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pepsitwist · 2 years
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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months
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Okay, hear me out: Do you mind writing a NSFW alphabet about CM Punk? :P
CM PUNK NSFW ALPHABET I8+ NSFW content
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NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST
CM PUNK MASTERLIST
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He is very loving and nurturing 
He will hold you close and tell you how much he loves you as he whispers sweet nothings as you fall asleep
Although Phil has a bit of a mean streak, intimacy is something he won’t take for granted with you
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On him, his favourite part is his tattoos (which you agree)
He loves the way his painted canvas looks against your bare one
He loves the sight of his tattooed hands around your throat 
On you he adores everything 
He could never pick just one thing
He is obsessed with you, he worships your body like a god
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He is a dirty old man, he loves the sight of you covered in his seed
Whether it’s pouring out of you or dripping all over you, he loves it
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
His little secret is how obsessed he is with you 
He completely obsessed with you, in an insane crazy way
Even before you started dating he would stalk you
Punk would kill with his bear hands if it meant he could have you
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
With age comes experience, he is very experienced 
He has been with many many women in his age so he knows s thing or two
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Missionary; he loves the intimacy it provides 
Cowgirl; he loves it when you ride him
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He is very serious, almost a bit mean
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Clean shaven 
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 
When he wants to be Phil can be quite the romantic
Worshiping your body like a temple
Slowly making you come undone
He loves to take his time with you
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Multiple times a day
He needs that release, mainly because he is always turned on around you
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
dd/lg (heavy on this)
Daddy kink
Hair pulling 
Impact play 
BDSM
Breeding kink
Pregnancy kink
Bondage 
Biting 
Cock warming 
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere and everywhere he will take you anywhere he can 
Besides the privacy in your home or hotel, he loves water sex, the beach, the pool all of it
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Anything 
He gets turned on by anything 
Your sent, your smile, the way your fingers linger on his for a second too long
He’s embarrassed about the effect you have on him
He’s like a horney teenage boy around you
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Sharing, he’s a selfish man
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Although he gives he would rather receive 
He loves the sight of you underneath him gagging on his cock
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He is hard and rough
Fucking you into obliviation 
He loves to turn your brain into mush 
He can be mean during sex but behind the tough guy act there is so much love behind it
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
When he needs you he needs you
Although he is not the biggest fan of quickies they occur more often than you think
They will occur backstage before a match or when one of his co-workers gets a bit too friendly with you
Sometimes he might take you in the car if you misbehave 
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Phil is a risky man, he likes to play games
However, he will always pass them by you first before trying something new
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
I don’t see him lasting very long, typically before you
However, he can go several rounds in a row before getting tired
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He has a special collection just for you
Silk handcuffs, a variation of vibrators 
He loves to use them with you
Oh and don’t forget the collar (IYKYK)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
CM Punk is a big tease, he loves to mess with you all the time 
He will feel bad for it after but in the moment he loves it
He loves it when you beg him to go faster after purposely going painfully slow
Begging for your orgasm
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s quite loud
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
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X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
6 inches
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
So high, like a teenage boy
It’s not normal
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 
He doesn’t fall asleep fast at all
He would probably watch you sleep tbh
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magnoliacharmed · 10 months
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Godless
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18+, CM Punk x Fem!Reader one shot
[Also available on Archive of our Own!]
Word count: 1,091
Tags: Referenced alcoholism, Religious imagery/symbolism, blow jobs, come swallowing
Summary:
This was the blessing you worked for. This was the blessing you deserved. To worship at the feet of CM Punk.
Author's note: Inspired by this wonderful fancam & Godless by Banks.
…And so you worshiped at the feet of CM Punk. 
It was a downward spiral and you circled the drain before you’d even known it. Oh, to trade one addiction for another… you hoped God could forgive you. 
The thought brewed in your mind. Dark storm clouds filled your head heavily with an impending sense of horror. When you felt the gentle caress of Punk’s fingertips across your cheekbones, the clouds broke. Tears flooded your eyes and began to roll down your cheeks and over his fingers. 
“Don’t you feel better? Don’t you feel clean? ” Punk whispered. His voice echoed around you like a haunting. You would’ve liked to say that there was no semblance of wickedness in his eyes, but why play God for a fool?
“Yes… but…”
Pain radiated through your nerves. Every muscle in your head twisted and stretched with exhaustion. You’d do anything for another sip of liquor. You’d do anything for Punk’s admiration. 
“But what?”
“For how long will this go on?”
His hand came to rest on the back of your head. It scared you how much you needed his touch. It calmed you down almost immediately. Now you knew it was okay to relax. Your body bit back at your now rested weight pushing down on your knees. Let them get scraped.  
“What if I told you I could make it all more bearable?”
The fluorescent lighting seemed to brighten behind his head, an aura of yellow-white glistening through strands of dark hair. If you reached out to touch him would he really be there? Was he not a trick of your mind, an illusion to sink you further into despair?
“I’ll do anything.”
“Anything… anything. Close your eyes for me.”
You squeezed your lids shut. The darkness behind them was well needed. The light from Punk was getting to be overwhelming. You wondered just what he could do for you to make all the pain go away. 
“Will you bless me?”
Punk paused at your words. He didn’t expect the desperation in your voice. If anything, it only spurred him on. Made him more comfortable with what he wanted to do. 
“Yes.”
Things were all a blur. There was no point in thinking about the circumstances that led you to this point. The only thing that was worth focusing on was how to please. And to please was to pray. There was more than one way to pray, not only through the act of speaking. Your mouth opened as if to sing a hymn and slowly became filled with him. 
It was a slow affair. There was no need to make the act more obscene than it already was. Punk knew what this was. It was more about the means to the end, the journey of it all. To see you so pliable below him was more pleasurable than the act itself he realized. A contented sigh escaped from his lips. The warmth of your mouth was slightly overbearing. 
“I look down at you now and see a saint. My saint.”
The bobbing of your head came to an abrupt stop to look up at him with a red rimmed wet sparkle in your eye. A saint. You couldn’t believe it. Yes, this made all of your former suffering worth it. Doing anything for this man, this— 
Prophet?
When he pushed deeper down into your throat, you thought that was it. You’d reached your end. Breathing was still possible but wasn’t even a priority in your lust soaked brain. You wondered why a sinful act made you feel so holy. Perhaps it was due to the sounds Punk made above you. Deep breaths and strained moans healed your tainted spirit. You were on your way to true salvation. 
The thrusts of his hips began to pick up pace. He was ready to give you what you needed. Out of all his followers, you were his favorite. You were the one who had put in the most effort and the one who’d suffered the greatest. You’d walked the straight and narrow path to a clean life. Now it was time to show you just how proud he was of you. 
