#trent baretta
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Not sure if this has been asked yet or not.
-Best Friends (including Orange Cassidy)
#best friends#the best friends#chuck taylor#trent beretta#aew#all elite wrestling#roh#ring of honor#njpw#new japan pro wrestling#wrestling#pro wrestling#wrasslin#smash or pass#tumblr polls#sexy chuckie t#the kentucky gentleman#trent baretta#wwe#world wrestling entertainment#tna#total nonstop action
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Danhausen’s Commercial ✨
#I was so giddy when I saw this on tv last week#danhausen#take over television little gremlin#you’re doing great#it’s just like him to inturrupt the best friends being cool#aew#all elite wrestling#my gifs#trent baretta#chuck taylor#orange cassidy#best friends
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When Trent V Orange was announced
#aew fanart#aew#aew dynamite#best friends#aew best friends#orange cassidy#danhausen#i made trent too tan but he seemed to like it on insta so i’m leaving him that way lol#barbeast#wrestling art#trent baretta#chuck taylor
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tearing families apart on live tv
#aew#wrestling#trent baretta#chuck taylor#chuckie t#best friends#wheeler yuta#jon moxley#william regal#bcc
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Pandemic Era Wrestling and how it helped me
You know I've been thinking a lot about the pandemic era of wrestling and how much it helped me. I am chronically ill and was not able to leave my house much during that time. It was a really tough time for me but what got me through it was wrestling.
We had Thea and Tom livestreams and YouTube vlogs. It was really cool to hear more about the person Tom is (Tom is Malakai Black btw). I think that is why it hit me so hard when he was released. Not only that but he was involved in one of my favorite storylines at that time.
Then we had so many AEW wrestlers streaming on Twitch. Sus Sunday became a part of my routine. Someone was always streaming, Leva Bates, Kip Sabian, Nyla Rose (if she could figure it out that day lol), Evil Uno, Brandon Cutler, Colt Cabana, Adam Cole, Ethan Page. They really became my comfort.
We had BTE during that time, the stuff with the Dark Order and their skits. We had Sammy's vlogs which introduced the vlog crew, which unfortunately is no longer since three of the four main ones are gone (Marko, Fuego, and Alan Angels). We had Ethan Page's vlogs, regrettably, I got into them a bit late during the pandemic.
We had Critical Botch, the D&D campaign with OC, Chuck, Leva, Peter, Brandon, Trent, and Colt.
We had so much content back then and I hope they know that they made a difference and helped so many people during that time.
#evil uno#malakai black#zelina vega#adam cole#twitch#critical botch#sammy guevara#trent baretta#orange cassidy#colt cabana#brandon cutler#bte#pandemic#dark order#marko stunt#alan angels#ethan page
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Dynamite - November 2nd 2022 Baltimore MD
after dynamite went off air
#got this gem after dynamite went off air#danhausen wouldn’t put down the chair and kept trying to hit people#aew#aew dynamite#aew dynamite live#aew dynamite after airtime#best friends#danhausen#orange Cassidy#trish stratus#trent baretta#chuck taylor
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Best Friends throwback, w/ purple variant 🍊👬👽🧍♂️
#best friends#aew best friends#all elite wrestling#mars art#Orange cassidy#trent?#trent baretta#chuck taylor#chuckie t#kris statlander#wheeler yuta#wrestling
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Accent - Chuck Taylor/Best Friends x Emery
Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series.
When I watched this interview segment on Dynamite I noticed Chuckies accent start getting thicker and it was the CUTEST thing. So... I made this.
This directly follows: 'Worried'
Word Count: 1,481
Tag List: @katries @summertimefun1982 @blxxckheart
(if you want added to the tag list, let me know)
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Emery stands beside Orange as the Doc takes a closer look at his wrist once more. After the grueling match with Buddy that he just had, Orange was in pretty bad shape, especially with his already injured limb. She was very worried about his current state but kept her mouth closed as Emery had already voiced her concerns on the way backstage. Trent and Chuck had been at the bottom of the stairs waiting when Emery and Doc Sampson escorted Orange to the back, worry evident on their faces too.
