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[gulpmeowth]

got another little piece that kinda ends like that last one…might just create a mini-series of david being a menace to the reader.

[gulpmeowth]

Hiii you’re single handily feeding me w the von erich fics could you write literally anything abt David ive read everything online

Yolk Drop (David v. Erich)

“Whatcha think we ought to call this thing?”

David sat at the kitchen table, newspaper laid out as he read over the piling words. He quirked a brow at your question, his attention tearing away from the black ink and onto your form.

“Thing?” He repeated, slightly amused. “I thought we agreed on yolk drop?”

You looked back at him, spatula in hand as the eggs cooked in the pan. With a small wince, you confessed, “..I don’t wanna call the baby yolk drop, Dave.”

“Yolk drop is a good name!” David’s quick to protest, before grumbling, “you told me it was good name.”

Turning back to the stove, you fixed his plate and wobbled to the fridge. David went back to reading, but his mind was now on the baby. He glanced your way as you came over, his eyes on the bump. He moved the paper so you could set his breakfast in front of him, and he nearly groaned at the aroma.

As you returned to the stove, he took his fork and pierced the soft egg. “So…what’re we callin’ ‘em, then?”

You shrugged, the thought also on your mind. David watched you as you got your own plate, and came to the table with a glass of milk.

“I dunno…I want a real name,” you admitted. “None of this…yolk drop-soup nonsense.”

“Soup—“ David nearly choked. “You said you liked that one, too.”

“David, it’s weird.”

“It’s unique,” he argued, but his voice held no bite. “Besides, that’s what they are right now.”

You opened your mouth to retaliate, but only a yelp sounded when he pulled your chair in. He wanted you close, where he could drape his arm over the back of the dining chair and keep a hand on you.

His large palm found your shoulder, his fingers brushing over your soft shirt as the other took his glass to drink from.

It was quiet, the two of you wanted to fill your appetite before continuing the back and forth.

“..Y’know, it’s even worse considerin’ you slammed down those six eggs,” you broke the quiet atmosphere. Your own fork moved in your hand as he snorted.

“It was fun,” he let out an amused huff.

“The eggs?”

“The name, baby,” David groaned. You always took the opportunity to tease him.

You feigned innocence, “oh, right…”

David slowly looked your way. He scooped a bit of leftover yolk onto his fork and was quick to shove it in his mouth. Being intentionally messy, he then leaned in to press a wet, sticky kiss into your cheek.

“Dave—!”

David laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He moved back in, trying to press his lips into your skin. Although you fought a hard battle, it was hard to get away from him.

“C’mere, baby..”

”David!”

(a/n: for all my david truthers out there. thank you for the request! as always if you got any ideas for me don’t hesitate to send ‘em in :))

[gulpmeowth]

I’m living for your von erich imagines especially the david ones

thank you!! i’m glad you enjoy them :)

[gulpmeowth]

forgot to mention this is 1/2 😛

Restraint (David v. Erich)

The wind was getting out of control when David stepped out. There was a small crowd by the back door of the Sportatorium, the usual ring rats desperate to get their hands on him and his brothers. Their squeals pierced his ears and he nearly winced at the sight of their nails. He'd taken more than enough scratches and tugs for the night, the memory of being in the ring rooted deep in his mind.

Yet he found himself not so worried, his gaze skimming past the crowd and into the parking lot. It wasn't until he looked to the left did he see a familiar figure in the corner. He placed his hands on Kerry and Kevin—who'd been in front of him, and gave their shoulders a good shake. As his brothers began their rounds, signing what photos and posters were thrown their way, he made his escape.

"There you are!" David calls when he was close enough, his strides long as he came to you. He felt a warmth spread within him, the cool air no match against his racing heart. It was different from the heat he felt when he entered the ring, when the crowd chanted his name and the thick smoke masked their faces. Joy seared through his body at the thought of you coming to watch him wrestle.

His smile was the first thing you noticed. His blue eyes shone despite the exhaustion that rattled deep through his core. The sight undoubtedly made you feel funny, your heart on the brink of melting. But your mind knew better than to call it what it was.

David shrugged off his jacket and you opened your mouth to protest, but all that came out was a sigh. As he drapes it over your shoulders you can only offer a small smile in return.

"Thank you," you murmur, your arms unfolding to tug on his jacket.

