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The latest chapter of my RWBY OC fic Flames of Change. Make sure to see the pinned post for the chapter list in order.
Dash Ospreay belongs to me.
Sienna Umberon belongs to @gruntnuker-rwby and @wetsliceofbread
Although he had lost track, Dash was fairly certain it had been a few days since he had last seen Sienna. Or at least it was a few sleep cycles since then. But, between the days and nights blending together from inside his hellish prison cell, and his body demanding rest from a combination of pain, exhaustion, and boredom, there was no guarantee he was right. When she eventually did return, she looked more irritable than usual. Which was saying something. Dash watched as the other White Fang troops did their best to stay clear out of her way. The ones that were forced to interact with her received their orders with complete compliance, no questions and words kept to a minimum besides a succinct "Yes ma'am." Every time her gaze found Dash out of the corner of her eye, her scowl intensified. Dash had no clue why. He knew Sienna well enough to know something was bothering her, but trying to pinpoint what would've been sheer guess-work.
"I'll be in my office. If you bother me, it better be real important," Sienna told the soldiers before retreating behind her office door. It was down the hallway but in plain view from where the caged heir sat. Another unknown amount of time passed. Time might as well have had no meaning to Dash at this point. It was long enough for him to wonder if having Sienna around was better or worse for him compared to the revolving door of faceless Fang cronies. Despite the time, he couldn't come up with an answer before a loud thud from the other side of the door derailed his train of thought. Staggered, stumbling stomps grew louder and closer until the door swung open. Sienna wobbled in place in the doorway with a goofy grin until the door bounced back from its hinges and thwacked her in the shoulder.
"Owww motherfucker!" she cursed at the door before giving it a big two-handed push. The door came back at her again so she inelegantly dodged, nearly tripping over her own two feet in the process. "Fuckin' feet always failing me," she mumbled to herself. Somehow managing to stay upright, she entered Dash's room and her grin curled into something more mischievous. He noticed after light investigation the half finished bottle of whiskey in her hand.
"Helloooooo," she cooed at Dash with a playfully evil undertone before, to Dash's surprise, unlocking the cell door. However, the shock was short-lived once he laid eyes on the chain leash and collar wrapped around her other hand. "I'll be taking the toy into my office. I'll make sure he's fed," she called out to any Fang member within earshot. Dash tried to tilt his head and move away to make it difficult. But, one harsh grab by the chin from Sienna was correction enough so she could snap the collar on with ease.
"But Sienna, ma'am," a particularly nervous looking new recruit spoke up, instantly drawing Sienna's death stare. "Er, Commander, uh.." Sienna's eyes burned two holes through him. "H-High Leader Taurus said the prisoner is to remain in his cell at all times."
"High Leader Taurus can suck my fat cock!" Sienna exclaimed, leaving the rookie perplexed on multiple levels. "The prisoner knows to not even dare try to escape on me. Isn't that right, Spicy?" Dash sighed instead of rolling his eyes at the name. It was one of many used to irk him at Beacon. A quick yank on the leash curtailed him though and brought him closer to Sienna's side.
"Watch the lungs, red. I heard that," she said. A brief moment of PTSD powerlessness gripped Dash and caused him to break into a cold sweat. Sienna then began leading the way, with Dash lagging behind, outside his normal confinement and into a new one. Thankfully the walk was short. In Dash's mind, the less people that saw him like this the better. Even though Sienna was already too much. "Ya know if you ever make it out of here, you're gonna have a serious pet play kink thanks to me." Her loud, uncontrollable laughter was like nails on a chalkboard to Dash. As he trudged along behind her, Sienna kept flicking the end of her tail so it brushed against Dash's face enough to tickle him. Well that's one to be told to pick up the pace. With his hands cuffed and unable to turn his head, the only way he could avoid the relentless tail tickling was to speed up. Sienna snickered again, this time punctuated by a snort.
Once inside her office, Dash took a survey around as Sienna locked the door behind them. A beautifully crafted dark oak desk sat as the master centerpiece to the room. On one side of the desk sat a messy stack of almost late paperwork with her mask on top of it as a paperweight. Her claws were hung up on a display stand behind her chair. As Dash wondered how Sienna swindled a stylish place like this, Sienna forced him down into a sitting position where he stood. She hooked his bindings to a pipe running along the wall, leaving him very little wiggle room. But, it was still a nice step up from the blanketed shelf he had been sleeping on.
"I don't think you'll need that. It's more for in case someone knocks," she told him while knelt down. Once he was secured, Sienna got up and sauntered toward a counter on the left to begin preparing the inmate his dinner. She had been the one who set his eating schedule during his time here, but it was the first time he watched her actually make it. Or rather he watched what wasn't obscured by her body or the insane amount of fluff on her tail. After a couple moments of eyeing her as she casually went about her business while fighting her drunkenness, she sat down a hot meal in front of Dash - in a doggy bowl. Dash glared at his warden.
"Gotta be able to eat without hands somehow. Now quit giving me that look and be a good puppy." Her words dripped with an infuriating amount of mocking impishness. Dash didn't want to give her the satisfaction of being even more of her obedient dog. He left his food untouched. It was a strategy he had already tried to employ against his captors. It hadn't proven very effective though, and every time he would eventually crack and give his body the scraps it had been begging for. "Suit yourself. Only hurting you."
Sienna turned back toward her desk, whipping her tail into Dash's face one more time in the process. Jumping into her comfortable office chair, she kicked her feet up onto the desk before leaning too far back and nearly falling backwards. She did recover, albeit clumsily. Dash sat in disbelief that this one of the White Fang's fiercest and most capable, the one who stormed into Atlas and got out with him. "So," she went on, "I heard your daddy's little speech." Dash grumbled as his eyes fell away from her and toward a wall. "In the damn near month - fuck has it been that long already? - guess how many times your dad has contacted us personally. Or how many times he's tried to break you out by force."
"You already know the answer," he finally mumbled after a minute of Sienna patiently waiting. He really didn't want to say it. He had already heard it once.
"Yeahhhhh. But I wanna hear you say it," she said. Still, no reply. "Come onnnn, I'll give you a drink if you answer." Sienna waggled the whiskey bottle she had just taken another swig out of. Only silence followed. But, Sienna's stubbornness was only amplified without her sobriety. Dash was learning quickly that there was nothing more frustrating than a happy in-your-face kind of drunk to deal with when you can't leave. "I know you know the answer. You're gonna hate it."
"I get it! It's zero, alright?!" Dash snapped.
"Ayyyyy," Sienna said. "Strawberry shortcake want a drink?" Again with the names. If he didn't like them at Beacon, he fully detested them now. Somehow, the grin that always accompanied them was even more annoying now than it was then. Shrugging him off, Sienna started to rummage through the obscene amount of drawers in her desk. "So much shit in here," she muttered to herself.
"Where is Dawn?" Dash asked.
"She's fine. A different crew is looking after her. I've been keeping in touch with them. They're ones you can trust," she said before her head popped over the desk again with an unopened bag of pens. As she tore into it with her teeth, she met Dash cocking an unsure and faithless eyebrow. Sienna rolled her eyes. "She's got coloring books to keep her busy, and her own personal grunt to make sure she always has crayons. She's broken a few throwing them back at him, just for him to give her more ammo. Poor bastard doesn't know what to do." Dash smiled slightly. It was the first warmth he felt inside in a long time knowing that Dawn was being so strong. He knew she was tough. The smile faded, however, when the first pen was thrown in his direction, even though it sailed over his head.
"Damn!" Sienna remarked. "So when are you gonna learn your daddy doesn't care about you?"
"That's not true," Dash said lowly. Sienna lobbed another pen, this time nailing Dash right on the forehead. He flinched at first, but couldn't turn his head away, before growling and kicking towards Sienna. But he was a mile away, and he only kicked the air before the chains tugged him back to his spot.
"Bullseye!" Sienna laughed. "But it's true. He's too worried about his precious profits to pay the ransom and get his own kids back. He’s either too dumb to realize you’re being held hostage by a group who have wanted you dead for years, or he just doesn’t care."
“If he gives in to the White Fang’s demands, no matter what they are, money or whatever, then they win. Not to mention it can’t be easy coming to the table to negotiate with a side that only wants you killed.”
“Man, he’s got you brainwashed real good,” Sienna said while shaking her head. Her mismatched eyes looked down at Dash, simultaneously stunned and expectantly disappointed that this was his line of thinking even in the situation he’s stuck in. It still didn’t stop the next pen from raining down and getting him right in the nose. “But hey, that last part’s fair. I think everybody wearing these masks want nothing more than his death certificate. Myself included.”
“Yeah, I bet you wanna be the one to personally do it,” Dash grimaced as the next pen tomahawked at him clipped him in the ear. “And are the pens really fucking necessary?? Quit it!” This time at least he kept the thrashing to a minimum so the collar didn’t painfully remind him of his place.
“Still got that hot head. Don’t think anyone will ever beat that out of you,” Sienna said. Dash eyes glanced upward in thought for a moment before he nodded in concession. “And yeah, I’d say the pens are necessary. Let’s see. The first one was for when we first met and you called me a ‘punkass faunus wastelander’. The next one was for the time you tried to pin the argument on ‘faunus like me’ when thirteen people died in an accident at one of your factories. And the one I'm about to throw is for the time you tried to pick a fight with Riley just cause she stood up for me! Actually-". With each accusation, Dash shrunk and shriveled more and more in his place before the sounds of more drawers opening and closing brought his attention forward again. Coming back up, Sienna was reloaded, this time with a box of paper clips. With one heated up in the palm of her hand via her semblance, she chucked it at him. He made no effort to try and dodge, letting it burn where it hit him.
"And to answer your other thing. I want him dead, yeah, but I don't wanna be the one to do it. I don't kill if I can help it," she continued.
"How noble of you. Want a medal? Want me to rub your feet?" Dash scoffed.
"Ohoho," Sienna chuckled, "you even think about touching my feet and I'll make an exception and ship you back to your dad in more pieces than IKEA furniture." Stopping mid-breath, Dash was briefly paralyzed. He wasn't sure if it was a bluff to call her out on. But it sounded like the most real threat she's delivered yet. Guess she wasn't the type to get foot rubs from Riley. Sienna laughed loudly and took one of the last swigs the bottle had left. Slowly, Dash exhaled and let his arms drop. Once the laughter ceased, Sienna caught her breath. "You should be thanking me, ya know."
"Thanking you? For what?? The privilege of being an insane fox's plaything? Or that you don't have anything bigger to throw!" Dash said incredulously almost like his tone was instinct. Another searing office supply smacked him in the forehead, only further proving his points.
"Ooooo maybe I could find some ball bearings, that's an idea for next time. But I'm serious. You should be grateful. I'm the only reason you're alive."
"Uh-huhhhh. You're totally my savior and not the reason I'm in this hell to begin with, right?"
"Think about it, Spicy. You think that hit at the party only happened cause of me? You’ve been on the hit list for a long time, and that party gave them the golden opportunity. They were gonna crash that mansion and come after you anyways. And all the people guarding you while I was gone, you think they have the patience to deal with some trust fund kids? If they had their way, they woulda offed you and Dawn and sent back your corpses in exchange for the ransom money.” A cold snap rocketed up Dash’s spine. It was partially for his safety, but mainly due to the image of his little sister meeting her end like this. It was an image he couldn’t erase. “So I told them I knew you, knew you too damn well, and they offered me the job in a heartbeat. I took it, cause yeah, I wanted to get back at you for all your cocky prick bullshit and for all the times you defended your dad. But also cause… I didn’t wanna see you dead. Same goes for your sister.” Dash squinted at the fox faunus like he was trying to peer through some mirage. “So yeah, think about that next time you wanna call me trash or whatever. I’ll be expecting some more obedience from my pet.”
“So what’s the endgame?” Dash questioned, dismissing Sienna’s cackling and cutting to the point, all the while suppressing a groan.
“It was supposed to be have your sperm donor fork over the ransom and get you two back home safe, but he hasn’t gone for it yet. So now I don’t know.” There was a momentary pause, Dash studying Sienna as she offhandedly fidgeted with a clip.
“And what about you?” he spoke up, causing her fox ears to flick slightly in confusion. “How do you see this ending for yourself?”
“Probably when everybody we went to school with come to put me six feet under,” she said. Her response was quick and seemed to carry no care on the surface, but Dash noticed her entire demeanor shift. Her ears lowered. She sat more leaned forward in her chair. She dropped her makeshift fidget spinner. She instantly sobered up.
"What does that mean?" Dash asked.
"It doesn't matter how it ends for me," she replied, not really answering Dash about where their friends from school came from or how they fit into this.
"Sienna what do they have-"
"Oh for fuck's sake you still just talk way too much! After all this you still can't keep your mouth shut! I said it doesn't matter so drop it!" Sienna swiped her bottle just for her growl to magnify when she realized only the last drops of her bourbon were left. Tossing it aside on her desk, her right hand wrapped around her left forearm, leaving a glowing red mark. Dash took note of her manner. It mirrored the mood she was in when she first arrived today. There had to have been something more to it under the aggressive exterior. Was it stress? Worry? Fear? Sienna wouldn't reveal that even to her most trusted friends, much less him. Whatever it was, it didn't stop the next scalding paper clip from coming at him with renewed vigor, although her aim was wayward. Dash released a heavy sigh. Something in his mind was clearly weighing him down, something he had no idea how to begin to articulate it. What were the words to say here?
"I'm sorry, Sienna." Sienna's ears shot straight up and she stopped mid-windup of her next throw.
"What?" Sienna had no idea that those words were even in the Ospreays' vocabularies. Was that the first time Dash had admitted guilt about anything? It was like a baby saying his first words. It was awkward and lacked confidence. But, she couldn't dwell on it too long. The clip in her hand started to melt and burn her fingers, prompting her to fling it against the wall. "Fuck!"
“What’s the look for?” Now it was Dash’s turn to be befuddled.
“The fuck? Where’d that come from?” Sienna furrowed her brows, convinced he was joking. She almost wanted to lob another pen at him for the audacity of lying to her face like that. Or to make sure he was real and not some alcohol-fueled hallucination.
“For all the shit at Beacon. I’m sorry,” he repeated. He sounded genuinely sincere, but that made it all the more baffling and unbelievable to Sienna. “Believe me or not, I don’t care. You’re not getting it out of me again.” Now that was the Dash she was more than accustomed to. That braggadocio that gave him a very punchable existence. She folded her arms and intently glared at the trapped heir. After an excruciatingly long moment, Sienna unsteadily rose from her chair. Still struggling with coordination, she made her way to the counter without faceplanting into the floor and withdrew a fork from one of the cabinets. Dash’s electric eyes widened in panic.
“Whoa whoa hey hey now what are you planning on doing with that?? Let’s not be rash here, we can be more civilized about this,” Dash said with a nervously petrified fake chuckle. Sienna didn’t answer and kept approaching. He tugged hard on his restraints as the instinct to put his hands up and block his face kicked in. He fruitlessly tried to scoot away before closing his eyes and awaiting the pain of a fiery utensil meeting his skin. However, he kept waiting. And waiting. Until his arms were suddenly able to fall to his sides in their natural position. Unsure how or why he wasn’t bleeding, on fire, or both yet, Dash opened one eye to see his bowl of food placed in front of him now complete with a fork to eat it with. Then, his gaze raised upward to Sienna towering over him, twirling the key to his binds.
