#in a very genuine WE ARE HAVING FUN I AM THROWING YOU LIKE A RAGDOLL AND WE ARE BONDING kind of way

[tache-noire]

i need somebody to join me in my lance archer/fuego del sol rarepair hole

[planetary-runaway]

Son

“W-will?” came a quiet, disbelieving voice, echoing from behind the newly revived ex-president, making him spin on his heel, already pasting a bright smile onto his face, as had become his custom interacting with anyone since he gained the white streak belying how truly old he was. “Oh! Fundy!” he positively beamed, though his eyes were too sharp, his teeth too white to have given anyone a sense of ease, especially as he held his arms out in front of him as if presenting the fox hybrid to his companion. “Look, Tommy! It’s Fundy.” He certainly wasn’t being genuine, all three of those present could hear the mocking remnants of a much friendlier ghost lingering in the higher pitches, and, judging by the snide curl of his lip as he continued, Will knew exactly what he was doing. “What can I do for you? Just a house call?”

Hackles raising as Wilbur stepped forward, Fundy stumbled back a little, and shoved a piece of paper into his pocket, eyeing Tommy warily, seeing as though he was hunched, staring at the grass of his lawn, with his hands in his pockets, just letting this happen. “N-No, it’s fine, I just... I was just going to ask Tommy something, but- but I'll come back later. Yeah, I'm sure it can wait.” he stammered out an excuse, trying to back off, back onto the prime path, where he could turn tail, but Wilbur merely waved it aside dismissively. “Don’t worry about it! I’m sure Toms would be happy to help.” he smiled, pinning the hybrid with a strangely, unfamiliar clear gaze, as he comfortably threw an arm around Tommy’s shoulders, pulling him into his side. He didn’t seem to notice as the teen stumbled numbly, not once looking up from the small purple flower blooming from his lawn, letting Will move him about as if he was naught but a ragdoll, though Fundy bristled at the comfortable, familial gesture, grinding his teeth.

“Yeah... sure.” Tommy spoke hollowly, the movement having made a militarily cropped piece of his hair catch the light, white as bone, standing out starkly against the spun gold of the rest of his rumpled hair. Even from the other end of the lawn, Fundy could see how weary he was, how the dark circles had multiplied as if branding themselves onto his skin permanently, like they were weighing his shoulders down. He looked so small next to the still-beaming Wilbur, so different from the larger-than-life character Fundy had known from his childhood. It was disconcerting, but still, he forced his feet to move forward, toward the duo, feeling as his too-big boots slid on the cropped grass, and set his jaw. Completely blanking the taller, Fundy quickly addressed Tommy, not wanting to spend any longer in Will’s presence than he had to, let alone within arm’s reach. “I- Do you have any spare iron? Niki needs to rebuild her beacon.”

It wasn’t the politest or most successful of conversations, but, as Tommy raised a cracked, bruised hand, and pointed back into the house, Fundy could have sworn he saw a flicker of surprise come over Wilbur’s face. A gentle head bow, and murmured thanks later, Fundy was passing through into the small dirt house- if it could even be called that- and rummaging through the assorted junk in Tommy’s chests, not organised in the slightest sense. They look like they had been ransacked recently, not a single piece of stone seeming to have lodged in a corner somewhere, forgotten. But, before he could think to question it, sure Tommy would have had at least some, Fundy’s hands brushed the smooth coolness of a few blocks of iron, sandwiched between two completely unrelated things, and his mind was sent on a completely different line of thought.

Yanking it out, he was surprised to see there was more than he thought, even if he did send a few dented buckets and an old, ragged leash flying in the movement. Still, he did have some level of decency, sure that if Tommy had this much iron, he must have had a need for it. So, as much as he wanted to take the whole stack, Fundy had some decency, slipping half into his pack for later, and carefully stowing the rest back into the chest in a much less dangerous pile, for... whatever the teen would need it for. It was a joke around the area that, often, very little in these chests was Tommy’s so, while he was sure somebody would currently be hunting, very confused, for their materials, there was also an unspoken knowledge between everyone that Tommy never took anything that would leave people really wanting, and, maybe...7 times out of 10, he would give it back after a while anyway.

