#hairs ablazin

[revelale]

so, turns out there are pros and cons to meeting god. not that pandreo would've ever considered it anything less than a blessing to have been found by the divine one that fateful day. but, while grateful that he's gotten the chance to know them for who they were—it is undeniably harder to curse them for his plight. because, you can't really say that this is all in the divine one's plans when you knew being captured was. well. he supposes it could be worse.

a nice, cushy makeshift prison cell with plenty to eat and space to rest.

granted, he couldn't use his hands.

or his feet ( don't ask, party-goers make do in incredibly specific situations ).

but, there was technically food, and good company in the wriggling shape that is yunaka on the floor just a small distance away. he stares blankly at the ceiling, wriggling his fingers in a feeble attempt to get blood circulating again even though he knows all semblance of it has long vacated his extremities. at least! at least! at least! and his brain keeps supplying more in an attempt to keep him in good spirits while memory tries to work sparks to the tips of his fingers to do something.

"just my pride," he jokes in reply, sounding just a little too optimistic maybe for the situation at-hand. tangerine hair flops uselessly to cushion his head as pandreo turns to face her, his smile faltering a beat. "are you hurt?"

he could manage a heal spell, he thinks. they didn't use staves here or focuses of any kind. he wasn't used to it, but—frankly, pandreo hadn't been used to magic either when he'd been learning it, so. "nah, it'd be nice if he did." well, now that he thought about it: "actually, he might." but, he wouldn't really want his queendom's prince waltzing in here, horse ablazin' when he's still convinced they could break out on their own. "did you figure out when they make their rounds yet? the bandits?"

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[y-not-loki]

I’d like to do the ship request, please! Marvel characters please! I’m about 5’ 4”, with purple hair like in my icon. I wear glasses. I normally wear print t-shirts, sweatpants, and red converse. I’m a huge geek - I like to tinker with things, and I tend to have tons of projects lying around at any given time. I enjoy drawing. I’m a Ravenclaw, but sometimes my friends say I’m a Slytherin. Agender, they/them or he/him Pansexual Looking forward to your analysis!

OH MY GODS YOU SOUND LIKE THE AWESOMEST PERSON EVER. I swear, I’m gonna make an OC in a book based off you.

Anyway… I ship you with Loki!

HEAR ME OUT, going from the information you’ve given me, he will tease you about your height. He can and will because he’s a freaking giant. He’d rest his elbow on your shoulder to emphasise it (when he eventually understands that physical contact is a thing that he’s not too uncomfortable with around you), and purple hair??? HE IS A SHAPE-SHIFTER, HE CAN AND WILL MAKE HIS HAIR LOOK PURPLER. He loves your purple hair simply because… purple isn’t a common colour for hair on humans.

Also, glasses? Freaking adorable. Loki will take every chance he can get (as a trickster) to steal your glasses, and every time they fog up during winter or get smudged, he takes the chance to hide and then you have to find him. Some would think he’s an introvert and would probably always be cold, but I think you bring out a side in him that’s slightly more softer and teasing. Yes, he’s still cold af and still unforgiving and mean, but not to you. And he may or may not end up stealing some of your clothes even though they’re too small on him simply because he likes seeing your reaction.

Huge geek? You two can geek out together, I have no doubt that you’ll get along great, you sound almost like Tony, with your tinkering and projects, and Loki likes to snoop. He’s a curious cold boi. He can and will snoop around your projects so you best be prepared. It may or may not have something to do with his trust issues about information being withheld from him by Odin.

You enjoy drawing. I don’t even know where to start. Loki will get obsessed with a new book, then he finds out that you can dRAW, HE WILL INSTANTLY ASK YOU TO DRAW HIS FAVOURITE CHARACTER OR FAVOURITE SCENE, GET YOU OBSESSED WITH THE BOOK AS WELL AND SUDDENLY YOU REALISE THAT YOUR S/O IS A HUGE NERD. Honestly, Loki will want to watch you do the things you enjoy because he hardly ever got to watch people enjoy something without getting hurt in the process as a child.

I’m mildly terrified about the concept of you, a Ravenclaw (possibly Slytherin), teaming up with Loki, a Slytherin. Imagine the chaos. Honestly, you two would probably burn the house down first, ask questions later. You two sound like the perfect chaotic beings to float around and cause general chaos, Loki being the calm one and you being either the second calm one, or just guns ablazin’ and flying in ready to cause chaos.

OH, OH MY GODS, if you’re not a chaotic child, I bet you guys would just lay around, him reading and you drawing or working on a project until either one of you gets bored then the chaos ensues. Oh yeah, and this cold bean probably isn’t use to physical contact, so when you guys cuddle or show physical affection (which may be rare, may be common, idk), Loki’s never the first one to initiate, and it usually takes him a moment or two to let his arm fall around you or for him to reciprocate, because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. For once.

ANYWAY, THANKS FOR SENDING THE ASK IN! I HOPE THIS IS ACCURATE!!!!!!

[mayhemproduces]

It’s finally the match Kenny has been dreading for weeks. It wasn’t really a matter of going up against Effy and doing a whole deathmatch setup. Hardly, actually. He agreed to do Effy’s Big Gay Blockparty a while ago. Hell, it was that time of the year, Kenny was feeling big and bad about himself and thought ‘sure, why the fuck not?’

