Chokeslam! - Rancid T-Shirts Live (by RobbieABA)

October 7, 2011
  • woke up
  • put a key in a mailbox
  • made some ravioli. I never let the sauce go to waste with some flat-bread crackers.
  • Mr. Eric Trent called me and was seeing if we can hang out. I assure him yes I can before 4 o'clock.
  • I never got the go ahead to head over to his place, so I went to Sammi’s.
  • Sammi and I watched Rocky Balboa hahahahahahahaha
  • Went to the Chokeslam! show in Knoxville. Met with Eric at Cookout and showed me some free (legal) parking places. Most of the time I only go to Knoxville to see them at Longbranch.
  • Show was cool. There were hardly any people during Chokeslam’s set as they opened the night. More people came as the Ska band began to perform.
  • I was going to leave after the second band because I was getting tired.
  • I found that there was a Papa John’s truck directly to the left of my car completely blocking me in. Having recently worked at Papa John’s, i know this won’t take too long. I chill on top of my car but not for long for i am bored.
  • I get some Taco Bell and head back to my car. One of the delivery men said it would take “a minute” but we both know it would take a while. I didn’t take into account that this is a huge Papa John’s in comparison to mine. It is Knoxville after all.
  • Head outside of Longbranch to hang out a little bit.
  • Back to my car, truck still there.
  • Walk up and down the street a little bit. Return to car. Truck no move.
  • I head back into the show and enjoy the rest of the performances. 
  • Head back to my car. Truck still there. I just lay on my hood while party-goers walk past me, almost all of them saying, “Look at this guy.” I recieve a text that my Uncle Ace and his family is in town. YAY!!!!! A pleasant surprise!
  • The same delivery man thanks me for my patience and offers to move the truck so i can leave (still not done).
  • I finally leave and head to Grammaw’s. Great night :)

Title: Joe
Rating: M (Slight language & adult content)
Characters: Roman Reigns/Anonymous
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the mystery lady.
Summary: The events that occurred after the Monday Night Raw episode on 4/13/2015 where Reigns is chokeslammed on top of the car by the Big Show.
Authors Note: I apologize these are taking so long to post. This was a crazy weekend for me to say the least but they are coming! Also this is the first thing I’ve ever written where I’ve used “Joe” instead.


My heart shattered. It shattered into a million tiny little pieces the moment I saw him. He sat slumped over, his long raven hair still wet as it shielded the side of his face from my view. His back toward me I watched from the doorway, daring the stinging sensation in my eyes to turn into actual tears.

Several trainers tried to approach him and each time he fought them away. His heavy muscular shoulders heaved with every ragged breath he took, his legs dangled in front of him from his perch. I noticed him holding his forearm close to his abdomen. He hadn’t been hurt like this in a long time–at least not sense his emergency surgery scare, but seeing him so battered and broken never got any easier for me.

I took a step into the locker room, the men looked up. I think they could tell by the look on my face that I wanted to be alone with him. There was nothing more they could do anyway. He wouldn’t let them. They silently filed out of the room as they brushed past me, apologetic looks etched on their faces. They knew I would be in for a difficult night dealing with him just as much as I did.

Slowly I approached him, praying that when I finally used my voice it wouldn’t betray me. I didn’t need him to know how scared I had been watching that segment with Big Show, the choke slam and that car. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as I reached out for him. My fingers trembled before grazing his bare arm from behind.

“I said I didn’t need any fucking attention,” he growled, catching me off guard as he jerked away. I took a step back, a small but audible gasp left my lips in shock while he racked a hand through his hair finally revealing his chiseled jawline and haunting grey eyes.

He looked over his shoulder, wincing as he did. I don’t know if it was due to physical pain or because he realized that I wasn’t a member of the medical staff. I’m sure he noticed the pained expression of his rejection now etched on my face. His eyes instantly softened considerably.

“Shit baby, I’m sorry.. I thought.. Come'mere.” He motioned me around the trainers table with his head, I’m sure because everything else hurt too much to move. My teeth dug nervously into my bottom lip as I stepped around and in between his legs. I unwrapped my arms from around my waist as I rested my palms on top of the fabric of his black tactical pants, against his thighs.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you..” He whispered gravely. His eyes locked on mine and I knew he meant it. “I thought you were one of those fucking trainers..” He shifted and I could instantly tell it was his shoulder that had taken the worse of what Show had given him.

“They’re only trying to help..” I mumbled. It was true. They were only doing what Vince paid them to do. And I’d bet their services cost more here in England. But I also knew that his Samoan pride wouldn’t let him accept any of that help if he knew he could get by without it. He didn’t say anything in response, probably because he knew I was right.

My hands slowly raised to his face, tucking stray strands of his damp hair behind his ears before cupping his face with them as they trembled against my will. His facial hair prickled against my palms as I watched his eyes close and felt him lean into my touch. He let out a heavy sigh.

