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shujubeelamoglia · 11 months
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Manu Ríos
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enchantedalyse · 2 years
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Elite’s Season 5 Ending *Contains Spoilers*
Was anyone else incredibly let down and disappointed by the ending of this season? It was known going into this season that it would be the last for the characters of Samuel, Cayetana, Omar, and Rebeka yet they didn’t really have goodbye storylines/scenes like Guzman and Ander got last season. The average person watching wouldn’t even realize that those characters are no longer going to be in the show. This probably means that next season they will get a passing comment saying what happened to them/where they went, or they won’t even be mentioned at all. I’m also still annoyed that Guzman basically peaced out after commuting murder last season, while Samuel took the fall (which is exactly what I said would happen).
Now let’s talk the “death” of the season. First of all WTF was that? Were the similarities to Marina’s death supposed to represent a full circle moment for the shows lead character? The fact that the man Samuel saw as a father figure was the one to do this to him was just dirty, Samuel never has good things happen to him. Is it an ambiguous ending? We don’t exactly see one way or the other what the outcome is. The police come and arrest Benjamin, but what about Samuel? It definitely doesn’t look good with the actor not returning and his character bleeding out for a while before anyone shows up. However, we don’t see if an ambulance or a coroners van shows up. You’d think they would show him being taken away in an ambulance and either being pronounced dead or making it in time to be saved. You also would think they would show him being zipped into a black bag by the coroner. Yet we don’t see either. We also don’t get to see someone telling his next of kin (his mother and Nano) if he’s dead, or see a funeral for him. With the previous main character deaths of Marina and Polo, we saw all of those things. Is this something that will be wrapped up in another short story? If he’s alive, then will we see him in the hospital, possibly reuniting with some old friends, and then moving away? If he’s dead, then will we see his funeral with the possible return of people like Carla, Nano, and Guzman? Or will this all be answered by Ari or someone else making a comment about her father killing her boyfriend or the principle killing a student?
I’m personally hoping that against all odds he manages to survive and reunites with Carla. They were always the shows best couple, and deserved a much better story and ending than the writers and showrunners ever gave them. Thinking about the alternative, where Carla has to burry yet another man she loved is just too devastating and sad. Also if he dies, it’s such an awful and sucky ending to his character, who’s pretty much been the shows punching bag throughout the entire series. Knowing this show though, he’s probably dead and will be quickly forgotten about by all the characters.
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ryenbrandt · 2 years
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it’s been a year since we saw this ver. but what can we do, it still does wonders.
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itssofuckinglate · 2 years
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Anyone else really bothered that the Elite timeline makes no sense? Guzmán and Ander clearly leave after new year’s, yet in the Samu and Omar short story that takes place around Christmas Omar says they’ve already left
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ivanpellicer · 6 months
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ANDER MUÑOZ Élite | Short Stories: Omar Ander Alexis
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cuil-meleth · 2 years
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A Comprehensive Guide to the sad Hung Bucks music on Being the Elite
Apart from being a silly little travel vlog, BTE has been used as a very unconventional but creative storytelling tool for Elite-adjacent characters for about as long as the show itself has existed. The story of Hangman and the Bucks goes back to Bullet Club and ROH (where they even won the trios titles together in 2017) but its AEW part started around All Out 2019.
The sad Hung Bucks music is used as an auditory cue for the audience. It starts playing and we know what and who the characters are thinking about. While it's not their whole story, this is about regret and longing.
Episode 220 - All Out Fall Out
The music was first used after All Out 2020, shortly after Hangman is kicked out of the Elite for good and Kenny and he lose the tag belts. Brandon, ever the mediator, tries to get the Bucks to talk about their feelings.
"Can we finally talk about the Hangman stuff guys? - No, not on camera. I don't wanna talk about it. - What about Kenny, and how he ran off in his car, you guys didn't get in... that whole thing? Nothing? You guys don't wanna talk at all? - It's time that.. we start worrying more about ourselves. [pointing at Nick's Elite shirt] Maybe you don't need that shirt anymore."
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It's always their group above everything else in the Bucks heads, especially individual feelings, whether it be their own, or Hangman's; and it's come to bite them in the ass. Again. Maybe it is time to move on.
A series of clips starts playing as the music swells. It's the one of two times Kenny is a part of it. All of them on their separate paths, hopeless, heartbroken, and furious. The Elite is not fine.
Episode 225 - I Love You Dude
This is the episode where Brandon makes the Bucks aware of how much them seconding others means to their friends. That it is a big deal to them. Emboldened by Brandon's words and a peaceful resolution of conflict (for once), they decide to text Adam.
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Nick takes the leap first (like at Full Gear a year later) and tells Matt to do it. This was the text:
"Hey man, I think it's time we talk. Can we just forget about this entire year? You're one of our best friends and I feel like we just need to have one conversation. It can fix all of this. I love you dude."
Matt Hardy finds the phone and texts back Fuck off Matt. Our Friendship is over. Never speak to me again. Matt (aka serenity incarnated) thinks it was Adam and does not take it well.
Episode 229 - Full Gear Fall Out
After almost walking out to the ring after their title win at Full Gear (and unaware of the drama his missing phone has caused) Adam decides to reach out too. He saved them from FTR the week before, maybe he should talk to them. He goes to their locker room after the show.
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But he stops. Maybe it's because he gets cold feet. Maybe it's because he hears Kenny being there. Maybe it's because they're happy and successful without him. Something he can't seem to be by himself, no matter how bad he wanted to leave the group. Adam leaves.
Episode 248 - Better Off Without Me
This is the episode where Matt finds out the text never came from Adam at all. Hardy gloats about how gullible they are, how he put the nail in the coffin of their friendship. Matt puts the belt down and staggers away, leaving the belt behind. He goes looking for Adam, thinking about the times everything went wrong.
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In a direct mirror to the last time, he doesn't find Adam alone. Adam's fine without them, so he leaves. He'd probably just ruin Adam's happiness again. A couple of weeks later the Bucks turn heel for Kenny.
