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And how about this moment 🥹🤍!
Jojo you have an amazing dad take care of him he loves you so much I know you know that but we have to say it anyways 🥰❤️!
#wwe#roman reigns#anoai family#anoa’i strong#the tribal chief#joe anoa'i#the head of the table#anoa’i family#joelle anoa’i#joelle anoai
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Such a Loser | R.R
Summary: After the MITB match, Joe’s entire demeanor seemed off which wasn’t expected after the weeks worth of planning and working for the match itself.
Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x Nova (OC) || established relationship
Warnings: Stubbornness, Pet names, Random attitude, One-sided arguements, Strong language, kissing, fingering, slapping, grabbing face, praise and degrading, p in v, cockwarming, Cuddling, Love bombs
Rating: 18+
A/N: I was panicking the whole time watching it, bcs I was rooting for the Usos but I felt like they might trick me and have Solo and Roman win anyway…
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The car ride silent as Joe sits beside me dozing off, not surprising since today was probably the longest and most anticipated day of his life. His performance was amazing especially the aftermath of the match, even leaving me wondering what’s going to happen next. There was something wrong though, after the match his entire demeanor just shifted into this dull and forceful manner.
“I’m so proud.” I whisper as I play with his wedding band before looking out the window myself, “I’m glad.” He mumbles back with a small smile. The driver enters the hotel parking lot causing me to grab my purse and get ready to exit, with the driver finally parking the car we get out and I help with one of Joe’s bag. “Don’t do that, I got it.” He shakes his head before taking the bag away and throwing it over his shoulder.
Entering the hotel, we head straight towards the elevator as the silence overtakes our surroundings due to it being late at night. “What’s wrong?” I question after his exaggerated sigh, causing him to roll his eyes. “Nothing.” He snaps randomly, at least before he was nicer, my lips form a line as I nod slowly while looking away.
The elevator after taking it’s sweet time, arrives on our floor allowing me to leave that awkward silence. Grabbing the key from my purse as we head down the never-ending hallway, I look back to see Joe clearly struggling with his suitcase wheels. “I’ll help.” I hold back a laugh at his irritated expression, grabbing the suitcase it immediately rolls with ease and so does his eyes. “You know I got you baby.” I try to joke, though at this moment I’m the only one who finds it even a bit funny.
Making it to the room, I scan the card as it lets us in to our suite. Joe immediately heads to the bedroom, “Baby…” I call after him as I enter the room myself and seeing his drained expression. “Not now.” He grunts while tossing his bag into the corner, going silent soon after as I don’t know how to respond. I decide that maybe running us a shower could help, so I go to the bathroom.
“Really Novs? What did you do today that made you so utterly exhausted and sweaty that you need to shower?” He spoke abruptly, I look at the door which he’s standing at shirtless. “It was for both of us, I thought I would be nice.” I smile ignoring his rudeness while turning towards him completely, his face immediately lightening from the distasteful look he was giving. He leaves without saying anything else, I’m assuming to get ready for the shower.
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After the shower, I finally got Joe to open up to me about what was bothering him. What I wasn’t expecting was the fact that he was going to rant for 2 hours straight about it.
“I understand.” I say tiredly as Joe is on his rant about his lost at MITB, as amazing as the guys performed he was more bothered about the crowd. “Baby you’ve seen and heard worse things.” I sigh as he throws himself back down onto the couch, “Don’t break this couch.” I warn as he sat up properly and fixed the pillow on the other side of him.
“Imagine just trying to give the best performance of your life to people who can’t even focus on it because they’re too busy yelling ‘Fuck you’!” Joe stresses as he clenches his teeth together, I go to hug him but he moves away. “Well what would you like me to do?” I force a smile even though I’m sick of his attitude, “Nothing! I just need you to listen.” He exclaims. That sends me in a frenzy because that’s all I’ve been doing for 2 hours!
I roll my eyes at him before leaving the living room, and heading to the bedroom to get away from his shenanigans. “Baby Really? I ask one thing and you walk off.” He says loud enough for me to hear in the room, “I’m sorry.” I shrug knowing he can’t see me. Sliding off my slides, I get into the comfy sheets hoping he’ll get the gist. I can hear his heavy foot steps coming towards the door, “Come lay down, you’re getting red.” I open my arms for him to join me.
Hearing his deep sigh and his movement towards the bed, I smile in a small victory. I watch him as he fixes his shorts, remembering there’s nothing underneath I got a plan. “They probably did it because you’re so hot when you’re angry.” I smile seductively as I roll over onto my stomach while he gets into the bed. “Oh really?” He mumbles before looking at me, I hum as I cuddle up into him with my leg tossed over his hips.
His hands quickly grab onto my waist and ass, rubbing so gently across my skin. “I think you did phenomenal. You looked so tough, sexy, and serious.” I bite my lip unintentionally thinking back at the visuals he was giving during the match. I push myself onto his hips with my hands resting along his bare chest, “But you lost…” I tease as I roll along his slowly hardening cock.
He grunts as his hands reach up to my hips, I smirk at his reaction. “Are you actually mad at the crowd or are you just being a sore loser?” He glares up at me after my comment while his hands grip my hips roughly, a small whimper coming from my throat at the action. I tilt forward as our faces become close and I can feel his harsh breaths, I smile before squishing his cheeks with my hand and placing a kiss onto his pink lips.
Immediately he kissed back only with more passion, I let go of his face as his tongue entered the kiss. “So sweet.” He smiles against my lips, I giggle remembering the vanilla and coconut chapstick I put on. Pulling away from the kiss, I admire his face seeing the small scratch by his chin. “They got you pretty good.” I say pointing to the minuscule mark, he rolls his eyes playfully before pulling me back down onto his lips.
His hands finding their way onto my ass while my hips continues grinding against his, feeling him fully hard underneath me. “Fuck.” He grunts against my lips nicely before throwing his head back, I sit up and remove my top. I moan quietly as one of his hands leave my ass to squeeze my boob, “So pretty.” He smirks at my reaction.
Joe flipping us over to my dismay, sitting back on his heels as he pulls my bottoms off with a surprise of nothing under. “You were planning this huh?” He teases as he throws my bottoms somewhere in the room, I look away from his intense stare as he waits for an answer. “Answer me.” He grabs my face to make eye contact again, I nod but it doesn’t please him. “Words, come on you know better.” His words immediately creating arousal to drip from my entrance. “Yeah, more of hoping.” I wink as he smiles.
His long fingers make their way to my pussy as they slide between my slit, rubbing around my clit and back down to the entrance. “You’re soaked… you got a thing for losers?” He tilts his head teasingly, I nod eagerly as his other hand comes back to my boobs and plays delicately with the nipples. The once silent room was now noisy with the sounds of my moans, and his soft grunts.
His fingers entering my entrance smoothly and filling me up, “Oh my… god!” I squeal as he starts a ruthless pace. He smirks as the wet sounds from my pussy fills the room, going to grab his wrist, his other hand interferes. “What’s wrong? You were hoping for this.” His deep voice enters my ears as he bends down to kiss my neck, though nothing but moans can come from me in response.
“Wait- I’m going to cum.” I gasp as the feeling builds up in my stomach, his fingers going even faster though I didn’t think it was possible. “It’s too much!” My eyes squeeze shut as I cum onto his fingers, “Look at me.” He demands as he removes his fingers gently. Opening my eyes, the sight of him sucking the cum off his fingers made me immediately want to cover my face in embarrassment.
“You think you can cum again?” He questions knowing the answer to that, he pulls out his hard cock causing it to slap against his pelvis. The tip was dripping precum as it was swollen and red, he leans down before rubbing against my drenched lips. “Damn baby.” He groans as his hips falter at the feeling, I hum as I pull him into a quick kiss.
Already breathless, he positions himself at my entrance before entering slowly due to his large size. He throws his head back making his neck come to full display, sitting up a bit I suck a small hickey on the side of his adams apple. “Your pussy is so good.” He chuckles as he starts a slow place, enjoying the feeling of me stretching around his cock. Joe pushes one of my legs up from underneath the knee allowing him to a different angle.
Moans just flowing from my mouth uncontrollably, “I literally love you so much. So so much!” My head falling back onto the pillow as I can no longer take looking at where him and I are connected, he lets out a breathy chuckle as he begins pounding into me. Slapping noises being heard throughout the room as well as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. “I love you.” He says happily, his other hand holding onto my hip.
“Look at your tits just bouncing, I’m fucking you so good huh?” He smirks while slapping my bouncing boobs creating a shock to flow through my body. “You’re amazing! It’s so good.” I whine out as he lets go of my thigh and brings my hand to hold it instead. Doing the same for my other thigh, he’s practically pounding me into the mattress considering every time he comes down my body jolts from impact. “You just love losers, look at you creaming all over one.” He grabs my face roughly to look at him.
Hair falling over his face, forehead glistening with sweat. “So pathetic, don’t you think?” He degrades me and I love it, a small pout forms on my lips causing him to come down a kiss them. Moaning against his lips, his hand lets go of my face and goes down to my clit to rub fast circles. Unintentionally clenching on his pounding cock, I can feel him twitch inside of me.
“Mm’gonna cum?” I tease after he pulls away from my lips hesitantly, he nods shameless as his hands fall right beside my head to hold himself up. Biceps on full display as I’m caged in by his body, “Cum in me. Please cum.” I beg as his eyes start fluttering closed and mouth falling open. “Shit… oh I’m gonna cum.” He moans while his head drops, I can feel the warm ropes of his cum coat my walls as he breathes hard above me. “Oh yes.” I moan as I cum at the overstimulating feeling of his orgasm.
He drops his body gently onto mine as he stays inside, “You’re going to be pregnant after this.” He mumbles. My hands leave my thighs as they hold him close to me, resting on his back and tracing little shapes. “That’s totally fine.” I smile as I kiss his shoulder happily.
#roman reigns#joe anoa'i#roman reigns oneshot#roman reigns x oc#roman reigns smut#joe anoa’i smut#wwe superstars#roman reigns fluff#wwe smut#money in the bank#joesanrio
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a/n: two fics in one day?!?!?!? who would’ve thought 🤭
word count: 796
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It was a beautiful evening, the sun was just starting to set and the florida air was warm with a slight breeze.
Y/N sat in the back of a black escalade, driven by their chauffeur.
She lifted her compact mirror, studying each angle of her face, ensuring her makeup and hair was perfect.
Her outfit consisted of a beautiful form fitting black dress, So Kate Louboutin heels, and a Dior saddle bag, gifted to her by her husband. Although he claims it’s for a special occasion, Y/N thinks it’s another opportunity for him to spoil her rotten.
Soon after, the car came to a stop in front of her favorite restaurant.
“We’ve arrived, Mrs. Anoa’i,” the driver announced before going around to her side and helping her out of the car.
“Thank you so much,” she smiled, reaching into her bag to retrieve cash to tip him. He thanked her gracefully before saying his goodbyes for the night.
She smoothed the fabric of her dress and strutted into the building.
The orange glow from the dozens of lit candles illuminated the dimly lit dining room. That accompanied by the sweet smell of flowers and soft jazz music made the atmosphere that much more romantic.
She gave her name to the hostess and followed as she led her to a more secluded section of the restaurant.
The sound of her Louboutins clicking against the hardwood floor alerted him of her arrival. He watched intently as she sauntered over and once their eyes met, the most beautiful smile erupted on her gorgeous face.
Her knees almost buckled when he rose from his seat to greet her.
His perfectly tailored suit hugged his strong, muscular body in the most devilish way.
His long black locks were slicked back into a low bun and his graying beard was groomed to perfection.
He extended a hand towards her and she grabbed it, squealing when he abruptly pulled her into him.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and his around her waist.
