#kickpads

[orange-catsidy]

[the-kipsabian]

i also just noticed new gear details and im unwell :)

[tache-noire]

HI EDDIE HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI BABY HI

[axsl768]

(via Roland TD-17 KVX E-Drumset)

TD-17KVX 100 Drum-Kits 100 (davon 50 Presets) 310 Instrumente User Sample – Größe des internen Speichers: 32M byte – Anzahl der User-Samples: maximal 100 (inkl. die ab Werk geladenen User-Samples) – Länge (gesamt): 295 Sekunden in mono bzw. 148 Sekunden in stereo – Dateiformat: WAV (44.1 kHz, 16/24 bit) Kit-Effekte – Ambience: 25 Typen – Multi-Effekte: 30 Typen – Pad Equalizer: für jedes der Pads verfügbar Master-Effekte: Bass (EQ), Treble (EQ) Bluetooth – Unterstützte Standards: Bluetooth Ver 4.2 – Unterstützte Profile: A2DP (Audio), GATT (MIDI over Bluetooth Low Energy) – Codec: SBC (unterstützt das Verschlüsselungssystem der SCMS-T-Methode) Song Player Dateiformat: WAV (44.1 kHz, 16/24 bit), MP3 (Audiodaten müssen auf der SD-Karte gesichert werden)    Recorder – Aufnahmemethode: Realtime (Echtzeit) – Maximale Länge: 60 min (Temporär-Aufnahme: 3 min) (Für die Aufnahme von Songs muss eine SD-Karte eingesteckt sein. Wenn keine SD-Karte eingesteckt ist, kann nur eine Temporär-Aufnahme in der Länge von ca. 3 Minuten durchgeführt werden) – Dateiformat: WAV (44.1 kHz, 16 bit) Display: 128 x 64 Punkte, grafikfähiges LCD (beleuchtet) Smartphone -Ablage am Modul Abmessungen (Bx T x H): ca. 1,3 x 1,1 x 1,2 m Gewicht: 24,8 kg

Drumhocker

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Lieferumfang

1 x TD-17 Modul 1 x PDX-12 Snare Pad 3 x PDX-8 Tom Pad 1 x VH-10 Hi-hat Pad 2 x CY-12C Crash Pad 1 x CY-13R Ride Pad 1 x KD-10 Kick Pad 1 x MDS-4KVX Drum Rack 1 x XDrum DHS-1 Schlagzeughocker 1 Paar XDrum Sticks 5B Wood Tip 1 x XDrum Pro Single Fußmaschine 1 x XDrum HiHat-Maschine Pro 1 x Pronomic KDJ-1000 DJ-Kopfhörer

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

DOMINK DOMINK DOMINK FICS

●Dominik Mysterio x Reader●

Summary: Someone from Dom's past returns.

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*Y/N's POV*

Walking into gorilla looking at the tv seeing Dom and Rhea making their way to the ring, I take off my sweatshirt laying it on the chair. I watch the TV hearing Rhea talking about how there is no more women on the roster that can stand toe to toe with her. I fix my kickpads still watching the TV. This is my return to the ring since I was out with an injury and everything changed with Dom. One of the producers walks over to me and hands me a microphone. I grab it and tap on the top of it making sure it's on.

"Woah woah woah."

I walk out of the curtains as my music hits causing the crowd to cheer loudly for me. I do my pose at the top of the ramp than bring the microphone to my mouth as my theme song turns off. Rhea is standing against the ropes staring at me.

"Rhea. Rhea. Did you forget about me?"

I start walking down to the ring.

"Remember breaking my leg two years ago?"

I climb into the ring and look at her.

"Remember that? Yeah? Well now, I'm fully healed.... and coming for you."

I get in her face and she gets in mine. I bring the microphone up to my mouth.

"Also seems like someone's little Dom Dom has seen a ghost."

I throw the microphone on the mat as Rhea turns around, walks over to Dom and lightly slaps his face. Dom shakes his head and looks at her. I grab Rhea's arm, whip her around and go to hit her with a forearm. She ducks, rolls out of the ring and I hit Dom in the jaw really hard. He falls on the mat and I turn towards Rhea walking up the ramp. I pull Dom over to the corner, climb up to the top rope and do a moonsault landing on Dom. I stand up, lean against the ropes and point at Rhea.

"You're next!"

She shakes her head no and I push Dom out of the ring. She grabs him as I celebrate with the crowd. They make their way to the back and the show goes to commercial. I climb out of the ring and make my way to the back.

