IWF at Pride

[Dean Harper]

With permission from Fed Head Sam here is a little place to post side devos that would happen at a pride event that IWF is participating in/going to. Obviously no one is forced to participate in this. I just thought it'd be fun. For those of you who've never gone to a pride event before here is my attempt to write it up:


A Gay Pride event, often known as a Pride Parade or Pride Festival, is a vibrant and colorful celebration of the LGBTQ+ community, promoting visibility, acceptance, and equal rights. Here's a detailed description of what you might experience at a typical Pride event:



Atmosphere and Setting

• Pride events are usually held in urban areas, often beginning with a parade that winds through city streets, culminating in a festival at a central location like a park or public square. The atmosphere is electric, filled with a sense of joy, solidarity, and community.
  

Parade

The parade is a major highlight, featuring a variety of participants including:

- Floats: Decorated vehicles representing LGBTQ+ organizations, businesses, and allies. (great place to talk about other businesses your wrestler might do)

- Marching Groups: Diverse groups from different sectors of the community such as LGBTQ+ rights organizations, political groups, corporate allies, and local businesses.

- Costumes and Performers: Participants often wear colorful, extravagant costumes, and there are performances by dancers, musicians, and drag artists.

- Signs and Banners: Many carry signs and banners with messages of pride, support, and calls for equality and justice.



Festival Activities

After the parade, a festival typically takes place, offering:

- Entertainment: Live performances from musicians, bands, DJs, and drag performers on multiple stages.

- Food and Drink: Food trucks and stalls offering a variety of cuisines, along with beer gardens and beverage stands.

- Vendors: Booths selling rainbow-themed merchandise, clothing, accessories, and art.

- Information and Resources: Stalls run by LGBTQ+ organizations providing information about services, support groups, health resources, and advocacy work.

- Workshops and Talks: Sessions on topics such as LGBTQ+ history, rights, health, and personal stories, fostering education and awareness.



Community and Inclusivity


Pride events are inclusive and welcoming to everyone, regardless of their sexual orientation or gender identity. They are family-friendly, with activities and entertainment suitable for all ages, including:

- Kids’ Zones: Areas with activities and entertainment specifically for children.

- Accessibility: Efforts to ensure the event is accessible to people with disabilities, including wheelchair-accessible routes, ASL interpreters, and sensory-friendly spaces.



Messages and Themes

The overarching theme of a Pride event is celebrating LGBTQ+ identities and fostering a sense of pride and solidarity. Key messages include:

- Visibility and Acceptance: Emphasizing the importance of being visible and accepted in society.

- Equality and Rights: Advocating for equal rights and protections under the law.

- Commemoration: Remembering the history of the LGBTQ+ rights movement, including significant events like the Stonewall Riots.

- Solidarity: Building a sense of community and mutual support among LGBTQ+ individuals and allies.



Safety and Security

Organizers work with local authorities to ensure the safety and security of all participants. This includes:

- Security Personnel: Presence of security staff and police to manage crowds and ensure a safe environment.

- Health and Safety Measures: Availability of medical tents and first aid stations.



Conclusion

Gay Pride events are a powerful and joyous expression of identity, resilience, and community spirit. They serve as both a celebration and a protest, aiming to uplift the LGBTQ+ community and advocate for continued progress toward equality and acceptance.

signed, 

DJ

[Rosa DeLuca]

Rosa DeLuca stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her bright, rainbow-colored scarf for the tenth time. Her heart was pounding, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. "You got this, Rosa," she said aloud, trying to muster more confidence. "You've come so far. Today is about celebrating who you are."

She took a deep breath, admiring the outfit she had carefully chosen for this special day. Her floral dress flowed beautifully, and the colors seemed to dance in harmony with the vibrant scarf. The dress was new, a treat for herself, symbolizing her journey and newfound freedom. She smiled, her reflection mirroring the joy and apprehension in her eyes. "It's going to be amazing," she reassured herself.

Rosa picked up her small pride flag, feeling the smooth fabric between her fingers. The colors of the bisexual flag – pink, purple, and blue – felt empowering. "This is my day. My first Pride," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I deserve to be happy and proud."

The journey had been long and sometimes painful. Coming out as a bisexual trans woman had taken courage and strength she hadn’t known she possessed. Today was the culmination of that journey, a celebration of her true self.

Stepping out of her hotel, Rosa was immediately greeted by a sea of colors and an atmosphere buzzing with energy. The sounds of laughter, music, and chatter filled the air, creating a symphony of acceptance and love. She felt a lump in her throat, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of it all.

For a moment, she hesitated at the edge of the crowd, feeling small and lost. But then she saw others like her – people waving their flags, smiling, and embracing their identities with pride. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, the nervousness giving way to a sense of belonging.

Rosa spotted a group of people dancing and laughing, their joy infectious. She couldn't help but smile, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease. A friendly face in the crowd waved at her, and she waved back, her heart swelling with happiness. She wasn't alone. She was part of something bigger.

As the parade began, Rosa joined in, marching proudly with her flag held high. The cheers and applause from onlookers filled her with a warmth she had never experienced before. She was here, she was visible, and she was proud.

"Happy Pride!" she shouted, her voice ringing out with confidence and joy. For the first time, she truly felt free.

[Mai Everstone]

Mai Everstone wandered through the vibrant sea of rainbow flags, glitter, and joyful faces at Gay Pride. The energy was infectious, with music pulsing through the air and people dancing, laughing, and celebrating love in all its forms. Despite the lively atmosphere, Mai felt a pang of loneliness.

Dressed in her usual goth attire—black lace, silver jewelry, and heavy eyeliner—she stood out amidst the colorful crowd. Her dark aesthetic was a stark contrast to the bright, multicolored outfits around her, yet it was an expression of her authentic self.

