#au cagematch

[daisy-the-spider]

AU Cagematch: Doc, GiantFell, & Sprocket

[Me]: I sometimes like to picture all my guys across all AUs in a cagematch setting.

Like, for whatever reason, they’re all participating in an event where different pairs get pitted against each other. They can’t leave–or maybe they don’t feel like it if the stakes are low and nobody can die in the setting. But they can still take lasting damage. They can’t influence whatever force is administrating this, so they play along out of curiosity. None of them intend to really hurt each other anyway, treating it like sportsmanlike sparring.

There are three rules:

1) Any challenger must have an opponent, and one will be chosen at random if no one volunteers.

2) The challenger stays until they’re defeated. No one can interfere unless they’re tagged in.

3) The match doesn’t end until one or the other is defeated, which could mean getting tagged out or incapacitated or quitting.

[My friend]: omg the dbz tournament

[Me]: YES EXACTLY

Anyway, everything’s pretty chill until a very big, very mean Underfell!Papyrus arrives as a challenger.

This Papyrus is from a thing I made up called GiantFell, which is just Fell but more apocalyptically fucked up. Sans ‘n Paps have a real bad dynamic that usually ends up with them getting in a big fight and never speaking to each other again. So, that’s where this guy’s coming from.

And he looks like this:

He bares his teeth and barks and hurls insults at all the people on the bleachers, egging them on to provide him with a worthy challenge. His voice rumbles out like sharp heavy gravel. Chainmail shudders from under his gnarled armor with each step. Nobody looks eager to volunteer, but knowing that the weaker among them could be chosen instead makes them nervous.

Then, another huge lumbering Papyrus gets to his feet.

He goes by Doc. He’s a sort of perma-fusion of a Fell!Paps and an Outertale!Paps. He’s part of a settlement of survivors who had their worlds destroyed through various means, trying to carve out a living in a very expanded version of the Void on a floating chunk of land with some houses and part of the Core left on it. These two Papyruses never got along at first, but slowly grew to be best friends over time. When they developed a fatal corruption that slowly ate away at their HP and functionality, a friend stepped in to help. (It was Blinker, if you remember him.)

Blinker rewrote their code and made them one person in order to save their lives. And it worked. Largely. They’re plenty stable now–it just takes a lot of energy to keep them going. Being one was strange at first, but it allowed for an unparalleled level of introspection. He sees himself as a more complete version of the people he was before. The whole event also persuaded him to pursue physiological studies of magic and medicine, hence the name.

So, the two Papses inside this guy’s head take a look at this other guy and see the malicious insecurity and self-concerned overconfidence that used to plague them as individuals.

Doc is chosen and approaches the arena. His brothers, a Fell!Sans by blood (well, “blood”) and Mafia!Sans by circumstance, try to stop him. But he won’t listen and refuses to let either or both of them take his place. His opponent looks him up and down and smiles.

GF!Paps: What weak stock. A friendly challenge compels only a shambling amalgam to step forward as sacrifice.

Doc: Actually, it’s because I’m ashamed of you.

The challenger isn’t smiling anymore.

A bell dings.

[My friend]: SLAAAY GET HIS ASS

[Me]: The fight doesn’t last very long, however. Doc makes a few clever and surprising moves that needle the small weaknesses in his opponent’s brutal fighting style. But he gets hit, thrown, and stunned much more often. Despite being a little bigger than GiantFell, Doc just doesn’t have the constitution for this kind of seasoned predator. His brothers call forfeit before anything serious happens.

GF: You can’t do that. He has to call it.

Doc: I forfeit. I’m done. You win.

The unseen hand of the organizer pulls the victor away from his exhausted opponent. The latter grumbles as Doc’s family helps him back to the bleachers.

GiantFell stomps around the ring, calling for a real challenge. He acts unfazed, but Doc can’t help feeling satisfied with the chip he put in the ogre’s chin that must still be smarting.

Another spectator, Sprocket–

glances at the motionless crowd around them and stands up.

