#I am the first person to champion seeing Black characters on screen in a wide variety of different worlds and experiences

[blackgirlcinephiles]

A million times, THIS 👆🏾👆🏾👆🏾

#I am the first person to champion seeing Black characters on screen in a wide variety of different worlds and experiences #but I can’t get behind begging white creatives to give that to us #time and time and time and time again has shown that they cannot be trusted #that theyre not willing to do the work #that theyre not willing to change #if they do it’s temporary #all the diversity and inclusion hires that came out of the 2020 protests have been rolled back #Netflix laid off a bunch of their POC staff #creative and diverse shows are being cancelled left and right #on Netflix and platforms like HBO #support Black creatives making art that centers Black people #creating stories with nuance and dignity for their characters #anything else is for the birds

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

Behind GorgeousMan’s Legacy

When GorgeousMan’s name known across the international Tekken community? Well, it was started from Antoine’s first big tournament in EVO and creating history among North American Tekken community.

Most of all, Dean’s company was the true MVP behind his success.

(2 years before Antoine and Dean got hired by Black Mesa...)

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(Antoine: 22 y/o. Dean: 21 y/o)

“WAIT, WHAT?! YOU MANAGED TO ENTER INTO EVO TOURNAMENT?!”

Antoine lightly laughed as he saw Dean’s shocked reaction, his body got shaken by the shorter man as he babbled in excitement. “Nie, you aren’t representing any org and you just put yourself there? Aw fuck, I can’t- ”

“Woah, dearie, I gotta stop you right there for a second.” The bigger man pulled himself from the shorter man’s grasp. “I purposely not telling you about it because I guessed that you’ll get stressed out and both of us know how you handling yourself when you got something stuck in your mind.”

Dean scoffed hearing his roommates’ comment but didn’t give any kind of rejection because he knew he was right about it. He saw the shorter man’s worrywart side, always reminded him to eat or take a good rest without knowing that he neglected himself. Even when they were still at MIT, he was his reminder to all his assignments and schedules.

Gosh, he’s the nicest man he’d ever met.

“There are thousands of contestant to beat, Nie. Like, all of them aren’t coming without any kind of skills.” Dean muttered out loud, he let himself fell down to his beanbag chair as he pulled out his phone and started to type something before showing the screen to him. A picture of a mocha-coloured short-haired man showing off his wide grin as he held a glass trophy. “Rick from Aperture Games is also competing there as one of the top 8 players on last year’s EVO.” He scrolled the screen lower, showing a short jet black-haired woman wearing a white cap with some sort of grey symbol softly smiling at the crowd. “And the infamous back-to-back champion of EVO, adv1s0r from Combine Tech!”

Of course, he knew both of them. Johnny “Rick” Grady was one of the more known players among those who know the American Tekken. He came to represent the Aperture Games as he mowed down his opponents with Eddy, a middle-tier and speedy Tekken character that packs quite a punch if people managed to master his quick movements. Meanwhile, the mysterious “adv1s0r” from Combine Tech is a Korean player whose known for being the daughter of the Combine’s CEO and a genius for playing Dragunov, one of the supposedly top-tier characters and a heavy-hitter.

In EVO, however, North American players were underestimated too much.

Maybe he could make it into his advantage?

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” He took one of Dean’s palm and squeezed it gently, “I got a plan for that.”

“...You still doing the nicknames, huh...” Antoine’s heart fluttered, he sat beside him and put his head under the crook of Dean’s neck. The shorter man flinched at first, but then gave in and nuzzled against the taller man’s hair.

“Ah, you don’t like it, honey? The shorter man lowly hummed as if he was thinking about it, although Antoine knew his answer already.

“...I don’t mind it.”

“If you say so, Boo~” And both of them stayed in that position for a while, Dean scrolling through his phone while Antoine watched him out. It took him a while before realizing he was looking for EVO tournament information. Dean looked up at him with his infamous deadpan stare. “Uhhhh, what is it, babe?”

“Three days until the tournament and the main location is in Las Vegas, huh?” He kept staring at him, Dean’s green eyes met his darker ones. “Are you going alone or with somebody? Do you need to book an Airbnb? How about the plane tickets-”

Dean’s train of questions got silenced by a single peck on his cheek. His only response to that was another dead stare. “Calm down there, sweetie,” He gave the shorter man some pats on his head, burying his hand under those dark brown strands, “I’ve planned most of them already. Plane tickets are ready to go, along with the Airbnb booking and some replacement parts for my Arcade Pad.” He took the phone out from his hand and placed it beside him. “I just need a travel partner to go with, so you know where this conversation is going.”

“...You smooth fucker, I’m in.”

“I’m glad you catch my drift there.”

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“Nie, look, they also held Marvel vs Capcom 2 here, too! Wait, is that GO1*?! I can see him playing on Dragonball Fighter Z area from here!!”

Dean ran wild among the crowds and scanned his surroundings excitedly, while Antoine watched over him. He could see how his roommate’s green eyes sparkled upon arriving at the entrance, running around to every cosplayer and pointing at some of the players they both knew. Seeing his childlike side made his heart warm.

“Oh, and anyway,” Dean turned around to face him and pointed at him, no, his clothing, “most people are wearing t-shirts and other casual tops, and you really want to wear that?

Antoine looked down, checking out his black button-up blazer with a black hooded jacket under it, his white shirt and a navy-blue tie peeked out from the unzipped area. His black skinny jeans and white plimsoll sneakers accompanied his top perfectly. Meanwhile, Dean was wearing his favourite oversize navy blue hoodie with a pair of black 3/4 jeans and black-white running sneakers. His black beanie framed his clean-shaven face.

In his defence, he wanted to look a bit formal as a good first impression to his opponents.

Antoine looked back at the shorter man and shrugged, earning a small groan. “Damn, it’s hard to let go that old habit of yours, huh?” He flashed his smirk at his roommates, once again earning another small groan. “Guess I can’t really blame you. It suits you.”

“Of course it is, pumpkin~” He began to lightly flex his well-developed muscles, the result of going to the gym every day. “I am GorgeousMan, a North American Tekken player, ready to defeat my enemies in style~”

“Yea, I know you will...” Dean snatched on of his hands and pulled him as they walked together to the Tekken 7′s qualification booth. “There are more than a thousand and five hundred players, separated between seventy pools and you’re in the pool F602.” He stopped walking and pulled him to his front, then pushed him until they were facing the re-registration staff. “Remember to have fun when playing, Nie.” He gave him a single pat on the back and a small smile, then left him there as he walked towards the audience seat.

Well, time to have fun, shall we?

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He couldn’t believe his eyes.

He beat all of them in just two rounds.

He didn’t even struggle nor break a sweat as he demolished his opponents with King’s WWE-inspired moves, eyes locked onto the screen while both his hands expertly tapping buttons and moving the joystick, creating a dance for his character to follow and making combos after combos.

He emerged victorious inside his pool, putting himself inside the winner bracket along with other pool victors.

He survived.

And most of all, he’s acting like himself while at it, finger gunned the camera while winking at the audience sometimes. Most of them were surprised more of a fact that he wasn’t sponsored nor belong to any org, while he was dressed like someone that didn’t belong on the stage. Especially on his last match with one of the player. he could feel the searching gaze as he scanned his entire attire.

“I’ve never seen you on the major tournament before.” Was his most asked question during meeting other players. He could recognize only a handful of them, and only one of his match got properly viewed by the casters and pro players noticed his presence in the match from his iconic appearance.

“Beware of The Player in Hooded Blazer, he’s strong.”

The Player in Hooded Blazer, huh...

“Hey, Nie, you’ve been staring at the ceiling for a while.”

His thought broke and he took a glance at Dean, playing Half-Life 2 on his laptop beside him. Knowing his roommates, Antoine guessed that he’s trying to break his own speedrun record again by dissecting the game even further or looking for corners he could cut. His focus hadn’t left his game yet, but he could feel the shorter man’s intense glare somehow.

“No, it’s just- today has been very overwhelming for me...” That statement was true. This is the first time people acknowledged him for his skills rather than his background. His look became his trademark among both rising starts and older pro players. Even one of his opponents complimented him, saying that he “really is a gorgeous man” and that thought alone brightened his day a lot.

His roommate hummed a bit before pausing his game and closing his laptop, eyes now fully focused at him. “Don’t push yourself too hard.” He patted his shoulder and squeezed it gently, almost affectionate. “You’re still in progress to adapt to this kind of environment. You got yourself a name and a reputation among those who have played against you and some who watched you play.” Dean’s lips formed a small smile. “You are no longer just another small problem to forget, you are now in their wanted list.” He gave him some more pats on his shoulder before packing his laptop back and laying down on the bed. “Your next few days will be harder than today, so take some good rest for tonight.”

Antoine knew personally that Dean was bad at comforting people, but this is the first time he’d seen his genuine attempt to comfort him.

...He’s too nice for his own sake...