“You’re late,” he said into her neck. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully.
“Are you really surprised?”
“After 10 years of waiting on you, I guess I shouldn’t be,” he chuckled when she swatted his back.
She pulled away slightly with a lovesick smile, only for him to steal a soft kiss from her deep red lips.
“You look beautiful baby, even more so than the last time I saw you,” he smirked at the shy smile she desperately tried to hide (she failed 🤭).
“You don’t look too bad yourself honey,” she gave him another peck before pulling him back into her embrace, “Happy Anniversary Joe. I missed you. So glad you’re home.”
“Happy Anniversary my love. Come on, food should be coming out soon”
He led her seat at the table which was decorated with candles and a huge bouquet of her favorite flowers. Not to mention a bottle of her favorite (and very expensive) bottle of wine.
Not too long after, their server arrived, dishing out all their favorite foods and pouring two glasses of the wine.
They spent the next hour drinking, eating, laughing and being madly in love. Y/N couldn’t help herself from moving her seat closer to her husband and he welcomed the company, planting a gentle but firm hand on her thigh.
The dinner was slowly coming to an end, but not before they ordered dessert.
They sat comfortably, legs intertwined, feeding each other spoonfuls of cheesecake.
“Thank you for tonight, even though I was late on our anniversary,” she grinned.
“Don’t thank me yet baby, the night is still young and I still have a few more things in store for you,”
“Don’t you think you’ve spoiled me enough?” Y/N
“Nope, it’ll never be enough, my love. After 10 years of you putting up with me and my insane work schedule, this is the least I could do for you. You deserve the world,” Joe whispered, feeling himself getting choked up.
Y/N leaned over, capturing his lips with hers, both of them pouring all of their emotions into one mind numbing kiss.
They pulled away breathless, pressing their foreheads together.
“I already have the world Joseph, you and those 4 beautiful babies we made are my world,” Y/N smiled widely.
Joe looked at her as if she hung the moon and stars.
“Have I told you how absolutely beautiful you look tonight?” Joe asked breaking the silence
Y/N couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips.
“Only about 300 times since the night started,” she bit her lip as her hand traveled up his chest and grabbed his tie, tugging slightly.
“Well I’m going to tell you 300 more times before the night ends.”
#roman reigns#roman reigns x reader#roman reigns imagine#roman reigns imagines#the bloodline#the tribal chief#joseph anoai
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How A Witch Met the Bloodline
*Late night idea for the Strange Magic series that I had.... And, no this isn’t a Roman x Reader thing*
So many things passed through your mind this late at night; emotions, thoughts, and even feelings as you trekked through the darkness. The crisp, autumn night air bit at every piece of skin it could....for you were without your coat and the night only chilled you to the bone. You were passed the feeling of cold....and your magic.....well....it only warmed your hands. The little spark of flame between them as you stepped on crunchy leaves and twigs that easily snapped underfoot.
The shake in your limbs, however....were not from the cold. They were from the fear that had been struck through you upon the man that had been in your cottage.
You were trying to sleep in your room when you heard quiet banging. You paid it no mind as you thought it was an animal outside or something. But the second you heard a bottle crash to the floor and drawers opening from the other room, you jumped out of bed.
The fire in the fire pit had been stoked, so the cold air of autumn had seeped into the cracks of your little cottage, already causing goosebumps to form on your skin that the noise didn’t do first.
When you had opened the door, saw the man where he didn’t belong there trifling through drawers and upon your shelves of ingredients, it made you gasp. Your belongings strewn everywhere’ ceramic bowls and glassware broken into bits upon the wooden floor. The man that had trespassed into your home was very uncaring for them....for he wasn’t in need of them but of something else.
Your trespasser heard you and you didn’t have your wits of what spell to use as the man presented a knife. You could barely think with the roaring of blood in your years. He charged you, the blade aimed at you. Like a viper’s tooth aimed at prey, it was to lash into your skin. But your wits came about you and you possessed the blade with magic, commanding it out of his hand and into yours. The man had lunged for you, to grapple his knife from your grasp but, you had a strong grip upon its handle. Without thinking though.....without the care for safety, you swiped the blade at the man....and it caught him in the throat. The price to pay for trespassing upon your homestead. But the blood, spurting every which way, upon your dress and skin...the hot liquid made you freeze. You watch the man grasp at his throat, to stop the bleeding but nothing could be done. He faded in moments, dying at your feet, choking on his own blood.
The sight of the man dead had your heart frozen in your chest. Had a sinking feeling something bad was going to happen to you.
Your heart kickstarted at the thought that the body needed to be disposed of. It needed to be done fast.
Upon inspection of the man, you noted his face, who he was. You had made it apparent to know everyone in Meadow Creek. Everyone who had arrived shortly after you to this stead, you had greeted every one of them and they all knew you. For you were the first settler here. You knew them all. And this man...this man you knew. He was a farmer on the other side of town. He was very spiteful of you and his family was the same way. They suspected of your gifts, your abilities, but he never had concrete proof and neither did anyone else in town. But if he was suspected to be gone, his family would come for you, especially if they knew he had came to your place. They’d come too. With pitchforks and torches, they’d come and claim you to be the witch they thought you were. An evil one. But you weren’t. You could never.
Without knowing what to do, you left your cottage, seeking a beaten path to the very outskirts of town beyond your cottage. For you knew someone who could help.
But the trek there, without shoes, without a coat in the brisk cold was almost a bad idea but your fear had warmed you enough until you knew you were halfway. You were still thinking with fear, hoping the family of the farmer weren’t already after you. But you had no other option...it was done.
The person you were seeking was still a ways away but you needed their aid now.
Raising your hands to your mouth, you howled into the dark night. It was a distress call, something the person you were searching for had taught you to do when you were in trouble. Because you were...or you would be if anyone else found out. And you were scared and was closed to sobbing. You just needed help from the one person who would understand.
A werewolf, the leader of his own kind, in a settlement on the outskirts of town, deep in the woods to be away from other people and close to the mountains. You needed his help more than ever.
After a couple moments of silence, you called once more. In moments, an answer called back. You gave the howl another distress call, one to say of urgency and that you needed their help. There was a quick howl from the receiver. It told you they were on their way promptly.
Because if anyone would aid you....would help you and ensure your safety, it was the Anoa'i family. Especially the eldest of the group.
And you desperately needed his help.
However, his aid would never stop, unbeknownst to you at the time the werewolves had settled in Meadow Creek. You never would’ve guessed that the moment you had stumbled upon them and their secret, you would hold them as an ally, offer kinship and help with your own little secret. In exchange for herbs and medicine and your other “special talents,” the Anoa’i family offered you protection, meat from the deer they hunted, and aid when you needed it most from townspeople if it were to ever be known you were a witch.
That little secret wouldn’t be out until you aided the mayor, making him grateful for witchcraft instead of fearful of it. But that wouldn’t come to pass for another couple hundred years.
Until then, the werewolves that lived closely were your only friends as the you two shared secrets of things considered “monstrosities” from those of lesser minds.
As generations and generations of Anoa’i came, the first of the bloodline had vowed to hold you as an ally. And you....you vowed to aid the bloodline when they needed it. A loyalty dating for a little over 300 years now in the present. This is how you came to know the pack leader of today. The one who now sat at the head of the table where his forefathers sat before him. The one who gave the orders and kept his pack and family in line.
This was how you came to know Roman Reigns. For your loyalty to his bloodline had never faded.
Not even to this day.
Before yall start. NO!!! This isn’t a Roman x Reader thing. This was an idea I had to answer the question of how and why you would’ve known Roman in the Strange Magic Series. I thought it would be a cool idea to involve some history and back story since....I’m pretty sure I’ve never mentioned it. This kinda dates back to 1692, during the Salem Witch Trials btw for context.
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#strange magic#strange magic series#roman reigns#drew mcintyre#though not mentioned#the series is a love story with drew#roman is only a secondary character
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As the cousin of Yokozuna, Lanuloa Anoa’i was almost automatically drafted into the Bone Street Krew. The stressful thing about having a bunch of big, strong men protect you is mainly that you can’t tell them about any feelings you have at risk of them murdering the person if they hurt you.
So when Lanuloa finds herself in love with WCW’s Madusa, fka Alundra Blayze, she turns to an unlikely source for help; that being fellow BSK member the Undertaker, who becomes a surprising wingman for her.
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@seize-the-droid @anotherunreadblog @ocfairygodmother @felicitys-smoaking @eddysocs @foxesandmagic @vivis-ghost-wife @witchofinterest
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This is me SongFic - Roman Reigns x Reader
Summary: It had been months since your and Joe’s ways had separated. Months you tried to put the pieces of your life back together, starting life anew. And just as you thought that you would be able to forget him, would be able to live again, fate once again showed that it has different plans for you and him quite alike.
Warnings: angst
Pairing: Joe Anoa’i x Reader
Note: This is Part 3 of the Monrose SongFic Series. You can read the other parts here:
Part 1: What you don’t know
Part 2: Shame
Tag List: @trixdeee @alexisbagans143 @iwritewwe @calwitch @scuzmunkie @rollins-princess214 @mermaid-at-heart @the-queens-reign @vebner37 @taryndibiase (please let me know if the tags don’t work for you)
Monrose - This is Me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pMZTQsT8RQ
When I'm lying on the floor,
Starring at the door.
And tears are falling down.
(Don't think I can’t make it alone)
Been lying here for days,
Soaking up the pain.
My tears are slowly drowned.
(Don't think I can’t make it alone)
It had been several months since you had moved to another city, not just in your former state but a complete different one. Of course it still hurt having lost him but you could feel that it was getting easier, at least you told yourself that. Not living in the same city anymore, where everything reminded you of him, helped you somehow. Your heart was still aching for Joe and sometimes you were close to just grabbing your phone and dialing his number that you knew by heart but you didn't. You knew that you would just make it worse and whatever he was doing now, you hoped that he was able to repair the damage you and him had done to his family. You avoided watching TV whenever RAW came on because you knew that seeing his face would just stir up everything again that you tried to push to the back of your mind. It took you some time to be able to do so and it took you an even longer time to somehow adjust to the situation. At first you just wanted to lie on the floor and bawl your eyes out due to how downhill everything had went ever since you told Joe that you were planning on marrying your boyfriend. It took you several tries to get back up to your feet and dust yourself off.
There was still this huge emptiness in you, the part of you that left you the day you made him walk out of your life, but you were absolutely determined to somehow fill it. You knew that this was impossible but that didn't mean that you couldn't try. And a first step in order to do so was to pack your stuff, quit your job and start anew, preferably far away where nothing would remind you of the man you loved with all your heart. It was a little challenge to find a new city you could feel at home, to find a new job and an apartment you would feel comfortable in, but you managed to do all of that. With the help of your friends you pulled up your stakes, leaving your old life behind, moving to a city several hundred miles away and starting there anew. With everything being unknown to you, you were at least occupied, not being able to think of him again and again. Your job was rather challenging but you loved it, giving you the chance to meet a lot of new people. You were already making the first acquaintances days after you had moved into your new apartment and couple days later you did not only become friends with a lot of your neighbors but some of your colleagues quite alike. Of course, none of them could ever replace the wonderful friendship you had with Joe but you didn't look for a replacement anyway. You looked for something fresh and new.
So I move my feet up off the ground
Get myself in a shower,
Wash you out.
I'm too strong to fail,
Stronger now.
