#mjf fan fiction

[thlayli-ra]

Trick! Stitches, from the whump prompt, for cmjf? (Dealers choice on giving/receiving)

So I'm kiiiiiiinda cheating a bit here. I've based this fic in @comediakaidanovsky body-swap au, where Drew's body has been possessed by MJF, so technically speaking it is CMJF, but also kinda Punkintyre too. Hope that's ok!

Trick - 'Stitches'

Characters - MJF, CM Punk, Drew McIntyre's body

Rating - Mature

Warnings - Injury description, mentions of rape (although none happens), blood

The first thing Max did when he got to the back was find an empty bathroom. The lightbulb above his head was small and dull but it shone bright like a low sun on a winter's evening, it's blazing rays blinding. He rushed to the mirror and Drew's face stared back at him, deep ocean blue eyes, swamped on every side by rich scarlet. The blood was everywhere, in his long hair, in his ears, covering every inch of skin on his face and shoulders and dripping down his chest and stomach. It soiled the white patches on his trunks and there were even pin-pricks of it on his knee pads and thighs too, however he wasn't sure if that was his blood, or Punk's.

Ohhh, Punk! Punk had bled first, and bled beautifully. Max had stood there, standing tall in Drew's size 13 boots, mesmerised at the sight. Betraying the wonder on his face with a hypnotic tilt of his head and signature lop-sided smirk. Punk caught him doing it, had glared back under those flat eyebrows as if Max had walked in on him in the shower. That messy mix of outrage and embarrassment and vulnerability. A sudden urge to cover himself up, reclaim his decency, all while keeping tabs on the six foot five behemoth stalking towards him with evil intentions.

Max had been in this position before. Multiple times now, even in his old body, back when he was little, pathetic Maxwell Jacob Friedman and Punk had been the one towering above him, all arrogant, self-serving and narcissistic. Back when Punk was on the other end of a chain tethering them together, on his knees with blood dribbling down his face. For a brief spell, Max had held all the power, the cockroach trapped in the palm of his hand and all he had to do was curl his fingers and squeeze.

And yet, both times, it was Punk who had emerged victorious. Like any cockroach, he was almost impossible to kill, and had forced Max back, beating him mercilessly until he was black and blue, tearing him open.

Looking at Drew's face in the mirror, Max ran a blunt finger along the gaping gash on his brow. The blinding light flickered away then slid back again. He blinked, trying to make sense of it, then placed his entire palm over the laceration. The light blotted out completely. Drew's eyes blinked and Max's eyes blinked and Drew looked up and Max looked up and both of them could see the grimy ceiling of the bathroom above their heads.

'Did it work?'

Max leapt back at the sudden sound of another voice. Spinning around he found Punk there in the bathroom with him. Blood-stained, bedraggled, breathing raspy and ragged, Punk stood with his booted feet apart and his tattooed arms at his side, fingers balled up into fists.

'What are you doing here?' Max spat, the rumble of Drew's voice pounding the echoing walls of the restroom. 'Get out!'

'You didn't answer me-'

'I said GET OUT!'

'No!' Punk took a step forward, unfazed by the angry behemoth in front of him. 'Not until I know if it's worked.'

'What are you talking about?' Max snarled.

'I know it's you, Max!'

Max's head went light, the blood draining out of him, quite literally. He staggered back like a man caught in the cop's flashlight digging a hole to bury his latest murder victim.

'H-how-?'

'You serious? You really think wearing Drew's face hid you away all this time?' Punk laughed scornfully, shaking his head. 'I mean nothing to Drew McIntyre and all of a sudden, he starts quoting my promos and dropping my name at every turn and calling me his "muse" and how I "complete him"? Calling me "Punky'"? You fucking kidding me, Max?'

Drew's face paled under the crimson mask, his hands began to tremble.

'I thought you got the hint back in Glasgow,' he went on, 'you know, when I gave you that receipt for what you did to me at Daily's Place.' Punk bent down, trying to catch Drew - or rather, Max's - eye. 'You remember that, Max?'

Of course he did! He remembered all of it. Every moment he shared the same ring, the same space, the same air as Punk, he remembered. But that moment in particular, when Punk looked at him with all the remorse of a neglectful father, when he opened his arms and welcomed Max in, dropping both the tough guy facade and his defences. The soft flesh free from its hard shell, ripe for Max to rip apart. How pretty did he look gasping for air as the collar choked him, how his blood had glittered in the light. Max had coloured his palm with it, smeared it across his own young, naive face embossed on his shirt. Symbolising a death, a rebirth, a baptism. (He kept that shirt in a special box next to their dog collars).

'What do you want, Punk?' Max growled, his voice so much lower and intimidating in his new body.

'What I want is for all this shit between us to be over,' Punk replied. 'It was mildly annoying in the beginning and I was able to ignore it but you kept coming for me and pushing me and you know what, that I could deal with. Even when you attacked me in my hometown, I could put my hands up and say that I deserved that - now we're even.'

Punk's face went dark, his voice turning into that deep rasp he reserved for when he was seething with unchecked wrath.

'But then you went and involved my family,' Punk advanced on Max who stood his ground, watching the older man draw closer. 'The moment my wife's name came out your filthy mouth, you crossed a line and I had no other choice than to put an end to this. For good.'

'How? How exactly are you going to "put an end" to me, Punky?' Max opened his impressive arms out wide, mocking Punk, goading him. 'You had your chance out there in Hell itself and you chickened out.'

That maddening smirk manifested on Punk's face, so smug that Max wanted to slap it right off him, but instead he watched as his adversary lifted his hazel eyes up and up.

'Did I?' Punk grinned, 'Look at that big, gaping hole I left in Drew's head. Can you see it Max? Can you see the light?'

Max's heart jerked in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. 'You... you-'

'Go towards it, Max,' Punk said, imitating some kind of holy messiah. 'Be free.'

'You bastard!' Max turned away, trying to fend off the fiery glare at the top of his vision.

But Punk refused to let up. 'You don't belong in there, Max.'

'You really expect me to go back to that sorry excuse of a body?' Max protested. 'Have you seen what Drew did to it? How that brainless idiot let them desecrate it with that shitty tattoo?'

'It's time, Max. You have to go.'

