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Just listened to: Orbital - “30 Something”
Track listing as follows:
Smiley
Acid Horse
Where Is It Going? (featuring Stephen Hawking)
Impact (30 Years Later And The Earth Is Still Burning Mix)
Satan (30 Something Years Later Mix)
Chime (30 Something Years Later Mix)
Halcyon (30 Something Years Later Mix)
Belfast (30 Something Years Later Mix)
The Box (30 Something Years Later Mix)
Are We Here? (30 Something) (Dusky Remix)
The Girl With The Sun In Her Head (Floex Remix)
Halcyon & On (Logic1000 Mix)
Belfast (ANNA Techno Remix)
Impact (John Tejada Remix)
Chime (Octave One Remix)
Halcyon & On (Jon Hopkins Remix)
Are We Here? (30 Something) (Shanti Celeste Remix)
Belfast (Yotto Remix)
The Box (Joris Voorn Remix)
The Girl With The Sun In Her Head (Lone Remix)
Impact (Rich NxT Remix - Edit)
Chime (Eli Brown Remix)
Belfast (David Holmes Remix)
Belfast (ANNA Ambient Remix)
(Some forewarning: at 2 hours 43 minutes total run time, this set is a bit of a time sink.)
#orbital#30 something#stephen hawking#dusky#floex#logic1000#anna#john tejada#octave one#jon hopkins#shanti celeste#yotto#joris voorn#lone#rich nxt#eli brown#david holmes
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Booooooooo only I can call chris hero a girl
#cm punk#wwe nxt#claudio castagnoli#chris hero#chipmunk#he’s jealous because hero is stunning and gorgeous#if i had a nickel#every time hero was called a girl I’d actually be so rich
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#Kota Ibushi#Zack Sabre Jr#Fabian Aichner#Mustafa Ali#Tomasso Ciampa#Akira Tozawa#jack gallagher#Johnny Gargano#Tony Nese#Rich Swann#NXT#WWE
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I'm loving NXT's farmgirl/rich brat yuri drama
(Fallon Henley & Tiffany Stratton - NXT 09/01/2024)
#wwe#wweedit#nxt#nxtedit#tiffany stratton#wwe nxt#fallon henley#fallon saw the opportunity and she took it i love her#this is rarijack btw if you get it you get it#if they don't kiss at the end of all this... whats the point
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THE BOY NEXT DOOR
「09. UNEXPECTED」
『MASTERLIST』 « PREV • NXT » (NEXT WEEK)
𐑂 1.9k+ words
𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door?
𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers
"You don't have to go, if you don't want to, Y/N." Your best friend told you over the phone while you tended on your garbage bag.
"Yeah, they're just using the excursion to have a date with their significant others and, even worse, to boast their rich boyfriends." You rolled your eyes, recalling how Nako would use every situation to brag every designer bag her boyfriend would get for her.
"Just file it as a leave, okay? I have siblings. I can call one of them to come over and pick me up from the airport."
Today was the day you had to decide on whether you'd come to the company excursion and yet your first choice was to bail out. You sighed and headed out of your apartment, dragging with you the rubbish you had for disposal.
"I'll still try my best to meet you there." You told her and eventually you excused yourself from the call as there'd be no signal inside the elevator. Just in time, before the door closes, Tsumu came in with his own garbage bag in hand.
No, he definitely didn't know you'd be throwing the garbage at this very moment and planned to tag along with you.
"Got any movies you wanna watch next time?" He started, while casually taking your garbage bag from your hold to help you out.
You drew in a deep breath. "As long as it's not volleyball. I prefer to watch a game live."
"Then! I can bring you to one of mine! Gotta show you how I win." He suggested enthusiastically. You just weakly chuckled at him and didn't;t even have any smarts retort and that's when Atsumu picked up that there's something bothering you. "It's about the excursion stuff."
"How did you-"
No, he definitely didn't listen on your conversations and snooped around your business.
Sighing, you shook your head. "Of course, you listened."
"Correction, I heard."
The elevator doors opened and you both stepped out from it. You not telling your decisions meant that you hadn't make one. After all, Atsumu knew very well that those bitches had set up a trap for you but it wasn't easy to just take a leave like a coward.
You walked with him to the bins and, while he threw your garbage bags together, your mind still wandered.
"Just go," he suggested as you both headed back to the apartment.
"What?"
"I mean, no matter what happened you got a face to show." He pressed the button up. "If you run away now, you'll run forever. Stop runnin', Y/N."
You gulped at his words. Ever since you were little, you always chose to avoid everything that up until now, you just kept on running away. If, at first, you were given a chance to avoid Atsumu, you had probably done so. You actually even did during your early stages together, but it was his annoying persistence that always blocked your road from doing so.
Finally reaching your floor, you stopped at your doorstep. "Tsumu, thank you."
Suddenly, his breath got caught in his throat, not knowing what to feel whenever you gave him such expression. "W-Why?"
"For the advice."
"No, I mean...why're ya smilin' at me like that?"
You chuckled. "You really made me feel better."
His cheeks flushed as he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. "Nah, it's nothin'" No, it's everything. It's his very first time giving an advice to someone without offending them. It meant so much for him too. "Just call me and I'd be there for ya'."
You opened your door and said to him before entering, "I'm counting on it."
Taking a deep breath, you headed inside your office building. Your grip on your bag's strap was so tight your knuckles were turning white. You knew what you're stepping into but it's better to be true to yourself than join them or even think of running away again.
You saw them all dressed up in their casual clothes and were now preparing to board the bus downstairs.
You opened your computer and acted like you didn't care even if you'd be alone in the entire floor. You remembered what Tsumu told you the other night and mustered all the courage you could get.
However, that resolve was quickly challenged when Nako approached your desk.
"Y/N, since this would be considered as work day, I think you should know that you should come with us."
"No, I'd be staying here." You said, making sure she heard the period in your statement.
"But we need you with the preparations."
You felt heat running up fro your spine, completely burning the back of your neck. "W-What do you mean preparations?" You tried your best to keep your composure.
Nako proudly pointed at the pile of boxes. "We need you to get those inside the bus. You're gonna help us set-up and clean the place too, so you'll be coming with us."
"Sorry, but I won't go with you."
"Since, you won't be participating in the excursion, you're now tasked to assist with the preparations and such."
"Wai-"
"I have to go now my Hiro-kun is waiting for me and we have to board the bus."