There was no time to rest though, as Renee came up to them and stood in the middle with a microphone. Emery warily side-eyed the other woman, before stepping to the other side of Orange, putting some distance between the two women. Renee wasn’t blind and saw what Emery had done—but she couldn’t blame her. Everything Mox and the rest of BCC had done recently warranted the mistrust, though it still stung slightly.
When she got to the other side, Cassidy motioned for her to give him his backpack. Frowning slightly, Emery unzipped the bag and pulled out the t-shirt she had crammed inside of it, making the bag a little lighter and less bulky. Draping the white t-shirt over her arm, Emery carefully looped the strap of the backpack around Orange’s outstretched arm and placed it gently on his shoulder. He gave her a pained smile as the doc continued examining his wrist, his breathing slowly evening out.
It took everything in Emery to not let her eyes drop down his body; shirtless, glistening slightly with the sheen of sweat after his match—
‘Get ahold of yourself’ Emery frowned to herself, averting her attention by reaching up towards Orange’s face. Gently, she nudged the glasses up his nose a bit more, as they had been slowly descending towards the end. Looking across at the other two guys, Emery noticed their expressions were now that of annoyance and worry. He gave her a gracious smirk as the doc continued and Renee began the interview after the cameraman motioned to her.
“Backstage with Orange Cassidy, the Best Friends, and Emery. Orange Cassidy, you just successfully retained the International Championship—"
Orange nodded, taking over with holding the ice pack as the doc leaves. Emery gave him a small smile of gratitude before returning her attention to Orange.
“--However, I do have to ask if there’s any medical update on your hand.”
Trent chimed in before Orange spoke, a firm smile on his face, “His hand is fine. Renee! Still the Champ!” He motioned over towards Orange and Emery before continuing, “Orange Cassidy! Defending his belt every week. On the run of his life.”
Chuck gives a smile as Trent continues to hype up their friend, and while Emery smiled, a feeling in the pit of her stomach gave her cause for concern. Was he upset? They weren’t going to turn on Cassidy, were they?
“And to be honest—" Trent motions between him and Chuck, “--Makes the boys… a little bit jealous.”
The feeling in her gut intensified, a worried expression on her face as she looked at the two friends. Orange looked towards them as well, his eyes primarily on Chuck, before grimacing and looking away as the pain in his hand and wrist hit a high note.
Chuck saw the concern on Emery’s face and decided to clarify quickly.
“Yeah, speaking of titles. We heard what happened in Japan,” Chuck pointed over his shoulder, in a direction off camera, “Aussie Open IWGP Tag Team Champions. How ‘bout. You guys fly on over here, to Milwaukee, and fight us Friday night on Rampage.”
The longer he spoke, the more his southern accent came out—and upon hearing it, tingles raced down Emery’s spine. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she tore her eyes off Chuck, hoping that it hadn’t looked to anyone like she was ogling. Unfortunately, someone did notice, the corner of his lip twitching up for a split second.
“Hands in boys,” Trent says, stretching his hand to the middle; Chuck followed, placing his on top of Trent’s.
“Renee… Emery…,” Trent amended, and Renee looked a little uncertain.
“Oh..kay…” she muttered, putting hers on top of Chucks. Mentally kicking Trent, Emery carefully slid behind Orange, one hand on his shoulder as she placed her other one on top of Renee’s. Instantly, Trent lifted their hands to the sky, and Chuck turned, walking off camera as Renee speaks up.
“You didn’t count to three…” Trent stands there, staring into the camera with his arms crossed; Chuck is still off camera; Emery turns her attention back to Orange, whispering to him soft enough the camera doesn’t catch her words.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
He softly shakes his head as Renee ends the interview, “Back to you guys.”
The cameraman walks off as Chuck comes back into the area; Trent notices Renee seems to want to talk to Emery, but the brunette isn’t paying her any attention, so she nods to herself and walks away.
“You gonna be good man?” Chuck asks Orange, coming to a stop beside his friend as Trent walks to the other side, facing Emery and Chuck.
