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nightsidewrestling · 4 months

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D.U.D.E Part 23 - Family Portrait (Set in 2021)

Note: This is set in a universe where Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here. Chapter 22: here.

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

Around 2000 words. 18+ in places (18+ will be marked Mature). Please inform me if you ish to be tagged/untagged. If text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner thoughts. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Updated Bios: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio. Eddie - Bio.

Kirby's P.O.V:

Her uncle Bran had taken them to a booked out office building, there to greet them is the rest of Kirby's uncles, and aunts and their kids, Kirby's cousins, without their spouses or children.

Kirby's uncles and aunts are at different tables, surrounded by their kids, Kirby takes a moment to take in the sight of her whole family seemingly on the same page. Naoise and the other Cyhyraeths, Rhodri and the other Ogres, Uinseann and the other Clurichauns, Yorath and the other Hunters, Bran and the other Fomorians, Delwyn and the other Mountains, Fergus and the other Dullahans, and the other two Dragons, her mother and father.

Eddie raises an eyebrow as he looks up from the pram, "Okay, who is everyone?"

"Right," Kirby points to each member of the family as she lists off the names, "Naoise and Talulla, the eldest of my Uncles and his wife, their kids, Maeve, Deirdre, Jarlath, Patrick, Bridget, Rosaleen and Lochlainn. Rhodri and Grania, second eldest, their kids, Fionn, Aisling, Caoimhe, Uilliam, Ivor and Eithne. Uinseann and Odharnait, third eldest, their kids, Sean, Wyn, Haf and Tydfil."

"Remember to breathe, Doll." He whispers.

Kirby chuckles and smiles softly, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Yorath and Deryn, fourth eldest, their kids, Vaughan , Neifion, Olwen, Gwen. You've already met Bran… Delwyn-"

"He looks like a Rottweiler." Eddie murmurs, covering his mouth with his left hand, the light glinting off his silver wedding ring.

"I know right," Kirby beams, "Anyway, his wife, Rhosyn, their daughter Llinos, and their son Roderick. Finally, my uncle Fergus, aunt Aoife and their son Flann… and you've already met my parents."

"Big family. I'll try and keep track of who's who." He notes, scratching his beard.

"This is without my cousins' spouses or kids, or their spouses and kids… oh wait no, there's Conan, Maeve has at least brought one of her kids."

Conan, a tall, broad-shouldered and muscular young man, orange hair with brown roots and blue eyes peek out from under an orange hoodie, when he turns his back to them, Eddie gets a clear view of the C.R.C logo on the back, the same symbol as some of Kirby's fancier shirts.

"He's ya cousin's son, he looks as old as you." Eddie raises an eyebrow.

"He is, actually he's a year older than me, and has two more kids than we do." She murmurs.

One of Kirby's cousins passes by Eddie closely, Kirby barely just notices a quick movement of their hands.

"Vaughan, give Eddie his wallet back or else." Kirby growls.

"Oh shit, sorry, here." Vaughan holds Eddie's wallet out to him.

"With all the money that was in there." She glares.

"There wasn't any… ugh, fine…" Vaughan sighs, replacing the money in Eddie's wallet.

"Notice anythin' missin', my soldier." She whispers, kissing Eddie gently.

The colour drains from Vaughan's face as he realises he's just stolen from Kirby's husband. He empties his pockets of everything, he's managed to steal from Eddie within a minute, it takes about three minutes for Vaughan to finally finish emptying his pockets.

"Please don't tell my wife." Vaughan requests.

"I don't have to tell her, she just watched you empty your pockets." Kirby grins, draping herself over Eddie's shoulders from behind.

Vaughan's face drops, looking over to see his wife, very annoyed at him, he goes running over in an attempt to calm her.

"He stole everythin' but my clothes… He's experienced at that?"

"Yep. He's spent two years in Prescoed for theft."

"Two years? Your cousin has spent time, in prison, for theft?"

"Never said any of them were saints." She murmurs, kissing him gently.