Even if she said that, you still won't be taking her demands as the final answer. You approached your manager with hopes that he would listen to your cause but...
"Y/N, what's wrong?"
"I won't be going anywhere, sir. I checked out of the excursion."
"But Nako told me you volunteered to assist the organizers."
"What?" You said in shock. "I didn't. I-"
The manager came to a pause and realized everything.
"I'm sorry this happened, Y/N, but we have no one now, too." He placed a hand on your shoulder. "Even if I want you to stay here, I was advised that no one should be left here alone for security purposes. We lack one people now. I know it's not fair to you, but please just do this for me." Your manager humbly requested and you couldn't say 'no' to his hopeful and almost desperate eyes. After all, he's one of the three people who were kind to you.
"Okay, sir." It felt dry and tasted bitter in your throat, but this was the harsh reality.
"I got you, Y/N. Don't worry." He leaned in and whispered. "I'll approve the emergency leave you have on stand-by for whatever reason. I'll take care of Nako for you too."
You gave him a sullen smile. Your shoulders slumped in dejection as you went to where the boxes were. There was a giant cooler, which contained the meat for grilling and some sodas. The grilling set was inside one of the boxes and there were also other items.
You gulped and instinctively glanced down on your high-heeled shoes and your overall corporate get up. You even decided to wear a skirt today not knowing that this would happen.
This was what Nako had planned!
Your brows were crinkled as you carried one of the boxes with so much resentment. You fell into the trap, but it's your own choice anyway. This was your own doing. If you hadn't let her step on you in the first place, if you hadn't run away when you could face her, this thing wouldn't lead this far. That did;t mean Nako didn't have her own share of fault too, but you couldn't bring the entire blame all to her.
Your feet shook as you walked outside the elevator going to the where the bus was. They all just lined up there and took pictures. No one's even helping you out. You firmly closed your eyes. You seriously felt like crying now, but you mustn't show them how deep they cut you for doing this. You bit your lip, trying to remain strong as you placed the box inside the compartment.
"Y/N, hurry up! We're about to go! Don't carry it one by one." One of Nako's friends shouted, insensitively.
You weren't supposed to do this anyway! Just carrying a box was hard enough and now they're demanding for you to rush it and bring everything all at once.
You came across your manager and saw that he carried one of the boxes too. "Sir..."
"It's okay. It's okay. This is my favor from you anyway."
You gave him a prim smile but saw Nako's group frowned at what happened. You headed back inside before you heard more of their complaints.
Catching your breath, you pulled yourself together. You only have one box and a cooler left. There's now way you could carry those two at the same time! You grabbed the box and rushed towards the elevators.
This was not about them making it hard for you anymore. It was a given. This was all planned. It's how you'd act gracefully through this tough situation. Never show them that they're getting into you.
Approaching the bus, you were about to place the box inside when someone took the item from your hand.
"Sir, I got this." Only to realize that it wasn't your boss. "Atsumu?" Your eyes widened and he beamed at you like he just saved your day.
"I told you, ain't it? I'll be here for ya." He winked at you and placed the box inside the compartment.
"What? How did you-" You took in his nice jacket and black t-shirt. God, he looked so handsome. You couldn't believe what's happening.
"Are they givin' you a hard time here? Are ya tired?" He brushed your forehead like he was sweeping your sweat away. "Just play along." He whispered and placed a swift kiss on your cheek. "Leave the rest to me and just walk me through 'kay?"
"Tsumu-" You were about to protest when one of Nako's friends chimed in in utter disbelief.
"Wait. Aren't you Miya Atsumu? The start athlete Miya Atsumu?"
Your officemates began chattering around with the sound of his name. Even their boyfriends and your male colleagues were stoked.
"Yes, I am." He said proudly, putting his hands on his waist.
Nako came forward. Her eyes were wide and her expression was that of total shock and despair. "Why are you here? W-What does this mean? Y/N is..."
Atsumu pulled you close to him and he didn't just put an arm around you, instead he grabbed you by the waist with a grip so firm. "Y/N's my fiance."
Everyone gasped including you. He chuckled and pinched your side a little. "C'mon...Oops! I forgot. She hadn't said yes yet."
What the...
This was all kind of messy and wrong and you knew you got to stop this act. You were never in support of being in a relationship just to gain prominence or whatsoever. Let alone, fake one. However, seeing Nako's distraught face was, in a way, kind of satisfying. It felt like you'd won for the very first time and, at last, through Atsumu you gained a solid ally beside you.
"Please..." You heard him subtly pleaded beside you as if completely pushing you forward to take up on this chance.
You looked up to him, searching his eyes. At face value, who wouldn't have Miya Atsumu as their boyfriend? He's hot, funny and a known champion, but most of all, he was your friend and he came at the right time when you needed someone to stand by you.
You sighed in defeat, giving him the signal that you're all in for the biggest joke of your life thus far. After all, Nako declared a war against. you when she plotted this scheme. It's not your fault that you had a powerful weapon beside you now.
Atsumu grinned. The twinkle in his eyes showed the mischief he had in store to make this experience a painful defeat against your annoying officemates. He couldn't wait to show you what victory felt like.
Atsumu took your hand. "Let's go now, princess."
You winced at the petname and started questioning yourself. Did you really make the right decision?
𐑂 AN : FAKE DATING ARC begins!!! just as the friendship arc is getting stronger... conflict will soon arise...I can smell it. also, gdi! my soul wants to write more but my body is in opposition TT^TT I want to feel the spark of inspiration and excitement to rush up to me again! >,< your comments really get me going tho! IS OMI THE KILLER? I saw that rb from someone! hahahaha take a guess guys...IS OMI THE KILLER?
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An Unconventional Wedding Night (Finn Bálor X Female Reader) *One-Shot*
Summary: You are rescued from one danger only to be hurled into a completely different kind of danger. You are to be the bride of King Bálor—a supposedly mythical being in Celtic folklore. But, he is very real. And he wants you as his prized possession.
Bálor is relentlessly determined to win your affections.
After all, it's nothing a little gentle persuasion can't fix.
Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with NXT or WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.
Content Warning: No sex scenes just some graphic violence and fluff.
Note: This has been pretty drastically edited from the first time I posted it. I cleaned out the sex scene and it's no longer a threesome-esque fic. Hope this doesn't disappoint and that it is still enjoyed!
An Unconventional Wedding Night
Your nerves were shot as you walked toward the remote cabin's porch.
