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[kay-is-dying]

Okay so I finally got to actually watch the whole Rhea vs Roxanne match from the beginning and here's my thoughts on it (mostly focused on the intricacies of the beginning of the match and unfortunately with nothing to add from the picture in picture segment. Be warned that this post is just me rambling for a long as time I'm sorry I'm longwinded. This is all kayfabe compliant btw):

That shit would have been OVER much faster if Rhea was taking it seriously from the top, but she wasn't and it's obvious from the beginning.

Once Roxanne Perez's done making her entrance, she starts stretching in the corner before the bell. It's a nervous tick more than anything else, but it's still smart, she's trying to stay lose, limber up before they get started. What's Rhea doin?

Posted up in the corner. She's not stretching she's just standing there—SITTING there really, almost lounging but just barely not quite that relaxed. Rhea's sitting there in the corner a little curled in on herself, but it's not out of fear, she's not cowering. She's coiled up like a snake before it strikes, bunched herself up like a lion before it leaps. The animal part of Roxanne's brain is gonna take all that human fear and anxiety that comes with basic knowledge of what she KNOWS Rhea's capable of along with the fear that comes from all the unknown that comes from never facing her and use it to see her as what she is, a predator ready to pounce.

And Rhea knows that. Is preying on it.

Then the bell rings. Me and Novel (@timeandspacenovelist) have broke down the sequence that comes next before the lock up pretty extensively here, but the summary is that Rhea pops up out her corner a little fast LIKE she's finally pouncing (basically to perform the same function of jumping at Roxanne to try to make her flinch), but then starts circling Roxanne in a slow, lazy prowl to psyche out her opponent even more. Perez is scared and anxious already but Rhea starts the match slow and steady both to show off how little she's concerned about it, how she's in control here and she decides when they start, AND to let Roxanne stew in it—to give her adrenaline time to make her heart beat just a little bit faster and make her hands a little bit shakier and give her already panic-struck brain more time to overthink about what Ripley COULD and MIGHT do to her. Then Rhea stops and spreads her arms and takes in the crowd for a second—

—again showing how she's not taking this match anywhere near seriously, if she thought Roxanne was a threat she wouldn't stop and leave herself open for an attack; now unfortunately Perez proves her right tho, and doesn't do the smart thing and try to take a shot at Ripley while she's busy showboating. Whether this is inexperience on her part or just fear (or maybe even smarts if she's considering whether or not Rhea's baiting her into taking the obvious shot just to put her on her ass when she tries), I don't know, but Rhea stops and turns to Perez with a smile right after, and briefly squats and sticks out one hand to coax her towards like one might call a child or dog towards them, beckoning her closer now that she's decided she's ready to begin the match.

They lock up, and Rhea doesn't even humor Roxanne for a full five seconds before bodily tossing her right out of the ring. She smiles and waves at her, beckons her to come back within the ropes again. Ripley's having a moment of pure cockiness—literally doing a little shimmy (the fucking stanky leg lmao) before she engages Perez again! a cat lashing its tail and wiggling back and forth during a hunt

—and when they lock up again Roxanne delivers the first punishment for her over-confidence, though it starts as a mild one that Rhea learns nothing from as Roxanne manages to slip behind her and get her arms around her, locking the hold in by locking her hands together, so Rhea can't just break free. This is of no consequence to The Eradicator however, and her solution is to grip Roxanne by one of her arms and just throw her across the ring again. The problem is, this is not Rhea getting her head seriously in the game. She's smarter than this, than just letting Perez get even a bit of distance. This throw is not a desperate move to free herself however she can. If she really wanted to Rhea could have used a little more effort and time and muscled her way out of that hold, reversed it, moved into serious offense against Roxanne, but she throws her instead. Ripley's just showing off and punishing Roxanne for daring to try something—but Roxanne shows her some consequences for that cockiness again, and thus the REAL back and forth of this match begins as Rhea and Roxanne start fucking around and finding out.

Perez gets her in a wristlock of sorts, it's not perfect control, she's not even really dragging Rhea around the ring like that, mostly just fighting to stay close and keep her IN the wristlock. Call it a bold statement, but Rhea just LETS her do this for a short while before proving she really could have got out of this probably at ANY point.

See, at first she and Roxanne just circle in the center of the ring intertwined like that while Rhea figures out how to get out of this while making Perez look weak, making herself look strong, and decides to go for some kind of suplex or another throw. She picks Roxanne up, but Roxanne twists out of her grasp and gets back on stable ground on her own two feet, then gets Ripley into that lock again, applying pressure and kicking at her legs until Rhea snaps. Rhea's pained and annoyed expression drops, and she makes a face that clearly reads as fed up and basically says "fuck it"; she regains control of the match by gripping Roxanne by the hair and forcing her to come closer to take the tension off her arm and then just slings her into the ropes, easy as breathing, and it seems like she could have done that whenever and just chose not to.

Roxanne recovers from that bounce off the ropes enough to duck under Rhea's arm when she takes a wild swing—and she tries to get back on the offensive but Rhea goes from simple control of the match to steer her way to victory to punishing her and showboating again, stopping her in the middle of a move and swinging her around by her legs before just dropping her, and when Perez tries to go for a roll up Rhea doesn't just resist the motion and stand her ground, she pauses to show off that Roxanne can't move her, and then picks her up off the ground by her neck like she's a toy. What happens? Roxanne gets to chop the shit out of her before Ripley does anything to her.

That's simple karma for Rhea dicking around during the match. Roxanne scores a second chop as well but Rhea halts her momentum before she gets a third with a string of brutal offense that puts Roxanne on her ass for a long moment that Rhea takes to just stand there while the crowd's cheers for her burst of violence taper off, before she starts bullying Roxanne around the ring to chants from the crowd that she both smiles at and brushes off, saying "oh I don't need your chants" in the middle of a pause from beating Roxanne's ass. Can you guess what happens next?

Roxanne gets one over on her again.

