Open To: Anyone.muse: Noah Thorn. 26-32. Professional Wrestler. ( Emma D'arcy Fc )

open to: anyone. muse: noah thorn. 26-32. professional wrestler. ( emma d'arcy fc )

"relax, it's just a bump. it’ll be gone in a day or two, tops."

Chris Masters vs. Curt Hawkins WWE Superstars (January 20th, 2011)

"no way you're actually begging already, man. we literally just got started." travis chuckled, a smirk creeping across his face as he casually perched on archie’s lower back, setting up for his next move. it had pretty much become a ritual at this point - the three of them hitting up the gym’s private ring whenever they could, testing out new moves, and, more often than not, archie ending up as their personal crash dummy. not that he complained. i mean, how could he? travis and nash liked to think they were just that good.

"chill out, dude. archie just might have something up his sleeve," nash chimed in, lounging a few feet away, arms folded across his chest. the corner of his mouth pulled into a grin as he watched travis reach under archie's jaw and slowly pull it back, bending his back in the process to fully lock in the camel clutch. "though, yeah… you do look kinda stuck right now, bro. i’d be sweating a little if i were you."

@neckbreakers

"Ooph!" Archie groaned as his friend slammed on top of him with enough force to make the ring shake; it left him winded and dazed. He hardly had time to gather his bearings when he felt his arms being pulled back and over someone's knees, "Fuck. No. Please..." He tried to struggle as he was slowly manuevered into place; the tightness of his wrestling shorts betraying how much he enjoyed their practise. "Not the camel clutch!"

open to: m/nb. muses: darius stratus. 38-45. owner of a famous wrestling promotion/occasional wrestler & layla diamond, 25-30, valet/manager. ( chris hemsworth fc & christina aguilera fc ) plot: darius has just won his latest match and is back in his dressing room to celebrate. the three of them could be in a polyamorous relationship, or your muse could be a friend, co-worker, or anything along those lines. feel free to assume any connections.

“so… how’d i look out there?” he asked, though the smug grin on his face already gave away the answer. he flexed both arms, muscles bulging as he put on a full-blown gun show for the two people in his dressing room. "bet you couldn't keep your eyes off me, huh?" he boasted, dropping the pose with a chuckle before resting his hands on his hips. "anyway, what’s the plan now? are we heading out for a fancy dinner to celebrate me, or is one of you feeling brave enough to whip up something back at the hotel?”

layla leaned back against the couch, her arms crossed with a smirk on her lips. "you already know you crushed it, show-off," she teased, her eyes scanning his flexed biceps before rolling them dramatically. "as for dinner… please. you know damn well i’m not stepping anywhere near a stove. but i’m down to celebrate your big win out somewhere fancy. that is... unless someone else feels like showing off their cooking skills tonight?" she threw a playful glance toward the other, eyebrow raised in challenge.

getting his skull spiked on the mat was never fun. getting his skull spiked on the mat after getting his ass easily kicked by the rival federation's champion? way less fun. not only did something like that hurt his federation, it also bruised his ego more than he'd care to admit. his world had turned into a swirl of distorted, blurred shapes as he stared up at the ceiling with half-opened eyes. the crowd’s enthusiastic screams and cheers only added salt to the wound as callum’s pinfall victory sealed the night. “enjoy this one, lad...” seamus groaned, the words barely escaping his lips as he felt the weight still pressing him down. leg was still hooked, his body aching, but it was his pride that hurt the most. "'cause next time… i’m sending ya back to yer mum in pieces."

status: open starter

This was supposed to be an exhibition match between two champions. His opponent was from another federation, and this was supposed to be something to boost attention. Well.....it certainly brought eyes on Callum. He dominated the other champion fashioning himself as a 'gorilla' in the ring. He was made to appear more like a puppy dog than anything else. He didn't even finish him with his regular move. He wrapped his arms around him, hoisted him up, and took him down with a jumping sit-out piledriver that shook the ring! He was all grins as he easily hooked the leg and got the pin. "Do yourself a favor and stay the hell out of my ring. And thanks for all the new fans."

his eyes widened slightly at eamon’s words, a mix of surprise and confusion crossing his face as he kept his gaze fixed on his partner. "honey… you don't seriously want me takin' care of foster kids after i retire, do ya?" ray kept his tone soft, but the disbelief was there. this wasn’t part of the plan - not the one he’d had in mind, anyway. the farm was huge, yeah, but he’d figured they’d fill it with animals, maybe even let some family move in if need be. but kids? he knew how to help out with eamon’s daughters when they were all together, but a bunch of them? that was a whole other story. "this ain’t some kinda crisis just ‘cause the twins are growin' up too fast, right?" he let out a dry chuckle, still trying to wrap his head around it.

eamon had expected this response a little, but he'd still quietly hoped for a more enthousiastic response. he understood it though, he'd never wanted kids until the twins just... happened. yet, now, he was longing for his life to mean more than what it did. "i don't want newborns," he spoke, "but i don't know... this place could be so healing for foster kids. away from the city, surrounded by nature and animals. it's so big here, and we have the resources. we could really mean something to those kids." he spoke, quite sure that his 20 year old self would have watched this monologue with disbelief.