Episode 263 - Mustache
The Bucks lose themselves in their heel personas and we don't hear the song for a while. But during Mustache Gate™, they seek out Dark Order to antagonize them. Right after, Adam and the Bucks meet face to face for the first time in months.
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Adam sees them, sees what they've become. He looks shaken, a little panicked. The Bucks say nothing, their boisterous personalities absent. After a moment Adam takes off towards the lair, perhaps to check on his new friends. He knows how the Bucks are.
Episode 282 - Hangman's Tale
This time it is used as background music on BTE for Hangman's coronation and the culmination of a three year story between all of them. It starts playing as Kenny comes into view. The Bucks are in Adam's corner. Adam took the first step and apologized to them the week before, so Matt nods.
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The Bucks leave with Kenny, carrying him out of the arena. Hangman celebrates with Dark Order. They're on separate paths, but it seems like they're still thinking about each other.
Episode 313: Just Hit Send
The Bucks are all by themselves, except...
Matt writes the same exact text he wrote to Hangman almost 90 episodes prior, the only minor change being the time frame; going from "entire year" to "the last couple of years".
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Matt stares at his phone. Maybe he's thinking about not being able to choose Cole over Hangman. Maybe he remembers Hangman's jacket looking like one of theirs. ...Maybe it's too late anyway? He deletes the message.
Episode 314 - You Gotta Keep Going
The following week Hangman meets up with Dark Order, who are reminiscing about old times, feeling lost about their uncertain future together. Adam has a few choice words for them:
"You can't be down. You can't let it eat at you, because those guys are Dark Order, those guys are your friends, right? And that lasts forever. You're standing here, you're thinking about them and I'm sure where ever they are they're doing the same thing. They're thinking of you too. And if it ever comes to it, if you ever need them, they will always have your back, the same way I will always have your back. The same way you guys have had my back before. Look, it doesn't matter, how many different paths all of you go down, right? What's important is you keep going, you gotta keep going! That's what it's about, that's what they would want for you. And never forget it's not too far to... to um... fix those friendships."
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The music starts playing and when Hangman realizes what he's saying, who he's talking about, it abruptly cuts off. This is the first time this happens.
"I don't know, maybe that's dumb. It's bad advice…" he says.
Adam flees.
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shannyh25 · 1 year
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How it started and how it ended! I’m so glad Anne finally realized that she loved Gilbert! 💜💕
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visionarystoryteller · 5 months
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When The News Breaks//Love For Noella Levesque
*part of the ‘Love For Noella Levesque OC World*
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For the first 4 weeks, Noella was able to keep her job with AEW quiet. She checked in with her father at least once a week but kept quiet. Paul had started to become suspicious of her lack of night outs, and social media presence. She was quiet.
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Noella was sitting on the apron, Max standing in between her legs. She was playing with his scarf, fixing it around his neck.
“So how’s Piper?” Noella asks.
“Fat.” Max laughs. Noella giggles, loving maxs laugh.
“Oh stop Maxwell, shes well loved” she giggles. Max shakes his head.
“Then let me help well love you” Max smirks, his hands grabbing onto Noellas hips and squeezing. Noella swats at his hands giggling and turning red.
“Get out of here Max” she try’s to brush him off. You’d never know someone as confident as her at things would be as insecure as she was, but damn was she ever. Max watched her. Some compliments she took and seemed okay with but whenever Max said something like this, she tried to shut down. Any other time Max would become annoyed and walk away but with Noella he had become so paralyzed. Max worried instead of becoming annoyed. She had clearly never been treated properly, and that’s what annoyed Max more than anything. Max took a more relaxed route instead of pushing Noella.
“I’m kinda thinking smoothies and the best place I know is a few blocks from here, wanna come with me?” Max asks as he backs up some, his hands in his pockets. Noella took a breath, not knowing how Maxs comments always seemed to make her nervous. She was thankful he seemed to be able to read her and never push her.
“Sure that actually sounds good” she smiled shyly at him. Max internally sighs. Noella had him gripped in her vice. Max smiles and helped her down from the apron and pulled her in by her shoulders and walked with her close to him.
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Paul sat in his office when his door swung open and his father in law walked in with his IPad. Paul looked at Vince with question.
“Everything okay Vince?” He asks.
“Looks like we know why Noella went to Florida” Vince says handing Paul his tablet. There on TMZ was his daughter with a pro wrestler, Maxwell Jacob Friedman, at a smoothie shop. Paul chewed on his cheek. He didn’t peg his daughter as the type of girl to go somewhere just for a guy. Paul hands him back the tablet and takes a slow breath.
“I knew she wasn’t ready” Vince chides and Paul ignores him.
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“So you excited to let the world know you work for your rival?” Max asks as he drives them to the arena.
“Honestly yea, just not so much the backlash I guess” Noella says playing with the her straw in her drink.
“It’ll be okay sweetheart. If your dad can’t understand then it’s best to just keep your distance. Plus that just means you’ll spend the holidays with me instead” Max says. Noella giggles with reddened cheeks.
“You’re so sure of yourself Maxwell. How do you know I won’t just spend it with Austin and Britt?” Noella asks. Max faux gasps.
“And third wheel, yea nope sorry sweetheart, that’s not happening” Max states as he pulls into the parking lot. Noella looks over at Max with raised eyebrows. Max looks over at her and laughs.
“What sweetheart, I’m just saying.”
“So id be third wheeling with you and Piper instead?” Noella asks with a quirked brow. Max laughs loudly earning a giggle from Noella.
“More like piper would be shit out of luck and she’d be third wheeling” Max says leaning over the console and burrying his face in Noellas neck. Noella giggled again, Max’s nose tickling her neck. Noella tried to push his shoulder but he wouldn’t budge.
“Maaaaaxxxx, cmon you have a meeting with creative” Noella whines to him. Max pulls his head away from her neck but still kept himself close to her.
“I hate that you know my schedule, I can’t bullshit my way to skip them when you know about them” Max whines. Noella lightly smacks Max’s shoulder.