That's the rhythm of the whole match, Rhea fucks around, Roxanne punishes her for it, Rhea works to regain control of the match and gets it, but instead of ending it she starts showing off and sadistically beating Roxanne's ass for getting a lick in, Roxanne again gets some karma, Rhea has to fight to get control back, gets it and starts fucking around being a dick, Roxanne again lets her ass find out what stupid prizes u win when you're playing stupid games, Rhea lets her ass find out what happens when you fuck around and try your luck against Rhea Bloody Ripley, Rhea starts showboating, Roxanne gets a little momentum, Rhea gets her lick back, Rhea gets mean, Roxanne fights back, etc etc on and on they do this dance. One of the biggest instances being after the break, when Rhea pins Perez down and takes her sweet time degrading her and then goes to stomp her head in—Roxanne dodges that shit and the follow up kick though, and outside of a couple tag backs, successfully lays into Ripley for a full minute or two after that until she climbs to the top rope.

At this point Rhea's still fucking around though, so after clocking Roxanne to daze her when she's up there and stop whatever avalanche move she was about to hit (and therefore getting control back of the match), Rhea chops her in the chest, and it's mean and sickening on a couple different layers; one, its a chop, it doesn't damage your opponent much it just fucking hurts them so this is just her being a sadist, two, there's the characteristic sharp slap sound when she hits her but there's a specific awful meaty impact noise u can hear it you listen hard enough that lets you know she didn't just chop her in a way that'll sting her skin, that shit just sent a shockwave through her sternum to her entire torso, she hit her hard enough to vibrate her skeleton, and three, Rhea's got this slight dismissiveness in her delivery as well, the swing is almost lazy, she doesn't follow through the full motion of the swing and barely puts her body behind it. Just all around incredibly disrespectful in so many way, and she pays for that too. That chop hurts a lot but it's still a chop, it's not actually lowering Roxanne's hp very much. That brief reprieve from a REAL blow to the body or the head gives her just enough time to recover to be able to weather Rhea's follow up strikes when she goes to set up for the superplex, and then bounce her head off the turnbuckle and get back on the offensive, delivering a devastating hurricanrana off the top rope that leaves Rhea hurt BAD, to the point she doesn't recover for a while and is getting her ass for a moment there until Perez tries to follow up a drop kick (one of Rhea's signature moves mind you, which I think offended her pride enough to shake her out of her daze) that sent Rhea into the corner with a body slam and Rhea wakes up enough to counter that by catching her and putting her down with a facebuster sent from hell.

(side note: holy fuck, OW)

This marks the turning point of the match, marked by Rhea quickly going in for the cover and shouting for the ref to start counting as soon as she's on top of Roxanne, she's ACTUALLY trying to end this and secure the victory already. When Roxanne somehow through the grace of god kicks out, Rhea doesn't shout or scream or throw a real tantrum, she kinda just briefly runs her hands through her hair and huffs. She's still fairly calm and collected despite her visible frustration with herself—after all this is an opponent she should be able to beat easily, right?

Well actually, yeah. Right.

You see at the end of the day as good Roxanne is, Rhea's better than her. She is. And she knows that. She's just so incapable of respecting other people right now, she almost refused to believe she'd have to put in any actual work to beat her, as evidenced by her telling Cora she'd 'put down' Roxanne for her, not beat her. Rhea didn't see this as an easy match she saw this as an execution and almost paid for it—she doesn't really shake that mindset until Roxanne bounces her brain around her skull and knocks the wind out of her and then kicks out of a big move. Now Rhea's present of mind enough to begrudgingly acknowledge that this is a fight actually, and it shows. She's not worried about losing at all, but she's done acting like she can get the W without actually trying. After she confirms with the ref that she only got a two count, she gets to her feet, and she's making that face again. She's fed up, enough playing around, it's time to get her shit together and just put this kid to bed.

Rhea hauls Roxanne up and attempts her finisher (for the first time this match as far as I can tell), and Roxanne manages to twist herself around and fall out of her arms again, and kicks Rhea in the stomach to set up for her own finisher, but at the end of the day this is still Rhea Ripley the powerhouse, and she's still just tiny little Roxanne who hasn't worn Ripley down enough to make her stumble at Roxanne's meager weight of a buck and spare change, she's still just Roxanne who doesn't have the experience to have developed the speed to hit it fast enough to get around that, so Rhea just stands up out of the Pop Rox, dumping Perez off her back easy as ever. Dominik panics at the possibility of Rhea losing and distracts Roxanne for two seconds so she hesitates before jumping back into the fray, Rhea hits Roxanne with a headbutt that knocks her out dead on her feet (which I find really interesting actually, and helps my case more. Rhea headbutts Roxanne often during this match, at many moments where I would have expected a big boot. Rhea has never been shy about using headbutts when needed but this is so interesting because she's using them at times where she has enough space to go for a superkick if she wanted. A headbutt is dangerous, it can and on some levels DOES hurt you back, without hurting your opponent any more than a kick would-probably hurting them less. She's getting more self destructive. And she's always been one of the strongest on the lot but she's even stronger now and she knows it, to the point she feels like she doesn't need to utilize all that power she can put behind a kick.) and then before Roxanne actually falls to the ground from the blow Rhea yanks her close and hoists her up in the pumphandle position and then slams her through the mat in a gorgeous Riptide, and she finishes up in her iconic 🤌 missionary pin—

—knowing it'll get a reaction out of the fans and showcasing that yeah, she's back, and as dominant as ever. (after all her biggest opponents/matches were ended with that pin, and when that wasn't the case then she would use that pin just to show said dominance i.e pinning Sarah Logan like that while making direct eye contact with Charlotte that one time.) Thing is though, if Rhea actually tried that match could have been a near-burial. Roxanne isn't a real threat to Rhea as a wrestler rn, if Rhea would have wrestled her she would have won quick. But Roxanne can be dangerous as a plaything cause she's not a plaything, and that's what Rhea was treating her like, instead of the wrestler that she actually is. Roxanne's the mouse in the game with the cat here, and while mice mostly just want to get away from a threat and live to see another day, if they're cornered they'll start fighting to survive like any animal would, and Rhea spent a lot of this match getting her fingers nipped at. That hurricanrana was the little bite that drew blood

I called Rhea a cruel butcher on novel's post, and Roxanne the lamb. Roxanne was never going to kill the butcher and escape the slaughter, but congrats to her that through all the abuse she managed to kick hard enough to hurt and make Rhea put her out of her misery.