Chuckling to himself as he latched the chest closed again, and prepared to stand back up from the cool, dirt floor, Fundy almost missed the tell-tale rumble of Wilbur starting to raise his voice from outside, where he had stayed with Tommy, basking in the sun as if it seemed to spotlight him alone. Gasping in a breath to hold, a faded memory coming back to him of long nights spent sleeplessly in the tall grass of a walled community, of hearing raised voices and incensed footsteps from inside his father’s office, Fundy forced himself to his feet, ignoring how his knees protested and wobbled, padding as silently as he was able over to the door to peek outside.

It wasn’t a fun sight to behold, either, Wilbur having taken Tommy by the shoulder as he spoke, a manic look in his eyes as he gestured wildly with his free arm, to the neighbourhood around them, to the sky, and the ground, and even to the house, though neither saw Fundy, him having ducked out of sight just in time. He wasn’t sure why he had done it, both of them knowing he was there, but, in the split second he had to react, it had felt like the right thing to do. He didn’t want to look back out there, so, instead, he leant his heaving back against the soft dirt wall, feeling the chill soak through his jacket and thin shirt, a small relief to his skin, and listened instead.

“Listen Tommy! This? This will be our legacy! If we can do this...” he broke off into laughter, so hauntingly familiar that it made Fundy’s heart ache to hear, almost being able to imagine a million different Wilburs, arms spread wide, face tilted to the sky. “When we do this, we’ll be saints! Nobody will be able to touch us again! We'll be gods, Tommy!” he spoke quickly, as if he was afraid that, if he didn’t get all his words out right that second, he would never get a chance to say them again, but like he didn’t care what it was that he said. “We will be... Tommy, we’ll be unstoppable!” It sounded more like a monologue to Fundy, who, straining his ears, only just heard Tommy’s mumbled reply, apathetic and weary as he sighed. “Yeah... gods.” He echoed, sounding decades older to the young fox, so used to the blonde spitfire throwing curses and rebuttals about like water, or at least swallowing back the more offensive things when warned. But right now, he just sounded defeated, like he had nothing left. And really, he didn’t, he didn’t even get to die in peace, so why should he be enthusiastic, knowing he would just be kept going indefinitely. It was a common source of outrage about the entire nation, that whatever had happened after Doomsday had broken their dear Tommy, though nobody knew much more than that he had lost a life, the news not having become popular, understandably.

“And you, Toms!” Will continued, as if he hadn’t heard anything, followed by a loud rustling and stumbling steps. “You will be my right-hand man, all over again! This time we will win, my boy and I!” The iron suddenly felt ten times heavier, in Fundy’s pack, and in his stomach, a sick, sinking feeling washing over him. He couldn’t have just said that, right? He didn’t mean it, surely. But still, no amount of lying to himself could stop as he spun, flinging the door open angrily. “And what am I, Wilbur?” he snapped, teeth bared as he stood, haloed with darkness from the dim house, in the doorway, regarding the pair with poorly veiled disdain. “What role do I play? Gunna leave me alone again? Leave me behind?” Jealousy was rising, hot and thick, in his throat as he spoke, raging like a monster and driving him to step forward, stalking toward Will, who had the audacity to still hold an arrogant smirk on his face. “Ah, Fundy. So nice to see you’re still here.” he spoke smoothly, clasping his hands before himself like a housewife as he saw the sharp claws starting to peek out from around the fingerless gloves the hybrid always wore.