'Well, you know what, he can keep it. If Drew wants to clap his hands like a performing seal for Tony and all his fucking marks then that's fine by me. Hope he enjoys having an actual ass for once.'

'Max!'

'NO! I'm not leaving. You won't make me!'

Punk was close now, too close, boxing Max into the corner. 'It's not yours. You have to give it back.'

'NO!'

With both hands he shoved Punk on the chest, only realising his mistake when he saw the indignant look on the older man's face. How his brows lowered and the bridge of his nose scrunched, how his lips pulled back to bare his teeth.

Then he pounced!

Honing in on the gash on Max's forehead, he dug eight of his fingers in and pulled, wrenching the crevice apart.

Max squealed as the light gushed in all around him.

'GET OUT!' Punk bellowed into the open mouth of the wound. 'GET OUT, MAX, GET-'

Max grabbed Punk by the throat, effortlessly cutting off his air with one squeeze of his fist. Their gazes met for a brief moment before Max drove the older man back, slamming him into the counter. Punk let out a strangled cry, gasping as the pressure kept coming until he was bent right back over the counter's edge, his spine arched at an excruciating angle and his bare shoulders pressing into the cold metal of the sinks.

From on high, Max watched his muse struggle, watched his inked fingers clawing at Drew's meaty fist to try and dislodge them, watched his wide mouth open and close like a fish trying to gulp down air, watched his blood-stained face turn a deep, vicious red. Watched his eyes bulge, his pupils constrict.

Max watched it all, entranced. Punk always suffered so... perfectly. It was intoxicating.

Ever since that moment at Daily's Place when something switched in his brain, when Max had found himself standing at a crossroads with two options and he chose the latter, he had finally woken up and realised that he would never gain this man's respect.

But he could hold something even more precious.

'I get it now,' Max sneered directly in Punk's panic-stricken face. 'I know why you want me out of this body.' He leaned in close, drinking in the raspy chokes of Punk's failed breaths. 'You're afraid of me.'

All this strength, all this power! He controlled Punk so completely and with such little effort. He could do whatever he wanted with him. He could snap his neck with a twist of his wrist. Keep applying the pressure to his jugular and watch the light slowly dim from his eyes. He could fill the sink to the top and shove his face in, watch him writhe and flail as he slowly drowned, maybe yank his head back to hear him splutter before forcing him under again.

Or he could turn him around, rip those sorry excuses for trunks down and kick his ankles good and wide...

But Max did none of those things. Instead, he simply let Punk go and stepped back as the older man crumpled to the floor. Down on all fours like a dog, gasping in air and coughing up blood.

'You're fucking pathetic,' he uttered and stepped over his fallen idol to leave the bathroom.

Marching down the corridors, Max's brain raced with thoughts until he reached his destination. Settling himself into the chair, he turned to the medic and pointed at his brow. 'Stitch it up,' he demanded, and he sat serenely while the staples were driven in, the light dimming with each one until there was nothing left but darkness.

When he went to leave the Trainer's Room, he almost bumped into Punk who gaped up at his shiny staples with new-found horror. Max gave a huff of cruel laughter then walked away.

'It's not over yet, Punky,' he proclaimed in Drew's deep brogue. 'It's like I told you before - this only ends when I go to your funeral. And piss on your grave!'

[mjfs-heat-seeker]

Kyle coming out to defend Will Ospreay and going against the DCF, just to tell MJF that he’s his karma incarnate. Like yeah babe, you go defend your husband.

Also MJF totally playing into it and being like ‘bitch I will kill you in front of your husband don’t fuck with me’.

I love these little faggots so much.

[blackbellaswan1]

i have been really invested in mjf x adam cole fan fic

[miserablecreachur]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adam Cole/Maxwell Jacob Friedman Characters: Adam Cole, Maxwell Jacob Friedman Additional Tags: Hotel Sex, Shower Sex, Masturbation, Anal Sex, PWP, just like a really smutty inbetween, Kayfabe RPF, adamjf, so maybe there's gonna be more of this after all Series: Part 2 of Double Clotheslines and Kangaroo Kicks Summary:

“So if I told you to say ‘please’ for me right now, you wouldn’t?”

“No.” His answer came automatically, and Max would allow Adam to position his body, having him lean forwards a little bit and part his legs just so.

“You love me but you won’t say ‘please’?” The amusement was clear in the other man’s voice, easily heard even over the sound of running water.

“Yeah, that’s about the long and short of it.”

“Hmm.”

[howlinghunters]

Dude I'm pretty Yuta makes an appearance as much as he does because he keeps putting his hands behind his back when the BCC do the little on-camera "punishment/training exercises" whatever the hell you want to call it. All I know is they are not straight when they do that and I love it so much.

But anyways, we also Yoots is a certified little shit and is someone who responds to punishment well, so brain throws him in there with me 'cause he's the closest to match my energy in regards to NSFW stuff 😂😅😂

Dream under the cat because it gets long and uh... 😳🥵 yeaaah

In my dream, Orange Cassidy was staying at the apartment I shared with Yuta while he was out of town when MJF suddenly came knocking at the door, telling me he had lost a bet and now "Needed to ask out the most attractive person he knew and since Adam was already taken, that left me."

OC and MJF started arguing because apparently Cassidy came over to ask me out and wasn't going to let Max "just come in here and take away what he's been trying to earn for months now."

They start a heavy and loud af argument between them that gets suddenly interrupted by Yuta, who came home early and is wondering why the fuck these idiots are in his apartment. Max yells why he's here, and Yuta responds with, "THAT'S MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND, DUDE! YOU'RE NOT TAKING HIM ON A DATE!"

And now Orange Cassidy is just standing over there like

The argument gets more intense, and no matter how hard I try to get these hard-headed fools to break it up, it just keeps going and even starts to get physical. They're knocking each other into the furniture and the walls, and at one point, Max got dragged into the kitchen and held down by the sink as Yuta and OC started blasting him with the retractable faucet. 😂

All this racket eventually pissed off my neighbor, who apparently is TONI FUCKING STORM. She kicked in the door and immediately just walked in, grabbed everyone fighting (INCLUDING ME, EVEN THOUGH I WASN'T DOING A SINGLE FUCKING THING BUT TRYING TO BREAK UP THE FIGHT, BTW!) by their ears, and dragged them into the living room. She started chewing me & Yuta out for being such inconsiderable Neighbors and a bunch of rude descriptors.

