end and purpose of our being… But the facts in this instance are unambiguous: The president of the United States attempted to use his political power to coerce a foreign leader to harass and discredit one of the president’s political opponents. That is not only a violation of the Constitution; more importantly, it is profoundly immoral.  The reason many are not shocked about this is that this president has dumbed down the idea of morality in his administration.  He has hired and fired a number of people who are now convicted criminals.  He himself has admitted to immoral actions in business and his relationships with women, about which he remains proud.  His Twitter feed alone – with its habitual string of mischaracterizations, lies, and slanders – is a near perfect example of a human being who is morally lost and confused.”

It did not take long for most Christians to forget the article, though it was an overdue stance from a significant Christian periodical and the magazine should be proud to have taken it.  

         The National Review is the conservative magazine that taught Ronald Reagan Reaganomics. It is safe to say that when they took their early stance against Trump being nominated to lead the party, they believed they still held a good deal of influence over voters.  As they tried to draw comparisons between Trump and Obama, it seems that not many were listening.

         The rise of Trump also marks the moment the main body of Republican voters broke with Republican intellectuals.  This could hardly have come as a surprise to those intellectuals.  The growing disdain for experts on the far right as well as the spreading virus of baseless hubris among those voters had been obvious to anyone paying attention. These are the voters who know more about current events than the press.  They understand climate science better than climate scientists.  Their Google-powered research makes their conclusions about vaccines more valid than that of the world’s community of medical doctors.  Their opinions are stronger than facts and their beliefs can withstand any evidence. What use could such a group as the far right have for conservative thinkers like George Will when they have emotion and intuition to guide them?

         Susan B. Glasser wrote an interesting article for the New Yorker in March, 2020 following the efforts of Never Trump Republican Sarah Longwell.  In part, the article describes some of the organized groups attempting to hold to traditional Republican principles, and how their disobedience infuriates the president who warns, “Watch out for them, they are human scum!”  Longwell’s hope is to build a coalition of the center and she hopes that Joe Biden can represent this.  Her hope beyond this is that, as after the Nixon debacle, the Republican Party can take the following four years to redefine itself.

         After Trump was the nominee, Longwell began feeling very lonely as her allies hopped over the line to join the New Republican Party. As the 2020 Presidential Election grows near, Longwell has found allies like George Conway and the Lincoln Project, and continues trying to make her case to likely voters.

         The aroma of petrichor is in the air as signs of a rejuvenating rain begin to mount. The avalanche of Trump’s scandals and embarrassments seem to vex reasonable Republicans who ignored them two years ago.  The very early polls suggest that Joe Biden could win comfortably against Trump in November, in part because he is not reviled by the right in the way Hillary Clinton is, and so his nomination may not ignite the same fire in Republicans.

         If the historical mistake of Donald Trump is corrected in November, we should keep in mind that the 30% of Americans who make up his base will remain.  They are the ones who showed themselves in a poll released yesterday, in which 70% of Americans were in favor of mail-in voting for November’s Presidential Election in order to protect lives from Covid-19.  The remaining 30% are not moved by the elderly poll workers who are distressed by the idea of risking their lives.  Instead, they either understand that the fewer people allowed to vote, the better Trump’s chances for re-election, or else they are so gullible that they can be manipulated by claims of mail-in ballots leading to a rigged election absent any evidence.

         People who are happy to undermine American Democracy, whether it be through the meddling of a foreign government or homespun ways to keep people from voting, have likely always been around but were too weakly organized to derail America.  Supposing Biden does win over the financially and morally bankrupt Trump, we will still have to wait to see if the reasonable center has been restored well enough to dominate the extremes in a lasting way.

         The checks and balances built into the foundations of our government by our Founding Fathers have remained intact, though they have been damaged in the Trump years.  It is naïve to take for granted that American Democracy will endure no matter how irresponsible the American people.  We have been reminded many times throughout our history that America is an experiment that can either succeed or fail.  America can only continue unbroken if each generation keeps it until passing it to the next.  

         The adults in the center must regain control of the children on the edges or our future might read like Lord of the Flies.

[gabekidd]

The Ocean In Between

Characters: Adam Cole x OFC x Zack Gibson

Summary: Madeline McGregor’s been given a second shot at the top in the form of NXT UK, and she’s more than willing to grab the brass ring. But it’s more than gold that motivates her to set her sights across the ocean; so long as she can keep from looking back.

