Went to Fight Club: Pro tonight and met Pete Dunne, Trent Seven, Tyler Bate, Travis Banks, Sami Callihan, Shane Strickland, Rey Fenix and Pentagon el Zero M. All of them were really nice and wished me a happy birthday. The Lucha Brothers vs the BruiserCats was definitely match of the night. I think this might have the best birthday ever.
(Bonus: Throwback to that time I met the Swords of Essex at WCPW Bulletproof and also Marty Scurll was there.)
What would Pete do in the ring and out of the ring (you have an inter gender match against him)
i’m taking some creative license here, because the in and out of
the ring thing is a little vague…
- you were… hesitant when Ospreay had approached you
three weeks before the PWG event, asking if you’d tag with him and Mark Andrews
- you’d worked with Ospreay enough in ROH and in some smaller promotions in
Japan to trust him, even become friends. From everything you had heard, Mark
was one of the coolest dudes on the planet
- you’d agreed without asking for too many details, you’d done intergender tag
matches before and were comfortable being in the ring with men
- but it was when he told you their opponents, did you regret saying yes
- Pete Dunne, Marty Scurll, and Tyler Bate
- Will at least had the good judgement to look sheepish, but you weren’t going
to back down from your word
- so the match was announced
- not ten minutes later, you’d received a Twitter notification
- Pete Dunne: @(YN)Pro - if you meet me in my hotel room
before the match, I promise to take it easy on you
- soon my twitter feed was blowing up
- the final shot across the bow that started The Great Wrestling Twitter War of
2017 (copyright of the Young Bucks) was Kenny Omega tweeting: Careful,
Peter. She won’t just bite your fingers, she’ll take a pound of flesh.
- you’re very proud of yourself for getting the final shot in before you all
had arrived in Reseda, California. (Y/N): I’ll enjoy housebreaking a mouthy dog like you. Welcome back to
Reseda, you British bitch.
- you’d ridden in with Ricochet, having both worked Lucha Underground a couple
days prior and were there stupidly early. The only others at the venue were the
Young Bucks and a couple others setting up their merch
- it felt like the usual PWG camaraderie, but the mood shifted in a very, very
perceivable way as soon as Dunne, Bate, and Scurll came in
- Dunne’s eyes had snapped to you with a laser like focus and his face shifted
into what should have been a smirk, but looked more like a snarl
- “Your arse is looking fantastic today, (Y/N). Can’t wait to see it up
close and personal.”
- Adam Cole had spit out his water into Nick Jackson’s face and choked a little
at Dunne’s shouted words
- Dalton Castle, who I had been joking with, had clasped his hand over my mouth
to keep me from responding
- “Not in front of my boys!”
- Ospreay and Mandrews had shown up not two minutes later
- tensions were high, and Dunne and I spent dancing around each other with
heated glares and rude hand gestures
* Out of earshot, Adam Cole to Matt Jackson: “We may see our first live
hatefuck in PWG.”
* Matt laughed so hard he cried.
- you were a little nervous as your name was announced. You knew that you had no chance of beating Dunne, Bate, or Scurll by trying to out power them. You’d have to rely on your speed and your cunning to not get seriously hurt. - the Reseda faithful was hot, and the kiss you blew to Pete just made them chant “(Y/N)’s gonna kill you, (Y/N) is gonna kill you.” - Ospreay, that over protective shit, made every effort to keep you away from Dunne - it wasn’t until you’d reached the the ten minute mark in the match that you and Dunne were in the ring facing each other. Mandrews and Ospreay had taken out both Bate and Scurll on the outside of the ring with matching tope suicidas - Dunne and I were nose to nose, talking a whole lot of shit, before he pushed me away with a bold smirk - and I hit him with an enziguiri so hard that the crack of my foot against his skull echoed around the room - Pete had fallen to the mat, and when he looked back up, his face was heated with something that most definitely wasn’t anger - Then a grin spread across his face and my stomach flipped. - You did your best to avoid the haymakers and the stiff forearms he was throwing - You were making of the most of your speed, and you were able to reverse most of his offense into head scissors, DDTs, and on one occasion, a nasty reverse Frankensteiner - but he caught you in a series of vicious suplexes that left your head ringing, so maybe you imagined his hands lingering a little too long - with a growl, he’d flipped you through the Bitter End and his grip on your leg made your blood sing - someone broke up the cover, but not before Pete had muttered in your ear, “We should really do this again, (Y/N).”
You knew the match was going to go south when you saw the two other members of British Strong Style march down the ramp during the Progress title match between Zack and Pete Dunne.
Marty had tried to get you to stay put, but you had just danced around him and charged out. This was something Zack had been working towards for months and you’d be damned if you let it end like this.
In hindsight, you probably shouldn’t have gone out alone, even with a steel chair as an equalizer. You’d gotten a couple of licks in, before being sent to the mat with a boot to the face. You were dazed, head having just bounced off the mat, but there was no mistaking the shout of rage from Zack’s direction. The members of British Strong Style were smart in clearing the ring and then Zack’s concerned face was swimming in your vision.