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rawiswhore · 2 years ago

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Various WWF and ECW Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Saturday Night Fever"

Those female dancers in D Generation X's and Chris Jericho's titantrons were dancers on the World Wrestling Federation's "Shotgun Saturday Night" show at the beginning of 1997.

You wanted to be one of those female dancers on "Shotgun Saturday Night" at the beginning of the year, and you somewhat were when you danced on a table those same dancers have danced on while you wore a cocktail dress, but you could barely be a female dancer on "Shotgun Saturday Night" due to the character you play in the WWF being a classy, elegant debutante dressed in evening gowns that reach your ankles.

Granted, during your debutante gimmick, you have worn some short cocktail dresses and took some provocative photos in wrestling magazines, as well as participated in the bikini contests the WWF made their women's division do at the 1997 Slammy Awards and at a house show.

You've carefully studied how the female dancers on "Shotgun Saturday Night" have danced, and some of their dancing isn't really very good and not all that sexy, especially the one wearing the patriotic American swimsuit where she was sitting on all fours and she looked like she was humping the stage.

But either way, near the end of February 1997, you invited some of the sexiest men in the World Wrestling Federation to the same place "Shotgun Saturday Night" has taken place in, where female dancers have danced on those stages.

The wrestlers you've invited are Jeff Hardy, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Shawn Michaels, Nova and Raven from ECW, and Brian Pillman.

At the end of February that year, wrestling company ECW had some of their stars briefly invade the World Wrestling Federation.

One of ECW's biggest stars Rob Van Dam was a part of the WWF roster in the summer of 1997, he nearly even joined the WWF but then went back to ECW.

It's a shame that when ECW briefly invaded the WWF at the beginning of 1997 that Rob Van Dam wasn't a part of it.

When you invited these male wrestlers, you were dressed in a short spaghetti strapped babydoll negligee that reached your upper thighs.

Hunter, Shawn and Raven all had their long hair hanging down when you invited them and so did Nova, and Nova didn't wear any facepaint or drawn on marker on his face when you invited him to this stage you're going to dance on.

Nova would sometimes wear facepaint and have marker drawn on his face during his Blue World Order days, that's what I'm referring to.

These male wrestlers you've escorted to see you dance were dressed in regular street clothes and not their ring gear.

You would've invited Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith and even the infamous Fake Razor Ramon (played by Rick Bognar) and Thurman Plugg, but you doubt Bret would be interested in seeing you dance.

The fake Razor Ramon may be one of the WWF's biggest flubs, but he was kind of handsome sometimes.

When you invited Shawn, Hunter, Jeff, Raven, Nova and Brian to this same place "Shotgun Saturday Night" has taken place in, the room was completely empty, with no wrestlers in the ring, no dancers on the table and no fans around the ring.

And that's perfect considering what you want.

While Shawn, Hunter, Jeff, Raven, Nova and Brian all circled around this table you were about to dance on with excited faces, you climbed on top of one of the tables that these same "Shotgun Saturday Night" dancers have danced on.

You actually climbed one of the tables that had a rope dangling in the middle of it, and once you stood on this stage next to the rope, your hands grabbed and gripped that rope, where you raised your feet and even your legs off of the stage and wrapped your thighs on top of a massive knot near the end of this rope.

As your hands held on to that rope while your feet were in the air, your body rotated and spun around in circles still keeping your feet up in the air.

You twirled around that rope while you hung on to it, leaning your body sideways.

What you did was something a female dancer did on "Shotgun Saturday Night" involving that same rope.

These male wrestlers immediately knew you were going to swing around on that rope, but they didn't mind it.

With smiles on their faces, many of them clapped their hands and cheered, a few of them like Shawn Michaels and Brian Pillman even whistled at you like how men whistle at attractive women.

That's known as a wolf whistle as it's called.

Your knees were sticking straight up in the air as you swung around that rope, sometimes arching your head back as you're twirling around the rope but your feet are off of the stage, the calves of your legs crossed at the ankles to hang on to that rope.

"Man, I wanna give her a dollar or more" Shawn Michaels said with a grin.

"Maybe we should" Brian suggested.

Some of these men like Shawn, Hunter and Brian agreed with giving you money since you're dancing like a stripper, and those 3 men pulled their wallets out of their pockets and pulled some dollar bills out of their leather wallets, where they slid some money onto the stage.

Is it the best thing for them to throw money at the stage at you since you might slip and fall down on top of it?

Although, you can hear what they're saying.

You'd rather spin around on a steel silver stripper pole rather than on a rope.

After spinning around for a while around that rope, you placed your feet back on the stage and removed your thighs and legs off of the bottom of the rope.

Your turned your body around until your back was turned in front of these wrestlers.

Your ass was sticking out in front of these men and your chest and head were bent, and you began to bounce your ass a little bit while your ass was sticking out.

Your panties were covering your vulva and peeking under your outfit, and while you bounced and jiggled your ass as you held on to this rope, Brian Pillman, Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Shawn Michaels were cheering for you seemingly twerking for them.

Those 3 men all had grins on their faces as you bounced your ass in front of them, and then you began to roll your ass around in a circle while your torso and head were still bent.

You then straightened up your body by raising your torso and head up and one of your hands of your hands let go of the rope, where you began to walk and strut in a circle around that rope with your feet on the stage.

You were a little bit dizzy after spinning around that rope, but at least it wasn't too fast.

Your feet luckily didn't slip on the money that was placed on the stage, and the money on the stage was on the corner of this stage.

Some of these men are tempted into masturbating to you, though would they get arrested?

You stopped walking in a circle around that rope, but you began to sway your hips left and right while your hand held that rope.

One of your arms raised up in the air as you swayed your hips back and forth, where you grinned and smiled swaying your hips left and right, sometimes even rolling your ass back in a circle.

You didn't arch your head back and roll your head around in circles like one of the "Shotgun Saturday Night" dancers did, what she did was a little weird.

"You gonna pick up that money?" Shawn asked, his hand pointing to the money on the stage.

"I will!" you replied.

It was probably a little too soon for these men to give you money.

Your hand let go of the rope you held and one of your arms swayed sideways next to you along with the sway of your hips.

When one of your arms was laying next to you, your opposite arm swayed sideways next to you to the sway of your hips.

While one of your arms swayed, the other arm stayed down, all while you swayed your body and hips.

This dance was a little bit weird.

Speaking of weird dances, you placed your hands on your hips and bent your knees a little bit, where you then let your thighs attach to each other and your knees knock together, only for your legs and knees to separate from each other.

These were the dances you did:

And yes, those are dancers from "Shotgun Saturday Night".

Would you look good if you stuffed the money these male wrestlers gave to you into the straps of your thong?

There are so many male wrestlers you wish could watch you dance, like Scott Hall, Rob Van Dam, Chris Jericho, Jim Powers from WCW, Tommy Rogers from the Fantastics, and eventually wrestlers like Christian Cage and Val Venis.

But those wrestlers are in other wrestling companies they're not allowed to cross over into, although Chris Jericho did nearly join the WWF in the mid 1990's, and Tommy Rogers eventually was briefly in the WWF in the summer of 1997.

There's other wrestlers you wish could watch you dance.

You then sat your ass down on the table you were dancing on, where you raised your legs and feet high up in the air while your legs were attached to each other and lean back your back, but then you lowered your legs down and crossed one of your legs on top of your other leg.

Your panties were exposed when you raised your legs and feet up in the air, which got a pop from these men watching you.

When you crossed your legs, you raised your back up and sat up straight, but your arms crossed each other near the elbows.

This is what you did:

Weird, but this was a dance the women on "Shotgun Saturday Night" did.

Somebody come get you, you're dancin' like a stripper.

Throughout your performance, Raven watched you with a smirk on his face, Nova was smiling at you, Jeff Hardy's hormones were raging deep down inside and he watched you with a smile on his face.

Brian Pillman, Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Shawn Michaels were the most animated during your performance.

Those 3 men were cheering for you (though so was Jeff Hardy and Nova), but Brian and Shawn were the loudest and happiest.

Hopefully no one will steal the money that Brian, Hunter and Shawn gave to you on the stage.

You then stood up on the stage and turned your body around until the side of your body was in front of these men.

With your head turned sideways looking at these men, you jolted and shook one of your hips sideways, jolting your hip in front of these men.

Your arms were up in the air when you pushed your hip forward in front of these men, where they got happy for you dancing for them.

You then rotated your body until your torso was in front of these wrestlers, where your arms crossed each other for a while and then you bent your knees and squatted yourself down a few inches from the stage, only for you to raise your body and straighten your legs back up when you stood.

When you stood up, your arms were crossed at the forearms and above your crotch, which your arms made the bottom of your dress raise up and expose your panties.

Your panties being exposed made these male wrestlers' eyes grow wide and eyebrows raise, giving you a pop and Shawn and Brian wolf whistling at you.

Your hands were pulling the bottom of your dress up without grabbing it, your hands were placed sideways at your hips when the bottom of your dress raised up.

Your forearms uncrossed and separated away from each other, which caused the bottom of your dress to drop down and cover your panties again.

You then bent your chest down forward in front of these men with one of your forearms placed across your stomach and your opposite arm crossing above your forearm at your stomach while you puckered your lips out to blow kisses at these male wrestlers.

Your forearms formed an "x" shape at your stomach, you weren't crotch chopping at these men however.

After your forearms were crossed, you separated your forearms together and then raised your chest and head until you were standing straight up.

You placed your hands on your hips and your mouth went back to a normal shape, where you swayed your hips back and forth.

You then squatted your body down near the stage and let one of your hands slide up from your vulva, where after you squatted you raised your body up until you stood straight.

You then received another cheer when you squatted your body down on the floor.

Although, wouldn't it make sense if your back was facing in front of these men and you squatted down, only for you to raise your body up, basically do a "slut drop" as it's called?

That was the final little dance you did, and you bent down and grabbed the money that these male wrestlers had given you, where you tucked and stuffed their money into the straps of your thong.

You don't care if these wrestlers give you a $1 bill, you already make enough money in the World Wrestling Federation.

In fact, it's a good thing they give you $1 because then they aren't wasting too much money.

After your performance, these male wrestlers circled around the table gave you a round of applause and whistled at you, cheering for you after your dance.

You wish you could've worn a thong bikini during this performance, but you didn't, just because of a moment where you pull your negligee up to show your panties.

Not to mention, if you wore this thong bikini in public, you'd get arrested.

Some of these male wrestlers like Hunter Hearst Helmsley were thinking how you memorized most of the "Shotgun Saturday Night" dancers' dances in order by date, that's amazing.

You didn't do your own dance that you did when you were brief dancer on "Shotgun Saturday Night".

Maybe you could've been a dancer on "Shotgun Saturday Night" as long as you weren't too slutty and risqué.

Sadly, Nova and Raven had to return to ECW, which made you upset.

But luckily, Rob Van Dam joined the WWF for a while, which made you happy.

When other sexy male wrestlers joined the WWF, like Rob Van Dam, Tommy Rogers, Jerry Lynn, Christian Cage, Sean Morley/Val Venis, etc., you did the same dances these women on "Shotgun Saturday Night" did for them.

#shawn michaels #hunter hearst helmsley #jeff hardy #raven #nova #brian pillman #wwf #1997 #90s #shotgun saturday night

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rawiswhore · 11 months ago

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Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Love Spanked"

Hopefully some of you won't be offended over this fanfic, but viewer discretion is advised.

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In June of 1997, you invited some sexy male wrestlers to an arena where the seats were completely empty.

Those male wrestlers you invited were Shawn Michaels, Brian Pillman, RockaBilly and Tommy Rogers of the Fantastics.

You instructed those male wrestlers to stand in the front row in front of the ring, which they did, eagerly awaiting with smiles on their faces about what you were going to do.

All of those male wrestlers you invited had their long hair hanging down, although Brian's hair wasn't long enough to tie back into a ponytail.

Another wrestler you invited with you was Hunter Hearst Helmsley, who also had his long hair hanging down.

You and Hunter walked together into the ring, where you and he stood in front of the ropes near where Shawn, Brian, RockaBilly and Tommy were standing.