“If you’re not going to let them help you, let me..” My voice was faint. I knew if I said it any louder those tears I kept trying to force back would surely start to fall. “Let me take care of you, Joe..” I could physically see his body relax, the tense stance of his upper body fading.

“Only you mama, only you..” A chill ran down my spine. His voice did things to me that would be inappropriate to say out loud in front of other people. I watched his eyes flutter open. He turned his head slightly and his lips pressed into my palm. He took his left arm and wrapped it around the back of my thighs pulling me further into him. I stayed mindful of his opposite shoulder, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him more.

His soft lips laid into my own as he kissed me and my knees felt weak. I could feel his neediness. It was rare for Joe to be this fragile, this dependent but on these occasions I knew that even when he didn’t use the words that he needed me to be there for him.

I reluctantly pulled back from his kiss, knowing it was getting late. He needed to get changed and head back to our hotel. “We need to get going.” I said and he nodded his agreement. I stepped back allowing his huge frame room to get up.

He slid down off the table but the moment his feet hit the ground one of his knees buckled under his weight and he stumbled. I reached for him, grabbing onto his good arm as I steadied him. I could see the pain on his face but I didn’t say anything.

Joe leaned on me for support as we trudged back to his locker room. Thankfully I had almost everything ready to go prior to the main event. I could feel his eyes on me as we rounded the last corner, the locker room just mere feet away now.

“What?” I asked softly, his arm wrapped around the back of my neck as I helped him along. I didn’t look at him though. I was too busy concentrating on getting him there without incident.

“I love you..” He answered as we now stood just outside the door marked Roman Reigns. My heart flipped, I’d never grow tired of hearing that beautiful man say those three little words.

He reached out to open the door, shuffling his feet a little better than before. I ushered him into the room and closed the door behind us. “I love you too, J.” I whispered as I helped him walk to the black leather couch.

He slumped down, hissing through clenched teeth as the jolt jarred his shoulder. I knew I’d have to help him out of his gear and into a change of clothes if we wanted to get to our bed before dawn. I walked to his open suitcase and started pulling out clothes.


I awoke with a jerk, sitting straight up in bed clutching the sheets to my bare chest. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room I turned my head to see that Joe wasn’t beside me. The bed was empty.

I tossed the covers back as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The clock on the nightstand lit up with bright red digits. 3:34am. I tucked my hair behind my ears as I grabbed the first article of clothing I came to. Joe’s light blue dress shirt from the media interviews he had done that morning.

I slipped the oversized button down on, buttoning enough of the buttons so that my body was covered. When I stepped into the front room I could see Joe through the sliding glass door. He stood next to the balcony railing, his long hair blowing in the wind.

I slowly padded across the room, sliding the door back just enough for my body to slip out. I wrapped my arms around my waist, holding his shirt tight against me. The breeze sent a chill over me when my bare feet hit the cold cement. Joe acknowledged the sound of the door as I closed it behind me. I watched him look back at me over his shoulder just as he had done earlier.

“Did I wake you?” He asked, his voice a low rumble. I could tell he was tired but I’m sure he was up because of his shoulder. He had gotten most of the feeling back into his fingers before we had fallen asleep which was a good sign.

I walked to him, wrapping my arms around his body from behind gently. I pressed my palms flat against his abdomen, feeling the heat radiating off of him. I pressed my lips to his bare back, kissing him softly once or twice over his spine.

“No baby, you didn’t. You okay?” I could feel every breath he took, his abs tensing up as he spoke.

“I’m fine. I just got too stiff laying down. Been out here about an hour now…” He moved, taking his good arm to pull me around and up close to his side. His grey eyes cast down, eyeing his shirt as it hung off my shoulder on one side.

“An hour?” I questioned, looking up to meet his gaze. A smile played at his lips. He loved when I wore his shirts and I couldn’t help but to smile back. I had missed that gorgeous feature these last few hours.

“You left me alone in bed for an hour?” I smirked, turning around to lean up against the rail as I crossed my arms over my chest. I tilted my head to the side giving him my famous pouty lip.

“You wearin’ anything under my shirt, sweet pea?” His voice was now low and husky, it sent a chill down my spine that had nothing to do with the wind. A giggle escaped from my lips as he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“Nope.” I answered simply even though we both knew that Joe had already known the answer to his question. He leaned down, taking my lips with his own in a heated kiss. I felt his tongue slide across my bottom lip and I granted him entrance to my mouth.

After a few moments he pulled back, his chest heaving slightly. I felt his fingertips ghost down my arm to the hem of his t-shirt. I shivered as I felt them tracing lines up my bare thigh.

“Baby…” My breath caught in my throat when his fingertips floated to the inner thigh and I swore I could feel lightening on the end of his touch. “Please. You’re hurt. You.. Need.. To.. Rest..” With every word that left my lips his fingers trailed higher and breathing became harder.

Joe closed the small gap between us, his hair falling forward into his face as he leaned down to bury his face in the nape of my neck. I gasped as his teeth grazed the sweet spot only Joe knew about. He bought his lips to my ear.

