#i wish we got to see them do promos together the press conference was the closest one we got

[empressofkalumina]

Katherine and Vanessa at the Venice Film Festival.

#katherine waterston #vanessa kirby #the world to come #venice film festival 2020 #mcgifs #i wish we got to see them do promos together the press conference was the closest one we got

[cowboyshit]

hangman’s monologue

I don’t know how to preface this but, for those of you who watched today’s bte (5/18/2020) and saw hangman’s monologue, I had to go in depth and break it down for everything I interpreted it alluding to. Overall it’s an insanely intelligent and amazing promo where on the surface level it can read as a reflection of what’s going on in the world, but when you pick it apart for the metaphors interwoven within you can see how much of a testament to his character and current story line it is and what he understands moving forward and what he’s come to the conclusion of doing. Basically this is just me going feral for thousands upon thousands of words because I clearly love a cowboy WAY too much.

You can read it under the cut, if you’d like!

Okay so I’m a little brain tired after a full day’s work but I’m still pretty feral about Hangman’s monologue and the metaphors it was filled to the brim with so *rubs hands together* I’m going to see what I can pick apart!

For the most part we understand the bald eagle he talks about seeing is something that makes him want to go home. Home is not his physical house, but All Elite Wrestling. That’s the home he’s been avoiding. I was almost thinking the bald eagle represented Matt Hardy in some way, which makes the line: “…when I hear what sounded like a miniature tornado spin right past my ear” seem to me like it relates to Vanguard 1 being a drone that’d sound like that – because, as far as I’m concerned, every time I’ve been at a demonstration with a bald eagle flying they’ve not sounded like a miniature tornado, but maybe he was being a little hyperbolic or maybe it was coming in fast haha. Plus, if we tie the bald eagle to Matt Hardy that could be the change Hangman has seen that’s making him think maybe it’s time to come home. He’s watching Kenny with Matt and maybe feeling guilty for not being there with his tag partner. Hearing the constant commentary of “one half of the tag team champions” is perhaps getting to his guilt? Because even if Hangman doesn’t want to be tag team champions with Kenny and even if he doesn’t actually care about having that tag team gold (which – small interjection, for all he says he doesn’t care about it, he did make a point to pack it with his ‘essentials’ when he left to go live in the woods) he does shoulder guilt of not being good enough, in not doing what he’s supposed to do. His partner is there, so Hangman feels guilty that he’s not. A tag team is supposed to stick together. So maybe, just maybe, the bald eagle has something to do with Matt Hardy, as that’s been the only change to AEW recently (with him tagging with Kenny) that’d be enough to put some sort of guilt on Hangman’s shoulders that I can think of.

Oh also – real quick – I do think it’s interesting he’s talking about this happening as he comes up on his last bottle of whiskey, but he talks more about that later so I’ll get into that a little more later on. I think this has to do with his acceptance that he’s using the alcohol as a crutch, but I digress. Moving on!

“Maybe I should go home? I don’t know. The thought itself bloomed inside my brain like a malignant tumor; uninvited, unwelcome, but growing just the same. I mean, it would be ridiculous to go home right now. Because out here I can’t get infected. I can’t infect anyone else.”

These lines are more evidence that Hangman is fighting within himself, with his own mind about returning “home” to AEW. It’s an unwanted thought, but it’s an important and heavy and prevalent one. In the woods and away from AEW he can’t feel day-to-day like a dog chasing it’s tail, reminded that he’s not quite achieved what he wanted (remember that he promised at the press conference that he would be AEW world champion before 2019 was over, which he failed to do and he has never had another chance at that title yet). Or, even worse, when he’s there he’s constantly shown his loneliness to his face where it’s inescapable, even if some of it is his own doing (not seeking new friendships after breaking off with the Elite and even going so far as to horribly damage his new friendship with Private Party over a measly $12. It’s not about the money at this point, I think Hangman is afraid to let anyone get close to him again because he thinks if he has no one close to him he won’t have to fight those thoughts of being shoved back into the shadows).

Which brings me to this little part: “Because out here I can’t get infected. I can’t infect anyone else.” When he’s away from AEW he can’t be infected by his worries of splitting with the Elite and he can’t allow those feelings and what he does because of them – drinking, acting out – to hurt anyone else. Because Hangman loves the Elite as much as he probably wishes he didn’t. He has too good of a heart not to love them, even if he is angry at them and even if he doesn’t want to be a part of them anymore. We saw this when he went from angrily yelling at Matt and Cody to asking with concern after Nick’s well-being once he found out he’d been “hurt” by Hangman during their last match.

The next few lines that follow I do believe may be more about his commentary regarding the coronavirus and what it means to be traveling to the show, etc. but once we get through those lines we hit this part: “I mean even now I would never know if I overreacted coming out here to live, but I would forever live with the pain of knowing I didn’t do enough. And to be honest, I’ve been kind of enjoying living out here. I’ve got good company, and I know you can’t see them right now, but they’re everywhere. It’s not just people either. Two days ago I swear a raven winked at me.”

There’s a lot in those lines that follow the same theme of what’s been discussed. If he never returns home to AEW, he won’t know if he’s been overreacting about everything. Things are getting muddled in his head where it’s reality vs anxiety. Maybe running away and hiding from everyone was an overreaction. Maybe avoidance, instead of ripping off the band-aid and letting the wound air and heal wasn’t the right move. If he never goes back, he’ll never know. He’s beginning to understand that the only way forward is to return, but there’s that fear and anxiety inside him that keeps screaming to slam the breaks and reverse, to go deeper into the woods as it were instead of coming out from the shadows.

And of course he’s enjoyed living away from “home” despite this moment of reflection he’s having. Out here in the woods he doesn’t have to fear disappointing anyone. He doesn’t have to run across the Elite’s path and worry there’ll be another fight because they just won’t listen to him. He doesn’t want to fight with his friends. He just wants to shake hands and go his own way, but they’ve got their claws in him and it’s made him desperate and feral to get away from them and as such he acts out and in turn hurts (infects) other people AND himself.

But, like I said, Hangman says: “But I would forever live with the pain of knowing I didn’t do enough.”

Even if it isn’t his fault that Matt, Nick, and Kenny (I’m leaving Cody out only because he really hasn’t had a solid presence in the Elite story lines since this has begun) won’t let go, he’s recognizing that if this is something HE wants – if he really wants to be separated and that’s what’s going to make him happy - it’s going to have to be something he does. And if he doesn’t go back to AEW, if he just continues to hide and get drunk in the woods, that failure will sit on HIS shoulders and no one else’s. There will be no one to blame but himself.

Also! I do believe the line about the raven is a reference to Marty which is why I included it, but that’s really all I gotta say about it haha I was just excited to think he was referencing his old villain buddy.

Okay so the next bit is a little long, but I need to include his whole dialogue to break it down: “Why did I think that in the first place? Honestly? I mean, it feels selfish, but there is a large part of me that wants to march right back up the front steps and slip off my boots and let them dry, stumble right through the front door with a sheepish grin, hoping nobody noticed I had left in the first place. And as nice as it is out here, truthfully the past few months has left me feeling pretty damn worthless. Like, I used to know more, but living in a house is kind of all I understand now. And maybe most selfishly, I feel like I want to go back home because I was on the run of my life in that house. I was learning to eat as much toast as I wanted fresh from our Russel Hobbs toaster. I nearly won the prestigious “Man of the House” award in May. I teamed up with our broom to clean the house better than ever swept it before. And I feel like I might have been starting to patch up the holes of the house.; the walls that made the house what it was in the first place. Everyone was loving it - what I was doing in the house - and it made me feel more validated than I ever felt in my life. And I felt like maybe I was on my way back to winning the “Man of the House” award. The thing I had promised to win on day one. But I - I’ll never get that momentum back… I mean, does momentum even exist in a house that’s empty?”

