#MY UFC BUDDY!!!!

[othernaut]

Character Creation Challenge, Day 27: World Wide Wrestling

"Haley? We need you. Dan's on the roof again."

The woman in the doorway was twice her size. Half her makeup was off, the other half smeared under a deluge of fresh, red blood. Still, she managed to look sheepish. This wasn't what Haley was here for. Most people knew that by now. Or maybe it was - when things got intense, her brother tended to forget every face but the most familiar. "Are you not your brother's keeper?" her parents would say, hovering over her, expectant. Everyone knew what he was like these days. And everyone knew they could call her to bring him back. Until it killed her, or she killed him first.

"How long've we got?" she asked. The woman in the doorway leaned out, listening, filtering the essential backstage soundscape through a more expert ear. "Ten minutes?" she said. "We can push it to fifteen if he's bad. Just... give Misha a call, if he's, you know..."

"Really bad."

"Yeah."

Haley closed up her homework, suppressed a sigh, and slid out into the hallway. Out there, the noise of a wrestling show in full swing roared and echoed. The crowd, voices rising and falling like a static wave, muffled everything else to bass notes and intimation. The thud of bodies hitting the mat; the announcer's keen radio voice splattering the air with disconnected syllables - unmistakeable and untranslateable. The tall woman - Skorpetta, she remembered, there was a scorpion painted on her buttcheek, that helped - clicked the door shut and hovered nervously at the end of the hall, watching Haley hurry to the stairs. Everything backstage seemed to run on rubber time, either immediately important or too far ahead to worry about. This was a situation that had been building all afternoon, she was sure, but it was only now that it was an actual problem.

She hurried.

The arena wasn't supposed to have its roof open in the winter, but functionally, every time she'd been here, there had been a milk crate propping open the access door. Haley crunched her way outside, toeing past broken folding chairs and decades of cigarette butts. Her breath started fogging two paces from the halo of escaping heat. At least it wasn't hard to tell where Dan had gone off to. There he was, toes over the edge with his arms open wide, stiff-backed and steaming with sweat, staring into the rolling, overcast evening. She could see, in the parking lot, at least three distinct groups of people bunched on the asphalt, filming on their phones.

"Hey, Dan?"

He didn't turn. "It's okay," he said, "I'm gathering my energy." His voice sounded like it was set to .75 speed. He turned his head, caught in profile against the oncoming night. The one pupil Haley could see was as black and wide as a hunting cat's.

"Fuck," she said, "I'm calling Misha."

"No, don't," he squeaked. He stepped back from the edge, somehow stiff and wobbly at the same time, legs bowed like he was riding an invisible horse. He'd sweat through his makeup: the six-fingered alien handprint that was supposed to be the mark of whatever horseshit wrestler lore he'd made up was well on its way to finger number seven. He staggered forward, gripped Haley's shoulder tight, and straightened, as if he was trying to vampire away her poise.

"Dude, you're supposed to fight a guy," she said. She was already walking him back inside, out of the cold. Kicking the milk crate out of the door, easing him down the concrete stairs. "Like, fuck, you're supposed to be on camera."

"Are you worried about me?" he asked. She kept struggling, kept descending, kept wondering. He was six inches taller than her and a hundred pounds heavier, but he was wound so tight, clenched so tense that he felt almost weightless against her. His eyes were locked on the back of her head. She could almost feel his focus. She nodded and concentrated on walking.

He pushed off of her, stood upright, took the stairs on his own. First haltingly, like all the world was made out of gelatin, and then with increasing confidence. She could see a bit of that shit-eating daredevil smile that she remembered from when they were kids, usually seen right before he dive-bombed off the garage or something. "You've got nothing to worry about," he said. "I'm back. This body once again contains me." She smiled, too. Stood nearby while he made it to backstage and zigzagged his way to the front.

She didn't know why she kept doing this, why she kept lying to herself that it fucking mattered. She was only supposed to drive him here and back. None of this shit meant anything to her, but... Dan was walking tall now, almost radiating. Slipping back into the role. After everything she'd seen him go through, all that shit in high school, if this was the thing that brought him back? Out of his room, out into the world, out into somewhere, something that made him smile? Sure. It was worth a couple of hours a week. Until it killed her, or she killed him first.

Skorpetta was leaning by the doors, forehead taped, radiating visible relief when she saw them. "We had to cut to a pre-taped promo," she said to somewhere between the both of them. "You're going right out into the ring." Dan whooped, punched his chest, shouldered through the doors; Skorpetta had to hold him back until his theme song started. Then he burst through, wheeling through the curtains in a laughing spiral, arms swept wide. The backstage corridor filled with raging neon and the roar and clamor of the crowd, like a Garden of Earthly Delights painted with ever-burning fireworks. They introduced him - "Now making his way to the ring, hailing from the Energy Plane, ambassador for the Cyber Mind and breaker of cosmic chains!" - and he ran, leapt, dove under the ropes. Picked up a rolling microphone, started rambling about aliens and ghosts, and they listened. Shouted, cheered, and listened.

