#Icelandic Wrestler

[zangtangimpersonator]

hmm. i don't think this nudity thing will catch on @malegains underexposed Polaroid, side view from far away, two Icelandic [sumo] wrestlers facing each other submerged near a hot spring, enormously fat, [cold] light, embrace, relaxed, unbelievably enormous belly, exaggerated stomach like an enormous heavy water balloon, high body fat, leaning against each other the quantity is not super reliable but this is the first 30 results i managed sooo...it's kind of wild that i can no longer seem to get a fat guy on a stepladder, butt hanging out or not

[onepiece-polls]

OPLA fan cast polls - Top 10 winners!

By far most of the submitted fancasts were accepted by the fans, having had a minimum of 50% yay votes. But which fancasts had the most fans behind them? Here is the top 10!

10. Karen Fukuhara as Tashigi with 82.4% of the votes.

Her experience with martial arts and sword fighting might have convinced the fans who weren't familiar with her previous roles yet!

9. Rhey Ripley as Charlotte Smoothie with 82.5% of the votes.

Her wrestler build probably convinced a lot of people she could pull this off. And maybe the lesbians went wild about her.

8. Peter Capaldi as Dr Hiriluk with 84% of the votes.

Once a doctor... (also, he just kinda looks like him)

7. Alexander Siddig as Nefertari Cobra with 84.5% of the votes.

This Sudanese actor convinced the fans that he could play another desert kingdom ruler!

6. Amber Midthunder as Laki with 85% of the votes.

With only 1 vote really against her (we will find you and hunt you down 😛), the fans think this native American actress is perfect to play Laki!

5. Jamie Lee Curtis as Kureha with 87% of the votes.

With by far the most submissions, I had expected her to come out on top, but 5th place isn't bad at all either! Besides, she has practically been cast already, and the fans seem to agree! If someone else gets cast after all, there'd better be a real good reason for that!

4. Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson as Brogy with 88.1% of the votes.

This tall strongman from Iceland seemed the perfect fit for the friendly giant!

3. Kevin Chamberlin as Tom with 89.1% of the votes.

Tom's a fishman, Kevin is human. And yet, look at their faces: the same. The fans could do nothing but agree with this fan cast (though they would also love him as Wapol).

2. Michael Jai White as Ohm with 89.8% of the votes.

Corporate needs you to find the differences between these two pictures.

The fans: "They're the same picture."

No one voted against this fan cast, so in that aspect you could say he should be the winner! However, a few more people needed to be convinced, compared to the number one...

And the winner...

1. Javicia Leslie as Miss Doublefinger with 92.9% of the votes!

Her looks, her acting experience (as Batwoman for example), and her experience with different (combat) sports have convinced almost all of the fans that she is a perfect fit! We are looking forward to see Javicia as Miss Doublefinger in the next season (?) of the One Piece Live Action!

Thank you all for submitting your fancasts and for voting on these polls! ❤

[illwynd]

Utgard-Loki's Tale

I finally got to perform this thing tonight, so I guess it has reached its final form.

This poem is inspired by the traditional Icelandic rhyming poem Lokrur. My adaptation uses a bastard Kalevala metre (trochaic tetrameter), with various features of both Finnish poetry (repetition and alliteration) and Icelandic poetry (alliteration and abundant use of kennings and other wordplay), and I developed it specifically for spoken performance, in accordance with the way the story would originally have been passed along. There's some really geeky shit in here.

Also my thanks to @obligate-rebel who gave me a thumbs-up on an earlier iteration of it :D

...

By men I am called Utgard-Loki

Outlands’ trickster, apt in magecraft,

Skilled in spells and in shape-shifting

One who worked his tricks on wanderers

One who wickedly deceived them

When to his threshold gods came calling

You see, all Thor and Loki knew about me was that I throw all the best parties—what else is there to do when you live way out in the Outlands?—but everyone in attendance has to be the best there is at whatever it is they do, so these two gods... they thought they’d crash my party, cause some trouble, start some fights, show me who’s boss in my own house, and I had to figure out a way to get them to head on home without actually starting a war, because, y'know, that would tend to put a crimp on the party scene. So do you want to know how I managed that trick?

Surely you have heard them tell it?

Heard the tale as they recite it

Heard about Thjalfi, swiftest,

Tricked in foot-race versus Hugi

Passed by one who treads so lightly

Or the contest of the mighty

Rymr, he who calls the thunder,

Put his lips upon the vessel

‘Pon the cup all full and frothy

Froth as white as salty sea-foam

And the thirsty draughts he drew then

Drained the horn—of but a mouthful!

So it seemed by liquid’s level

Sore was he, Midgard’s protector

Falling short in simple trial

Surely you have heard them tell it

Heard the tale as they recite it

Heard how Loki, sly and clever

Set his hunger versus Logi

Chowing down along the trencher

Met the two with crumbs between them

Drawing even, feasts devoured

Loki patting bulging belly

Smirking with his smile ‘broidered

Met they then—but skinny Logi

Ravenous as wolf in winter

He had eaten all the meat…

And all the bones… and all the trencher!

Thus was Laufey’s heir defeated!

And you must have heard them tell it

Heard the tale as they recount it

How the grim one’s son continued

Put him forth another challenge

Boasting of his strength of body

Strength indeed of all his sinews

I set before him then the mouser

Tomcat’s father, hearth’s wee tiger

Purring on the floor before him

That he should test his might upon it

Asa-Thor bent low to grasp it

Bent to wrap his grip around it

Struggling with grunts of effort

Grunting as he tried to lift it

But one paw he barely shifted!

One paw raised above the tiles!

Purring still the feline bore it

As Baldr’s brother failed to heft it!

Fury gripped lord of Bilskirnir

And in his anger bade another

Challenger be brought before him

Said I then I thought my mother

In her youth a wrestler had been

But in her dotage still might suit him

Wroth was he with red beard bristling

Stomping on the mat before him

As Elli hobbled to her corner

But soon she did contrive to hold him

Hold him fast with arms around him

Arms like bands of stubborn iron

Till his knee did bend beneath him

Shamed was Grimnir’s lauded kinsman

Beaten so by woman wizened!

Tell me those are not the stories

More or less as you have heard them

But one voice has not been cited

One has not been heard to tell it

That is me. And if you’ll heed

I’ll tell the legend as I lived it

And each contest I’ve recounted

—true it is that I deceived them

Wanderers of Aesir kindred

But look at it from my perspective

Behold for but the briefest moment

Consider how I first had found them

Sheltering in fingers’ caverns

Cowering within the leather

Where the last night I had left it—

I swear I did not mean to wound them

Or to frighten with my snoring

I was merely heedless taken

Heedless of their headstrong journey

Thus I met them in the morning

Waking to their faces frowning

Trying to be most disarming

Not to give them cause for worry

Then they asked ME where the pathway

To the hall of Utgard-Loki!

I saw it full, the very future

Of which I’d had no foretelling

For they queried after speaking

‘Mongst themselves of doom impending

Doom that they would deal that monster

Dwelling in those halls unknowing

Well!

I endeavored to dissuade them

Placing in their path obstructions

Surely less than cruel misfortunes

Set before them my conditions

If they’d travel with my guidance

They would travel by my schedule

I would call the halts and respites

I would carry all provisions

Thus I handed them frustration

Goaded them to resignation

Alas the doggedness of gods

Was not within my calculations

So, if they’d not be dissuaded

Then ‘twas I must scheme before them

How to meet their whim for action

Without inviting my destruction

Thus I pointed them to pathway

To the door of Utgard-Loki

Once apart I shed illusion

Readied all in preparation

Waited till they came a-hailing

Thunder roaring at my doorway

And ‘twas I that granted entry

Though they did not recognize me

As they came to show their mettle

Prove their might in any challenge

Fain was I to meet their boasting

With my own skill in devising

Thus I placed the end of vessel

From which Odin’s son drank freely

Down upon the dolphin’s doorstep

Thirst could never be so mighty!