This part is FULL of so much and I’m going to try my best to talk as cohesively about it as possible without just. Screaming.

So again, he’s talking about how he thought about returning to the “house” and what all of that entails. Of course Hangman wants to return without notice – he doesn’t want to have to answer on where he’s been or what he’s been doing. He doesn’t want prying eyes to poke and prod inside when even he’s still tangled about what his journey is and what would actually make him happy. It’s only going to set off his anxiety if everyone starts pointing out how long he was gone because a part of it, despite himself, is tied to that guilt for how long he’s been gone in the first place. He does feel guilty for being away. The last thing you want when you’re guilty for something is for it to seem like everyone’s going to put it under a microscope. And maybe he knows he isn’t strong enough yet to not fall back on harmful behaviors in order to cope with that sort of scrutiny.

Also, him feeling worthless being away from AEW. Hangman, at his core, is a representation of struggling with self-identity. Who is he? At the end of the day who is Hangman Adam Page? I don’t think that’s a question he has enough self-confidence to look in a mirror and answer. He’s caught searching right now, lashing out, numbing himself, stumbling, trying, doing, failing, succeeding… and he’s still just a little bit lost. He hasn’t quite caught his stride. His eyes are so focused on the AEW World Championship (which I believe is the Man of the House award he’s talking about) because he thinks that’s what’s finally going to prove to everyone – but more importantly himself – that he’s good enough.

The funny thing though, I think this reflects the children’s story he wrote about his character too – is that I feel like there’s a chance even holding that title isn’t going to prove anything to himself. Like when it talks about the “golden horseshoe” in his children’s book and the fact that “Adam” didn’t need it to do an amazing job. But… I digress.

And I think that’s where the last line ties in, where he talks about not being able to find that momentum. He doesn’t think he can get back what he had when he was going after the championship in the beginning. Everyone’s moved on, he thinks. The eyes of the belt now fall to others - Mox, Brodie Lee - where’s room for him in that? With how tangled up he is right now it’s no wonder he can’t see himself pushing for the momentum again of having everyone rally behind the idea that he’d hold the championship or be capable of taking it away from the names who have it now. He feels like that part of the house has emptied out and with all his other battles he can’t see how he’d get through those to get any piece of importance back on that spot. 

I want to reiterate and focus on another section in that long quote because I think it’s incredibly important: “And maybe most selfishly, I feel like I want to go back home because I was on the run of my life in that house. I was learning to eat as much toast as I wanted fresh from our Russel Hobbs toaster. […] I teamed up with our broom to clean the house better than it’d ever been swept before. And I feel like I might have been starting to… patch up the holes of the house… the walls that made the house what it was in the first place. Everyone was loving it, what I was doing in the house and it made me feel more validated than I ever felt in my life.”

If you’ve been watching AEW from the start and hadn’t seen much of Hangman before, you’ll have caught on to the trajectory of his popularity and how he is at the highest point in his career that he’s ever been in. The cheers these days are for HIM. I remember my excited surprise when, during a promo with the Bucks and Kenny, Hangman interrupted them and the entire arena cheered for HIM. For his interruption. Think about that in terms of how his career used to be – how no one really cared that much if Hangman was coming out to the BC theme because they’d rather see the more popular Bullet Club members, The Young Bucks or Kenny Omega. But now he has a catchphrase people are chanting. People pop FOR him. He’s learning how to eat that “toast” the crowd is giving him. He’s learning how to accept this outpouring of love and support us fans are showing up in troves with for him. 

The line about the broom is clearly a nod at Kenny. They cleaned the house better than before – that match at Revolution was… astonishing. I feel like he and Kenny were finally hitting their stride and coming to a better understanding in working in tandem in the ring and that’s what this is a nod to.

And now those last two lines. Patching up the holes of the house – that’s his relationship with the Elite. Before all this went down, we saw a BTE episode where Matt and Hangman sat down at a bar and started to get serious before the camera cut and didn’t let us see what the conversation was, but we understand it was about the contention between the two of them (as Matt’s the one lashing out the loudest and angriest out of the bunch and making Hangman explode the worst). So, right before all this happened Hangman was maybe finally feeling like he was getting somewhere with the holes torn in his relationship with his friends. His brothers. His family. (Which – real quick – we know found family is a huge thing for Hangman, given the earlier episode of BTE where Jimmy Valiant talked to him and Hangman lamented over the loss of how Jimmy helped him and all the trainees feel like they were a family).

And that last line about feeling validated. He finally is getting the recognition he’s (quite frankly) deserved all along. He’s come into himself and now the crowd is rallying behind him. At each show he was just getting more and more over. Everyone has been loving what he’s been doing at AEW. They care more about him than KENNY OMEGA (which we also see Kenny rant about in this same episode earlier on when he’s on the zoom call with Colt). Imagine how insane that must feel to him after he’s always put these guys on such a high pedestal for their achievements!!!! Look at his career record when paired to Kenny’s or the Bucks. But finally, FINALLY after all this time he was emerging as the favorite and of course that’s where he’s finding validation. That’s helping take down those worries and those anxieties when it comes to feeling like he’s not enough or that no one cares about him. How can he feel that way when he goes to the ring and thousands of people are screaming HIS catchphrase or popping for HIM? And maybe there’s a part of him that’s stayed away because not having that audience cheering for him robs him of the validation he was just beginning to accept and brings his fears back that are always waiting in the wings.

Okay, moving on.

“I mean it seems unfair that I get to live out this Snow White woodland fantasy while Cynthia from Food Lion has to go back to her apartment every morning. I mean am I the bad guy here? I mean, either way I look at it, I’m the bad guy in my own drunken monologue here in the woods. I mean, maybe that just the way the world has conditioned me to think when the choice was never mine to begin with.” 

I think the “Cynthia from Food Lion” bit is talking about us. The audience. Hangman feels guilty for running away and leaving us behind while we still have to face our day-to-days and we don’t get the luxury of running off and getting drunk in the woods when things go bad. We have to keep facing our day no matter what we’re going through. We have to keep “going home” in a way, regardless of what our struggles are. It’s valid to feel guilt for it, but he’s also right about the way the world has conditioned him to think when the choice was never his to begin with. It’s, to me, that reflection of what us millennials face. We are constantly told we are in the wrong, that we’re killing business after business despite the issues being out of our control to fix or have a hand in. We’ve been conditioned to constantly feel this guilt that we’re not doing enough – for the most part our parents and grandparents had degrees or jobs or houses by the time they were in their twenties whereas most of us can’t afford that. We’re constantly told that we’re not doing enough. That it’s our fault even when we don’t have a choice. 

“I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t shake the feeling that the world is about to fuck me dry one more time. And for the first time ever, I have the chance to put on lipstick first. I mean… I need… I know I need to go back home. Home is still there.” 

This is a little vulgar of an expression, but I think that’s the point. It’s shock value to really pull your attention toward it. It needs that hard light shone directly on it. In the beginning I talked about how sometimes we know we have to walk into something that’s going to be awful just to get through to the other side and I think that’s what this refers to. Hangman knows he can’t keep running from his problems and, given his history, he can’t help but feel like it’s going to explode in his face even if he comes with good intentions. If we look at the trajectory of every time he tried to tell the Elite he wanted to separate from them we see how it got uglier and uglier each and every time. So even though he doesn’t think it’s going to go perfectly fine or the way he wants it to go (where he’s allowed to walk away, figure out who he is on his own, and then maybe go for the AEW World Championship if that’s even still something he can achieve) he knows he has to go back. He’s had a chance to “put lipstick on first” which means he’s had the chance to get ready for it. To steel himself. For the first time in his career he’s had a chance to step away from the storm, stare it right in the eyes and see exactly what he has to do in order to get through it, even if he comes out battered on the other side. He has to go home. He has to go back to AEW. He has to face everything he’s been running from lately.