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*In my locker room*

Taking my kickpads off, I hear someone start banging on my door. I look at the door confused, walk over to it and open it seeing Dom standing there with his arms crossed.

"What do you want?"

He pushes past me into my locker room and I roll my eyes closing the door.

"What was that out there Y/N? You clocked me in the jaw than hit me with a moonsault?"

"I was making a statement to your Mami."

"But I mean you really hit me hard. My mouth was bleeding."

"Does the baby boy need to go see a doctor? Do I have to hold your hand while they check on you?"

I say this in a mocking voice and he walks over to me, getting in my face.

"Stop. Right now."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

He raises an eyebrow looking down at me and I smirk looking up at him crossing my arms. He puts both of his hands on the sides of my face looking down at me.

"God I have missed you and your smart mouth."

"Again, what are you gonna do about it?"

He smirks, leans down and kisses me hard. I kiss him back just as hard and run my hands up his shoulders to his neck. We start making out as I run my fingers through his hair. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the couch. He lays me on the couch and starts moving his lips down my neck as I play with his hair. We don't hear the locker room door open as he continues kissing my neck.

"Woah! What did we walk in on?"

I gasp pushing Dom off of me seeing Damian and Finn standing in the doorway. Dom stands up, clears his throat and looks over at them. I gulp and fix my shirt looking down at the ground.

"Ummm Dom, we came looking for you because we have an interview soon."

"But seems like he is pretty busy, huh?"

Finn hits Damian's arm and laughs.

"Guys, get out! I will be there in a minute."

Damian and Finn laugh while walking out of the locker room. I look up at Dom as he leans down to be face to face with me.

"To be continued tonight. I will text you."

He kisses me one last time and makes his way out of my locker room......

[blizzardsuplex]

Classic Rod-dog.

Sucking kickpads from Best Friends with Roderick Strong

[underratedandoverit]

Not Even Thinking Twice

~2k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

i watched bte, im fairly certain i saw oc in the background of kips title "defense" for like a solid second, so cause im like this we have a fic

first thing ive touched in like.. a week. this feels, at least to me, a bit different than my usual style, but it picks up its usual perks closer to the end. i just wanted to do something less angsty and more fun, and i feel like its more of that? also this is my first non-established relationship orangekip fic in forever so yeah the vibes are definitely different lmao

anyways, this is here, i hope its worth anything. they just needed to make out in my brain ajsndkjasnd

on ao3

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Kip chuckled to himself quietly as he waltzed around the locker room, packing his things away for the night. It had been a relatively uneventful and kind of a slow night, but one he had really enjoyed despite all that. As he passed by the couch, Kip stole a glance towards the BTE title comfortably sitting on it, a quick smile gracing his lips at the sight of the gold he held. Well, it was more about finally being able to successfully defend it than just holding it, as he had done that mostly in secret the past year now, but just the sight of the single title belt made him crack a genuine smile.

Folding his tights into his bag, the kickpads and boots soon followed, Kip humming in clear content at his handiworks. As he spun around on his heels, ready to fetch some more items he needed to pack away before leaving the arena to head back to the hotel, he stopped on the spot, eyes locking onto the door as he heard a quiet knock coming from it.

Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, his extremely good mood gone almost instantly just at the mere thought that someone might be needing his attention right now. He sighed, brushing a hand through his hair before making his way across the room, pulling the door open as there was another quiet knock on it.

His eyes narrowed just a little bit more as Kip spotted Orange Cassidy standing on the other side of the door, hand still raised from the previous knock, staring back at Kip through his reflective sunglasses.

“Well if it isn’t my sweet little Clementine.” Kip forced a smile on his lips, gritting his teeth together at the sight of his self-proclaimed arch nemesis. Cassidy just lazily nodded his head as a greeting, leaning against the door frame as his hand dropped down, both of them shooting to the pockets of his jeans. “What a surprise.”

Cassidy didn’t reply back at him, only shrugged his shoulders. Kip stared back at him, eyes quickly looking the denim-clad man up and down. Not that he was expecting anything that was different about him than usually, but Kip was just hoping that fully checking him out would give him some kind of a hint of what the blond wanted from him. Unfortunately for Kip though, he came up with nothing, only looking like a fool by measuring the man standing in front of him.

“…I want a title shot.”

Kip’s eyes shot back up, widening a little at the sudden demanding tone he was getting back from his visitor. He couldn’t hold back a chuckle, it escaping him in a slightly taunting tone, even.

“A title shot? Aren’t you a little mistaken, as I don’t hold any titles around here.”