Tonight was the night you were finally giving yourself to a man. And it scared you to death. And for that very reason, you wanted nothing more than to get back in your car and drive home.
Am I doing the right thing, you wondered. I mean... Do I really want to do this? I mean, yes, he's my boyfriend, but I'm not in love with him, for crying out loud! I want my first time to be special—how is it special when I am feeling so unsure and conflicted about it?
And then you felt badly because Derek—your boyfriend for the past three months—had planned this romantic weekend get-away for the both of you.
Suddenly your thoughts halted altogether as Derek opened the cabin's door and bolted down the steps toward you. He looked as though he was trying a little too hard to appear excited. His smile was etched into his face. His dark eyes held an emotion you couldn't quite read.
"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, bending down and kissing your mouth. He latched onto your hand and hurried up the steps with you in tow, simultaneously taking your purse from you.
"Derek?" You struggled to not stumble and fall as he literally pulled you into the cabin and tossed your purse toward the large, rustic sofa. Wordlessly, he pushed you—none too gently—into the nearest bedroom and kicked the door shut with his foot.
He seems... off. Tense. "If you're nervous, we don't have to do this tonight," you spoke up, your free hand fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt. "I am feeling a bit anxious about it myself-"
The remainder of your words were trapped within your throat as his mouth crashed against yours. He nudged you back toward the foot of the large bed and held you there as he kissed you.
"Derek-" You tried again, but he didn't seem to be paying attention to you. Your nerves finally got the best of you and made your mind up for you. You pulled your head back to look up at him. "I-I can't do this. I'm sorry. I just can't. Not yet-"
Click.
The noise was accompanied by a sharp little pressure to your left wrist. Glancing down, you saw that Derek had handcuffed you to the foot-board of the bed. All sorts of thoughts raced through your mind. And none of them were pleasant.
Uselessly, you tugged on your wrist, testing the strength of the cuff that held you. "Derek... Please. Let me go. D-don't do this!"
An odd smile crossed his face as he backed away from you. "Oh, I am not doing anything to you, beautiful. Well... other than keeping you here, that is."
You shook your head, confused beyond measure and now frantically yanking at your wrist. "What? Why? What is this?"
"Do you know how valuable you really are?"
"What are you talking about," you screamed at him, fear shaking your voice. You began pulling at your wrist again, trying desperately to get free. "This is crazy! Let me go!"
"I'm being compensated for your capture. The money I am getting..." He trailed off and chuckled slightly. "...It's well worth giving you up. I'll be rich and able to get any woman I want. Someone who won't make me wait months just to take her to bed."
His disgusting and vague explanation still cleared nothing up for you. But before you could ask any more questions, the bedroom door blew open with what seemed to be a huge gust of wind.
A gust of wind that never died. It kept roaring and screaming; whipping—not only your hair, but your t-shirt and shorts—around on your body. The force of it nearly ripped the clothing off of you in its strength.
And then another person was in the room with you and Derek. Only a silhouette was clear at that moment, what with the living room light blindingly bright behind them. Had the light been that bright when we first came into the cabin? The being appeared to be male, what with his physique and stature. Panting from the struggle to breathe with such a brutal force of wind in your face, you glanced over at Derek. He seemed to recognize the man, but he had terror in his eyes, nonetheless.
"I brought her," Derek spoke loudly over the air lashing about all of you. "I brought her here, just like you wanted. Now give me my pay. I want to get out of here and be done with it."
The man silently lifted his arms, making a parting motion with them and the wind finally ceased. You nearly toppled from the absence of the strong force. Willing your wobbly legs to hold you up, you glanced in the stranger's direction.
Something is really wrong here. He actually made that wind stop. Completely!
"Pay," the man repeated. "You want your pay?"
You cringed. The man's voice was horrible. Scratchy, and deep and full of malice. Horrified, you watched as the man—or creature—gave a flick of a... a talon-like finger? And then Derek was propelled across the room and dropped at the monster's feet; suddenly a whimpering mess.
No sound escaped your lips as you watched in open-mouthed horror.
"You should know better than to make a deal with a demon. We're not known for keeping our word."
What? Your mind was not computing, nor accepting the fact that you were indeed in the room with an underworldly force. And then you mentally replayed what you'd seen the... thing do, and you knew—to the marrow of your bones, you truly were in the presence of a monster.
The creature suddenly reached down and tangled it's fingers into Derek's curly hair. Your chest heaved as you waited to see what the demon would do. And yet, somehow... you knew...
Your ex-boyfriend screamed a hideous howl just as the monster lifted it's curled fist, with what appeared to be no effort at all, and tore Derek's head from his shoulders. The scream was cut short. Only the sound of ripping flesh and the cracking of bones could be heard, mixing with the sound of the demon's purr-like growls. You grew nauseated as Derek's spinal cord emerged from his body next, still attached to his head.
Then his decapitated body fell limply in the floor, right at your feet.
Finally.
Finally, a scream ripped from your throat, scorching it raw.
You tried to back away, but of course, your cuffed wrist would only allow you to go so far. Ignoring the pain, you yanked and pulled anyway, praying you could break the cuff with enough strain on the chain. Your eyes stayed on the monster's figure. You still were unable to make out his features as he'd remained in the doorway the whole time, but as he moved forward slightly and turned to stare at you, you could see that his form was naked. The possible implications of that had you panicking even more, pulling on the cuff's chain, determined to break it and free yourself.
You could feel his eyes raking over you, watching you stare at his naked body. A sinister, gravelly chuckle filled the room.
"Don't worry, little human. Many of us demons don't feel the need to bother with clothing. No, I'm not here to bed you." He released Derek's head and spine, and the bloody mess hit the floor with a loud, squishy thud. "I'm only here to kill you."
You screamed again, your attempt to calm yourself completely forgotten. You began violently pulling on your wrist, twisting it this way and that, frantic with the need to get free. Out of nowhere, a force propelled you through the air, much the same way Derek had been treated. Your shoulder screamed in protest as your body jerked in mid-air having gone as far as the handcuff would allow. You were tugged further and further till you felt a snap in your shoulder and collarbone.
"STOP IT! PLEASE!"
Your tortured scream only seemed to amuse the demon. You heard him chuckling again, a dry, scraping sound, deep in his throat. And as you watched him with wide frightened eyes, he lifted a clawed finger to his lips and shushed you as if admonishing a small child.
