#wrestlers I write for

[mystic-story-lover]

♤ Wrestlers I write for ♤

♤ AEW ♤

Adam Cole

Adam Page

Christian Cage

Eddie Kingston

Hook

Jay White

Jon Moxley

Jungle Boy

Kenny Omega

Kip Sabian

Kyle Fletcher

Lance Archer

Mark Davis

Matt Jackson

Matt Taven

Nick Jackson

Orange Cassidy

Ricky Starks

Roderick Strong

Samoa Joe

Trent Beretta

Wardlow

Wheeler Yuta

♤ IMPACT ♤

Ace Austin

Alan Angels

Alex Shelley

Chris Bey

Chris Sabin

Joe Hendry

♤ NJPW ♤

Clark Connors

El Phantasmo

David Finlay

Dan "Drilla" Moloney

Zack Sabre Jr.

♤ INDIE WRESTLERS/MISC ♤

1 Called Manders

Alex Zayne

JT Dunn

Kevin Blackwood

Mance Warner

Matthew Justice

♤ Others could be at a later time, this is just who is there for now ♤

[piratewithvigor]

See wrestling makes me emotional because it's all connected.

You wrestle like this guy because he was your hero or he trained you and now he lives on in you and everyone who watches you. It goes back for as long as there is. You wrestle like the conglomeration of everyone you've ever loved.

You're tag team partners in every company under so many names because in every universe you're destined to be together because you have one brain because you're two halves of the same whole.

You grow up beside your heroes. You were once the little kid watching these superheroes and now you're taking your boots off for the last time, surrounded by people you were a superhero to.

You talk like this guy because he broke your heart in middle school and he didn't even know your name.

It's parents and children not always but sometimes connected by blood. Your father who had a hand in creating who you are, but he didn't know you existed until you were 20-something. Your uncle, who people say you remind them of every day even though you barely remember him.

It's bonding all together across thousands of miles and decades, worldwide, through time.

And sometimes it's watching Mae Young give birth to a hand idfk

[metalhoops]

There are lots of modern aus with rockstar Eddie, and actor or professional sportsman Steve but I propose professional wrestler Steddie. I know this is niche, but hear me out. Wrestling is the perfect mix of sports (Steve) and drama/ camp (Eddie). 

You have a baby face Steve Harrington, who the crowd adores because he’s charismatic on the mic and not afraid to get a little bloody in his matches. Then you have heel Eddie who the crowd loves to hate. He’s got a Lost Boys-style vampire gimmick going on, heavy metal entrance music and has adopted the habit of walking in through the crowds. He’s amazing in tables matches and will take any opportunity to do a choke slam through the announce desk. 

The two don’t face each other in the ring often because Steve’s in a longtime feud with Billy Hargrove, whose a hell of a heel but downright dangerous in and out of the ring. He often refuses to sell for Steve and to make matters worse he’s a fan of not pulling his punches. 

Eddie and Steve don’t talk much in the locker rooms, they run in different circles and Eddie has the sneaking suspicion Steve is a stuck-up asshole (he’s not).  

They end up in a Royal Rumble match, where thirty-odd competitors get in a ring and fight to be the last one standing. Eddie’s sticking to the script. He keeps close to the guy he’s in a feud with until he catches Steve take a bump out of the corner of his eye. Billy’s on him and he’s not pulling his punches. Steve’s nose is gushing. The producers will be pissed because the T.V. network is getting squeamish about showing lots of blood. It’s not the 80s anymore. People don’t do that. 

Against his better judgment, Eddie decides to go off script. He takes Billy by surprise and manages to get him over the top rope. He wasn’t supposed to win anyway, so it wasn’t like they were going to dock his pay. He might get hazed in the locker room but that was a worry for another day. 

To Eddie’s surprise, Steve looks at him and shoots him a brilliant smile, his teeth filled with blood, his eyes shimmering with mischief. Someone tries to grapple with Eddie from behind but Steve intercepts, saving his ass. Eddie wasn’t meant to win the match either but he wanted as much airtime as he could get. He hates to admit it but he and Steve make a good team. Viewers seemed to agree. 

The next day Eddie is approached by his manager, telling him the higher-ups want him and Steve as a tag team. Which means one of two things. He and Steve were going to see a lot more of one another, and for once, Eddie was going to have to play the role of the good guy. It ends with them getting up way too close and personal in practice and pining hard over one another. 

[littlemarianah]

Fun ideas for fanfics that I don't have time to write - Part 1

A fanfic where Peeta teaches Katniss how to wrestle.

Peeta is training for a wrestling championship. It's nothing too big, but his competitive spirit makes him train until exhaustion.