Not to drain the fishes’ highway

In this way I meant to thwart him

Meant to tactfully confound him

Meant to make him long for Asgard

Not to linger ‘neath these timbers

Then, said I to ember’s elder,

Let me place on you deception

Garb yourself in Aesir aspect

Shape the hungry tongue within you

Solid where your spark did flicker

That Laufey’s son so sly and able

Might not swiftly recognize you

As he sits down at the table

Thus I spake to Munin’s brother

Of the planned dissimilation:

Wrap yourself in men’s attire

From the ash-wood make your raiment

Lace your boots of supple leather

Then set foot upon the pavement

There to meet Toothgnasher’s wounder

There to race against him striving

Round the path of mead’s lacuna

Thus alike I worked enchantments

On the great snake Midgardsormr

On that serpent world-encircling

One that Thor once snared while sailing

Scales reshaped to furry shoulders

Still he hissed alike I tell you

That one trait you might have noted

Naught else of his essence showing

And then came the last contender

Gracious guest of all the prudent,

Spoils of the years’ survivor

By her leave I did conceal her

Veiled her hair in moonlight’s metal

Bent her back like twisted tree-limb

So Harbard’s son would be no wiser

When she set her hold upon him

In the aftermath of trials

Egos soothed with ale aplenty

I revealed to them my secret

That they would not feel too cheated 

Nor would they feel too affronted

All I wished was their forbearance

Parting then as friendly rivals

So they would crave not for vengeance

For Jotuns have our share of talents

Our own place on World-Tree’s branches

Spells apart from gallows’ knowing

More are we than Aesir’s foemen

There my tale is near completed

But if my tongue’s allowed to waggle 

Somewhat more of gods and giants

And the bitter blood between us

Just a few words I will venture

Fury, I have surely felt it

Anger aching for requital

For accounts all to be settled

Quenched with blood the battle’s metal

But I’ve seen no better ending

Not for bards and not for swordsmen

Than to sit by fire flaming

Telling tales with close companions

Ale in hand and sated, cravings

And all the stars above bright-blazing.

[icelandic-slenderwoman]

Hey mod quick question

How does Icelandic look body shape wise as a human??

Is he lanky or??

[[Oo, I've lowkey been waiting for this question! I imagine him actually having a bit of a wrestler build of which he hides under a sweater. If you want a build reference search up Jon Moxley, he's a pro wrestler. So, ye! Icelandic has a wrestler build as a human. And considering he lives in the snowy wilderness half the time its kind of expected cause ya need fire to keep warm, and cutting down trees is how ya get fireword. He's not as muscley though, he's a bit softer.]]

[donnerpartyofone]

Everything I Watched While I Was Recovering From the Plague

I have a fantasy that watching a bunch of movies of wildly varying quality and content in close proximity can really bend your wires out of shape, like being exposed to too much radiation. I like to tell people that I had to get all those eye surgeries because of all the deranged stuff I subject my eyeballs to. My criteria for this marathon were "movies I want to watch but it's never 'the right time'" and "movies my sick husband in the next room is not interested in".

THE IRON CLAW: Pretty much the big, dumb, lummoxy movie that you might expect. The script is surprisingly weak--the girlfriend declares that everything is a matter of fate minutes before saying "I believe we make our own luck"??--but the family curse part is sort of compelling in spite of it all. I admit I was partially in it for the freak show of muscle mania; for various cultural reasons the way bodies were presented (and the kinds of bodies people aspired to have) in the '80s was so different than it is now, the exhibition of flesh had a very different kind of character that's hard to describe but this movie with its bulbous wrestler bodies filling the screen gave me flashbacks. Zac Efron should keep his He-Man haircut.

DARK HARVEST: I've been struggling to describe this certain type of movie that's very form over function, with a pretty specific form: there's like a really forced "stylized" nostalgia thing with a lot of humorless "weirdness" attached in movies like FINAL GIRL and KNIVES AND SKIN, and to some degree THE REFLECTING SKIN although that's a more sophisticated example (that I still don't enjoy). Anyway DARK HARVEST adds a Pumpkinhead guy (not pictured below) to the mix, and he looks pretty good at least.

THANKSGIVING: Well it's the best movie Eli Roth has made in a long time! It's OK. I like that the inciting incident is a Black Friday stampede, but it's too bad he didn't have the means to make it look more convincing; it feels like about a 150 people running around yelling and there's conspicuous amount of breathing room for the victims getting "crushed".

ZONE OF INTEREST: A tour of the ogre's castle, creepy and effective. Łukasz Żal's spy cam setup cleverly establishes a sense of being trapped in forbidden chambers.

GODLAND: Danish priest makes the perilous journey to Iceland, is a complete asshole to everyone he meets. Interesting, but more beautiful than interesting.

LINGERING: Goofy K horror in which a handful of different neurotic women are relentlessly mean to a small child. I often wonder about this trope of like, someone who is categorically unsuited to parenthood gets saddled with an orphan, and they REALLY don't want to adopt the orphan, but eventually they turn against their own personality and rational estimation of means because the orphan is so cute and/or sad. The implication seems to be that every one of us can and should be parents, and maybe this is even related to the (usually comedic) trope of the solitary curmudgeon who just wants to be left alone, until they undergo some kind of forced exposure therapy at the hands of their nosy neighbors who insist that no human being could actually enjoy their own company. This is an ongoing concern for me.

UNREST: Anarchist watch factory workers in love. Second movie in the list that uses early photography as a motif (also GODLAND). Pretty interesting formally, and I like all the stuff about the development and spread of standardized hourly time.

WITCHHAMMER: 1970 Czech allegory for Communist "show trials". Man, whether you're making an exploitation movie or a political statement, witch hunt movies are always tough stuff, huh?

HONEYCOMB: A woman unravels mentally when her childhood furniture arrives at her home, and she and her husband play out a series of weird infantile psychodramas as an escape from the pressures of their bourgeois existence. More interesting than enjoyable, and I'm not always sure how interesting it really is. There's a certain brand of European '60s filmmaking that involves a lot of improvised shrieking and laughing and crying and rolling around on the floor that makes me question whether it's really as hollow as I think it is, or if I'm just not a sophisticated enough viewer to understand the power of it, or if its original power was really dependent on its context in the development of cinema. Maybe the answer is a little of everything.

THE SWEET HOURS: A Spanish writer's latest play parses the Freudian mysteries of his childhood, and he fully immerses himself in the rehearsals to seek the truth by reliving his memories. It's actually not that deep but maintains a great air of importance anyway.

NIGHT GAMES: A young aristocrat brings his bride to his childhood manse where their surroundings trigger immersive memories of his debauched youth, in which--wait a minute, am I watching the same fucking movie for the third time? Not really but that was weird. Criterion notes that this is supposedly John Waters' favorite movie, which makes a lot of sense when you've heard him say that he used to force Divine to drop acid with him and go see Bergman movies, which Divine HATED. What's really funny to me is that if you basically do not want to drop acid and watch a Bergman movie then you'd think nothing could make you do it more than once! The idea of John Waters tricking Divine into doing this repeatedly is fucking hilarious.

