#wrestling fandom

[muffin-man-marq-lynch]

I've only been a wrestling fan for a few months but I have to say with the nervous flutter about wrestlers lurking on Tumblr and fic sites and other traditionally closed-off fandomy spaces? I get it. On both sides.

But if I was a wrestler with the natural inclinations and curiosity to poke my nose into what people are saying in my industry outside of the dirtsheets, I would get really, really tired of the same six talking points regurgitated over and over on Twitter and Reddit threads arguing about ratings, whether X is washed up, the same fucking wank over and over floating to the top. I say this because I have tried to stick my nose into the wrestling Twitter and Reddit communities a few times as a new fan and it exhausts me already.

So yeah, I can see the appeal as a lurking wrestler on Tumblr for the exact same things we do.

Look at that! HD Gifsets of the matches! Showing off the moments that really made people pop and the moves that were incredible in more than just YouTube clips, filled with tagged commentary.

Oh fun, longer form commentary on where matches might go, pulling together histories of feuds and reigns, lighter hearted debates and shitposts all around.

A tagging system that actually allows some muting once in a while that people sometimes use?

And yes, fic, art, and objectification. Cheers, I have been working very hard on my pecs, my tits did look amazing tonight, thank you for noticing my costume details change.

Yes, we're horny, we're ravenous, we're transing your genders, foaming at the mouth, etc etc. But we've been here doing this for a while. I was doing this shit with a community on LiveJournal for Kayfabe Jon Stewart & "Stephen" Colbert back in 2009 and they knew and played it up for us too.

The weird pervert who is harmless but a good friend trope has gone way down lately, which makes sense given the current climate post #MeToo, but Kenny Omega on Being The Elite was a great example: in a sea of other dick jokes he was the ulti-perv they all still chose to hang out with. We on Tumblr are for the most part not bashing, harassing, haranguing, or spreading misinformation. We're just making art, noticing details, supporting work, and throwing out lewd jokes.

It's entirely up to the wrestling community if they want to hang out with us while we do those things, but it seems pretty clear that that is a vibe a lot of them are comfortable with, and some are happy to dig deeper into the weird shit we're making.

I just see a lot of people getting self-loathing about what they've been posting and I wanted to offer a different perspective. I've seen actors lose their minds being delighted at body pillows of themselves or mousepads of their supple tits. Adults are all different and none of this should be forced on anyone at conventions or tagged at them etc, but if they seek it out and like it? Well then, welcome to the Devil's Sacrament. Have fun, and personally I'm glad Tumblr is also your happy escape space.

[sydsaint]

You're still champion of my heart baby <3

Summary: Tyler faces his toughest fight yet against Chris Jericho with PLE implications. Luckily for him, Tyler's girlfriend isn't above getting her hands dirty in order to help her man win.

You finish up your match against Emi Sakura, managing to earn a quick win against the Japanese legend. After celebrating in with a few fans on your way up the ramp, you head back to the locker room to see if Tyler's left yet.

"Ty? You in here?" You announce yourself as you come through the locker room door.

"Yeah." Tyler replies dryly from somewhere inside the locker room. "You beat, Emi?" He asks you as you shut the door behind you.

You snort and nod. "Course I did, look at who you're talking to." You laugh.

"Right." Tyler laughs with you.

You clean up some excess sweat from your body and throw on a shirt over your ring gear while Tyler idles on his phone like usual.

"Shouldn't you be headed out to the ring to talk with Jericho's annoying ass?" You ask Tyler after you're done changing.

"Yeah, unfortunately." Tyler nods. "I can't believe that he went and whined to my dad." He grumbles.

You snort and agree. "Look at who you're talking about, Ty." You remind him. "Jericho is a total snake. And he's ugly so,"

"You did warn me." Tyler nods. "I'm headed out. Wanna walk with me?" He asks you.

"Sure." You shrug and head over to the door.

Tyler pulls open the door for you and the two of you head down to the tunnel. You stop right at the tunnel entrance and watch Tyler head through it. You hang back since you know that he doesn't need you for this. Not with a shmuck like Chris Jericho.

You hang around backstage and watch the confrontation in the ring from the monitors set up in various places. You roll your eyes at Chris' arrogance, silently praying that Tyler just decks him.

"Oh what the fuck!?" You curse the air when Jericho decides to take a shot at Taz.

Tyler handles the situation, getting into Chris's face. But your worry for Taz gets the better of you. You head down to the ring from the back way so you don't take the spotlight away from Tyler.