Sprocket: Sure, I’ll give it a shot.

Hearts sink into stomachs all around the arena. None of them know this guy, but they’ve been a really sweet and charming person in the time they’ve been here. Their matches have all been amicable, ending with handshakes. They even lost a couple by ring-out–just from getting shoved unexpectedly. The fact that they just witnessed the last match and are throwing their hat in like this is baffling.

The only thing easing the unrest is the fact that their… they must be their cousins…aren’t doing anything about it.

(Not that they could. Unbeknownst to the crowd, the twins are literally unable to FIGHT, ACT, FLEE, or do much of anything in battle. They always have been. They’re just bugged like that. And intervening now would technically count whether they like it or not.)

The two of them only raise an eyeridge and watch as Sprocket takes the stage. Sprocket’s metal exoskeletal body shines dimly in the light where it escapes the faded denim of their clothes. They must be made of very low-grade salvage. Dingy green and grey that’s been forged and folded a dozen times, and then polished to high heaven. Their plated shoes tink against the floor, like they’re made of aluminum.

GiantFell scoffs.

GF: Now what? Head of the goofball team?

Sprocket chuckles.

Sp: Hero of the Underground, actually. :)

GF: Hm. Are you sure you want to do this?

Sprocket lolls their head and shrugs.

Sp: Hey, I’m game. But you can back out, if you’d rather. No hard feelings.

GiantFell’s sour smirk grows wider. He sets his feet apart. So does Sprocket.

The fight begins. GiantFell throws some barbed bones at Sprocket, who ducks and hops around them with the flexibility of a wobble board. One of them narrowly misses their shoulder. They run half a circle around their opponent to get at an unprotected side, but he instantly clocks what they’re trying to do. He turns and rushes at Sprocket. Sprocket dashes back on their heel and tries hard to counter the savage monster that lunges with its claws over and over, closer and closer. His pinprick red eyes stare into Sprocket’s acrylic ones.

GF: I confess, I’ve never seen anything like you before. But I can guess at what’s hiding inside that ramshackle suit of armor. However much skeleton you may have in you, you’re just a paper-thin little ghost playing the brave knight.

A heavy clenching sound makes the spectating crowd jump. The two combatants stand at the edge of the ring. GiantFell towers over Sprocket with a claw wrenched down on their left arm. The same arm has its fingers wrapped around the giant’s breastplate in a desperate gesture of control. Their other arm is splayed to the side for balance. They’re leaned back past their center of gravity by over a foot, and their feet are an inch from a ring-out.

GiantFell leers for a moment.

GF: Don’t worry. I won’t let this end that easily.

He steps back to pull Sprocket in for more punishment.

Or, he tries. His legs go, but the rest of him doesn’t. He tugs harder. Sprocket doesn’t move a bit.

Still holding onto the ribcage, Sprocket takes two steps forward to straighten up. Each step lands with the full weight of Sprocket’s metal body–heavy thuds against the stone floor. Tiny pebbles leap from the vibrations. As the giant strains to retract, Sprocket pulls him closer as if to share a secret.

Sp: And ghosts… can float.

They reel up a knee and kick GiantFell to the center of the ring, letting him take the arm with him. A long attached chain simultaneously unravels from Sprocket’s shoulder. Then, it suddenly runs out, yanking GF harshly in the opposite direction. The crowd can’t help jeering a bit as the beast comes very close to falling on his face. Sprocket’s left hand lets go, pulling the chain away a little with their right. They wait for their opponent to regain his footing. He looks up with daggers where the pinpricks were. Sprocket looks back at him with a stone face and eyes laced with something all too familiar. Contempt. Ridicule. Scorn.

GiantFell snarls and raises a wave of sharpened bones from the floor that thunders toward Sprocket. Long before it can reach them, they send a signal down their chain-arm. In the blink of an eye, it expands, exposes a layer of hidden components, and reforms as a flail head. Sprocket draws it across the arena with all their might. It shatters the bones and almost catches the sender by the ankles. They throw it again. And again. They hit the giant. They miss. They hit again. It shouldn’t be this easy to hit a target this way, but Sprocket has clearly had practice. GiantFell slings a metacarpal dart whenever he can, but they all whiff. He tries to grab the chain once, but it’s electrified. The wrecking ball doesn't let up until a stray sweep lands it buried in the floor near some spectators. Everyone’s okay, though.