SAM NOW: Disturbing documentary made by some young dudes trying to find out why their mother suddenly abandoned them when they were kids. It's a decent enough movie but I was extremely unsettled by the blithe naivete of the young brothers set against the increasingly obvious fact that there's something pretty bad going on with the mom. Get ready for a lot of discomfort and unresolved questions if you watch this.

LIZZIE: Why is it that nobody has made a good Lizzie Borden movie? It's one of those overly familiar tales that's just sitting there in plain view still waiting for a solid adaptation, kind of like The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, but that at least has the great Disney cartoon in among all the so-so film attempts. You really want this to be good with Kirsten Stewart and Chloe Sevigny AND Denis O'Hare who I love to death, but it's just not that compelling. Actually it doesn't even dig into the most interesting details of the story in my opinion, I guess we needed to save time for extra lesbian makeouts. Also I hate to say it but Chloe Sevigny is really miscast; I love her but her whole thing is being really easy-going and natural, and that doesn't really work for this character (or she's not getting the direction that worked on AHS). Oh well.

MAIDSTONE: See my notes at the end of HONEYCOMB. I found this almost totally unwatchable. I've never read any Norman Mailer. Is Norman Mailer still cool, or did he just seem cool to some people at the time? Was Norman Mailer sort of like an adolescent rebellion phase that American literature had to go through in order to get to wherever it is now? A cursory review of his legacy seems to indicate this. Or maybe it's just really hard for me to sympathize with someone who goes way out of his way to piss off women, and then his defense against the inevitable backlash is "SEE? Feminism is fascist bullshit because look how I'm being treated!" I still see men do this on the smaller scale of their personal relationships--you know the drill, drive some poor woman insane, and then when she acts insane, invalidate everything she says by calling her insane--and they don't even need the excuse of clumsy satire to keep doing it, so forgive me if I don't find this approach very radical. And that's all setting aside Mailer's fetishization of the American Negro for whom it is not my place to speak, but you can imagine what that consists of if you don't already know. In any case I did not enjoy this movie, but I was on the edge of my seat the entire time waiting for the infamous Rip Torn hammer attack. I developed this whole fantasy that Rip Torn must reach a point where he just can't take it anymore and he tries to kill Norman Mailer. I mean *I* sure wanted to kill Norman Mailer, somebody has to do it, right? There are several moments in the film where it seems like someone has finally snapped and the cathartic murder might take place. What actually happens is that Rip Torn wanders up to Norman Mailer with a claw hammer, totally wild-eyed, and declares that he has finally understood that this great work of art can only be resolved with the death of the character Mailer plays. He really seems to believe what he's saying, and the sequence is extremely disturbing. In a way it's even disappointing, there were perfectly good, sober reasons to kill Norman Mailer without putting an unstable person in a chaotic and violent situation where he might naturally flip the fuck out! If MAIDSTONE has anything to tell us about the myth of the cowboy auteur, it might be that somebody like Norman Mailer shouldn't have free reign to abuse large groups of people even in the name of social critique or whatever, because one of them might turn out to be fucking crazy.

WANDA: I love movies that are made in Pittsburgh, I find them all totally fascinating. Or even just Pittsburgh-adjacent, like contrary to everybody else my favorite part of THE DEER HUNTER is the very beginning with the wedding, it's totally captivating to me. Anyway this is an odd, grimy little drama written and directed by Barbara Loden in which she plays the most incompetent woman in the world. It's a good time for a bad time, and if you're watching closely you'll see a poster for THE BRAINIAC in one of the scenes!

KISS DADDY GOODBYE: Obscure psychic kids movies starring Marilyn Burns and Fabian. Marilyn Burns is the nice teacher and Fabian is the cop who try to solve the mystery of the psychic kids, so they inevitably have sex because we have time for that I guess, but man Fabian's like roadside bachelor pad is SO SCARY. It has to be somebody's real hoarder house and it looks like it should be condemned, I felt nervous for Marilyn Burns! Marilyn Burns do NO eat or drink anything that comes out of that kitchen! Have you had your tetanus shot Marilyn Burns? Please run screaming, this is not a normal bachelor pad mess and it is not a good place for you to be naked!

The End.

[dear-indies]

Hi! Hope you're having a wonderful day/night! I was hoping you could help me find a faceclaim since you seem to be the master of doing that.

I'm looking for afro-indigenous faceclaims, any gender is fine, and preferably in the early 20s-late 30s age range. Also, my characters are superheroes, so any with resources with superpowers/magic would be amazing, but totally not necessary!

Thank you so much!!!

Nyla Rose (1980) Oneida / African-American - is a trans woman - is older than your age range but is a wrestler so that'd be perfect for your superhero vibes!

Thundercat / Stephen Lee Bruner (1984) Comanche, African-American.

Ravyn Ariah Wngz (1984) Mohawk, Tanzanian, Afro-Bermudian - is a Two-Spirit trans woman (she/her) - is pro Palestine!

Mumu Fresh (1985) Choctaw, Muscogee, Cherokee, African-American.

Lido Pimienta (1986) Colombian [Wayuu, Afro-Colombian] - is queer - is pro Palestine!

Amber Stevens West (1986) Comanche, African-American / White.

Kali Reis (1986) Wampanoag, Nipmuc, Cherokee / Cape Verdean - is Two-Spirit (She/Her) - is queer!

Melanie Iglesias (1987) Puerto Rican [Taino, Afro-Puerto Rican, Spanish], Filipino, Italian.

Christel Khalil (1987) Cherokee, African-American, White / Pakistani.

Brytni Sarpy (1987) Apache, Cherokee, African-American, Creole [African, French, Italian], Filipino, German, English.

O.T. Genasis (1987) Belizean [Arawak, Kalinago, Afro-Belizean].

Dana Solomon / Dana Jeffrey (1988) Ojibwe, Cree, Afro-Guyanese, Icelandic - is queer.

Joan Smalls (1988) Puerto Rican [Taino, Indian, Spanish] / Afro-Virgin Islander, Irish.

Shauna Baker (1989) Dakelh, African-American.

Kota Eberhardt (1989) Lakota Sioux / African-American.

Shannon Baker (1989) Dakelh, African-American - is bisexual.

Billie D. Merritt (1990) Comanche, Choctaw, African-American.

Shareena Clanton (1990) Blackfoot, Cherokee, African-American, Wangkatha, Yamatji, Noongar, Gija - is pro Palestine!

Ellyn Jade / Jade Willoughby (1990) Ojibwe, Jamaican [Taino, Afro-Jamaican, British], Nigerian, Swedish, Irish, German, French, Belgian - is Two-Spirit (she/her) - is not straight (otherwise unspecified) and has Nephrotic Syndrome and Celiac’s Disease.

Alanna Saunders (1991) Cherokee, African-American, Unspecified White.

Aason Nadjiwon (1992) Ojibwe / Afro-Jamaican.

Kiana V / Kiana Valenciano (1992) Puerto Rican [Taino, Afro-Puerto Rican, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese], Bicolano Filipino / Kapampangan Filipino.

Hunter Page-Lochard (1993) Nunukul, Yugambeh, Haitian, White.

Kane Brown (1993) Cherokee, African-American / English.

Ashley Moore (1993) Cherokee, African-American, White.

Triana Browne (1993) Chickasaw, African-American, Unspecified Caribbean, Polish, Irish, Scottish.

Khadijha Red Thunder (1994) Chippewa Cree, African-American, Spanish - is pansexual.

Taija Kerr (1994) Kānaka Maoli, African-American.