“Don't thank me, sweetheart. You’re shiverin’ like a leaf.” He comments, his hands awkwardly coming to his hips. For a moment, it looked as if he wanted to put his hands on your arms.

“I know,” you sigh again, savoring the warmth that his jacket provided. It was his, the warmth that radiated from him surrounding you. “I didn’t think it’d get so—“

A squeal pierced your ears, silencing you momentarily. From the corner of your eye you see David cringe. He doesn’t try and locate where it came from, not wanting to take away from what time he had with you. In truth, he wanted to keep you around for as long as possible. Maybe then he could get over the self doubts that latched onto him when he thought about you. Maybe then, he’d be the tough knuckle everyone saw him as.

“They’re real rowdy tonight, ain’t they?” David grins at you, trying to salvage whatever it was going in between you. It felt so fragile, and David did everything he could to keep it afloat. His mind is quick to think, his mouth faster to spill. “Since you’re, y’know, cold an’ all…why don’t you come inside?”

“Inside the arena?” You ask, looking to the back door. There were still a handful of fans around, some looking your way. Christ, that made you nervous.

“Jus’ for awhile,” David swallows, reaching behind to scratch the back of his neck. “My pop jus' gave me my own office. It’s real great, very spacious, an’…awh, c’mon, I’ll show you.”

Without another word, David wraps his arm around your shoulders and takes you to the back door. Every step makes him more nervous no matter how hard his expression may be. It was the effect you had on him.

By the grace of God, you slip through without much hassle. It’s completely empty as you weave through the halls—but you can’t focus on any of it. You’re stuck on how his arm feels over you, how the warmth shielded you as his jacket had. It makes your face burn, and briefly, you wonder how his hands would feel holding your scorching skin.

The thought of his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, his gigantic palms holding your face as he tried to mindlessly rub the blush away. You had to force it away, your dreams fragile and hope nearly nonexistent. No matter how much you wanted him, there was no guarantee on his part.

Luckily for you, it comes to an abrupt end when he stills. David pulls off of you to dig into his pocket. Taking his office key, he slips it into the lock and twists it open. He flips the switch, revealing a large office with an even larger desk. It was fairly generic—a telephone here, a lamp there. There were two large windows, one behind the desk and another to its left.

It’s the bouquet of yellow roses that catches your eye. Walking in, you set your purse on the guest chair and gravitate to the arrangement. David’s right behind you, his eyes glued to your back as he follows.

“You get these today?” You ask softly, your hands coming to the tall vase. Although the roses stood out the most, the foliage was just as beautiful.

A moment passed. Then another. You look over your shoulder, thinking David left you there with how quiet it was—just to see him so close, his gaze solely on you. His hands are back on his hips, a dopey smile on his face.

“Yeah,” he responds, before snapping out of it. “Yeah, I get ‘em once a week. Order ‘em every Wednesday."

You nod along, deciding to ignore that you’d caught him. Your touch is feather light as your fingertips brushed against the petals, “they’re real pretty."

“You think so?” David’s asks rhetorically, finding himself reaching past you to take one. It's entirely quiet as he picks out the fullest rose, the bloom only serving as your internal reflection. He extends it towards you, and you lean in to smell the floral scent. It's aroma is just as wonderful as it looked.

A laugh erupts from him, making you look up, “Oh, sweetheart, I’m givin’ it to you.”

Your face pales, your body frozen as you calculated how to play it off. You were always cautious around him, afraid to make a fool of yourself or get too comfortable.

It’s fruitless, his chuckle ringing in your ears and making your heart swell. It was a sound that paralyzed you, captured you.

“Oh,” was all you could utter. Awkwardly you take the yellow rose from in between his fingers. You nod to him, praying to God above your voice doesn’t give out, “thank you.”

“No problem,” David chuckles again, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. He looks mighty pleased with himself. Finally, Thank the Lord above, he has the courage to speak what was on his mind. "So...you got any plans on the weekend?"

Your gaze had been on the rose, too shy to look him in the eye. But you do it anyway. It couldn't get any worse, you told yourself.

"I should be free," you reply, idly twisting the stem between your fingers. Your careful not to squeeze too hard.

"Good." David feels it again, the sudden pressure of doubt creeping on him. His mind picks at his heart, and his hands suddenly felt too still. He reaches up, adjusting his cowboy hat, using those brief moments to get himself together. "My family's havin' a barbecue on Saturday an' I was wonderin' if you'd come by. You came last time an’...an’ my ma really liked you. Figured you'd come back."