Sp: Oh! (Crap.) Sorry!

GiantFell has already taken his opening. He body checks Sprocket’s left side at top speed. They hit the floor with a short ear-splitting skid. Their shoulder is dented, and they’re disoriented. The chain struggles to retract. They get their wits back just in time to block a flurry of vengeful attacks. They keep it up as they slowly pull their arm back in place and get to their feet.

Combat becomes much closer quarters. They trade bones and blows with equal ferocity. Between the snapping of his jaws in Sprocket’s face, GiantFell finds time to banter.

GF: What a surprise! You’re more interesting than I thought.

He sweeps a leg at Sprocket, who springs back light as a feather.

GF: Your prowess is adequate and… creative, I’ll give you that. But what I want to know is where you got that look in your eye.

Sprocket ignores him.

The giant springs a floor trap of curled bones on them. They leap back again, less gracefully than before. The sound of joints finessing 2,000 pounds of metal rings out. Music to his ears. They’re getting tired.

Sprocket takes the defensive for a while, giving GiantFell more room to talk.

GF: You know, I think I like it here. Most of you weaklings will never know the true challenges of survival until a child with a knife comes to your door. But this at least gives you a taste of what it’s like to wonder when you’ll be thrown into the ring with death. They all cower and shiver and take their stand before me like they’ve already lost.

Sprocket bashes a barbed bone club with their wrist, raining white shards and dust before their determined face.

GF: But you… You get it, don’t you? What have you lost? What have you seen that killed the part of you that cowers?

Sp: You talk like a flower I know.

The two wind up in a grapple, struggling to overcome each other’s strength. Sprocket’s rivets and coils groan.

The giant narrows his eyes.

GF: Why hold yourself back?

He glances at Sprocket’s cousins, still watching placidly from the bleachers.

GF: It only weakens you further.

Sp: The people I protect are what make me strong.

The giant nods almost imperceptibly.

GF: While your resolve lasts. But there are bigger things out there. In the dark. You’ll see sooner or later, if you haven’t already.

Sp: You disgust me.

Sprocket gives him more of that cold stare. Then, it turns into a smile. A powerful electric shock cracks between the combatants’ palms, prodding GiantFell to back away.

Sp: Ha! I got you twice!

GiantFell recalculates as Sprocket approaches. Magenta lightning leaps between their cheek and temple, chin and chest, ribs and spine, and any crack he’s managed to make in their armor. Their black synthetic hair begins to stand on end. Their ruby soul glows hot in their chest.

This is where the fight gets feral. It’s a blur of magic, bones, boots, and fangs. The aura around Sprocket grows so heavy that it looks like GiantFell is trying to tear apart a dying sun. Electricity arcs everywhere, within feet of the spectators. The combatants throw all of their remaining strength and agility at one another, pushing themselves to top each other’s moves without thinking much about the one that comes after. GiantFell isn’t unused to this kind of reactive combat, letting instinct carry him through. It isn’t until he catches Sprocket’s eyes again that a full thought forms.

He can see the magic of their soul burning through the acrylic. His other opponent’s colors were green and blue. Kindness and integrity. Weakness. Anyone where he comes from would be afraid and ashamed to show anything but red–determination, survival, power. He’s seen lots of shades of red in his time.

He’s never seen a red quite like this.

Away from his line of focus, Sprocket prepares a sucker punch with white hot knuckles. It rockets toward him with as much sureness and weight as it can carry. GiantFell then leans–or falters, hard to say–out of the way and shoves his foot upside Sprocket’s jaw instead.

Steel bends and snaps throughout their torso. The crowd cringes with sympathetic pain.