So now the final bit which is my favorite metaphor simply because it has to do with horses so, you know the horse girl in me SCREECHED.

“But honestly, what I want to do is climb back on my horse and ride off into the sunset and just say the hell with it. Maybe this little rant is all I have left. I’m just throwing my leg over a saddle with a broken tree. Kicking a horse i know has long been dead, and the horse just collapses, and I’m sitting back here in the same spot wondering “Why did I want to go home in the first place?” Maybe it was the eagle coming back home to her nest that made me think it or maybe it’s because I’m out of whiskey.”

For those of you that don’t know, the tree in a saddle is the saddle’s frame on a western saddle. It’s basically the structure the saddle is based on and how you tell how to properly fit your saddle to the horse so you don’t cause further problems for your horse while riding. When the saddle tree breaks, the saddle can shift where it’s positioned on the horse’s spine and cause a LOT of problems for your horse. It’ll add pressure where pressure shouldn’t be added and distribute the weight off, effectively fucking up the horse’s spine. It’s easy to ride a saddle with a broken tree because for the most part unless you are paying close attention you won’t feel that the tree is broken, but your horse absolutely will. So what he’s saying is that while he wants to get in the saddle and ride off into the sunset to effectively never be bothered again, he won’t be able to do that.

The next few lines are simply more reflections of Hangman trying to work through his personal anxieties. Maybe he’s telling himself this last little bit as a way to try and “get out” of going. Maybe he’s trying to tell himself he’s crazy for thinking it’s time to go back. It’s also a reflection of what he’s worried about – that all of this is going to be for naught. That it’s hopeless. That he’s had time away to reflect and think, but maybe that’s just it. Maybe when he goes back he’ll just be “beating a dead horse” and be caught up in the same shitstorm he was before. That he’ll go through all this trouble to go back only to find himself planted right back on his ass in the spot he’s at now. Aimless and tangled up inside his head.

Those last couple lines, again – he’s wondering what’s made him think this way. Is it because he’s out of alcohol and he finally has to face sobriety and think? Or is it because the “bald eagle” came back to her nest and made him feel like he needed to go back too?

Like I said before, overall this is an amazingly thoughtful piece. The way it was delivered like a rambled monologue but actually had so many in-depth layers was phenomenal. It comes across like someone working through their anxiety, talking out their problems, being pulled back into those thoughts of doubt and trying to convince himself out of them. Just... fucking phenomenal, really.

#hangman page #for anyone curious its apparently 4080 words long :D #i dont even know what to tag this as #meta: hangman adam page #????? #I DONT KNOW #i just love a cowboy man

[isitandwonder]

i go back and forth with, yea the dude is dating this girl, so what. to wow its kinda funny all this is happening now right around the release of their movie. and the editor or whatever of cmbyn says that yesterday and today theyre wandering around together and shes wearing his shirt. idk, maybe its both their together and their playing it up. or its all fake. or its real. dont get it lol best to keep it light tho and realize the only real love is btwn him and armie lolol

Oh,nonnie, you asked (or maybe not lol):

What is truth? That question is keeping philosophers going since the old Greeks. Can we ever know what another person truely thinks and feels? What do we really know about people we interact with personally? We live in our cave and stare at shadows. So how can we assume anything about people we really don’t know at all?

Well, there are a few approaches. One is that you admit that you know nothing, that everything you believe (not know) is made up in your head anyway, so you can built YOUR OWN FANTASY. And it’s nothing wrong with that, as long as you stay aware that IT IS A FANTASY. You can’t prove or disprove a fantasy because it’s all in your head anyway, it’s highly subjective and made up.

And we are not curing cancer here, this is fun, so believe what you want if it helps you getting on with your life.

And isn’t it nice if you write or draw about THIS FANTASY and post it in fan spaces and find likeminded people with similar FANTASIES and you share them and a fandom grows and everyone has fun and is happy?

So, if, in this regard and context, for you, A&T are the greatest love story that ever happened, or LRD&T are the greates love story that ever happened, or Tim is secretly a shapeshifter, or a vampire, or is boning Glen Close - FINE! Knock yourself out. Believe what you want. Only, don’t insult or ridicule those who SHIP/dream/believe something else. Because no ship (aka FANTASY) is better than the other and there’s no truth to be found in a FANTASY. You either believe it or not and believe something else. It’s totally subjective and - as a FANTASY- there’s nothing wrong with that.

Trying to prove a fantasy is what leads to insanity. Believe me, it’s not that I wasn’t tempted at one point. Only, you know, I’m a scientist. And in science, when we start an experiment, we have a question or an assumption that we want to prove, not already an answer.

Because I don’t have to prove something that I know is true. You still with me? When I start to look for clues that A&T are together, lead by my knowledge (not assumption or question if) that they are together, of course I will only prove what I started with in the first place and ignore/disregard everything that speaks against my knowledge because I’ve known the truth from the beginning and will produce a narrative accordingly. This is called confirmation bias.

In that context, even the absence of proof is proof for something - and at this point, you can’t  argue with people who work like this because they have made their mind up long before they entered the argument. They had the answer before the question. For them, there isn’t an argument at all, because they KNOW. End of story.

True, sometimes the dog NOT barking is evidence. But for that to work there has to be a dog in the first place. If you don’t know that there is a dog, it not barking proves nothing.

So, again, can’t we know anything about anything? Well, there’s a thing called probability. Not all arguments are equally valid, some are more reasonable than others because we have experience, context, and from that we draw conclusions re the probability of things.

But lets first look at the evidence presented in favour of certain theories. I’ve been on this train for over 2 years. I saw a lot of the things going round in fandom and taken as proof for or against something now as it happened - and I have to say, many things got taken out of context and were blown up to much more proportian and meaning than at the time things happened. Pics have been cut in certain ways so people have been removed to make them look more intimate. Things no one has ever seen or knows anything about are suddenly taken as facts (a marriage contract, for example) just because they’ve been repeated so often by fans that they’ve been talked into existing.

These proofs are often photographic ‘evidence’. But pictures lie. And can be manipulated. What we see in them depends on lighting, angels etc. If you take a pic or vid out of context it can look as if it shows something totally different than it originally did. So never base anything solely on a single picture you didn’t even take yourself. Always ask for the context it has been taken in. Is it a fan snapshot? Is it a directed photoshoot? Has it been made during an official promo event? These things matter to determine the validity of the things show in these pictures.

For example, look at this:

Isn’t that a lovely pic of A&T? Doesn’t T look totally shagged out, bathing in the afterglow while Armie tells the world: ‘Look, he is mine!’ This is the photo as I saw it on tumblr.

This is the original:

As you can see, Tim is probably laughing at something Petra Collins says to him. This changes the whole context. And these things happened quite often in  the early days because we were shippers, we knew that we were wearing our shipper goggles, we spun a FANTASY, quite aware that what we were doing was playing freely with the facts. It wasn’t about proving something, it was about illustrating a fantasy. Taking these things now as proof for anything is absurd.

Same goes for interviews. These can be cut and edited in certain ways. Watch a whole press conference, not just the part your shipper heart loves if you want to get the whole picture (or live in the one sentence that makes your shipper heart flutter if this is just about your FANTASY).

As said in the beginning: no one on here knows these people and their circumstances. We didn’t even go to school with them, worked with them, or are their neighbours or in any direct contact with them whatsoever. So we base our judgement solely on currated content provided by them or people close to them, and public appearances that happen in a certain context like a movie premiere, and on very random public sightings by people we also don’t know and whose statements we can’t verify.

We can’t really built anything about their private lives upon these things, can we? It’s all highly speculative.