Asia Jackson (1994) Ibaloi / African-American - is pro Palestine!

Angel Bismark Curiel (1995) Dominican [Taino, Afro-Dominican].

Kahara Hodges (1995) Navajo, African-American, Mexican, English.

Kehlani (1995) African-American, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Mexican, Filipino, White, possibly Choctaw - is a non-binary womxn and is a lesbian (they/she but prefers they) - is pro Palestine!

Kylee Russell (1996) Lenape / Cape Verdean.

Sky Lakota-Lynch (1996) Haliwa-Saponi / Ethiopian.

Jaylan Evans (1998) Black and Haliwa-Saponi.

Boslen (1999) Haisla / Afro-Jamaican.

Lizeth Selene (1999) Mexican [Unspecified Indigenous, Black, White] - genderfluid and queer (she/they).

Dove Clarke (1999) Siksika Blackfoot, African-American - is non-binary (any pronouns), bisexual and has ADHD.

Reiya Downs (1999) Cherokee, Afro Jamaican.

Sivan Alyra Rose (1999) Chiricahua Apache / Afro-Puerto Rican, Creole - is non-binary (she/they).

D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai (2001) Ojibwe, Cree, Irish, English, German, Dutch / Guyanese [Afro-Guyanese, Chinese].

Here you go!

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Emil Winter

Geia's Son Emil Winter (2020)

The second child of Byron and Pelageya together, first son of Pelageya and fifth son of Byron. Emil is close friends with both of Viola's youngest two boys.

"All cameras except security cameras, right?"

Name

Full Legal Name: Emil Alfred Winter

First Name: Emil

Meaning: From the Roman family name 'Aemilius', which was derived from Latin 'Aemulus' meaning 'Rival'.

Pronunciation: eh-MYEEL

Origin: Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, German, Romanian, Bulgarian, Czech, Slovak, Polish, Russian, Slovene, Serbian, Croatian, Macedonian, Hungarian, Icelandic, English

Middle Name: Alfred

Meaning: Means 'Elf counsel', derived from the Old English name 'Ælfræd', composed of the elements 'Ælf' 'Elf' and 'Ræd' 'Counsel, Advice'.

Pronunciation: AL-fred

Origin: English, French, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, German, Polish, Dutch, Albanian

Surname: Winter

Meaning: From Old English 'Winter’ or Old High German 'Wintar’ meaning 'Winter’.

Pronunciation: WIN-tar

Origin: English, German, Swedish

Alias: None

Reason: N/A

Nicknames: Alf, Alfie, Emi, Fred, Mil, Mille

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 9

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American. American-Russian Mix. Dual Citizenship USA-RUS

Ethnicity: White. (1/2 American. 1/2 Russian)

Birth Date: March 22nd 2011

Symbols: None

Sexuality: Sraight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, Spanish, Russian

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Aries

Theme Song (Ringtone on Geia’s Phone): 'Brighter Than The Sun’ - Colbie Cailat

Voice Actor: None

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Spokane, Washington, USA

Current Location: Spokane, Washington, USA

Hometown: Spokane, Washington, USA

Appearance

Height: Not Finished Growing

Weight: Not Finished Growing

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Brown

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: N/A

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Not Of Age

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: Benjamin Nye, Charles Nye, Vance Lum, Feliks Volkov

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Byron Winter

Mentor: Byron Winter

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Byron Winter (53, Father), Pelageya Winter (33, Mother, Née Volkov)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Nathan Winter (33, Half-Brother), Zinnia Turner (30, Half-Sister, Née Winter), Laurence Winter (27, Half-Brother), Xanthia Winter (24, Half-Sister), Joseph Winter (21, Half-Brother), Venetia Winter (18, Half-Sister), Isaiah Winter (15, Half-Brother), Uliana Winter (12, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: Genesis Winter (34, Nathan’s Wife, Née Rivers), Patrick Turner (31, Zinnia’s Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Quincy Winter (13, Nephew), Hadley Winter (10, Niece), Bethany Turner (10, Niece)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: N/A

Trainer: N/A

Managers: N/A

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Trivia: Nothing of Note

[unhingedwomandiaries]

I'm going to fold up my stupid bike, which is this annoying contraption that looks like something invented by a stoned mechanical engineer from Amsterdam. I totally underestimated how insanely heavy this collapsible monstrosity would be once it was all crumpled into foldable form. It was like trying to carry a passed-out sumo wrestler while wearing roller skates. But I managed to lug the dead weight across the street to the bus stop, flat tires and all, because that's just how I roll.

There's already some dude waiting there, probably pondering life's deepest mysteries like whether those bendy straws are really worth the environmental cost. Five minutes pass, and he looks at me with this vaguely constipated expression and asks, "Hey mate, when's the bus coming?" Without missing a beat, I calmly reply, "Three minutes, give or take." Dude does not like that answer, because he immediately storms off in a huff like his mom just told him he can't have a puppy. Literally two seconds later, the bus shows up. It would've been deeply satisfying to call out, "Hey numbnuts, there's your bus!" But I'm too busy trying to figure out how to Superman-lift this automotive Rubik's Cube nightmare onto the vehicle.

An hour later, I'm at the retail park, unfolding the bike and coasting it over to the Halfords while trying not to get run over by a stampede of middle-aged guys buying new car batteries. I roll up to the counter and explain to the clerk that I'd paid online for some bronze-level tuneup package. The cycling section is located on the second floor, with exactly zero elevators. There's no way in hell I'm hauling this two-wheeled demon up those stairs, unless I want to end up in traction. So the dude radios someone to give me a hand. 

We go through this whole clown-car routine, just for the bike tech to look at my velocipede and say, "Yeah, both your inner tubes are blown. See that hole? I can't actually fix this because it's an e-bike you didn't buy here." I'm like, "That's not mentioned anywhere on your website, mate." He hits me with, "I know, and I deny service to people ALL THE TIME for the same dumb reason. Liability and all that." I point out that the battery is uninstalled and as uncharged as Dan Quayle's lucidity...but he's not having it.

The employee takes responsibility for my disappointment by handing me back the bike and telling the cashier - who is roughly 18 years old - to refund me. The kid then proceeds to make a ham-fisted production out of asking for details and radioing someone about proper protocols. I just wanted to take the damn bike and go. Eventually, the kid lets me leave without so much as a "Thanks for stopping by!"

Whatever, at least I get my refund quickly. I haul the accursed machine to a local bike shop that the Halfords guy recommended. This place is refreshingly huge and well-stocked. The lady at the counter is all smiles and discounts for being a new customer, unlike the colicky infant at Halfords. Leaving the bike in their trustworthy hands, I ask about their online presence. Turns out they've been in business for 37 years and still can't SEO their way out of a wet paper sack. Go figure.

Anywho, with unexpected free time, I swing by a store and grab a four-leaf clover plant because...why not? Not that it matters - the thing cost, like, 30 pence. From there, it's off to Iceland for the type of disturbingly-unique frozen fare that would make Henry VIII loosen his codpiece. The day concludes with katsu curry pizza and "vegan" chicken wings that could hypothetically burn through the hull of a battleship. What. A. Day.

[haydennorthrup]

🇯🇵 DAY FIVE 🇯🇵

The day started with a nice little hike to a beautiful location, and ended with some of the best food I had on the entire trip. There is nothing more rewarding than some good food after a long physical day.

The day got started early as me and the three other guys on the trip woke up to the sun blinding us at 5:30am. At this point I was getting sick of the jet lag effects and just wanted some good sleep, but looking back at it I was glad I got up as early as I did. Sitting in the chair and just looking out at the ocean defines a perfect morning for me.