Sprocket stumbles backward, holding their neck like it needs the help to do its job. They’re fighting to stay standing. GiantFell laughs maniacally.

However, before anyone can get too worried about Sprocket, the laughter trickles away. The giant passes out and lays still on the floor of the ring. Sprocket has won. The entire arena cheers.

As the unseen hand picks the loser up off the floor, the victor manages to find enough balance to walk. Being made vertical helps GiantFell regain consciousness, though he’s still groggy.

Sprocket approaches with calm light steps and extends with their better arm to shake.

Sp: Good match.

The giant just starts laughing again, maybe misunderstanding or unbelieving that he lost. It doesn’t matter. He’s out like a light again before Sprocket can put their hand back down.

They head to the bleachers, glad that’s over. Sitting down, their overworked armature finally gets a rest. The twins, free from the spell cast by the fight, instantly start assessing damage.

Kanover: You okay?

Cronus: Happy you got that out of your system?

Sp: Yeah, yeah.

Pretty much everything is bent or dented or scratched, but that’s no big deal. Sprocket’s always been a rough-and-tumble kid.

They look deeper. Sprocket rolls their eyes patiently as their head is pushed aside to make it easier to see down their collar.

Cr: Oh, wow. Did he detach your back muscles?

Kanover reaches in and pulls out a cluster of load-bearing contraptions of greasy rough steel as thick as your wrist.

Ka: Like three of them.

Cr: Okay, better hop out so we can fix it.

He taps Sprocket’s shoulder with the flat of his hand. A pink ghost with most of a blue skeleton inside phases out of the metal suit and hovers nearby. They wait, glancing back at the ring as the unseen hand removes GiantFell from the arena. After loitering quietly for a bit, they decide to leave and disappear between the bleachers.

This is when Doc realizes he’s been staring at them since the match ended.

He goes looking for them. There are corridors behind the rows of seats in this big weird unfamiliar space they’ve all found themselves in. He heads down the one where Sprocket went, follows it around a few corners, and finds the little ghost sitting alone against the wall.

They look… sad. Curled up with their head on what would be their knees, staring at nothing. Doc considers leaving them be, but they notice him before he can back away.

Doc: Hello, there.

Sp: Uh, hi. It’s you.

Their voice is so much higher and thinner without their body. Doc can’t guess them being older than 16.

He tries to be unintimidating (hard for a guy his size). He crouches down.

Doc: That was impressive. You’re a clever fighter.

Sp: Thanks.

Doc: And a brave one.

They look away.

Sp: I know a bully when I see one.

Doc: What’s the matter? Is it that you didn’t get the final blow?

Doc can remember a time when that would’ve kept him awake fuming all night.

Sp: No, I don’t care about that. The stuff he said was just stupid, that’s all.

Doc waits, sensing that there’s more.

Sprocket weighs what to say. Maybe this one, of all people, might understand.

Sp: He’s right, though.

Doc: About what?

Sp: I like fighting. I shouldn’t, but I do.

Doc: I don’t think that’s bad, necessarily. It’s been keeping us all sane here so far.

Sp: No, I mean… violence. You know? Whatever makes humans the way they are and makes us act like they do.

Doc was hoping they didn’t mean that.

Sprocket’s soft skeleton face twists bitterly.

Sp: My home is… We’re long past where we should have had our happy ending. Things are bad, and there’s no one left to save us. I have to be what people need and help them, but the harder I try the more this… evil thing comes out of me when I get mad. And I hate it when people know how to get it out of me. That guy was spoiling for an ugly fight, and I gave him one. He wanted to mess with me, and I let him. He won.

Doc: I doubt he feels that way now.

Sp: Then we both lost.

They bury their head in their knees again.

Doc watches them for a moment, then sits next to them against the wall.

Doc: Well, if being scared and frustrated makes you evil, I guess I’ve been pretty evil too. Even the part of me that wasn’t already like that guy in there.

Sprocket refuses to be cheered by that.

Sp: I have to be better than this.

Doc: Or else what? The world will end?

Sp: Basically!