"Nah, ya saved that praise for my mother." Eddie smirks.

"That's because Ruthie is a saint, Saint Ruth, patron saint of New York."

Eddie chuckles, getting a seat at the table with Kirby's folks.

"Kirby, see Ivor, I told you she'd be here."

"Fionn," Kirby perks up as she looks over at the two heaviest-set of her cousins, "Come here, meet Eddie."

Fionn and his younger, though heavier-set, brother, Ivor walk over to Kirby and Eddie.

"Fionn Rhydderch, this is my brother, Ivor. We're responsible for Kirby loving food, and we made her experiment with food."

"Yeah, we also were the first people to get drunk." Ivor chimes in.

"Oh, so you two are why my wife likes kebabs so much?" Eddie asks as he shakes hands with Fionn and Ivor.

"Do you two remember, March fifth two-thousand-ten?"

"Yeah," Fionn nods, "Sharin' six extra-large pizzas, nine burgers, and three buckets of KFC. We each had two of those one litre bottles of soda and a tub of ice cream."

"Man, that was fun, especially the burping contest at that night's show. On commentary as well. Marciano hated us doin' that." Ivor giggles.

Eddie's jaw drops slightly at the mental image of Kirby, aged just nineteen, with Fionn and Ivor, all eating that much food in one sitting.

"Da, I'm gonna go get myself a coffee, you guys want anythin'?" Kirby asks as she stands next to her husband.

"Can you pick me up a pack of menthols and a Red Bull, Ma?"

Kirby nods, making a note on her phone, listening to her parents' requests, grabbing her wallet from her purse and going to the shop next door, a roughly five to ten minute long trip.

She jokingly sends Eddie a text of 'If I'm not back in 20, call the cops'.

It should have been under ten minutes, should have been less than an hour. Should have been.

Then again, she wasn't planning on being knocked out.

Nor was she planning on waking up, in what looks like, a dungeon or a creepy basement from a horror movie.

Oww, fuck, my head's killin' me.

She looks around the room a little, no signs of life.

She goes to speak, but her mouth has been wrapped in duct-tape, all that she says is too muffled to decipher.

She goes to move, quickly realising that she's tired tightly to a chair, or rather a stool with a metal pole behind it connected to both the ceiling and floor.

Where the fuck am I?

She puts her head down to pray, almost giving herself whiplash when she hears laughter.

What is this? Some sort of sick joke from one of Eddie's friends? No, Homicide, Moxley, Marciano, not even Penta laughs like that, and it's for sure not Eddie, to deep, to bassy… Mike?

Kirby's eyes widen, to an almost unnatural degree.

Eddie was right, Mike's helping Damien… I let him into my home, I let him around my children… MY SONS! EDDIE!

Kirby's heart pounds in her chest, like a bird attempting to flee a tightly locked cage.

I gotta get to my sons, I need to find a way back to Eddie. Fuck you Mike, I trusted you, I spent so many years trusting you. Only for this?! For my best friend to betray me?!

She feels someone grab her chin and force her to look at them, Vi, smiling devilishly.

"Rise and shine, cupcake." She whispers.

"Hey big girl, what, you're angry at us for kidnapping the mama bear away from her cubs?" Ashkii chuckles, a glimmer of gold in his smile.

"Or," Yoshi's voice echoes as she gets closer, heels clicking against steel steps, "Perhaps she's mad at us for taking her away from the American boy?"

"You like American dick, I got one right here for ya." Ash laughs, thrusting his crotch towards her face, doing the DX crotch chop as he does so.

Mike's laughter in the background is joined by Damien's.

"That's enough taunting her, I think it's time for our proposal." Damien dismisses Ash, Vi and Yoshi.

Kirby watches them walk away, her attention snapping to Damien when he rips the tape off her mouth. Ouch, motherfucker, why'd you have to be such an asshole?! Damien chuckles when he sees the fury in her eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt, beast?"

"What do you want, Damien?"

"I want the band back together. Think of it, my child, The Native Pride Regime, on tour, all over America."