And of course, congrats to our Papi Rhea for proving her cleavers are still sharp.

As if there was any doubt.

[sybilius]

Months after KENTA's betrayal, the Takeover still have a chokehold on each other.

Neither of them are the type to tap first.

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Wrote another fic following on from white collar chokeout! Do you like it when wrestling guys are completely disasters about each other in the wake of a betrayal? This is the fic for you >:3

[igncrxntripley]

hi, can u plz write domink x female reader where they win a mixed tag team match & they celebrate the win with a kiss in the ring and sex backstage?

winners

a/n: i'm so filthy i'm sorry in advance

mentions: NSFW 18+, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!dominik, kissing/making out, grinding, finger riding, fingering, mentions of 'clit', 'entrance', 'length', 'cock', some oral (swallowing), minor description of violence in wrestling ring, not kayfabe compliant, bilingual!dominik, teasing, slight degradation (?)

taglist (aka dominik simps): @ripleyswhore @obl1vionblackhart @auburnwrites

translations: "mi niña buena merece una recompensa." (my good girl deserves a reward); "papi, por favor?" (daddy, please?); "siempre me tomas tan bien, nena." (you always take me so good, babygirl.); "princesa, oh dios mio." (princess, oh my god.)

"dom, tag me!" you yelled with an outstretched hand. your boyfriend, and tag partner for this match, was laid out on the mat from a particularly hard hit from his opponent. the cheers were getting louder and louder as his own hand reached out for you, but his movements were so painstakingly slow you couldn't handle it. you'd finally recovered after your own extended period of time in the ring, and now you were ready to put this match to an end.

the two of you were competing in a mixed tag team match at a live show separate from the usual televised matches. these kinds of shows were nice, because everyone got to let loose and do things they couldn't normally do on the ones that aired. you got to try new tag teams, new moves, and work out any kinks for things you planned on trying during raw or smackdown.

for this particular match, you and dominik were teamed up to compete against bianca belair and montez ford. matches at live shows didn't always match the feuds being promoted on tv and that was okay; it gave everyone a break and provided you all with the chance to fight different people.

this match was also fun, because it gave you the chance to team up with your boyfriend. the audiences knew you and dominik had a thing, but because of his on-screen 'thing' with rhea you didn't always get the opportunity to do things like this with him. luckily though, the judgement day had some days off and you and dom got to be partners for a night. it was a lot more common before he turned heel, so you cherished it when the opportunity came up to be by his side.

dominik was slowly inching closer to your outstretched hand, montez doing the same with bianca. you were practically bouncing on your feet as he got closer and closer, and before you knew it he was eventually able to make the tag. once he rolled out of the ring and you made your way inside, you and bianca went at it like it was your first time during the whole match you got a go.

fists flew, hair was pulled, and you and bianca gave one another a run for your money. she was one of your favorite people to compete with because she always pushed you to be better, but her moves most definitely were some of the most painful and you knew you were going to be sore. but eventually you were able to end the match by pinning bianca.

the crowd cheered and dominik made his way back into the ring. you smiled at him, his arms wrapping around your middle to pull you off your feet into a tight hug.

"good job, bug. that's my girl." he said into your ear, making you giggle and blush like it was the first time he'd ever complimented you. dom gently set you back down on your feet to raise your arms in victory.

what dom did next though took you slightly by surprise.

before you could even get your bearings, dominik turned you towards him one more time and pulled you into a kiss; his hands on your cheeks, your own moving to hold his waist as the crowd erupted in cheers once again. this didn't get to happen often given his current push with rhea, but when it did it always turned you into mush.

you laughed at the realization at what he'd done, and he pulled you into one more hug before leaving the ring with you.

one thing about dominik though, you knew he was going to want to celebrate.

the entire walk once you got backstage was spent with his lips on yours. you kept giggling, letting him lead you into your dressing room before he closed and locked the door. "you have no clue what you do to me." dominik mumbled against your lips.

you giggled one more time before the two of you fell onto the couch. "i didn't even do anything," you mumbled as your body adjusted itself in his lap to straddle him. "you just needed an excuse to kiss me."

dom hummed, his lips immediately making themselves at home on your neck as he started to leave kisses there. "i never need an excuse, princesa. what i do need though, is to show you that you're mine."

those words always sent shivers down your spine; this was no different, and dominik knew how it made you feel. his hands ran up and down your exposed sides from your ring gear and your hips moved in slow circles against his lap in response. you knew just as well how to drive him crazy, and you were going to give it to him. "yours..." you whispered. your hand tangled in his sweaty hair to keep him close to your skin, and he groaned as his cock twitched in response.

once his hands settled on your waist, dominik was quick to pull your gear and tights down your legs. you lifted your hips to make it a little easier for him, and once they were off his fingers made themselves at home between your legs. "oh, fuck-" you gasped softly.

dom smirked, letting you hide your face in his shoulder. "my girl, i know." he mumbled as his calloused fingers teased the sensitive bundle of nerves. "you get so excited for papi to touch you, huh?"

his words made you nod, gently kissing and biting the sensitive skin underneath his ear. "always...fuck, you're a tease." you whimpered, making him chuckle.

"not a tease, you're just impatient." he responded. dominik focused on your clit while his other finger explored your wetness just a little more until the tip settled against your entrance. "that's my girl, you just stay still." he whispered again.

"mmph-" you groaned, letting dominik touch and tease you as your hips continued to grind against his hand in hopes he'd give you more. but dominik wasn't one to give in that easily; he was going to go at his own pace and torture you until he was good and ready to give you what you wanted. his lips moved to your chest, kissing the exposed cleavage from your ring gear and letting his free hand take off your top to expose what was his.

you could feel how hard he was beneath your hips, so your hands moved to the waistband of his pants to pull them down and expose what you wanted from him. "please, daddy?" you asked. dom gave in, just this once, and let you gently pull his own pants down. you smiled at him, moving to rest your foreheads together and moaning as you finally got to grind against more than just his hand. "i need you...please?" you begged him softly.

dominik hummed and gave you another kiss as his finger finally slipped the whole way inside of you. a whimper left your lips in response and your grip on his shoulders tightened. "mi niña buena merece una recompensa." he whispered, making you gasp in response as his finger curled inside of you. dom had taught you spanish since being with him and he always pulled it out at the worst (best) times.