“Eat.” The command was stern, frighteningly so. It was still coming from the woman who held the fate of his life in her hands, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Dash rubbed his wrists, hesitating to break eye contact until his grumbling stomach won out. The food was still warm. It was nothing fancy, but every bite he took felt like heaven. The subsequent bites after the first one came quicker after the previous as his body cried in gratitude. After a moment, Sienna dropped down to one knee in front of him. “You know. You can help us.”
"You expect me to help the White Fang?" Dash said with a mouth full of food before swallowing. "The info I've given up already isn't enough."
"You can do more. Give us more, do what we ask, and do it all without having me to beat you into submission, and it might just be your ticket out of here. And our ticket to end all the pain your family"s caused."
"And condemn my father to death?"
"He's doing the same to you right now."
"I can't do that to my own flesh and blood, Sienna. How do you expect me to sleep well at night doing that?"
"Uuuuuugh," she groaned. "Definitely getting something bigger to throw at you next time." Before Dash could escalate the argument any further, something he had a talent for doing, a knock on the door cut them both short. Dash froze before his next bite, petrified if someone heard them or saw him somehow. But, Sienna just groaned louder. "Now whaaaaat?" Rising once more, she went to the door and opened it up just enough for her to stand in the doorway. She blocked any vision of Dash from the outside, and vice versa. But, Dash could still hear a Fang official's voice.
"Commander Umberon."
"Yup, that's me."
"We have received intel that significant progress is being made in repairing Vale's CCT tower. The crew working on it is supposedly close to a major breakthrough in restoring communications." Dash perked up at the mention of at the current state of his old home, but luckily it went unseen. “We need those comms to remain offline so we can continue to operate with less secrecy as we have been. We are sending Tango Squadron to make sure our great strides will not be halted, but they could use an extra bit of firepower. And since you are so familiar with Beacon Academy, the High Leader suggested you.”
“Tango Squadron, huh?” Sienna said before pausing to think. Not like she was pondering not doing it, it was just taking a moment for her buzzed mind to catch up with the rest of her. “Yeah, I’m in.” As she was being relayed all of the important mission details, most notably that this was happening tomorrow night, she nodded rakishly through it all. “Yeah, yeah, got it. And hey tell one of the grunts sitting on their asses to get me some more booze, would ya?” Dash couldn’t see the response, only the door shutting and Sienna spinning to face him once more with a smirk.
“Did you hear that? I get to visit our old stomping grounds! This should be fun! Oh and don’t worry,” she said while crouching next to Dash. She caressed then pinched Dash’s cheek with enough power in her semblance to cause a light sting. With his hands now free, he was able to swat at her arm and push it away. “I’ll be back for you much sooner than my last trip. Then we can continue our little conversation.”
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Ignition Chapter 1: Party Time
The rush of every corner, the thrill of every race.. Is it more of a miracle that these racers can keep up with a city like Los Angeles? Or that Los Angeles can keep up with them?
So, this was originally a RWBY fanfiction I had worked on, but as my interest in RWBY has faded, I decided to reboot it with a fully original cast. Story takes place in a fictional and slightly fantasy Los Angeles. Huge thank you to the ones who support me and push me to get off my ass and actually write ( @wetsliceofbread and @gruntnuker-rwby especially for sharing this brainchild with me). Anyways, enjoy!
He gazed up at the sky through the car window. Orange and red skies were clinging onto their last moments before giving way to the black of night. Business owners just outside were closing up shop. Some were retreating home after a long day of getting pummeled by the southern California sun. But, nightfall wasn’t an end for Los Angeles. All it was instead was an opportunity for a new cast of characters to shine in the City of Angels. And at the heart of it all tonight sat the Clearview District, a place where people from all walks of life converged. Restaurants, fashion boutiques, nightclubs, and bars all mixed together. However, it also played as backdrop for something new to take shape in the city. A new scene, one that served as the perfect stage for these people of the night. It was also a scene that LAPD officials keen on gaining public favor promised to “put a stop to for the good of the city.”
Or at least, that’s what they kept saying. But currently, there wasn’t a single cop roaming the streets of the Clearview District.
The radio in the car softly crackled to life. Behind it, a male voice spoke softly yet calmly.
“I just notified R. Patrols have been rerouted. We are a go.” Another voice followed up, a female carrying a perky and excited tone.
“That’s our 21st century digital boy hard at work!”
“Let’s bust some ass!” A third voice, another female, chimed in, this one a tad deeper than the first. Finally, he reached for the radio. He had waited long enough to make his presence felt.
“Time to remind this city who’s number 1. Let’s move All-Stars!” Every word he said oozed with arrogance, a swagger that was as resolute as it was painfully obvious to anyone who could hear him. Without another moment wasted, he turned the key and fired up the ignition.
The average driver on the freeway didn’t realize just how much they wanted a change in scenery from the sea of monochromatic sedans and pickup trucks. But they got exactly that in the form of a colorful convoy of four cars. On point was a sleek and graceful Ferrari 458 Italia clad in one of the prancing horse’s signature shades of red. Next in line was an orange Dodge Challenger Hellcat, adorned with black racing stripes and the word “HELLFOX” above the rear wheels. Then, a purple 1992 NSX marked with a Honda badge on the front and Japanese characters across the back windshield. And finally, bringing up the rear, a blue Ford Focus tricked out with a custom livery, blue underglow, and - as everyone else who was sharing the highway were quickly learning - a speaker system. As the quartet neared the Dawkins Drive exit, they took their opportunity to leave the freeway behind, forcing everyone else to return to the never-ending parade of the same old cars.
Halted by a red light at the bottom of the off ramp, the Ferrari driver leading the brigade watched as a blue Mitsubishi 3000GT stroll past. A lifted Dodge Ram went past a moment later in the opposite direction. Its tailgate was filled with a few people along with some traffic cones and “ROAD CLOSED” signs. He casually nudged the blinker switch to signal right turn and upon the light turning green, he led the way in pursuit of the Mitsubishi. A brief few blocks later, the group came across a parking garage that usually lay quiet and unsuspecting during the daytime hours. But, as evident by the groups of people excitedly chatting by the front gate and the tuned up cars entering it, it was the hottest spot LA’s nightlife had to offer tonight.
The commotion at the front gate turned its focus to the incoming squad as the Italian supercar led the way inside. The Focus brought the volume of their EDM playlist they were previously blasting down. The Hellcat’s engine rumbled lowly, as if it was itching to unleash its barely hidden power. Each side of the aisle they cruised down was decorated with a wide variety of vehicles. Japanese tuners, muscle cars, European coupes, sport bikes, trucks. Some were plastered with intricate vinyl paint jobs. Others kept a more modest look in hopes of being slept on. Some were equipped with personalized body kits. Many of them had their hoods up to put their engines on display. Everyone was there to show their trophy vehicles to the world.
After a moment of searching, the eye-catching 458 found a place for the team to park. Once stopped, the door swung open and a pair of pricey sneakers stepped out and met the concrete ground below. Red hair that nearly matched his car swooped above electric yellow eyes. His lean but athletic 5’10 build was hidden under a custom white and red baseball jersey. On the front were the words “Ospreay Industries” and on the back was a bold #1 underneath the last name that matched the company. He took one glance at the gold watch around his wrist before looking out at the crowd that viewed him pull in. His ego swelled in his chest.
“That entrance never gets old. The West Coast All-Stars have arrived.” Dash Ospreay spoke with the same cocky demeanor he displayed over the radio. This was only exacerbated by the by the trio of girls he caught scanning him from the corner of his eye. The smug look on his face could probably be seen from space. His train of thought, however, came crashing down thanks to a deafening roar from the Hellcat’s V8 engine that it had been begging to let loose.
“Ugh, Auburn! Auburn!” Dash tried to yell over the motor but to little avail. The muscle car’s driver ceased the barrage of horsepower and stepped out amidst mischievous cackling. She stood a few inches shorter than Dash at 5’7 with long, wavy reddish-brown hair and crimson eyes. She took a moment to adjust her MMA-style fingerless gloves as she got out. A leather jacket sat over a black tube top that left her toned midriff exposed. A chain belt was wrapped around her waist over torn up jeans that went down to black boots. However, perhaps her most notable physical trait was the pair of fox ears on her head and matching tail that swayed behind her.
“What’s that? Can’t hear ya, Bubblegum,” the fox hybrid Auburn Vulpes said with a snickering grin. She held up a hand to her ear playfully and shook her head like she couldn’t hear him. Dash could only groan and roll his eyes in response. By this point, the NSX had taken its place on the other side of her. The door was open and its pilot was still inside, a silhouette illuminated by the several screens that had taken over the dashboard. The boy had black hair that stopped just short of a purple pair of headphones around his neck. His eyes were hidden due to the glare off of his glasses. As he halfway turned to address the fox hybrid, his hands remained stuffed in his hoodie pockets. He also revealed a heavily modified tablet strapped to his arm.
“Auburn, I go through a lot of effort trying to keep the police off of us. Pretty sure every cop from here to Australia heard that,” Solomon Roxos said. He did much better to hide any signs of annoyance compared to Dash.
“That’s the best compliment you could ever give me,” Auburn replied, her grin only growing. Solomon could only shake his head and stifle a tiny chuckle as he brought his attention back to his tech. But, it was quickly yanked away again as the last member of the All-Stars had snuck up from behind him.
“Oh c’mon Technomancer! You’ve got this all under control, so why not have a little fun now that we’re here?” The initial surprise caused Solomon to jump slightly, enough to knock his headphones off his neck, although he did catch them before they hit the ground. He’d never allow them to fall. Once recollected, he faced the girl, who was sporting a genuine gleaming smile back at him. Her long, straight hair was streaked with blue and black. Her skin tone was a beautiful caramel tone. Long legs brought her even an inch taller than Dash. She had on a short blue skirt, gray blouse, blue tie, and black knee high boots.
“Sapphire,” Solomon started but almost immediately trailed off, unable to his finish his thought. No one could really stay mad at Sapphire Hyacinth for long.
“Whaaaat? It’s a party, isn’t it? Or at least it is now that we’re here,” she giggled. While Auburn folded her arms across her ample chest and nodded in agreement, Solomon seemed to be in no rush leaving his crew’s designated spot to mingle with the “partiers”.
“Someone should let Royce know we’re here,” he said shyly in an attempt to dodge the subject.
“Right. I’ll go find her,” Dash volunteered.
“Wait, I’m coming too! I gotta see around this meet!” Sapphire said.
“Gonna hold me up while you get pics for your instagram?”
“Nooooooo.” Her smile grew after a moment like she couldn’t hide it any longer. “Ok maybe.” The redheaded leader wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they started their walk through the heart of the meet. Both of their eyes wandered around at the vibrant array of cars surrounding them. A sly smirk crept across Sapphire’s countenance the more she looked around. In a moment’s notice, she whipped out her phone and bolted away from Dash.
“Sapph!” he called out. But it was too late. She already had made her way toward a Honda Civic EK9. The owner obliged the black and blue haired influencer’s request, leaning against the front of their treasured car and allowing Sapphire to get a couple of quick shots. An exchange of compliments and pleasant small talk was cut short though as she looked over her shoulder to see Dash walking away to continue his mission.
“All-Star wait up!” she said. Dash tilted his head a little to hide the tiny smile he gave himself. It was Sapphire’s nickname for Dash that ended up lending to their team name in the first place. Sapphire jogged to catch up with him, her long legs making the stride easy.
“I’m trying to find Royce first. Get business done, then you’ll have plenty of time to play around,” Dash told her. And almost as if on cue, they sighted a black Nissan Silvia S13 with a masterfully painted livery. Every inch of the car, every little detail, seemed treated with precise care and passionate love. Purple stripes flanked a white one down the middle of the hood. A floral design overlaid with purple tribal markings shot down the side of the car toward a pinstripe ending on the trunk. Once they circled around, they could see that trunk was currently popped open with a girl leaning against it. She possessed green eyes and two-tone hair that split right down the middle, one half black and the other a silvery white. She wore a black sleeveless top with multicolored paint splatter decals on the chest under a bomber jacket, and leggings that hugged her legs all the way down to a pair of Converse on her feet.
“Heyyy Royce!” Sapphire greeted her before aiming her camera at her. Royce Fiala barely had time to smile back. She reached one hand down to rummage through the trunk. The sound of spray cans rattling as they’re being strewn around can be heard before she pulled out and put on a gas mask with purple LEDs around the filters. As she stood up and struck a more serious pose for the photographer, she revealed a skunk tail behind her. Sapphire took the picture, allowing the skunk hybrid to relax once again.
“Make sure you tag White Stripe,” she said.
“Always do. Gotta show my favorite paint booth some love,” Sapphire answered. Not only was Royce the organizer for LA’s racing scene, she was also an artist of many different mediums. Although usually her artwork came back down to her two favorites: cars and graffiti. After a nod of gratitude to Sapphire, she shifted to the uncharacteristically quiet Ospreay.
“What, the illustrious and acclaimed heir to Ospreay Industries has nothing to say?”
“I’m just here as always to remind you and everyone else why I wear this number 1 on my back. I’m here to lead the best team on your circuit and look damn good doing it. I’m not here for the likes and followers.” Royce wanted to argue him, but she couldn’t. The West Coast All-Stars had sat atop the scene’s leaderboards for months now. Sapphire stuck her tongue out at him, internally praying he wouldn’t press any further before a slight nudge from Royce interrupted her thought.
“Probably just deleted all his socials cause he got tired of seeing all the bad press of his family’s company on his feed,” Royce whispered to her just loud enough for Dash to hear. Sapphire kept her lips pursed shut, trying not to react in any way, even clasping a hand over her mouth to aid her. Dash stood there with arms crossed, attempting and failing to hide the fact that he was fuming.
“Sounds like someone’s just jealous I can afford gorgeous supercars with ease while you struggle to get your little paint booth off-”
“Dash, behave!” Sapphire snapped to quiet him. Both the other parties involved stirred a little. Especially Dash, whose startlement was easily read across his face.
“Just shut up and pay me,” Royce said. “Not like you can’t afford it.” Quietly, Dash pulled out a stack of bills and handed it to the artist with a bit more force than what was necessary. After a quick flip through to mentally count what she deemed was enough money, she barely glanced above the wad of cash, Royce once again glanced up confront Dash once more. “This better be race winnings and not daddy’s blood money.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Besides, that ‘blood money’ does a lot to help you out. Keeps the cops off our trail and lets them buy something nice for their wives,” Dash reassured.
“Right. Had to remind me of the reason we keep you around,” Royce retorted. By this point, Sapphire had ceased sitting around awkwardly, mentally pleading for this to stop, and decided to take action by standing between the two of them. Royce took this as her cue to resume having a normal conversation as opposed to verbal jabs. “So, which one of you is racing tonight?”
“You already know, girl!” Sapphire giggled. “Dash promised this race to me tonight. I’ve been wanting something different besides the drift events. So I got the race setup in today, along with a new set of tires from Harley. Speaking of which, where are your girls?”