Note: I’m not expecting there to be nearly as much interest in this as there is Paradigm Shift, but I wrote it so I’m posting it. Prove me wrong, Tumblr!

Tagging: @dagreatest316 @blondekel77 @pinkxlips @gamer705

Part 1/?

Chapter One: I Have News

Sunday, June 1, 2019 NXT TakeOver: XXV – Bridgeport, Connecticut

As she stared across the table at Triple H, Maddie felt—as Candice would say—like a duck: calm, cool, and collected to the outside world, but frantically treading water just beneath the surface. After all, this meeting would go one of two ways; and if she had to guess, she’d say her chances were 50/50 as to whether she was about to get good news or the worst news of her life.

“Alright, Maddie,” he leaned forward on his forearms, cutting an imposing figure. His expression was entirely unreadable. “First I want to say thank you for coming up here to meet with me. I know you’re not on the card tonight, so I appreciate your flying up from Florida.”

Maddie swallowed a lump in her throat. That didn’t seem like a good start to the conversation, but she forced a smile. “Oh, it’s no problem. I was planning on coming, anyway; there’s no way I’d miss a TakeOver, let alone one this big.”

Hunter sent her a stiff grin of his own. “I know you wouldn’t. You’ve been dedicated since day one; that’s something that’s always stood out to me about you. You never complain, you always show up and put in the work no matter the situation.”

Maddie’s heart hammered so thunderously that it almost drowned out the compliment. “Thank you. It means a lot that you think that of me.”

“You’re welcome. And that sort of segues into what I wanted to talk to you about.”

She sat up straighter, wringing clammy hands in her lap. This was it. Her entire future hung upon whatever the next words would be to come out of his mouth.

His tone was even and steady as he spoke. “I know things haven’t gone how you expected or hoped they would over the last year. Unfortunately, there’s only so much opportunity to go around, and you’ve gotten lost in the shuffle here.”

Blood rushed to her head and she went momentarily dizzy. He was going to release her. This was the end of the road, her last night in NXT, in WWE—

“Which is why I want to see how you do over in NXT UK.”

Suddenly, the world stopped. “I’m sorry what?” she blurted. NXT UK? Had she heard him correctly?

He let out an amused laugh at her utter bewilderment. “Is that something you’d be open to?”

“Yes, absolutely!” Maddie proclaimed. Her heart was still pounding, but it was a different sensation now. “That’s just not—I’m really surprised.”

“I get it,” he sympathetically returned. “But this is actually something I’ve been considering for a few weeks. You made a name for yourself over in Britain working for Progress and Pro Wrestling: EVE. They know you there, they like you there, and, at least right now, I really think there’s greater opportunity for you on the NXT UK roster than there is down in Florida.”

Maddie couldn’t agree more. “When do I start?”

“Well, the next round of UK tapings will be at Download Festival. In two weeks.”

“Then I’ll be at Download Festival in two weeks.”

Hunter genially knocked his knuckles against the tabletop. “That’s what I like to hear. In the meantime, all I need you to do is be ready to go. I’m still ironing out the creative details, but I should have more to tell you in about a week.”

For the first time since sitting down, Maddie gave a genuine smile. “That works for me.”

“Great,” Hunter nodded. “Well, that’s all I had for you, Maddie. Get outta here, go enjoy the show.”

“I will. Thank you so much, Hunter.” She shook his hand and nearly bounced out of the room, feeling a million times lighter than when she’d entered. For the first time in a long time, it felt like something good was on the horizon; and for the boss himself to recognize her dedication and talent made all the difference.

She had to share the good news. It was just past 5 o’clock, so that meant it was just past 10 o’clock in England. They should all still be up, she thought as she whipped out her phone and composed a group text to her closest friends on the UK brand: Toni Storm, Pete Dunne, Tyler Bate, Trent Seven, and Mark Andrews.

Guys!! I have news! Trips just spoke with me and he’s putting me on NXT UK!!

Pete was the first to reply. But you’re a yank.

“Seriously?” She rolled her eyes at the curt, typical Pete-ness of his response; but before she could fire off a snappy retort Toni chimed in.