Cassidy inhaled deeply, looking away for a brief second as if to compose himself before his eyes landed back on Kip. “Not a tv title, Kip. The BTE title. I want a shot at that.”

Kip let out another chuckle, but this time instead of malice, it was filled with nervous energy.

“BTE title? You?” He sighed, almost a wave of relief washing over him as Kip processed his words, finally shaking his head at Cassidy. “Dream on, Clementine. There’s no way you’re ever going to get a shot at gold like that.”

Cassidy shrugged again, his stoic expression never changing despite Kip’s mocking tone.

“Could I at least plead my case?”

Kip stared back at him, brows furrowing in slight confusion. Cassidy clearly came prepared for this encounter and every objection the Brit would be throwing at him, and Kip would have lied if he had said that he wasn’t now interested in hearing about what the blond had in mind. He knew Cassidy more than well enough to understand that he had something interesting up his sleeve for this.

Besides, even if he somehow managed to talk a title shot out of him, Cassidy still had to make it through the stand-ins first before getting a shot at his precious championship gold. The external powers really had to be against him for Kip to lose in this situation.

On the outside he frowned a little as Kip stepped to the side from the doorway, motioning Cassidy to step inside. The blond followed his instructions, Kip watching as he lazily dragged himself into the locker room, Kip shutting the door after him. It didn’t seem to affect Cassidy at all, as the man stopped, glancing around the room, before slowly making his way over to the couch, stopping in front of it to stare at the BTE title that had obviously caught his eye.

Kip walked up to him, stopping next to Cassidy, almost mockingly reaching down for the title belt, throwing it on his shoulder before flashing a grin at the other man who’s eyes followed the movement of the gold that was now at his arms reach.

“As you can see, dearest Clementine,” Kip smirked, giving a little pat to the belt on his shoulder, stopping for a second to admire his reflection on the golden surface of the title. “The title is in safe hands. I doubt anything you can offer me will make you worth a shot at it.”

Cassidy looked at him for a moment before his eyes shifted slightly more towards the title. Kip observed him, waiting for the blond to open his mouth, to talk back at him. That’s what he had come here to do, right? To make his case why he would be the rightful next challenger for the title?

Before Kip could question him about it, Cassidy turned fully towards him, slowly removing the sunglasses from his face. It still occasionally caught Kip off guard with how intense blue his eyes were, this definitely being one of those times as he didn’t even try to fight it as Cassidy reached for the title on his shoulder, removing it with ease and dropping it on the couch, away from Kip’s reach, with a rather loud thud, that seemed to shake the Brit from his trance.

“What--”

Kip wasn’t allowed to finish the sentence as Cassidy suddenly had a fistful of his shirt in his grasp, first pulling the Brit closer before pushing him away, shoving him down on the couch. Being forced to sit down Kip let out a surprised yelp at the suddenly rough handling of himself, being too late to fight back after he found himself down on the couch as Cassidy pressed on, easily straddling Kip’s lap, grabbing a hold of both of his arms, pinning his wrists against the back of the couch with ease.

In the silence that fell in the locker room after the flurry of the sudden events, Kip could hear his heartbeat in his ears, a soft blush crossing his cheeks at the thought that with the hold Cassidy had of him and their close proximity, the blond also had to be aware of his accelerated heart rate. The blond didn’t, however, seem to have a reaction to it, as he just stared back at Kip, almost as if he was waiting for the Brit to object to his actions again.

“I want a title shot.”

Kip blinked at him, the stern voice sending a soft shiver down his spine. Kip Sabian wasn’t usually the kind of a man that listened what he was told to do, to be honest he was barely listening to others at all most of the time, but something about the way the usually lazy and quite honestly boring Orange Cassidy was suddenly making such demands on him, it almost made Kip want to give up to his demands on the spot.

It took a moment for it to actually dawn on Kip what he was thinking, him quickly shaking the thoughts away as he could feel the heat on his cheeks rising, forcing his eyes away from the other man’s face.

“Yeah?” Kip pouted at him, still not daring to look back at Cassidy. He could feel the grip on his wrists tighten a little, as if Cassidy wanted to intimidate him but was afraid of going overboard with it. Or maybe Kip was just imagining it. “You have to try a little harder than that, then.”

For a moment the air stood still, before Cassidy slowly let go of his wrists. Kip hesitated a bit to let his guard down, but as Cassidy leaned back away from him a little, Kip let his hands fall onto the couch, relaxing a little bit on his spot. Not that it was comfortable, with Cassidy still sitting on top of him, but it was better than before, at least.