“Setting up the track. Should be done any minute now.”
“Who’s racing tonight?” Dash reentered the chat once again. “Who needs to know that if you’re coming for the kings-”. A swift yet subtle elbow to the side cut Dash off. Sapphire rolled her eyes and Dash took a second to correct himself. “And queens. You better not miss.”
“Jynx signed up in his Monte Carlo. Got a couple others I’m not too familiar with. One chick, I think her name was Victoria? And some new guy Kato. I don’t know, we’ll see how they do.” Sapphire nodded, taking her words in but clearly not showing much concern about them. “You don’t seem too worried about it though,” Royce went on.
“Nope!” Sapphire said before Dash could have any chance to come back with another obnoxious comment. “Auburn and Sol are doing the final tuning right now. So that means-” She pivoted to once again inspect the legion of machines that lined the parking garage walls with a glimmer in her eye. “I can play.” She strut her way toward a different kind of inspiration for her socials, this one only coming with two wheels. A crimson Yamaha R6, with its driver leaned next to it, their face concealed under a matching helmet.
“May I?” Sapphire asked them with phone out. The biker quietly nodded and stood by the handlebars, allowing the custom painted fairings to be front and center. Then, they threw one leg up onto the bike and pointed a peace sign at the camera. “Oooooh a bit of sexy, a bit of feisty, I like it!” Sapphire said while nabbing a few photos. Meanwhile, Dash had returned back to his other two team members. Auburn was under the hood of the Focus doing some slight adjusting, while Solomon was in its driver seat tapping on his tablet screen.
“Any update?” Dash asked, snatching Solomon away from his task. Over his shoulder was his laptop opened in the passenger seat. The monitor exhibited a series of data points graphed neatly onto tuning sheets.
“Just making sure the route’s finalized in her GPS and putting the last touches on- ,”
“We’re set. She’s ready to go,” Auburn said definitively, both cutting Solomon off and finally acknowledging Dash before shutting the hood. After a moment to register, Solomon hastily unplugged his laptop and gathered his stuff to exit the car. There was never any shaking Auburn. If she said ready, then it was ready. By this point, Sapphire had finally rejoined the crew, scrolling through the large jackpot of pictures she had spent the night thus far scoring as she walked.
“So if I lose, I just blame the tune right?” she said.
“You even remotely think you’re gonna lose?” Auburn asked back. She got Sapphire’s trademark smile back. They both already knew the answer to that question. The duo shared a snicker and a fist bump before Sapphire climbed into her glossy blue chariot. The 4-cylinder engine fired to life and slowly started rolling its way out the garage. As she drove out, on each side of her, the majority of the crowd was filing out with her. Two cars were already lined up on the street: a red and black Mazda RX-8 and a yellow Volkswagen Mk4 Golf. In her mirrors, she can see the headlights of a black 1980s Chevrolet Monte Carlo. Grinning to herself, Sapphire stopped at the curb, allowing the muscle car to pull alongside her. The window of the Chevy rolled down to reveal a dark-skinned man with magenta eyes and dreads bundled into a ponytail looking back at her.
“Champion’s privilege, Jynx. I make my entrance last.” she told him.
“You know, I bet that girl Victoria if I can beat her Mazda, that I’m getting some from her tonight? I can make it a 2-for-1 special when I win if you want in,” Jynx said back with such confidence it would make the guys who hit on Sapphire at the club think that was a bit much. “Get you to stop playing with Richie RIch’s toys and show you a real smooth ride.”
“That’s your best shot at flirting?” Sapphire scoffed playfully and rolled her eyes. “By the way, some girls prefer it rough.” The sneer now knocked off of us his face, she let the Monte Carlo take its place on the grid before she did the same. Two onlookers equipped with spray cans provided by Royce painted a makeshift start/finish line just before the four lined up front bumpers.
“You got this, Sapph!” Sapphire’s attention darted to her left to see Auburn cheering her on loud enough to be heard through the window. The rest of her squad was on the sidewalk with a front row seat for the start of the action.
“Make the All-Stars proud,” Dash continued. She nodded and took a deep breath. All of her energy refocused to what was in front of the windshield. Royce, decorated with her gas mask once more, took her place in between the two middle cars. She momentarily crouched down and motioned for Kato’s Golf to creep forward a few inches. Once she deemed it satisfactory, she held up her hand and stood back up. One by one, she pointed to each of the combatants, and when each of them responded affirmatively, it was decided.
“Ready.”
Sapphire gripped her steering wheel just a little bit tighter. A couple of steps on the gas pedal to rev the engine. The other engines also grew louder, especially Jynx’s.
“Set.”
Each second that ticked by felt ten times longer. Each car inched forward, begging to be free from their neutral gear bondage. Two steps forward from Royce. Then, both hands raised up. They seemed to be there for what felt like eternity. So long the drivers were amazed she could hold them up for so long, despite it only being a few seconds in real world time. Then, the explosion. Her hands dropped.
“Go!”
A symphonious cacophony of hundreds of horsepower filled the air to the brim. Tires squealing for grip. Engines hitting high revs before their drivers start shifting through the low gears. The eruption of applause from the now deafened crowd. It all came together in a uniquely beautiful noise, one Royce reveled in as the four race warriors roared past her, leaving her in a slight layer of tire smoke.
“Here they come!” she yelled into a radio as she spun around to watch them go. From the crowd’s point of view, it appeared the Monte Carlo used the most of its power and got the best jump, giving Jynx a slight edge off the line. Sapphire was trying to hold serve on driver side left as she had the inside line for the first corner, a 90 degree left hander onto Rosegold Street. Victoria’s RX-8 on the other side of the lineup was not too far off of Sapphire’s Focus, and the Golf slotted into 4th after a little laggy start.
“Damn that never gets old!” Auburn laughed. Dash nodded in agreement, a childlike smile plastered across his face as well. He had already taken his place of watching Sapphire via the onboard feed transmitting to Solomon’s tablet. As Royce walked off the street and Auburn began watching over the tech expert’s other shoulder, however, everyone’s attention was violently brought back to the road at an unfamiliar sound. An approaching 5 liter V8 Coyote engine. A blue Ford Mustang barreled toward the mass of spectators then blurred past them, hurdling in pursuit of the race.
“Who’s that??” Dash barked with arms outstretched in a mixture of confusion and frustration. Everyone mirrored his uncertainty. Only one thing could be certain though. Whoever this new challenger was, the other racers better be prepared.
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#will ospreay#njpw#new japan pro wrestling#new year dash#new year dash 2024#wrestlingedit#wrestling gifs
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Watching New Year's Dash and who the fuck let Will Ospreay wrestle when all he needs is some hot chocolate, a cozy sweater, and a 24 hour nap????
#Oh my god the poor man looks dead#will ospreay#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which Sara liveblogs#new year's dash
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my love when it counted. 08
summary: After New Year Dash, Kenny goes to the NJPW staff party, the same one Mercedes was taking you to as her guest. The night starts of well enough only for his fears and anxieties to come crashing back into him when he spots Will Ospreay flirting with you. Though, not all things are as they seem and the night still had more in store for him.
pairing: kenny omega x reader
word count: 8441
warning: surprisingly very little angst in this one, just some from a distance, now we got the heavy drinking tag again tho
so, last one was exactly 8440 words this one is 8441 words, couldn't do that if I planned it. anyways, we got a long but chill chapter today, just a little angst but nothing compared to the drama of last chapter. Also, Mercedes and Okada getting soeaking cameos. And Ospreay once again getting a non speaking cameo, just in time for the announcement of Ospreay vs Omega for Forbidden Door. I'm scared of that match, not gonna lie. but yeah, here you have it, next one will finally have smut again, we are on the countdown to the end now only 2 or 3 more chapters
08.
“You know,” Mercedes’ voice filled the space in the backseat of the cab you were sharing, its soft smoothness tainted by a hint of malice, “I didn’t think you and Kenny were friends.”
“What? I told you he apologized,” you paused, looking at her with your brows furrowed in confusion. “Like, properly this time. I even told you we came together on the plane.”
“Yeah, but when you said friends, I thought more like colleagues. Like your friends’ friend that you spend time with every now and again. Not friends in like going to take care of him after a match,” she looked at you with questioning eyes, teasing tone coming through her words.
“Come on,” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you relaxed against the car seat, “you really hung up on that?”
“Oh, don’t you start,” Mercedes snickered, from the corner of your eyes you could see her shaking her head at you. “What? Like a month ago you hated the guy. Now he added you to the backstage list, you were worrying about his injuries. You almost missed the main event match ‘cause you were helping him.”
You sighed, leaning on the armrest on the door as you looked back to her. She had pestered you about this the day before, both when you went out for lunch, and at night when you went together to New Years Dash. You had somehow managed to weasel your way out of the conversation those times, giving half answers or just finding ways to distract her somehow. However, she clearly wasn’t going to drop it so fast, sooner or later you wouldn’t be able to run.
“Listen, Kenny wasn’t all bad before, it’s just, over time, the bad overwhelmed the good. But now he isn’t that. He really seems better. Besides, yeah, I’m worried. He seemed so apprehensive about returning from his injuries back on the plane. And I know how that feels all too well, you saw how bad it was for me,” you paused, watching her expression drop at the mention of your past injury. You looked away from her for a second before looking back, voice quiet as you spoke again. “The old version of him wouldn’t have been that honest.”
There was a long second of silence between you before she spoke again. You weren’t trying to bring the mood down, but you had to find something to satisfy her curiosity and not prolong the conversation at the same time. You wouldn’t lie to her, and it was true that you had really been giving a chance to this friendship with Kenny. He seemed to have changed enough to have earned that chance. From what you had seen, you were liking this new version of him. But you’d never get caught using those exact words in front of her. She’d never drop it.
Though, you knew exactly what she truly wanted to hear from you. She wanted you to admit your physical attraction to Kenny. You were almost sure she could smell it on your skin, like some sort of predator. But she wasn’t wrong, now without the burning hatred clouding your view you couldn’t deny how Kenny had managed to get more handsome over time. But if she caught you saying this, the conversation would never end. And you had no time to deal with that right now, especially since you were on your way to a party Kenny himself would be at.
“Yeah,” she breathed out, pulling you away from your thoughts, your eyes leaving the window to meet hers, “that does sound kinda different from the ‘uncaring self obsessed egotistical asshole’ you described before,” Mercedes chuckled at the end of her words, sound muffled as she pushed her mouth in a thin line, eyebrows raised as she looked at you.
“Believe me, I know,” you say in between your own small laughs, raising your eyebrows back at her and shrugging. “So, maybe I can be friends with this version of him.”
“Or,” she began, dragging on the word, and you already knew what was coming after, “maybe you can be more. I know you,” she punctuated her words by shaking your shoulder, and you refused to look in her direction, opting instead to check the notifications on your phone. “I know your type in men is dumb and blonde. And Kenny can dye that hair all he wants, but we know the truth.”
You laugh at her words, shaking your head as you look through the messages. When you look back, she has one eyebrow raised, staring at you as if defying you to say anything. You wish you could, you really did, but she was right about that. Instead, you opt to just stare her down for a second before responding.
“I was going to argue with you, but I just got a text from Adam Page so,” you trail off your words, raising your hands as you drop your head to the side. “Guilty as charged.”
You both laugh openly together, Mercedes falling to the side, head on your shoulder as she slapped your arm with one hand. It takes a few seconds for you two to recover, breaths short and stomachs hurting as your laughter dies down. She shakes her head and looks in your direction, one hand smoothing her hair as she finally recovers enough to speak.
“You really know how to keep it on brand,” you both laugh again, pausing for a moment as you nod in agreement, you couldn’t deny she was right. “Talking about dumb blondes, what you thought of seeing Okada again?”
“Oh man,” you smile, chest trembling with silent laughter as you lick your lips, “a bottle blond with one brain cell, you know I don’t differentiate between natural blondes and fake ones.”
You both laugh again, voices mixing together. Despite her stubborn pestering, you enjoyed being with Mercedes. You barely had the chance to see each other since you started working at AEW, and you really missed her presence. Talking through messages and over the phone just wasn’t the same thing. In a way, you were glad she had made you come to Wrestle Kingdom, despite how you had sworn to never return to Japan after you left. In the end, things had managed to work themselves out, and the experience ended up being a good one.
It didn’t take much longer for you two to reach your destination, the car dropping you in front of a large bar. The party you were going to was a NJPW staff event, and Mercedes was taking you with her as her guest. Though, she didn’t lose the chance to pester you about how Kenny probably already had your name in the list as his plus one. From the outside, the bar didn’t look all that interesting, but when you stepped in, you were welcomed by a cozy and beautiful space. There were already many people inside, the noise of their voices mingling in the background of the music. Warm lights illuminated the place to complete the atmosphere.
Once you and Mercedes were inside the bar, you two started mingling around. No matter how much you wanted to just beeline to the bar and get your first drink in already, you knew you had to go through this step. Between everyone who wanted to congratulate Mercedes on the arrival and all the old coworkers you hadn’t seen in years wanting to talk to you, this was an inescapable thing. So you just powered through, smiling and trying your best to come off as friendly. It was just when you were closer to your destination that you spotted Kenny. Or more accurately, Mercedes spotted him.
Kenny had been looking to the side, not noticing either of you, until he heard Mercedes calling his name. He turned in your direction with a large smile, blue eyes bright and clear as he called your names back. Even in the low light of the bar, you could still see the dark bruise around his right eye. Though, it did nothing to throw off his look, if anything it added a strange charm to it. One that worked pretty well with the way his loose curls framed his stubbled face and his dark button up hugged his torso and arms.
He greeted you two with soft compliments and that warm smile, first hugging Mercedes who was closer to his side before moving towards you. There was a moment of hesitation, and you could see the doubt in his ocean eyes as Kenny stood in front of you, arms open but step faltering. In a way you found it endearing, that even though you openly said you wanted to be friends, he was still afraid of stepping into your space too much - despite having carried your drunken ass at the Christmas party.
In a split second decision, you moved forward, making the choice for him. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, letting his warmth engulf you as you felt his thick arms coming around your back. The smell of his perfume drowned your senses, for the short moment the embrace lasted all you could feel was the scent of moss and rain, with once again that touch of leather. It was something earthy and woody that felt surprisingly welcoming. It still felt weird for you to think that about a month back you were weary just to be around him, and now here you were, hugging him and feeling strangely safe in his presence.
The moment was short lived, though, and pretty soon his warm embrace was gone. For a little while, the three of you made small talk, chatting about the previous matches and how Mercedes was feeling about coming to New Japan. You talked about seeing old friends, making new ones, and going to Tokyo Dome again after so long. Soon, however, she excused herself, saying she was going to get your drinks, and asking you to find a table before leaving you alone with Kenny. It seemed genuine enough, but in the back of your mind you had the sinking feeling that it wasn’t.
“So, how you holding up after yesterday’s match?” You asked him, trying to fill the space, so you wouldn’t think about whatever machinations your friend may or may not have in mind.
“Eh, good enough, I’ve been worse,” he answers with a smile and a shrug. “Told you I wasn’t rusty enough to let some sidekicks do me in.”