"Your momma invited me?" Was all you could sputter, your brows shooting up. The thought alone sounded serious. Promising.

"Huh? No—no,” David's quick before realizing how that sounded. He keeps his voice calm, "no, sweetheart, I want you there. I'm invitin' you."

"So your momma doesn't know?"

David opened his mouth, and he found himself letting out a tired laugh. He knew he should've been upfront, but he didn't know how to close his damn mouth when he was nervous.

"She knows," he assured you, moving to take your arms. David couldn't stop himself even if he tried, and he rubbed your arms through his leather jacket. "I suggested it an' it made her happy. So...do me the favor. Stop by."

He watched you, his hands moving on their own as he tried to figure out what you were thinking. But he was no mind reader, and your silence quickly began to drive him up a hill.

"C'mon," David urged, quieter than before. "My pop's ribs are real good.”

You break into a small smile, giving him a huff in amusement. It was a good distraction from your racing thoughts. “Really, now?”

"Sure." David's lips curled up, "Best I’ve ever had.”

"You had me at makin' your momma happy," you admitted.

David’s grin broke into a wide smile. He was going to make this a good get together, he needed to. For the both of you.

“Atta girl.”

(a/n: what’s up, guys)

[gulpmeowth]

Restraint (David v. Erich)

The wind was getting out of control when David stepped out. There was a small crowd by the back door of the Sportatorium, the usual ring rats desperate to get their hands on him and his brothers. Their squeals pierced his ears and he nearly winced at the sight of their nails. He'd taken more than enough scratches and tugs for the night, the memory of being in the ring rooted deep in his mind.

Yet he found himself not so worried, his gaze skimming past the crowd and into the parking lot. It wasn't until he looked to the left did he see a familiar figure in the corner. He placed his hands on Kerry and Kevin—who'd been in front of him, and gave their shoulders a good shake. As his brothers began their rounds, signing what photos and posters were thrown their way, he made his escape.

"There you are!" David calls when he was close enough, his strides long as he came to you. He felt a warmth spread within him, the cool air no match against his racing heart. It was different from the heat he felt when he entered the ring, when the crowd chanted his name and the thick smoke masked their faces. Joy seared through his body at the thought of you coming to watch him wrestle.

His smile was the first thing you noticed. His blue eyes shone despite the exhaustion that rattled deep through his core. The sight undoubtedly made you feel funny, your heart on the brink of melting. But your mind knew better than to call it what it was.

David shrugged off his jacket and you opened your mouth to protest, but all that came out was a sigh. As he drapes it over your shoulders you can only offer a small smile in return.

"Thank you," you murmur, your arms unfolding to tug on his jacket.

“Don't thank me, sweetheart. You’re shiverin’ like a leaf.” He comments, his hands awkwardly coming to his hips. For a moment, it looked as if he wanted to put his hands on your arms.

“I know,” you sigh again, savoring the warmth that his jacket provided. It was his, the warmth that radiated from him surrounding you. “I didn’t think it’d get so—“

A squeal pierced your ears, silencing you momentarily. From the corner of your eye you see David cringe. He doesn’t try and locate where it came from, not wanting to take away from what time he had with you. In truth, he wanted to keep you around for as long as possible. Maybe then he could get over the self doubts that latched onto him when he thought about you. Maybe then, he’d be the tough knuckle everyone saw him as.

“They’re real rowdy tonight, ain’t they?” David grins at you, trying to salvage whatever it was going in between you. It felt so fragile, and David did everything he could to keep it afloat. His mind is quick to think, his mouth faster to spill. “Since you’re, y’know, cold an’ all…why don’t you come inside?”

“Inside the arena?” You ask, looking to the back door. There were still a handful of fans around, some looking your way. Christ, that made you nervous.

“Jus’ for awhile,” David swallows, reaching behind to scratch the back of his neck. “My pop jus' gave me my own office. It’s real great, very spacious, an’…awh, c’mon, I’ll show you.”

Without another word, David wraps his arm around your shoulders and takes you to the back door. Every step makes him more nervous no matter how hard his expression may be. It was the effect you had on him.

By the grace of God, you slip through without much hassle. It’s completely empty as you weave through the halls—but you can’t focus on any of it. You’re stuck on how his arm feels over you, how the warmth shielded you as his jacket had. It makes your face burn, and briefly, you wonder how his hands would feel holding your scorching skin.