Eventually, Max and Yuta got annoyed and started mouthing off to her... to which she oh so reasonably responded by slapping the ever-loving FUCK out of them and OC just sat there like a good boy because he's smart enough to know not to anger a woman like Toni when she's in a mood like this

She then slapped the shit out of OC because "You should know better than to behave in such a course manner, my dear Orange." She then turned to me, gently placed her hands on my shoulder, and began to lay into me for "Not stopping these fools because you are the only voice of reason in this household, and since you didn't get them to separate in time... I'm being forced to act now."

I'm standing there like, " :D Yay, she knows I was trying my best to stop these dudes from beating each other up and being general fucking nuisances in an apartment setting. I'm not in trouble at all! Wooo!"

WHICH WAS A MISTAKE TO THINK BECAUSE NO SOONER AFTER I FINISHED THAT THOUGHT, I RECEIVED THE HARDEST SLAP OUT OF US FOUR.

And uh... yeah... things got very NSFW VERY QUICKLY after I got slapped. 🥵

Lexie I did it again. I had another sleep deprived induced wrestling crushed dream and this time it reminded that my birthday is tomorrow 🤣

Very long story short it involved OC, MJF, Toni Storm and Yuta. Also Toni slapped everyone a lot in that dream and uh... lemme know if you want the details 🤣😳😳

I love how Yuta is involved in these scenarios most of the times. LOVE THAT. Okay, tell me, tell me.

[variousfandom]

Guys who are into modern wwe, please watch old school wrestling I swear it’s good. Not only are there hot men and women like today. But you will see wrestlers that probably inspired the wrestlers you watch today. Here is a list of my favorite wrestlers shawn michaels, triple h, edge, undertaker, kevin nash, razor Ramone , ultimate warrior, Bret hart, stone cold Steve Austin, Roman reigns, cm punk, macho man randy savage, psycho sid vicious. Rowdy roddy piper, booker t, r truth. Ric flair. Danhausen. Mjf. Dusty Rhodes. Owen hart. Iron sheik. Seth Rollins. Dean Ambrose never John Moxley. Sensational Sherri. Cyndi lauper. Rhea ripley. Mr wonderful. Let me say I can’t write fan fiction so it won’t be possible to write it for old school wrestlers but we need more fan fiction not just for modern but for old school as well. I promise you won’t leave feeling bad about watching old school wrestling. I love you guys.

[tatsueigo]

Fan Fiction Masterlist

ALL ELITE WRESTLING

Golden Lovers: Cozy inside (omega!verse, fluff)

Hangman Adam Page: Changing diapers (omega!verse)

MJF: Punishment for your sins (heel!Cm Punk, spanking, blowjob)

Cm Punk: Punishment for your sins (heel!Cm Punk, spanking, blowjob)

Blackpool Combat Club Polycule: Hot Chocolate (fluff)

Advent, advent (fluff)

Claudio/Wheeler: Hanging bells on the tree (fluff)

Private time (fluff)

Like love, breakfast is best when made at home (domestic fluff) only on ao3

Jon/Wheeler: Santa hat (fluff)

You can't see love, you can feel it

Wheeler/Daniel Garcia: Let's build a snowman!

Painting the nursery room (omega!verse)

Bryan Danielson/Wheeler: Bonding (Omega!verse, fluff)

It's cold (omega!verse, mpreg)

Worried about you (fluff) only on ao3

HookHausen: Chip thievery gets you everywhere (smut, omega!verse)

Too much sugar (omega!verse)

HungBucks: Forgive me

Jon Moxley/Grace/Claudio Castagnoli: Will you marry us?

Eddie/Danny: Such a needy brat (omega!verse, preheat, dirty talking)

Great news (omega!verse, fluff)

Painting the nursery room (omega!verse)

Eddie & Wheeler: Here to help out (hurt comfort) only on AO3

WWE

Rhea/Nikki: Caring for each other (fluff)

Drew McIntyre/Jeff Hardy: Cookies and more (fluff)

Shield: Locker room decorations (fluff)

Roman Reigns: Wishes (angst, fluff)

Finally back home (fluff)

The Usos: Finally back home (fluff)

Roman Reigns/Finn Balor: I can do more (rimming, blowjobs, top!finn, sub!roman, oral sex, anal sex, light spanking) only on AO3

Aj Styles/Grayson Waller: You don't build a bond without being present (fluff, domestic fluff) only on ao3

So real that it hurts (unrequited love, betrayal, angst, one-sided La Knight/Aj Styles, Love confessions, praise kink) only on ao3

Giovanni Vinci/Ludwig Kaiser: Dich zu verlieren ist meine größte Angst (omega!verse, sadness, missing person, desperation) only on ao3

Teasing (teasing, omega!verse) only on ao3

Seth Rollins/Kevin Owens: Universal champion of my heart (fluff, second kiss) only on ao3

Zack Gibson/James Drake: Sudden kiss (First kiss, guilt, hurt/comfort) only on ao3

My bad only on ao3 Finn Balor & Austin Theory: Bye only on ao3

NJPW

Dangerous Tekkers: I never forgot you

[d2kvirus]

28/10/24 Fact or Fiction

Statement #1: Jon Moxley’s heel turn has been better than Roman Reigns’ face turn. FACT - The biggest advantage of Mox's heel turn and BCC's pivot is it's realigned the direction of AEW's uppercard which has been needed for a large chunk of the year due to the Undisputed Era flatlining on arrival due to both Cole and MJF being out injured for a significant amount of time while the current configuration of The Elite just doesn't have the right amount of punch to it to make it a viable headline act (and, let's be real, Elite Melodrama storylines were getting repetitive before we were in Lockdown) - in comparison, Reigns' face turn has led to the crushing tedium that is Zombie Bloodline where we have Tonga Loa on our screens because of reasons, when realistically a line should have been drawn under The Bloodline in the months immediately after Reigns dropping the belt as I just cannot feign enthusiasm for the inevitable Bloodline vs Zombie Bloodline match which will likely headline Survivor Series