“You’re perfect. I’ve always believed in you.”
All of his words had sent you careening towards the edge too. You were sure that if you reached down to pleasure yourself you’d be reprimanded and punished, and there would be nothing worse than that. Restraint was difficult but much better than the alternative. Your mind conjured images of reaching down to touch yourself and show Punk just how much you respected him. All you wanted to do was chant his name, over and over in the throes of ecstasy. Maybe one day after you continued to prove yourself. 
“Here it comes—“
Warm fluid filled your mouth in a rush. It was bitter tasting but no more bitter than any liquor you’d ever consumed. Even though you’d been down on your knees for what felt like hours, the peak was reached so soon. Punk’s nails dug into your scalp as he pushed your head to the base of himself. He knew he was choking you. It took him a few seconds to actually care. He slowly dragged himself out of your mouth, like he was in pain to leave. The saintliness you emitted had faded from his vision. You were once again just you. In that moment, just you was good enough.
The deep breath you took made you feel alive like you’d never felt before. It was amazing— your muscles no longer ached. Your memory must have played a trick on you… you weren’t even sure if you were truly feeling real pain before he entered you.
That very special light glowed behind Punk again when he held his hand out to help you raise off of your knees. His lips planted a loving kiss on your forehead, the metal of his lip ring feeling alien on your overheated skin. Your body flooded with affection and desire for him. 
“Let’s go. It’s time to spread the good word.” His smile was easy, yet mocking. Most likely because of how absolutely wrecked you looked with smudged mascara and a wet chin. It was easy to ignore his expression when he kept his grip on your hand, fingers wrapping around yours. You were his best disciple. The people had to see just how devoted you were. 
This was the blessing you worked for. This was the blessing you deserved. To worship at the feet of CM Punk. 
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nightmarishpunk67 · 5 months
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Bound.
Pairing: CM Punk x ofc
Content: smut, bondage, slapping, choking, fun with a crop, name calling, aftercare
Word Count: 988
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“Shh. Be quiet, doll. Patience”. I couldn’t see him, the silk tie expertly tied around my eyes prevented that. I wrapped my hands around the ropes that my hands were bound to above my head and gave them a pull. The feeling of his hands gliding down my naked body was overwhelming and sent shivers all throughout.
With my breath shaky, it was hard to stay quiet. Punk’s hands were rough on my smooth skin, and I welcomed the feeling. A small whimper left my mouth when he stopped touching me, but soon was replaced with a harsh whip of a crop on my lower stomach.
“Ah!” I screamed out in pleasure.
“Hush. If I have to tell you again, I won’t let you cum” his gruff voice whispered in my ear.
“Please, please” I cried out, violently tugging on the ropes that held me so tightly in place.
“Please what, baby?”
“Punk… please let me cum. I need you inside me, please” I hated begging but for him, I would do anything.
The crop cracked on my skin once more, this time on my tits. My head fell back, and I tried my hardest to stifle the scream that was threatening to emerge.
He was behind me again in a second. He pressed his body up against mine, took my ear in his mouth and gave it a nip. I let out a shaky breath, riddled with arousal. No doubt I was soaking. Punk always knew how to bring me to the edge.
“What did you call me?” Shit. I knew I fucked up, then.
“I’m sorry, sir” I said quickly, in an attempt to change my fate.
“Too late” he growled in my ear.
The crop bit my ass the second he said those words. The pain was almost unbearable but god did it feel so good.
I could feel him circling around before stopping in front of me. I could hear the jingle of his belt being taken off and the soft thud when his jeans hit the floor. He bent down and unhooked the chains that were holding my feet and legs in place and as he rose, his hands glided along the sides of my body. He took my face in his hand with force, and I gasped.
“This is going to be quick. It’s for me, not for you and you will not cum unless I say so. But don’t bet on it, princess” his rough words went straight to my pussy. I buckled under the ropes and waited with bated breath for what was about to happen.
“Tell me you understand, doll”.
I shook my head up and down. “I understand, just please”.
His hand left my face but soon made contact again in the form of slap and he immediately grabbed it again.
“I don’t want you to beg. I want you to shut up and take my cock like a good girl and you’d do well to remember how to address me. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, sir” was all I could breathe out.
“Good girl”. Punk let go of my face and grabbed my thighs to wrap around his waist.
I wanted to buck into him, I wanted to scream at him to just fuck me already. I knew that if I wanted that, though, I would have to keep my mouth shut and be patient. Which was incredibly hard for me to do, considering my predicament.
Without warning, he shoved himself inside of me and I couldn’t help but to moan. He was so big and stretched me so good.
“Fuck, you’re so tight princess” Punk groaned.
He pumped in and out of me so agonizingly slow for a couple times before I got really impatient and started pushing myself further into him, coaxing him to fuck me faster and harder.
I knew he disapproved but it didn’t stop him this time. He seemed to give me what I want when he started fucking me faster.
“God, yes” I moaned loudly.
Punk reached one hand up to grab my throat and squeezed tightly, making me see stars.
“This what you want, doll? You wanna be fucked like the slut that you are?” His vulgar words and the hand around my throat were enough to make me lose all control. I couldn’t answer him, but I nodded enthusiastically.
He continued his assault, he was fucking me like he hated me and god I was loving it. My pussy was dripping and I was so close to cumming. Punk knew it, too.
“Aww, does my little slut wanna cum? Maybe if you ask real nice, I’ll let you” he was toying with me as he let the grip on my throat soften.
“Yes, please sir. Please let me cum” I cried out, begging.
“Only with me and not a second before” he threatened.
Punk picked up the pace and went so much deeper into my pussy that I didn’t know how I was going to walk tomorrow.
“Goddamn you feel so good baby, I’m gonna cum are you ready?”
“Fuck. Yes! Please!”
After a few more rapid, harsh thrusts, he unloaded inside of me and my own orgasm came to a head. I screamed out in the upmost pleasure and came hard.
Both of our breaths were heavy as he gently pulled out of me. My legs were wobbly and unstable as I waited for him to untie my wrists from the ropes above. When he finished, he carried me to the bed and climbed in with me.
Punk wrapped his arms around my body and laid soft kisses on my forehead.
“You did so good, baby” he praised.
“Hmm” I muttered while smiling into his chest.
“I’m gonna draw you a bath, don’t fall asleep” he chuckled and kissed me before he left the bed.
I watched him walk away, and all I could think about was when he was going to do that to me again.
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pepsi-maxwell · 1 year
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cm punk x raven, “heartbreaking”
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“I hate you,” Punk spits out from on his knees, and Raven pulls his hair tighter.