“Kenny,” you almost sneer, shaking your head at his insistence on this drama. “I told you I never thought that,” the words escape your lips in a sigh, and he laughs, the sound somehow bringing a smile to your lips. “And is that still hurting?” You ask, pointing in the direction of his bruised eye.
When you bring up that question, Kenny feels a certain self consciousness rising through his mind. He was hoping the ugly bruise would have gotten lighter by now, but despite not being black anymore, it was still a dark purplish-blue that bothered him. Giving you a sheepish smile, he touched his fingers lightly to the edges of the bruise, still feeling a light sting at the contact. If given a choice, he’d rather you were seeing him in better shape, but it wasn’t really his choice.
“Not really, I mean, it only hurts if I touch it. Though, I know it’s still looking pretty damn ugly,” Kenny says with a shrug, trying to pretend the bruise wasn’t a constant reminder of how he felt like his body was now taking longer and longer to heal.
“Nah,” you roll your eyes and wave him off, “I just wanted to check if it was healing ok. And if it’s any consolation to you, I think you are rocking that black eye pretty well.”
The words roll out of your tongue with an easy smile, it’s beautiful and warm, and it has Kenny frozen for a moment there. He wasn’t expecting the open compliment, but you state it so confidently that he has no option but to believe your words. If only you knew the way they warmed his chest, chasing his fears like dawn chases darkness. It takes half a second for him to remember how to breathe, but when he does, his smile grows larger and brighter.
“Oh, thanks,” he almost stutters, chuckling to try and hide his surprise. “I’ll take that victory, because I can’t tell you how many times I accidentally touched it. Sleeping has been hard.”
“Shit, hope it’s back to normal soon,” you comment, your smile faltering for a moment before it returns to your face. “Anyway, gotta go find a table before someone gets angry at me. See ya around.”
“See you,” he replied as you started to turn around, eyes taking in your beauty before you disappeared in the midst of the people. His mind losing itself in the memory of your warmth as his gaze followed your form, only returning to reality when a familiar voice came from behind him.
“Are you two so close now that I heard her giving compliments to you now?” Okada asked with a teasing tone as Kenny turned around to face him.
Shit, he could only imagine how long he had been staring - and how long Okada had been standing there. It was just his damn luck, really. The man had been teasing Kenny about you since the day before Wrestle Kingdom. The day Okada saw you back in Japan for the first time, and the one he learned you were in his backstage list. Kenny hadn’t really known peace since then, with Okada teasing him both after Wrestle Kingdom and during New Years Dash. He had forgotten how surprisingly good the guy could be at reading people, and he was spot on in his readings of Kenny.
“Come on, it’s not that big a thing,” Kenny rolled his eyes, laughing at the end of his words to try and throw off his friend’s comment.
“She was complimenting your fucking black eye,” Okada said under his breath, laughing as he elbowed Kenny in the arm for emphasis. “I don’t know,” he let himself trail off, raising his eyebrows and shrugging.
“Don’t start, it’s not like that,” Kenny snickered, feeling Okada’s eyes burning holes into him.
“Really, Kenny? Aren’t you even a little bit still into her?” Okada almost muttered his question, leaning closer to Kenny, he felt like he was being trapped, the smile on his friend’s face seeming almost menacing. “‘Cause I remember how wrecked that break up left you,” Okada finished before leaning away again. In return, Kenny only laughed, shaking his head and hoping he didn’t sound as anxious as he felt.
“You are seeing things, man,” Kenny replied with a stifled laugh, lying through his teeth as he looked straight into Okada’s eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t see past the lie.
“Oh, come on, it would be very understandable. She has been looking pretty good recently,” Okada said with a laugh, shrugging as he watched Kenny’s brows furrowing. “And you really liked her back then, I know that,” he added, smiling in a way that seemed strangely malicious.
It wasn’t surprising, but it sure was worrying that Okada could see right through him. Sure, no matter what, Kenny wouldn’t just up and say the man was right. But just knowing at least one person could read him like this had a shiver running up his spine. Looking away from Okada Kenny rolled his eyes again, grunting as he tried to pull himself together and hold his ground.
“Yeah, I did, and I fucked up, and now I’m glad she accepted my apology,” Kenny paused, trying not to sound too exasperated as he talked. “I’m just happy she even considered letting me still be her friend, ok. There is nothing more,” Kenny finished his sentence with a shake of his head, lie almost getting stuck in his throat. His words were met with silence for a long moment, Okada’s judging eyes feeling like they were staring into Kenny’s soul.
“Sure, sure, just messing with you,” Okada responded in a playful tone, smile seeming more genuine now as he gave Kenny a pat on the shoulder. “You are getting a bit red, though.”
Okada laughed as Kenny just stared back at him for a moment before laughing himself too, shaking his head as he muttered a fuck you to his friend. After this, though, the man dropped the matter entirely, and Kenny couldn’t be more glad. Hopefully, now, he could go back to burying these feelings and pretending they were there for the rest of the night. God only knew he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the party otherwise. In the end, Okada and Kenny still talked for a while, staying in the same place for a bit before going their separate ways once more.
The party had been going for a while when Kenny found himself alone again. He had been moving through different groups, talking to multiple people - and sometimes finding you and Mercedes again along the way. But the person who had been around him most of the time, somewhat surprisingly, had been Okada. But now he’d lost the guy somewhere along the way, so Kenny just decided to go get himself something to drink. It was good to be back in Japan, to see people he hadn't seen in a while, but he still needed to take a bit of a break from socializing so much.
Kenny had been hoping for a peaceful moment to recharge from the constant movement of the party, but luck wasn’t on his side. On the way to the bar, he had noticed Mercedes alone with another group of people, and he couldn’t help but wonder where you were - you two had been together the whole night. It didn’t take long for him to get his answer, just as he leaned back in the bar counter, a glass soda bottle in hand, he spotted you. But you weren’t alone.
There was almost a sense of déjà vu, like the Christmas party was repeating itself to him. Though, this time, the fire that burned within his mind also felt like it was burning him. Like it was a poisonous gas, corroding his own nerves as the flames raged in his head. In a spot further away from the bar, Kenny saw you, back turned to him as you laughed along the man who stood in front of you. That man being Will Ospreay.
You were close enough so that Kenny could faintly hear the echo of Ospreay’s booming laughter, but too far to hear yours, or anything else. From his sport at the bar, Kenny couldn’t really see your face, you had your back almost completely turned to him. All he could see was the way your body moved as you talked and laughed. On the other hand, he could see Ospreay clearly, see the way his body leaned in towards you and how his eyes were fixed on your form.
If Kenny thought seeing Adam flirting with you was bad, this was far worse. He could taste his rage like bile on his tongue again, burning as it rose through his throat. The sight of Ospreay’s cocky smile and the way he touched your shoulder, leaning in closer to you, had Kenny almost snarling. He could feel his muscles twitching, fingers wrapping tight around the glass bottle, veins popping on his hands and arms. There was jealousy and rage running through his blood, but the worst part was the silent sting of sorrow piercing through his heart. An icy needle refusing to melt despite the blazing flames.
All the thoughts Kenny had been suppressing were rising rapidly to the surface again. All the doubts and anxieties he felt after his Wrestle Kingdom match coming back to the forefront of his mind. He’d tried to bury them, but there was some cruel force out there that refused to let him have peace. Always bringing him back to that dark place where there was nothing but his fears. Nothing but the constant ticking of the clock taunting him about the things he had lost, and the ones he would still lose.
From far away, Kenny watched you laugh again at something Ospreay said, pain rising through his chest. Looking at the slight sway of your hands, he could tell you were probably drunk, and it had him worried. Though, he could also see that you were probably not drunk enough to warrant so much worry. He knew he was just trying to find a way to rationalize his jealousy, to justify the burning rage spreading through his mind. And he knew he shouldn’t feed into that.
Kenny knew had no reason to be jealous, that he had to keep himself in control. The last thing he wanted to do was endanger the connection he had finally managed to build with you. He shouldn’t be behaving like this, he shouldn’t let his mind fall back into old habits he knew were far from good. Least he goes back to the person he was before - and god only knew he really didn’t want that. So he got up, tearing his eyes away from the scene, leaving to try and keep himself busy enough, so his eyes wouldn’t find you anymore.
When you finally managed to break away from Ospreay’s relentless flirting, you made a beeline straight to the bar. Leaving when the guy headed to the bathroom maybe wasn’t the most elegant thing you could have done, but you were way beyond that now. You felt like a wild animal, willing to gnaw at your own leg to get out of a trap. Looking at your phone, you saw that you had probably only spent about an hour with him, but it sure felt like a goddamn eternity. Now you could only hope the insistent bastard wouldn’t come after you.
The minute you got your order, you almost downed half of the drink, the heavy alcohol burning down your throat and clouding your mind even more. Sure, you were already drunk, but there was something almost sobering about having to listen to a man with an ego bigger than his head talking for so long. Besides, if the bastard came after you now, you’d probably be drunk enough to just be straight up cruel to him. Maybe then he’d let you be. Desperate times truly do call for desperate actions.
Shaking your head, you got up from your seat, feeling the so familiar effects of alcohol on your coordination. That really was the first thing to go whenever you got drunk. Ironic, seeing as your whole life was spent relying on exactly that, so you wouldn’t die when jumping off the top rope. When you found your footing you started moving, better not to stay in one place right now. Looking around the party, you tried to spot Mercedes, but she had somehow managed to go missing. Fucking perfect timing she had.
You walked around still, drink in hand, as you threaded through the people with about as much grace as you could muster. It wasn’t much, but by this point most of the people around were too drunk to care. You made your way to the opposite corner of the long bar counter, and still no sight of Mercedes. Just as you were about to go look for her in the back tables, someone brushed their shoulder into you, making you stumble to the side. Your free hand looked for something to hold onto as your hazy mind prepared for a fall that never came. Instead, you felt a strong hand hold onto your side, its warm touch keeping you in place. For a second, you almost panicked, before you heard a familiar voice.
“Easy there,” Kenny’s smooth tone rang soft into your ear, feeling so close behind you that it had your heart leaping in surprise, body frozen for a moment as you heard your name spilling from his lips.
You feel his large palm move from your side to the middle of your back, its warmth spreading through the fabric of your clothes and onto your skin. You instinctively latch onto his arm, stabilizing yourself as your hand wraps around his thick bicep. Kenny finally comes up from behind you, broad frame appearing by your side through the corner of your vision. When you turn your head to the side, the first thing that greets you are those beautiful ocean eyes, their soft blue brighter than every light around. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but for a second you almost feel you could get lost in them, lost in the warm smile he gives you and the way his whole face lights up with it.
“Hope we aren’t having a Christmas party situation again?” Kenny asks with a laugh, but you can feel the legitimate concern in his voice, see the way it reflects in his gaze.
“No,” you respond softly, shaking your head as you try to gather your thoughts and escape the pull of his eyes. “No, no, I’m definitely not as bad as that day, trust me,” this time you speak in a stronger voice, despite the still present slurring of the words, chuckling as your fingers squeeze his strong bicep.
“You sure?” He asks again.
“I am,” you reassure him, looking into his soft eyes, smile tugging at your lips.
Thankfully, he seems to accept your answer, nodding in agreement with you. Slowly, you two begin walking again, your arm never leaving Kenny’s bicep as he uses the hand on your back to gently guide you forward. You don’t really know where you are going, but anywhere far from Ospreay was good enough for you. And having Kenny close by was sure to keep that bastard away from you. Now that you weren’t caught in the spell of those blue eyes, you manage to look him over, noticing the large plate with meat skewers he had in his other hand.
“Are those kushiyaki?” You ask, already knowing the answer.
Kenny laughs as he slows you two down, you can feel the vibrations reverberating from his body into yours. You look around, seeing that he was taking you to a corner booth with a sofa and a table, it’s just distant enough that the music doesn’t sound so loud to your ears anymore. When he comes to a stop, Kenny gestures for you to sit on the sofa with the hand holding the plate, soft eyes locking with yours again.
“I was gonna share these with Okada, but I guess he lost his chance now,” he says, voice warm and welcoming as you feel the rumble of his words spreading through his body.
You hesitate for a second before letting go of Kenny’s arm and following his instructions, sitting down on the soft couch and placing your drink on the table. He follows suit, placing the plate besides your glass before finding a spot besides you. His warmth fills the small corner you were sitting at, his perfume infusing the air as he took his place by your side. For a second, you feel lost in his presence, the smell of him clouding your mind. Or maybe it’s the alcohol, seeing as you could still clearly feel your lightheadedness. Though, Mercedes’ words slipped back into your mind, echoing through your head, before a rumble from your stomach cleans your thoughts.
“I’m sure Okada can take care of himself,” you snicker, leaning forward to pick up one of the skewers from the plate and biting almost half of the thing off.
Kenny’s laughter sounds from behind you, the shaking of his torso traveling through the small couch. You didn’t even need to look, you could tell he was laughing at just how hungry you seemed. You could remember him laughing like that whenever you’d go grab food after one of your matches. He always found amusement in how voracious an eater you could be and if he hadn’t been treating you so well, you could almost get angry at him. But you’d give him a pass, he’d been nice enough so far to earn it.
“God, you really are hungry,” Kenny laughs out before finally eating a piece of his own skewer, watching as you went to your second one.
“Oh, I’m very hungry,” you shoot back in between bites, pausing only long enough to glance at him.
“Have you gotten anything to eat?” Kenny asks, worry laced in his voice as he leans forward himself, so his gaze can be level with yours.
You turn to the side, suddenly feeling self aware as you are met with the ocean of his eyes, brows furrowed as he studies your face. To your alcohol addled mind, his appearance by your side is almost sudden, as if he hadn’t been on the same couch as you the whole time. But damn, now he seems so close, voice cutting through the buzzing in your head and reaching somewhere deep inside. Shit, you can almost hear Mercedes’ again, bringing your mind back to just how attractive you found his lips and the sound of his voice. Blinking a couple of times, you look back to the plate, laying your empty skewer by the side before picking up a new one.
“Very little, to be honest,” you begin with a shrug, pausing to take a bite of your food as he does the same. “I mean, I was planning on getting something to eat when I was intercepted,” you groan, rolling your eyes and looking back at Kenny. “Honestly, Ospreay is either too annoyingly dense or too much of a stubborn asshole,” you finish your words with a deep sigh, shaking your head before going back to your food.
There is a pause in the air as Kenny takes in what you said. When he first saw Ospreay hitting on you, you seemed fine with it, laughing along with his jokes and what not. It had felt like a jab to his already shaken ego, and for the good of himself - and the newfound peace between you - he just chose to walk away. He found something else to do instead of feeding into his jealousy and insecurities. But the story you were telling now was a different one, and he couldn’t help his curiosity.
“You mean you weren’t,” Kenny paused for a beat, trying to find a way to phrase his question that wouldn’t sound like he was prying too much, “giving him your time willingly?”
“What? No,” you immediately scoffed in between bites, shaking your head as you finished your food before speaking again. “In the beginning I thought his flirting was kinda funny, but it got annoying real fast,” you say with an almost silent chuckle, words slurring together as you speak, when your eyes finally meet his own, he can see irritation written all over them. “I was just being polite, ya know. I wish he could have taken a hint earlier.”