"o-oh my god." you mumbled against his lips. "i'm gonna...i...papi, por favor?" you asked him.

two could play at that game.

dominik groaned as you spoke his native tongue; if spanish drove you crazy, just imagine how it made him feel. he let his finger stay inside of you for just a little longer before he pulled it away and brought to your lips to suck. you reciprocated his request almost immediately and made eye contact with him the entire time. as you cleaned him up, dominik used his other hand to help you gently slide down onto his length.

"siempre me tomas tan bien, nena." he whispered as you adjusted to him. you took your time before slowly rocking your hips on dominik's lap.

your grip on dom's body tightened once again, and once his finger was out of your mouth you planted your lips to his so he could taste the remainder of you on your lips. "you always fuck me so good-" you gasped as his cock hit the same place that always drove you fucking wild.

dominik smiled against your lips and helped you continue to move up and down, sometimes moving your hips in circles, sometimes even slowing you down to be the tease he was. "my good girl, huh?" he asked softly, moving some hair from your face so he could see you. "won the match for us, hm? worked so hard, did such a good job." dom mumbled as you desperately nodded. "papi wants to see you cum like a good girl when you're ready."

that was all you needed to hear from dominik. after a few more minutes and gentle encouragement from your partner, you let loose around him and your body trembled from the rush of adrenaline in his lap. "fuck!" you gasped, moving to hide in his neck again.

dominik smirked and held you close, "that's my good girl. the best girl, princesa." he mumbled, letting you finish before sliding off of his lap. without warning, you made yourself at home on your knees in front of dominik and put your hands on his thighs.

"oh fuck, you know what that does to me chica." dominik mumbled, running a hand through your hair as you opened your mouth for him. he knew exactly what you wanted, and his free hand was already stroking his cock in anticipation.

you smirked, sticking your tongue out as you waited patiently. you never failed to do this, as you knew how wild it drove both you and dominik. "i've been so good," you reminded him. "good girls get rewards."

dominik nodded and bit his lip. it didn't take much longer before he allowed himself to finish on your tongue ust as you had a thousand times before. "princesa, oh dios mio." he mumbled.

nothing made you happier than giving your man whatever made him happy. you lived for these moments with dominik, even if they were filthy and absolutely raunchy; it meant being with him, and that's all that mattered.

dominik bit his lip as he calmed down and easily lifted you back into his arms once you swallowed, giving you a kiss that was so much gentler than the previous. "that was fun." you teased him softly and held his cheeks.

your boyfriend playfully rolled his eyes and gave you another kiss. "it's the only way to celebrate a big win." he mumbled, standing up and bringing you with him so he could hold you.

"maybe not the only way, just your way." you giggled into his chest, making dominik smirk and hug you even tighter.

[superkickme]

Title: Beautiful Disaster | Part 1: The Legacy Era (part 1 &2) Reality Show/Kayfabe AU Rating: M (eventual E) Pairings: Randy/Cody, Ted/Cody, Mentions of Past Shawn Spears/Cody, Eventual Seth/Cody, and others Tags: not rpf, meet ugly, hurt/comfort, canon compliant, angst, character study, canon companion, soulmates, kayfabe as reality, non-explicit sex, eventual explicit sex, more to be added Warnings: emotional/psychological abuse, emotional manipulation, unhealthy/toxic relationships, canon-typical violence, canon-typical intimate partner/domestic violence, discussion of intimate partner/domestic violence, infidelity (kind of), more to be added Chapters: 12/? Current Word Count: 78k

"Wrestling is a love story” - Cody Rhodes, Apr 2, 2022

Cody tries so hard to do a good job and be a good wrestler, to climb up the ladder to the top of that mountain but he can never gain a good footing. When he does get some traction it never lasts and he just falls right back down to the bottom. He’s never good enough and it tears him apart. Throughout his whole life, everyone said he was made for this business, born to do it, a Prince destined for a King’s throne- it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. He just keeps trying and failing over and over to make everyone proud, to live up to their expectations, he does it for nearly a decade and he gives it everything he has. It’s just not enough.

Or: A canon based exploration of Cody Rhodes' character through his life and career, and the relationships he has.

[discow1tch]

Nicknames

Summary: Austin Gunn confronts you over "ass boy" chants after a match

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Tags/warnings/tropes: reader insert, aew employee reader, implied romantic relationship, light teasing (giving), PDA, kayfabe compliant

Authors Notes: I am unfortunately very into Bullet Club Gold. This fic hasn't been beta-read. If you notice any errors please let me know!

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When the match ends you make your way backstage. Production staff are nice enough to direct you towards the arena's dressing rooms when you show them your badge. Normally, you'd just meet the boys out in the parking lot or at their hotel after the show but you want to congratulate them on their victory while it's still fresh.

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You can tell you're in the right area when you start seeing wrestlers you recognize. First, it's Hook looking sullen as ever seated on a stack of palettes with a bag of chips. Then Caster and Bowens workshopping their next rap. And then finally, Anna Jay who breaks off the animated conversation she's having with 2point0 to say hi. The two of you talk for a minute before you notice Austin coming out of the dressing room at the far end of the hallway.

His hair is still damp from showering and he's changed into sweats and a t-shirt. He gives a big stretch of his arms over his head before leaning up against the wall and pulling out his phone. A few specks of errant glitter glint on the exposed skin at his collar as he moves. It's a good look on him.

You say your goodbyes to Anna and rush to greet him.

At the sound of your approaching footsteps he looks over. You send him a smile and give a little wave but he doesn't return it. When you reach him he pushes off the wall to face you with a frown on his face.

"Hey! You guys were great out there tonight!" You throw an arm around his side to give him a quick hug that he just barely reciprocates.

"I saw you joining in on the chants." Austin accuses as you separate. You cringe but quickly cover it with a smile.

"Of course I did. That's what you're supposed to do at a wrestling show." You'd hoped that maybe he hadn't noticed or that in the excitement of winning he'd forgotten seeing your lips move at ringside.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." he turns to cage you against the wall, forearms at either side of your head. Austin isn't tall for a professional wrestler but he still towers over you. Pale eyes stare you down with an angry frustration that's usually reserved for his opponents. You've never seen it directed your way before.