The taller man smiled softly, looking down at the smaller figure beside him before finally laying down next to him.

...Maybe choosing the room with double bed for cheaper price wasn’t a bad idea, after all.

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It's the second day on the tournament and he hadn’t been lost even once yet. Some of those players that he’d beaten was known from their performances at many international tournaments, only for them to look in awe as Antoine’s King perform his infamous back break and body slam. Nobody was safe from his grasp, not even the legendary JeonDDing* and NOROMA*. Many agencies and gaming orgs were taking an interest at him and some of them even offered a place for him in there, but he turned all of them down.

Overall, he felt incredible.

He only needed one more win to get into finals.

“Nie, there you are!” He turned around to the source of the voice, watching as Dean jogging to him while holding two bottles of Pocari. “You’ve been playing for a while there,” He handed one of them to him, which he accepted, “so you might need to chill for a bit before meeting your last opponent.”

The bottle was cool to touch, he assumed his roommate got it from the vending machine. He opened the sealed cap and took a few good gulps. The cool, slightly salty liquid washed out some of his fatigue a bit and refreshed his mind a little. He let out a satisfied huff, throwing out the now-empty bottle into a trashcan beside him. “Thanks, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah, your wel-”

“Wait, is that the orgless player who put some top players under loser’s bracket?”

“Hooded blazer man...yes, it’s the dark horse of this event!”

“Did you see him kicking pekos* with those sick King combos?”

Their conversation was cut off short as some audiences walked towards them. Their gaze of him was awfully familiar, sending some chills under his spine. He tried his nervousness under his usual prideful smile facade. “Hey, what are you guys up to?”

“Bro, we saw your matches and we’re very impressed!” A̶r̶e̶n̴’̴t̴ ̶y̸o̶u̶ ̸t̷h̴e̶ ̶n̵e̷w̸ ̴s̶t̵u̵d̸e̶n̴t̵ ̴f̸r̵o̴m̷ ̸t̷h̶a̸t̵ ̶v̶e̸r̵y̴ ̷r̵i̶c̷h̷ ̸f̶a̸m̶i̶l̵y̷?̵ ̷T̸h̸a̶t̵’̸s̶ ̷s̴o̸ ̷c̴o̶o̸l̶!̷

Wait, what the-

“Yeah, can you give me tips for playing King? I wanted to main him personally now.” C̷a̵n̴ ̷y̷o̶u̸ ̷b̷u̷y̵ ̷u̷s̸ ̴s̸o̴m̵e̷t̷h̸i̶n̷g̶,̵ ̷f̷r̸i̴e̴n̵d̶?̶

Why those cursed memories have to come out now?!

“We’ll be cheering on you, man!” W̶e̷’̷r̶e̴ ̶c̴o̸u̶n̶t̴i̸n̷g̶ ̵o̷n̴ ̷y̸o̷u̴,̷ ̵r̴i̴c̶h̶ ̷g̸u̷y̶.̶

Nononononononoidontwanttogoback-

“Thanks for the support, guys!” Dean’s forced high pitched-up voice snapped those bad thoughts away in a single sentence, he could feel a pair of his roommate’s hands grasped onto his shoulder tightly and dragged him away from the forming crowd around them. Either it’s his imagination or he could feel slight tremble from both grips. After a while of turning and twisting their path, they’d found themselves back near the big stage and stopped. The trembling grip finally released and he heard a long shaky sigh.

“Dean, you goo-”

“No, that’s MY question to YOU!” Dean stomped his way to face him, pointing at his chest while maintaining eye contact. “You looked like you’re about to die there, and now I’m worried like hell!”

“You don’t need to worry about me, De-”

“I have the right to be FUCKING WORRIED, ANTOINE!!!” Dean rarely raised his voice, but it’s different this time.

Dean...frustrated?

“Please, Dean, calm dow-” Dean’s loud groan cut him before he could finish his words.

“See?! You just- you’re doing it again!!!” His breathing rhythm got shorter over time. “When you got stressed out or emotional, you don’t call me by those nicknames! I’m not that stupid, Nie!” He tried to hold his breath to slow down, but failed and now it's gotten shakier. “The last time you didn’t call me by names, you got caught back inside your dumb family drama and I need to wrangle you out from there.”

Ah, he didn’t notice the detail.

“I-I can explain-”

“GorgeousMan, please enter the stage right now. Your next opponent is waiting.”

He heard the announcement from the staff, but both of them didn’t break ther eye contact before Dean gently smacked his shoulder once and walked away.

Don’t get stressed out, that’s what his roommate’s indirect message.

Well, hope he could apply that advice on-stage.

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“Pardner, you’re one hell of a player back there.”

“...I screwed my combos for three times straight and almost lost to you. That’s not an achievement.”

“Tell that to when you went full ham and reverse sweeping on the match point.”

“Said the ones who interrupted most of my attempts at counter hitting on the first round.”

Rick, or Johnny, laughed upon hearing Antoine’s vent rambling, both sitting on a long bench outside the venue. Although he won against this southern player, the win wasn’t as good as those previous ones he’d earned in these two days. It somehow leaves a bitter taste to his mouth due to all those bad thoughts affecting his performance. He tried to loosen up, but Johnny’s Eddie only adding up more problems. It somehow helped him block out the thoughts and managed to beat him out of annoyance.

Meanwhile, Dean was quiet beside him, his eyes staring at the ground as if he wanted to avoid any eye contacts. He caught him glancing and the man immediately went back to staring down. Sometimes he saw him squeezing the pads of his fingers until they’re bluish or gnawing at his own thumb, littering it with bite marks.

From the looks of it, he’s badly anxious.

He needs to do something before Dean broke down.

“It’s been fun chatting with you, but we have to go.” Antoine got up from the bench and gently grabbed Dean’s hand. “Good luck on loser’s bracket, I heard you’re fighting qudans*?” The southern player nodded before pulling out his phone.

“Wait, can I have both of your contacts? We should meet up sometimes.” He raised one of his eyebrows.

“Both?” Johnny nodded again, his eyes shifted to the fidgety Dean.

“Aren’t you that Half-Life speedrunner DFree? One of my friends in the org is actually your biggest fan!” Dean stopped his fidgeting and now staring back at the player. “You might know him, he specializes in Portal speedrun-”

“You mean Ke- I mean spacey?” If there’s any trace of his anxiousness on his face before, it vanished into thin air, leaving only a pair of curious eyes. “The hyperactive space nerd who knows the entire space trivia?”

Johnny lightly chuckled. “Oh, you really do know him! Kevin would be delighted to hear that.”

“How’s Kevin? Is he still reading some space-related contents?”

“Hell, Ms Caroline bought him a dozen of NASA books and space encyclopedias and he’s now using that big brain of his to annoy Gladys.”

Dean cackled out loud, while Antoine watched him in awe. This is the first time he’d seen his roommate didn’t shy away from a conversation with other people other than him. “He’s legit older than me, and yet still as childish as ever.”

“True, right?” Johnny checked his phone screen and his eyes widened. “Aw shucks, ten minutes until the loser’s bracket begin and I need to go now.” And with that, he ran back into the venue, leaving both Freemans outside.

Now, time to tell him that-

“I’m sorry Nie, I’ve been pretty harsh to you.”

...Eh?

“I know I got out-of-hand at that time, I-I don’t want to see you like the first time we met a-and I got a bit panicky there and I shouldn’t raise my voice to someone older, but I di-”

He wrapped Dean with the warmest hug he could’ve possibly made. Slowly, his hand stroking the dark brown strands below the beanie the man was wearing while rubbing circles on his back in a comforting manner. “That’s okay, dear. You have every right to do that.” He smiled, a small sigh of relief escaped from his lips. “I’m also sorry for making you worry back then, too.”

Both of them were now hugging in the middle of Las Vegas’ cold autumn and nobody disturb them.

“...We forgot to give Rick our contact, huh?”

“Don’t worry, he should know my Twitter username and send a DM there.”

They chuckled, the tense atmosphere between them has vanished.

This is nice...

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EVO’s Sunday Stage is always the biggest part of EVO, with variations of arcade fighting gamers and fans gather around under one building for one thing; watching the peak of the tournaments.

In Antoine’s case; Tekken 7 finals.

To be honest, he’s not fully ready yet. As in “How the hell he managed to go to Top 4 while orgless and a newcomer?” kind of not ready. In addition, Rick got eliminated by qudans*, making him the only North American player in this big Sunday Stage.

The stage is way bigger than the last two days. Big screens, big stadium, a big number of audience, everything just overwhelmingly big.

He’s not just nervous; he’s incredibly anxious.

“Today’s first semifinal match is going to be an interesting one, between a newcomer who has turned himself into the dark horse of this tournament, the rumoured Man in Hooded Blazer GorgeousMan, versus The Defending Champion of EVO adv1s0r. Who will move on to the final stage?”