“Really?” Kenny can’t help the question that leaves his lips, and for a second he is glad that you are still clearly drunk, you probably wouldn’t be able to think too much of his clear interest in the topic.
“Yep,” you snicker and nod your head to him, giving out a strange dry laugh as you look away for a moment before letting your gazes meet again. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he was hitting on me to try and get to you. Might have thought I’d be easy since I’m drunk,” you mutter the words in his direction, leaning closer to him, eyebrows raised in mock disbelief.
“Wait, what?” he almost stutters out the question, feeling tension burst in every muscle on his face, breath leaving his lungs in a heavy pause. If you were right about this, Kenny had good reason to start worrying about how transparent he is. “I mean, that makes no sense, it’s not like we are still together or anything,” the words rush from his mouth as Kenny tries to quickly recover from his breathless pause, hoping the dim light of the bar and your alcohol haze kept any redness in his face imperceptible.
If getting to Kenny through you had been the Ospreay’s plan, then he was pretty damn successful. Or he had been up until now, his plans foiled by your sheer drunken honesty. It was almost funny how you seemed even surprised that Kenny could have thought you’d even give Ospreay the time of the day. Almost as if the idea was impossible - almost as if his fears only really existed in his mind
Still, Kenny could only hope Ospreay had taken a shot in the dark with that idea - and if he was, damn asshole was right on the money. But what worried him was the chance that this wasn’t just a lucky shot. That Kenny hadn’t been quite as good at hiding how he felt as he thought he was. And that maybe you’d catch up to him sooner or later, and he’d be left without even your presence around.
“Yeah,” you respond plainly, your calm voice breaking Kenny away from the whirlwind of his thoughts, “but I’m still your ex, a lotta people would think it should still make you angry that he is trying. Kinda like, encroaching on old property,” you look at him with soft eyes shining in the dim bar, words coming out slow and slurred in a way that Kenny even finds cute.
He hadn’t thought of it like that, and it’s actually kind of a relief, despite being a stupid line of thought. But you were probably right - and Kenny was clinging almost desperately to that belief, even though he sort of felt like shit for that. If this was Ospreay’s idea, then he was treating you as little more than a tool, a disrespectful ploy that quickly saw the previous burn of Kenny’s jealousy being replaced by that of anger.
“That sounds ridiculous. And a fucking childish move,” he spat out, trying not to let his emotions show through his voice.
“Tell me about it,” you scoffed, chuckling as you slapped his shoulder playfully. “Tho, he was shit outta luck. I may be drunk enough to not really remember much tomorrow. But I’d need to be a lot drunker to fall for the bullshit of a guy that looks like he still needs his momma to tuck him in at night,” you slur out the words with a small laugh that sounds warm and real, body leaning to his side as your face scrunches in a way that has Kenny smiling from ear to ear.
“Good to see you can still take care of yourself,” he laughs along with you, the soft sound of your chuckles mixing with his low laughter. It sounded right to his ears, an easy symphony of spontaneous joy that made his heart flutter.
“Hey,” you drag on the word, slurring heavily as you try your best to give him a menacing look, though Kenny just laughs more. “What do you think I am?”
“Come on,” he pleads, stifling his laughter as you almost pout in his direction. “I’m just looking out for your drunk ass,” Kenny says as softly as he can, chuckling when you scoff at his words.
“Thank you for the worry, but I’m not that bad. I’m not even drunk enough to dismiss that annoying accent of his,” you groan out, rolling your eyes at the mention of Ospreay’s very British accent.
“What, mate, you mean you don’t like his accent, bruv?” Kenny says in his best imitation of Ospreay.
“Stop, that’s torture,” you almost cry out, closing your eyes as you rub your temples, Kenny laughing as you take a deep breath, your gorgeous eyes finding him again. “He is really lucky I was just drunk enough to be patient, otherwise I’d have said something so terrible to him, he’d be crying right now.”
Kenny laughs, throwing his head back at just how irritated you seemed to be. Yeah, he couldn’t blame you, Ospreay was already insufferable, and his accent didn’t help it. Knowing you now, it was really surprising that you hadn’t just snapped on him. And Kenny couldn’t deny that he’d pay to see you tear that annoying prick down. When he recomposes himself, coming back to face you again, he already finds your powerful eyes on him, a smile on your face. God, you were just too beautiful.
“Not gonna lie, seeing you snap at him would probably be pretty funny,” he admits, shrugging as he watches you chuckle at his words.
“He’d deserve it too,” you snicker, shaking your head with a grunt. “He was acting like he was such a big guy. Bet he was sure he’d manage to piss you off and get some at the same time,” your voice comes out tainted with disgust, the sneer in it clear despite the slurring of your words.
“Guy had no idea how close to danger he was. If he knew you, he would have known he was biting off way more than he could chew,” Kenny adds with a laugh.
“Man, I really thought that after you mashed his face against that table he’d learned some humility, but he still talks like he is big shit. Despite, you know, eating the Tokyo Dome floor not even three days back,” you sneer again, rolling your eyes.
“I don’t think he is smart enough to learn humility quite so fast,” he responds, watching as you pick up your glass from the table and drinks, eyes following a droplet of your drink that spills past your bottom lip.
“Then he is annoying, self centered and stupid,” you say, slamming the almost empty glass on the table, making Kenny shudder as he realizes he was staring. You turn back to him before speaking again, voice low as you lean closer in. “If this is New Japan’s replacement for you, they really are doing bad.”
For a moment he feels lost in your proximity, eyes still drawn towards your mouth like a moth to a flame. It was like time had slowed, his heart beating loudly in his chests as a fire burnt within him. Breathing hard, Kenny recenters himself with a long exhale, his gaze finding your warm half lidded eyes.
“I’m not so sure,” he says with a short laugh. “That match was harder than I thought it would be, I’m still feeling it. I mean, can’t say he isn’t a good wrestler.”
“You still won, you are a better wrestler,” you respond with intensity, pointing a finger towards him, almost jabbing his chest with it. “Hell, you were a better wrestler when you were his age. At least you are smart, no use being strong and stupid,” you lift your glass again as you speak, taking a moment to finish what was left of your drink. “And you look better too.”
“Man,” Kenny laughs, eyes darting out staring into nothing as he speaks, “I barely even remember what I looked like when I was that age. Ten years feel so fucking distant.”
“I was talking about now, but that too I guess,” you add with a shrug, voice low and warm as Kenny looks back at you.
Despite the casual way with which you say the words, Kenny can’t stop his heart from leaping at the compliment. He chastises himself for reacting so intensely to something so stupid, you seemed so nonchalant that he was pretty sure you didn’t even think about what you said. Hell, you were too drunk to be thinking that much into what you say, so it was stupid for him to do that himself. Still, his heart did not care. Shaking his head, he tries to recompose himself, an anxious laugh leaving his mouth.
“Now, I don’t know if a lot of people would agree with you on that,” Kenny runs a hand through his hair, awkwardly laughing as he shrugs. “I mean, he isn’t even thirty, and I’m pushing forty. I’m already getting old.”
The minute Kenny finishes the word, he feels your hand pushing his head to the side, fingers digging into his cheek and the side of his face. It wasn’t a slap, most definitely not, you just turned his head to the side with your hand, but it still took him by surprise. When he looks to the side, Kenny can see your judgmental scowl from the corner of his eye. Gently, you pull your hand away, the gesture almost feeling like a caress to his stubbled skin. Kenny turns back to face you just as you lean in closer to him. He can smell your perfume, scent taking a hold of his mind, his eyes lost in the depths of yours.
“Don’t you start, I told you I’m gonna start feeling old myself,” you shake your head as you speak, fitting him with the most menacing gaze your hazy mind could muster.
“You aren’t,” Kenny starts with a soft laugh before you cut him off again.
“Then you aren’t old either. And even if you are a decade older than him, you still won, shame on him for that. He still can’t fill your shoes, he isn’t strong or intelligent enough for that,” you shoot back, words slurring as you speak progressively faster. When you stop for a moment, you take a deep breath, brows furrowed together as your eyes stare into Kenny’s wide ones. “And if you try to debate me on that, I’m gonna stab you with a skewer.”
There is a pause for a moment, you two staring at each other in silence, before Kenny starts laughing. The intensity in your voice somehow chasing his anxieties back into the darker corners of his mind. His heart almost feels lighter, like he was finally breathing freely. He raises his hands to the sides of his head, chuckling as the scowl cleared from your face.
“Okay, okay, you are right, you are correct. I won’t say I’m old anymore, I promise, please don’t stab me,” Kenny can’t help but laugh again as you huff, almost pouting in his direction before mouthing a silent okay. “And thank you.”
“Just telling the truth,” you reply, smile gracing your face again, and it has Kenny’s heart melting. “Besides, you weren’t the one who had to stoop so low as to try and hit on your rival’s ex to get to him. I think he is too dumb to realize that being seen kissing me would only make him look more like a bad copy of you,” you finish with a shrug, laughing softly, the sound feeling so close that it’s almost the only thing he can hear, despite the packed bar.
“Yeah, he was shooting himself in the foot with that one,” Kenny nods in agreement, giving a small laugh as silence falls between you for a beat. “Though, he could still just be doing it for you. I mean, I don’t think anyone can say you aren’t beautiful,” he almost mutters this last part, laughing again to try and hide how he felt, gaze falling away from your powerful eyes, although he can still feel them roaming over his skin.
“Nah, I could tell he was up to something,” you say in a soft voice, lazily shaking your head and laughing along with him. “But believe me, you are great. Way better than Ospreay,” your voice lowers, but remains just as soft and warm as he slowly turns back to look at you again, and, god, you feel almost closer now. “I wouldn’t really mind kissing you.”
You say the words just as his eyes find yours again, trapping him in the undertow of your darkened gaze. The line is an almost whisper, but as all sound seems to vanish around him, it feels clear as day, your voice smooth and inviting - flirtatious, even. The words wash over his body, gripping at his throat, and for a moment, Kenny forgets how to breathe, air being cut from his lungs. There is tension running thick through his blood, making his heart beat erratically, despite your warm smile never faltering. A silence hangs between the two of you, it seems so long to him, even though he knows it’s just a moment.
He tries to convince himself that he shouldn’t think too hard about it. You are drunk, you probably wouldn’t even remember this, you said it yourself. It was the alcohol speaking, clouding your mind and making you do things you wouldn’t while sober. He should disregard this whole thing as a drunken mistake. Still, Kenny’s heart wages a war against his reason. Begging his mind to reconsider, trying to plant a seed of doubt, to nourish a hope he knew he shouldn’t let take root. He begins to laugh, yeah, he’d better ignore this.
“That isn’t happening, you are very drunk,” Kenny says softly, closing his eyes and shaking his head as he laughs openly now, hellbent on forgetting this whole situation.
“Would you kiss me if I wasn’t?” Your question cuts through him, making Kenny open his eyes, finding your gaze burning into him. His heart is raging inside his chest now, and it’s like he can hear his own heavy breathing, every fiber of his body feeling like it’s on fire. But before he can answer, you two hear a loud voice coming from behind him.
“There you are,” Mercedes' tone rings loud, reaching over the music and making you both almost jolt as you turn towards her. “I was looking for you everywhere,” she whined, plopping down on the couch beside you.
“What? You were the one that went missing,” you shot back, furrowing your brows as she pulled you in for a hug.
“Doesn’t matter, the girls are going for a karaoke, come on, we gotta leave,” she spoke in a haste, some of the words slurring together as she released you from her arms just to grab your hand. “You don’t mind if I steal her away from you, do you, Kenny?”
Mercedes was drunk, for sure, but Kenny almost felt some sort of malice coming from those last words. She had turned to him fully now, smiling from ear to ear in a way that made him feel trapped - just like Okada. You had your eyes turned to him too, and he felt like a deer in headlights, trying his best not to show how his heart was racing right now. He was frozen for a split second before finally managing to react, laughing awkwardly at the taunting look in Mercedes eyes.
“Me? Hey, that’s with her,” Kenny replied with a chuckle, gesturing towards you.
“Merce-” you began, turning your face to her before she cut you off.
“Come on, you are coming, babe,” she whined again, pouting as she looked into your eyes before turning to him. “Oh, you wanna come, Kenny?”
“Thanks, but no, I’m good here. Probably gonna call it a night soon, I’ve had enough partying,” Kenny responded with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand. To be honest, he’d had more than enough partying.
“Alright then. Bye, Kenny,” Mercedes exclaimed as she got up, pulling you up along with her and moving you both towards the door.
“Well, see you, Kenny,” you said as she started dragging you, shooting him a playful smile that had Kenny’s heart shaking again.
“Take care out there,” he added, worry tainting his voice. No matter what had just happened, seeing you both drunk heading out like that still had him a bit on the edge. Despite knowing that you’d be with a group and that you could take care of yourselves.
“Don’t worry, I’ll personally take care of her,” Mercedes said over her shoulder with a laugh that, once again, felt weirdly malicious.
When Kenny got back to the hotel room from the party, he was exhausted. He’d stayed a bit longer, but the night had truly felt way too long. Your words still echoed in his mind, fueling the raging storm of his heart. You were drunk - he repeated to himself, trying to reason his way out of his messy feelings. He would be better forgetting that whole thing, cause come morning, you wouldn’t remember it as well. Still, his heart yearned.
After a long cold shower, Kenny finally managed to put his feelings in check. Or at least enough so that he could be reasonable again. Sitting on the hotel bed, he checked the hour on his phone, it was already past midnight, a part of him wondered where you were. Beyond everything that had happened, he still worried about you, worried about your safety. With a sigh, he pulled your messages on his phone, wanting to check in on you. For a minute he argued with himself over whether he should send that text, waging a war on his mind before his worries about you won.
Once more sleep avoided Kenny, his mind running a mile a minute leaving him awake for a while before exhaustion started to settle in. He had been watching whatever of interesting he could find on the hotel TV for over an hour by now, trying to silence his anxieties and the constant screaming of his heart. He was almost drifting off to sleep when he heard his phone vibrating on the bedside table. Pulling it up, a part of him hoped to see an answer from you, but instead, it was a message from an unknown number. When he checked the picture, he saw it was Mercedes.
When Kenny went back to look at the message, he noticed that it had an attached picture. He hit the button to download it and went on to read the text itself. ‘She wanted to tell you she was fine, but her phone ran out of battery and now she just dozed off in my room. Honestly Kenny, you act so sweet around her, it's fucking adorable ;)’ As he finally looked at the picture he saw you, wearing an oversized shirt, head buried in one of the pillows on Mercedes’ bed. Despite the teasing tone that Kenny could feel coming even from her message, he couldn’t help but feel the photo warming his anxious heart. Fuck, he really had fallen hard already.
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Hi! Who all do you write for?
