I am so hyped and lost in thoughts of Hyberblaze and the absolute bragging rights and snark that would come from this.
Someone PLEASE talk to me about Hyperblaze (and about those killer fights as well.)
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I am so hyped and lost in thoughts of Hyberblaze and the absolute bragging rights and snark that would come from this.
Someone PLEASE talk to me about Hyperblaze (and about those killer fights as well.)
“We didn’t cheat.”
Maybe not but you still broke the fucking rules????????
rejoice, silly be upon ye
OOC: Wow!! I've been so busy last while I haven't been able to keep the blog active, but this is going up immediately! A silly man just in time for his victory last week!
Skorpios what the fuck.
thoughts on black dragon and/or minotaur also? :O
Black Dragon is more on my radar than they were at the start of the season, so gonna take a crack at this now.
BLACK DRAGON: Nobody likes getting in the ring with Black Dragon because they know that if they do, the match is going to go to the end bell and a judge's decision. He doesn't always win, but he always makes it to the decision and it always hurts anyone he's going against like hell. Nobody says this out loud of course, but the sympathetic grimaces from people who see the poor bastard lined up to fight Black Dragon say more than enough.
Black Dragon is best friends with Copperhead. They have similar fight styles, and so they make fantastic sparring partners to warm up with, and when one of them hops in the ring, more often than not the other one will stop what they're doing to come over and watch the fight.
Black Dragon has a little duck tattoo that he thinks brings him good luck. He's also pretty fond of Duck (the fighter, not an actual duck), and feels that it's pretty unfair that Duck keeps losing fights just because he takes hits better than he can throw them (which is not at all.) "I'm just saying, if a guy hits you so hard that he breaks his hand and can't fight anymore while you still can, you deserve the win." MINOTAUR: Very quiet, no real obvious friends around the gym, and he never really hangs out with any of the others outside of the ring, so nobody knows much about him.
He's actually a very laid back guy when he's not beating someone's face in, and even though he's quiet, if he does get into a conversation with someone he's a pretty nice guy. He doesn't tend to enjoy people like Hypershock, Ribbot, Ripperoni... anyone high energy. He tends to get along best with guys like Shatter, and surprisingly even Tantrum, though that's largely because they don't chatter much and are more likely to just put their fists up and shut up.
When he's not at the gym, he's actually a pretty big gamer. Normally not something to keep to himself because gaming is pretty common nowdays, but he does keep it to himself because anytime he tells someone he likes games, they immediately ask 'Oh, what's your favorite type of game then?' and he doesn't like to respond to that question with 'dancing games'. He likes that they give him some pretty good exercise, something about keeping the rhythm hits him right, and it gives him good memories from family gatherings when his younger cousins would ask him to play very similar games.
If anyone ever caught him playing one on his own though, he doesn't know if he would be able to let them live...
TRITON GOT HIS BACK BLOWN OUT 😭😭😭
I finally get to come back online after almost two weeks and this is what I return to.
Triton: I did not "get my back blown out", I got sucker punched in the fucking back of the skull.
Copperhead: Was it as good for you as it was for me, baby?
Triton: . . .
materializing at you to say tombstone has always been the strong, silent type and witch doctor in my brain also has literal magic but idk if that lines up w This as well as just. Robots
Witch Doctor 100% tries to convince others around the gym that she has actual magic, but most of them, of course, don't believe her.
Most of them.
Some of the dumbasses who aren't entirely convinced that Witch Doctor isn't actually magic are:
Ribbot Ripperoni MadCatter Huge (upset about it) Shatter (Only because Ribbot keeps offering "evidence") She only really uses it to tease the bots who believe her, because she doesn't need real magic when she's got biceps that could kill a man. * Tombstone has always been a pretty quiet fella, but at the same time, he really doesn't care for all these young kids taking over the gym and not taking the sport as seriously as he does. Sure, some of them hit hard, but he's got the skills and trophies to show that he's someone to respect. Too bad he doesn't actually have the respect of a lot of the current members of the gym. They all know not to underestimate Tombstone, but they also know that he's hardly impossible to take down, and well, Tombstone is getting up there in game. Definitely the type of guy to, if he does get into a conversation with one of the other members, start every conversation off with 'back in my day'. Real boomer energy, but he is willing to offer genuine advice to the newer members when he's not knocking them flat on his ass or lamenting about the fact that he's not the current champion.