As she walked, she noticed couples holding hands, groups of friends posing for pictures, and families supporting their loved ones. She smiled at the sight, happy for everyone enjoying the day, but couldn't shake off the feeling of being alone. Being single at a celebration of love was tough, and even though she was surrounded by her community, she couldn't help but feel a bit disconnected.

Mai wandered over to a booth offering free hugs, thinking maybe a little human connection would lift her spirits. As she waited in line, she glanced around, hoping to see a familiar face or perhaps meet someone new. Her eyes landed on another girl standing alone, a striking figure with a punk rock style—vividly dyed hair, piercings, and a confident stance. It took her a moment to recognize her from Vivienne's bridesmaid adventure.

Their eyes met, and the girl gave her a small, understanding smile. Encouraged, Mai took a deep breath and approached her.

"Hey," Mai said, trying to sound casual. "Weird to see you here."

"My brother has two world title matches. There's no fucking way I would be in the stands cheering my fucking head off," Dawn Halliwell replied, her smile widening. "Great outfit, by the way. Not very pride specific but I respect the commitment to the bit."

"Thanks, you too. Want to walk around together? It's always more fun with company."

"Absolutely," Dawn agreed.

As they strolled through the crowd, talking and laughing, Mai felt her loneliness start to fade. Meeting someone who shared her interests and understood her was exactly what she needed. Maybe agreeing to be in the wedding meant she had something like a friend outside of the person who'd left her manga in her locker.

The day turned into one of unexpected connections and new beginnings, a reminder that even in a sea of strangers, there are always opportunities to find kindred spirits.

[Natasha Walker]

"I try to discover
A little something to make me sweeter
Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you gimme no reason
Why you make-a-me work so hard."

Nat had come out years ago, adding to the woes with her mother, who had despaired truly that at very least one of her children 'would find a nice man'  and go along, it was as ever needlessly aggressive but she wasn't about to let things  drag her down, mus as she liked style sometimes the choices were Simple.

"That you gimme no
That you gimme no
That you gimme no
That you gimme no"

As she sang along to the song, haired tied up and flag hug about her waist in an impromptu skirt with her jeans and boots and jacket The Shirt would probably stand out the most, plain white simple logo two figures painted in The trans flag colors wearing simple wrestling gear and two words under that:

Piledrive Transphobes.

She didn't expect her friends currently to have any issues, if anything IWF was probably the most out and proud area she'd ever seen given it's alumni,  either way here she was showing support , the little bisexual flag pin sitting right next to a cutesy Sailor Uranus Pin.

It wasn't much of an in joke so much as it was so much on the point it was silly.

"Sooooooooul I hear you calling, oh Baby please give a little respect.

To Meeeeeeeeee."

Another face in a sea of faces, and glad of it.

[Winston Family Values]

Jolene Winston stood at the threshold of her brother's bedroom, her hands on her hips and a determined look on her face. "Denny, you promised," she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of encouragement and mild exasperation.

Her brother, Denny, lounged on his bed, scrolling through his phone. His grumpy expression reflected his reluctance. "I don't know, Jolene," he muttered, not looking up. "I'm not really feeling it. Pride's... a lot."

Jolene walked over and sat down beside him, nudging his shoulder gently. "I know it can be overwhelming, but it's important. It's about being visible, being proud of who we are. Plus, I already told everyone you're coming."

Denny sighed, finally putting his phone down. He looked at his sister, seeing the earnestness in her eyes. "Okay, fine. But only because you won't stop bugging me."

Jolene grinned triumphantly. "That's the spirit! Besides, it'll be fun. You might even meet someone interesting."

As they prepared to leave, two of their other sisters, Dixie, and Gretchen, were bustling around in the living room, surrounded by wedding magazines and color swatches. "You guys have fun," Dixie called out, glancing up from a particularly elaborate wedding gown design.

"We've got Birdie's wedding to plan," Gretchen added, not looking up from her list of caterers. "It's not going to plan itself. And the two lovebirds certainly aren't very much help other then theme."

Birdie, their youngest sister, was getting married in a month to Ricky Spencer, and the preparations were in full swing. Jolene and Denny had been given a pass on wedding duties for the day, a decision that had more to do with their enthusiastic lobbying than any real need for their absence. The agreement was also that if Starling happened to be there... well, Birdie did want her twin at her wedding.

"Don't worry, we'll bring back lots of pictures," Jolene said, giving her sisters a thumbs-up before ushering Denny out the door.

The ride to the Pride event was filled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. Denny stared out the window, watching the city streets pass by. Jolene kept up a steady stream of chatter, doing her best to keep his spirits high.

When they arrived, the vibrant atmosphere hit them immediately. The streets were awash with rainbows, music, and laughter. Jolene could see Denny's apprehension start to melt away, replaced by a hesitant curiosity.

"See? It's not so bad," Jolene said, nudging him again as they walked into the crowd. "Let's just take it one step at a time."

As they moved through the throngs of people, Denny began to relax. He even cracked a smile when a group of drag queens invited him to join their photo. Jolene watched with satisfaction as her little brother started to engage, finding his own way to enjoy the celebration. Jolene couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. It was a good day, a day of pride and progress, not just for her but for her brother as well. And with Birdie's wedding on the horizon, there was still so much more to look forward to.

[Ciara O'Connor]

Ciara O'Connor felt a rush of exhilaration as she stood before her full-length mirror, adjusting the final touches on her Pride outfit. Freshly divorced and ready to step back into the vibrant, welcoming embrace of her community, she was determined to make a statement. She chose a daring, eye-catching ensemble—a shimmering rainbow sequin top that caught the sunlight with every movement, paired with sleek, high-waisted black shorts that accentuated her toned legs. Her confidence soared as she added the finishing touch: a pair of knee-high, patent leather boots that screamed empowerment and freedom.

