#downstait

[bilboyagathechickenfootedhobbit]

So last summer my son got super in to two things: professional wrestling and The Hobbit. We watch wrestling as a family and had been reading him The Hobbit as a bedtime story.

He tells me that for Halloween he wants to be Elrond AND Cody Rhodes. Either those or Thorondor, King of the Eagles. Um. That’s…..a LOT, little dude. I’m not entirely sure where I’m supposed to find a giant fucking eagle costume for a FOUR YEAR OLD, so I tackle the Cody Rhodes outfit while brainstorming an Elrond outfit.

I……I may have gotten slightly carried away with his ring coat. And then proceeded to make leggings and a shirt, too. And now I may need to make myself a ring coat.

Anyway, here is my greatest creation aside from my son, a tiny American Nightmare ring coat:

[luchorgasm]

Cody Rhodes at Kemba Live! in Columbus, Ohio. This was the first show Cody invited Downstait after they made Kingdom. [PC: Downstait]

[elevatorsn0tworthy]

the process of watching Cody Rhodes making his entrance

[sikoazayn]

DOWNSTAIT CONFIRMS THEY'RE DOING DOLPH ZIGGLERS NEW THEME FOR NJPW

in case you're not familiar, they did cody's new one, the miz, dolph's OLD THEME, and a couple other wrestling songs i think?

[supakixbabe]

A poem from our founding father:

“Adrenaline in thy soul.”

Thank you.

[galaxy-brain-rasslin]

I still love that, when Cody Rhodes went back to WWE, he kept his "Kingdom" entrance theme.

A song that so blatantly a giant fuck you to WWE/The McMahon Family (especially when you throw in the "wrestling has more than one royal family" line) is now being used by someone that, from what I've seen, is the top male babyface in the company.

Genuinely hilarious shit. That said, I can't imagine Cody coming out to any other theme nowadays. It would feel weird.

It's also one of Downstait's better themes, and it's great for getting the audience involved.

[incompleteguide]

issue 3 of the incomplete guide

looks like tumblr wasn’t a fan of our previous issue - no likes, no comments or anything. but onwards we go anyway!

- the traitors has swept the uk (we hear it’s super popular in the states as well, and obviously it was a hit in its original country, the netherlands). but what about it strikes a chord with us?

- frozen on the west end will close in september, so we’re glad we caught this (again) earlier this month. there’s lots of familiar stuff to it, but don’t expect it to be a cookie-cutter copy of the films - it’s worth a visit!

- the royal rumble’s dust has now settled (poor cm punk, for so many reasons), and a lot of the commentariat has said the entrance songs don’t pop very well since cfo$ left. there’s still plenty of good stock left though - check out our top 5 modern men’s entrance wrestling songs (and don’t worry, the women and a tag-team specific list will join soon - but also, we acknowledge that the acclaimed snuck in here on the merits of max caster)

as ever, we’d actually really like for folks to engage with this, so please feel free to reshare, or let us know in comments what you liked/disliked about this

[evolution-ofa-geek]

Me when Cody Rhodes theme song, Kingdom, comes on

ADRENALIIIIINE! IN MY SOUL! SOMETHING SOMETHING CODY RHODES!

[estheticallychallengedmuses]

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ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵃʷᵃʸ, ᴵ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ᶠʳᵉᵉᵈᵒᵐ ᴴᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ, ᵃ ᵇᵃⁿⁿᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᴵ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ᵐʸ ᵏⁱⁿᵍᵈᵒᵐ ᴺᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵐʸ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵐᵉ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵐʸ ᵏⁱⁿᵍᵈᵒᵐ

an ask blog for Loki from the mcu feel free to ask Loki whatever do be careful though he might try to kill you

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[codchrist]

This Unused Cody Rhodes theme is banger in my opinion

[chazraps]

Yesterday’s Los Angeles Times featured my (Chaz Kangas) piece on this weekend's Wrestlemania and I thought I'd also share my full uncut conversation with Cody Rhodes. Cody and I discussed his return to WWE, what John Cena said to him at the top of the ramp on Monday Night Raw, his serendipitous Road to Wrestlemania against Roman Reigns and Paul Heyman, learning acting from Howard Fine and the book of Uta Hagen, his father's legacy and appearance in Minnesota's Mayslasks Bar in the 1974 Verne Gagne film 'The Wrestler,' his entrance music's different versions by Downstait and Snoop Dogg and more!

https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/story/2023-03-30/wrestlemania-goes-hollywood-by-going-very-very-real

[ferrari-desmosedici-wwe-fc]

Adrenaline, in my soul Every thought out of control Do it all to get them off their feet Crowd is here, about to blow Waitin' for me to start the show Out the curtain, lights go up I'm home (Whoa!)

And my father said, when I was younger Hard times breed better men (better men!) You took it all away, I give it all away Can't take my freedom Here to change the game, a banner made of pain I built my kingdom Now you bow to me You took my dreams but not my name You'll follow me until the end I am my kingdom

[thisismytwocents]

CODY RHODES HAS FINISHED THE STORY!!