Sprocket splays their hands with exasperation.

Doc: And nobody’s trying but you?

Sp: Of course everyone’s trying, but what if it’s not enough without me? Nobody has power like I do. I have to use it for something worthwhile, don’t I? Especially with all the problems and changes and… freaking evil flowers that keep attacking my cousins.

Doc: But then using that power too much makes you “evil”.

Sprocket gets quiet again.

Sp: I just don’t want them to see me not… not the way I want them to. I want to just be good. The twins kind of already know, and I don’t even know any of the people here. But there have been a few times at home where I almost got found out.

Doc: Found out being “evil”.

Sp: Yeah.

Doc: Found out feeling frustrated and scared in a time where everything is frustrating and scary?

Sp: …

Sp: I–But what if–

Doc: Do you wanna know the secret to getting under people’s skin? How they keep getting the “evil” out when they want it?

Sprocket just looks at him.

Doc: It only works if they know you’re scared of it.

Sprocket leans back against the wall as that sinks in.

Sp: Oh.

Doc: I used to be really afraid of what people would see. If I wasn’t all determination and power. Or if I wasn’t actually filled with as much boundless confidence and brilliant strategy or whatever it was I thought I was supposed to have. But even in difficult times, trying to keep all of it up ended up making me a much worse person than just letting people know what I really am.

Sp: And what are you?

Doc: Silly.

Sprocket can’t fight a smile.

Doc: And not always very bright or brave or tough. But I do get to be me more often, and I haven’t had any complaints or apocalypses yet. And I’m sure your cousins would appreciate not having to put you back together again.

Sp: It does kind of happen a lot.

Doc: So you agree?

Sprocket lolls their head to the side again, feigning deep thought.

Sp: Fine. You win.

Doc extends a hand.

Doc: Good fight.

They shake.

Sprocket heads back to their family, gliding through the air with youthful energy. It makes Doc feel the aches and age in his bones.

As he walks back, a thought occurs to him. Was there anything to that last thing GiantFell said? About Sprocket having seen something that would make them give in to malice entirely? Something the flower would know. Something outside the world they were meant to see. Sprocket’s reaction at the time makes him uneasy. As does the fact that they kept up a facade of weakness and naivety even before any real threat emerged. Just in case.

He looks up at the absent roof of the arena, at the endless blackness of the Void.

For the sake of his own family, who now live outside of any normal world, it may be worth finding out. But he supposes now may not be the right time to ask.

Problems for later, he tells himself.

He goes to find his brothers.

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So this was a casual idea-vomiting session with a friend that got away from me real quick lmao. (My friend loved reading it, by the way. I didn't just leave them in the dust with thousands of words.)

As it turns out, I enjoy coming back to this era of au madness a whole lot. I may do it more often in the future.

Many of the characters I play with are regulars pulled from other people's aus and hcs. But Doc, GiantFell, Sprocket, the twins, and Blinker are all of my own invention (with consideration for obvious influences like regular Fell and Inktale). Feel free to play with them yourself if you want, though.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

[jeeyonshim]

redraw of an old sketch, about four months later. what a fucking relief to see i'm getting noticeably better lolololol

[mrstsung]

Ok look. Mk legends Cagematch was good.

But idc it doesn't feel like a prequel to scorpions revenge. There's too many inconsistencies. And it felt like raiden making johnny cage the "chosen one" and fucking shoving liu kang to the side like that is just wrong.

Because making the only white American dude the star regardless if he's actually a good guy or even an honorable person or not. Is fucked up. Because mortal kombat is majorly centered around various asian cultures (admit from a western perspective and that is a problem for another time and post.)

So yeah there's several SEVERAL PROBLEMS WITH THEM MAKING CAGEMATCH THE "PREQUEL"

The mk legends movies should be absolutely treated as separate aus and universes and self contained.

Also nrs if you're aware of this.

Fucking make shang tsung actually fucking badass as he should be and make your asian characters not just someone to dance n jive for your entertainment while giving pseudo "kung fu wisdom" for your amusement. And not just make shang a bad guy to beat up and shoehorning your lowkey racism and xenophobic crap at. Thank you.