The crowd explodes with cheers as he and his opponent entered the stage, his hands gripping down the arcade pad tightly. Now as he looked at adv1s0r’s face, she looks like one of those cold villains. Her lips pulled into a small frown and her black eyes lacked any kind of liveliness.

He feels threatened by her presence alone.

But he couldn’t back down.

Not now, not ever.

Whatever is the result, he’ll face it on.

He grinned widely, putting up his prideful facade once again.

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(Goddamnit, he’s nervous, isn’t he? He couldn’t help him from the audience seat, but what if he...yeah that could work.)

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“And what a devastating defeat at the start of the round, with adv1s0r leading the match!”

Ah, he’s fucked.

He made mistakes around the combos and that little shithead’s Dragunov just fucking up with him from time to time. His hands were trembling as he fumbling with the stick and buttons. With the added pressure of stress, he’s not in his top form.

Overall, he feels like shit.

It’s been a long time since he cursed this much, but yeah fuck this.

He took a big gulp of bottled water and tried to re-calibrating his fingers again, reciting every combo from his head, but his nervousness still sticking there.

Also, this fucking headphone is uncomfortable as hell, he better let this go or else-

As soon as he pulled out his headphone, his ear was greeted by the loudest cheers he’d ever heard from the audience. Although he’d heard many kinds of cheers from many EVO tournament he’d watched, this cheer, however, was different.

The crowd were cheering for North America.

They were cheering for him.

He is their last hope to show what North American players could do.

And somehow, it replaced all the pressure in his mind with a newfound determination.

Grinning with pride, he relaxed his grip on his arcade pad.

Time for GorgeousMan to defeat his enemies with style~

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(From the audience seat, Dean smiled. Looks like his plan worked perfectly.)

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Up forward, 4, 4, dash, 1, 2, dash, 1, dash, 1, 2, forward two times, 1, forward three times and press 2 and 4 at the same time.

That’ll be the final hit and-

“- and then OH MY GOD, HE DID IT!!!”

He jolted out from his seat and started to shout out of his mind, joined by thousands of the crowd’s erupted cheers.

His clothes were soaked with cold sweat and tears were falling down his cheek, but he didn’t care at all.

He’d reached the level he’d thought he never reach with his own skills.

Screw being a politician like his family once wanted, being himself is already addicting enou-

“NICE JOB, NIE!!!”

His body got tackled by a familiar hug of Dean’s, which he then returned the hug tightly. A warm feeling crept into his heart as he saw his roommate also tightened the hug. “I couldn’t do it without you, darling. Thank you for your companion.”

Dean flashed the brightest and most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. “Nah, Nie. You did it yourself.” He pulled himself out from the taller man’s side and pointed out at the crowd. “They’re for you. You proved that American players aren’t weak at all, and the cheers are their way of saying thank you. The only thing I did was just to convinced them to cheer for you.”

“Their cheers are your reward now. Go and respond to them.”

And then, he broke down in tears, sobbing out loud in both relief and happiness.

He was lucky to have a friend like him.

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(Dean glanced at adv1s0r’s frustration face, he swore he saw a man in a suit on the corner of his eyes, but then he’s gone when he tried to take a good look at him, along with adv1s0r herself.)

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XXth October 20XX, the day when its Match of The Year became one of the most memorable among Tekken players, a name was known to the entirety of every North American player and worldwide as one of the sole North American Tekken players who managed to reach the finals through the winner’s bracket. 

After placing himself on the 3rd place of EVO Tournament, he kept moving forward to annual EVO Japan and later Tekken World Tour after getting accepted by Black Mesa org.

Since then, he was feared as The Player in Black Hooded Suit, GorgeousMan.

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Footnotes:

- Players with (*) mark exist IRL. GO1, however, isn’t a Tekken player.

-(Up forward, 4, 4, dash, 1, 2, dash, 1, dash, 1, 2, forward two times, 1, forward three times and press 2 and 4 at the same time.) : One of King’s combo, resulting in 69 damages in 9 hits.

#Players' Background Stories #DFree #GorgeousMan

[mvdbutler]