He flicked the same finger down toward the hard-wood floor and you fell to it in a crumpled heap. The only sound you could make was a wheezed gasp, as you fought to stay conscious. Pain attacked your neck, shoulder and collarbone all at once and it was difficult to breathe. Fingers curled into the hair at your scalp, and tugged, forcing you up onto your knees. You pictured yourself being torn apart by the bloodthirsty demon, just like Derek was.
"Do you know why this is happening?"
You swallowed hard and shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak.
"You're to be King Bálor's wife—his Queen." His fingers curled tighter into your hair and you cried out softly from the sharp twinge of pain at your hairline. "Being bonded and married to you will only make him stronger. I can not let that happen. I plan to overthrow him."
"It... It-It won't happen," you managed to say through chattering teeth. "I don't want to marry at all. Let me go. Please, believe me! I won't marry anyone."
"He's not leaving you a choice. And he's left me none as well. You have to die. It's the only way. And I have to be the one to kill you." His free hand went to your throat and squeezed harshly, a foreboding warning of your fate. Instantly, you began struggling fruitlessly in his hold. "Some of the other rebelling Fomorians won't back me up in the overthrow unless..."
Shaking uncontrollably, you tuned him out at that point and tugged and clawed at his hand, frantic to get him to release you.
That's when you noticed a dark blur fly into the room and dive right into your demonic captor.
Both beings flew across the room, grappling as you tumbled back to the floor.
You took that moment to back up as far as you could in an unstable, one-armed crab walk. An invisible fire seemed to flair relentlessly up and down your left arm and shoulder at the movement, and you collapsed once more to the floor, fighting off the urge to vomit with a soft, pained groan.
In the next instant, you were lifted to your feet, gently. A strong arm went around your waist and tugged you against a sure, sturdy frame. Your head tipped forward and rested against a hard chest as your eyes closed. A soft, male voice, warm with a thick Irish accent whispered near your ear.
"Open y'r eyes, love. Look at me." Fingertips touched ever so lightly at your temple and you began thinking more clearly, your drowsiness was slowly ebbing. "I need ya t' stay awake, Y/N, so ya can get outta here—safely."
You lifted your head and looked at the man who was addressing you so intimately.
And you gasped.
Despite the fact that your life was in peril, you couldn't stop the thought:
He's... breathtaking!
His face was insanely handsome. A fairly tall—at least next to you he was—gorgeous man wearing solid black—a black shirt, black jeans and a black leather jacket, to be exact.
A full, dark beard and mustache adorned the lower half of his face. The same color of hair topped his head in a short fade haircut. His eyes were as pale a blue as the morning sky. His skin was neither pale, nor dark, and his sensuous, full lips glistened after a quick swipe of his tongue. Before you could say anything to him, the arm that held you pulled you even closer, and then his mouth claimed yours softly; lovingly. His mustache scratched lightly at your upper lip and you leaned closer into him.
It was a simple kiss, but it left you reeling. You couldn't lie to yourself. You wanted more. This was the man you were meant to be with. But instead of kissing you again, he pulled back a ways and smiled at you once more. "Beautiful."
Wait... He's calling me beautiful?
It was then you noticed that he held one hand up, his palm facing the direction of the demon who'd tried to kill you. The monster was currently frozen in place. He appeared to be under the control of the man holding you. Your rescuer's hand tremored slightly, as if an unseen force had hold of his wrist and was trying to move his hand away.
Your purse and car keys materialized into the gorgeous stranger's free hand then and he placed them into the hand of your uninjured arm before touching the handcuff on your other wrist. The restraint instantly fell open and you were free.
"I want ya t' go. Get in y'r car an' get outta here, lass. I will find ya when I'm done wit' the trait'r. Then you're comin' home. Wit' me. Finally." His blue eyes glanced over at the demon; pure disdain on his face. Then he turned to you once more and before you could ask him where "home" was, he kissed you again, sweeping his warm mouth across yours, and a subtle thrust of his tongue past your lips. You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped you. He swallowed it greedily then gave you a gentle nudge. "Go, m' love."
You took a tentative step backward, eyes wide and fixed on your beautiful rescuer.
In the next instant, he was gone and another man stood in his place. Swirling ribbons of reds, and blacks and smatterings of white swirled all over his shirtless frame. A set of washboard abs snatched your attention, and you let your gaze follow them down lower to the slightly skimpy pair of black trunks that revealed a clear imprint of his very impressive-
"GO!"
With a frightened gasp, your eyes shot back up to his face and discovered he was glaring at you with red eyes. "LEAVE!"
You stumbled backward, ignoring the stab of pain in your shoulder and then spun around and scrambled out of the cabin and out to your car.
You wouldn't see the look of malice on the stranger's face as he turned and glared at the Fomorian traitor.
"You knew not t' screw wit' me, Turlough," he addressed his former servant. "And you definitely knew not t' put your hands on my Queen."
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You somehow hauled yourself into your SUV with only one good arm but had to attempt several times at getting the key into the ignition, your hand was shaking so horribly. "Please..." you sobbed, trying once again as you glanced toward the cabin. You could hear all kinds of growls and roars and the sounds of punches being thrown and landing. The lights flickered on and off in the windows. You finally heard the metallic scrape of the key sliding into the ignition after you jabbed at it once more. You turned it, and as soon as the engine kicked over and started, you were peeling out backward, eager to get on the road, and head back to the safety of your house.
Gravel flew all around you and pelted your car in your haste to leave. But you didn't care about the possibility of a chipped paint job or cracked windows. The only thing you wanted was to get home, shower, curl up in your bed and try to forget the terrifying things you'd seen that night. Though, secretly, you hoped your rescuer would find you again. A couple of kisses were not enough by a long shot. Then you realized you must be completely insane to fall in love with a man you'd just met.
Lost in your thoughts as you sped down the deserted old highway, you were startled by a loud banging sound at the back of your car. Suddenly, you were fishtailing all over the road. Instinctively, you applied pressure to your breaks and tried to regain control of the vehicle. A flurry of movement to your left snagged your attention then, and you dared a glance out the driver's window.
And you instantly regretted that decision.
The demon that had attempted to kill you apparently escaped your rescuer somehow, because he was tailing you.
On foot.
Bare. Foot.
And he was keeping up with your car's speed.
His eyes glinted brightly in the darkness and you could feel the anger and hatred for you radiating off of him.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Your scream did nothing, of course. The demon only snarled at you before launching his body at your car. The same banging noise reverberated through your car and you almost lost control of it again.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
You struggled to keep your car on the road as the demon once more slammed into it. Not giving you a chance to recover, he slammed into you once again, giving the car a hard shove as he did.