“Oh stop you love your job” Noella chides. Max chuckles nodding his head.
“I know sweetheart” he says unlocking the car. They both get out and head into Daily’s. When inside the building Austin and Britt look like they are chickens running with their heads cut off.
“Yo Cole what are you doing?” Max yells down the hall at them. The pair turns to look down the hall at Noella and Max, a relieved look coming across their face. The pair speed down to them.
“Where were you two?” Austin asks. Britt surveys the pair and giggles.
“Clearly smoothie run Austin.” Britt laughs pointing at their cups.
“Well shit Noe, replacing me” Austin sulks.
“Mhmm” Noella smiles. Max smiles triumphantly. Just then a shrill tone of Motorheads The Game, rings out from Noellas phone. Noella let it ring as everyone felt the tense air that had developed quickly near Noella.
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Paul sat in his office as the start of Smackdown, still trying to get ahold of Noella. Each call rang and rang then went to voicemail. After another failed call, Paul made his way out of his office to go and introduce the new GM. When he came back from introducing Nick Aldis, everyone gave him a sympathetic look. He furrowed his brows as he was stopped by an interviewer.
“Hunter, Hunter!” He stopped and turned to the interviewer.
“Yes?”
“Any comment on your daughter Noella Helmsley becoming one of the new production runners with All Elite wrestling” they asked. Paul was stunned to his place. He quickly recovered.
“No comment at this time” Paul said walking down to his office. His phone tightly gripped in his hand he pulled up Noellas number and pressed call.
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25 minutes was longer than Noella thought it would take her father to call. Max was out doing a segment and then a match, so she sat quietly behind production, that was until her dad called her. Then the calls seemed to never stop.
“You can take it Noella” Tony Kahn smiles at her. She gives a sympathetic look.
“I’d rather not but I think I have too” she breathes out. Tony gives her a sympathetic smile.
“It’s okay go.” He urges her. She nods and gets up from production and makes her way out of the gorilla production area and walks the hall a little. Her phone starts to ring again and Noella takes a deep breath before answering.
“Hi dad” she answers as nonchalant as possible.
“At first I really couldn’t believe my daughter would just go down to Florida for a boy…that just doesnt sound like you…but then to be bombarded with being told my daughter is working in the rival company is beyond belief. So I’m going to ask this one time. Are you really working with AEW?” Paul gets straight to the point.
“Max happens to be an amazing wrestler, some of the best I’ve seen and yes I’ve been seeing some great talent these last few weeks as a production runner. Some that even you know and worked with. Someone saw I was ready and there was no way I was going to keep being told I wasn’t good at what I do.”
“No one said you weren’t good enough Noella Ann” Paul said with hurt.
“I don’t know your talks never really told me you thought I was, so wouldn’t know. You wouldn’t stick up for me to Vince, but I get it dad. I do. Just don’t expect me to be at any family gatherings for I know the McMahons will hate that. Max and Piper will be glad to have me” Noella almost chokes up at the end. At this point Max had been running from gorilla to look for Noella when he saw her leaning against the wall head looking down. He ran to her and quickly lifted her chin with his fingers, seeing the tears in her eyes and the phone stuck to her ear.
“Noella it’s not like that and you know it” Paul says feeling his daughter slip through his fingers.
“I do not even know my ‘sisters’ dad. I barely know you half the time…look I need to go. Bye” Noella says hanging up the phone. Noella felt numb, forgetting that Max was there until she felt his thumb on her chin.
“Hi Max” she sadly smiles up at him. Her eyes travel down Max’s body watching his chest still rapidly move.
“How was your match” she asks, this time her hand coming up to trace his middle pectoral line carefully. Max shook his head.
“Won like usual but I was worried when Tony said you went to take a call, said you looked a little scared. Was that your dad?” Max asks carefully. Noella just nodded.
“What can I do?” Max asks. Noella looks up into his eyes. The eyes that seemed to hold so much care for her. The eyes that seemed to haunt her in her dreams. She tried to take a deep breath.
“Just, I….i don’t know” she breathed out. Max nodded and pulled her into him. She was so numb that she didn’t even care if max was all sweaty from his match…she just wanted to feel something other than the utter disappointment she felt at having her dad be who he was. Max kissed the crown of her head and pulled her to walk with him to his locker room so he could get cleaned up.
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Noella ended up going back with Max to his hotel room, where she passed out on his bed. The dirt sheets and tabloids were all over Noella working for AEW and her being spotted with MJF, which wasnt as big of news as Noella betrayal to WWE and her father.
Max pulled up the blanket he always traveled with, to Noellas chin and kiss her head before going to lay on the other side. Max sat up in bed texting Austin and his mom. Austin knew Max was worried for Noella, he knew of her strained relationship with her father, he’d seen it on occasion when she was around him. His mom ended up face timing him.
“Hi hun” she smiles at him. He gives a small smile, seeing Piper laying behind her on top of the couch.
“Hi mom. Hi Piper” max says, Piper looks at him and meows. Noella rolls over and Max looks down at her and she blinks her eyes.
“Sorry didn’t mean to wake you sweetheart” Max says. She gives a tired smile.
“I heard ‘Hi Piper’ thought it was a dream, but this works too.” Noella giggles
“Maxwell who is that” his mom says as Piper meows again. Max pns his camera down at Noella.
“Noella. She ended up passed out on my bed but apparently Piper is what wakes her” he laughs. His mom smiles watching how Max looks down at her with adoration.
“Hi Mrs Friedman, Hi Piper” she shyly waves.
“You two behaving?” She chuckles out. Max and Noella both turn dark shades of red.
“Mom fuck off, not like that” max says. Noella moves closer to Max and leans her head on his chest to look at the video call.
“Mhmm, okay Maxwell” his mother chuckles. Noella giggles and watches as Piper walks in front of the camera and meows loudly.
“I’ll be home in a few days Pipe” Max says.
“Get some sleep you two” his mom says before hanging up. Max chuckles.