"If it was just 'holy shit' or 'ay-ee-dub' it wouldn't be a problem but I saw you chanting 'ass boys'." he continues.

"What, you don't like me calling you an Ass Boy?" you ask with exaggerated obliviousness as you bring your hands up to rest on his sides.

"It's not exactly something I appreciate." he says as he presses his weight into you. It occurs to you that he's close enough now that you could kiss him if you wanted to.

"So you're denying that you have an incredible ass?" you question. His angry facade cracks into a smile and a wave of laughter that's more like the Austin you know overtakes him. His head falls forward to rest against yours.

"Let's not go that far. My ass is pretty great."

[aritamargarita]

Hey bestie, it’s been a while!! I hope your well💗 I saw requests were open and this idea came to me after watching some old segments. Could you do a love triangle between reader, trish stratus, and Jeff Hardy?☺️

hey bestieee im doing well!!! it's been a while indeed :). hope you're doing well too! so sorry this took a while! BUT THIS REQUEST...i can't explain how good this sounds LMAO I WAS LIKE “AHHHH—“...i may have gotten a little out of hand with the sadness on this one? i also kinda based it off this chart , with jeff as A, reader as B, trish as C. reader’s feelings for trish are conflicting and she kinda doesn’t think they’re real, therefore this is very jeff centered. and also kayfabe compliant lol

you guys can have an imagine..as a treat :3 alexa, pls set the tone for us *lights dim dramatically*

YOU FELT SUFFOCATED whenever they were around. You hate Jeff. You hate Trish. You hate both of them. You hate how close they are and you wish they could never see each other again....but sometimes wishes can’t be granted.

"Trish Stratus..she's just horrible, isn't she?"

Victoria’s voice comes from behind you. She sets a neatly manicured hand onto your right shoulder and leans into your ear. “I mean, just look at them.”

You didn’t want to look and she realizes this. Her hand reaches over to grab your face to forcefully turn it in their direction.

They’re standing there, holding hands and talking to each other with the biggest smiles in the world.

“Doesn’t it just make you sick? They’re rubbing it in your face, [Name].” Victoria says. “If I were you, I’d take that pretty little face….and smash it right against the mat.”

You sigh.

Her words were clearly fueled by hate. This wasn’t advice, this was just because she hated Trish. You don’t think you’ll ever get the reason as to why. Even when you accidentally walked in on one of her meltdowns and she babbled to you about how horrible she was, you were still at a loss.

“Just because you have a vendetta against her doesn’t mean that I do. She’s my—“

“We can see it in your eyes!” Stevie Richards appears from out nowhere, startling you. You’re trying to do your makeup, goddamn it. Why’d they have to come and bother you?

You whip your head around to your right. Stevie’s staring at you with nothing but a grin. He sets his hand on your left shoulder and shakes it lightly.

“C’mon. Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows you have a thing for that Hardy guy! Flower is right. I’m sure they make you sick!

Tch. Yeah, right. The only thing that everyone knows is that him and Trish were madly in love all of a sudden. And now that you think about it, the only thing that makes you sick was Stevie always calling Victoria that cheesy nickname.

“Hardy boy,” You correct. “And I don’t have a thing for him.”

You can see the reflection of the other two in the mirror. They’re not very convinced.

It’s not a thing. It never was a thing, you just think Jeff is pretty neat.

To put it in perspective, Jeff Hardy is someone you can rely on. Jeff Hardy is someone you can consider a hero. You really just think he’s neat for saving your neck a few times when it came to people ganging up on you.

And somehow, you feel like you owe him something in return. Him being with Trish only stalled your returning favor even further.

It’s driving you crazy. You haven’t talked to Jeff in days. All you do is avoid him. In other words, you’ve quit him, gone cold turkey.

Those two were getting closer and closer day by day and you just didn’t understand why.

Trish was your friend, best friend, and hadn’t even told you what was going on. The moment you heard the she kissed him right in the middle of the ring had made you really confused, to say the least.

Somehow, you felt yourself harboring some feelings for her as well. It was strange. You don’t really know why, but when Trish had started to tag with you, save you, (stating that she didn't want to see her friend in trouble), and hung around with you backstage, you started to think about her more often.

Things are difficult with her around. Things are difficult with the both of them around.

It’s the reason why you stopped talking to him and limited your interactions with her. This was for your own sanity, even if it wasn’t working out so well.

It truly is hard to believe you could find yourself in this situation.

Lita would constantly tell you how much Jeff missed you. For someone who was supposed to be “resting“and “healing up” because of her injury, she sure was hanging out backstage a lot more lately.

What makes matters worse is that her and Trish were best friends as well, so you’d occasionally hear her pass along messages. Ugh, you really wish she would stop telling you these things. It only makes you feel worse.

“I think you’re lying, [Name].” Victoria outright says. “You like him, no, love him. And seeing that plastic, fake, no good…” She has to stop herself from getting too wound up, taking a breath. “Seeing her makes you angry, doesn’t it?”

She’s right. You hate that she’s right. It does make you angry, but it makes you more sad than anything. You won’t admit it. You refuse.

“What makes me angry is the both of you trying to wind me up.” You throw your lip gloss to the ground. “Let me clarify. I do not and never will have a thing for Jeff Hardy!”

Perhaps your voice was louder than anticipated because suddenly, the hallway had gotten quiet. You had attracted unwanted attention, including looks from Trish and Jeff.

You take a deep breath. Victoria didn’t even know the whole story, so there’s no reason for you to act like this. As long as she hasn’t caught on about your thoughts about Trish, everything is fine and dandy.

Victoria only lets out a cackle, as does Stevie. They just couldn’t help it! The look on your face was just hilarious and you couldn’t have been anymore obvious with your true intentions about him.

Though you want to ask them what the hell was so funny, you realize there’s nothing you can do to save face, so you just storm off. You don’t think you can ever show your face backstage again after that.

The sound of footsteps behind you cause you to stop. “If the both of you are following me, I swear to god, I’ll—“

“It’s neither.” It’s Trish, all dressed up in her red ring gear. Her and Jeff were both dressed up, actually. “Were they bothering you? I can deal with them if you need.”

