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#The Undisputed Era
maxwelljacobfriedman · 2 months
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In honor of (Cool) Kyle's return, here is one of my favorite line deliveries of all time
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blueonwrestling · 2 years
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still not over that NON-POP bobby fish got at impact man.
i have NEVER EVER seen a full crowd in utter silence.
LIKE UTTTTTTER SILENCE.
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transedhausen · 2 years
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can you write something about Kyle?
for some reason i wrote some domestic shit about the undisputed era even though i know nothing about them really but yknow
They’re all crowded into one tiny hotel bathroom; Roddy is at the forefront, brushing his teeth, and Bobby’s beside him washing his face. Kyle’s sitting on the toilet seat, giving himself his weekly testosterone dose, and Adam’s perched on the edge of the bathtub, watching the needle go into the muscle of Kyle’s outer thigh. “How’re we doing back there, Kyle?” Bobby asks, speaking over the fan going fifty miles an hour over their heads, and Kyle says back, “all good,” as he pushes down the plunger, wincing at the slight sting. Adam pulls a face and smooths both hands down his own thighs, like he’s feeling what Kyle’s feeling. 
“Alright, Adam,” Roddy says, turning around to wave the youngest of their team up to the sink, and Adam gets up and takes Roddy’s place. Kyle pulls the needle from his leg and makes a grabby hand out to his side, calling for a Band-aid, which Roddy chuckles at and slaps into his palm. The Band-aid is smoothed into place, over the tiny pinprick, and Bobby’s patting his face dry and turning to look over his shoulder at Kyle, which makes his stomach do a flip. “Babe, you need to wash your face and brush your teeth.” 
When Kyle doesn’t move— not that he’s trying to be a pain in the ass, he’s just struck at how gorgeous Bobby is— Bobby’s voice gets an edge to it, louder than before. “Hop to it,” he says, and Kyle shoots off of the toilet seat, getting a head rush that almost sends him right back down. Roddy snickers and takes his arm, guiding Kyle to the sink. He settles between Bobby and Adam, and Adam gives him a side-glance and a big smile with toothpaste foam covering his teeth. “Sorry,” Kyle mumbles, taking his toothbrush from the little cup on the sink’s counter, and Adam hands over the toothpaste tube, this dumb sparkle in his eyes that seems to say you’re such a sucker for him.
Kyle tries to shoot back a look that says look who’s talking, we all know what you do with Roddy, which is silly, because they’ve all done it with Roddy. They’ve all done it with Adam, and Kyle, and even Bobby. And just thinking about what they all do together is making Kyle a little too hot, so he squeezes too much toothpaste on his toothbrush and sets to work. Bobby walks out of the bathroom with Roddy, and the second they’re out of sight, Adam digs his elbow into Kyle’s ribs, making him yelp and jump. “You asshole,” he snaps, slurry because of all the foam in his mouth, and Adam’s eyes crinkle with mirth. Kyle hates how much he loves the kid, he really does.
“No fighting,” Roddy calls from the hotel room, but it’s casual, he’s not actually mad. They all bicker and shove and do annoying things to each other, but they stick together and act like a team when it counts. Even so, Kyle still kicks Adam’s ankle and pretends to be surprised when he grunts and hops on one foot briefly. 
Bobby comes back into the bathroom when Kyle and Adam’s play fighting makes too much noise, eyes narrowed and his jaw set. It makes Kyle’s heart flutter, and he can feel the blush running up his neck and into his face. “Sorry, Bobby,” he says, lowering his gaze to the sink, and Adam mumbles something similar, sounding very contrite. Bobby has a way of making them all feel like third graders, a unique talent from rooming and working with the three of them. Roddy isn’t as bad. Kyle and Adam pick at each other like brothers, constantly at each other’s throats. “I’m going to get breakfast, tell Roddy what you want and he’ll text it to me,” Bobby says, then adds, “try to get along,” as he walks away and opens the hotel room door. 
When Bobby leaves, Kyle spits the mouthful of toothpaste foam into the sink, rinses off his toothbrush, and walks out into their hotel room. Two king beds, the covers all messed up, and Roddy’s sitting on the edge of one. He looks up from his phone and smiles at Kyle, warm and sweet. “Done messing with Adam?” he asks, and Kyle rolls his eyes. “I’m never done messing with Adam,” he shoots back, which makes Roddy laugh and scoot to give Kyle room to sit beside him. Adam comes out a second later, complaining that his ankle hurts, and falls into Roddy’s lap like a spoiled pet. 
“Oh no, the baby’s hurt!” Roddy coos, fingers running through Adam’s hair, and Kyle stifles a giggle; Adam can be the most dramatic motherfucker on the face of this planet. Even so, Kyle still leans in to press a kiss to the younger man’s temple. “Sorry for kicking you in the ankle,” he says, and Adam mutters back, “sorry for elbowing you in the ribs.” 
Adam isn’t really holding a grudge, though. They would still be just fine without apologies, but it’s nice to say them and watch Adam get all relaxed and lazy in Roddy’s lap. Kyle really does love him.
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angels-hook · 28 days
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I LOVE THEM 😞😞😞 <3333
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Kyle O’Rilley, but specifically Revolution Kyle pleeease
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blizzardsuplex · 20 days
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Roderick Strong will do this on his own, he swears from @AEW on Twitter, 05/04/2024
[The best UK stuff is always only on Twitter LMAO. Also Roddy's delivery/voice always makes me laugh]
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supakixbabe · 12 days
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!
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incognant0x0 · 25 days
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Shock The System
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mobiblackout · 4 months
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🤭🫢
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mjfsbaybay · 4 months
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Don't mind me, I'm going through something
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kyleoreillylover · 9 months
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Undisputed Era x Fem Reader
Summary: Reader lost their championship to Shayna Baszler, and the Undisputed Era comfort a very angry and stubborn reader and shows her she’s worth more than a title belt.