Hunter brought a folding chair with him, where he unfolded the chair when he was in front of the ropes closest to the front row and sat in the chair.

When Hunter had a seat, you laid down on Hunter's lap and knee on your stomach.

"Can you see me?" you asked to those male wrestlers in the audience.

"Yeah!" they all answered back, sometimes not in unison.

Some of them held their thumbs up to say they can see you.

Will they be able to see what's happening next?

One of Hunter's hands grabbed your miniskirt and pulled it up, where under your skirt was a thong buried in between your ass cheeks.

Hunter's other hand raised up and he began to repeatedly spank both of your ass cheeks with one hand.

His hand spanked both of your ass cheeks at the same time, not one by one.

Your ass was stinging and turning red as he spanked you, sometimes you even yelped when he spanked you.

He could spank you with anything else such as a paddle.

Was it necessary for him to pull your skirt up?

He can still spank you even when your ass cheeks are covered.

Brian, RockaBilly and Shawn were perking up, the 3 of them all had smiles on their faces and their eyes were growing wide seeing you getting spanked.

Those men were cheering and whistling at you getting spanked.

Brian and Shawn wish they could spank you, and eventually they have spanked you on television---so has RockaBilly when he eventually became Mr. Ass Billy Gunn.

You also wanted Tommy Rogers to spank you on ECW.

Some of those male wrestlers watching you could even pull their cocks out and masturbate to you.

Although, they'd probably prefer it if Sunny was being spanked since she was the WWF's most popular female sex symbol---not to mention was often a sex object.

They'd probably love it if you were the one spanking Sunny!

While it's awesome that they get to see you getting spanked in the ring, the ropes are somewhat blocking you getting spanked by Hunter and it's slightly difficult for those male wrestlers to see you get spanked.

If only you could've gotten spanked by Hunter in front of the front row, but not standing in the ring!

The reason you invited all of those wrestlers to watch you get spanked was because those male wrestlers were over the age of 30, and they're men over the age of 30 watching a young but legal woman getting spanked.

Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith were handsome male wrestlers and they were over 40, Bret was even pushing 40 years old by the time the Attitude era was coming about, and they could've watched you get spanked as well.

Heh, Jerry Lawler could've seen you getting spanked considering he's a dirty old man that objectifies women---especially young women.

There are many male wrestlers you wish could watch you getting spanked such as Scott Hall and Leif Cassidy before he grew facial hair.

While you love Hunter very much and don't mind him spanking you, you wish other men could spank you.

You also wish there were more men in the audience seeing you get spanked, many of those men you want to watch you get spanked are actors like Bill Paxton and maybe even Don Johnson from "Miami Vice", John Ritter and male porn star Shawn Ricks.

There are men of all ages that fill up the WWF's audience, and they'd love to see you get spanked in the ring.

Their wish eventually came true because you did often get spanked in the ring on television.

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This fanfiction was inspired by an episode of the Internet cartoon "The God and Devil Show" where Britney Spears is sent to hell, and because she was dressed as a naughty schoolgirl, the Devil dressed as a nun spanks her with a paddle and dirty old men (and Christina Aguilera) watch her.

That episode was made before Britney's "Oops! I Did It Again" came out, before she danced with a snake and kissed Madonna.

#hunter hearst helmsley #wwf #shawn michaels #brian pillman #rockabilly #tommy rogers

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rawiswhore · 1 year ago

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RockaBilly x Fem Reader- "Kiss Me"

I hope you readers won't be offended over this fanfiction, but viewer discretion is advised.

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In 1997, World Wrestling Federation tagteam the Smoking Gunns had broken up, where both members tried embarking on solo/singles wrestling careers.

During that year, former Smoking Gunns member Billy Gunn got a new gimmick and became known as RockaBilly---a country western singer whose manager was the Honky Tonk Man.

On a "Monday Night Raw" episode that aired in March of 1997, Hunter Hearst Helmsley had a match against RockaBilly, and you were Hunter's valet.

After walking up the stairs that lead to the ring and carefully walking above the rings apron and next to the ropes, you walked to an area where RockaBilly was standing near in the ring.

You began to shout at RockaBilly and berate him, and RockaBilly noticed you near the ring.

RockaBilly strolled to you calmly, and Hunter didn't really walk behind RockaBilly to attack him.

In fact, Hunter was selling a wrestling move and making it look painful, but there's a reason why Hunter hasn't walked behind RockaBilly to attack him.

Once RockaBilly stood right in front of you and very close to you, as you were still squabbling at him, RockaBilly's hands grabbed the sides of your head and pulled your head and face closer to his, where your mouth locked in between his mouth and he kissed you.

RockaBilly's eyes shut as your mouth attached to his, whereas many people in the audience were cheering and outraged seeing him kissing you.

You, on the other hand, were panicking and freaking out, your hands trembling while your arms flailed and waved.

No matter how much you wanted to be freed, RockaBilly wouldn't let you go.

RockaBilly then pulled your face away from his face, where your lips separated from his mouth.

Your face was completely shocked and appalled after RockaBilly had kissed you, your mouth agape and your eyebrows raised while your eyes were wide.

RockaBilly removed his hands off of your head, but Hunter saw what happened to you and HHH was furious.

After RockaBilly kissed you, he turned around and resumed the match with Hunter.

You, on the other hand, left the ring by walking towards the stairs and walking down them, where you continued watching this match.

At least it wasn't Henry Godwinn or the Headbangers kissing you, that's really disgusting.

To be honest, RockaBilly is handsome.

Not to mention, many male wrestlers could've kissed you in this moment.

Shawn Michaels could've done it, although by the end of the year he, Hunter and you would form a wrestling trio.

Brian Pillman could definitely have done it, but he and Hunter would eventually have many matches together this year.

Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith probably aren't the types to do this.

Even that infamous Fake Razor Ramon from late 1996 and early 1997 could've kissed you, but would you readers want to read about that notorious fake Razor Ramon?

Leif Cassidy did pull your face in for a kiss last year at a WWF house show.

While RockaBilly may have kissed Sunny last year, Henry Godwinn kissed Sunny and Chyna.

In professional wrestling, there are moments where a wrestler will kiss the opponent's female valet or manager to embarrass them.

Examples would be when Shawn Michaels pulled Sunny's face in for a kiss, when Henry Godwinn pulled Sunny's and Chyna's faces closer for him to kiss them, Rowdy Roddy Piper kissing Sensational Sherri, when Billy Gunn leaned down and kissed Sunny, and when the Bodydonnas' new manager Cloudy kissed Leif Cassidy to embarrass him (Cloudy was a man dressed in drag).

#rockabilly #hunter hearst helmsley #billy gunn #1997 #90s #wwf

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rawiswhore · 2 years ago

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Val Venis x Fem Reader- "Throw In The Towel"

Many professional wrestlers---male and female---have a signature look to them.

Hulk Hogan has the blond handlebar moustache, Rowdy Roddy Piper has his kilt, Macho Man Randy Savage has those sunglasses and cowboy hats with fringe jackets, the Ultimate Warrior has the face paint and tassels wrapped around his biceps, Bret Hart has sunglasses with matching pink Spandex tights, Shawn Michaels has those tights with slightly torn hearts on them, and the list goes on.

While this wrestler isn't as iconic or recognizable as these aforementioned wrestlers, Val Venis' signature look is having a white towel wrapped around his waistline, where he looks like he came out of a shower, not just with that towel wrapped around his waistline, but also his skin and his hair looked wet.

He isn't the only professional wrestler who wears a towel wrapped around their body, before he was introduced as his Val Venis character in the World Wrestling Federation, you often strolled to the ring wearing nothing but a towel.

And you really actually were naked under that towel, where you'd pull the top of your towel down and flash your barenaked breasts to distract the opponent while working as a valet, not to mention pull a bit of your towel off of your torso to reveal some of your naked body to distract the opponent.

People---especially wrestling fans---have said Val Venis is the female equivalent to you and vice versa, because you and Val are both sexual and promiscuous, at least the characters you play.

Sometimes you still continued wearing nothing but a towel in the ring so you could expose your barenaked breasts to distract the opponent while working as a valet.

And oh yeah, you hooked up with Val both on screen and off screen in the WWF.

On a "Sunday Night Heat" episode in 1999, you approached Val Venis backstage, where his skin had drops of water attached to it.

He was shirtless and dressed in his signature towel wrapped around his waist.

You wore nothing but a towel wrapped around your torso, the top of your towel tucked under your arms and the bottom of your towel reaching near the top of your thighs.

The towel you wore covered your vulva, breasts, ass cheeks and stomach, basically your entire torso.

One part of your towel was tucked and folded into the top of the towel you wore.

The way you wore this towel when you approached Val was how you usually wore towels when you'd stroll to the ring and stand outside it during the match, only for you to pull your towel down to expose your breasts or pull a part of your towel away to show off some barenaked skin.

This is how you wore the towel:

Unlike Val, your hair was not wet when you approached him despite that you wore nothing but a towel, and the skin on your body wasn't even wet and your skin didn't look pinkish from looking like you just took a steamy shower.

Val grinned and smiled as you approached closer to him, and his body was standing sideways in front of the camera as he was filmed on television and as you approached him.

When you appeared on TV and stood right in front of Val---as well as stood so close to him enough to touch him, you were filmed on your side while you stood in front of him.

"Hey!" Val greeted with a grin on his face as you strolled closer to him, his eyes examining you up and down, studying and reading you like a book still with that smirk on your face.

"Hi" you greeted once you stood in front of him. "I know how you wear those towels"

When you mentioned how he wears those towels, your eyes studied him up and down with a smirk on your face, and your voice sounded sexy when you mentioned him wearing those towels.

"You look a little wet" you mentioned, your hands grabbing the top of your towel that covered your breasts. "And I'd love to pull you closer"

Your voice sounded sexy, breathy and seductive when you purred that you'd love to pull him closer.

Your hands grabbed the top of your towel and pulled it off of your torso, exposing and showing Val your nude body underneath it.

However, one part of the towel you were holding was in front of the screen blocking your naked body from being shown on TV.

The part of the towel blocking your naked body was held up sideways.

Val was staring at your naked body that he's seen so many times, his eyes studying your nude torso.

While holding the towel in front of him, you placed the corners of the towel you were holding on the sides of Val's body, where you pulled him closer to you until his torso was touching your torso.

Val giggled and smirked when you pulled him closer to you, and while you still had the towel you were wearing attached behind your back and buttocks, you tried wrapping Val's sides of his body and his back around with the parts of the towel you were holding.

You and Val now both had the towel you were wearing wrapped around each other and sharing that towel, you and Val were both still filmed on your sides as well as his, the towel in front of the camera blocking your nudity.

"Does this mean I don't need to wear my towel?" Val asked you with a grin.

"Maybe" you suggested, shrugging your shoulders.

Val leaned his face closer to your face, his eyes shutting as his lips approached closer to yours while your eyes shut as his lips leaned down to your mouth, where you and Val began to kiss each other.

As you and Val began kissing each other while sharing that towel, the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Began" playing.

#val venis #1999 #90s #wwf #attitude era #wwf attitude #birthday #happy birthday

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rawiswhore · 2 years ago

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Scott Hall, John Sencio x Fem Reader- "Spring Vacation"

During spring break in the late 1990's and even the early 2000's, wrestling company WCW would have these Spring Break themed episodes known as "Spring Breakout".

However, you couldn't attend those episodes due to you being signed to the World Wrestling Federation and being a part of that company.

Because you couldn't attend these spring break themed episodes of WCW in the late 1990's, when you were having some free time and didn't have to rehearse wrestling matches (which you were barely in because the WWF didn't have a lot of women's wrestling matches in 1998, not to mention you were a valets) or promos, you typed and sent some emails to some of the sexiest male WCW stars during spring break, especially around the time of "Spring Breakout".

You typed these emails on your laptop that you carried with you while traveling, and typed these emails when you had some freetime and didn't have to rehearse for wrestling matches.

You knew the emails of some of the sexiest male WCW stars due to you having a brief fling with them when the World Wrestling Federation and WCW exercised at the same gym in 1997 or 1998.

These were the emails you typed and sent to certain male WCW stars:

When you typed an email to Scott Hall, this is what you typed and sent:

Dear Scott,

Hey yo! Yeah, I know it's corny.

Yes, this is me, y/n, the same y/n in the WWF that is the only female member of D Generation X.

Since you're a part of WCW---which has those "Spring Breakout" themed episodes that you even appeared in a few of them, and you guest starred on MTV's Spring Break with the nWo, and I wish I could've been on WCW's Spring Breakout episodes, but I can't because I'm signed to the WWF and not allowed to cross over into other wrestling companies. :(

Spring break is known for having women doing wet T-shirt contests and flashing their breasts, I should know that, and during spring break, I've been backstage doing a few of my own wet T-shirt contests and flashing my tits at the sexiest men in the WWF: Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Sean Morley, and Jacques Rougeau.

They poured water on my tits covered by my white tank top and I let them do that to me.

I've also partied with these men drinking tequila and vodka, I even let them lick tequila off of my naked body and I licked the tequila off of Triple H's torso.

I let Triple H and Shawn roleplay as their DX characters since they're almost like fratboys.

I haven't done any of this on beaches, because I and these other WWF men aren't allowed on beaches during Spring Break (unless I'm doing a photoshoot), we're touring on the road and all around the world.

I wish you and other WCW and even ECW and WWF men could be there to party with me on spring break.

The men I want to party with me are Chris Jericho, Rob Van Dam, Raven, Jim Powers, Nova from ECW, Jeff Hardy, Jerry Lynn, maybe even Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith.

There's more pro wrestling men I want to party with that I haven't mentioned.

I wish you and those men could participate in that wet T-shirt contest with me and pour cold water on my tits and even spray my boobs with Supersoakers filled with water, and I'd dance with you and these men and in front of them as well as flash them my tits.

I wish I could celebrate Spring Break with these men and even some WWF women like Sunny, even John Sencio from MTV.

No doubt you wish you were still in the WWF because of me.

You probably wish WCW Spring Breakout could have wet T-shirt contests and girls flashing their boobs, but WCW is a family friendly wrestling company.

Love,

y/n xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Dear John Sencio,

Hi!

This is the y/n from the World Wrestling Federation.

I saw you on "WCW Spring Breakout" in 1997, and I'm happy and glad you were there.

I've had such a crush on you throughout the 90's, I even tried to hook up with you at Woodstock 1994.

In the WWF, I and the roster aren't allowed to party on the beach during Spring Break, we've been traveling.

But...I have been partying on Spring Break backstage with some sexy WWF men, like Triple H and Shawn Michaels from D Generation X.

I wish you could party with me in the WWF.

I don't just want you to party with me during Spring Break, but Scott Hall from the nWo, Chris Jericho, Raven, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Jeff Hardy from that Hardy Boyz wrestling duo, Jim Powers from WCW, Scott Putski, Chris Benoit, and even some wrestlers from this wrestling company called ECW like Rob Van Dam and Nova.

I can't let them party with me since they're in other places, not to mention not allowed to cross over into the WWF now.

Do you watch wrestling?

Spring break has women doing wet T-shirt contests and flashing their breasts, and I've let the sexiest men in the WWF, like Triple H and Shawn Michaels pouring water on my tits covered by my tank top.

I wish you and those other WCW and ECW men (and some other WWF men that are sometimes in the company: i.e. Jeff Hardy) I mentioned could pour water on my boobs or spray them with Supersoakers and I'd eventually flash you.

I wish I could party with you and those male wrestlers, dance with you all, dance in front of you and drink tequila and vodka.

I could lick vodka and tequila (not at the same time) off of your naked body as well as some of those wrestlers, I even let Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Jacques Rougeau from the WWF and a wrestler named Sean Morley lick tequila off of my naked body.

I can't lick the alcohol off of all of these male wrestlers since some of them have chest hair, and that's nasty.

Since Mike Tyson has guest starred in the WWF, maybe you can come to the WWF sometime in the future.

Love,

y/n xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

You also typed and sent similar emails to Chris Jericho, Raven, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Jim Powers, Chris Benoit (yes, THAT Chris Benoit), Scott Putski, Lenny Lane, Scotty Riggs, The Renegade, and Joe Gomez.

You didn't ask those wrestlers if they watch wrestling since no doubt they do and wrestle themselves.

You also didn't greet these male wrestlers emails with "hey yo!" since that's Scott Hall's catchphrase.

While you do want to party with Scotty Riggs and the Renegade, Scotty began growing facial hair that looked horrible on him.

The Renegade didn't look that bad with facial hair, but you still miss the way he looked in 1996 with a clean shaven face.

You actually thought of sending emails to Jeff Hardy on Spring Break 1998 and even some men from ECW, even if ECW doesn't have a lot of Spring Break themed pay-per-views and episodes.

You sent these emails to these men, despite that your fingers and wrists were beginning to get cramped from all that typing.

Although, sometimes you took breaks from being in front of your laptop since you were on it for too long.

You proofread your emails and copied and pasted them to the next email you were going to send to someone.

Scott Hall definitely wished he could celebrate Spring Break with you, he even sent you an email back and he told you about how he's jacked off to the thought of you doing a wet T-shirt contest and flashing him his breasts.

Chris Jericho and Raven sent you back emails after they read yours, and in their emails, they said they wished they could party with you on Spring Break.

Bret Hart didn't particularly care, he thought it was fitting you were in the current raunchy WWF's Attitude era.

#scott hall #wcw #john sencio #spring break #90s #wcw nitro

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rawiswhore · 10 months ago

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Bret Hart, Sunny x Fem Reader- "Barbie Girl"

This fanfiction is rather weird, but it was based on a dream I had in my sleep.

Hopefully you readers won't be offended over it, but viewer discretion is advised...

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On a "Monday Night Raw" episode that aired in the summer of 1997, there was a moment where Bret Hart was sitting backstage with Sunny sitting on top of one of his thighs and straddling it, where his leg was placed in between her legs.

During this moment, Bret had his long hair hanging down (although he usually does have his long hair hanging down) whereas Sunny showed no emotion in her face, she wasn't smiling as usual or anything.

Bret may have accused Shawn Michaels of having Sunny days (meaning Shawn had sex with her), but now Bret's having some Sunny days of his own by having her sit on his leg!

Speaking of sitting, you were sitting on the floor right next to Bret on the right side, where you were wearing a short white nighty with lavender colored spaghetti straps.

What you wore was similar to a negligee Suzanne Somers wore on "Three's Company", this one:

Laying around you on the floor were these various Caucasian Barbie dolls with blond hair.

You were holding a My First Barbie doll from 1996 in one hand that was dressed in a baby pink colored teddy romper from 1980 and a Loving You Barbie from 1983 wearing a towel from the Glamour Bath and Shower set that was wrapped around and covering her naked body.

Some of the Barbie dolls around you were the Sixties Fun Barbie, Walmart's 35th Anniversary Barbie, a Party Time Barbie dressed in a psychedelic mod teddy from 1980, Locket Surprise Barbie, Southern Belle Barbie, Sunflower Barbie, Blossom Beauty Barbie, Tropical Splash Barbie, Birthday Surprise Barbie, Sparkle Eyes Barbie, a Russell Stover Candies Barbie that was wearing just a white Fashion Fun tank top with matching short shorts from 1980, a Party Time Barbie dressed in a hot pink teddy from 1980 from the Beauty Secrets doll, and a City Style Barbie dressed in a white lacy Fashion Fun teddy.

Another doll in that pile was a Barbie knockoff known as Rich and Famous from 1985 that was wearing just a blue towel that was cut shorter to reach her upper thighs.

While you love these Barbie dolls around you, you wish some of the Barbie dolls from your youth---such as Peaches & Cream Barbie and the 1988 Superstar Barbie as well as some current Barbie dolls in 1997 like those Marilyn Monroe Barbie dolls---could've been with you in this promo.

Many of those Barbie dolls laying around you are dressed beautifully and you hate that they're laying on the floor since their beautiful gowns will get dirty, but the floor isn't luckily covered in mud or anything.

Into the camera, Bret Hart stated that he put you in your place.

Because you were the valet for Hunter Hearst Helmsley---who was a rich, classy, aristocratic blueblood, sometimes you would escort him to the ring while you were dressed as Peaches N Cream Barbie, Perfume Pretty Barbie, Magic Moves Barbie, and Crystal Barbie---Barbie dolls from your childhood and youth.

Maybe this is why this moment of you sitting down with Barbie dolls around you exists.

Sable was a female wrestling valet/manager in the WWF in 1997 and she did look like Barbie, maybe she could've been in this promo sitting on the floor with those Barbie dolls instead of you.

Not to mention at the end of the year Sable had that storyline of Marc Mero controlling and abusing her.

At the end of 1997, Aqua released their massive smash hit "Barbie Girl".

#bret hart #sunny #wwf #90s #barbie

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kayfabebabe · 2 years ago

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“This has to be the end.” for Bret boy? 💚

Mango! Oh, sweet Mango. I am so SO sorry that I’ve taken literal months to answer this. I tucked it into a corner of my drafts for safekeeping and I genuinely thought that I’d answered it. That’s my bad! - This was 100% inspired by the song Lyin’ Eyes by Eagles

Bret Hart X Female Reader WARNINGS - Angst. Mentions of cheating/infidelity. Sad times.

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At first, Bret kept his back turned towards you. His head remained lowered as he focused solely on tightening his belt and getting re-dressed at the foot of the bed. Pieces of your clothing were strewn haphazardly around the hotel room. Both of you had been too desperate to get each other naked to care about neatly folding anything or placing them together in a singular pile.

You made no attempt to gather your clothes, preferring to wrap the comforter around your bare body and sit against the headboard. If you delay getting dressed then, maybe, you could escape the heartache for a few moments longer. Saying goodbye, however, was inevitable and, no matter what you did, it couldn’t be avoided.

“Bret, this has to be the end.”

Your voice lacked any type of conviction as, if truth be told, the last thing that you wanted was this to end. Bret was everything. When you first crossed-paths, you were immediately enraptured by his dry humour and heart of gold hidden behind an icy exterior. That initial spark soon grew into a fire that threatened to burn you from the inside if you ignored it. So, you didn’t. You allowed yourself to succumb to the fire, relishing in the heat with any rational thought of the consequences forgotten whenever Bret kissed you.

“Why?”

“You know why…”

Of course Bret knew. The garish ring on your left hand was a constant reminder that you’d bound yourself to an uncaring man. One that sat at the top of an illustrious empire of wealth and riches, never lifting more than a finger and treating people as if they were disposable. He didn’t deserve you. This is a conversation that you’ve had over and over again with every time being the final time. And yet, a week or two later, you’ll find yourself in another hotel room, making the same promises that were never intended to be kept.

The room falls quiet; Bret holding his shirt in his hands before tossing it back onto the floor and clambering onto the bed. You catch a flash of Bret’s hardened expression as he presses a rough kiss to your mouth. It skates that fine edge of becoming too harsh until you lift your hands to cradle Bret’s face and he relaxes again. Leaving never got easier for either of you. Entangled hearts were rarely content with being frequently forced apart, but there was no other choice.

Perhaps, in a different life, you could’ve freely spent your days together and allowed your love to fully blossom.

#Ask Answered #THANK YOU MANGO <3 #I am so sorry this took forever #Bret Hart X Female Reader #Writing #Fanfiction #Angst #Writing Prompt #Bret Hart #Fanfic #Bret Hart X Reader #I'm back on my writing bullshit #Song-Inspired #Prompts

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rawiswhore · 4 years ago

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Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Back That Ass Up"

The 1990's...a time when most rock bands and singers didn't sexually objectify women in their songs and music videos.

A time when popular female singers, from female singer-songwriters to lead singers of bands to R&B singers, barely ever showed their bodies off and used sex to sell themselves.

A time when it seemed like women who defined the decade were sarcastic, deadpan, nonsexualized alt girls like Janeane Garofalo, Juliana Hatfield and Daria from the titular MTV cartoon.

A time where you had riot grrrl bands like Bikini Kill angrily protesting rape and sexual assault.

A time when Gwen Stefani, who was then known for being the lead singer of a band, stating how she's "had it up to here" with sexism while she points to her forehead.

A time when Sonic Youth's Kim Gordon asked "Are you gonna liberate us girls with your male white corporate oppression?" and Queen Latifah making diss tracks towards misogynistic men.

But then...as the 1990's come to a close, just when you thought professional wrestling had dwindled in popularity when so many of their top stars during the 1980's left the World Wrestling Federation, pro wrestling made a comeback in 1996 and 1997 due to Hulk Hogan turning heel and a wrestling company known as WCW was beating the WWF (World Wrestling Federation, not World Wildlife Fund) in the ratings.

What was the WWF to do?

Instead of having a kid friendly product that seemed like a live action Saturday morning cartoon and had their faces of the company not using profanity or adult-like things despite having lots of charisma and being fan favorites with the audience, the WWF by the end of the 1990's became edgier, more violent, sexualized, shocking, trashier, vulgar and "adult like" than ever before.

You could say that the WWF was growing up with their audience who were kids watching the WWF when Hulk Hogan, Macho Man and even Bret Hart and Razor Ramon were the faces of the company that were now transitioning into teenagers who love sexualized women, middle fingers, sexual innuendo, violence and profanity.

Speaking of sexualized women, during the 1990's, when you had hardly any sexualized female recording artists save for a few and rock bands who barely sexually objectified women, by the end of the decade, the World Wrestling Federation would have their women's roster, be it from valets like Debra and Terri Runnels to legitimate wrestlers like Ivory and Jacqueline, participate in bikini contests where they'd be judged for their beauty and dressed in bikinis that left nothing to the imagination, and worse, the women's roster would participate in the infamous "bra & panties" and evening gown matches where women would tear each others clothes and dresses off in the ring until they were down to a bra and thong, or they'd wrestle in bikinis in pools of mud or pudding.

To add insult to injury, this was considered "women's wrestling" by the late 90's and some women would end up winning the World Championship belt for participating in matches involving them tearing their clothes off or "wrestling" in bikinis in pools of pudding or mud.

Plus, the World Wrestling Federation during the late 90's was also a time when you had wrestlers playing pimps that would have groups of prostitutes following them and men who would have half naked women cuddled with them.

And worse of all...some wrestlers played characters that would degrade women, from the Rock telling Chyna she "belongs on her knees", Jeff Jarrett being a misogynistic asshole who thinks men are better than women, some racially insensitive Asian men degrading his wife and someone drugging a woman and marrying her through a drive through wedding whilst unconscious.

After a time where you had feminist-esque female recording artists that almost never used sex to sell themselves, wrote their own music and played their own instruments who performed at those Lilith Fair concert tours (tours that featured all female recording artists), male rock bands and singers who didn't sexually objectify women, the NBA launching the Women's NBA playing legit basketball like men and not dressed in skimpy outfits, and the list goes on for days, the World Wrestling Federation now had most of their female roster participate in bikini contests where they were judged for their beauty and women were mostly there to be portrayed as sex objects and nothing else.

It was like this was a backlash towards Lilith Fair and nonsexualized, feminist female singer-songwriters, rock bands that didn't objectify women, and nonsexualized women in the 1990's in general.

Then again, the WWF's Attitude era as it was known as was a product of its time, popular around the same time other trashy pop culture like the Jerry Springer show, Jenny Jones and Ricki Lake's talk shows, Howard Stern, "South Park", Tom Green, Eminem at his most shocking and Marilyn Manson was at the height of his popularity.

Granted, the 1990's weren't completely wholesome, considering this was also the era of gangsta rap that sexually objectified and sometimes even degraded women, "Baywatch" was a popular show that was just an excuse to see beautiful women with silicone breast implants running on the beach in slow motion in tight red swimsuits, Playboy playmates like Pamela Anderson, Jenny McCarthy, and Anna Nicole Smith were popular sex symbols, Howard Stern was a pop culture icon infamous for sexually objectifying women, and there were even some female singers who used sex to sell themselves during the 90's like Madonna, Janet Jackson, Salt N Pepa, TLC, Adina Howard and more, and by the end of the decade we had the Spice Girls, Lil' Kim, Foxy Brown, Mariah Carey becoming more sexualized, Britney Spears, and Jennifer Lopez getting a record deal.

However, for every oversexualized Adina Howard, there was a Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston. For every oversexed Madonna, there was a Tori Amos. For every band that objectified women, there was a band that didn't objectify women.

Speaking of sexualization, you were one of the many bricks in the wall of the oversexualized women's roster during the WWF's Attitude era.

Not only did you participate in a few of those bikini contests, bra & panties and evening gown matches as well as those mud/pudding/gravy matches where you and another woman wrestled in a bikini, but your character you will always be remembered for playing was a scantily clad, nymphomaniac-like slut who was basically the wrestling equivalent to Madonna during her early 90's sex era and a female Val Venis.

From seducing wrestlers while you wore outfits that left little to the imagination, entering the ring wearing nothing but wrestling belts covering your bathing suit areas, cutting wrestling promos while being gangbanged (though your private parts weren't shown on television), rubbing cum on your body like it's lotion (though it wasn't really cum), wearing outfits that exposed your uncovered breasts not even being covered by pasties, wearing shirts that read "Pervert 69" on the back (parodying Janet Jackson's "Pervert" shirt she wore at the 1995 MTV VMA's), and Ministry Undertaker sacrificing you for being a whore, to roleplaying as a urinal while wrestlers jerk off in your mouth or on your face, becoming one of the Godfather's hoes (and you don't mean "The Godfather" as in the Francis Ford Coppola masterpiece), Triple H and Shawn Michaels undressing you until you lay in the ring wearing nothing but a thong and they pulled a bottle of lotion out and squeezed it to simulate ejaculation, and to top it all off, having actual sex in the ring with Val Venis while over 1000 people watched this in the audience and it was broadcast on television.

The WWF was nearly rated TV-MA almost because of you, and was getting boycotts and protests partially because of you.

However, despite many shocking moments that made headline news and caused controversy and nearly got you arrested for obscenity charges, this particular moment was slightly tame in comparison.

Almost near the end of 1998, during one of those "up next" vignettes that had the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" playing, you were on all fours on your knees on top of a bench in the locker room.

While you were on all fours on top of this bench, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Val Venis, Christian, Test, Jeff Hardy, Steven Regal and Kane were circled around you, standing on your sides.

Triple H had his long blond hair hanging down, not with a ponytail in the back, Shawn Michaels didn't have his hair tied back in a ponytail, and Billy had his hair hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail or in little braids.

You were wearing nothing but a bra and thong and being filmed from behind, and as you were being filmed, you rolled your ass backward and arched it up a few times.

Your thong was buried and snug in between your ass cheeks, your pantyline covering your vulva.

Thankfully, you were shaved down there, not a single bit of pubic hair peeking out from your panty line or your panties, and you didn't have any bumps on your bikini line and thighs.

These aforementioned wrestlers around you were just staring at your ass rolling back, they all smiled from ear to ear, nearly salivating at your mouths.

These wrestlers surrounding you were cheering for you, Shawn even put his fingers into his mouth and wolf whistled at you.

Jerry Lawler sitting at the commentary table was going nuts, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

Grown men and underage boys in the audience are getting a massive kick over seeing you roll your ass to the camera, cheering for you and a few of them wolf whistling at you.

Triple H put his hand in one of his jean pockets and pulled out a dollar, where he slipped that dollar in between one of your thong straps.

Shawn, too, put his hand down the pocket of his slacks, where he pulled out a few dollar bills and his other hand stretched out one of your thong straps, putting that money at your hip, only to let go of your thong strap afterward, letting your thong hold that money.

Val and Billy really wish they could have some money to pull out and make it rain on you, though Billy wears those Mr. Ass shorts and Val is known for wearing a Speedo and a towel over it, neither of their outfits have pockets.

"Is that money!?" Jim Ross asked at the commentary table.

"Somebody better get her a pole!" Jerry Lawler exclaimed, his voice shrill as usual.

Indeed, you could use a stripper pole for this moment, but there sadly aren't any poles in the locker room.

You pulled yourself up from the bench, placing your feet on the bench and standing up on top of the bench, but after you got yourself up, you still continued dancing and shaking your ass.

Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper...

Some of these wrestlers surrounding you pretended to be shocked by when you assembled yourself up from the bench, their eyes bugging out and their mouths dropping open as well as walking a few steps back as if to act like they're shocked, only for them to smile after their mouths were agape.

Once you stood on top of the bench, you placed your hands on your knees and stuck your ass out, rolling your ass backwards and sometimes even shaking and bouncing your ass, basically twerking.

You smiled and your head was slightly turned looking at your rear whilst you rolled your ass backwards, hands on your knees, shakin' ass on your thot shit.

Triple H, Billy, Shawn, and Val were looking at you, smiling from ear to ear, especially Billy Gunn who placed one of his hands on your ass cheeks and squeezed it.

Hey, his nickname is Mr. Ass, that's why he did that.

You turned your body around and gyrated your ass and hips around in a circle, rolling your hips to the beat of the guitar riff of that Slam Jam song, and as you did that, you lifted your hands off of your knees and grabbed one of your bra straps, where you slid that bra strap down on of your arms, teasing the audience.

You looked at the camera filming in front of you with this "come hither" expression on your face.

Just as it looked like you were gonna take your bra off, the camera then cut to commercial.

Bah.

You wanted to do so much during this moment; besides spin around a stripper pole, you also wanted lie on your back on the bench with your legs spread up and shaking your ass, squat down on the bench and spread your legs out with your hands on your knees, but this moment was short.

Y'know, since you were roleplaying as a stripper and some wrestlers were pulling money out and sticking it in your G-string, you're surprised Vince McMahon, the CEO and boss of the WWF and pretty much the Ted Debiase Sr. of the Attitude era (and Ted DeBiase Sr. was known for playing a millionaire in the 80's and early 90's) wasn't in this segment pulling dollar bills out on you.

Though, Vince McMahon is a snake, even when the cameras aren't rolling.

#triple h #shawn michaels #billy gunn #val venis #test #wwf #attitude era #wwf attitude #1998 #90s #fanfiction #jeff hardy #steven regal #christian

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rawiswhore · 4 years ago

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Jeff Hardy, Christian, Raven, Al Snow x Fem Reader- "Real Hardcore Shit"

Yeah, the title is supposed to be a pun of "hot girl shit".

I would like to apologize why I didn't post on Thursday.

I was typing this fanfic on Thursday and gonna post it on that day, but I didn't finish it as well as didn't finish it on Friday and Saturday.

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There's many different types of professional wrestling, as well as many different types of wrestlers.

There's technical wrestling done by the likes of Bret and Owen Hart, Chris Benoit, Kurt Angle, Eddie Guerrero, Dean Malenko, Daniel Bryan, AJ Styles and more, luchador wrestling done by the likes of Rey Mysterio and Sin Cara, and high flyer wrestlers like Jeff Hardy that jump off of the top of the ropes or on top of ladders.

There's also the hardcore, death match wrestlers like Mick Foley and Terry Funk; these are wrestlers really willing to sacrifice and hurt their bodies by being beaten by anything from chairs to baseball bats (sometimes even wrapped in barb wire) or fall through tables set on fire.

There's different types of wrestling matches as well as different kinds of wrestling companies, from luchador wrestling companies to companies that feature all female wrestlers.

The World Wrestling Federation, which today is known as the WWE, features many different kinds of wrestlers and wrestling styles and matches, and during the late 90's, the WWF became much more violent and edgier than before.

One of the things they added during the late 90's and early 2000's were hardcore matches and championship belts, and these hardcore matches would have wrestlers brawling each other not just in the ring, but outside of the ring as well.

Throwing each other into walls or doors, getting beaten with steel chairs or trash cans, getting their faces rubbed in cakes or having their heads dunked in a toilet bowl or dirty water.

Most hardcore wrestlers aren't exactly Shawn Michaels/Jeff Hardy/Tyler Breeze-esque pretty boys that will have women swooning, but some hardcore wrestlers are pretty hot, and there have been some hot men who have done hardcore wrestling.

Al Snow was in a few of these matches during the late 90's and early 2000's, and at the end of the year 2000, he shaved that handlebar moustache he had at the height of his popularity.

Despite not looking much like a lunatic anymore, he was so cute and looked so good without that tacky moustache.

Raven, a former alumni of ECW, a wrestling company that will mostly always be remembered for being a violent, hardcore wrestling company despite featuring other types of wrestling, has joined the World Wrestling Federation at the end of the year 2000.

He did some hardcore wrestling matches during his time in ECW as well as the WWF, including some of those matches involving him getting his head dunked in a toilet bowl.

Around Thanksgiving 2000, Raven shaved off the tacky handlebar moustache he adorned when he joined the WWF.

Again, while Raven might play a disheveled grunge rocker, he has such a handsome face, just look at him in ECW and WCW, and he looked horrible with that handlebar moustache he had.

Thank God it was shaved off.

Jeff Hardy and his brother really blew up in popularity in the year 2000 and Jeff was the hot one in the Hardy Boyz duo.

Plus, Jeff did a few hardcore matches, not the kind involving him getting slammed and thrown into a wall or getting thrown in garbage cans, but he did do one.

Hardcore wrestling does involve wrestlers getting hit with chairs and crashing and breaking tables in half.

Jeff Hardy became known for jumping off of the tops of ladders in the year 2000, sometimes he'd jump off of the tops of ladders and break a table in half.

Does that count as hardcore wrestling?

Edge and Christian are a wrestling duo that have also blown up in popularity in the year 2000, and Christian is the hot one in the duo.

Plus, Edge and Christian became known for hitting people with chairs as well as doing a few wrestling matches with ladders, and again, hardcore wrestling involves hitting people with objects, usually violent ones, which includes chairs and ladders.

Would that count as hardcore wrestling?

There are also different kinds of pornography; softcore porn is porn that isn't so sexually explicit, whereas hardcore porn is pornography that's severely sexually explicit and graphic.

Keyword: hardcore.

No, hardcore porn doesn't involve people getting hit with chairs, but it's porn that's very sexually explicit and graphic.

You're so happy Raven is now a part of the WWF roster, and you've fucked Christian, Jeff Hardy and even Al Snow before (though you've fucked Raven before as well).

You know what hardcore porn is, you've even watched it a few times, and since some of these aforementioned wrestlers have done hardcore matches...

Near the end of the year 2000, before Raven started growing facial hair again and after Al Snow and Raven shaved their handlebar moustaches, you were sitting naked on all fours on top of the bench in your locker room, while Raven was pounding and penetrating his cock in your twat behind you.

Christian and Jeff were standing in front of you with their cocks pointing at your face, whereas Al Snow was standing in between them while his penis was inside your mouth.

Your fingers were wrapped around Christian and Jeff's shafts, pumping up and down their dicks, masturbating them.

Their cocks were rock hard under your fingers, their penises kept stretching and growing longer while you masturbated them.

Their dicks nearly were rising up taller more and more, but you were holding them down and pointing them at your face.

You can also feel how hard Al's cock is in your mouth, the tip of his penis may as well touch your uvula and be down your throat.

As you're sucking on Al's dick, your mouth is automatically going up his shaft while sucking it.

Al has one of his hands on top of your head, his fingers laced through your hair.

Raven's hard erection is stretching your pussy walls out, thrusting, pounding and shoving back and forth inside of you.

Raven's hands are also placed on your breasts, where he's gently squeezing and fondling them.

You can feel his fingers over your nipples, and you want to shout at him to tweak your nips, but you've got a dick in your mouth.

Blood has been filling your clitoris up as Raven pounds his cock in you.

Raven's thrusts have been rather rough and hard, he's basically shoving you into Al's crotch.

Even though Raven was hot at the end of the year 2000 after he shaved that handlebar moustache, you were imagining Raven during his time in ECW and WCW fucking you, that was when he was at his hottest and sexiest, by far.

Christian had his long blond hair hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail, because you love the way he looks with his long hair hanging down.

Al, Raven, and Jeff as well had their hair hanging down, because they all look so hot and cute with their hair hanging down, though Raven, Al and Jeff usually do let their hair hang down.

Raven's hair has been dry during this little gangbang, not wet and clinging onto his skin.

You couldn't decide who you wanted to fuck you, they're all so hot, Christian and Jeff are easily the hottest.

Though, there are some really hot men you want to suck their dicks as well as get their cum all over you, so you decided with Raven.

To be honest, Raven is probably the least attractive out of all of these men, which is why he's banging you from behind and not in the front.

Of course you had to give Al Snow a blowjob, he will always be remembered for his sexual innuendo catchphrase ("What does everybody want?" he'd ask, to which the audience would shout back "HEAD!").

Christian and Jeff wrapped their fingers around their shafts, not each other's shafts, mind you (like Jeff wrapping his fingers around Christian's dick), but on an empty space under your fingers before your hand slid down or up a spot.

They wanted to help cum on you too.

They tried to masturbate their cocks and aimed their penises at your face, pumping up and down their shafts under your fingers.

Al, meanwhile, was looking at you blowing him off, your lips perfectly wrapped around his cock, your mouth going up and down his shaft and erection.

He was grinning at you sucking onto him, and he has the cutest damn smile ever.

Christian and Jeff, too, were looking at you giving Al a blowjob, they were both smiling and even laughing a bit as well.

Your hands were cranking Christian and Jeff's cocks, sometimes your fingers rotated around their shafts while they went up and down their erections.

Precum started spilling out of their slits and down their shafts, some of their precum got on your face.

The tips of their penises were nudging and touching your face, that way you'll get precum on your face.

Their shafts became a lot more slippery thanks to precum trickling down them, easier for you to pump their erections.

Precum is also leaking out of Al's slit and seeping into your tongue, some of his precum is even running down your throat.

Your moans were muffled thanks to having Al's cock in your mouth, you're moaning not just because of Raven fucking you, but how good Al's cock tastes.

Al's biting his bottom lip while you suck his cock, Jeff's eyes are rolling to the top of his head in ecstasy.

While holding his cock in his hand, Christian directed his dick to your lips, where he pressed his penis head on your lips and slid it across your top lip, rubbing the tip of his penis like a lipstick.

Strange, but whatever.

Since Al has that iconic catchphrase, he may as well say it...

"What does everybody want?" he asked loudly.

"HEAD!" Christian and Jeff exclaimed, laughing after they said that.

Even Al couldn't keep a straight face asking that.

"What does everybody need?" Al asked.

"HEAD!" Christian and Jeff retorted.

It was always one of your goals in life to suck on Al Snow's cock while he shouted his catchphrase, and your dreams have come true.

You're swallowing any precum leaking out of Al's dick, sometimes your tongue is trying to roll and wrap around Al's shaft.

Your tongue is also trying to lick up his cock like it's a Popsicle, licking up his shaft vertically and licking up any salty precum that trickled down his dick.

Your hand directed Christian's penis to the middle of your face, and you wanted him to jack off on your face.

Al is tempted into crotch chopping a la D Generation X and shouting the catchphrase that goes along with it, but shouting "suck it!" and crotch chopping is sooooooooo 1999.

When your mouth and face elevated up to the tip of his cock, instead of going back down his shaft, your tongue vertically licked his slit from bottom to top.

Your tongue caressed around on his penis head despite that you're not holding his penis, your tongue roaming and zigzagging all over his penis head.

This took Al by surprise, his eyes growing wide in shock, but hey, he's still getting head.

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and pressed onto Al's shaft, where it licked and caressed up his erection, licking up any precum trickling down it.

Your tongue swirled and twirled around his cock like it was someone swinging around a stripper pole, your tongue elevated up to the tip of his penis as it twirled around his shaft.

As you're getting plowed from behind, you're orgasmically moaning and breathing onto Al's penis, your warm breath staining onto his shaft.

When your tongue reached the top of Al's cock, your hand moved the tips of Christian and Jeff's penises to your mouth, where your tongue shifted over to Christian's penis.

Your tongue vertically licked up Christian's erection from his shaft to his penis head, licking up any precum.

Once your tongue reached the top of Christian's dick, your tongue horizontally slid across from Christian's head to across Al's penishead and Jeff's tip.

This took Christian, Al and Jeff by surprise over what a cock addicted slut you are, licking their penis heads across.

Your tongue slid down Jeff's shaft, only to slide and elevate back up his erection up to his penishead again.

You'd love it if you could fit 3 cocks into your mouth, maybe you even can.

Hardcore sex is sex that's very detailed and sexually explicit, much more sexually explicit than softcore porn, that's why you have all of these wrestlers who've done hardcore matches jizzing on your face and sucking their cocks.

Al is murmuring and thinking what a dirty, cock addicted slut you while he grins at you, and Christian and Jeff can hear what Al's saying, they both agree with him.

You want Christian and Jeff (and Al and even Raven's) precum as well as jizz in general all over your face, so while still grasping onto Christian and Jeff's cocks, you moved their penises to point at your forehead, your hands still cranked up and down their shafts.

Some of their precum was dripping onto your face and sliding down your cheeks, and that's what you want.

Al sees Christian and Jeff masturbating on your face as well as your hands pumping up and down their shafts, so Al wrapped his fingers around his shaft and pointed his dick at your face, where he jacked off on your face.

His penis head was nudging the middle of your face, making sure his precum spills out of his slit and on your face.

Some of his precum is landing on your face, where some of his other precum is spilling down his erection.

Your eyes have been closed luckily thanks to being in ecstasy and turned on over Raven fucking you with his hard, massive cock.

You haven't been faking your orgasm, Raven is making you feel like this.

You don't just want Al's cock, but Christian and Jeff's as well, they're way sexier men, so you pulled their cocks down to your mouth again and shifted your mouth over to Christian's cock, now paying attention to his dick this time.

Though, damn, you'd love to lick and suck on all of these cocks in front of you, maybe you will do that.

Your tongue licked Christian's cock at first, only to pull his dick into your mouth and suck on it.

You also unwrapped your fingers off of Christian's shaft and wrapped them around Al's dick this time, proceeding to try to masturbate him.

Christian saw you now sucking his penis, which made him unwrap his fingers off of his shaft, his fingers now sticky in precum.

You didn't just suck on Christian's cock, but also licked it as well, licking up any precum spilling down his shaft and swallowing his precum.

Your tongue is caressing Christian's cock like how it caresses any penis.

It's a little difficult for you suck on Christian's dick while masturbating Al's cock in front of your face, so you let go of Al's penis, which shocked him and made his eyes widen.

However, Al saw Christian and Jeff jerking themselves off on your face, so he aimed and pointed his cock at your face this time, he continued to masturbate his dick.

His precum was landing on your face, thank God your eyes were closed.

Since you have 2 wrestlers on the same side of your face, Al walked around Christian and stopped walking until Christian was in the middle instead of Al.

Al pointed his penis at your face, still jerking his cock off.

Your nipples were in between Raven's fingers, meanwhile, whilst he squeezed and pressed them.

Your pussy has been getting even more moist than before from having so much sexual arousal.

Christian is tempted into crotch chopping and shouting "suck it!" a la D Generation X, but again, that's becoming outdated.

Though, it would make this gangbang sexier.

D Generation X had already broken up by the end of the year 2000.

As you suck on Christian's dick, you're moaning and mumbling "mmmmmmmm" over and over quite a bit with his cock in between your mouth and lips.

Raven's fingers have bunched up until your nipples are under his fingers, where he tweaked and turned your nipples.

You've been sucking on Christian's cock for quite a bit, and you want them to not just cum on your face (and in your mouth), but your breasts as well.

When you reached the top of Christian's penis, you slid your face over to Jeff's cock, letting his penis inside your mouth.

Saving the best for last.

Jeff lit up deep down inside when it was his turn now, he smiled from ear to ear.

Jeff unwrapped his fingers off of his shaft when it was his turn to get blown, letting your mouth engulf his cock.

Your lips and head bobbed up and down his shaft, swallowing his precum leaking out of his slit.

Your tongue and mouth could taste his salty precum on his erection, your mouth was sucking the precum off of his dick.

Christian, meanwhile, has wrapped his fingers around his shaft again, and since he's a bit far away from you this time, he walked around Al and Jeff until Jeff was now standing in the middle, where once he was standing next to Jeff, he proceeded to wrap his fingers around his shaft and start pumping his cock again, masturbating and jerking off on your face until some precum is leaking out of his dick and on your face.

Now, again, Christian isn't jacking off Jeff or Al, he's masturbating himself.

You're moaning while sucking on Jeff's cock, moaning "mmmmmmmmmm" sometimes while sucking it.

You don't just wanna get precum on your face, but your breasts as well, so when you reached the top of Jeff's cock, you turned your head and told Raven to sit down and you'll ride his lap.

Raven listened to you, where he removed his hands off of your breasts and wrapped his arms around your waist, his fingers grabbing onto one of his arms, where he sat down on the bench and pulled you onto his lap, where now you were sitting up straight in front of him, riding and bouncing up and down his cock.

Al and Christian (and Jeff, too) remembered how you wanted them to jack off and jizz on your breasts as well, so they directed their penises to your tits, the tips of their cocks now pointing and nudging at your breasts.

They still continued jacking and jerking off on your breasts, precum spilling out of their slits and sometimes on your breasts.

They didn't just do that, but held the tips of their penises to your areolas, pressing them there, where they made their penises run circles on your areolas while still jerking off.

Sometimes, they stopped doing that, just holding and pressing the tips of their cocks on your areolas so they can jizz on them.

Some of their precum is dripping down your tits, which is what you want, but you don't just want their precum on your breasts.

You've sucked on Jeff's cock for long enough, so when you reached the tip of his penis, you took it out of your mouth, where you directed his cock to your chest this time.

He saw Al and Christian jerking off on your breasts, so Jeff started to masturbate his cock over one of your breasts, aiming the tip of his penis to your tit.

Precum did fall out of his slit and onto your breast, some of his precum spilling down his shaft.

Raven, meanwhile, while you're riding him, his face is buried in the back of your neck, where he's biting a small part of your neck and sucking it.

You wailed and whimpered while he sunk his teeth into your neck, though he isn't biting you too hard.

One of his hands has moved to your clitoris, where his fingers are vertically furiously rubbing up and down your clit, trying to make you cum.

Though, men cum before women do.

Your high pitched moans have been filling up the locker room, thank God the door is closed and no one's in this locker room besides 4 other wrestlers.

However, you wouldn't mind if people saw this moment.

You're moaning Raven's name whilst you ride him and he's fucking you.

Speaking of cum, since they've been having their dicks pleasured for a long time, Al Snow was the first one to cum, groaning and moaning while he jizzed.

His cum gushed and spurted out of his slit, trickling down his shaft and dripping onto your tit.

Your eyes opened and quickly looked at Al's crotch, only to find his cock leaking his cum.

Your eyes quickly darted to your breast that Al had jizzed on, you saw his white, milk-like cum drenching your tit, and you don't just mean clear precum.

Your hand grabbed onto Al's penis and directed it to your other breast while his dick was still leaking his jizz out.

You wanted his cum all over you.

While you held his penis above your other breast, his semen kept dripping onto your breast, his jizz trickling down your tit.

You directed his penis to your face, where you leaned your head back and let his cum drip on your face.

Your hand motioned his cock around your face, getting his jizz all over your face, your eyes luckily were closed.

Your mouth was also agape and wide open, wanting his cum in your mouth, and some of his hot milky cum was getting inside your mouth.

Speaking of jizz, Raven was the next one to cum (that rhymed), where he throatily groaned while he ejaculated into your twat.

His teeth bit down hard into your flesh while he came, and hearing him make that groan meant one thing.

You lifted and pulled yourself off of his lap, where his penis exited your pussy, and he knew the drill now that he's came.

He lifted one of his legs over the bench and lifted himself off of the bench, where he held his penis to one of your breasts, his slit still leaking his jizz out of his cock.

His cum was dripping onto your breast, and when his sperm landed on your tit, it ran down it like a raindrop on a window.

He could see Al Snow's jizz on your other breast, so with his fingers still wrapped around his cock, he directed his penis to your other breast, sometimes even cranking his fingers up and down his shaft to cum even more.

His jizz is still leaking out of his slit and dropping onto your breast, his cum mixing with other men's precum.

Your fingers grasped onto Raven's cock and shoved it to your face, letting his jizz drench and drip all over your face.

His seed was dripping out of his slit like water dripping out of a faucet.

With your mouth still open, you moved Raven's dick to your mouth and let his cum drip into your mouth.

His cum landed behind your bottom row of teeth as well as onto your tongue.

Since you want Christian and Jeff to cum on you as well, you told them you want them to move their dicks to your face, maybe they'll cum on your face.

They obeyed you, directing their penises to your face this time, still jacking off on your face.

Eventually, Christian had jizzed, exclaiming he's gonna cum before he did it, his eyes rolling to the top of his head and his mouth agape whilst he ejaculated.

His slit released his seed out, his cum dripping down his shaft, some of his cum also landing on your face.

He held his cock over your face, making sure his jizz gets on your face, and it did, his white cum leaking down your face.

Your mouth was still open and you stuck your tongue out, hoping to catch his jizz on your tongue like it's a snowflake.

His cum did land on your tongue, his cum salty and seeping into your tongue, where you rolled your tongue back in your mouth.

You ordered him to move his penis to your chest quickly while his slit is still gushing, and he directed and moved his cock to one of your breasts, pushing his fingers up his shaft until his jizz is landing on your breast.

Some of his cum did land on your breast and is dripping down it, your eyes have been looking at his dick drip his semen.

When you felt like you had enough of his cum on one of your breasts, you moved his cock to the other breast and let his dick drip his seed onto your tit.

Jeff was the last one to cum, where he jizzed on your face, shutting his eyes while he came, some of his cum getting on your face and dripping on your breast and thigh.

You wrapped your fingers around his shaft and pulled his dick to the middle of your face, letting his cum drip onto your face.

Your eyes were closed, hoping that you don't get his jizz in your eyes since that hurts so much, and your mouth was open hoping you get his cum into your mouth.

His cum did get inside of your mouth, hopefully you won't choke on it.

You moved his cock still dripping his cum to one of your breasts, letting his jizz drip on one of your breasts, then moved it to the other breast and getting your tit soaked in his cum.

You've got cum and precum dripping down your face and your breasts, your face and tits look like they have candlewax and lotion dripping down your skin.

Now that you're all drenched in cum, it's time to clean up, but not yourself.

You want to be drenched in so many wrestlers cum and you have, but that cum eventually washes off...

You ordered for these wrestlers to insert the tips of their cocks halfway into your mouth, so their seed could drip in your mouth.

They listened to you, wrapping their fingers around their shafts and holding their penises to your mouth, their penis heads half way into your mouth.

The sides of your mouth stretched out so their cocks will get into your mouth.

Cum was still dripping out of their slits, and your mouth was holding and gathering their jizz.

Some of their cum did seep into your tongue, where you were also there to swallow their semen, other times their cum landed behind your bottom teeth, where the tip of your tongue licked across only to swallow it.

You want cum to drip out of these men's dicks for a long time, and you want their seeds to drench your face and tits in jizz some more.

"Can you guys jack off some more on my face?" you asked. "I want more cum on my face and my tits!"

Al's eyes grew wide hearing that, so did Jeff and Christian's, but they can give it a go.

While these 4 wrestlers stood in front of you circling around you, they started jacking their cocks off and pointing the tips of their penises at your face, their slits still leaking their jizz onto your face.

Their cum did spill onto your face like honey slowly dripping.

They then moved their penises to your breasts, letting their seed drip onto your tits and watching their cum drip down your breasts.

You wish these men could cum and burst like a fire hydrant, that way their cum would get all over your face and breasts.

Now that you're all drenched in cum, it's time to clean up, but not yourself.

You'd love to suck on all of their penises at the same time, even if it's difficult.

Your fingers wrapped around Christian and Jeff's penises and held them close to your face, while you leaned into Al's crotch and let his penis into your mouth one last time.

Your mouth sucked on Al's cock, your mouth going up Al's cock while you sucked it.

Your mouth swallowed both his cum and his precum, while your tongue licked vertically up his shaft.

Even though you love sucking on one cock, you wouldn't mind sucking other cocks as well in your mouth...

The sides of your mouth stretched out, as well as your mouth in general widened.

"Raven!" you said. "Could you try to put your cock in my mouth?"

Is she gonna try to put my dick in her mouth? he thought, looking puzzled. While having other cocks in her mouth?

He remembers what a dirty girl you were back in the day, and you still haven't changed.

He shrugged his shoulders, only to lift his penis and trying to insert it into your mouth, sliding his dick next to the side of your mouth.

It was a bit of a tight fit, but whatever.

Their penises are becoming more flaccid after jizzing.

Your hands pulled and tried to fit Christian and Jeff's dicks into your mouth as well, their eyes growing wide over you actually trying to do this, inserting their penises into an empty space in your mouth.

If it doesn't work out, you can always do something else.

Their penises were halfway in your mouth, though this is gonna be difficult trying to put so many cocks in your mouth as well as suck on them.

You tried sucking on all of these cocks in your mouth despite it being difficult, as well as tried to raise your tongue and lick up their shafts.

Did it work?

No, not really.

So, you pulled Christian's penis out of your mouth as well as Jeff's, since this wasn't working all too well.

Raven and Al saw you pulling Christian and Jeff's dicks out of your mouth, which surprised them, and even Jeff and Christian looked a bit puzzled.

It really didn't work out all too well putting 4 dicks in your mouth.

Nice idea, bad execution.

Besides, you want to swallow their cum as well as rub their jizz on your lips like it's lipstick.

Raven pulled his penis out of your mouth, with Al's cock in your mouth this time.

You pulled your head away from Al's penis, much to his dismay, which upset him at first, but you have some 'spainin' to do.

"Sorry Al" you confessed. "You'll have your turn soon"

While still holding onto Christian's penis, you moved the tip of his cock to your lips, where you slid his penis head across your upper lip like it's a lipstick, rubbing his jizz across your top lip.

Despite that his slit was barely leaking any cum, some of his cum was spreading across your top lip, and when his penis head reached the corner of your mouth, you made his penis rub across your top lip back and forth, horizontally, left and right across your top lip.

Christian as well as these other 3 wrestlers were viewing this, this was so unusual and strange, but Christian doesn't mind this.

In fact, he's grinning whilst you rub the tip of his penis across your top lip.

Though, you wish his slit could gush more cum out.

When you felt like you had enough of rubbing his dick back and forth across your top lip, you shifted his penis to your bottom lip, where you slid his penis head across your bottom lip, spreading his jizz across your lip.

You rubbed his penis head back and forth across your bottom lip like before, and after that was over, you pulled his penis into your open mouth and started sucking on his cock, your tongue licking up any semen that ran down his shaft.

Your tongue caressed vertically up his cock, licking up the jizz that had sunk into your tongue, your tongue reaching to the top of his penis.

Your mouth and throat muscles were swallowing his cum and precum while your tongue caressed up his seed.

He barely had any cum on his shaft since his dick was previously in your mouth while you tried putting other penises in your mouth.

Al, Jeff, Christian and even Raven are all tempted into shouting "suck it!" and crotch chopping their hands over their genitals, but...that's quite outdated.

When you were done sucking Christian's penis, you let go of his shaft and moved onto Al's penis next, where you rubbed his penis head back and forth across both of your lips and gave him a blowjob afterwards, swallowing his cum and licking his jizz off of his shaft.

After that, you rubbed Raven and Jeff's penis heads across your lips and gave them blowjobs, swallowing their cum and licking their shafts you saved Jeff for last because he's probably the hottest out of all of these men.

You wish Rob Van Dam could've been a part of this gangbang, he did a few hardcore matches over in ECW, though sadly, he was in ECW at the end of the year 2000.

When you had some time in ECW as well as the WWF, you were pictured naked wearing wrestling belts for the hardcore championship title across your "bathing suit areas", across your tits and vagina, wearing those belts like they're a tube top and miniskirt.

That picture was turned into a poster and T-shirt that read "I like it...hardcore".

You even pitched an idea to the WWF creative staff in December 2000, before Raven and Al Snow grew facial hair again, where, since they've done some hardcore matches (once to each other!) you try seducing them into doing it hardcore with them, hardcore as in sex.

Hardcore porn is very heavily sexually explicit porn, porn that's very graphic and NSFW, that's why you had the most sexually graphic gangbang with 2 wrestlers that have done hardcore matches as well as 2 pseudo-hardcore wrestlers.

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Raven (yes, the Raven I typed about in this fanfic, the same Raven from WCW and ECW and yes, the WWF/E, TNA and Ring of Honor who played Scotty Flamingo and Johnny Polo before becoming Raven) has a podcast, and in 2017, he discussed on his podcast with Billy Corgan (yes, from Smashing Pumpkins) about erotic wrestling fanfiction and what a massive treasure trove there is of it.

Just imagine if Raven discovered some of my erotic wrestling fanfics, especially some of the ones I've typed about him!

#raven #christian #jeff hardy #al snow #2000 #2000s #00s #wwf #attitude era #wwf attitude #fanfiction

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rawiswhore · 4 years ago

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Triple H, the Renegade x Fem Reader- "Suicide Solution"

During the 1990's, there was a professional wrestler named the Renegade, an Ultimate Warrior knockoff who wrestled in a company known as WCW, which, for a while, had higher ratings than the WWF (which was once the most popular wrestling company in the world, and still is today, although now is known as the WWE).

The Renegade was such an Ultimate Warrior knockoff, some wrestling fans thought he was the Ultimate Warrior.

How stupid do you have to be to think they're the same person?

Although, it wasn't the Renegade's fault he had Ultimate Warrior rip-off gimmick, WCW wanted to create the next UW, so they did that to the Renegade.

Didn't they already have Sting, whose character then had Ultimate Warrior-esque facepaint yet his character was a surfer?

The world has one Ultimate Warrior, it doesn't need another!

The Renegade ditched the crunchy looking mullet, face paint and singlet by 1996, and he looked so much more handsome and sexy when he got rid of those things.

However, unlike Sting, NWO and Goldberg over in WCW or even Bret Hart, the Undertaker, Mick Foley, Shawn Michaels and Stone Cold over in the WWF, the Renegade barely went anywhere.

He wasn't obscure like Scott Putski, but most wrestling fans don't consider the Renegade to be a great wrestler.

By the time the 1990's was almost over, WCW fired the Renegade, which made him spiral into a depression, and he couldn't find work anywhere else.

He was probably too campy and childish for the WWF that was now going through its Attitude era and especially for ECW, a wrestling company known for being serious, edgy, gritty and violent.

What did the Renegade end up doing?

Committing suicide.

He could've worked as a male model in music videos or on the covers of those corny paperback romance novels, or even worked as a porn star or male stripper (which was his previous job before becoming a wrestler!), he probably would've been better off doing those things instead of wrestling, considering he wasn't that great of a wrestler.

You had a crush on the Renegade when he stopped wearing facepaint and singlets, you even wish you could've been a ringrat during the late 90's instead of Hunter Hearst Helmsley's valet, because you were under the WWF's contract and not allowed to cross over to other wrestling companies.

If you were a ringrat, you would fuck any wrestler you fancied in the WWF, WCW and ECW.

In the summer of 1997, when the roster of the WWF and WCW exercised in the same gym together, you invited not only the sexiest men in the WWF to fuck you in the locker room, but also who you thought were the hottest men in WCW as well, and one of those men was the Renegade.

You've masturbated a few times to the Renegade on television as well as fantasized of him while you masturbated, fantasizing of him wrapping his huge muscular arms around you and your hands squeezing on his huge biceps, running your fingers through his long hair and caressing his bare torso and arms in baby oil.

You even sent him a few letters and emails gushing over how hot he is and how you wish you could be with him.

Shortly after the Renegade's suicide, Triple H had broke to you the terrible news.

He as well as other professional wrestlers remembered that day when you got gangbanged by some of the WWF and WCW roster in a Gold's Gym locker room, Trips was even one of the men who fucked you in that locker room, of course, and so was the Renegade.

He and other pro wrestlers in the WWF knew about your crush on the Renegade.

When you heard the news of the Renegade killing himself, your jaw dropped open and your eyes grew wide, tears began to dwell in your eyes and stream down your face.

It felt like the wind had been punched right out of you and your heart was ripped out of your chest.

You shut your eyes and buried your face into Triple H's chest, where you sobbed into his chest while he wrapped his arms around you, your tears stained into his T-shirt.

Triple H explained that the Renegade had suffered from depression after being released from WCW and not finding work anywhere else.

The Renegade didn't have to kill himself, even if he was depressed.

You wish you could've comforted the Renegade's broken heart, but sadly, you can't since you're under the WWF's contract.

Besides, telling someone to cheer up when they have depression is like saying the cure to asthma is to breathe or telling a homeless person to buy a house.

You didn't even know about the Renegade and his depression, but that's the thing with depression; people hide it, just look at Robin Williams.

You're someone who was like that as well, happy and smiling on "Monday Night Raw" and backstage, but dying on the inside occasionally.

Triple H's arms were stroking up and down your chest, not in a sexual way, but trying to comfort you.

He didn't just embrace you, but kissed the top of your head, some of his fingers stroked your hair, but again, not sexually.

You sobbed hysterically, collapsing to the floor and your face in the palms of your hands crying, where Triple H tried to console you and comfort you, picking you up and telling you not to cry so hard.

You nearly hyperventilated, but hopefully you won't have to go to a mental hospital.

You cried that entire day, even though you tried not to do it since you shouldn't cry in public, and many other wrestlers in the WWF comforted you by hugging you, you cried whilst your face was buried in their chests.

You had felt sleepy and tired from crying that day, but you didn't fall asleep until nighttime.

Sometimes, because you cried that day, you also felt angry and wanted to lash out, but you didn't, you tried to control yourself and your anger, although you really weren't that angry.

Triple H consoled you that night, you sobbed into his chest while he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

You didn't have sex that night, but you cried yourself to sleep.

When you woke up that morning, your eyes were still damp and wet.

You wish you could've attended the Renegade's funeral, but you couldn't due to being under the WWF's contract.

Despite you lost someone you had a crush on, you still managed to try to cope and keep up, that's what you've always done.

It just got even worse after the Renegade's death, because the Ravishing Rick Rude died in April that year, and he was one of the first members of D Generation X, even though many people have said he was a completely pointless and unnecessary member.

You weren't close to Rick, but you can still remember him, and you even thought of doing something slightly inspired by what he used to do during his heyday, where he'd invite a female fan to the ring after a match and kiss her, although you'd invite a sexy male fan into the ring after a match and give him a lapdance.

If that wasn't bad enough, the following month, Owen Hart had died when he entered the ring through the ceiling.

You broke down and bawled to the floor crying over Owen's death, and even worse, the episode still went on after Owen had died.

You weren't close to Owen, but he was someone you worked with and he was such a nice, friendly, likeable person who would never hurt a fly and loved his family.

Owen was way too nice and wholesome for the WWF's raunchy Attitude era, which even Owen himself didn't like because of the negativity it promoted, but Owen was probably one of the few kid friendly wrestlers during the WWF's naughty Attitude era, an era of antiheroes, raunch, violence and shock value.

Not to mention, Darren Drozdoff, or Droz as he's known as, had become paralyzed by accident during a wrestling match, and since 1999, he's been in a wheelchair and can't walk.

Again, you weren't all that close to Droz, but it's still sad he can't wrestle or walk anymore.

You suffered a lot of anxiety in the WWF that year, you were afraid many other wrestlers would either die or become paralyzed.

You ended up developing depression that year, and by the summer of 2000, you had left the WWF due to your depression and sex addiction.

But you were even more depressed during the summer of 2000 because there were so many hot, sexy men in the WWF like Christian, Jeff Hardy, Test and even Val Venis, as well as some hotties over in WCW and ECW, which were on its last legs, and you were upset you couldn't fuck them and be with them that summer because you were in a mental hospital and sex rehab.

However, your dream of being in WCW and ECW came true at the end of the year 2000, where you had some stints in ECW as well as WCW, and you appeared in the WWF part time by the end of the year 2000, having moments with a lot of hot wrestlers.

Although, you were somewhat depressed during your time and heyday in the WWF, because Brian Pillman, who you were close to, had died in 1997, and you were furious over Shawn Michaels and Triple H's insensitivity and disrespect to others in 1997/1996 backstage, and this was before they formed their D Generation X duo.

Triple H and Shawn Michaels backstage were massive jerks, especially Shawn, even when they weren't playing their DX characters on "Monday Night Raw".

You nearly even left the WWF in 1997 because of how disrespectful they were backstage, although you could at least leave them for someone like Billy Gunn, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith or Jeff Hardy.

Shawn and Triple H regretted their disrespect and disregard for others, and they hated seeing you in so much pain.

When you left the WWF in the summer of 2000, you actually did visit the Renegade's grave, where you crouched down to the ground and your hand caressed over his grave.

You didn't sexually caress his grave, just give it a little stroke.

You actually kneeled on the ground and kissed the top of his grave, not making out with it, but just giving it a gentle kiss.

Every year, on the anniversary of his death, you visited the Renegade's grave, kneeled on the ground and gave his grave a kiss, placing a bouquet of roses on top of his grave.

Sometimes, when you attend his grave, you have tears streaming down your face, and sometimes these tears have dropped onto his grave.

You didn't wipe those tears on his grave, you wanted them to be there.

In 2002, Davey Boy Smith/the British Bulldog had died of a heart attack, and this sent you into a state of panic, crying hysterically.

He was no longer in the WWF, which had then changed its name to the WWE, but you were really close to Davey, and you attended his funeral.

On the anniversary of his death every year, you visit Davey's grave, kiss his tombstone and give his grave a bouquet of roses.

On social media, on the anniversary of their deaths, you make a post of a deceased wrestler's remembrance, posting a picture of that departed wrestler or wrestling icon.

When it's the anniversary of a wrestler's death, if they've been buried, you attend their grave and give them a bouquet of flowers or roses.

You even attend the grave of a deceased famous person that you loved growing up during the anniversary of their death, setting down a bouquet on their grave.

Every year, on the anniversary of the Renegade's death, you attend the grave of a wrestler who wasn't all that great, but at least he seemed to want to be taken seriously, he was even trained by Killer Kowalski, who trained other wrestling icons like Triple H and Chyna.

Unlike who the Renegade stole his gimmick from, the Ultimate Warrior, who didn't care about training.

This is actually a true statement, many wrestlers have criticized the Ultimate Warrior for his lack of technique and in-ring psychology, and I've seen many wrestling fans criticize the Ultimate Warrior.

Hopefully the Renegade wasn't difficult to work with and an insensitive jerk like the Ultimate Warrior was.

#triple h #the renegade #trigger warning #tw #1999 #90s #wwf #wcw #attitude era #wwf attitude #fanfiction

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rawiswhore · 4 years ago

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Hunter Hearst Helmsley x Fem Reader- "You're Beautiful"

During the 1980's, most professional wrestlers, especially ones in the World Wrestling Federation, weren't exactly Shawn Michaels-esque pretty boys.

There were a few that were pretty handsome and even were very over with females, but in the 80's, most professional wrestlers were quite ugly to look at.

And you were not attracted to them.

By the 1990's, before the Attitude era, you didn't care about professional wrestling, in fact, hardly anyone cared about pro wrestling before the late 90's Attitude era.

The WWF nearly went out of business during the 90's, after a decade when they made major pro wrestling draws like Hulk Hogan, Andre the Giant, Macho Man Randy Savage and even Rowdy Roddy Piper household names and popular enough to cross over into pop culture.

Even some of the men you dated during the 90's didn't watch wrestling before the rise of NWO and the Attitude era, because they felt like they were too old to be watching it, and it was so silly, childish, corny and lame.

Though, when they thought of wrestling, they thought of the World Wrestling Federation and hadn't heard of ECW.

However, on a Monday night near the end of 1995, which is considered to be one of the worst years of professional wrestling ever, you were sitting on your couch in front of the television in your living room, flipping through the channels trying to find something good to watch.

You usually love whatever is playing on MTV, BET, occasionally Vh1, A&E, TBS, Comedy Central, and other TV channels, those were your go-to TV channels growing up, and you even did watch a bit of those channels that night since those channels you usually watch.

You even sometimes watched Cartoon Network if they were playing a cartoon from your childhood, during the majority of the 90's, Cartoon Network was a channel that played cartoons from throughout the 20th century so adults could either see cartoons from their childhood again and kids of the 90's could watch cartoons their parents or even grandparents grew up watching.

You should've had a spare TV Guide with you to see what's playing on television, but you couldn't really turn to the TV Guide channel since they scroll down so slowly of what's playing on television.

However, when you were flipping through the channels, you stopped at the USA Network that aired the newest episode of "Monday Night Raw", the match displayed on television was a match featuring Hunter Hearst Helmsley, a rich, elegant, classy 1800's Jane Austin/Charles Dickens blueblood aristocratic gentleman (that's a mouthful!).

When you had seen Hunter, your eyes were glued to him and didn't switch the channel.

He didn't look anything like the wrestlers you knew from the 80's like Hulk Hogan, Macho Man and Andre the Giant.

Hunter Hearst Helmsley looked like he should be on the covers of those cheesy paperback romance novels with Fabio on the cover, not wrestling.

You weren't in love with Hunter for his wrestling talent, but for his looks.

You started to watch "Monday Night Raw" just for him, even if "Monday Night Raw" was so damn cheesy and corny during this time (though was slightly improving a bit), and you eventually fell in lust with other pro wrestlers on "Monday Night Raw", like Razor Ramon (one of the few wrestlers of the New Generation era that was over and a fan favorite), Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Marty Jannetty, and of course, the Heartbreak Kid and sex symbol of the WWF throughout the 1990's: Shawn Michaels.

'Tis a shame that Lex Luger was in WCW by the end of 1995, because he's pretty hot too.

You felt embarrassed and like you had lost some brain cells watching "Monday Night Raw" in late 1995, but there were a few hotties in that wrestling company.

You knew that rock stars, rappers, professional athletes and even serial killers have groupies, and of course, professional wrestlers have groupies as well, they're called "ringrats".

You had seriously thought of being a ringrat for Hunter Hearst Helmsley as well as other pro wrestlers in the WWF like Razor Ramon and Bret Hart, and after fighting the temptation, you did one night go to a "Monday Night Raw" show to sleep with Hunter as well as other pro wrestlers.

You had thought carefully what to wear to "Monday Night Raw".

You are going to be a ringrat, and groupies usually always wear slutty, skin revealing outfits for men to lust at them.

Kayfabe is a word commonly used in professional wrestling to describe something as real, be it anything from Razor Ramon being Hispanic, Hulk Hogan lifting up Andre the Giant at Wrestlemania 3, and Mankind being a psychopath.

Hunter Hearst Helmsley's character was a rich, classy 1800's gentleman who scoffed at cads that were beneath him, would he turn you down if you were dressed half naked and showed a lot of skin?

Though, you don't just wanna fuck Hunter, plus, wrestlers are playing characters and even back in the 1990's anyone with an IQ above their shoe size should know that wrestling is fake.

Not to mention, while watching "Monday Night Raw", you notice there are prepubescent little children in the audience watching this, and you're afraid some little kids will see you in a pretty skimpy outfit.

It isn't an outfit too revealing, like being dressed in a thong and nipple pasties, but it isn't something you'd want your teenage daughter wearing.

You had thought long and hard on what to wear, if Hunter will like you in your outfit, and if you don't do it with Hunter, you can always move to Razor Ramon, a major ladies man, or Shawn Michaels.

You decided to dress in some tiny acid wash denim short shorts and a makeshift crop top that tied at your breasts, but you prayed and hoped that Hunter would still bang you even if you're not dressed elegantly.

Thankfully, the WWF rolled to a town that was close to you, and you had arrived to that "Monday Night Raw" taping dressed in that aforementioned outfit.

You had butterflies in your stomach and felt like a giddy, overexcited schoolgirl when you saw Hunter, Razor Ramon, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, and other wrestlers you fancied, tears of happiness weld in your eyes seeing them, and thank God you wore waterproof mascara.

You waited in line with some other ringrats, you felt like a hyper kid on sugar deep down inside, you were so excited to meet Hunter as well as other pro wrestlers, but you wanted to meet Hunter first.

You had never had sex with a professional wrestler before or even anyone famous before, though you did do it with a few guys on the wrestling team in high school.

As you waited in line, you chatted with other ringrats about how this is the first wrestling show you've ever been to and you've never done it with a professional wrestler before, they couldn't believe you.

Then, eventually, it was your turn, and you could nearly wet yourself in meeting Hunter Hearst Helmsley in more ways than one.

You smiled from ear to ear when you approached him, and as you walked up to him, his breath was nearly taken away by you.

No, he wasn't just playing his Hunter Hearst Helmsley character, he really did find you absolutely beautiful.

Like you when you first saw Hunter on television, his eyes were glued to you and looking you up and down.

"Hi" you said as you walked up to him, waving one of your hands to him.

"Hello" he greeted, "What is your name?"

He still talked in a phony, terrible British accent.

"Y/n" you confessed.

"Pleasure to meet you, y/n" he welcomed, taking one of your hands as you got closer to him and kissed the top of it like the gentleman he played on "Monday Night Raw", keeping kayfabe alive.

You could nearly faint when he kissed your hand, your entire body could turn red from bottom to top like in cartoons when a character gets kissed, and you smiled so much.

"You are absolutely beautiful" he gushed, getting up and putting both of his hands on the sides of your face, his eyes observing your face and body up and down.

You stared at him with an ear-to-ear smile and felt like a giddy schoolgirl inside as he touched you, you were trying to contain your excitement inside.

You legit feel like you're at Disneyland meeting Cinderella or Mickey Mouse or whatever, meeting people playing fictitious characters and keeping their characters alive, making you feel like you really are meeting them.

"Thanks" you said "Believe it or not, I've actually never actually done it with a professional wrestler before"

"Well, let me be your first" he purred, grinning as he said that.

"I actually started watching the WWF because of you" you confessed. "I never cared for pro wrestling until I saw you on a Monday night and was flipping through the channels, I changed the channel and found you having a match and couldn't keep my eyes off of you"

"I'm so proud of you" he gushed. "You chose me instead of those other cads"

He really is trying to keep kayfabe alive, even though you aren't buying that he's an English gentleman.

Even his British accent is terrible.

"Awwww, thanks" you said, smiling at him and looking like AJ Lee when she looks in someone's eyes and smiles at them. "Most other pro wrestlers aren't all that handsome, but you are"

"Precisely" he boasted, grinning.

"Do you like my outfit?" you asked, pointing at your outfit. "I was trying to decide what to wear, and I was scared you wouldn't like what I'm wearing right now since you play a classy, rich gentleman that scoffs at people beneath you"

"You look perfectly fine" he admitted.

"Oh, thank God!" you thanked to him, breathing a sigh of relief.

"You're welcome" he replied, smirking. "You are such a beautiful woman"

One of his hands stroked the side of your face, his thumb tracing down your jawline down to your chin.

"I'm thinking of having valets, women that escort wrestlers to the ring, wrapped right next to me as I walk to the ring" he confessed "Would you like to my valet?"

Oh. My God.

Your face and body completely froze, you didn't know what to think.

This is what he had in store for you that you didn't know about.

It's one thing to be a ringrat, it's another to be a ringrat turned valet.

Does that mean you're going to be signed to the World Wrestling Federation and be his valet?

"I-I don't know" you admitted, stuttering. "Am I going to be signed to the WWF and be your valet escorting you to the ring?"

"Yes you are" he admitted, nodding your head.

"It isn't just me being a valet for you once?" you asked.

"Well, it's your decision" he suggested.

He is giving you that decision, but you don't know what to decide.

He's so handsome and so are other wrestlers in the WWF, that means you get to travel with him and fuck them.

But...you'll give up your dreams, and you're in something that's a little bit corny and embarrassing that hopefully won't get any worse.

"I don't know what to do" you admitted. "I'll think about it, maybe I can be a valet for you onetime"

Even Hunter thought you can be a valet for him just once, he doesn't know what kind of trouble you'll get yourself into since you're a ringrat.

"I came here to fuck you" you admitted. "Pardon my language"

"It's alright" he understood, nodding his head.

You didn't want to say how you also wanted to fuck some other wrestlers as well: Razor Ramon, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Shawn Michaels and even Marty Jannetty.

Hopefully his feelings won't be hurt if you go off to sleep with them.

You're not sure if you want to confess that you want to sleep with other wrestlers tonight, because you're afraid you'll upset him.

Maybe he might even show you off to those other wrestlers and how beautiful you are, and they'll wanna fuck you and it'll turn into an all out gangbang.

"Do you mind if I say this?" you asked him.

"What is it?" he asked.

You took a deep breath, preparing what to say.

"It isn't just you I want to fuck tonight" you admitted "But also Razor Ramon, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Shawn Michaels and Marty Jannetty"

His eyes grew wide hearing that you wanna fuck all of those people.

"I hope you aren't upset by it" you said. "Although, having promiscuous sex leads to AIDS and HIV, amongst other STDS"

"Exactly" he admitted. "I'm not upset"

Hunter's character is very possessive of his valets, as evident by next year when he was furious over Wildman Marc Mero stealing Sable from him or when Mr. Perfect/Curt Hennig stole one of Hunter's valets.

Even Hunter admitted his women are his toys.

Hunter shouldn't be getting way too into kayfabe and taking it so seriously, he isn't really a rich 1800's Jane Austen-like gentleman, especially since those kinds of gentlemen carrying canes didn't exist anymore in the 1990's except in movies and TV shows.

That's the problem with pro wrestling: some people take their characters so seriously, they still play them when the cameras aren't filming, and sometimes, when you play a character on any wrestling show, sometimes you have to play that character all the time if you appear on other television shows.

That can be fine, but what if you're playing a nymphomaniac and you have to appear on Regis Philbin and Kathy Lee's talk show, you don't really wanna fuck Regis.

You're basically signing and selling your soul to the devil.

Though, again, wrestling is not real, and anyone who isn't a prepubescent youth should know that.

Hunter would even like to show you off to the other wrestlers, about how he's thought of turning you into a valet.

There have been ringrats he's slept with who are beautiful women, but not as beautiful as you are, much to the dismay of them.

In fact, many women ended up becoming ringrats and sleeping with other pro wrestlers in hopes that they can become a valet and eventual WWF superstar thanks to you.

Basically the Sable effect: Sable joined the WWF because she thought it would be her ticket to Hollywood, and the Bella Twins and Eva Marie followed suit, many other women have been like that as well.

And there has been controversy over "16 and Pregnant" and "Teen Mom" on MTV because of allegedly teenage girls getting pregnant just so they can be on those shows.

Later on that night, you made love with Hunter, and he even showed you off to other pro wrestlers who were in lust with you as well, especially Razor Ramon, Shawn Michaels and Marty Jannetty.

Did you get to fuck them? Oh yeah.

And you continued to fuck Shawn and Marty next year, but sadly, not Razor, who had left the WWF to go to WCW.

When you had went home, you thought long and hard whether or not to join the WWF or not.

You eventually decided to join the WWF, which was both wonderful and horrible.

When you eventually became Hunter's ringrat, men would cheer for you, but not for Hunter, and you eventually started sharing your own ideas with the WWF's creative staff.

Eventually, you blew up in popularity in the WWF and became the most popular woman in the company, and the most controversial person in the WWF.

Some people knew about your story, how you were a ringrat for Hunter, he got a boner for you and turned you into his valet, and there were many ringrats sending angry emails and letters to you, saying that they're ringrats who've slept with whatever pro wrestler and they didn't get turned into a valet.

Many people also thought you slept your way to the top, you're a gold digger, and you're basically a wrestling Monica Lewinsky, Courtney Love or Lil' Kim.

It's really Hunter's fault because it was his idea to turn you into a valet.

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I really hope that I haven't typed this fanfic already before.

#hunter hearst helmsley #wwf #90s #1995 #fanfiction

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