#vif

commentary: [And I think you said it best, they survived. They survived, by neutralizing the strongest man on the roster. With a piledriver on the ramp, and then on the apron. Two piledrivers, neutralized Jake Something. Taking the strength away, focusing on Speedball, who was so resilient in this match.]

[Oh, where were you?]

[Now, Speedball x Something. I mean, they were shock world tag team champions, they surprised everybody by winning the titles in the first place. They were valiant champions, fighting champions. And nearly retained here tonight. Violence Is Forever earned that number one contender shot. They were tag team champions that lost, worked from the bottom right back up to the top. Won the tag festival to get this shot. They survived to win.]

[Violence Is Forever's theme, "zombie" by the cranberries, is playing and the crowd is singing along. Speedball starts to sing along too, into the mic]

SB: Jake Something. You and I held the DPW Tag Team Championships for nearly a year. And in every single match, we gave it a thousand percent.

Let's fucking go is not just something you say on Twitter. Let's fucking go is how we live.

But now, Jake, we're done. In fact, I'm done. It's a bittersweet ending. I'm leaving. This was my last match. My last booking. I have nothing else going forward.

What's next for me? Going back to Canada. Taking some time to figure out the next step in my career.

commentary: [Can't help but respect that.]

SB: And I say it's bittersweet because losing fucking sucks. But...

[crowd starts chanting 'Please come back']

Save it. Losing fucking sucks, but... I lost alongside my favourite wrestler in the entire world. The reigning, undisputed DPW World Champion. Jake Something.

And we lost to, not just the greatest tag team in DPW, not just the best in America, not even 'one of the best on the planet', but the best tag team on Earth!

So yeah, I'm pretty bummed right now. And I've got to go for a while. But this place is fucking fire. And I promise that I will come back bigger, better, faster, stronger, right here to DPW! But until then my friends, I leave you in some good fucking hands.

commentary: [Wow. Did you know about this?]

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George fucks Alex over the kitchen island with more care than one would typically take, fucking in a kitchen. When he leans over him it’s to check that the puckered, stitched skin along his hairline stays stitched. It’s to make sure he doesn’t turn his head to rest on the left side, where he’s still bruised, nausea-violet fading into a yellow like bile. He’s tight inside, and hot, and his skin is smooth where George is gripping him, and dress is rucked up to pool in the valley-dip of his spine.

Fucking Alex isn’t like anything. He has nothing to compare it to. Being inside of Alex, coming inside of him. There’s nothing in the same vein or neighbourhood or even continent, Alex coming without touching himself, or without George touching him.