PETE! Shut it. That’s fantastic Mads! I’ve been wanting a new opponent to defend my title against ;)

Brilliant, Trent added. Don’t listen to Pete, he’s got his cranky dad pants on.

Fuck off mate, Pete returned. To which Trent simply said:

See.

Maddie laughed to herself as her fingers flew over the keyboard. Wow, I can already tell this’ll be a barrel of fun.

Mark checked in next. Mads! This is fantastic news. Will you be at Download?

Yes! she texted back. They’re still working out the details but he said they should have it all figured out by then. Dozens of possibilities flew through Maddie’s head as she hit send, each one better than the last. She hadn’t wrestled Rhea since the inaugural Mae Young Classic, and she’d love to have a re-match; and, of course, she’d want to set her sights on the NXT UK Women’s Championship as soon as possible, whether Toni had it or not. After nearly two years, she’d had yet to taste gold in NXT, and her hunger was growing unbearable. To win that championship would prove that none of the blood, sweat, and tears she’d put into this business had been in vain. It would prove that she belonged.

Her phone vibrated in her hands. Tyler had finally responded. Congrats Mads. Toni needs someone to come over here and knock her down a peg.

Maddie’s eyebrows arched when she read that. She was not about to insert herself between Tyler and Toni—and Trent apparently felt the same.

And that’s my cue to exit, he said.

A text came in from Toni next. I’ll just pretend you didn’t say that, she returned, and Maddie prayed Tyler would just keep his big mouth shut. Thankfully, when nothing else was said, it seemed he knew he was better off just staying quiet.

ANYWAY, Mark interjected. I’m so excited for you and I can’t wait to see you at Download!

Thank you!! Maddie typed back. Alright, I’m gonna go since it’s TakeOver and all. See you in two weeks!    

She smiled down at her phone, thrilled that her friends seemed just as happy as her—and then she remembered. “I have to tell Candice!”

She hurried back down the hall toward the direction of the women’s locker room, cut hard around a corner, and slammed right into a solid body. She stumbled backward from the impact, dazed, and two hands grabbed hold of her shoulders to steady her. When she regained her bearings and focused in on who was in front of her, she realized it was the last person she wanted to see tonight: Austin Jenkins; or, as he was known to the world, Adam Cole.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” A bemused smile crinkled the skin around his blue eyes, but Maddie didn’t return it.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you. “ She shrugged out of his grip and tried to step around him, but he moved with her, blocking her way.

“Wait. I’m glad I ran into you, literally. I have news.”

He was practically bouncing on his toes. As much as she didn’t want to give him the time of day, Maddie didn’t have the heart to rob him of the excitement of sharing his news, whatever it was. She was in the same boat. “Well?” she asked expectantly. “What is it?”

He couldn’t stop smiling if he tried. “I’m winning the NXT Championship tonight.”

For a second, Maddie just stared up at him wide-eyed, unsure what to do, what to say. She’d known this day would come—everyone did—but it was different now. Before, she’d always imagined him winning the title with her there by his side, greeting him with a kiss as he returned through the Gorilla curtain, sweaty and exhausted and ecstatic. But now it felt impersonal; like someone else living out a dream that had once been hers. “Congrats,” she managed say. “You’ll make a great champ.”

His grin faltered for the first time. “You seem surprised.”

“Well, I am,” she blurted. “I mean, not that you’re winning, but that you’re telling me.”

He looked confused at that. “Of course I’m telling you. There’s no one else I’ve talked with about this more than you.”

Maddie felt bile coming up from her stomach in the form of words, nasty and foul, but before she could spit out what her heart wanted her to say she forced her brain to take over. “I have news too.”

Austin’s face went stoic, and the mood suddenly shifted. He must have heard about her meeting with Triple H—Candice probably told him—and now he was clearly uncomfortable, uncertain if her news was good news, if he’d inadvertently rubbed his happiness in her misery. “Yeah, Candice told me about your meeting,” he cautioned. “How’d it go?”

She kept up her poker face; kept her tone even. “Good. They’re putting me on NXT UK.”

“What?” His obvious shock spewed out of his mouth, and he had to reel it back in. “I mean, that’s cool. I know you like wrestling over there. You’re not gonna have to move there, are you?”

What do you care? she thought, but she kept the question to herself and shook her head. “No. They film just like we do. I’ll still be here—well, in Florida. At the PC.”