“Your mom totally thinks we’re banging” Noella yawns out. Max puts his phone on the side table before his hands delve into Noellas hair.
“Yea well as much as I’d love to pound you into this mattress, I need you just here more.” Max says quietly. Noella brings her hand up to his curls on the side of his head and plays with them.
“The ever cocky romantic aren’t you Maxwell” Noella chuckles out.
“Only for you Noella” Max says drifting off into sleep. Noella gives his pec a kiss and falls back to sleep herself.
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skellyagogo · 1 year
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Evil Uno- Blind Date
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"I have someone I want you to meet." Anna didn't even attempt to hide her devious grin, catching Y/n off guard.
"Oh, come on!" She grumbled annoyed.  It seemed like everyone and their sister had been trying to set her up lately.
"No!"  Anna stood tall glaring fed up with Y/n's loneliness. One too many breakups and assholes made her give up altogether. "It's been long enough besides I cross my heart hope to die promise that you'll hit it off." 
"Fine, but nothing fancy!"  Pushing passed Anna with a scowl as her music hit through the tunnels.
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She scanned the restaurant half full of people.  Anna had only texted her a singular word lilac as if saying anything more would have given her reason to back out of the date.  Her eyes finally settled on a nervous man in a dark blue suit & lilac tie.  
He kept fidgeting with his phone.  Appeared to be mumbling to himself as if he was trying to psych himself up and she found it kind of adorable.  When he finally noticed her approaching she stood so quickly that he bumped into the table causing the water glasses to tumble soaking the tablecloth.
"Shit!"
"You alright?"  Softly laughing at the color flooding his cheeks.
"No, well maybe, too soon to tell I suppose."  A nervous chuckle as he reached out his hand.  "Nick."
"Kinda figured that," pointing at his tie.  "I'm Y/n."  She found it difficult not to smile.  He didn't fit the mold of her usual type but perhaps that was the reason her love life had sucked for years.
"Oh I know who you are, I know a lot."  Sitting down in his chair, eyes widening realizing he'd said the inside part outloud.  "Shit, no that's.... came out all wrong.  I swear I'm not a creep."
"It's alright, first date nerves so I won't hold it against you."  His embarrassment made her grin, quietly laughing as she patted his arm.
Sitting across from him she couldn't help the feeling of deja vu.  For a moment getting lost in his eyes.  There was something familiar about them, almost comforting like she'd been under their gaze before.  
"Can... can I ask you a weird question?"  Leaning in closer locked on his eyes.  "Do we .. know each other?"
"This face?!"  Shaking his head but his cheeks tinted a rosy hue.  "No, you've never seen this face before."
His voice was shaking, a little jittery, but it was warm and friendly.  The sound of it made her feel .. relaxed but she couldn't help but get that tingle of deja vu again.  That voice, those eyes, she'd seen them before.
"Favorite video game at the moment?"  She questioned changing the subject while her brain went into overdrive trying to unscramble that mystery voice.
"Elden Ring, you?"  Flashing a teeny smile, subtly relaxing.
"I've been in a long-term committed gaming relationship with World of Warcraft since it dropped."  Her nose scrunched, lips offering a sheepish smile.  
"Whoa, that's..."  Laughing too loudly but the last bit of nervousness seemed to disappear.
"Insane I know."  
"Nah, more like dedicated."  Pausing only to order as the waiter appeared.  "You've really played WoW that long??"  His astonishment had her giggling.
"Yup, I love my boomkin and I won't give her up though I do have one of every class on both Alliance and Horde because..." sighing heavily staring at the tablecloth.  "I work a lot and don't do anything else really.  I'm on the road anywhere from 38 to 48 weeks out of the year.  My life is non-stop go go go so gaming is about all I have besides my workmates."
"Me too."  He attempted to commiserate if only to make her feel better and get that sadness from her eyes.   "So you hang out with wrestlers that's gotta be cool right?"
"Um some of them are like family, super close friends, the rest well.. egotistical assholes."  Chuckling to herself.
"Comics, do you like them as well?"  He was sweetly adorable and reassuring.
"I do but I haven't read a lot because I have this weird quirk where I like to experience things from the beginning and that's kinda impossible with comics that have been going strong since the 40s."
"Yup, you're insane."  His laughter was infectious.  "But I kinda like that."
By the end of the date, they were already planning a second and exchanging phone numbers.  Saying goodbye outside of the restaurant after walking her to her car.  Nick was barely twenty steps away when his cell phone rang.
"Kinda disappointed you didn't try for a kiss goodnight." Her voice singing through the receiver.  His disbelief faded with the slow-growing smile as he turned back toward her.
"You sure you got the right number?" His words were full of sarcasm while walking her way.  
"Don't have to if you don't want to."  Playfully smirking at him.
"Definitely want to."  No shame in his eagerness.
Leaning up on tiptoes, fingers curling around his tie.  For a first kiss, it was anything but awkward.  Gentle and sweet and yet it managed to knock the air from his lungs.
"Can you... do that again?"  A low whispered voice with closed eyes and the sweetest smile as he spoke.  
"Gladly."  It was a different feeling for her, being the one to cause such a sensation in someone.  The slowed dance of lips and a head in the clouds sort of feeling.
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"Have you told her yet?"  Anna pondered as the rest of the Dark Order exerted their excess energies into planning out a segment for BTE.  
Uno glanced up from his phone, and the smile he had from texting Y/n faded into a pitiful frown.
"Why, so she can end it all?  So she can laugh at me knowing who I really am?"  The others paused momentarily at Uno and all his insecurities on full display.
"If you think she'd do that then you don't know her at all!"  Anna snapped.  The truth should have been told ages ago.
"Nick makes her laugh, he makes her smile."  Gesturing his hands around his person.  "Evil Uno does none of those.  She doesn't look at Uno the same way she does Nick."
"Oh my god, she does too!"  However, long-winded Anna's rant would have been it was interrupted by a knock at their locker room door. 