…Maybe. Something in him kind of missed the touch of the other man on his bare skin already, if he was being honest with himself.

Kip didn’t have more time for that thought though, as almost as fast as Cassidy’s hands had disappeared off of him, they were back, grabbing a hold of the front of his shirt again, suddenly pulling him closer. Kip didn’t have time to resist or react as Cassidy closed the gap between the two of them, locking him into a sudden kiss.

For a moment Kip froze against his lips, but as Cassidy’s hands found their way from the front of his shirt to the back of his head and into his hair, Kip let out an unintentional moan at the sudden touch, Cassidy using it to his advantage to deepen the kiss. Kip could practically feel himself getting lightheaded at the sudden suffocating show of affection, but at the same time he didn’t mind. There was something about the way Cassidy was handling him right now, at the same time being so demanding, almost hungry, but in a sense also tender and considerate, as he didn’t push away the hands that snaked their way around his waist as Kip unconsciously pulled him closer.

Cassidy suddenly pulled away, breaking apart the kiss, Kip letting out a very whiny groan at the sudden disturbance of the moment he was clearly enjoying. Cassidy still had his hands in his hair, having almost a weird control over Kip, eyes locking onto his as Kip tried to focus himself back to the real world and current time from the moment of bliss he just had.

“Title shot,” Cassidy stated shortly, his fingers curling up in Kip’s hair, making him hum contently against the touch. Cassidy had him in the palm of his hand at that moment, and honestly, Kip didn’t mind it at all for once. “Next week.”

“One condition.” Kip was barely able to keep eye contact with him, he was still trying to catch his breath and he could feel his whole face burning up, both at the sudden intensity of the kiss and the almost euphoric feeling it left him with. “If I win… I get more of this.”

To emphasize his words, Kip pulled him just a little bit closer, arms still wrapped around Cassidy’s waist. A little smirk tugged the corner of the blond’s lips, but he tried to keep a straight face. Kip wasn’t sure if it was because he was absolutely certain that he was going to win, or because he didn’t mind the stipulation.

“You’re on.” His voice was barely a whisper as Cassidy leaned closer again, stealing one more quick peck from Kip’s lips, clearly now teasing him. “Champ.”

Almost as suddenly as Cassidy had arrived into the locker room and made a scene with him, Kip could feel his body heat suddenly disappearing from his immediate vicinity, hands gone from his hair, soon being followed by the opening and closing of the locker room door. Kip was left sitting there alone in the silence, trying to catch his breath, one hand lazily fanning his face hoping to make the obvious redness go away.

No matter what happened next week, at the end of the night he would still be the real winner.

[jupiterjunebug]

You know JAY is serious about joining UE bc his faction gear actually matches his factionmates. He didnt half ass it he said callum buddy i need to know who sold you your kickpads. Please we have to get a thing going or Gedo will suggest I betray you to join Bullet Club

[thesamoanqueen]

It’s me spotting that Kevin has on some 4s and you can barely see the show with the kickpads on em

I honestly thought they were air max (200s?) I'm not so sure now that you said it, also because they couldn't be seen completely, but from the base and the attachment back there, they keep to look like air max to me

[taiglife]

*most predictable guy in the whole world voice* edge and/or christian :-)

giggling n kicking my feet rn. I love edge. probably my most boring/basic wrestling interest is him in judgement day bc the way they pivoted the entire gimmick after he left was v interesting. justice for vaguely supernatural stables. objectively good worker but -1 for Canadian. miss his cunty hair :(

I would hit Christian w a truck and then reverse because I love him so much. big fan of the spotlight he brings to victims of divorce and for the post Christmas AEW dry spot he was the only thing keeping me tuning in. don’t think there’s anything too controversial to say ab him past the fact that he needs to use Nick Wayne as a kickpad for fatherless wrestler fight pit childcare.

[naritaren]

I have some Thoughts on Sho using the loaded boot/kickpad and they all start and end with the same conclusion. If we're going to do a loaded boot storyline again, it better fucking end with Sho being hauled out of the Tokyo Dome by Young Lions kicking and screaming. That's the standard we have already set with that type of storyline. We must keep it going.