Statement #2: You believe WWE Chief Content Officer Paul “HHH” Levesque when he says that he doesn’t see color/race when it comes to wrestlers who work for him. FICTION - Because he was describing how he books PPVs when he says he doesn't see colour, as opposed to his booking where all Latino wrestlers are bundled into Legado del Fantasma or the Latino World Order, Damage CTRL are basically an all-joshi stable these days, Zombie Bloodline is bundling Samoans and Tongans into the same group and assuming that nobody will ask any questions

Statement #3:  The Ospreay-Ricochet-Takeshita match from AEW WrestleDream is one of the great triple threats of all time. FICTION - Was it great? Well...yeah, but there's a gap between "great" and "greatest" and I can't see Ospreay/Takeshita/Ricochet being spoken of in let's say five years in the same way that some other highlight triple threats have such as Low Ki/Daniels/Danielson from ROH, Joe/Styles/Daniels from TNA, Benoit/HBK/HHH or Angle/Jericho/Benoit from various WrestleManias, and so on

Statement #4: MJF will be AEW Champion again before either Swerve Strickland or Hangman Adam Page. FICTION - Working on the basis that Darby might be the guy to knock off Mox for the AEW title, at this moment in time Hangman is the most logical guy to take the belt off Darby which also allows them to run back Hangman vs Swerve for the title

Statement #5: If Zack Sabre Jr. had remained in WWE the whole time following the Cruiserweight Classic, he would have become World/Universal champion by now. FICTION - Based on who's booking the company these days, he'd be in a stable with Drew McIntyre and Finn Balor because Englishmen, Irishmen and Scotsmen are tall the same thing and definitely not the basis for a lot of jokes that punch down harder than Sasha Baron Cohen

Statement #6: WWE TV should no longer be considered a pro-wrestling show since the content now is mostly promos, vignettes, entrances and matches interrupted by commercial breaks. FICTION - That would be like saying that Match of the Day isn't a football programme because, while it's sold on Premier League highlights (unless you're a fan of a team the BBC decide only exist when they're getting merked by Liverpool or Man City) there was a long stretch between the late 90s to mid 2000s where somebody might argue in a university essay (alright, I argued...) that the term "sports entertainment" could be applied just as easily to the show as at that time it was becoming less about the highlights and more about the pundits' yakking with the most forced "banter" outside a B-tier Britpop band announcing their third or fourth reunion that it was making the highlights often feel secondary - but the fact remains it still remained a football show, even when they were joshing with whichever pundit was on Celebrity Come Dancing that year being to the rumba what Timo Werner is to finishing one-on-one chances

[glapplebloom]

Consider these two part of my bucket list. (No pictures for these)

For those who don’t know, the Sprite Royal Rumble is something I do from time to time. It's basically WWE’s Royal Rumble only, it's mostly full of OCs and the winner is chosen randomly. And for my 20th Anniversary I got dream entrants with Bob and George entering the event. And as you see, I am currently working on a Theme SRR with Sonic Inspired Characters. So what could my dream SRR be?

Simply put, having the entire group being wrestlers. Current, former, fictional, the Sprite Royal Rumble of my dreams that only people who are good with Create a Wrestler and have the latest WWE game can do on a whim. Since I would need all these to have sprites, I can only dream. So if I had no limitation, who would I bring in? Part 1 is for the men and part 2 will be for the ladies. So who will be in my Dream Sprite Royal Rumble...

Former Rumble Winners

Starting off with Some actual Royal Rumble winners: John Cena, Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Cody Rhodes, Rey Mysterio, Brock Lesnar, Shawn Micheals, Bret Hart, the Rock and Roman Reigns. That’s 10 spots off the bat and I don’t want to fill it up with just winners.

Fictional Wrestlers

I’m sticking with 5 fictional wrestlers as the absolute limit. I do want to stick with mostly real wrestlers. First off, Zangief from Street Fighter because of course. When you think of fictional wrestlers, I bet most would think of him first. Then King from Tekken because he would probably be the second person most would think of if not the first. Now for some not so obvious picks. 

Wolf from Virtua Fighter is one I have a strong attachment to. I (technically) beat my first arcade game with him. Long story but in short he’s a big reason I’m a fan of Virtua Fighter. Starman from Nintendo’s Pro Wrestling because I always had a strong attachment to him since playing that game as a kid. And the final Fictional Wrestler will be someone not from a video game...

Mantaro Kinniku, or for us Dub Listeners, Kid Muscle from the Kinnikuman. He comes from the anime Kinnikuman Nisei or as it is called here: Ultimate Muscle. Wanted to bring the Manga series that many people around the world enjoy and showcased their love for wrestling in every page. And if you need a fictional wrestler, you gotta have a Kinnikuman.

Personal Picks

15 have been selected, now for some personal picks. The Miz because he’s Awesome. MJF because he’s better than me and I know it. Kane because, despite his current political position, he was my favorite competitor in the Royal Rumble event. Bad News Brown because I just like him. And Owen Hart, who I wish could be around today but sadly passed away. May he find peace and the Hart Family reunite regardless where they are.

Spots Picks

Now with 10 spots remaining, let’s pick wrestlers who would make an interesting story within the event. Tiger Mask, the actual professional wrestler, meeting King is just too perfect to not pass up. Curry Man because every Royal Rumble could use one joke entry. Bill Goldberg because between his fictional feud with Brock Lesnar to his real life feud with Bret Hart, not to mention actually having Stonecold face Goldberg.

Speaking of facing Bret Hart, CM Punk, Kurt Angle and Bryan Danielson. Some of the best modern wrestlers meeting the Best there is, was and every will be. Darby Allin because we could use a spot monkey and this guy is nuts. Keith Lee I feel would be a nice mix of powerhouse who can move and would be neat to see him against others in this match. He did an impressive showing against Lesnar after all.

Antonio Inoki, founder of NJPW, definitely would be a great addition to the real Royal Rumble back during his prime. So to have him go against some of the best then and now would be a treat to see. And finally, Taz has some ECW representation as well as a spot in the movie where he suplexes almost everyone in there. 

And these are my picks. Hopefully a good mix of people I know Vs what people would want to see an event like this. The full list is below and next time, which will be after the story, I’ll do this with the women.