“Aww, you're breaking my heart, kid,” he says, with a tone that suggests anything but. Nudges his leg with his boot, takes in the way Punk flinches away from the touch as if it were something more violent.
“You’d have to have a heart for me to break it,” Punk mutters. Quiet, like he didn’t mean to say it out loud, and Raven doesn’t acknowledge it, but he makes a note of it in his head.
That Punk thinks he doesn’t have a heart.
That Punk sounds a little bit upset at the prospect.
Thinks one of these days, he might just end up breaking Punk’s heart, if he hasn’t already.
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tache-noire · 10 months
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Punishment
Rating: 18+ (explicit sexual content + violent content)
Ship: Samoa Joe/CM Punk
Content: Facefucking, masochism, tooth trauma
Summary: Punk isn't satisfied until he's taken everything Joe can possibly give him.
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Joe's not surprised one bit when Punk staggers into his locker room and tosses his duffel bag on the floor, barely five minutes after the show's gone off air. But he puts on a sardonic smirk and scoffs all the same.
"Still not enough for you?"
Punk sinks gingerly to his knees in front of him. "Has it ever been?"
He paws at his dick through his shorts. His hands are still wrapped in bloody tape, orange-pink still pooled between his teeth. He lurches forward, but Joe stops him with a hand around his jaw. Huge, spanning ear-to-ear across his chin. Punk moans, half in pain when he squeezes experimentally.
"You haven't been to a medic yet," he states. He knows his rival too well.
"Just a cut lip and a cracked tooth. It can wait." Punk's tongue pokes at his cheek, feeling around the breakage.
Joe raises an eyebrow. "It's gonna hurt like hell."
"Don't tell me you don't want to hurt me," Punk sneers.
They both know each other too well.
Joe's jaw clenches. So does his hand. Punk winces. There's a heavy moment where they both glare at each other again, like time's rewound 20 minutes and they're waiting for the bell to ring again. Each waiting for the other to take the first step, forward or back. To give way. And it's Joe, because Punk's right. He wants him to hurt. He deserves it, winning by roll-up, then strolling in here because he's never fucking satisfied until he regrets showing up to the arena in the first place. Fine. Joe's good at making people regret facing him.
He keeps his grip on Punk's jaw as he stands and pulls off his trunks and shorts, one-handed. Shoves his thumb in his mouth to keep him occupied while he strokes his cock halfway hard. He could let Punk take care of it, let him lick and drool and suck to his heart's content, but the quicker he can get to fucking his face, the better. When he has to tap out from the pain, he'd like to at least be CLOSE to coming.
"Last chance to back out."
Punk doesn't even answer. As soon as Joe takes his thumb out of his mouth, he leans in and swallows his cock down to the root. A little too fast, too eager. He whimpers around it, a little warning sting shooting through his jaw. But his dick throbs in his shorts all the same and he ruts into the heel of his palm as he starts to suck him off in earnest. It's easy at first. Joe lets him take it easy. He's still kind of soft and fits comfortably in his mouth. He can pull away and lap at the head and wriggle the tip of his tongue against the slit the way that always makes him swear under his breath (and tonight is no different). He doesn't have to do the one thing that hurts the most, actually closing his lips around and sucking hard. Not yet. But twisting and tangling itself around the arousal in his gut is a second coil-- anxiety. It's going to hurt, just as soon as Joe gets tired of this foreplay and gives Punk what he came here for.
The harder and fatter Joe's cock gets in his mouth, the harder it is to avoid aggravating his tooth. Bumping into it. Pulling on the exposed nerves with the suction he can barely avoid anymore. He keeps his jaw as wide open as possible and relaxes his throat, and that's the signal for Joe to take charge.
"This was more fun when you had long hair," he chuckles, palming the back of Punk's shaved head like a basketball.
The ease with which he controls him shoots liquid fire through his veins. After 20 years he'd finally managed to get that reaction under control while facing Joe in the ring, but it's returned full-force now. He shivers, eyelids fluttering. A little bit of that anxiety is soothed. Just enough that he doesn't brace himself.
The push is easier than the pull, for once. Punk makes the mistake of relaxing, letting his lips form a seal, and that little sting becomes a shock. A violent shudder rolls down his spine, chased by a low moan. He squeezes himself through his trunks. Jaw slack, tongue out. Breathe through the nose. Nothing he hasn't done before. Focus on the rhythm of Joe fucking his face. Swallow around the tip as he hammers the back of his throat. Nothing Joe hasn't done to him before.
It's just this particular kind of pain that's new. A broken finger, a cracked rib, those are all things he's good at fighting though. The pulsing, zipping flares from his tooth are pure and visceral like nothing else. It can't be ignored. Tears flow freely down his cheeks, cutting through the gruesome mess of blood and spit that splatters fresh with every thrust. Raw nerves from top to bottom. Dragging and ripping from his jaw, rough fabric rubbing the weeping head of his dick.
Punk lets his eyes roll back and gags wetly around Joe's shaft. Usually, around this time, he'd be nestled in a nice, stupid corner of his head where he can just get off on being used. Warm and cozy. This is something else new, this unrelenting presence of mind. He's locked out mentally, and locked in physically by the wide hand gripping his skull and forcing him all the way down, squashing his nose against Joe's pelvis. He squirms on the floor.
A switch flips, all of a sudden, and panic overrides. Almost unconsciously, he grabs Joe's hips and digs his nails in. Keeping him buried deep in the back of his throat. If he pulls out again, he's going to fall apart. His throat spasming, his lungs burning, he can stand that. But he can't handle the agony in his broken tooth. It's too much. Finally, Punk can't take any more. He sobs and slaps Joe's leg, three times.
Joe pulls out of Punk's mouth quickly, like ripping off a band-aid. Making him yelp like a kicked puppy.
"You're not good enough," he growls, switching his grip to hold Punk by the throat while he jerks himself off. "You've never been strong enough to take what you ask for, and you never will be."
Punk gazes up at him, painted red from nose to chest, maybe reverent, maybe too dazed to even understand what he's saying. But his chest heaves with another sob, "P'ease," and that's close enough to a prayer.
Joe shoots across his face with a grunt, striping his forehead, his swollen, bruised cheek, his gaping, bloody mouth. He lets go of Punk's throat, and he slumps on the ground. Punk slumps on the floor while Joe comes down. He's blinking slowly like a cat, absently licking his lips clean. Still hard, tenting the front of his trunks.
Joe rolls his eyes. "Come here."