"I have children, Damien, I can't be away from my sons like this." She glares at him, feeling Mike's hand on the back of her neck.

"If you agree to this plan, I'll keep you alive." He offers.

"Fine, I'll be a puppet on a string for you, but only if I can see my sons." She bargains.

"Deal… oh, and I won't be so nice if you refuse my orders this time around." He chuckles, leaving Kirby with Mike.

Mike forcibly kisses her, she tries to get away but he holds onto her neck, shoving her tongue in her mouth and filming in, pulling away and whispering to her, "I'll show ya husband, ya moved on from him fine."

The beating soon begin again, any time she moves even a finger out of time or out of the line.

Soon ending up underweight and an alcoholic again, drinking to numb her pain and too afraid to pray, no longer having her phone or wallet.

Her belongings, other than her clothes, all end up in Damien's possession within a week.

Her bra and panties end up in Mike's lecherous and lewd hands, every night she's handcuffed to his bedpost, forced to sleep next to him. He had taken to filming himself making out with her and sending it to Eddie, getting a sick joy from when she cries during the videos. She had been forced to see him naked, in his sleep, every night for nearly a month.

A month of her sons developing into humans, ripped from her like it was nothing.

They had been ghosting AEW for the entire month, following them via the independent circuit and actually playing music at bars and clubs. Kirby was certain someone got a glimpse of her in Ohio, and knew that Jon had been trying to call her when they reached New Jersey. Sara had dragged two of the other girls, on the roster, away from walking in Kirby's direction in Cincinnati, and then at the next show, the wrathful idiot had also gotten rid of Moxley, when he tried to approach Kirby whilst face-timing Eddie at that event.

New York, the place Eddie and her had called home, September 29th, Rochester, not quite home, home is Yonkers.

She was back to being the scared girl she was upon first meeting Eddie.

When Eddie caught a glimpse of her backstage, she ran, not towards him but away. Shit, fuck, Damien will rip me limb from limb, nope! Not today!

Her fear overwhelmed her like the ocean to the Titanic in its last moments, dragging her into the depths of her own mind, suffocating any hope she had left that he still loved her.

She could hear footsteps running after her, as she ran through the parking lot, the sound following her until she reached an alleyway and hid, her body trembling, behind a dumpster with no way out if whoever, or whatever, caught her there.

She covers her mouth to quiet the sounds of her breathing. Shit, they followed me down here. Her mind races as she races as she listens to the footsteps get closer. That doesn't sound like any of the Lucifarians, or the Hounds, or the band members of the Native Pride Regime. I can't identify them, Fuck! The sound gets closer, accompanied by heavy breathing, whoever this is, is out of breath, they're badly out of breath, and sniffing or snivelling, clearly emotional either way.

"I can tell ya here, let's just talk about this." Kirby can only tell the voice is a man, possibly Santana, Ortiz or… God forbid, Kingston. Damien's beaten me so badly, I can't even tell if that's Kingy.

She slowly stands up, mentally thanking the late night hour for making everything so dark, I might actually have a chance at sneaking away… if I knew Rochester as well as I have grown to know the disgusting taste of Mike's tongue.

A passing police car lights up her figure for a moment in blue light, allowing the person to see her pale frame.

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theocassidy · 2 months

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#babe wake up new (old) photos of oc harlot just dropped #orange cassidy #freshly squeezed #wrestling #aew wrestling #priscilla kelly #gigi dolin #we don't talk about where this match came from #the link takes you to the match on twitter also #photography

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allelitewrestlings · 8 months

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#jon moxley #orange cassidy #wrestlingedit #aewedit #aew #aew collision #tv: collision #ours: gifs #maker: s #*#collision: s01e12 #feud: moxley vs oc

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benzatthanin · 8 months

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AEW: DYNAMITE | 08/30/23

#aewedit #aew #orange cassidy #wrestlingedit #*#give them the main event idc oc deserves it