Quarantine with a Ladies' Man WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, promotions, wrestlers, events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. All characters depicted in this fiction are over 18 years of age. I do not own WWE, Monday Night Raw, NXT or any of its current or former wrestlers/characters. I am making no money as a result of the writing of this story. Starring: Charly Caruso (WWE), Angel Garza (WWE) Quarantine with a Ladies’ Man An erotic WWE fan-fiction story. by DaxG2001 ([email protected]) Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal, inter. * * * March, 23, 2020. The WWE Performance Center in Orlando, Florida. “That… That was a little too close for comfort.” Charly Caruso, the gorgeous WWE interviewer and on-screen personality said to herself. Making her way backstage after her in-ring segment for Monday Night Raw interviewing Shayna Baszler was cut short, after rival Becky Lynch got some payback with a steel chair attack. “Forget social distancing, I’ve got to worry about chair attacks now!” She joked to herself. Dressed in a lovely black, sleeveless dress and high heels. “Social distancing?” Her attention was grabbed by the sound of a suave, Latino voice as she stopped to turn. Her eyes roaming over the handsome, hunky form of the self-proclaimed Ladies’ Man of the WWE, in the Hispanic hunk Angel Garza. Smiling, Garza was still clad in his pink ring attire from the victorious match he had earlier. “That sounds pretty boring to me… Why would anyone keep their distance from someone as lovely, and sexy, as you Charly...” He said, pouring on the charms as he approached the interviewer. “You, ummmm, know what I meant, Angel...” Charly replied, a blush coming across her gorgeous cheeks as she smiled a little at the man coming towards her. “Oh, I know… And I stand by what I said...” He smiles, standing in front of her. “A lovely thing like you, all alone? That’s impossible, surely!” He flattered her as he took a moment to scan over her curvy form. “But you know? With me around, and me being the only true Ladies’ Man in the building, let alone the WWE? I am very, very capable of keeping you company for the rest of the evening...” He boldly said, stepping in as he brought a hand up to toy with a strand of her long, brunette hair. “W-Well, that’s sweet of you to offer and all, Angel.” Flustered, Charly stepped back for a moment. “But I’m sure you manager and your tag team partner would object, right?” She claimed, perhaps looking for an excuse as his seductive charms were clearly working as they’ve done to her during on-screen interviews before. “Oh, them? Please...” He waved a hand, still smiling and oozing confidence. “Vega’s probably off demanding a title match right now… And Andrade will be halfway back home or to a hotel with his woman by now… So that means I’ve got a nice little locker room free for the both of us to, you know, play out a little ‘Quarantine’ of our own...” He says with a chuckle, making light of the situation the WWE and the rest of the world has had to deal with resulting in this unheard of closed doors shows without fans the WWE is putting on. “Quarantine, huh?” Charly smirked a little herself, not doing a good job at hiding how she was checking out the Hispanic Casanova. “Would this quarantine of yours involve you, me, and probably losing a lot of clothes?” She bluntly asked, as she smoking hot eyes locked a gaze onto him. “It seems my reputation precedes itself… Guilty as charged!” Garza admits without shame, holding his hands up like he’s been caught out. “Is that a problem, mamacita?” He smirks again, seeing how his target of desire was falling deeper for his charms. “...No, not at all...” Caruso said, as her tongue flicked over her upper lip a little. “So, where um, is this locker room you were talking about?” * * * Minutes later in one of the makeshift locker rooms created in the Performance Center for the TV broadcasts, Charly Caruso and Angel Garza have both shed their clothes to leave them hastily scattered across the floor. Caruso on her knees, her rounded, nicely sized tits and her thick rounded ass on display. Staring up with lust and awe as she takes a hold of the very fittingly long and fat cock of the Ladies’ Man as his muscular, dark-toned skinned body is in full display. Biting down on her bottom lip for a moment as she gives him a couple of pumps to make sure he’s hard. “Fuck! I can see why you’re the damn Ladies’ Man around here alright!” Caruso gushed with a sexy blush on her cheeks. Not being so intimidated that she doesn’t know what to do however. Leaning in and making him moan as she presses her full, pouty lips against his cock head for a deep smooch. Starting to lick across the crown of that big Latino cock as she works over the head with a slow, swirling motion. Making herself groan at the sinful act before she moves down, flicking at his base for a moment before dragging her wet tongue up the side and circling around the head for good measure. Her hand giving a couple of pumps as well as she applies a light coat of spit onto that thick bell-end. “Mmmmm… Yeah, mami… And you know that I can handle the ladies, too...” Angel brags as he grins broadly, as any man would who’d managed to easily seduce the stunning interviewer like he has. Enjoying the rewards of his well practised work as he moaned out louder when Charly parted those big lips of hers and took his length into her oral hole. Letting him feel the warm and wetness of her mouth as the American stunner started to suck on his big Mexican cock. “Mmmmm… And I can see it’s not just a microphone… Ahhhhh… That you know how to handle!” He said with approval as he stared down. Admiring those rounded tits and the fit body of the woman kneeling in front of him. Watching his pole vanish up into her mouth as she pushed up and down to get into the motion. “Mmmmmphh! Mmmmm! Mmmmm...” The Indianapolis, Indiana-born beauty moaned around the big cock she was slipping in and out between her juicy lips as she kept them expertly wrapped around his thick size. Showing this was far from her first time handling some cock as she smoothly bobbed her head up and down along his length. Already taking half of his size into her talented mouth. “Hmmmmppphhh! Mmmmm… Mmmmmphhhh...” Her shoulder length hair starting to sway back and forth as she used the lusty motion to blow a Superstar she should be interviewing instead of sucking off in a locker room. Her groans and the fact her nipples are hard just from dishing out a blowjob showing she’s far from caring about the fact she’s conducting a very unprofessional act with a co-worker. Her smoky eyes staring up with desire as she gradually pushes further down onto his shaft. Garza, with his reputation of being a skirt chaser, just smiles as he stares and moans since this is what he wanted all along. A hot female on her knees, slurping away on his big, thick cock and getting him coated with saliva. He planned on getting a lot more out of her as well before the night was over. For now the former Cruiserweight Champion was more than satisfied to take some oral pleasure from the TV host and personality. Watching his length disappear between those full lips of hers before it reappeared again as she repeated the sinful motion. The spit starting to drip of his inches to land down onto her exposed chest as she bobbed away. “Mmmmm! Mmmmmphhh!! Mmmmm!” Her sucking increased as her hand moved to just hold and slide up his thighs as she took him even deeper, much to the Latino hunk’s delight as that pretty white face moved down towards his crotch. Not a hint of gagging heard at all from her as his shaft passed beyond her mouth to let him experience how pleasurably snug her throat was. Her eyes narrowed with desire as she slurped up and down. The spit trickling down her chin and not caring about the mess as she bobbed away on the man who has been using his charms on her for weeks on WWE TV. Eventually, she pulled off from with a loud, lusty gasp as she licked her lips. Spitting down onto his rod and using both hands to give him a round of quick strokes to really work her saliva all over that delicious, big cock. “Mmmmm! Take it you liked the taste… Ahhhhh… Of a Ladies’ Man’s cock, huh mamacita?” Garza grinned as he watched her pump. Not even trying to hide the fact Caruso is just another notch on his bedpost. “Mmmmm yeah… I fucking loved it!” Charly purred with a sexy smile of her own before she let go of his cock. Standing up as she turned to move. A deliberate sway of her rounded hips and a saucy look back over the shoulder as she took a seat on the couch in the dressing room. Spreading her legs invitingly wide to be far from subtle. “But I think it’s time you backed up what you said about handling the ladies as well...” She said with a smirk. Showing off her already wet pussy to the WWE stud. “My great, great pleasure, mami...” Garza said as he came right over, and didn’t waste time with stopping to put on a rubber either. Just shifting down onto position, leaning over Caruso as he lined his big, Hispanic cock with that tight, white pussy. Pushing in to make both of them groan as her hands already went up to hold onto his shoulders as he penetrated her snatch. “MMMMM… And I really do mean my pleasure! Mmmmmm...” He voiced his approval, feeling how snug her inner walls were around his thickness. Not enjoying the moment too long as he soon got to work with his job. Drawing his hips back before he pushed in to fill her snatch up with his dick and get her groaning with delight as it was his turn now to build up a rhythm. “Oh fuck!! MMMMM… Oh shit, that’s fucking big! Mmmmm...” The TV host also known as Charly Arnolt moaned her approval as she stared down between her spread legs for a moment. Watching the big cock she’d just been slobbering all over now getting stuffed into another of her just as pleasurable holes. Her pussy being spread open wonderfully by the thick invasion to give her already so much pleasure she didn’t give a second thought to the fact this was some bareback action. “Oh yeah! Give it to me! MMMMM FUCK… So fucking big! MMMM...” She groaned, her eyes going back up to the stud she’s given herself to having fallen for his charms, and seeing a handsome, grinning face in return that made her again blush and bite her lip. Even as she took his big dick nice and deep into her wet and willing twat. Taking advantage of the staring, the stud from Monterrey, Mexico leaned down, pressing his lips against the full, ripe ones of the beauty he was pumping his big, stiff cock into. Smiling into the smooch as she all too easily and quickly returned the lip lock to work her lips against his. The two soon exchanging moans along with a little spit as he pushed his tongue into her eager oral hole. Rewarding her by sliding his member deeper into her slot as his crotch smacked off her body for the first time. A groan from her muffled as they made out. His tongue commanding things as he worked over hers for a different kind of wrestling than the in-ring style he’s known for. “MMMMM!! Mmmmmphh!! MMMMM...” Caruso just groaned with closed eyes, giving herself completely to the charming Latino Superstar. Her curvy body starting to slide against the couch as she shifted back each time his cock pushed in balls deep into her wet, tight pussy. Her rounded tits nicely bouncing away as she got filled up by the man she was interviewing on screen for the broadcast of WWE Raw earlier in the night. Now getting banged inside of his locker room as he briskly and stiffly pumped in and out of her box. Knowing full well he’s only using her to get some action from a female he sees as beautiful, but giving her such a good time already with his smooth and steady thrusts that she couldn’t care less she’d going to be pumped and perhaps dumped afterwards. Finally breaking the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva from their panting lips, Garza soon smiled handsomely again as he leaned back. Moving a hand down to capture her tit and squeeze it as he pumped back and forth. The smack of his body connecting with hers as he bottomed out ringing out around the room along with their moans. The beauty he was on top of responding by putting her hand on his to deepen the grope, craving extra pleasure even with his length buried nice and deep into her slot. He was more than happy to oblige as he fondled away at her mound to keep her groaning even as it jiggled in his grip from her jolting motion on the couch. “MMMMM… You’ve got a wonderful body, Charly… I’m very lucky… AHHHHH… To get to be your lover tonight...” Angel said seductively, still working his Casanova-like magic onto her even though he’s already gotten his dick in two of her holes already so far. “MMMMM FUCK!! I bet… MMMMM!! You fucking say that… AHHHHH FUCK!!” Charly groaned out, lustfully staring at the hunk pumping away into her. “To all the women… MMMMM!! You pick up to screw!” She says before moaning again. Showing how good this sex must be that she still wants more even when she knows she’s just another conquest of his. “Who? Me? MMMMM…” Garza let out a chuckle as he pulled out of her snatch, thinking of a new