And that is when you lost all control. Your world literally spun around you as you screamed and the car took flight and rolled over and over again. And again, and again. You were catapulted into pitch black darkness before the vehicle had even stopped flipping.
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When you finally began coming to, your eyes struggled to open. You blinked them and scrunched them, but your vision was blurry at best.
A pained groan emerged from your throat and you became aware of hands on your face, and coasting over your body. Immediately, you remembered the car accident.
And the demon who'd caused it.
Acting on impulse, you kicked out with your foot and swung your fist. Which did nothing to help you, since you didn't connect with anything—or anyone. The sudden movement merely sent tremors of excruciating pain through your entire body and head. You sobbed and tried to turn onto your stomach; your mind telling your body to crawl and get away.
"Shhh, love." A familiar male voice spoke softly as hands took hold of you and once more ran over your body, seemingly searching for something. "You're so strong. An' perfect," the man spoke again; his tone full of awe and pride. "Hurt as much as you are, and still tryin' t' fight to live." There was a pause. "I have t' get ya back t' d'a castle. You're badly hurt."
The Irish stranger... Your thoughts were muddled, but you'd recognize that voice anywhere from then on. It was as if it was branded into your mind.
Fingers brushed over your ribs, sending a wave of fiery pain bolting up your side. You winced as a ragged wail burst from your lips.
"Broken ribs," came his murmur. "Dislocated shoulder and broken collar bone. Definitely a concussion."
Hearing all your injuries listed off sent you into another panic. You struggled anew, trying to free yourself from the hands holding you prisoner. The only thing you accomplished however, was sending more roiling pain crashing through your head and body.
"Easy, lass. Easy," the man soothed as he held you tighter. "I'm not goin' t' hurt ya."
His words didn't matter. Not after what you'd been through. You continued to panic and fight and struggle until your body could take no more pain and you went out like a light.
You became vaguely aware of being carried as you slowly gained a little consciousness. Your head rested against a strong shoulder. You wanted to lash out—to fight. But your limbs were so heavy. And literally everything hurt. You couldn't even open your eyes any more than little slits. You were at your rescuer's/kidnapper's mercy. And you hated it.
"Please..." you whimpered. "Please, don't hurt me..."
To your surprise, you felt soft, warm lips press against your forehead in a tender caress.
"Nev'r," came a whispered reply. You felt yourself being laid down on a soft surface—a bed. "I'd take my own life b'fore I'd ever hurt ya."
You let your head settle into the pillow beneath you. "You don't even know me..."
"Oh, but I do, love. I do. You have no idea how much I know you—how much I love you. I've waited s' long t' have you." You felt him take your hand and bring it to his lips with a soft kiss. "I'm Bálor. I'm your husband."
"I've gone crazy..." you uttered, struggling to open your eyes. "You're a Celtic...myth. I have to be dreaming." I have to be losing my mind, you thought groggily. You gained enough strength to open your eyes and looked up to see the gorgeous Irishman gazing down at you, tenderness in his blue eyes.
Bálor, you thought.
He was beautiful, but intimidating. His eyes were a vibrant blue but they would flash red every now and then. Suddenly, he was... painted for the lack of a better term—the swirling red, black and white colors returned with a vengeance.
"I won't hurt you, love." His voice growled at you, but his face held no malice—quite the opposite, actually. "You don't have t' be afraid o' me. I'll protect you wit' my life."
"B-but... You... you scared me. At the cabin. You looked like you'd kill me," you stammered, struggling to sit up.
Bálor helped ease you up so you were propped against the headboard and shook his head.
"As I told ya, I would never hurt ya. I was... scared of you bein' d'ere, in d'a cabin wit' d'a traitor. Ya were too stunned to leave, so I had to get a little fierce to frighten ya int' leavin'. But I'd never've hurt ya."
"I still..." you had trouble finding the words you needed. "I still... am not sure what you want with me."
"Ye're mine, love. Ye're my wife and queen."
"How," you asked incredulously. "I mean... There's been no wedding! And what if I don't want to marry anyone?" You moved to rise from the bed when he stopped you by gently taking your arm.
"You didn't want to marry anyone," Bálor admitted, shifting back to his human form. "Till you saw me. Till I kissed you."
You froze. He had you there.
Before you could reply, an older woman in a black, modest maid's uniform knocked on the open door, and stepped inside the room. She carried a small silver tray with what looked like a shot glass of red liquid in it.
"The... medicine you asked for, your highness." She gave a respectful nod to Bálor.
"T'ank you, Sophie," Bálor replied, stepping over to her and taking the glass from the tray. "D'at will be all."
You'd shakily risen to your feet as the maid vacated the room, but nearly sank to the floor as your pain attacked ferociously. Bálor set the glass down on the night table and then shot over to you and caught you, holding you up as gently as was possible. You apprehensively grasped at his torso so you could keep your balance.
"Maybe... I could stay till I'm healed up," you murmured weakly. A pained grunt passed your lips as another stab of pain assaulted your ribs. Your legs threatened to buckle when Bálor lifted you up and placed you back on the bed.
Bálor picked up the glass again and then lifted your head enough so you could drink it. "Take d'is, love," Bálor whispered. "'Twill help with the pain."
"What is it," you asked, suddenly growing sleepy again. Pain had always affected you that way.
"It's, uh... medicine," Bálor said, glancing at your face and then back to the glass. "It's a concoction of t'ings d'at will help ya feel bett'r. A potion for healin', a pain killer, a sedative so you can rest, wine t' relax ya, and... a couple ot'er t'ings d'at will aid in your healin'."
Your eyes were closing even as he spoke, and you felt the rim of the glass touch your lips.
"Drink, love," you heard him rasp softly.
Too drowsy to argue, you accepted the drink, wrinkling your nose as a metallic flavor flooded your mouth. "Yuck," you sighed once you'd swallowed it. Your head was gently deposited onto the pillow. And, true to his word, you did begin feeling less pain almost instantly. Your sleepiness increased ten-fold. and you felt something else... Something strange... As you slowly drifted, your body began humming with sensitivity. You gasped at the feel of heat flooding your body.
You'd never felt aroused in your life. You never knew what the big fuss was all about. But now...
Now, you knew—all too well.
"What... what did you do?..." You moaned out at the man watching you intently.