Hi! I write for a bunch of WWE / AEW wrestlers! You can of course request any that aren't on the lists though (Example: CM Punk)
Male:
Seth Rollins
Cody Rhodes (Dashing and or AEW)
Finn Balor
Damian Priest
Jey Uso (YEET)
Jimmy Uso (No yeet)
Roman Regins
JD McDonagh [I'm iffy about him]
Austin Theory
Randy Orton
The Street Profits
Drew McIntyre
Kevin Owens
Chad Gable
Female:
Bayley
Bianca Belair
Iyo Sky
Asuka
Becky Lynch
Rhea Ripley
Alexa Bliss
Zelina Vega
Tiffany Straton
Liv Morgan
Gigi Dolin
Jacy Jayne
Roxanne Perez
And for AEW:
Male:
Kenny Omega
The young bucks
Adam Page
Darby Allin
Orange Cassidy
MJF
Adam Cole
Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose
Claudio/Cesaro
Will Ospreay
And female:
Toni Storm
Mariah May
Thunder Rosa
Kris Statlander
Willow Nightingale
Anna Jay
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NJPW NEW YEAR DASH!! 2024 Review (Jan 5th, Sumida Ward Gymnasium, Tokyo)
NJPW World TV Championship - Hiroshi Tanahashi (c) vs. Ryusuke Taguchi **1/2
Hirooki Goto & YOSHI-HASHI vs. Kaito Kiyomiya & Ryohei Oiwa ***
El Phantasmo & Hikuleo vs. Yuto Nakashima & Oskar Leube **1/2
Tama Tonga, Shota Umino, El Desperado, Master Wato, Togi Makabe & Tomoaki Honma vs. EVIL, Ren Narita, Yoshinobu Kanemaru, SHO, Yujiro Takahashi & Dick Togo *1/2
Will Ospreay, Jeff Cobb, HENARE, TJP & Frencesco Akira vs. David Finlay, Gabe Kidd, Alex Coughlin, Clark Conners & Drilla Moloney ****
Tetsuya Naito, Shingo Takagi, Yota Tsuji, Hiromu Takahashi & BUSHI vs. SANADA, Taichi, Yuya Uemura, DOUKI & TAKA Michinku **1/4
KOPW 2024 Championship ~ Pinfall Only 10 Minute Sprint - Toru Yano vs. Great-O-Khan vs. YOH vs. Taiji Ishimori *1/2
Kazuchika Okada, Bryan Danielson, Jon Moxley & Tomohiro Ishii vs. Zack Sabre Jr., Mikey Nicholls, Shane Haste & Kosei Fujita ***3/4
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This was your typically fun, brisk NEW YEAR DASH!! show, that was as always was more about the angles and story progressions into the year ahead (or indeed, lack there of) as opposed to great matches or anything. Debuting in the Sumida Ward Gym, the show was a mystery card, with the matches only becoming apparent once the participants entered. Things kicked off with Tanahashi defending the World TV Title against Ryusuke Taguchi, in an inoffensive, but totally superfluous opener. It only went 5:40, and was pretty much all your typical Taguchi comedy bout, which Tana obviously won with a cradle. The post match was eventful as a video aired of none other than Matt Riddle challenging Tanahashi, so that's certainly an interesting development. Tana claimed to have no idea who Riddle was. Next up, NOAH Ace Kiyomiya and NJ Young Lion Oiwa put in a losing effort against former tag champs Bishamon. This was a nice little match which saw Goto pin Oiwa after the Shoto in 7:40.
The next outing was Young Lion's Nakashima and Leube's official last match before their excursion. They took on the new Tag Champs, ELP and Hikuleo in a standard tag match. Phantasmo pinned Yuto at the 8 minute mark with Thunder Kiss 86. After bidding the Young Lions farewell, Chase Owens attacked the champions, and announced himself and KENTA as their next challengers. Fab. It was 12 man tag action next as the entire House of Torture took on the New Japan Babyface All-Stars. This was pretty bad, and devolved into the usual HoT nonsense. Umino pinned Togo in 8 minutes after a Death Rider, then the heels beat everyone down in the post match. Narita focussed on Shota, so their feud continues, Kanemaru laid out Despy with a whiskey bottle, so there's his next Jr. Title challenger, and EVIL laid out Tama, cut his hair, and posed with the NEVER Title, which he then stole. I can't possibly pretend that any of these pairings interest me in the slightest, but if there's one positive, it's that at least EVIL isn't anywhere near the main event scene.
United Empire battled the Bullet Club War Dogs next in a 10 man. This was all excellent. The match itself only went 5:10, but it was all-action and super intense; they brawled around the building, Akira hit a balcony dive, Connors Speared and beatdown the referee, Gabe Kidd juiced a gusher after hitting the exposed buckles, the War Dogs all threw chairs and guardrails from the crowd into the ring, and the match was thrown out, ruled a No Contest. There was a crazy post-match beatdown, which included the heels trying to gouge Akira's eye out with a metal object, and he juiced too. Just when it looked like they were done, the UE fought back and cleared house, only for Gedo to blindside Ospreay with a lowblow. They were about to take him out when TJP made the save by Misting Finlay, and Ospreay hit Gedo with a running Powerbomb through an upright table in the corner. Ospreay then said his last night in New Japan is New Beginning in Osaka on February 11th, and challenged all 5 guys to 10 man war fare, and he'd let Finlay choose the stipulation. The new Global Champion chose a Cage Match, so that should be outstanding stuff. This was the highlight of the show by far.
LIJ and Just Five Guys faced off next in a total House Show affair. It wasn't bad, but certainly wasn't good, and the post match didn't fill me with much excitement. TAKA scored his first win in maybe 15 years when he pinned BUSHI with a Michinoku Driver II at 8:47. The post match saw SANADA challenge Naito to a rematch (meh). I'd much rather someone else challenge for the World Heavyweight belt at this point, maybe even Taichi, but this was the inevitable issue with putting the belt back on Naito. There just aren't many/any fresh matches for him. The 2024 KOPW Champion was decided in the next match, which was a pinfalls only 10 minute sprint. This sucked, the crowd was dead, the action uninspired and even though it only went 10 minutes, it felt 30. After O-Khan pinned everyone, Ishimori snuck in, stole a pin, then ran away to beat the clock and win the Championship. Whatever. I think this belt is way past its Use By date now.
And then it was main event time, as the Dream Team of Okada, Ishii, Mox and Danielson took on the TMDK guys. This was lots of fun, everyone looked great and all the individual stories made for a compelling watch. Ishii tore the house down every time he got in there, and Danielson and ZSJ's exchanges were the best wrestling on the show. Obviously. The finish saw Haste and Nicholls put Ishii away with the Tank Buster whilst Sabre had Danielson tied up in a Manjigatame at the 13:50 mark. The post match saw Zack challenge Danielson (now THAT'S a rematch I can get behind!), with both guys promising to tap each other out (despite all the talk of submissions, their last match ended in a pinfall), then Fujita said he, Nicholls and Haste were next for the NEVER 6 Man Titles. Okada was very annoyed at this, saying Fujita was in no way ready to face him, then they stared down Tanahashi on commentary to end and eventful show.
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guys I forgive most things but naked ospreay on the dash is crossing a line
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Angle, draw and feud for the wrestling asks please!
this is gonna get long. you have been warned
angle: your favorite storyline(s)? why?
the ospreay-omega-okada relationship dynamic triangle... thing. whatever those three have going on. if i have to formulate it as a storyline... ospreay's hero story. that's maybe the best way of putting it. everything from the point he joined chaos to him beating okada at this year's g1, with a very large appendage in the shape of one kenny omega
my main interest since around september of last year has been the ospreay-omega feud, but i think it's near impossible to look at that as an isolated storyline removed from its context. which is why one of the first things kenny rubs in ospreay's face during that off-air promo after the first round of trios tournament matches is the fact that ospreay went there fresh off a loss to okada at the g1, contrasted with the fact that kenny was able to beat okada before. and why okada and kenny teaming at new year dash against united empire was a very pointed message at ospreay, who dropped his title to kenny at wk beforehand. and why ospreay had to beat kenny before he was able to beat okada. so on and so forth
like... these three people just feed into each other in such intricate ways, i don't think you could tell one story without explaining another along the way. i have like at least three essay-length conversations about them per week. and also the ospreay-omega feud in particular is very personal to me. right place, right time, stuff like that
draw: list 5-10 qualities about your favorite wrestler(s) that caused you to be fan of him/her/them!
i think right now the wrestler i like the most is... ospreay. obviously there are people who like him heaps more than i do, i'd say i'm just an enjoyer mostly, but i like watching him a lot
the first thing that always catches my attention when feeling a pull towards specific wrestlers is what they do in the ring. i watch wrestling for... well... wrestling, first and foremost. and ospreay just possesses such outstanding athletic prowess... i don't know how he does what he does. his current move set is also informed by a lot of things i typically enjoy in wrestling (high-flying and impactful kicks). love hunting down the inspiration behind specific moves he does... he has great taste when it comes to what he decides to draw from
the way he paces his matches. i think it's one of those hit or miss things where if you hate fast-paced action you're not gonna like him. my attention span is fried at this point and i do look for a certain level of stimulation when it comes to matches so it's as close to perfect as it gets
i talked about this with a friend recently, but the way ospreay carries himself within the context of kayfabe is one of the most interesting facets of him i think. it's very jarring to see him perform beside all of these characters when he himself... isn't so much of a character, in the traditional sense. i don't want to stick a label on his forehead that says he's the most authentic wrestler out there or anything but his character work is incredibly honest. downright gripping stuff i tell you
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feud: your favorite rivalries?
sort of answered in the first one already (because there's a big overlap between the two for me) but some others that i think worth mentioning are: giulia vs syuri, shibata vs goto and hiromu vs ospreay. oh and of course hino vs yuki "not sexy" iino
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Sapphire: why is Sienna smiling?
Sienna: what, I can't just be happy?
Riley: Dash fell down the stairs
Dash: she fucking pushed me
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Ignition Chapter 2: New Kids on the Block
The opening race! Who will come out on top? Who is this mystery driver coming from the crowd? Find out on this episode of Dragonba- er, I mean, Ignition!
Riley Currant and Sienna Umberon belong to @gruntnuker-rwby
Sapphire’s heart was about to beat out of her chest. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. If they didn’t have to be ready on the pedals, her legs would’ve been bouncing with anticipation. Her eyes were transfixed on the skunk hybrid in front of her motioning for cars to line up. And behind that skunk hybrid, an empty city street under the lights of downtown ready for its players to take center stage. This was it. The crescendo, the beat drop that couldn’t even be rivaled by the ones she heard so frequently in clubs. It was exactly what Sapphire lived for.
The moment Royce’s arms dropped, Sapphire got her sweet release. A fleeting moment, but one she cherished nonetheless, as her suspense released into dopamine and adrenaline. Likewise, her Ford Focus RS felt that same rush as its 4-cylinder engine burst off the line. As Royce quickly disappeared out of view, she then shifted her priority to the car outside her passenger side window. The black Monte Carlo of Jynx Fushon was just beginning to poke its nose as they climbed through the gears. The 350 small block motor underneath the Chevy’s hood was putting each horsepower it produced to good use. As they continued down the initial straight, Sapphire’s rear view filled with the headlights of a Golf that was forced to fall in line after a poor start. And while she couldn’t see it, she knew that the RX-8 was fiercely keeping pace on the other side of Jynx. Sapphire kept her nose underneath the muscle car to hold onto the inside line for turn 1. But, Jynx didn’t drift up the track like she expected, instead remaining gripped to the street and keeping the two side by side. Now, Victoria was behind both of them, trying to pick a lane to apply pressure from.
Before they reached the next set of corners - a quick left-right flick one block over onto Odessa Avenue - Jynx's power started to pull him ahead. Sapphire groaned softly at the sight of taillights. Before Victoria could take advantage and follow Jynx past her, however, Sapphire sent her Focus through the cityscape chicane. The nimble hatchback had a much happier time going through the turns than her competitors. The gap to the Monte Carlo closed just as quickly as it formed. But, with Jynx on the apex, there was no opportunity for Sapphire to use her advantage and make a pass.
Facing the drivers next was a fast turn onto Summerwood Boulevard. Just outside the line of cones demarcating the track, a girl was sat in the back of a silver and black Chevrolet El Camino, with her phone out to record the action. First, she directed her camera on the lead as Sapphire tried to use the outside line to go the long way around, but to no avail. Then, she swiftly switched to Victoria defending a charging Cato. Just as she thought her filming job was done, though, the sound of an incoming V8 engine whipped her aim back to the street. As the Mustang flew through the turn past the girl, gaining ground on the others, she reached for a radio hooked to a belt loop on her denim shorts.
Back at the parking garage, everyone was abuzz with speculation at this new arrival. Questions kept arising like heat from the blacktop after a burnout, with no answers to appease them. Emotions ranged from bewilderment to concern to outrage. Who was this crowd missile? Why were they here? Were they looking for someone in particular? Everyone was looking to Royce for an explanation, but she had none to give.
“Yo boss, you’re seeing this right?” Royce’s radio hummed to life. “Whats going on? Who is that?”
“Harley, you’re like the 18th person to ask me that in the past two minutes. I have no idea,” she said back into the radio. The stress and frustration in her voice was a struggle to keep hidden. Meanwhile, the other three West Coast All-Stars were stuck watching the action from the sidelines. Solomon’s tablet displayed Sapphire’s onboard feed and the video Harley just messaged him.
“C’mon, Sapph. Get around his ass!” Auburn yelled at the screen like a sports fan watching their hometown team.
“If she stays close and keeps biding her time, she’ll be fine. He’ll make a mistake long before she will. She’s got this,” Dash said.
“You guys are more worried about the race than the fact that there’s an intruder in it?” Solomon asked his teammates. He tried to keep his anxiety at bay and sound cool, but it still crept into his voice enough for his friends to recognize it. For his troubles, he received a hearty pat on the shoulder from Auburn. It took some effort to fake not feeling Auburn’s strength.
“She’s a big girl. She can handle it,” she said.
“That Mustang’s got no chance of catching up. Just some reject looking to cut the line and pull a fast one. So no, I’m not worried,” Dash added again with unwavering conviction.
“You should be.”
The trio all turned around to follow the trail of an unknown female voice. Stood behind them was the same biker Sapphire had taken a picture of before the race began. She faced them all with arms crossed over her black and red Icon biker jacket. Then, a pair of skeleton gloved hands moved to unfasten the helmet. The face revealed underneath had maroon shoulder length locks and red eyes that were staring down the All-Stars. The three of them exchanged glances and shrugs.
“Uhm, do we know you?” Auburn questioned.
“No, but you will,” the biker said.
“Ugh. The amount of corny ass lines I’ve heard from rookie nobodies,” Dash muttered while rolling his eyes so loudly it was a miracle the whole meet didn’t see it. The biker certainly took notice at his lack of care in keeping his words down.
“Watch your mouth, red. Name’s Riley Currant. I’m the leader of Garage 21,” she said icily at Dash.
“Never heard of it,” he scoffed.
“We’ve been going across the country beating the best each scene has to offer. New York, Chicago, Seattle. And now we’re finally at our last stop. LA, the origin of hot rodding and drag racing.”
“So, the Mustang. They’re with you?” Solomon asked the newcomer softly.
“Yup. That’s my babe. It was her idea.”
“Hmph. So you’re on a cute little road trip. Big deal. Why does that mean you get to just jump into a race you had no business even knowing about?” Dash said. Riley took one step toward him. She was the same height as Dash, so looking into his eyes as a smirk grew more and more across her lips was just that much easier. Dash furrowed his brow in turn.
