He’s playing them and I need someone with the pen to understand how very important heel or tweener Will Ospreay is. The man has pure violence in him and he’s a nasty little shit when he lets it out and it’s so so satisfying.
Mox is not ready for the version that met Kenny Omega at the first forbidden door. He can’t fathom the break in Wills brain we are seeing it.
Callum wants violence he’s fixing to get the violence he saw Will inflict on Leon Slater over a betrayal that wasn’t even his to pay.
Even the brief face-off the week before their tdm still makes me feel toxic levels of derangement, four years later. “You want another match with The Hangman? You look at me when I’m talkin’ to you!” “Well fine, I’ll give you that, and let it serve as your punishment.” And this isn’t even getting into “And Cole, you’ve got a week. If I were you, I’d get my affairs in order.”
Out of all of Hangman’s exes, the shit he has going on with Adam Cole makes me want to chew on glass the most. Fuck. Fuuuuck.
There was nothing new with the game he suggested tonight, as I got ready for dinner. Jay let his silver watch show in the mirror, as he zipped up the back of my dress. “Ready?” his voice warm on the back of my neck, his fingers lingering as I nodded.
I went to the bar found myself a seat at the end of the bar watching the door. It was my favorite part, watching him walk in , the self assuredness , the ways eyes followed him the way the black suit fit. The way the soft light hit his softened features, an ease in his walk. He flicked his wrist as he walked the watch had changed and it was gold. Silver had meant I would approach him, and gold meant that he approaches me. A shiver of giddiness ran down my spine. I ordered a drink the warm hum of the crowd, the bar itself with its dark leather and fire to knock down the chill of the winter evening easing my nerves.
Watching him order the scotch , the way he gripped the glass was for me. He knew I loved his hands , the precision with which he did everything in his life. He was never rushed, this was on his time table, though it’d been months since he wore the gold watch. I watched over the bartenders shoulder as he made chit chat, Jay’s jaw shifted, his view now blocked. It didn’t matter that the conversation was about my drink and if I wanted another. I saw him move, and was beside me before I could answer. “The lady will have another on my tab.” his tone left no room for argument. The bartender turned and busied himself. He sits beside me one hand on my thigh possessively “ Drink up, we aren’t keeping our reservation.” I start to say I was looking forward to dinner, but he’s looking at me in away that shuts my mouth and causes heat to flood my body.
“I like the red nail polish” his other hand taking mine, the red nails intertwined against his tan skin. “That’s your pick up line.” I laugh “You really need to work on….” His mouth is next to my ear his words low enough for me “Oh sweet girl, that’s the most appropriate thing I could say. What I wanted to tell you was I can’t wait to watch those nails grip my cock, to claw my back, to run up my chest. That it’s been to long since I held them behind your back, above your head … Your drink is here.” he moves away. He glances over amused as I can’t decide whether to sip or take the drink in one long swallow. I take a sip, Jay’s eyes focused on me . “I’m good, let’s go.” he laughs and leaves cash on the bar.
“Did you like the change ?” he whispers on the walk back from the restaurant back up the steps of the porch of the cabin he rented. “I’ve been waiting” my fingers toying with the watch. “ My girl has been so patient with me these past months.” his lips are on mine. His hand on the back of my neck and one on my hip, pulling and guiding me. I feel the power of his hand the one broken so many months ago, the strength of his shoulder as he pulls me against him. I shiver, the cold and his warmth an intoxicating combination. “You’re cold” his voice full of concern pulling away taking off his suit jacket and draping it over my shoulders. “I’m” I started not wanting to lose this moment. “I’m taking care of you tonight. Inside we go” his hand on my lower back guiding me back to the cabin. “You know I hear you even when you’re quiet. Tonight I’m going to make sure you aren’t.” he opened the door ushering me into the one room cabin. The light and warmth from the fireplace welcoming us in .
The room had transformed soft shadows against the wall as the snow picked up outside the windows. Jay takes the jacket from my shoulders throwing it on the chair. He steps behind me his hands rub my shoulders placing kisses on my neck as he unzips the dress and lets it fall to the floor. He turns me back to him, my hands reaching to unbutton his shirt needing his skin on mine. He thrusts my hand above my head and pins me against the wall, my heart racing, absolutely pounding against my ribcage as he stares at me like I'm everything. I’ve missed this being completely at his mercy, and he's about to stake his claim.He presses against me as he holds his intense gaze. Holds my hand above me.”Not going to happen. I'm going to make you come.” I swallow, my body electrified. “Please” I whisper.
The tightness in his jaw loosens, and he relaxes, dipping his head down. He cups my cheek briefly, brushing my lips with his thumb before his hand skates down my throat and then encircles my breast.