Her freshly cut, asymmetrical bob framed her face perfectly, highlighting her sparkling blue eyes and the mischievous smile playing on her lips. Ciara felt like a phoenix rising from the ashes of her past, ready to celebrate her new beginning.

As she made her way through the crowded streets, the vibrant energy of Pride surrounded her. Music blared from every corner, and the streets were a sea of colorful flags and joyous faces. Ciara's heart swelled with a sense of belonging as she moved through the crowd, her outfit drawing admiring glances and appreciative nods. She was a living testament to the resilience and strength of the LGBTQ+ community, a reminder that even after the end of one chapter, there were countless new adventures waiting to begin.

With each step, she felt more alive, more herself, than she had in years. Ciara O'Connor was single again, and today, she was going to remind the world that she was here, she was proud, and she was unstoppable.

[Jess Fowler]

Jess is standing on the sidelines of the Pride event with sunglasses on, just outside the pride event IWF was practically hosting, observing the colorful festivities. The atmosphere is filled with laughter, music, and an array of rainbow flags. Colleagues, both queer and allies are mingling, participating in activities, and celebrating the spirit of Pride.

Despite being on administrative leave, Jess can't help but feel a twinge of pride and satisfaction seeing their workplace promote and support such an important cause. They might cross their arms and roll their eyes occasionally, maintaining their tough exterior, but there's a subtle, almost reluctant smile playing at the corners of their mouth as they watch the event unfold.

[steppinoff]

Virginia sat in front of the vanity mirror, putting the finishing touches on her face paint. On her right cheek was Pink, Yellow, and Blue of the Pansexual flag and on her left cheek was the Blues, White, and Gray of the Fraysexual flag. She touched up the edges to make sure they were straight before applying a dark color of lipstick. She smacked her lips together before plotting it on a tissue. Then with a final look at the mirror she gave a nod of approval. Then she took a deep breath and turned the chair towards her shoes.

She took a deep breath and tried to lean down to pick up the ankle boots but sharp pain drove through her knees and up into her thighs and she felt her balance start to shift. She gritted her teeth, biting down until it hurt but then her perception flipped and she tumbled back (Up?) into her chair. She slammed her fist down into the vanity's thick oak surface.

"Fuck!"

Shortly after there was a knock at her door and her mother peaked her head in. "Is everything alright honey?"

Virginia fought down the wave of nauseua that passed through her, focusing on her mother and willing her to stop standing on the ceiling.

"Everything's fine mom. Just trying to get my shoes on."

Her mom stepped into the room. She was dressed in a crop top made from stiched together bandana's in all the colors of the rainbow with a pair of flaired jeans that laced up the sides. "How do I look?"

"Like you want a butch with a mommy complex to spirit you away from dad."

"Oh stop honey! You should see what he's wearing. He pulled out his old Marine cap and a leather vest. He looks rather fetching."

"Look, if the two of you are trying to expand your horizons I don't want to hear about it."

"Oh don't be a brat. We are trying to be supportive. We've never been to a pride event before! It's exciting. Now, tell your mother what's going on?"

She let out a sigh. "It's nothing mom, just trying to get on my shoes."

She saw the frown cross her mothers face as she looked down at the ankle boots on the floor and the forearm braced crutches leaning against the vanity. "Sweetie, why don't we take the wheelchair. That way..."

"NO! They said I can walk more. I am going to walk today!"

"That way..." Her mother continued as if she didn't hear her as she moved to the closet. She crouched down and dug around for a moment before she rose with some calf length platform boots. "You can wear these! They would go much better with your outfit after all."

Virginia scowled slightly, chewing on her lower lip. "They would go a lot better..."

Her mother beamed in the maddening way she did when she had gotten her way. "Exactly. Let's get these on for you. Maybe then we can both find our own butch with a mommy complex!"

"Jesus christ, mom..."

[toukaze]

Moon Pride

The Pride event reminded Rini of the festivals held in Sapporo, but the variety of dress was novel to her. Even Charlie had set aside her usual mixing of cultural clothing in favor of a gorgeous ribbon skirt in all colors of the rainbow, and a white tank top with “Ally” written in large letters across a circular rainbow. For her part, Rini hadn’t put the same level of thought into her outfit, opting for a blue denim jacket over a yellow top and a pink maxi skirt.

Aside from the variety of outfits, it was mostly the same, with vendors and games and performances. For the most part, she and Charlie had just circulated the stalls and enjoyed a few performances. Rini’s oversized purse was filled with trinkets and bits of art. Charlie had laughed while Rini dove into the stalls, awed at how much the community had adopted her personal idol, Usagi Tsukino/Sailormoon. Still, Rini was proud that the message she’d embraced had spread to a group that clearly needed it.

With a frilly Italian soda in her hand, Rini sat back to watch the crowd milling around her. Charlie wasn’t far off, talking to a group about her skirt and seeming to be somewhat embarrassed at their effusive praise. Some other faces were only familiar because of how many hours she’d spent with Charlie, reviewing old matches. Others she’d met across the ring…

Her eyes followed the small spot of shimmering black in the sea of color, feeling unaccountably sad. She wondered if Charlie would understand how her heart ached, given how she felt about April Madrox.

She pulled out the red hardback volume of manga, deciding to get some more English practice in.

“Hellsing? That’s not your usual flavor,” Charlie commented dryly, nearly making Rini jump. Charlie steadied her, keeping Rini’s drink from spilling.

“It had a pretty cover,” Rini explained, putting it back in her purse. “And it’s not that bad. Alucard is hard to take sometimes, but Sir Integra and Victoria are pretty.”