 That was, until he saw a matchup that basically sent him.

 Because why the fuck would he be coming around. After three years. Three whole years.

 How did time fly so damn fast?

 After that -- something had been fueling Kenny. Fueling him and a hate boiling in his stomach. Effy honestly didn’t mean much else other than another player for Kenny to beat, but now he made it personal. So fucking personal and all it was some kind of circus freak show that he could bill people for and fuck with Kenny’s emotions. Who gave Effy the right to play these games? Because it was his stupid fucking ‘blockparty’. What the fuck even made it a blockparty? Wasn’t a blockparty supposed to be where all your friends and neighbors got together and did a cookout and listened to loud music and everyone got trashed?

 Sounds absolutely horrible.

 And now, it was everyone spitting up blood and rainbows and probably some other substances that Kenny didn’t want to think about as he reels his head for a goddamn deathmatch against this pleather-daddy asshole that has it out to get him and ruin his whole life and whatever fringe relationships Kenny had tried to hold onto.

 A deathmatch really seemed like the only way out. Maybe if he could put himself in enough pain, whatever else that might have gone on in his head would cease and he could find some peace within that. Because, after all, Kenny hated deathmatches. He hated breaking his body to the point of no return. Living to have incredible match after incredible match was something he yearned for in his career, no matter what shit he had to pull to get there and deathmatches were not it.

 And… still… he agreed because it was better than try to fix the chaos he started when he left Japan. Facing fear and settling on bludgeoning himself to the brink was better than trying to face his past.

 (But, for anyone looking from the outside in, it was a damn good lineup and Kenny was overreacting per usual. Yet, no one would dare tell him that or else he’d light himself and everyone else here on fire. So, deathmatch was really the most perfect setup for this slightly unhinged, curly haired fellow from the north. By all means, Kenny Omega, eat glass).

 “And now, for the main event, meet our challenger --”

 As introductions started, Kenny rolled his eyes before the curtains drew back to reveal his face. Clenching and unclenching his fists, he breathed in the musty air of the stadium, a mix of cheers and boos echoed and he couldn’t give any less of a shit what people were thinking of him at that moment. They already got their pop, their fix of the previous matches. God, what the fuck did he sign up for?

 The string of words by the announcer has been long out of reach to him, concentrating more on walking down to the ring with finger guns ablazin’, slicing at his throat and mouthing a loud ‘bang!’ before reaching the edge of the ring and stepping inside through the middle ropes.

 Kenny’s music drops and Effy begins, nostrils flaring as the cocky, pink faux leather and fishnets struts into the ring. Before, Kenny would’ve bumped elbows and made a snide yet flirty remark, but now Kenny just saw the devil himself catwalk his short-shorts into the ring and Kenny couldn’t wait to bring out the fluorescent lights to bash over the other’s head. Man, fuck Effy.

 The only part of playing fair for Kenny was no cheap shots at the ring of the bell, but as soon as the ding ding ding echoes throughout the stadium, Kenny immediately drops from the ring and out beyond the ropes. Effy looks at him, unimpressed and yet expects no less from Kenny when he, by his eyes, plays chicken and leaves the ring.

 However, Kenny wasn’t playing chicken, but rather a bastard game of sorts. Effy invited him to this show, and Kenny made it a deathmatch. Now, it’s time to give the people what they want.

 Rummaging unearth the ring, Kenny grabs a chair. Or two. Or five? He wasn’t counting. He was digging. Oh, look! A table. Get it out. Interesting, thumb tacks. Not interested. Those lights might come in handy later but… Goddamnit, where was it?!

 Oh -- there she is. *Chef’s kiss*.

The barbed wire broom. As if anyone would expect anything else?

 Pulling out his first weapon of choice, Kenny waves it at Effy, who wasn’t impressed still, but was sitting on the middle rope, watching Kenny dig like a fox through the materials sacked under the ring.

 “Okay, are you finished looking stupid, Omega?” Effy carps, looked bored over the rope, swinging his fishnets and boots, keeping himself amused. Without answer, Kenny wacks the barbed broom into Effy’s thigh, immediately causing the other wrestler to curse out loud and bump backwards onto the mat, holding a raised area of where the roped spikes struck him. “You fuckhead!” Effy yells, Kenny following him into the ring and raising the broom over his head to throw down onto the other, but Effy quickly launches himself by sheer will in arm strength to push his feet into Kenny’s torso and kicks him backwards to hit the ropes, dropping the barbed broom.

 There were cheers when Effy made his comeback, but Kenny wasn’t going down that easy. He would make Effy work to kill him, since that was the game they were playing. Whipping the broom at Effy, it became a test of aiming and doging between the two of them, but Effy had enough of Kenny’s assault and spears him to get him off his feet, pummelling at Kenny, hit after hit to Kenny’s face until he had to raise his hands to dodge Effy’s attacks.

 “Really? Best Bout Machine? Look at you -- cowering. This is the stupidest rematch. I thought you had guts,” Effy sneers in the other’s ear, grabbing at Kenny’s curls and slamming his head into the mat.