Don't get twisted,
Not missing you,
Take a look
Before you could think twice you were welcomed to a new circle of friends, you would go out with from time to time and you knew that you could count on them whenever you needed their help. And although your heart was still shattered, you started dating again. Nothing serious of course, not even a bunch of one night stands, but just going to the movies, a nice restaurant or even a basketball game with some guys, whose company you enjoyed. But no matter how many dates you went on, you would always find yourself comparing them to the Samoan, that was not only your best friend for over a decade but also your lover for a limited amount of time. And no matter how often you scolded yourself for doing so, you just couldn't change it. It was like a curse. Whenever you thought that you could give the guy, you went on a date with, a second chance, it was always his face occupying your thoughts and your mind, reminding you how unforgettable the times with him were and that nothing and no one could ever reach that. It was not fair at all but this always prevented you from going to more than one or maybe two dates with the same guy. You knew that you had to change that, that you somehow had to get over him, that all of this wasn't good for your own well- being but it was easier said than done. Maybe it would already help you to just lock away your feelings and open up to other guys on a strictly physical level again, so you could take this as a base and start working from there. You knew that this wouldn't be the perfect solution but you had to start somewhere if you somehow wanted to return to the old you again. You would have to work on that anyway.
This is me
And I will not be invisible,
You can't keep me in control,
Tonight I'm startin' again. (again, again)
(Don't think I can’t make it alone.)
It was one of those lazy Saturdays and after a whole week at work, that was rather challenging, you were just happy to lie down on your couch in order to watch your favorite show on Netflix. You loved evenings like that, where you could just relax, not having to dress up, being able to fall asleep whenever you wanted to. Just as you were about to start the next episode the doorbell rang. You grumbled to yourself but decided to ignore it. As it rang again and again you got up and moved over to the door, rather annoyed at whoever dared to interrupt your evening. As you opened the door you crooked an eyebrow as you saw some of your friends standing there. "What are you doing here?", you wanted to know, rather surprised as you hadn't expected any visitors. Your friends didn't wait for your invitation before they entered your apartment, smiling at you. You didn't know why but you were quite sure that you wouldn't like the reason for their visit. "We are here to pick you up Y/N.", one of them said, highly amused at your confusion. "What? Pick me up to go where?", you questioned with your friend replying: "Come on Y/N. It's Saturday, we are young and the night belongs to us. You can sleep when you are dead but right now we want to take you to our usual club. They have some pretty awesome live music there tonight and it would be a shame to waste your evening on your couch instead." You looked at them rather skeptical, not really wanting to leave the comfort of your own home. On the other hand, you loved spending time with your friends and if you were honest to yourself one of the guys had caught your attention. It was not that you were head over heels but you at least enjoyed his company - although it was not the company of a certain other person of course.
You thought about it, wanting to disagree but you decided that it wouldn't hurt going out and having some fun. So you just smiled at your friends, saying: "Okay give me a minute. I'll be right back. Oh and feel as if you were at home" With that you vanished into your sleeping room, grabbing your favorite dress and heels, before you headed into the bathroom to jump into your clothes, putting a little make up on and combing through your hair. A last look convinced you that you were ready and as you moved out of the bathroom to join your friends you were greeted with a lot of compliments. "You look stunning, I hope that you know that." Y/F/N said, the one that you actually found pretty attractive. "Well, thank you Y/F/N, you don't look too bad either.", you winked at him, making him chuckle. As you grabbed your bag you signaled to them that you were ready to go and the bunch of you left your apartment. Luckily for you the club was in walking distance, meaning it wouldn't be too bad if you had a drink or two.
No I will not be invisible,
Shining bright like a star,
I'm in control
No you won't hurt me again,
You won't hurt me again...
When you were heading there your thoughts travelled back to Joe, automatically thinking of all of the times you and him would hit the clubs in the past, and you could feel how your heart was growing heavy immediately. You cursed yourself and decided to ban every single thought of him to the back of your mind. It wasn't long until you reached the club with Y/F/N, who had put his shoulder over your arm, pulling you closer to him, asking: "You're alright Y/N? You look kinda sad." You tried to smile at him as you answered: "Yeah I'm alright. I just had to think of something."
"Something concerning your past?", he wanted to know with you smiling sadly as you replied: "Yeah. It wasn't hard to guess, huh?" He smiled at you, pulling you closer as he said: "Not at all. And to be honest, whoever he is that had hurt you that bad, he deserves to be slapped in the face." You looked at him in shock as you asked: "How do you know? I have never said anything like that." He thought about his words before he answered: "It sounds completely cheesy but in certain moments, when you think no one is watching, you seem to be absolutely heartbroken. The kind of heartbroken you actually just experience when a person you love from the bottom of your heart has betrayed you. I have just figured that it was a boyfriend that hurt you or something like that." You had to gulp hard, feeling how your eyes were already filling with tears as you mumbled: "To be honest, you are not far from the truth. Heartbroken is pretty fitting. But... I mean... he has not betrayed me. I made him leave."
"Do you want to talk about it?", he wanted to know with you shaking your head as you answered: "Not really, no. But thank you for your offer. Right now I just want to go to this club, dance the night away and leave my old life and everything, that's bothering me, behind." He smiled down at you, saying: "We certainly can do that." You smiled up at him and joined the happy chatter of your other friends as you queued in front of the club, waiting to be allowed in.
When I'm reaching out for life
And die a thousand times
Too weak to carry on...
(Don' think I can't make it alone.)
When silence is the sound,
And hope is fading out
And all the love has gone
(Don't think I can't make it alone.)
For a while the ground was gone,
Don't worry I weren't there for long
I'm stronger now,
Too strong to fall.
Don't get twisted.
Not missing you.
Take a look.
Once you were in, you made sure to get to your usual table as fast as possible, ordering your drinks while you were sitting together, chatting and laughing. You were really glad that you tagged along, especially since the live music was indeed absolutely amazing.You and your friends talked about anything; what had happened at your work places, sharing funny stories about other friends you didn't know, talking about almost anything in the world. And you were more than just grateful that they didn't question you about your past once. When you had been moving there, you had only told them that it was because of a new job offer. Of course, you missed your initial home and all the people there, but the job was worth it to resettle. You had no idea how much of that they actually believed but you didn't really feel like telling them the real reason why you packed your stuff and left. Right now the last thing you wanted to do was to think about your past, but obviously destiny had other plans for you.
You were still trapped in a funny conversation with your friends when one of them suddenly said: "Hey look at that. Aren't those some of those WWE guys?" Your heart instantly sank as your conversation dropped with your friends turning their attention to the new arrivals. You didn't want to look, didn't dare to. You prayed to anyone, who would listen, that you wouldn't see who you feared you would be seeing but it was useless. As you peeked into the direction of the entrance your heart sank even further. You had been avoiding him for the last couple of months, you made him walk out of your life, telling him that he shouldn't dare to come back in, and yet seeing Joe standing there, immediately made you feel as if your whole past, your whole home, your whole life had returned in that very moment. And it didn't hurt any less than it did before, of course it didn't. You could hear your friends discuss them and the "Oh yeah they had an event here today, I have seen the billboards before" was rather distant and yet it hit you full force. You had never considered that you could cross paths again due to a show he would be wrestling in your new hometown. Of course the possibility was there but you just hadn't thought about it. You were hoping that he wouldn't turn his attention to you as he was waiting with Dean, Seth, Braun, Bray and a bunch of other guys for a table. And although he still looked as gorgeous as ever you noticed the sad expression on his face he had covered up with a stubborn mask. To other people he might just appear cool but you knew it better. You had seen that expression before.
When you heard your friends call your name, you snapped out of your thoughts and asked puzzled: "What? I'm sorry I didn't listen." One of your friends smiled at you as she wanted to know: "They are hot, aren't they?" You shrugged your shoulders as you mumbled: "Kind of, I guess." Your friend looked at you in disbelief as she wanted to know: "Do you even watch wrestling or know them?" Of course you did, better than you wished you did but you just shook your head, hoping that none of them would notice you, with your friend sighing dramatically as she exclaimed: "Doesn't matter. There is just one thing you need to know about that group. You're seeing the guy with the tattoo over his arm, that looks like a greek god?" You had to bite your tongue. The whole situation was anything else but funny but you couldn't help but burst out laughing on the inside, knowing exactly that Joe would have pulled his most murderous face, if he had heard that comparison. Of course, he knew that he was good looking but he absolutely hated it if people reduced him to his looks only. So you just tried to keep a straight face as you said: "Yeah I do. What's with him?" Your friend giggled as she said: "That's Roman Reigns, probably the hottest guy the wrestling world has to offer. If he'd ask me to come with him you wouldn't see me around here anymore because I would be gone with him that very moment." Your friends had to laugh out loud while you shot her an annoyed look, saying: "Believe me that won't happen."
"How'd you know?", she wanted to know, crooking an eyebrow as you shrugged your shoulders. “I just assume, that's it.“, you answered as you watched the group of wrestlers head for the other side of the room, relaxing a little bit as none of them had noticed you. Y/F/N leaned over to you as he wanted to know: "Contrary to what you had just said you know him quite well, don't you? Was he the one you had asked to walk out of your life?" You must have looked as if someone smacked you right across the face as you wanted to know: "What? I mean how...? How do you know that?" You didn't want to admit it but you were taken way too much by surprise to deny it. He gave you a sad smile as he answered: "I have noticed that the heartbroken look was back the moment you saw him. If you want to leave, I can bring you home." You thought about it for a second before you shook your head, saying: "No I'm good. We're here to have a good time and this should not change that. Let's just not talk about this topic any longer." He looked at you questioningly but with a shrug of his shoulders he joined your friends' conversation again, with you following his example.
This is me
And I will not be invisible,
you can't keep me in control,
Tonight I'm startin' again. (again, again)
(Don't think I can make it alone.)
No I will not be invisible,
Shining bright like a star,
I'm in control
No you won't hurt me again,
You won't hurt me again…
You tried not to look towards Joe's direction but you couldn't help peeking here and there. While his friends seemed to have a pretty good time, he was rather quiet, not really joining their conversation but staring down at the drink in his hand, twirling the glass between his fingers. As you saw him like that you not only felt the urge to move over to him and pull him into your arms, but you couldn't help but think of all of those times those skilled fingers traced over your body, sending shivers down your spine. With all of your self-control and will you turned your attention away from him, focusing on your friends again. You didn't know how long you managed to not look at him but the next time you did, your breath instantly hitched as you found him staring at you, his face expressing the same shock you had felt the moment he entered the club so many minutes ago. You held his glare for a few seconds before you turned away, cursing yourself for feeling the way you did in that moment. You actually thought that it would have been easier by now but seeing him in person again, brought back everything that had happened. You wanted to tear up, wanted to be anywhere but here, wanted him to be gone. But you knew that you somehow would have to get through it. You tried to ignore the fact that he was there, focusing fully on your friends again. Y/F/N had noticed how shook you were hence why he engaged you in a conversation about your work and you were more than just grateful for the distraction he offered. You could feel Joe's eyes on you from time to time but you absolutely refused to return his gaze. You would not toss all your will aside now, you would not undo what had happened months ago. You had moved on and you were quite sure that he had done so as well.
Most of your friends were on the dance floor by now, leaving you and Y/F/N back at the table alone. He smiled at you as he wanted to know: "What do you say Y/N? Are you in the mood for dancing? I have to go to the bathroom first but it would be my pleasure if we hit the dance floor then." You couldn't help but chuckle. It was just so sweet how he tried to keep your thoughts occupied. You nodded your head, saying: "I would love to."