He nodded like that information mattered to him. Like he would notice if she was on the other side of ocean. But Maddie knew he wouldn’t. He had someone else to warm his bed. “Well, congrats,” he said, and then they were left with nothing but the awkward silence between them.

She shifted to step around him again. He didn’t stop her this time. “Well, I’m gonna go tell Candice. Good luck tonight; although I guess you don’t need it.”

“Oh no, I probably still do,” he joked.

Maddie sent him an artificial smile, and then she was on her way again to the women’s locker room; to Candice and their friends; to people who really would be happy for her and not just superficially so. But just before she got to the locker room door she slowed to stop, wondering. She looked at her phone again, pulled up his name, debated sending him a text. But no sooner had the thought arrived than she dismissed it. She hadn’t heard from him in weeks; hadn’t seen him since WrestleMania. He probably wouldn’t care anymore than Austin had, and she didn’t want another lukewarm response.

[zilllionjape]

Jape’s Monday (Not) Funday 12/9/19

Last week was something else! Last week was super, duper, mega, super fun! So many noteworthy moments of that week! Loved it!

The week started with a normal Monday and the work day started at 12PM and ended at 8PM. It was a pretty normal workday. Nothing too noteworthy. I tried using ExpressVPN for the first time and it cosy me over a hundred bucks. Thank god there’s money back guarantee, but due to that fact I’m never ever using ExpressVPN again.

On Tuesday it was a time for morning shift! 7:30AM I started the day and ended the day at 6PM! There wasn’t that much noteworthy stuff here, unlike Monday for example. I had fun though! This was a super fun week! And that means my workdays were too!

Wednesday was just a day where I was generally very busy with work. I started at 12PM and ended at 8PM. It was almost a nonstop day with of course one break in-between. First so much office work, and then the night started and my god did it make me tired. I was so tired by the end of the day that I just wanted to drop on my bed and talk to my fiancé on phone and that’s exactly what happened. Also was very happy with how the day turned out to be, how productivw I was. I took a shower later on.

Then we get to Thursday and this day was amazing! It was a workday from 9AM to 2PM. This was a typical work day you’d expect. Just a meeting and food and stuff. Then came our coworkers little party at 4PM (I arrived shortly after 5) and I thought I was gonna be left out or something (this was also maybe the reason why I didn’t fall asleep during Wednesday-Thursday night) and wouldn’t have fun. The exact opposite happened. Just had tons of fun and I don’t remember when I was laughing this much with people. This was an amazing day and just keeps me going even more that I wanna stay and work in this place and my plans aren’t changing in the upcoming months. Then the clock hit 10PM and we had to leave (the room was rented for 10PM) and went to a bar. There I was like an hour, maybe under seeing as a lot of people just went on their own, so I kind of lost interest. Plus, I haven’t really been into bars for like over a year now. Also I wanted to see my fiancé who had arrived home this week on Thursday already. So I go with a bus and I’m completelly drunk and I feel like I’m super annoying, but according to him I was super cute. After we get home, I immediately undress and almost immediately fall asleep. That was my Thursday.

Friday hits like a rock and so does a hangover. But mu fiancé helps me wake up and helps me and buys us a pizza! Thank you soop much! He also had bought soda and chipa! Goddammit I love you! Then we watched WWE Starrcade which was a super fun show (I don’t know why, seeing as there wasn’t really any memorable matches from there). Then we had to go to celebrate my fiancé’s mothers birthday. It was fun and hurtful at times, because at points or another (this is a loud family, keep that in mind) my head hurted a small amount. But we got free treats and cake and everything so that was a win!

This wasn’t over though this week. After we got home, we watched RAW and went to sleep. On Saturday, I had to be at work from 11AM to 12PM then had to return back for work at 5PM to pretty much 5:30PM. That sucked ass. But we watched WWE NXT, NXT UK, SmackDown and 205 Live together that day. Yes we love WWE content! Still have WWE 24 and Total Divas to watch by myself!

On Sunday we finished You vs. Wild show and that is one of the funniest things we’ve seen ever or watched together. Just stupid ass random shit ever.

So that was my week! Lot of text but who cares! I hope to put some photo here too.

That’s a photo of me! From the Thursday party with co-workers!