Y/n slipped in smiling greeting the craziness that was the Dark Order the moment she stepped foot inside.  She didn't have a match that night but she was still decked out in BCC gear.  Surrounded by John, Alex & Stu who were giddily explaining their idea involving her in their sketch.
"She's never been happier," Anna whispered beside Uno.  "She's dated a lot of assholes like Hager in search of Mr. Right and I know damn well she'd be elated that it's you.  Three months is a long time to lie to her about who you really are."
"I hate it when you're right,"  Uno grumbled.  "Wait, Hager?!"
"Hey, why are you so ... smiley lately?  John giggled asking Y/n.  "Thought you BCC lot were supposed to be all 'grr I'll stab you and lick your blood from my knuckles' all the time?"
"I uh..." smiling too widely, shrugging her shoulders.  "Kinda met someone."
"Holy shit, she's getting the D!!"  John screamed excitedly surely everyone down both sides of the hallway outside their locker room heard him.
"Silver I will slap you!"  Chuckling punching his shoulder. "And no, no D ... yet."  Rolling her eyes but she caught sight of a neatly wrapped present in someone's suitcase.  It was World of Warcraft wrapping paper that had her entranced and lost in thoughts
"Is he hot?"  John winked at Uno across the room.  "I bet he's gorgeous with a big package."
"Yeah, he is," her voice trailing off staring at the wrapping paper like it was calling her name.
"Seriously?"  Stu grinned at Uno.
"Mhm," she nodded her head but her curiosity getting the better of her.  Who else on the roster played WoW besides her?  A small part of her thought maybe it was for her but then again she kept her birthday on the down low and only Regal, Anna, and Nick knew.  "He's got these eyes, sorta wanna get lost in them forever."
Uno was unusually quiet and that was the second thing that caught her attention.  
"New mask?  Stepping closer taking a good look at the designs.  "I like..."
Pausing her eyes locked on his, her head tilting side to side.  Slow realization dawned as her brain unscrambled the owner of the eyes and voice she couldn't stop thinking about.  Her pupils were blown wide, mouth slowly parting open but Uno excused himself before she could say a word.  He practically ran out of the room slamming the door behind him.
"Uno!?  Nick?! She stared bewildered at Anna.  "You set .. me up with ... EVIL UNO?!?"
"Uh yeah," Anna attempting to justify her actions.  "You're perfect for each other."
"Oh my god!"  Groaned surprised, pacing back and forth.  "Oh my god!" This time spoke with a tiny smile.  "OH, MY GOD!" Jumping up and down screaming happily.
"So you're not pissed?"  Anna pondered with a raised eye.
"I'm in love with Uno."  A breathy sigh slipped out as she covered her smile with her hands.  "I'm in love with him."
"Woah, woah, woah."  Silver's arms crossed over his chest.  "Are you insane?!"
"Uh guys," Alex watching a fight unfolding on their tv.  "We gotta go, now!"  Jake Hager was in the ring pummeling Uno.
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Evil Uno P.o.v.
He had to get out of that room.  She knew, knew it was him and it was only a matter of time before he got the rejection.  Before he heard the same overused 'it's not you, it's me' excuse of why it was over.  He was headed no in general just some place to wallow in self-pity.
He was convinced that all she'd see was the mask instead of him.  He used to think that the mask gave him confidence but somehow with her, it'd become a safety net.  What was she thinking now that she knew?  Would she still want to see him or would she be like all the others that had come before?
Those masks had been an alter ego for him, the person Nick could never be.  People that never gave him the time of day as Nick would shower him with praise while he was masked as Evil Uno.  
"Did you see Y/n enter their creepo lair?"  Sammy puffed out a pitied laugh.
"Surprised Regal allows her to lower her standards like that associating with those freaks."  Parker mused staring at himself in a mirror fixing his hair.
"Only good thing about her was that pussy."  Hager and his air of superiority.
Uno saw red and barreled into catering punching Jake square in the nose.
"Shut up!" Shoving Hager in the chest knocking him out of his chair.  "Keep her name outta your filthy mouth!"
"You're dead!"  Hager bellowed in hot pursuit of Uno.
Their fight carried on through the halls, through the tunnel, and into the ring.  Tony Khan just ran with the chaos because the crowd was loving it.  Truth be told he was helpless to contain the madness anyhow because he wouldn't dare interfere in J.A.S.'s business.
"You think she'd fuck some loser like you?!"  Jake roared
"I'd be a major step up from the likes of you!" Uno trying and failing to take out Jake.  Hitting him was like punching a brick wall that hit back with a vengeance.
Every inch of Uno ached in pain, a far cry from the practiced wrestling moves he'd done for years.  Hager had MMA on his side.  Knocked to the ground after a flurry of punches, the spotlights above the ring blinding.  The voice of the rest of the Jericho Appreciation Society egging Jake on.
One second Hager stood towering over Uno, a giant booted foot careening towards his face when Jake went flying across the ring into the turnbuckles.  Y/n stood over Uno in a stance like a mother bear, snarling, baring her teeth at Hager and the rest of J.A.S. daring a motherfucker to try.
Hager slowly gets to his feet calling her a stupid bitch.  Standing above her seething in rage.  They looked like David and Goliath to the crowd.  She growled, deep from within her chest, a sound that rumbled and carried without a microphone.  It was a sound that sent a shiver down the spine of those in earshot.
"Back off!'  Planting her feet and squaring her shoulders ready to fight.  
"Dumb bitch.  You wanna get your ass beat for him!?"
"I'll beat your ass for him!"  Snarling like a caged animal.
The rest of the Dark Order rushed through one tunnel while the BCC boys and Regal stomped through the other stalking after the members of J.A.S. circling the ring.  Regal was even ready, brass knuckles slung over his fingers.  
A sound akin to a low roar emanated from her.  The echo of the backhanded slap rang throughout the air.  Hager stumbled backward and she advanced.  The roar changed to a furied scream.  Step after step chasing after Hager, she was crazed, pouncing on him and sending him flying landing on his back.  