Charlie chuckled at the explanation, smiling broadly down at her. “I can always count on you to like things based on how pretty they are. C’mon, Muun. The karaoke contest is about to start. You and Hannah blackmailed me into joining in, but I’m not gonna let you hide like my traitor of a sister while I embarrass myself.”

Rini immediately downed what remained of her soda, and jumped up, looping her arm around Charlie’s. “You need to change Maasu!” she declared excitedly, dropping back into her native language.

“Oh dear lord…” Charlie groaned, but didn’t resist.

[Samira Conway]

Samira Conway felt a little out of her depth. So much had changed in such a short time.

Samira used to think her dream was to be a wrestler. To make it to the big time and get her name in lights. It got sidetracked by an accidental pregnancy and a failed first marriage. Then she tried to climb the ladder again, only to meet her new dream, Jason. Now they were married, raising five children, soon to be six.

They were a happy and healthy family. The only slight hiccup from coming home from the hospital with Ruby earlier than expected led to a somewhat awkward family conversation though, as they had caught her eldest in makeup and a dress. Jason and Samira had suspected for some time something deeper was going on with Connor.

Samira may have pushed the subject more firmly than her eldest had been comfortable with. Connor had never been great at healthily expressing things, having borne the second-largest brunt of her first husband's abuse after her own. But they had talked it out. Connor wasn't sure what it was at first, maybe an experiment...that had been going on for years.

Jason had little experience and his biggest question was if Connor was on a transition journey or if he was just into cross-dressing sometimes but still happily male. At first, Connor had been evasive. Unsure if the medical transition was something he wanted. He wasn't sure about pronouns or name changes. It was just something that felt right sometimes. Jason assured him that it was okay and he was no less a guy if it was just an occasional urge to cross-dress.

After a long conversation, the term “gender fluid” had been used to crystallise Connor’s feelings and identity. Samira had done a lot of googling before going to bed to find out as much as possible about it.

Hasan and Alan had taken the information in stride, Samira suspected they'd been told ahead of time, but had been happy and supportive. Jasmin and Ruby were too young to understand it but Samira had tried to keep an open mind if and when they had questions.

Samira went maybe a little overboard by trying too hard to be accepting and supportive. Buying clothes and coming out gifts for their eldest. It had seemed okay. In truth, when they were alone Samira had talked to Jason all about her fears. Her fear of what would happen to her baby if the wrong person saw them in a dress. Her fears about the laws that were constantly changing. Her fears were fueled by hateful bigots online. Her fear biggest that someone would take their children away or Connor would be hatecrimed. Jason had held Samira through nights she cried about her fears and anxieties. Assured her that the law took hate crime seriously.

Florida laws weren’t the safest, so he had asked if Samira or Connor felt they should move. Connor had been noncommittal. Samira had not wanted to disrupt his job or have to sell the home they had bought not too long ago.

So for the time being they stayed where they were. Jason acknowledged that he loved his job and would prefer not to leave it to start over. As a compromise Jason offered to help Connor find and settle out of state if he wanted, he was old enough. It was all about Connor’s safety and comfort. Samira had helped Connor apply to colleges in "safe" states. She missed him terribly but being happy and safe was a better option than the constant anxiety.

He'd gone away to college in Nevada, so if he needed support there were at least Kathy and Jake there. After a few months, Connor was trying they/them pronouns and a new name, Theo. Samira still messed it up sometimes but she was trying. It was an adjustment for Jason too, having spent so long knowing him as Connor. But Jason hoped Conn - Theo understood his slip ups were entirely unintentional. It wasn’t an identity Theo seemed entirely settled into, but Jason promised to support them as best he could, suspecting that their decision had partly been motivated by wanting to disassociate from their abuse and trauma, it was Connor who had been abused, not Theo.

Samira joined a few PFLAG (Parents, Families, and Friends of Lesbians and Gays) in the area. She took some time to advocate for her child's wellbeing and help educate others as best she could as an ally and parent of a ...queer child? It felt weird to use the term but that's what Theo used so she assumed it was mostly okay. She had a lot to unlearn but she tried her best.

Theo. They wanted to be called Theo now. She had to keep reminding herself. Theo. Theo. Theo. Theo, she repeated in her head as she stood in the kitchen. She wanted to support her child, Theo, on their genderfluid journey. Today they were taking the whole family to the IWF pride event. For supporting Theo and to really support the work IWF and Roberto were doing to make a welcoming place.

"This is going to be good, right?" Samira asked.

“Jake is like Roberto’s best friend,” Jason said, “so if my brother trusts him, I trust him.”

"I've never been to a Pride. Have you?"

“This is probably the safest event given how many queer staff and wrestlers they openly employ, Jake has joked that as a straight guy he feels outnumbered,” Jason laughed. “I’ve been to some as part of work but never a casual attendance like this.”

Samira nodded and adjusted her ALLYsaurus shirt with a large T-rex protecting a small baby trex in trans pride colors. "Okay. I have a cooler packed full of snacks and I've gotten the sunscreen on the girls. Alan and Hasan are getting dressed... I think...I think I'm ready for this."

The girls were in matching white dresses with small ‘Someone I Love Is Trans’ and ‘ALLyCat’ written on them as they ate their breakfast.

Jason went to check on Theo, “Hey kiddo, you good? Big day for you,” Jason smiled and stood in Theo’s doorway

Jason had been quite a different stepfather once Theo had given him a chance, genuinely supportive unlike Eric who just beat them.

Theo stood staring at themselves in the mirror wearing a shirt that said “Are you a boy or a girl? Sometimes” with a pink miniskirt with a white bow and had their hair grown long. “Nervous. I think I look like shit.”