Haley should have been getting back to her homework, but then Skorpetta's heavy hand fell on her shoulder, and she stayed. "Hey, thanks for always being there," she said. Haley smirked, dismissive, but stayed in the doorway and watched, even when Skorpetta let her go. This wasn't anything good for him, wasn't what her parents would call a "healthy coping mechanism", but fuck it, right? What's the alternative? He trips balls alone in his dorm room or he does it here.

Some people don't get to have the same experiences as everybody else. Some people have to scrounge for catharsis while the rest of the world achieves purpose. And wrestling's a transitory state, anyway. Ask anyone and they'll tell you no one can be in the game forever. You exorcise the demons you came with until there's nothing left for you to do.

Was she encouraging him?

Would he do it anyway?

Doesn't everyone deserve somebody to stay with them, even through all the dumb shit they do to themselves?

What dumb shit would she be doing, if someone would have been there for her?

*****

Now Making His Way To The Ring: Robo Weapon Hailing From: The Energy Plane Entrance: Trippy & Surreal Stats: Body -2, Look +1, Real +1, Work -1 Role: Heel (less vindictive, more chaotic) Want: Bring An Opponent Into My World! Audience Resets To: +2 Momentum/Heat: ???

Moves: Finishing Move: Roll 2d6. On a 10+, I hit my finisher clean. On a 7-9, choose: I win through guile instead (gaining +1 Heat) or they help me play up my unique approach (we both gain +1 Momentum). On a botch, choose: I still win but it looks terrible (-1 Momentum), or my opponent saves by covering me (booking themselves the win and they gain +1 Audience). Showstopper: Once per Episode, I can just show up in an otherwise unaffiliated segment. I declare my agenda, gain +1 Momentum, and if a wrestler tries to donk it up, they break kayfabe. Play to the Crowd: When I use my gimmick to highlight a real issue, roll +Real. On a 10+, I nail it, gaining +1 Audience. On a 7-9, it's either a hit backstage (+2 Momentum) or someone comes out to take me to task (I gain +1 Heat with them). On a botch, I mishandle it, losing -1 Audience and being booked into a punitive match.

*****

I am mad that this game is good.

It fuses together two things that I don't really like on their own, Powered by the Apocalypse and professional wrestling. Moreover, both unliked halves of World Wide Wrestling are celebratory in their presence, keenly loved by the designers and expertly blended together into a unified whole. The changes, additions, and structure of World Wide Wrestling flow with the structure of PbtA rather than fight against it, making this so far the only PbtA game I've liked that wouldn't have been better suited just making up a whole other bespoke system. The alloy that it uses to weld the disparate, unliked halves together is pure arm-waving enthusiasm and, ruefully, that's where the magic is made.

World Wide Wrestling is clearly written by people with a deep passion for both wrestling and roleplay, people for whom this wasn't a project to bang out but something ruminating in the back of the mind for a long time, and passion is an unmistakeable draw. That's the only real click inherent in wrestling as a whole for me - not the show itself, but being in the crowd with a bunch of people who have all eagerly bought in. The fact that the passion itself is the throughline is what tips the game over from "eh, not for me" into "god damn it, I have to at least have a look at this thing".

This is also why I'm mad. The actually clever role-playing game bits, like the unique player-versus-GM-versus-player system, are so intrinsically also a part of professional wrestling that I don't know how I would excise and transplant them. Player elimination and PVP, both things I try desperately to avoid when running any tabletop of any sort, are accounted for and expected here - moreso, it's handled with the kind of back-and-forth camaraderie that is, again, intrinsic to the medium of professional wrestling and its pre-scripted pageantry. It even manages to suck a little bit of the tedium out of being the GM - more than anything else, you wind the players up and let them go, as if they were screaming, muscley Beyblades, and the little mini-game of making it seem like their shenanigans are what you planned all along makes hilariously explicit an open secret of GMing. World Wide Wrestling isn't a wrestling game that happens to be good, it's good because it's a wrestling game.

The worst thing? The worst thing of all? I might have to play this with actual people. Through what I can only assume is a curse upon my very destiny, I've somehow manage to surround myself with friends and loved ones who are very fucking into combat sports. Like, my best friend in all this world puts out an ongoing and infuriatingly well-written weekly UFC report. I have known this man for decades, I'm officiating his wedding, and I feel his dark spirit hovering over me, watching me write about wrestling. His wife is into combat sports. So's my boyfriend. There is a very good chance that any human being I grow emotionally close to will be a wrestle-liker. And I, the obsessive RPG weirdo, must tell them of World Wide Wrestling, because I love them and want them to be happy, even if the source of their happiness is alien and bewildering to me.

Also, yeah, this character was influenced by the one element of professional wrestling I still remember with clarity - the unhinged, cocaine-fueled promos from back in the 90's.

Next up: Sigmar says its my turn with the soul.