He hauls Punk's limp body up, into his lap. He's trembling, panting against his shoulder, drooling blood all over him. But as soon as Joe tugs down the front of his gear and gets a hand around his dick, he bucks into it.
"Jesus. Are you 41 or 14?"
"Be'r hobe 'm for'y one, ol' man," Punk slurs.
Joe scrapes his thumbnail across his tip in retaliation, earning him a shaky "oh, fug--" and a jerk of Punk's hips. Never enough. He always wants more. Can't even take a regular handjob, he needs the tight grip and rough calluses, the nails raking down his spine and digging into his hip to keep him perched on Joe's thigh. He needs everything to be punishing.
"Bi' me, fug, 'm a'mosh dere," he begs, and Joe obliges. The second he sinks his teeth into Punk's shoulder, the man goes rigid and he releases between their sore, sweaty bodies. Joe doesn't let go until Punk does. Not until he's limp against him again, and he has to stand up with him balanced on his hip like a baby.
He drags a folding chair out of a corner and kicks it into the shower stall. He sits Punk down, and he's already recovered enough to wrinkle his nose at him like a petulant child.
"You've lost a lot of blood and you're still half in shock from pain. I don't trust you not to slip and kill yourself, old man," Joe sneers, pulling his gear off piece by piece.
He lets the spray hit him straight in the face for a couple seconds before scooting him back. Can't be too soft on him. And his face was filthy anyway. Punk sputters and mumbles some attempt at swearing under his breath. He catches the soapy cloth Joe tosses at him, thankfully able to wash himself at least. He's extremely ginger with his face, wincing every time he has to scrub at his swollen cheek. Joe snorts.
"This is the worst idea you've ever had. I don't think they're gonna be able to repair that one anymore."
Punk shrugs. "Ain' da firsh dime you cosh me a toof."
"Mm. Can you make it to medical on your own?"
Punk cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders. He's stopped shaking, and his eyes are clearer, if tired. He rises to his feet slowly, keeping a hand on the back of the chair. He seems stable enough.
"I 'hink 'm fine."
"Good."
He steps out of the shower, taking the chair with him. Joe takes his place. He looks like a crime scene. Bloodstained in far worse places than Punk was. He hears the door open and close, not even a goodbye. Whatever. He's got more than teeth missing in his head, but it's not Joe's responsibility to chase after and babysit him. Punk wouldn't want him to. He wants the same thing from Joe, every time, win or lose. Punishment.
He'll be back, eventually. He always comes back.
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wrestlingisfake · 4 months
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Alex Shelley vs. Moose - Shelley won the Impact men's world title in June; as of this week it's been rebranded as the TNA men's world title. Moose earned this title shot in September in a "feast or fired" match.
I'm honestly not sure there's any backstory to this match. The promotion basically went dark after December 9, and the weekly TV has been little more than clip shows and hype for the big rebranding from Impact back to TNA.
The match works without much context, though. Shelley was a mainstay with TNA from 2004 to 2012, as one of the young indy-riffic guys stuck in the midcard; since returning in 2020, he's been exalted as a veteran and a symbol of everything great about the promotion's history. Moose started with the company in 2016, a few months before Dixie Carter sold it to Anthem; he's been a mainstay ever since as they've gradually climbed out of a deep hole. In many respects, either of these men would make sense as the standard-bearer in this new era.
I don't see a title change happening here. When Shelley first won the title I figured it was a short-term thing until they could get it back on Josh Alexander, but they've seemed pretty committed to this run. My guess is that Moose is just here to give Shelley a statement win, so he can be standing tall at the end of the show when some hotter name debuts as a more serious contender. I don't know that TNA has anybody major coming in, but they made serious offers for CM Punk and Will Ospreay and didn't get either of them, so they probably spent that money on somebody...
Trinity vs. Jordynne Grace - Trinity is the defending TNA women's world champion. Grace won a "call your shot" battle royale in October to earn this match.
It's been exactly one year since Grace lost the title to Mickie James. When Mickie had to forfeit the belt due to injury, Deonna Purrazzo beat Grace to win the vacant title. Purrazzo then dropped the chammpionship to Trinity in July.
Trinity debuted with Impact/TNA back in April, almost a year after an acrimonious departure from WWE. Nevertheless, there's been a lot of rumblings about her returning to WWE very soon. Whether or not you put any stock in that, it's going to be the elephant in the room for this match.
Of course, even if Trinity is headed for the Royal Rumble in two weeks, that doesn't mean she has to lose this match. She could easily retain here and finish up at tomorrow's TV tapings. Or she could just stay in TNA. Or she could leave, but go to AEW or who-knows-where. But if I had to put money on it, I think the safest bet is on Grace winning the title.
Chris Sabin vs. El Hijo del Vikingo vs. KUSHIDA - This is a three-way bout for Sabin's TNA X division championship. Vikingo's AAA mega title is not at stake.
Originally, the X division was TNA's concept for showcasing smaller, flippier wrestlers without calling them "cruiserweights" or "junior heavyweights." De-emphasizing the weight classes worked out well for bringing in Samoa Joe, but eventually led to dopey storylines where Kevin Nash and Bully Ray wanted the belt because there was no rule that said they couldn't win it. At one point a weight limit was imposed to cut that shit out. Of late there's no sense that you have to be a particular size or work a particular style to be in contention for the X title. This match, though, is clearly about getting back to the tradition of flippy shit.
Sabin, who's been with the promotion for most of its 22 years, has held the X title ten times. Kushida was a six-time junior heavyweight champion in New Japan, but he's through being pigeonholed in that weight class so he's made TNA his new home. Vikingo is one of the flippiest flippy guys I've ever seen, which is saying a lot in an X division match. I'd say Vikingo would make a good titleholder for the new era, but he's signed to AEW and I'm not confident he'll be sticking around. I'm thinking Sabin retains.
Josh Alexander vs. Alex Hammerstone - Hammersone, who looks like Brock Lesnar and Pat McAfee had a baby, just entered free agency after a five-year run in MLW. Josh Alexander hasn't held a title for nearly a year, but at 36 he's clearly the guy you want to build the company around, since most of the other top acts are hitting 40. I assume Josh wins unless TNA thinks they can sign Hammerstone, or at least get him to commit to another match.
Ace Austin & Chris Bey vs. Zachary Wentz & Trey Miguel vs. Mike Bailey & Trent Seven vs. Zack Gibson & James Drake - ABC (Austin & Bey) are defending the TNA men's tag team belts in a four-way. They won the belts from Wentz and Miguel (of the Rascalz). Seven debuted last month to team with Bailey in a winning effort against the Rascalz. The Grizzled Young Veterans (Gibson and Drake) are making their debut with the promotion after a lengthy run in NXT.