Antonio Inoki

Bad News Brown

Bill Goldberg

Bret “the Hitman” Hart

Brock Lesnar

Bryan Danielson

CM Punk

Cody Rhodes

Curry Man

Darby Allin

Hulk Hogan

John Cena

Kane

Keith Lee

King

Kurt Angle

Mantaro Kinniku

MJF

Owen Hart

Rey Mysterio

Roman Reigns

Shawn Micheals

Starman 

Stone Cold Steve Austin

Taz

The Miz

The Rock

Tiger Mask

Wolf

Zangief

[kayfabebabe]

Hi Mitch, I hope you're doing well. 4, 11, & 17?

Hallo M! Thank you so much for the Ask <3

What fandom’s/ship’s fan fiction do you read the most? Technically, it's Polycule Blackpool Combat Club fics. This is a little bit of a difficult question as I don't search for fics focused on specific ships. I have favourite writers that I follow on Tumblr and I read whatever they post.

Kid fic or childhood friends? Childhood friends. 100%. I don't have anything against Kid Fics and I've written a couple in the past, but Childhood friends. It simply hits completely different and, strangely, I find it easier to write for Childhood Friends.

Describe your WIP that currently has the highest word count. It is the sequel to my first BCC fic 'Aftermath' (YOU CAN READ THAT RIGHT HERE.) The Blackpool Combat Club is still fractured after the betrayal of Regal and the attack by MJF. It's a glimpse of how Claudio and Wheeler learn to forgive their mentor.

[fallynleaf]

Jasmine and Nutmeg for the ask meme! Mmmmm, fragrant.

ooh, thank you!!

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

book or movie, i'm honestly not sure. wrestling show, absolutely yes. there are honestly quite a few of them. many of them i'll never watch again simply because they're so dang long, and even though i loved them in the moment, i know that they'll never be as good in the future because i won't be able to revisit that unique point in time in which they came into existence originally. some of them, though, i wouldn't watch again for other reasons.

the example that stands out the most is probably AEW's Brodie Lee Celebration of Life, which aired on december 30, 2020, and which was possibly the most emotional media experience i've ever had. i've repeatedly struggled to explain this to non-fans, but i will try again! this was a wrestling show that happened when we were basically unable to have funerals, thanks to the pandemic (and we should have probably been unable to have wrestling shows, too, but thank DeSantis for that), so it essentially was a funeral, except it was a very public one in which the wrestlers, the crew, the fans, and his family all mourned the loss of Brodie Lee (who had died unexpectedly a few days before the show after battling health issues for months) the only way we really could. i actually really, really hate funerals, but this show, man... this show...

the thing about wrestling is that actor and character are one and the same, in a way they aren't for movies or tv. this show was simultaneously about the death of the character Brodie Lee and the man Johnathan Huber. it was sort of about his entire legacy as a wrestler and all the lives he touched throughout the years, and particularly the lives he touched in AEW during the short several months that he was there (one of the greatest tragedies in the company is that the show where Brodie was supposed to debut, in his hometown, was the first show that had to be filmed in an empty arena due to covid. he died without ever getting another chance to perform in his hometown).

everyone was in character but not at the same time. it was fake in the way that wrestling always is, but also real in the way that wrestling always is, too. i think a lot of tragedies are really about finding a way to grapple with the reality and mindless cruelty of death by folding it into a narrative, and that's exactly what this show did, all while giving the characters and their performers a space to grieve as well as celebrate someone who'd had an immense impact on them. AEW's booker and president, Tony Khan, basically completely rewrote his plans for the show that week and put the company's main storylines on pause so that they could devote the entire show to Brodie.

i don't know how it would even come across to someone who isn't a wrestling fan. parts of it would probably be very off-putting and jarring, in the way that pro wrestling is such a mess of contradictions (it's belief and disbelief at the same time, walking that fine razor's edge between fiction and reality). but they wrote it for people who understand what it's like to live in this world, who live in the world that Brodie lived in.

it was a show that was exactly what it needed to be, exactly what it should have been. no more and no less. the wrestlers were out there putting on the performance of a lifetime and then just breaking down into tears after their match was over. MJF was maybe the only person who never broke character because he had to play the villain so that Brodie's eight year old son, whose real name was Brodie (everyone called him "Brodie Jr." even though Brodie was only his father's ring name, not his "real" name), had a tangible bad guy to vanquish and got to play the hero on national TV and save some of his favorite wrestlers after he had to experience one of the most horrific things that can happen to a child.

at one point, Brodie's old tag partner Erick Redbeard made a surprise appearance. he was carrying a sign that said "goodbye for now, my brother. see you down the road". i don't believe in Heaven (and the concept of it honestly distresses me), but in that moment, i thought, "maybe Heaven can exist in kayfabe".

this was a show with a very long tail. eight years from now, if AEW lasts that long, Brodie Jr. will probably debut as a wrestler (he technically already has an AEW contract, though of course he is still a literal child), and some of these old threads will probably get picked up again as he attempts to reckon with his father's legacy. some other dominoes have already fallen: Bryan Danielson mentioned this show as one of the reasons he jumped ship to AEW from WWE in 2021, and CM Punk also listed it as a major reason why he decided to put his faith in AEW and come back to wrestling in 2021 after seven years of retirement...

(it stood out to Punk that the AEW roster didn't leak anything about Brodie's health problems until his death. in 2022, however, the boat got a lot leakier, which spurred on Punk's increasing distrust toward his fellow wrestlers, ultimately leading to his undoing, and nearly the undoing of AEW as a whole. it shook the company at its very core and seriously threatened the golden lovers story, my favorite wrestling story (and possibly favorite love story?) of all time, but THAT is a different story...)

sorry for the very long answer about a subject that you don’t care about! 😅

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

unfortunately i am currently stuck living with my parents for the foreseeable future, and i don’t have a whole lot of control over how my overall living space looks. i’ve thought quite a lot about what i want to have, though, and what i hope my future house looks like, if i’m ever able to actually live on my own for the long term...

i think i’ve probably told this story before, but my blog title, “all green and idols,” came from the Alan Moore comic Providence, where a character was quoting the 1902 novel Felix by Robert Smythe Hitchens. i have not read that book! but the quote was specifically describing a room, and as soon as i read it, i was like “wow that is my ideal house aesthetic, actually??” i’ve always been someone who has had trouble committing to one coherent aesthetic choice. i like too many things! and many of the things that i like are contradictory, and sort of compromise each other aesthetically if i combine them. but i do believe that “all green and idols” somehow embodies the full spectrum of aesthetics that appeal to me, and is actually a workable theme? so that is what i aim for, and what i wish my house to eventually look like.