[schadentekkers]

I am losing my mind, was ZSJ wearing ORANGE or RED? What is happening to me i am confusion 😭 logical thinking tells me orange, lighting tells me red………,………

i do believe they were orange as i'm sure you're aware that is the unfortunate color of tmdk, but i do agree that under the lighting they look a bit red. they're def not the same shade of orange as his kickpads which does bother me

[the-kipsabian]

god this got so much longer than i intended im so sorry oof

i am admittedly very fascinated by kips gear design (so much so in fact that i straight up asked him if we could ever hear process or design notes about it lmao), so i had some of my own thoughts honestly

im gonna make this in chronological order cause its easier to explain the reasoning that way, so i hope it makes sense but

so we have to go back to the last of the superbad designs first

i cannot for the life of me find a photo of the backside of the gear, but i literally rewatched arcade anarchy for research for this as thats one match i can name from the top of my head where he wears this, and it holds no relevancy (apart from the 'superbad' text on the ass) to what im gonna talk about later, so

but yeah.. i have no explanation for this design choice tbh lol. im pretty sure most of this was just "because he liked the colors and it looked cool", its mostly an aesthetic choice afaik. which, admittedly, it is. its really fucking pretty. the only thing i can say from the top of my head is the drip effect on the top of the tights, as that was in some previous superbad shorts, so thats a recycled thing (and will continue to be, so its good to point out here). likewise the non-matching kneepads, tho interestingly enough the side of the one with images changes as we move on, which. i'll talk about a bit later

i just wanted to point this one out cause it has some elements that keep on appearing later, and also cause its pretty. longboy supremacy 💜

moving onto the return/boxman gear

the boxman gear holds up some of the old design choices - the different kneepads, the drip effect, at this point he also had mismatching kickpads which i found extremely interesting (especially after realizing this was a repeat design choice. like if you look at them, the right one has a light pattern on it but the left one doesnt. and then compare those to the superbad kickpads. same thing). and yeah the superbad text still remains on the ass, which i find kinda funky considering he literally right up to the reveal of this new look went around ripping into his old self so. hmm. tho this is a point im gonna bring up in the collective thoughts later, so put a pin on it

but. theres a few things i wanna focus on here. mainly the clearly toned down color scheme - the more wine red, black and white is clearly toned down from whatever that aesthetic mess was before. but it works, especially later with the colored hair. i dont know the significance of it apart from him just really liking those colors so he wanted to use them (which i believe he has mentioned off-hand before so im just pulling this from my memory idk), but im mentioning them now to talk about it later a bit more when we get to the current design

also the big head on the side. this is more relevant later, again, with how it changes from design to design, but its interesting to see that despite moving on from his "previous self", hes still carrying that image with him. sure its a bit more updated, but the base for the superbad is there and used for it. like i get it that its a logo thing, but still. it sure is a choice

and thennnnn the kneepads. cause this is where i feel like the interesting shit starts (before we move on to current look which is what really prompted this whole thought process). see, there used to be a kip head there. now its a question mark. which has been imagery he used a lot during the boxman era both before and after his return, even to the point where there was a question mark on the back of the box (with the word 'back', yes, but the question mark was still very much there. omnipresent, if you will, as was the boxman himself). it feels like a nod about forgetting, abandoning to your old self and searching for something new, searching for yourself again. to me this looks like a sign of 'who am i/who was i' type of deal, like its such a deliberate choice of where its put - and yes i know the knees change between this and the previous design, but i feel like the point still stands. even more so with the swapped knee tbh, being so lost trying to find yourself you make mistakes. i know this is a reach but bear with me lmao

I ALSO ACTUALLY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THE KICKPADS CAUSE I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING

look at this. look at it. so i mentioned before that the different patterning on the kickpads, right? well its only on the right side. which is also the only side with the drip effect on it. and look at the kickpad. the pattern shows better in the ddt photo lighting, but what does that look like? its kinda like a blood splatter. and knowing at this point in time, for this character, kip was doing character studies and consuming media etc. about characters that were most often serial killers or otherwise similarly deranged... yeah baby this is a nod to that you cant tell me otherwise!!

and then some choices i just wanna mention cause i think they're interesting but i have no fucking idea what they mean or why they are there lmao. apart from the 'time changes us all' text on the right side, thats pretty obvious (and plays to everything else ive pointed out so far actually) as well as the fact that instead of a few selected fingers, he started taping almost all of them (wedding band my beloved). that one i know he has mentioned was an aesthetic choice cause he liked it (also it might have something to do with him previously having dislocated a finger mid match sssooooo)

but anyways

i just really wanna talk about the lacing of the kickpad. yeah, just the one. cause i really dont know why, but im completely in love with the asymmetry of this design choice, its very similar to the one patterned kneepad. its also made into a more obvious one as time goes on i think, cause its barely visible in the return match at all in zero hour, but just few months down the line its fully visible and you can even see it in the promo pictures, the bow end of it just dangling about. i just honestly think its really cute, but also relevant to, again, the current design so im gonna talk about it more later