"Perfect fucking perfect," he growls. It's low. His hand glides down my belly as he leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and moaning, his tongue swirling against me. Claiming me with his lips. And then his fingers brush against my thighs, between my legs, against my-
"Fuck," I moan, my head falling back as his fingers find my clit. Rubbing and stroking. I rock my hips against him as he makes me feel fucking good.
"Mine," he rasps against my breast, his fingers sliding across my slit. "You need this as much as I do, don't you, sweet girl? Maybe more. “
"Mm-hmm," I mutter,rocking against him.
He lets my hand fall before flexing and wrapping his hand around my throat and claiming my lips again. He slips his finger inside me, capturing my moan in his mouth as his tongue circles mine. Desperate. Needy. Hungry. I’m all of these things for him. I dig my nails into his back as his finger pushes deeper inside, curling, pressing me in just the right spot. I grab his hand around my throat, pressing it against me as I hold on to dear life. It feels so damn good, starburst behind my eyelids, explosions all over my body.
"That's it," Jay growls against my lips. "Ride my fucking finger." I moan, watching him, gasping as he slides a second finger, stretching me.
"More," I beg. I nip at him as he pulls back slowly. "You don't have to beg me to cum. Don't beg me for doing my due diligence. I want you to cum. I'm begging you to cum.Because every one of your orgasms belong to me.”I grab his wrist, urging him to push deeper as I grind harder. I can't think straight. His beard brushes against my neck as he kisses me, slowly moving his lips lower. "You need my cock, sweet girl?"
"Jay," I moan as his thumb brushes my clit. “Tell me." He takes my nipple between his teeth, toying with it before taking it into his mouth.
"Fuuuck..." I moan as I clench his hair in my fist, still rocking my hips as he slides his fingers in and out. Again and again. My legs are shaking.
"I need” I can't complete a sentence. I'm taking shuddering breaths, uttering complete nonsense as Jay’s fingers work their magic. His lips move lower and lower, down my sternum and against my belly. Jay lets out a guttural sound that reverberates throughout my body as he slides his fingers out of me.
I open my mouth to protest, but it gets lost in my throat as Jay drops down in front of me, gripping my thighs roughly, spreading them apart as she shoves his face into my sex. I thrust my hands through his hair and cling to him for dear life.
Noises and words I'm not proud of flow from my lips as Jay’s work against me. His tongue, swirling over my clit. He shoves my left leg up, hooking it over his shoulder as he growls and moans . I feel every vibration from his chest and throat on my pussy as he continues.
"Fuck," he rasps, breaking free momentarily before diving right back in, his mouth latching onto my clit, sucking so hard I'm seeing stars.
"So fucking good, my good fucking girl." And then he's back on me. My hands don't leave his hair. “Pull it harder” and I do it’s the only thing tethering me to earth right now as my orgasm builds. He moans as I pull at the bun needing him to look as undone as I am. "Come for me, sweet girl. Come..." I can't even comprehend anything else as I orgasm. Wave after wave. Pulse after pulse. It doesn't end, and he keeps going. By the time I come back to reality, I realize I'm in his arms being carried and drops me on the bed.
He’s always looked at me on these nights like his prey, staring , accessing me. His hands move to unbutton the black shirt unhurried, knowing I’m watching him. He smiles knowing that my eyes don’t leave his hands. “My girl spread out for me, almost ready to beg me to hurry up to fuck her half dressed. That she’s ready to drench my cock.” I whimper under his words. “ That you need to be fucked, that you haven’t come the way you’ve needed to in months. That’s right I know the difference I know exactly what you need.” He drops his shirt pulling me to the edge of the bed spreading my legs wide, watching as my hands resist the urge to rub my clit. “ You want to play for me don’t you. Play with that pretty pussy. While I watch, growing harder under your gaze till I can’t stand it and I fill you so full give you what you need. To ruin you, to claim you to own you.” I whimper at the last word.
He rubs his hand over the front of his trousers taking the belt off discarding the rest of his clothing before climbing on the bed. “So wet” as he rubs his cock with my wetness. He eases into me always easy at first no matter how ready I am no matter how desperate I am for him to own me. “ Sweet girl, stay with me I need you to watch me. I need you to be with me.” He pushes my legs wideer and withdraws and thrusts harder. I clench and moan as he does this over and over. Moving me up the bed, he’s claiming me in a way he hasn’t in months. He holds himself on one arm above me as I close my eyes, his hand grazes my throat and my eyes open. “So full” he stops letting me enjoy him being that deep that connection I begin to flutter milking his cock, my heels digging into his ass. “Trying to make me come before you, my girl knows better.” His hand leaves my throat and goes to my clit rubbing it until all that falls from my mouth is whimpers and moans. “Jay it’s to much, Jay fuck …” the words cut off and I’m a series of gasps and breathes as my body takes over, focusing on his face my legs begin to shake and the pressure feels so good as he begins to move hitting the spot over and over, until I’m over the edge giving it all to him drenching his cock. He picks up the pace driving in deeper using all of my wetness to chase his own release as my legs tremble again, “That’s it sweet girl, come again come with me. Let me hear you” I scream his name as I feel him let go buried deep inside our releases combining. He kisses me as he drives into me, my body pulling everything from him. He collapses on me burying himself in my neck, my hands rubbing the marks on his back. He rolls off of me pulling me into him holding me with his full strength. As i struggle to remember how to breathe again.