[odinsblog]

Legendary musician Jack White of the White Stripes excoriated Trump-loving celebrities by name for buddying up to Donald Trump in public at a UFC fight in Las Vegas over the weekend. Trump was spotted glad-handing and chatting with Joe Rogan, Guy Fieri, Mark Wahlberg, and noted antisemite Mel Gibson. Jack White took to Instagram to share his thoughts:

"Anybody who ‘normalizes’ or treats this disgusting fascist, racist, con man, disgusting piece of shit Trump with any level of respect is ALSO disgusting in my book. That’s you Joe Rogan, you Mel Gibson, you Mark Wahlberg, you Guy Fieri. This is a statement from me, not a discussion/debate.” —Jack White III

[south-of-heaven]

Masterlist

Last updated: 29/3-24

Requests are open

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NSFW Headcanons Masterlist (ON HOLD)

Rhea Ripley

Damian Priest

Priestly

Dominik Mysterio

Finn Balor

The Judgement Day

Seth Rollins

Becky Lynch

Brollins

Charlynch

Charlotte Flair

Andrade

Flair-Idolo (Charlotte & Andrade)

The Four Horsewomen (WWE)

Cody Rhodes

Brody (Brandi & Cody)

Brandi Rhodes

Bayley

Baylor

Baysha

Sasha Banks

Dakota Kai

Iyo Sky

Damage Ctrl

Kairi Sane

Lyra Valkyria

The Four Horsewomen (UFC/MMA)

Marina Shafir

Ronda Rousey

Browsey

Travis Browne

Rouszler

Shayna Baszler

ShayKota/Kaiszler

Mia Yim

Jessamyn Duke

The BRE

AJ Styles

Jey Uso

Nikki Bella

Brie Bella

Trinity Fatu

Glowish

Jimmy Uso

Roman Reigns

Drew McIntyre

Sheamus

Natalya Neidhart

Ronattie

Queen of Harts

Alexa Bliss

Bianca Belair

Jadanca (Jade & Bianca)

Jade Cargill

Zelina Vega

A to Z (Aleister & Zelina)

Zekota

Carmella

Trish Stratus

Karrion Kross

Scarrion (Scarlett & Karrion)

Scarlett

Team Bestie (Trish & Lita)

Lita

The Rated R Couple (Lita & Edge)

Edge

Eddie Guerrero

Chyna

Cheddie

Shawn Michaels (On hiatus)

Triple H

Stephanie McMahon

Beth Phoenix

Phoenix-Edge (Edge & Beth)

Sonya Deville

Alicia Fox

RnR (Rhea & Raquel)

Raquel Rodriguez

Moriguez

Liv 4 Brutality

Liv Morgan

Zoey Stark

Starkszler (Shayna & Zoey)

Troey (Trish & Zoey)

Candice LeRae

Indi Hartwell

InDex

Dexter Lumis

Rhuddy (Rhea & Buddy)

Buddy Matthews

Brody King

Malakai Black

Julia Hart

House of Black

Jon Moxley

Moxuette

Renee Paquette

Claudio Castagnoli/Cesaro

Toni Storm

Saraya

Jeff Hardy

Ruby Soho/Riott

[yourimagines]

Can you do a baysangur chamsoudinov (baki) or khamzat chimaev a cute headcanons or one shot without smut or just light smut ?? Thank youu 🩵

Hi, thank you for your request, I hope you like this one

Biggest fan

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Swearing, Soft, Fluff

Y/N POV

My younger brother is a mega fan of the UFc and our parents made me to go with him to a UFC fight, they didn't want him to go alone so here we are....searching for our seats in a stadium full of people ready to see some fights.

"Please stay close to me, mom would kill me if I lose you in these crowds." I grabbed his shoulder to slow him down a bit. "I'm sorry, I'm just so hyped for this night." I nodded but kept him close to me. "I know buddy but you can freak out when we are at our seats."

We both found our seats, close by the octagon and he freaked out a little bit. "oh my god, this is awsome." I smiled and sat down. "Mom and dad are so awsome for this." he sat down and grabbed his phone, Filming around him. A guy sat down next to me, smiling at my brother. "Sorry, It's his first time." I said to the guy. "It's fine, he looks very happy." I nodded and looked back at my brother. "I'm sending this one to dad." He looked at me and smiled. "Okay cool buddy."

The first fight just ended and he was thrilled. "this is so much cooler than watching it at home from the tv." He clapped in his hands and grabbed his soda. "I'm happy that your having fun." i grabbed my phone and send our mom a text that he was having fun. "Oh my god." He whispers as the guy that sat next to me stands up to greet someone. "What?" He was looking at him in awe. "That is Khamzat Chimaev." He tapped on my knee in excitement. “Please don’t do anything embarrassing….”

Khamzat POV

I sat back down and looked to my right, the kid was looking at me but soon as he saw I was looking at him he looked away. “Sorry, he’s a big fan of you.” She says with a light blush on her cheeks. “It’s okay, hey kid do you want a picture?” He looked back at me with a grin on his face, nodding in excitement. “Come here then.” He rushed over and gave his phone to her, to snap a picture of us. “Thank you so much mr Chimaev.” He says to me. “No problem kid, I hope you have a good time tonight.” He nods and sits back in his chair. “It’s my best day ever.” I smiled and he looks down at his phone. “I hope you’re not bothered by that, he’s just very excited to be here today.” I shook my head and smiled at her. “I understand, I was just like him when I was his age.”