“I’d have to be unconscious in a hospital bed somewhere before I’d be too hurt to make love to you..” He whispered, his breath hot on my skin. “I may be down, but I’m not out by any means. I let you take care of me earlier, now I’m going to take care of you.”

I felt his good arm snake around my waist, gripping my opposite hip. He raised his head a little, “put your arms around my neck.” I did as I was told, locking them securely. I yelped in surprise when he lifted me with one arm and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.

I could hear him growl as he took my lips with his own again. He undoubtedly could feel the heat of my center as it now rubbed against his side. I tried to push the worry of his injury to the back of my mind. If this is what he wanted I couldn’t deny him.

Joe walked me back into the hotel room, the darkness engulfing us. My lips pressed against his in a haphazard kiss, my hands racking through his hair. “Are you sure about this, Joe? I don’t want to hurt you, I know how you can be..”

He growled his response as he laid me back down on the bed, still clutching his injured arm to his abdomen. He looked down at me and started to push his shorts down his legs. “If you know how I can be than you should know once you’ve turned me on…” His voice trailed as he crawled up onto the mattress. He kissed his way up between my legs as he held his body weight up with the one hand.

“There’s no stopping me..” He finished, a lusty smirk on his face.

“Joe…” His name left my lips on the end of a moan as his lips again connected with my skin. I started to unbutton the first few buttons of his dress shirt when I felt him bite the inside of my thigh in protest.

“Stop.. That’s enough.” He said, smirking again at the amount of cleavage that was now showing. “Leave it on for me baby girl…” I melted into the mattress. I could feel the dull ache for him within me getting stronger by the second. This man was too much.


5/2 WWE in Halifax results: Seth Rollins vs. Roman Reigns for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship

7. Seth Rollins beat Roman Reigns to retain the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. A lot of the kids and women were all about Reigns, while teenage males and adults were all about Rollins. The story of this match was how good Rollins is. He had a lot of great spots and Reigns was capable but not ready to carry a big match one on one. Kane came down and interfered after a ref bump. Reigns kicked out of choke slam. Reigns tried to spear Rollins, but missed him and hit Kane instead, then Rollins performed his DDT finisher and got the win. After match Rollins gave Kane grief, so Kane chokeslammed him. Reigns speared Rollins. Kids were happy at the end.

For 2 ½ hours of entertainment, it was a fairly good price and lots of fun.

Best Pops
1 Ziggler
2. Kane
3 Reigns
4. Lucha Dragons
5. Rollins/Axel

Most Heat
1. Sheamus
2. Rollins
3. Adam Rose
4. Female Heels
5. Swagger after Kane came out


One of the best days of my life. November 2010, Kodyfest 2. Chokeslam! had long broken up and this was supposed to be their final show with all the original band members. It was rumored they would play but they vehemently denied them. I knew they were going to a day or before when I happened to call the lead singer during band practice. Due to the overwhelming critical acclaim they received, they decided to reunite.


Cat Daddy by Chokeslam!


#Repost @kane_and_the_deadman
Kane chokeslaming ! #wcw #wwe #wwf #attitudeera #americanbadass #kane #undertaker #hhh #markcalaway #vincemcmahon #cmpunk #therock #kurtangle #scsa #stonecold #smackdown #wwe2k15 #danielbryan #bigredmachine #brothersofdestruction #johncena #taker #glennjacobs #Tna #thankyoutaker #tripleh #wwenetwork #brocklesnar

What It's Like to Have A Younger Sibling

Younger sibling does something to make you mad so you punch, slap, push, kick, dropkick, roundhouse kick, uppercut, people’s elbow, chokeslam, stone cold stunner, kamehameha the fuck out of them then they start crying….

Younger sibling: *cries* I’m telling momma!!!!

You: no! Don’t tell momma! I’ll do your chores for a week!!!!

Younger sibling: …… 2 weeks….

You: the fuck?!

Younger sibling: MOMMMMMMM!!!

You: ok ok alright!!!! Gotdamn you little shit!

You: *starts thinking of ways to kill the evil little shit….but you don’t wanna go to prison for life, so you pick up the broom and start sweeping…*

Some photos my lovely girlfriend took at WWE Live on Saturday! Cass manned the camera while I marked out during the Ziggler vs. Sheamus “Halifax Street Fight.” Amongst the highlights: Sheamus and Ziggler trading kendo stick lashes, Ziggler hitting a flying crossbody, and Ziggler countering a powerbomb attempt into a legdrop sideways through a table with chairs on it(!!!!????!!!!).

I had a REALLY GREAT time at my first ever wrestling show! My throat is still sore from screaming, but that’s the risk you run with a Kane run-in during the main event and a strong inner child. Chokeslams all around!

Also, just as a funny aside: as much as in my smarky heart I really believe that Reigns is being pushed down our throats, the guy wasn’t afraid to really work at a house show, and he is over as fuck, at least in my neck of the woods. I think I was the only person cheering Rollins in the whole packed house!