[snarkandsarcasmftw]

Hey if your still doing Fake dating, Slow Burn and Enemies to lovers, can you do MJF, Elias and Velveteen dream

NOTES: I warn in advance, bb. Not the best at writing Velveteen Dream, so. Here goes nothing? I hope you enjoy reading this. It was a bit of a challenge to sort the guys into the categories I felt they’d go best in, there was... Soooo much switching them back and forth but I think I finally got it! Sorry this took so long, like I said. It was hard to write Velveteen and I kept feeling like I was getting it wrong. I’m sorry. I hope you enjoy reading this bc I really enjoyed the challenge of writing it, it was suuuper fun! Thanks for sending me these names!

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PAIRING(S): Velveteen Dream x OFC, Alyssa Rose, Elias x OFC, Scarlett and MJF x OFC, Lex.

WARNINGS: swearing, fluff, maybe a little bit of angst and humor, idk. We’ll see how this goes. Also, my first time even daring attempt Velveteen Dream. It was.. Interesting. And really hard.

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FAKE DATING;

DREAM.

“Here’s the thing, Carter. I have zero desire to even give you a backwards glance. I’d honestly rather walk backwards facing God straight into hell.” Alyssa rolled her eyes in boredom and when Ethan stepped closer, Alyssa stepped back, her hand palm down on the center of his chest firmly. “Uh-uh, no you don’t. I’m gonna stop you right there.” Alyssa happened to catch sight of Velveteen Dream walking in and she didn’t think, she ran instead, crashing into the man’s arms, climbing his body like a tree as she clenched his hips with her thighs. He chuckled and nodded towards Ethan almost teasingly. “I knew you couldn’t resist me. Or is it Carter, up to his bullshit again, hm?” Velveteen hummed against Alyssa’s lips as he deepened the kiss, making sure to give Ethan a serious eye full as he stepped so that Alyssa’s back was against the nearest wall and his hands were groping; wandering all over her body. 

He’d had a thing for her for months now, but admitting as such was not his style. So the opportunity presented itself and Velveteen was going to be damned if he didn’t rise to it. “So.. you gonna let me buy you dinner, sugar, or is this just a kiss for show, hm?”

“Oh, you’re buying me dinner, Dream. I don’t just kiss random men for no good reason. The opportunity presented itself, so I went for it.” Alyssa muttered against his mouth, her fingers raising, threading through his hair and over his scalp before coming to rest on the back of his neck. As the kiss broke, Ethan grumbled and walked away, shaking his head and Velveteen rested his forehead against Alyssa’s. “So, you want down, or am I carryin you around all night? Because I’m cool with either.” 

SLOW BURN;

ELIAS.

“ If you don’t say something soon, it’s going to drive you insane. Forget you, it’s going to drive ME insane.” Alexa was pacing the dressing room.

 Scarlett sat on the countertop preparing her own hair and makeup for the night. She paused and glanced over at the slightly shorter female and raised a brow. “Do what, exactly? If he hasn’t noticed that I flirt with him almost as much as I breathe oxygen since we were roommates in college, Bliss, what really makes you think he’s suddenly going to notice now, huh?” 

“I don’t know! Just.. Something. Because the sexual tension between you two is driving all of the rest of us crazy. You’re always whispering and touching and he even lets you wear his scarves. He sang you a song, Scarlett, how the hell you can even sit here and say he’s not into you right back is beyond me.” Alexa was exploding enough for them both and it amused Scarlett. “Okay, maybe he does flirt back. And maybe I’m a little scared because if this goes wrong, I lose my best friend.” Scarlett pursed burgundy lips as she gazed at the monitor, letting her fingertips linger on the screen. 

Alexa’s rant had taken over and it wouldn’t leave her alone. And tonight was Valentines... The wheels in the brunette’s mind were turning and she smirked to herself, hopping down from the countertop. If he didn’t notice subtleties, Scarlett thought to herself, maybe he’ll notice something big and bold. Or this could backfire and things will be really, really awkward at the hotel tonight. Either way, it’s time. This needs to come out. 

Bearing the thought in mind, she slunk towards the gorilla, cueing up her music. Down in the ring, Elias’s brow raised. He’d been interrupted by pretty much anyone in back with a pulse.. But never Scarlett. He swallowed hard, eyes fixed on her like magnets and filled with desire he only wished she’d wake up and actually notice for once. He started to go on with his song, thinking that maybe she’d just come out to sit at ringside for his match. But then, she didn’t skip past the ring and take a seat. Instead, she slipped between the ropes, walking towards him slowly, her eyes filled with determination. Elias chuckled. “At least tonight I got a welcome guest, huh guys?” he teased, his eyes locking on hers as he mouthed to her , “What’s going on?” and she just bit her lip, stopping right in front of him. Scarlett took a deep breath. What she was about to do was huge and if Elias took it the wrong way.. Not only would she be in trouble with the higher ups for breaking script to do it, but she might also be losing her best friend too. 

“Here goes nothin.” Scarlett lowered herself to sit in Elias’ lap as soon as he’d sat his trusty guitar on the mat, propped against his stool. She took his face in her hands and tugged it closer. “Scarlett?” Elias’ eyes opened wider and he took a shaky breath. “You feelin alright, princess?” 

“Never better, Elias. Are you gonna let me do what I came out to do?” Scarlett practically purred against the corner of his mouth as her lip caught it. His hands wandered down, squeezing at her sides, hauling her completely into his lap as his forehead rested against hers and he sighed, the weight of holding it all at bay lifted and making him feel bolder and much more free to do what he’d been dying to since they met as teenagers. “So do it, princess.” his teeth caught on her glossy lower lip and tugged and she whimpered as he continued, “Or better yet, allow me.” his tongue trailing the shape of her lips before slipping past the soft barrier of flesh and tangling with her tongue, deepening the kiss to a point where he could tell she was starting to get dizzy, her legs were digging into his hips and everything around them just kind of fell away. “So.. Happy Valentines Day, I guess?” she giggled as the kiss broke and Elias chuckled. “Only if you’re trying to say you want to be my Valentine, princess.” 