"Perfect, be right back.", he smiled at you as he got up, vanishing just seconds after. You took a deep breath before you took a sip of your drink. Y/F/N hadn't left too long ago until you heard a familiar voice, that made your blood freeze, say: "I guess you have found someone new in your life, huh?" You looked up and stared directly in Joe's eyes, that expressed pain and anger quite alike. "Wow what a nice conversation starter. I'm happy to see you as well.", you said sarcastically, trying to hide the hurt and confusion of seeing him again after all those months. He glared down at you, answering: "What do you expect? You toss me out of your life, you tell me that you don't want to see me again, you absolutely ignore me when I tried to reach out to you and then I have to hear from other people that you just moved away without saying a word. I thought we were friends." You could see how hurt he was. He tried to hide it behind a mask of anger but you knew him too well to buy it. "Joe, I really don't want to discuss any of that with you now. Go back to your friends, leave me alone with mine and just act as if this here had never happened.", you sighed with him wanting to know in disbelief: "Really? Is that all you have to say?" You shrugged your shoulders, replying: "Yeah, there's not really much more to say. Everything that had to be said, was said months ago. I hope you live a great life and I'm wishing you all the best in doing so. But I really don't feel like having a conversation with you. So just go." You had to hold yourself back from just dropping your distant appearance, to fall into his arms, to cry about anything that had happened and most of all to tell him that you still loved him more than words can say although it just wasn't meant to be.
Before he could say another word or you could give in, Y/F/N had come back, not really caring about Joe as he wanted to know from you: "You're ready Y/N?“
Take a look
I won't hurt.
Take a look
I won't hurt.
Take a look
I won't hurt.
Take a look
I won't hurt.
Take a look
I won't hurt.
Take a look
I won't hurt.
Take a look
I won't hurt.
"As ready as I can be.", you smiled before you put your drink on the table and followed his invitation to the dance floor. You tried to ignore your former best friend and ex lover as best as possible but as you were passing by him, he grabbed your arm and leaned down to you, whispering into your ear: "Please don't walk away like that. Not again. I couldn't take it the first time and I can't take it another one." You shook your head as you whispered "I'm sorry" before you freed yourself from him, heading to the dance floor with Y/F/N, leaving Joe where he was. You had no idea to how many songs you and Y/F/N had danced to already but you had to admit that you enjoyed it. It somehow helped you to forget about Joe's presence and saved you the embarrassment from excusing yourself in order to head home. You made sure to not cross paths with him again although you were quite certain that he was still keeping his eyes on you. It came absolutely unexpected when Y/F/N suddenly leaned down to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You were way too surprised to back away so you just let it happen, wrapping your hands around his neck out of pure reflex. You had no idea what you were doing there, given that he was a really great guy and a great friend but you were far from feeling anything else than that. Nevertheless you returned his kiss. Part of you wanted Joe to watch it, to make him suffer for having the both of you pushed over the edge just to withdraw from your relationship what felt like the very next moment. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw that he had indeed noticed what was going on and you could feel his anger and hurt radiating from him.
The next thing you remembered was that Y/F/N’s lips were suddenly gone from your own and you were staring at Joe who had pulled Y/F/N away from you, groaning: "You should keep your hands to yourself, boy." It took you a moment to snap out of your shock before you wanted to know, your voice shaking with anger: "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He turned his attention from Y/F/N, who was way too shocked to act, to you as he took a step closer, saying: "I'm making sure that you're not making a wrong decision just like I had made sure that you hadn’t made a wrong decision back then when you considered to get married." You didn't back down, quite the contrary, you stepped forward, almost touching him, as you hissed: "The only wrong decision and mistake I had made was loving you because it broke me." With that you moved passed him, mumbling an excuse in your friend's direction. You just had to get out there, had to get away from the man, that still held your heart no matter what had happened. You wanted to be alone in the safety of your four walls and just wanted to forget about this encounter. You knew that he would be gone the next day already as his job would take him into another city. You would have given anything if you hadn't let your friends convince you to come with them and therefore would have avoided this misery, but it was not possible. The only possibility you had was to get away as fast as possible and forget about it all - once again, hoping that you would be more successful this time than the last.
This is me
And I will not be invisible,
you can't keep me in control,
Tonight I'm startin' again. (again, again)
Don't think I can make it alone
Just seconds later you left the club and headed in the direction of your apartment. You heard Joe call your name but instead of slowing down, you increased your pace. The last thing you needed now was to have to face him in the middle of the night on an almost empty street. Of course you had done that equation without him as he caught up with you within seconds, grabbing your wrist, making you stop in your tracks. You tried to break free from him but he was just spinning you around, holding you close before he kissed you with a mix of passion and despair. You tried to push him away, tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. And if you were true to yourself, you didn't really want to. You enjoyed the feeling of his lips on your own way too much as it was sending you back months ago when everything was still alright, when you loved each other and thought that you would have a future. Without intending to, you suddenly responded to his kiss, feeling as if you had returned home after a long and exhausting journey. It took you some time until your will was strong enough to free yourself from his embrace.
Both of your were breathing heavily as you stared at each other, unsure about how to act. You stiffened your shoulders but before you could say something he pleaded: "I know that you had said that you don't ever want to see me again. And I'm so sorry for all the hurt I put you through. But I'm asking you to give me a chance in order to prove to you that things have changed. I have never stopped loving you, I never could and not having you by my side is something I can't live with. Please baby girl just hear me out. Let me explain everything.“
No I will not be invisible,
Shining bright like a star,
I'm in control
No you won't hurt me again,
You won't hurt me again (again, again, again, again)
"I don't know what this should change. We have been at this point already and we crossed the point of no return. Going back there would just end in the same result and I can't do this a second time. I just can't. I'm not strong enough.", you said as you turned around, heading your initial way but Joe was not willing to give up, was not willing to lose you once again. "I don't care if I have to follow you to the end of the world until you will hear me out, baby. I'm not leaving. Not like that.", he said and as you turned around again to look at him, you could see that he was 100% serious. He wouldn't let you go like that. And although you knew that you probably would regret it, you made the decision to hear him out. Of course, it wouldn't change anything but it would help you at least to deal with the whole situation better. Or so you hoped at least. You slowly nodded your head as you mumbled, quite sure that you would probably regret it: "Okay I'm willing to listen to you explaining yourself. I'm not living far from here." And with that you turned around again, knowing damn well that he was following you. As you heard him say: "Thanks babe you won't regret it." you couldn't help but feel kind of sad, because you were sure that you would in the end.
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Major League Wrestling “SuperFight” and “Fusion” TV Taping Report February 2nd in Philadelphia, PA
MLW came to the 2300 Arena tonight for the first time since their 2017 relaunch that has led to running events across the country, a weekly TV show, and a fruitful relationship with their cable home beIN Sports that has led to live shows airing on nights like this. They ended up drawing a large crowd, and I was impressed by the clean, slick-looking ring, the entrance setup, and the different kind of pre-show playlist (Tyler the Creator, Ghostface Killah, etc.). Before matches got underway, ring announcer Timothy Barr (also of EVOLVE and WWN) and correspondent Kacey Lennox threw shirts out to the crowd. Rich Bocchini and Matt Striker handled commentary from ringside. Two matches were taped starting at 7:30 PM prior to SuperFight going live on TV.
1. Rich Swann beat Lance Anoa’i when Anoa’i missed a 450 splash and Swann rolled him up afterward. Swann very gradually played more of the heel here, and he just barely used the bottom rope for leverage for his pin. Anoa’i, who had a tribute for Roman Reigns on his shorts, impressed the crowd with his agility.
2. Alexander Hammerstone beat Ariel Dominguez with a sit-out side slam from a vertical suplex position. Hammerstone, a newcomer to MLW from Phoenix, AZ who has wrestled out west a lot, looked like a taller Tyler Durden and towered over Dominguez, who I believe is mainly used in positions like this. Hammerstone dominated him, from a massive release German suplex, to a delayed pump handle exploder suplex, to quickly killing Dominguez’s comeback with a forearm strike. Hammerstone truly has shoulders like boulders.
After this came the live TV airing of SuperFight, with perhaps the three most heavily advertised matches on the card. Teddy Hart and Davey Boy Smith Jr. (with Brian Pillman Jr.) won the MLW World Tag Team Titles from Pentagon Jr. and Rey Fenix in a predictably crazy opener. Cool to see Smith come out with a bulldog, in addition to Hart with his cat. Despite some slight miscommunication and loose rules, the crowd was very much into this. Both teams came off as beloved, though the new Hart Foundation used plenty of dirty tactics: Pillman pulling the ref out during a pin count, Smith unmasking Pentagon, and Hart giving Fenix a low blow prior to the spectacular finish. Hart Foundation dripping in gold. Kotto Brazil and Ricky Martinez received a big spotlight for their grudge match, and I thought they worked pretty hard, but I didn’t think this match didn’t have the same level of star power to draw in the crowd more, and I thought the finish (Selina De La Renta spraying something in Brazil’s good eye) was fairly silly. Low Ki, De La Renta’s other client and the man “undefeated in MLW for 15 years” defending his MLW World Heavyweight Title against Tom Lawlor went by quicker than I anticipated, but I thought these two made the most of their time. Big fight feel, Low Ki punching through a door, and Lawlor getting the victory and the title via choke out. With a lot of his other MMA-to-pro wrestling contemporaries signed with WWE, Lawlor really seems to be making a name for himself outside of the corporate behemoth. Following these three bouts (matches 3-5), they put on several more matches for later editions of MLW Fusion.
6. Mance Warner beat Jimmy Yuta with a lariat. I think Wheeler Yuta has been here, as Jimmy, since the relaunch, whereas Warner was making his much-promoted MLW debut, dressed up like Bunkhouse Buck. More of a showcase match for Warner, as he took the action to the floor and made it into a bit of a brawl. He pulled out his patented eye poke and delivered a running knee lift prior to the finish. Afterward, Kacey Lennox interviewed Warner on the stage, and he cut a promo into the camera that the crowd couldn’t hear.
7. Jacob Fatu & The Almighty Sheik beat two enhancement wrestlers after Fatu pinned one of them after a big moonsault. Fatu is another member of the Anoa’i family, new to MLW, and borrowing a lot of his look from Umaga. This Sheik would be the same Sheik who held the NWA World Heavyweight Title under auspicious means. These two were announced as representing a new unit called Contra, and they decimated their opponents, with Sheik using a spike during the match. They appeared to be a throwback to the likes of the the original Sheik, Bruiser Brody, and the like, as they just kept causing chaos after the match. The opponent who wasn’t pinned was the recipient of a fireball from Sheik, Fatu did a moonsault on the other guy again as he was being stretchered out of the ring, and then this poor guy was slammed on the floor, all while the timekeeper kept ringing the bell in his failed attempts to control the action.
- They aired the backstage confrontation between The Hart Foundation and Maxwell Jacob Friedman, that I understand aired during the live airing. Good reception from the crowd.
8. Myron Reed beat DJZ with a rollup reversal with a handful of tights. To be fair, DJZ had a hold of Reed’s tights on his initial rollup attempt, but Reed was subtly acting heel in the match. Very slick and athletic action from both of these guys.
9. Ace Romero beat Simon Gotch by disqualification. Gotch has changed up his hairstyle and did away with his old mustache, and he was also announced as representing Contra. Romero was more popular here, though I’m not sure how well the crowd received these two odd bodies. Gotcha and Romero both fought hard like it was a grudge match, leading to Romero bleeding from the nose, but it all ended with Jacob Fatu and Almighty Sheik coming back out to attack Romero. Sheik spiked Romero’s head, drawing even more blood, as Gotch took the mic and directed his two colleagues. He said the three of them are the new global merchants of violence, demanding the crowd to carve this moment in their flesh so as to remember it (no thanks, we have phones). Gotch promised that they would burn professional wrestling to the ground and remake it in their image. He proclaimed themselves Contra, and that the hostile takeover has begun.
- Barr announced that MLW would return to the 2300 Arena on June 1st. This led into a very brief intermission, during which Teddy Hart made himself available to fans.