“Answer the question. What am I to you, Wilbur.” he spoke lowly, almost a growl, slowly shifting into a fighting stance at the infuriatingly serene position Will held, faintly noticing he had shed his heavy coat at some point in his ravings, leaving him in just his achingly familiar linen shirt and pants. “Well... you’re Fundy.” One hand went out in a mockery of a placating gesture, nestling in Fundy’s hair and ruffling it up, before being quickly snatched back as Fundy snapped angrily at it, missing by less than a centimetre. “Well done, you know my name.” he snarled back, eyes lightening, blink by blink, from their usual dormant brown to a much angrier, more feral gold as he hunched fully into a fighting stance, the rage reaching a peak. “How about family? I’m your son.” the words lashed out like a whip, ripping his throat up as they spilled out, and stupidly making his voice crack. “I’m your son” he repeated, quieter this time, slashing out blindly as Wilbur’s hand came close again. “Don’t you dare touch me. You haven’t earnt the right.”

This time, he broke skin, he felt as the minor resistance buckled, and blood tickled the tips of his fingers, looking up to see a clear slash mark on the sleeve of the shirt, now being quickly dyed with the type of morbid crimson that only blood could be. Wilbur looked surprised, quickly pulling the entire sleeve off to bandage it, before holding his arm to himself, an action performed in entire, three-way silence. Fundy had watched, tight lipped, at the familiar sight of blood, not able to find it in himself to feel any kind of remorse for his actions, simply waiting for it to be over with.

“I see you found your spine. Your mother was always feisty too.” Wilbur commented slyly, seeing as Fundy’s heaving breath caught in his chest for a moment, not even flinching as a loud growl reverberated about the street afterward. “You have no right to talk about her like that. You made us soldiers, you made us fight your bloody wars in your name, and where were you when we needed you by our sides?” Fundy snarled, gesturing to the hunched figure of Tommy, right where he had been left when Will had stepped away, staring unseeingly at the floor, arms wrapped tight about his midsection. “You were off on your chaise longue, eating grapes and seducing Dream so you could blow us all up again, conveniently looking the other way when we called for you to be there.” he spat the words like they were acid, trying desperately to find at least one thing that scratched the perfect veneer Wilbur was putting up, even with his arm clamped to his chest like it was shattered. “But we were children. Will, I was a child.”

He couldn’t help the memories coming back, of chainmail that dragged on the floor when he walked, of the elusive smells of pastries being eclipsed by gunpowder, of babbling brooks turned into deathly still lakes by the craters left over, of playful laughter echoing through the air from around the foreboding office Fundy had barely seen the inside of, before they were all shushed and sheparded off to train for a war they shouldn’t have had to fight. “I was a kid that just wanted a dad. You were supposed to be there for me.” Tears started pricking at his eyes at this, and, determined not to give Wilbur the satisfaction of seeing it, he roughly shouldered past, clutching his pack and his jacket close. “You were supposed to be a father.” he couldn’t help but mumble as they diverged, Wilbur not bothering to put out an arm to stop him as he stepped from the cropped lawn back onto the smooth, familiar wood of the path.

“And you know what?” Fundy barked, turning back one last time, hating how the sun made a halo about Wilbur’s form, painting him as an angelic being, especially how it dappled through the folded wings just poking out from over his shoulders now he wasn’t wearing his heavy coat anymore. “I wish you stayed dead.” It didn’t even cause a quirked brow, Wilbur watching with some detached sort of amusement, as if it was naught but a show he was the sole audience for. Upending his pack, Fundy turned to Tommy, unsure if he was even able to hear him, but spoke again, quieter, softer. “Keep the iron, I'll find it somewhere else.” and, in time with the heavy clang of iron upon the path, a door, left open for far too long, finally locked in Fundy’s mind.

[doctorguilty]

omg i forgot to talk about the full contact haunted house!!! omg ok ok 

subtly horny on main im Sorry 

omg ok it started with like. a non-contact section as like, a warmup, but even that was more involved than I expected!! more than the regular haunted house I went to and ones I remember in the past! all the actors were like. so into their characters and looked like they were havin so much fun and like i said last time.. i’m a very perfect Participant cause I get genuinely scared and I also get immersed in the whole like, roleplay immediately and respond like,timidly and stuff and they are just SO entertained by that! 