This is probably going to be a lot of action, but it probably won't matter how it turns out. No matter who wins, I expect these teams to see a lot of each other in the next couple of months. If I have to pick a winner, I guess I'll go with Gibson and Drake.
Alisha Edwards vs. Dani Luna vs. Gisele Shaw vs. Jody Threat vs. Tasha Steelz vs. Xia Brookside - This is a six-woman "ultimate X" match. The ring will have poles or scaffolding attached to the ring posts, so that two cables can be hung up, criss-crossing about ten feet above the mat. A prize is hung where the cables meet--it could be a briefcase, but it's typically a giant red "X". The first woman to recover the prize wins the match--other than that, there are no rules. The winner will earn a future women's world title match.
The women's division feels a little weak with Mickie James, Deonna Purrazzo, and (perhaps?) Trinity leaving. Masha Slamovich, Killer Kelly, Jessicka Havok, and Courtney Rush aren't booked for this show (so far) and I haven't seen TNA make a big deal out of re-signing any of them (yet). So it's probably time for one or two of the women in this match to step up as a top contender. Luna and Brookside, who came over after the shutdown of NXT UK, probably have the most long-term potential. I wouldn't sleep on Steelz, though.
Anyone could win this, really. It could be someone they're building up for a big push heading into the April PPV, or it could be someone they're just feeding to the champion next week on TV.
Dirty Dango vs. PCO - Dango is the wrestler formerly known as Fandango in WWE, but of late he's reinvented himself as a bitter veteran heel, because heaven knows we don't have enough of those in wrestling. PCO is the wrestler formerly known as Quebecer Pierre in WWE, but a few years back he reinvented himself as a Frankenstein monster, which is a much cooler idea. I'm pretty sure PCO wins, unless he's leaving the promotion soon.
Tommy Dreamer vs. Crazzy Steve - This is scheduled for the pre-show. Dreamer's TNA digital media title is on the line. I think I heard Steve turned on Black Taurus and got more edgelord-y than usual, but I haven't actually seen him in a long time. Dreamer probably still has value as an old-timer wrestler, but not as a champion. I'd give the belt to Steve, but I'm not counting on a title change.
Eric Young & Frankie Kazarian vs. Eddie Edwards & Brian Myers - Another pre-show match. Edwards used to lead the "entitled journeymen" stable Honor No More, and Myers used to be in an "entitled journeymen" tag team with Matt Cardona, and somewhere along the line they just got thrown together to complain about how the promotion doesn't appreciate them enough. EY and Kaz have been in and out of this company for twenty years; I feel like they used to be in a faction together but I don't care enough to look it up. This one could go either way.
Rich Swann vs. Steve Maclin - Still another pre-show match. Both of these guys have been Impact world champions, so I'm not sure what they're doing so far down the card. I'm guessing that only the winner of this match will get a chance to do something about that. I'm thinking Maclin wins.
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shiny-teeth · 8 months
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about:
Jonny / Aperture / Archivist
he/it/rad [rad/rad/rads/radiumself]
19 yrs
mixed (west asian + white)
design major + digital artist
transmasc lesbian
did + schizo, audhd
hEDS, RA, and just generally achy everywhere
punk + anarchist
nonhuman
what i post about:
my interests [BNHA, TMA, SCP, fallout, half-life, chemistry+physics+astronomy, medicine, criminal minds*, horror content, ghost hunting, weapons, anything that has to do with radiation, mad science stuff]
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personal stuff from my life
mental illness things
please tag if we interact often:
any and all forms of child abuse, attempted murder, screaming/jumpscares, stalking, government surveillance, paranoia-inducing content, cancer/death(!!!)
BYF:
sometimes i vent about personal stuff on this account, even though i have a specific account for that. i try to tag it when i can but if i miss anything please lmk!!
sometimes i disappear off tumblr. i just forget it exists
please don't make fun of me if what i send/post doesn't make sense or is structured weirdly!!
i do not and will not tag my interests, if you don't want to see it - don't follow me^^
anything and everything i post that is tagged "digital art" is art i personally made. i am explicitly against ai art.
DNI:
basic criteria, T/E/R/F/S, anti-ukraine, proship, younger than 14, older than 49 unless i follow first
*yes i know that the things i need tagged are everywhere in the show. idk why it doesn't trigger me in the context of CM it just doesn't
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whorehausen · 2 years
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8. touch me again and I break your hands, mjf/cm punk
Okay, so this is a follow-on from this prompt from @ohnoitsthebat I warned all y'all not to let me near this ship. This is your final warning before things get really out of hand. 18+ nsfw content below. Smut warning.
Punk is about to turn in. His hour was almost up and he was starting to get disappointed that he wasn’t coming. He'd gotten changed into some shorts and then the knock at his hotel door came. Loud and demanding just like he knows the brat’s going to be.
“5 minutes to go I almost didn’t answer” Punk smirks at he opens the door standing back to let Max in.
“Fuck you, I’m not here for that” he growls at him as he steps into the room anyway.
“Oh yeah, then why are you here?” Punk asks him knowingly letting the hotel door swing closed behind them both.
“To tell you to never dare touch me like that again” he growls at him. “Touch me again and I break your hands” he huffs but Punk knows better.
“And you came here to tell me that all on your own – without any of your back up or witnesses? No Wardlow, No FTR, No Shawn?” Punk rhymes out with a smirk and Max flushes red.
“I don’t need them to do everything” Max huffs at him and punk steps into his space again
“God, I really hope not.” Punk smirks down at him and he shouldn’t take pleasure in the fact Max has to tilt his head up to look at him when they are this close but he does. It’s a petty fact but so is punk. Besides, this kids been looking up to him since he was in diapers.
Max tilts his head a little more and his breath hitches mouth parting just enough so he can lick his own lips and Punk’s becoming kind of obsessed with watching his pupils dilate whenever he gets this close to him. He can tell he’s waiting. Waiting for punk to make the next move but he’s not going to.
“Do something” Max whispers up at him finally and Punk smirks and shakes his head.
“You told me not to touch you. Threatened me and everything” Punk teases. “If you want something. You are going to need to learn how to ask for it”
Max looks outraged, furious even, like Punk’s just asked him to do something utterly demeaning and below him. “Fuck you.” He growls out at him again and Punk laughs.
“Is that what you want, kid?” Punk asks him tilting his head at him. Max doesn’t answer just growls and leans up to kiss punk again, trying to distract him and make him fuck him like he clearly wants. Wraps his arms around his neck and pushes himself flush against him.
Punk grips at his sides and pulls away smirking at the little frustrated whine that leaves him. “I asked you a question Max.”
