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readingandwritingandreading · 2 years

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Yours ~ Epilogue

My Blurb: Alas a quick update and another story finished! I can’t believe I have three finished stories and three in the works! Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me! As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Summary: Skye Simmons is all set to start her new career and join her boyfriend in Florida. Until she finds out her boyfriend is in a feud with her soulmate. But does she even believe in soulmates? And will she choose to stay with what’s familiar and safe or take a chance?

Pairing: Dominik Dijakovic x Skye Simmons

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“And new WWE Universal Champion Dominik Dijakovic!” The announcement was met with thunderous applause as Dominik stared at the title from where he sat on the ladder. He held it up proudly, ignoring the pain in his knee and the side of his head that he was pretty sure was bleeding. He found Skye in the crowd easily, she was jumping up and down yelling with Brett on one side and his parents on the other.

“You did it baby, I almost had a heart attack but you did it!” Dominik grinned at her thought and quickly scaled down the ladder. Turning to each side of the ring with the title raised in his hand before rolling out of the ring and limping to the top of the ramp. He turned to face the crowd once again with the title raised above his head as fireworks went off signaling the end of the PPV.

He was greeted with another wave of applause and handshakes when he stepped through the curtain, coworkers and crew members offering their congratulations as he was escorted to medical.

They had just gotten the gash on his head from a rogue ladder stitched when a commotion at the door caught his attention and Skye came barging in glaring at the new security guard who was trying to stop her. “That is my soulmate and I swear to everything holy you will let me back here or I will make sure you need medical care as well.”

Dominik laughed and waved the terrified guard off, Skye launched herself at him apologizing when he winced in pain. “Shit, sorry, ladder match right.” She quickly looked him over, analyzing the bruising from the match.

“I’m fine Skye, a little banged up but we did it!” he whispered, pressing the title into her hands.

Skye smiled softly as she studied the title he had been chasing since his main roster debut a year ago. “You put in the hours of work and have taken your fair share of bumps and bruises, I had nothing to do with it.”

“You cheered me on every step of the way, I couldn’t have done this without you by my side.” Dominik argued back, wincing again as the trainer finished wrapping his ribs.

“You are good to go, congratulations champ.” The trainer patted him on the shoulder.

“Thanks man, see ya Monday.” Dominik replied, stepping down off the table and draping an arm over Skye’s shoulders. “I’m starving”

“You need to change and clean up first, you stink.” Skye laughed, wrinkling her nose at his sweaty arm.

Dominik’s parents and Brett met them outside the door to medical, his mom rushing over to check him out like Skye had. His dad looked like he was about to burst with pride and Brett was not so slyly checking out the other wrestlers backstage.

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A fork clinking against a glass drew the conversation to Dominik as he stood up. It was late but the restaurant had agreed to stay open for the large group of wrestlers that had shown up after the PPV. Keith Lee, Mia Yim and several others had joined their group to celebrate Dominik’s win.

“I just want to thank you all for joining me tonight. This has been a long journey and I am so thankful to celebrate it with all of you. Keith, thank you for your friendship and advice over the years. In the ring or out I know I can always trust you. Mom & Dad, I wouldn’t be the man I am today without you setting that example, raising me right and supporting my dreams. And Skye, my beautiful Skye. Words cannot express what all you are to me. My friend, my partner, my confidante, my cheerleader, my soulmate. There’s one more thing I would like to ask you to be.”

Skye’s eyes widened and his parents, along with Brett gasped when he grabbed the box that Keith slid his way and slowly lowered himself to one knee in front of her.

“I have loved you from the day I knocked you over in that hallway, I thought I knew how it would feel when I met my soulmate but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of loving and being loved by you. I came to life when I first kissed you, the best me has his arms around you, you make me better than I was before. I thank God everyday that I'm yours. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

The lump in Skye’s throat prevented her from answering but she nodded her head and her thoughts screamed at him as their table erupted into cheers.

Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!

#Dominik Dijakovic #dominik dijakovic x ofc #micole writes things now #tbar #t-bar

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flauntpage · 7 years

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Morning Wood: Right Between The Legs

This was a classic Dick Punch game. So canonical, in fact, that you’d be hard pressed to come up with any other words to describe blowing an 8-point lead in 1:39 and losing on a three-pointer at the buzzer. I just imagine that all 20,682 inside The Center actually got punched in the holy land at the exact same moment and that’s the sound you hear here:

That one kills. Devastating. http://pic.twitter.com/Cm0a6Zaf1f

— Andrew Porter (@And_Porter) October 26, 2017

Even Joshua Harris, a billionaire who one would think has never had to feel such pain, was smarting after this one*:

I enjoy Joshua Harris’ reaction http://pic.twitter.com/66HLWRgo3b

— Kyle Scott (@CrossingBroad) October 26, 2017

Gettttttttt toooooooo the choppppppppppppppper.

*There’s this perception that Harris doesn’t care about winning. I don’t think that’s true at all. He’s very emotive on the sidelines, comes to a lot of games, and genuinely seems to care more about the Sixers than the Devils, which, from my view, are just a surrogate to owning the Prudential Center, an arena in the New York metropolitan area. I mean, he was SITTING NEXT TO MEEK MILL during the opener. Imagine that conversation. What do those two men have in common? Besides dream chasing, it may only be their love of the Sixers.