Okay, after having discussed the reliability of our evidence, lets move on to how to sort it. There is this thing called probability. In theory, everything is equally likely over an infinite period of time. But in reality, humans are able to learn from experience. And experience teaches us that some things are more likely than others.

Then there are facts. Facts are things we know to be true because they haven’t been falsified yet. For example, Armie is married. I know, there are many rumors going around about the state of his marriage, but as long as he’s not publicly divorced he got publicly married to EC and that’s the only thing we can work with. Otherwise, our already pretty sketchy footing slips away completely if we only work with hearsay, specualtion and gossip, and we end up with a fantasy again.

So, in our case: do we really think that friends, family, spouses, girlfriends, colleagues, ex-colleagues, ‘the press’ and random people on the internet are all conspiring since June 2016 together to hide that two actors - who to large parts of the world are totally unknown - are in a relationship, when, on the other hand, we have photographic evidence from multiple independent sources - and in Armie’s case even a marriage certificate and 2 children - showing that they are both with someone else?

Okay, but we’ve discussed the unreliability of photos. True. But it’s not just one cropped pic showing T with LRD. There are many, taken over a long period, by different people, professionally and privately. That makes them being a fact much more probable because why should all these people, who took those pics and reported sightings and don’t know each other and do gain nothing from their lies, lie? Isn’t it much more probable that what these pics show us is the truth?

On the other hand, what solid evidence do we have that A&T are a couple? We don’t even have one photo showing them kissing outside of a movie they made together 3 years ago. Compare this to pap and private pics of T&LRD kissing, that have been taken over a period of a year by different people. What does probability tell us here? That something we’ve never seen is more likely to be happening than something we’ve seen on different occasions, documented by different people independently for 12 months?

Isn’t it more likely that a man who’s never been seen out in public romantically involved with another man, who is married for years and has 2 children - is straight?

Isn’t it more likely that another man, who’s never been seen out in public romantically involved with another man either, who’s only other relationship the public knows of was with a girl, who - if he talks about his private life at all - talks about kissing a girl or wanting to impress a girl, who’s been photographed at different occasions by different people kissing a girl - is straight?

Leave aside what you want them to be and look at the facts, as sketchy as they are.

If you look seriously at what little facts we have - there is nothing reliable connecting A&T romantically that can’t be explained by them being friends and having filmed a movie together over 3 years ago. Everything else is subjective, projection, hearsay, wishful thinking, a fantasy, shipping, gossip, rumors.

Documented facts show us that their reality is incongruent with our ship. And if we start to disregard those facts it leads to sending hate to these very people because fans who took a ship for something real feel betrayed. So, please, sort facts from fantasy, take a look at the facts (not at projection, hearsay, wishful thinking, a fantasy, shipping, gossip, rumors) and draw your own conclusion.

What do you think is more probable when you look at proven facts? Probable, not true. There’s the possibility that I might get proven wrong someday. But, to me, all real evidence points towards T&LRD and AH&EC.

[diianawonka]

Warnings:  dunno… drunken Justice League crew? xd

A/N: Hi everyoneee! Last night I had insomnia again (I forgot to take my pills, btw) and I decided not to let it affect me and use it as an advantage to write something cute and nice with Ezra, since I’m having this super duper bad crush on him again HAHA! he’s so sweet and soft and pure and I love him so damn much! I wish I met him and talk to him… I’m sure he would be someone good to trust without fear of being judged! Anyways… this is going to be a mini-series (maybe 2 or 3 parts I dunno) I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I do writing it! , sorry for my horrible english, I’m trying my best!

Based on this post

Pairing: Ezra Miller x Reader

Title:  ___(I don’t have this much imagination sorry.. if you can help me to choose one, it would be amazing!)

Part 1

It had been a long time since the last time you saw your best friend… You’d met him a few years ago thanks to your cousin Gal at her birthday party. The chemistry between you both had been instantaneous and there was not doubt that every time she had the opportunity to put you together in the same place, she did it.  But you had a boyfriend back then and you had no choice but to leave Ezra in the friendzone. Best-friendzone. Despite that, you both kept in touch and met whenever you could.

Today everything was different, you had ended up with your boyfriend and Gal had called you because she was in the city promoting her new movie, Justice League.  You had agreed to go out as a group tonight and if possible get a little bit drunk to celebrate. They had let you choose the place because this was your hometown and you knew about good places to go.  

You weren’t an extravagant girl, you could look pretty good being in your pajamas and with disheveled hair, so tonight you’d decided to wear skinny jeans, black boots and your favorite denim jacket; you didn’t want to attract attention and you were sure that your friends either…. They would already do it just for being who they were.

You met Gal and her friends at a famous Mexican bar around 9 PM. When you arrived you only met Gal and Ray sitting at a table in the background of the bar, they greeted you happily before you took a seat.

“And how are you guys? How are you doing with the promo?” You asked excited, you had always been a superheroes’ big fan and your relationship with your cousin was so good that when she got the role of Wonder Woman, you were the first one she called.

“Pretty good Y/N,  the press conference is in two days and soooooooomeone” Gal said “is quite excited to invite you to the event…. And by someone I meant Ezra” She smirked at you raising an eyebrow.

You felt your cheeks begin to burn, you were sure you’d blushed enough “Really?” you asked incredulously, you knew there was something between you two, but you preferred to just treat him as a friend.

“Yeah…” Ray commented “Ezra’s my friend Y/N and I’m not supposed to say it but I’m sure he has an intense crush on you” you laughed

“I don’t think so…” you denied shaking your head

“Y/N! COME ON! You finally ended up with your stupid and useless boyfriend… give him a chance, he’s a great guy!…. A little weird but he’s amazing” Gal said, grabbing your arm and pecking your ribs with her fingers making you to laugh.

“He’s my friend, guys…. If  he invited me, it would be just like that, do you understand?”

“But wouldn’t you reject him?” Ray asked

“Of course not! He’s my best friend!”

“Friendzone alert…”

“OH! Shut up Ray!” you laughed “where is he, by the way?”

“He got stuck in the hotel… a lot of fans came, and you know how he is with his fans…” Gal informed while giving a slurp to her drink.

“Yeah, and Jason wasn’t ready yet… he had some problem with his hair or something like that, I don’t know” Ray commented as he called the waiter, who approached him “What do you recommend us Y/N?” he asked.

“Well, it’s a Mexican bar… have you tried the Mexican flag shot?”

“uumh, no, I don’t think so, I’ve never heard about it”

You laughed “Let me explain you, there are three shots, that make up the Mexican flag colors, one is lemon juice, another is white tequila and the last one is sangrita… it is something like tomato juice with hot sauce and pepper, It’s really good”

Gal and Jason grimaced “Alright” they responded at the same time

“Okay” you ordered five Mexican flags shots and the waiter left again.

A few minutes later Jason and Ezra arrived, you couldn’t help but get excited when you saw your best friend, it had been too long since the last time you’d seen each other. It was always good to meet someone like Ezra, he greeted you with a warm hug.

“How are you Y/N? When are you going to visit us?” Ezra asked smiling widely while putting his arm around the back of your seat

“Very well Ez, a little bit stuck with work and… I hope to go soon, I really miss Alma and I’m dying to finally meet Maya” you smiled enthusiastically mentioning your nieces “I hope to be there for Thanksgiving, but my mom hates all those things, so I don’t know what’s going to happen”

“Oh darling! You can come to spend Thanksgiving with my family, I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind!” He confessed while smiling at you, who were you trying to lie? You really liked this man.

“Thanks Ezra!” you smiled shyly

“Awwwwweeee” Your three friends said it at the same time,  Ezra and you turned to see them and you felt your cheeks burn.