 Goddamn headshots.

 Shaking off the hits, Kenny raises his wrists to his eyes -- ouch. They were swelling, but he had to keep moving, rolling to his side and pushing himself up with his palms, sniffing a bit while the sweat started to drip down the side of his temple. There’s jeering at his direction from the crowd, all approving of Effy’s actions against him. Shut up, Kenny thinks. God, everything was starting to get louder…

 As he gets to his feet, Effy can’t be seen right away, the night’s host setting up a table outside of the ring. Classic. Cool, a table. How many had Kenny fallen through in his career? What’s another fucking table.

 Jumping out of the ring, Kenny finds one of the steel chairs, picking it up with one hand and just chucking it at Effy, who was kicking the legs of the table to stay in place but abandons the task at hand to dodge the chair.

 “A fucking chair, Kenny, really?” Most people… set them up, use them as a spot… Nah, not Kenny right now. It was just a projectile.

 Picking up a second, Kenny throws it with both hands now, Effy bouncing away from the table to make a run for it now. Like hell he’d get hit with a damn flying chair! But by his running only fuels Kenny, curls bouncing as he sprints to chase after Effy in the most cartoonish of ways. It would look like cat and mouse, but Kenny decides it would be better to slide under the ring and grab for a fluorescent light, rather, the whole pack, tossing them into the ring as glass clinks against each other.

 “What are you running away from, Effy? Huh? Get back and fight me!” Kenny roars, picking up one of the lights and holds it like a baseball bat.

 Effy, tilting his head, half laughs as he pulls himself into the ring, kneeling down slowly to grab his own light and mirrors Kenny’s position. “Oh, Kenny, babe, I’m not the one who’s been running… I just booked the match, you’re the one who can’t seem to get a grip on your past…”

 Kenny can’t find a way to taunt back, only Effy’s words ignite his hatred further for him. Dashing forward towards Effy's side of the ring, Kenny raises the fluorescent light over his head to strike like a katana, but Effy lifts his as the lights shatter between both men, the tiny glass filaments exploding in the air as well as dust from the inside. Like the first snowfall in winter, the air in the ring seems to float with particles for a few seconds, but the shards have found their way onto both men, cheeks and arms split open slightly and tiny pools of red surface between them.

 The crowd was getting what they paid for.

 As the glass settles, Kenny bum rushes for Effy, whipping his hand into the other’s chest with a loud SMACK thundering through the area. And he does so again. And again. And two more times to be sure until Effy uses both hands to grab for Kenny’s and twist it in such a way where he can bend Kenny’s fingers back causing him to yell at the top of his lungs.

 They resort to grappling in the ring, exchanging one arm around wrapping another’s neck, a counter, then reversing the stance until they pause in place, trying to figure out how to unwind from this while still coming out on top and continuing with the offense.

 It turns out to be Effy, giving one, two, three punches into Kenny’s guts to break free, then falling onto the mat to crawl away, but not without shards of broken glass digging into his hands, yelping in pain. The blood was staining the mat, leaving handprints of red scattered throughout.

 Still, he persisted to make it to the edge of the ring, crawling out and falling down to the side, then reaching underneath for a mid-sized bag and flinging it back onto the apron. Kenny, holding his abs, wanting to rub his eyes from them starting to swell from the hits earlier, but with shards still stuck to him, he just has to shake everything off and try to stop Effy from whatever it was he was attempting to do next.

 Too late, however, Effy worked quickly as he empty the bag onto the ring, thumbtacks spread everywhere and sticking in every which direction to prick the first person and stick to them in the worst of ways. Kenny stumbles away from the mass, chrome needles littering but Effy took the burst of energy he had saved to rush for Kenny and pulling on his arm his way while swiping Kenny’s feet to set him up for a leg lock DDT, but Kenny scrambles and unsuccessfully lands into the thumbs tacks, despite his efforts to run from him.

 The pain was agonizing, squirming to release the tiny shards of glass and now metal pieces stuck to him. He fucking hated this. The slow torture of being torn to shreds instead of a harsh final blow. Deathmatches absolutely sucked and he was totally ready to end this sooner rather than later.

 Except Effy jumps in for the pin and forces Kenny back down onto the tacks, screaming in pain.

 One… two… kickout!

 Fuck that shit, he wasn’t dead yet.

 Punching Effy in the rib, Kenny rolls away on top of the metal and glass, blood oozing from each piece of destruction left on the mat, more red stains filling up the white spaces remaining.

 Struggling to his feet, Kenny pulls a few glass shards from his palms, then has the sickening idea to slap Efft on the chest, palm side in and slicing a few pieces stuck to him now stuck on Effy. Disgusting… yet effective. Effy shouts, wiping the glass and blood off him, then goes to the ropes to climb the top turnbuckle. Kenny, seeing the prime moment to set up for the spot, slides over the tacks, glass and blood to make a stop for Effy’s offensive, climbing the turnbuckle himself to get a few hard hits in to take Effy down from his setup.