-Sincerely q mortal kombat fan who's sick of your shit.

Anyways. Back to johnny.

Johnny cage is awesome. But only if he's done right and not shoved into the spotlight and actually what his character is about. Which is making fun of and light of Hollywood actors. While showing Johnnys heart of gold. He doesn't need to be main guy. Because that doesn't exist in mortal kombat. Because everyone is dying,surviving and fighting for their fucking lives! There's not hero. They all are heroes in their own way,even the supposed " bad guys" . There is not right or wrong path. Just a path. And thats THE FUCKING POOOOOOIIIINTT!!!!

Mortal kombat is about one group of assholes fighting another group of assholes to protect their own crappy piece of existence filled with other assholes in colorful ways. Pretty much.

Like every damn fighting game. However we play mortal kombat for the characters and the lore and the world it's in. And the bloody goodness. However nrs/boon/etc seems to have lost that and mk severely lacks on its world building and lore consistency (if it ever had any) and it sucks that fans have to do the work they should have already have done.

But yeah some characters like Johnny cage shouldn't be in the spotlight all the time. And should be complex,well thought out,well written,side characters. And if they don't have any place to go fucking further in the story. Then they should just leave it at that. Their story is done,move on to something and someone else in the story and world to work and build upon. Like people these days dunno when to end the fucking chapter with a character. Liu kang is prime example! Love him. But good lord there's nothing else to be done. His story has been told. A thousand times. Let someone else shine. That isn't the white American male character that was ment to be a SUPPORTING ROLE!

I love all of them,all these characters. I do. I just feel like people miss the point of them too? And so many other characters have so little to them and representation that it gets stale.

*sigh*

Anyways. The mk legends movies are good. But only if you treat them as separately and as they are. Entertaining.

That's all the mortal kombat stuff is worth these days. Just entertainment. Which is fine. Nothing wrong with that.

But for fans who want more it's been hella disappointing for years! And when we gets something nice,it gets either scrapped for something mediocre and "marketable" or it just gets flat out ignored for mid tier games.

Mk9(if you ignore the character favoritism),maybe 10 for the gore,and mk11 if you ignore the dumb plotholes. Were good games. But lacking in a lot of areas.

We've yet to have a mortal kombat game that is good from start to finish that is faithful to the original arcades and premise(a divine tournament and system to protect the realms/worlds and a death martial tournament for the gods. And the rules of mortal kombat respected,enforced,shown,and taken to heart. And all characters get a turn in the sun and even the bad guys get some love and nuance to them. And the women are fucking respected but that's apparently asking for too much 🙄) I've yet to see one that respects that. But nope all we are left with is just ha ha bloody funny game.

Anyways. Back on topic. With the mk legends movies with a grain of salt. But i still enjoy them none the less.

[sybilius]

12, 13, 19 for fic asks

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it!

I do! I shared the current WIP here, but since you asked, here's also my Kenta playlist that helped me write my Takeover fic!

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

Lots and lots and lots and lots! Without getting into that too much, I've been thinking a lot lately about why I like to do research for wrestling fic as much as I do (especially given how low-research I used to be for fic, I was very pro "run with vibes who gives a shit" when I started writing). Part of it is just having spent enough time in fandom I've already done the "put your OTP in [canned fic scenario/coffee shop AU/porno situation]" fics, so they're less interesting for me to write now. The other part of it is that pro wrestling stories can be so BIG in scope (multiple guys entire YEARS of career) that chipping away at highlights of someone's back catalogue for a fic can feel like a more manageable way of engaging with what came before.

It does run me into some funny "writing" sessions though, like yesterday where I spent the better part of half an hour poring over Eddie Kingston and Jay White's cagematch entries to determine who was where when and how they might have plausibly interacted before the moment I'm writing. me @ me like bestie, girliepop, just make shit up <3

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

:) this is from the opening chapter of the as-yet untitled Jaykada fic. It picks up right after pliant as gold (which is no apology), which is to say, Jay is having a normal one in okada's hotel room shower.