Once we got all packed up, we headed to Nachi Falls. The path leading up was known as Kumano Kodo, and had some of the most gorgeous landscape a trail could have. Although the walk up was very wet and rocks were extremely slippery, we all made it up safely. This location was another instance of modernity being incorporated into traditional settings by the use of vending machines. About halfway up this pilgrimage route, we’re a bunch of vending machines selling soda, water, and green tea. I believe that changes like these are a necessity in todays world. I personally believe it would be a different story if they put a bunch of vending machines in front of the shrines or temples at the top of the trail, but that wasn’t the case. Doing that would most definitely be seen as disrespectful and take away from the traditional feel.

At the top of the climb was Nachi falls and Seiganto-ji, my personal favorite temple and outdoor location. The bright orange pagoda with the gigantic waterfall and layers of trees in the background made for an awesome destination. We were lucky enough to be able to go to the top of the pagoda for only 300 yen, which gave us an even better view of the waterfall. The only thing that took away from this location and the view, was the busy street directly in front of the temple. I realize that people have to get up the mountain, but I feel like there had to be a better option than putting a street right in front of a view that special. This intersection (literally) of tradition and modernity is needed in todays lifestyle, but I do feel like it could have been executed better to not disrupt the traditional feel of the temple and waterfall. Another memorable part of this trip to Nachi Falls was getting even closer to the waterfall and drinking from the dragons mouth. The water was super fresh and made me feel like I was back in Iceland drinking out of the waterfalls.

Later that night we took a train from Kii Katsura to Osaka. While the view from the night before was the nicest ocean/mountainous view, the Osaka hotel had the nicest city view. You could see everything out the window on the 13th floor. After we settled in a group of us traveled to Osaka to get some grub. The food we had that night was like no other I’ve ever had. I would legitimately travel back to Japan to stay and eat the food in Osaka just one more time. Restaurants had huge LED signs and logos which made for some awesome photos. One of the signs was a great example of tradition and modernity. The sign had multiple traditional references like a big Buddha, sumo wrestler, and samurai, but was all in modern bright LED.

[fotoflingscotland]

Icelandic Wrestler by FotoFling Scotland Via Flickr: Cowal Gathering 2017

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Ok ok so I have an idea for a Liv Morgan fic..

What if liv and reader secretly get married and liv accidentally reveals it and we see backstage reactions from the other wrestlers

To Elope

Liv Morgan x Reader

The ring on her finger wasn’t really a ring. That was okay though, because to others it was just a band she wore because she liked it. She definitely did, especially since you gave it to her. You put that band on her finger. You married her.

The whole point was that nobody knew. She’d have her whole life out in the public and she’d sacrifice anything to have a little privacy with you, away from cameras and tiktok edits. So you eloped to Iceland when Liv had her holiday season, away from anyone eyes that could recognise her.

You didn’t mind being a private ‘thing’ of Liv’s life. It actually felt quite nice for it to be just you and her, but at the same time you didn’t care if she decided to tell anyone and you established that she was free to do so whenever.

That was until today, when Liv accidentally blurted out that she had a wife she was going to hang out with instead of going out with some of the other wrestlers in her division. Her eyes went wide, subconsciously rubbing her thumb on the wedding band on her ring finger as she watched everyone else stare at her with raised eyebrows.

“Wife?” Becky smirked, being the first to speak up within the silence that occurred when Liv exposed her title. Liv opened her mouth to say something - anything but she closed it right back up when no words came out. “When did you get married?”

Sonya grabbed her shoulders and brought her in for a hug, laughing gently in Liv’s ear as Liv froze.

“I knew that didn’t mean nothing.” She lifted Liv’s hand and showed them the band on her finger, smirking at the blushing blonde as everyone smiled at her. It felt as if every single being with eyes was staring through her. She didn’t mean to expose it like this, although there’s been plans on telling some of the wrestlers there, but it seemed like she just did that herself without thinking about it. “So, who is this girl?”

“Hold on, when did you get married?” Becky repeated her question, completely oblivious to everything. Out of everyone she seemed most stunned, the others either smirked or nodded.

“Summer break.” She finally spoke up, laughing a little as people began standing up to hug her in congratulations. She then answered a few more questions before she took out her phone to show them a picture from your wedding night. It was just a selfie of the two of you showing your wedding bands.

“Awh, I can’t believe you didn’t tell us.” Becky smiled, now too bringing Liv in for a hug. “I could of been your best man.”

THE END

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

It’s Vacation Time Baby!

Your 1st vacation is a romantic getaway with an AEW wrestler of your choice. Where are you going and what are you doing when you get there? Who picked it out and why?

Your second vacation is a road trip with 5 AEW wrestlers of your choice. Why did you pick each person. Where are you guys going? Any must do road stop?

You are reading my mind, sweet tits, I was just thinking about a possible vacation imagine!

Alright, okay, Imma try something new and see if I can make myself fall in love with someone through writing...

Oh, who am I kidding, I already love the man: Trent Beretta

We have been together for about 3 years now, and it still feels like we just got together. Well, not really, because we know much more about each other, and I love him even more now. But you get the idea. For our anniversary, Trent decided to plan a little vacation for us. He knows I am not specifically fond of lying in the sun at a beach all day (because all I get is a severe sunburn and sand in my ass), so he thinks about other destinations. He comes up with a list of 3, and then comes up to me to make me choose one. It's either a trip to Iceland, a roadtrip through Romania to visit famous Dracula spots, or a vacation in Norway to see the Northern Lights. I can tell by the way he says those options that the last is his favorite. He doesn't like to admit it, but he has a soft, very romantic side to him. So as much as I'd like to see some gory vampire stuff, I go for the Northern Lights.

And thankfully so! Trent really went all in with his planning, finding one of those glass dome hotels where you can see the night sky all the time. When we arrive in Norway, it is freaking cold. I knew it would be cold, but damn, I feel like a popsicle, even in my winter coat. He laughs at my shivering before pulling me close, keeping me warm in his embrace. I snuggle into his body as much as I can, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. "Come on, let's check in so you don't freeze to death before seeing some Northern Lights."

Once we are inside our personal glass dome, and the warmth hits us both, I realize we are really here...on our first romantic vacation. "Thank you for this, Trent." I smile up at him before kissing him. Still those damn butterflies going wild in my stomach. It's wonderful.

We prepare for the night, and decide to stay in the dome to look for the natural phenomenon. It takes three nights until it finally happens and I see a bright green stripe flicker in the night sky. I get overly excited, jump up from the bed to stand on it, giddy beyond measure and point it out to Trent. "Look, Babe, there it is! It's so green!" He smiles up at me before standing on the bed next to me, arms wrapping around my torso, pulling me close into his chest.

"It's beautiful. Isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" I add, completely mezmerized.

He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, placing a soft kiss there before answering me.

"Not quite, Sweetcheeks." I look at him in confusion, but when he smiles at me and suggestively raises his eyebrows, I get the hint.

"God, you're so cheesy!" I laugh, but feel my cheeks heat up from his compliment.

"Only for you, Y/N. Only for you." He pecks my lips and then turns his head to look at the colorful night sky again.

"I love you, Trent." I say as I kiss his cheek before copying him and looking up again.

"I love you too."

The roadtrip

My AEW roadtrip crew:

1. Eddie Kingston: Just imagine being trapped inside a car with Eddie for hours. Exactly. Pretty self-explanatory. And best decision ever.