The absolute glazing of Kyle Fletcher can stop anytime. He’s so brutal he has no remorse he’s generational.
No he’s a guy who was careless with the ring apron spot with a guy known to have head injuries, and then decided to lariat him to hell on 7/10. He shouldn’t be celebrated this year, he should’ve been relegated to pin eater and humbled.
Kyle Fletcher ENDED Adam Cole’s Career . I WILL Not forget, I was there that night.
If only Cole could’ve been protected the way they protected Omega.
swerve lit a fire under hangman’s ass and reminded him of his ambitions. it’s fine to be at peace with yourself but you should always have dreams and aspirations, you should always want to grow into a truer version of yourself. swerve dragged hangman down to hell, forced him to take hold of his rage. because of swerve, hangman had to learn to control it, learn to use it as a tool without letting it consume him. he HAS made hangman better.
i always fucking knew hangman worked better with a partner. at the time, i had hoped it would be adam cole. i thought cole was a deep enough freak, enough of a narcissist. i’d really hoped they’d played into his concussion when he first came back so that both hangman and cole could bond over a shared experience. but of course, that just got dropped pretty much and cole did the betrayal shit with mjf instead. but i had always thought that hangman, with his soft heart, would know what it felt like to have no friends, to be hated, and take pity on this wayward, evil little soul. that he would CHOOSE to care for someone that was so fucked up and evil and decide he didn’t care, because at least he knew what kind of person he was, and hangman - who is so adamant on making his own choices - would CHOOSE to swear fealty to another, someone he knew to be dangerous….but it wouldn’t matter, because all he wanted was to relinquish everything and just Be Something for someone else.
deferential hangman is everything to me. he’s sooooo fucking good at being a defender and a partner to someone. he’s never been good in a group, and he’s too lonely to be alone. but to give everything to someone? to have another person’s back? to be LOYAL to one person? especially when the other person is oh so calculating, so fully in control of their deepest darkest parts….for hangman to see them as what they are and to not care? it’s so fucking delicious, man.
I needed a three way dance between Cole, Switchblade and Hanger when he came back from concussion. Cole was Jays “very good friend” and Jay always has a little something extra for Page. Cole is the one who brought Page into Bullet Club into the Elite. Cole taught Hanger psychosexual ring tactics, Cole encouraged the hanging and leading around by the rope. Jay was their target for a moment in time. The Forbidden Door concussion the photo of Jay holding up Cole, could’ve allowed the Adam’s to unite or Cole to be absorbed in to BC Gold.
They could’ve saved the devil storyline by having Cole cost MJF the title at Full Gear for his very good friend Switchblade. The attack on Switchblade was the lightest of all so a swerve could’ve happened.
But it sounds like mjfs been politicking and he had to retain to drop a month later.
Hanger needs a dance partner, the one I’m holding out hope and breath for is the Cowboy vs the Kingpin. We’ve had Cowboy vs the Golden Retriever version of Ospreay but I need it to be the kingpin.
It’s kind of setting in that it may really be over for Cole. There’s no time table, I was there the night Fletcher injured him. I met him the next day, and I was there at All In for the good bye. It hurts , I’m still in disbelief and everything is tinged from that week in that light.
Maybe one day I’ll get over it, maybe one day I’ll have no ill will towards Fletcher.
Kyle O’Reilly comments on Adam Cole having to step away from wrestling for the foreseeable future, says he is proud of Cole for taking his health into account:
“We don’t know where Adam Cole’s at right now but, for the foreseeable future, that was his last match for the time being. You can’t take any of this for granted and you gotta appreciate and love every minute you get in there, you know?
We just have so much love for each other. It’s unfortunate that it had to sort of — not end the way it did, because nothing’s ever over… But it’s just such a sad and unfortunate circumstance that what happened at All In but… I’m really proud of Adam (Cole) for making that call and for being the stand-up guy that he is and for taking his health into account and for starting that process to getting well again, and it’s huge and just forever proud of him and grateful that we got to do that again together.“