“What?” You asked timidly

“I want to be the godfather of your first child….” Jason laughed

“NOPE! I’m his best friend. I’m sure he’ll choose me”

“Of course not! I am her cousin, which obviously gives me priority”

You rolled your eyes and heard Ezra laugh; before they could say anything else, the waiter appears with the five Mexican flags shots leaving them in the table’s center.

“What is this?” Ezra asked

“They’re called Mexican flags… it’s kind of a Mexican super shot” you replied as you took your three shot glasses closer to you

“And how do you drink it?”

“Oh well… first you have to put some salt on your thumb to lick it at the end, you drink the tequila, followed by the lemon  and finally the sangrita” you explained to your friends “we can start with this and then ask for something easier… what do you think?”

“Sounds good” said Gal

Everyone takes their tequila shot to toast

“For the Justice League” you said smiling and rising your glass

“For the Justice League” the others repeated and drank their shots one after the other

“Wow…” Ray exclaimed “this is really good” he confessed”

“Told you”

The truth was that none of you asked for any easier drink and kept drinking Mexican flags shots and dancing all night, you were having a very good time, taking several pictures and Ray kept filming to you and Ezra all the time… He was that kind of friend who always played Cupid and tries to get people together; you knew that those videos would probably be everywhere on the internet tomorrow, but you were so drunk to care about it.

At about three o’clock in the morning, there was only Ezra and you in the bar, you knew that your cousin and her friends had left you both alone on purpose. Before leaving the place, a group of fans approached you both and asked him for pictures, you agreed to take them and started to feel very bad for not being able to even focus the camera or stop laughing. The girls thanked him and finally the both of you were able to leave the place.

The pavement was wet which caused you to almost fall to the ground, but Ezra managed to grab you from the waist before you touch the wet ground. You put your arm around his neck while laughing

“Y/N! Are you okay?!” he asked you worried

“Yes… yes…” you answered laughing a little more

“Do you want me to call an Uber for you?” He pulled his cellphone out of his jacket

“Oh no! My apartment is only a few blocks away, I just need to sit down for a while” you walked to the sidewalk and sat down, no matter how wet it was.

“I will not let you walk alone home, even if it’s only ten meters away” Ezra sat next to you.

You put your head on his shoulder while you saw him lighting a cigarette “How I get this drunk? God…”

He laughed as he passed his arm through your back to feel your body tremble with cold. “It was you who induced us with those mortal flags… none of this would have happened if we had ordered beer”

“Oh my GOD! What a blasphemy to ask for beer in a Mexican bar EZRA!” You buried your head in his neck softly and you heard him laugh, it was not unusual for you to be this affectionate, but tonight he looked strangely more attractive than the previous ones.

“I missed you” He whispered giving you a kiss on the forehead

“I missed you too, idiot! You just become famous and forgot about your commoner friends from real life!” you joked making him laugh and you took the cigarette from his hand to put it between your lips

“I would never forget about you little pumpkin”

You hugged him while you hiding your head in his neck again, smelling his cologne combined with the alcohol and smell of cigarette, yet, you still loved his essence.

“In fact..” he said after a few minutes of silence “I wanted to invite you to the press conference in two days” you looked at him

“Really?” You asked, feigning astonishment, as if Gal and Ray hadn’t told you that a few hours before.

“Yeah, I mean, I know you’re a big fan of superheroes and all those nerdy and fantastic things… and we can take a companion, I thought you’d like to go…But If you don’t I totally understand”

“I’d love to!” you confessed enthusiastically “Woow Ezra, It’s amazing!” He looked at you smiling, he couldn’t believe how beautiful and natural you looked when you were excited. He loved your smile, he knew it from the first day he saw you at Gal’s party “Ez?” you whispered when you noticed that he was staring at you deeply.

It was his chance. It was now or never. Somehow, he had to know if you liked him or not. He hoped you do it because otherwise it would be a shame to ruin your friendship… but he was drunk enough to do it so he didn’t doubt a second in taking your cheek and approaching to kiss you. You were in shock for a second before catching what was happening and then responding to the kiss, putting your hand on his perfect jawline and coming closer to him intensifying the kiss. He stopped by joining his forehead to yours and giving a lightly kiss on your nose.

“Let’s walk home…”you whispered giving him another kiss before he helped you stand up.

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Day 2: Wedding Jitters

Written by: @porkcutletbowltrash

For: Day 2 - Nerves  #yoiweddingweek ( @yoiweddingweek)

Summary: 

Yuri turned to look at him with a small smirk, “Otabek came to be emotional support since Viktor won’t be there until next Monday. I came so I can smack you again if you need it.”

April, Yuuri decided, was a beautiful time of year in Saint Petersburg. After the harsh winters that Russia had, the early spring was very nice sight for sore eyes. The weather, while still a bit nippy, was nice to run in during the morning without the worry of freezing to death. Plus, there were more people roaming the streets; more tourists coming to see the romantic cathedrals, majestic looking palaces, and luxury gardens. While most people had hated the growth in tourists, Yuuri had found a comfort in it – with tourists around there was a bigger chance that Viktor wouldn’t have to translate everything to him, and there might be a chance for him to speak English.

April was also THE month. In just two short weeks (or long in Yuuri’s opinion), He and Viktor would be getting married. He and Viktor would become Husbands and not just boyfriends or fiancés. The thought always made Yuuri smile; he couldn’t wait to be Viktor’s. He just had to wait two more weeks.

While the whole aspect was extremely exciting, Yuuri was also being wracked to the core with anxiety. What if he got to the end of the aisle and was standing in front of the priest, and Viktor didn’t say “I do”? What if something happened and he forgot his vows? What if it rained on the day of the wedding and they had to cancel? What if they forgot the rings in Russia or they forgot to plan something? Half of the time, Yuuri’s brain was being clouded with the feeling of impending doom as April 11th approached.

Thankfully, in Yuuri’s mind, as the anxiety of the situation encroached upon him, Viktor had been called off to do some press conferences and promo for sponsors in Europe and across the US so he could enjoy the three-week span of wedding madness. Yuuri was due to fly back home to Hasetsu (Makkachin in tow) in a couple of days to finish making some wedding arrangements and the week after, Viktor would be flying in from Cambridge. As the day got closer to flying back home, he could help be a little grateful that Viktor wasn’t there. He could panic in the peace of the apartment he and Viktor shared without raising suspicion. He didn’t want to worry Viktor or have him think he was getting cold feet and would suddenly make a runner. Viktor was more than excited for the wedding and showed no signs of being nervous at all, which was very Viktor like. Yuuri swore that Viktor had no capability of being nervous; awkward yes, but anxious not so much.

He would often spend the whole day training with the other Russian skaters under the watchful eye of Yakov. Viktor had entrusted Yuuri to his coach and, Yuuri suspected, begged their friend and fellow competitor, Yuri Plisetsky and, his boyfriend, Otabek Altin, to keep a close eye on Yuuri while he was away. This suspicion seemed to be confirmed as Yuri or Otabek or both would stick close to him to translate things into English for him when they would find themselves eating together during lunch or going out for drinks after a long day of practice.

After the past couple of years competing alongside both Yuri and Otabek, the three of them seemed to become closer. Yuri’s insults towards Yuuri were more teasing and playful, more to make Yuuri push harder than to be insulting. Although, if warranted, Yuri didn’t seem to mind still calling him a “piggy” or “loser” in his Russian accented English. Otabek, on the other hand, had never really bothered with Yuuri before, but now instead of completely ignoring his existence, he would often find the Kazakh skater throwing him a soft smile here and there and would keep Yuri from exploding on Yuuri at random.

However, neither Yuri or Otabek had seen the mass hysteria that was slowly over powering Yuuri Katsuki.