position to take her in. “Guess you can read me like a book, mami...” He’s about to brag some more, as any man would with a horny hottie wanting more of them. But she cut him off, pulling him down to the couch and making him sit as she quickly and lustfully swung a leg over to mount his lap. “And I can fucking fuck like a fucking pornstar!” Caruso grinned widely as she reached down, not wanting a break in the action as she slipped his big dick back into her needy snatch. “MMMMM FUCK!! Oooooooooh yessssss MMMMM!!” The stunning host for WWE and ESPN moaned out as she sharply dropped down, stuffing her wet snatch full with the long dick she’s become quite addicted to already. Gripping the back of the couch as she started to shift up and down onto him. Making that slap of her ass meeting this thighs sound out to mix with their moans as she started to ride that cock with a purpose. “MMMMMM AHHHHHH!! FUCK!! MMMMM...” She groaned out, sweat starting to form over that gorgeous white body as she bounced up and down on that fat Hispanic cock to fill herself up over and over each time she dropped down to take him balls deep. Soon enough quickly rising up to the mid-point just to shove herself right back onto him with shameless, moaning delight. “Si, mami! MMMMM!! That’s how I like it! MMMMM!!” The former NXT Cruiserweight Champion grinned as he watched the horny interviewer fuck herself almost silly already on his cock. Seeing the fruits of having both charmed his way into her panties and now driven her wild with his superior sexual skill. Leaving him free to roam his hands over her stunning body. Capturing both tits in his hands so he can squeeze away at them to make her head tilt back with approval as she groaned. “I always love it when my women… MMMMM!! Show me what they want...” He bragged between his own moans. Encouraging her to keep bouncing away as his fingers teased and rubbed her hard nipples as her breasts bounced in his grasp. “MMMMM!! FUCK YES!! UHHHHH!! Gonna… MMMMM!! Gonna fuck you real fucking good! MMMMM!!” She sinfully vowed in very un-PG language as she continued to briskly ride away on the dick she was mounted on. Her shoulder length hair sway as she shifted up and down. Her shapely ass cheeks jiggling witch each contact against his muscular body when she dropped downward. So wet downstairs that the slurping sound of juices escaping over that cock were just about heard with their loud, shameless moans and the slap of skin meeting skin. “MMMMM… OH FUCK… FUCK! FUCK FUCK MMMMMM!!” Her speech was sounding more suited for a pornstar than a sports TV host, but the look of pleasure on her face showed she couldn’t care less that she was being far removed from the professional interviewer she’s known to be. Bouncing away with strong desire for the man who had successfully and then some seduced her into blowing then riding his big cock. The third-generation wrestler was having his cake and eating it. Even when most men would be more than happy with having a lusty beauty riding wildly up and down on their cock like Garza is currently taking. He however leaned in. Capturing a nipple into his mouth to wrap his lips around it and start to suck. Making her groan out as she responded with a hand going to the back of his head to encourage the motion. Making him smile around that nub as he slurped onto her tit while it bounced from her constant riding. His other hand sneaking around to take a hold of her backside, soon delivering a firm smack to make her gasp and keep that butt jiggling away. His moans now muffled by her tits as he switched to start licking and sucking on her other rounded mound. Showing the Ladies’ Man of the WWE knew exactly what buttons to press to get the most out of his lovers. “OH FUCK! FUCK YES! YES YES YESSSSSSSSS AHHHHH OOOOOOOOH...” Caruso groaned out with her lips stuck in a perfect O-shape as she started to cum nice and hard as she fucked herself on Angel’s massive, fat cock. Juices flowing down and her pussy walls gripping that length to keep him moaning into her tits as he sucked on them. Showing off his own skill has he stayed hard despite the increased pressure. Allowing the beautiful brunette to ride out her sexual high as she kept moving up and down. Gradually slowing down as she came back down to Earth, eventually just grinding her dripping snatch against that addictive cock she’d stuffed into herself. Her fingers gripping his hair to forcefully pull him away from her rack as she licked her full lips. “More!” Charly growled sinfully, dismounting him and moving to kneel on the seating of the couch. Sticking her rounded, sexy out as her arms rested to cross in front of her on the back so she was almost in a doggy style position. “If you insist, mami...” Garza just smiled broadly, wiping sweat from his forehead as he moved to stand then get behind her. “I do like to think I bring out the best in my women, after all...” He chuckled handsomely as he spread her ass cheeks apart to expose the final of her pleasurable holes that he’s yet to sample. Spitting down onto that entrance to make her groan as she looked back. “Less talk, more of that big fucking dick in my ass!” Caruso demanded, showing her need as she already pushed back into her hands as he felt her up. “Keep up that kind of talk mamacita, and you might just be my first return visit...” Angel claimed with a smirk as he gave the needy beauty what she wanted. Pushing his fat Latino cock into her tight white ass to make them both start moaning out once again. Instantly one of her hands moving to go down under her body and straight to her snatch for some rubbing stimulation. The hunk behind her just focusing on working his shaft in and out of her tightest of holes. “MMMMM… And an ass like this… MMMMM! FUCK!! Definitely puts you to the top of my list of women...” He said for a dirty compliment, that even while having seduced her into such a horny state he’s still just judging her by how good of a fuck she is. That ranking rocketing up thanks to his cock now easing in and out of her juicy rump as he starts to fuck her. “FUCK! MMMMM… OH FUCK YEAH!! MMMMM!!” The stunning interviewer tilted her head back, showing that even with him going into her ass basically dry (her juices over his cock and that bit of spit barely being proper lube) she was no stranger to anal action. Already rocking back a little on her knees in time with the motion of that cock entering her vice-like asshole. “MMMMM!! Give me that fucking dick… AHHHHH FUCK!! Deep in my fucking ass! MMMM!!” Her fingers brushing back and forth across her soaked lower lips so she kept moaning out even when most women would be tapping out, Superstar or otherwise, having to try and handle such a slab of man-meat. Her eyes still locked onto her handsome, Hispanic lover as she gazed with desire and pushed her rounded white booty back to take that cock deeper. “Si, mami! MMMMM!! If you can take it? AHHHHH SHIT… I can deliver!” That smile never left the former NXT Cruiserweight Champion’s face as he got into the steady, smooth motion to properly pump into her butt now that they were both used to the feeling. Her back passage still tight around his rod but now he was able to firmly move in and out. Making her thick cheeks ripple with each motion as he kept her in place with hands on her midsection. Staring down to watch the stunning sight of his shaft disappearing into her rump before reappearing moments later. More than happy to give this lusty beauty the kind of fucking she hadn’t planned on taking when the night began. Thanks to his seductive charms and top notch sexual ability however he’d turned the TV host into a far more XXX-rated performer rather than a PG-TV star she’s supposed to be. “FUCK… FUCK!! MMMMMM FUCK… UHHHHH MY ASS!! MMMMMM OOOOOOOH!!” Sweat dripped off of her stunning face, with loose strands of her hair sticking to her cheeks and over the forehead. Her tits swaying underneath her as she rocked back and forth, once again fucking herself on that thick length but this time as it was actively pumped stiffly into her. Keeping her cheeks shaking from the force of both their motions as he fitted nice and deep into her tightness. “UHHHH!! MORE! MMMMM… Don’t… UHHHH!! DON’T FUCKING STOP!! MMMMM...” The pleasure she was getting making her now go from rubbing to fingering her already soaking wet pussy. Shoving a couple digits in nice and deep as her eyes closed as her head rested on the back of the couch she was being fucked on. Her loud, pornstar-quality moans echoing around the locker room to accompany the slap of his muscular Latino frame colliding with that PAWG ass to keep it shaking sexily. Sweat too pouring off of the toned to say the least body of the resident Ladies’ Man of the WWE as he earned his reputation and then some. Briskly pumping his big, thick cock between the juicy cheeks of the on-screen interviewer of Monday Night Raw. Still grinning, seeing how his charms had turned the once professional woman into an anal-loving temptress. Her loud moans sweet victory music to his ears and more then fuelling him to keep driving his length into her still super tight asshole even as he’s stretched her back passage out to at least accept his cock. Allowing his crotch to smack off her rump each time he drills her for a round of butt fucking that would otherwise render most women unable to walk straight for well over a week. Caruso however in such a high state of lust thanks in part to his expert seduction that she was craving more and more. Driving herself hard into a second orgasm as her eyes rolled upward and drool hung from those pouty lips as her teeth clenched together from the high ripping through her body. Juices gushing out to soak not just her fingers but her hand and wrist as she finger banged herself through this anal-induced orgasm. More slumping against the couch rather than just resting on it as her energy got sapped. Her pushes back mistimed and lacking the force from before as she just rode out the sexual peak. Before letting out a long gasp that would have fitted perfectly in a porno film as her hand finally fell away from her spent snatch to leave juices dripping down her thighs and onto the seating. It was one thing to endure the tightening of her snatch when she first came, but a second round was even too much for the Hispanic Casanova to handle. Managing a couple more pumps into that stunning rump before he pulled out with a deep grunt. His rod pulsing even without being touched as he turned the tired beauty around so she leaned back to sit on the couch. That cocky smile, and for good reason, still on his sweat-coated face and he knelt over her and stroked his length. Aiming at her face for an obvious target. Worn out and with closed eyes, Charly only knew what was happening when she felt the first blast of hot, thick spunk from that Mexican cock splashing over her stunning American facial features. Making her groan with approval and her mouth open as her tongue stuck out, getting soon rewarded with bursts of spunk loosely shot and intended landing on her and into that oral hole. Most of his load painting her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Resulting in some of the cum matting into the strands of hair already stuck to her face from this wild locker room fuck. She didn’t care about such a shameful mess. Using a hand to carefully clear away jizz from close to her eyes so she could look at him as he finally let go of his spent cock. Leaving her to press her lips together and swallow down the collected spunk from his load with a single, greedy gulp. “So, mamacita… Do I live up to my reputation?” Angel asked as he stood up. Admiring his work and not just of his cum all over that pretty face of his conquest for the night. “Mmmmm… All that, and then some...” Charly purred with a saucy smile, made hotter by the spunk dripping from those big lips. “Like I say, I always take care of my women… It’s what a true Ladies’ Man does!” He bragged, stepping back as he moved across the room to scoop up his ring attire from the floor to slip it back on. “Oh I know… And I know I’m just one of many women you’ll fuck and dump too...” Caruso said but with a sexy laugh, showing that after a great fuck like that she was perfectly happy to be a notch on the bedpost to him. “Hey, that might be true for most women I’m with… But you? I think you deserve say, a second date or two...” Garza said after he’d put back on his boots and pads to be already dressed – like he’s made a quick getaway before in the past after some action. “So what? I’ve just got to get on my knees, spread my legs, or let you tap my ass to get some more of you?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. Her tone sounding like she wasn’t against the idea. “Well, if you put it like that?” Angel just smiled and gave her a wink. “Pretty much, mami.” “...I think that can be arranged...” Charly said, grinning back as she started to scoop up the spunk from her face so could seductively lick it off her finger for a last encouraging show for him. “...Man, it’s so tough sometimes to be a Ladies’ Man...” Angel said with a bragging laugh, as he’s completely lived up to his reputation and then some.