-

I straighten. “Phantasmo?” – is it? The nightmare must really be over then. Really. I laugh to myself, breathless, a little hard to control. Alright. Alright. “Good to see you man. I’ll be right out.”

“Yeah, uh, come on out.”

I stumble out of the shower, looking around for a towel. Scrubbing off my exhausted muscles, just another match, right? Whichever big match. They’re all the same, after Madison Square Garden, another G1, another Wrestle Kingdom with Gedo and the boys – they’re all waiting for me, waiting for me to walk them into the gold of my era. 

I wrap the towel around my waist, surveying the room. Empty soda water bottles. Not my toothbrush. My skin starts to crawl. 

When I crack open the door, Phantasmo has a pained smile pasted on his face. 

He shoves something into my hands. “Hey buddy. Some clothes, okay? 

I shut the door. My stomach churns. These aren’t – they’re not my clothes. Far too long in the legs, the t-shirt just a little bit too baggy. Oh god. Okay.  

This really – happened. Fuck. I’m going to kill Hikuleo.

[dykecassidy]

🖊💻?

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

SOMETIMES. I dont know of reading all of chobits counts as research. I do a lot of looking up matches on iwd and cagematch, but that feels less like research and more like checking references.

for an old au I was looking up a lot of criminal law lawyer stuff, and like, what the prisons in my home town were like. that felt vastly out of my depth and tbh I didn't do much bc it was so much.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

yeah yeah she's second so I can put it under a cut. a bit of my notes for the body swap au, solidifing how I wanted it to start and then launching into bullet points

[peppermintquartz]

Every time I see the debate over internet misinformation now, all I can think of is that for a good 6 month span of time, a very VERY dedicated group of Wikipedia editors decided they were just going to make shit up on the website for the PWG Tag Team Titles, and the people who tried to correct it would be massively downvoted into it being registered as "Vandalism". I don't know if Wikipedia ever sorted that out but there's an entire, still ongoing WIP in the Genericoverse that ONLY makes sense from a plot perspective due to that random bullshit that the people put on Wikipedia (that I genuinely didn't know about because where the hell am I going to be able to find other sources, Cagematch is NOT that user friendly) Anyway, so if it matters to anyone, the Generico!Verse is actually an AU before the plot shift in "The Happiest Luchador on Earth" because in it, Quicksilver was never horribly brain-injured during his tag run with Generico, and they simply lost the Tag belts at a normal event. (Meaning that Generico, in my universe, never has to deal with the emotional fallout of his friend's career being brutally ended on his watch)

Disinformation is a real problem

[prowrestlingmarc]

Josh Alexander (c) vs. Bully Ray - Impact Wrestling Hard To Kill 2023

D'un point de vu purement in-ring Bully Ray n'a jamais été un très grand lutteur en solo... Néanmoins il a toujours su compenser son manque de Workrate par un excellent Storytelling et une attitude que peu de lutteurs modernes ont. Cela pouvait donc sembler idiot de le confronter à Josh Alexander qui lui est un peu tout le contraire : un catcheur ultra-technique qui semble parfois un peu manquer de personnalité et de charisme... finalement grâce à cette stipulation Bubba Ray a pu faire oublier son manque de technique et même de cardio pour faire parler son talent de storyteller et nous a de ce fait permis d'assister à un 1v1 d'une bonne facture.

Ce Full Metal Mayhem nous a rappelé que la moitié de la Team 3D et ancien leader des Aces and Eights n'est pas un innovateur du TLC pour rien et que le champion IMPACT! lui n'est pas bon que dans de longs combats face à des bons adversaires techniques.

Bully Ray avait fait le choix de rendre la rivalité personnelle, le canadien a bien fait ressentir qu'il en avait contre le vétéran et cela nous a permis d'avoir droit à quelque chose d'une sincérité et d'une violence assez réelle.