"Taz!" You rush over to his side as he carefully rolls out of the ring. "Are you alright?" You help him down to the floor.

"Yeah, I'm alright, kid." Taz assures you, but you notice that his knee is obviously bothering him.

You set a cautious and gentle hand on Taz's shoulder and walk with him back over to the commentary table. Tyler takes a second to glance your way and you flash him a quick thumbs up. Ty nods at your assuring gesture and goes right back to getting in Jericho's face.

"You sure that you're okay, Taz?" You ask Taz again once he's at down.

"I'm good." Taz nods. "Come on, give me some credit, kid. I ain't quite that old yet." He chuckles. "But I appreciate the concern."

You nod and slink back around the tunnel to the backstage area to wait for Tyler to come back.

A few minutes later Tyler comes stomping through the tunnel with a foul air about him. You walk over to him and try your best to tame the beast before he thinks about doing something drastic.

"Tyler! Hey!" You rush over to Tyler's side.

"Is my dad alright?" Tyler asks you, venom in his tone.

You nod and put a hand on Tyler's arm. "Yeah, he said that he was okay." You assure him. "Come on, let's head back to the locker room and get our stuff so we can get out of here." You give his arm a small tug away from the tunnel since Chris is still out in the ring.

"Thanks for going out there and checking on him, YN." Tyler relaxes a little bit.

"Yeah, of course." You nod and begin pulling him along. "And hey, you'll get another shot at kicking Jericho's ass, okay? In the ring. Properly." You glance his way while you're walking with him.

Tyler's jaw clenches in frustration. "He's lucky that I didn't lay him out right then and there." He insists.

"I know, baby." You rub Tyler's arm, still making sure to put as much distance between him and anything Chris Jericho related as possible.

Sunday night rolls around and it's time for Dynasty. You're not scheduled for a match on the card so you opt to hang around backstage and provide Tyler with all the support that he needs tonight.

Tyler's been in a foul mood since Wednesday, and if you weren't a hater then you'd be fearing for Chris Jericho's well being right now.

"You want me out there with you?" You ask Tyler while he's getting ready for his match.

"Nah." Tyler shakes his head. "I can do this by myself." He assures you. "Can you maybe hang with my dad on commentary though?" He asks you.

You nod, surprised that Ty seems worried about his dad. "Yeah, sure." You pull your shoes back on while Tyler finishes getting ready.

The time comes for Tyler's match and the two of you head out. You let Tyler do his entrance by himself and go the back way down to the commentary table. Taz pulls up a chair for you to sit next to him in, but you decline his offer of a headset.

Chris saunters out to the ring after Tyler with his usual smug aura. You roll your eyes at the challenger as he passes the commentary desk but remain in your seat.

The bell rings and the match gets underway, and just like you suspected. It doesn't take long for the bout to get violent. You sit in silence next to Taz while Tyler and Chris go at it beating the crap out of one-another. You wince each time Chris uses a dirty tactic to try and get the upper hand and your anger grows with each second.

"Oh no." Taz slips his headset off his head once Chris retrieves his metal bat from where he was stashing it under the ring.

Tyler barely managed to kick-out of Jericho's last pinning attempt. So you know if Chris lands this than it's over for your boyfriend.

"Oh, fuck no!" You jump out of your seat and slip past Taz.

You rush around the ring and shove Jericho to the floor while's he's got his back turned away from you. Chris's bat goes flying out of his hands and you pick it up.

"Ty might be to proud to be a cheater, Chris." You stare down Jericho as he gets to his feet slowly. "But I'm not like my boyfriend."

You swing the bat at Jericho and it collides with his head. The blow instantly crumples Chris to his knees and you drop the bat. Tyler finally stirs in the ring so you haul Jericho's fat ass up and roll him into the ring before calmly walking back over to the commentary table.

You are met by Taz who looks at you with adoration like you've never seen on the man's face before.

In the ring, Tyler gets to his feet and locks in REDRUM on Chris, not that it's need after your handwork. Aubrey calls a stop to the match after checking on Chris and the bell rings. You pluck the FTW championship from it's perch at the timekeepers area and make your way into the ring.

Tyler lifts himself back to his feet again and you hand his championship back to him. "I knew you could do it." You smile at him and lift his hand in the air in victory.

"Thanks for the help, babe." Tyler whispers to you, secretly proud that you didn't let any of Chris's bullshit slide.

The crowd cheers for Tyler and you hear Taz mention you back at the commentary table proudly. Chris Jericho has been silenced and all is right in the world again.