“No! I want you to fuck me!” He finally grits out face flushing from arousal and embarrassment at being forced to admit it.
“Not even a please?” Punk teases but he starts kissing along his stumbled jaw and lets his hands slide up his suit jacket and sliding it from his shoulders.
“Fuck offff!” he whines, “God, why do you have to be so annoying and so fucking hot”
“A gift and a curse. You should know. Most annoying person I’ve ever met” Punk laughs as he nips at his jaw. Fingers making quick work of his shirt buttons and growling at the undershirt. “God, why so many fucking layers?”
“Have you ever met yourself?” Max manages to hiss back, “Because I was raised properly unlike you! Only reason most people don’t wear the proper amount of layers is because they can’t afford to buy them all” But Punk’s stopped listening to him. Got his stupid undershirt off and is kissing down his chest and unbuckling his pants as he goes.
“Turn around” he demands at him when his knees his the soft carpet underneath hands already turning him at the hips. Pulls his briefs and his dress pants down to his ankles and doesn’t say anything else once he’s finally got his hands on that glorious ass in front of him. Uses his hands to knead his cheeks before spreading him apart enough so he can tongue at his puckered hole. “I knew you’d moan pretty Maxwell” Punk smirks.
“Knew you’d be a smug asshole he entire time” He growls back at him head turned and cheek pressed into the shitty textured hotel wallpaper as he moans and whimpers trying (and failing) to not push back into punks mouth and fingers once he starts to open him up. Max feels like Punks pulling on a lose thread that’s holding him together with every stroke of his tongue.
Punk manages to open the zipper on his bag without moving to far. Pulls out a half used tube of lube and smirks as he lubes up his fingers and opens Maxwell up further on them once spit isn’t enough. Once he knows he’s ready Punk stands up behind him again, old knee thanking him for moving finally. Kisses his way up his spine and uses the lube on his fingers to slick up his cock before he’s pulling Max’s hips back from the wall and lining up with him. Got him braced against the wall with his hands, feet spread apart and fuck he looks good like this.
“Wait – like this?” Max asks over his shoulder just as punk slides into him, pushing all the way to the hilt in one go pulling the most gorgeous moan from Max as his head tips back.
“Just like this. If you wanted spread out on the nice comfortable bed then you should have asked for it. Gotta learn to use your words Maxwell” Punk smirks against the side of his head.
“Oh, fuck you – oohhh!” Max tries to argue back but Punk doesn’t give him the chance to. Just starts fucking into him, enjoying making him speechless and how good Max feels wrapped around him. “Fuck! I-Is that as fast as you can go old man?” Max baits him but Punk’s not to proud to admit he bites this time. Slides a hand into his hair causing his back to arch further and fucks into him with everything he’s got.
“Was going easy on you! Wouldn’t want to hurt the precious princess now would I?” Punk growls but he can see how Max’s eyes are rolling into the back of his head.
“Fuckkk there! Right there, don’t you dare stop” Max sobs out and Punk isn’t about to argue with him just keeps fucking into the tight wet heat aiming up on every thrust to hit that bundle of nerves that keeps him screaming.
Punk’s got the sense to wrap his free hand around his cock when he starts to feel himself getting close.
“O-Oh fuck please don’t stop!” Max’s voice higher than it usually is and he’s squeezing around his length on every stroke of his cock. Punk doesn’t miss the way he’s begging now verus demanding when he started.
“Gonna come for me Princess?” Punk smirks against his ear, tugging on his hair.
“Y-Yes! F-Fuck, I’m so close punk, pleaseee!”
“Come for me. Fuck, come for me and milk my damn cock!” Punk begs him his own voice strained because he’s barely holding back.
Max mercifully comes first, back arching even more obscenely and spills over punks hand onto the wall in front of him with a wail that Punk is never going to forget. Punk slams into him seconds later, biting his shoulder to muffle his own moans and comes hard. Little stars dotting behind his eyes and his ties curling into the carpet below him.
Lets them both come down before he’s pulling out of him and tucking himself back into his shorts. Leans down and see’s his own hole trickle down max’s thighs and pulls up his boxers and dress pants again, leaving them lose on his hips but uses his hand to cup his ass and feels the come trickle through making a wet patch on the tan coloured pants. Turns him and gives him one more kiss before he smirks “Cool. See you at work.” Watching Max’s eyes grow wide and he turns to look at the bed again and punk shakes his head.
“Didn’t ask to stay over either. I fucked you just like you asked for” And yeah, he remembers now why everyone says he’s an asshole. But so is Max so maybe they where made for each other.
“What if I ask now you’ve ruined a very expensive pair of pants? I can’t walk down the hall with them all wet” he whimpers eyes following punk as he makes his way to bed in nothing but his shorts.
“I would but then you might start to think you can get away with anything with me” Punk laughs over at him and Max huffs.
“I knew coming here was a mistake you are an insufferable asshole” and punk just looks so smug stretched out on the bed as Max grabs at the rest of his clothes to get ready. Punk takes pity on him. A sure-fire sign he’s getting old.
“Fine. You can stay. But you owe me a blow job in the morning” he smirks and Max stops redressing once his undershirt is on.
“I’ll blow you but breakfast is on you” he huffs but theres a small smile on his face as he peals back out of his dress pants and shoes and crawls into bed with his tank and boxers on.
“Now your pushing it” Punk tells him turning the light off.
“Your only saying that because you haven’t had my blowjob yet. Buy me a damn car in the morning, trust me” Max’s usual self-confidence coming back to him and Punk already regrets making him stay. “Did I only have an hour to come over because you’d have been asleep by then?” Max asks “Y’know cause your old?”
“If you don’t let me get to sleep I will throw your ass out” Punk groans but wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him in against him so he’s the big spoon.
“So that’s a yes then?” he smirks and Punk nips his exposed shoulder again making him squirm.
“Goodnight, Princess” he dismisses him.
“Goodnight, old man”
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city-tickles · 1 year
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Saw another person mention wrestling videos involving tickling and wanted to know if you have any vids of that but with males?
Hi!
I mentioned this before and but I am not always going to have a male version of a video. It sucks but I don’t have nearly as much male content, it’s harder for me to find and sometimes it’s just not there. I understand wanting to see it and wish it was readily available, but it can be a little stressful to look for a male equivalent or vice versa if I post a video that doesn’t feature the gender. Especially if I edited a video together already or if it’s in the tags.