“I thought me coming down here in front of the entire fucking free world kind of said that?” Scarlett teased, walking her fingers up and down his bare chest, catching them in the silky scarves adorning his neck as she used them to pull him in for yet another kiss. “Ya know.. we’re probably in serious trouble for this, right?” he hummed against her mouth as she shrugged it off. “I honestly don’t have a single fuck left to give. Maybe they’ll finally let me be your valet instead of sticking me with Orton’s disgusting ass.” 

“Oh, they better.” 

ENEMIES TO LOVERS;

FRIEDMANN.

“ No. No, no, no.” the elevator came to a shaky stop and Lex crossed her arms, stomping her foot as she glared at MJF, the full of himself wrestler she currently found herself in an angle with. He’d been flirting for weeks and she’d been putting him off as best as possible. Being a smartass with a sharp tongue had it’s benefits. She’d gotten it to a point where he pretty well left her to her own devices until it was time for them to do a scene together.

“My thoughts exactly.” Maxwell shuffled his feet, grumbling about being stuck in the elevator with Lex, his valet. The woman couldn’t hate him less if she tried. Which kind of sucks, he found himself thinking, because I can’t get her out of my fucking head.

“Oh, you can do that? Think, I meant.. I thought shallow and rich prettyboys didn’t have the capacity required.”  the jab was out before she could stop it. When he didn’t respond, she gazed at him, biting her lip.

“Can you just maybe shut the fuck up while I try to page someone? Or is that beyond your capacity, Alexandra?”

“It’s Lex, jackass. Lex.”

MJF shrugged, ignoring her as he turned his attention to the elevator control panel. Lex was staring at him and he kept waiting for an explosion, holy hell she was so good at those, he thought to himself, but to his surprise, minutes passed without her saying a word. When he bothered to turn around and he found her sitting on the floor with her back firmly against the wall and her head between her knees, it hit him exactly why she wasn’t saying anything. And he eyed her, a brow raised in concern. Grumbling at himself for not being able to just leave her alone, he sat down beside her.

“Hey..”

“I.. hate small spaces and I’m kind of panicking. Not now.” Lex’s tone was more of a pleading whimper than anything and she wasn’t looking up. It was freaking him out a little if the truth had to be told. He tapped her shoulder gingerly, swearing at himself. The best thing to do was just to leave her alone.

But he knew how claustrophobia worked and he knew that right now, she was probably experiencing some pretty scary physical manifestations of her fear and that was throwing her into a panic attack, which was most likely worsening those physical manifestations. He had to do something.

Lex finally got herself together at least enough to look up to see why he’d tapped her. “I can’t get anyone down in the lobby. If you’ll move forward a little..” MJF suggested it clumsily and the tone caught her off guard. She eyed him and he nodded to the spot between his legs firmly. “I’m afraid of small spaces, that is.. literally the last thing I need.” Lex choked out the words, not seeing how his suggestion would help her relax at all. He grumbled and moved, sliding into place behind her, his arms going around her, his lips right next to her ear. “Breathe in.. Slow.. Breathe out. Close your eyes..”

Lex did as he told her and took a few shaky breaths, her eyes fluttering shut. MJF continued, large rough hands moving carefully and almost gently over her arms. She’d rather die than admit it, but she was calming down just a shade. And the scent of his cologne was relaxing.. The firmness of his body wrapped around her and the warmth of his breath against her ear as he spoke to her in quiet whispers.

“W-why are you being so nice?” she managed to gasp out as he muttered quietly, “Because despite everything, I do care. A lot more than you realize. And you’re kind of freaking me out right now, woman.” He nipped at her earlobe unintentionally and she shivered a little, pressing her back against his chest. “Keep breathing in and out. Focus on something that keeps you calm.”

The only thing she could focus on, was him. And it hit her then, no matter how much she pretended otherwise, the things she felt for him were overwhelming and getting entirely too hard to fight off. She’d been fighting so hard because she thought he was only after a quick lay. Or something else. But the way he was being right now was.. Throwing her totally off guard. “Okay, just.. Please don’t let me go. This is..” she breathed and her lips brushed against the side of his neck as her head rested against his shoulder, “It’s keeping me calm..”

“Good, that’s good. I’m gonna try to page someone again, okay? We’ll get you out of here, if I have to rip the fucking doors open and risk climbing.” 

“It’s not that serious. I’m just overreacting.”

“No, no princess. You’re not. It’s a pretty freaky situation. I’m not especially fond of small spaces myself.” MJF muttered against her hair, continuing to move his hands over her upper arms and daring to move them lower, down to ghost over her sides. The elevator started off with a loud creak and a shaky takeoff and rather than spring away like he figured she would, she turned around instead, taking his face in her hands, pulling him into a biting and bruising kiss that he only deepened, his hands groping and ghosting over her body as he lowered his knees and pulled her onto his lap, rubbing himself against her. “Fuck. You’re gonna drive me insane, woman.”

“I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but same.” she mumbled quietly, her breaths coming in short pants as she pressed herself down against him hard, rubbing her body against his. The elevator slid open and the two were so involved in their own little world that they didn’t realize that a group of hotel guests were getting quite the eye full until someone cleared their throat. He stood and so did she, both of them trying to fix themselves, smoothing down their clothes and hurrying off the elevator. About halfway down the hall, MJF caught up to her, shoving her against a wall, pinning her against with his hips. “Where were we, hmm?”

Her hand trailed lazily down his chest, tugging in the waistband of his jeans. “We were right about here.” 

[anxious-millenial-cowboy]

So this is stupidly niche but i needed to get it out of my head

I've just watched Doctor Who (10th Doctor my beloved) and then saw someone say the Master is the Doctors ultimate obsessive fan (you can see where this is going...)

