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render-bomb · 3 months

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Happy Valentine's Day wrestling nerds

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew nerds #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe #njpw wrestling #njpw #indie wrestling #wrestling nerd #death match wrestling

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cynthrey · 2 months

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continuation to this piece cuz scott also deserves a wittle bit of a gay panic

#empires smp #empires s1 #empires mythicalsausage #empires scott #empires joey #empires xornoth #scosage #my art #mythicalsausage #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #xornoth #joey graceffa #honestly i think i could have made sausage bigger #this man is top quality beef and i will die on this hill #continuation to this continuation of sausage and xornoth wrestling coming up eventually XD #also sorry to any sword nerds if you are not meant to nail your sword to the ground like that

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jockifyme · 1 year

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Graham presses his hand into the panel at the front of the water fountain, bringing his head down as he begins to slurp up the ice cold water. He looks down the hallway as he continues to drink, the building empty save for the theatre students running through the play for the third time that day. He faintly hears his cast mates half-heartedly reciting their lines as he wipes his mouth with his forearm, beginning his walk back to the theatre.

“Hey!” A gruff but familiar voice echos from behind him. Graham turns around and sees Travis, one of his classmates and probably the most popular guy at the school. Even though they were both sophomores, Travis more accurately resembles a roided up third year senior. He’s got a high faded buzzcut and a square jawed face, the quintessential meathead jock look. But from his interactions with him, Graham considers Travis a nice guy. he’s wearing their university’s wrestling uniform: a charcoal gray singlet with yellow and red stitching and the letters of the university’s city, San Ventura, plastered across the front. Underneath the letters, two humanoid shapes grapple each other.

“Uhh, what’s up, Travis?” Travis starts walking toward Graham, his wrestling shoes squeaking against the tiled floor. As he gets closer, Graham notices the beads of sweat glistening across his skin, the singlet doing very little to hide the movement of his muscles with each footfall. Graham takes a couple steps back, not looking away from Travis.

“Why are you acting so weird, dude?” Graham asks as he takes a few more back steps. Travis flashes a smile as he picks up his pace, transitioning to a jog as he continues moves closer to Graham.

Utterly freaked out, Graham turns and runs, looking over his shoulder to see that Travis has also begun to run. His heavy foot steps sounding closer to Graham with each passing second as Graham races toward the theatre.

“Dude, stop! What the hell?!” With the door to the theatre in sight, Graham pushes his body, trying to get his legs to move faster, but as he begins to reach out his arm, two sweaty, burly arms grab his around the waist and swing him backwards, away from the door.

“Let me go! This isn’t fucking funny!” Graham tries to writhe himself free, but he’s no match for Travis’s hold on him. The jock drags him to a door down the hall from the theatre’s door, labeled, “Men’s Locker Room.” He kicks the door a couple times, maintaining his grip on Graham, entering the locker room as it’s opened by two of his teammates. The other two jocks watch as Travis drags the puny theatre nerd into the dark room, pinning him against a row of lockers.

“Get the gear,” Travis says calmly to one of the jocks. Graham renews his struggle as he sees one of the jocks, one he doesn’t recognize, reach into a gym bag and pull out a set of yellow wrestling headgear. The third jock that had been standing there joins Travis in holding Graham in place as Travis slowly releases his grip on him.

“Please stop,” Graham says exasperated, tired from his near constant struggling since Travis first grabbed him. Travis takes the headgear in his hands as the jock that fetched it now joins in on the “pin Graham to the lockers” game. Their muscles glisten in the low-light locker room, both of them dressed in the same singlet as Travis, with short-cut hairstyles that Graham guesses is so no one can grab it while wrestling. Travis pulls a few straps on the headgear, loosening it up while inspecting Graham’s puny frame. The small theatre nerd looks like a stick figure next to his two teammates. He’s wearing a T-shirt with the university’s drama club’s logo on the front, and his blue jeans hang off his skinny legs. A pair of dirty vans cover his feet, recently scuffed from trying to escape Travis’s grasp not too long ago. He’s got long brown hair, curly and unkempt—not good for wrestling.