She stood up to get something to drink and pointed at him. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He nods and looks around. “Is that your mother or something?” I asked him, he looks at me and shakes his head. “No, that’s my sister.” I nodded slowly. “She’s a good sister then, tagging along with you.” He smiles and nods. “Yeah she’s the best.” He looks back at the octagon and snaps a picture of it. “I’m updating my parents, they didn’t want me to go but my sister talked to them about it. They even got us these seats…” “Do you fight?” He nods slowly. “Yeah…but I’m not that good, they don’t really like it but my dad says it’s better than tennis or anything like that.” I chuckled and nodded. His sister came back and gave him his drink and snacks. “There you go.” “Thanks.”

Y/N POV

He was looking at me with a small smile on his face. “I hope he didn’t bothered you when I was gone” he shook his head. “No…I was bothering him, can I say that you are a good sister to him.” That took me a bit back and emotional to hear it. “Oh, t-thank you.” He immediately say it and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just trying to be nice.” I shook my head at him. "It's fine, I'm just a bit taken back by it." He smiled and leaned a bit closer to me. "I take it as a compliment then." he gave me a wink and moved back into his seat again. I bite down on my lip and looked away from him as I felt my cheeks warm up again.

The fights were over and we were getting ready to leave the stadium. "Stay close to me please." I said as I grabbed him by his shoulders. "I will." Everyone was trying to get back to their car or to catch a bus/taxi. "Let me guide you guys safe to your ride." Khamzat said as people were trying to push through. "Thanks but we don't want to be a burden to you." He waved his hands and gently grabbed my hand. "Don't be stubborn now, Let me help you guys." I nodded and let him guide us through the crowd as my brother was smiling like a crazy madman.

"Thank you so much." He led us safely through the building back to the parking lot. "No problem, do you guys have a ride back?" I nodded and fiddled with my zipper from my jacket. "yes we do, our dad is picking us up." My brother quickly answerd him. He nods and smiles. "Well it was nice meeting both of you." "It was nice meeting you too mr Chimaev." He chirped in before I could say anything. He chuckles and ruffels through his hair. "Be a nice brother to your sister, she's a special one." I started to blush and looked shy at him. "Oh I will mr Chimaev." I rolled my eyes at him. "Look y/n, dad is here." He points at the car and runs to it. "Well that was it, Thank you again you defently made his day." He shrugs and smiles. "I hope I made your day aswell." I shyly nodded at him. "Here, just in case you need a guide again." He gave me a paper with his number on it and walks away. "Thanks, I think I will need it again very soon!" I quickly ran to the car and got in.

"And are you dating him already?" My brother asks me. "Who?" My father asks surprised. "No one." "Khamzat Chimaev." we said at the same time. Our father rolled his eyes at us as we started to argue. “Stop lying.” I slightly pushed his against his shoulder. “You stop lying, you have his number.” He pushed me back. “Hey! come on be nice to each other….” Our father shot us a glare and we both stopped and kept quiet for the whole ride.

I was looking down at the folded paper in my hands, smiling at the thought of him. “You are so in love with him.” He whispered to me. I playfully pushed him and smiled. “I think I am in love with him…”

[eisforeidolon]

Question: How did Supernatural ending affect your day-to-day relationship with Jensen? 'Cause you went from working together every day to not.

Jared: Yeah, great question. It didn't, really? I mean, even during Supernatural - granted we spent so much time with each other every day? But if, you know, he had a week off, he went to see his family. I went to see my family. And we'd text and be like, hey, I'm going to dinner, I'm gonna watch the game or UFC fight or something. It was like, ah, I can't make it, or I can, I'll see you there. And so it never really changed. And I think it's this far out - four years after wrapping? It's so weird to think about fifteen years. You know in America, kindergarten - I'm sorry, school is like, kindergarten, first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth. That's when you graduate high school, and then thirteenth and fourteenth and so it's almost like starting with somebody in kindergarten and going all the way through sophomore year in college or university with somebody. But that's the only fucking person you see, it's not like, oh, he's in the class, it's like, oh, I'm staring at his face all the time. And so we'll always have a pretty deep connection. And I was friends with him when he met his wife, he was on set when I met my wife. You know, we flew together when he had his twins and I was on set with him when my first was born. So we have all these milestones that we've shared and so it's just an easy relationship, you know? Like, if I don't see him for a day? It's like, hey. If I don't see him for a month? It's like, hey. It's a great - it's not a needy relationship. Like I'm totally needy with my wife, if I don't talk to her, I'm like is she mad at me? Just kidding. Kinda kidding. But with Ackles, we're just buddies, you know? I know he's busy, he knows I'm busy. So it's almost like a - and the way my life is structured, I had a great question, well, Jensen and I both had a great question yesterday about, like, what's your next goal in life. About, like, being better about relationships. My brother, my legit brother I just talked about? He lives a ten minute drive away. Sometimes we'll see each other three times in a week, our kids will play together and all that? And sometimes I don't see him for two months. And he lives ten minutes away. But it's like, okay, he's a doctor, he has a wife and kids, I'm an actor with a wife and kids, life is busy. But I'm not concerned. And he's not concerned. So I feel like that's the same. I don't think my time not filming with him now is different than my time not filming with him four years ago, five years ago, ten years ago, a hundred years ago, however fucking long we [?]. So yeah, I'll always - he stood at my wedding, I stood at his, we'll always be connected.