She punched him over and over.  Every time Jake tried to counter she was ready as if she was taking out all her repressed anger and frustrations on him.  She kept going long after she'd knocked him out cold when arms pull her away.  Moxley hefted her up while she continued swinging, trying to kick at Jake.  
Flaying like a wildcat, hissing, and spitting, the need to keep fighting not fed enough.  Mox chuckled the whole time enjoying the chaos.  The members of J.A.S. were sent running from the arena by Claudio, Yuta, Bryan, and Dark Order.  
"Didn't you learn anything from Punk's little shitshow?"  Mox hissed through clenched teeth in her ear.  "Keep this shit backstage away from cameras."
Jon tossed her over the ropes to an awaiting Claudio who carried her under his arm backstage.
They were hardly through the curtains backstage before the disappointed gaze of Regal was too much to bare.  Claudio sent her down with an amused smirk.
"I'm not sorry." She spat blood on the concrete but the way Mr. Regal looked at her like a disgruntled parent.  "That tiny pricked douche canoe deserved it!"
"This is my fault,"  Uno spoke up from behind them.  "That sorry piece of.."  glancing at Regal.  "Don't blame her, it's all my fault."
"Very well," motioning the rest of BCC to follow along.
Claudio placed a hand on her shoulder and Uno's patted them both offering a toothy grin.  Wheeler smirked at the two of them.  Bryan shook his head, his smile partially covered by sweaty strands of hair while attempting to usher the rest of the Dark Order away, only Mox straggled behind.
"That was one hell of a fight," leaning in whispering for her ears only.  "I think he's worth it though."  Moxley stared down at Uno for a second before walking away snickering.
The silence between them was deafening.  Quick glances at each other only to look away.  
"Are you upset?"  Both posed the question at the same time.
Nervous laughter filled the air between them but all seemed to do was stare at each other unsure.  His fingers shakily unzipped his mask, slowly pulling it off with a sheepish smile.
"This is... I didn't mean ... it's okay if you don't wanna ya know."  Turning to walk away before she could give him that look he feared.  
"Why are you so frustratingly adorable?"  Her voice was soft but the tone was curt.
"Stop."  Pausing, dropping his head to his chest.  "Stop making me think I'm something I'm not."  
"Something you're not?!  Nick, I wasn't lying when I said you were hot.  Sexiness isn't just muscles it's... it's making a woman laugh.  Making her feel valued, seen, and heard, that she'd not a second choice or a backup plan.  It's showing her that she's important enough to warrant your time and energy."
"Yeah?"  Peering at her over his shoulder.
"Mhm," inching closer with a meek smile.  "You underestimate just how handsome you are.  How irresistible that laugh is, but oh," chest to chest pressing him against the wall. "Damn those eyes."  Her palm was on his chest, biting her bottom lip.  "Those eyes make me wanna sin."
"M-me!?"  The blushing blooming up his neck, along his cheeks.  
"I struggle to behave myself thinking about those eyes."
"I'll sin with you then."  Smashing his lips to her, not timid or shy but putting everything he felt into that kiss. 
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ÉLITE : Historias Breves — Omar Ander Alexís
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Have A Rest
Character/s: Enzo Valenciano, Reader
Pairing/s: Enzo Valenciano X Reader
Genre/s: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Warning/s: overwork, mentions of insomnia, mentions of violence, fatigued state
Summary: (Y/N) finds Enzo overworking in his chancery tonight, and they need to get him to sleep.
Requested by: None
Note: Greetings! This is my first one-shot in Tumblr, featuring Enzo Valenciano from The Young Elites! I have never seen any works like this, so I decided to create one myself. Anyway, I hope that you will enjoy this story! Thank you for reading!
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The bed was cold tonight.
That was always the feeling whenever Enzo was not there to lay down alongside you—cold, lonely, empty. The warmth that always emitted from him was gone, the weight shifting in the huge mattress was not felt. Every night without him with you was freezing. You were not in Beldain, but the whole room felt like its snowy lands.
It was no longer surprising, though. Honestly, this happens almost everyday. Enzo is the leader of the Dagger Society, the crown prince fighting for his stolen birthright. Of course he will be busy. Creating plans, thinking of future discussions, even dealing with a bunch of heartbreaks and reluctances. But no matter how busy he is, you knew that Enzo will always have time for you.
You see, you are (Y/N) (L/N), the most recent recruit of the Dagger Society. You lived in Serrata, one of the cities in Kenettra that is not very known by the others. The Messenger sensed you threatened heavily by the Inquisition Axis, their swords drawing on your neck and their stares sharp on your helpless face.
As you were about to be killed, they came to the rescue and carried you away from the dark alleyways of Serrata. Until today, the inquisitors found no trace of you anywhere. At that moment, it was the beginning of your new life as a Young Elite—protected and hidden.
You discovered back then that your ability was (Your Elite Ability), and the Daggers thought that you would be a great contribution to the mission. It was Enzo, himself who said so. Although saddened that they saved you because they could get advantage, you were still happy to know they rescued you from the hands of death. Even if it was not because of kindness, the fact that the crown prince saw you as an important being was enough.
It took you a month to prove yourself that you were worthy to becoming a Elite. The Daggers were rather impressed at your capabilities. Raffaele complimented that you were quite the fast learner, pointing out details on how you were able to conjure your power correctly. In just a matter of time, The Reaper had officially given you the name (Your Elite Nickname). You were finally one of them, the seventh member of the Dagger Society.
It took a couple more days, but overtime, the others started to open up to you. They would begin small talk, greeting each other with smiles, and even inviting you to trainings. In just six months, you and the Daggers are like a family. A family working together to help the crown prince.
Speaking of the crown prince, he is actually your lover. You caught his eye on the first day he knew of you. From your unique markings to your courageous and sweet personality, he felt himself falling in love with you. You did not look like her in any way, but this new love was somewhat so special to him.