..and then i just offhand wanted to mention. this. cause i dont know what the fuck this is or why its a choice in this design but. it is. so here you go have fun lmao

(like in speculation i had a quick thought that MAYBE its trying to match pennys new gears garter belt style, as its just about the same spot, and since they did kinda matching styled gear? but thats literally all i got. i got so distracted by this fucking thing and i have no idea what it is. i hate it now, thats all i know lmao) anyways, moving on! current design yay!!

so what i find the most interesting here, compared to the two others, is lack of color. honestly i think the grayscale works wonderfully with the rest of the design choices as well as his current look, but seeing him go from the previously colored design to this just sparked a thought in me.. tho idk how much of that actually plays into this design choice, considering this was done before he started the transition more away from what the boxman had become with the 'underrated and over it' gimmick and hes moving towards a much more confident version of himself again (sex idol, anyone?), but hes trying to prove something here. less flash in design, more flash in character, if that makes sense. also, classic villain look, black and white and cheesy blond 80s hair. i love him

the drips are also to the minimum now for some reason, and the splat pattern on the kickpad is gone. which is sad cause i really loved that detail, but again, minimalism, more classical and clean look. it still works, but i miss it. i also just like it how all the text is easier to look now, while that font just has the creep vibes. this whole set up feels like a homage to old black and white horror movies tbh, now that i think about it which i absolutely would not put past him

whichhhhh leads us to the first big point i wanted to make with this one - the mask on the side that now entirely replaces the previous kip heads. he very briefly brought it up as part of the two episode stint they did in ddt in february this year with penny, and there was like a single photoshoot in aew with it

and then it was never brought up again. which i believe is cause kip said once that he was waiting for a good opportunity and a longer storyline to bring it out for its full potential. which, sadly never happened as i believe he has now plans to move on from it (and possibly return to the box? we shall see, but thats what he said he wanted to do, so), but i find it interesting that its chosen as the new logo to replace the original kip head on the tights, but yet the box logo design remains on both the front and the back of the jacket (which i didnt bring up here as while i love the design, it holds no relevancy in these cases im talking about here, apart from this one) and the actual mask is never seen on screen

the second thing i wanna talk about is the text on the back. previous two designs have said 'superbad', this one says 'the gallery' - for uninformed, this was(/is?) the unofficial team name of kip, butcher, blade, bunny and penelope. although i believe they are more or less now coining the name 'deadly alliance', but since neither is official... anyways, i just wanna point it out that hes moving on from singling and acknowledging himself only, and moving more into team territory here, which is an interesting touch. especially for someone who can often be viewed as a mastermind behind the things he makes his little henchmen do. hmmm (i could talk about this alliance forever but im gonna spare you, let it just be known that i dont think they are on as equal standings within this group as they might let you believe or think themselves lmao. like kip is obviously leading this bunch of killers but thats a whole another tangent. its just an interesting thought in the relation to him now having a team name on the gear [especially when in the meantime both butcher and blade i believe just have their names SO])

and finally! the actual thing that made me wanna write this whole four fucking hours long operation!! the color splash details!!!

these. the lacing. its the only colorful thing in these pants and it has sparkled so many thoughts in me god. like i obviously see how these were easy to recycle from the previous design (although they are different laces so. theres also that. which makes this an even more deliberate choice), and keeping the colors consistent by making the two similar pieces the same color. this also can be tied together to the horror movie theme still, as while we lack blood splatters overall, we do have these here. in red. which i feel like is an important detail

i do want to, however, talk about why i thought this was so important and what it sparked in me. now, this might be the part where im fucking reaching and reading too much into this, but.. in this transition towards something new and something else, few former pieces remain, although they change along the way. the kneepads are still similar, the pants are still pinstriped, the red laces are there, the kickpads are similar, minor changes to some of the designs, etc.. the basics are the same, but it swaps to new things over time, as we move on

whats the saying thats hes using as a catchphrase and a hashtag everywhere again?

embrace the change

so you see. hes embracing it. hes moving on. hes changing. little by little, things are different, but hes making the active role in accepting it and making them happen. hes still the same old underneath, just the perception to outside and how its viewed is different. the patterns change. the colors change. the names, the phrases, the looks. they all change, hes embracing it, but it all comes down to the same old, because thats the thing; even if youre moving on, you cant forget your roots. cause whats the other, a bit lesser known saying?