10. Ace Austin beat Rich Swann after a backwards top rope splash. Solid action that won the crowd over, though I thought they dueling dropkicks and dueling kip ups were really silly, trying for the type of stuff Ricochet and Will Ospreay did to much greater effect. The finish was hampered by a really awkward three-count, as if the ref forgot this was the finish. Afterward, Rich Bocchini got into the ring to speak with Swann, who slapped the ref to the mat. Bocchini tried asking Swann about his change in attitude, but Swann just shoved him down and proceeded to jaw with fans at ringside.
11. Davey Boy Smith Jr. & Brian Pillman Jr. beat Tommy Dreamer & The Sandman after Smith powerbombed Dreamer onto two chairs. Smith and Sandman were the respective mystery partners for the feuding Pillman and Dreamer. Pillman cut a promo before introducing Smith, saying he wasn’t going to bring out an old ECW junkie. He channeled his father’s first promo in ECW (which I happened to rematch recently), calling the crowd smart marks and saying he was exercising his constitutional rights to pick an appropriate partner, in the city where the Constitution was written. Good delivery from him despite not having as hoarse a voice. Sandman did his full entrance (a lot of MLW entrance music is actual songs with the lyrics removed), and for some reason Teddy Hart came through the crowd with his cat, walking right past me and walking around the front row of fans while still behind the barricade. Sandman acted like he hurt his hand from chopping Pillman, and I felt he really showed his age here, even more so than in his recent ROH appearances. Dreamer was more of the workhorse for his team, including taking a delayed vertical suplex from Smith. Sandman even complimented Smith’s strength. Sandman eventually started chasing Pillman around the ring as Pillman retrieved various plunder from under the ring, ending with him pulling the Blue Meanie out from under the ring; he ultimately just punched Pillman after being used as a shield from Sandman. After the finish, there was a standing ovation for Dreamer, partially encouraged by the announce team.
12. Gringo Loco beat Puma King after a Spanish Fly off the top turnbuckle. It sounded like Barr mixed up the order of his ring announcements for these two heavyset luchadors. I thought they worked quite well together and came off well, up until the finish when Puma King kept slipping off the top and had to get back up for it.
- Barr announced that Teddy Hart would defend the MLW World Middleweight Championship against Maxwell Jacob Friedman in the main event. Hart came off as the crowd favorite as Barr gauged who they predict would win.
13. Rey Horus beat Aerostar with a victory roll bomb off the top turnbuckle. I thought this had the slickest, cleanest wrestling out of any match on the card. Very strong stuff from both guys. Aerostar wrestled with lights on his mask and gear, which was different. Both luchadors showed respect to each other afterward, may they find solace outside of the Temple.
- Barr announced that tonight set a new box office record for MLW, and he thanked the crowd on behalf of the everyone.
14. Teddy Hart beat Maxwell Jacob Friedman to retain the MLW World Middleweight Title with a springboard twisting senton. MJF cut a promo before Hart came out, claiming that if you like ECW, you’re white trash. He called Hart a jailbird, claimed he never officially lost his title, and challenged Hart to come out on his own without Smith and Pillman. Hart did so, but he still came out with his cat, who he placed on the top turnbuckle during in-ring introductions. Much like in the tag title match earlier in the night, these two loved their piledrivers. MJF countered Hart’s big moves by grounding him with headlocks. The ref went down when MJF collided with him (barely, from the looks of it) after Hart had hit him with a Canadian Destroyer. With the ref down, MLF attempted to use a chair, but Hart kicked him in the groin and used the chair himself. He then gave MJF an electric chair lung blower prior to the finish. Good main event with good character work that ended the night on a high note.
By all accounts, this was a pretty successful excursion to Philadelphia, especially given the purported business and the return date. For a company that bills itself as Major League and has such slick production, there were lots of moments in matches that felt off or awkward, including two botched finishes. They ultimately shouldn’t matter as much if they don’t repeat too often, and they likely don’t leave that big an impression on the majority of the live crowd and television audience. The title changes during the live airing say a lot about who the top stars are, and possibly what the future may hold for Pentagon Jr. and Rey Fenix. This card still made a good impression on me that will keep me focused on Fusion and the return date in June.
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We will do this.
We will keep going.
We will show up every week.
We will stick together.
We will give everything we do our all and we will stay strong and positive.
That’s what Joe Anoa’i is going to do, that’s what Roman Reigns would do, and it’s what he/they(?) want.
So that is what we’re going to do.
For him.
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I’m so tore up inside.....it’s crazy because I used to hate Roman and the Shield’s guts. My dislike for them was so bad to the point that I celebrated when they broke up! Hell I used to watch Roman Reigns botch videos on fucking YouTube. BUT SOMEHOW THE Roman Reigns was the same person that got me watching wrestling again. He was the sole reason why I bought WWE Network. After hating him I realized how much of a fucking idiot I was to not see how great of a man he was/is. Day by Day last year was when I officially became a member of the Roman Empire. As a former hater turned fan I’m saying that you can’t hate Roman/Joe for long unless you have buried deep down personal problems. Joe Anoa’i is the most hardest working man I have seen in my whole life; yeah you can hate his character but someway somehow that man will win you over with ease and without you even expecting it. I’m so sorry about this long ass essay but I’m extremely heartbroken at the moment. I just really need everyone to help me pray for this man and his family because I can’t bare to lose him. He’s way too special to me. I’m such a control freak so this is definitely eating me up because I never expected this at all and I can’t change it. All we have to do is have faith. I love everyone in the Roman Empire so much. Y’all are so courageous and strong just like our Emperor and we will stick by him all the way to his legendary return. BELIEVE THAT!
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The year is 2018. The only Hart in WWE is Natalya. The Anoa’i’s are still going strong with 3, and like 9 on the way. The last Guerrero left is Aiden English. Wild
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Fat People In Motion: Professional Wrestlers
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Wrestling is a sport that is often called anything but one. It does involve a fair amount of acting but make no mistake, the athleticism required to become a pro wrestler is 100% real. There has been a long tradition of fat pro wrestlers. In many cases, their size was used as a way to poke fun or belittle fat people but... other cases have shown just how powerful and unstoppable fat wrestlers are.
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Mark Henry is a man of many talents. He’s a record setting powerlifter, an Olympic athlete, a professional wrestler and widely considered to be the “world’s strongest man.” His size has always been his greatest asset and he has always been able to shock and awe the masses with his amazing strength. He began his wrestling career in 1996 under the WWF (World Wrestling Federation now World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) and soon became a fan favorite. Questionable storylines asides, he continued to display his brawn as the years went on. As of this year, he is still an active wrestler under the Raw brand and plans to retire soon. Besides all of this, he’s also a humanitarian who has made his time, energy and resources available to many worthy causes, including administering any aid he could to the victims of Hurricane Harvey. He’s strong in body, mind, and spirit.
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Savelina “ Nia Jax” Fanene is a woman on a mission. A mission to show and prove just how dominant she is. She comes into the ring ready to show her opponents just how strong she is. Her journey to wrestling started from her DNA. She’s apart of a very famous wrestling family, the Anoa’i family. Most of the members of the family are professional wrestlers who have been prolific in the sport. Her decision to become a wrestler was cemented once she saw her cousin “Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson competing in the ring. After that, she worked her way up the circuit and finally made it to the big leagues in 2016 under the WWE: Raw brand, where still wrestles to this day. She’s very outspoken about body love and acceptance. She embraces her size and truly lets nothing keep her from being great.
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Kia Michelle Stevens aka “Kharma” (as well as Amazing Kong and Awesome Kong.)is truly an example of what happens when people tell you “no.” Her first foray into wrestling came when she tried out to be a WWE Diva and was turned down because of her weight. So, she went on and built up her resume with different wrestling companies. From Japan to the USA, she made a name for herself. Her time in the TNA (Total Nonstop Action now known as Global Force Wrestling(GFW) was where she really showed just how good she was. By the time she left TNA, the WWE was practically on her doorstep with a “Work For Us Please” sign. Her career there had some upsets, many wins, and triumphs. She was released from the WWE in 2013 and most recently, she appeared as a wrestler in the Netflix series, “GlOW.” She’s an unstoppable woman who will always shine.
Fat wrestlers are a thing and will always be a thing.
#mod kisa#lovely people#gifs#fat people in motion#fat wrestlers#mark henry#nia jax#kharma#wrestlers#fat olympic athletes
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I’m so proud of him 🤍.
#wwe#roman reigns#anoai family#anoa’i strong#the tribal chief#joe anoa'i#the head of the table#anoa’i family
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Instant Gratification
I get to work early Sunday morning (9:30 am is early, especially for a Sunday) and I decide to be a very financially focused on this day. I am going to make my company money and be a force of customer service. Too bad reality doesn’t consult with you before you start your day. A lady, let’s call her Mrs. Anoa’I because she bears a slight resemblance to the wild Samoans, trudges over to my counter.
I greet her, mustering up a smile even though it should be sacrilegious to be up at such an hour, and inquire about her needs. She needs a few bindings done, much like Mrs. T., along with a few hundred copies. I ask her what time she would be able to pick her order, and she bristles. Of course, she was expecting it to be done on the spot. I regretfully inform her of our store policy and promised to get her order done as soon as I possibly could in a calm and reassuring manner. That didn’t bode quite well.
Now usually in the retail business,we have a scale on how intense a customer interaction can be. Just like we have a scale on how gracious a customer can be, like that time this lady invited me to stay warm in her car because I was waiting for my manager to open the store. That’s a story for another time. Here’s the scale:
1. You’re not doing your job correctly.
2. Can I speak to a manager
3. You’re stupid (insert incompetent or dense or useless, or any type of personal insults or profanity)
4. Threats
5. Execution of threats
I will now chronicle Mrs. Anoa’a(‘s) advancement up the scale.
Step 1: “Your job is to serve me, and it seems like you’re too lazy to do that.” (This one may be 1 and 3 in the same statement) I then showed her our approved policy and pointed out the fact that I was the only associate in that department. However, if she comes back to pick up her job, I can guarantee that it will be done perfectly.
Step 2: “I can see that you are not gonna help me, where’s your manager?” I walkie a manager over and he repeats the same thing I said. Funny how that works.
Step 3: “You’re all stupid.” This statement contains very colorful vocabulary, which is accented with the slamming of her fists on the counter. Now this statement also includes my manager, who is actually very strong in both the left and right side of his brain, not to mention he’s a gentleman. I try once again to calm her down, but this annoys her even more, so we proceed to next step
Step 4: “You need to shut up before you get smacked.” It is my personal philosophy to walk away when a customer reaches step 4 because there is nothing I can say or do to assuage the situation. I also walk away because I don’t want to be tempted to act unprofessionally.
Step 5: Mrs. Anoa’i picks up the metal paper holder and throws it at me. It hits the computer monitor. At the sound, my other manager comes running (well walking really fast) from the aisles. He’s younger, and a bit more confrontational than the other manager.
Between these steps, other things happen and other things are said, but just to structure this situation, those are omitted. Mrs. Anoa’i and the second manager exchange words and she is escorted out of the building.
Afterwards, when the adrenaline wore down, I did some reflection. I realized that we live in a society where everything is instant. People have a ‘right now’ mentality and if it isn’t satisfied, they get really upset. It reminds me of what Ghandi said in Hind Swaraj, good travels slowly, and evil travels fast. He was referring to the railroads and other things of his time, but I think it is still relevant today. How can someone lose their temper because of copies? I am flabbergasted. We are the generation without patience. In our eyes, the faster something is, the better. To meet this societal demand, businesses have implemented expedited services. It seems like the company that I work for will also have to amend their policy to meet this societal norm. However, I don’t see how that will work because quality takes time. But I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
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W I T C H - [W H I T E]
31 ● JOE ANOA’I ● he/him
░ THE MIRACLE WORKER░ ISAIA ‘SAI’ LUKO
❝ intellect and instinct make them one of the most value EMTs that the city has. everything they had was poured into their training, often forgoing friendships and romance in the pursuit of their goal. they might have reached the position they craved but their desire to constantly better themselves means that their search for knowledge isn’t over, always trying to be the best they can be to save lives.❞
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▻ THEN
Isaia spent most of his life defying stereotypes.