Anyway, we can react in one of two ways to the loss: we can be disappointed that the Sixers turned in several inexcusable possessions down the stretch and ask real questions to the coach about late-game scenarios, or we can, I don’t know, be Ike Reese, not believe in dinosaurs, and tweet inanities like this:

All because Simmons won't/can't pull up at 6'11 for a 15ft jump shot!!!!

— Ike Reese (@Ike58Reese) October 26, 2017

There’s plenty to dislike about those last possessions – some of which is on Simmons – but The Fresh Prince’s inability to shoot is not one of them.

The difference between Simmons’ and Markelle Fultz’s shooting woes are that one guy was drafted without a shot and could become truly great if he develops one, whereas the other, Fultz, was drafted precisely because of his shot and seems to have misplaced it.

If you want to critique Simmons or Joel Embiid, it’s worth noting that both guys make classic “rookie mistakes” and get careless with the ball. More lackadaisical than anything. This Simmons turnover with 1:42 remaining hurt in hindsight:

Those soft passes have no place in the NBA. Simmons, Embiid and Fultz (in his limited action) occasionally do stuff like this, leading to turnovers or near turnovers. This is a problem that gets fixed with experience.

Here's a sequence of @TarikBlack25 owning @JoelEmbiid http://pic.twitter.com/ne4sIXepvv

— Bean (@RipCityGoon) October 26, 2017

Embiid, to his own right, had some issues. For a stretch in the third quarter he seemed more interested in besting Tarik Black, a mostly futile effort that resulted in a block, turnover and two free throws.

Both of these sequences feel like rookie mistakes– one out aggression, the other out of nonchalance.

But spare me the Ben Simmons can’t shoot narrative. The Sixers knew that the day they drafted him. The jumper will come.

If you want to cast blame for one singular item down the stretch, then get outraged at Brett Brown for not calling a timeout after Clint Capella hit a layup to cut the lead to five with 1:03 remaining. I was already sliding off my couch to go to the bathroom expecting a timeout which never came. How, with a young team, do you not call a timeout to regroup there?

Let’s Wood!

NBC Sports Philly

Last night was Authentic Fan night. I truly have no idea what that means, but it’s certainly part of a NBC Sports SE PA marketing initiative. There’s nothing wrong with it, I just… don’t get it. They handed out swag bags, and nothing says authentic like a sign that says “authentic”… with an NBC peacock on it.

Collars: I am secretly in love with how NBC decided to do away with CSN Sweaters in lieu of UNBUTTONED COLLARED SHIRTS. I am 98% convinced that there was a corporate mandate to wear ONLY collared shirts with the top button unbuttoned:

I’m thinking about starting a #NBCSportsCollars hashtag, but the problem is, EVERYONE LOOKS THE SAME. It’s like Rob Ellis got inside their closets and sprinkled office casual dust all over the clothes. Nothing says hip like Michael Barkann in a checked shirt and a brown blazer.

One other thing: I also enjoy how, in an effort to ESCHEW the dreaded hot take, they have just started calling inane segments HOT TAKES so they can act like they’re in on the joke when, really, it’s just the same content, but now self-aware, I guess?

Blue

I am a BIG fan of the Sixers’ branding in almost all regards. I love the blue court and the blue uniforms. But I’ve got to be honest, I’m not sure I like them together. Now, I’m not someone who hates the colors-at-home jerseys. In fact, I like how the NBA has relaxed the rules in this regard and allows for color-on-color matchups. But the blue uniforms on the blue court lack a certain contrast. It’s too blue. The Sixers have worn their blue jerseys every game so far this year and I think it’s time to switch it up. The white or red uniforms would provide much-needed contrast against the blue court.

And you know what? I bet it would be really cool if those yet-to-be-unveiled fourth jerseys were a light-colored throwback that would really pop against the blue court. Maybe something vintage looking that loosely resembles the Declaration of Independence. That would be something.

Forces at play

Look at the gravity Ben Simmons and Joel Embiid drew on this JJ Redick three-pointer:

There’s four guys in the paint with them and three open shooters on the perimeter, including one of the best in the league. DOWN IT GOES!

Also, Ben Simmons is fucking fast:

Look at how Simmons separates and beats everyone down the court. http://pic.twitter.com/CjYm02f8Yb

— NBC Sports Philly (@NBCSPhilly) October 26, 2017

The stars

.@lildickytweets just beat @MeekMill in a game of basketball backstage after the Sixers game. http://pic.twitter.com/WoF8ObcCLn

— NBC Sports Philly (@NBCSPhilly) October 26, 2017

The best part of this video, by far, is Lil Dicky asking Meek for his number at the end.

Meek Mill and M. Night are locked in a fierce battle to be the Sixers’ superfan. I’d have to give Meek the edge right now based on the fact that he’s been to both games, sat next to the owner, and shot hoops with Lil Dicky. But M. Night swings big by bringing out the mega stars like Samuel L. Jackson.

Embiid almost killed Harden

Joel Embiid on hitting floor

“Everybody gotta stop being scared. Im not made of glass”#Sixers http://pic.twitter.com/pIjnFjB6vh

— John Clark NBCPhilly (@JClarkNBCS) October 26, 2017

After the game, Brett Brown spoke about being worried about Embiid: “The thud is still in my ears.”

And the pain from this one is still in my stomach.

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