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the-kipsabian · 4 months

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#hook #aew #all elite wrestling #aewedit #wrestlingedit #wrestling #night gifs #him looking for the firework was so precious tho #im convinced he did this in hopes of making oc break character for a second lmao #(rp blogs dont reblog; saving and other personal use with tag credits is fine)

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quietbatperson · 5 days

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#chuck taylor #aew dynamite #aew #all elite wrestling #qbp gifs #his face moving towards oc #augh

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littlemagicalstardust · 1 day

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Orange Cassidy has said before in an old interview: "You can do whatever you want to me but the moment you hurt my friends, then I get a little upset." It really speaks so much truth when you realize... Orange has allowed Trent to hurt him and would never fight back. Until the moment he sees Trent has hurt Chuck, he's upset and wanting to get after him. He really loves Chuck and always has. <3

#tw: blood #tw: injury #everyone's okay #my gifs #freshly squeezed #orange cassidy #chuck taylor #chuckie t #sexy chuckie t #kris statlander #trent?#trent beretta #best friends #chorange #aew rampage #oc loves chuckie t #gentleman's club #kentucky gentleman

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fuckyeahorangecassidy · 6 months

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When Your International Champion has something to say YOU LISTEN

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orange-catsidy · 5 months

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#oc cheesing at the camera is TOO cute #aew #orange cassidy #kris statlander #my edits

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sequentialprophet · 5 months

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#AEW #Danhausen #very nice very evil #Orange Cassidy #ARE WE GETTING VERY EVIL #IS IT HAPPENING #IS HE GONNA CHALLENGE OC #DO IT #I WANNA SEE IT

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hurricanrxna · 8 months

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hello everyone!! welcome to the prologue of my new fanfic series featuring the miz and my original character dani! this idea has blossomed into my little labor of love recently and marries so many of my favorite things into a super mushy and emotional little package. I've been wanting to write a proper multi-chapter fic for such a long time, but the pressure of putting out really long chapters has always scared me off. recently though I decided to just bite the bullet because I was so inspired by this; screw my own internal pressure! 😂 so! here I am! each chapter will be accompanied by a short synopsis plus links to previous chapters and the master list!. for questions about the story or input or anything at all, please don't hesitate to send 'em in through my asks! I would love to hear all of your feedback ❤️

synopsis : every dream started somewhere. some just so happened to begin in a low-income apartment in California in 2002, where two people looked up at their grungy ceiling and dared to believe that together they could go farther than they had ever imagined. find the full story synopsis & masterlist here!

"Babe? You think I packed enough socks? 'Cuz I know I got fifteen pairs already but you never know." The chaotic sounds of clothes rustling and all manner of objects hitting the nearby dresser could be heard from the teeny half-kitchen just a few steps away, comically punctuating his words.

"Fifteen pairs, Mike?! You're going to orientation for two days not Mount Everest!" Dani shouted back with an unmistakable smile that seemed to melt into her voice. Though she was focused on the food in front of her, she was mostly just soaking in the moment to make sure she kept it slotted away in her mind forever.

Maybe part of it was because Dani knew that this was a turning point; something in her heart told her that.

When Mike had a dream and had a mission, he worked at it day and night until he didn't just earn it, he owned it. It's how he had gotten his shot in reality television, in front of the cameras where she knew he belonged. And while his time in television like that had been fun for both of them, it wasn't where his story was going to end. Dani knew that in her heart too.

Dani was there when Mike had decided to become a WWE wrestler. Like any other lost twenty-something, he was at a crossroads. And yet the path had opened up to him so easily, and it all took off from there. It was all moving so quickly, in fact, that Dani felt as though she was caught in a whirlwind. It was more enjoyable than anything, but she just hoped that she could hold on tight enough to stay on the ground by the end of it.

"Yeah, but you know how I am! Things just disappear around me sometimes; I swear I put something down here, then it's gone!" Mike's voice whisked Dani back to the present, thankfully just in time for her to rescue the mac and cheese. "Imagine the horror of me walking out there, first day of training, with one sock on."