2. Danhausen: Whenever the good mood dies down, Danhausen will make sure to bring it back up. Air-conditioning not working anymore? Danhausen will uncurse it. Traffic jam? Danhausen will live comment on all things happening around.

3. Ruby Soho: We need someone who'll take care of us. Especially of me and Eddie. We're a bit reckless, so we need someone to make sure we are fine. And Ruby gives me caring mama vibes.

4. Cash Wheeler: I want my boy to be around, too. But no Dax. I am selfish and want Cash to myself, if that is possible with 6 people in a car. I'll always try to sit next to him, so I can pretend to fall asleep and put my head on his shoulder. Yes, I am cheesy like that.

5. Nyla Rose: Have you ever checked out her twitter? She's ridiculously funny, I'd love to have her around for this. I feel like we could have a fun little back and forth with nasty jokes, making everyone else in attendance a bit uncomfortable...not that I/we care, though.

Where we go:

We are definitely roadtripping through Ireland and Northern Ireland. I have mentioned it before, but I really want to go there someday. So why not with my favorite crew?

We get a rental car and drive around the whole country, along the coast. Important stops are definitely Cliffs of Moher, the Stairway to Heaven, the Giant's Causeway, every Whiskey distillery we see, and of course Dublin. We all get a little drunk while checking out a few of the famous pubs (except for Ruby, who has to drive next), and visit the Guinness Brewery (...God, I really want a Guinness right now). Nyla is completely wasted at some point, which Eddie finds hilarious - mainly because he has a strong case of the giggles himself. The only person that you can't tell is drunk is actually Danhausen...because he is pretty wacky to begin with. As final act of one very drunk day, we end up at a Karaoke bar where we all steal the show...because we are by far the worst performers: all 6 of us together, desperately trying to perform Sia's "Chandelier", but it sounds like everyone is singing a different song. Everybody's also off-key, but differently off-key, so we sound like a bunch of hyenas fighting over the last piece of zebra meat.

[ek-vitki]

Here’s a bit of information about Johannes Josefsson, the Icelander who brought Brókartök Glíma to America. Josephsson was born in Iceland, and was a lifelong student of his native Glíma. He wrestled in the 1908 Olympic Games in Greco-Roman Wrestling, unfortunately being forced to withdraw due to injury. He followed his olympic performance with competition in several mixed martial arts and prizefighting matches, regularly beating jiujitsu and Judo experts, and on at least one occasion, subduing a bear. Josephson then traveled with a circus in Europe, where he refined his act pitting his Glíma against boxers, knife fighters, and multiple assailants. Josephson later moved to America to travel with Barnum and Bailey’s, meeting and competing with American Catch Wrestlers and of course, more Jujitsu exponents, knife fighters, boxers, and multiple attackers at once.

After traveling for nearly 19 years, Josephson retired to his native Iceland with nearly $120,000 to his name, where he opened a hotel he called Hotel Borg (fortress).

If you’re interested in Glíma, check out Vinlandhema on insta! We practice a reconstruction of the Viking martial art, including this material by Johannes Josefsson.

[coreeda-coreeda]

You can break our bones and kill us

Bring us to our knees

Take away our children

Against a mother's pleas

But you stop the Dreaming never

The Dreamtime is eternal, forever

 What is Coreeda?

As much as it is a fun sporting activity, Coreeda also sends out a spiritual message that as you read this I hope you are receptive to. The human heritage of Australia is ancient and it is often said we have the oldest continuous living cultures on the planet. This is as true for our martial arts as it is for our song and dance forms or even our storylines and folklore, therefore describing customs as 30, 40 or even 50,000 years old is a valid scientific claim. At the Coreeda Association we believe we are reviving a sporting tradition with an antiquity that stretches back to the beginning of a human presence on the Australian continent but also we are actively building links with indigenous cultures from across the world through the universal activity of traditional wrestling. If you are proud to call yourself an Australian and can accept that as a people our heritage extends back further than 1788 then we invite you to join us in this journey. Together we can change perceptions and break down the barriers that presently divide us.  As the Buddhist saying goes, "if you want to know your past, look into your present conditions, if you want to know your future, look into your present actions" and the best way to understand the current status of Australian wrestling is to know its history. You can do this by reading the first ever book written about the Australian wrestling tradition "From the Dreaming to the Dreamers" which covers the history of the sporting genre from the most ancient times to the present day. With chapters dedicated to the pre-colonial and colonial periods, as well as the history of Professional Wrestling, Olympic Wrestling, Judo and the wide array of traditional wrestling styles that have been played in Australia, it is available online at Sid Harta Publishers;

http://sidharta.com/books/index.jsp;jsessionsid=4661FE2FEE062C33175E26F44DE8442?uid=66

Or if you contact us directly at this site an autographed copy can posted to you for the low price of $30 plus P & H but please hurry because it is a limited edition and stocks are now low.Coreeda is an exciting sporting development that is bringing awareness of the traditional martial arts of Australia. Initially we are doing this through a sport that combines Aboriginal dance with a unique wrestling game, similar to the sports that were played in pre-colonial times. Eventually we will be introducing weapons use into the curriculum under the guidance of experienced traditional practitioners but for now we are focusing only on unarmed combat training. We consider coreeda to be the traditional form of wrestling of Australia, much as sumo functions in Japan, schwingen in Switzerland, ssireum in Korea, glima in Iceland, bukh in Mongolia or any of the traditional cultural combat sports from around the world and we are wanting to grow the sport around the whole continent of Australia. The Coreeda Association also intends to act as a pivot to encourage the people involved in the multiple styles of grappling combat sports in Australia to work together for mutual support and become a kind of "Community of Wrestlers" in which a greater degree of communication can be achieved between the organising associations, federations and unions. Coreeda as a sporting activity is divided into two equally important components, coreeda dance and coreeda combat. The dance component, which is mostly based on traditional kangaroo dance steps, is the intitial warm up ritual and gives competitors an opportunity to display their abilities in strength, speed and agility. Divided into three one minute segments the idea is that the competitors can only touch the ground with their hands & feet and must stay within the boundary of a 4.5m diameter yellow 'sun' circle. The first segment continues unless one of the competitors falls, crosses the line of the circle or they cease maintaining continuous motion. The second segment allows competitors to try and trip, sweep or bump into their opponent again while maintaining a continuous one minute motion and has been likened in appearence to the Brazilian combat dance of capoeira. The third segment is more like a sumo match in which competitors try to push each other outside the circle or make the other touch the ground with any part of their body other than their hands or feet. The dance is important for detirmining which position the competitors will take in the combat component.  Coreeda combat is divided into four rounds or quarters, each lasting a maximum of two minutes. The winner of the dance component can choose which position they will start with, inside the circle, known as the defender, or outside the circle, known as the attacker. The role of the attacker is to try and force the defender outside the boundary of the sun circle by means of pushing, throwing or rolling them, all within a time limit of twenty seconds. Naturally the role of the defender is to restrain the attacker within the sun circle for longer than the twenty second time count. Such a victory, known as a decider, ends the quarter but a point score is collected during competition which is accumulated for the two minutes in case no decider is scored. Competitors swap positions each quarter and the point score is maintained until the end of the match.  One other thing that differentiates coreeda from most other styles of wrestling is that it is a team sport and competitors add to the total team score with the points they have achieved in their match ups. Teams are made of six competitors representing each of the weight divisions, which are named after a species of macropod; pademelons <60kg, potoroos <70kg, wallabies <80kg, greys <90kg, reds <100kg and boomers in the open weight division. Teams are further divided into two moeties, black and red, which are the colours on the Aboriginal flag and the uniforms signify this. Coreeda is a fast and effective combat sport that not only builds reflexes to prepare the body for potential conflict but is also great fun to play. In April 2012 the SBS TV Aboriginal Affairs Program "Living Black" produced a story about Coreeda that gives a good indication of the activity, which you can watch via this link;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjuZ-DLDnPI

