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geopsych · 1 year

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View south toward the Pinnacle in springtime.

#pennsylvania #landscape #the pinnacle #may #springtime #hills

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maxwelljacobfriedman · 9 months

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sensing some unresolved issues

#mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #adam cole #ftr #dax harwood #cash wheeler #the pinnacle #rip #aew dynamite

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thestickguy · 21 days

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fascinating: fascinating animated projection of how a simulated tesseract rotates in 4D space

#the pinnacle #4d #5d #6d #7d #8d #9d #10d #11d #12d #13d #14d #48 #t

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elkitot · 10 months

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My 5 year old niece has started calling MJF “Sprinkle Butt”

And I Will Now only be referring to him as “Sprinkle Butt”

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let-me-love-you-loki · 4 months

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... Ready For It?--Ch. 3

Chapter 3

I could still hear my mother calling my name, even as I hurried ahead of Wardlow. I’d known that going with the surprise heel turn was going to mess things up with my family until I could explain, but I hadn’t anticipated wanting to get away from them. They’d understand. I knew it. Dad and Papa would understand why I’d done this, why I’d kept it from them. Nikki would understand, too. Eventually.

Fear slipped into my stomach. What if they didn’t? What if they decided that I’d gone too far by stabbing them all in the back for a storyline that I hadn’t warned them about? My heart clenched in my chest, snatching every molecule of air from my lungs. I came up short, gagging and gasping for breath.

Wardlow practically ran into my back, knocking me forward. My body moved on instinct, trying to turn around and take the bump on my back and shoulders rather than my hands and arms. I closed my eyes, tucked my chin into my chest. Instead of hitting the ground, a pair of muscled arms wrapped around my middle.

“Easy, easy,” Wardlow said, his voice rumbling through his chest. The hand holding the car keys from Aunt Kat dug into my stomach. The discomfort was enough to drag me back into the here and now.

It took a moment for me to get settled back on my feet. The momentary wave of doubt had become a leaden weight attaching itself to my guts. It was like telling Papa that I wasn’t his daughter. What I’d chosen to do in that ring tonight had changed my family forever.

I was just too much of a coward to stick around right now and find out.

“You okay?” he asked. There was a mixture of concern and surprise in his voice. I suppose you didn’t get tackled and kissed on live television every day. “If we’re running, we better run. Your mom is still coming.”

The words jumped through my brain, kickstarting the panic in my chest. “Let me go,” I shouted, struggling against the hold of his arms. “Give me the keys and let me go!”

His arm hitched around me tighter as he let out a faint laugh. I barely registered the fact that he had wrenched me completely off the ground and was jogging toward Aunt Kat’s car. The taillights flashed as the key fob pressed into my ribs.

“Mattea Kourtney!” Mom’s voice echoed through the parking lot. It felt as if it were coming from everywhere all at once. The first tears started to burn in the corners of my eyes.

“Come on,” he grunted as he dropped me on my feet at the passenger side. Wardlow yanked the door open so hard that I was afraid it was going to rip off. Before I could think, he’d practically shoved me into the car. “Buckle up.”

Once second, Wardlow was standing beside me on my right. The next he was squeezing his huge frame behind the steering wheel on my left. He swore and fumbled for the lever beneath the seat, letting it click back as far as it would go.

Mom’s face appeared between the cars two rows over. She couldn’t miss the car, not now that the engine was running and the lights were on. “Hurry! Hurry! Let’s go!”

Wardlow snapped his head around to face me, even as he threw the car into gear and practically skidded out of the spot. “Hey, you’re the reason I’m taking off like I’ve robbed a bank or something. I didn’t wake up this morning with the plan to be your getaway driver!”

I heard her call my name one more time before we peeled out of the arena parking lot and onto the street. The tires squealed as Wardlow turned the corner. Horns honked as cars swerved around us. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of the engine. I’d been in Aunt Kat’s car enough to feel comfortable by the faint rattle of the car seat in the back.

“So,” Wardlow said after several minutes of uncomfortable silence. “That was… honestly, what was that?”

I sighed and practically put my head between my knees. The sight of Papa’s blood on my Nike made me want to vomit. “A bad idea. That’s what it was.”