 The power struggle continues, but Kenny eventually manages to gain control of the situation, grabbing Effy and eventually sends him, flying off backwards and Effy landing back onto the table he set up himself, writhing in the pain of his back being thrown into the steel and wood and now particles stabbing him in the sides.

 And to top it off, Kenny quickly finds in himself to fly down with him, but alas, more gracefully in a moonsault and slamming his body overtop Effy’s, now both men without air in their lungs as it was punched out of them, trying to find any sort of breath of air to keep them going. It was a brutal landing, hardly one Kenny was comfortable making, but it meant taking Effy out once and for all… he’s taken himself out in the process. He couldn’t give less of a shit, as long as someone could see the efforts he was making… that he could still fight… and fight for some level of dignity instead of being made into a clown for this circus that Effy constructed that night. With that, the last bit of energy Kenny had rolled himself over Effy’s body, arms stretched on top of the shoulders to keep them flat on the ground as the official ran over to begin the count.

 Laying over Effy’s body, Kenny’s lungs hurt, god do they hurt so much, but he kept himself there with the last bit he had in him. For what at this point? Dignity, he thinks, but he didn’t even fucking know because this entire setup was to push Kenny to his limits, physically, mentally, emotionally. It completely led him into some level of insanity. He really felt like it. The moment this night was announced to the blood soaked mat and broken tables, chairs and glass, Kenny throwing the last ounce of energy he had into this cover, he didn’t know what more he could take. That maybe everything that brought him here tonight was supposed to be the end, to show how much fight he had until he couldn’t take it anymore.

 Feeling his chest cave, the announcement of the one, two, three! And the bell rang -- it was distant echoing in his ears. Like drowning underwater as the last sounds before taking the plunge to darkness as the lights of the stadium dimmed as he exhaled out hard.

 It was over. Finally fucking over. There was someone, he couldn’t make it out who, pulling him back into the ring at his feet just to lift him onto his feet so that they could throw his hand in the air to declare him a winner of tonight’s main event. He couldn’t see, the bruising around his eyes darkening with shades of blue and purple swelling, but he wobbles in the mess of a mat while he slowly comprehends that he’s supposed to be celebrating the fact he’s alive and beat Effy’s ass as his own game.

 His chest caves again, air feeling like sharp knives as it goes in and punching out as he exhales, dizzying as he falls back onto his knees, holding himself to keep from messing up the mat even further, but he started to think it was all just a fleeting dream as the arena fogged up in his senses. How -- how did this even get to be, if his intentions were to just… give out in the first place. Should’ve just let Effy have his bragging rights. He didn’t care anymore, giving it his all. He just wanted him, his past, to see it -- see what Kenny could have been. And then just let it all go, but -- he remains. As punishment, it would seem… His chest, his hearts, god, fucking, his lungs --

 If this was supposed to be a deathmatch, why was he still breathing?

[mahvericks]

I’m bringing you home // Shiva (ft. Ezekiel)

For anon

Request: is it okay if i could have an imagin where potential s/o of Ezekiel snuck out of the kingdom last episode and guns ablazin' saved Shiva from being killed from those Walkers? i'm sorry but, I really need this. i'm sure that you already got something like this so you don't have to do this if you don't want.

Warnings: Spoilers for season eight, violence, gore, blood

A/N: It took me a long time to get over Shiva’s death, I couldn’t write it before it was too soon for me. And I’m sad that your request is the only one I’ve got like this :/

Since you joined the Kingdom, a long time ago, you always have been close to the leader, Ezekiel and his tiger, Shiva. A tiger wasn’t something common, even more in a world like the one you were living in. But she was so, calm, lovely and loyal. You knew she could rip you apart in a second, but you knew she would never do this to you, she was like a friend to you. She loved when you pet her head softly, she loved your presence, it was a weird bond, and difficult to explain, you loved this tiger as if she was your family, just like Ezekiel.

You promised Ezekiel that you would stay at the Kingdom, he didn’t want you to be a part of the war against the saviors, he knew a lot of people would lose their life and he didn’t want you to be one of them. And as much as you wanted to fight for your people, for your freedom, you promised Ezekiel that you would stay inside the Kingdom. 

But something told you to take your guns and to go fighting with your people, which you decided to do even if that meant that you were going to break the promise you made. 

Armor on, boots laced, hair tied up and armed, a knife on your belt, and a machine gun, you ran outside the kingdom, running as fast as you could, hoping you wouldn’t be too late. Your heart was racing and many thoughts were on your mind.

You were now close to the outpost where your people were supposed to go, still in the forest, you were walking, ready to shoot the first people who would show up if it wasn’t someone you knew. When you heard those roars, you froze for a second, it was Shiva’s roars. It seemed like she was hopeless. Not thinking twice, you ran to where the roars where coming from, when you saw this scene. 

Shiva was surrounded by walkers, wanting to bite her with they rotten and disgusting teeth, Shiva didn’t know how to find a way out of them. You started to shot the walkers in the head, putting them down one after the other until they all were on the floor, not moving anymore. You ran to Shiva, instantly checking for biting mark or scratches. She was looking at you as you were still checking for any wound, but thankfully, she was okay, the blood on her was dark, decayed, not fresh blood like if she had been injuried by the walkers. You had saved her.