The thought of his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, his gigantic palms holding your face as he tried to mindlessly rub the blush away. You had to force it away, your dreams fragile and hope nearly nonexistent. No matter how much you wanted him, there was no guarantee on his part.

Luckily for you, it comes to an abrupt end when he stills. David pulls off of you to dig into his pocket. Taking his office key, he slips it into the lock and twists it open. He flips the switch, revealing a large office with an even larger desk. It was fairly generic—a telephone here, a lamp there. There were two large windows, one behind the desk and another to its left.

It’s the bouquet of yellow roses that catches your eye. Walking in, you set your purse on the guest chair and gravitate to the arrangement. David’s right behind you, his eyes glued to your back as he follows.

“You get these today?” You ask softly, your hands coming to the tall vase. Although the roses stood out the most, the foliage was just as beautiful.

A moment passed. Then another. You look over your shoulder, thinking David left you there with how quiet it was—just to see him so close, his gaze solely on you. His hands are back on his hips, a dopey smile on his face.

“Yeah,” he responds, before snapping out of it. “Yeah, I get ‘em once a week. Order ‘em every Wednesday."

You nod along, deciding to ignore that you’d caught him. Your touch is feather light as your fingertips brushed against the petals, “they’re real pretty."

“You think so?” David’s asks rhetorically, finding himself reaching past you to take one. It's entirely quiet as he picks out the fullest rose, the bloom only serving as your internal reflection. He extends it towards you, and you lean in to smell the floral scent. It's aroma is just as wonderful as it looked.

A laugh erupts from him, making you look up, “Oh, sweetheart, I’m givin’ it to you.”

Your face pales, your body frozen as you calculated how to play it off. You were always cautious around him, afraid to make a fool of yourself or get too comfortable.

It’s fruitless, his chuckle ringing in your ears and making your heart swell. It was a sound that paralyzed you, captured you.

“Oh,” was all you could utter. Awkwardly you take the yellow rose from in between his fingers. You nod to him, praying to God above your voice doesn’t give out, “thank you.”

“No problem,” David chuckles again, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. He looks mighty pleased with himself. Finally, Thank the Lord above, he has the courage to speak what was on his mind. "So...you got any plans on the weekend?"

Your gaze had been on the rose, too shy to look him in the eye. But you do it anyway. It couldn't get any worse, you told yourself.

"I should be free," you reply, idly twisting the stem between your fingers. Your careful not to squeeze too hard.

"Good." David feels it again, the sudden pressure of doubt creeping on him. His mind picks at his heart, and his hands suddenly felt too still. He reaches up, adjusting his cowboy hat, using those brief moments to get himself together. "My family's havin' a barbecue on Saturday an' I was wonderin' if you'd come by. You came last time an’...an’ my ma really liked you. Figured you'd come back."

"Your momma invited me?" Was all you could sputter, your brows shooting up. The thought alone sounded serious. Promising.

"Huh? No—no,” David's quick before realizing how that sounded. He keeps his voice calm, "no, sweetheart, I want you there. I'm invitin' you."

"So your momma doesn't know?"

David opened his mouth, and he found himself letting out a tired laugh. He knew he should've been upfront, but he didn't know how to close his damn mouth when he was nervous.

"She knows," he assured you, moving to take your arms. David couldn't stop himself even if he tried, and he rubbed your arms through his leather jacket. "I suggested it an' it made her happy. So...do me the favor. Stop by."

He watched you, his hands moving on their own as he tried to figure out what you were thinking. But he was no mind reader, and your silence quickly began to drive him up a hill.

"C'mon," David urged, quieter than before. "My pop's ribs are real good.”

You break into a small smile, giving him a huff in amusement. It was a good distraction from your racing thoughts. “Really, now?”

"Sure." David's lips curled up, "Best I’ve ever had.”

"You had me at makin' your momma happy," you admitted.

David’s grin broke into a wide smile. He was going to make this a good get together, he needed to. For the both of you.

“Atta girl.”

(a/n: what’s up, guys)

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guess what+ Kerry

“Baby! Where are ya?”

Shuffling in, Kerry began to murmur to himself as he closed the door. He held his duffel bag in one hand, the other cradling a small lump underneath his tracksuit. It was oddly quiet, usually the television would’ve been flicked on or the record player playing a vinyl from your shared collection.