[pierrottrap]

CM STAG

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

As someone who took a hiatus from wrestling for a couple of years and has recently come back to it, I just wanted to share how much of a shock the current wrestling scene was for me. Breaking this down by individual wrestlers:

1) Cody Rhodes: male model who went crazy after he thought he was disfigured —> actual Captain America/Homelander

2) Drew McIntyre: Scottish guy who is just kinda there, a bit of a loser —> holy crap, he’s a major player now? And he’s apparently this obsessed crazy person who wants CM Punk dead?

3) CM Punk: best in the world, the company rebel —> not much has changed, except he’s now an oldhead who is vibing in the WWE space. He’s like that cool old guy who always has a story to tell about his younger days.

4) Rey Mysterio: the guy who does really cool tricks, but is sadly always getting injured —> he’s beefing with his son? And now he’s leading the Latino version of NWO?

5) Dominik Mysterio: Rey’s son, a NPC in the WWE universe —> biggest asshole ever, fuck this guy (not serious, I mean storyline-wise), 2nd coming of Eddie Guerrero

6) Triple H: Undertaker’s greatest enemy, the last of the old guard —> the best WWE storyteller in the last couple of years?

7) Michael Cole: annoying heel commentator —> really good face commentator

8) John Cena: All Might in his prime —> All Might in the present day, retiring and giving out wise advice to the younger wrestlers

9) Christian: Edge’s best friend, just kinda there in the WWE space —> AEW’s biggest menace

10) Kofi Kingston: the guy who does cool stunts at Royal Rumble, doesn’t really get to do much else —> was part of a nerd trio that took off in popularity, actually got to see his comedic chops

11) R-Truth: going through a mental breakdown after several years of being a rapper —> he somehow turned into Deadpool (of the people on this list, this is the most logical character development so far lol)

[cannibalgh0st]

Me tonight-💞🖤💀💗

[hidden-redrum]

Being a wrestling fan is wanting to be put in several submissions positions just to crack your back and maybe, just maybe, relieve your back pain

Just by seeing this gif I swear I can hear the soul of my back crack-

[lonelyvampx]

I love how "am gonna eat you alive", "am gonna choke you until you turn blue", "Your ass belongs to me" are normal phrases in the wrestling world.

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

Drew McIntyre vs John Morrison , 2009

( Okay , just hear me out on this one! I had a huge crush on both of them and I still do! I love watching them both!)

[muffin-man-marq-lynch]

Trying to figure out how the fuck to explain AEW to a friend who has expressed mild interest right now feels like an impossible task of immense importance.

It's like MCU after Infinity War. Right, yes I know you didn't like or care about Marvel, that's just to express the sheer amount of quality content they've thrown at us (which is both overwhelming but once you get used to no longer being drip-fed 8 episodes of a show every two years incredible) and the fact that two of the last three PPVs have ended with 'Art is about eliciting emotions and sometimes those emotions are Bad'. It's way gayer than MCU. The fights are much more varied. The lore and retcon snark from 'we can't talk about our rival DC/WWE' is about the same level.

I swear to god we have evolved from Soap Opera to fighting despotic regimes. The music fucks. You want a body type? We got it. It's better written than most of the shows I've seen in a decade and it actually cares about the fans. The camp is off the charts. When I say 'it cares about the fans' I cannot explain to you the level of sadistic, psychological torture that has just been inflicted on tens of thousands of people last night for fun and entertainment. Both young kids and seasoned industry professionals were literally weeping around me as I wore a shirt emblazoned with the unofficial-official company motto: For The Sickos, but I was also highly visible on the still active Livestream, so I was desperately trying not to smile.

I have zero idea how to explain this to you as a non-wrestling fan, do I start in the early 2000s chronologically or earlier this summer when I started watching and hyperfixated myself?

[sydsaint]

I am INSUFFERABLE when it comes to him <3

Summary: Solo enacts his plans to take over as the Head of the Table. Complete with his own new enforcer, Tama Tonga. And to top it off, Solo also has a new inside (wo)man to replace Paul in Nick Aldis's assistant, whom Tama takes an interest in.

It's going down tonight. So stay ready.

You read the text from Solo on your phone with an eager smile on your face. Across the room, Nick yaps away on the phone with someone from the FOX executive office. You glance over at him and nod to the door signaling that you're stepping out when he meets your gaze.

Nick nods and goes back to his phone call. You rise out of your worn-out office chair and step out into the hall. You make the journey from the office all the way down to the staging area backstage, where some of the crew are keeping an eye on the flow of the show.