Tombstone: Now back when I was the champion we didn't do things like this, we had some respect for the sport. Endgame: Alright that's nice, Grandpa, but isn't there some early bird special you should be getting to?
i want to know about some of your RIPperoni headcanons! They give off big dork energy but I wanna know what you see them as
Ripperoni is a big goofball! He and Ribbot immediately hit it off because they're both massive dorks, but at the same time Ripperoni hasn't exactly found his place at the gym just yet. He's kinda like a little lap dog in the sense that he's not the biggest guy in the gym, but he sure likes to act like he is. He'll jump at the chance to take on anyone and everyone, and he'll do it with a smile whether or not he's winning or losing. Nobody has really been taking him too seriously, and he hasn't been taking himself too seriously either, even though when it comes down to it, he really can hit like a fucking truck. As soon as he joined the gym, he started trying to challenge the biggest, baddest guys there to try and establish himself as a good fighter. He wanted to go for Tantrum, the champ, but Tantrum was VERY uninterested in fighting a rookie that joined the gym earlier that week. Endgame didn't care how new the guy was, if Ripperoni wanted to get his lights knocked out, then so be it. Endgame is damn near as cocky as Ripperoni, but he's actually got the records to back up his big talk, so when the two of them climbed into the ring with each other, there was a lot of loud boasting and showboating between the two of them. Like a couple of annoying peacocks trying to show off for the other, and the bots watching. It was all fun and games until Endgame fucking tripped on his shoelace that had come undone, hitting the mat hard and ending up flat on the ground before Ripperoni could even take a swing. It made Ripperoni lose his breath laughing, but thankfully wasn't enough to start a countdown. It didn't matter much because it shook him, and as soon as he got back to his feet, Ripperoni went to town on him.
By the time the match was over, they were both battered and bruised, but both were laughing and smiling, with Endgame leaning heavily on Ripperoni as they hobbled out of the ring together, but Endgame had to concede that hey, maybe he really shouldn't underestimate the power of rookies, or they might just leave you flat on the matt.
Endgame gave Ripperoni a pair of his shades after that fight, and Ripperoni hasn't taken them off since he got them. Both because he likes them, and because they cover up the nasty shiner Endgame gave him.
hc that sawblaze is one of the hardest workers in the sport and all of his friends always try to loosen him up or get him to hang out for just ONE weekend but he's always training
I could 100% see this for Sawblaze, but there IS one bot that trains harder and more constantly than him, and that's Minotaur. Those two are the ones most likely to run into one another at like 5 AM when the rest of the bots are still asleep, ready to ignore the absolute shit out of one another and train. There was one time that Sawblaze asked Minotaur to spar with him in those early hours of the morning, but he really underestimated just how seriously Minotaur would take even a simple warm up match, and how seriously he himself would take a simple warm up match so seriously either. By the time other bots start to trickle in and the place officially opened, there were already a couple of bloody noses and busted lips that needed to be tended to. Sawblaze can be dragged out for a weekend every once in a while, but he has to really, REALLY like whoever he's fond of, or if someone invites him out to celebrate a big win or event, then he's fairly likely to say yes and go out for a drink or two, but if anyone even tries to hang out with him for a few minutes during the season, they're likely to get a hard pass. Sometimes it can come off as Sawblaze being too serious about it, like he's giving people who just want to hang out with him a cold shoulder or like he might not like the people he sees every day in the gym. That couldn't be further from the truth though, because when Sawblaze does take the time and just relaxes, he's an incredibly friendly fella. He can hold his liquor with the biggest guys there, and unless you're giving him shit, he'll try and be friends with pretty much anyone who approaches him.
Easiest way to get Sawblaze to go out and take a night off is to offer to buy him food. He loves just hanging out with close friends over lunch or dinner, and if you've somehow pissed him off, then a good meal is a fantastic way to make amends. He'll also return the favor to someone after a particularly hard fight to show that there's no hard feelings either way.
He's been buying people meals more often as of late, and it's become a running joke around the gym that if you want some free lunch, just challenge Sawblaze to a fight in the ring. You might get a bit busted up, but when you're broke and hungry, sometimes it's worth it to take a punch to get something to eat.