“You’re much too colourful and bright to look like shit,” Jason smiled

Theo laughed, “Thanks, Dad.” Theo beamed at his stepfather’s ‘Proud Ally, I’ll be there for you’ Friends Themed black shirt.

Jason hugged them, “Anytime, Sport, you know that.” He kissed the Theo’s forehead.

Theo smiled, taking a deep breath, “Mom over planning yet?”

“All the time, you know what she’s like.”

Theo groaned, they were an adult now but some of the moody teenager was still there, “I do. I bet she’s got the accidentally going into labor early bag in the car too.”

“She’s never without that, and says its my fault,” Jason chuckled.

“Thank god I live across the country so I don’t have to hear it anymore.” Theo teased.

“Sorry, kid, I sometimes forget that you’ve been covering our adult time for like three years now with your baby brothers.”

Theo laughed, “it’s fine. Okay, let’s get this over with.”

Jason pat them on the back as they left for the kitchen. Alan was wearing a t-shirt with a rainbow dinosaur on it with the words "I support Gay Rights. I also support Gay WRONGS. I love it when they do BAD THINGS" on it. Hasan was wearing a simple white shirt that had ‘Diamond Cutter Transphobes’ on it.

Hasan had grown into quite a Rob Diamond fanboy. Samira had been hesitant about it but Jason had convinced her there were worse options he could have become a fan of. At least it wasn’t Dean Harper had often been said.

Though Uncle Jake teased Hasan that he did the Diamond Cutter better and first. Samira had tried to steer Hasan to a nice wrestler like Pax Stormcrow like Alan but Hasan still loved Rob Diamond best. Likely because he was going through a cool rebel phase, or at least Jason hoped it was just a phase.

“Ready?” Samira smiled.

Everyone said their agreement as Theo rolled their eyes over the whole family in Ally shirts but it did make them feel good. As the family pulled into the minivan to drive to the event Samira put on a playlist Spotify said was Pride themed. Out of all the ways the family could have taken Theo’s coming out at least, cringe worthy levels of support was better than what they had feared, given the traditional Asian opinions on all things Pride that their father Eric had held, opinions thankfully not shared by their mother or English stepfather.

[Nate Harris]

 

Nate Harris was beyond excited. The day he had been looking forward to for months had finally arrived: Pride. It wasn't just any Pride event; it was the first one he would attend with his admittedly less then public boyfriend, Jack Ferriman, and their best friend, Pax Stormcrow.

Nate had met Jack almost a year ago, but they had kept their relationship under wraps for a variety of reasons. Nate wasn't some asshole who was gonna pressure Jack to be more public then he was comfortable with. He could take it slow, he had been. Things would work out sooner or later. For now he was happy to just let things exist as they were. Zoey and Justine were busy at a more kid friendly event, not that Pride wasn't kid friendly but Nate worried, with the shit that was going down lately Pride might not be as safe as it used to be.

Pax had been Nate's best friend since he'd joined up with their faction. He had always been supportive of Nate and had even helped him through the early days of Nick fucking off to God knew where. Team Diversity Hire might have been a joke to the rest of the company. They might not understand why the few at the time only non-white guys teamed up. But it wasn't fucking about them. It was about having support. It was about friendship. It was about knowing someone had your fucking back without all the bullshit and backstabbing. Pax was basically the heart of their friend group. Nate felt guilty about not doing more to protect him during Joker in the Pack but Pax didn't seem to hold any ill will about it. There was always Heir to The Throne.

The trio had planned their outfits weeks in advance. Nate opted for a vibrant rainbow tank top and denim shorts, Jack chose a sleek, black leather jacket with a rainbow flag patch on the sleeve, and Pax went more subtle with an Ally shirt and jeans.

As they walked through the bustling streets filled with colorful banners, confetti, and smiling faces, Nate felt a rush of joy and pride. The energy was electric, and the sense of community was overwhelming. He glanced at Jack, who squeezed his hand and smiled warmly. Pax was already looking around the crowd trying to find Charlotte, who they were going to meet up with somewhere around the event.

"Can you believe we're finally here?" Nate shouted over the music, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jack nodded, leaning in to kiss Nate's cheek when Pax wasn't looking. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

Pax spun around, "I'm so glad we're all here together."

The three friends made their way through the crowd, stopping at various booths and taking part in activities. They cheered for the parade floats, danced with strangers, and took countless selfies to capture the memories. Still looking for Charlotte but in what Nate assumed was meant to be a casual running into her way.

At one point, they found themselves in front of a stage where a drag queen was performing. The crowd roared with applause and cheers, and Nate felt a sense of belonging. He was surrounded by people who understood and accepted him, and he had his two favorite people by his side.

"This is perfect," Nate said, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for being here with me."

Jack squeezed his hand. "We're a team,"

Pax smiled, "Always."

Nate felt a tear slip down his cheek, but it was a tear of pure happiness. For the first time, he felt completely free to be himself, surrounded by love and acceptance. A celebration of love, friendship, and pride.

[Vivienne Daniels]

Vivienne had dropped the boys off with her mother. She had changed into a simple blue pink yellow dress and had her collar on as she slipped on her shoes, “Ready when you are.”

Cyrus wore simple black. “Pansexual colours”, he said, lighting up a cigarette, “Clever, Kitten, I admire subtleties.”

Cyrus was not completely clueless, Warren had primed him on some basics including the relevant flag to Vivienne’s identity at least. Not being the only queer person in Cyrus’ life was a big help with Vivienne’s gentle approach to help him unlearn some of his more engrained prejudices toward the community. The slurs had been a big hurdle but he was trying, and that was good enough for Vivienne. As they walked out of the hotel she reminded herself that everything took time. No one was born with a love of pizza, they had to learn to understand what it was and enjoy it. Baby steps.