You wave your hand. “No, it’s no big deal.” In response, she gives you a smile, one that genuinely makes you feel sick.

There’s suddenly a strange tension in the room as Trish lifts up her hand to bite on her index fingernail. There are little details that you feel like you hadn’t noticed about her before in that moment, irrelevant as it was.

The way she curled her hair was different. Maybe it was the amount of lipgloss she applied, which seemed significantly noticeable.

The look on her face gives you the impression she’s not nervous at all, if anything, she seems a bit gleeful. “…So,” You feel like you already know what’s coming as she speaks up. “…I didn’t know you had a thing for Jeff…?”

There’s a teasing tone behind her voice, which makes you just want to quite literally leave the country and change your name. Dramatic, yes, but you feel like this is too much.

“Jeff is,” You have to pause for a minute, trying to phrase things carefully. “He’s cool. What brought you to that conclusion? I don’t have a thing for him..”

Trish probably couldn’t tell that you were in denial. “For one, your obvious yelling in the hallway. But if you say you don’t, I believe you.”

And speak of the devil, because he starts to come over to you two without a care in the world. He reaches out to hold Trish’s hand and you have to turn your attention anywhere but there.

“Hey, [Name].” Jeff greets. Honestly, he’s happy to see you. It’s been too long since you’ve spoken to him.

“Hi.” You come off bitter, but you do your best to mask any of it with a forced smile.

For some reason, Jeff feels like he’s over the moon, even if you had only greeted him. “How are you doing? Lita told me that you weren’t doing so well.“

“She’s not?” Trish turns over to look at you with a frown. “You aren’t? What’s wrong?”

Fucking Lita, again with this! This is exactly why you wish she’d just be quiet. You found yourself in a really awkward place because of her. “She’s wrong. I’m fine, like way fine.”

Jeff nods. On another note, he smelt like so much paint. If you looked closely enough, it was almost like it was fresh. You point this out in attempt to shift the topic. “You painted yourself again, huh? The colors are nice,”

The compliment you had given him about the colors had made him feel as if he was getting somewhere.

“Yeah. Sooner or later, I’ve gotta paint something on you. Pick any color and I’ll do it. Wherever you want.” He says. “You’re the canvas.”

Trish smiles. “He’s really good at it. But he’s also really good at getting it all over me..” She giggles, looking down at her hand.

There was definitely chemistry and you feel like you don’t belong. It pains you. “Hey, I just noticed. Do you two have a match tonight or something?”

“We do!” Trish chimes. “It’s funny you say that. It’s against Victoria and Stevie Richards. Don’t worry, we’ll kick their butt for you. Speaking of which, I think we have to go to gorilla. Let's go, Jeff.”

“Have a good match.” You wave. They both thank you and leave you be, but you can see them talking on their own as they head down the corridor.

You’re alone with your thoughts once more, that is until a sickeningly sweet voice had made you groan.

“Oh sweet, sweet [Name].” Victoria coos, reaching over to caress your cheek. You swipe her hand away and she laughs. “I think that was so rude. The audacity of him, right? Just showing up with her like that in front of you.”

You just stare at her.

She continues on, knowing that she’s got you right where she wants. “Now that you know we have a match against them...come with us.”

It sounds more like a command than a request and she’s smiling all the while. “Having them lose would make them feel like they’ve lost everything."

Is that really true? No, is that what you really want? You're hesitant. “I don’t know, it seems a little—“

She quickly cuts you off. “You can trust me, [Name]. We’re friends.”

Friends. You’ve heard that word a lot lately. But you feel as if you had no other choice, you had to trust Victoria. So, you end up following her to gorilla in hopes of getting what you want.

When it was your turn, commentary referred to you as something akin to a lost puppy. You were clearly hesitating, taking painfully slow steps down the ramp.

Stevie has to rush back to grab you by the arm and pull you down the ramp a bit faster, which makes you yelp. “Ow, ow, ow! You’re grabbing me too tight—!” He pays no mind to your complaint, instead presenting you to the duo in the ring as if you were a trophy.

Trish and Jeff were confused. Really confused. Why were you out here with them? The two pass whispers amongst each other while Stevie joins Victoria in the ring.

You can’t look them in the eye, so you try and focus on Stevie as he’s the one to start the match with Jeff. As soon as they lock up, you let out a shrill for Stevie.

It almost makes Jeff break it up, so Stevie quickly takes advantage and stiffs him a bit. You lean your head onto the apron. It's going to be a long one..

So far, Victoria and Stevie weren’t doing too well. Trish and Jeff were completely dominating them and it makes you irritated. You want to help them out a bit. It’s Victoria and Trish in the ring while Jeff and Stevie were going at it outside.

Trish irish whips Victoria into the corner, and the latter brings up her knee to slam right into Trish’s face. As a rebound, Trish decides to hit the Stratusphere once Victoria starts to climb onto the top rope.

Alright, you can’t keep watching anymore. You absolutely have to interfere! Once she grabs her from off of the ground and starts heading towards the rope, you already know she’s about to do Stratusfaction.

In an attempt to stop her, you hop up onto the apron. The referee tries to stop you from getting in in the meanwhile. It’s clear that she hesitates coming towards your side, which gives Victoria enough time to try and reverse it into a Widow’s Peak.

Trish is able to maneuver her way back out of it though, much to your surprise. And instead of hesitating any further, she grabs Victoria by the back of her hair and uses you as leverage for her finisher. It hurt like hell once you hit the ground.

…Actually, you may have landed wrong. Almost immediately, a shot of pain had shot up your right leg, making you curl up and grab onto it. The crowd to let out a gasp.

‘[Name] falling off the apron, by god, that was a nasty fall!’ JR calls. ‘This may be bad news!’

On the other side of him, Jerry cries out. ‘Oh no! Come over here, [Name]! I’ll nurse it better!’

You don’t know what sucks more, the sound of the bell ringing along with Trish’s theme music or the fact you may have been injured. What if you’re taken off of TV? You feel like you’ll have to share your time off with Lita, who would probably drive you insane the entire time.