That was, until today. They finally all had a day off at the same time; a once in a blue moon occurrence that warranted some sort of fun activity between both couples. Since Viktor wasn’t there to help enjoy the day with their friends, Yuuri was left to fly solo with Yuri and Otabek, like an awkward third wheel that couldn’t speak much Russian, not that it really bothered him. He had more pressing issues on his mind.

“Hey, baka? You listening?” Yuri nudged his shoulder and Yuuri looked down to meet the sky blue eyes. “Uh...” “I’ll take that as a no. Where do you want to go? We’ve been walking around the square for hours. I’m hungry.” Yuri had stopped and was tapping his foot impatiently as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his oversized black hoodie. Yuuri could tell immediately that it was Otabek’s since it hung down to Yuri’s knees and the sleeves had been pushed up extensively so you could see the small hands of the “Russian Fairy”. Yuuri opened his mouth, but no answer came out. In all honesty, he wasn’t really hungry. He felt like he was going to throw up if he consumed even water, let alone food. “There’s that new place a few blocks away.” Otabek had stopped and was facing the two, “We could try there.” “What do you think Kastsudon?” “Sure,” Yuuri mumbled and blushed softly. He really wished they would stop staring at him. “Let’s go then.” He could feel Yuri’s eyes slide over him once before they started walking again.

They had walked into a small tiny café that Yuuri remembered Viktor pointing out one morning on the way to the rink. It was a small little café that served classical Russian dishes and pastries, and while the mixed smell of pirozhkis, Zakuski, and warm muffins was heavenly, the thought of eating made Yuuri almost want to vomit. He just wanted to go home then, hide under the covers with Makkachin and call Viktor. Just hearing Viktor’s voice seemed to make the anxiety building in Yuuri’s chest less severe, even if Yuuri did his best to keep the feeling of it rising from his stomach and into his voice. It felt like the happiness from Viktor’s voice seemed to travel through the phone and gave Yuuri some of the same feelings. And in those moments when they would be on the phone talking late into the night, Yuuri often realized how much he loved Viktor Nikiforov. Viktor was his favorite drug and he couldn’t get enough of him. He was Yuuri’s Agape and his Eros.

As Yuri and Otabek ordered both decent helpings of food, Yuuri simply ordered some tea, with the excuse that he ate a really large and late breakfast. Otabek eyed him suspiciously but soon turned back to Yuri who was leaning against his side softly as he started talking about the upcoming grand prix. As the waitress had brought Yuuri his cup of steaming chamomile tea, he listened to the two go back and forth, nodding when needed and humming if nodding wasn’t the appropriate response.

He really was trying to follow the conversation, but the panic was rising in him. It was the same kind of feeling that he had experienced when Yuri once threatened to run him down with the Zamboni if he retired (he knew Yuri wouldn’t back down from his threats). It was like a ravenous monster was trying to rip itself out of Yuuri from the inside out. Yuuri bit his lip softly and leaned his elbows on the table trying to calm down. He couldn’t go into a fit of hysterics right in the middle of this café.

He was so stuck in his head, that Yuuri didn’t even realize the concerned looks exchanged between his two friends or the feeling as Yuri pulled Yuuri from his seat while Otabek paid the tab. He didn’t really remember the cab ride from the café back to Yuri and Otabek’s apartment, Yuri and Otabek steering him along like a floating tide buoys in the middle of a hurricane. “Kastsudon? Hey, baka?” Yuri had tried to get him to make eye contact with him multiple times on the ride home, but Yuuri was lost in his own world of fear and panic. As they now stood in front of the door, Yuri and Otabek were becoming even more concerned.

Otabek unlocked the door and ushered them both inside. Something was wrong with Yuuri and they weren’t entirely sure what. He had been acting strange all day like he wasn’t fully there. They had both known that Yuuri would get this way sometimes, but usually, Viktor was the only one who could sort him out. “Yuuri?” Yuri pushed the man to sit on the couch and crouched down to look into his eyes. Yuri may not have been the best of friends, but he knew that Katsuki had needed someone right now, “Yuuri? What’s wrong?” Yuuri gulped and fiddled with his fingers, “N-Nothing.” His voice was scratchy and wobbly, like a child’s who was on the verge of tears. Otabek came and sat beside the Japanese skater and put a hand on his shoulder, “Yuuri, we want to help you.” He murmured to him. Yuuri shook his head and one simple glance at Yuri, Otabek knew there was a storm about to brew.

As foreseen, Yuri stood up and kicked hard at the piece of the couch next to Yuuri’s legs, trying to get his attention. “Proklyat'ye! That’s bullshit, Yuuri!” Otabek could see the concern in Yuri’s eyes, even though his face was contorted into one of anger. Yuuri hiccupped and brought his knees to his chest, the inner tide of anxiety was over getting stronger and faster. Otabek held up a hand to his boyfriend and tried to calm both of them down, “Yuuri, what’s on your mind?” This seemed to calm Yuri down some and knelt back on the floor so he could watch Yuuri’s face. He had never seen his softer spoken nerdy friend like this before. He knew that the excessive energy that Viktor had exerted often turned Yuuri into a content person, even when nerves struck him at competitions, but this was a whole new scenario that Yuri was hoping he would never have to see.

It was then that the flood gated broke; the anxiety over powered him. He had lost control and just like that he started to become hysterical. Neither Otabek or Yuri really knew what to do as Yuuri started to sob loudly and hyperventilate. Otabek awkwardly put an arm around Yuuri’s shoulders and tried to find something to say, “It’s alright...whatever it is that’s bothering you, I promise it’ll be okay. Do you want me to call Viktor for you? He might be at a conference but I-“ “NO!” Yuuri cried loudly as he took short wheezing breaths, “Please. Viktor. Viktor can’t know.” “What are you talking about Yuuri?” Yuri looked up into Yuuri’s dark brown eyes that were flooded with tears. “Don’t tell Viktor. Please. Don’t.” He sobbed and placed his head between his knees. Otabek continued to awkwardly pat his back, not really sure what to do. Yuri sighed and looked up at his boyfriend, “Ostavaytes' s nim?” Otabek nodded softly, “Chto vy delayete?” “Sobirayus' zakhvatit' neskol'ko veshchey. Vozmozhno, pozvonite Viktoru.” “On ne khochet, chtoby my nazyvali Viktora.  Mozhet byt', pozzhe.”

Yuri nodded and went into the kitchen to grab some water and then to the linen cupboard for a blanket. He remembered from past experience that when in shock, EMTs would often wrap people in a blanket and have them drink some water to help calm them down. Coming back into the living room, he carefully handed the blanket to Otabek, who wrapped it around Yuuri’s shaking frame as he continued to sob, “Yuuri, it’s alright. Just take some deep breaths.” Yuri knelt in front of his blubbering friend and held the glass of water in front of him, “Why don’t you try to drink something.” Yuuri shook his head, “I can’t!” “You’re gonna be just fine, Yuuri. I’ll even hold the glass for you. Just take a sip.” Yuuri’s ragged breaths had started evening out some as time had passed, but now they were starting to become quicker paced once more. With a sigh, Yuri set the glass on the table behind him, “Alright! Alright. You don’t have to take a drink Kastsudon. What’s the matter?”