"Ye'll sleep now," Bálor smiled warmly at you. "And ya will have many...interestin' dreams." He leaned down, brushing his lips across yours, eliciting a sharp moan from you. "And when ya wake, love... Be warned. Y'r body will be aching f'r me."
Blackness slid across your eyes and settled into your mind then.
Until the dreams began...
They were strange... In that you were in pitch darkness. You couldn't see anything.
But oh... You could feel...
You couldn't move. Normally that would have panicked you, but... Not when warm invisible hands touched you the way they were.
With no warning, your eyes shot open. Your chest heaved as you panted for air.
But you felt no pain. You'd apparently healed up, just as Bálor said you would.
Not to mention after your long sleep, you were wide awake.
And so was your body. You discovered that quickly as the knot of tension in your belly made itself very known and-
Wait.
You looked to your side and found Bálor.
Naked as the day he was born.
With a shocked screech, you sat up in the huge bed and attempted to vacate it, only to be pulled back by a pair of strong arms. You struggled as you were tugged down to the mattress. The arms surrounded you and you became aware of the fact that you suddenly didn't want to resist.
"Where do ya t'ink ye're goin', lovey?"
You lifted your gaze upward and found yourself staring into Bálor's captivating blue eyes. An amused smile played at his full lips.
Why does he have to be so gorgeous?
"You're gorgeous too, darlin'." Bálor growled softly.
Your body shivering from raw nerves, you stammered out, "Y-you can r-read my mind?"
Your hair was brushed from your neck and his warm mouth peppered the skin with soft kisses and nibbles. "Mmm-hmmm..."
Your body's shaking intensified, and Bálor tilted your face up to his. "Don't be scared, love. I'm not goin' t' hurt ya." He smiled at you hungrily. "Anyt'ing but."
Something clicked in you then. You didn't know if it was the drug you were given to drink—you highly suspected it was blood—or if it was just self-discovery time. But...
You wanted him.
All of him.
You reached for Bálor, pressing your mouth to his and giving into your feelings for once in your life. You moaned into his mouth and curled your fingers in his hair, scraping his scalp lightly with your fingernails.
"Make love to me," you said, softly, shyly.
"That was my plan the whole time, love" Bálor chuckled, returning his mouth to yours. He slid his body over yours and slowly began unbuttoning the buttons of your blouse...
The End
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childe hatepage + yoimiya
masterlist | prev | nxt
kunikuzushi - he's better off known as his stage name, scaramouche. he came out of the blue a couple months ago but still loved by all fans around the world. but there is an issue. he is in line for one of the biggest companies in the world: euthymic inc.
kazuha - he is a ghostwriter for mostly celeste and sometimes other people. he opts for the name "scarlet" and is seen under the credits of every song he has written for. however, not everyone knows he is a ghostwriter. only the gc and celeste knows.
childe - a rich boy who has nothing else to do but be the cheerleader in the sidelines. just kidding! he is apart of the )kind of shady but well respected) agency, harbinger. (same agency that scaramouche's under!!)
aether - one of the twin stars with lumine! however, how he got into this gc was a wild one. it started as a plead (from childe) to aether to collaborate with scaramouche to being friends.
yoimiya - a renowned tevyat tuber or youtuber that got viral for making dog-friendly fireworks. later expanded into a channel for gaming or reviewing more fireworks. as well as that, she is also one of the cheerleaders in the sidelines.
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Giovanna Eburneo Explains Why She Is No Longer With WWE (Credit: Fightful.com)
Giovanna Eburneo (Ghi Eburneo) signed with WWE in 2022 as part of the August 2022 recruiting class. Eburneo made a couple of appearances on NXT in December 2022.
In a new video on YouTube, Eburneo revealed she is no longer with WWE and explained why.
The video is in Portuguese and Fightful compiled the following notes and quotes:
Tried out with WWE in 2017 in Chile.
Did not know how the tryout worked and everyone had a character. They told her it "wasn't her time" in 2017 but that "her time would come."
She was contacted at the start of the pandemic for another tryout. Only did the promo tryout and felt much more comfortable.
After the pandemic, she was messaged that she had been selected to join WWE.
Was very excited to sign her contract and said she was "rich" after converting the money to Brazilian. The person she has spoke to had left the company and she was unsure if she would still be in the company.
After months had passed, she got her contract and signed it.
When she arrived in Orlando, everything went wrong.
"I experienced a shooting in a mall. I was in a restroom with six women, terrified, hearing shots, praying to God. I messaged the company, people who manage it, telling them where I was, that I was in a restroom with girls who didn't speak my language as I only spoke Portuguese and didn't speak English. I arrived without understanding anything."
Calmed down after the incident and started to settle.
Started looking for an apartment and a car, and found that things were more expensive. Found a car that was not worth the price. "I liked it, but it was a mistake. I was deceived. I didn't hear the noises the car was making because I'm a woman, you know? I liked the car and I didn't see any problems and they sold me the car."
Says living in Orlando is expensive. Dreams of being rich in Brazil started to fade.
Problems started when she would have to drive to shows. She didn't want to drive alone because it wasn't safe. She tried making friends but it was hard with the language barrier. She said she was new and already on TV, which caused jealousy.
"People didn't want to help or give me a ride. Even those who spoke my language didn't help. There was rivalry within the company. We could have a bad time and say: hey, you're like me, you're the same as me, you're from my country, let's hold hands and go to the show together, let's help each other."
Says the situation became increasingly difficult and she started feeling unwell and sensing something bad would happen. "I began experiencing panic and anxiety."
"In December 2022, my anxiety escalated. I was training and fell, not recalling hitting my head, only my back. When I stood up, I felt a blackout in my head, like everything stopped. I continued training, but the next day, while driving and talking to my mom, I felt a THUMP in my head. I felt the same blackout sensation in my head. As if my head were stopping for a minute. I began to worry as it had happened twice. That night, I felt the sensation again while lying in bed."
Contacted the company because she was worried. They claimed she had a concussion. She demanded to undergo a medical exam. No one would go to her with the exam. The exam showed nothing. She started feeling good and no longer had the THUMP feeling for a week.
She then started feeling tired and no longer had the desire to train. She started seeing herself as old and tired. She said that water started to taste different and it would mess with her mentally.
Went to do weight training and noticed that her hair was shorter. She sent a photo to her mom and her mom told her that nothing was wrong and that it was all in her head.