For wrestling, it’s still not specified what wrestling was wanted exactly lol. So I pulled all the links I have with male wrestlers in it from the mainstream stuff and a couple of amateur things. I was going to make a comp but tumblr is being a huge pain. For future stuff? There was an MMA tapout series for men that TA did, but I don’t have any of those. I have some women wrestling men videos but they’re not very good. I can look through them again and post one if I find a decent one. Hope you enjoy any of these. I think they’re fun.
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wrestlezon · 1 year
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(hell yeah. heres a whole post blogging about my blog. i hope you like introspective words. if not... then definitely dont click that readmore)
I posted 3,572 times in 2022
That's 3,572 more posts than 2021!
(well... a respectable amount... for this being the first year of Blog Existing)
370 posts created (10%)
3,202 posts reblogged (90%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
pepsitwist
dogcollarpunk
hoodyhoo
allelitewrestlings
(3 people with the best tastes on the site and a fantastic sourced aew content blog. hell yea ofc these were my most reblogged blogs)
I tagged 3,533 of my posts in 2022
Only 1% of my posts had no tags
(oh no. where are they. where are these 40 untagged posts?? how could i leave them BARREN... NO... THEYRE LOST... OUT IN THE COLD...)
#chuck taylor - 576 posts
#orange cassidy - 570 posts
#cm punk - 500 posts
#fanart - 406 posts
#p - 291 posts
#trent beretta - 229 posts
#talkzon - 221 posts
#mjf - 220 posts
#jon moxley - 201 posts
#eddie kingston - 198 posts
(ah yes my top 3 favorite wrestlers. chuck, orange, cm punk. of course. LMAO. funnily enough the pipeline for me was in that exact reverse order... punk vs eddie got me watching the show, then i saw an orange match and was like hey thats fun and cool, then i was like hold up... whos that weird-cute guy who hangs out with him sometimes... and now here i am. with incurable chuck taylor brain worms.)
(ok. actually the story is a bit more ironic than that but if i get too openly genuine on here i'll break out in hives sooooo moving on)
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#excalibur said something last friday along the lines of ''hes not willing to team up with danhausen yet'' which made me laugh out loud. ''ye
(my tag got cut off... i think this is before xkit rewritten added the ''tag too long'' alert for the quicktags thing. i dont even remember what the rest of it was supposed to be... this was on a gifset of the hook birthday chips incident)
My Top Posts in 2022:
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thank you aew broadcast team for the instant replay alternate angle on wardlow's very cool pin
295 notes - Posted July 13, 2022
(...i liked wardlow better when he was a vaguely amoral henchman guy but i can appreciate A Very Cool Pin)
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"One word to describe me? GAY"
295 notes - Posted October 17, 2022
(the people need to know. they need to know max caster is an entertaining and somewhat unhinged weirdo)
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listen. look. i need you to understand. look at this.
SLOUCHED. HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK. HEAD BENT DOWN. cm punk spends most of his promo at this point AVOIDING EYE CONTACT. he never even holds the goddamn mic!!! punk is posturing SO hard to appear as a small harmless creature. so much smaller than hangman.
which he factually ISNT. i mean, look at how he looks when he stands up straight, when he isn't trying to put on an appearance.
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325 notes - Posted May 26, 2022
(oh noooo lmaoooo not my overly excited cm punk theory-effortpost... embarrassing...... even more embarrassing in hindsight... u_u "wow theyre doing such a good job of working together to tell this fictional story of conflict and antagonism! such acting! such subtlety! wait. what. no. are you guys mad for real. what the")
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how im feeling about that upcoming dog collar match
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(honestly the most shocking part of this was seeing people out in the wild think this was where the sickos meme came from? which doesnt even make sense chronologically?? sickos has been around forever!!! and the original comic is so good. i am not deserving of kartoonist kelly's onion comic clout i am just a wrestle blog)
(also. i have to say. getting into wrestling right as the cmjf feud started was such a mistake... it set the bar too high... wrestling is not normally Like That... ;~;)
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aaronpullinteeth · 2 years
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So, this is an image that has been circulating round at the moment. It's a screenshot from the moment Cole gave his "Sasha and Naomi let you all down" speech.
Take a moment to look at it. WWE has created such an environment for it's talent that most fall into one of two camps. Blind compliance or fear.
Let's look at Cole. Reading off a speech obviously fed to him by someone higher up, maybe even Vince himself. He has 0 emotion in it. He's become Vince's on air mouthpiece and he's content with that. Doesn't argue. Just "yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir"
Now let's look at Pat. Obviously very uncomfortable with this. But this is a dream job for him. The boss likes him. But he clearly doesn't agree however he's way too scared to say anything out of fear.
Sasha and Naomi stood up for themselves and look what's happening. Suspended, possibly soon to be fired, merch taken down, removed from show intros. Basically WWE are making it hard as possible for them to make money. Being punished for daring to stand up for themselves.
It's not the first time it's happened. CM Punk was punished for similar. Fired on his wedding day (and we know that's legit). But it's happened to a few: Buff Bagwell, Gail Kim, Bret Hart, Road Dogg, Billy Gunn, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Lita, John Morrison, even Stone Cold Steve Austin. They weren't happy, voiced their opinions, walked out and were vilified or punished on air for it.
That's a scary environment to be in.
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swervestrickland · 2 years
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I don’t even think the audience turned on Hangman, Cm Punk was just the favorite.
I'm with you, nonnie. I agree very much.
See, there are usually two reasons to put the title on an older name in wrestling, at least in my very little experience: 1) to legitimize a title, and 2) to give a wrestler one last shot at glory.
The first reason was the first mark against AEW: putting the title on Chris Jericho. A lot of us thought, why?? Why do that?? When Hangman Page was Right There? An indie bullet club guy? He's perfect. Why put the title on an older wrestler like Chris Jericho, when we've given WWE shit for it for years about the same concept? Well, sometimes you need a big name to legitimize your title, in a world where you're just a small baby trying to fight against the titan of the industry. You put the title on a man who will begin a reign of terror on a young division expertly, with so much credibility behind his name, so that when one of them steps up, another great wrestler who was deserving of so much more than he was given, the crowd will be 100% behind him.
The second reason, I think, is more bittersweet.
Now, I don't know many details about his story, because I wasn't there to witness it. But I want you to imagine a guy who created waves in professional wrestling. A guy who had all the skills - charisma, in-ring storytelling and physical talent - but was unable to enjoy almost any of it, any of his accomplishments because there was just too much bad that went along with that good. Imagine his mind not being able to handle it all - the backstage politics, the hostile looks from upper management and half of your locker room or more siding against you because they're content with less. I want you to imagine that guy leaving professional wrestling forever, at the height of his prime, for seven years. I want you to imagine him watching his beloved sport from the sidelines, observing some of the greatest highs and the greatest lows with every nerve ending in his body pleading with him to be back in that squared circle.