"As if you wouldn't find a way to make that your gimmick or something," Dani cocked an eyebrow his way as she watched him saunter out of their bedroom, his hair still tightly gelled. "I think 'The Sockless Wonder' would get over great. I'd buy the t-shirt!"

Mike rolled his eyes in an attempt to seem unamused, though the huge grin that tugged at his lips gave it all away. A few steps more and he was standing closely behind Dani at the stove, wrapping his arms around her gently and pulling ever so slightly to ease her away from the tempting boxed meal.

"I'm allowed to steal that idea, right? Without crediting you at all? 'Cuz I'm gonna need the money." He chuckled as he rested his chin on her shoulder, kissing her jaw softly. Dani, never able to resist his charms even on the best of days, relented and leaned back a bit with a content sigh. The food would still be there when they got back, anyway.

"You credit me or I sue you, Mizanin. And where we're going, you'll be dealing with my very expensive and very morally dubious lawyers!" Mike let out a big laugh and in one smooth movement, grabbed Dani by the waist and pulled her onto the plush (discounted from a garage sale) fluffy rug below them. For a second he tickled her as revenge before laying down beside her, their fingers intertwined.

It was silent for a few minutes, so much so that Dani could feel her heart beating in her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were standing on the precipice of something, a new beginning that she hadn't believed was possible. Both of them had grown up in small towns with the promise that they would live their lives just as their parents had. Dani had become content with that idea; Mike hadn't. His drive to be something greater than what anyone had thought he could accomplish was what Dani owed her ambition to.

"You feel that too?"

"Yeah. It's a lot."

"Scary?"

"No, not really. Not with you here." Mike turned to Dani and, for as long as she'd live, gave her a smile she'd never forget that she swore could end wars and bring about world peace. Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. But it was still a smile she'd replay countless times over in her head for years. It said more than just excitement. More than just anticipation. It was a promise.

He then pointed to the ceiling with confidence and a goofy expression that made her laugh, almost like he was about to perform. "'Cuz when you see me come down that ramp one day, with the fireworks and the pyro and the crowd screaming, I'm not gonna be afraid of anything and you know why?" Mike leaned in closer to her as he waited for her response, making her chuckle.

"Why?"

"Because I'll have you there, right by my side. Because I'll know that I got to where I am because you never gave up on me. When everyone else didn't see me, you did. And I'll spend the rest of my life thanking you for that." Dani's breath hitched and she knew her next words were going to be all wonky and choked up while she tried to fight off tears.

If there was only a way to show him how much he meant to her, to show him that she loved him beyond any words she could speak.

"Then that's where I'll stay," she finally said, sniffling as she took his arm and held him as close as she could to her. "Right here next to you."

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nightsidewrestling · 4 months

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D.U.D.E: Moments - Part 5 - At The Motel (Part 1 | Set in 2020)

Tags: @piratewithvigor@tantamount-treason@thedollmaker16@janetreader

This takes place during Part 3, when they get to the motel.

Also Kirby is still Orange, Italics are inner thoughts.

Eddie's P.O.V:

Kirby had parked next to a Motel, staying silent as Eddie stares at her, trying to understand why she chose this place.

"The fuck are we doin' here?" Shit, I don't mean to be aggressive.

"Eddie," Kirby's voice is soft and maternal, "if we stayed at the hotel we were at last night Damian would know. If we stay here, no one except us knows."

"Oh," Shit, that's good for a plan made in an hour, "smart move. Well, when we get a room you gotta pretend that ya datin' me."

"Beth y uffern? I'm not… why the fuck would I do that?"

"Beth… what?" You know I can't speak Welsh, kid, "Because ya have ta, or else people might get suspicious." He shrugs, jogging over to Kirby's door and opening it, leaning on it as they talk.

"But why?"

