#kool kyle

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Before Kyle O'Reilly met Orange Cassidy (in AEW), he had a character called 'Kool Kyle' that was featured on WWE NXT and this was one of the looks. The wrestling world made it known to Kyle back then that Orange wore denim and shades. I guess a lot of people reminded him of this information which lead to a post on Instagram which read: "Thank-you internet for informing me nobody else on planet Earth is allowed to wear a denim jacket ever again. My goal in wrestling has always been to be my authentic quirky self maintaining my artistic integrity and originality. Can we all at least appreciate the cute vintage T-shirt I had on? My dear friend John found this gem in a St. Louis thrift shop in 2015 and I’ve been waiting years to finally wear it on TV. My focus is on being the one and only Kyle O’Reilly and guess what... you don’t HAVE to love me! All I ask is that you LOVE Wrestling!" - Kyle O'Reilly (2021)

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Kyle O'Reilly x Reader ONE SHOT

First published July 12, 2020 on Wattpad

"Babe, can you make the popcorn and pick a movie? I'll be right back." I asked Kyle who was on his way to the kitchen.

"Sure I can do that. Where are you going?" he replies.

"I'm just going to the bathroom to put on a face mask. It can dry while we watch the movie." I called out to him as I made my way to the bathroom.

Once there, I tried to decide which mask to use. Maybe the new black peel-off mask I bought last week. Why not? I quickly read the instructions and then applied the mask to my face. My God, that looked pretty creepy. I took a look at the clock to know when the time of treatment was over. Although that was always a thing with peel-off masks, sometimes they took forever to dry.

Kyle was sitting on the sofa trying to decide which movie to watch. On the table he had prepared popcorn, vegetable sticks with dip and drinks. He heard me come in and turned to me. When he saw me, he flinched noticeably.

"My goodness, what do you look like? That's scary. You could scare little kids on Halloween." Kyle giggled to himself.

"Well, you're probably right, but as long as it works, I don't give a crap what it looks like." I stuck out my tongue.

"Can I try that?" he asked me suddenly and unexpectedly.

"You want to put on a face mask? That's something new!" I couldn't believe it, it was the first time he showed interest in skin care.

"Sure, why not. It can't hurt to give it a try," he said.

"Okay, Mr. O'Reilly, come with me. But be warned, it's a peel-off mask. That means it may pinch a little when you remove it," I explained to Kyle.

"Oh, please. I am a professional wrestler. I can handle a little pinching. And let's be honest, how bad can it be?" he replied.

30 minutes later

"Is your mask dry?" I asked Kyle, although talking with the hardened mask was not so easy.

"At least it feels that way," he said as he felt over his forehead and nose where I had put the mask on for him.

"Well, come into the bathroom with me so we can remove it." I took his hand when I got up from the sofa.

"So you start pulling away at the edges of the mask and work your way towards the middle. Okay?" I said as I started to take off my mask.

I tried not to grimace my face when it pinched. But by all means it wasn't so bad. There have been more painful peel-off masks. Just as I finished with my face, I noticed Kyle had only pulled off a tiny little piece.

"What's wrong, babe? Problems?" I smirked.

"This shit hurts... Ouch, oh, man... ow. How could you take that down so easily without screaming? Ouch." my tough, bad-ass wrestler boyfriend whined.

"Oh, come on, how bad can it be?" I quoted him with a laugh. Kyle, however, did not find that at all funny.

"Stop it and help me, damn it!" he rantled. I did what he asked. When I was finished, I gave him a kiss.

"Better?" I asked.

"Not quite yet, but I know what will help..." he said before pressing his against mine.

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Kyle O’Reilly x Reader

First published October 9, 2020 on Wattpad

"Hey Y/N wait a minute please. I need to talk to you." I heard Kyle calling behind me. But I was not in the mood to deal with him now.

"Leave me alone Kyle," I said without even turning around to him.

"Come on Y/N, it's important," he said.

"Oh now it's suddenly important? You've been avoiding me for over a month and now you suddenly want to talk to me? I thought we were friends first and foremost and that it would stay that way no matter what happened. But clearly I was wrong," I said as I turned around to him.

"If you regret that you slept with me, you could have just told me. We're both adults and both single. So it was no big deal. It just happened. But the fact that you avoided me afterwards like I had a contagious disease isn't exactly good for self-esteem," I explained to Kyle, who was still standing a few feet away from me.

"If you would just let me explain," he said.

"I don't want to hear it. I get it. I'm sure you have your reasons for acting like this, but you've had enough time to talk to me. Now I have a No Disqualifications match with Io and Candice that I have to focus on," I replied and just left him standing in the hallway.

My feelings were hurt enough without having to listen to his lame excuses. For me that night had been special, for Kyle...clearly not.

I took a few deep breaths to get rid of the tears that came to my eyes. With everything I had inside me I tried to suppress the thoughts of Kyle, at least for now. Later after my match I could still deal with it.

Kyle POV

I rubbed my hands over my face in frustration. That had not gone as I had planned. And since I had behaved like an absolute jerk, I couldn't blame Y/N for not wanting to have anything to do with me anymore. Why did it take me so long to realize my feelings? I hoped that she would give me the chance to explain myself, but I was not sure. Even though it was never my intention, I had hurt her feelings. Maybe even so much that she would never speak to me again.

Slowly and hesitantly I made my way back to the locker room. When I got there and looked at the monitor, I saw that the match was already in full swing.

"How did it go?" Bobby wanted to know.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said and Bobby knew right away that it hadn't gone well. I sat down next to him on the old leather sofa and let my thoughts wander to that night that changed everything.

I didn't pay attention to the women's match because I was so lost in thought. I tried to find a way to get Y/N to listen to me. I didn't get very far with my thoughts, because suddenly I was abruptly torn out of my thinking by a statement from Bobby.

"Oh that doesn't look good. I think she is unconscious," he said startled.

I looked up and saw Y/N lying motionless in the ring. The referee grabbed her hand, but she seemed not to notice anything. The replay was shown and showed how Candice hit Y/N in the midsection of her body with a kendo stick. It didn't look dramatic, but Y/N immediately collapsed with a painfully distorted face and stopped moving.

The image changed back to live just as the referee raised his arms to form the X. She was really hurt. And then I saw it. The blood. So much blood under Y/N's body. Where did so much blood come from?

Without thinking for a second I ran out of the room and towards the ring. The medics were already there and carefully put Y/N on a stretcher.

"We have to get her to a hospital as fast as possible. She has no obvious injuries, so we have no idea what is causing this bleeding," said one of the medics.

They pushed Y/N out of the arena, leaving a trail of blood behind. Why did she lose so much blood? I had not the slightest idea.

I just knew that it was probably not good and at the same time I cursed myself for waiting so long to talk to Y/N about my feelings. Now I could only hope that it would not be too late and that we both would have another chance.

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