#charly arnolt #charly caruso #angel garza

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Marine reunion; Joe Mazzello x Military!reader

*Author’s note*

As a little decompresser before I go to take my second final, I thought everyone who is suffering as I am could do with a little Joey fluff. So I want to wish anyone who is currently doing their finals the best of luck and I hope this distracts you for a brief moment of all the stress that we’re all going through at this very moment.

Sidenote if I get anything wrong in regard to Marine rankings, PLEASE let me know, I want to do justice esp. since my dad was a former Marine himself, so just send me a message or comment below and politely correct me if I’ve missed something. Thank you all and happy reading and good luck on your finals. And may the odds forever be in our favor.

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“Hey guys it’s (y/n) (l/n). Or to any of my military pals out there this is Staff Sergeant (l/n) of the United States Marines. I just landed in London and I am about to head over to the Bohemian Rhapsody set. I didn’t want to do this live on my Instagram because I don’t want the surprise to be ruined but I will have it posted on there soon. I’ve got to go get my bag but I’ll check back in later, over and out.”

I went over to the baggage claim and waited for my duffle bag as well as my suitcase to come out.  Even as an American once people saw me in my uniform, they saluted me or came up to me and told me that I was doing a good thing serving my country.  I graciously thanked them and soon my bags came in. As I walked out with my bags I soon saw a man in a black suit with a sign that read.

S.S (L/n).

I knew right then that this was my ride.  I had called my good friend Rami Malek and told him of the special surprise I was hoping to do for my boyfriend Joe Mazzello and Rami had actually arranged a cab to take me straight to the set of Bohemian Rhapsody.  I walked up to the man and he said.

“Ms. (l/n)?”

“That is correct sir.”

“Hope you had a safe flight ma’am. I’m Lewis and I will be driving you over to the film set.”

“Thank you so much Lewis.” I thanked him.

“No need, my grandfather fought in the South Pacific.” He said.  He took my suitcase leaving me with my duffle and the two of us headed out and got into the car.  I took my phone back out and went back to the video setting and said.

“Okay so I am in the car right now, I just got picked up by this lovely gentleman right here, care to say hello Lewis?” I flipped the camera vision around to show Lewis and he turned around and waved before I flipped the screen back to me. “He’s going to be taking me to the set. Hopefully no one’s spilled the beans to Joe, but I think it’s gonna be good. I’ll touch base back once we get to set.”

You see I had known Joe and Rami since forever.  In fact I was currently at the same bootcamp that they were training in in order to get into their characters for a little project called ‘The Pacific.’ And Joe was playing a great hero known in the Corp, Corporal Eugene Sledge. I was at bootcamp for about 7 months at the time when I first met them, but we became good friends with each other.

As much as we could, we’d touch base with each other whenever there was a break from their lessons and I had a day of rest for a bit before going back to resume training.  I taught them as much as I knew of the Marine’s history and they took each thing I said to heart to help with their roles.

As time passed on, contact with them grew less and less until one day at my 18 month temporary leave from Iraq, I met up with Joe at a club.  He was apparently in the middle of developing a project about his brother, John who was a baseball player.  Then one thing led to another and soon we began to date.

Of course the distance between not only my leaving for deployment but his acting career was sometimes strained but somehow we still managed to work out.  I had been told from him through a phone call once he had gotten the okay to tell people, that he had been casted as Queen’s bass player John Deacon in the new Queen biopic “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

I was so proud of my bae and I was beyond excited because Queen was my all time favorite group growing up.  My mom loved their music and even got to watch their Live Aid performance with my dad when he was on deployment in London.

My family’s always been a military family with my dad’s side.  My grandfather fought in WW2 in the actual Pacific wars, my father fought in Desert storm and now I have been part of the military fleet of taking down Al-Qaida.  In fact I was there and the one to pull the trigger on Osama-Bin Laden himself.

Now I had told Joe that I wasn’t sure whether I would be able to visit the set and watch them film the official Live Aid performance.  Poor Joey took it so hard but he understood and didn’t say another word of it.

But what he didn’t know was that I was lying.  I had gotten the all clear to go on a 1 year deployment leave and I would be arriving on time just before they would film the most iconic rock concert in history.

After about an hour and a half drive through London and me taking pictures of all the sights since I hadn’t been to London, we finally arrived at the set.  I got out of the car and thanked Lewis and he told me it was an honor to drive me, one Military brat to another.

“You must be Joe’s girlfriend.” I turned around to see Graham King the producer of the film.

“Yes. Staff Sargant (Y/n) (l/n), it’s great to finally meet you Mr. King.” We shook hands and he said.

“Please call me Graham. And it’s an honor to have a young Marine like yourself here.”

“Thank you so much for allowing Joe the part, this meant so much to him.”

“Oh believe me he was a blessing in disguise. Practically looks like John Deacon himself.” I laughed softly and agreed with him.  “Do you mind if you record the rest of the video for me?”

“Not at all.” I handed him my phone and he took it and he messed around with it and I said.

“You recording?” He held his finger up and then pointed at me telling me that he was now officially recording. “Well here I am at the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. Weather’s been good to me so far, uhh I’ve got the producer Graham King recording and being my camera man for a bit. And now I’m about to go see Joey.”

“But we gotta make sure we’re quiet because last I was there; they were about to start filming.”

“Okay so let’s hurry and get over to the main stage and see how they all do.” We then walked across the set.  Graham would put the phone down so as to not spoil any secrets until finally we came around the bottom of the tall Wembley stage.

Oh my god, it was just like looking at the actual thing.  And I could see the guys all up on stage in full costume and god did Joey really look like John with that fluffy wig on.  After not seeing him for over a year this was unbelievable, my heart was racing and I almost screamed out to him but I didn’t want to give the surprise away too early, plus I didn’t want the director mad at me for ruining a take.

Graham handed me my phone back and I asked if I was at least allowed to take pics of the boys and he granted me access so long as I didn’t post them on any social media yet.  So I shut off the recording and began to take some pics as the boys began to recreate the full Live Aid concert.

And it was absolutely amazing.  The costumes, the lights, the live playing of their instruments, everything was beautiful. Seeing my good friend Rami embody Freddie on stage was like actually seeing Freddie live and in person, now I know how my mom felt when she was at the real Wembley stadium at the actual performance.

And Joe—oh my Joey.  Playing the bass and doing the famed Disco Deacy moves when need be.  As ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ ended and Radio Gaga came on now, I couldn’t help but sing along and when the double clap came up, I joined in smiling widely as tears formed in my eyes.

Song after song played and I would softly sing along, danced a bit (Crazy little thing called love) and do the stomp-stomp-clap (We will rock you) as well as taking pictures as well as short snippet videos.  Finally the last song ‘We are the Champions’ came on and I swayed softly singing along and watching the boys bring it all the way home.

Just like the real Live Aid performance, these four boys were truly bringing a show and punching a hole in the sky.  By the end of it all, I along with the crowd of over 200 extras were applauding.  Even the crew members were applauding as the four boys stood front and center on stage and Rami did the famed goodbye Freddie did at the real Live Aid.

After calling cut and seeing that the first run through was a huge success and no need to do it again, Graham then took one of the mics and said.

“Alright everyone that’s a wrap on the Live Aid set!” Everyone clapped along with Rami, Gwilym, Ben and Joe.  “And I know it was probably special to one of our actors, Joe will you please stay forward?” Joe got that confused look on his face as Rami pulled the two other boys back and one of the crew members came over to me and led me up towards the back of the stage.

As I raced up the stage and was guided behind the flaps where the boys had come out of before filming started, I felt my adrenaline pumping up as Graham’s voice continued to speak.

“Joe Mazzello playing our bass player John Deacon, we’d like to acknowledge your girlfriend Staff Sergeant (Y/n) (L/n) of the US Marines.” And once again even though as an American officer of the military, Armed forces is Armed forces, so all the British extras and crew members cheered and applauded as Graham continued, “Staff Sergeant (l/n) has been serving in the military for over 10 years, you both met during the set of filming ‘The Pacific’ and we tip our hats to your girlfriend for being part of missions like the fall of Al-Qaida. And the search for Bin-Laden.” The crowd kept cheering and I knew Joe had to be a blushing mess right about now. “So everyone please give it up for Staff Sergeant (l/n)!” two of the cast members playing the volunteers pulled back the flaps and I walked on stage and the crowd roared with applause.  Joe turned around and bless his little heart he fell to the crowd crying.

I walked closer to him until he suddenly shot up like a bullet, sprinted like a freakin cheetah and tackled me in a hug.  Picking me up and spinning me around.  I sobbed into his shirt as I held him as tightly as he was holding me.

I could hear the crowd whistling and cheering, and through my own teary eyes I saw Rami and the two other boys clap and wipe away their tears, I could also see Rami with his phone out probably recording a video of this.

Joe then began kissing all over my face frantically before capturing my lips and not letting up.

“I don’t—I can’t……how did…..oh who the fuck cares you’re here! And you’re back! You’re really here!” he said between hard and deep kisses.

“Ladies and gentlemen please give it up one more time for Staff Sergeant (Y/n) (L/n)!” The crowd cheered one last time as Joe pulled me in for one last kiss, but this time he dipped me backwards in that famed ‘dip kiss’ pose.