When she went home, she combed her hair and a clump came out. Was worried something was happening to her. She talked to people and WWE and doctors, begged to go to Brazil. She said they didn't let her go to Brazil in December because she had just arrived in July, but she saw all the Americans going home for Christmas to see their family except her.
She said she was not well, and that they did let her go home to Brazil. Her family told her she was not okay. She found an unknown AirTag tracker in her suitcase that was connected to her phone. She began crying and worried that someone was following her.
She said her sadness and anxiety was getting worse. She thought someone was entering her apartment and drugging her because the water tasted different and her hair was falling out.
She sent an email to WWE saying she would not be returning. She said she sent the AirTag back to WWE and filed a police report in Orlando. She says the process is still ongoing and that she hopes to one day find out who the person was that put the AirTag in her bag.
WWE made several offers and proposals for her to return, but she is not going to risk her life or her family's life. She says it's dangerous for her to live in the country and she had to do this for herself.
She thanked fans for their support and is sad that she couldn't live out her dream.
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Cannot believe I cried over this man when I found out that he was being drafted to Smackdown, only to see them practically bury him AGAIN💔 Like the last we saw him was in that 4 way match in august I think
Give me my rich white boy back😭��😭 seeing La Knight and Solo made me think back to all my nxt loves of the recent years💔💔
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Three Cigarettes In An Ashtray
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Warning: angst, drinking
Summary: You reflect back on the love you lost. Inspired by- Patsy Cline's - Three cigarettes in an ashtray.
A/N: Based off; Would you hold it against me universe. Can be read as stand-alone.
Today marked six months of your and Ike's engagement, to top it up; your wedding was set to happen in two weeks. So, you being pissed at Ike dragging you all the way to Havana along with him for some stupid-last-minute-meeting, would be justified.
After a huge argument between Ike and you, now here you silently sat inside some nightclub; pretending to be enjoying yourself alongside strangers, while Ike and you weren't even on speaking terms with each other.
Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I in a small cafe
Then a stranger came along
And everything went wrong
Now there's three cigarettes in the ashtray (In the ashtray)
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The show hadn't started yet, so you took the opportunity to excuse yourself from the table to go to the restroom.
Fixing your hair in the mirror, you pause when your engagement ring gleamed back at you in the flection.
All thoughts of anger instantly disappearing as you remembered how much you love Ike Evans, regardless of his stubborn nature.
With softer looking eyes, you silently nod at your reflection in agreement; that you would make peace with Ike. With that thought in mind; you cheerfully exited the restroom.
You make it just in time, the show starting mere seconds after you sat down.
Reaching out to hold Ike's hand, you were surprised at him pulling away from your hold as he silently stared in fascination at the stage.
Frowning, you look toward what Ike was staring at on the stage, with furrowed brows; you looked at the dancer his attention was on, then back to him and that's when it hits you.
That gut-wrenching-feeling of heartbreak as you found in Ike's eyes that same look he had once given you the first time you met six months ago, what made the agony worse; was this time around the look was ten-times fiercer than with you.
I watched her take him from me
And his love is no longer my own
Now they are gone and I sit alone
And watch one cigarette burn away
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You could feel the shattering of your heart with each minute the show dragged on, the hardest blow came when Ike enquired the dancer's name from his associate.
The final blow came with one deadly sentence; "Ike Evans, meet Vera Cruz..."
And just like that, you brokenheartedly watched as the love-of-your-life slipped through your fingers.
Now here you sat; in that same nightclub in Chicago that you met Ike almost two years ago. A faint smirk crosses your lips while lifting a glass to it, as you remember for a split-second the good days you and he once had.
Once the alcohol hits your tongue though; the bitter frown returns when the memory of another exact scene that occurred in Havana is triggered as well.
She was probably living it up in the rich lifestyle she had acquired so quickly; Vera Cruz had not soon after that night in Havana become, Vera Evans.
You had brokenheartedly watched as Vera lured Ike in with her charms.
You had sat in a catatonic state as you listened to Ike explain that he had fallen out of love with you.
Where was Ike Evans now?
Off somewhere in Miami; running some bigshot hotel, with his trophy-wife latched onto his arm.
And here you sat, all alone in that nightclub in Chicago; no one to love, no one that loved you.
I watched her take him from me
And his love is no longer my own
Now they are gone and I sit alone
And watch one cigarette burn away...
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i wanna briefly add to the discussion that this is why i think guys like nigel mcguinness are important to the current televised wrestling world. obviously he used to be a wrestler himself; he's able to bring insight and his personal experiences into conveying to the audience what's going on in the match. it's so rich with information and knowledge that it's accessible to the average viewer...
but it's not dry and overbearing! he balances it with being entertaining and expressive; he's got his typical british charm and humour, he's able to banter with his co-commentators, he's willing to talk extensively about both heel and face wrestlers, he's actively providing context and history and describing dynamics and the significance of spots or interactions...
people forget how much excitement and authenticity a good commentator can bring to a match (i remember guys like mauro on the black & gold nxt brand so fondly, for example), and how integral they become to your experience of a promotion.
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Kaia n Austin both strike me as folks who cant stay single for too long so even if they break up one day i can see them both moving on to the nxt person within a couple of months (like both JE n Kaia already did) 😅 no shade, some folks just lik that.
Both him n Kaia prob learned you dnt have to publicise the relationship yrself if your working with the paps cuz they can do all that for you 😭 we may never see them posts each other on their main IG (ik Kaia had him on a IG story once wen she was showimg off her vanity fair outfit) or talk about each other in an interview (lik Austin avoided doing that one time) bt we consistently see them doing a pap walk multiple times in a month or at an event posing together
Yea, you're right lol. Most celebrities don't stay single for long.
I get it! You're rich, attractive, famous, nice, etc.... like, I get it. It's hard to be single when you have all of that going for you lol 😅
Chiiiiilllle....I know one thing...... The day Austin and Kaia ever break up (if they ever do) lawwwd I will say a prayer for Austin lol😩🙏🏾
I saw how women young AND old were looking at him during awards season rofl 🤣 😂
That man's gonna have to get a bodyguard cuz those women gonna be after him like white on rice if word ever gets out that he's single again rofl 🤣 😂
Lord help him if that ever happens lol 😆 🙏🏾 😅🤣
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Who is the new member of Anoa'i that can make his debut in WWE?
The Anoa’i family has undoubtedly been the most dominant wrestling family in the history of the sport If a family has members like, The Rock, Yokozuna, Rikishi, Roman Reigns, The Usos, Solo Sikoa, Afa, Sika, Umaga, one can imagine just the passion that flows in the family.
