Markiplier Imagines

51. Let's Get Ready To Rummmble!

"Wooo go baby!"

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Matt and Ryan were officially moved out, and that meant you and Mark finally had the place to yourselves! They just needed to stop by tonight to pick up a few things they had left behind.

You and Mark were sitting in the couch, watching WWE. You always thought wrestling was lame, but you watched it sometimes with Mark just for his sake.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong!!!!

That must've been Matt spamming the doorbell. You rolled your eyes. "I'll get it." You said, groaning as you got up.

You opened the door to find Matt's nose on the doorbell with Ryan cracking up behind him. You smiled and opened the door wider, signaling them to come in.

They both walked in and looked at Mark, who's eyes were glued on the screen.

"Mark." You giggled.

"Wha."

"Ryan and Matt are here to pick up their things?" You said.

"Oh right!" Mark jumped off the couch.

Ryan sniggered. "So I see you're watching wrestling. I thought you wouldn't even think of wrestling after the incident." Matt's face glowed, almost as if he was the cause of this 'incident.' He nodded before saying, "Yeah. Looks like Mark The Skull Smasher is practicing for a rematch." Matt said, nudging Ryan.

"Well I'm in no condition to wrestle again." Ryan said, putting his hands up. Matt nodded and put his hands up as well. "I'm out. Ryan and I wrestled last night." He said, blushing. (Ey ship.)

"I'll wrestle you, Markimoo." You said with determination. (I swear if one of you comment an Undertale reference.)

Matt, Ryan, and Mark all looked at each other and began to burst out with laughter.

"She-she said she would-" Ryan said in between laughs.

"Markimoo!" Matt said in between laughs.

"Ahh, that was a funny joke, (Y/N)!" Mark said, calming down. You suddenly felt weak. "I-I can wrestle Mark! And beat him."

That's when the boys began to burst out with laughter again. After they calmed down a second time, Mark clapped his hands twice.

"Okay (Y/N). Here's the bet: We'll both wrestle. Three rounds, Ryan and Matt are the refs. If I win, you have to do anything I tell you to. And that includes the one thing!"

No! You had to win now! There was no way you were gonna do that one thing!

"...And if I win?" You asked. Mark thought for a while. "You can adopt a new dog."

Your face nearly lit up after hearing that. "Deal!" You said shaking Mark's hand.

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You got dressed in comfortable clothing and tied your hair back. Ryan was massaging your back, and Matt was massaging Mark's. The couch had been moved along with the coffee table, and blankets were spread out on the floor to mimic a ring.

"In the red corner," Matt said in an announcer's voice. "we have the buff, the tough, the rough... MARKIPLIERRR!!"

Dead silence filled the room as Mark waved to the invisible crowd.

"And in the blue corner," Ryan said in a WAY better announcer's voice. "we have the mini, the skinny, the tinny-"

"Is tinny even a word?" Matt laughed.

"SHUT UP MATT!"

"the mini, the skinny, the tinny.... (YYYYY/NNNNNN)!!!!!"

Mark cheered softly has you dabbed for the invisible crowd. "Wooo go baby!"

"Round one." Matt said.

"FIGHT" Ryan yelled.

You immediately ran to Mark before he can even think. You pushed him down on the floor, making a big thud. You straddled his back and pinned his hands behind it.

"1, 2, 3..." Ryan counted.

"DING DING DING!!!" Matt mimicked a bell.  "(Y/N) WINS!"

"New puppy, here I come!" You said, climbing off of Mark. Mark got up, dusting himself off. "Well played, (L/N). Well played."

"Round two!" Matt said.

"FIGHT!!!" Ryan said once again.

Mark headed for your shoulders. He began to weigh you down. You managed to stay up and struggle for a long time, but he eventually got you down. You fell on the floor, back first.

Mark then straddled you and pinned your arms down.

"1, 2, 3..."

"DING DING DING!!! MARK WINS!"

You got up and cracked your neck. "You're toast this last round, Fischbach. Watch your back."

"Oooooooo..." Matt and Ryan said at the same time.

"FINAL ROUND!" Matt yelled.

"FIGHT!!!!!!!" Ryan screamed.

"Awh, look! Chica!" You said to Mark, making him turn around.

You hopped on his back, screaming. You began to slap his biceps real hard. You thought you were about to knock him down, when all of a sudden, Mark grabbed your legs and (GENTLY) threw you on the ground, making a loud thud.

"...Ow..." You moaned.

"AND THAT'S THE GAME!" MATT SCREAMED.

"NOOOOOOO!" Ryan screamed. He had been rooting for you this whole time, and he also bet Matt $75 that you'd win!

You lay there on the floor, staring at the ceiling, watching Matt and Mark rejoice.

Great. Now you were gonna have to do that one thing.

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A/N: I thought this idea was cute! Hehe!