[hughesybear]

Kiefer Sherwood & Ariele (his fiancée) foster dogs with Endless Pawsabillities Rescue!

Canucks roundup December 23rd 2024 - February 1st 2025:

The Canucks did a team Secret Santa

This fan’s experience before her first Canucks game:

Evelynn played really shy when Petey pulled up, and Petey complimented her Canucks blanket, and was joking around with her until she warmed up enough for a photo. 🥹 He said he hopes she has the absolute best time tonight, and they'll be on the look out for her. 🥹😭

Jake pulled up behind Petey, and Ev isn't familiar with Jake so she hid behind me. He signed Ev's jersey and said to her "Can we get a photo?" And she panicked and shook her head no, hiding behind me. Jake: "I don't look THAT bad, do I? I promise I don't bite! I'm a nice guy." 🥹

[Quinn] took a moment to just chat with Ev, and was all smiles with her. 🥹 My heart is so incredibly happy that I got to make this memory for her. 💙💚

Demko’s a big music guy and Off Da Zoinkys by JID is his warmup song:

“I love it, I love finding new sounds. I’ve even dabbled with some writing and production. Some of my buddies still do it. It’s a fun thing — I love music a lot.”

Sherwood being asked about Heinen's fight: "I told him he looked like a UFC fighter just slugging away. I haven't seen that from him, but I loved it."

[lover-of-mine]

You always have balanced insight that matches my train of thought. So listen a mustache picture from (yes likely a UFC party because even I was at one) broke them. Like the aftermath is crazy. But we both can reasonably guess this won't stop those 4 from their usual shenanigans BTS. Then we both can probably agree that promotion goes like normal. Meaning yes, Ryan and Oliver promo a lot together. There will probably be heavy focus on the Chris of it all. If they aren't talking about their characters, they are always all in on the family aspect. If Tommy is back, maybe we see a glimpse of him in the trailer from last season (sort of like Marisol last season).

So my question is how long can the fandom survive this if they drag it out past the first 2 episodes really. I feel reasonably you could already have Buck introduce a little bit of a conflict in E1 to Bobby that results in a on screen break up in E2. But it's hard for me to picture it going further than that.

Can you imagine how they will act as all the above-mentioned things happen? Because right now, it's like they are primed to see Oliver as the enemy. And Buddie cuteness or bad ass rescues or mooing over Chris will not be well received.

Yes, they're going to create chaos no matter the amount of buddie we get, because no matter what, we're getting some level of buddie, and Gavin confirmed he's coming back this season so things can be moving. I don't think Lou would be featured in the promotion and that could create more problems, and I don't think they strictly need him to be there physically a lot, they kept Marisol and she was barely actually there, it would come down to how they need him for Buck's plot. But the fandom side is only a problem if we're creating problems for the business side of the show. It will only matter if fandom creates problems with the ratings or enough discomfort for cast/crew/production for them to actually notice and decide to take action. It will all come down to how they use him, but we don't know. The reasonable people who ship them won't be a problem but it is hard to keep shipping something with nothing to go on because at this point they are shipping Buck with an oc who looks like Lou, if the show keeps him around while continuously breaking the illusion of the Tommy the fandom created in the space between 704 and 706, I don't see them sticking around because they won't be getting anything they want from the show and I don't even see this people hate watching. The worst of them don't see the show for what it is, so they don't have anything to gain from sticking around. But it will be up to how they use him.

[nflballgirl]

channeling all of my caramel apple sucker, one sock inside out, who dey, I’M HIM, prove em wrong, remember who you are 9, smokin’ joe, ski mask ja’marr, “see that big blue thing down there? that’s the end zone,” alert booty, joe cool, “we’re playing football, baby," 7-Eleven always open, “F it. ja'marr's down there somewhere," UFC fight moves, “you can use it too, buddy,” “just put it in my hands, it’s over,” “that’s a first down, brother,” joe brrr, backless suit, “I make too much money to have fake ones,” “just a little scratch, that’s football baby,” special pledge helper, “can’t zero me,” joe shiesty, “I just think they're pretty cool. what do you think?,” pinky handshake, “my guy, you were wide open,” joey franchise, “you like that?,” guess who’s back, daddy’s home, big dick joe energy

[thewolvesof1998]