"Everything alright down here, guys?" You head over to the crew once you're through the door.

"Yep." One of the crewmen nods and glances back at you. "Need anything boss?" He asks you.

You shake your head and turn your attention to the monitors on the wall just as Solo is making his way down to the ring. "I just came to check up on stuff for Nick." You explain.

The crewman nods and both of you go back to watching the monitors carefully.

Out in the ring, Solo steps into the squared circle with Jimmy and Paul at his side. Roman is busy sulking after his loss to Cody, so he didn't bother to show up for work. Like usual.

Paul attempts to start his usual spiel about Roman's loss and how this obviously isn't the end of the Tribal Chief. But Solo cuts him off. Paul watches in shock as Sikoa snatches the microphone from his grasp and lays down the new law.

Backstage, you watch with a neutral face as Solo embraces his brother in one last heartfelt hug. The brothers share a friendly-seeming hug before suddenly a hooded figure rushes the ring and takes Jimmy out with a hard blow to the back of the head.

The hooded figure rises to their feet and pulls off the hood to reveal Tama Tonga. One of the great Haku's sons.

"What the hell?" One of the crewmen comments once Tama is revealed. "I didn't see this on the schedule." He picks up the schedule for the night and does a quick once-over of it.

"It's been cleared with the boss, don't worry." You set a hand on his shoulder with an assuring smile.

With the secret now out, you walk away from the stagehand desk and head for the curtain. Solo comes marching up the ramp and through the curtain a few seconds later. You smile at him and glance over at Tama as he steps up behind Sikoa.

"Tama, this is, YN. She's our inside girl." Solo glances between the two of you. "YN, this is my cousin, Tama Tonga." He introduces the two of you.

"Nice to finally meet you, Tama." You step forward and offer your hand for a handshake. "Solo's been talking nonstop about his new enforcer."

Tama glances down at your outstretched hand before he does a once-over of the rest of you. A sly smile plays on his lips as he reaches out and shakes your hand firmly. "The pleasure is all mine. Trust me, sweetheart." Tama grins at you.

Your eyebrows raise slightly with intrigue as you drop your hand back to your side. Tama continues to look at you with a gaze that could bring a girl to her knees. The look on his face screams smug, self-assured, fuckboy. But boy are you digging it.

"Well, I'll let you two handle whatever business that you need to get done." You step back over to Solo. "News about our new buddy here should be reaching Nick's desk by now. So I've got to go smooth that over with him." You explain.

"Anything I need to worry about?" Solo asks you.

You shake your head and wave your hand dismissively. "Not at all." You assure Solo. "Nick's a pushover. And I already submitted all the mind-numbing paperwork earlier today."

"Atta girl." Solo nods with a pleased look. "Meet up back in the locker room after the show, yeah? We'll grab drinks and get to work on the next phase of the plan." He suggests.

"Yes, boss." You tease and dismiss yourself. "I'll catch you two sinister backstabbers later." You add with a playful wink.

Solo and Tama both watch you walk off before Tama turns to his cousin. "She single?" He outright asks Solo.

"Far as I know, yeah." Solo rolls his eyes. "Come on, I'll show you where the locker room is." He nods to the hallway to the far side of the room before taking off.

Tama grins to himself and follows Solo back to the locker rooms. Plans are already forming in his head about how he's going to knock you off your feet the next time that he sees you.

A few hours later, you finally finish putting all of Nick's worries about Tama to rest. Smackdown has come to an end and the arena is beginning to become deserted save for the cleaning crew. You make your way down to the locker rooms and knock on the new Bloodline locker room door.

"Yeah?" Tama answers the door with a sneer that instantly warps into a shit-eating grin when he sees you standing in the doorway. "Well well well, look who finally decided to show up?" He steps out of the way and lets you into the room. "How are you doing tonight, pretty mami?"

"Better now that I'm done listening to Nick bitch and moan about you." You quip back with a playful grin. "You're not here for more than a couple of hours, Tama. And you're already a pain in my ass." You tease him.

Tama chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, by all means then, gorgeous. Tell me? How I can make it up to you?" He asks you.

"Oh, I'm sure that I'll come up with something." You giggle and step past him so you can get to Solo. "Everything's all smoothed out with, Aldis, Solo." You report to Sikoa. "Tama is officially entered into the roster database as a member of Smackdown."

"Good." Solo nods. "You ready to head out then?" He asks you. "Because I am more than done with this place." He sneers and gets to his feet.