Kirby, you brought us to a cheap-ass motel, in a bad part of Jacksonville, I bet ya the only reason people come here is for drugs and sex, Jesus, "But why?" He whines mockingly, "Let me put you in my shoes for a second, kid. Guy of my age," as in nearly ten years older than you, "rolls up at a shady, cheap-lookin', motel with a young," once again near ten year age gap, "pretty lookin'," fuckin' gorgeous supermodel, "gal like you, are ya gettin' the picture?"

"Oh, I see… I am not, you know, a read light special, so to speak."

"A red light special? Like the TLC song?" I doubt you've ever been in a red light district, kid.

"Yeah," She whispers, humming the tune as they walk together, "I like 'em attentive and I like 'em in control, you know what I mean?"

Eddie and Kirby chuckle softly as he gets his bags out of the trunk, he gets them the first room the first room the desk staff offer, noticing that Kirby's zoning out, smirking softly as the cashier says the word 'Suite', although he doesn't catch any other words as he gets the keys and leads Kirby to the room.

Oh, the staff must think we're here to fuck, this has got to be the honeymoon suite.

Kirby blocks the bathroom doorway, her face going pink and the scar nearly blending into her skin.

"What's up with you? Need me to leave while ya piss or somethin'?" He grunts, raising an eyebrow. How bad can it be in there?

"Edward, we have a problem." Kirby squeaks.

"Problem? What sorta problem?"

Eddie looks into the bathroom, laughing at the heart-shaped tub and pink lighting. There's no shower in hers, no privacy if either of us walks in when the other is naked. He stops laughing, "Oh fuck, there ain't a shower in there?"

"I like some excitement and I like a man that goes." Kirby teases, easing the keys out of his hand, blowing him a kiss before heading to the door.

"Now is not the time to quote that song!"

He heads out to the balcony, mumbling the song under his breath and lighting another cigarette, trying to keep his mind off of Kirby singing the song, and the many images his brain has invented of him with her sexually.

"You alright, Eddie?" The sound of her footsteps is as soft s her voice as she approaches him, "You don't have to put that out now I'm here, you know."

"You got that song stuck in my head, kid, you've got me mumblin' that shit to myself." You've also got me picturin' my - I shouldn't tell her that, thinkin' wit' ya dick again Eddie, ya sound like a perv if you say any of it.

"I've got you mumbling Red Light Special to yourself? I guess there are worse songs to think about having sex to… not that you're thinking of having sex with me or anything. God no, why would you want to, I mean, look at me, I'm no man's first choice." She rambles, her face going pink.

Oh, you have no idea, Eddie pulls her into a side hug, "Hey kid, you're as pink as that bathtub," he chuckles, "If I were thinkin' of fuckin' ya, I would at least get to know ya first."

"Don't mess with my head, Eddie." She grumbles.

Part of him wants to offer her his cigarette, another part wants to tease her further, and that part wins out, "Or else you'll?" He smirks, covering his mouth as he takes another drag of the cigarette.

"I'll steal your phone, call your mother and explain to her, that her son's making a young lady very uncomfortable."

"Don't you dare, my mother would destroy me with words alone, she'd take my head off with her teeth." Ma would send me into next year with the verbal beatdown she would give me.

"Ooh, you've got a fiery mother too? Is she a red-head like mine or is she… What's the thing Billie says, Latina or Hispanic?"

"Puerto Rican," she's an amazing woman too, "my father's Irish though."

"Fully Irish, or like half Irish half somethin' else? My Da's half Irish, half Welsh."

"Fully Irish, I think, I'm not sure though, fairly sure he's part Hulk sometimes… and not smart Hulk, like first movie dumb Hulk."

"I get that. My Ma's half Scottish, so pissing her off is like pulling the pin on a human grenade."

Oh, so you'd be really fiery if someone got under your skin, "Ah, so that's where you get your fire in the ring from, you got both Irish and Scottish fire, so it's like a shotgun blast of 'Don't piss her off'."

"Sure… unless you're Damien, and have control over my career, and drag me away from my friends, just to see if working in America will work out."

"Oh really? You wanna talk about that?" If you never came to America, I would still be searchin' for a woman who makes me feel like you do.

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