“To get your attention,” she said. “We aren’t waiting. We wanna put the best teams on notice. And not gonna lie, when I heard you pull up in a Ferrari that sounded stock, I almost didn’t believe it was you.”
“How do you know about us?” Solomon jumped in again, inadvertently cutting his leader off before he could fire back with a comment defending his Italian baby.
“We got more reach than we thought,” Auburn nudged Solomon with her elbow, chuckling pridefully.
“Did you think we were gonna go into this blind? Besides, your influencer friend made it really easy to keep track of who’s who in this scene,” Riley said. Having heard bits and pieces of the conversation, Royce had joined the group at this point. She was eyeing the stranger cautiously, still demanding answers.
“Well if you’re as experienced as you say you are, then you should know this shit isn’t free to play. Barging in like this isn’t exactly how street racing works, sweetheart,” Dash said. With the grin still plastered on her face and without breaking eye contact, she withdrew a sizeable stack of cash from her pocket. She waved it in Dash’s face a little, prompting a swipe to knock it out of her hands that was too slow.
“You’re the organizer, right?” Riley addressed Royce. She nodded, still looking unsure as RIley handed her the wad of money. “We’re not looking for free rides. We’re just looking to make a name for ourselves. Just as we’ve done at every place we’ve stopped so far.”
“Oh you did that. But that’s not always a good thing,” Dash said, his words still armed defensively like daggers.
“Very ironic coming from you, silver spoon,” Riley said while desperately trying not to just laugh in his face. Meanwhile, Royce had been quietly counting the money during their back and forth. She had enough to cover her usual entrance fee plus a little extra. She stepped in between the two bickering redheads, waving them both off to shush them.
“She’s clear with me as far as money goes. Although next time, I’ll just text you when we get together,” Royce said. She stuffed the cash into her jacket pocket and in its place she pulled out a vape pen. One hit, a puff of smoke, the taste and scent of blueberry taking over. Her stress levels were finally coming down some. “Save me the anxiety, ok?”
The distance between Sapphire in second and Victoria in third had grown. It essentially split the race into two smaller battles. Cato was finding it difficult to get out of last. The RX-8 was doing good work keeping him behind, especially through the turns. If there was one benefit of being in the back, at least his attention could remain solely fixed on what’s in front of him. No reason to be glancing at his mirrors. Not like there was going to be a surprise fifth racer to defend from.
Wait, what?
Much to his surprise, a pair of Ford Mustang headlights were rapidly growing in his mirrors. By the time he noticed, it was too late to stop the charging blue oval. It breezed past him with enough straight line speed to make a defense almost impossible anyways. Now, the Mazda was next in their sights. As they neared, Victoria was unsure if she should even spend the energy on the tresspasser. She doesn’t count as an actual participant, right? But in the end, racer instinct kicked in. Nothing gets past. She threw a hard block on the Mustang. But, it could only stop their advance briefly.
Back at the front, Sapphire was starting to get antsy. In her world, there were a lot more fun ways to get pinned down than being stuck in second place. But, that Monte Carlo was proving to be a nuisance to pass. In racing, catching someone is one thing, but getting around them was a whole different thing entirely. And if Sapphire didn’t know that before, she was certainly being reminded of that now.
If she was feeling any kind of annoyance at her situation, however, she wasn’t showing it. Nothing was gonna shake her. She took a deep breath and instead of reaching for her shifter, she tapped the screen to the right of the steering wheel. On it was the radio tab left with the same playlist she boomed down the highway earlier on pause. The EDM made its return known with one subtle press of the play button. Jynx cocked an eyebrow at the mirrors he had been fixated on upon hearing the music.
Sapphire was all over his rear end. She first looked left. Then, she cut all the way to the right lane. Each move she took was countered by the Chevy, but the margin of error was shrinking. Every one of his safeguarding measures cut it closer and closer, looking more and more shaky. They began to approach a long right-hander that took them past the library, which had long been closed for the night. The turn tightened up on exit, meaning any passing here was going to be mere inches from ending in disaster. Upon entering the corner, Jynx’s car slid up just a little, leaving a gap just big enough to fit a Focus through. And right as the song’s buildup section was coming to an end-
“Got him!” The beat drop. Her eyes electrified. Her smile couldn’t be contained. She stomped on the gas pedal and gunned it toward the opening. It was a wild move, one that caused Jynx to stare outside his driver side window in near disbelief. She practically threw the car to his inside, but never once made any contact with the Monte Carlo. He was forced to listen to that beat drop as it passed him by. With that, Sapphire was now in the lead.
With the race well into its closing stages, Jynx had little time to waste in shifting to the offensive. He tried to put the power down on out the corner but Sapphire took his preferred racing line away. This halted his momentum for the moment, causing Jynx to growl under his breath. He barely had time to squint into a concentrated death stare at Sapphire before a glow from behind caught his eye.
“Heh, guess you don’t wanna lose that bet after all, Victoria,” Jynx said to himself. But, as the shine dimmed down and the front end came into focus, the invading Mustang made its presence known. “What the fuck? Who’re you??” he said louder in bewilderment. A blue car stuck behind him was a sight he welcomed, but with Sapphire in front of him, then..who was this? Likewise, Sapphire saw the fellow Ford slotted in line from behind Jynx.
“Party crasher, huh?” she said. Her voice did not express the surprise her eyes gave off at seeing this uninvited guest. There was no concern in her words, unlike her other competitors. There was no panic, no anger. Only a new thrill of someone new. “Ok, newbie. Better not miss your shot.”
As the now 3-way battle for the lead rushed toward the final turn, a left that would put them on a one-way track back to the parking garage, the Mustang suddenly darted out of Jynx’s slipstream and to his inside. Jynx moved down to try and squeeze them out of room, trying to force them to back out of it. But, the Mustang wouldn’t budge. With an impressive display of fearlessness, they kept on the throttle and turned Jynx’s move against him, practically powering him aside. The Chevy wiggled, forcing Jynx to give up the position as he had to let off the gas and recollect his car. With second now secured, all that was left was a last sprint to the finish line and a sporty blue hatchback. However, the battle for second cost both Jynx and the Ford too much time. Sapphire was able to streak across the finish line in first, securing another victory for the All-Stars.
“Yeah, baby! Yes!” Sapphire shouted in triumph. She eased on the brakes and gently brought the car back down to a leisurely, more speed limit friendly pace. The turn around and casual stroll back to the rest of her team was like a the drive to victory lane for her. And her teammates were the #1 fans to shower her with congratulations.
“That’s how it’s done!” Auburn said while pumping her fist. Sapphire gave her a quick nod of thanks as she got out the car. But, any further celebrating was cut short as her interest was peaked in something else - the mystery Mustang that had now pulled alongside her. Peering over the roof, she waited for the driver to reveal themselves. Her anticipation was first met by a pair of fox ears, both marked with several piercings, most notably one with a pentagram on it on the left ear. That was followed by long brown hair done in dreads with the sides shaved. And as she turned around to face the All-Stars, a pair of heterochromatic eyes, one a glimmering gold and the other an icy, metallic blue, peered back at her. Piercings dotted her face as well, including her nose, lips, and brow. The lighthearted smile she gave was a stark contrast to Sapphire’s confusion.
“Damn, you know if I had an even start I woulda had you!” Her voice was a bit deeper in pitch than an average female voice. Her words carried no kind of regret whatsoever for the race she had just broken into. As she stepped out away from the cars and toward LA’s established top racers, she revealed a busty chest hidden under a comfortable T-shirt and jacket.
“How’s the cheesy quote go? It doesn’t matter if you win by an inch or a mile?” Sapphire said. She flashed her trademark heartwarming smile, almost as if to the other girl’s nonchalance. She recognized the game being played. Auburn joined her side, staring down the fellow fox hybrid with equal parts defensiveness and curiosity. She seemed like someone Auburn could roll with. “Sooo who are you exactly?” Sapphire inquired.
“Oh, right! Name’s Sienna Umberon. Your favorite menace to society aannnnd-”. As she left her sentence on a cliffhanger, she made a gesture to the rear of her car. On the rear bumper, there was a sticker that said- “Fastest Fox in Town,” she finished. Auburn’s ears twitched slightly.
“Wanna try that last part again?” she said, desperately trying yet still failing to keep her anger internal. Any interest she had in making a new hybrid friend had dissipated into the faintest scowl across her lips.
“What do you drive?” Sienna implored, almost in a tone of voice that was dying to egg Auburn on.
“Challenger Hellcat.”
“She’s our Hellfox,” Sapphire added.
“Hellfox, huh?” Sienna said. As the redhead Riley now joined her, arm wrapped around her shoulders, Sienna looked up in thought for a moment. “Where do I know that from? Oh yeah! You from Detroit by chance?” Auburn nodded. The Motor City was her hometown, born and raised, and where she first cut her teeth as a street racer. “Yeah, heard about you a lot when we passed through. Seem like the real deal. You had all the records up there.”
“Damn right,” Auburn said with a surge of confidence at the reminder of her hometown accolades. However, as she processed that last sentence again, that confidence quickly left her chest. Her fox ears shot straight up, and her face twisted with shock and outrage. “Wait. Had?!?”
“The sticker doesn’t lie,” Sienna tapped the front bumper teasingly like she was knocking on a door. “Riley and I built this thing to hurt Hellcats’ feelings.”
“I don’t know where you come off trying to step up to us like this. You snuck into a race just to have a shot at the champs, and guess what. You lost. So if you want another shot like that, work your way up the right way, then we’ll talk, ok? Back of the line,” Dash came in at last.
“Ooooooo, someone’s worried my degenerate ass is gonna whoop your ass,” Sienna said to him, her tail swaying as her sarcastically saccharine words were only interrupted by a snort of laughter.
“Worried? About you? Only thing I’m worried about with you is you trying to steal my watch.” His unflinching anger and commitment to the tough guy approach only caused Sienna to laugh louder.
“Yeah, this was the first impression I got from him too,” Riley said, joining in the laughter at Dash’s expense but much quieter.
“The first impression should be I’m above whatever hole you crawl out of that you call a home. If that makes you hate me, then I guess you can hate,” Dash said. Suddenly, Sienna broke away from Riley and marched forward towards the elite. The giggling was now gone. In its place were eyes of fire and a clenched fist poised to knock out the former shortstop.
“I refuse to be lectured about ‘the right way’ by someone like you! You wanna talk shit to my Riley, then I’ll show you some hate!” But, an icy hand from behind promptly found her shoulder and stopped her in her tracks.
“Babe. Not here,” Riley said. Her calming touch instantly caused Sienna to untense her muscles. It was always a certain level of soothing to her, even when she didn’t want to be soothed. However, the blaze in her mismatching eyes did not fade one bit. After a moment of neither of them backing down, Sapphire also stuck a hand between them to aid in defusing the situation.
“We should go, guys. Things are winding down, and we don’t need to risk police catching the afterparty,” she said. Even as Dash and Sienna both took a step away from each other, the two refused to break the staring contest for another couple uneasy moments. So, Sapphire kept going, “It was fun getting to race you. Hope we get to do it again more evenly next time. And welcome to LA.”
“Yeah. Welcome,” Dash said with biting mockery.
“Oh don’t worry. You’ll be seeing a lot of us soon enough,” Riley said. The two factions separated to their camps and began to disembark from the meet. As they drove off into the southern California night, the cast of characters returned backstage after another performance. No doubt that the next act had been altered by this meeting.
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Power Struggle preview
Will Ospreay vs. Shota Umino - Ospreay is defending the IWGP US title, although he's still calling it the UK title. Umino has asked him to bring both the US and UK versions of the title belt, so it's anyone's guess what he'll call the championship. Shota is 0-3 against Ospreay, but if he can pull it off this time he will defend the US/UK title against his mentor Jon Moxley in the Tokyo Dome on January 4.
Ospreay's future with New Japan is in question. He's been making a lot of noise about potentially going elsewhere soon. At the press conference for this match, he flat-out said he wants Umino to beat him and carry the company, because he won't be around to do it for much longer. I don't know if I buy that, but the fact remains that Will set it up like Shota can't afford to choke here.
The bigger picture here is that Umino has been branded along with Ren Narita and Yota Tsuji as "The Reiwa Musketeers." The implication is that they are expected to carry New Japan to new heights much like the original Three Musketeers (Masahiro Chono, Shinya Hashimoto, and Keiji Muto) or the New Three Musketeers (Hiroshi Tanahashi, Shinsuke Nakamura, Katsuyori Shibata). It's a lot of pressure, and the storyline thus far is that the Reiwa Musketeers haven't lived up to the hype in terms of winning matches. So every time one of them gets an opportunity like this, it's a chance to snap the frustration or stretch it out even further. So while Umino can't afford to choke, that doesn't mean New Japan won't turn him into a choke artist before they turn him into a champion.
My gut feeling is that they wouldn't even bring up the idea of Shota vs. Moxley unless it was really going to happen. Even so, Moxley could still demand the match after an Umino loss, with nothing on the line but pride. In short, there are a lot of reasons that a title change would make sense here, but not a lot of reasons that New Japan can't dash our hopes and defer Shota's dreams for another year. I could honestly see this one going either way.
Hiromu Takahashi vs. Taiji Ishimori - Hiromu's IWGP junior heavyweight title is on the line. Interestingly, this match may also involve the ironman heavymetalweight championship, a comedy title in DDT that is defended under 24/7 rules. See, Hiromu won the title a couple of times in the past month, and then on November 2 Ishimori attacked him backstage and rolled him up for a cheap pin to capture the belt. So unless somebody rolls up Ishimori before this match (quite possible) the winner of this bout should end up with both belts.
This is a rematch from May 21, when Hiromu won by stoppage after Ishimori suffered some sort of neck injury. I was afraid he'd be out for at least a year, but he returned last month to beat up Hiromu and lay down the challenge for this match. It's pretty weird this match is simultaneously about a legit neck injury and a comedy belt that was famously held by a sex doll.
I think HIromu should retain the junior title and defend it at the Tokyo Dome. Then again, I have no idea who's being set up for that spot, so maybe Ishimori should just win it here to set up a rematch in January. Or maybe the sex doll could do a run in and pin both of them. You never know.
Francesco Akira & TJP vs. Yoshinobu Kanemaru & SHO - This is the final match in the Super Jr. Tag League tournament. The block matches ended with three teams tied on top at 12 points, but Catch 2/2 (Akira and TJP) have wins over both of them, so they finished in first place. Sho and Nobu defeated El Desperado and Master Wato to clinch second place. I expect the winners of this match to challenge the IWGP junior heavyweight tag team champions, probably on January 4, but it's not a formal stipulation like the G1 Climax has.
I didn't keep up with the Super Jr. Tag League this year, but from what I heard I was really expecting the odd couple of Despy and Wato to go all the way. This matchup should be fresh and maybe even good, but it's not at all what I was hoping for. I suppose Sho and Nobu will pull all the usual House of Torture cheap heat spots, but I can't imagine they'll actually win.