“What is the difference between bi and pan anyway,” Cyrus asked, “And if there’s no difference, why the separate flags?”

Vivienne smiled, “Well, it’s kinda complicated but I can try to break it down. Bisexual means attraction to one or more genders besides your own. Pansexual means attraction regardless of gender. They are very similar. It's like saying "I like chocolate" and "I like all kinds of chocolate", one is more precise than the other but both come from the same place, and the first one may mean that you like all kinds of chocolate, even if they chose not to precise it, and it as well may mean that you do have a preference. People sometimes use either term depending on their mood. But it’s up to the person if they like being called one or the other.”

“So if I call you bi you won’t be offended?”

“I wouldn’t no, but some people like one label over another.” Vivienne kissed him offering her hand.

“Okay,” Cyrus returned the kiss, “I wouldn’t want to upset the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too.” Vivienne beamed at him as they walked, “So people are gonna be making out and dressed kinda crazy. Like gay Halloween. The time of year people feel they can be as obvious as possible to go back to being casual all other times of the year.”

“Why?” Cyrus asked holding her hand.

“Well, Pride is a joyful celebration and a serious political reminder that LGBTQ+ people are here and deserve the same rights as everyone else. It all started with a riot.”

“A riot?”

“Yeah, June 28, 1969, police raided the Stonewall Inn, a gay bar in the Greenwich Village section of New York City. Raids like this were common at the time—LGBTQ people weren't allowed to gather, dress according to their gender identity or expression, to get married, and so many other things that the rest of society were allowed to do. The police raid was nothing new, but it was the community's response to the raid that made that night different from the ones before it. The LGBTQ+ community and allies rioted. They fought back when the police became violent. Many people were arrested, but that night was seen as a turning point in the modern LGBTQ+ rights movement. Like its a little more corporate than protest but it's still one of those places where people feel free to be themselves.”

Summarising the history and key motivations behind the equal rights movement in terms she hoped Cyrus would understand and even sympathise with, given his own troubled and violent history with law enforcement was Vivienne’s best idea for getting him to be more open minded on the subject. Cyrus didn’t say anything, as he smoked and listened to Vivienne’s best appeal for why he should try to understand why this event was so important to her. Cyrus wasn’t an easy man to read, but Vivienne hoped it wasn’t all falling on deaf ears. She loved him too damned much not to try and better his attitude towards her community.

Vivienne’s education on the subject had been mostly self taught, during her own journey of self discovery as a young confused girl, and Cyrus was the only man that Vivienne had ever tried to educate on the topic outside her own brother, Chester, that is how special Cyrus was to her. She smiled at him nervously, as she finished her cliff notes version of the socio-political strife behind the movement.

“As long as I’m not hit on, I think I can deal,” he said, finally speaking. It was unclear if anything she had said had really registered with him.

Baby steps.

“You’ll be fine. You practically scream straight guy.”

“Are you going to be safe with me, Warren said that bis get looked down upon in heterosexual relationships. Considered less valid in your community?”

“I’ve brought a guy to pride before. I’ll be fine.” Viv waved it off. “There’s nothing they can say that will make me feel less valid.”

“Yeah, but Xavier was in the closet. According to Warren anyway. Personally I don’t see how anyone can be with you and think about someone else.”

“Regardless of whether Xavier was in the closet or not, it was still a straight passing relationship.” Vivienne agreed looking up at Cyrus, “But all that heartbreak and shit was worth it because I found you.”

Cyrus kissed her, deep and passionately, letting her feel how much he appreciated it. They were only about two weeks away from their wedding. An actual wedding that was really happening, for Vivienne. The third time was the charm.

Viv held him for a long moment before breaking the kiss, “You know they have a BDSM booth and leather booth here. Wanna look?”

“Sure, kitten,” he smiled

Vivienne beamed, taking him by the hand as they walked. People stared but no one came up to them. Viv stopped at a couple of booths to look at subtle art and a few handmade plushies but didn’t stop too long in case Cyrus got uncomfortable. It was his first Pride, likelyhis first time interacting with the larger queer culture. Baby steps. She didn’t want to overwhelm him. He was trying, despite his discomfort, and she loved him for that.

They made their way to the leather and BDSM booth. They had lots of props like whips and paddles, a few candles and some art pieces of women and men in bondage. They even had that Japanese rope Vivienne had seen online that looked fun to be done up in. They even had a few stuffed animals done up in bondage gear.

“You love stuffed animals and plushies, Kitten. Want to buy one for your collection?”

Vivienne pointed to a bunny stuffed animal from the bondage booth with a collar on it, “Look, it’s me.” She giggled.

“Hey,” he smiled at the leather-clad girl at the booth, “Got a kitten in this design?”

The girl rooted around under her counter until she produced a stuffed white kitten with green eyes in a black studded collar. “How about this one?”

“Oooh!” Vivienne touched it, with a childlike wonder in her eyes, clearly in love with it already. Vivienne always fell in love hard and fast, didn’t matter if it was with real people or stuffed animals.

Cyrus bought Viv both the kitten and the bunny, nothing was too much for his princess. It made Vivienne blush. She had her own money, she could buy her own things just fine but the fact he bought her anything made her feel loved and valued. “Now it’s you,” he smiled, handing her the kitten first.

“Thank you!” Vivienne wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately. Unlike in other places where this level of pda got some uncomfortable looks and comments this at most got some cheers. When they broke apart Cyrus looked over to the girl, complimented her on her rainbow-coloured hair and lesbian flag face paint.

Baby steps.

Vivienne hugged the stuffed animals, “Do you want anything? Maybe a whip or something?”

“What would you recommend?” he asked the girl at the stall, Vivienne saw a genuine effort from him to engage somebody openly out and proud, it made her happy.