“Yeah, should be. Just need to be careful,” Cassidy shrugged, grimacing slightly at the tug in the muscles.
“If you need anything, just let me know, okay?” Emery told him, “I mean it.”
“Yes, Mom,” Chuck muttered, looking away as she quickly turned her attention to him, eyes narrowing playfully.
“Sush you--!” Emery gave him a soft smack on the arm as Trent watched in amusement. Even Orange cracked a small smirk at their antics.
“So why the IWGP titles?” she asked Chuck, “Why not the Ring of Honor ones or the AEW ones?”
Chuck gave a shrug, “We’ve tried getting those AEW ones for a while, and the ROH ones have alluded us as well… figure might as well try the IWGP ones. I mean, it can’t hurt right? We got close to it a few years back, I figure we could easily get them now because—”
The longer he spoke, the more passionate and enthusiastic Chuck got about getting a title match and winning some tag gold—and in turn, the more his southern accent popped out. Just as Emery had planned. She stood there, gazing up at him as she listened, the tingles ripping through her spine continuously. To her, when his accent came out, it was one of the best things ever, and she loved hearing it. From beside them, Trent started chuckling under his breath, getting Chuck’s attention.
“What’s funny?” he asked his friend, looking at him with a confused expression; Emery frowned as she looked to Trent, inwardly annoyed he had stopped Chuck’s rant.
Trent shook his head, smiling as he glanced down at the floor for a second, looking back up as Orange shifted the ice pack on the back of his hand.
“Your inner south came out during the interview—” Trent explained, his eyes boring into Emery’s; her brown eyes widened in slight horror and embarrassment at being found out so quickly. Looking back to Chuck, Trent continued, “—I think—Emery wanted you to go off on another tangent about titles to bring that accent back out. Our little friend here… has a liking for accents.”
Emery’s breath caught in her throat, her head bowing as her eyes darted to the floor quickly. Her cheeks felt as though they were on fire from the level of embarrassment she was feeling at that moment. Chuck blinked a few times, processing the information that Trent had just told him before realization dawned on him. Looking down at her shorter form, a huge smile crept across his face, a soft blush on his own face at the fact she adored his accent so much.
Chuck was speechless for a moment, but after dusting the cobwebs, he laughed softly.
“Well, if you want me to continue ranting about shit—”
Without warning, the tall Kentuckian leaned down and gripped Emery’s waist before hoisting her up over his shoulder. The sudden action caused a yelp of surprise to escape her lips, and her arms flailed momentarily to keep her balance. Splaying her palms on Chuck’s back as she felt his arm lock around her knees, he carried her off, heading towards their locker room with long strides.
Trent watched them disappear with an amused look on his face, chuckling to himself before looking at Orange. He could see a smile on his face as well, and with a shrug to Cassidy, the two walked in the direction Chuck had disappeared. Neither were in any hurry to get to the locker room; they knew that now Chuck was aware of it, he’d talk Emery’s ear off all night.
#dark angel of the bullet club#oc#all elite wrestling#fanfiction#imagine#oc emery#aew#original female character#Best Friends#Chuck Taylor#Orange Cassidy#Trent?#Trent Baretta
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Trent Beretta
#trent beretta#trent baretta#wwe#world wrestling entertainment#tna#total nonstop action#njpw#new japan pro wrestling#aew#all elite wrestling#smash or pass#tumblr polls#pro wrestling#wrasslin#wrestling#submission hold#anonymous
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It’s Wednesday and you know what that means
#aew#danhausen#all elite wrestling#aew dynamite#mjf#maxwell jacob friedman#orange cassidy#chris jericho#daniel garcia#bryan danielson#trent baretta#chuckie t#sammy guevara
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#aew#all elite wrestling#aew rampage#aew grand slam#aew best friends#trent baretta#the kingdom#matt taven#ring of honor#aew gifs#wrestling gifs#9/22/23
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why am i not surprised at all
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hi if you could make a dodgeball team consisting of yourself and 5 wrestlers, who would you pick for your team?
#aew#all elite wrestling#wwe#wrestling and stuff#personally i think I'd pick#keith lee#wheeler yuta#trent baretta#adam page#john silver
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WAVING MY BEST FRIENDS FLAG!!