He was always the tallest member of his family and his class, and the early development of his physique before he even hit puberty certainly earned him a very particular reputation – one he never actually earned or liked. Though definitely an athlete and an extremely gifted one, Sai was always contrary to the image he projected: a bit reserved and sensitive and quietly brilliant where everyone was so sure he’d be brash, arrogant, and as dumb as the stereotypical jock. He knew he was smart though. He knew he was kind and caring. That he was humble. So the talk never truly bothered him. With a small shrug and a smile, he’d brush off all the rumors and go about his day, confident in himself and baffling those around him. Sai never had any problem staying true to who he knew himself to be, and he refused to let anyone or anything make him feel as if he should.
It was that knowledge of self that kept his mother from worrying too much about him when he left O’ahu to study in the Joint Medical Program at UC Berkeley. She knew he’d be alright away from home and that he would thrive among other people his age with the same passion he had for taking care of others. And thrive he did. He dove into his studies, keeping his schedule full and his growing circle of friends amazed as he flawlessly navigated the life of a pre-med student while also successfully trying out for the football and soccer teams.
It was during the second semester of his first year at Berkeley that he met Laney.
Where his friends had been meeting girls and falling in love and neglecting their studies, Laney made Sai want to try harder, score higher, do better. Sai was amazed by her: the only girl in the entire engineering program, Laney was quiet and shy like he was but confident in her abilities. Her hard work and self-assurance inspired his own, and he did his best to be as supportive and inspiring to her as she’d come to be to him. He was ecstatic to see her graduate at the top of her class – and even more ecstatic when she agreed to marry him the night of her graduation party. They married back in Hawai’i before his final year at school, and it wasn’t long after that they discovered she was pregnant.
Sai, Laney, and their baby girl Malie lived happily in California for the next several years. By the time Malie was seven, Laney had made quite a name for herself in her field, and Sai was finally ready to start practicing medicine. The small family traveled back to O’ahu to visit with Sai’s parents before things really began to pick up for them. Life was only just beginning for them.
The accident put a stop to everything.
▻ NOW
New York is the complete opposite of California. Of O’ahu. Different coast, different climate…
No reminders anywhere of the family he’s lost.
Except everything is a reminder of them.
The police, the first responders, his family and hers… all of them told Sai that he couldn’t have done more. That it wasn’t his fault. That frat boys drive boats drunk just like they drive cars drunk and that he can’t blame himself. On his good days, few and far between as they are, he believes that. But most days…
He’d sworn to take care of them. To protect his girls. And now they’re gone.
It took just over a year for Sai to recover physically, but his emotional wounds are still raw and bleeding. He can’t practice medicine, too broken to be confident enough to do the job but still wanting to help people. So he settles for EMT work, and he’s good at it. Very good. The best. He throws himself into his work just as he’d thrown himself into school and loving Laney and raising Malie, and being introduced to magic has made him practically divine to the people he meets every day.
The patient who’d introduced him to the craft had told him he had the hands for it – strong but gentle hands that could destroy and nurture at the same time. He likes it, likes how he feels when he’s able to ease his patients’’ pain without using needles and narcotics. The irony of the fact that he’s not lost a single person in his care since starting his job in New York isn’t lost on him.
He’d been on his way to the gym after a triple shift when the apocalypse began. He had no idea what was going on, but he almost couldn’t find it in himself to care. For a split second, he considered just giving up, letting the monstrous creatures pouring out of the fissure in the Earth tear him apart or drag him down to Hell. The part of him that was still a doctor, the part that swore to protect people and to keep them safe wouldn’t let him. He did what he could, not much considering what he was working with, but enough to feel good about deciding to stick around. He considers heading for the nearest hospital to offer his assistance, but goes instead to the police station where he hears there’s a group of survivors holing up. Maybe he can do some good there too.
▻ CONNECTIONS
the CASANOVA: their younger sibling and a source of scorn for them. The two never see eye to eye and they tend to avoid him when they can.
the ACADEMIC : they’re not quite friends but the two have spent a lot of hours studying together and they’re at ease in their company.
the NURSE : they’ve spent hours together trying to save lives and they’re one of the few people that they would like to call friend.
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Scratch Bite Choke Scream SongFic - Roman Reigns x Reader
Note: I just want to say in advance that I didn’t respectively don’t believe anything about that so called steroid scandal. But it just made a good preamble for angry sex. ;-)
Summary: Joe had been suspended for 60 days since evidence was presented that he knew that drug dealer, that claimed that he was one of his clients. As a ring announcer for WWE you traveled with your boyfriend from town to town and hearing about his suspension makes you angrier than it should - primarily because it showed you, that he didn’t trust you the way he should. As you kept arguing back and forth on your way home after tonight’s event, anger took over as soon as you were at home. The both of you soon find yourselves in getting rid off all tension in a special kind of anger management.
Warnings: angry smut
Pairing: Joe Anoa’i x Reader
Tha Empire - Scratch Bite Choke Scream
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcxQx416enA
I just wanna love you
I just wanna fuck you
I just wanna love you (!!!)
I want you to scratch, bite, choke, scream
Let me make you fuckin’ cream
I love you, you love me
I want you to fuck me
You were fuming as you were sitting in the passenger’s seat right now. You couldn’t even say why you felt so betrayed but you definitely did. You actually thought that after years of being in a relationship with him, he would at least be honest to you. Of course it was not your problem and you didn’t have to live with the consequences in the first place but that didn’t mean that you weren’t beyond mad of how everything had went.
You were already at the hall, where today’s wrestling match would take place, getting dressed as you were working as ring announcer for the WWE when your boyfriend came in, obviously fuming. You knew that he was asked to have a little conversation with the WWE managers but you didn’t think too much of it since changes at short notice with regard to scripts or matches were nothing too uncommon as one of the wrestlers could always get sick or hurt, not being able to get into the ring that night, forcing everyone to somehow adjust to the new circumstances. So you just shrugged it off when they asked him to come with them for a few minutes. As you were studying today’s match plan you sighed, knowing that it would be a long evening with several matches to come. You always loved the energy at wrestling shows but you had to admit that you were more than glad that you were just announcing the matches and weren’t wrestling yourself. However, working for WWE was the best thing that had ever happened to you - not only because you got the chance to work in a field that always interested you but also because it gave you the chance to meet the guy, you would fall in love just a few months later with.
As you read Roman’s name on the match list you smiled to yourself. You were attracted to the man behind the character from the first moment you had seen him and when Joe asked you out you agreed right away. Years had passed since your first date and your were going strong ever since. By now you were sharing a home and you knew that you could trust him, just like he could trust you. At least you thought that he did. That, however, changed as he entered the room, his face showing an angry expression. You looked up at him in question, wanting to know: „What’s wrong babe? Did they tell you that you have to lose tonight’s match?“ He just shot you a deathly glare, before he took his gear, that he had placed on a chair as he wanted to change clothes before he got called, and tossed it back into his bag. You crooked an eyebrow, turning your full attention to him as you asked: „What are you doing? I know that you’re set for the last match of the evening but shouldn’t you get dressed now nevertheless?“ He mumbled something that you couldn’t understand and as you asked him to repeat what he had just said, Joe glared at you and groaned: „I said that I don’t have to change into my gear. I’m off the card. Not only for tonight’s match but for the next 60 days.“ You looked at him in disbelief, not trusting your ears. „What? Why are you pulled from the shows for the next 60 days?“, you inquired just as it hit you. „The rumors about the steroid scandal? You had promised that they were untrue.“
Joe gritted through his teeth: „They are untrue.“ You had enough of his one syllable answers as you let go of your match plan, moving over to him, crossing your arms in front of your chest and looking up into your boyfriend’s face, who was towering you. „If they were untrue they wouldn’t pull you from any of the shows. Not given your status around here. So how about you stop playing dumb with me and tell me the truth? I actually thought you would trust me enough to know that you can be honest with me.“ Joe was beyond angry as he groaned: „My god Y/N, stop being a fucking pain in the ass. That’s the least thing I can use now. Whatever evidence that dealer has, it leads back to the adderall case I had been fined for over a year ago.“
„They wouldn’t send you off for violating the wellness policy if they hadn’t real concern to do so.“, you snapped with Joe shooting back: „They aren’t particularly removing me for violating the wellness policy but more so for having claimed that I don’t know the dude although I did. They basically see it as a punishment for lying or however they call it.“ You didn’t trust your ears as you exclaimed: „Well you indeed promised that you didn’t know the guy.“ He shrugged his shoulders as he answered: „Well let’s just say that I haven’t been absolutely honest there.“ You could feel anger boiling inside of you and just as you wanted to snap back the door opened and one of the production assistants told you that they would need you to announce the first match. You shot a deathly glare at your boyfriend, hissing: „Since we drove here together, you either sit here for hours until I’m done with my job or you drive home and pick me up later because I sure as hell won’t take a taxi just because you thought that you had to fuck up.“ With that you smashed the door behind you, leaving Joe back, who was dropping down on a chair, cursing himself.
Approximately three hours later you were done with announcing the last match of the evening, the one that had to be changed due to Roman Reigns being crossed off the card, so you headed back for your locker room. Your anger hadn’t decreased in the meantime and you even felt it rising once again as you entered the room and saw your man sitting there. You didn’t even bother to look at him as you tossed your high heels into your bag, changing into more comfortable clothes and grabbing your bag. As you headed for the door, you heard his deep voice behind you, asking: „You’re going to ignore me for the rest of the night baby girl?“ You didn’t even bother looking at him as you made your way out of the locker room, groaning: „I’m going to ignore you for the rest of your life if you don’t shut it.“ You really weren’t in the mood for stupid games right now. Once you reached the car, you waited that he would unlock it so you could jump on the passenger’s seat. You had been driving for almost 20 minutes, another 20 minutes lying in front of you as tonight’s event took place in your hometown and neither of you was willing to break the tensed silence, that laid heavy over you. „You know that sooner or later you have to talk to me again, don’t you?“, Joe asked as you replied icy: „In that case I go with later.“ With that you went back to ignoring him. As you were sure that he was focused on the street you shot him a short look, seeing how his jawline tensed again and again, telling you that he was boiling on the inside but so were you.