He no longer has so much time to spend with Katniss and so as not to spend the whole week without seeing each other, she decides to watch him train.

Peeta is very attractive in those gym clothes and doesn't have anyone to train with, so Katniss decides to volunteer, because it seems hot™️. Peeta chuckles, she doesn't seem serious and he doesn't want to train seriously to hurt her. He tries to take it easy, he just puts her down so he can kiss her, no, it doesn't even remotely look like wrestling.

He is surprised when she actually starts to challenge him. She starts using force and complains when he lets her win. She hates seeing him go easy on her.

Katniss can be really good acc. He is surprised. She's not strong enough to stop him, but she's a good strategist and can put him in very complicated positions, or dodge his attacks for a long time.

Katniss isn't trying to be good, she's just really turned on by the idea of them pretend to fighting.

Peeta tell her that she is happy with how good she is, and maybe she will win if she competes with people of the same weight as her. Well, Katniss doesn't care much about wrestling, she just likes having an excuse to roll on the floor with him.

She went to see him train again next day, he invites her to the mat. Stops being so hot. Peeta starts teaching her real moves instead of getting on top of her just to touch her hips on his, and have his mouth close to her ear. Peeta acc starts training her.

Katniss finds it completely boring

Well, she doesn't wnat just say it all loud. (For plot reasons lol) So she starts putting him in complicated positions just to watching him lose control. Honestly, it's kind of hard to take Peeta out of competitive trainer mode and into boyfriend mode.

But when he realizes what she's trying to do he gets so turned on that smoke comes out of his ears. But without wanting to lose my composure he starts to play her game. After that, let's just say things get dirty.

It's a good idea, but I have so many ideas and so little time. I would just like to write something hot and fun, but I always end up complicating everything with too much plot. Sad life.

Do you guys think Katniss POV or Peeta POV is more interesting? or third person?

[void-detective]

A Man can Hate 🔥

[[GIF IS NOT MINE!! All dividers made by cafekitsunes]]

Author note: I feel for y'all Drew McIntyre fans, hopefully they'll be able to give the man a title and these two can fully feud. Also yes I do have an obsession how did you tell?

Warning: Drew is PISSED, choking, and backstage brawl

Word count: 1,013

Summary: After a humiliating loss in his home country by the hands of Punk, Drew tears Punk a new one backstage. And has some very choice words for the former champion about the future of their feud.

Drew McIntyre was livid.

Not only had his championship match been stolen out of his hands again by the man he hated the most, but it had also been within his home country. The man could hate– he could really hate, but this was a new level of anger he had ever felt before.

Even now, standing outside the ring beaten and exhausted; he could feel the adrenaline fueling his system like he had been pumped full of drugs. His body aching and sweating from the match with Priest, but most of all his anger boiling over like he was about to blow his top.

WrestleMania, the number one contender match, the scathing promos by Punk, and now the Clash of Champions match.

That smug ass grin..the referee jersey.. the low blow. He had never felt such humiliation since the last time they screwed him over in his home country. And now he snapped.

The security and referees were no match for Drew as he stormed the backstage area practically seething from every pore in his body. He didn't care who he had to go through to get his hands on Punk, but come hell was about to grab the Chicago native.

As he cut through the backstage area he could feel his heart pounding in his chest like crazy as his fist clenched hard at his sides in frustration. His body vibrated with an intense rage that made everyone steer clear of his path of destruction.

Tables were cleared of items, no matter what they were, trash cans and other items thrown across the room as he shouted for a clear answer to the whereabouts of Punk. He didn't care if the man was cleared or not, he'd make him pay.

And then he caught sight of the slicked back hair and retreating figure of the older man hauling ass backstage. Oh that bitch.

McIntyre ran after Punk, and for a man of his size? He was faster then he looked, hell, now that he was pissed? He was bolting across the backstage, shoving people out of his way toward him. Maybe he'd get his ass in trouble later for his rampage, but right now all he cared about was getting to Punk.

As he zeroed in on Punk he reached out and tightly grasped the back of the man's shirt with one hand before yanking him back hard enough to make him stumble backwards. The Scotsman gripped Punk tight and threw him back toward the wall, making the other man slam back first into the wall with a thud and wheeze.

“J-jesus Christ Drew! What the hell!?” Punk managed through a gasp of pain as he held himself up against the wall trying to ignore the pain shooting up his spine.

“Shut up you goddamn bastard, you hear me!?” Drew snarled out baring his teeth at Punk like he was about to bite the man as he heaved out breaths. His eyes dark with intent and fury as he moved to cage other man against the wall. His hand reached up and grasped tightly around Punk's throat ensuring the man shut up for one as he squeezed dangerously.