Inspiration Saturday

Tagged by @forthewolves @prince-buck-diaz and @heartbeatdiaz Thanks!! xx

This song is on repeat as I write my Buddie MMA Rivals AU I don’t mind if we fight, If you make me bleed and also the inspiration for the name:

"Take it out, take it out, take it out on me

I don't mind if we fight, if you make me bleed

If you wanna let out just a little bit of steam

Take it out on me"

The whole Buddie MMA Rivals AU playlist

And here's a snippet:

“So your last coach sent over his notes, workout plans etc but we can get into that tomorrow, I was thinking it's your first day and well it’s probably been a lot already, especially Buck,” Chim sighs, “He’s a good egg, he’s just going through stuff at the moment.” Eddie nods, not sure if he truly believes it but knows these people obviously like Buckley so he must have some redeeming qualities. He must look sceptical because Chim continues, “He’s normally like a golden retriever but it's been a hard few months so just don’t take it personally.” “I can handle Buckley, I don’t know if Ravi can though”  Chim barks out a laugh, “You caught that huh?” “I think everyone noticed, they’re not exactly subtle” “Yeah, we joke that Athena brought two kids into the marriage, May and Harry, Bobby brought one, Buck.” “Look it’s none of my business,” Even if he was curious, “I’m just here to fight, but it’s affecting me, pairing Buck up with Ravi?” His old gym had only one other UFC fighter, so they had always been paired together for sparring, the fact that Bobby hadn’t done that today was concerning.  “Buck has a habit of pushing himself too hard, Bobby is over-correcting, they’ll sort it out soon, don’t worry.” But Eddie was worried there had been many reasons why Eddie had chosen the 118 fighters, not just their good statistics but when Eddie had decided to move out of El Paso, Tia Pepa had insisted that he came to LA so she and Abuela could help him with Christopher. There were no other UFC clubs in LA so if it didn’t work here he would have to move somewhere he would have no support system. It was hard enough with Tia Pepa and Abuela, already felt like he was failing Christopher, and could hear his parent's voices telling him that he would be better off with them, without him. So this had to work, he was going to make it work even if Buckley hates his guts. 

If you want to read some more from this fic, this is the master list of all the posts I've made!

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[lover-girl-estxx]

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Barely Even Felt It 💥☁️

Its Okay ☁️

Yes! ☁️

no mine but love this! its smut ❤️‍🔥

My Girl ☁️

Nick... 💥☁️

Happy Birthday! ☁️

Stressed Morning ☁️

Watch Your Mouth 💥☁️

Meet the Family ☁️

Nerd ☁️

I really need you ...Please 💥☁️

Sick Days ☁️

Work Day ☁️

Nights with you ☁️

I don't know ☁️

Duck lips ☁️

Booth ☁️

Proud! ☁️

Sloppy Drunk ☁️

My Boy ☁️

Dance with me ☁️

Really 💥☁️

Migranine ☁️

Always Her 💥☁️

Prank Wars ☁️

Drunk ☁️

I can't do this anymore 💥☁️

Positive ☁️

Cuddle Buddy ☁️

Called In☁️

You Think? ☁️

I told you 💥☁️

Happy Halloween ☁️

Forever ☁️

Stop 💥☁️

Missed You❤️‍🔥☁️

Bathroom 💥☁️

Nightmares ☁️

New Girl ☁️

Nothing to be upset about ☁️

What's wrong ☁️💥

Clean ☁️💥

M'kay ☁️💥

UFC 266 💥☁️

Vacay ☁️

Doesn't Matter 💥☁️

Christmas shopping ☁️

New Years ☁️

Nicky ☁️

I'm Sure ☁️❤️‍🔥

I'm - I'm 💥☁️

Old man ☁️

Who cares 💥☁️

Relax 💥☁️

Tiktok ☁️

Podcast ☁️

Math 💥☁️

Dumb 💥☁️

Fighter 💥☁️

Week away ☁️

Car Sex❤️‍🔥

NDA

Part 1 ☁️

Part 2☁️❤️‍🔥

Teacher

Part 1 ☁️

Part 2☁️

Part 3☁️

Part 4 ☁️

Biker girl + Fighter

Part 1 ☁️

Part 2 💥☁️

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for being mad that my friend fucked up my son's chances of winning his UFC match?

Alright, so, like, I and my buddies (all 40sM), we all got sucked into this alternate world and we're all trying to get home and find our kids (all 13M) who disappeared (not our fault) when we got here.

Well, we got my kid, and me and him ended up alone in this bar with a UFC (Unfortunate Foster Children) ring. My kid wanted to go fight, and I figured we could use some money, so I placed a bet on him. I also decided to get one of the other kids in the fight, "Perry" (8M) to throw it and make sure my son would win. Perry was really eager to throw the fight. Like, really eager. Didn't take much to persuade him--I'm a persuasive guy.