With the headgear straps loosened up, Travis takes the foam headgear and positions it over Graham’s head.

“Dude, what are you doing?!” Weirded out and without a response, Graham decides to let this play out so he can get out.

Travis methodically fastens the straps around Graham’s head. Graham feels as Travis’s hands reach around and tighten two straps running across the back of his head, one across the crown, and one running across the top of his forehead. The straps press against his skin, and with the tightness, his sense of hearing is muffled. He looks up as Travis nods at the two jocks on either side of him. They release him, letting him stand on his own.

He takes a breath as he plans to make a break for it, and he goes for it. But, his body does not follow. Instead, he walks over to the open gym bag that the jock grabbed the headgear from in the first place. He reaches inside, and against his will, he pulls out a singlet. He tosses it on the metal bench in front of the lockers as he begins to undress. Blushing furiously, he lifts his t-shirt over his head and lets it drop to the floor. Next, he steps out of his shorts, revealing his baggy boxers underneath. He sits on the bench and bends over to plop off his socks and shoes. Almost fully undressed, he finds himself breathing shallower. He looks down to see his body is covered in sweat. Travis smirks at him as Graham’s body turns to grab the singlet. With it in hand, he pulls down his boxers and steps out of them. Utterly mortified, Graham body shakes the singlet out. Holding by the straps, he steps into it and shimmies it up his body, the sweat from his body being absorbed into the fabric as it makes its way up his body. The singlet had definitely seen the mat many times before, with the pungent odor of sweat and must quickly filling his nostrils, making him dizzy. He mindlessly readjusts his enlarged dick in the tight fabric as he turns back to the bag. He sits back down again and pulls out a pair of black socks and black adidas wrestling shoes. As he’s putting on the socks, his breathing changes. He begins to instinctively take deeper breaths, pushing against the almost constrictive spandex, with each breath feeling like his lungs are getting bigger, taking in more oxygen.

Travis and the two jocks watch as Graham begins to grow before their eyes. As he pulls the socks over his feet, they lengthen, pushing further and further into the sock. His legs do the same, growing in the length and definition—his calves pop out as his thighs begin to show some shred. Underneath the singlet, the three can see Graham’s pecs billow, straining against the fabric of the singlet. His arms are next, growing similar to the arms that grabbed him only a few minutes ago. His biceps and deltoids pack on muscle, crucial for taking down opponents on the mat. His hands thicken as he begins to tie his shoes, losing their delicacy and growing to grapple.

Graham feels like crying, but his body won’t let him. He watches in terror as his hands shake and change before his eyes as he goes to tie his new wrestling shoes. His fingers shorten and thicken, and as he ties his last shoe, he feels a tickling feeling from his head. He starts to stand, and he sees a pile of hair on the bench and floor below where he had been sitting. Travis opens one of the lockers, revealing a small mirror that had been attached to the back. Graham gasps as he sees himself: Underneath the headgear, his long hair had been reduced to a fade to match the three jocks standing in front of him. The fade is tight against his scalp on the sides, with length only on top. A tuft of hair billows out over his forehead, the only thing separating him from Travis’s military-grade buzz. He feels sick as he continues standing, and though trembling, his body reaches up and takes the last strap of the headgear, the chinstrap, in his hand. He reaches his other burly hand up and confidently tightens the strap under his chin, tightens it, and clicks it into place. With this resounding click, Graham’s vision zeroes in on his reflection in the mirror.

Travis and the other two jocks watch as Graham stares at himself in the reflection, his body twitching ever so slightly as his old personality, memories, and life are wiped. He’s gonna be one of them now: A C-student that’s riding a wrestling scholarship, spending his free time at the gym or at parties. A complete and utter-

“Bro!” Travis is snapped out of his soliloquy as Graham goes to dap him up.

“Bro!” Travis reciprocates the dap and pats his new teammate Graham on the back. “Dude we’ve gotta get outta here. The janitor’s gonna wonder why we’re still here so late after practice.”