Kerry stepped into the kitchen, calling your name. His next stop was your bedroom, then the bathroom, down to the guest bedroom. No sign of you, still.

Right as he walked out of the guest bedroom, he collided with your smaller frame. You yelped, he cursed.

And that little lump yapped.

“Shit!” Kerry had reached for you, keeping you on your feet. It was a solid crash and he knew your head must’ve been rattled. “y’alright, baby? Hey, look at me—“

You blinked, once, twice, eyes glued to his hand. Although you were trying to balance yourself, you knew you heard his chest make a noise.

“Kerry,” you said slowly. “..What is that?”

“Huh?” Kerry looked down, brows furrowed. Judging by the look on his face he’d completely forgotten what he was hiding in the first place.

Suddenly, he chuckles. That deep rumble which always turned you to puddle, yet you managed to stand tall. His hand moved from your arm down to your hand, giving you a soft squeeze before letting go.

“Guess what.” Kerry smiles, already moving to unzip his jacket. Carefully he pulls out a tiny black lab, its large eyes finding you as he came to light.

You gasp, “Kerry!”

“Jus’ for ya, sweetheart,” he says gently, letting you take the pup. “Found the little thing roamin’ the parkin’ lot. Couldn’t leave the guy, so…”

“Oh, honey,” you cooed, glancing between him and the dog. He clung to you, and you could only coo, “You must be hungry. I’m sure there’s something for you, poor baby..”

Kerry watched you take the pup to the kitchen, a gigantic smile plastered on his face. He soon joined you, looming over as you worked on getting the black lab something to eat. Kerry grabbed your waist, his thumbs idly brushing over your shirt.

In that moment his heart felt so full. Seeing you take in the animal without question, the immediate concern you’d shown him. God, he loved you so much.

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 i had a lot of dreams about you recently + David :)

Being with a wrestler wasn’t easy.

There were challenges from the start, the most difficult being how much David had to travel. It was a rocky life, waking up alone and living in a seemingly empty house. But you made it work. Between the letters and phone calls, David refused to go a day without hearing from you. You refused to miss a single call even if that meant staying up later than usual every single night.

This night wasn’t any different.

With a soft groan, David leans back ft groan, David laid back against the headboard. He adjusted the telephone between his ear and shoulder, trying to make his position less discomforting. You were telling him about your day, as he'd previously asked, and your voice dampened the pain that coursed throughout his body.

"...But they've been good," you said, and he smiled. "That little one with the white stripe is finally looking at me when I go to him. I'd consider that progress."

David chuckled, the sound deep and relaxed. He moved the telephone again, trying to keep the wire from brushing against his bare skin. "I told you, baby, he ain't got attitude. Poor fella's jus' shy, is all."

"I am, too!" You countered, turning on your side. "Especially with the way he states at me, like I've done him wrong..."

"Sweetheart."

"Mmm?" You smile, hearing him laugh once more from the receiver.

It grows silent between the two of you, but neither of you minded. There was shuffling from both sides, the crackling a strange comfort. Even if you couldn’t be together, an ocean away from each other, it felt like he was there.

"...Honey?" You call to him, and he hums just as you had. Pausing, your voice grows quieter, "I had a lot of dreams about you recently."

"Thinkin' 'bout me that much?"

"Oh, shut up."

David snorts, "ain't no denyin' with that confession, baby."

"Don't make me hang up."

"Lighten up," he groans playfully, your name slipping past his lips. "C'mon, tell me what's been goin' on in these dreams."

With a soft sigh you begin to cluster what you could recall. David closes his eyes, the sound of your voice easing him into his own peaceful sleep.

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Hello!

For your birthday event thing!

Could you do

David + ❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

“You waitin’ on someone?”

Leaned against the wall, you open your eyes to see David coming your way. He’s grinning, hair damp and clothes clinging to his body. David always tried to be quick after every match, patching himself up before getting in the showers to give himself a quick rinse. He knew you were waiting, and if it weren’t for you then he’d collapse into the bed of his truck from exhaustion.

With a groan, you reclined against him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He leaned down, pressing a kiss against your temple. The sensation of his lips made you further melt into him.

“Y’know, you don’t gotta wait out here,” he reminded you softly, looking to you with fond eyes. “I gave you my key for a reason, sweetheart.”

You hum, eyes closed once more. The crowd outside the building could be heard squealing and screaming.“I tried.”

“Whatcha mean, you tried?” His brows furrowed.