An hour had gone by and finally, Otabek and Yuri had managed to calm Yuuri down enough to get him to tell them what was going on. “It’s all this damn wedding nonsense.” Yuri sighed as he laid back against the bottom of the couch next to Yuuri’s feet, “And Viktor being gone hasn’t helped matters. I should get him to come home right now.” Yuuri’s tears started up again and Otabek sighed loudly in annoyance at his boyfriend, “On nakonets uspokoilsya!” Yuri slid up to sit on the other side of Yuuri on the couch and put a hand on top of the messy black head of hair, “I’m sorry Yuuri. I didn’t mean to make you more upset.” “Yurio, what happens if it all goes wrong? What if Viktor decides he doesn’t want to marry me anymore?” Panic was rising in Yuuri again but was quickly stopped by the sharp smack to the cheek. Yuuri’s head flew to the side and his tears stopped as he blinked in surprise, trying to get his breathing under control. “Yuri...” Otabek murmured in surprise. Yuri ignored his boyfriend and locked eyes with Yuuri. He was now standing in front of him and Yuuri had never seen this much anger in Yuri’s eyes before, “Are you fucking kidding me?! How stupid are you? I knew you were dumb and all but really!?” “I-“, Yuuri started but Yuri cut him off. “No! It’s my turn to talk. I have watched you and Viktor being all romantic and lovey dovey for two and a half years. I can’t go anywhere around the rink or the gym without seeing you two kissing or flirting, chert voz'mi! You two are so disgusting.” “Yuri...” Otabek hissed but stopped when his boyfriend glared at him. “No. He needs to hear this.” Yuri turned back to Kastsudon who was staring up at him in surprise, “I did not give up a gold or silver medal to you and Viktor for nothing. You both beat me fair and square in the Grand Prix and if you don’t think Viktor was what pushed you, and you him, you are stupid. If you think all of the kisses and sightseeing and cute little love notes – don’t blush, I saw them! – aren’t showing Viktor’s love for you, then you are blinder than a bat.”

Yuuri blinked up at the seventeen-year-old Russian skater and felt something inside him ease. His breathing was evening out. The flare of panic was decreasing. He knew what Yuri was saying was true. His motivation for all of the last Grand Prix was Viktor. From the flow of his step sequences to the music to his jumps, they all had a hint of Viktor in them. They all professed his love for his one and only. Viktor was his muse and Yuuri was Viktor’s.

He knew that deep down, everything was going to be just fine. He knew Viktor didn’t run away from anything and Yuuri would never run away from Viktor. And the slight stinging on his cheekbone reminded him of that.

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It had been a few days since Yuuri’s huge panic attack and after Yuri smacked him, and Yuuri was feeling a lot better. Otabek and Yuri had managed to convince Yuuri to talk to Viktor about his recent bouts of anxiety, much to Yuuri’s worry, but Viktor had been more than understanding. He had offered to fly back on the soonest flight, but after an hour long debate, Yuuri had managed to convince Viktor to finish his business in the States and then fly to Japan the next week. The next couple of days had been easier on Yuuri’s emotions, with the occasional nervous spurt. He was more excited than anxious about the upcoming week than he had been since Viktor had been gone. He could feel Yuri and Otabek keeping a watchful eye on him still, but he wasn’t affected by it much.

This morning was a little hectic for Yuuri as he tried to quickly pack his bag before his 10 am flight, while also packing for Viktor’s full sized poodle, Makkachin. But, after triple checking that he had the wedding band he was gonna present to Viktor in a little over a week and double checking that he had his phone, he started out to his cab that would take him and Makkachin to the airport. After the hassle of getting checked in and getting through the security with Makkachin (Viktor had managed to get Makkachin to be licensed as a therapy dog once Yuuri came to live in Russia), they both had settled into the chairs near the gate.

Makkachin was resting his head in Yuuri’s lap as he sat in front of him and waggled his tail. “I wish Viktor was here.” He mumbled to Makkachin, who panted in response, “I bet you do too, huh girl?” “Don’t worry piggy. You’ll be seeing him in a week.” Yuuri practically had a heart attack as he jumped at the sound of the Russian accented English. Whipping around, he was a sight he never thought he would be seeing.

Yuri Plisetsky was striding towards him, a backpack hanging off his shoulders and his tall stoic boyfriend, Otabek Altin in tow. “What-“, Yuuri stood as Makkachin whined, “What’re you two doing here?” “What do you think? Going to Japan, baka.” Yuri said as he slumped in a chair next to Yuuri. “I can see that but-“ Yuri turned to look at him with a small smirk, “Otabek came to be emotional support since Viktor won’t be there until next Monday. I came so I can smack you again if you need it.”

I hope you all loved Day 2! I’ll be posting again tomorrow!

Check out the rest of the story: Day 1, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, & Day 7

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Impact Wrestling 10/4/19 Review

This was a good episode, but not overly so. There wasn’t a whole lot of forward momentum going into Bound for Glory, they are mostly just hitting on a couple story beats over and over again. However, in a couple stories, we are getting some interesting interaction, and some good matches. The card is shaping up nicely, and I’m looking forward to the the big show. Should be pretty exciting. Here is my full review of Impact Wrestling.

Madison Rayne vs. Tenille Dashwood vs. Kiera Hogan: Dashwood tried to start things out with a quick victory, but Hogan and Rayne quickly started to work together. Dashwood and Hogan fought a bit, with Dashwood nailing a butterfly suplex. For a 1 count. Rayne then hopped on Dashwoods back and held her in place for a superkick from Hogan. Once again, the heels teamed up on Dashwood. Dashwood fought back a bit, throwing Hogan to the outside before locking in an interesting submission on Rayne, only for Hogan to break it up. Once again, the two beat down Dashwood with some really good low dropkicks and moves of the such. They then took the match to the outside, until Dashwood dodged a tope suicida from Hogan that took out Rayne. Dashwood fought her went back into the ring with a neckbreaker through the ropes on Hogan, but Rayne pulled her out of the pin. Rayne and Hogan started to argue about the miscommunication from earlier in the match. They set Dashwood up in the corner, and were arguing about who was going to deliver the superplex. As they argued, Dashwood smacked their heads together, which made Hogan fall off. She then was able to give Rayne a powerbomb onto Hogan, but they all kciked out. She locked Hogan in a Tarantula, before giving Rayne a drop toehold into Hogan, and then both of them a Taste of Tenille. Once again, the heels teamed up on Dashwood, but they argued some more, until Dashwood pushed Rayne into Hogan to send Hogan out of the ring. Dashwood rolled up Rayne for a 2 count before hitting the Spotlight for the win. 

Grade: B-. A fun little story here, with Dashwood needing to overcome two dysfunctional heels. It was good, they had a pretty fun match that I liked a lot. Good stuff to open things up. Dashwood continues to impress. 

Eddie Edwards and Tommy Dreamer Backstage: Eddie told Dreamer that he needed a lot of help, and Dreamer told him that he needs professional help. Eddie claimed that RENO SCUM drugged him. Dreamer told him that he would always have Eddie’s back, but turns out, Edwards was talking to Kenny the Kendo Stick. Ugh. Wasn’t Eddie Edwards kinda badass a few years ago? Like when he feuded with Davey Richards, and when he later teamed with Davey Richards? I wish I could see more of that Eddie Edwards rather than this “I’m so wacky” guy. Reminds me of Dean Ambrose, when he should be more of a Jon Moxley. 

Johnny Swinger vs. Owen Travis: Owen Travis was a jobberThe two locked up right away, with Swinger overpowering the poor local guy a few times. He then started to give him falling headbutts into the nether regions of Travis, followed by an eye, back and chest rake. Travis started to fight back a bit, but Swinger nailed a huge swinging neckbreaker for the win.

Grade: C+. Haha, Swinger was actually pretty funny. I didn’t mind his stuff, and I thought the swinging neckbreaker looked pretty good. Swinger looks fine, so I’m giving this the normal squash rating. 

The North Interview: The two said that they are going to prove themselves as the best tag team in the world after they beat Willie Mack and Rich Swann, but they then found out that it’ll be a three way also against RVD and Rhino. 

Tessa Blanchard interview:  She claimed that Callihan has been attacking people on purpose, and said that everyone in Impact has a target on their back. This was a pretty intense promo, but I kinda got interrupted in the middle of it so I didn’t hear everything. 

Impact Plus moment of the Week: Robert Roode vs. Kurt Angle at an old Bound for Glory. Looked pretty good. 

