#gabriel kidd

[joearlikelikeswrestling]

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[elitehanitje]

Gabe Kidd put Speedball Mike Bailey's toe into his mouth

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[kayfabe-is-king]

Gabe Kidd deserves a standing ovation for his performance. He is truly the future of New Japan and the company is so much better for it. Even Tanahashi was brought to tears.

[xomegaman]

A showdown with Gabe Kidd at Tokyo Dome!

"AEW" Kenny Omega returns to New Japan!

"WRESTLE DYNASTY"

January 5, 2025 (Sunday) Start: 13:00 (1pm usa time!)

[siwonineedmoney]

They are 5 years old.

[akirafrancesco]

Via Mima Shimoda Instagram stories

[littlemagicalstardust]

[d-moloney]

[princedevitt]

[elitehanitje]

Gabe Kidd says Hiroshi Tanahashi used to give him an hour of his day DAILY when he needed mental support years ago. Fast forward to Wrestle Kingdom 19, Tanahashi cried after Gabe had that incredible match with Kenny Omega.

[questintheskies]

Kenny Omega and Gabe Kidd got into a brawl after Kenny's NJPW speech. A possible match at Wrestle Dynasty is being set up!

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Dog Pound

David Finlay X fem Reader Warnings: Blood, violence, weapons, stitches

Word count: 2K Main Masterlist

Summary: Bullet Club War Dogs find themself back in the dog pound as they fight House of Torture in a loser leaves Bulley Club match. Despite being in a similar situation with the United Empire last year, David Finlay feels different about this one. Maybe it’s because House of Torture are more vicious, or perhaps it’s because this time around, he finds himself in love with fellow War Dog member Y/n. David knows Y/n can take care of herself as she’s done this before, but in the back of his mind, David knows he would never forgive himself if something happened to her. He knows the lengths that HoT would go to in order to remain in Bullet Club and the thought terrifies him. 

This wasn’t anything new. We had done this all before, so why was I so nervous? The last time the War Dogs and I had been in a Dog Pound steel cage match was January of 2024. Drilla, Clark, Gabe, Y/n and I went to war and found ourselves victorious. We fought to the deaths and were left bloodied and bruised. Fortunately for us, this time we knew what to expect. These gruesome matches became the norm for us, so why did I feel so different about this one? 

That night, I couldn't sleep; I worried about what would occur the next day. This fight was different. We had more to prove, more to fight for. The last time we did this, we fought to end Will Osprey's New Japan Pro Wrestling career. I knew the United Empire didn’t have what it takes. They lacked that killer instinct. Many of Osprey's boys had never experienced the feeling of blood trickling down their faces; they were soft and scared. I knew it would be easy. This time we fought for Bullet Club. We were fighting for our spot; this time, we had something to lose. I knew what House of Torture was capable of. It was in the name “Torture”. They were known for their unorthodox style and violence. They would slowly pick apart their opponents, torturing them slowly. I knew that better than everybody else. I knew I would be able to handle whatever they threw at me. As the leader of Bullet Club War Dogs, I knew it would be my job to take the majority of the punishment. That didn’t bother me; I wasn’t worried about myself. I was worried about her. 

I watched as Y/n lay next to me, sleeping peacefully. Her exposed back faced me as she slept. I focused on her breathing, the way her ribs rose and fell with each breath. I took note of the scars and beauty marks that scattered her skin. I cringed at the large bruise on her hip that peeked out of the waistband of her shorts. It was only in the past year that we began dating, and everything had changed. In my soul, I knew this fight would be nothing like we expected. I trusted Y/n. I knew what she was capable of and could take care of herself, but this time, I fell in love with her. I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to her. I held her close, her warm skin against mine as I said a prayer under my breath. 

I woke up that morning to the scent of fresh coffee and bacon. Thank god I had put pants on because when I entered the kitchen, I was greeted with the rest of Bullet Club War Dogs. “Good Morning, sleepy head,” Y/n said as she handed me a cup of coffee and placed a delicate kiss on my cheek. It was tradition, every morning before a big match, we would all meet up and have breakfast together. I was there with everyone physically, but mentally, I was not. My trance was broken by a flying piece of bacon. “What’s up with you? You haven’t said a word all morning?” Gabe said. “I’m just thinking,” I replied, “About what?” Y/n asked curiously I didn’t respond. “Respectfully, House of Torture won’t stand a chance. Sure, they are crazy, but so are we. If anything, they should be the ones scared of us.” Y/n said, trying to reassure me. The look in her eyes was one filled with sympathy. It was like she could see right through me, into my mind, into my soul. “We will be okay, it’s nothing we haven’t done before”. My worries grew throughout breakfast; I feared they would use Y/n to get to me. Besides the War Dogs, nobody knew we were seeing each other. We weren't going out of our way to hide it, but we didn’t go telling people we were dating. “She’s going to be fine. She’s done this before. We will all be there to make sure nothing bad happens to her,” Drilla told me. “I get it, you’re in love with her. You would never forgive yourself if something happened to her, but the thing is, nothing will happen. You and I both know that this is nothing for her. You’ve seen firsthand the gruesome matches she’s been in. I doubt House of Torture will pull out any lightbulbs or set her on fire. And if shit goes south there are the four of us that will be there to protect her”.  