 This Vimeo production by Michael Copp also gives a good basis for coreeda and you can watch it via this link;

http://vimeo.com/18814133

 Some of the boys that attended a Coreeda Seminar in 2012 put this video together and I think it captures the spirit of the sport well;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nMjKh66xCM

Also a great friend of the Coreeda Association, the photographer and ethnographer Christopher Samuels put together this wonderful presentation in 2013; christophersamuel.com.au/the-way-coreeda-australia/ 

In January 2014 we travelled to Mornington Island in the Gulf of Carpentaria to introduce the sport to the kids up there and a film crew from NITV follow us for this story  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejOOj4bOqJ0

 In March 2014 the International TV Sports Journal Trans World Sport did this story on us

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXquEqXu1LM

 In September 2014 a man on an international martial arts quest Sascha Wagener included us in his documentary series, No Journeys End

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oInhDv2LC1k

Are you interested?

To find out more about coreeda explore this website, learn about the genuine history of Australian martial arts, discover where you can watch performances or even enrol in a class. For any Australian who is interested in reconnecting with their own cultural identity, an identity that extends back before British colonisation, coreeda is the perfect way of doing this. At the same time you get fit, learn to defend yourself and make new friends in an absolute win win situation. 

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Inside Jokes and References in the Full Bios

Mainly for @spacelizardtrashboys and @kuruumiya

Also: Any time strikethrough text is used it's because it's meant to be secret information, for example on the small bios any time 'Lucifarian' truly isn't their last name their is strikethrough test after saying that it's not their real name. This is to say that no matter what is written or if it's strikethrough text or not, it is there for a reason.

Damien - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for him refers back to his 'King of Hell' gimmick, as does his middle name, Rex means king.

He's protective, like a dad, but also way too overprotective over the gimmicks for the girls. He's an old, old school guy so he enjoys card games with the boys.

He's supposed to sound like a young Hugh Laurie, mainly because if I heard a young Hugh Laurie say Damien's bio quote I wouldn't be able to take him seriously.

His main finisher (Seventh Circle) refers back to (a) him being the king of hell and (b) the seventh circle is for violence, and well, he's a wrestler, that's a pretty violent job.

He calls fans both 'peasants' and his 'loyal subjects' because he's like an asshole-ish king who'd quickly be dethroned if they rebelled.

Vickie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for her refers back to her gimmick along with the old saying 'pride comes before the fall'.

She's called 'Victoria' because of both (a) it meaning victory and (b) the fact that Queen Victoria ruled back when Britain had an empire, then the empire fell (as in pride [Vickie] before a fall)

Both Her and Damien are born in August and are the only two to share a birth month as they are Father and Daughter (non-kayfabe, as in they share DNA)

She's raised Christian as back when she was growing up England was a lot more Christian than when she became an adult so she got lax in her beliefs

Her personality is supposed to make her come across as a vain, rich, arse of a person, yet deep down she's still redeemable, she's got a long way to go before she actually redeems herself though

She's the type of person who makes sure EVERY little detail of her matches and promos are PERFECT to the point that she will control what other people do or say, down to the moment it's said/done and the way it's said/done

She only likes the other D.O.D (Daughters of Darkness) members because she has only made enemies in the short while they've been in the company, she especially dislikes George 'The Animal' Steele because of his very messy style going against her 'everything should be perfect' views

She's the leader, the brain and the mouth because of her control over the group, if she let them have more control, there might be less arguments about her amount of control

Her named moves are also references to both her gimmick and other things. Beheader is named because of the Tudor monarchs of England having kind of a thing for killing people in this way (ex. Henry VIII).

Lineage Ender is named that because if she ever botches that one specific move (it'll make sense in context/ she does it during a training scene) it could end either her own Lineage or the person she's doing it to.

Lion's den is called that because she traps them in a near-inescapable crucifix pin, and normally if someone goes into a den of Lions, they aren't escaping in one piece.

Family Pride is named that because not only is her gimmick the sin of pride, but she's got pride in her family and she's her dad's 'pride and joy' because she's his only child.

Wish for this (her main finishing move) is called that because it's an inside joke of "you're gonna 'wish for this' to be over soon"

As she's Damien's blood daughter, a 'prodigal son' joke seemed somewhat appropriate.

Billie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the Guerreros and the whole 'Latin lover' trope

She was born in February because of Valentine's day, hence why her birthday is two days before the 14th

She's 1/2 Cuban (just in general - both Mexican and Cuban culture is interesting to me) But she's 1/2 Cuban in case I ever need to write for Razor Ramon, I can get away with making the joke of 'my Cuban accent's better than yours'.

Her casual style is 'Suggestive' because how else is Lust supposed to dress.

She dislikes Hulk Hogan because she finds him incredibly annoying and she dislikes Jesse Ventura because she dislikes his fashion choices.

I imagine her uncle Hugo looks like Luis Guzman and her dad's like Raul Julia. Try to imagine those two wrestling as a luchador tag team.

Her mother was basically a valet to her dad, which was usually Billie's role before she was part of the D.O.D.

Her move name references are all song references: Love me Tender - Elvis' song of the same name, Personal Aphrodite - a reference to / joke on 'Personal Jesus', Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye's song of the same name.

Also, I hope to eventually use the joke 'The Babe, the babe with the power,' 'What power?' 'Power of voodoo' 'Who do?' 'You do' 'Do what?' 'Remind me of the babe' because of one of her commentary nicknames being 'The Babe'

P.G - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is in reference to her being greed and (right at the start of the story) her thoughts on money actually being able to buy her happiness

her surname 'Voronin' means crow, and well, crows like shiny things, like money

she wears 'fancy but simple' clothing because if she bought designer clothes she'd be in debt, but she still wants to look like she has more money than everyone else

she's cowardly in a Jimmy Hart way, she'll piss someone off during a promo and run away once she feels like she's in danger

she's a showman because she's more show than work, meaning she works exceptionally quick matches.

Her moves are basically jokes on the fact that she is greed, such as Gold-digger and Diamond Ring. However, Money Maker is also a joke on the fact that it's a facebuster and usually an actor's face is called their 'money maker'

She hates Hulk Hogan and Sgt slaughter because of how patriotic they are

Kirby - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to (a) the fact that she's Gluttony, (b) her being the only one who wears a mask constantly and (c) her basically being the group's scare tactic against people who think they can push them around.

I am planning on eventually making her a part of the machines, maybe as a valet, maybe as a wrestler, not 100% sure as of right now

Her mother is the Norwegian-Scottish one and her father is the Irish-Welsh one

She is the tallest (not the heaviest, that's Damien) but she's still 9 inches shorter than André.

She's willing to bleed hardway, but hates blading

She hates Big John Studd because of his disrespect, she hates Hulk Hogan because she thinks he's obnoxiously 'American', she dislikes Lord Alfred Hayes and Dynamite Kid because they are so insistent on calling her '1/4 Icelandic' whenever she talks about being 1/4 Norwegian. She hates Brutus Beefcake because he's just 'so, so much' energy-wise.

She's always been tall, always shorter than André though, she was 5'6" when she was 12, which is still taller than Sam, P.G and Eli.

Kirby's the best at using folk tales and mythology references in her promos and still keeping them dark and scary.