To add to the list of Samoan Superstars, Rikishi recently posted a photo of his fourth son introducing him to the pro-wrestling audience, Solo and the Usos’ brother Jeremiah who goes by the nameofThamikoT. Fatu was introduced by his father, WWE Hall of Famer Rikishi on Instagram recently with the caption,
"Another one. Get ready #thamikotuuhetokafatu #Tokollso THAMI KO T. FATU #FatuLegacy for bookings contact link in bio.. tows
The list of accolades by the Anoa’i family are too many to list dating back to the 80s when High Cheif Peter Maivia, Afa and Sika (The Wild Samoans) were the big players in the game. The family name was then carried further by the likes of WWE Hall of Famers, Yokozuna and Rikishi who ruled the 90s along with arguably the biggest drawer in the pro-wrestling business, Dwayne 'The Rock’ Johnson.
Umaga was portrayed as a dominant Somoan bulldozer in the late 2000s who unfortunately passed away before he could reach his fullest potential in WWE. The 2010s saw the rise of the next generation of the Anoa’i family to dominate the tag division of WWE for almost a decade in the form of Jey and Jimmy Usos.
They are currently one of the best tag-team in the sport. 2022 saw the call-up of their younger brother Solo Sikoa to the main roster from NXT, who has been a wrecking force for the Bloodline since his debut in September last year.
Apart from them, the biggest star that the WWE got from this family is the current reigning defending undisputed Universal WWE Champion Roman Reigns. His title reign is set to complete 1000 days which has not been seen in the past 40 years of the championship. It is not at all surprising how successful most of the members from the family have been looking at the level of effort they put into their work.
Yokozuna was known for his skills in the ring despite being over 500 pounds, unfortunately, passed away in 2000 at a very young age. He is still looked upon by all his peers as a great professional wrestler.
Dwayne 'The Rock’ Johnson became one of the top-grossing actors in Hollywood after ruling the most successful era in pro-wrestling along with the likes of Stone Cold Steve Austin, Triple H, The Undertaker, Mankind and fellow Samoan Rikishi. Apart from the success in WWE, Rikishi also had brief runs in other promotions such as TNA in the early 2000s.
Looking at the rich history of this family, it won’t be surprising to see Thamiko in WWE and put on a dominant performance just like his brothers and other family members.
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Welcome to a special two-part episode of Wonderful World of Darklords! We found ourselves completely unable to contain the discussion of Disney's most adult, complex villain in a single episode. It's not our fault (nostra culpa); we're not to blame (nostra culpa); it was the Disney film that called for our acclaim (nostra maxima culpa). Join Tom, Rachel, and semi-professional Frollo antagonist Kris Newton as we delve into the Cite de Notre Dame and its lord. Topics discussed include:
An act of ultimate darkness that draws on another work of gothic literature, which lets us give Frollo some supernatural powers even though you just know he hates magic;
How the domain already reflects Frollo's personality and torment, even though it doesn't have a single other hypocritical, genocidal judge;
The most exciting point in the events of the movie to set the status quo, giving your PCs the opportunity to take advantage of all those delicious fracture points and tension lines instead of letting the NPCs do it for them;
The thematic richness that's already overflowing from Notre Dame Cathedral, the Palace of Justice, and the Court of Miracles, and how to reflect it with both flavor and mechanics;
and more! Including, believe it or not, the gargoyles.
The full writeup for Cite de Notre Dame is available for free on DM's Guild: https://www.dmsguild.com/product/427121/Notre-Dame-A-Ravenloft-Domain-of-Dread-3-13?affiliate_id=241770&fbclid=IwAR2LTVCoytdbit3aVfa0_n7zLRMdBtVRqlzK_V8gqlbdfwjoS1s3HpRZoQ4
You can find Kris at the now-completed Gameable Podcast (@gameabledisneypodcast), the on-hiatus MegaDumbCast (https://megadumbcast.podbean.com/ and https://www.patreon.com/megadumbcast), and the still-active NXT Wrestling Fan (https://nxtwrestlingfan.libsyn.com/)
All music recordings are in the public domain (mark 1.0) and are licensed through https://musopen.org:
Chopin Nocturne in B-Flat Minor, Op. 9 No.1 (main theme), performed by Eduardo Vinuela
Chopin Etude Op. 25, No. 12 in C Minor: “Ocean” (darklord theme), performed by Edward Neeman
Chopin Nocturne in F Minor, Op. 55 No. 1 (land theme), performed by Luke Faulkner
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Watching old NXT and current AEW at the same time is hilarious to me because I go back and forth from seeing Roddy Strong as some dude who’s desperately simping for his best friend, and that same dude that’s desperately trying to prove himself and is a rags-to-riches story
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Seth to the crowd: "... just like all of you, I grew up in the midwest. Yeah, I'm a midwestern kid too but you know what? That is where the similarities between all of you and me come to a very abrupt end. Because I knew, unlike all of you, that from a very young age I was destined to be more than some pathetic, midwestern piece of trailer park trash. ...I am famous, I am rich, I am somebody."
I find this very interesting like, he's doing the classic heel talks shit about the town they're in thing but I also think it also carries a lot of weight for his character
When he was in NXT his whole thing was being like, an underdog with a dream and something to prove, which fits with growing up in a small town without a lot of money and no prospects, and like, you can go the inspirational route with that, or you can go the villain route lmao and I guess Seth was so desperate to be Somebody and be Loved that he was willing to be a monster to get it, which is actually super similar to Cody's character, but by doing these horrible things he thought he had to do to make it, and "selling out", he never earned the respect and love of the audience, like as hard as he tried he never /made it/ (like Cody) and it wasn't until he made the decision to just be Himself, that people finally showed him the love and adoration he'd been desperate for for his whole career (like Cody)
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Jimmy and Jey and Stardust and Goldust are doing a How Well Do You Know Your Bro? gameshow lmao
He's so excited to be here lmao
Jimmy can do a flawless Kel from Kenan and Kel impression
They're so CUTE
Stop, they got JBL with a your mom joke
OMFG
Stardust growing increasingly more desperate as space fact after space fact isn't working while trying to get Goldust to guess the word Milkshake: "it brings all the boy's to the yard!"
Goldust: "Uranus!" Omfg??????????? AN EXPLICIT MEN LOVE CODY'S ASS JOKE? IN MY SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT?????
HIS FACE
SHOCK, BETRAYAL
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