The morning was a blur; I don’t remember much of breakfast or that afternoon. Before I knew it, we were in our locker room getting ready for war. I had found myself alone with Y/n for the first time all day. I stood in the middle of the room with my arms around her body, holding her as close to me as I could. “I don’t have a good feeling about this,” I told her truthfully. “It’s going to be okay, David, I promise. Nothing will happen-” “But what if something bad does happen, Y/n?. You don’t know how fucked up these guys are. This is way different from the United Empire. They won’t go easy on you." “I would hope they wouldn't go ‘easy on me’. Honestly, I’m tired of you always thinking I’m going to die. Ever since we started going out, you have begun treating me differently. I’m not a child, so stop treating me like one. I will be fine. Now, if I were you, I would get it together. We are on in 5,” Y/n said as she exited the locker room, frustrated. 

“The plan is simple, get in there, bust some heads open and get the fuck out of there. We will look out for each other and help one another. We need to work as a team. Y/n put some more weapons under the ring that we can use. Stay alert at all times and don’t do anything too stupid. For Bullet Club!” I gave the dogs one final pep talk, and we were gone. Marching down to the ring in our matching camo outfits, ready to inflict pain. 

In our previous dog pound match, we had all entered the ring at different times, the match only beginning once all 10 people had entered the ring. This time, we had all entered at once. It was crowded, bodies flying everywhere as war broke out. Everyone was covered in blood, whether it was their own or not. Drilla had used Sanada’s guitar against him, cracking it over his head. Clark had pulled a bottle of whisky out from under the ring, offering us all a drink before shattering it. Using the glass to inflict punishment on HoT. Everything was going to plan. Drilla had entered the match with a bandolier of forks across his chest, which he and Y/n used to bust open Ren Narita and Sho.

The longer the match went, the more gruesome it had become. For the most part everything was going well, HoT knew they were screwed but wouldn't go quietly. Kanemaru and I were going at it in the middle of the ring when a familiar screech caught my attention. I watched as Evil climbed up the side of the cage, tightly holding Y/n in a fireman's carry as she desperately tried to break the hold. I watched as she was powerbombed through two stacked tables from the top of the cage. I tried to get to her lifeless body, but was met with a steel chair to my skull from Sho. Everything went dark.

When I came too, I found myself handcuffed to the steel cage with a chain wrapped around my throat. Y/n lay face down at my feet, not moving an inch. I was defenceless. Just then, Sanada and Kanemaru began walking towards us with a sick look on their faces. Y/n now knelt in front of me, the men holding her in place so she wouldn't move. Just then, Evil appeared with my broken Shillelagh, using the split wood to reopen the gash on her head. I tried to move, do anything, but it was no use. Sho sat on top of the cage, pulling on the chain, removing all the oxygen from my lungs. It was a three-on-one assault; Drilla and Clark were down. No one was coming to save us. I was forced to watch the blood pour out of Y/n’s skull. Dripping down her beautiful face. Her y/c eyes popped with the blood. Her y/c hair was stained red. My blood was boiling, and the lack of oxygen to my brain was causing my adrenaline to rise. I tried to move, but my wrists were cuffed to the cage. I could see Y/n fighting, trying to reach me, but the men were just too strong.

Just then, I felt a surge of adrenaline wash over me. I couldn't listen to her screams any longer. Using everything I had left in me, I was somehow able to break the chains that restricted me. The chain link flying in pieces as I collapsed. I threw my body on top of Y/n’s shielding her from further punishment. At this very moment, everything was quiet, time had stopped. The crowd was trying to process what they had seen. Gabe was the only one left standing. He, too, was busted open. He and Ren Narita had sliced each other open with barbed wire. I didn’t know how much more we could take. Just then, Gabe pulled out the barbed wire table Y/n had made earlier in the day, and I knew it was over. A very bloody Gabe Kidd hit an avalanche piledriver on Ren Narita, sending him head-first through the barbed wire table to secure the victory. 

The war was over. House of Torture was out of Bullet Club for good. The War Dogs are now the only faction in Bullet Club. Clark and Drilla had to pry me off Y/n. If people didn’t know we were together before, they sure would now. “You’re okay, it’s over now,” I quietly said to Y/n as I helped her to her feet. The five of us took our time stepping into the ring. We admired the murder scene we had created. Glass, thumb tacks and barbed wire scattered the canvas that had been stained with blood. Broken tables, chairs and a variety of other weapons lay outside the ring, with some stuck in the steel cage. Narita remained in the ring. His body was caught in the barbed wire as the ref tried to cut him out. My body ached, my mind was foggy, but I was proud. Proud of what we did. We stood in the center of the ring, hands in the air, celebrating our victory. Some cheered for us while others struggled to process the events that had just occurred. 

We were victorious, but at what cost? We were all bleeding like pigs. The wounds were so deep that the medical staff struggled to stop the bleeding. The five of us sat in the medical room, looking like something out of a horror movie. As I pulled shards of glass out of Y/n’s back, she laughingly told all of us, “My head hurts.” We couldn't help but return the laugh. “I mean, you did have a piece of wood stuck in your forehead and have about a dozen stitches,” I told her. “Other than that I’m fine. We all got a bit bloodied and bruised, some more than others, but that was expected. We knew what we were getting into, and we made it out alive. That’s all that matters. The Bullet Club War Dogs live to see another day.” Y/n had a point. At the end of the day, we won. We knew we would have to dig deep and play a bit dirty, but we won. I was so proud of everyone. We were able to prove once again that we were a threat. The locker room was on notice. They knew what would happen if they messed with us, and they were terrified. It didn’t matter what happened next, I had my Dogs and that’s all that mattered. There are my Dogs for real for a reason.