CODY RHODES IS THE WWE CHAMPION!!

[ohwhataniight]

more than the world can contain - Chapter 4: A Scandal in Belgravia - Part 2

Part 1

J

Needless to say, I end up calling the Cafe Royal to cancel Sherlock’s reservation because he spends the evening pretty much unconscious, drooling on his pillow.

I have met many women in my time. Not to sound cocky, but I’ve always had my way with the ladies. Yet no one had prepared me for Irene Adler. Dear God, for the amount of dates I’ve been at recently, it’s quite pathetic to think that this is the first time this year that I’m seeing a woman fully naked. Some love life I’ve got. The most frustrating part with this particular woman is, I’m not even in the picture. It’s almost as if I don’t exist. The good doctor, standing on the sidelines of the battle as my colleague and friend participates in the closest possible thing to sex that is not sex in my presence. How am I supposed to feel about that? I have signed up for many things, but being Sherlock Holmes’ wingman isn’t one of them. The sight of Irene Adler wrapped in his Belstaff isn’t making the situation any better. I almost decide I preferred her without it, for reasons other than the obvious.

S

“Shall I tell him?” No. No, no need for that, half naked lady. John doesn’t need that piece of information. Keep John out of this. Leave John alone. “My measurements”. My John.

Great. That’s just great. The blurry blob she refers to as John hovers over me. “Sherlock, are you alright? Sherlock!”

John. John is good. John is nice. Soft. Brilliant, though often underestimated. I’m alright John, don’t worry. It’s the Woman, she messed with my head, I can’t read her. John. John? She’s here, she’s in my head, under my skin. You’re a doctor. Help, John.

“Sherlock, can you hear me?”

Yes of course I can hear you, John, you’re shouting and you’re making my head pound even more and the world is a haze, come back John. Come close. I want to touch you, my dear, most loyal blob. The best blob.

It’s all too bright. Tell them to turn off the lights, John. Don’t leave, John. He’s going to get you, blow you up in the air, and what shall I do without my blogger? Stay, John, it’s getting dark now. Thank you for turning off the lights. You’re the best. My best.

J

“How long has he been like this?” Lestrade asks with a troubled expression, two fingers resting on his tightly pressed lips.

“For a while now. He’s been gurgling and humming gibberish to the floor. Help me get him up?”

“Sure. Just let me get a picture first.”

My moral compass points towards protecting my friend’s dignity, but then again, it serves him just right. We carry him downstaits to the police car. On the trip back home he snores loudly, spread out on the backseat with his head on my lap. I constantly monitor him, making sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit, as Ms. Adler so helpfully advised. Got to trust her judgment in this one, she sure does look used to that sort of thing. To causing it to others.

Greg and I carry him upstairs. Much heavier than he looks, especially when he’s reduced to deadweight. I stay in his room for a while, staring at him sleep. How the tables turn. Eventually I retire to the sitting room, watch some crappy telly. He calls from me every now and then, or rather, he yells in distress, and at those moments, a fist clenches tightly around my chest. At the same time, I can’t help but acknowledge how endearing the whole situation is.

S

“Somebody loves you.”

We’re still in the crime scene in the country, and Irene rudely changes the subject.

“Why are you here, again? Get out.”

“I didn’t recall you wanting me out when I helped you with your boomerang puzzle. Now help me with mine,” the Woman, still wearing his Belstaff, pushes an red-nailed index finger into his chest. “You, Mr. Holmes. Why are you turning down my advances? I can see you’re intrigued by the Game. I’ve been an angel so far. Why won’t you let me show you what it’s like when I play dirty?”

“I could. I might. I’m curious and you seem like an excellent candidate to help expand my horizons. But other than that, I’m neither romantically nor sexually interested in women.”

My gaze drifts away without me realizing it. Usually, in my mind palace, I have complete control. Not when I’m drugged against my will. I want to know exactly what goes in and out of my transport.

“Dr. Watson?” she sighs impatiently. “Don’t bother looking for him, he’s not here. For some reason you did not invite him this time. But do explain to me, while you’re at it, how are you two not married yet?”

I turn around again and my eyes meet her cold, magnetizing gaze. “Impertinent.”

“Why?”

It is my turn to sigh impatiently, and avoid her gaze once again. “Well, as he made perfectly obvious when he first saw you, he’s only interested in women.”

“So you would. If he weren’t.”

“Forgive me, I do not seem to understand what you’re implying.”

“Look at you, hopelessly, catastrophically in love with your straight bestie. It’s a pity, Mr. Holmes,” she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “We could do great things together, you and I. No matter. John Watson is a lucky man. One day he might even realize that.”

“I...” my throat feels constricted, there’s pressure on my chest, I need to finish this sentence but I don’t seem to find the words. “I...” am not in love. I am not in love.

“Hush now. It’s okay, I’m only returning your coat.”

“I...

John? John! JOHN!”