So, the fight was about to start, and I started trash-talking the third kid in the fight, "Gerry" (13M) to throw him off. I could tell it really fucking got to him, which was great for me and my kid. And then all of a sudden the other dads appeared. One of them, "Darry", jumped in the ring and tried to get them to stop, but Perry was fucking committed and my kid pinned him and won the fight. I got my gold and went over to the others, but they were apparently pissed at me for some reason. We got into an argument because I "stole their car" (I knew we would meet up again in this town and they could take care of themselves until then, and I "stole" it because they fucked up our plans for having me win the Battle of the Bands to prevent us all from getting killed). Finally they gave up dogpiling on me and told me to apologize. My son didn't want me to apologize, but I did, 'cause I'm nice like that. Seems like that was the wrong thing to do, though, 'cause immediately after I did, my kid got possessed and told me I was a bad dad (lmao) and vanished.

The other dads are still pissed at me, but I really don't think I did anything wrong. AITA?

[rillette]

Bit more about my au that's still being worked on:

First up the dc friends ;

Bruce Wayne is a retired wrestler, trained the bats a bit (that's really their only connection here) , but he's doing commentary now. Has a very clear rivalry with one of the other commentators.

Ted Kord does more of announcements instead of commentary. He'll be down with the other two when he feels like (which is most times honestly) ((pretty much he says this person is here and stuff))

Jason Todd is a wrestler. Uses the name Red Hood (@livingzombie is his handle). Pretty much his deal is. He got bored so took an unannounced vacation that last a few months. He comes back w/ a new costume and a tan. Fans start saying he was risen from the dead as a joke and he goes "that's actually hilarious. I'm doing that" and starts leaning more into being a "zombie" during matches (does like decaying flesh make-up with bones showing) ((his matches get blood sometimes))

Astra Logue is aged up to be an adult (like in legends of tomorrow) and part of the women's wrestling. Her whole ordeal is that she's "brutal but pretty" and has a gf on medical. Uses the name "Hellstar Astra Louge" (her at is @hellstarlouge)

And our marvel buddies;

Matt and Mike used to be part of a tag team called Daredevil but matt got severely hurt + he was loosing his ability to see quicker then he wanted too so.had to leave. But mike stayed and took Daredevil as his name and makes it clear he's fighting for his brother's sake

Tony Stark is the 3rd commentator. Has a rivalry going on with Bruce. Has very clear favorites too. Also used to do wrestling but got too old for it. He didn't want to leave so like. Yeah

Peter Parker is one of the younger wrestlers here. He's a lot stronger than he looks (ppl laughed when he came out into the ring. Then he body slammed jay)

Marc Spector is just. He's brutal and in trouble most of the time. He bites be careful about that. Has been forcefully removed by security MULTIPLE times

idk if pro wrestlers have walkout music like ufc does but jason's should absolutely be living dead girl of rob zombie fame. this au is so so so fun!! laughed at marc's paragraph

[fluttershyweed757]

Skipping my buddies bachelor party for ufc 300

[yourimagines]

Without you I’m lost

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: swearing, angst

- Summary: Nick and you broke up a few months ago and he gets an simple question; are you happy in life.

Nick POV

I walked into the building, I had a interview today about my life, fighting, the comeback to the octagon. “Hello Nick good to see you.” Ariel smiled and gave me hand. I gave him a nod and sat down on the lounge chair. “So how was the ride, good?” “Yeah was fine.” The guys from Ariel’s media team, putted a mic on me. “Are we good to go?” He asked as the guys walked away. “Yes… okay good.” Ariel smiled and looked at me. “We are all ready, are you ready as well Nick?” “I’m always ready.” Ariel smiles and signs to the guys. “Welcome back to another….”

“Nick are you happy in life..?” I cracked my fingers and sighed. “No.” Ariel nods as I thought about her, Y/N. “Why are you not happy Nick.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m always helping others when I needed the help myself.” I mumbled out. “Are you in a bad spot right now” “No I’m just not happy in my life, I screwed up to many times you know.” I looked down at my hands, thinking about everything I ever lost. “You regret helping those people?” I shook my head. “No.. I just forgot myself and I screwed it up.” He hums. “I lost to many people and now I’m like shit I don’t have friends.” “You lost them during all of this.” I nodded. “Yeah..” I cracked my fingers once more. “I think that they don’t understand you Nick, you are not a very talkative guy..but I think you have a good heart and you’re just misunderstood.” “Tell that to the people who walked out of my life..” Ariel gave me an pity smile. “Do you miss her?” “Of course I miss her, she was the only one who understood all the bullshit in this way of living.” “Are you trying to be better person for her Nick, are you showing everyone that you deserve that place in the UFC.” “Yeah… maybe.”

Ariel thanked me for the interview and I left the place quickly. Feeling a bit depressed today. “I’m going home, I’m done for today.” I said to one of my training buddies. “Sure, we talk later, take care.” “Yeah we will.” I said goodbye to the rest and went back to my place, all alone.