Ace Austin and Alisha Edwards Backstage: Austin was being really like “nice guy” towards Alisha. He said that Eddie might be dealing with some substance abuse problems, and said that he was only a call away if she needs him. He has experience dealing with friends who has problems like this, so he will be willing to help wherever he can. He is a really good heel. 

Eddie Edwards and Kenny vs. RENO SCUM: Eddie tied Kenny to the tag rope, and started things out against Adam Thornstowe. The two exchanged huge shots back in forth, before Edwards nailed a huge overhead suplex. Luster the Legend then tagged in, and he wanted Kenny. As Eddie went to do it, but Luster attacked him from behind. The two then brawled a bit, and Reno Scum started to take control with some huge to the head. Eddie then nailed a huge blue thunder bomb, but Luster grabbed his leg before he could get the hot tag to Kenny. Eddie evnetually got the hot tag to Kenny, and Eddie took control by just smacking them around with the Kendo stick. Eddie then nailed a tope suicida to Luster. Reno Scum then pulled Eddie and Kenny into the ring, and slammed Eddie into the mat. Thornstowe then went for a splash, but Eddie got his knees up. He then smacked Luster off the top with Kenny, before nailing Thornstowe with the Boston Knee Party and the win.

Grade: C-. This was dumb, really really dumb. But unfortunately, it was also really fun, mostly due to the completely idiotic commentary from a confused Josh Matthews and Don Callis, who constantly tried to pretend that Kenny was an actual wrestler. Before the tope suicida, Eddie threw Kenny out of the ring, which commentary called a tope con hilo. So yeah, that was funny, but this was a largely stupid match. Which sucks because Reno Scum looked really good. 

The North Backstage: They went into the back and confronted Konnan. Konnan took a swig of tequila and the door closed. 

Konnan Backstage: Konnan was lying on the floor of the room that he was in, and a bunch of people were yelling for help. 

OvE Promo: Security surrounded the ring, and Sami Callihan defended his actions from last week. He said that it was an accident, and a tragedy. He then read an apology off a sheet of paper. In the middle of the apology, Brian Cage ran down to the ring, and took out security to get there. He gave Jake Crist a powerbomb on the apron, a F5 to Dave Crist, and a chokeslam to madman Fulton. Callihan ran through the crowd, and as Cage started to chase after him, a fan grabbed him and he pulled him over the barricade and slammed him. Some officials yelled at Cage as he apologized, and Cage got arrested. 

Grade: B.  I actually kinda liked this. It was intense, it was cool, and it showed Cage kinda losing it. I don’t think he needed to be arrested, there could’ve just been consequences from Impact management. But yeah, this was cool. I’m into Cage getting super pissed and kicking the crap out of anyone in his way. He is awesome. 

Daga vs. Chris Bey to qualify for the X-Division Ladder Match: Jake Crist was out on commentary, and Jake and Don made fun of Matthews a whole bunch. The two started out quickly, nailing some huge flying and kicks, only really stopping after Daga hit a tope suicida on Bey. Daga then took control with a snap vertical suplex. He kept up the pressure with a superman forearm into the corner and then a shining wizard for a near fall. Bey then took control with a rewind kick, and nailed a huge tope con hilo. As they went back in the ring, Bey hit a huge slingshot DDT, but still only got a near fall. Daga then put Bey in the corner, and kicked out his leg to crotch him on the middle rope, before hitting a huge Lungblower. Bey fought back with a huge back kick and an awesome flying crucifix bomb for a close near fall, but he recovered quickly and hit an avalanche Spanish fly. Daga got the win with a butterfly facebuster to the knees. 

After the match, Daga and Jake argued a bit, until Dave ran out and they beat down Daga together. As they fought, Blanchard ran out and made the save.

Also, on commentary during this match, Matthews took a shot at Chris Jericho for having an ugly scarf. 

Grade: B. Pretty good stuff. Lots of flying and back and forth, but not really enough selling or storytelling for my taste. There is such a thing as too fast, especially if they aren’t telling a real story during the match. They could’ve done better, but they still put on a really good match. Chris Bey is going places, he will be big. 

Fallah Bahh and TJP backstage: TJP said that he thinks that he has a good game plan, and tried to get Bahh to give him some advice, but he couldn’t. He then told an interviewer that, although he is a Cruiserweight, he is confident for this match. 

Moose and Ken Shamrock Press Conference: Moose called MMA barbaric and completely without skill. But he then brought in a UFC trainer so he can get some of that barbarism. He said that he will beat Shamrock, and Shamrock came to him, not the other way around. Shamrock then confronted him, and said that he will beat Moose because he isn’t attacking him from behind this time. They squared up for a photo, where they insulted each other until Moose took a cheap shot. It was cool, I liked it. 

Grade: B+. This was a good segment, and since there wasn’t much going on this epsiode, I’m gonna grade it. Both guys were super intense, and were great at the MMA press conference jaw jacking. Good stuff that built well to the match. They are doing great with this build. 

Jessica Havok and Father Mitchell Outside: The Father was arguing with Havok for trying to kill Su Yung. He screamed at her for the attack, until Taya Valkyrie asked them to take out Tenille Dashwood for her, and if Havok did it, she’d get the championship match at Bound for Glory. They said no. Honestly it was a stupid idea anyway, because Havok is waaaaaaay bigger than Tenille.

Michael Elgin vs. TJP: TJP tried to start out with some quick dropkicks,put Elgin avoided them. He ate a few strikes here and there, before he started to overpower TJP. TJP started to look for the kneebar, and worked over the knee as the match rolled on. Elgin took control after a huge shoulder tackle, and kept it up with some huge powermoves, until TJP retreated to the outside. TJP was able to snap the arm, before trying to lock in some more submissions, and we cut to commercial. When we came back, Elgin was rocking TJP with strike after strike, but TJP was able to get some nice counters in here and there. He low bridged Elgin to the outside and tried for a cannonball, but Elgin caught him and powerbombed him onto the apron. Elgin kept control, and started to counter TJP’s counters, such as when he had TJP in an electric chair, but he dropped him down for a bridging suplex and a two count. Elgin tried for a deadlift superplex, but TJP countered with a springboard super rana. TJP then lit up Elgin with various strikes and a springboard forearm. He then kicked Elgin into a 619 position, gave him a dropkick and then a splash for a near fall, but he reversed the kick out into a Fujiwara arm bar. Elgin tried for a flying ensiguri, but TJP dodged and tried for an armbar, but Elgin just powered him up for a huge powerbomb, followed by an awesome lariat for only a 2 count. Elgin tried for the Elgin bomb, but TJP countered into a rana. TJP then went for tope suicida, but Elgin caught him right into a powerslam, which looked awesome. Elgin then hit the deadlift super falcon arrow, but TJP still kicked out. Elgin then looked for a huge lariat, but TJP countered with a Cross armbreaker. Elgin nearly made the ropes, so TJP pulled him back into the ring, only for Elgin to then counter the cross armbreaker into a buckle bomb. He followed that up with a huge backfist and a spinning Elgin Bomb for the win. 

Grade: B+. Really good match. This was more competitive than I thought it was going to be, with TJP getting a huge amount of quick offense. Elgin was mostly powering through moves here, although he hit some awesome strikes. Good match with the right winner. Hopefully TJP breaks into the X-Division soon, because he’d make an awesome champion. And that dream match will probably be as awesome as they are advertising. Match of the night. 

Melissa Santos bailing out Brian Cage: Sami Callihan confronted Santos outside of the prison. Callihan told her that the attack was an accident, and blamed Cage for attacking him. However, he said that he really liked hitting her with the bottle, and then left. 

Overall Grade: B-

Pros: daga vs. bey; press conference; main event

Cons: kenny as a tag team partner, ugh

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