This is really bad. What starts to make it worse is that Stevie starts to stomp over to you. You can barely stand, which makes him yank you up harshly. He guided you over to the ring and pushed you in.

Now, you’ll have to answer to Victoria. As you try and use the ropes to get up, she stands over you, jabbing a finger in your face. “What the hell was that, [Name]?!”

“I was trying to help you!” It’s safe to say you’re afraid of Victoria right now. She's so unstable, you hated to be on her bad side. "I was!"

"We LOST!" She screams. "That bitch won! And it's all because of you! Guess what?! You're going to pay!"

Shit. Stevie grabs you and lifts you up, keeping you in a hold so that he’s got your arms hooked behind you. Victoria felt that she had no other choice but to punish you.

She reels her arm back in preparation. On instinct, you close your eyes.

…But nothing ever comes. You hear the crowd begin to cheer louder and you open your eyes to see that Trish had slid back into the ring and knocked her down. They move out of the ring, giving the other two enough space.

Of course, Jeff came back, easily maneuvering over to you and Stevie. He lets you go and you crash onto the ground, only able to watch them go at it.

Your leg was definitely busted. You can barely move! Luckily, the fight between the boys in the ring hadn’t last too long. Stevie rolls out of the ring to escape, while Jeff quickly comes over to you.

“Ya’ alright?”

"Besides my leg feeling like it's broken, sure, I'm alright." You sarcastically remark. He starts to walk and you try to hop along with him. “Dude, you’re going to have to slow down.”

“Sorry.” He quickly apologizes, slowing his speed so that you’re comfortable. You note that he’s not as harsh as Stevie was. He’s trying to guide you to the very edge of the ring.

…But he suddenly stops halfway before you get there. “What’re you doing?” You ask.

Jeff doesn’t reply.

Will he’ll regret this later? It didn’t matter. Before you can question him again, he reaches over to grab your face and brings you in for a quick kiss.

You don’t even know what to do. It was so fast, you didn’t even get the opportunity to decide whether you wanted to kiss back or not.

Perhaps it’s a random act of kindness. Maybe even an act of sympathy? You’re not even sure. You just look dumbfounded.

That’s the first time he’s ever done that. He goes back to helping you out of the ring without a word and you feel like it’s for the best.

Somehow, you have to fight the growing smile on your face, despite how much guilt may lie beneath.

Jeff Hardy is a strange individual, that’s for sure. But you know that he’ll always be a hero at the end of the day.

[jupiterjunebug]

Went in the tags of that one post w the "is wrestling fic is rpf (thread locked)" meme and someone was listing the circumstances where it MIGHT b rpf. They included "everyones personality is kayfabe compliant but in the fic wrestling is fake". I wanna read some of that actually i wanna see the fic where HoB are absolutely not kidding abt being for real magic but also Buddy is still gonna put somebody over next week. Swerve is committing the felonies out of spite fr but also he acknowledges sometimes you have to eat a pin for the storyline.

[aerodaltonimperial]

a 5-star review (1552 words) by argle_fraster Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel Garcia/Shibata Katsuyori Characters: Daniel Garcia (Professional Wrestling), Shibata Katsuyori Additional Tags: Kayfabe Compliant, Canon Compliant, Terrible restaurants, Getting Together Summary:

Danny and Shibata get food after their tag match.

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Hello and welcome to a random palette cleanser DO NOT WORRY I WILL BE BACK POSTING THINGS FEW PEOPLE WANT VERY SHORTLY 🤣🤣🤣

[imabillyami]

Basking in your heat

Read on Ao3 (no account needed)

Relationships: Jimmy Uso/ Kevin Owens

Characters: Jimmy Uso, Kevin Owens, some poor unsuspecting backstage producer & writers

3K, E

sexual content, my friends this is smut, established relationship, safe sane consensual, kayfabe compliant, some poor backstage producers and writers see more than they bargained for, these two are horny idiots who are very much in love in this one

more tags and warnings on Ao3

Summary: 

Kevin and Jimmy engage in some backstage shenanigans.

Notes:

This started out with @bangazaii (Mahi) asking me how Kevin would’ve reacted to this look (gif below) on Jimmy. So she gets 50% of the blame. I take the other 50% that turned this into pure filth. Sweet and loving filth. But filth nonetheless.

I wrote and edited this a while back, but only found it again today. I thought it might shorten the wait until I sort out my Samijey stuff.

[stackslip]

the feast has gone cold (7359 words) by bireaucracy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Roman Reigns/Jey Uso, Roman Reigns & Jey Uso Characters: Roman Reigns, Jey Uso Additional Tags: Kayfabe Compliant, Past Rape/Non-con, Dubious Consent, Abusive Relationships, Cousin Incest, Dealing with the reversal of your old power dynamics, Post Summerslam 2023, (Written two weeks before Summerslam so if WWE fucks it up that's on them not me), Canon-typical Roman Reigns behaviour Summary: After Summerslam, Jey struggles to come to terms with his new freedom, and Roman has to learn to exist in a world where his word isn't law.

first fic i've published in years and it's about wrestlers navigating incestuous abuse. thank you so so much to everyone who helped beta/edit this: Yan, @cha0tician, @strokegame, @siliconforbrains, @eternal-flame, and @lesbianbrad

[moregraceful]

Trick or treat 💕💕

This is neither kayfabe compliant nor not kayfabe compliant, but a secret third thing (based on @thevaudevillescene's imagines of Matt Jackson bitching at waitstaff)

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"My friend asked for no pickles," said Matt flatly.

"Okay?" said the waiter. His name tag said Cameron. He was a little nervous. "He literally didn't say anything, but I can get him a new sandwich, that's no issue."

"And no mayo," said Matt. "Or tomatoes."

"He doesn't like tomatoes," said Nick, cracking his knuckles.

Cameron paused. "Um, okay," he said. Deep breaths, buddy, he reminded himself. Stay cool. First day on the job is always weird. "Is there anything you don't want?"

Hook stared at him. He nodded.

"Great," Cameron said. "What else?"

"No lettuce," said Matt. "Lettuce upsets his stomach."

"Okay," said Cameron. He nodded. "So you ordered a BLT and you don't want tomatoes or lettuce? You just want bacon and bread."