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of typical wrestling violence, stuff being thrown (from the reader being angry), etc.
A/N: Like I said in my previous post, I am obsessed with the Undisputed Era, so these fanfics are just a way to curb that obsession lol. Hope you guys enjoy this fanfic!
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The air in the locker room was thick with tension as the Undisputed Era gathered around you. You had just lost your hard-earned title in a grueling street fight match against Shayna Baszler. The match had lasted almost an hour and had been the main event of NXT Takeover, leaving you battered and bruised.
Kyle reached out to touch your shoulder, but you pushed him away with a snarl. "Don't touch me.” You growled, your eyes blazing with anger.
Adam stepped forward, his expression sympathetic. "Hey, it's okay. You gave it your all out there. No one could have done better."
What was supposed to sound comforting sounded condescending to you, and you lashed out, knocking over a nearby chair and sending it crashing to the ground in response. “Don't patronize me," you snapped. "I lost, plain and simple. I let everyone down."
Roderick placed a calming hand on your back, giving you a comforting look. “Hey, it’s just one match. You’ll bounce back. You always do.”
You shook off his hand and turned to leave, but Bobby grabbed your arm. "Come on, talk to us. We're your friends. We want to help."
You scoffed. "Friends? You guys are not gonna need me anymore now that I don't add to our little gold collection. The only reason you cared about me is cause I had a title."
"That's not true," Kyle said sharply, giving you a pointed look and stepping in front of you. "We care about you a lot. With or without the title. You're a huge part of this team and a great wrestler and we will always need you. Losing one match will never change that."
You glared at him, your fists clenched. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who just lost everything."
"Actually, we all lost something tonight," Adam said softly. "We lost our chance to celebrate another victory with you.” Your gaze silently softened at this, his uncharacteristically sweet words breaking through your haze of anger. “That doesn't mean we're giving up on you. We're here for you, no matter what."
Your shoulders sagged as you let out a deep sigh. "I don't know if I can do this anymore," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as the anger faded away & turned into the sadness you were trying to push away. "I just... I can't believe I lost. I was so sure I could beat her, that I had this in the bag. Then I lose like this. It's embarrassing." You turn the other way not wanting to see the concerned looks of your friends, that would just make you feel worse. "I'm embarrassing."
Kyle placed a hand on your shoulder, and this time you don’t shrug the touch off and let him turn you back around. "You're not embarrassing. You’re amazing. And we all have bad days."
"And even if you lose every match from here on out, we'll still have your back." Bobby piped up, his comforting words quieting your racing mind. "You're part of the Undisputed Era. That means something."
You looked up at him, tears glistening in your eyes. "Thank you," you whispered. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys."
“Probably crash and burn.” Adam joked as he pulled you into a hug, making you giggle. The rest of the group followed suit, hugging you. “You don't have to go through this alone," he said, wiping your tears as everyone pulled away. “We’re here for you, always."
You smiled weakly at him, relishing in his touch and the sweet side of him that rarely was shown to anyone but you guys. "Thanks, guys. I'm sorry I was such a mess."
"Don't be sorry," Roderick said, handing you an ice pack to mend your bruises. In your angered state, you didn't realize the boys had brought in some medical supplies to help you heal from your bruises and bumps. "Just remember that we're a team. We'll always have your back, no matter what."
And as the boys sat you on a chair and helped you treat your wounds and cuts, you knew those words were true, and that meant more to you than any championship.
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transedhausen · 2 years
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If you want, something nsfw with trans kyle o’reilly would be appreciated
jesus this took forever so sorry for the wait
“Smile for the camera, Kyle,” Bobby said, faint and muffled, though Kyle was sure that was due to the way Adam kept snapping his hips just right and making his mind blank out. Either way, Kyle wasn’t in any position to really refuse or comply. So he just kept laying there, taking it while Bobby put the phone closer to his face, Adam leaning down to leave a line of bitemarks along Kyle’s throat and shoulder. 
The phone camera was flipped so Kyle could see his own face; red in the face, leaking down his neck and chest, drool slicked around his raw lips from kissing Adam for so long, and half-lidded eyes that rolled back in their sockets when Adam thrusted in deep and started grinding his hips, and then Kyle couldn’t watch himself anymore, just moaned and dug his nails into Adam’s arms. Bobby chuckled, still just as faint, and another hand slid over his chest, tweaking one of his nipples.
Kyle just about screamed, arching his back off the bed, and then Adam shoved a hand between their bodies, fingers finding his clit and jerking him off, quick and dirty, but it was enough. “Unh, fuck, Adam,” Kyle gasped, clenching down like a vice around Adam’s dick as he came, vision whiting out as the pleasure engulfed him. It felt like it went on forever, the world disappearing aside from Adam and Bobby’s voice, probably saying something really complimentary that Kyle wished he could listen to again, when his brains weren’t liquid in his skull.
Eventually, the overwhelming pleasure tapered off, and Kyle could suddenly see again, Bobby’s face watching as he floundered for a second, disoriented. Adam had since pulled out, but he was still a comforting weight atop Kyle, and he looked just as ruined as the older man felt. “Jesus Christ,” Kyle groaned, reaching up heavy arms to run his fingers through Adam’s sweaty hair, eyes flickering between both his boyfriends, “after I get— back together, like, my brain, can we watch the footage?”
That got Adam laughing, and Bobby grinned, finally sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes warm, soft. “Yeah, we can do that. Let’s get you both a snack first.”
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djdrawsalot · 4 months
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Aint.....NO...WAY
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angels-hook · 28 days
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THEM >>>
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have you done roderick strong yet (specifically neck strong era)
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