I want you to imagine him being given the opportunity to come back, be given another shot at glory, without most (I won't say all) of the baggage that used to come with a shot like that. Imagine being welcomed back into open arms like an old friend, like a prodigal son, so beloved that people never stopped chanting his name for seven. fucking. years. And now, he has his chance for one last ride. But this one, this is the one that's going to matter. Because he'll actually have the wisdom to appreciate it not just at its end, but during the journey of it all.
Because sometimes, you have to give that last opportunity to a person who gave their everything for something they love. I know we often forget this, in society, but the more seasoned of us deserve every last ounce of respect we can give them. And they deserve it. Whether they were loved or unloved. Because we're all gonna die one day we won't be able to take anything with us but the knowledge of how we were treated, and how we treated others. Respect, above all, is most important.
And I know I'm making Punk sound like he's old as hell or something, but let's be real. You don't go out looking amazing in the wrestling industry at 60 very often, nor do you often get the chance. I think right now, is the perfect time for him to take his victory lap.
And honestly? I don't think there was a better man to take that title from.
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AEW was hitting a million viewers before Punk came in and has dropped even with him there, not saying it’s his fault. I’m just saying he’s not this huge draw everyone wants him to be. Rather ratings are up and down have nothing to do with CM Punk in my opinion. People simply tune in because they care about wrestling or they tune out because it’s boring.
Basically. CM Punk just isn’t t he draw people want him to be. Aew was doing better when they were making interesting content as opposed to relying on big names 
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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years
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MATCHUP FOR:
@tolkien-fantasy
Hey, could I please get a Stranger Things matchup? Eddie Munson has consumed my entire life and I need content lol
I'm 19 years old, bisexual and on the Autism spectrum with ADHD. I'm studying to become a TV and Cartoon writer but I'm applying to D&D stores in the meantime (very on brand). I'm really smart but can get nervous easily, but once I get comfortable I'm super excitable and open. I might seem shy at first but play Dungeons & Dragons or talk about shared interests with me and I totally come out of my shell and am super hyperactive. I try to be nice to everyone but I draw the line when I need to. I'm good at giving advice but have no self-preservation skills whatsoever - high wisdom, low intelligence stats. I compulsively research anything that interests me and am very good at making funny comments too.
I'm really short, like 4' 11" (149 cm) kinda short. I'd only come up to a regular person's shoulder at best. I have wild wavy brown hair, glasses, and am slender and actually pretty toned - you can see my abs really well. I'm currently wearing an AC/DC crop top (aka a tshirt that I cut into a crop top lmao)
From Stranger Things I Ship You With:
Chrissy Cunningham
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Ship dynamic:
She Was A Punk x She Did Ballet™
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«Sweet mother I cannot weave, Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.»
I have so many thoughts about this.
You definitely crushed on Chrissy at some point in middle school/freshman year. She's easy to crush on, but it was completely bearable.
When Chrissy crushes on you tho— DAMN is it hard for her lmao. And she doesn't even know she's crushing because by GOD she's as straight as an arrow in every sense. Right?
And you're not. You're messy and fun and cool, but not in the way Jason's cool— you're nerdy cool. That makes Chrissy feel... tingly.
She sees you sitting on the opposite side of her English class and wishes she could be a bit more like you. Or at least be closer to you.
Chrissy definitely does NOT approach you. She'll go under cardiac arrest for so many reasons. She doesn't particularly agree with the highschool hierarchy bullshit, but it's all she knows and she can't just lose that.
So she just observes you in the cafeteria, and wonders if your friends are aware of how lucky they are to have someone like you.
Now, let me draw the paired-up-in-class card for you two because I am so going with this trope.
She may be the Queen of Hawkins High, but Chrissy's not a straight A's girl by any means, so when you're matched together for a project, she feels super insecure because oh my god you're super smart and she doesn't want you to think she's stupid.
You're super nice to her and that throws her off at first because yeah, she knows you're the sweetest, but she wasn't expecting someone like YOU to be nice to someone like HER.
You're hella shy at first, but Chrissy's surprisingly easy to talk to, so when she looks at you with attentive blue eyes and an open smile, you just... Loosen up immediately.
And so a casual friendship blooms.
It takes her a hot second to get used to your antics because you're so random and she loves it.
You giving Chrissy dating advice before you get together while being completely oblivious at the fact that she wants to date you.
Chrissy dolling up whenever she knows you're going to see her.
Headcanonning Eddie Munson as your best friend because it's the natural course of action, like, we were going to end up here.
Okay so, you really like Chrissy Cunningham now. Shocker. She's not only fucking stunning, but also thoughtful, sweet and has a lovely laugh.
You're pretty sure she likes Eddie when she starts to make some... Interesting fashion choices.
Like wearing an AC/DC shirt to class. Ballsy.
Eddie smacks some sense into you because it's pretty fucking obvious that Chrissy gets giddy whenever you talk to her.
You helped her through her ED even before getting together. She just Trusts you enough to tell you, and you prove to her she did the right thing by sharing that information with you.
Headcanonning an unlikely yet close friendship between Robin and Chrissy AFTER SHE SURVIVES VECNA BECAUSE SHE'S NOT DYING.
Btw you so are the happy memory that keeps her safe from Vecna.
Chrissy isn't stupid, she Knows™ about Robin, so one night she confesses to our lesbian queen that she might like girls too. Well more like one girl.
Cue Robin and Eddie plotting to get you to date each other because it's painful to watch you two interact.
Chrissy kisses you first.
It's after her first D&D session because you talk about the game so excitedly that she finally agreed to play and so the geekification of Chrissy Cunningham started.
She's so awkward about it at first because she doesn't how to approach the situation (the situation being... your height) but she's a quick learner.
Chrissy braids your hair and puts flowers in it. I don't make the rules.
You're her comfort person. Cue Chrissy grasping onto your hans whenever she's about to break. Also she definitely asks you to make up stories to tell her when you two are about to go to sleep.
She's the self-preservation instinct you don't have.
The Head Cheerleader goes rogue while dating you, because you teach her she can be nice AND have boundaries and that's cathartic.
You take Chrissy into your house too many nights because rebelling against her mother doesn't always have a good outcome.
Chrissy's mother tried to get you out of the house with a crucifix at least once. Bonus points if you pretend to be possessed. I don't even know what reason to give you, I just know it happened.
Everyone in the gang is very supportive and protective of you two. Eddie gave you the nickname of the hobbit couple, and you hate him deeply for that, because now whenever y'all need codenames, that's automatically yours.
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