Another 20 minutes later you reached your home and while Joe was still busy with locking the car you already headed for the front door, pushing past him before you got into your home while he was following shortly after. You could hear the door being slammed shut as you turned around, shooting him a deathly glare and hissing: „The door is not responsible for you being an asshole. So how about you shut it with more feeling instead of damaging it.“ He tossed his bag into the next best corner as he wanted to know, his whole body tensed with fury: „What is your fucking problem? It’s not like you have been suspended for 60 days without payment. It’s not like any of this concerns you. So why don’t you just act like none of that is any of your fucking business, because - quite frankly - it isn’t. Us being together doesn’t give you the right of making a fuss about things that don’t fucking concern you.“ You didn’t believe your ears as you shot back: „Things, that don’t fucking concern me? Do you actually have any clue why I’m so mad at you?“ Before he could answer, you added: „I don’t give a fuck about you being suspended for 60 days. That is your own fault and you have to deal with it. It’s not my problem at all how your standing in that company is now, what you are going to do during those two months while you are forbidden to do what you love. So yes, that is none of my concern and that is nothing I’m angry about. But what pisses me off big time is that you lied. I don’t care whether you lie to Vince, I don’t care whether you lie to any other person in the management team or whether you lie to any other of the wrestlers, but I do fucking care that you lied to me. We had talked about this, I have asked you whether you knew him and you told me straight to my face that you didn’t. This is what makes me mad and this is my fucking business whether you want to accept it or not.“
Either he didn’t understand you or he didn’t want to but all he said, was: „So I lied to you. Big deal… I’m sorry for that but I don’t understand the huge drama you’re making out of it.“ His voice had a mixed tone of annoyance, anger and danger by now. Your own voice was increasing as you shot back: „I can’t believe that you just said that. But let me explain it for your limited means. You fucking lying to me tells me that you don’t fucking trust me. And I thought that I had proven more than once that I would always have your back no matter what. And yet in a situation like that, where this whole scandal could break your neck and cause serious damage to your career, maybe even ending it, you think that it is absolutely okay to lie to me, to tell me that nothing of that was true albeit it was. Telling me the truth wouldn’t have hurt you, it wouldn’t have resulted in me not having your back but it would have meant that you trust me enough to be honest with me, to open up to me, to show me that you are willing to rely on me. Right now I just feel betrayed whether you want to understand it or not.“ Joe just shook his head. On the one hand he understood where you were coming from but on the other he just watched his life take a turn for the worst as he was not allowed to step into a wrestling ring anymore for the next 2 months and the last thing he needed right now was taking care of your feelings. He knew that it was mean but he was way too pissed at himself to somehow think and act correctly. Instead he just groaned: „Stop acting like a fucking bitch, there is no reason for that. You’re making a huge fuss out of nothing. I know that I haven’t told you the truth but it’s not like it hurt you.“ You had enough as you yelled: „Wow look at you, you are a fucking huge lying piece of crap. How about you go and fuck yourself?!“
With that you turned round and headed up the staircase, anger radiating from every inch of your body. You knew that he didn’t mean it the way he was saying it and you knew that he was more furious with himself than with anybody else but he could have just saved the whole situation by telling you that he was sorry, that he wasn’t honest with you and quite frankly by meaning it that way. And you also knew that you were not fair to him but you were torn between feeling sorry for him with regard to the consequences he was facing and by feeling betrayed by his actions. You could hear him stomping up the stairs behind you as you heard his deep voice, that was dripping with anger, giving him a dangerous tone: „Don’t you fucking dare to talk to me like that and don’t you fucking dare either to just walk away.“ Instead of responding you just flipped him the bird and continued your way. You were fuming and although you were always up for a good fight, right now it just annoyed you.
As you reached the door to your bedroom, you opened it and stepped inside, turning around, staring right into Joe’s angry face as you hissed: „You can sleep on the fucking couch tonight.“ He crooked an eyebrow and just as you wanted to shut the door right in front of him, he kept it open by pushing against it, groaning: „I don’t think so sweetheart. You want to make a huge fuss about nothing, then at least have the courage to discuss it.“
Start with a little bit of teasing
Then we move to the pleasing
Lay you down on the bed,
start the sexual healing
Touch, rub, bite, lick
I’ll suck your clit if you suck my woo
Touch my body, molest my body
Bite me, choke me
There’s no stopping
„The last thing I feel like doing now is discussing shit with you. Fuck off asshole.“, you spat out but he was not willing to do you that favor. Instead he took a step closer, towering you completely, before he leaned down to you, murmuring, his voice sharper than you had ever heard it before: „If I were you, I would stop talking to me like that. I’m absolutely in no mood to bear with your attitude right now, baby girl.“ You shot him a deathly glare, not really able to say whom of you felt more anger in that moment. As you wanted to turn around, he grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place. He didn’t even care whether his grip was too fierce and you hated to admit it but the sudden pain that rushed through your arm kind of turned you on a way it shouldn’t. By the look he was giving you, you could tell that he knew exactly what he was doing. That, however, didn’t mean that you would just stand there and let him take over action. You pulled your arm, tried to escape his grip but that only led to him tightening it. “Let go off me” ,you gritted through your teeth with Joe giving you a sly smirk as he wanted to know: “Or you are going to do what exactly sweetheart?” You gave him a cold stare as you mumbled: “I’m really not in the mood for your dumb games.” He stepped closer, his chest just inches away from your face as you heard him say: „ You better are baby girl. If there is one thing I can’t stand, it’s you treating me the way you do right now. And I’m not willing to let it drop that easily, no matter how much right you think you have to be mad at me. And let me tell you that I’m not really in the state of mind where I’m just shrugging it off. You want to be pissed, fine. But after all that had happened tonight, I’m not willing to go to sleep as if nothing had happened. So we better start discussing the whole thing now and I don’t care whether we do so by words or actions.“
„You know what Joe? Fuck you…“
„No baby girl if anything it should be fuck me.“ With that he leaned down to you, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you with all the anger he was feeling right now. You tried to push him away with all the force you could bring up but it had barely any effect on him, his 265 pound body didn‘t move one inch, only increasing your own anger as you tried to fight him off. The only result you got, however, was him putting an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, leaving you no room to escape as his lips continued their assault on yours. You didn’t want to, you really didn’t, but you couldn’t avoid the betrayal of your body as your lips parted to let out that moan, that so desperately wanted to escape while Joe took advantage of it, slipping his tongue into your mouth, dominating you right away. You knew what was about to come and you would have lied if you didn’t anticipate it. Sex with him was always great, especially when it went a little tougher than it should. No matter how gentle he could be, you had learned pretty soon in your relationship that both of you were willing to push your boundaries and that the best outlet you had, for getting rid off your frustrations, was an equal amount of angry and make up sex. Both of you knew how far you could go to make it pleasurable for the both of you and no matter how much you sometimes hated it, that you would deal with heated arguments with actions rather than with words, most of the time you knew that you would go back to your normal selves right afterwards, after all of that anger and aggression had been literally fucked away.
As your broke apart you could see that his lips were reddened and you were pretty sure that your own looked the same. Joe was staring down at you, his eyes beyond wild and dangerous but you were not willing to back off, not willing to look away first. You had your pride, you were still mad and a mind-blowing kiss wouldn’t change that, especially not if you felt like slapping him over and over again. “I said it before and I will say it again. Go and fuck yourself”, you groaned, knowing exactly that you would only get him worked up even more as his hand snapped forward, grabbing your throat, before you could feel his lips on your neck, forcefully sucking on the sensitive skin there before he bit you there, making you moan in pain and pleasure quite alike. You were sure that he left a huge hickey there, that the make up assistant would have to cover up before your next announcing job. You were hitting against his broad chest, knowing exactly that he didn’t even care one bit.
As he let go of your neck, he groaned in your ear, his hot breath caressing it, sending shivers down your spine: “I have already told you that it is fuck me and not fuck you, baby girl.” With that he grabbed your shirt, easily ripping it in half, exposing your bare chest. You knew that it was senseless playing hard to get, your whole body was already anticipating feeling his hands roaming you and yet you were not willing to give in that easily hence why you reached out to his pants, grabbing him firmly through his fabric, making him draw in a sharp breath as you tightened your grip, hissing: “I am not your punching bag and I’m not your fucktoy. You don’t make the rules around here. If you want to fuck me, you will ask nicely, got it?” You knew that in the end it would be an equal dominance you had over each other but seeing his face displaying desire, anger and pain quite alike, turned you on more than you wanted to admit. Before you could say another word, he was leaning down to you, biting in one of your nipples while squeezing your other breast hard, making you scream more due to surprise than due to actual pain. You automatically let go of him, grabbing his shoulders instantly to steady yourself as this devilish tongue of his flicked over your nipples and your breasts quite alike, followed by his teeth that left bites here and there.
Now rub my cock on the tip of your clit
If you show me all you can do with those lips
Show me those tits and I promise I won’t bite
Unless you prefer it, baby alright.
Spread those legs and just relax
I promise the pleasure and that’s a fact
After we’re done, we’ll cuddle and then,
We will start to fuck again
Suddenly he was towering you again and with one swift move he was tossing you onto the bed, causing you to stare up at him as he got out of his shirt, tossing it to the floor, with the rest of his clothes following shortly after. You only had seconds to take in the sight in front of you, his broad chest, the huge tattoo, his defined muscles, his dick that was already rock hard for you. Out of reflex you licked your lips, knowing exactly how good he tasted and that you could turn him into a begging mess whenever your lips worked wonders on his dick, but before you could act on any of that, he was crawling over you, getting you out of your shorts in what felt like seconds, tossing them to the pile on the floor. Joe was pinning you down into the mattress, his whole weight resting over you as his deep voice groaned in your ear: “I want you to choke, bite, scratch, scream baby girl. You have pissed me off big time and you will make that right by being a good girl now.” Anger was written all over your face as you hissed: “Don’t ridicule yourself. You have no right to be mad whatsoever. It is you that has fucked up big time. And now get away from me because you still piss me off.” You knew the effect your words had on him and you liked to play it to their full extent. The truth was, you couldn’t wait until he would fuck you rough so you could get rid off your anger and you knew that he was feeling the same way.
He shot you one last deathly glare before he left the bed, sinking on his knees in front of it, pulling you closer, placing your legs on each side of his shoulders. You were struggling to get away from him but he was too strong. And you pretty much gave up your efforts as soon as you felt his tongue drawing circles around your clit, before he started licking your wet folds, making you moan not only in pleasure but in frustration quite alike as he wouldn’t spend enough time in one spot to give you a chance of adjusting to his licking and sucking, making it impossible for any sensation to build. Just as he had found the perfect spot, he would flick his tongue elsewhere, making you angrier than you had been before. You could hear his deep voice as he was asking: “Is there any problem sweetheart?” before he would take one long lick through your folds up to your bud in order to suck there for what felt like mili seconds before he pulled away again. “Fuck you”, you groaned, moving under his tight grip, trying to somehow get his tongue to the point where you needed it most. Joe must have realized what you had in mind because suddenly he was pulling back completely and the next moment he was pushing two of his long fingers inside you, moving them in a rapid rhythm as you screamed out in frustration. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and you could tell that he enjoyed every second of it, making you pay for your behavior towards him. You knew that two were able to play that game and you looked forward to the moment when it would be your turn.You tried to move under his assault but while his fingers did the talking his muscled arm held you down, making it almost impossible for you to move. „You know that I can go on like that for hours baby, don’t you? Of course it’s not easy for me not fucking you the way you deserve it right now but seeing the agony you are in increases the pleasure I’m feeling while seeing you like that.“ ,he groaned and as you looked down to him, you saw the devilish smile on his face as he was eyeing you. „Fuck you Joe, seriously, fuck you“ , you breathed hard throughout moans as he increased his pace, pushing his fingers even deeper into you than just seconds before as he groaned: „It still is fuck me. And you better start begging for me to do so, otherwise I’m keeping up that sweet torture for the rest of the night.“
I want you to scratch, bite, choke, scream
Let me make you fucking cream
I love you, you love me
I want you to fuck me
You wanted to curse him out but your heavy breathing prevented you from doing so as you felt your climax drawing nearer. Joe has noticed the change in you, the little satisfied expression on your face telling him that you were about to come but he was not willing to give you that satisfaction. He knew that your walls would clench around his fingers if he kept going the way he did currently, but he was not content with letting you off the hook that easily. He pushed them one last time in you, going even deeper than before but pulled them out completely as he knew that you were almost welcoming your release. You looked at him with fury in your eyes as you cursed at him loudly but he just shook his head as he got up, placing one knee next to you while he positioned his other one between your legs, adding some force to it and pushing you up further on the bed while your juices ran over his knee. He grabbed your neck, making you look at him as he lifted your head, placing his fingers on your lips, muttering: „You better lick them clean sweetheart.“ You were giving him a deadly look but did nevertheless what you were told as you took in your own taste. You used that moment of him being completely focused on you, as you reached out for his dick, gripping it tightly as you applied extra pressure on the tip of his head. You could see that his breath hitched and with a sadistic smile on your lips, you whispered: „ Don’t you dare to think that you have me, where you want me. I know exactly how to push your buttons, I know exactly how to suck you off until you are begging to be allowed to be in me, and I know exactly how to turn you into a complete mess. And at the end of the day it will be you that will beg me to fuck you.“ He bit his lip, listening closely to everything you were saying and he knew that you were damn right. But right now his anger gave him new energy and no matter how good it felt as your hand was moving up and down his cock, finding just the right rhythm to push him close to the edge, he was determined to keep the dominance in your little game of who would give in earlier.