so it started with a corn maze thing and right away there’s these like monster girls spooking me and stuff but omg there was this scarecrow guy like. who was RIDICULOUSLY hot,,, with like FANGS and shit... who separated me from bog and made me get down and crawl through the maze into a dead end and like, omg i was like literally getting scratched up by whatever it was around me doing that!! and dirty and leaves all over my clothes n shit! and i was backed up on the ground and the scarecrow dude was like looming over me and threatening me or whatever and he gets like really close to my face and says like “I bet you’re in this position a lot” and im like JKDSAHKSAFHDSKGDFS wowo fucking DIE s !!!!!!!!

and then eventually i get chased out to the end and there’s like this, crucifix, and the girls tell me to get up and stand on the platform and put my arms on my cross , and I do, and they started laughing and rocking it back and forth as i held on like holy shit thats the NON contact part omfg!! 

then the contact part had different thremes like one of the early ones was a clown that smeared fake blood on my face and made me and bog crawl into a box and shut us in and like hit the box with a bat and shit ajdhkdf!!! and there was other themed rooms like, clowns, a butcher/cannibal theme one, there was one that was like! a doll room with doll parts everywhere and this lady actor held out hands and played ring around the rosie of course ending with like WE ALL DIE!! like ,, ass that was cute!! and she pushed me around laughing and called me a puppet like wow , you own me tbh 

a lot of it was getting pushed and shoved and people getting close to my face and wiping blood on it or saying threats in my ear but it was like super cool how everyone had a story like it wasnt just, walking through quickly like there were rooms you completely stop as a character goes through their narrative with you like there was, admittedly Problematique but you know how it is, like a Crazy Person in hospital gown but I really really liked her roleplay objectively like she had a cute/spooky story, like listen im mentally ill and ive been to the ward i have rights, but anyway she leads us to her friend who was supposed to be a little girl (like not played by a little girl)but shes like, violently wants to be friends like hugs me and then like snaps immediately and shoves me back like omg i honestly wish i could go through a second time for the Stories 

OH and at one point i got shut in a coffin that was cool omg!!!! 

omg but the best part. like i cant stop thinking about it. this burly lumberjack guy grabs me and shoves me against the wall outside the next little house to go in, and he says “you like that don’t you”  and i just fjsdfksdg instinctively responded “maybe” like really sheepishly, and the like hillbilly friends laugh and shove me into the next place and I was alone at this point and I hear one of them shout “she likes it slim!” which i guess is a codeword,,, because. im in almost pitch darkness and i can barely make out like, part of the clothes of some big guy in the room, and he grabs me and throws me, and i mean THROWS me, into the wall full force like rocking the planks of the wall with a big bang,  and im so stunned i just stand there and he grabs me again, drags me forward and throw me into another wall, full force no hesitation, it happened like. almost 10 times or something?!?? i cant even see where the walls are. its just darkness and my back hits it... i didnt even scream or nothing i just like yelped when i git the wall but i was otherwise quiet i was like,,,, just in some wild mental state.. until finally he threw me towards the next hallway and at that point i like toppled over onto the ground and like, shambled back up and through the door .... 

i dont even know how to fully explain it but. i cannot overstate how much i enjoyed the fact that happened... like you know how i complain how everyone thinks im weak and fragile, like, emotionally, and physically? everyones scared to touch me, scared i’ll just shatter or something, i am only 117 pounds and not super tall or big i guess.. and i look young and i guess innocent....... no matter how much i tell people i like KNOW that i like roughhousing they hesitate and go easy on me and i hate it so much .. like i know im sore all the time from having a shitty body prone to joint pain or whatever but my pain tolerance for just like, getting roughed up is so high??? so im just like. this dude. bless him. he sees me, a little twink looking mf (though also afab which was everyones impression of me which is also like! relevant to the whole deal with my alleged fragility) walk in and doesnt think nothing of it. he just fucking throws me like a ragdoll over and over  ......like, thats what i payed for thats what i wanted, FULL CONTACT and i wasnt shirked out of that for being small!! because thats what usually happens! everywhere! i wish i coulda thanked him personally like i hope wherever he is he knows i appreciated him sm.... weird sadist man in the dark .. you’re my hero 