"Hook wants cheese," said Matt.

"So like, a grilled cheese sandwich with bacon?" said Cameron. He was starting to feel a little panicked.

Hook nodded.

"Okay, cool," said Cameron. "We can do that. Um, you could have asked for that in the first place, but that's fine. I'll get you a grilled cheese with bacon. Anything else?"

"Chips," said Hook. Cameron swallowed. "Yeah, okay. They don't usually come with chips, but—"

Nick cracked his knuckles again.

"But it's seriously no problem!" said Cameron. "Don't even worry about it. I'm sure the chef would be happy to add chips. Or—uh."

Matt smiled slowly, showing all of his teeth.

"Great," said Cameron. "I'll be right back." He hurried off, hyperventilating.

"You guys are tools," said Kenny with a sigh.

"Maybe if he got Hook's order right in the first place, we wouldn't have to threaten him?" said Nick. "It's not a hard order. Like, it's a BLT without tomatoes or lettuce and with cheese. Kid shit."

Hook nodded. He picked up another chip from his plate of chips and took a bite.

[homoeroticgrappling]

Finally succumbing fully to the wrestling brainrot and publicly posting a fic about it on AO3, full info under the cut if you want to check it out!

I Can Make You A Man

Summary: Hook didn't realize agreeing to tag with Kris and Orange made him an honorary Best Friend, but Danhausen seems determined to involve him in group activities, including matching outfits it would seem. Indulging Danhausen is becoming second nature in a way Hook isn't ready to examine, and there's absolutely no way it could possibly backfire at ALL.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling

Relationship: Donovan Danhausen/Hook

Characters: Orange Cassidy, Kris Statlander, Trent Barreta, Taz | Tazz (Professional Wrestling), Donovan Danhausen, Hook (Professional Wrestling)

Additional Tags: Kayfabe Compliant, Miscommunication, Halloween Costumes, OC/Chuck If You Squint, Unnecessary Hausening Leading To Shenanigans, Tags May Change, Rating May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Call Me CM Punk Because I Have Never Seen Rocky

Thank you to @camebackforrohan for being a cheerleader/beta <3

[igncrxntripley]

Hi, could you please write some Dominik x female reader fluff? Maybe morning cuddles or something?

sunshine and snuggles

a/n: he's so babygirl in this i could throw up

tags: reader's gender not specified, SFW, mentions of dominik's family, not really kayfabe compliant oopsies

Nothing was better than waking up and having Dominik home. With how often he was on the road it was rare to have these mornings, but he always managed to squeeze in time for you. And when he was home, he always treated you like the most important thing in the world.

This time was no different; when you woke up, Dominik wasn't in bed. But you heard the sound of music coming from the kitchen and you smelled breakfast, so you knew what he had gotten himself into. You crawled out of bed and pulled on one of his hoodies before shuffling to the kitchen where Dom was quietly singing along to his playlist.

When he heard you walk into the kitchen though, he dropped everything to greet you. He smiled at you and opened his arms for a hug which you immediately reciprocated. "Good morning, mi amor." Dom whispered into your ear. His hands rubbed up and down your back and your head rested on his shoulder as you both swayed to the music. "Hi, baby." You said to him.

The sun shined onto Dominik's handsome face as you two hugged. He couldn't stop smiling at you as you watched him with sleepy eyes, and he made no move to pull away. "Your favorite cinnamon rolls are in the oven." Dom said before kissing your forehead.

"Angie's recipe?" You asked softly, giggling when he nodded his head. Not only did you have Dominik in your life, but your relationship also brought along his amazingly supportive family. They checked in on you just as much as Dominik did, and his mom had some of the best recipes known to man that Dom somehow managed to recreate perfectly. Sometimes it was hard to believe how lucky you were.

Dominik gave you a gentle kiss and squeezed your hips. "Go get comfy, I'll bring breakfast out shortly." He said, gently shooing you away to the couch. You didn't complain though as you got comfy under a blanket and put on your favorite show. Dominik only took about ten more minutes before he brought out plates with cinnamon rolls and your coffee.

"Move over, amor." He teased you softly, letting you make room for him to sit down only for him to immediately pull you back into his side. You smiled and took a sip of your coffee. "Someone's touchy this morning." You teased him softly, smiling as he held a piece of the cinnamon roll in front of your mouth to take a bite.

"Are you complaining? I can move." Dominik teased. You giggled at him and shook your head before giving him a gentle kiss. "I like you right here."

Once he finished feeding you breakfast, Dominik adjusted you both so you were laying on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat and his fingers running through your hair was enough to lull you right back to sleep, but each time your eyes shot right back open. Dom took note of this though and kissed the top of your head. "You know you're allowed to sleep, right? I'm not going anywhere."

You nodded at him and tightened your grip on his body. "I don't wanna sleep too much when you just have to leave again in a few days." You mumbled. Dominik didn't want to leave you either, but he also didn't want to make you stay awake.

His hands tilted your face up towards his again and he gave you another kiss. "You need to sleep. It'll be okay." Dominik said with one more kiss on the nose. He adjusted the blanket around your shoulders and continued playing with your hair, and he smiled in accomplishment once you fell right back asleep. "Sweet dreams, baby."

[unhlylgnds]

UNHLYLGNDS   ;   an   independant,   private   &   very   selective   multimuse   blog   ft   various   wrestlers   from   various   promotions   (   mainly   wwe   )   continuously   victimized   by   devil.   this   blog   is   KAYFABE   and   NON   KAYFABE   compliant.   VIEWER   DESCRETION   IS   ADVISED   ;   blog   contains   mentions   of   dr*gs   &   alcohol,   along   with   sexual   themes.   MINORS   DNI.   triggers   are   usually   tagged   but   i'm   human   &   sometimes   forget   ;   don't   be   afraid   to   message   if   you   need   something   tagged.   i   reserve   the   right   to   soft   block. 

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[softambrollins]

people tagging their fics with both 'kayfabe compliant' and 'kayfabe rpf' whatever the fuck that is.... lmao you should be banned from ao3 i'm not sorry

i've always wanted separate fandom tags for kayfabe compliant fics and non kayfabe compliant fics but honestly no one would use them right anyway.....