Kazuchika Okada & Hiroshi Tanahashi & Tomohiro Ishii vs. Zack Sabre Jr. & Shane Haste & Mikey Nicholls - Okada's team is defending the NEVER trios title. It's not at all clear to me what any of these guys will be doing at Wrestle Kingdom, so the most compelling part of this match will be after the bell, waiting to see if anyone comes out to issue an interesting challenge. I don't expect Okada's team to lose at this point, and I doubt any of them will pin Sabre to set up a television title bout.
Jon Moxley vs. Great-O-Khan - This match was made when Will Ospreay demanded it in exchange for giving Shota Umino a title shot. Moxley suffered an apparent concussion on September 20, and since then he's only worked a couple of indie shows. This is a big opportunity for Khan to score a huge win, but there's almost no chance of that happening.
From the minute this was thrown together I figured the point was to have Moxley in the building to shoot an angle for Wrestle Kingdom. Once Shota Umino announced his intention to win the US title and defend against Mox, everything made sense. Unfortunately, that just means Khan is an afterthought before the match even starts. But that's kind of how it's been for him all year, so.
David Finlay vs. Tanga Loa - Finlay lost the NEVER title to Loa's brother Tama Tonga on October 9, and then got pinned by Loa himself in a tag match on October 14. So Finlay is looking for revenge, and Loa had better watch his ass. I wasn't sure if the plan was to push Tama and Tanga as a tag team or two singles guys. But seeing as Tama has already lost the NEVER belt, it makes sense to put them both in World Tag League in a few weeks. Thus, there's no real reason to protect Loa here, and I figure Finlay is going to wreck him bad.
SANADA & Yuya Uemura vs. Tetsuya Naito & Yota Tsuji - This is a preview of Sanada vs. Naito in the main event of Wrestle Kingdom on January 4. Tsuji dramatically returned from excursion a few months ago to join Naito's squad, and Uemura just returned to join Sanada's camp. One of them is bound to get pinned in this match, and I figure it'll be Tsuji.
Shingo Takagi & BUSHI & Titan vs. Tama Tonga & KUSHIDA & Kevin Knight - Takagi recently defeated Tonga for the NEVER title. The other four guys in this match were all in the Super Jr. Tag League tournament. Not much to this, unless somebody manages to pin Shingo and set up a title match, and I doubt that will happen. Takagi's team should win.
Clark Connors & Drilla Moloney vs. El Desperado & Master Wato vs. YOH & MUSASHI vs. Robbie Eagles & Kosei Fujita - Connors and Moloney are the IWGP junior heavyweight tag team champions, but their title isn't at stake in this match. If they get pinned, you can bet whoever pins them will be in line for a title shot. But since four-way matches are often one-fall-to-a-finish, it's just as likely the champs won't be involved in the decision.
My guess is that this match exists so DespeWato can get a pin on Connors/Moloney and demand a spot in the tag title match on January 4. That would set up a three-way between the champs, DespeWato, and the winners of Akira & TJP vs. Sho & Kanemaru. I hate three-way matches, and setting up a three-way match by doing a four-way match makes me even more mad. But I suppose I shouldn't fret about it until they actually do it.
Jeff Cobb & Callum Newman vs. Oskar Leube & Yuto Nakashima - Newman might as well be the young boy of the United Empire faction, whereas Leube and Nakashima are the rank-and-file young boys. Cobb is more of a big boy and could squish all three of these guys, so his team has to win.
Ryusuke Taguchi & The DKC & Boltin Oleg vs. Strong Machine J & Mochizuki Jr. & Yoshiki Kato - This is a pre-show match, so I'm not even sure it'll be broadcast. It's billed as a "Frontier Zone" match, whatever that means. Basically it's some New Japan guys who aren't doing much lately versus some young talent from other promotions--in this case, a trio from Dragon Gate. I'd expect Taguchi's team to win handily, but Oleg is a Young Lion so he might be in this match specifically to do a job for the outsiders.
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my love when it counted . masterlist
this thing is getting so big that I think it deserves its own masterlist for an easier navigation, here you'll have chapter with their own summaries and warnings if needed. this is reachable through the general masterlist by clicking on the link in the my love when it counted title
my love when it counted
When Kenny’s ex girlfriend is hired to work at AEW he is forced to face his mistakes, his feelings, and the mess he’d made of something he once treasured. Trying to fix a bridge he burnt and show he’d become a better person, even if you wouldn’t forgive him for it.
(there was no abuse, violence, or cheating in their previous relationship)
chapter 01
When Kenny’s ex girlfriend is hired to work at AEW he is forced to face his mistakes, his feelings, and the mess he’d made of something he once treasured. Not an easy thing, but pretending each other don’t exist in some backstage cold war really wasn’t going to help.
warning: light angst // wordcount: 3.3k
chapter 02
Kenny accepts he has to try and make amends, and with Matt’s help he finally manages to talk to you. But feelings are complex, words often not doing them justice, and things are usually far more complicated in reality than they are on paper.
warning: heavy angst // wordcount: 6.7k
chapter 03
When Kenny returns home after his failed apology, he tries to keep himself busy with random tasks to keep the pain at bay. However, when looking through his things one day he finds something he should have left buried, and it sparks a fire in him that he knows he shouldn’t feed.
warning: smut with very little angst by the end // wordcount: 3.9k
chapter 04
The company Christmas party rolls around and when Kenny sees you with a certain cowboy by your side, he can’t stop the jealousy from burning within him. Returning to his usual plan, he tries to avoid you, but can’t keep his eyes from going back to your form. However, just as he is about to leave, something else happens that shakes his night completely.
warning: drunkenness and very light angst // wordcount: 8.3k
chapter 05
After the party, Kenny makes the drive back to your hotel, but on the way there a mistake on your part shifts the situation. With no other place to go, you end up having to spend the night at his place as he tries his best to help you with your injuried ankle.
warning: drunkenness, light angst, very brief description of a swollen ankle // wordcount: 6.7k
chapter 06
In the morning after the party, both Kenny and you have to deal with the fallout of hat happened the previous night. Through the confusion of all that happened, fate opens a door for Kenny, and he knows it might be his only chance to properly apologize for the things he did. As if this wasn't tense enough, the situation forces him into a heavy realization.
warning: some angst // wordcount: 8.6k
chapter 07
With the approach of Wrestle Kingdom and his match with Ospreay, Kenny has to deal with both his feelings for you and his fears that his glory days may have come to an end. However, when he is leaving to Japan, he gets a big surprise as he sees you on the same plane as him. It just so happens that you too were going to Wrestle Kingdom.
warning: angst, mentions of blood, general wrestling violence and post match wounds // wordcount: 8.4k
chapter 08
After New Year Dash, Kenny goes to the NJPW staff party, the same one Mercedes was taking you to as her guest. The night starts of well enough only for his fears and anxieties to come crashing back into him when he spots Will Ospreay flirting with you. Though, not all things are as they seem and the night still had more in store for him.
warning: slight angst, heavy drinking // wordcount: 8.4k
chapter 09
With Wrestle Kingdom done both you and Kenny return to your daily lives. Now no longer in a cold war with each other backstage you both grow closer, becoming friends getting used to each other’s presence as part of your routines. So, when Kenny’s injuries flare back up, forcing him out of the ring again, you use a match close to his home as your chance to drop by for a visit.
warning: very slight angst, smut // wordcount: 8.4k
chapter 10
When you showed up at his house to see him, Kenny didn't expect for you to stay the night, let alone for a simple visit to turn into something more. But you gave him an opportunity, and he couldn't dare turn it down. So he ends the night with you in his arms, sharing a moment he could only dream of for the past few years. Even if it would last just this one night, even if it would be gone by daylight, he still chose to take this chance. Any later pain would be worth the pleasure.
warning: smut, no angst this time // wordcount: 7.6k
chapter 11
Things settle into a weird new normalcy between you and Kenny, one he isn't fully happy with, but is still too much of a coward to back out of. So he just lets it continue, and tries to enjoy what time he has with you. Though, one day, while watching one of your matches, he is forced into a heavy revelation. One that only grows heavier when you get hurt, and he goes to visit you at your home for the first time.
warning: blood, vague descriptions of violence, smut, angst // wordcount: 8.1k
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My Highlights for AEW Wrestledream 2023
There was a dream, a dream of wrestling
And Antonio Inoki sought that dream when he founded NJPW
But now AEW has invited the dangling from its hinges Forbidden Door open again to celebrate Inoki on the anniversary of his death.
Let's see what was good about this show
Spoilers for the PPV
Zero Hour
"She's so sweet, but so dumb, god bless her" Richard of House Starks speaking of Lexy Nair, fiancée of one large William
Props for the Julia vignette, it aired on Collision and apparently someone on twitter helped film it so good for them
Stokely 'Urban Dictionary dot com' Hathaway
TK donning the Inoki scarf with Inoki's grandkids, Shibata and Rocky
Christian Cage Noooooo
Athena doing Billie's jump and Keith's Limitless pose, and then almost blindsided by Kojima XD
Meat chants always a win
Athena saved her minion!
Josh Barnett looks like a leaner Brock Lesnar don't he?
Moxley joining on commentary, showing he's well after the concussion too
I think that's an open invitation to Bloodsport for Claudio
Well, you can tell that Nick Wayne has trained with Darby, mans is bumping
Caster already going for the tentacle porn diss
Sounds like JR is open to scissoring
Main Card
MJF wearing as many belts as he has initials
Picking the right person to massage his shoulders
Alas no tag partner in the corner for Max
Dutch always has a great Bossman Slam
Some Guerrero tactics there, with some added pantomime by the audience
And he hits the bodyslam! The Seattle Stampede
MJF has put over a bodyslam, a double clothesline and a dropkick (Kangaroo Kick) which is proof that with enough charisma any move can be put over
Props to the dude in full Jeff Hardy cosplay
Shibata starting low like Inoki did vs Ali
Thesz drop early just like Inoki took it early vs him for his second ever NJPW match (first was vs Simon Gotch)
Uraken kicked out at 1!
Eddie again winning with the Powerbomb, he meant what he said to Kawada
Dang that crack as Statlander socked Julia
And Julia does have one hell of a moonsault
Brody having to carry his goth daughter back down the ramp
Reminder Julia Hart is 22 in November; younger than Hayes, Stratton, Dragunov, Dominik, Jade, Statlander, Anna, HOOK and more, she is a talent
Starting the 4 way with an International Title preview
and then OC tagging in??
Gunns doing the New Day 'both legal men' attempt
HOOK sold that superkick really well too
"It's always in their hometown huh?"
Nana gets his dance in
Serve remains that guy, so clean
Ooof, taking a trick out of Penta's book eh, Killshot?
Vicious discus lariat there from Hanger
The JML Driver is great too
Mox back on Commentary, he's one flirtation with Excalibur away from being Regal
Ricky's rope walk is just effortless
Ah poor Mox, he can't help but curse it's native to his vocabulary
Seahawks colours for Bryan
Moxley's passion for wrestling is shining through a lot in commentary, if he could control the cussing he could easily be an all timer play by play commentator
It also juxtaposes Nigel McGuinness' anti-Bryan vendetta
Bryan practically walked out of that Romero Special
Hitting the Itoh special with the rollover half crab
GOODNESS that Dragon Screw
I think his head was already fucking kicked in sheesh
That certainly was a technical masterclass, and it doesn't feel like we're done
I'm gonna say it too, give Bryan the IWGP World title. I mean it, he's beaten Okada and ZSJ, he could beat SANADA at like Sakura Genesis or New Year's Dash, have a little run with it, do the G1 and then drop it at Forbidden Door and then he's completed all his career goals
Mox's genuine surprise as he thought Demetrius Johnson was gonna wrestle Kenny Omega XD
I mean that Last Supper artwork is...definitely something
Geez starting with Omega/Ospreay?
People want Takeshita/Ibushi, that tells you how elevated Takeshita has been
Callis trying to contribute to increating the stretch
Ibushi now joining Suzuki in 'he does what he wants', joining the Sex Gods pose
'You still suck' chants because Sammy still pulled off a picture perfect Shooting Star Press
Jericho invoking Omega in the Not Even One kickout
Murder Ibushi activated!
That is the best Ibushi has looked in AEW so far, hopefully he gets 100% for Takeshita
Dang just let Dax and Davis slap each other for 10 minutes, Davis has wrestled WALTER I know he has it in him
I've seen enough, I don't just need 10 minutes I need a full tournament of big beefy men slapping man meat; Dax, Davis, Keith Lee, Shane Taylor, Wardlow, Luchasaurus, Butcher, Brody King, Joe, Hobbs, Miro, Brian Cage, Big Bill, etc. let them all fight, give us the whole Buffet
Darby and Christian have done so much work that'll go understated in restoring the TNT title, it's main eventing a PPV!
Also if anyone can will it into existence we need Christian to start calling himself the Turtle Neck Titan, you know because Turtlenecks but also TNT
Hoisted by his own petard, blinded by the turtle neck
I mean Nick Wayne's mom is hot you gotta shoot your shot
Well that is for sure a Darby Allin bump, right on the steps twice over
Frog Splash onto a stretcher!
And a Killswitch on the canvas boards!
Scorpion Death Drop and Coffin Drop on the boards only for two
Nick Wayne heel turn
You think you know him? Adam Copeland is All Elite! And he brought Metalingus with him
He was so excited he glided through the smoke!
Edge, Christian and Sting all in the same ring what year is it? what timeline is it? WHAT IS IT???
Conclusion
Well that was a lot of fun.
Compared to No Mercy it was perhaps marginally better for me, again this could be due to being more in the loop with the storylines but stuff like the trios match, the main event, Swerve vs Hangman, the ultimate tekkers match it just clicked. Not a bad match on the card too, though I was rooting for Aussie Open to win, but Bucks/FTR IV will still be great. Plus I still wanted to see Statlander body slam Brody.
I do hope Fénix is okay, he disappeared from the 4-Way and he's the International champion, don't want back to back injury-induced title changes after all. But it was good to see Moxley just out there enjoying himself on the side, probably won't ever get to do it again mind you given all the cussing but still, did elevate the matches.
We've got intriguing directions too; Swerve needs to get somewhere with that W over Hangman (world title? I mean I kinda like Jay White for it, International Title? Maybe too soon), Claudio and Bryan have extended rematch invitations and you know Ricky ain't done with the BCC (still though I wouldn't put him in the BCC, Garcia should have that spot), even the Zero Hour did some development with Billie and Athena's dynamic.
So yeah, probably not better than All In and All Out but still pretty damn good, Inoki would be proud.
Match of the Night: I mean it's the Ultimate Battle of Epic Tekkers right? Hard to really say any match was better than that wrestling-wise. The Main Event is a close second with the drama.
Best Entrance: Julia Hart gets this one just ahead of Adam Copeland's worst kept secret, not many flashy entrances in this show, in fact I think OC/Hook and Jericho didn't even get entrances.
Best Attire: Again, not many here, most of them were kinda subtle so I'm gonna give it to Swerve so I can give him props somewhere.
Best Performance: Tie for Bryan and Zack, masters of their craft, not much else you can say.
Spot of the Night: Because Christian dropping Darby on the steps was messy and scrappy, it's Bryan's Dragon Screw that just looked so vicious like I'm sure I saw his foot facing another direction.
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