HWAHH thats like! the long and short of it though, i came out covered in fake blood and. in total bliss like!! that was probably one of the most incredible experiences of my life, i dont know where else you can go and just. pay to get beat up by actors roleplaying monsters and shit.... im honestly sad i have to wait another year to go back ...... im so glad i did it though, and tbh it was WAY less jumpscares than other things because i imagine the point is more the roleplaying!! which im so like into!!!! 

omg and like. my legs have bruises on them and one of them has a DEEP purple sizeable bruise that like, dully hurts still . and im just. ecstatic about it, nobody was too scared to hurt me ... /w\ finally i feel.. so respected !!  

[pitviperofdoom]

DVD Commentary Ask

“Fuck off, Deku, stop being a baby and I’ll get you free.”

“No.” Deku pushes him back. “Just—listen to me, okay? All For One, their leader, steals quirks. He stole Ragdoll’s quirk, and he has another that lets him teleport people back to him. If we run, he’ll catch us.”

“Then we’ll teleport straight to him and kick his ass, whatever, just—”

“Fucking listen to me, Bakugou!” Deku glares at him. “We can’t kick his ass. We can’t do a damn thing against him, or we’re both dead. But if you leave me here, I can at least buy you time.”

“What does that matter, if he can just tell where I am anyway?” Katsuki snaps. “Deku—”

“Because.” Deku clenches his teeth in an angry smile. “They trust me, remember? Or at least he thinks he can use me. When you run, don’t go straight for the exits. I’ll tell you where they are, and you have to stall, got it? Instead of trying to escape entirely, find a way outside so you can be visible. Get caught on a security camera or something. I can keep them talking. I can keep them from going straight after you.”

It’s a shitty plan. It’s exactly the kind of plan Katsuki hates—the kind that means running away instead of winning.

It’s the only kind of plan that has any hope of doing something useful.

“Fuck. Fuck, fine, goddamn it.”

“One more thing,” Deku says. “I need you to use your quirk on me.”

Katsuki’s mind goes blank. “What.”

“Nowhere vital. My shoulder. My left shoulder—it’s already weak from fighting back at the camp, and I’d like to have at least one good arm—”

“No,” Katsuki snarls. “No, I’m not gonna fucking—are you insane, Deku?”

Anger flashes in his eyes again. “Oh great, Kacchan. Now you don’t want to use your quirk on me, the one time I actually need you to.”

“Deku,” Katsuki growls.

“Great timing,” Deku goes on. “What’re you afraid of? It’s not like the teachers are around to see—as if that ever stopped you before—”

“I don’t fucking want to!”

Deku blinks at him. For the first time tonight, he does look surprised.

“I appreciate it,” he says. “But tough. Now hurry up and do it, and get out.”

He gets it. He can see where Deku’s going with this. But…

“Fine.” Katsuki raises his hand. It’s shaking, even as he places it on Deku’s shoulder. He’s always had steady hands with his quirk before, unless he overused it. “Fine. Just… fuckin’ hold still, I guess.”

[YUTS Chapter 38]

Fun note: it was very tempting to follow Deku’s “I appreciate it,” with “BUT LOOK WHAT WE’RE DEALING WITH, MAN!”

I spent a lot of YUTS really cracking down hard on Bakugou’s behavior, to mixed reactions (mostly positive, though!) and this moment was the one where I finally started cutting him some slack, at least in terms of my portrayal of him. It was sort of a culmination of all the wake-up calls I’d been throwing at him; this scene was me finally giving Bakugou a solid turning point in his behavior. He has the opportunity to hurt Izuku and, for the first time, genuinely doesn’t want to. Now, the exact reason why is debatable; maybe he’s worried about how it will look, maybe he hates having to help with a plan that requires him to run away, or maybe he genuinely does feel remorse for hurting him and is unwilling to do it again after everything they’d been through in the past three days. Regardless, the “why” is a bit less important than the “what”, at least for Bakugou’s character arc. He’s starting to learn a thing or two about restraint. It just took being kidnapped and tormented by villains to get it into his skull.