“ C’mon girl, I’m bringing you home. “ you told Shiva, smiling relieved as you started to walk back to the Kingdom, followed by Shiva.

When you finally arrived back at the Kingdom, it was different than when you left. Ezekiel was back but your people weren’t, only Jerry and Carol were also back. You understood instantly, they didn’t make it. You really and truly felt sad for them, for their family, you knew them and were friend with some of them. 

With a heavy heart, you walked to where you knew Ezekiel would be. Still followed by Shiva, you joined him, knowing he would be happy to see his girl back and alive. 

When you entered the building, Ezekiel looked at you and couldn’t believe what he saw. His tiger, which he thought was now dead because of walkers, was there and alive, with you. Ezekiel got up and ran to the both of you. First, he hugged you, thank you again and again for saving Shiva, then he petted her, telling Shiva how he thought he had lost her forever.

[raidingyourheart]

Companions react to sole wanting to jump off trinity tower in power armor?

Companions react to the Sole Survivor wanting to make the jump from Trinity Tower in power armor.

◖   Ears prickling every time the wind dipped through the dilapidated architecture of one of the Commonwealth’s most imposing structures, Dogmeat almost shook. With each cautious step he made across the uneven flooring, his nails went ‘click’, ‘click’, ‘click’. He never passed within five feet of the edge, unable to stand beside the survivor, who so confidently peered over at the expanse of broken city. Their suit hissed as one foot bravely hung out over nothing. It returned shortly, heel grinding back into a fairly solid foundation, lest the building finally decide to give in to its aches and creaking.

     A steady whine left the dog, head tilting insistently to one side. He’d like to follow this human everywhere, but off the side of the tower was somewhere he could not go.

◖   ❝It’ll make headlines,❞ the joke was in good nature, but did nothing to stop Piper’s nervous habit. Her fingers curled and released in repetition, fingernails pressing tightly to her palm to the point of discomfort before dropping. ❝’Vault Dweller dares gravity!’ Gravity accepts, and… Well, wins.❞

    ❝Come on, Blue. We both know you’re not serious. You can’t be serious.❞

◖   The shutters on Codsworth’s optic lenses retracted, giving him the equivalent of a human’s wide-eyed expression. An indignant ❝You’re doing what?❞ left the Mr. Handy, chassis spinning to fully face the power armor clad daredevil.

     ❝While my programming insists I remain encouraging and as optimistic as possible, I dare say you’ve gone mad! And that’s coming from a place of concern,❞ one metal arm extended, the one with the claw attached, and the pincers opened and closed as though the robot was beckoning the other away from the ledge. ❝You put quite a bit of trust in that suit, but now I almost regret even uttering the word ‘unstoppable’. Smashing into the concrete below is a bit of a hard stop, don’t you agree?❞

◖   A nervous chuckle left his mouth, which two seconds prior, had been pressed in a firm purse. Preston shook his head, hand pulling on the collar of his duster. ��Be careful,❞ were the only words he could manage, eyes trained intently on the proximity of the General to the side of the tower. Another step on their part elicited a following ❝Wait.❞

     ❝The roof of the Museum back in Concord and here are, well, very different. I won’t say that’s not the quickest way down, but we’re not in a rush, right? The Commonwealth can wait on us taking the safer route to the ground. No need to damage your power armor… or yourself.❞

◖   ❝Oh, sure! Why not?❞ Cait snapped, sarcasm bladed. ❝Those tin cans look mighty fun when you’re chargin’ into a fight, guns ablazin’, but the appeal is lost in this. S’not like you haven’t already jumped off every other building in this damned city… But those are lackin’ a few stories. Makes a difference, yeah?❞

     Her hip cocked to the side, hand finding its place atop it so she could send an uninterested glance at the person who currently held her contract. ❝If you’re tryin’ to impress me, it ain’t going to work. Now, if you want’a go bash a few heads together, that’s somethin’ I can get behind.❞

◖   ❝Was getting up here not enough of a thrill for you? It almost wore this old bot out,❞ Nick commented idly, unsure if his case partner was serious. He had a knack for reading expressions, but with the stoic, and slightly glaring, helmet of the power armor being the only thing to greet him in conversation, he was left turning to body language. There was no hesitation in the approach to the ledge, which made his teeth grit anxiously, something he was sure was a habit of the past Nick’s. He felt his good hand twitch, wanting for a cigarette to hold.

     ❝You sure? I know I can stamp the fun with my worrying sometimes, but here and there I’ve scrounged up some sound advice, like that breaking your fall with pavement isn’t the smartest move. You’re better off being a good liar than ending up with some shattered bones and a busted up suit if things go south.❞

◖   Maccready always had a routine when finding himself in a high place. His eyes would sweep the area, lock onto any covered spots with a good lookout, and store them in the back of his mind in case he needed to drop into a position to shoot. It had him so caught up that he barely heard the muffled voice of his employer suggest the stunt.

     The sharpshooter squinted, two fingers pinching the brim of his hat and pulling it off so his free hand could run through his hair, pulling strands out of his face. ❝You’re not paying me enough to do it with you, you know that, right?❞ A few seconds of silence went by before he started up again, jaw dropping open and closing as he tried to find some argument other than ‘this is stupid’.

     ❝Running with you has been one of the best gigs I’ve had in a while. Can we not risk it coming to an end like this? There’s enough people shooting at us as is.❞

◖   Deacon whistled lowly at the prospect, whether from being wowed by the bravo or taken aback by the cockiness. ❝You know,❞ he began, gesturing with his hand to the open space around them, ❝this one time…❞

     He had their attention, their shoulder turning to him slightly, head tilted in inclination that they were listening. ❝I made this exact jump,❞ the Railroad agent paused, trying to draw out the suspense as far as he could, ❝with no armor whatsoever.❞

     There was a heavy pause and then a stifled ❝Bullshit,❞ from Charmer, who didn’t even dignify him with a ‘you’re lying’ this time.

     ❝No! Honest,❞ he insisted, familiar smirk plastered on his face, as laughter threatened to interrupt him. ❝You can’t top my performance so why even try, right?❞

◖   It wasn’t the funniest joke, but it got a fair snort out of him. That was, until it wasn’t a joke. If the cruel ways of radiation hadn’t taken away any semblance of eyebrows, then they would have been bunched up, surveying the scene before him. ❝Alright, alright,❞ Hancock started, hands up almost in surrender, ❝I got’cha now.❞

     ❝But hear me out,❞ he proposed, mouth tugged into a grin. ❝Come out of that. Take a huff of this,❞ the ghoul’s hand disappeared within his jacket, momentarily digging in one of the inner pockets for a Jet canister, half-empty, or rather, half-full ( he did like to be optimistic from time to time ). ❝Then, stand near the edge, I’ll shimmy up behind you, hold under your arms, and you say something like… ‘I’m flying, John, I’m flying!’. That’s some pre-war stuff, ain’t it? I promise it’ll be a hell of a lot better than falling.❞

◖   ❝Careless and improper use of a Brotherhood issued suit is grounds for suspension, soldier,❞ Danse tread a fair distance behind the survivor, unsure of the building’s ability to withstand their combined weight in one spot, occasionally calling out for them to keep alert and safe. ❝If any of the initiates told you of some challenge involving this, I regret to inform you that bragging rights, or even the caps if this is a bet, isn’t worth the trip to see the Proctor and explain to her why you’ve damaged your armor.❞

     He exhaled sharply through his nose when offered the chance to jump off with the vault dweller, in which he replied with furrowed eyebrows and a firm shake of his head. ❝Absolutely not! Next you’ll be wanting to take on the Prydwen deck–❞

     ❝No.❞

◖   Curie was delighted by the vantage point of the skyline, hands clasped together. ❝Is this what they would call a picture-perfect view?❞ she turned, smile wavering slightly as she watched the power armor helmet tilt downwards, the person within it clearly considering the distance down. ❝We are very high up, yes?❞ her tone had taken on a warning, mind racing with images of scattered pieces of metal dashed against the city streets, and a crumpled body laying motionless amidst them. Had some color left her face? She certainly felt colder, and not from the draftiness of their location.

     ❝You must be careful with heights. This would be quite the fall, and while I do have advanced medical capabilities, I’m afraid that… that I would be rendered useless in aiding you. Perhaps you would like to enjoy the sunrise with me instead?❞

◖   ❝I’d highly advise against it.❞ That had easily been the fourth time the phrase had been said. X6-88 stood behind his charge, arms defaulting to folding behind his back. ❝We’re already exposed up here as easy targets, so it is my suggestion that we move back down.❞

     ❝While I am just as eager as you to see the suspension capabilities of your armor, the recklessness of this impromptu testing is both unwise and impulsive. Can we not both agree that it’s more trouble than it’s worth?❞

◖   ❝You’re the Overboss,❞ the reply was almost robotic at this point, more of an excuse to justify to himself why they chose to do the things they did than to reassure them that they could. Gage grimaced, ❝But ya know, I wouldn’t necessarily say ‘go for it’.❞

     ❝Ain’t no one here to impress. Maybe jumpin’ off Fizztop would get you some credit from the Pack, but–❞ he paused, giving one shoulder a shrug, ❝is that really what you’re aiming for, boss? I’m s’posed to be watching your back out here, and if I head home saying that you died doing this, then they’ll, I don’t know, think I pushed you or somethin’. Consider this me looking our for your neck and mine.❞

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Watch This Wrestling 14 (4/6–12)

But first, about that elephant in the arena...

I want to reaffirm some of the reason behind this weekly roundup. Every week, WWE provide more than enough hours of pro wrestling for most, but there's more. From those wacky Brits in Progress to the insane bastards of New Japan, wrestling isn't just WWE.

This past week, there was as much reason to reiterate the above as ever before. No, not because of the phenomenal match between Kazuchika Okada and Katsuyori Shibata at Sakura Genesis. But because of the big outside-the-ring story of bullying in the WWE making the rounds in major publications such as Sports Illustrated and the New York Post.

Vince's love of fucking with people is no secret, but this has popped up because of speculation that SmackDown Live color commentary announcer, noted veteran, and all-around-cancerous-motherfucker JBL is the reason for the absence of SDL play-by-play announcer Mauro Ranallo. You know, JBL, the guy who thought it'd be OK to goose-step like a Nazi during a show in Germany.

While we haven't heard any stories about what JBL did to Mauro, who has been public about his bipolar diagnosis, and is off-air for what has been reported as stress, nothing would surprise anyone at this stage. It's currently expected that Mauro and WWE will settle in private, and that WWE will address this in some way, as the story has been made too-public to ignore.

If it were up to me, and Mauro were not available to the WWE anymore, the SDL announce team would be Corey Graves, Byron Saxton and Renee Young. Of related note this week was the shamelessly transparent "we're trading the black commentators!" moment where Raw traded Saxton for the useless lump of humanity called David Otunga.

Thankfully, we get a six-week window before Raw Is 3 Hours of Otunga goes into effect, thanks to his commitment to filming a movie where he's playing a lawyer. In that time, Booker T will be filling in, because (again), "LOL BLACK COMMENTATORS, GOTTA HAVE ONE, AND NO MORE THAN ONE!" Assuming Book does well, I'd like to see a Raw team some day that's him, Graves, and Tom Phillips.

As always, a list of what I watched for this week's edition and what I'm planning to watch next week. If I'm missing anything that can be accessed without too much trouble, @ me on twitter: henrytcasey.

What I Watched:

Progress Ch. 46: I Like To Chill Out Here And Shoot Some Dinosaurs, 4/7

NJPW: Genesis, 4/9

Monday Night Raw, 4/10

ROH Wrestling, 4/10

Ethan Page - It's Not Over Yet, EVOLVE, WWN Live, 4/10

SmackDown Live, 4/11

205 Live, 4/11

Talking Smack Live, 4/11

NXT, 4/12

Mini-Doc: Zack Sabre Jr. Can't Make a Mistake, EVOLVE, WWN Live, 4/12

Upcoming Watch List:

PROGRESS Wrestling Presents: Freedom's Road S01E07, 4/13

OTT: Scrappermania III, 4/15

Monday Night Raw, 4/17

ROH Wrestling, 4/17

SmackDown Live, 4/18

205 Live, 4/18

Talking Smack Live, 4/18

NXT, 4/19

Non-WWE Match of the Week:

Kazuchika Okada (C) vs Katsuyori Shibata for the IWGP Heavyweight Championship

NJPW: Genesis, 4/9

Most matches don't get 38 minutes between bells, but that's because few have the conditioning and technical prowess of Okada and Shibata. The former is the crown jewel of New Japan and the latter, well, he would have been on the rise after one hell of a match. More on that in a moment.

The story here is that Shibata enters the match guns ablazin and in a far more passionate state than Okada. The crowd is on board with this, vocally entirely behind Shibata. Okada is entering that mixed-reactions phase of his career most people associate with John Cena and Roman Reigns, and this match cemented it. Felt a bit like Punk/Cena MITB in that way. Except Okada starts taking shortcuts, playing to the boos.

Without spoiling any spots, I'll leave discussion of the good parts of the match at that.

Part of me doesn't want to give the win to the most-talked-about match of the week, but it was the best match outside of the week, despite its serious flaw. And that flaw is so bad that I won't go back and rewatch this match, despite loving (the majority of) it.

While I always suggest people go watch these matches, this one comes with a brutal asterisk. Near the end of this match, which was already going to win MOTW, Shibata leveled Okada with what is now believed to be a shoot-headbutt. As in the skull-to-skill headbutt that split Shibata open was legitimate, despite early reports of it being a work.

As reported by many, including Dave Meltzer of The Wrestling Observer, reports are coming out that Shibata is currently hospitalized, dealing with lingering right-side paralysis. Meltzer noted that Shibata has "some memories of the match" as if to infer that memory loss is involved. After all of this, it is expected that Shibata will never be cleared to wrestle again, ending his young career. Thankfully, it appears he will recover, but we shouldn't have needed to hope for that.

It brings up a question of what kind of stiff work is actively encouraged or at least tacitly endorsed by the New Japan management. Much like WWE with its bullying problem, NJPW needs to take this moment to consider how it does business.

Sakura Genesis is available on NJPW World.

Honorable Mentions:

Moustache Mountain (Trent Seven & Tyler Bate) (c) vs The Hunter Brothers (Jim Hunter & Lee Hunter) for the PROGRESS Tag Team Titles, Progress Ch. 46: I Like To Chill Out Here And Shoot Some Dinosaurs, 4/7

Pete Dunne vs Mark Andrews for the PROGRESS World Title, Progress Ch. 46: I Like To Chill Out Here And Shoot Some Dinosaurs, 4/7

Hirooki Goto vs Zack Sabre Jr., for the NEVER Openweight championship, NJPW: Genesis, 4/9

Curt Stallion vs John Skyler in a 2017 Top Prospects Tournament semi-final match, ROH Wrestling, 4/10

Non-WWE Segment of the Week:

EVOVLE Mini-Doc: Zack Sabre Jr. Can't Make a Mistake

EVOLVE, WWN Live, 4/12

Evolve's mini-docs, which get attributed to Kenny Johnson, are typically great previews or recaps. This one, though, goes further. It tells twin stories of frustration, from the current EVOLVE champ Zack Sabre Jr. and recent signee ACH.

As the title suggests, the focus of the feature is ZSJ hanging onto his title by a hair. What that means for Zack is that he's getting closer to the "do whatever it takes" mentality that heels use, to cheat to keep his championship.

This, if you're following Sabre Jr. outside of this promotion, is intriguing. In Pro Wrestling Guerrilla (PWG) and New Japan, to name a couple of the other place he pops up, things are different.

Everywhere but EVOLVE, he's called "Zacky Three Belts" because he's crossed over to the dark side, turning heel. So whether he's joining Minoru Suzuki's nefarious Suzuki-Gun faction or tag-teaming with The Villain Marty Scurll as The Leaders of The New School, he's always drawing ire. It's the role that many who see his lanky frame and know-it-all submission style believe he was born to play.

And then we have ACH - who has worked as a friend of Zack's in EVOLVE - who came here to win gold. ACH who should have been a world champion by now, but was passed over. ACH who couldn't get the job done in Orlando, against Sabre Jr. at EVOVLE 80.

ACH who says he doesn't know what comes next. ACH who's been a face all this time and maybe that's not enough.

Of course, this video doesn't hammer home either potential turn all that hard. Gotta keep that surprise going. I love how the focus and zoom fall out of the scene where Michael Elgin cold-cocks Zack Sabre Jr. after basically demanding their match be for the title. And then the brief moments they bring from Elgin/ZSJ definitely paint Sabre Jr. as valorous and Elgin and the prick.

And then the other challengers. Lio Rush, who challenges Sabre Jr. for the title at the next EVOLVE events, and has "no more time to waste." Ethan Page, tired of getting looked over by the booking committee, and more than happy to remind you of his two wins against Zack.

And finally, back to Sabre Jr., who speaks of the weight of the belt on his shoulder. If that doesn't get you buying tickets or a FloSlam subscription, then I'm confused.

Honorable Mentions:

Ricochet addresses Hiromu Takahashi, NJPW: Genesis, 4/9

Ethan Page - It's Not Over Yet, EVOLVE, WWN Live, 4/10

WWE Match of the Week:

AJ Styles vs Sami Zayn vs Baron Corbin in a #1 Contender's match for the United States Championship

SmackDown Live, 4/11

The Superstar Shakeup gave SmackDown Live the kind of roster that everyone wished it had on day 1. Sure, we thought Dean Ambrose and Bray Wyatt were amazing workers, but that just wasn't happening.

So this past week saw them add a flurry of talent, with Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens coming over as two marquee acquisitions. Oh, and they're also adding Big E, Xavier Woods, Kofi Kingston (give me New Day singles runs) and Rusev to a show that already had AJ Styles, Shinsuke Nakamura, Baron Corbin, Tye Dillinger and Luke Harper? So hot, hot damn.

And as if they felt the need to prove themselves, Zayn, Styles and Corbin put together a match worthy of their names. So while Styles is still working through being a good guy, Sami's trying to prove himself against a bully he can hurt (Corbin is no Strowman), and Corbin is showing that he's a fast learner.

This was the closest call for WWE MOTW in a while. While this had to be the winner, I appreciated the work in the other two matches, also worth checking out. This one just had more time and better pacing. Find the full version on Hulu if you have to.

Honorable Mentions:

Jack Gallagher vs TJ Perkins, 205 Live, 4/11 

Oney Lorcan vs Drew McIntyre, NXT, 4/12

Note: Both Galloway and Gallagher hit headbutts, no reports have emerged of resultant injuries.

WWE Segment of the Week:

Braun Strowman Savagely Attacks Roman Reigns

Monday Night Raw, 4/10

I'm really confused about what WWE meant to do with this segment, but I loved it so much nonetheless. This isn't the best WWE segment of the year (remember the Festival of Friendship?), but damn it's a close second.

Sure, he didn't lift the ambulance (hello, it's pro wrestling), but everything else about it was just so damn cool. Braun just rag-dolling Reigns around the backstage area elevates him to the most awesome thing on the Raw roster.

I watched this Raw at a bar with other fans, and this segment became the most amazing moment when consumed with a dozen or so fans screaming their heads off. So I just can't emphasize enough how huge this moment is. 

WWE needs to handle this properly on Monday, and keep Roman off TV and let Braun continue to be the next wonder of the world, but not overdo it.

Some notes:

Roman takes a moment to remove his clipped-on microphone, because he's a good employee who treats company property with care.

The segment wins by demonstrating impossible awesomeness by way of camera tricks.

Someone (possibly the WWE) started a god damn online petition to fire Strowman. That, if done outside of the company, is today's version of that time people thought the NWO actually invaded WCW and called the police.

How does this happen the same week as The United Incident?

And about my confusion:

So, this made Strowman cooler than ever for many. Was it supposed to make Roman pitiable? Likable? Is this just to get Roman cool as a vengeful motherfucker?

After Roman Reigns had all the heat last week, are they trying to cool him down? What the hell?

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