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[youngpsichichugemuscle]

[jessdudez]

There is no turning back🐷

[burlybrawlers]

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[valleydean]

CHAMPION

Posting begins 4/13/2024 Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read parts I & II on ao3 | playlist

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

You've written Charlie getting drunk, and then Vaggie getting drunk, but what happens when they're both drunk together?

Hi, Anon!

They'll probably *censored* and *BEEEEP-EP-EP-BEEEEEEEP* while *Good God, Golden, you kiss your son with that mouth?!* But let's check it out!

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Title Match: Drunk Chaggie

Charlie: (staring all puppy faced, heart eyed, and giddy at Vaggie from across the bar) Pssst! PSSSSST!!! Husk! HuUUuuSk!!!

Husker: No. You're cut off. No more Dirty Shirleys.

Charlie: Who's Shirley? I was gonna ask who the cute girl is across the bar. (Blushes and rubs her even rosier cheeks like a hamster)

Husker: Uh.... You're jokin', right?

Charlie: (groans and slams plops her head onto the bar in shame) YOU'RE RIGHT!!!! How could I be looking at another woman when I have Vaggie?!?!?! (All doe eyed and lovestruck as she sighs) My Vaggie~ I'm gonna marry her some day.

Husker: (blinks) You're never drinking again.....

Vaggie: (giving Charlie an absolute smolder from across the bar as she speaks Spanish) I am absolutely going to ruin her tonight~

Angel: (so trashed from drinking tequila either Vaggie he's speaking strictly Italian) Not without hydratin', bitch.

Vaggie: (sends a wink over to Charlie) I've been drinking a glass of water after every Paloma.

Charlie: (full body blushes and curls in on herself while smiling and giggling like a school girl)

Angel: Not you. Her. She's plastered.

Vaggie: (grabs a glass of water and hops off her seat) Then I better give her something to drink~

Angel: Ugh.... (watches as Vaggie struts across the bar to flirt with her girlfriend) You're never drinking again.....

[twixnmix]

Heavyweight champion Joe Louis photographed by Carl Van Vechten at Greenwood Lake in New York on September 15, 1941.

[youngpsichichugemuscle]

[jessdudez]

Let me know what you think.😳

[panimoonchild]

Sport is not beyond politics

🥊 Oleksandr Usyk is the absolute world boxing champion in the heavyweight division!

Oleksandr Usyk is the third boxer in the modern history of men's boxing (four championship belts) to become an absolute world champion in different weight categories.

UNITED 24 ambassadors supported Oleksandr Usyk yesterday. In the photo with the boxer are footballer Andriy Shevchenko and actor Liev Schreiber.

He came to the final "battle of looks" in an outfit with Crimean Tatar ornaments, and then in an embroidered shirt with a portrait of Oleksandr Matsievsky, who was executed by the Russians.

❗Also one more impressive win in boxing:

Denys Berinchyk defeats Emanuel Navarrete to win the WBO lightweight title.

[burlybrawlers]

#burlybrawlers

[valleydean]

Chapter 8 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist | tip

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

Built only two years prior, the hotel was a tall, brick building on one of the busiest street corners downtown had to offer. A place for the wealthy and beautiful, it was definitely in a prime location. All around it, cars honked and live music blared from clubs to entice people inside. The streets were alive with lights and crowds—but Dean only had his sights set on getting inside.

He tossed his keys to the parking valet with stern instructions to not get a scratch on his car, and then stepped into a lobby that looked more like a social club’s library than a hotel. Art deco chandeliers lorded over the dark mahogany-paneled walls and plush velvet sofas where women drank and men smoked. Grand carpeted stairways led up to balconies adorned with golden statues. A man in a white suit was playing a grand piano, filling the space with song.

Dean charmed the girl at the front desk into giving him Cas’ room number instead of calling up, because he wanted his arrival time to be a surprise. Finally, he was in the gold-plated elevator, suitcase in hand, telling the attendant to take him up to the top floor—because of course that was where Cas would be.

The higher the elevator climbed, the dizzier Dean became with anticipation. He was practically bouncing on his toes while his eyes were fixed to the needle counting the floors—going up and up too slowly. He’d been on the road for days, but these last few moments before he reached Cas felt way longer. It was unbearable. Why the hell did Cas need to be so high up?

Finally, the elevator doors dinged open, and Dean was in the hallway before the attendant could even open his mouth to announce their arrival.

Cas’ room, when he found it, was halfway down the carpeted hall. Dean grinned and raised his hand to knock—but abruptly stopped himself. He probably looked like a harried mess. His breaths were coming out in staggered pants and he could feel sweat lining his forehead. No way that would be the first sight Cas got of him in two months.

Licking his lips to steady himself, Dean placed his leather luggage on the floor. He shook out, trying to expel the antsy energy coursing through him. And he breathed—in through his nose, out through his mouth—getting ahold of his excitement. He pressed down on his hair to make sure it wasn’t out of place. The last thing he did was tug on his jacket and tidy the collar of his shirt to make sure he looked good.

Feeling better about himself now, he raised his fist again and knocked twice. Putting on a high-pitched voice to mimic housekeeping, he called, “Turndown service.”

Inside, he heard movement. Dean’s heart thumped.

He put his elbow on the door jam and leaned into it, trying to appear casual and collected. But it felt awkward. It probably was awkward. Acting fast, he put his palm on the doorframe instead, and hooked his other hand around his hip. Just in time, too. The lock on the door clicked.

Finally, the door swung open—and there was Cas. His twinkling blue eyes and tousled dark hair, his white shirt straining around his muscular shoulders and chest. He had a breathtaking smile on his face. He said, voice soft, “Dean.”

“Heya, Cas.”

Dean chuckled, unable to keep it in. He scooped up his luggage and stepped inside, into Cas’ personal space. Cas turned toward him and let his hand slip off the door. It slammed closed, but Dean didn’t even hear it; by that point, he’d already dropped his bag on the floor and wrapped his arms around Cas’ middle. He squeezed tightly while they kissed like a couple of madmen.

[pancrasefighter69]

Jayce D'Arcy, professional wrestler; aka, Taylor King. Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦

5' 11" tall, and he weighs 216 pounds.

Wrestling career from 2017 to 2024 with an incredible 166 documented wrestling matches as per Cagematch database.

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