Everyday, he would fall deeper and deeper in the trance of love. He never knew he would love somebody romantically again, ever since the tragedy of his lost love, Daphne Chouryana. Enzo kept telling himself to get out of the trance, but the feeling only grows stronger as the days passed. Was this a sign to try again? He both hopes and not.
Since the feeling kept developing more, Enzo needed to get it out of his chest. Enzo told himself to make it direct and bland, but his words ended up being romantic and sincere.
He really needs to stop falling in love so easily.
But what he did not expect is the fact you actually reciprocated his feelings. You truthfully told Enzo about what made you fall for him, beginning in both his benefits and weaknesses. Even you liked the flaws he always thought were a hassle. Although happy, he had said that he needed some time to think whether to accept your confession. He still loved Daphne deep in his heart, but he knows he needed to let go. Lucky for him, you were patient enough to wait.
A week later, he finally answered your confession: yes. Enzo pondered that maybe it was time to let her go, to start a new love with a new person. It may be a painful process, but he is with you. And if he is having romance with you, he may learn to move on from a heartbreak. The Daggers were joyous about the news, knowing their leader finally found someone else to love. Raffaele and Dante were the most glad for the prince.
And now, this is where the present had brought the two of you: alone in the bedchamber whereas Enzo locks himself in his private chamber to think and plan. You were beginning to worry for your beloved prince. As a leader of a secret society, Enzo must think straight and instantly for new ideas on finding new Elites and striking on the evil aristocrats ruling Kenettra. He is aligned with Fortuna, after all. Enzo will always find a way to be victorious.
However, ambition comes with consequences as well.
In the mornings, every Dagger sees him with dark circles under his eyes. The Reaper kept telling them it was because of insomnia—that was both a truth and a lie. He is observed to be less efficient during duels, and his appearance that used to be clean and dignified, now looked disheveled and lowly. But on the bright side, he made new plans on how to murder Queen Giulietta and her sleazy husband.
Even so, all of you knew that Enzo needed rest. It was so clear that he was exhausted on always plotting and calculating. Raffaele even spotted him once having a strong headache, yet he kept devising and writing down the keywords. He was so ill that the Messenger insisted to give him a head massage. The beautiful malfetto believed with all his might that it was the first time seeing Enzo so distressed.
"He's still not here," You mumble to yourself as you stare at the door. Or rather, at silent abyss. Is he overworking again? He must be.
You were now in dilemma, choosing whether to leave him be or approach him. If you leave him in his office, he might be in a terrible state in the next day. And you do not want that to happen. If you approach him, there is a high chance that an argument would occur. You knew that Enzo was too stubborn to stop himself from working, but you knew that his health was very important.
... I can't let history repeat itself. It's time for a change. You finally decided as you hopped off the bed where you were laying down for the whole hour. You did not care if he was going to protest or not. This time, you are going to make him sleep regardless of his reaction.
Still in your sleepwear and barefooted, you go out the door of your bedchamber and walk in the luxurious hallways of the Fortunata Court. You were certain that the consorts were fast asleep, only hearing crickets and the passing wind. Their job was never an easy task at all, and you are considerate enough to understand.
Every step you took was leading you outside the fancy court. You knew where you were going, and it was to the secret chambers that was underneath the Fortunata Court. It was the place where the Dagger Society held their meetings, duel against each other, or even just resting after a long fight. As malfetto children, they must stay hidden.
While pacing in the secret chambers, all the noises from nature had vanished, all silenced by the walls of the room. And at this point, you heard new ones aside from your footsteps: low groaning of frustration, mumbling of tiny details, and the sound of a scribbling quill pen on a parchment.
And you saw it—a door slightly left open, a small light lit in the dimmed room. You recognized that door too much.
That is Enzo's chancery... You thought, staring at the door in front of you. It was the chamber where the prince privately devises and calculates for the upcoming battle against their enemies. Whenever there was time, he would invite you to simply sit beside him or help him soothe his nerves. But because he is tied up for the past days, he stopped the invitations.
Your feet brought you to the door of the chancery. You knew that it was very impolite to enter without his invitation, but you had to convince Enzo to rest. His health was at risk because of overwork.
Since the door was left open just a crack, you thought it would be enough to peek what the prince was doing. As you took a small glance, you saw the state of the jaded Reaper.
Enzo was sitting on his chair, a hand running through his crimson locks while the other scribbles the quill on the parchment. His hair was tangling over his shoulder, no longer in the usual low, loose tail. The prince was still wearing his fancy doublet. He must have no intention of sleeping if he is not wearing any sleepwear tonight.
But his eyes...
They had the same dark circles every morning under them. His eyelids were drooping, desperate to keep themselves open to read the plans. Enzo was obviously struggling in staying awake, yet at the same time, he holds himself back from craving for sleep.
"Enzo," you say to yourself, unaware of the volume of your voice. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
Knowing you are now caught, you went inside his chancery and closed the door beind you. "I wanted to check on you. You were not coming in our bedchamber." You replied to him, your tone genuinely concerned.
"(Your Elite Nickname)?" Enzo looks up to see you peeking on his door. His expression looked more fatigued than what you had expected. Even his voice was raspy. "It's already midnight. What are you doing here at this hour?"
"Well, I am not heading to the bed..." You start to speak, pacing towards Enzo. You walk behind him, pushing away the hair that covers his nape and kisses it softly. "... If you're not coming with me."
The prince chuckles lowly, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. You notice his mood lighten up a bit at your presence. "I appreciate your concern for me, (Your Affectionate Nickname). I expected you to be asleep by now."
Enzo shivers lightly at the kiss, but he does not complain in any way. "Are you convincing me to sleep or seducing me to our bedchamber?" He teases, smirking softly. "If you think you can make me go to bed, it will be a long night, (Y/N)."
"As much as I know you are occupied with your work, just please remember to rest every now and then." You tell him, giving the back of his neck more kisses. "Everyone in the society had noticed your fatigue. All the Daggers are aware of how weary you are. We are worried for your health, my Reaper..."