My stomach clenched and I had to clamp my lips together to hold back the feeling of nausea. I breathed hard through my nose until the feeling lessened. “It was Bub and Max. Really, it was Bub. He talked me into it.”

“Bub?” I could hear his arched brow.

“Tony.”

“Oh. Your family seemed pretty surprised,” he replied. I could feel him looking at me from the corner of his eyes. “Angry. They seemed angry. Pissed even. Furious.”

“You don’t have to go through the whole thesaurus, I get it.” Bile settled in the back of my throat. “Because I didn’t tell them. Nobody knew except me, Bub, and Max.”

The quiet settled again, heavy and stifling.

“I feel bad enough,” I spat after a few minutes. “You don’t have to judge me, too.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

My face burned. I could feel a simmering anger start to rise into my chest. “You don’t have to. I can sense your smug disdain.”

“Hey,” Wardlow growled, swerving the onto the shoulder and slamming on the brakes. The top of my head smacked into the dashboard. I swore under my breath. Drivers laid on their horns as they passed, a few even throwing up the finger at us. He threw the car in park and turned toward me. “You’re the one who came rushing at me in front of several thousand people. You’re the one who got me into this mess and dragged me out of the arena with your mother literally screaming behind us. So don’t act like you have this great moral high ground, Mattie Jackson.”

“Take me back, then! Take me back.”

“No!”

We sat glaring at each other. Wardlow’s eyes were dark and somehow seemed to be sparkling. The set of his jaw made him look almost menacing. I couldn’t make my brain slow down long enough to understand why he was acting this way. The quiet went on and on, the only sound was the heavy sound of our breathing.

Without a word, he turned away and pulled back out onto the road. He had a white-knuckle grip on the wheel. He kept his eyes straight forward and his jaw set. I settled back against the seat and closed my eyes. My heart felt like it was going to burst straight out of my chest it was beating so hard.

The real weight of what I’d done—how I’d betrayed my family on national television—crashed in at once. Papa’s blood was on my shoes. I’d superkicked Nikki so hard that I’d knocked her out, even if I didn’t mean to. Dad had looked at me like I’d completely broken his heart. And Mom… Jesus Christ, Mom was going to kill me when she finally got her hands on me. My parents would probably go after Bub for all of this, too. For all I knew, they already had.

When the first tear came, it brought with it a flood. At first it was a silent sort of crying. Tears running down my cheeks in rivulets while I tried desperately to catch my breath and get a grip. After a few moments, I gasped and doubled over, falling into a complete and total ugly cry that filled the small space between us. Time stopped. I didn’t know how long it had been since I’d ran from the arena to get away from the consequences of my decisions.

A gentle hand settled on my shoulder. I sat up and looked toward Wardlow, knowing full well that my face was red and puffy from tears. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep the ugly snot cry from getting any worse.

“Come on, Little Jackson,” Wardlow said, his voice surprisingly soft. It was then that I realized that we had stopped in the parking lot of a Waffle House. “Things always look better after some loaded hashbrowns.”

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hikuleo-archive · 1 year

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the field is the world; and as for the good seed, these are the sons of the kingdom; and the tares are the sons of the evil one; and the enemy who sowed them is the devil, and the harvest is the end of the age; - Matthew 13:38-40

AEW Dynamite ⇢ 03.10.2021 | 10.26.2022

#aew dynamite #aewedit #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #stokely hathaway #the firm #the pinnacle #the inner circle #i wouldn't normally use a bible quote because i am not very religious and don't want to disrespect anyone who is #but the quote worked so well

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crunkmouse · 1 year

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#my edit #the band ghost #cardinal copia plushie #amas #the pinnacle

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stardust-genius · 2 years

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#mjf #aew #cash wheeler #dax harwood #wardlow #the pinnacle

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houseofpunk · 2 years

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Wtf Cash 👀

#i am just lapping up the miniscule crumbs they sprinkle in front of me #WHAT DOES IT MEAN #maybe nothing? maybe everything?#aew #all elite wrestling #mjf #cash wheeler #the pinnacle #ftr #maxwell jacob friedman

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howifeltabouthim · 2 months

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. . . it was the best night of your life. The best sex, with anyone, even with him. Because in the dark you felt loved and wanted, more than you loved or wanted him.

Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover