I like wrestling fic. I really do. This could probably be gathered from the fact that I write it, but shh, monologuing here. However, there's one drawback to it: the fandom, as a whole, is small and obscure compared to such giants as Star Wars and X-Files. Like a lot of obscure fandoms, trying to find the good stuff is like shooting blind. This has improved since I first started writing in it, back when every other story was a Mary Sue. (Now, every third story is a Mary Sue... but I digress.) Hopefully, I can push some people in my favorite directions. If not, hell, at least I can give my favorite people some credit.

That said, I've owed one story a hell of a lot of credit for a while, and that story would be Rhiannon's You Needed Me. It's a sidestep in her Postcards series, and the one that kick-started my Outlaws muses so hard they still won't shut up. It would help to read the first few stories in there first, but I couldn't resist holding it up on its own. It starts out a dark, twisted little thing, and just gets more skewed by the end because of it. Her Billy is deliciously fucked up, and her Jesse has got some guts. Just the way I like it. Go read. Now. *poke*

Another wonderful writer in the fandom is Bliss. She writes Outlaws fic, which gets her much credit on its own. The fact that it's really good, true to character Outlaws fic, both heart-wrenching and funnier than hell, is another plus. One cute, character rich and subtexty piece that stands out at this moment is Cowboy. It's a stand-alone, set the night that Jesse was on Say What! karioke. It's a warm-fuzzy reminder that even beyond the slashiness, those two are best friends. Guy friends have the best phone conversations...

I know, I know. I ought to do more. There's more coming, I swear.