[kayfabejake]

WWE Survivor Series 2018 PPV Review

I mean, I’m not expecting it to top TakeOver of course, but I am pretty excited for this PPV. Let’s go ahead and get started.

Date: 11.18.18 / Arena: Staples Center - Los Angeles, CA / Attendance: 16320 / Tagline: N/A

Women’s Survivor Series Match Nia Jax, Tamina, Mickie James, Sasha Banks, & Bayley “Team Raw” def. Naomi, Asuka, Mandy Rose, Sonya Deville, Carmella “Team Smackdown” Sole Survivor: Nia Jax in (20:09)

Bayley and Sasha inserted last second? Okay, I like it

Crowd is hot at first but seems to have cooled down unfortunately

Wonderful Thesz Press off the top rope by Mickie James. What a pro

Dissent between Deville and Rose

GOD THE MARKETING OF THIS SHOW IS SO ANNOYING WE ALL KNOW SMACKDOWN IS THE BETTER BRAND

“Well Cole, you’re an idiot.” GO OFF GRAVES

Backstabber into Banks Statement is a dope sequence

Asuka looking mildly vicious? What’s this?

Nia Jax’s heat is absolutely nuclear. I’m honestly starting to suspect the whole thing with Becky is a work like Jericho says.

Jax & Banks vs Asuka is a sick matchup

Lol yeah Jax throws Banks off the top rope. Imagine not thinking you’re being worked here

Becky Lynch run in?

No! Jax is the Sole Survivor. The fuck?

My Rating [2*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [2.75*]

Seth Rollins pins Shinsuke Nakamura in (21:26).

Fuck, what a cool matchup. Yet another moment where I just sigh and remember how much I love wrestling

Shinsuke rocking the blue, not an awful look! The deep V is hawt

COME ONNNNNNN yess Shinsuke get in this man’s head

The feeling out phase is going on too long here

“Nakamura is also an American hero” yes, Graves, he is. I agree

Absolutely brutal punishment on the outside between both guys

They keep putting over Rollins’ head not being in the match but its not really showing in the match itself

So many fucking rest holds OMG. Both these guys are so dynamic, why is the match so slow?

Rollins dumps Nak off the side aaaaaand the suicide dive! The double suicide dive! The crowd calls for a triple and ROLLINS OBLIGES! 

Flying springboard clothesline from Rollins!

A badass spinning kick from Nak

High impact superkick from Rollins...wow, that was brutal

Rollins reverses the triangle hold into a bucklebomb on Shinsuke!

Rollins does the superplex roll-through into Falcon Arrow is super cool but...he does it constantly. always impressive but i knew exactly what was coming when he went up there

Reverse exploder from Nakamura sets up Kinshasa, misses, Rollins counters into a two count

Curb stomp and Rollins beats Nakamura. Cooooooool, man. Not boring or uninteresting at all considering the lack of interference or anything.

My Rating [3.5*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [3.75*]

Sheamus & Cesaro “The Bar” w/ The Big Show def. Akam & Rezar “AoP” w/ Drake Maverick in (09:04).

What the fuck is this match lol. Insane skill on display with the Big Show just standing around.

If they’re putting over Maverick’s ability to make AoP tag champs...are they technically burying Ellering?

Punch, Cesaro, punch away! Again and again!

a pretty sweet double hot tag spot and Sheamus goes ham

Drake Maverick fucking pisses himself, but that’s a distraction and AoP roll up Sheamus after a double team hit. Jesus christ this is so cringey. You could also see Drake grabbing at his crotch to get the gimmick going. Boring with an incredibly bad finish

My Rating [1*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [1.75*]

Cruiserweight Championship Match Buddy Murphy [c] pins Mustafa Ali in (12:19)

Right out of the gates they’re going hard, insane flip by Ali off the top rope and onto the side

And a massive fucking push into the barricade from Murphy to Ali jesus

These guys are insanely good but they probably need two TakeOver type events a year in order to make me feel invested in the stories at all