Je m'attendais au pire et finalement le PPV Hard to Kill a eu le droit à un Opener de toute beauté.

Note de Cagematch : 7.52

Note Personnelle : *** 3/4

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WIP Game

Thanks for tagging me, @sasamelons 🥰

Rules: Posting a list of current writing works in progress. Feel free to ask me for info on any of them, whether snippets of writing, plot details, main characters, etc. Send me a title listed below and I’ll share something related to it. ;)

Guardian:

I’m gonna skip the ones that I’ve less than 2k on because otherwise, the list would get too long 😅

Arranged Marriage AU (Weilan, Canon AU, Secret Identity Shenanigans) in which Zhao Yunlan has to marry Heipaoshi for political reasons, even as his heart pines for beautiful Shen Wei

In The Middle Of The Night (Weilan, Vampire AU, mix of drama and novelverse, probably gonna be a whole ass series, vaguely casefic, vampire!Shen Wei, detective!Zhao Yunlan)

this is how the war is won (Kunwei, YOHE AU, a/b/o with alpha!Kunlun & omega!Shen Wei, enemies to lovers, Haixing vs Dixing war, heatfic, softest of soft Weilan dating)

xiao-Wei vibr smut (work title lmao) Weilan, sub!Shen Wei, dom!ZYL, smut

Chief Zhao Roleplay (Weilan, smut) continuation of the Teacher Shen roleplay smut (After Hours) I wrote, this time with Zhao Yunlan arresting Shen Wei for “crimes” before having his way with him

Kink Negotiations (Weilan, smut, in which Shen Wei voices his desires)

Ye Zun’s Heat (Weilanzun, alternate alien biology, AKA Dixingren are a/b/o, all Haixingren are normal humans/beta, omega!Ye Zun, alpha!Shen Wei) in which Shen Wei is away at a conference and Zhao Yunlan needs to help Ye Zun through his heat in his stead

Shen Wei, Accidental Lesbian Whisperer (next up: Li Qian)

Time Travel Pre-Canon Fix-It (Weilan, travelling from ep 40 to pre-canon and changing things from when they are early twenties)

Weilan Casefic in which Shen Wei is wrongfully arrested for Haixingren crimes and Zhao Yunlan has to prove he didn’t do it

No Man Left Behind (Canon Divergence, YOHE, Weilan) in which General Kunlun is kidnapped by the Rebels and ends up rescuing Ye Zun from the Chieftain’s clutches

Double Date (Weilan, Chuguo, Alternate Meeting AU inspired by this fic) in which Chief Zhao’s husband, Professor Shen, enters the cagematch instead of Chu Shuzhi

GYADL:

Canon Divergence Fix-It AU (LFS/Tianying) in which LFS apologizes to DTY after the whole bail/necklace debacle which improves her view of him and dims her view of XXC so canon doesn’t happen

Time Travel Fix-It AU (LFS/Tianying) in which DTY and LFS end up back in their bodies in the middle of their first meeting/fight on the motorbike for dumplings and try to fix things so LFS can survive (and they have their happy ending)

I do low-key want to finish my posted WIPs and get back into Untamed, and maybe write something for Tiger and Rose, possibly Nirvana in Fire too, but I haven’t started any of those so. Not gonna list them here lol

Tagging anyone who wants to play! (but specifically @itskaysno @ganglylimbs @sailorbryant @shadeofazmeinya @sorcererinslytherin @kahnah23 @bird-armadda @amethystinawrites @post-and-out @fornhaus @midwintersong)

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Continued from x @redemptiionisms

“I’m here to have a good time, just like you,” she relents, laughing. Smooth talker, funny. Oddly...familiar looking face. She’s probably seen him before, though she can’t imagine seeing a priest like this guy and forgetting it. 

“Safe to say everyone here has a secret or two. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me-” and she lowers her voice so only they can hear, “-why you gave the guy who sleeps on my couch a sparkly new toy. He’s still gonna lose. Cool guy, but he definitely isn’t ‘take down a legendary vampire’ cool. Not yet anyway.”