time doesnt heal; it changes you

thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[orange-catsidy]

is there a reason why tom lawlor doesn't wear knee pads??? it's a little distressing to see wrestlers in their gear without knee pads because it feels like they're naked. doesn't he get cold

im not exactly sure why, but a lot of wrestlers who specialize in grappling or have legit experience in combat sports don't wear kneepads. some of them dont wear kickpads either which super makes them look like they're in their underwear. ofc if i was in charge every single wrestler would wear short shorts and thigh high gear

[dilf-in-peril]

She’s a Shark

Summary: You eat CM Punk

Pairing: ROH CM Punk / Fem!Reader

CM Punk, the most annoying man in the Ring of Honor, has just been in a really tough match against some other guy, whose name you don’t know, because you only came to see CM Punk. Now the match is over and he’s on his way to the locker room, covered in sweat and blood, looking like a delicious rotisserie chicken. You somehow managed to get backstage due to your connection and now you block his path in the long dark corridor leading to the locker room.

“Huh?” he says, scratching his blond head, speaking in a bitchy manner. “Who are you?”

“I am Y/N,” you say quietly and menacingly, “and I am your biggest fan in the whole wide world.”

He’s not really listening to you. “Who let you in here, you’re not one of the boys’ chicks,” he says turning his head to see if security is around, but they are not, you are all alone together, just you and Punk.

“He he he,” you laugh and take a step closer, stretching your grabby fingers out to touch Punk’s brilliant shiny skin.

“You some kind of crazy chick?” he asks, making his cute little annoyed face.

You giggle. “Yeah, you could say so,” you purr and then you open your mouth wide and your mouth is full of small pointy teeth like a shark.

“WTF,” Punk cries out, stumbling backwards, but he is tired from the match and you are a fast and powerful shark girl, so you throw him against the wall and then corner him against it, your two big strong arms left and right of his head, trapping him against the wall, as he moans in pain from hitting the wall so hard.

“What the fuck are you,” Punk asks, voice quivering and he whimpers pathetically as you lean in closer, dragging your nose down the side of his face and to his neck, sniffing in the ring mat musk clinging to his alabaster skin.

“You smell so good, Punker - can I call you that?”

He nods slowly, his greasy, wet hair rubbing against your cheek, because you are still sniffing his neck, which makes you giggle, making him jump in terror.

“Punker, I love you so much, I have never told anyone about this, but you are my favorite wrestler in the world, you are sooo cute I just want to eat you up!” you say while placing little kisses on Punk’s neck.

“T-thanks,” Punk stutters.

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

“S-sure,” Punk says. He’s trembling all over, you can hear his teeth clattering. “J-just let me get dressed a-and I’ll t-take y-you out to McDonalds, s-swe... s-sweetheart.”

That’s so cute, he’s such a gentleman, and you are hungry, but for something else...

“You smell so good,” you say, sniffing his sweaty armpits, “I could swallow you whole!”

Punk laughs nervously. “I guess you could swallow my-”

Before he can finish his sentence you unlock your jaw and open your toothy mouth very, very, very wide, so wide that when you snap at Punk you can fit his whole head into your mouth.

“Mmpff-mmm-mmm-mm-mpfff-mmm,” complains Punk inside your mouth.

He’s so tasty!

You open your jaw wider, and wider, scratching him up with your teeth, blood flowing down his muscular body in red rivulets. Trying to get past the shoulders is always the hardest part. He’s still screaming and kicking his legs and punching your big strong chest, but to no avail - Slurp! Down he goes, head, shoulders, torso, all down your throat and into your tummy.

In the end you spit out his shorts, shoes and kickpads and wobble back to your car. Later you get a stomach ache because delicious as he might appear on the inside CM Punk is rancid and bitter.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Matt Taven x Reader●

Summary: You get put into a tag team match with Roddy and Matt gets jealous. (18+)

Y/W/N = your wrestling name

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*Y/N's POV*

Walking out with The Undisputed Kingdom, we all stop at the top of the ramp with me standing next to Roddy and Matt and Mike standing behind us. Me and Roddy pat our title belts on our waists and start walking to the ring as the announcer is introducing us.

"This is your AEW Dynamite main event! This is a mixed tag team match scheduled for one fall with tv time remaining. Introducing first, accompanied by the ROH world tag team champions, Matt Taven and Mike Bennett, representing Undisputed Kingdom, the AEW International Champion Roderick Strong and the AEW Women's World champion Y/W/N!"