The girl smiled at his compliments and was happy to show them her stock, “So I assume your sub is a little newer. We have a heart-shaped paddle. We have a combo gag and blindfold that can be attached with a handcuff and buttplug if you’re feeling spicy. I’ve got some shibari for beginners if you want her to start tying herself up for you to dominate her easier. We have some whips that can hurt really nice but don’t leave marks too long. Honestly, I got a shit load. All made by hand and I stand by their quality and durability.”


Cyrus inspected carefully, asked Viv if anything took her interest that they hadn’t already tried or gotten. Consent and comfort was always key, Cyrus wouldn’t do this without consulting her.

Vivienne looked very much like a kid in a candy store, “Am I bad if all of it’s interesting to me? I wanna try all of it. I’d love for you to dominate me in any way.”

The girl smiled, “You got a good one.”

“He’s the best.”

Though it was expensive, Cyrus ended up funding an entire two days takings for the stall just by himself, he even threw in some extra since the stall holder was helpful and collecting for LGBT youth charities. He bought one of everything Viv wanted to try. He offered an apology for clearing out her stock as she bagged up their items. Vivienne had never felt so spoilt.

Vivienne was bouncing she was so excited, “Thank you Daddy!”

They had quite a bit to carry around, Cyrus suggested stopping off at the hotel and coming back after dropping it off. Vivienne agreed giddy and happy to have had such a good day. Vivienne seemed to almost dance back to their hotel room, something that made Cyrus pleased. Vivienne kissed her stuffed animals and then Cyrus.

Viv held him close, “Do you want to go back out or try the new toys?”

“Whatever you’re in the mood for, Kitten. I know coming here was important to you.”

“We had fun. I enjoyed it. We spent a couple of hours. I think we can celebrate.”

“Just being with you is my celebration.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, kitten,” Cyrus smiled.

Vivienne smiled up at him, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I feel the same.”

[Dean Harper]

The first time someone had called him gay, Dean had been five years old. He hadn’t exactly known what the word meant and his grandmother had beat him within an inch of his life for asking. Something about Dean Harper had always been gay. Everyone had known it. Growing up in a small nowhere town near the reservation but not on it, being too white passing for one place but just not white enough for the other, not belonging, and being a freak had been second nature. Everyone thought he was gay already so forming his first crush on a Doctor Mccoy when he’d sneaked watching old reruns of star trek had not even surprised him.

Liking girls had felt the weirder part.

He remembered the first time he saw Emily. Emily, with her auburn hair that shone like copper in the sunlight, the way she had been taller then any of the boys in their school, the way she had made a bully cry in his vomit after she’d kicked him in the rib, and eyes that seemed to hold galaxies. It was in biology class, and Emily had just transferred to their school. Dean had watched her from afar, intrigued by her easy laughter and the way she seemed to brighten any room she entered.

At first, Dean couldn’t quite place the feeling. He’d admired people before, but this was different. There was a warmth that spread through his chest whenever Emily was near, a flutter in his stomach he couldn’t ignore. He found himself wanting to be around Emily more, to hear her voice, to make her laugh.

One afternoon, they were paired for a project. Dean’s heart raced as they sat close together, their heads bent over textbooks and notes. Emily’s scent, a mix of lavender and something uniquely her, filled the air. Their hands brushed occasionally, sending electric sparks up Dean’s arm.

As days turned into weeks, their friendship deepened. They spent hours talking about everything and nothing, sharing secrets and dreams. It was during one of these conversations, lying on the grass in the schoolyard, that Dean realized the truth. Emily was talking animatedly about her love for stargazing, and Dean was lost in the way her lips moved, the light in her eyes. It hit her like a wave—this wasn’t just admiration or friendship. He was attracted to Emily, deeply and undeniably.

The realization was both exhilarating and terrifying. Dean had always assumed he would follow the path expected of him, he was meant to just like boys, but this felt right. He spent many sleepless nights grappling with his feelings, wondering what they meant.

As he’d grown older he’d experimented with boys, girls, and people who didn’t fall into nice little boxes. He’d loved two people deeply since his real becoming. Maxine…Maxine Valentine. The name would forever be etched in his heart, a testament to a love that was fierce, fleeting, and unforgettable. And though she was gone, her memory lived on, a beacon of light in the darkness, a reminder that he had once been loved deeply and completely.

And Warren. People said you got two chances at love. And fittingly enough, Warren had come just in time. On and off again. It had been a year since the last time Warren had pulled away, but the pain felt fresh as if it had only been yesterday. But Warren had come back, he always did. So what if mending the fences meant a little therapy and more then a little bit of physical therapy for his knee. They were back together, he was whole. They had their fights, and their moments of doubt, but nothing ever seemed insurmountable when they were together.

Dean couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Warren, his usually reserved and reluctant husband, buzzing with excitement as they prepared for their first Pride parade together. Warren had always been hesitant about attending Pride, feeling that it wasn't his scene, but something had shifted in him recently, bringing out a side of him Dean had never seen before. Maybe it was just being World Champion again, Dean hoped it was something deeper and more important, like them being together again. He wanted to push, to ask, to confirm the reasons, to know beyond all certainty that this time, this time they really were going to be okay.

The undeniably insistent itch of personal doubts and anxieties flared up in Dean’s mind again. The need to know, to hear that Warren really loved him, wanted him, needed him. No, Dean told himself firmly, no. Dean’s constant, chronic need to be reassured that he was loved and much more than a warm body in Warren’s bed had been what had driven them apart in the first place Dean reminded himself. He could not and would not suffocate and smother his beloved with his bullshit again. He had to be better than that, and he was better than that. His issues should be addressed at a more appropriate time, place and person - Dr Smith’s office at their next scheduled therapy session.