After things finally calmed down, Joe and I were walking through the backstage of the Wembley stage and he said.

“I still can’t believe you came. Did you see the whole performance?”

“Yeah I did. Saw it from start to finish. I was watching you the whole time.”

“But how?”

“You can thank the set approval visit from Rami. Also I got approved for a 1 year leave. I can stay here with you and see you film the movie, maybe even go to the premiere. If you’ll have me that is.”

“Oh doll of course I want you there with me. God I just can’t believe you’re here.” He hugged me tight and I buried my face into his neck, playing around with his floofy wig.  It was then I was shocked to see just who a few feet were away from me were.

Going around the set talking with Graham was the real life Brian May and Roger Taylor.

“Oh….my god.” I said star-struck.  Joe turned around and he said,

“You wanna meet them?”

“I—I’ll make a fool of myself I just know it.” I said sheepishly.

“Hey, I was petrified to meet them too but they’re really awesome guys.” I looked up into my boyfriend’s brown eyes and said.

��I swear if you embarrass me we’re finished.” He laughed softly and pecked my cheek before taking my hand and leading me towards the two rock Gods.

“Brian, Roger.” The two rock legends looked up and Brian said.

“Ah Joe, amazing job out there. You all were fantastic; it was like being back at Live Aid.” Brian said.

“Thanks Brian.” Joe thanked them.

“So this is the girl you wouldn’t stop talking about.” Roger said as he turned to look at me.

“Yes, I told you I wasn’t making her up.” Joe teased.  He wrapped his arm around me and said, “Gentlemen, this is the love of my life (Y/n) (l/n). (Y/n) you obviously know Brian and Roger.” I nervously waved and smiled sheepishly.

“I really hope he didn’t overdo it on talking about me.”

“Nonsense, we’ve done the same thing with our wives. It’s great to finally meet you dear.” Brian said with a soft smile and extended his hand out to me.  I shook it and blushed at the fact that Brian May just called me dear.

“Can I just say that it’s just an honor to even be in her royal majesties presence? My mom actually got to see you guys perform in the real Live Aid concert while my dad was deployed here in London back in the mid 80’s.”

“Believe us love, if anyone’s honored to be in someone’s presence it’s us that are honored to meet you. You’re doing your country proud for all the work you’ve done.” Roger said and soon the two members of the greatest rock and roll band actually saluted me.  And I did the best thing I knew.

I saluted her majesties back.

Later that day as the day went on and I got to know Ben and Gwilym more by going out to the pub once filming was over.  I noticed that Joe refused to take off his Yankees hat.  In fact he made sure that no one was going to take it off.

“Joey please take the hat off, there’s no need for it.” I said.

“I don’t think I should.”

“Oh come on, it’s not like you can get wig-hair. Now take it off before you get severe case of hat-hair.”

“(Y/n) it’s for the best that I—” suddenly Gwilym flopped the hat off and gestured,

“This is why he won’t take it off (y/n). He’s got a perm!” The boys then all began to hoot and holler as Joe embarrassingly grabbed his hat and put it back on. However I stopped him and removed the hat to see his full on curly perm. He refused to look at me as he muttered.

“I didn’t know perm stood for permanent.” I smiled at my loveable dork and kissed his cheek and said.

“It looks cute on you.”

“Yeah right.”

“I’m serious. It’s not that bad. When I first enrolled at bootcamp my hairdresser actually screwed up and cut my hair into the Captain Marvel mohawk style. And all I wanted was just a pixie cut.”

“You mean the female captain Marvel style right?”

“Yes.” He looked at me almost imagining it and he said.

“I think you’d look cute with it, hell badass even. I mean when I met you your hair was already midway to your neck.”

“Yeah but never again will I get a mohawk.”

“Oh c’mon babe. If I have to get a perm, then you have to get a mohawk.”

“Absolutely out of the question Mazzello. Now not another word of it or I’ll have you detained for insubordination.”

“Ohh gonna get all naught with me Staff Sergeant?” he mocked as his forehead touched mine.

“We’re still here you know.” Rami’s voice piped in.  Joe and I chuckled nervously and we pecked each other’s lips before I apologized to the guys and we continued our round of drinks.

As the weeks followed and more scenes were being filmed, Joe was currently being fitted into some of the concert footages they were going use as Queen got more publicity.  He now had the long haired wig, wore the black pants, high-heeled boots and the black overcoat with buttoned down white shirt that revealed his chest, you know the Live at the Rainbow Nov. 1974 look.

“Well how do I look?” he asked.

“I swear Joey if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to seduce me with that outfit.” I said as I had been fitted to be one of the extras in the crowd.

I wore a beautiful black floral chiffon cape dress that went down pass my knees. I was fitted with a (h/c) wavy haired wig as well as some black heels and a couple of necklaces and bracelets.

“Oh really?” Oh god he was now slipping into Deacon’s accent.  He slowly walked over toward me and cupped my chin and said still using the accent, “Am I seducing you now love?”

“Possibly.” He smirked at me before lightly kissing me before trailing along my jaw line, up my cheek and towards my ear.

“My beautiful darling, you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” He nipped and kissed around my ear, whispering to me in that accent of his words of love and lustful desires.  I gripped onto his shoulders as I softly moaned, I felt myself get lost in the pleasure of feeling his strong arms around me and his dirty whispers in my ear that I almost didn’t even register the director calling everyone into place. “Care to stay after the show love?” he spoke.

“John Deacon I swear you better take me home after this concert.”

“I will love, that’s a promise.” Joe grinned and kissed me before taking me hand and leading me toward the set.

In the months to come, I was there for Joe each scene that was filmed.  Being an extra in the crowd and when it came time for the premiere, I was right there center stage right by Joe’s side the entire time.  I was so proud and happy for all that’s he’s accomplished and I was so happy that I was allowed to be a part of this massive success.

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[paulstr337]

Overwatch

It's a well known fact that I'm particularly fond of videogames. There's seldom anything more fun than sitting in front of a console or a PC playing a game of some sort. The majority of the games I play are single player where I can travel at my own pace and let the experience wash over me. I'm also a huge Sonic The Hedgehog fan and collect every Sonic game - more on that some other time.  Only a handful of games I own are multi-player and fewer still are competitive multiplayer. So why have I spent over 200 hours playing Overwatch?

I used to think I was "pro gamer". Back on the Mega Drive and Saturn I was the undisputed heavyweight champion when pitted against my friends. It's only when I got an Xbox 360 and could challenge players from around the word I went from a big fish in a small pond to a microscopic fish in an ocean. 

I bought Call of Duty: Modern Warfare on release day and started to sprint through the story missions. It was a dumb, fun, first person shooter (FPS) and it was enjoyable enough. Once night some friends invited me to join them in multiplayer. I eagerly accepted, bight eyed and bushy tailed, ready to go at it against the world. I got a black eye and left with my tail between my legs. In all fairness I continued to bash my head against the horde of online opponents for another 10 hours and all I had to show for it was a splitting headache. There was no staying alive; I'd be killed every 30 seconds and it would be cause for celebration if I could eliminate one other person before I was murdered in one shot by someone I never saw coming. A sickly feeling of déjà vu decended upon me like a bad feeling you just can’t shake.  I took the game disk from my console, calmly placed it back into the case and never played it again. I was so bloodied and battered I didn’t even finish the rest of the story. 

When Overwatch was announced I was already a big Blizzard fan, fully indoctrinated into the cult of World of Warcraft by my then girlfriend / now wife. Overwatch is another FPS but it has a certain excitement and magic only Blizzard games posses. I marvelled at the larger than life characters and tantalising Hero abilities. I watched Closed Beta streams before the game was released, poured over the lore and merrily consumed every morsel of news. I bought the game day one mid-2016 and launched into my first game... I was terrible at it. It was déjà vu all over again. Except, not quite...

Overwtach has one advantage over most other FPS games I'd failed at; you didn't need to kill people to succeed. I learnt the ropes as a Healer and a Tank, protecting my team from the hail of enemy bullets and abilities. I thought I was having fun yet I eyed the character select screen with envy at the people playing Damage heroes (DPS for short). They oozed a certain coolness but when I picked a DPS hero my team would be at a disadvantage, so bumbling and useless I was at killing anything that moved. Gradually I got a bit better and the kills came a little easier. Sure I was still dying a ton but the bright and cheery disposition of the game kept me playing. It was just so damn fun I didn’t care I was watching the re-spawn timer more than I was actually playing until suddenly I realised I was dying a little less and killing a little more. I played an aggressive Tank character called D.Va where I had my first “A-ha!” moment and made not dying a priority. I grew in confidence so much I even practised Tracer, the games poster girl; a high skill DPS hero with the ability to zip around the map and rewind time.  