“I tried going out there,” you forced yourself to look up at him, your voice soft from your own weariness. “Every night it gets worse and worse. The crowds getting bigger, Dave.”

“..So?”

“So,” you repeated, now being guided towards the back door. Your panic spikes as he reached to push the door open, your eyes now wide open, “I’m gonna get mauled out there!”

David stops, his hand firmly planted on the door. He sighs, “ain’t no one gonna hurt you. If anythin’, I’m the one who’s gonna get scratched an’ pulled on.”

“I don’t want that happening, either.”

“Baby,” he begins, moving from the door. “I can take care of us both. I’ll keep you safe. They’ll all afraid of me.”

Your nose scrunched, “afraid…isn’t the word I’d use..”

“Well, we ain’t stayin’ here the rest of the night. We ought to get through it, together.” David stated, his decision firm as he kissed the tip of your nose.

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is anyone surprised? 😔

and thank you, mae!! appreciate the tag :)

anyone who sees this can join in!! npt:

last photo/song

no cheating: you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. who/what is it?

thanks for tagging me @donaka-screaming 💖🫶🏻

in the words of sabrina carpenter please please please

tagging: @kingkat12 @vadersangel @222col @bean-is-reading @moonshapedbox @girl-at-the-verge @passionwillow + anyone else who'd like to join <3333

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keep missing him, he ain’t going back :)

To the woman who took my son from me @meanmeanmeowth thank you for giving this little guy a bow I miss him dearly 💗

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looks like this was before their badstreet match against the freebirds in ‘84. very cool!

Everyone hush look at this photo of Kerry, kevin and Mike I found on Pinterest.

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did i spent $18 on a magazine for this one page? yes. do i regret it? no.

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i’d just like to point out that the people who worked on this movie had so much passion and did so much research, but trying to do a movie on an entire family spanning over a decade is really, really hard. they were also extremely limited in what they could do, not to mention kevin’s sons ross and marshall were on set along with kerry’s eldest hollie.

of course i’ll have my own gripes about the movie, but it’s important to note that this opened the von erich story to newer generations and wrestling fans. and that’s really all we could ask for.

at the end of the day it’s on us, after watching a biography, to do our research to better understand the whole picture.

Im gonna be completely honest and say a few issues I have with the iron claw is the casting and some of the things they left out.

Zach and Jeremy as Kevin and kerry weren’t exactly the best pick. Plus yall gotta know kevin was the shortest of three eldest brothers and David was the tallest and then kerry was basically the second tallest of the three so having Jeremy play him was a little odd specially when you see videos/promos of him.

Just so yall are aware

David was 6’8

Kerry and Kevin were both 6’2 but kerry always looked taller then kevin.

I believe the best casting was for David and fritzs.

Harris i think did research on the person he was playing, and if you don’t know David was the talker he could literally do a promo/interview like a pro. He was considered one of the best in the wrestling industry and still is considered one of the best.

While i do like Zach and Jeremy performances as Kevin and Kerry they just weren’t the best pick for them.

I get why they left Chris out but i still don’t think they should’ve have, he was important to the story and deserves to be recognized as well, another thing is how some of the personalities were switched around, i believe someone told me “real life kerry was a bit more like mike was in the movie” and the brothers aren’t all Blonde either David was redheaded and I believe mike was to.

David became blonde when he was a heel in Florida in 83.

I know i sound nit picky, I’m just wishing they did more research for this movie.

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guys i got more requests for the event than i thought i would’ve which is honestly crazy. thank you for that! im super super happy.

originally i wanted to work on general requests until the third week of march but change of plans, i’m gonna focus on the event so i can pump those bad boys out. requests will stay open, though!

again, thank you for the requests!!

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quick thank you to all of those who’ve already submitted requests for my event!! I’M SO EXCITED! i can’t wait to get started 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[gulpmeowth]

i live to provide information about the von erich’s

this is my calling 😼

Almost 2 in the morning but im falling down my wrestling rabbit hole again and looking up the Von Erichs mostly David and thank you to @meanmeanmeowth for making me aware David was a heel for awhile and the way david heel persona is described is genuinely so out of character for him because he seems so nice.

But also finding out he was a red head also made sense.

“Kerry Von Erich later joined his brother on the heel side in Florida, playing a vain self-absorbed muscleman alongside David's loudmouthed "spoiled brat" persona.” - wiki description of David and Kerry von Erich heel persona’s