Your lover only kept silent. Though it was not obvious, he was honestly in disbelief. Was his mask breaking already? Perhaps he had softened from exhaustion, making him look very sluggish during mornings. He was supposed to be tough in front of people, but his almighty appearance was starting to shatter from weariness.
"Please, my Reaper? Have a rest." You said, trying to convince him more. However, he only kept silent.
"Enzo, come on. You and I know that you are tired. Go to bed with me." You added, not giving up on convincing him. You even gave his neck more affection, yet all he did was shiver. As much as you wanted to drag him out of his chancery, you knew very well that it is disrespectful.
But all you got was nothing. No word was uttered from the working prince. His hand was still scribbling the quill.
His silence made you think he would not bother to sleep. You sighed, thinking that it was actually harder to convince him. It would be his choice, not yours. But the urge to drag him to the bedchamber was very tempting. "If that's what you wish, I'll just leave you be. I hope you'll finish your tasks tonight. Goodnight, Reaper."
With that, you leave him a soft kiss on his forehead and began to walk out of the chancery. When your hand grabbed the knob, you were suddenly stopped by a pair of firm arms wrapped around your waists. You turn your head to see Enzo embracing you from behind, his face buried in your hair.
His words were sincere, just like his confession. But this time, it was intentional. He did not speak this way by mistake, but now with truth.
"Pardon me, (Your Affectionate Nickname)," Enzo mumbles softly, his voice husky, laced with tiredness and guilt. "I apologize for making my Daggers worry. I can assure that none of you are involved with my overworking behavior."
"Enzo, you know that there is nothing to be sorry for—"
"But I had made you worry! I made my entire society worry!" He protests, exclaiming slightly. He clears his throat, continuing his sentence. "(Y/N), I accept that I am at fault for your concerns. What can I do in order to soothe your worri—"
Without a second thought, you turned around to lean in and steal a kiss from his soft lips. This was one of your favorite methods of making him quiet. Your hands strongly gripped the collar of his doublet, pulling him closer.
Meanwhile with the Reaper, he was dumbfounded by the kiss. But after tensing, he slowly melted and returned it, his hands around your waists. The kiss was useful as a weapon and an act of affection when it comes to Enzo. And right now, you are using it in those two ways.
Three minutes had passed, so the two of you had to pull away. As your lips widened the opened gap in between, soft panting and gentle heartbeats were heard in the chancery. The eye contact did not break, though. Midnight meets (E/C), gazing deep into each other to see the love within.
"I missed loving you this way," you mutter to Enzo, resting your head on his chest. A yawn had as well escaped your mouth, showing tiredness.
"Looks like I succeeded at making you go to bed then." You said, grinning softly at your victory.
"So did I." Enzo nods, holding you in his arms. He takes the chance to smell the scent of your hair. He calms as his nostrils inhales the scent of your locks, his midnight eyes closed. "I just want to sleep tonight. I'm tired."
Enzo smiles, chuckling softly. "Maybe."
After that, both you and Enzo walked back to the Fortunata Court, hands intertwined with each other. Two malfettos, walking hand-in-hand in the middle of the night.
However, when you arrived in the court, the two of you parted ways. You were heading to the bedchamber, whereas the Reaper was going towards another place.
But of course, you did not mind. He was going to the bathhouse, after all. Enzo said with a blush on his cheeks that he did not bathe for the night, since he thought he would stay up for his tasks again.
And now, you were in the same moment as if travelling back in time: laying down the bed, waiting. But now had a change; you were smiling and expecting Enzo to go inside who will be freshly bathed and ready for sleep.
It did not take long before Enzo opened the door. He was now wearing his sleepwear, his blood red hair straight and wet from water. The smell of soap from the bathhouse was lingering on his body.
"Was I late, (Your Affectionate Nickname)?" He asks.
"No, you're just in time." You reply, beaming at the sight of your prince.
Enzo walks to the bed and lays on it, quickly taking you into his firm arms for a snuggle. Your head rests on his broad chest, using it as a pillow. You yawn, and he follows. It was very late now—both of you must sleep and drift to your dreamworlds.
But a night will never end without goodnight kisses. Enzo caresses your cheek in his scarred hand, slowly leaning in to kiss your lips. In return, you wrap your arms around him and close your eyes. The warmth that you have been craving was now there, in the bed and in your body. The bedchamber feels much more comfortable, now that Enzo's presence was near.
Once you pulled away, the Reaper beams and whispers in your ear: "I love you. Thank you for your help."
You smile back at him, returning his sweet nothing. "I love you, too, my prince."
With some affection and embracing in the bed, the two of you close your eyes as the serenity of midnight soothes your tired bodies.
Goodnight. The wind whispers as it puts out the candle.
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I'm honestly retconning a shit ton of lore for the Chroniclerverse it's unbelievable
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PATRICK. A local, but raised in London. Versatile. More submissive. Coming or not?
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Something I’m not seeing anyone talk about irt the proposed aew brand split is that everyone involved—Jericho, Punk, the Elite—explicitly has or has had a hand in AEW booking. People are acting like it’s just a roster split/drama containment plan, but without an actual writers room, each of these players is or could be a major creative force behind the show itself. Wouldn’t be shocked if the real argument wasn’t actually about Brawl Out or who wrestles where, but about who gets to steer the whole ship, and where.
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Elite should have ended after S3. It was perfect with the cycle of Twisted Games playing in the last scene and in the first ever trailer
I disagree! S3 is deffo my favourite season of the show and I love how it all came together in the end and capped off a lot of stories in a satisfying way but I also really like the idea of the cast continually turning over and new characters and stories constantly getting introduced, like the idea that these new people arrive at this hell school completely unaware that their lives are probably going to be ruined is incredibly funny to me. I'd say that s4 didn't land that well because they tried to have the best of both worlds, and so trying to mix the new cast with the remnants of the old (specifically Ari/Samu/Guzman) didn't quite work, but I still thought it was fine and season 5 with the almost entirely new cast was great so I'm super here for whatever s6 has in store.
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