You nod and everyone heads out. You all stop back at the hotel to change out of your work clothes and agree to meet back up in the lobby later.

You get back to your room and immediately dig around for the most suggestive top and pant combo that you have with you. You find what you're looking for and touch-up your makeup as well before heading down to the lobby.

When you make it down to the lobby, Colo and Tama are waiting for you. Solo doesn't seem phased by your wardrobe change. But the look in Tama's eyes makes you shiver. Oh, yes. You're about to have one hell of a good rest of your night.

[ink-pocket]

My journey into wrestling- and up my own ass- continues

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

First off, to get us in the mood…

So, you think your faves have what it takes to make it in the WWE? Or TNA, NXT, AEW, ECW, ROH, GCW, NJPW, and all the other wrestling company acronyms out there?

Well…let’s see! Through the power of Tumblr democracy, we will determine if your fave has what it takes to be a professional wrestler.

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How will this work?

The polls will have the following options:

1) Yes on the microphone skills / Yes on the wrestling skills: Pro-wrestling material! Not only can they wow an audience with their in-ring skills, they also got the acting chops needed to cut a promo.

2) Yes on the microphone skills / No on the wrestling skills: They got the acting chops, but they suck in the ring. Either they can’t pull off the moves, they’re not safe enough and end up legitimately hurting their opponent, they’re boring to watch fight, or some other reason you can think of.

3) No on the microphone skills / Yes on the wrestling skills: So your character can definitely pull off an entertaining match. But can they cut a promo? If you feel the character ends up embarrassing themselves if they have to sell a storyline (too boring, bad at public speaking, goes off-script too much, can’t act, etc), this is the option for them.

4) No on the microphone skills / No on the wrestling skills: Your character wouldn’t cut it at all as a pro-wrestler. Sorry, but it’s a tough job! Not everyone can do it.

MIC SKILL EXAMPLE

WRESTLING SKILL EXAMPLE

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How to submit:

Initially, I’d have it through my ask box. But since that got a little annoying to manage, here’s a Google Doc for submissions!

Once again, the same rules I had in place when I was “can-they-do-a-RKO” apply. NO REAL PEOPLE (unless they’re playing a fictionalized version of themselves).

Acceptable: Jay Baruchel as himself in This is the End

Unacceptable: Jay Baruchel

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The lore/timeline stuff for my blog’s fictional universe wrestling league:

In addition to the main polls, I’m also running my own, in-universe wrestling league called ABW (All Blorbo Wrestling). Who is in the league? All your faves, that’s who!

In order to keep track of the lore/timeline, I made the following Google Doc for my own benefit. But I’m also making it available for the public to view:

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Shout-out to the blogs that inspired the original concept of this blog:

@cantheysurvive2001aspaceodyssey

@can-they-lift-thors-hammer

And also to some other blogs that I found that I’ve grown extremely fond of:

@couldtheycatchkira

@wouldtheybecomeafearavatar

@cantheywinthehungergames

@can-they-assemble-ikea-furniture

[ponderosa121]

WWE. Rhea Ripley/Dominik Mysterio. Rhea's new hair is just whew. Just a fun quick thing I finished this week.

[voidsorstardust]

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Hello everyone!! Welcome to my blog! If you're new here, yay! If not, yay! Here's my little intro.

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You guys can call me Rumi or my user, whichever works. I use He/Him if anyone's asking. I've been on tumblr for about two years? It's been a while.

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Likes: Pro wrestling (WWE + a bit of AEW), Scott the Woz, Shifting, The Walking Dead, Writing, Utopia (UK vers.), MCR, Hamilton, Saltburn, Girl on the third floor, and much more! Just ask!

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Favorite wrestlers/Groups: Cody Rhodes, Terror Twins, Liv Morgan, Bret Hart, DX (Rest peacefully Chyna), Undertaker, Kevin Thorn, Jey Uso, Joe Hendry, Becky Lynch, Jade Cargill, MJF, Danhausen, Hook, Randy Orton and CM Punk.

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What I'll be posting:

Fics/oneshots (I'll make a boundary list later on)

Wrestling related posts

Shifting related posts

Other stuff I feel like posting

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Thanks for reading, I hope this blog is worth your while. I'll see you soon! Signing off, Rumi.

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[ratleyland]

Binge-watched this documentary in one evening.

Being a wrestling fan since I was a kid; some of the things mentioned here I was aware of... but there were a few things said that caught me off guard.