This was Pride, a celebration of unusual and strange love, a love deeply misunderstood by the masses, and so it felt like an incredibly apt metaphor for Dean and Warren’s entire passionate but deeply complicated relationship. It was a time of great joy Dean thought. He focused on that as he boldly refused to scratch the insufferable itch. He was better than that.

"Are you ready for this?" Dean asked with a grin, adjusting the very short crop top that confidently declared him to be an ‘Absolute Snack’ in vibrant and unapologetic bisexual flag colors. The words emblazoned across Dean’s chest were complimented by his bisexual fishnets and a pair of booty shorts that read ‘Enemy of the State’ across his fine ass. A bold fashion choice motivated in part by the intimate knowledge that his ass was Warren’s favorite part of him, so if it drove Warren crazy to have it so prominently on display, then that was only an incredible bonus to feeling the most comfortable he had in years.

Warren, sporting a muted black ‘#BICON’, T-Shirt that Dean had never imagined he'd wear, especially since the blue, purple and pink hashtag redefined not only Warren’s sexuality, but crucially how he now felt about it for the world. Warren also wore blue denim shorts and white knee-high leather boots, more outlandish than anything Warren typically wore, but he wanted to prove to Dean that he could embrace his feminine side and wasn’t afraid to be a little wild and crazy, especially at this important time of the year. Warren had a responsibility, especially as the new World Champion to be an out and proud representative for his closeted fans to feel a little safer in the world, and now that Warren was pushing passed his denial of liking women just as much as men, it wasn’t a responsibility he wanted to shy away from.

Warren’s feelings for girls like Max, Vivienne and Shea didn’t invalidate his gay marriage or mutually strong feelings for men like Rob Diamond, Devlin Raine and Dean Harper. He wasn’t any less authentically gay just because he chose to no longer deny the part of him that told him it was okay to like both, that it didn’t have to be a simple black and white choice anymore.

This second coming out should go much easier than his first, especially as Dean assured him that it really was more common than Warren feared to redefine yourself multiple times on your own personal journey. Labels were just labels and could be swapped multiple times, without a problem as Warren discovered and rediscovered more about himself.

It wasn’t anymore a crime to go from gay to bisexual on this coming out than it had been going from straight to gay in his first. It was safe, nobody would judge him, nobody would mock him for being paralysed by indecision and nobody would beat him bloody for being a deeply confused and chronically nervous young man who wasn’t as butch or manly as John or Spike had needed him to be to prove he was worthy of carrying the family name. He could be his beautifully unique self for the first time in his life, and there was no safer time or place to embrace that than at this IWF Pride Event, especially now when he was indisputably their biggest male superstar.

Warren slipped on a black leather jacket which proudly displayed a colorful rainbow arching across his back, and then his World Championship, which finally had his name and side plates on it, something he’d insisted on holding off on until after Night of the Immortals was in the books and there was no doubt who the top guy in the company was anymore. "Absolutely! I've never felt this free and happy in my life. Let's go celebrate how wonderful it is being me,” Warren beamed.

As they stepped out into the bustling streets filled with colorful decorations and the sounds of joy and solidarity, Dean felt a surge of hopeful pride and fresh love for Warren. He grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers, and they made their way towards the heart of the parade.

The atmosphere was electric, with people of all ages, backgrounds, and orientations coming together to celebrate love, acceptance, and diversity. Dean and Warren were greeted with cheers, high-fives, and hugs from strangers who quickly became friends. The couple danced, laughed, and even shed a few tears of joy as they moved through the crowd.

Warren had even insisted on stopping by more stalls and booths, including one managed by IWF icons, Abigail and Eternity, who were offering a face painting service to passers by. There were a variety of designs on offer, covering the wide spectrum of orientations and sexualities. At his insistence, Warren got Eternity and Abby to paint large proud bisexual colored butterflies across both his own and Dean’s right cheek, so they matched.

Of all the places Dean Harper thought he would find some common ground with Warren’s friends, this Pride event was the least likely. As it turned out, Eternity, at least in this setting, didn’t seem quite as intimidating as Rowan had led him to believe. In fact she seemed remarkably human and down to earth, maybe part of that was being here with the love of her life too, just as Dean was here with his. Dean understood that perfectly.

Dean was in such a good mood and felt so safe and secure with Warren that he didn’t even mind the hour they had separated after running into Shea. With a quick kiss, they promised to meet back up later whilst Warren hung out with his good friend, allowing Dean to do the same, if he could find any. Dean spotted Brooklyn and April, talked with them a while as well as Devlin. He even shared a quick drink with the man who had patched up his knee and was here enjoying his day off, Dr Todd Hunt, all without fear of how jealous Warren might get. If it was okay for Warren to hang out with women Dean knew Warren liked then it was also okay for Dean to hang out with handsome young doctors and former wrestlers turned coaches. That was what building mutual trust back up in a healthy relationship was all about, Dr Smith had told Dean.

Warren's eyes were still sparkling with excitement when Dean eventually met up with him again. “I can't believe this is what I missed out on all these years," he said, squeezing Dean's hand tighter. "Thank you for bringing me here, Sweetness."

Dean's heart swelled with pure joy. "Thank you for coming with me, babe. Seeing you this happy and free and comfortable makes it all worth it."

As the parade wound down and the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the city, Dean and Warren found a quiet spot to sit and reflect on the day's events. They watched as the sky turned into a canvas of pastel colors, feeling more connected and in love than ever before.

"We should do this again next year," Warren said, leaning his head on Dean's shoulder.

Dean kissed Warren passionately, absolutely smitten and feeling a profound sense of gratitude to the universe for helping Warren finally find his way back home to Dean, where he belonged. "Yeah, we should, and we will,” Dean promised the love of his life, “We absolutely will.”