Doctor Who/AEW AU with CM Punk as the Doctor and MjF as the Master pursuing him obsessively across the galaxy. It would be ridiculous but think of the tension and the obsession and the drama

It just works right!?

[mjfass]

So did you hear this bit of MJF news, because of Max‘s promo Wednesday night a lot of fans called the local police to report what Max said he did and the police actually came out and said we don’t respond to fictional crimes

Yeah, lol. That speaks volumes of the acting talent of that dude. He made us believe every word.

[alwayseroticwrestling]

This Meet Cute is Better Than Yours

Maxwell Jacob Friedman was settled into his scarf, eyeballing the teacher as she called roll for what had to be the worst fucking homeroom class to ever exist. Two god damn exchange students, one of whom already fucking hated MJF, a guy his age who had an impossible mustache, a bratty little freshman who had ended up in his home room by what had to be a mistake, and of fucking course, the biggest fucking nerd in school. Mr. Dungeons-and-Dragons-Cosplay-Comic-Lovin-Jack-Off Brandon Cutler. MJF leered at him in the front row quietly reading a bullshit fantasy book.

“Hey, MFJ!”

Oh wait, there was something worse.

“Can I sit here?”

MJF looked at Nick fucking Jackson with undisguised contempt. The twin must have had the bad luck of not getting put in the same class as his brother and was looking for someone to sit next to. Well he was gonna have to keep looking.

Find the rest of the first fic in our High School AU at our Ao3 Written by Mod: Jaxwell Faxwell

[wrestlezon]

Can you explain why people really love CM Punk? He comes off as the biggest asshole and having a shit personality. I don't care that is he "straight edge" he comes off as a prick who is so self centered. How is anyone gonna live a drug free life and constantly shit on people who use or struggle? Idk he comes off so nasty and this uprising of his "cult of personality" is so strange to me I do not get it and would love a take. I keep asking people for CM Punk opinions cause it is lost on me, if anything this guy triggers just rage and makes me not wanna watch any wrestling period. I see so many fans of a wide range of wrestling all enjoy him and it is strange. thoughts?

Is he your first introduction to the world of professional wrestling in general? Because if so I can see that being a point of contention. Also picking up random bits out of context certainly wouldn't help things.

This got kind of long as I didn't know what you are or aren't aware of so I just overexplained a little bit of everything. also I am not a CM Punk expert im just a biased person on the internet who got really into wrestling last year

tl;dr: wrestling is partially theatrical, he's really good at playing a villain, he's good at walking the line between the meta aspects of kayfabe, great at monologuing, appeals to outsiders, etc

But honestly if you dont like cm punk thats fine too, you could just not watch the parts of wrestling he's in. he is not the be all end all of wrestling! theres other wrestlers and wrestling companies!!!

For full disclosure: I like CM Punk because my first impression of him (in 2021, I am not an og fan) was that he is a "reformed inherently-sardonic guy who is trying to be a nice guy now but every once in a while slips and says something funny/mean." I am personally a sucker for this specific type of character in any media. Anyway this turned out to be a pretty accurate first impression and is why I really like the mjf/cm punk feud because it involves someone pushing his buttons so goddamn much he stopped pulling his punches. I love people struggling against the temptation to be evil (fictionally)

Anyway, first off: Understand that wrestling is more or less staged. Sitcoms on tv are fake. Reality tv is fake. Wrestling is fake. And while theres some stuff that is legit real, theres a lot of it thats fiction, but eeeeeverything is treated as real whether its the existence of an invincible undying wrestler zombie man or a guy taking "drug free is the way to be" to an extremely over-the-top level. Thats kayfabe, baby! And you get to play along! Its fun! Wrestling exists in an alternate universe where those punches are real punches and magic is sometimes real.

Classic CM Punk is an obnoxious, abrasive little asshole and thats kind of the point because thats the role his character plays: he's a heel, he's supposed to be the target of the audience's ire, and people who hate him get satisfaction when he gets beat up and loses. He's a villain! People in the audience who are straight-edge get mad at him for being embarrassingly aggro and making them look bad, people in the audience who are not straight-edge get mad because they want to enjoy their vices. And look, i'll be honest: his whole "straight edge society" era rubs me the wrong way because I am (personally) not a fan of cults and he did too good of a job with it. But I can respect his ability to play both sides of the aisle: it pissed off people who hate religious allegory (groan! religion!) and pissed off people who are very religious (its sacrilege! how dare he!!). working the audience

But on top of that, he's also really good at blurring the lines between what's real and whats fake. Like his most popular moment(s) is his Summer of Punk stuff where people legitimately didn't know how much of what he was doing (threatening to take a promotion's championship title with him to a rival promotion, going "off-script" to berate his bosses) was staged or not. Being a rebel! Breaking the rules! Anti-establishment! If you're a wrestling fan who is aware of kayfabe, it suddenly threw a lot of things into question. Is he actually going to do that? Would they really allow him to say this on TV? You thought you knew where the line was, but now you don't. Its interesting! And theres a whole lot of other layers to it too (a lot of people hated on WWE during this time, and now this guy was out there voicing concerns they shared, so it was relatable, etc) but you could probably find several articles explaining the summer of punk and the phenomenon around it written far better than me.

Also he's like, an edgy tattooed guy with piercings. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ cute

... but thats all the in-universe stuff.

Outside of that, in the non-fiction world, when we start talking about The-Actual-Human-Guy-Who-Plays-CM-Punk and not just the character on TV, well... between the Esquire article titled "The Rise and Fall of CM Punk" going over his relevant history, and his question & answer session at the AEW Revolution PPV Post Media Scrum... I see a guy who really really loved something and lost that when it got utterly corrupted, poisoned, and ruined for him. And after several years he's come back to it and talking about how happy he is and how much fun he is having in a healthy collaborative environment. Like genuinely getting emotional about that and everything.

And, uh... well. Not to get too "hashtag Real," buuuuuut... It means a lot, for me, to see something like that happen, for someone. And I think a lot of his long-time fans feel the same way too. Its his real life, but its a nice story too, you know?

whatever. whatever!! don't perceive me. youre not seeing me being emotionally vulnerable. its embarrassing and you should forget it, unless it gives you some sort of horizon-broadening sense of understanding. goodbye im walking out of the room.