Me and Roddy climb into the ring as Mike and Matt climb up on the second rope. The boom hits in the music as Matt and Mike hold their championships up, Roddy puts his arms out straight and I make muscles behind him. I look down at Roddy putting my hand out and he grabs it, standing up. We walk over to our corner getting ready for our match. Matt takes my championship and gives me a kiss on the cheek while Will Ospreay and Serena Deeb make their entrances. I fix my kickpads when I see Will get up into Roddy's face. I walk in between them and push Will back getting in his face. Serena walks infront of Will, getting in my face.

"Oh you wanna go? Let's go than! I'll kick your ass all over this ring!"

I go to attack her but, Roddy wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back into our corner. He pushes me against the turnbuckles and looks at me, putting his hands on my cheeks.

"Hey. It's okay. Calm down. We got this."

I take a breath, looking back at him. He pats my shoulders and I climb out onto the ring apron grabbing the tag rope. The bell rings and we start our match.

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*near the end of the match*

Roddy lifts me up in a wheelbarrow and slams me ontop of Serena. I lift her leg for the pin as Roddy hits Will with a forearm knocking him to the apron. 1. 2. 3. We pick up the victory and Roddy grabs my wrist helping me stand up. He holds my arm up in the air celebrating our victory as Matt and Mike run over towards Will on the floor. They grab Will and drag him into the ring, holding him by his arms.

"Y/N! Grab my belt!"

I roll out of the ring, walk over to the time keepers area and rip the belt out of the announcers hands. I slide it into the ring and crawl under the ropes over to Will who is trying to get out of Matt and Mike's grip.

"The Undisputed Kingdom will forever be more elevated than you are! Bruv!"

I take a few steps back and hit Will with a kick to the side of the head. Roddy starts laughing and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"Move out of the way darling! I'm not done with him yet!"

I smirk and move out of the way as he runs over hitting Will in the head with the championship. I start laughing evilly as Roddy walks over putting his arm around my shoulder. Matt and Mike come over and pick him up on their shoulders. Matt looks over at me, shooting me a nasty look which I shoot him a confused look back. They celebrate as I climb out of the ring, walk over to the time keepers area and grab my championship. I walk off without them to the back.

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*near the end of the show*

There is a knock at my door as I am in the middle of drying off my hair from my shower. The knock gets even more intense as I throw my towel on the couch.

"Y/N! Are you in there?!"

I run over to the door and open it seeing Matt standing there looking pissed off. He walks in, grabs the door and slams it shut, locking it. I step back from him looking at him and breathing hard. He turns around looking at me pissed off.

"Is something going on between you and Roddy? Why did he call you Darling? Why did he put his arm around your shoulder and his hands on your face? Is something going on that I don't know about? Are you cheating on me?!"

"Woah woah woah Taven baby."

I walk up to him and put my hands on his chest rubbing him.

"I would never cheat on you. Especially with your best friends. I love you and only you."

He looks down at me and smirks.

"Oh yeah. Prove it."

I smirk, fall to my knees and start unbuckling his jeans. He looks down at me slightly drooling as I pull down his boxers and his dick springs out. I bite my lip than stick my tongue out looking up at him. He kicks off his boxers and jeans than grabs his dick smacking my tongue with it.

"You would never cheat on me right?"

I shake my head no as he keeps hitting my tongue with his dick.

"Good."

He quickly shoves his dick down my throat making me gag. He grabs my hair and keeps fucking my throat as I'm trying to push him back with my hands on his thighs. He grips my hair, pulls me back off of his dick and a bunch of spit comes pouring out of my mouth. He looks down at me smirking.

"That's my good girl."

He shoves his dick back into my mouth and lets it just sit in my throat as I start gagging. He pulls out as more spit flows down my chin. I look up at him and giggle.

"Can I prove myself now?"

"Go ahead."

He takes his hands off of my hair and his dick. I start bobbing my head up and down his dick as small moans leave his mouth. I keep going and playing with his balls with my other hand. I go faster starting to feel him tense up as he grabs my hair.

"Baby. Oh baby. I'm gonna cum."

I keep my pace still playing with his balls and he grips my hair even tighter. He moans really loud and I feel his hot seed run down the back of my throat. I swallow it all and clean him up. He looks down at me releasing my hair with a little smirk.

"Okay. Let me see."

I open my mouth showing him that I swallowed it all. He puts his hand out helping me stand up and I look at him with a little smile.

"Have I proved myself?"

"A little. Let's go back to our hotel and you can really prove yourself."

The End!