(But really he would probably take anyone who genuinely needed it to lunch even without fighting.)
Please, for the love of god, send me some Bot headcanon requests (or just headcanons YOU have) so that I can just word vomit about these stupid humanized robots
Just a couple of snippets from the Hyperblaze mess I have been on and off working on. Not sure if it will actually get finished, so just enjoy them as little bits.
“Get up.” All Hypershock could do in response was wheeze, rolling over onto his back as he stared up at the ceiling. He could taste blood, likely seeping onto his tongue from his busted lip, or maybe even a tooth it was hard to tell. His world was spinning around him with that last hit he took, and all he could even hope to focus on was the man slowly circling around him, and the sound of the referee counting him out.
“Did you hear me? Get up!” Sawblaze spat, eyes locked on where Hypershock was laid out before him, beaten and bloodied but grinning all the same. Hypershock was fucking with him no doubt, throwing the damn fight because Sawblaze knew that there was more fight left in him. It’d be all over too fast, too soon if Hypershock went down now and didn’t get back to his feet and get himself back in this damn match. “I know you’re not done...”
Thankfully, much to Sawblaze’s relief, Hypershock gave a weak laugh and rolled himself over again, this time pushing himself up onto his hands and knees as the countdown continued. Sawblaze took half a step back, waiting to see if he could actually get back to his feet, or if he’d finally knocked something loose in that big dumb head of his. The count gets low, but before the match can be called, Hypershock pushes himself back up, stumbling just a little before getting his fists up in front of him. When he flashed Sawblaze the best winning smile he could muster right then, his teeth were stained with blood. He looked ridiculous. Hypershock always looked ridiculous.
“Good.” Sawblaze huffed, catching his breath for half a second before he motioned for Hypershock to come at him with everything he had left.
* * *
“Up,” Sawblaze muttered, staring down at Hypershock as he leaned over him. He slipped his hand down, resting his palm against Hypershock’s throat, pushing up on his chin to make him tilt his head back and look up at him. “Get up.”
Hypershock’s eyes were wide, locked on the man standing in front of him like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Maybe Sawblaze really had knocked something in his head loose with that final hit? Maybe he was just finally going crazy. Maybe he was reading far too much into what Sawblaze was saying, how he was touching him. Looking at him. The stunned expression on Hypershock’s face slowly melted into confusion, brows furrowing and the beaming smile that he’d been wearing since the two stumbled out of the ring finally turned to a frown.
“Wha-”
“You heard me, get up, Hypershock.” Sawblaze cut him off with a commanding tone, eyes narrowed as he gripped Hypershock’s throat, just enough to pull him up, but not so much to actually cut off his breath. Hypershock followed his hand beautifully, scrambling to his feet at Sawblaze’s order. As soon as he was standing, Sawblaze gabbed Hypershock’s shirt with his other hand to pull him around, turning and shoving him back against the lockers with a loud clatter.
“Awe, hey c’mon ‘Blaze!” Hypershock said with a bit of a nervous laughter, holding his hands up in a defensive manner. “You already won the fight, what else do you want?”
You. Just you.
“An apology would be nice.” Sawblaze said instead, keeping his hand placed firmly over Hypershock’s throat, though he didn’t press into it. “That was a cheap fucking shot there at the end.”
“You should have floored me when you had the chance then.” Hypershock said lowly, breath hitching as Sawblaze stepped closer. So close. “Never going to win the tournament if you don’t go in for the kill now and again.”
“Big talk for the guy who lost today’s fight.” Sawblaze said.
“No apologies.” Hypershock said firmly, but as he spoke, his eyes darted down for just a split second, landing on Sawblaze’s lips before he locked eyes with him once more. “I’ll kiss your booboo better for you though, if you’d like?”
RIPPERONI MY LOVE
are we gonna get bluge now lmao
Tantrum: N0, fuck that, fuck you. He damn near split her in two!
Blip: God I wish he would...
Tantrum: SHUT-
DOOMBA
Refering to Sawblaze as the Prince of Pain is a very sexy thing to do.
Tantrum and Bloodsport from something I am working on
I never did reblog these here, so some of my earliest sketches for Bloodsport and Tantrum.
“you just couldn’t keep your hands off me, huh?”