WHERE MY BEST FRIENDS FOLK AT?!
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Elon should ban these guys from twitter 👋🏻
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Pairing: Chuck Taylor/Trent Baretta
Quote: It wasn’t a dream, father. I really did meet her.
Verse: Mafia
This one is a continuation of this
Chuck Taylor was a fighter.
He always had been.
Growing up in Kentucky, he had always had to fight. Chuck fought for a place at the table, both for food and for the respect of the rest of his large family. As soon as it was evident that he’d never get that respect, he had taken himself away from the norm and familiarity of his home state for the excitement of New York City. In New York, it had been a fight that introduced him to Trent Baretta. It had started with the two men arguing and fighting with each other as competing thieves before setting everything aside and fighting for each other in the trenches of war.
Once they returned home, Chuck and Trent had begun to fight the law.
It had started small, petty theft as they had done before. That had simply gotten the two in trouble with a bigger entity, a mob boss named Benjamin Slatterly, a man the streets referred to as The Bastard. They had attempted to pick his pocket and, when caught, were compelled to make a deal to save their hides. Chuck had offered his family whiskey recipe, offering to still and deliver it with Trent and new friend Jamie Cassidy, who they referred to as Orange. Slatterly had accepted that seeing as his wife Raemona ran a speakeasy of her own.
That would have been easy enough had Chuck steered clear of his main vice: his own love for the drink. The vice was small enough in the beginning, but after the war, it had only gotten worse. In the end, it was what had led to his current situation. Chuck had cost Slatterly too much money and Slatterly had laid a hit out on the man. Had it not been for the love of Slatterly’s daughter, Cherry, and her help with getting out of town, the boys knew that they would have been dead sooner rather than later.
And still, Chuck had ended up in this situation.
Chuck had trusted an old friend from the war, Bryan Danielson, enough to go out to meet the man. He was unaware of Bryan’s allegiance to Slatterly’s father, William Regal, until it was too late. He had gotten sicker and sicker over the course of their dinner, Bryan poisoning the other man over time. Bryan had finally dropped Chuck off with Trent and Orange as a warning to the trio not to get too comfortable.
But Chuck Taylor was a fighter.
With a wheezing breath, the Kentucky gentleman opened his eyes, only barely, to look around the room. His bedroom, its safety, was more well kept than he remembered. A vase of brightly colored flowers sat on his bedside table. His normally shut bedroom window was open, allowing a breeze of fresh air. But his eyes were drawn to the man who sat at the bedside, hunched over with his head in his hands.
There was no mistaking his Trent.
Chuck had always loved the fashionable man. His suits were always well pressed, his tie always the brightest colors and tied proudly around his neck. Everything seemed to hug his muscles in a way that Chuck Taylor couldn’t ignore. But now? The suit was disheveled and his tie was loose, almost as if it weren’t tied at all around his neck. Trent must have been worried and Chuck could only just hear his voice. He was praying. “Never been a man of faith, but…please don’t take him. I…I couldn’t dream of a world without him, a world where I never met him…”
“It ain’t a dream, father. Ya really did meet me,” Chuck teased, his voice hoarse from lack of use. A soft smirk took the young man’s lips as he watched Trent’s head pop up from his hands. His eyes were red, tears streaming down his cheeks bearing a scruffy beard. Trent let out a surprised gasp, jumping to his feet.
“Chuck…Ch…” Trent stammered, before practically running to the bedroom door. He tossed it open quickly, shouting down the hall, “He’s awake! Chuck’s awake!”
“Hey, hey not too loud,” Chuck chuckled, wincing in pain. His head still pounded and his chest felt tight, painfully so. “How long have I been out?”
Trent sat on the edge of the bed, his hand placed over the top of Chuck’s, “Too long, Chuckie. Don’t you ever scare me like this again, capiche?”
“Trent, you know I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
#aew imagine#aew#chuck taylor imagine#chuck taylor#trent baretta imagine#trent baretta#character: chuck taylor#character: trent baretta#verse: mafia
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