He grabbed your wrist and by applying some extra pressure to it, he forced you to let go of his dick although he wouldn’t have minded to feel your tongue doing some extra work there. He looked at you, anger combined with lust all written over his face as he made you crawl completely on the bed under him while he was hovering over you. “Say it”, he demanded as he roamed your breasts, squeezing your nipples hard once he reached them before his hand traveled further to your throat. You locked eyes with him as you spat out: “Fuck you.” Joe spread your legs the same moment as he was tightening his grip around your throat, leaning down to you, muttering: “I’m pretty sure that we had already discussed that it’s the wrong phrase. Come on Y/N, I know that you can do better. Say it.”
“Bite me”, you exhaled, drawing a sly smirk from his lips as he leaned down further, attacking the sensitive skin on your neck, that was already bruised from his first assault, making you moan once again. As he licked over the skin under your ear, he mumbled: “I think that we’re slowly getting there.” While his grip was tight around your neck, slightly choking you, you had your troubles not just giving in. You really tried as you pushed his head away from your neck only to be rewarded with another sadistic smirk before his lips landed on yours once again, kissing you roughly. You dug your nails into his shoulders, enjoying the muffled sound he was making as your nails left visible marks in his skin. As you broke apart both of you were staring at each other’s eyes, your anger slowly decreasing just to be replaced by passion. “Once again sweetheart, say it.”
“You really need to hear that before taking full action, don’t you?”
“Of course, I just want to make sure that you’re content with it. No matter how angry we are, I sure as hell wouldn’t hurt you or do anything that you wouldn’t want me to do.” No matter how pissed you were just a few moments ago, it was situations like this, where you realized, how much you loved that man hovering over you. You were attacking his lips in another rough kiss, before you exclaimed: “Fuck me. And you better do it rough."
Joe didn’t need to be told twice as he increased the chokehold around your neck, pushing himself inside of you in one swift move, making you moan out in pleasure due to the sudden sensation. Contrary to all of those times he would be gentle to you, he didn’t give you time to adjust to his dick filling you up as he already started moving, pulling out of you almost completely before pushing back into you with one hard and deep thrust. His free hand grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing it roughly while he was fucking you as rough as you wanted him to. You tried to meet his thrusts as best as possible, increasing the sensation for the both of you while your sweaty bodies were grinding against each other, your pussy welcoming and taking in every inch he had to over. You could have reached out for him, could have tried to cause him some pain in doing so, but if you were honest you enjoyed being fucked hard way too much than to take action on your own. "Are we at a point now, where you are willing to accept, that you won’t treat me again the way you had done before?”, Joe wanted to know, his breathing heavy as he pounded in and out of you at an ever increasing pace. You had your troubles answering as you were screaming out in pain and pleasure quite alike. You had to admit that the both of you had reached a complete new level of angry sex - one you had never been on before. “Not even close.”, you spat out as soon as you trusted your voice.
There’s this time, when uh, we was having sex, right?
And you told me not to cum
But then we started fucking, vibrating your hips
and fucking, movin’ all around and shit
Like, how the fuck do you not cum?
If you… how the fuck do you not cum if you make that shit happen?
I’m just trying to say, there was other times when you was givin’ me head and you told me not to cum,
how the fuck do you not cum if you gettin’ head?
what the fuck? That’s like telling a fucking baby not to fucking suck on a bottle if it has milk inside
I don’t give a fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum!!
He let out a growl, that somehow reminded you of a wild animal, as he tightened his grip even more and you couldn’t say whether him choking you, him grabbing your breast harshly or him fucking you as roughly as he currently did, gave you the most pleasure. He went on like that for quite some time, slowing down in his pace every now and then before picking it up once again, always making sure that he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of being able to come. He slammed into you hard, drawing moans and screams from you quite alike and slowly but steadily you felt your orgasm building up. Joe, however, knew you too well, knew that you were close to stumbling over the edge and he was not willing to let you by any means. He slammed into you once again before he pulled out of you completely, making you scream in frustration as he pulled back his hand from your throat in order to place it on your other breast, squeezing both of them roughly before he leaned down, sucking and biting on your nipples harder than ever before. You screamed out in pleasure, deciding that he had control over you for longer than necessary and as two could play that game of special anger management you were of the opinion that it was only fair if it was your turn now.
He obviously didn’t expect you to take action but you suddenly grabbed his face, kissing him hard until his lips were slightly red and swollen, equalling your own. With all of the force you could bring up, you tossed him to the side but all you were rewarded with was an crooked eyebrow. “Get on your fucking back”, you groaned with him smirking at you, saying: “I thought that I had already told you that sucking on my dick was off the table for tonight” You shot him a deathly glare as you hissed: “Just do what you had been told for fuck’s sake.” He just shrugged his shoulders and followed your order, way too curious what you were about to do. Just as he laid down, you climbed onto his lap, locking eyes with him before you sank down on him, taking him all in. You didn’t care about his “Oh fuck” as you started to buck your hips, moving and grinding, riding him as hard as you wanted to. It felt good taking control, paying him back for everything he had done, releasing your anger bit by bit on him. It was your turn now to fuck him, to have him trembling under you, to drive him right to the edge only to leave him hanging there. He moaned out loud as you took what you wanted, as you claimed him, as your hips rocked back and forth and you would lift up just enough so only the tip of his dick would still be in you before you would sink down all the way again and again. He was digging his fingers into your hips and you were sure that by tomorrow you would see visible marks there as well. You loved the sounds he was making, those low growls as you were fucking him, your fingernails scratching over his chest until your marks were visible, not only on his chest but his arms and his stomach quite alike.
“Tell me that you’re sorry for not being honest with me”, you groaned as you were moving away from him just to sink down on him again and again. Joe increased the grip around your hips as he muttered: “You have a long way to go to make me apologize, baby girl.” You didn’t have to hear that twice as you were picking up your pace, riding him even harder, making him moan out in pleasure. Just as you felt the slight twitching of his dick as your walls clenched around him, you moved up one last time, making him groan in frustration as you left his dick before he could reach his orgasm.“Are we going on like that for the rest of the night?”, you groaned and although he was beyond pissed that you would leave him hanging like that, you heard the slightly amused tone in his voice as he replied: “If we have to.” With that he was moving over, eyeing you for a certain amount of time before he grabbed your waist and turned you around so you were lying on the bed on your belly and he was on top of you, your legs spread to either side of your body, giving him easy access as he pushed himself into you from behind, holding you down with his whole weight, pounding into you while reaching that sweet spot again and again as you gave him the deepest angle lying on the bed like you did. You were burying your face in the pillow, not willing to show him how much you were enjoying it, trying your best to stop your body from wanting to meet his thrusts.
Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of you. Just as you wanted to ask what his fucking problem was, you heard his deep voice groan: “Get on your damn knees, baby girl.” You peeked over your shoulder and saw that “No” was nothing he would accept as an answer. You gulped hard as you were welcoming the thought of him taking you roughly from behind, so before he could repeat it, you were on your knees and arms already. “Good girl”, he smirked at you as you groaned: “You better make sure that I’m not able to walk tomorrow anymore.“
I want you to scratch, bite, choke, scream
Let me make you fuckin’ cream
I love you, you love me
I want you to fuck me
"You can bet on that”, he muttered as he slid into you from behind, fucking you even harder as he had done before. You moaned out in pleasure as you fisted your hands in the sheets, holding on to them for dear life as he almost pushed out of you completely just to slam back into you before he could do so. With one hand he grabbed your waist, holding you in place while he was fucking you roughly from behind, while his other grabbed your hair, pulling on them, exposing your throat as you were moaning in pleasure. He was finding a steady pace, one that would push you closer to the edge bit by bit and just from the sloppy rhythm, he showed here and there, you could tell that he was having a hard time holding back as well. Since one of you had to be the mature one, you said while breathing heavily: “How about I apologize for having overreacted while you apologize for not having been honest in the first place? As much as I love you fucking me rough in all different kinds of positions I’m not quite sure how much longer I can get without finally coming. I’m even willing to beg now.”
You felt how Joe was sitting down on his knees, pulling you with him, not willing to pull out of you as he made you sit on his lap so you could ride him reversed style as he cupped your breasts from behind, placing a soft kiss on your neck before he groaned: “I have no objection to that baby girl. To be honest I couldn’t go much longer like that myself.” You continued to ride him for a couple of moments until you could feel the heat building up, making your movement rather sloppy. You were breathing harder and you felt how your walls clenched around his dick before you screamed out in pleasure, yelling his name, your orgasm washing over you as he shot his hot load into you just moments after, holding you tight to his body while he was kissing your back gently, both of you almost out of breath. You stayed like that for several more minutes until he let go of you.
I want you to scratch, bite, choke, scream
Let me make you fucking cream
I love you, you love me
I want you to fuck me
I just wanna love you
I just wanna fuck you
I just wanna love you (!!)
You crawled from his lap and laid down on the bed, still breathing heavy as you felt a strong arm pulling you closer, before a blanket covered your body. You snuggled closer to your boyfriend while he pulled you close to his body, softly trailing his hands over your side. As you looked up at his face you saw that all of the anger had vanished and you were quite sure that yours had done so as well. It took a few minutes until he said: “I’m really sorry for not having told you in the first place. I know that I should have. I do trust you with all my heart, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to disappoint you and to be honest, I was embarrassed that this damn mistake, I had made one year ago, would come around once again. I didn’t want you to think that I’m a failure.” You looked up into his face, knowing that he was telling the truth. You gently cupped his cheek as your thumb caressed his jawline, whispering: “I could never think of you as a failure. And I would have had your back for the whole time. All of that situation doesn’t change who you are and I know that you wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I know that I have overreacted and I’m sorry for that. But it did hurt me, thinking that you wouldn’t trust me enough to be open about that topic.”
“Do you think we can just forget it?”
“Yeah I think we can do that.”, you smiled at him before you kissed him, absolutely gentle this time. As you broke apart he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, holding you in his arms close to his body as he mumbled: “I love you to the moon and back, I hope you know that.” You smiled up at him as you whispered: “I love you too.” Just as you were about to doze off you could hear his deep voice: “Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“I really hate us fighting. But I kind of love our kind of anger management.”, he said amused as you chuckled, replying: “Yeah I can totally understand that. Do you actually know what sucks most about you being pulled from the shows for 2 months?” He was drawing little circles on your back as he wanted to know: “What exactly?” You smirked up at him as you said: “That you aren’t there after every show to celebrate your victory.” Joe knew exactly what you were hinting at and with a sly smirk he replied: “You know. baby girl, me not being allowed to step into a ring doesn’t mean that I’m not allowed to travel with you. I sure as hell won’t miss out on those special occasions.” And before you could answer, he was already capturing your lips in a gentle kiss that grew more and more passionate, preparing you for another round. Sleeping was for the weak anyway.
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