“You are getting on my last nerve, I think it's about time I gave you what for.” The Scotsman growled out with a frown and pulled Punk off the wall still gripping his throat as he hauled him through the backstage area. He went towards the production crew and watched as they scattered away quickly leaving him to lay waste to the defenseless man. He used his free hand to push all the equipment off the tables and sent Punk a scathing glare as the man desperately tried to pry his hand off his throat.

“You should've stayed in AEW..” McIntyre whispered, watching the wide eyed stare of the older man before he smirked, watching the pure fear as he tried to reason with the other man. The way he flailed his arms and muttered choked pleas while gripping his arm was almost comical. He ignored the sting in his heart as he prepared himself for the next move.

Don't get emotional.

Drew hauled Punk up and grabbed his jeans as he lifted him in the air then slammed him down into the tables below. The sound of wood cracking and the tables giving in under Punk's weight filling the air as the other man cried out in pain. He chuckled darkly as he looked over at the referees and guards, giving them a look that made them back off before he stepped over the collapsed tables that were under Punk.

One boot rose and stomped down on the “formely” injured elbow of Punk as he dug his heel down into the area. His weight pressed down onto the area as he leaned over to watch the withering figure of Punk under him. His eyes gleaming with delight as he chuckled out and reached a hand out to grasp Punk’s jaw harshly.

“You and me Punk, in your home town…I'm going to humiliate you. I'm going to ensure you wished you would've never returned to the WWE again. I want-” he spoke lowly, “-a dog collar match.” McIntyre sneered out venomously and watched as the horror flashed in Punk's eyes both from the memory and the threats.

That devil..

With that, Drew released Punk from his vice grip and watched as the older man gripped his arm, curling in the spot while glaring back at the other wrestler. The Scotsman still bubbling with rage as Triple H stepped in front of the veteran in order to shield the onslaught of attacks and yelled at McIntyre to back off to which he eventually did as he raised his hands up in surrender.

And one last look was thrown at Punk as Drew backed off from the scene still heaving with breath with a stinging feeling in his heart. His steps heavy as he tangled his fingers in his hair and walked down the hallway silently, emotions swirling inside his body

Damn you Punk.

[nickfowlerrr]

pro wrestler!bucky barnes

[scrawnytreedemon]

Saw another comment somewhere regarding their own teenage disappointment upon finding that the rest of Zant's features didn't live up to his lips, and that gave me the motivation to draw something that's been on my mind for years:

What if they did?

[Further Rambling Beneath Cut]

This is... throwing me for a loop, lmao. Now granted, Hyrule Warriors did wonders in beautifying this (not-so-)little freak, but man. I prefer how he looks already, and if anything play up the non-conventional angle. It's been wild purposefully aiming for a conventionally attractive face again, something I haven't done in years. I usually try to throw in other details to shake it up a bit.

He'd need more of an outfit change(perhaps some free-flowing locks) before he could reach Full Sexy™, so I guess there's that to play with.

God, this is cursed.

[bang-bang-gang]

i really do enjoy learning kanji so much like oh thats a little drawing and it makes a sound and has a meaning and now i understand a very tiny part of a language i did not understand at all before

[himbos-hotline]

Hey look its RJ city

[sapphyre-blogs]

me: alright seems like i'm getting a WWE hyperfixation. nice, this is fun. i do kinda hope it's temporary so i can go back to Dr Who soon, but at least i have some new Favorite Characters :)

me three weeks later, now writing a fic about the Undertaker: ...dammit

(i'll post it when it's finished, but i wrote 2k in the span of like... 2 hours today alone, so maybe i'm a little TOO excited about it /j)

[edwardallenpoe]

people who write fighting/sparring scenes are our strongest soldiers btw

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

hey! I was wondering if you had a list of wrestlers that you do/don’t like to write for?

Hello, darling 💕

Yes I do, love! And you can find it right here 😘

💋

[vvniceday]

tony khan please fucking hire me bro i can’t just write down all the storyline ideas i have every other night

[whysamwhy123]

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[suplexjones]

never felt more isolated and alone in my way of thinking than today yay 👍

[the-kipsabian]

so glad to just come home and immediately be like "okay its vent hour time" but like

dont fucking talk to me about being a writer and then tell me you use ai to write 3/4 of your text for you and top it off by BRAGGING how you "wrote" 50k words in two days

YOU DIDNT WRITE MOST OF THEM. THATS NOT WORTH BRAGGING ABOUT TO SOMEONE WHO PAINSTAKINGLY HANDCRAFTS ALL THEIR FICS FOR FUCKING DAYS FROM BEGINNING TO END AND EDITS ALL THEIR SHIT AS WELL

fucking hell im angry