I was stuck at Bronze rank for the longest time. Competitive multiplayer in Overwatch ranks you from Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond and at the top Masters. So even when I was doing well it was against other similarly skilled players. My wife reached the heady heights of Platinum, mainlining one particular hero she liked. I tried to stick to the "meta", the agreed upon list of characters most widely thought to be the best. I practiced a lot. I played with my Wife so she could help me learn how to improve. I studied videos online about how to improve, warmed up in the practice range, even got a “gamer” mouse and pad. In my mind I was going through a Rocky style training montage and game competitive my all. After a gargantuan amount of effort my payoff some 20 hours later? I’m now Silver. The second lowest rank in the game. Am I upset about it? No!

You see, the main thing I learned from my Wife is it doesn’t matter which character you play or how well you do, just that you have fun doing so. I stopped caring about every loss and was able to shrug them off and move on. I've actually stopped caring about ranked competitive mode altogether actually. My mission at the moment is to get good as Reaper; the games pantomime villain who wears a black clock and a cattle skull mask. His speciality is looking emo as all heck and throwing his duel wielded shotguns to the ground with disdain when they run out of bullets, only to magically pull two more shotguns from the either inside his robe to continue to blast at anyone he catches unawares. 

I'm not sure I'll ever rank higher than Silver but I'm not sure I'd have as much fun trying.

[blackchristiannation]

New Documents Reveal How FBI Deployed a Black Televangelist to Discredit Martin Luther King Jr. in the 60s

[caption id="attachment_422797" align="aligncenter" width="550"] Elder Lightfoot Solomon Michaux[/caption] In 2017, the National Archives released a new trove of FBI files in response to a Freedom of Information Act request I made. The security-screened documents reveal how the bureau solicited and received sacred assistance in their crusade to discredit Martin Luther King, Jr. during the civil rights movement. The FBI’s efforts to destroy King’s reputation are well known, but less known is how the bureau colluded with Elder Lightfoot Solomon Michaux, then a widely successful black radio preacher and televangelist, in their campaign against King. Michaux coordinated with the FBI to protest King and to preach sermons that laundered the bureau’s counterintelligence against the civil rights icon. As the nation marks 50 years since the untimely assassination of King, the revelation prompts a time of reflection for the televangelists that comprise President Trump’s evangelical advisory board specifically, and people of faith more broadly. Michaux was one of the nation’s leading clergymen from the beginning of his national CBS radio show in 1929 until his death in 1968. He became the nation’s first minister—black or white—to have his own weekly television show beginning in 1947. With little formal education, the leader of the non-denominational Church of God utilized his radio and later television fame to become an insider at the White House. He offered invocations for President Franklin Roosevelt at public events. The Roosevelt administration in turn granted him a large loan to construct segregated public housing in Washington, D.C. At the time, it was the largest loan ever given to an African American organization. He was also a favorite of President Harry Truman, visiting the White House several times, and even introducing Truman to black luminaries such as heavyweight boxing champion Jersey Joe Walcott. Michaux was also one of the most frequent black guests at the White House under President Dwight Eisenhower. However, his closest relationship in the executive branch was with FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover. The two began corresponding in 1939 and they became quick friends. Hoover, a Sunday school teacher and trustee of the National Presbyterian Church in D.C., was a fan of Michaux’s television ministry. “Whenever I am home,” he wrote to Michaux, “I always endeavor to follow you on television. … I think that you have been making a very fine contribution.” The admiration was mutual, with Michaux seeing Hoover as “a minister of God” and his FBI as “second in importance only to the church.” They shared the belief that America was a Christian nation whose democracy could be perfected through individual Christian salvation, not the restructuring of prevailing social, political, or economic arrangements. There was nothing plaguing America’s perceived Christian democracy—not racism, poverty, nor communism—that a spiritual awakening could not fix. This belief set both men on a collision course with King and his religious calls for the restructuring of America’s racial and economic status quo. In an FBI memo following the historic March on Washington, the FBI labeled King “the most dangerous and effective Negro leader in the country” and the nation’s top domestic security risk. The bureau had no evidence that King was a communist; in fact, the FBI concluded King and the civil rights movement he led were too religious to be influenced by communism. Contrary to the evidence, though, Hoover persisted in believing King had fallen under the influence of godless communism. King was leading the nation “in a form of racial revolution,” so he had to be stopped. On the same day the memo was drafted, the FBI sought Michaux’s help. The evangelist immediately launched a coordinated public critique against King and the gospel the civil rights minister preached. Michaux preached a radio sermon from the nation’s capital on CBS Standard and FM radio affiliates. The homily opposed the March on Washington and King’s historic “I Have a Dream” speech. Michaux used the Lord’s Prayer from the Gospel of Luke as his sermon text, proclaiming that King’s dream of racial equality would only materialize when God’s rule was established in the hearts of men. “Yes, righteousness will flow like a mighty stream,” Michaux said, quoting King. However, he qualified, it would only happen “when the kingdoms of this world become the Kingdom of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ—but not until then according to God’s Word.” Advocating for legislative change was futile, according to Michaux; changing hearts was the only way to bring about racial equality. He closed the sermon by telling his listeners to cease marching and simply “seek to do the will of God and be blessed.” It was one thing to hear this from white evangelists like Billy Graham, but it was a weightier matter to hear it from a pioneering black cleric. Michaux and the bureau also targeted the White House with the sermon. It was transcribed and sent to President John F. Kennedy. “I felt that you would like to know the opinion more or less of those who reach the ears of the Public on such a vital subject,” Michaux wrote to the president. King’s star was rising, but Michaux reminded Kennedy that he was America’s preeminent black cleric. The bureau and Michaux wanted the president to see that King’s gospel was false and was not representative of the majority of the nation’s Christians, even black Protestants. Michaux’s sermon stirred a pot that was already boiling within the administration. Two weeks later, a concerned Attorney General Robert Kennedy finally relented and granted the FBI a long-awaited gift: permission to conduct technical surveillance on King. The president’s brother authorized the FBI to wiretap King’s home “or at any future address to which he may move.” The FBI returned to this wellspring of cooperation with Michaux when Hoover and King had a public spat. King accused the bureau of being a tool of white supremacy, noting, “If an FBI man agrees with segregation, he can’t honestly and objectively investigate.” Hoover responded in kind. During a press conference, the FBI chief stated that King was no minister or righteous spokesman. He was actually “the most notorious liar in the United States” and “one of the lowest characters in the country.” The bureau then requested a meeting with Michaux and concocted a plan to authenticate the boss’s claims. The FBI provided Michaux with two documents meant for bureau employees only: an internal monograph on civil rights and a flattering catalogue of FBI “accomplishments in the field of civil rights.” Michaux simply copied the FBI’s confidential information and inserted it in an open letter to King, original spelling errors and all. Michaux released to newswire services the four-page letter, instructing the civil rights leader to apologize to Hoover and the FBI. The release of the open letter was coordinated with the distribution of the bureau’s “strictly confidential” report on King’s “immoral” personal conduct to a critical mass of politicos and government agencies, including the White House. Michaux’s dispatch served to buttress the bureau’s two-page report on King. For good measure, the preacher followed up the open letter with a sermon. He told hundreds of worshipers, as well as journalists and thousands of broadcast listeners, that the “breach” between Hoover and King was King’s fault, and the rift possessed cosmic implications. King’s recalcitrance opened “an avenue through which the Communists can infiltrate this country” and all black citizens would be blamed as the “avenue” of communist infiltration and exploitation. Michaux warned: “This thing can cause the Negro in America to be put back 100 years.” The following day, on January 4, 1965, Hoover thanked Michaux for the sermon. “I read the account of your sermon for January 3rd as reported by the Washington Post and Times Herald, and want to take this opportunity to thank you for your support of my administration of the FBI,” Hoover wrote in a letter. “Your straightforward remarks concerning this Bureau’s role in civil rights matters are a source of encouragement.” Nothing was more encouraging than having the national press parrot the bureau’s own views under the guise of a minister. Hoover closed his thank-you note: “You may be assured my associates join me in expressing appreciation.” Michaux and the bureau continued their sacred ambush. On Thursday April 1, 1965, the preacher and more than 100 of his Church of God parishioners converged on Baltimore, Maryland, to launch an FBI-approved protest against King. King and the executive board of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) were in the city holding meetings inside the Lord Baltimore Hotel. They were fresh from the triumphant voting rights march from Selma to Montgomery. They gathered at the hotel to plan the Summer Community Organizing and Political Education project (SCOPE). The campaign included a voter registration drive across the south and an economic boycott of the state of Alabama. SCOPE aimed to organize and register black voters as well as galvanize support for the 1965 Voting Rights Act as it moved through Congress. The FBI, Michaux, and his followers were opposed to the plan and its advocates. Click here to continue reading. SOURCE: Religion & Politics - Lerone A. Martin Lerone Martin is an associate professor of religion and politics in the John C. Danforth Center on Religion and Politics. His upcoming book with Princeton University Press examines the historic relationship between religion and the FBI. An academic version f this article first appeared in the winter issue of Religion and American Culture: A Journal of Interpretation.

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