I was laying down in my garden while smoking a joint. ‘Would she be happy right now?’ I breathe out the smoke and took a deep hit. ‘Does she miss me?’ I looked at the stars above me, counting them. ‘Somewhere in another reality we are still together.’ I saw briefly a shooting star in the corner of my eyes. ‘Make that stupid wish.’ I took on last hit and closed my eyes. ‘I’m wishing to have another chance with her.’ I opened my eyes and sarcastically laughed at myself. ‘Dumb shit.’ I stood up and walked inside, looking at the time. 2:22. I closed the doors and went upstairs to my bedroom. I walked in and threw my shirt off and jumped in bed. ‘I’m so fucked up.’ I looked at my phone and my heart stopped. Y/N send you a text* I blinked a few times but it still stood there. I carefully clicked on the notification and I went to our chat.

Y/N❤️👊🏻: hi

I was typing away but deleted it. ‘Maybe it’s better to ignore it.’ I locked my phone and placed it on my nightstand. I looked up at my ceiling and was fiddling with my hands. I looked at my nightstand at my phone. ‘She texted me..’ I sat right back up and snatched my phone.

Me: hi

I immediately closed the app and waited. ‘What if it was a mistake?’ I shook my head and carefully looked at my screen. Y/N replied back*

Y/N❤️👊🏻: can’t sleep aswel I see

I smiled and replied back

Me: nope, still awake

Y/N❤️👊🏻 Typing……

Y/N❤️👊🏻: still having those nightmares?

Me: yeah…I’m still fucked up 😂

Y/N❤️👊🏻: good to hear that I’m not alone 😂

Me: welcome to the club ✌🏻

Y/N❤️👊🏻: thanks appreciate it 👍🏻

The messages stopped and I looked at her profile picture. ‘Still beautiful.’ My heart stopped for a moment as I saw she was video calling me. I lay a bit better in bed and answered her call, holding the phone a bit more up in a good angle. “Hi.” She smiled shyly at her screen. “Hey.” I softly smiled back. I looked good at her back ground. “Are you outside?” She nods. “Yes I’m in my garden.” She filmed a bit around her. “I’m looking at the stars.” “Really, I was doing that 10 minutes earlier.” “Really?” I nodded at her. “That funny that we where doing the same thing tonight.” “Yeah, you made a wish as well then.” I joked as she shyly looks away. “No you didn’t.” She nods and hides her face. I chuckled at her. “Okay now we are definitely insane in the brain.” She laughs and smiles at me. “I was thinking about you today…” “you where?” She nods. “Yes I heard you missed me..” she softly said. ‘Shit of course..’ “look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be..” “it’s okay Nick… I miss you too.” I stopped talking and look at my screen. ‘She misses me too.’ “Don’t bullshit me..” “I’m not joking… I do miss you.” “Stay there.. I’m coming..” I jumped out of my bed and grabbed my shirt and threw it on. I heard her giggling. “I’m not going anywhere.” I sprinted downstairs and grabbed my keys. “Nick drive safe please.” I heard her saying. “I will baby.”

I parked the car in front of her house and sprinted to the door. I saw her standing in the door opening and she jumped in my arms. “I missed you..” she says while she starts to cry. “I missed you too baby, so fucking much.” I walked us back inside her house, kissing her head. “I was so lost without…” I said against her hair. She looks at me with red eyes and puffy lips. “Don’t ever leave me Nick…” I wiped away the tears from her cheeks. “I’m not leaving you ever again… I’m sorry about everything…” “I’m sorry as well.” We both gave each other a deep kiss on the lips. “Please stay…” I nodded at her. “I’ll stay.,I’m not leaving.” she smiles and caresses my face. “I love you.” “I love you.”

[vodrae]

Sometimes I feel like the only straight male around here.

I become the straight friend of my tumblr's buddies.

Tell me if you need someone to talk about WWE, motorsports,bayverse transformers, fast and furious, boxing and UFC, World Strongest Man, Mr Olympia.

I can even drink beer and watch football if you need me to be your fake dating AU.

[twobillionseconds]

December 5th - December 9th 2024

December 5th:

Woke up and headed to the airport. Flight was delayed. I called my dad for his birthday. Updated him on various life stuff. I had a tight connection in LA and made it to the flight. Thank god the plane was right next to my landing gate. Got to my destination and picked up my car. Met up with a friend and we hung out and caught up.

December 6th:

Woke up and did some work. I got lunch on my own and stopped by the gym. I got dinner on my own. Walked around the city and what not. Met up with a friend and said goodbye. Stopped by a 24 hour bar. Had a few drinks and went to the airport...

December 7th:

5 AM flight. It was a relatively short flight I thought. One of the flight attendants felt like she was flirting with me? I don't know. I eventually got home. Took a fat nap. Walked the dog. Met up with some friends to catch the UFC fight.

December 8th:

Woke up and the wife went to church and I walked the dog again. Took care of some errands around the house. Got some tacos for lunch. The wife and I took care of some errands. After cooking dinner I met up with buddies to watch Sunday night football. Came home and watched Succession with the wife.

December 9th:

Woke up and went to the gym with the wife. It was nice. Worked from home today. It was an ok day. Had dinner with the wife. Watched some more Succession. Gonna go to bed early.