Her speaking voice is Jessica Hynes, but I imagine her singing voice (which will be important later) to be that of Deee-lite's Lady Miss Kier. On that note, I will be putting up a post on this part of the fic's canon.

Feeding Frenzy is meant to look similar to Roddy's wild punches, hence the 'frenzy' part of the name.

Organ grinder is named because it's meant to look really hard (like she's putting all her force and weight into it) as if she's grinding her opponents organs

Hungry for Blood is an in-joke of during her toughest matches she seems hungry to give the fans the sight of blood

Consummation is a joke of 'the match will soon be over, the match will soon be concluded, or consummated' not the sex-based meaning of that word.

Number of the beast, which is 666, is a reference to the 619, and is a modified 619 basically.

Vampire's Bite is a reference to her sitout jawbreaker looking like she could possibly bite someone's neck, like a vampire, as she performs the move

I didn't want to call her chops, chops, so I made a joke of 'oh it's chopping, like a butcher's knife'

Overfeeding is another basic gluttony reference. Cheshire Grin is a facelock-based joke. Let Them Eat Cake is a butt=cake joke

The ogress is a thinly-veiled way of the commentary team calling her ugly, because why else would she be the only one in a mask

Holly - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is written that way because I always wanted her to sound like she comes from New Jersey

She's very cuddly towards the rest of the D.O.D and thus gets called a teddy bear by the others

She's Pansexual because she doesn't care what your gender is, she loves people just being themselves

She's the only ginger because I've never seen a ginger wrestler from New Jersey

She was raised Catholic but lost her faith upon realising how bad gay people are treated by the church (Holly literally just goes "Y'all it is 1984, how are y'all gonna reject people based on who they love?")

Holly's very much the person who'll ask permission to cut a promo on someone but won't tell them how harsh she's going to be

She's the group's mom friend (mum friend?)

Before she started travelling with another member of the group (Holly travels with Sam a lot) she would accidentally no-show events

She does accidentally give incredibly stiff shots

Holly likes Gorilla Monsoon because their friendship is very much a weird pseudo-dad-daughter friendship, so basically, she's using him as her new dad

Her voice is Angie Harmon because I think Harmon sounds like a badass from New Jersey

Naptime, Dirt Nap and Lullaby are jokes of 'I'm gonna knock you out'

Eli - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a joke of 'this is why she doesn't do a lot of promos'

She's the most likely to be on one of those 'too hot for TV' blooper reels from her promos

Both she and Sam hate people taller than them

Sam - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the fact that her tattoos are her 'masterpiece'

she dresses athletically because she's always ready for a fight, especially because she's usually the one picking fights

She likes Lou because he's like a crazy uncle to her and she likes George Steele because, unlike Vickie, she likes the wild man side of his gimmick

She's voiced by Melissa Etheridge because she's still feminine but is the most masculine sounding

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Do you have physical headcanons for the anko family? Height, weight, scars, quirks, etc.

{ You know what? I think I’ll do the whole Nordic fam for shits and giggle, because why not? 😜 🇩🇰 🇳🇴 🇮🇸 🇫🇮 🇸🇪 }

Denmark: An even 6’. He is densely muscled like a wrestler, though not as much so as a bodybuilder. He’s pretty much your classic hunk of a man, complete with six-pack abs and adorably round, puppy-like turquoise eyes. His hair is not naturally spiky, of course (though he does spend literally over an hour in the morning styling it to be so), but it is naturally layered and a true golden color. He has a decent few deeply ingrained scars from countless battles during the Viking Ages and from wars over the past few centuries. Oh, and yes, I support the headcanon that Denmark has lots of adorable freckles on his face, chest, and back!

Norway: 5’9”. He is quite pale, slender, graceful, and feminine in build. Honestly? Let’s just keep it 💯: This guy could easily pass as female if he wanted to. But guess what? He does actually want to sometimes, and he proudly owns and rocks his gorgeous femininity! He also totally pulls off dresses of all kinds while eating toxic masculinity and gender roles with Hungary and spitting them out. That being said, he’s still retained wiry muscles and sharp fighting skills from his Viking days, so he can easily kick ass while wearing a dress and without breaking a sweat (or a freshly manicured nail). Norway has wavy, layered strawberry-blonde hair (as a kind of compromise to the fact that he is canonically blonde but also the fact that the country of Norway itself has the most redheads of the Nordic nations) and almond-shaped dark blue eyes.

Iceland: 5’7”. He is, as most growing teenage boys are, quite gangly and not fully developed in muscle yet. I don’t quite headcanon him to be as physically weak or effeminate as a good chunk of the Nordictalia fandom does. To me, he simply has the typical undeveloped build and youthful, boyish features of a teenage boy. Despite being sickly in health, he has a decently muscled frame (mind you, he’s nowhere near as muscular as Denmark and Finland, but he is a good bit more muscular than the slender Norway). He bruises quite easily due to the tectonic plate movements of his landmass, and during volcanic eruptions, his skin becomes inflamed and his bruises more prominent. He has an adorable and tiny dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks, and the other Nordics often joke that Norway accidentally sprinkled permanent fairy dust on his cheeks when he was a baby. He is a true towhead, with white-blonde hair and naturally violet eyes akin to the classic actress Elizabeth Taylor.

Finland: 5’7”. Like Denmark, Finland is quite densely muscled and stocky. As we all know and love, he has adorably chubby cheeks and a soft, pillow-like tummy. I would describe his overall build as chubby-muscular and compare it to that of an American football or hockey player (to be fair, American football and hockey are contact sports, so it’s acceptable for players to have the extra “padding”). He doesn’t boast as many scars as Sweden and Denmark, as he was too young and little to partake in most of the Viking battles and raids with his big brothers, but he has retained some from other wars over the past millennia, especially the Winter War. Most notable is a long scar scoring from the top of his left arm (which was literally torn off by Russia during the Continuation War of 1941-1944) and across his chest. His hair is thick and plush with a slight wave to it - though not as wavy as Iceland’s and Norway’s - and is of a light tawny color. His skin tone is a couple shades darker than the other Nordics, due to the Sami influence and settlement in his nation. His beautiful and expressive round eyes are his most unique features, however. They change colors when the Northern Lights are most active, but most of the time, they’re a gorgeous heather-blue color.

But that’s only above the 60th parallel! His actual natural eye color is a unique dark green/light hazel, signifying his kinship to his green-eyed Uralic cousins, Hungary and Estonia.

Sweden: 6’2”. The tallest boi of the Nordics. Despite his height, however, he is actually quite lean and graceful. His build is pretty much the happy medium of the five: He is not as densely muscled as Denmark and Finland, and indeed, appears almost “willowy” next to them. However, his build is also not as slender and effeminate as Norway’s. He and Denmark have completely identical turquoise eyes, but Sweden’s hair is a lighter shade of golden than Denmark’s. He also possesses a lot of scars from the Viking Era and countless wars over the centuries. He is quite pale and bruises/scars easily like Norway and Iceland, and also like Norway, he enjoys wearing and totally rocks more feminine-tending clothing.

{ Side headcanon: Finland and Iceland are actually still growing! As the youngest two Nordics, they’re not as fully developed as the other three, hence their youthful and boyish looks and baby faces. Since human males can grow well into their late 20s, and Finland and Iceland are only physically 20 and 17 respectively, it’s certainly not implausible to think that they still have some growing to do. Plus, Icelandic men are some of the tallest in the world per capita. There’s no way Iceland’s done growing at only 5’7”. No way at all. 😂 }