Some fucking comically complicated and impressive spinning DDT from Ali, holy shit

Ridiculous Spanish Fly by Ali off the table

Vicious powerbomb into sit down powerbomb by Murphy

“This is awesome” chants kick in, and it’s seeming like they’re turning down crowd noise here--I can’t imagine why to be honest

Dope match but Itami / Murphy the other week was better tbh

My Rating [3.75*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [4*]

Men’s Survivor Series Match Bobby Lashley, Finn Balor, Dolph ZIggler, Drew McIntyre, & Braun Strownman “Team Raw” def. The Miz, Jeff Hardy, Samoa Joe, Rey Mysterio, and Shane McMahon “Team SmackDown” in (23:58)

Already pissed because Balor has to wear a fucking shirt

CHA CHING CHA CHING HERE COMES SHANE O FUCKING MAC

Claymore Kick from McIntyre to Joe and IMMEDIATELY pins Joe. Fuck that. The crowd agrees and chants bullshit.

Shane O’Mac throwing them potatoes at Ziggler lmao

I understand he’s not a great wrestler, but I will never ever understand the vitriol of some of the Shane hate. He’s so fun and so willing to put his body on the line

a pretty great story being told here with SmackDown being able to cooperate and mack up for the difference in size and skill while Raw has insane amounts of power but can’t work together

SHANE MCMAHON OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE ONTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE YES KING

Such a stiff stomp from Balor he would up falling on top of Miz omg

BALOR JUST POPPING THE FUCK OFF WHAT CHAOS

Mysterio pins Balor, damn

Lashley just fucking up Mysterio

OH MY GOD SHANE ISNT GONNA GO COAST TO COAST ON ZIGGLER BUT HE DOES AND HE PINS DOLPH

SHANE IS NOT GOING TO GO COAST TO COAST A SECOND TIME ON LASHLEY WHAT THE FUCK BUT HE TRIES AND GETS DECKED BY BRAUN ON THE SIDE

Shane is the last one left for SmackDown. Get ready for some bullshit that will make the internet mad lmao

Or...not. Raw just fucking wins. Ok. What the hell. This is dumber than Shane shenanigans.

My Rating [3*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [3.75*]

Ronda Rousey def. Charlotte Flair by DQ in (14:11)

Not smooth or technically sound, really, but absolutely brutal and believable

SPEAR FROM CHARLOTTE ON A FIRED UP ROUSEY GODDAMN

Ronda is really good at selling that leg, I was genuinely concerned at multiple points

RONDA HITS THE PIPER’S PIT THAT LOOKS VICIOUS

Charlotte viciously attacks with the Kendo stick is this a HEEL TURN? A DQ finish but goddamn do i love this

CHARLOTTE WITH THE CHAIR

NATURAL SELECTION ONTO THE CHAIR ROUSEY IS SO FUCKING BLOODIED

THE CHAIR AROUND RONDA’S NECK HOLY FUCK

where were you when Ronda was kill

such props to Ronda for taking this beating

All of a sudden Rousey looks very mortal and I love it

My Rating [4.25*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [4.25*]

Brock Lesnar pins Daniel Bryan in (18:43)

So...is Bryan gonna win via Heyman screwjob? Because the commentators keep putting over how Lesnar is absolutely guaranteed to win

Bryan just fucking around with Lesnar lmao

“I’m...legit concerned for Daniel Bryan” -Renee Young

Lesnar just fucking ragdolling Bryan

Bryan is “out”

yeesh...just what the fuck

REVERSAL WHAT THE FUCK

THE YES LOCK

THE YES LOCK

Lesnar wins. I can’t believe I let my hopes get up. Fuck.

My Rating [4*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [4.5*]

Overall PPV Grade: B

One of the better main roster PPVs of 2018, Survivor Series had an incredibly strong card despite the loss of Becky Lynch. The SS matches themselves were a mixed bag but overall enjoyable, and Bryan vs. Lesnar as well as Flair vs. Rousey tore the fucking house down. Really solid stuff.

-11/20/18