“Fuck, dude, you’re right. Let’s get out of here.” Graham grabs his gym bag and stuffs his headgear into it. He grabs a pair of gray sweatpants from within and quickly changes into them. Following his teammates into the night and his new life as a jock.

Graham after his first (?) wrestling match, two weeks since incident.

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Also, thank y’all so much for 1,400 followers! That’s insane. Thanks for the support of my sporadic uploads

#jock tf #male transformation #jock transformation #male tf #transformation #jock #muscle #musclegrowth #reality change #wrestling #wrestler #wrestling transformation #wrestler tf #tf #nerd to jock #nerd to wrestler #dumber #dumbing down #iq loss

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awesome-shoes-with-wings · 2 months

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drags this over to you like i'm a cat with a fresh kill @hedgehodgy

This was supposed to be done days ago! But turns out I still had a lot to learn about light and shade - and then I spent all day today trying to draw a good bookshelf.

This is art for the wonderful fic Mercy Upon Ourselves! At this point, dear writer, you have graced us with the Great Cliffhanger of Chapter Twelve. I will continue hanging from this cliff with utmost patience.

Close-ups and excerpt is below the cut!

As he stepped into the living room, however, Percy immediately wished he’d stayed in his bedroom. There was Poseidon - asleep on the sofa, still wearing yesterday’s clothes. Percy felt almost violently out-of-place as he stared at his sleeping father, whom he barely knew, and watched him snore softly, drool shining at the corner of his mouth. - Mercy Upon Ourselves, Chapter 4

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the-kipsabian · 4 months

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#kip sabian #aew #all elite wrestling #aewedit #wrestlingedit #wrestling #night gifs #i just really like the parts where hes stupid and cringe #like wrestling? whatever look at this NERD #my beloved #kip in a box #(rp blogs dont reblog; saving and other personal use with tag credits is fine)

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vashito · 8 months

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in terms of the zero-g girls,what male and female wrestlers would you consider their most notable move/skillset basis? malu for example gives me vibes of samoa joe,umaga and jacob fatu,tak naturally no doubt has many a hardcore and deathmatch type past and present

absolutely, and not just wrestlers but each kinda represents a style of a different promotion that i like Malu moveset is def Umaga / Yoko, big power moves, samoan drops, also can fly with big splashes. a bit of Bam Bam in there. Tak's moveset heavily based on Foley / Mox type. she's ECW. Yuna works a king's road / strong style like kobashi / misawa, or like Meiko Satomura, lots of strikes. she's AJPW / AJW Stellar is more high speed joshi type, like AZM / Starlight Kid. She's kinda Dragon Gate inspired as a style CKO is mma style / shooter / catch. like Shayna / Taz / Joe moveset. so she represents UFC / Pancrase / IGF style Dagmara is power moves, heavy hits, shes like undertaker / vader type, some Nash vibes mixed in there. shes WWF style. and Blue Corazón and Corazón Sombrío are lucha libre, mexican high flyers, if Blue is like Mysterio then Sombrío is her Psicosis, Super Crazy / Penta / Fenix / Vikingo types. AAA / CMLL style.

#zero-G wrestling #im a big nerd for this stuff #wrestling #wrestling ocs

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chasesstarlight · 1 year

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I was not necessarily expecting the marquee feud for this Wrestle Kingdom to be Final Fantasy v. Assassin’s Creed, but sure. :D

#wrestle kingdom 17 #njpw #wk17 #kenny omega #will ospreay #nerds

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somegrumpynerd · 1 year

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While we're doing soriel propaganda we can't forget how these dorks fight to impersonate each other over texts to you

#Soriel #Sans #Toriel #Video of all the texts linked for convenience!#I'm just always thinking about this so much #They're such absolute nerds and it warms my heart #I just have to imagine everyone else in that final room watching them wrestle for the phone while giggling like kids #Thinking that they just met like 10 mins ago and wondering what is up #My Art

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render-bomb · 5 months

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Made a shop selling random wrestling themed merch. Right now it's clothing only (different style T-shirts for those who, like me, hate the high neck of unisex) but we plan on adding mugs and, my favourite, teddy bears with steel chairs!